#<- I'll kill you for adding that tag Three.

[nerdyboiyeet]

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"Now that Leo's insanely old-"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY OLDER THAN ME!?"

"He dances like an old man now too,"

"I DO NOT!? HELLO!?"

"I heard his hip pop during it," 😔

[rin-may-1103]

The Master Post.

Please actually read this, I can't keep up with all the comments. 🥲

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Stories and Summaries:

The Wrong Robin Au (DP x DC):

Tim Drake saw Danny do a quadruple somersault, which resulted in him believing Danny was the first Robin for years. He still figured out Bruce but thinks Dick is in the dark. Now with the second Robin dead, and Batman quickly reaching the end of his sanity, Tim takes it upon himself to get Robin to come back. Danny is very confused when this random kid tries to blackmail him into becoming Robin.

Badger Day Au (DP x DC):

Danny is stuck in a Groundhog Day kinda situation and he would like to be let out now, please. The league is very worried.

Delilah's language (DP x DC):

Bruce Wayne approaches the Fentons because Damian is a big fan of Danny for his work in the conservation of the purpleback gorilla. So now Danny is going to the birthday of this random kid so he can teach him gorilla sign language so he can talk to the purple-back gorilla as well.

Just a Bite (DP x DC):

Danny's homeless on the streets of Gotham, when he gets a terrible idea from some passerby. Three weeks after living with the Waynes, they still haven't noticed he's not supposed to be there.

72 hours (DP x DC):

During a battle with the rest of the league, John Constantine is accidentally sent into the palace of Pariah Dark, Tyrant of the Dead, and Bane of the Living. Danny just wanted to have a simple spa day.

Biggest Regret (DP x DC):

Danny Had been optimistic when he created The Email. Three days, that's what he gave himself. Three days to fix or get out of whatever problem he was dealing with and open his laptop to restart the timer. Three days. Past him had thought that If he ever got caught they'd just kill him; it's what they said they would do this whole time, so why wouldn't he think otherwise? It's been more than three days, and at this point, he's just glad someone could fulfill his last wish.

The Disappointment (DP x DC):

Ra's has stated his disapproval of one of the twins, now Talia is rushing to get them out of there and to Bruce to be safe. Danny has other ideas.

Black Retrievers and Golden Cats (DP x DC):

He remembered how it took two hours for his mind to catch up to what he had done, two hours for him to realize he had just killed his brother. It took another two days to realize his brother was never coming back, that the pits had not worked. Damian stared at the camera footage infront of him, his family's voices buzzing with theories and analyzing everything they could. He remembered his brother's bright carefree smile just minutes before Damian had killed him. So, why? Why was he seeing it again?

College Rivalry with the Genius Toddler in the First Row. (DP X DC):

Tim doesn't understand how he's losing at university to a toddler. Danny's not having a great time, but it's fine because now he can terrorize Red Robin.

The Willpower of Space (DP X DC):

A faulty green lantern ring wakes from it's accidental eon long sleep due to how powerful Danny's willpower is. It decides that Danny is a worthy wielder and grants Danny the ability to use it. There's just one problem; Danny keeps dying. and the ring doesn't understand what's going on. Oa is very concerned.

The Weeping Boy Au (DP X DC):

Opening a portal to a dimension between dimensions always leads to some sort of accident; for instance, Danny's death. It just so happens that at the exact moment the portal opened, his earth and another had overlapped, leaving his death to loop repeatedly in the other for as long as the portal stayed. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Danny just accidentally turned the portal off and is now in the other dimension instead of the zone. (The Batfamily, who have been watching this kid die over and over again, are very concerned.)

The Eyes of Death Au (DP X DC):

In an attempt to prevent a cult from causing problems, Danny accidentally convinces the Justice League and Co. that he's possessing himself. Damian is not happy that his boyfriend is apparently the new June Moone.

Aspiring escape artist (DP X DC):

The new foster kid might be a little more traumatized than the other kids they usually take in for a while, but it's not like they can't handle it. That is, until Danny started sneaking out, past the bat-grade security system, without getting caught and without using his powers.

Through Your Eyes (DP X DC):

Sometimes, soulmates randomly switch bodies. It doesn't always happen; in fact, it's actually more common to not switch. Danny hadn't really thought he'd ever switch, doubly so after his accident. So you can imagine his surprise when not only does he switch, but he switches with Damian Wayne, aka Robin.

Cabin 18 and the Missing Kids (DP X DC):

Vlad is planning something, unfortunately, Danny's stuck at camp and can't sneak away. But maybe that's ok, because what's this about missing kids? And who does his roommates think they are fooling with their 'normal' kid acts? They're obviously vigilantes. And hey, maybe Danny might actually get a break for once, it's not like his parents can't defend themselves.

Turn back the Frozen Sands of Time (DP X DC):

Danny wakes up in his nine-year-old body; no memories of how he got here or why. All he knows is he needs to stick to the timeline, figure out what happened, and fix it. So, why did his mother just merc his grandfather, and why are there a group of vigilantes (who, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't exist as a team yet) yelling at her and his brother?

Perks of Being Half Dead (DP X SPN):

It was too dangerous for Danny to go back; he doubted it would ever be safe again, not after what they did to him. But it wasn't as if he had a choice at the moment anyway; the likelihood of his getting home from this new dimension was looking slim to none. And now he's being mistaken for some hunter's kid, what the hell, Clockwork?

[captainkirkk]

✩ MONTHLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

The fics I’ve read and enjoyed for the month of March. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Fandoms included in this list:

DC (Batman)

Stranger Things

The Goblin Emperor

Miraculous Ladybug

All for the Game

SVSSS

Ted Lasso

Original Works

Clone Wars

DC (Batman)

Never Mind About The Shape I'm In (I'll Keep You Safe Tonight) by WakingNightmares

Dick isn’t a baby, alright? He’s ten years old, dammit, and he knows stuff. He’s been Robin for almost six months now so he knows… He knows that this probably isn’t gonna end well for him or his brothers.

Reverse Robins A/U

Stranger Things

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) by theheartofthekoko

“What’s wrong with what I wrote?” Steve whines, running his fingers through his hair until it’s all mussed up and falling into his face.

Chrissy snorts. “It sounds like you’re telling him his hair is frizzy and dry.”

“I said it was pretty!” He throws his hands in the air before crossing them and pouting his lower lip out.

Chrissy can’t help but laugh. She’s always liked Steve. He’s nicer than most of his friends, and he’s easy to talk to. But this is a side she’s never seen of him. She’s not sure anyone has; can’t imagine Carol or Tommy seeing him put his whole heart into something and not tearing it to shreds.

“Do you use conditioner?” she asks, throwing finger quotations around it as she reads it off the crumpled page.

Steve’s blushing again, cheeks all blotchy and red, rather unbecoming for the shoo-in for this year’s prom king. “Well, I thought you said you’d help!” he says, a little too loud for the library.

Or: a secret admirer au.

The Goblin Emperor

Maia's Rings by seekeronthepath

It happened gradually, was the thing. The emperor’s rings were tighter in the evening than the morning; that was normal. And if the fit of the rings changed, little by little, the change wasn’t large enough from day to day for any of them to notice. And then Nemer found himself thinking it was time to contact Dachensol Habrobar about adding some ease to Edrehasivar’s signet ring, and realised all of a sudden that something had changed.

The signet ring had fit perfectly at first, Nemer was sure of it. Hadn’t it? Or was he remembering that wrong? Maybe it had always been a little snug, maybe they had accepted that it didn’t slide on easily in exchange for the security of knowing it wouldn’t slide off easily.

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Maia's edocharei notice something is wrong, and do something about it.

Miraculous Ladybug

what am i trying to say? by carolinaa

Part 1 of I will take it / It can't go wrong.

Be loved by his friends, or love himself, or earn his father's love. Adrien's at a point where he's pretty sure he can only have one of those three things, but he's doing his best to juggle all three of them.

They aren't always compatible. He's doing his best, though.

All for the Game

i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong by perchancetosleep

Jean will bite his own tongue off before he admits that he is the horrific monster that they all worried he would be. He is a Raven at the end of the day. They can tame him and retrain him and he will do his best to bite his tongue and play the part, but all of it will never change the fact that he is rotten at his very core, all disintegrated flesh and infected wounds and maggots and worms from the long, long years he spent decomposing alive, buried deep underneath the earth.

His mistake was allowing himself to be convinced that he would ever get to keep what he has built, that he would be able to hold onto the luxuries of friends and sunshine and safety.

an unkindness of ravens by perchancetosleep

Zane Reacher kills himself on a seemingly unassuming day in October, but not before ruining Jean’s life one final time.

The timing is calculated, and if there was any doubt how deep Zane’s hatred of Jean runs, it cannot be denied any longer. Despite their season-long suspension, the Ravens have belligerently petitioned their way into a handful of “friendly” televised scrimmages with other teams. The NCAA has assured everyone that what they have observed during practices at Edgar Allen shows a remarkable culture change, and these scrimmages are an attempt to avoid what had happened with the Foxes in August next season.

Given their reputation for clean play and no tolerance of violence, the only obvious choice for a first trial of this experiment had been USC.

SVSSS

My Poor Meow Meow by bunnyiling

It’s not like Shen Qingqiu wasn’t aware of the crimes, the violence, all the deaths, and even some exterminations pinned on Luo Binghe. He knew very well that his husband wasn’t a little angel, okay? But it’s just that… it’s just that it wasn’t his fault!

It wasn’t Luo Binghe’s fault that he had a traumatic childhood and an even more traumatic development later on when he felt abandoned by everyone! It wasn’t Luo Binghe’s fault if he was a little violent — he was a demon, okay? It’s perfectly fine to be a little violent! And so what if some people died at Luo Binghe’s hands? They most certainly deserved it!

Or: Shen Qingqiu, even though he doesn’t post in online forums anymore, still keeps the title of #1 Luo Binghe’s apologist.

Deluxe System 2.0: Co-op Mode! by kitsunealyc

Standing on the edge of the Endless Abyss, Shen Yuan chooses to take the point deduction and die rather than shove Luo Binghe over the edge.

What can the System do except engage the failsafe mode and restore the account of the original user?

(or, Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu become trapped in the same body and are forced to cooperate in order to survive the plot and achieve their happy endings)

Ted Lasso

Stand Where the Light Hits Hard by theseaanemone

The day before the season 1 charity gala, Ted invites a representative from a domestic violence charity to speak to the team, figuring it will be a good educational experience for the boys. Instead, it cracks open some barely-healed wounds for Jamie and Roy both.

Original Works

for every failing sun by PotatoLady

Part 1 of Fox, Dove, and Beren

If he’d wanted to fuck someone (which he didn’t) and wanted that someone to be a slave (which, even more so, he didn’t) then he would have still wanted that someone to be at least old enough to grow a beard.

Or, Dove might have been an ill-advised gift, but now, he's here to stay.

Mistaken by flames_dance

Part 1 of Jaime

When Jaime woke up, he thought he’d been rescued.

He gets a week before it falls apart.

Clone Wars

Lies About Jedi by SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)

“Wait a fucking second,” burst out CT-9886, “You’re taking me up there to-”

“To guilt trip a Jedi High General of the GAR into taking a nap? Yes. So keep the hat on. Nobody wears those except the new guys. Makes you look extra shiny.”

Inspired by this tumblr post: https://obiwanobi.tumblr.com/post/616828414927699968/obi-wan-high-on-pain-meds-the-shiny-medic

Compulsive Honesty by afoundling

Seven clones and a Jedi get dosed with truth serum and trapped in a confined space for 5 long hours

[slimybeth69]

Hungry Man Masterlist

Summary- hun·gry | adjective -feeling or displaying the need for food. -causing hunger. -having a strong desire or craving.

