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tavern-aa · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could I request smut prompt 83 with shikamaru x male reader please? Thank you!!

A/N: Leviathan here!! Let’s get this bread, yee yee brotherrrs. Ignore that, I’m sorry, I’m delirious rn. I uh, I didn’t really, ya know what, just read it and read the note at the bottom...ahaha

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, language, BDSM

Word Count: 1022

x Male Reader

Shikamaru Nara

Smut Prompt 83: “You can’t tease me like that and not expect to be punished”

“Shika...”

“Shika..!”

“Shika wake up!”

Thump...Crash BANG

Y/N let a small giggle escape his lips as he watched his boyfriend lift his head from the carpeted floor, his eyes closed to slits as he glared at the shorter male.

“Y/N...Do I need to remind you what happened last time you woke me up?”

Those words sent a shiver up the smaller males spine and a crimson blush to his cheeks.

“Sh-shut up, Shika...”

The smaller male pouted softly and crossed his arms before he nudged the taller boy with his foot. Shikamaru sighed and grabbed the foot pulling it down harshly so that his boyfriend now sat on top of his waist.

“Oof...I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he grunted as his boyfriend seated himself on him.

“That was your fault, Shika,” Y/N giggled softly and placed his hands on his chest.

“Yeah, yeah. Troublesome boyfriend, waking me up...why’d you wake me up anyways?”

At this time, a dark flush crossed Y/N’s face before he shifted uncomfortably. He then retracted his hands back up to his own chest.

“W-well...about that...”

“What, Y/N?”

“Well I-...um,” Y/N sighed while fidgeting on his boyfriends lap, not noticing the taller boy sitting up until he fell back onto Shikamaru’s legs.

“Y/N, what’s up? Is something the matter?”

“Nothing is wrong really, Shika. It’s just...I missed you honestly, you’ve been so busy lately and all you do when you’re home is sleep which I get, you need to sleep, but I just felt...needy?” The smaller male rambled, wringing his hands in front of him before placing his head in the crook of Shikamaru’s neck.

“Needy, huh?” He muttered into Y/N’s ear, his breath washing across his skin causing chill bumps to arise and a shiver to run through the smaller man’s body.

“Sh-shut up, Shika,” the smaller whined, pulling his face away from his boyfriend, “ I haven’t seen you for a week and the first thing you do is sleep! I get it but I missed you!”

“Awww, I’m sorry baby, do you want me to spend time with you?” Shikamaru cooed mockingly at his boyfriend, a smirk finding its way to his face.

“You’re such a bully!” Y/N cried out before getting up from the shadow user’s lap.

“What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted my attention?”

“Not if you’re gonna bully me about it...”

Shikamaru chuckled as he got up off the floor, wiping away the imaginary dust from his pants.

“Oh come on now, Y/N. I’m only playing, come here baby,” He held out his arms for the smaller man to walk into only to be denied as he instead walked away.

“Hmph, you’ll have to earn back my cuddles! You’ve hurt my feelings, boo hoo!”

Shikamaru snorted before stalking over to the smaller male, “Earn it, huh? And how do you suppose I do that?”

“Well...”Y/N turned to face his boyfriend and gently placed a hand on his chest,” Let’s see, what can you do to earn back my cuddles, hmm? I wonder...”

“Y/N...Don’t tease me, you know I will eat you up right here and now.”

“Eat me? Shikamaru I am not a food,” Y/N pouted, pushing himself up against the taller male’s body, not so subtlety grinding his hips into the others.

“Y/N, I’m warning you...”

“That sounded like a threat, Shika...What are you gonna do, hmmm?”

“You can’t tease me like this and not expect to be punished, Y/N.”

“Then punish me, Shika.”

In seconds, Y/N’s body was immobile, his hands and feet felt as if they were bound by ropes though there were no bindings in sight. His heart raced in anticipation as Shikamaru let his hand slowly slide up the smaller male’s body, pausing over his right nipple, gently tweaking it between his fingertips.

“A-ah, Shika, wait, I want-I want to touch you too...”

“Bad boys don’t get to touch,” He grunted before having his shadows move the smaller body to his bed. He then ripped his boyfriend’s shirt over his head, letting his eyes graze over every dip and curve, ever scar and blotch, every freckle and imperfection on his skin that just seemed so perfect to him.

“You’re such a pretty boy for me aren’t you? Don’t forget that you asked for this.”

Y/N felt the shadows moving around his body keeping him restrained but also giving Shikamaru more access to his body. A shiver worked its way up his spine as he felt Shikamaru’s hand once more trail up his torso, this time sliding up to his neck where it rested before it slowly began applying pressure.

Y/N’s lips parted in a breathless moan as the taller’s lips pressed against his nipple, taking it in his mouth and lightly sucking on the flesh. His finger’s then trailed down his boyfriend’s body, lifting the waist band of his trousers before quickly removing them and throwing them wherever the shirt had previously landed.

“Shika, please...let me touch you too.”

“Nope,” he popped the “p” with a devious grin before he placed his open hand over the obviously hard bulge in his boyfriends boxers, “but I will make you regret teasing me so much baby boy.”

A gasp escaped the smaller male’s mouth as he felt Shikamaru’s hand slowly begin to stroke his member through the fabric of his boxers. Whining, he started to struggle against the hold that Shikamaru’s shadows had on him causing them to only get stronger. The grip on Y/N’s throat only became tighter causing him to buck his hips up into his boyfriend’s grasp.

“Good boy,” he heard as he then felt the cool air fully touch his body, his boxers disappearing with the rest of his clothes, “you’re body is so cute...you’re already dripping with precum and I’ve barely even touched you. So dirty.”

“Stop teasing so much, you bully!” you cried out, a small tear streaming down your cheek. Seeing the tear caused something within Shikamaru to snap as he surged up to his feet, picking you up and tossing you onto the bed in one fluid motion.

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me baby boy.”

(A/N: And I’ll leave it there because I’m sleepy and this needs to go out. Y’all can request a second part to this of me actually finishing this, I do appologize for like leaving it off here though Lolol...)

Pt.2

#x male reader #x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gn! reader #leviathan and teddy #naruto x gn reader #naruto x gn!reader #naruto x gn! reader #naruto x m!reader #naruto x male reader #shikamaru #shikamaru x male reader #shikamaru x reader

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ilovelollipopx · 5 years ago

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hmmm would u like to do a sett x fem reader smut oneshot? ;) i rly love ur writings!! ^-^

{An:At first, I was hesitant to do it because my smut writing isn’t very good as you can tell from the Yasuo smut but I tried my hand at it again, hope you enjoy it!}

Summary: Just as you had given up waiting for your tall human vastayan to come home he shows up late, but don't worry he’ll make up for it~

Warnings: Smut really

Words: 2178

Sett had those days where his stay was prolonged at the pits till nightfall and others where it ended fairly shortly. You didn’t really care too often about how much time he spent there, it was something he enjoyed and proudly started from the ground up in Ionia of all places. That was nothing short of a feat. On rare occasions, you would accompany him there and watch the fights with him. Today wasn’t one of those days though as you didn’t feel like visiting.

So here, waiting idly in the kitchen, one of those days where fights were short was the Boss’s significant other, you. Steam rose from the platters set out on the table you resided at, the aroma was anything than pleasant. The burnt smell was not hard to smell but about 83 percent of the dessert was at least edible. Opting out for takeout was a much more desired option, the two of you could try out that new ramen place that had opened close to where your house was located.

But thinking of a nice bowl of ramen combined with the summer heat that glazed over the lands of Ionia was not what you needed. It was too late though, you began to grow impatient and the need for sett to arrive faster was irritating. The more you thought about him apparently the hotter it became. Opening windows only seemed to cool you down slightly and as clouds would pass and the sun would lower just a tiny inch ever minute the longer that desire would arise.

The apparent expression of brows being furrowed gave away that you were more than just frustrated, by this time hours had passed by, only a few if anyone was officially counting. A mild sour feeling was there for a short notice, the sinking feeling of dread and disappointment. Worrying about Sett’s safety wasn’t even a thought that passed by, the tall half-human vastayan pummeled a guy into a stand just because he was getting too touchy with you.

Letting out a huff as cool breeze flooded pass your shoulders the sound of wooden legs that belonged to the chair that had just been pushed in resounded creeks. Followed by the windows being slammed closed with a quick flick of the lock. Despite if he showed up soon or not it was already afternoon, and it would be a far longer walk if the sky was to darken soon. Opening the door as soon as you were prepared to leave was quick, although you would’ve continued if the first thing that was to collide with your form wasn't a very smooth chest.

Grunting and stumbling back into your house with a firm grip still on the door. The pain that had run through your head and nose had subsided rather quickly just as it arrived. One look at who had stood before you was all it took for a sour frown to edge its way in.

“Well Hello there beautiful” he smiled as his frame towered into the doorway, one of his arms behind his back.

Confused your head leaned back to get a good look at him and you scoffed,

“Don’t hey Beautiful me where have you been?” your arms crossed looking up for a proper answer.

Although the one answer you didn’t expect was a gift as the arm hidden behind his back moved in front of your face revealed an assortment of your favorite Ionian flowers, a large bundle at that. Your cheeks had warmed at the sight as you became flushed and your brain short-circuited for a minute.

“I had to make sure the flowers I was getting l were not some cheap knock-offs”

With those words said the thundering emotions that had harbored up while waiting for him to arrive had drizzled away.