Rating- Explicit

Warnings- Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, dark&sneaky!Joel, unhinged&crazy!reader- they're both going through stuff, OKAY!? unreliable narrator, changing povs, unhealthy relationships (but we knew this), extreme dub-con, some slight non-con, Stockholm syndrome, alcohol & drug use, unhealthy coping mechanisms, praise kink galore, power imbalance, smut (so much more than before), subjectively happy ending, chapters will be tagged accordingly.

authors note: here it is. I highly suggest that you read girl dinner, otherwise you're gonna have no idea what's going on and you're going to be very confused. love you all so much. (also, i'm back on my bullshit with the chapters and summaries for chapters being song titles and lyrics. I DO NOT EVEN CARE GOODBYE)

a/n pt2: please comment below if you want to be added to the tag list.

Chapter 1- Desperate Pleasures 9.6k Summary- Wheel out your god, these are desperate times Talk to your mother, these are desperate times Dance with your lover, these are desperate times Surrender yourself, these are desperate times

Chapter 2- God the Animal 8.8k Summary- “…made me think about what it would be like if God the animal bit me with his razor-sharp fangs. God has huge poisonous fangs and he loves to bite people who follow the rules. If you follow the rules, God's going to kill you with his long teeth ; and I love knowing that.”

Chapter 3- I Know The End (NEW) 6.7k Summary- Close my eyes, fantasize Three clicks and I'm home When I get back I'll lay around Then I'll get up and lay back down Romanticize a quiet life There's no place like my room

Chapter 4- All Eyes On Me (COMING SOON) Summary- Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun? It's almost over It's just begun Don't overthink this Look in my eye Don't be scared, don't be shy Come on in, the water's fine We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody, oh We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows

[ghosthoard]

grief of reunion recap!

you guys are so fucking funny thank you so much for your tags

as always i want to show how much i appreciate your tags and comments but i didn't know how without reblogging every single person and that might be excessive so this is my solution!

first of all thank you for the people who reblogged all three and left tags it's so cool seeing which ones you saw first and the comments as you went

this is going to be a bit long since i want to include everybody in some way and also what my thoughts were as i drew this series!

enjoy!

"you'll see me again"

mizaruwu said it so well! "you'll see me again" is a sweet white lie!!!

in combination with dustmold nailing it on the money!

i was really careful with how i phrased this sweet white lie

it's not: "we'll see each other again" or "I'll see you again"

For Wild, Wars, Time, and Twilight as far as they know they will never see the one they're saying farewell to ever again. so they say farewell knowing this will be the last time they see their loved one, but they're offering them a sort of comfort that the receiver of these words will see them again, it's something they would kill for personally, they think it's a gift, a comfort

but it's never so simple. because they aren't really being reunited properly are they?

THE FLOW OF TIME TRAVEL IS VERY CRUEL!!!!

NONE OF THESE PAIRS/TRIOS FULLY KNOW EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME, BUT THEY TRY THEIR BEST WITH WHAT THEY HAVE, IT SUFFERING!

perry's 3 reblog journey

perry i want you to know how much i love the faces you added at the end it gave me such a clear vision of your reactions

I LOVE HOW I DREW YOUNG TWI HE'S SO TINY HE'S SO BABY THANK YOU FOR MENTIONING IT PERRY

i like to imagine that time bonks him on the head right after this interaction and doesn't explain why

the WAR TRIO FUCKS ME UP

they can never be whole!!!

war trio

elle at it again with the amazing comments!!!

elle is right! as i was drawing wars I was thinking about how to convey that he was trying to hold it together and show the others that everybody leaving wasn't tearing him apart. he especially had to show a strong front for wind. as discussed above, elle said it perfectly, wars knows this is it for him! he'll never see his brothers again, and he it would hurt too much to hope for another chance like meeting the chain.

elle also brings up an interesting point of how wind can say the same thing to the pair of them during the war, i was thinking about that myself while i was working on this series and IT WOULD HURT SO MUCH, THE CYCLE OF SAYING FAREWELL, OF THE SWEET WHITE LIE.

but i always flip flopped on if wind would.

what do you guys think? do you think wind, twilight, or time would say something similar to their counterparts like they did to them?

mask is full on alert, he can detect danger right away, the moment they found wind he was on defensive mode, resource guarding wars

and isn't that just painfully loving, painfully sweet

what's that quote?

we are all made up of bits and pieces of those we love. (or something similar)

big brown devastating eyes

my friend suggested I draw the eyes with color! everybody say thank you spooks's Zelda Authority friend

a moment of silence for the wind stans

chiangyorange's 3 reblog journey

i'm glad i could do this to you :)

Wolf Trio

mizaruwu is so correct yet again!

while i was drawing these, i thought about how all of the wolf trio ended up saying the white lie to someone. wild is the only one who doesn’t really have the experience of teaching a protege. time and twilight however are both the liar and the lied to.

voidsshadow is so right! twi especially knows what wild is implying because he’s lived through it with time. twi and time have both been through so much and they still have things to do after death but they wouldn’t trade this time with their protege for anything no matter how imperfect the reunion is

they both must have known what their protege meant and they were prepared for it. but no amount of preparation can soften the blow.

however, they’ve both lived a long time before going back to teach their protege, their age makes the white lie more bitter and they’re more tired

wind in the meantime, had no prior time travel experience with another link, he had no preparation, he took the white lie at face value, he’s still young when he joins the war of eras, and when the reunion actually happens and he realizes his brothers don’t know him anymore, he was all the more devastated for it

cherry's 3 reblog journey

i claim all responsibility, i'm the cause, i'm the problem

violetregrets's 3 reblog journey

i love the clear descending into emotions this conveys, art in itself

(from the bottom up in these types of screenshots!)

thanks violet XD

let's have a moment for all of the ouchies, oofs, and aughs

and of course the screaming

and crying

these allegations! >:O all true :3

and lastly

this cracked me up. honestly same, fuck me up

Additional edit: I made it so that all of the lines under each post would apply to every one of them.

Your eyes do not know me as they once did.

Here I am, still missing you.

Alone, with the grief of reunion.

I had a hard time deciding not to put the last one for wind but I thought the 2nd one made more sense for him and the last one more sense for time. But again they all apply to every one. isnt that fun!

@mizaruwu @dustmold-n-dirtarchaeology @perereiii @perryelornitorrinco @elle-rosewater @1-renegade @rosescore245 @rosadon3 @the-au-collector @crazylittlejester @stqrmyskies @shadowlinktheshadow @chiangyorange @thevoidsshadow @givemeafuckingbreakorurgay @violetregrets1837 @tiredkiwilol @esthelle-wanders @telemna-hyelle @pelicanpig @layraket @i-dont-r3member @embarrassedauthornerd @multifr0g @turdofanerd @puffysleeveswithfloralpatterns @starwolfie @zolanort @cheatsylu @dragkbluire @thebackofourmind8 @jack-ofallfandoms @bbinkus11 @ahanarhorse @hero-of-the-wolf @triforce-of-mischief @twilightangel83 @clancycosmic @abir-111 @just-another-product-of-today

[mendessi]

things i say when you sleep | chapter two

multi chapter bodhi durran x fem!oc word count: 3.9k summary: Ania crosses the Parapet into the Riders Quadrant, and finally meets with the marked children of those who got her parents and brother killed. Bodhi Durran is quick to remind her that she's marked too. tags: slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, canon typical violence, mentions of death, she falls first he falls harder, majority canon compliant, some canon deviance, eventual smut, angst with a happy ending, additional tags to be added AO3 masterlist

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Ten days have passed since assessment day, and I don't go out of my way to make friends. Violet and Rhiannon make small talk with me, but a part of me feels the judgment reeking off of them since Quinn exposed my relic on assessment day. I don't blame them, Violet, especially. Not when her mother is who she is. 

"Hey you," Ridoc says as he sits beside me at lunch. 

"Hi?" I don't mean for it to come out as a question, I'm just shocked by him approaching me. 

"I'm going to the gym later and was wondering if you'd be my sparring buddy." He says. 

"Me?" I've overheard him make plans to spar with just about every squadmate of ours since assessment day. This is the first day he's asked me. 

"Everyone else is busy." He doesn't mean it in a mean way, and he catches how it sounds a little too late. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." 

"No, that's okay." I give a forced smile. "Um, sure. Why not?" 

I'm lacing my boots up when Ridoc steps into the dormitory that evening to walk me to the gym. He's got a strange quirkiness that I can't help but be drawn to, but not in a romantic way at all. He's just very... approachable. 

"Ready to go?" He picks up my bag for me and slings it over his shoulder. I open my mouth to object but I know he'd insist anyway.

A part of me feels happy that he asked me to spar. I have his patterns from assessment day tucked into my brain and I'm oddly excited to use them against him. Maybe everyone else was busy, but regardless he asked me and it feels... nice.

As we step into the gym, I'm slightly annoyed to see Bodhi, Xaden, and a couple of other Marked ones already on one of the mats. My eyes meet Bodhi's and I force myself to look away. I'm just grateful he's abided by my request and hasn't bothered trying to approach me since I saw him in the courtyard. 

Ridoc sets my bag on the bench and watches as I take my journal out. "That one is my page isn't it?" 

I look up at him and nod, handing him the journal, "Violet told you, didn't she?" Fucking snitch.

I watch his eyes as they scan the page and he nods with a hum. "Not bad, Ania. Let's put it to use." 

We step onto the mat and I have to fight the smile that creeps onto my face. Ridoc has height and muscle on me for sure, but I have a strategy. 

"I'll go easy on you." He winks and I roll my eyes. 

"That won't be necessary." I smile, getting into my fighter stance. 

Two minutes later, I have Ridoc in a headlock, my legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he slaps the mat frantically. I release him and get to my feet, holding my hand out. 

He looks up at me from his knees as he struggles to catch his breath, "That's... yeah. Okay, fine. You win."

"Of course I do." I smile as he takes my hand. I pull him up and follow his gaze to the other mat. The Marked ones are terrible at acting like they weren't just watching us. 

"What's that about?" He asks lowering his voice. "You also... you know." He gestures to his arm. 

"Marked? I know." I step away from him, turning my back to him. I pick up my journal and attempt to deflect this conversation. 

Thankfully Ridoc doesn't pry. He sits beside me and looks over my shoulder as I scribble into my journal. I don't realize it, but I'm nonchalantly explaining to him what I'm writing down. Just as I had done to Violet. Ridoc doesn't crack jokes like he usually does and I get a sudden pit in my stomach that I'm boring him. 

"You just need to adapt to your opponent and switch your fighting style depending on who it is," I say to him as I finish writing the last line, "To avoid people like me who are observant and adapt to people like you." 

"We should do this again." He nods as he stands up and steps back onto the mat. His attitude shifts as he bounces on his toes and shakes his arms out. "I'm ready this time." 

I laugh a little, actually laugh, for the first time since coming to Basgiath and rise to my feet. "Really?" 

"Yeah." He seems confused for a moment at my response but masks it quickly with a joke, "Don't tell me you're scared or something." Ah, there's Ridoc. 

I put him on his back again. And again. And again. He learns though and it shows in the bruises that flower on my cheekbone. 

"You improved," I say to him as I sip some water. "We can meet again when there's time." I regret the offer when I see the way he looks at me. "If you want, of course." 

"No, yeah. One hundred percent." He smiles and I return it. Have I made a friend? "You're pretty cool, Ania." 

"I know." I shrug, half joking.

It's as if I've forgotten how to interact with other human beings since coming here. I was so isolated when I was fostered, that only one mission was given to me: train, train, train. The family fostering me saw me as a ticket to prove their undying fidelity to Navarre. They wanted me to be some sort of prodigy, a trophy. The realization hits me and I suddenly feel small.

"Would you want to maybe want to-"

"Not a chance." I cut him off, but there's a hint of amusement behind my words. He laughs a contagious laugh, which I guess is customary for the class clown. We haven't been at Basgiath for long but it's no secret that Ridoc is a notorious flirt. 

"Yeah, I saw that coming." His cheeks turn red and I can't help but smile. 

We're walking back to the dormitory when I realize my journal is tucked under my arm. I stop in my tracks thinking of what's missing. "I left my rucksack." 

He turns on his heel and starts walking back towards the gym, "I'll go with you." 

"No, that's okay. I don't want to be too much trouble." I almost reach for his arm but stop myself. 

"Are you sure?" He asks. 

"It's getting late. You should rest, I'll be okay. Thank you for today." The pleasantries sound foreign leaving my lips. 

"It was fun," He smiles, "But I'm putting you on your back next time." His lips part realizing what he just said and he shakes his head, "You know what I meant." 

I shake my head, stifling my laugh as he turns on his heel and resumes his walk to the dormitory. 

When I get back into the gym, my bag is gone. I curse under my breath and look around knowing for a fact that I had brought it here earlier. I'm now slightly annoyed as I exit the gym with my journal tucked under my arm. 

"Missing something?" I turn around to see Bodhi holding my rucksack in his hand, dangling it. 

"You have to be fucking kidding me," I mutter. 

I march towards him trying to swallow the anger that builds in my chest. I reach for my bag and hold my hand mid-air when he yanks it away.  He has the audacity to smirk at the look on my face. 

"Come with me." He says. 

I don't think as the anger consumes me and I swing my fist for his face but his free hand wraps around my knuckles before I can make contact. "Give me my fucking bag, Bodhi." I raise my voice. 

"You're so feisty. Not very little Alistair of you," He laughs and I almost swing again. "You want your bag back, you'll come with me." 

I stare up at him the rage swimming from my chest to my hands as they start to shake. Fuck, just... control it. 

Walk away.

"I'll just get another tomorrow from the central issue. Nothing important in there anyways." I clench my jaw and turn my back to him. Asshole. I'm halfway down the corridor when he calls out.

"This isn't important?" When I turn around, a pit forms in my stomach at what he's holding up. A chain with a gold ring hanging from it. Nausea builds in my stomach and I have to swallow the bile that settles in my throat. Even from this far away I can tell what it is. Beckett's ring. That should've been razed with him in Aretia. 

I'm a thirteen-year-old girl again, flashbacks flooding my vision. I have to hold the wall to steady myself. Don't let him see you falter.

"You have no right to keep that from me," I seethe as I reapproach him, on the verge of seeing red.

"I told you that there are things you don't understand." He presses. "I don't remember you being so irate, Ani." 

I feel my bottom lip quiver and turn my head away to gather myself. I don't remember the last time I cried, I damn sure am not about to do it in front of him. How dare he dangle my brother's ring in front of my face like some pawn. "Just give me the ring, Bodhi. This is the last time I'm asking nicely." 

"Is that a threat?" He steps towards me but I don't step back. "What will you do? Fight me? I'm not Cadet Gamlyn. I won't be put onto my back as easily as him." 

"Why are you doing this?" My voice drops to a whisper. The kind Bodhi I grew up with, the one who fought for me to be placed with him or Xaden, the one I used to sit on the roof and stargaze with, he's not here. This is just cruel. "Beckett would hate you for this." 

"No, Beckett would understand. Especially if he saw what an unstable, vengeful girl you grew up to be." He said. He can see the uncontrollable shift in my eyes and reaches into my rucksack to pull a cloak I didn't previously have. "Put this on." 

If looks could kill, Bodhi Durran would drop dead in front of me. I snatch the cloak from his hands and drape it over my shoulders, tying it in the front. I pull the hood over my head and don't ask any questions as I follow him out of the corridor. I refuse to let him make me any more pissed than I already am. 

I follow him blindly into the woods, my hands never leaving my side ready to reach for my dagger should he try anything stupid. Perhaps, I could just kill him now and take Beckett's ring. Problem solved.

"Look who I found," Bodhi says as we approach another cloaked figure and my fingers wrap around the hilt of my dagger. 

"Ah, little Alistair." I scoff as Xaden pulls his hood down.

"What the fuck are we doing in the woods," I demand. 

"I told you there are things you don't understand, Ani," Bodhi says and it takes everything in me not to swing at him again.

"We just want to help you," Xaden adds. 

I take a step toward him and shove my finger into his chest, "I don't want your fucking help!" I keep my voice low. We are in the woods past curfew and I'd rather not catch the punishment that comes with a trio of Marked kids meeting up this late. 

"That's too bad." The Riorson boy snaps taking a step towards me, closing the space. "I have promises to keep and I'm a man of my word. Stop making it so fucking hard." 

What his promises have to do with me, I have no clue, but I'm done standing here letting Bodhi and Xaden think they can dangle a ring in front of my face and order me around. 

"You may be my wingleader, but that is all you are. Both of you are nothing more than dead to me." I look between the two men towering over me and step back. "Keep his ring, I don't care. What use is it to me." 

"Ani." Bodhi steps towards me and I just about raise my fist when another cloaked figure approaches. 

"Cadet Cardulo," I say once she pulls her hood down. "Great, we're officially past committing a capital offense." 

"Ania." Imogen greets me and I cross my arms. "Why is she here?" 

"She's marked, is she not?" Bodhi defends. 

"She doesn't act like it." Imogen retorts. From what I've seen she and Quinn seem close. There's a chance she's pissed I broke her nose.

"I was just leaving," I say, "I think I'd rather be dead than anywhere near whatever the fuck this is." 

Bodhi grabs my arm and puts a finger up to his lips. I turn my head at the rustling of leaves. What looks like over twenty more cloaked figures are approaching us. 

"You're staying," Bodhi says. He's not wrong this time, where the hell would I even go? There's no way out except to awkwardly push past the crowd of Marked ones in front of me. 

Paranoia creeps up on me, the idea of us being caught out here in a huge group like this becoming very real. I had one priority coming into Basgiath: avoid the other Marked ones and don't create enemies. Here I was with an entire fucking assembly of them. I can't even listen to what Xaden is saying to them as I turn my head to survey the trees around us. I can't help but feel like someone is watching us, but I brush it off as paranoia. 

"And if they find out we're meeting?" Another first-year replies. She must not be in my wing because I don't recognize her. 

"We've done this for two years and they've never found out," Xaden says and I mask the shock that threatens to show on my face. I look up at Bodhi and yank my wrist from his grip when I realize he's still holding on to me like I'll bolt at any second. I'm struggling to pay attention to anything being said, I can't stop looking at Bodhi. He doesn't even acknowledge me after I pull away, once he realizes I won't run. 

"How many of you are getting your asses handed to you on the mat?" I turn my focus back to Xaden and then to the rest of the first years in front of me watching as hands shoot up. 

"I'll teach them." My head snaps to who said it and I immediately recognize him as Garrick. He looks so different than when he was younger. To be fair, I only ever saw him during the summers so maybe that's why it took me so long to recognize him. I take a second to study him, he is so much bigger than the last time I saw him but that's a pretty common trait around here. 

There are so many thoughts racing in my head as I take in the conversations happening around me. This doesn't seem malicious at all. Xaden is offering the help of the second and third years so that they have a chance at surviving Threshing. Gods, I'm seeing now how stupid the rule of us meeting in groups of more than three is. They're trying to ensure we're prepared for the prejudice we're already facing. I pinch the bridge of my nose between my fingers with a small sigh as another first-year starts to whine about the death we've witnessed thus far.

"You're not going to make it. Best accept it now and not take up more of my time." My jaw goes slack as I look at him.

"Xaden." I snap, earning the attention of everyone standing in front of us. I nearly shrink into myself at the feeling of everyone's eyes on me. It happens that snapping at your wingleader as a first year is not something common. They don't know him like I do. Or did. I'm pushing limits here and maybe I need to be more careful. Just because Xaden, Bodhi, and I knew each other as kids doesn't mean they won't hesitate to kill me if I continue to piss them off. 

"That was a little harsh, cousin," Bodhi says after noting my discomfort from the attention. 

I won't say another word for the rest of the time we're out here. When someone brings up killing Violet Sorrengail, I stay silent. Maybe I should have it in me to defend my squadmates but I simply don't. 

"Don't forget her brother was Brennan Sorrengail. She has just as much reason to hate me as we do her." Xaden says raising a point I hadn't thought of. 

Violet had never once been impolite to me, but I had been to her on many occasions. Her mother was responsible for the deaths of all our parents, not her. Her brother died in the war too. If Violet wasn't accountable for their deaths then why was I still blaming Xaden and Bodhi for Beckett's? No, that's different. He left you in a closet to go after them. 

Everyone leaves in groups of three til it's just Bodhi, Xaden, and I. I turn to face them but I don't speak.

"Are you going to let us help you?" Bodhi asks.

I press the heels of my palms to my eyes and groan, "I don't need help. I'm not getting my ass handed to me on the mat and you both know that I'm a walking dictionary. I don't need it." 

"She's like Sorrengail." Bodhi laughs but it's cut short when he sees my glare. We begin walking back towards the main campus but Xaden stops and sends us ahead, claiming he needs to check something out. I don't question it and neither does his cousin.

"What do you remember from the war?" He asks after we've been walking for a bit.

I'm caught off by his question that cuts the silence, "Not much. I was thirteen and filled with trauma from my parents dying. I shut everything else out as a coping mechanism. I remember finding my mother with Beckett and then being separated from you and Xaden after the executions." 

"Then you have to let us help you." He replies softly as we stop outside my shared dormitory. "There is danger out there that you don't know about." 

"Stop it, Bodhi." I put my hand up and lean against the wall with a sigh. I'm tired of this conversation tonight. "Why are you two going through so much trouble with me? What did Xaden mean when he said he made promises?"

"We both did. It's different for each of us," He replies. "That's all I can say til you learn to trust us." 

"Don't count on it." I caution. "It's great what you're doing for the first years, but please just give me peace and leave me alone. I cannot be around you and your cousin." 

He nods once with pursed lips and then reaches into his pocket pulling out the chain with Beckett's ring attached, "As promised." I take it from his hand gently and examine it with a deep breath. "Good night, Ani." 

I look up at him before he turns to leave and can see the sorrow in his eyes. I lost my brother, but he lost his best friend too. "Night, Bodhi." 

After he leaves, I take a moment to look down at the ring. I look at the inscription on the inside of the band but it's too faded and in a language I never learned. I put the chain around my neck but pull my dagger at the sudden unexpected presence next to me. 

"It's just me!" Violet says with her hands up. 

"What are you doing out past curfew?" I ask, resheathing my dagger with a huff. "Are you out of your mind, I could've killed you." 

"I could ask you the same thing." I tense as she reaches towards me, pulling a leaf from my hair. Her look is accusatory and I fold my arms over my chest defensively. I scan her face looking for any sort of emotion that she'd tell someone she saw me out past curfew. She couldn't without incriminating herself for also being out past curfew.

"This remains unspoken," I say and we both nod slowly, a silent truce falling over us like a blanket as we enter the dorms together. 

After challenges start, I begin collecting daggers from my opponents. I'd yet to be defeated and not a single person challenges me either. I'm rolling my shoulders and neck when Ridoc sits next to me.

"Did I do okay?" He asks me and I look at him with a smile. 

"Much better," I answer.

He pumps his fist and I laugh, "Fuck yes."

"You're just incapable of losing anything, aren't you?" Rhiannon sits on the other side of Ridoc with a huff after stepping off the mat. She lost her challenge, but it's the first one in a couple of weeks that she hasn't won. She's a formidable fighter.

Ever since the night that Violet and I caught each other out past curfew, there's an unsaid respect between us. I hardly notice but I'm getting closer with my squad. Especially Ridoc. Again, not romantically in the slightest, though it doesn't stop him from making flirtatious jokes every day. I've come to notice he does it with Rhiannon and Violet too. It's refreshing to have this sort of banter with him. I'm settling in, I'm loosening up and for the past two months, Bodhi and Xaden have kept their distance which is the greatest perk of them all. 