“I.. uhm thank you” answering as you took the flowers presented and taking a moment in time to sniff them quickly relishing in the floral fragrances for a second before turning around to find somewhere to place them. Hopefully, a bucket of water would do as you weren’t the type of female to just keep vases around the house just for moments like these. The door had closed and shortly after putting the bucket of flowers on the table in your kitchen the feeling of warm muscled arms snuck around your waist pulling your body closer to his taller frame. He leaned his head down and tucked it in your neck intaking your scent, and you sat there taking in the familiar smell of his natural musk as well as the smell one would have after a nice soaking bath.

Suddenly Sett had lifted you up and spun around chuckling, your giggling mixing with his filling the empty house. Eventually, the two of you calmed and you turned around to face him before tugging him down by the fur on his coat for a kiss. Not resisting one bit as his body leaned forward to deepen the kiss. His rough lips against your soft ones pressed against each other longingly. The two of you regained your composure as you leaned away from each other.

“Why’d you make me wait so long, do you even know how much I missed you?” your voice spoke just above a whisper.

Sett smirked a shimmer of mischief flashing his eyes for a moment, in a swift motion he lifted you up by your thighs and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as to not fall. Although with his hands moving closer ass you doubt you would fall anytime soon.

“Well then if you missed so much how about I make it up to my favorite gal” his husky voice filled your ears, that was all it took for you to melt in his touch.

“Oh that sounds like a good way to make it up to me” you purred

In such a short time, the two of you had already made it to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed with you in his lap in a needy way he jerked your hips closer to him as he enveloped your lips in a kiss. Hands sliding across thighs slipping under your dress gripping firmly on your butt making your skin prickle. Just with a touch, he had you heated. As time progressed you had become bolder in touching him knowing a few spots to get him riled up. Splaying your hands across his chest you began to caress upwards until your fingers had been entangled in his soft fiery locks of hair. Tenderly you began to slowly tease his ears knowing damn well they were sensitive. Pulling apart from kissing you both leaned apart letting your foreheads press together gazing into the eyes of each other.

“You know your the only one-.. who makes me so needy like this?” he murmured struggling to keep his composure

In response to that, you smiled a small giggle escaping those tantalizing lips of yours,

“I better be the only one who can make you melt under my touch”

He hummed in response as his hands moved to the back of your Ionian gown unraveling it and relishing in the outlines of your body, taking his time feeling up against such plush skin. As Sett slipped the gown off your shoulder the breeze passing in from the window against your now bare skin had you shudder. Your hands weren’t idle either as they had begun to push off his fur jacket, he paused in his actions helping you get it off faster. Now that both of your tops had been removed Sett had taken in time to just bask in the beauty that was sitting in front of him. His gaze didn’t make you shy or second think about your figure, he made sure to always make you feel comfortable during times like this. Even as he wasn’t working you enjoyed the thought of the boss having all his attention on you. Each of you mapping out each other’s bodies so that the next time celestials forbid he is gone for much longer once more that you’d remember the embrace you two were in.

Slowly he leaned you backward a steady hand making sure you didn’t fall so he could expose your chest much more to him. Arms wrapped around his neck you became intoxicated in his touch wanting much more of it. Becoming all hot and shaky once his lips latched on to your breast sucking and lapping it with his tongue as his free hand roughly massaged the other. In an instant, you threw your head further back wanting to just push him away to stop, but knowing all too well that you wanted more of that warm fiery feeling that tingled your senses.

You whined and whimpered under him getting quite impatient as he switched his attention on your breasts. The growing feeling of the bulge growing in his pants was getting more and more harder to ignore as you had been writhing under his touch rolling against his hips in a sloppy attempt to please yourself. His grip tightened and he pinched your breast breaking his lips away grinning at the sight of you, hands moving to rest on your hips as you lulled your head forward into the crook of his neck letting out a sweet gasp. A sudden rush of adrenaline had hit in a burst as you had become extremely bold.

Pushing him down on the bed you adjusted yourself so you were straddling his hips now.

“Well look at this the boss being bossed around by his lady hard to believe” he purred fully allowing you to top him

Smirking you teased as you slipped off on to the side as you patted his chest, “Well The Boss’s lady says take off your shoes and pants”

He took no time in complying with sitting up and removing his signature pants and kicking off his shoes. By the time he laid back down with his arms under his head waiting your panties had already been thrown to the floor. Hopping back on his waist you purposely sat dangerously close to the bulge in his underwear fighting to be released. Leaning down you closed in for a kiss moaning as you began to buck your hips against his. As soon as you did this his arms quickly moved from underneath his head and slithered to settle on your waist.

You continued to dry hump against him your fingers sprawled out on to his chest occasionally digging into his skin as the fire was pooling in your abdomen. The room filled with grunts and pants as you continued to grind on him his grip becoming more intense the more time passed.

“Dammit..” you cried out as Sett had jerked your body forward in a sloppy attempt rock in sync with you.

With no underwear on you could feel how wet his boxers were now because of your juices allowing you to feel more of his dick twitch against your entrance as you slipped up and down against it. Your movements soon became much more desperate and sloppy as you quickened your pace in random moments. Simply drowning in pleasure in order to edge yourself closer to release you steadied yourself with one hand as the other begin to pinch and twist your already hardened nipples sending sparks throughout your body.

“Fucking hell Sett” you cried out as just a couple more thrusts and you’d become putty.

That was all it took, in a matter of seconds you clenched on to him as your body pulsated as you tensed and jolted still had relished in the intense pleasure. You simply panted as the warmth that had been pooled was released, lowering your upper body down on his chest as he continued to grind against you.

Sett however was near as well as your orgasm had edged him on more his grunts increasing and the grip on your body had tightened which was sure to form a bruise with his strength. Repeatedly each time his hips grinded against yours until he arched his back holding your body as close to his as he relished in his climax. You felt his release through his boxers as his grip loosened, there you lay on his chest as you both regained composure. The feeling of him cumming against your entrance was hot, but what had turned you on again was the thought of him doing it inside of you.

He knew it as well, that it had turned you own as you slightly rubbed against him. Taking it as the ok he switched positions hovering over you taking a short moment to take his soaked boxers off and throwing them to the ground as his dick sprung out still in the mood for more. The sight of you naked and needy was enough to replenish the stamina he had barely lost.

Pulling you by your hips he formed a smug look on his face as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Well look whos ready for round two, let’s see if you can keep up with the boss”

#league of legends #sett lol #sett the boss #league of legends sett #sett x reader #sett #league of legends headcanons #league of legends imagines #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanon

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duhragonball · 4 years ago

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Battle Tendency Liveblog: JJBA Ch. 83-87

Last time, the Red Stone of Aja got mailed out to the bad guys, so Joseph and Caesar have gone to shake down the Venice Post Office. Notably, Joseph wears a hat and coat similar to the one he’s rocking in Part 3.

Turns out, the package is already on its way to St. Moritz, Switzerland. Messina knows this because... okay, try to follow this. So Esidisi hijacked Suzie Q’s body to mail the Stone. So she probably wasn’t even aware of what she was being forced to do, but Lisa Lisa used Ripple Hypnosis on her to retrieve the address. You’d think she would have told the boys about this ability before they ran over to the post office, but maybe they left before she could say anything.

Meanwhile, this dog’s about to get run over, but this is Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, so what else is new. Araki’s hatred for comic book dogs is the stuff of legend.

OR IS IT? Yeah, take a good long look, because this is the only time Araki saves a dog in JJBA. Apparently, Kars is a sucker for innocent plants and animals, go figure.

I don’t know what else to tell you, except Battle Tendency = Best JoJo Part.

As for Joseph, he and the others go to Switzerland, only to get held up by Nazis at the border. Turns out, their mysterious commander knows all about the Red Stone of Aja, the Pillar Men, and Joseph and Caesar’s Ripple training. That guy who tried to rob Lisa Lisa a while back? He was a Nazi spy the whole time. So now they have the Stone, and they want to cooperate with Joseph’s group. Lisa goes along with it, because it’s better than letting Kars find the stone.

For some reason, Araki pauses to discuss Nazi Germany a bit, except he has all these historical events from March and September of 1939. I’m not entirely clear on the chronology of Part 2, except that the final battle with Kars takes place in February of 1939, so none of these things have happened yet.

But the point still stands. �� Hitler wants Nazi Germany to rise above mankind, just as Kars seeks his own kind of supremacy. And like Kars, the Nazis are interested in the Red Stone of Aja as a possible path to greater power.

Everybody spends the night at some Swiss inn, until Kars shows up and uses his hyper-senses to detect how many men are in their room. Then he slashes through the wall with that blade he sprouts out of his forearm, killing them all with one attack.

Except for their commander, who has the Stone. Kars is confused, because he sensed the number and location of everyone in the room, but somehow he missed this last guy, because he’s got no body heat.

And Joseph barges in just in time to find out that this dude is Stroheim, the Nazi officer who blew himself up to stop Santana. Somehow he’s alive, and also a cyborg, which is why Kars couldn’t detect him.

Kars only wants two things: To capture the Aja Stone, and to kill Joseph Joestar. He says that he can’t afford to spare a Ripple User powerful enough to slay Esidisi, but Joseph wonders if Kars is motivated by a desire to avenge his comrade, rather than any sort of cold tactics. Wammu had called dibs on fighting Jojo, but he’s in Greece at the moment, and Kars is in no mood to wait.