"She's two challenges away from having to start a pile on the floor next to her bunk. She's running out of sheathes." Violet says, sitting down next to me and her tone tells me she means it as a compliment. She doesn't know I know, but I am painfully aware of how she keeps collecting her daggers. I observe. I see everything that happens in this quadrant. She should be more careful before someone who's not me notices. It'd be a shame if we were ever partnered and she was to see that her little tricks would not work on me. I consider telling her, but only for a split second, before I stop myself. 

"I'd like to see you and Liam Mairi go at it," Ridoc says. "He's undefeated. You're undefeated. That's a match I'm sat for." 

"That'd be just plain greedy if she got a dagger off of him," Rhiannon jokes and we all laugh, myself included.

My squad hasn't given me any reason to distrust them yet for some reason I still find it so hard to trust them. I still stop myself from contributing to conversations when we're at lunch. I keep to myself more than not. My vendetta against myself that I can't ever include myself in anything that will haunt me is the brutal conclusion I've come to. I overhear the others asking if they should invite me to things or if they shouldn't because "she'll just say no anyways." Remain unseen and don't create enemies is what is nonnegotiable. But that doesn't mean I can't have a part in tightening the bond of our squad. 

"Cadet Alistair," Emetterio calls me up to the mat and there's an audible sigh from everyone surrounding it. I fight to hide my smirk. I'm fond of the reputation I hold. "XO Durran." 

"Oh, fuck yes." I hear Ridoc practically giggle from the bench as I bite the inside of my cheek. 

Fuck. 

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[staaaaforlife]

Hello everyone, I’m back with another fan fic. This is a request from. @stayatinyOT8 I can’t really tag, but I really hope you see this

CW: 3Racha, a lot of dirty talking, a lot of calling slut, unprotected sex (please please please don’t do this. Be smart guys.) threesome Cnc I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed anything.

It was a warm, cozy day, and you were in 3RACHA Studio helping the members with their new comeback, which was pretty soon, so you had to move things pretty quickly to get things done. It was a bit overwhelming, but you made your way through.

"OK, guys, take 30 and get some lunch and come back," said the Aussie boy. There's no doubt about it. Bangchan was hot. In fact, all of them were really smoking hot, but the people that you worked with were the best out of all of them. You didn't know if it was because you spent so much time with them. And you see them every day, but something about these three boys….

"OK [name], these two idiots should be coming in pretty soon. I'm sorry; it's really a slow day. I'll call them in as soon as possible, and we will start discussing some stuff," said the Aussie boy, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, no worries. I mean, I knew what I was getting myself into when I got this job as a producer, so," she smiled, trying not to make it awkward.

Chan smiled, showing off his cute little dimples in the front of his face. "Yeah, I never thought of that."

Just as you were about to say something, the door opened, revealing a very loud Han and a quiet Changbin.

"God, do you ever, ever, like, shut up?" said Changbin. Han looked at him and looked around. "Hmm, nah, I don't actually."

Chan cleared his throat. "Guys, can we not do this when she's here?"

"oh I'm sorry hey [name] I didn't know you was gonna be here today" Han said while scratching the back of his neck and embarrassed you didn't know what for because he's usually like this. It just made you giggle.

"It's no problem, honestly; I think I've seen worse working here."

"Well, since we're here, why don't we play truth or dare?" Said Han

"Really? Truth or dare? I mean, that is like the worst decision—" exclaimed Changbin.

"I mean, since we're here and bored, we could do truth or dare," you said, making Changbin backtrack on what he said.

"Only because I'm bored , Chan?" He said to Chan who was spacing out, looking at you. "Oh, uh, yeah, truth or dare? Let's go."

This would be fun. You haven't played truth or dare since she was a little kid, and it never really used to go…. Well, you get the picture. I mean, truth or dare with them going sexual—that's like the best thing you could ever think of, but you didn't let it get ahead of you. Maybe they just want to do it because they're bored.

A few minutes passed by, and you guys were actually laughing at each other's most ridiculous questions. It was sexual, but not too bad; it was questions asking about your sexual life, which you actually never had much of before, and other than the casual makeout, so when it was your turn, it was… awkward

"OK, OK, truth or dare?" Han turned to you, which caught you by surprise. "Oh, uh, truth?"

He thought long and hard, "When was your first time?"

Your heart started racing. It felt like the whole world just stopped. Embarrassed? Not far from it; you don't know what this feeling was—flustered, maybe.

"Oh, uhhh… Say, Funny story: I kind of never had my first time before."

After saying that, they looked at you like you killed their pet fish, a bunch of "What? Wow, no way" coming from their mouth.

"Gosh, I'm sorry this is so embarrassing." "No, it's not embarrassing. It's just shocking. I mean, who wouldn't hit that?" Chan slapped the youngest on the head and spoke up.

"What he was trying to say is that it's really shocking because you are very attractive."

"Like, very, very attractive," added Changbin.

"I mean, I kissed I've did things, but I just never you know…"

"It's OK; you don't have to say a thing. Let's just continue the game."

You continue the game like normal, but something feels off. It wasn't awkward or anything. You couldn't put your finger on it.

Soon enough it was your turn again, so this time you chose dare because you were very curious about what Bang Chan wanted you to do since he wasn't really that sexual towards you.

You see Chan look at the other two members and smirk at them. You didn't know what that meant until…

"I dare you… to make us make you feel good…"

It felt like your heart just skipped a beat. Many, many beats, you looked up at him with your doe eyes. "What do…"

"Look, we see the way you look at us. We tried to ignore it to be more professional." Said the buff one who was pretty quiet this whole entire time so you were surprised

"And if you let us make you feel good, you won't be in that predicament anymore—people kissing on you but not fucking you, am I right?" said Chan You didn't really take him much as the sexual type or dirty-talking type, so it really took you by surprise.

"Well, I...—shhhh, you don't need to speak; just let us make you feel good, yeah?"

You noted your head was fast and hard; you thought it would break off.

"I was looking at you eagerly like a little fucking slut you are," said the youngest, which caught you by surprise because you didn't take Han as the dominant type.

"Which one would you be eager to take your virginity, huh princess?"

You looked around, thinking you didn't know it was three attractive guys in front of you, 3Racha for fuck's sake. How could you choose?

I'm in Benion was really catching up to you the way he looked at you the way he looked at him. It was only fair, right?

"C-Chan," you said as quietly as possible, "come on, princess, say it louder; it won't hurt our feelings. Come on, speak up, or you wouldn't want me to make you speak up, would you?" Said Changbin

"C-Chan!!" You said a bit louder, causing Chan to chuckle at you

"I just knew your slutty pussy would be running to me. Do you want me to take your virginity? Take your tight little pussy on my big cock, don't you?"

His word, Brong, tingles to your lower core. Making you close your legs, but it soon ripped back open by Chan.

"Do you want slow or hard? Because once you choose, I'm not fucking stopping, ok?" He said, whispering in your ear, his Aussie accent stronger than ever, making you so fucking wet.

"Fuck, I don't care; I just need you." You said whining. "Would you look at that? Our baby is whining for me. Would that have turned you into a fucking slut? or a whore? Maybe even a cum sleeve." He pulled your tiny skirt up.

"Wearing this fucking tiny skirt, you know what she was getting. You're so fucking into it." He pulled your panties off and shoved them in your mouth, making your moans muffled. He gave your ass a couple of swings before shoving it in; it made you gasp.

"Oh fuck… Oh fucking fuck. This pussy is so tight. I can't see why anyone wouldn't want to fuck this tight ass pussy," he said, groaning with his head going back. You looked up and saw Changbin in front of your face.

"Oh, you thought we were just going to sit there and watch you get fucked? What a selfish whore. Open your fucking mouth." Without you opening your mouth for Changbin, his dirty cock is in your mouth. It was really big, bigger than Chance but not longer, just really big.

"Oh, don't be fucking selfish, love. What about Han, huh? You want him to just be sitting there watching you get your fucking hoes touch. I know how much you love being watched, but he needs something too. How about he feels this perfect ass of yours?"

You tighten around him as the thought of the three men and all of your holes

"once you look at that han she wants you to fill up her ass like a fucking greedy little fucking whore. She is a fucking greedy little slut."

"Oh, she went all her holes filled." walked up to you. Pushing his thumb in your ass. It made you put your head back, but you got it shoved back down by Changbin: "Fucking suck it good for me, OK?" Changbin was a little calmer than Chan, but he was still kind of harsh.

Just as you went to suck, you felt her ass being filled by Han: "Fuck this ass so tight."

You felt a weird sensation in your stomach. It felt like you had to pee, so you let it go, thinking it was that, but…

"Oh, you fucking whore, you squirted all over me." Said Chan, Fuck you harder than before.

"I-it's too m-much—do you think I give a fuck? Do you want to be a selfish little whore and cum and not let us cum?" said Han.

"Oh, fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, fuck!!" You felt a warm sensation in your mouth, and you swallowed it. "Fucking good girl," said Changbin.

As Han and Chan were fucking you. Changbin was petting your head and telling you sweet and dirty things like "fucking tight-ass pussy, can't wait to fuck it, and "fucking cum sleeve."

"Oh God, I'm cumming." Han pulled out of your ass and came all over your back from reaching your hair.

"You guys are pathetic. See, I started fucking her first, and I'm not coming yet." Unexpectedly, Han bent over to lick Chan's ass, which prompted him to moan and come deeply inside you. "Fuck!! Han: I-I'm going to kill you." He fell on top of you on the floor, and they all began to chuckle.

"Oh God, I didn't know you guys were dirty like that," you explain.

"I mean, you never asked or found out, so…"

"So you tell us to leave so you can just give back shots?" said the second oldest of the group.

"Minho, get out!!" You said while covering your face and body.

"Nu-uh, I like this view."

Brother, this is going to be a long night.

Part two with other units??

[james-is-here]

My first two thoughts when I saw these photos were "Cute slut" and "Pretty Boy" so I did something with it. Also, I wrote this for @succubus-hansol ��

It's been a while since I remembered to add tags. Sorry about that. 😔

Tags: @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk @michelle4eve @dontwannaexsist

Contains: BJ (both receiving), Y.J being called baby & slut, one use of whore, messy, lots of spit, fingering (Y.J), throat fuck, super subby Innie?, he's just needy for Mn, semi-public (Bathroom), used a lot of cussing in this one.

[LMK if I forgot anything or if you want to be added to the taglist. It's 4am and I'm tired]

When you were fixing your shirt and pulling up your pants, he didn't fail to miss the band of your boxers and when you look up from your adjustment and caught his eye, you smirk at him and walk away.

It didn't help that you were wearing white ripped jeans, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, untucked, and unbuttoned by three buttons with a loosened black tie. Your hair also looked messy like you rolled out of bed and you wore fake black brow-line glasses and a watch with a couple bracelets on your left wrist and your hands are decorated with a couple rings.

Were you trying to kill him???

He's instantly out of his seat and hurrying after you, grabbing your hand and pulling you the opposite direction and over to the bathrooms.

It was a single stall bathroom, Jeongin looks around before shoving you in and you laugh but it's cut short when he follows you, pushing you back as he shuts the door and you collide with the door as he locks it at the same time his hand reaches up, grabs your tie and pulls you down to press his lips to yours.

His free hand moved to your waist, fisting your shirt and trying to pull you closer as your hands fall to his hips. His hand on your tie slides up over your pec, your collar, and to the back of your neck. The other moves under your shirt, dragging his nails over your skin and attempting to pull you impossibly closer as you lick his bottom lip and he lets you slip your tongue past his lips to tangle it with his.

You push him back slightly and turn around to push him against the door this time. Bending your knees, you move your hands to his thighs and lift him up, tilting your head and stepping forward into him to hold him against the door as his legs wrap around your waist and his arms around your neck.

You pull back, moving to his neck. He lets out little gasps and sighs, your kisses wet as you resist marking him as you move past his necklace and move his shirt collar with your chin to kiss his collar bone and shoulder.

"M-Mn~" He finally spoke since dragging you to the bathroom and you hum against his neck under his chin as you move to the other side under his neck. "P-Please~ H-Hyung, I n-need you, please, ah~!" You push your hips further into his and bite his ear lobe. "Baby, I don't think we have time." Your hands push his shorts further up and squeeze his thighs as one of his hands moves to tangle in your hair. "Please, Hyung? Just let me suck you off, please? That's all I'm asking for right now, please. Please Hyung." He begs and you pull back, looking at his blown pupils and slightly flushed face.

"That's all? Then you'll be a good boy and wait until we go home?" "Yes! Yes, I'll be good and wait till later, please." "Okay, baby."

You set him down and he immediately switches spots again and pushes you against the door before dropping to his knees, you unbutton the rest of your shirt just to get it out of his way and his eyes scan over your torso before he goes back to removing your belt, unbuttoning your jeans then palms you over your boxers that started this whole thing.

"It's these boxers fault we're here." "You gonna do as they say?" "Yes." "Then get to it, baby. We do have a time limit." He moves one hand to the waistband and pulls it down as his other hand wraps around you, a small whine coming from the back of his throat as he waits no more and surges forward, his heavy amount of saliva pooling on his tongue as he drags it from your base to your tip before taking you past his lips and immediately sinking down to your base.

You exhale softly and place a hand on his head, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he looks up at you over the rim of his own glasses. "Fuck, you look so fucking slutty like this, baby. So fucking cute." He hums around you, his tongue sliding on the underside of your dick, tracing along a vein before he pulls back, parting his lips as he strokes you at a gentle pace, your tip resting heavily on his tongue before he sinks back down and starts bobbing his head.

When he pulls off you again with a pop, he gasps, catching his breath as he strokes you not too slow but not too fast. "Shit, feels so good, baby." Your chest moves rapidly as you withhold your noises, simply gasping and sighing with a few groans. "Take out your cock, baby, get yourself off." "R-Really?" "Go ahead."

He takes you back into his mouth, all the way to the base as your tip reaches the back of his throat and you reaches down to unzip his shorts and pull down his waist band while spreading his knees further apart. His left hand slowly jerks himself off as his right moves back up to your thigh before he moves up and down your length.

You raise your hand to glance at your watch and your right tightens in his hair. "Can I fuck your mouth, baby? We need to hurry." He nods gently and switches hands as he sits up on his knees from his kneeling position, his left hand instinctively moving behind his back as you push on the back of his head.

You immediately fuck into his mouth at a fast pace, his hand stroking himself at the same pace as he moans, the vibration bringing you closer to the edge, his tongue attempting to swipe the underside of your cock but he eventually just relaxes his jaw and lets you fuck down his throat, eyes shining up at you with unshed tears and a choked whimper.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, shit~" A couple more thrusts and bringing him down to your base you cum down his throat before pulling back halfway and cumming on his tongue. "Ah~ So good, baby. So good for me."

You pull out, his tongue following your tip as you stroke yourself until your body jolts from sensitivity. "You look so dirty, Innie baby." His tongue moves back into his mouth and he swallows the rest of your load before opening his mouth again and licks your tip before kissing it and smiling up at you with a cock-drunk smile. He moves to the side of your cock, pressing his plush, pouty lips and leaving behind soft kisses before kissing you hip and pulling back completely.

"I'm gonna call you cock whore at this rate." He giggles softly and you realize he's let himself go and his hand is resting on his thigh, kneeling back on his heels. "Do you still need to cum baby?" He nods and you put yourself away before you pull him to stand up.

Kissing him, you take him into your hand. He gasps against your lips, hand grasping at your arms as he thrusts into your fist and moans into your mouth.

You pull back, slipping two fingers into his mouth as you turn to your left and pushing him into the wall. His tongue wets your fingers before you pull them out, reconnecting your lips to his in a sloppy kiss as you slip your hand into the back of his boxers.

You let him go for a moment to pull his leg up to your hip then holding him again as your other hand circles his rim before pushing in, your rings are still cold against his cock and your fingers are long enough that your able to thrust your fingers into his prostate. "Fuck! Fuck, Hyung, g-gonna...S-So close, Hyung."

He whines when you pull away but moans softly when you're getting on your knees, pulling his shorts and boxers down enough so you reach under him to reinsert your fingers and take his tip into your mouth.

His hands grasp your hair, whines and soft, choked moans leave him as you finger fuck his prostate and suck on his tip. "Shit, shit, shit- Hyung! HAh~!" His grip tightens as he pulls you closer and you sink to his base and he cums down your throat with a whine.

Your fingers and tongue slowly help him ride his high before he taps your head and you pull away, gently removing your fingers as well before standing up, bringing his bottoms up with you before you catch him as his legs buckle out from under him.

"Woah, you okay, Innie?" He lets out a weak sound of confirmation as he leans further into you. Smiling softly you move to sit on the toilet and turn him around so he leans back against you as you fix his boxers and shorts and button them back up.

"Innie? You with me?" "Yeah. Thank you, Hyung." "Of course, Innie baby." "Can you promise me something?" "Anything, baby." "You fuck me real hard later because I really want your dick in me." You laugh, thrown off by his bluntness but also amused cause his voice gave away the fact that he's still horny and needy. "Okay, baby, I'll fuck you into the sheets, yeah?" "Please. Now stop talking, we'll both end up hard again."

He stands up as you laugh before you catch him and stand up. "You go out first, I have to fix my shirt." "Okay." He leans up, hands on your chest as he puckers his lips for one last kiss but you roll your eyes, knowing he wants more then a quick peck as one hand pulls him closer by his hip and the other moves to his jaw, pressing your fingers into his cheeks so his mouth falls open and you swipe your tongue along his, licking his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Claiming him with your tongue before you pull back and he smiles breathlessly.

"That's not what I wanted but I'm not complaining." "Yeah, right, I know you better than you realize, baby, you didn't want some silly peck." "...Okay, you caught me." "uh huh, yeah. Now go." "I love you, Hyung." "I love you too, Innie."

You push him to the door and he giggles, stumbling out of the bathroom and you smile at him with a shake of your head as you move to button your shirt back up.

You're definitely gonna get another set of these boxers.

[wildmoonatic]

eating up ur captain design............ /pos

can i ask how pico and captain met in your au (i think its an au anyway)?

very canon adjacent, but it's an au, yeah. my friend and i's funky little universe just to the left of canon where we take things too seriously, you feel me

short version: they happened to meet at a cop shop while pico was waiting for (yet another) police interrogation, weeks to a month after the events of pico's school. john took an interest in pico and offered, mostly as a joke, to teach pico how to handle a gun properly. what was supposed to be a one-off lesson for a quick bit of entertainment turned into regular practice sessions and accidental (but immediate) emotional attachment from both parties. whoops!

and if you'll indulge me, here's the long version, because it's been brewing in my brain recently and i guess my hand slipped

(WARNING: descriptions of and vague flashbacks to the events of pico's school)

💚💚💚💚💚

The police station was usually quiet at this time of day. Idle tapping of fingers against a keyboard, muffled sounds of cars passing outside or of people talking in another room, none obtrusive enough to disturb the thoughts swirling in his head.

Now though, he was entirely preoccupied by annoyance.

Shut up. Why are you so loud? If you don't like pigs, why did you even come in here?

Pico had seen the strange man in black from the corner of his eye, swaggering in like he owned the place, only to start chatting to the receptionist with all the warm familiarity of two former classmates who never really liked each other very much. Derisive whispers in Pico's head grew louder in concert with his rising stress, adding to the noise, birthing a cacophony he couldn't escape from.

The man went quiet, and for a brief moment, Pico was sure he felt eyes on him. His own gaze stayed firmly on his sneakers.

The receptionist finally piped up with something other than a disinterested hum. "That's, uh, that Pico kid. Pico Fulp?"

"Ohh, so you're the kid who shot up his school."

Pico's head snapped up.

In an instant, his vision was dyed red, blood running so hot it threatened to burn him up from the inside. He didn't know when he got to his feet, but he was already taking steps toward the man.

"It wasn't me!" he snarled, words bubbling up and bursting out before he could stop them. "It wasn't! Watch your fucking mouth or I'll break your jaw, you stupid—"

"I got it, kid, calm down," the man talked him down, in a far more stern tone than Pico had been ready for, stopping him in his tracks. Matter-of-factly, he added: "I don't care how tough you are, you've got another thing coming if you think you can break any bone in my body."

Pico grit his teeth, fists clenched at his sides.

The white-hot fire of rage burnt out almost as quickly as it ignited, his little body only growing colder as he actually looked at the man standing before him, red giving way to black and white.

Tall and broad-shouldered, wearing sunglasses so dark it was almost impossible to see the inscrutable eyes behind them. He was uniformed — the army, not the police. Which rank was the three stripes for? Was the 'Captain' on the tag his rank, or his name?

Pico dared to speak up again. "It wasn't me," he repeated, far softer than before.

Captain turned bodily to face him. "I heard you the first time. So, what did you actually do?"

He looked away again, wringing his freshly scarred hands. "I... I stopped it, sir. I killed the shooters."

The slight movement of Captain's eyebrows snared the corner of Pico's vision. "Really now?"

"I... I found a big gun in the janitor's closet, they must've stashed it in there," the words spilled forth, as if he were back in that vile interrogation room already. "So I took it, and I shot them. All of them. There were four, a-and I didn't even know what I was doing, I was scared out of my mind, I'd never held a gun before in my life, I don't know how I—"

"You've never used a gun, but you still managed to take down four armed threats all by yourself?" There was a note of interest in Captain's voice, despite him crossing his arms.

Pico swallowed thickly.

"Please leave me alone!"

"I was told to just scare you! I wasn't gonna kill you!"

"...Two of them weren't moving, sir. I'd disarmed them, and they were afraid..."

Captain hummed. "Right. And the other two?"

No answer. Memories of callous men in blue giving him withering looks or laughing in his face when he told the truth kept his jaw clamped shut.

Captain lifted his head, looking around the otherwise empty room. "Where are your parents?"

A half-hearted shrug. "They don't want anything to do with me right now, sir."

They never did in the first place.

The soldier's thick eyebrows furrowed, but for the life of him, Pico wasn't sure what it meant. The man was as easy to read as a book with all its pages glued together. That, or he was just illiterate.

"I probably only lived because we were all just kids who barely knew what we were doing," Pico found himself saying, as if he hadn't also slaughtered a giant alien that day — Cassandra had been young and inexperienced in her own way, too. "If something like that happened again, I… I dunno."

Captain said nothing, just staring down at him, seeming thoughtful.

Silence fell over the room for a long moment, disturbed faintly by the nasty voices Pico had learned only he could hear. When the man's voice broke through the murmurs again, it hardly sounded any kinder.

"Look, if I were you, I'd stop pissing myself and go get some actual experience under my belt."

"But—"

He wasn't done. "You know where the gun range is, right? The one five minutes north of here? Meet me there at thirteen-hundred tomorrow. Even a minute late and the offer expires, got it?"

…What?

Pico lifted his gaze to meet Captain's, incredulous. "You mean... But, why would you help me?"

It was Captain's turn to offer a lazy shrug. "I'm bored outta my skull, and this is the most entertainment I've gotten in months."

He said that, but he didn't look very amused. Besides, a soldier like him surely didn't have time to waste on such petty entertainment as watching a child grappling with fear. Pico tried scrutinizing the man's face for a moment longer, unsure what he was even searching for, but quickly found himself at a loss.