But Stroheim insists on tackling Kars himself, as his cyborg body was specifically designed using the information gleaned from studying Santana. He’s strong enough to rip out pieces of Kars’ flesh, and he’s armed with a big-ass machine gun. He tells Joseph not to pity him, because he’s proud to become this living tribute to German technology.

What I want to know is: How did Stroheim survive Mexico without Joseph knowing about it? He was there when that grenade went off, after all. Maybe Stroheim landed some distance away, where Joseph wouldn’t have thought to look for him. But how did Stroheim’s men find him?

Anyway, Kars is not impressed, and he cuts Stroheim in half with his “light mode”, which is just the blades in his arms. They seem to glow, but it’s actually just reflected light from the complex patterns in the blades. From the sidelines, Joseph is unnerved by Kars’ ability, because he doubts that he could block or avoid those blades, even with the full power of his Hamon energy.

As for Stroheim, he had no idea that Kars could do anything like this. I don’t know, are arm-blades really that big a deal? Wammu’s powers seem a lot cooler, and Esidisi’s “flame mode” looks pretty scary, even if it only melts stuff. Still, it’s enough to beat Stroheim. Kars mocks him for thinking that he and Santana were on the same level. Kars considered Santanta a “novice”, like a “weak puppy.” That’s an interesting choice of words, since we just saw Kars save the life of a weak puppy earilier. Maybe that same pity was the only reason Kars kept Santana around in the first place. As dangerous as Santana was, Kars considers him utterly useless.

He even refers to Santana as “it.” Maybe that’s just a mistake in this scanlation, but I dunno. He’d probably use “it” to refer to that puppy he saved too. And maybe this contempt explains why Kars refers to him as “Santana”, the name Stroheim gave the guy. I always wondered why Kars didn’t use Santana’s real name, but maybe Santana never had one.

But Stroheim’s not done just yet. He has a UV beam built into his eyepiece, which stuns Kars long enough to make him drop the stone, and then it slides over a cliff.

Joseph and Kars race after it, but Kars is faster, because he doesn’t have to worry about slowing down before he goes over the edge. He can survive the fall, while Joseph can’t. So Kars figures that Joseph will try to kick him, and Joseph does throw a kick... at the snow, to distract Kars long enough for Joseph to get the Stone back.

But Kars has blades in his legs too, and he uses one to snag Joseph and pull him over the edge of the cliff. Joseph manages to use Hamon to grab hold of some icicles to stop his fall, but he still has to deal with Kars’ unstoppable blades, and his relentlessness. Joseph’s whole deal is that he outsmarts his opponents by exploiting their inattentiveness. But Kars is laser focused on getting the Aja Stone, so it’s almost impossible to catch him off-guard.

So Joseph uses that tenacity against him by holding up the Stone in the path of Kars’ attacks. Kars wants to kill Joseph, but he doesn’t dare use his blades near the Stone. Remember, Kars’ plan requires that specific Aja Stone because it’s the only one big enough and flawless enough to power his “Ultimate Life Form” mask. If he damages the Stone, it won’t be suitable for his needs. Knowing this, Joseph kicks him down the rest of the way, while he heads back up a “rope” made of Ripple-connected icicles.

Said icicles were provided by Caesar, who expected Joseph to try something like this, because he’s already learned that Joseph thinks in terms of ropes and strings. Stroheim is astonished by their flawless teamwork.

Below, Kars goes out of his way to adjust his fall so as not to crush a flower. He laughs at this latest setback, because he’s just that impressed with Joseph’s resourcefulness. Then he withdraws to try again another day.

This whole arc surprised me when I watched the anime, because it seemed like Kars would be the final boss of Battle Tendency, but here he was fighting Joseph early. And it wasn’t exactly an all-out fight. They had a little footrace and Joseph used the Aja Stone to keep Kars at bay, but not much more than that. Considering all the crazy stuff we saw from Esidisi, you’d think Kars would be much more dangerous.

But that’s just it. Esidisi was extremely formidable, and Joseph destroyed him with his Hamon training. Kars lost 33% of his team in a single stroke. All he has left is Wammu, who’s in Greece at the moment. He simply can’t afford to take on Joseph in this situation, so he doesn’t try anything too crazy. Both of them know his blades are powerful enough to get the job done, so he used them, but when they stopped being effective, he ran out of cards to play, so he left. It’s not that Kars is weak, it’s just that Joseph’s gotten so much stronger. So this fight feels like a much milder affair than the battles with the other Pillar Men so far, even though Kars is supposed to be the best one.

And this is something else I really love about Part 2. There’s only five villains to deal with: Straizo, Santana, Eisidisi, Wammu, and Kars. That’s it, so it makes things pretty easy to keep up with, and it leaves room for Wammu and Kars to fight multiple times.

Compare this with Part 3, where the Stardust Crusaders have to fight through a gauntlet of evil Stand Users as they make their way to Egypt. I think I counted 26 bad guys in Part 3? Somewhere in that neighborhood. And I love Part 3, don’t get me wrong, but if Dio only had ten henchmen instead of two dozen, would it really hurt the story?

This was something that really bugged me about Parts 4 and 5. Would La Squadra Esecuzioni’s role in Vento Aureo be any different if they only had five guys instead of seven? And what was the deal with that dude who lived in the transmission tower? Most of the “villains” in Part 4 were just randos who just fought with the good guys for no particular reason.

With Part 2, you don’t have any of that. Five villains, and three of them only get to fight once. That means every fight has to count, and every fight has to move the story along. Kars isn’t going to just show up to be sociable. He saw an opening to achieve his goal, and he went for it, only to discover his enemies were better prepared than he expected. Now, he’ll have to wait for Wammu...

#jojo's bizarre adventure #battle tendency #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #kars #rudol von stroheim #lisa lisa #messina #suzie q

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boymeetsweevil · 5 years ago

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And then there were two

Grouping: Reader x College BF!Mark (NCT)

Word Count: ~3.48k

Warnings/Themes: non-graphic first time, too many friends with too little boundaries

Prompt: “what do u think abt college bf mark and awkward and fumbling first time”

The dorm is suspiciously quiet when Mark enters. There’s no sound of the XBox going, no sound of raucous laughter, no sound of beer bottles clinking. It’s almost as if you’re alone in your dorm. Odd.

“Mark?” You call from the common area shared by you and your suitemates. “Is that you?”

“Yeah.”

He finds you curled up on the couch, biting at your nails with your computer at your lap.

“Hey. Did you get your test results back yet?”

“I mean, the portal is open. I just haven’t checked it yet.” A sigh ghosts past your lips. “I don’t know if I passed this one. And if I don’t pass, I’ll have to retake the class later.”

“Want me to open it for you?”

“Please.”

Mark makes his way over, arms behind his back as he hides the treasure he brought with him. Once he’s seated you slide your laptop over to him like you can’t get it away fast enough and push yourself back until you’re at the opposite end of the couch. Your toes are the closest thing to him and you wedge them under his thigh while he types in your password from memory.

“Class average was a...64. Yikes,” he reads off that stats from the exam’s page.

“Yeah. It was a doozy.”

“Okay, let’s see. Woah, you got an 83.”

“What,” you shout.

“Nerd.”

Your eyes grow wide and you lunge forward to yank the computer away, hoping that he’s not messing with you. Mark laughs, nose scrunching at you as you take in the actual 83 on your exam’s results screen. The hoarse little shriek you let out is so cute that his heart aches a bit.

“The prof said she was adding a curve for this one. 6 points, she said.”

“Congrats, baby—oof!”

Mark’s back hits the arm of the couch with a thud, taking the brunt of the force from your tackle. It’s a bit awkward but you still manage to get your limbs around him and squeeze. A breathy chuckle floats up from where you bury your face in his neck.

“I was so nervous. I hate Orgo so much.”

“I know, but you work so hard. How could you not do well?”

“Thanks,” you say once you pull back. Your eyes are velvet soft with relief and fondness as you look him over.

You press a soft kiss to his lips and Mark presses back for a moment before pulling back with a jerk. Somehow you’ve ended up in the splayed V of his knees as a pleasant weight in his lap. Not an often occurrence.

“I, uh, I might have brought you something,” he mumbles against the skin of your cheek when you kiss the hinge of his jaw. His eyes and voice go gravelly and dark at your proximity.

“What is it?” You sit back on your heels with a staccato bounce.

“Chicken Haus.”

From the side of the couch he brandishes a large paper bag with a familiar crowing chicken logo printed on the brown surface. The thin paper barrier does nothing to keep the smell from wafting over to you.

“Oh, did you get fries? Let me see!”

“Ah, ah!” He moves the bag out of your reach, causing you to stumble forward. Your glare down at him but all he does is cackle in response. “Say please,” he sing-songs.

“Dude, come on. This isn’t kindergarten!”

“So, I’m ‘dude’ now?” He sniffs and moves to put the chicken back. “Alright, I see how it is.”

“Mark—Mark, wait! Mark, my man. My super capable, handsome man. Please. Let me see the chicken.”

“Nice,” he hands you the bag, trying his hardest not to be flustered by your performance.

There’s a small mountain of your favorites in the bag and you do a little dance before hopping off the couch and making a beeline to the small communal kitchenette.

“Did you eat dinner already?”

“Yeah, I had some stuff at the studio.”

You turn to give him a little disappointed pout. “Still, come sit with me!”