The easy answer was that it was a genuine offer to help, to teach him how to properly handle a firearm and put that aspect of his trepidation to rest. Pico wasn't sure if he believed that, but for some reason, he really hoped it was true. That would mean that Captain saw something in him, something more than the unfortunate kid and murderer that the other adults saw, something worth taking a chance on.

Nice. This man, a total stranger, was being nice.

When was the last time anyone said something nice to him?

(Weeks ago, in a sterile hospital room, two hands gently clasping one of his own, their owner smiling in spite of the anxiety behind those pretty black eyes, the sweetest voice Pico had ever heard telling him over and over how everything was going to be okay—)

Pico shook his head, as if he could physically clear the memory away.

He's gone now. Stop thinking about him.

By the time Pico dragged himself back to the present, Captain was already on the way out, muttering something about the stench of hogs. Pico watched him walk away, until he disappeared from view.

"Prick," the receptionist muttered, returning their attention to their computer.

With little else to do, Pico returned to his seat. His own thoughts quickly took center stage as usual, but they were different now, looking tentatively to the future, rather than the bloody memories that tugged insistently at his back.

It had been a while since he had something to look forward to.

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Random incorrect twst first-year quotes I saved

Deuce: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip!

Ace: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill!

Yuu: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out!

Jack: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times!

Sebek : Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up!

Epel: Throw a brick at someone to kill them!

Yuu: Time for plan G.

Jack: Don’t you mean plan B?

Yuu: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Epel: What about plan D?

Yuu: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Sebek : What about plan E?

Yuu: I’m hoping not to use it. Deuce dies in plan E.

Ace: I like plan E.

*when the Squad drops food*

Deuce: Eh, oh well.

Epel: FIVE-SECOND RULE!

Ace: FUCK!

Jack: *just gets more food*

Yuu: *drops to their knees and mourns the food*

Sebek : *eats the food off the ground*

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Sebek, Jack, and Deuce: *spinning a little and talking*

Epel, Ace, and Yuu: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Epel: The floor is lava!

Jack: *helps Sebek onto the counter*

Ace: *kicks Deuce off the sofa*

Yuu: *lays on the floor*

Epel: ...Are you okay?

Yuu: No.

Jack: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Yuu, watching Sebek screaming, Ace trying to set a sleeping Deuce on fire, and Epel choking on air: I don't know either.

Deuce: We need to distract these guys

Ortho: Leave it to me

Ortho: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Yuu, Ace, and Epel: *Immediately begin arguing*

Jack, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Ortho: I can help you with it!

Deuce: Yeah, sure.

Yuu: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Ace: lol nope.

Epel: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Jack: *Read 5:55pm*

Yuu: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Ortho: >:O language

Deuce: Yeah watch your fucking language

Epel: OKAY WHO TAUGHT DEUCE THE FUCK WORD?

Ace: 'The fuck word'.

Sebek: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Deuce: Oh my god they censored it

Epel: Say fuck, Sebek.

Ace: Do it, Sebek. Say fuck.

Yuu: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!

Jack: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.

Deuce: More or less, I guess...

Ortho: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!

Epel: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.

Ace: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Yuu, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Ace: Hey.

Deuce: Hi.

Jack: Hello.

Ortho: Hey!

Yuu: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Epel: We were out of Doritos.

Ortho: Hewwo.

Ace: Hihiiiiii!

Sebek: Greetings, Humans.

Jack: Three kinds of people.

Deuce: I want pudding.

Jack: Four kinds of people.

Yuu: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Jack: Five kinds of people.

Yuu: Would you slap Deuce-

Ace: Yes.

Yuu: I didn't even finish!

Ace: Sorry, continue.

Yuu: Would you slap Deuce for 10 dollars?

Ace: I would do it for free.

Deuce: Rude...

Epel: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up!

Epel: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

Grim: Tomorrow’s the Cooking Contest. Yuu always tells me one thing every year. They say, “You might win if you’d stop eating your entry!” But how would I know whether it’s an award-winning dish without tasting it first? This may be a problem humanity will have to grapple with for eternity…

Ace: It’s funny how well you and Sebek get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?

Yuu: Sebek hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

Deuce: Where's Epel?

Yuu: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Yuu, shouting: Jack sucks!

Epel , distantly: Jack is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Yuu: Found them.

Yuu: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Grim : Mine just says "Grim no."

Yuu: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Yuu: I have an idea.

Jack: A good idea?

Yuu: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Ortho: You believe me?

Yuu: Ortho, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Yuu: I give up. I am so tired.

Ace: Get the emergency supply!

Ortho: *carries Grim and places them in front of Yuu*

Grim: *smiles*

Yuu: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

[inklore]

🩸 — 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍!

since the spooky season is fast approaching, and as a little kinktober appetizer, @psychedelic-ink and i have decided to do a little writing challenge to get us all excited and in the mood to be gripping the sheets from the spooky thrills of course.

and to keep this fun we have given you many many options! we have compiled a twelve day prompts list you can go by, or if that's not your thing we have listed twenty three different pick and choose options to create whatever kind of fic you want, even if you want to do half the days daily prompts but switch out this prompt dialogue for that au or trope or kink, you can literally do whatever your heart desires!

THE RULES.

the challenge will go on from the 19th - 30th of this month. you can do as many or as little amount of days as you choose.

any fandoms are welcome, literally any characters, ships, but please no rpf.

no minors should be interacting with let alone posting for this challenge.

dark content, light content, dubcon/noncon, is all welcomed but please tag everything accordingly. grooming, underage, and incest however are not allowed.

there are no word limits but please use that readmore.

tag #hauntedhoedown so we can read and reblog your work!

DAY ONE: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

DAY TWO: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

DAY THREE: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song (if not a lana fan then any fav song of yours) + stalker / yandere au or love triangle gone wrong

DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."

DAY FIVE: gothic au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.” + a masquerade au or a good ol' priest au

DAY SIX: animal shapeshifter au + "he's a monster" + "he's perfect"

DAY SEVEN: stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

DAY EIGHT: cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."

DAY NINE: “do you like it when i bleed for you?” + the toxic exes trope or cult au

DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."

DAY ELEVEN: black swan au or inspired by your fav psychological thriller + “they die for love, you kill for it.”

DAY TWELVE: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

if following the above isn't your thing and you want to pick and choose yourself that's great! we also highly rec this random generator if you wanna live life by the edge, each category has 23 options to pick and choose from so customize the generator accordingly!

AUs:

steampunk / cyber punk

fairytale retelling

revenge

mythology / monster

virtual reality

gothic

taboo (see great options here)

slasher

game gone wrong

witchcraft

addams family

bonnie and clyde

spy / secret agent

assassins

x-files

circus / carnival

hitch hiking

basement wife

time travel

urban legend(s)

american horror story inspired

vampire / supernatural

pirate / mermaid

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

"i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it." 

“this fear you feel? it won't last.”

“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

“why do you keep following me?”

"i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together."

"you're not actually scared are you? of me?"

"i'm so close, can you feel it?"

"tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost."

"you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left."

"i want to see you bleed."

"they're dead...because of you."

“i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

“everything i've done.. every horrible atrocity, it's been for you.”

"it's just a little blood."

“don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”

“i would burn the world for you.”

"this is so fucked up." "you like it."

"finders keepers."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"tell me you want me back. tell me i'm forgiven."

"you're a monster." "that's never stopped you before."

"i've killed for you, who else can say that?"

TROPES:

mob / mafia

soft!dark

dubcon / noncon

soulmate / fated mates

mind control / telepathy

cheating

final girl

once is not enough

haunted manor

dark academia

enemies to lovers

haunted object

vengeful ghost

coven

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

unrequited love

creation / creator vs monster

'i'll find you in every universe / century'

reverse harem

cursed / fuck or die

curiosity killed the cat

theatre phantom

fate worse than death

KINKS:

biting

corruption / authoritarian

somnophilia

begging

dacryphilia

breath play

knife play / blood play

jealousy / sharing / possessive

aphrodisiacs

hunter / prey

humiliation / degradation

mirror sex

deprivation / immobilized / bondage

costume

size

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

body worship

shotgunning / swallowing / facial

gagging

torture / surrender

hate sex / make up sex / phone sex

magical healing [redacted]

soft!dom / pleasure!dom

ETC PROMPTS:

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

1970s porno filming (turned into a blood bath)

touch her and die except who the hell are you and why are you obsessed with me?

a trip to the circus (or carnival) ends with you stuck there...forever

you just inherited this creepy mansion where people where murdered what could go wrong?

a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon

if 'this person' ever found out about this they would kill both of us (literally)

oh no i'm dating the town serial killer

passionate professor tells me to prove my devotion to the craft / class by doing something insane

we're the last people on the planet and you will be mine

daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late

i got casted out of my world and ended up wounded and bloodied in your backyard, convince me why i shouldn't destroy your world out of anger

vampire has a taste for specific blood and looks like you have it

the creepy neighbor is too hot to be insane, right?

i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it's definitely just wild dreams, right?

loving you is easier than hating you

got stranded in some little town that seems so cute, until night hits

'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you

my lover is wearing the same costume as you and i can't tell the difference but i'm pretty sure it's them i'm fucking in this closet...pretty sure

confessing to a murder via a silly little ghost story around a campfire (but someone reads through the lies)

how far would you go for love? for the one you love?

in a past life you were the cause of my death so i'm here to exact revenge now that i've found you

we're at a fun little horror movie reenactment except people are really dying

we tried to make this writing challenge as fun and very 'choose your own adventure-like' as much as possible because we know how hard it is to stay motivated when doing these things.

so please feel free to use any and all of the prompts, tropes, kinks, etc as you wish. we're just super excited to see what ya'll come up with!!

so good luck and stay slutty spooky <3

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 11, 2025

My posts

Re: Silent Hill 2: I have now recorded something ELSE that I had to scrap due to multiple, UNRELATED tech issues, including but not limited to Firefox popping up and telling me to group my tabs into tab groups when Firefox WAS NOT EVEN OPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. However, I have the main three-hour commentary on Maria and Western South Vale done, and I'll post it on Patreon (free) if you'd like to see it early. 

I just. Why. 

Reblogs of interest

All my condolences to Diane Duane, who needs help after her husband Peter Morwood's sudden death.

So. How 'bout that Pope.

("I believe the kids call it rawdogging.")

Salt Lake City and Boise adopt official pride flags to skirt Republican bans

Welcome to the DashCon of BookTok, the A Million Lives Book Festival.

I wasn't around to reblog very much from this year's Met Gala (theme: "Superfine: Tailoring Black Style" and Black dandyism), but IMO my beloved Janelle Monáe killed it.

@jstor announces its Tumblr community The JSTOR Collective

Advisory: SoundCloud Quietly Updated Their Terms to Let AI Feast on Artists' Music

Oh also Discord is going public with a Blizzard guy as CEO

PSA: Yeah, I need to be more conscientious about sourcing as well in the age of AI

The Onion dispels the common myths surrounding autism

These Fragrantica reviews of Kerosene's Followed match every single thing I have ever read about it on r/fragrance and I would not touch it with someone else's pole

"Yuri Gagarin, the hobbyist photographer, at home with his wife"

Lunar Princess Ranni is the only reason I have considered playing Elden Ring

"My edo period samurai roommate keeps telling me how i’ll bring shame and dishonor to our apartment if I keep forgetting to wash the dishes"

Cicada Man, a comic

Soup Patrol

"picture of a cute innocent baby animal 'um this is who youre being mean to btw' thats not even true man youre a straight up vampire and you destroyed my village with your dark powers"

"The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage"

Why a dude might hold a 90,000 lb plane on a leash

Blatant anti-moon propaganda

Video

"We got ROBBED," another installment in the fine genre At No Point In This Video Did I Know What Would Happen Next

2 Old 2 Guard finally has a trailer and a release date

Viola Davis talks about the bias of whiteness in theater training

"Wearing my mom's dress to prove her wrong"

Josh Johnson talks about the first time he met a white kid

"Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell"

"Time to FROLIC!"