Mark ambles over with a pleased smile on his face. As you look for napkins he admires the straight way you hold your back. The university is notorious for its cutthroat biology major but you’re not the competitive type. So exam weeks are especially hard on you. You always end up stressed and shrunken in on yourself and Mark hates to see it. Few things cheer you back up right away. One of them is the atomic spicy nuggets from Chicken Haus.

“Should we eat in your room,” Mark asks. Your mutual friend Jungwoo, who introduced you and Mark, usually has virtual tutoring at this hour. Mark always feels bad for interrupting him, but normally you’d share some of your congratulatory nuggets with him.

“We don’t have to this time. Jungwoo went home for his mom’s graduation and Doyoung’s at a public health conference.”

“Oh. They didn’t tell me that.”

“Mark,” you let out an incredulous laugh when you finally open the box. “I think you got too many nuggets this time.”

Mark looks down at the party-sized box he handed over a hefty portion of this week’s paycheck for. He supposes it’s a lot for two people to eat, but the dorm is usually overflowing with friends. Tonight he bought a lot out of habit and none of the people he expected to be over are actually present.

“Shit. Are none of the guys coming over?”

“Mm, I don’t know. What’s Johnny up to?”

Mark wracks his brain for his friends’ whereabouts. “Uhh, I think I remember him saying he was gonna go visit his girlfriend at her school. So, I guess he’s not coming.

“Okay,” you sit at one of the stools. “And Taeil and Haechan?”

“Probably, like, playing Fortnite or something.”

“I know Taeyong said he had some work he had to do for his design class, so he’s definitely not coming.” You bite down into a nugget finally and let out a soft moan. “This never gets old.”

Suddenly Mark is hungry again. When he grabs a napkin and a plate you give a gloating smirk.

“I think Yuta’s probably just asleep,” you say after you’ve finished moaning around another chicken nugget.

“That just leaves Jaehyun, I think.”

“I mean, I can text him and invite him over if you want me to.”

Before you can reach for your phone, Mark’s free hand covers yours. You can’t help but laugh a little. Jaehyun and Mark may be good friends, but you know Mark is still a little wary since Jaehyun tried to hit on you the first night you met everyone. There’s no hard feelings, though. According to Mark.

“N-no, you don’t have to. He’s probably just enjoying the night in. Let’s...leave him be.”

“Okay,” you grin and take another bite.

After you finish eating, you make the decision to migrate back to the couch to check out some of the stuff on your DVR. Doyoung has dominated most of the drive space but there’s some shows that you know Mark likes. You tape them on the off chance that he comes over and no one else has something else they want to watch instead.

“Should we watch that zombie series,” Mark asks as he scrolls through the listings.

“I hate their graphics.”

“I know,” he snorts. “But it’s funny how mad you get at their fake blood. Might be fun to watch.”

“If you really wanna watch you can, but I’m not looking. I’m just gonna make myself comfy here, instead.”

You say all this as you proceed to stretch yourself over Mark’s already lounging form. You slot yourself between his thighs before hitching a leg up over his hip. Your head is pillowed by his shoulder and you cage him in with your arms.

“We don’t have to watch it. It’s more fun to watch with Yuta anyway. He always screams so loud, like, I swear he has a 4 octave range sometimes.”

“You’re such a music major,” you wrinkle your nose before peeking up. “Can I hear that project you’ve been working on in the studio?”

Mark’s cheeks flush under the blue light cast by the TV screen. He doesn’t say anything at first, but he does nod. You get up just long enough for him to grab his phone and the pair of over-the-ear headphones he always carries with him.

He takes care to brush your hair out of the way and slip the headphones onto your head gently. He sneaks in a pinch of your cheeks while you wait for him to cue up the song and laughs at the way your eyes crinkle in light annoyance.

The song begins and he alternates between gnawing at his bottom lip and watching your expression unblinkingly. Mark is actually doing super well in his Music Production 401 class and his professor is trying to get him to do an independent study next term. But he’s a perfectionist when it comes to his music. The song’s not finished even though he and Taeyong have been working on it nonstop for the last week and a half.

After a few minutes, you slide the headphones off.

“I like it,” you whisper. “I wish I could tell you something more helpful but I don’t know anything about making music.”

“No, no. Honestly, that’s enough. I feel like you always tell me when you don’t really like what we have, so this is—good.”

“What are you gonna call it?” You grab his free hand and Mark darts his head around to survey the room.

“Tae wants to call it something like “welcome to my playground”. We have to run the name by the other guys in the project. But Professor Seo thinks we should put it online once it’s done.”

“Promise you won’t forget about me when you blow up on SoundCloud.”

Mark tosses his head back and laughs at your teasing, before reaching out for revenge. He grabs at your waist and pulls you down so he can dig his fingers into your sides, knowing exactly where to go so he can torture you.

You let out a gasp and try your hardest to protect your sensitive underarms and the sides of your ribs from him, but it’s too late. Frenzied laughs pour from your mouth and you fight to stay upright. It’s a fight that you lose but not without bringing Mark down with you.

The two of you topple over the edge of the couch in a heap of throw pillows and decorative blankets. You fall first and brace yourself for the impact of Mark’s body. It’s not as painful as you thought it would be and when you crack an eye open you realize it’s because he managed to prop himself up at the last second.

Mark laughs again, but this time it’s small and breathless as he takes in the sight of you underneath him. He yanks himself up so at least his upper half is upright and he looks around again.

“Why are you acting so suspicious? You’ve been acting like you have a dirty secret all night.” You sit up too then, pulling your knees to yourself.

“Ah, really? I dunno.”

But he does know.

Mark is a man of many good traits. He’d like to think, based on what others have told him, that he’s reliable. Hardworking, nice. Maybe even a little handsome if he listens to his mom. But most of all he is incredibly patient.

The last 2 months that you have been dating have consisted of being cockblocked at every turn. And the same thing happened when he was trying to find a good moment to confess to you after realizing that he liked you. Because he and you shared too many friends. Well-meaning but stupid friends.

“I mean—like, I guess I just got so used to us being interrupted by the guys that it’s a habit. Sorry.”

“We’re alone now, though.”

“Ha, right,” he tugs on the collar of his hoodie. “Yeah.”

“So...do you still want to watch the DVR on the couch?”

“Uh, we don’t have to. We could do something else.”

“What do you want to do,” you ask as your fingers crawl up his torso. With a gentle press to his hoodie-clad chest, Mark‘s back hits the seat of the couch.

“Wuh—we could listen to the new SuperK album.”

You shake your head and slink into his lap. You fiddle with the zipper on the front of his hoodie, enjoying the way he fails to keep his cool in the moment.

He looks up at you then, eyes round. “We could... watch that movie Cloud Break. It’s supposed to be really romantic—”

You shake your head again and lean in. “Saw it ages ago,” you murmur against the skin of his neck.

He huffs out a laugh, partly because of the tickle from your lips planting light kisses on his throat and partly because your answer is ridiculous.

“It premiered in theaters two days ago, dude.”

“I have connections,” is all you say before switching to kisses on the corner of his mouth.

Rarely do moments like this ever arise. With your friend group, someone is always in your dorm, or in Mark’s, or texting one of you to let you know you’ll be interrupted soon. One too many traumatic occasions where he didn’t heed the warning taught Mark to be hypervigilant of how he interacted with you.

Honestly, he’s not even sure what to do first now. You’ve already unzipped his hoodie to splay your palms over his chest. He’s certain you can feel the fluttering dance his heart is doing under your hands. His own palms itch with inactivity. But laying them on the bare skin of your waist under the fabric of your shirt feels a bit like a balm against his clammy skin.

It’s like a switch is flipped. Like you’ve both realized how long you’ve been waiting for this moment. Suddenly everything is wandering hands and soft gasps. Time behaves funny in the privacy of the little universe being created on the floor by the couch. First it’s the quick, rough pass of your shirt over your head, getting tangled along overeager elbows along the way. Then it’s the slow and gentle brush of Mark’s knuckles against the skin of your abdomen as he attempts to unbutton your pants with shaking hands. You ask him if he’s scared while thumbing at the plush swell of his lips which are pursed in concentration. He tells you he’s just excited with an equally-shaky chuckle.

That’s what you love about Mark. Probably one of the things everyone loves about Mark. He’s thorough, admirably so. Just like he took his time with his confession,!l and his time with your jeans, he takes time appraising every inch of exposed skin. Some moments are moments of familiarity and he nips at the skin like it’s an old greeting. Some moments are moments of discovery, for both of you. He’s gentler then, drawing a new version of you out from yourself in the form of drawn out gasps or curses.

Many are moments of reciprocity. There are times when you hope his touch leaves fingerprints behind, something that you can keep long after your sweat has dried. And every touch he gives is matched with one you return. The feel of your palm on him, over him, around him draws his muscles taut. When you finally slot together, of course it’s like two puzzle pieces. It’s just right and the breath Mark releases then is almost like a sigh of relief.

Often relief is a quiet, calm thing. Not always, certainly not now. You and Mark chase this relief panting and sometimes clawing at one another. He’s jerky as he moves over you. With arms shaking on either side of his head and this jaw grit tight, he tries his best to make it to the end with you. The way you moan and lock your thighs around him to pull him closer and deeper are the things that push him off the edge. He spills into you with a choked off groan that tapers off when he pulls away finally.

He’s exhausted, but still attentive in his aftermath. Mark whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he beckons you closer to your own orgasm with his hand. The feeling of working over you through the slick of his cum awakens something in the corners of his mind, but he puts that back. For another day, he reasons. Another one of those rare days when he can get you alone. Next time he won’t hesitate.