The sacred texts

"happy 10 years of radical saturday everyone!!"

"Would sleeping with a centaur be considered bestiality?"

Personal tag of the week

"I will be adding to 'with mama' as often as possible": I kept my promise.

[brennacedria]

THURSDAY BANGERS

Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

Thanks to @woundedsoul12 for the tag! In return, I'm gently tagging @becausedragonage @pixiedurango @feralkwe @runawaydragons @ccrystalfox @serensama and anyone else interested 😘

This week's prompt:

No matter what happens, he cannot come between us again, I know we're better than friends- Million Dollar Baby by Tommy Richman 

Heya~~ I got my Thursday Banger done ON the actual Thursday the prompt was posted! Anyway... This one tried to run away from me, but I think I managed to catch it and get it to calm down a little. This is an angsty little follow-up to the AU where Ria Hawke and Sebastian get together. (AO3)

The sixth bell chimed, and Ria glanced first at the front door, then at the study. Sighing, she made her way across the main hall to the latter. “Anders, it's almost supper.” The mage didn't look up from the papers on the desk as she entered, and instead continued his scribbling. “And?”

“And Sebastian will be home from services soon. You know I don't mind your company, but if he ever finds out you technically live here, even just in the servants’ quarters, it's going to get ugly.” Anders snorted. “And Maker forbid a mage have a warm bed.” “That's not it and you know it.” “Then what is it?” Ria rubbed her temples, begging the oncoming headache to go easy on her. Anders was in one of his moods, though, so the odds were against her. “It’s not because you're a mage, or even an apostate. If he really cared about any of that, he'd have turned you in to the Circle years ago. He just doesn't like you personally.” “Because I believe in freedom for all mages.” “It’s not that either, because I'm just as involved in the cause as you are, Anders.” Anders finally dropped his quill. “Are you? Are you certain? Because I've definitely seen less of you since he moved in here.” “Are you serious?” she asked as he began to clean up the desk. “I am,” he replied. “It's been almost three months that he's kept you hidden away here, away from everyone. It's not healthy.” “I'm sorry,” Ria snapped back at him. “The next time my mother's murdered I'll remember to come out to play cards more often.” He paled. “Ria, I didn't mean–” She sighed, and began to help him sort the papers. “I know you didn't mean it like that,” she said softly. “But you have to remember that's why he was here the first two months. After that, I decided it was time to move on, and how and who I wanted to do that with.” “You could have chosen anyone, you know.” Glancing up, she realized how closely he was watching her, and how close his face was to hers. A few heartbeats passed. “You mean I could have chosen you.” “Would that be so bad?” Shaking her head, Ria turned back to the papers she was sorting. “Don't stack those ones, the ink is still wet,” she said absently. “You didn't answer my question.” “Maker's breath, Anders, we had this discussion already. Years ago, back when Bethany–” she paused. “After we lost Beth, you and I talked about this. We agreed that we'd missed our chance, and then I moved on. I'm sorry you couldn't.” “It's not too late–” “Anders, it is too late, because I'm happy. Sebastian makes me happy.” He took the pages she'd sorted and added them to his own stack. Then he fished a key out of his pocket and laid it on the desk. “I won't be needing this any longer.” She picked the key up and put it on top of the pages in his hands, only for him to put it back on the desk again. “I mean it.” “Where will you go without it, if the Templars come for the clinic?” “I don't need it.” “You do need it. You can't do anything for other mages if you're dead, and if the Templars find you without a place to run they will kill you.” “Please,” she begged, taking his hand and pressing the key into his palm, “keep it and use it.” Anders shook his head and sighed, and returned the key to his pocket. He reached for the last few papers but Ria swatted his hand away. “I told you, the ink’s still wet on those ones,” she said, straightening them out. “I'll sort them once they're dry, and have Orana put them in your room later.” He nodded, and looked for a moment like he was going to say something. He thought better of it when they heard Bodahn greet Sebastian, and left through the servants' passages without any further comment.

[gummydummy19]

A year in apartment 6B

Summary: You find an ad for your dream apartment and decide to give it a go. Apartment 6B is everything you've ever wanted: high ceilings, an open floorplan, and a 6ft4 grumpy army captain...

Warnings: (every chapter will have separate tags so please read those too!) fluff, angst, smut (holy trinity), grumpy Sy, roommates to lovers, slow burn, jealousy,...

A/N: Im so super duper excited about this!!!! I hope you guys enjoy it and please feel free to leave feedback anytime :) Some of these chapters might be regular fic length while others are gonna be just drabbles. If anyone has a request for this AU please let me know and I'll see what I can do :)) <3

apartment 6B floorplan

Month one (May): Moving into 6B

After finding your dream apartment in the paper, you decide to take the change and move in.

Month two (June): What dreams are made of

You have a very interesting dream about Syverson...

Month three (July): Letters to Juliet

You decide to write a letter to Syverson

Month four (August): Laundry day

You've been so caught up with work and stuff that you've gotten behind on your laundry....maybe you can borrow something from Sy's closet? just this once? What he doesn't know can't kill him, right?

Month five (September): Early bird

Sy comes home from his tour early.

Month six (October): Army nurse

Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.

Month seven (November): shower me with love

Sometimes, a cold shower is needed.

Month eight (December): Sticky fingers (coming soon)

Sy notices some of his hoodies have gone missing. What on earth could you be doing with all those hoodies?...

Month nine (January): Night owl (Sy's POV)(coming soon)

Sy went out for drinks with his friends and comes home late.

Month ten (February): Date night (coming soon)

Your neighbor Mason from the apartment above you asked you out on a date...

Month eleven (March): baby, please don't go (coming soon)

Tension gets high in apartment 6B

Month twelve (April): a year in apartment 6B (coming soon)

It's been a year since you moved in and a lot has changed...

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[arthelia]

🎯Benjamin Poindexter Rarepair Rec List🎯

The upside of being obsessed with a ship (in this case MattDex) that has only a relatively small amount of fanfiction is discovering & reading stories with even rarer pairings you may never have given a shot otherwise... and discovering some absolute gems along the way. Here are some of my favorites (please mind the tags/warnings/ratings!):

Dex/Buck Cashman: the bird and the hunter by mikaminato @kanashikute

"A pretty face is a useful face, Poindexter," he answers, smiling again. "Like yours? Like yours is useful, Cashman?" The rifle shifts and the barrel settles against his cheek, almost like a caress, cool metal on warm flesh. "You said it. Not me." He laughs softly at that, breath ghosting against the rifle as he leans just a fraction into the contact. It's a dangerous play, and one that pays off as Dex's hold eases up by a hair. "And there are a lot of other pretty things I can do with my face." (Or, Poindexter and Buck Cashman making out. And some mind games. That's it.)

(This one is so, so good, I've read it like 5 times so far!) 

Billy Russo/Dex: the nickname thing. by @monicfever

Billy starts calling Dex pet names — completely unserious ones. “sweetheart,” “soldier boy,” “Sniperella.” Dex HATES it. Doesn’t show it, but his eye twitches every time. Until one day Billy doesn’t say it, and Dex starts to spiral.

(Extra kudos for the (from my personal experience) very accurate portrayal of someone (especially with BPD) spiraling about the behavior of another person.)

James Wesley/Dex (all three are set in the same universe, I think):  guy.exe by symbidex @comedyaoi

Dex felt himself lose focus as he watched Wesley work the knife, his sleeves pushed up to his forearm. He never realized how strong Wesley was, how formidable he was. He knew he was big, taller than Dex, but he was so used to Wesley fading into the background for Fisk. He was probably often underestimated, his true power not yet realized until it was too late. Dex wondered how many times Wesley had been pushed to the side, ignored, until it was too late. “Have you ever killed before?” Dex asked, looking at Wesley’s hands gripping the knife. Dex finds a new North star.

The author has written more stories with the same pairing, so if you like this one, be sure to check out the others as well!

Frank Castle/Dex: Killshot (something like a death wish) by CuthalionB (multi-chapter) 

In the middle of a mission, an agent catches Frank's eye. Unusually skilled and unnecessarily lethal.

Foggy/Dex:  Band-aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes by rawrasaurus @millennialtrashjigglypuff (WIP, multi-chapter) 

Foggy Nelson has had a Pretty Crap year—getting shot, getting kidnapped, getting imprisoned by a vindictive art dealer turned crime lord with great taste in clothing. But if there’s one thing Foggy has always been good at, it’s getting out of tight spots. The dirty blonde sharpshooter he acquires along the way is just an added perk. AKA: How Foggy Nelson saves himself, saves Matt Murdock, and manages to get a disturbingly attractive murder-boyfriend in the process.

(I’d also like to use this opportunity to draw attention to a MattDex fic (also WIP) by the same author, because I absolutely adore this story. It’s a little bit more light-hearted than a lot of the other fics and I love the Daredevil/Bullseye vs. Matt/Dex dynamic so much here! If you haven’t read it already, definitely check it out: I'll be your number one (with a bullet) )

Not really a ship but a well-written and dark story about Dex's time in gen pop during DDBA featuring Dex and a male OC (not a reader-insert). Heads up: this is non-con! Matt makes an appearance at the end (separate scene, he isn’t involved in the non-con):  How to Hang a Witch by Anonymous

Dex is taken to the general population section of the prison per Fisk's orders. Things go as badly as they can. He receives a lifeline in the form of one Matt Murdock.

This story has MattDex but also features Frank/Dex and Matt/Dex/Frank. Dark & also features some non-con elements: Deep, dark waters by LillilX (WIP, multi-chapter)

There he lies, Bullseye, at the Devil’s mercy. He took Foggy from them, from a world that needed him, from him. He took several other lives in his deranged outbursts, he’s a psycho, he’s a wild animal. He’s broken beyond repair and Matt knows, that under God’s ever-watching eyes, he deserves to die… but even though it’s God’s will he intends to heed, it’s the devil’s appetites to which he complies. Or, the one where Matt decides to get retribution for Foggy's death, in the most twisted way.

Another Matt/Dex/Frank: Matthew 18:21-22 by Sam_Haine @hainethehero (I am not quite sure if it’s a oneshot or a WIP)

Matt forgives Dex as both him and Frank realize they've all been played by the Fisks.

Special mention:

This is technically MattDex and also not set in the MCU, but it also features Elektra Natchios/Matt Murdock/Dex, and it is so well-written I had to include it!: Devil In The Details-Verse by @carrion (completed Series) 

The year is 1982 and Elektra is not dead. Instead, she's working for Fisk alongside bullseye. Almost everyone's hunting for daredevil but only a handful of people are hunting for Matt Murdock and sometimes it just so happens that people's motivations intersect. They've both got their sights set on Murdock, but Elektra's the only one who can get through to him, even if that means dragging him down with her.

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Happy reading!

I tried to tag everyone, sorry if I missed someone!

[athanza]

Safe and Sound (part 2/2)

Pro hero Ktsuki Bakugou x fem! Pro hero OC

Plot: After being too scared to tell Saiyu how he feels about her, he sees her losing a solo fight against a villain and rushes desperately to get to her before it's too late.

Tags: Hurt/comfort, sfw, romance, time skip/age up, confession, protectiveness, hair-washing, fluff, no use of y/n, happy ending.

Warnings: Mention of having anxiety, minor flashbacks to the fight from part one, but this part is mostly fluff and comfort ♡

Disclaimer: This is kind of a placeholder oc, not a self-insert. You can put whoever you like in place of her, I just don't like y/n fics 😅 I hope you enjoy ♡

Song inspo ♡

Part 1

It wasn't long before Saiyu had a visit from the doctor. She wasn't feeling so weak anymore thanks to Bakugou making her eat but she still ached all over.

"Good news!" The doctor smiled. "You've recovered better than expected so I've decided to discharge you today."