“You feel good,” he nuzzles the tip of his nose by the base of your ear.

Your breath hitches wetly and you reach down to grip his still twisting wrist. The touch grounds you only slightly because he changes the angle and suddenly you’re floating towards white light once more. Mark watches your hips raise in little broken motions to reach your own high.

Immediately, you pull him back in. He’s confident in the way he follows this time. He swoops in over you, kissing you like the sex had merely whetted his appetite.

“Is there still chicken?”

The sound of Jungwoo’s voice drives you two apart so fast your joints crack. You shriek and pull the closest piece of clothing you can find over your lap and torso. It just so happens to be Mark’s sweatpants, leaving him defenseless and bare.

Jungwoo pokes his head out from behind his bedroom door, headphones hanging around his neck with music oozing softly from the ears. Whatever he sees must be appropriate enough, because he nods to himself then and strolls toward the kitchen. The leftover Chicken Haus sits neatly packaged away thanks to Mark’s previous care.

“Bro, what the hell,” Mark whines from behind the safety of the couch. Just his head peeks over the cushions, making him look tiny. Like a tiger cub woken prematurely. Jungwoo laughs.

“I thought you said you bought enough to share. There’s no way you guys were gonna finish all this on your own.”

“That’s not—” Mark sighs, “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what?”

“We’re kind of doing something here.” He jerks his chin down to where you’re hidden from view still. Neither of them can see your grimace.

“Oh, yeah, we know.”

“We?”

Your head and naked shoulders pop up then. Mark shifts his arm subtly in front you to preserve what’s left of your modesty. It doesn’t do much.

“Yeah, me and the others were in my room. We heard you did good on the test from our friend Lucas—you know the one who TAs for orgo? We were gonna surprise you, so we all got here early.”

“How early,” Mark’s voice is steady, eerily so.

Jungwoo picks up another nugget and chews thoughtfully while he picks the right things to say. Johnny is the one who is known for being scary when angry, but Mark’s silent fury is frightening in its own right. A tiger cub is still a tiger, after all.

“Early,” he finally says.

“Fuck,” Mark covers his eyes with his hands. His cheeks bloom over rapidly. “Are you kidding me? Like for real?”

“Jungwoo,” Taeyong’s stage whisper cuts through the outburst. “Are they done yet?”

“You think he’s just standing out there talking to himself while they’re still doing it,” Doyoung’s voice enters next.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t stop to watch a little on the way back,” Yuta scoffs.

“Guys, stop, this is so weird. That’s Mark we’re talking about.” The sound of Johnny’s internal crisis is almost as loud as his distressed non-whisper.

Jungwoo snorts before piling a plate high with more chicken. “You sound like such a mom, John.”

“Hey, wait is there still chicken?” Taeil’s sleepy voice is followed by Haechan giving an affirmative.

The guys stream out of Jungwoo’s tiny suite like a swarm of ants making a line towards the kitchen. Some of them hop onto the counter while Doyoung distributes plates. Others grab up the remaining stools and continue to discuss Mark’s new lack of virginity while serving up fries and nuggets. None of them seem to be concerned about yours or Mark’s presence with their backs turned towards you.

As the others continue to bicker amongst themselves, you turn to Mark. With a knowing look, he gestures for you to pass him his sweats. In silence, you both dress yourselves before making a break to your room. You enter first, diving head first into your bed out of mortification. Mark makes sure to close the door as soundlessly as possible before turning to you.

“We need new friends,” the two of you say in unison.

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avani008 · 4 years ago

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fic writer tag game!

Tagged by @allegoriesinmediasres and @partialdignity. Thank you both <3!

how many works do you have on AO3?

83.

what’s your total AO3 word count?

267, 880. (Oh...wow.)

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Baahubali, Mahabharata, Ramayana, Jodhaa-Akbar, Padmaavat, Star Wars, Greek Myth, Arthurian Mythology, Fairy Tales, Genghis Khan-Music Video, Smallville, Devil's Cub, Ever After, Persuasion- Jane Austen, Idylls of the Queen- Phyllis Ann Karr, Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Sliding Doors, Hamilton, Black Panther, Original Work.

(20, effectively)

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Copilot (342)- the eternal WIP which fills me with SHAME, because "Han adopts Rey" still objectively strikes me as a good premise for an AU, but (1) the subsequent films didn't seem to find their relationship as interesting as I did and (2) by now, I have no doubts some genius has already written it, and better than I could!

Coming Home (299) - Proof that therapy fic and tragic parent-child relationships are....kind of an Avani thing? Welp.

Kathodos (230) - I am delighted but also...kind of surprised this one is so popular??? Anyway, I enjoyed turning the Hades/Persephone myth on its head, and my recip in the challenge was both lovely and seemed to enjoy this, so that's what really matters!

Enchantment Passing Through - (193) Eventually I might finish this, I guess, but it would involve a lot more planning and outlining and HP-deep-diving than I particularly want to at the moment. But again, I am so grateful people seemed to have liked this little prologue and been so kind about it!

Nidhana (157)- The fact that--presumably--one hundred and fifty actual people have read this and enjoyed it never fails to bring a smile to my face. I love you all so, so much.

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

In theory, yes, but I've gotten so far behind it doesn't seem like I'll catch up for a bit!

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

*shifty eyes* Hahaha, angst? Me? Surely you jest. Seriously, though, one of the Tumblr Mahabharata break-it AUs? Or if it has to be on AO3, personally I thought Sarvaga was the saddest, but if any of you guys disagree, I'd be curious to know!

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

*laughs* Oh boy, do I ever. Um, aside from those already mentioned, there is a perma-drawer fic Baahubali/Black Panther crossover featuring dreamworld friendships, which is probably the weirdest thing I've actually even started to draft....

have you ever received hate on a fic?

If I have, I'm plainly too oblivious to realize it. Mostly, though, I think that this is because my readers are unbelievably kind to me.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

I don't, largely because I'm no good at it. I'll stick to innuendos and the occasional off-color joke, for everyone's sake.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to the best of my knowledge!

have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I recall!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! With the fabulous @parlegee, brainstormer/beta extraordinaire who patiently reads all my overenthusiastic drafts/notes and doesn't laugh.

what’s your all time favorite ship?

Ooh, this is a hard one. Um. Lois Lane/Clark Kent was probably an early one I imprinted on, but also Pratham/Gauri, the leads from a really terrible but also hilarious Indian soap from when I was a kid; Amarendra/Devasena probably works its way up to a lifetime one from all the thinking/ficcing/meta I've done about it; and honestly, I've been a Krishna/Rukmini stan since I was a wee one (Female agency and strikes against patriarchal-arranged-marriage FTW!)

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Eventually, we will finish the Ramayana space AU because it really is the best of our crazy AUs. It just--might take a bit until then.

(On the personal front, I will finish this origfic someday? Mayyybe?)

what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization, plot, humor (I hope?)

what are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, smut scenes, That One Scene you need to get the plot from Point A to Point B but is boring as anything to hurry up and get done.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

IMO, best used as a garnish/minimally--otherwise, you risk breaking readers out, even if they are familiar with the foreign language you are using. That said, there are always exceptions: in Sarvaga, linked above, I use the direct transliteration of dialogue in Tamil, because a translation wouldn't at all convey the duality or the intent of it after all.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Really bad Lois and Clark fic, IIRC, which were mostly syrupy missing-scenes and episode tags.

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I think I have to go with Nidhana, simply because I can't believe I actually finished a multichapter fic with an actual plot!

Tagging @walburgablack @parlegee @queenofmahishmati @mockingjaypin @carminavulcana @holy-muffins @oldshrewsburyian @tuulikki and literally anyone else who wants to do this and wasn't tagged already!

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gothpanda · 5 years ago

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch.22: Some Visitors

WORD COUNT: 5.6K

A/N: The flashback is for my own pleasure as i just found out Motley played at my small ass town in ‘83

TAGS: @madamsixx

WARNINGS: none

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April 12, 1984

Laredo, Texas

The sound of Ozzy could be heard throughout the west side of Laredo. The Bordertown getting a taste of rock music for once from its usual Mexican bands. It was already warm like summer down in this part of Texas, making Sammi feel at home. The warm air pleased all the guys, breaking out of the winter clothes finally. Laredo's venue was the most different from all of them, seeing a high school right next to the Civic Center and two different types of buildings. One being an auditorium for ballet, and the other just open space for the guys. In the stone courtyard in the middle of everything, Sammi sat on the fountain, hearing the water cascade down while smoking her first cigarette of the night. She could see the small crowd of kids her age at the gate of the civic center, hoping for a chance to either meet someone or listen to music. Sammi felt a light hand push her head down, turning to see Nikki smirk down at her.

“May I sit?” asked Nikki, Sammi nodded silently. He sat next to her, staying silent as he pulled out a cigarette for himself, flattered to see a light already waiting for him to take. They stayed silent for a while until Nikki began coughing uncontrollably.

“You okay there, Nik?” asked Sammi, patting Nikki on the back to help him in some way.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m good,” answered Nikki, clearing his throat. “Just getting smokers lungs faster than I thought. I thought I had a good two years left! Cruel world!” Nikki yelled out into the night sky, shaking his fist in the air and proud to hear Sammi giggle. She playfully shoved Nikki’s bare shoulder, shaking her head at him. “Idiot,” mumbled Sammi, stepping on the small cigarette bud.

“Hey, it takes one to know one. Have you met Tommy and Vince? Don’t get how you and Mick don’t want to hurt us,” said Nikki.

“Oh I know I do, but I don’t feel like getting yelled at by my parents. Or get arrested for domestic violence,” joked Sammi, smiled right at Nikki, her pinky lightly grazing Nikki’s. Nikki felt his body become stiff for a moment, looking away at the girl.

“I would pay to see that fight between you and blondie. Might help you,” uttered Nikki, finishing his cigarette for the night.

“Of course you’d be up for that. It’s not like he’s your friend or anything,” provoked Sammi, poking Nikki’s cheek.

“He’s barely even my singer. I only tolerate him because of you fucking Bass siblings,” said Nikki, shoving away Sammi’s hand.

“Why don’t you like him?” asked Sammi.

Nikki raised an eyebrow to Sammi. “You really wanna know?” Sammi nodded. “Maybe because the son of a bitch got something I wanted, but I could just take it from him if I tried hard enough,” answered Nikki, lowering his face right to Sammi, seeing her eyes change from teasing to nervous.

“Nikki… don’t,” begged Sammi, slowly moving away from him.

“And why not Princess? There’s a nice difference between us. I stay with a girl I like,” said Nikki, tucking a piece of hair behind Sammi’s ear. “And Vince has wandering eyes if you haven’t noticed yet,”

Sammi swallowed hard, “I trust him. Please just leave it alone for now,”

“Alright I will, but you’ll always know where to find me,” said Nikki, kissing Sammi on her forehead before disappearing back into the sound of Ozzy. Sammi bit the nail of her thumb, thoughts running at a rapid pace. She didn’t even feel Vince slide right next to her, making Sammi jump when feeling his hands.

“There’s my girl. Are you okay? You look like you have a lot on your mind?” asked Vince. Sammi nodded, kissing Vince before he can think of any further questions.

"Of course I am. Let's just stay here," whispered Sammi, pulling Vince for another kiss, this time harder to make him truly forget any questions.

July 1st, 1985

On the nightstand by the bed, a clock reading 7:45 rang out in the spacious white bedroom. Sammi tossed onto her side, slamming the clock to stop beeping while letting out a morning groan. Sammi rubbed away the sleep from her eyes, aiming to not fall back into a deep sleep. When Sammi started to feel more awake, it dawned on her the silence in the room. No one was snoring in her ear. Rising slowly, Sammi turned to find an empty spot next to her. The duvet looked almost done as if Nikki made the bed before he left. A note from a torn notebook paper laid on the pillow, messy handwriting in black pen yet still blurry for Sammi to read. Sammi put on her glasses, bringing the piece of paper close to her face.

‘Sorry I had to leave, Princess. Didn’t want to wake your pretty face up. Thanks for the special attention. Call you later- Nikki”

Sammi scuffed at the note, a tiny smile crawling on her lips. She tossed it by her lamp, rubbing her face slowly to stay awake. “At least he left a note this time,” muttered Sammi, ripping off the heavy blue blanket, jumping off the bed to seize the day. Sammi looked at the black mini pencil skirt and purple blouse that hung on the closet door, happy with her professional wardrobe. Cascading down the small apartment hallway, Sammi entered her bathroom to head straight to the shower, the water running cold as Sammi liked it. She carried on with her morning routine of applying light makeup and curling her hair, halting as the phone in the bedroom rang out. Sammi ran into the room, jumping on the bed to quickly pick up the telephone, holding it up against her ear as she deeply scrunched her eyebrows.

“Hello?” responded Sammi, sitting on her bed.

“Good morning, Sammi. It’s Doc, how are you doing?” said Doc on the line.

“Oh, I’m doing good, just getting ready for work. What’s going on?” asked Sammi, checking her clock as reassurance she wasn’t wasting time.

“I just wanted to quickly let you know, we are going to Elektra for a meeting. I don’t know if Mr. Harrison told you,” Sammi closed her eyes tight for a second, trying to not mess up her done hair. Sammi knew Mr. Harrison told her last Friday about some meetings, but she completely blocked it out after drinking the night away. She didn’t feel the need to ask that day. Now Sammi wished she could take a sick day.

“Uh yes. Yes he did Doc. I’m one of his secretaries, remember?” said Sammi with sarcasm, smiling a small bit with nerves setting in. Nikki was beginning to rub off on her in his mannerisms. Sammi questioned if this was a good thing for her.

“Right. Of course. I only wanted to give you a heads up about Vince before your day started. Since it could be very difficult to see him in person after a while,” said Doc. Sammi smiled to herself, lucky to still have Doc care for her.

“I really appreciate it, Doc. Thank you for looking out for me,” sincerely said Sammi, “So, I should probably give you a heads up so you don’t go in blind to the meeting,”

“Harrison still worried about the boys?” asked Doc.

“It’s more him being worried about his money going down the toilet than anything else. You really need to be prepared to get your ass chewed or get a cold man,” said Sammi, pressing her lips tight together. She saw the time begin to creep up again, eyes shooting wide. “Doc, I really have to be getting ready. I’ll see you at the meeting,”

“Okay, thanks Sammi. See you soon,” said Doc, cutting the line before Sammi could. Sammi shut the phone, dropping back onto the bed, smothering herself with a pillow as she groaned out loud. Her nerves became setting in more while thinking about seeing Vince for the first time. Sammi began thinking of excuses to not participate in this meeting, rushing to the kitchen for some breakfast. Her mind was turning almost empty, going into autopilot as she got ready for the rest of her day.

Sammi looked out the car window, eyes following Sabrina walk out of her apartment building, coming straight to the passenger door. Sammi smiled in a blink second at Sabrina, driving off into the busy morning traffic. Silence filled the car ride, unusual for the two on their carpool rides. Sabrina eyed Sammi for a moment, changing the radio station to get a reaction for the music. Nothing. Sabrina narrowed her eyes at Sammi, seeing her only focused on the freeway.

“You good? Did Nikki piss you off this morning?” asked Sabrina, relaxing in the passenger seat.

“What? No, we’re fine. why?” replied Sammi, glancing at Sabrina quickly.

“Well, you just seem quiet for a morning. Did you get into an argument with Athena?” said Sabrina.

“No, we’re fine. She hasn't done anything to annoy me for a while,” replied Sammi.

“And she’s not asking Emma 100 questions?” asked Sabrina again.

“No, Emma is doing a pretty good job at hiding which I feel kind of bad for,” muttered Sammi, tucking a hair behind her ear.

“Yeah but Athena doesn’t need to know about Nikki if it’s not serious business. Emma can handle holding a little truth to Athena. She would’ve spilled already if she couldn’t,”

“Oh, by the way, we are gonna have some visitors at work,” mumbled Sammi, staring up at a traffic light. Sabrina raised an eyebrow to Sammi, “Motley’s coming for a meeting with Mr. H,” added Sammi with a glare.

“Oh shit. That’s gonna be fucking awkward,” muttered Sabrina.

“Thanks, S! You know how to lift my spirits in times of need!” sarcastically barked Sammi with a fake smile.

“I’m sorry, but come on you know how bad everyone is towards each other. It’s not like Motley is a happy family band that don’t piss people off especially not each other,”

“Yes I know, but you couldn’t be optimistic as we’re pulling up to work?” asked Sammi.

“You really want me to give you extremely fake hope?” Sabrina uttered blandly, almost hurting to say words.

“Yep!”

“Fine! Things could be completely great and Mr. H won’t chew their asses. It is all good!” shouted Sabrina as Sammi pulled into an empty parking lot space of the office building. Sammi rolled her eyes, glaring at Sabrina who didn’t want to sugarcoat things so early on this Monday morning. Turning off the ignition and opening the door, Sammi left Sabrina hanging but hearing her catch up behind. Sabrina’s long legs made it easier to speed walk right by Sammi in comparison to her short stature. “Okay, maybe the meeting won’t be the worst thing ever. Do you know what they’re gonna be discussing?” asked Sabrina, opening the glass door for Sammi as they entered the building. The girls did their routine of polite smiles to anyone that passed by them, heading to the elevators. Sammi smashed the up button, leaning against the wall. “I have no idea, Mr. Harrison really doesn’t explain in great detail to anyone,” uttered Sammi. Sabrina was about to speak until more people gathered around the two girls, entering the elevator with them. Sammi and Sabrina glanced at each other, stuffed into the cramped elevator with unknown people.

In a short time, the girls were finally alone again, walking out to their respected work areas. “I just don’t want them to make a fucking scene to anyone. I’m expecting the worst reactions when Mr. Harrison orders them around,” muttered Sammi to Sabrina. The girls came to a halt in the middle of cubicles when suddenly, a young intern came walking fast, holding a notepad against her chest. “Hi, Sabrina! Hi, Sammi!” said the intern with enthusiasm.

“Hi, Jessica…” the girls said in unison, almost groaning at the sight of her. Jessica smiled happily, Sammi not understanding how someone could be so cheerful this early in the day.

“How’s your guys morning going? It’s such a beautiful summer day!” exclaimed Jessica, having a pep in her step.

“Great. What do you want?” asked bluntly Sammi, crossing her arms as Sabrina withheld a smirk.

“I came to tell Sabrina something. We’re needed in the conference room right now to set stuff up for a meeting. Apparently, all of Motley Crue is coming!” excited Jessica was, only making Sammi sulk more, infuriated.