"Oh thank god" she thought. She was hoping she'd be able to leave the hospital soon, not just because she hated it there but also for Bakugou's sake, he'd been sleeping in that awful chair for days and she felt so bad about it.

"But you will need some kind of supervision for the next day or two to make sure you stay home and on top of your medications." The doctor added. "I recommend taking another week or so off work, at least until the bruising subsides. Then try to take it easy for another few days, at least."

"She'll be staying with me." Said Bakugou, without hesitation.

She looked up, surprised. "Are you serious? You can't take any more time off work, it's already been three days."

"Know anyone else who can cook as good as me?" He gloated. "Tssh, I didn't think so."

"I-" She was going to protest again but she stopped, knowing it was no good. No one was more stubborn than Katsuki Bakugou.

"Then that settles it! I've already sorted your discharge papers. You're free to go." The doctor smiled and left as promptly as he arrived.

"Why is he doing this?" She thought. "He's never been this serious about taking care of anyone before. I mean, I guess I did almost die, and he is one of my best friends."

"Alright dumbass," he said. "You're gonna get better so damn fast you'll forget all about that fight."

When they arrived at Bakugou's apartment she smiled at him panicking at the small amount of mess that was strewn across the living room.

"S-sorry about the mess." He said, his face a little red. "I've been so busy I haven't had time to clean anything up."

It was then that she noticed the full jug of coffee, the news channel still on the TV, and the open window. She put the pieces together and felt a swell in her chest.

"He must have left so quickly when he saw my fight on the news." She thought. "Katsuki..."

"It's not even that bad, don't worry about it." She chuckled. "You know I don't care."

"Yeah but you're here to get better, not be surrounded by mess. Oh by the way, you can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Absolutely not!" She protested. He looked surprised at her tone. "You've been sleeping in a shitty chair for 3 days! I'm not kicking you out of your own bed!"

"Who's the one who's injured huh!?" He argued back.

"Bite me, sparkler!"

There was a short pause there for a moment before Bakugou burst out laughing.

"S-sparkler?" He said, wiping a tear from his eye from the laughter.

She was surprised that he didn't argue back and get pissed like he usually did when people called him names. She couldn't even remember the last time she made him laugh like that.

"It just came to me." She chuckled.

"Don't let Eijiro hear that one, he'll never stop calling me that."

"What if I texted him right now?"

"You wouldn't dare." He grinned, almost daring her to.

"Wouldn't I?"

He chuckled "Nah, knowing you, you'll wait for the right moment and take him out with it. You know he'd keel over laughing. If you do I'll kill you though."

Something was different about how he was talking to her. His playful insults were the same, but the tone was completely different. He wasn't as brusque as usual, and it puzzled her. Was he really that effected by the events of the other day?

The laughter settled by now and he quickly finished tidying up the lounge area so she could sit down.

"Izuku dropped off some groceries while we were in the hospital, I hope you still like miso."

She sat down on the couch and hugged one of the pillows, watching him start preparing dinner while a feeling of such warm affection filled her chest that she couldn't help smiling.

She knew she had feelings for him for years, but she ignored it. At first, it was because they were in third year and were so swamped with assignments and training that there was just no room for any of that, so she basically just shut those feelings out. The problem was that those feelings stayed locked away ever since, being happy just to be his friend, to have his back in fights and be there for him when he needed a friend. But everything was different now. Now she couldn't hold them back.

"Hey, you like shitakke mushrooms don't y-" Bakugou turned around to see her adoring expression and froze.

"Crap!" She thought.

She immediately snapped out of it and turned away, hoping he didn't clock it. But he did.

"C-can I use your shower?" She asked, getting up and changing the subject to try and move on. "I haven't had one since I was admitted at the hospital."

"Uh, y-yeah."

"Thanks."

She left the room quickly. Face bright red and trying to hide it.

She grabbed a clean towel from the closet in the hallway and locked herself in the bathroom. She'd used his shower a few times before when she'd had jobs on the same side of town and it was closer than her own place. Bakugou even gave her a spare key in case he wasn't there, but it felt kind of weird now that these feelings had been dragged to the surface again. She hadn't felt this way since second year of UA.

"Pull yourself together, oh my god." She blushed.

She hung up the towel and placed the bath mat in front of the shower as she turned on the water. But when she spotted her new scars in the mirror above the sink, she stopped. Her mind flooded with flashbacks of the fight and her heart started racing.

"It's ok." She said quietly to herself as she took deep breaths and held her hand over her chest. "It's over. You're fine."

She was no stranger to anxiety. Luckily, she never had panic attacks anymore, but some fights took a lot out of her, and she still had bad days. She kept up the deep breaths as she undressed and got in the shower. The warm water on her back calmed her almost instantly, it always did, she didn't know why.

She began to wash herself, scrubbing off the dirt and the sticky bits left over from being hooked up to machines at the hospital, but when she reached up to get the shampoo there was a sharp pain in her leg and she collaped. She yelped in pain and that paired with the thud from her good knee hitting the floor of the shower alerted Bakugou who was still cooking. He rushed to the door.

"Are you ok!?" He asked.

She sat there for a moment, adjusting herself so she wasn't on her knee. "I-I'm fine." She said.

But when she tried to get back up her leg just hurt even more and refused to work. The doctor told her this might happen for the first few days after treatment but she felt fine until now.

"Are you sure?"

She sat there, feeling helpless and defeated, and she just started crying. "No." She whimpered, feeling even worse about herself now that she was in such an embarrassing situation, but she couldn't stand on her own.

Bakugou paused. She needed help but, should he go in there? Should he call Ochaco or one of the other girls to come help? He didn't know what to do.

"G-give me a minute." She said, crawling forward as best as she could and grabbing the towel from the outside handle of the shower door. The towel was big enough to cover everything just fine but she was still embarrassed.

"Bakugou?" She said, her voice shaky and slightly muffled from behind the bathroom door as Bakugou stood there, still frozen. "I need help."

Hearing the quiver in her voice set him into action mode, he set off a tiny explosion in the lock and opened the door to see her sitting on the floor of the shower, covered in a wet towel, her scars somehow looking worse.

He felt so bad for her, she looked utterly defeated and his heart hurt seeing her like that.

He walked over and turned the water off and held out his hand. "Do you think you can stand on your own on your good leg?" He said softly.

She nodded.

"Let's get you up. I'll get you a bigger towel."

He helped her to her feet and quickly fetched another towel from the closet. He handed it to her and turned around so she could replace the dripping wet one. Once she was covered up, he helped her sit down on the edge of the bathtub and took out the shampoo and conditioner.

"What are you doing?" She sniffed, still feeling utterly embarrassed.

"Let's get your hair washed at least." He said, fetching a small plastic bowl from under the sink for water. "Is your leg ok?"

She nodded and watched him get everything together and how he wasn't looking at her with anything other than care and respect. There wasn't even the slightest glance at her chest or anything. He just wanted to take care of her and it made her tear up.

Her hair was already wet so he put some shampoo in it and started massaging it through as she just stared at the floor, glad that the water was disguising her tears. She never felt like this before. She felt so cared for, she didn't even really know how to react. She'd never been more greatful to have him in her life than she had in the last three days.

He filled the bowl with warm water and got her to lean over the bath a bit so he could rinse the shampoo out. She covered her eyes until it was over and he dried her hair a little before he put in the conditioner.

She just sat there and let him finish washing her hair, wishing the last few days had gone differently, wishing that villain didn't show up, wishing she didn't get injured so badly, wishing...

She closed her eyes again and just focused on his fingers in her hair, the care he was showing her. It warmed her heart and began to silence those negative feelings and thoughts to just muffled gibberish, although that didn't quite get rid of them completely.

He rinsed her hair again and put a towel over her head, drying her hair gently.

"Now, let me have a look at your leg."

He examined it carefully, never once looking anywhere other than where he needed to, before determining that it was ok and the collapse was just a side effect from the treatment, as the doctor said would happen.

"Thank you." She said quietly. The quiver in her voice giving her away again.

"Hey, don't worry about it." His voice was warm and gentle in a way she had never heard before. "I've been where you are, I know how helpless it makes you feel. The best thing you can do is let people take care of you, and I know that's hard for people like us who hate needing help, but sometimes you just gotta let yourself lean on someone."

Her eyes stayed on the floor, but she leaned forward and leant her head on his shoulder.

"I'll try." She said.

He smiled. "That's all I ask."

Once he knew she was ok, he left the bathroom to continue cooking dinner and she cleaned the rest of herself with a face towel while staying on the edge of the bathtub. Once she was dry, she managed to change into come clean clothes Bakugou had fetched her and he helped her out of the bathroom to the small dining table where dinner was ready and waiting. Her stomach grumbled when she saw it. A good soup was just what she needed, and he made the best ones, especially miso soup with mushrooms and soba noodles.

"Wow!" She said, looking at not only the big steaming bowl of soup but also all the yummy sides he'd put together as well.

"And you said you weren't hungry earlier." He teased smugly.

"That was hours ago and it wasn't your famous miso soup."

Her eyes sparkled as she eagerly eyed the food and he smiled to himself.

"Well hurry up and eat it before it gets cold...dumbass."

He hesitated the last bit and felt a little bad for saying it after how upset she was earlier. Little did he know she actually found it strangely comforting, which, in all honesty, would be concerning if he was literally anyone else, but he called everyone dumbass, and this time it was much more affectionate than before.

The food wasn't on the table for long before it was all gone. Both were so hungry and exhausted, a good meal was all they needed after the events of the last few days.

Bakugou, of course, refused any and all attempts at helping with the dishes, and she eventually gave up and sank into the couch. She switched on the TV and clicked through the channels until she came across a re-run of her fight with that villain, and Bakugou's heroic rescue.

"Hey," he said. "Turn that crap off, you don't need that right now."

"I need to see it." She said. "I need to see if I missed something."

He stopped what he was doing and dried his hands, walking over and unplugging the TV before kneeling in front of her.

"You didn't miss anything Saiyu." He said, so earnestly it snapped her out of the spiral she had begun to slide back into. "You did everything right. You assessed the situation, you had the area evacuated, you figured out his quirk, you realised your quirks were a bad match, and you held him off until I got there, which was all you could do, you know that."

"Was it?" She asked, teary eyed again.

He pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. "I promise it was. You're an amazing hero Saiyu. You're smart and you're strong. I've always admired you, ever since our fight during our final exams. And I-" he paused, feeling that pain in his chest as he tried not to cry. "I hate seeing you like this. I think you're amazing, I always have. You should be so proud of yourself Saiyu, for everything."

Tears broke free from both their eyes and she hugged him back, clinging to him as if he'd disappear if she let go.

"Katsuki." She cried softly. "I couldn't have achieved half the things I have without you. You've helped me through every tough time I've ever had, and I appreciate that so much, but you were right about what you said before, I don't like needing help, from anyone. But..." She swallowed back the lump in her throat. "But there's nowhere I'd rather be right now. Nowhere. You mean so much to me."

The city lights washed them in a soft glow and Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut as he held her. He didn't want to let go any more than she did.

"You mean more to me than you could ever imagine. And I'll always be there for you. Even if I'm dying I'll come to you, no matter where you are." He pulled away and placed a hand on her cheek. "I promise."

"Katsuki..."

He leaned in a little, and she filled the rest of the space between them, pressing her warm lips to his and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you." She said when they pulled away.

Another tear fell from his eye. "I love you too."

They fell asleep in each other's arms and went on to become the best hero team in Japan, always having each other's backs, no matter what.

THE END

Thank you so much for reading! I absolutely loved writing this one and I hope it helps anyone out there who's feeling helpless, sad, or uncared for. You all deserve as much love and care as Bakugou showed Saiyu and I'm sending you all lots of love ♡

If you enjoyed this, please like and share and if it made you feel even a little bit better, leave a comment below, I'd love to hear it ♡

Love you all! ♡