“Why me? I’m not gonna be an intern anymore after next week,” asked Sabrina. Scowling at Jessica.

“But you’re still an intern… come on if we finish early maybe we can catch Motley walking in,” said Jessica, bouncing on the balls of her feet with a smile.

“A little too excited to see a band, aren’t we Jessica? It’s not like you haven’t seen one walk around here before” teased Sammi, giving a smile that made Jessica scared of the girls. Sabrina biting down on her index finger, not caring if Sammi hurts someone’s feelings today. It was fun to see sometimes.

“Well, they are a cool band. Plus they aren’t bad to look at, especially Nikki. That’s all,” mumbled Jessica, feeling small to Sammi even when being the same height.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Jess, but I don’t think you’re very much Nikki’s type. Trust me, we’re pretty close,” said Sammi, patting Jessica on the arm, hearing Sabrina chuckle at them. Jessica pressed her lips tightly, shoulders falling a bit.

“Besides I already get to see Motley on a normal basis anyway. They’re not that rare to see after a while,” added Sabrina.

“I’m gonna head to my desk. Have fun arranging water bottles,” Sammi told Sabrina, walking from the two without caring of Jessica’s feelings. Jessica looked up at Sabrina with big eyes only getting a shrug from the taller girl.

“You really should’ve seen that one coming, Jessica,” said Sabrina walking past the redhead to her desk. Jessica only followed the girls' footsteps, ready to work.

Sammi knocked on the heavy wooden doors, MR. HARRISON displayed on a gold plaque.

“Come in,” Mr. Harrison announced, Sammi pushing the door open. “Oh good morning, Samantha, how are we doing on this Monday?” asked Mr. Harrison, peeking above his leather notebook while sitting behind his expensive glass desk.

“Pretty good. I’m just happy to start another week, and be with my favorite boss,” said Sammi, smiling as she stood right in front of Mr. Harrison with perfect posture.

“Oh you flatter me, Samantha, but that please save it for when you’re trying to leave early on Fridays. I hope you remembered the meeting I told you on Friday. You’ll need to write down everything I say because I have a feeling I’ll be too busy talking my head off,” said Mr. Harrison, shutting his notebook tight to hand over to Sammi. Sammi took the notebook in her hands but began thinking for a moment.

“I’m sorry sir, but don’t you think it could be more beneficial to have an intern write your notes. Take Jessica for example who can get more practice since she just started,” explained Sammi, still putting on a generous smile for more convincing.

Mr. Harrison frowned hard at Sammi, his forehead wrinkles becoming deep crevasses. “Are you sure you aren’t just coming up with excuses to avoid this meeting with a certain band?” asked Mr. Harrison.

“Of course not, sir,” uttered Sammi.

“Well while I appreciate your care for the interns, you are going to be at the meeting right next to me rather you like it or not,” ordered Mr. Harrison, making Sammi drop her shoulders for a moment. She nodded, beginning to head to the doors until Mr. Harrison interrupted her walk. “I do have a question, Samantha. What are you going to do now that you have a degree?” asked Mr. Harrison. Sammi walked back slowly as she thought of an answer.

“I really don’t know. I’m just going to be working until I feel I should go back to school,” answered Sammi.

Mr. Harrison nodded slowly, “Well if you need any help, I do have connections with people in different medical branches. All you need to do is ask,”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrison, I appreciate it,” said Sammi, turning around as a gentle knock came from outside of her bosses office. Jessica peeked her head behind the heavy door, shuffling into the office.

“Sorry to interrupt but Motley Crue is here Mr. Harrison,” said Jessica in a small soft voice.

“Huh, they’re on time for once. Thank you, Jessica. Come along, Samantha,” said Mr. Harrison, fixing his blazer as he stepped to the door, smiling at the two young girls. Sammi rolled her eyes, grabbing a pen from the desk to act as an employee with no connections to this band. Jessica stood by the doorframe, eyes following Sammi get closer to her. Sammi scowled at Jessica staring at her, halting in front of her.

“Can I help you with something? Or are you just gonna keep staring?” barked Sammi, walking away from the nervous young girl.

Mr. Harrison marched down the halls of the office floor, Sammi being his shadow all the way to the conference room. Sammi straightened her posture, balancing perfectly in her work heels while entering the vast boardroom. She almost held her breath from seeing the band seated down, quickly noticing her designated seat being occupied by Tommy. Doc, Vince, and Nikki all sat to the left of Mr. Harrison, not seeing Sammi walk. Samm couldn’t help but give small glances to the blonde man when he wasn’t looking. Mick and Tommy smiled shortly at the young girl, Sammi flicking Tommy’s ear to make him move down a chair. They give each other a kiss on the cheek as Sammi sat down finally, her sight carried out across Nikki who looked almost asleep behind his dark sunglasses. She stayed clear of making eye contact with Vince, feeling the stare once again.

“Okay let's get this meeting on its way,” announced Mr. Harrison, sitting at the head of the table like always. “I’d first like to tell the boys congratulations on the album, even after the many many delays, people love it. You’ve managed to fix one thing,” said Mr. Harrison with firmly pressed lips, giving a cold stare to everyone. The silence could be cut with a knife, Doc already thinking of what to say to make things civil. “Because of the new album, you must now go on tour for promotion. Also because it is written on the contracts, and you must all still follow it,” ordered Mr. Harrison.

“I believe this would be great for the boys to hit the road again. They’ve had plenty of rest for a good long tour,” said Doc, nodded along, eyeing Sammi from across the table, writing everything down at lighting speed.

“I’m not so sure rest is the right word for their break of touring. I’m also not sure about a long tour for these men,” said Mr. Harrison. Sammi stopped writing for a moment, switching glances between her boss and the boys. Nikki would clear his throat every so often to drink water, while only Vince seemed to be paying attention. Their eyes catching each other for a split second before Sammi looked down at her notes. “We will only make North American dates ranging from the beginning of August to the third week of November, pretty easy for you rockstars,”

“Mr. Harrison with all due respect, I do believe these boys can do more than just North America. These men can go to Europe or Asia right after November,” said Doc. “The album has been doing great for the first week. You said it yourself,”

Mr. Harrison leaned back into the desk chair, crossing his arms as he glared right at Doc. “Doc. You really think Motley Crue can tour by themselves for more than four months without messing something up?” asked Mr. Harrison, only seeing Doc slowly retreat.

“They’ve had their moments, but yes. I do think we can just pick up after Thanksgiving,” uttered Doc.

“By moments you mean the multiple things that have been brought to my attention that raise concern. Tabloids with pictures of Nikki & Tommy intoxicated at almost every single day on my desk. The incident happening in one of the recording studios. A singer who has a bigger record than all my other talent. Do you know I’ve never had to deal with any of these things in my lifetime in this industry?”

Vince, Tommy, Mick, and even Nikki all turned their eyes on Sammi, Sammi looking only at her notes or boss. Sammi only gave the proper secretary to look for everyone to display. Mr. Harrison snapped his fingers, gaining the attention back to him from everyone. “Do not look at Samantha. She’s not your friend. She’s not your sister. She’s doing her job right now. You all pay attention to me. You are all lucky I’m even allowing a headlining tour. If you all don’t lose me money, I’ll allow a European extension at the beginning of the year,” said Mr. Harrison. Sammi stays quiet, looking back at Nikki having trouble keeping his head up. “We will go as I said starting in August. Any further questions or interruptions?”

“I have my court date the second week in September,” said Vince, speaking up for the first time. Everyone became silent again, switching glances between Harrison and Vince. Sammi gave a sympathetic look to Vince for once in a long time.

“We will make sure there is a week off in September for you to come back, Vince. Anything else?” asked Mr. Harrison.

“Everything will run smoothly, Mr. Harrison. I reassure you on that,” said Doc.

Mr. Harrison scuffs at Doc. “I’ll believe it when I see my money back in my wallet,” Mr. Harrison stood up from his seat, buttoning the middle of his blazer once again. “Samantha, there are documents in the back of that notebook. Please give it to Peterson in legal. Meeting dismissed,” ordered Mr. Harrison to Sammi as he left the boardroom. The weight in the room soon lifted, Doc dragging a hand down his face. Sammi relaxed her back, slumping in the office chair as she sighed loudly. Doc rose from his seat, reaching over Vince to smack Nikki in the head to wake him up. Nikki only groaned, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

“You all better listen to everything your boss just said,” said Doc, standing up to grab a bottle of water.

“Don’t worry I barely listen to everything my boss says,” muttered Sammi getting a chuckle from Tommy and Mick, Vince withholding a smile.

“Everything is gonna be fine,” slurred Nikki, yawning out loud. Sammi couldn’t help but keep an eye on Nikki from his demeanor.

“Yeah, I fucking doubt that,” mumbled Vince.

“Things would be fine if you all just acted like adults for once,” remarked Sammi, glaring at Nikki and Tommy who didn’t care.

“We got it covered. We can pretend to be responsible for a good while,” said Tommy, patting Sammi on the head.

“If only we had Sammi tour with us again to keep us in shape,” croaked Mick, readjusting his sunglasses. “We could really use you, little girl,”

“Yeah fuck that. I’d be unemployed and broke then be on a bus with my ex for a long time,” added Sammi, flipping her hair to one side. Everyone from Doc to Mick switched glances between Sammi and Vince, seeing Vince’s discomfort. Sammi raised an eyebrow at every, curling her lip. “What? Someone had to fucking say it. He’s here at my work bothering me,” grumbled Sammi, pointing a sharp finger at Vince. Vince shook his head, pulling on his earlobe.

“So you’re not even gonna say my name anymore?” barked Vince, crossing his arms. Sammi rolled her eyes, not caring if she looked rude to Vince. “I thought at least here you’d give me something, and not keep ignoring me,”

“My god you’re so dramatic,” Sammi mumbled under her breath. “Alright, here's something! Can you kindly shut the fuck up, Vince? Last time I checked I told you I wanted to be away from you,” bossed Sammi, staring coldly at Vince. Vince flared his nostrils, knocking his knuckles against the hard wooden table.

“Enough you two. Boys you’re free to go. I don’t want to hold Sammi from her job any further,” said Doc, grabbing his briefcase and stepping into the hallway. Vince was the first to jump out of his seat, not caring to say goodbye to anyone from his band. Mick squeezed Sammi’s shoulder before he left, showing his usual form of compassion. Tommy stood up, stretching out to feel his long spine crack seeing Nikki just stay quiet.

“Hey Sixxter, I’m gonna hit the restroom. Wait for me in the lobby,” said Tommy, getting a groan in response. “See you later Sammi,” Tommy kissed Sammi on the forehead before disappearing in the hallway. Sammi waved Tommy a goodbye, keeping her eyes on Nikki’s silence. She could hear him begin to lightly snore, making her finally walk over and take the empty seat right of him.

Sammi shook his shoulder roughly, hearing more groans in return. Nikki slowly turned his head to Sammi, staying hidden behind his dark sunglasses.

“What?” croaked Nikki, slumping in his seat and crossing his arms.

“What?” mimicked Sammi, raising an eyebrow to him. “What’s going on with you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s-” Sammi interrupted Nikki, pushing his sunglasses above his head. Immediately Sammi could see something was entirely right. Nikki’s eyes looked dull and dark. Dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in years, the whites of his eyes almost turning pink all around. Sammi frowned at Nikki, Nikki pushing her hand away to hide behind his glasses again.

“You’re not fine. Seriously Nikki what’s going on with you?” asked Sammi again, softened her expression with compassionate eyes.

“I haven’t been feeling the best lately,” uttered Nikki, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “I haven’t been able to sleep… for some reason,” lied Nikki. He knew exactly why he couldn’t sleep at night anymore. Unlike coke, heroin made him awake at all hours even when he didn’t shoot up after a while.

“How long have you been like this?” asked Sammi, putting her hand on top of Nikki’s. Nikki could help but feel a little ping in his chest from the small act of affection. Nikki knew he had to make up a lie fast to not lose the small affection he likes from Sammi.

“Going on a week? That’s why I left last night. I didn’t want to wake you up by accident especially when you have work,” said Nikki, shooting a lopsided grin to Sammi. Nikki silently prayed Sammi bought his lie, lying to himself it was going to be the last lie. Sammi pursed her lips, looking between Nikki and the desk for some room to think.

“Alright, I guess that makes sense,” cautioned Sammi. “Thanks for leaving a note by the way. The princess appreciates it,” smiled happily Sammi, making Nikki’s frown turn upside down for a moment. Nikki lightly snaked his hand behind Sammi’s neck, pulling her in for a surprise kiss. Sammi’s eyes went wide, pushing Nikki away to look back at the open door. “You really like to get to the edge of getting caught don’t you?” smirked Sammi.

Nikki smirked at Sammi, “Admit it. It’s pretty fun. Especially when you’re looking sexy in this outfit,” Nikki’s hand crept up Sammi’s thigh, bringing her chair closer to him with his foot. Sammi’s heart began to race, feeling Nikki’s hand feature between her legs. She gripped his wrist tight, stopping Nikki from any further moves. Sammi looked deep into his eyes, trying her hardest to resist kissing away the smirk on Nikki’s lips.

“I’m at work. And you should get some sleep,” said Sammi, pushing herself away from Nikki. Nikki shrugged his shoulders, putting on his glasses as he rose from the seat. “Oh, I’m gonna go out with some guys tonight. Don’t be surprised if I come knocking on your door. Maybe then I’ll sleep,” said Nikki, kissing Sammi on the cheek. Sammi shook her head, smiling slightly to herself, looking over her shoulder to Nikki leaving. Sammi fell back against the chair, huffing loudly. She could feel the nerves in her body calm down, noticing her palms were becoming sweaty. Being in complete silence made her process the sight of Vince, being right in front of her. Was she being too hard on him? Should she talk to Vince finally after months of this? The questions that always played in Sammi’s head, played louder than ever today. Sammi only took a deep breath in and stood up to be a grown-up like she’s supposed to be.

July 5, 1985

“Sammi, I don’t think I can keep lying to Athena,” said Emma, pouring three glasses of white wine from Sammi’s collection. Sabrina and Sammi each placed a bowl of food on the small glass dining table, sitting down for their Friday dinners together. Sammi took a sip of her wine before even thinking of what to say in this conversation. “I get it. I’m your best friend, but Athena is also my girlfriend,” pleaded Emma, serving herself a portion of cold pasta salad.

“What is she even asking you, Em? I doubt Sammi’s making it obvious,” said Sabrina, grabbing a piece of chicken with her salad.

“I know she’s not, but Athena can’t help but keep her nose out of Sammi’s life. Almost every single time I say we went out, she asks if you got with someone,” shared Emma, eating with a touch of annoyance.

“Well tell her to stay out of it. I already told Athena I didn’t want her or Tommy anywhere near my love life,” spat Sammi.

“It’s a love life between you and Nikki?” asked Sabrina, smirking at Sammi with a quizzical expression. Sammi shot a glare at Sabrina, making her giggle amongst herself. “Maybe you have to remind your sister again, Sam. Say it isn’t nice to be badgering her girlfriend because you two are friends,”

“I’m glad we keep you around. You solve all our problems at record speed,” joked Emma, raising her glass to cheer with Sabrina. Sabrina gladly clanked her wine glass with Emma’s, Sammi playfully shaking her head. “I second this reminder. You’d also be helping out me and yourself,”

“I would love to, but Athena never learned to listen if you haven’t already figured it out,” mumbled Sammi, drinking the chilled wine.

“That’s probably the one thing I don’t like about her, but in this case, it comes from a place of love. Please still try though,” told Emma to Sammi, giving her a lopsided grin.

“What really is the worst thing if at least Athena knew about Nikki and you?” asked Sabrina.

“Athena would tell Tommy, Tommy would tell Vince, and Vince would yell at my ass. And a mad Vince is the last thing I want in my life,” informed Sammi, refilling for a second glass of wine.

“You really care what Vince thinks or you just don’t want to deal with his shit?” added Emma, scrunching her eyebrows at Sammi. Sammi thought about it for a moment, not knowing if she just never wanted to hear from Vince ever again.

“It’s more of I’ve been a bitch to him for 6 months, so I don’t want him to think I’m two-faced. Because I know his mind will run wild like it always has with Nikki,” admitted Sammi, shrugging her shoulders.

“You can’t be two-faced if all you did was have sex when you were single. You chose Vince and he fucked up. He still needs to know that and be reminded from time to time. Like at the meeting,” said Sabrina.

“The one moment I wished I worked at that fucking office,” utter Emma, gulping her last bit of wine. “Since we are on the topic of Vince, have you ever thought about talking to him? You don’t think you deserve some answers?”

“I have but I don’t know how to talk to him without sounding like a bitch anymore. It’s almost as if he made me get an attitude and Nikki made it worse,” pondered Sammi, pushing the last of her around with a fork.

“Like that poor poor Jessica girl you read to filth?” joked Emma, giggling louder at Sammi scowl to her. Emma shrugged her shoulder with a playful smile.

“Maybe you could write down everything you want to know? It could help you keep your thoughts in order instead of going off from your emotions,” suggested Sabrina, wiping the corner of her mouth as she finished her food.

“Emma’s right, you do solve our problems at record speed,” answered Sammi with a soft smile. “I guess that would be a good starting point, and talk before he leaves again… But it’s so nice being mean to him!” whined Sammi, pouting at Sabrina like a little girl. Sabrina shot a look at Sammi that made her quit the pouting and straight her shoulders, almost like a mother. “Fine, I’ll try my hardest to be civil and demand answers with kindness,”

“Atta girl,” encouraged Sabrina, lightly punching Sammi's shoulder. “It could bring you some great closure,”

Sammi smiled to herself, beginning to clear out the dining table with Emma’s help. “Or maybe it’ll just make me sadder than ever,” shouted Sammi, dropping the dirty dishes in the sink to wash later as she drank her wine.

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Looking back, Sarfin could see the open fore-deck of the Dark Dragon and the monster catapult being readied. Around him he could see the catapults of the Soaring Bird being unlimbered from their hunting locks and readied for combat. The ammunition being stacked beside them was nothing that he would want to see aimed at any ship. There were shot designed to rip sails and destroy rigging, and others designed to scatter many small, deadly darts to clear decks and rigging of opposing crews.

Just seeing them made Sarfin shudder. The sight of men and women matter of factly handling such devices and getting ready to use them brought home to him just what war was really about. Something that he had known intellectually became sickeningly real.

It was to the credit of the Council’s representatives that they were also disturbed by the deadly preparations. Captain Urson put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the decks. “Is this,” she gestured widely at all the orderly preparations for destruction going on about them, “really necessary?”

Sula looked her straight in the eye and answered, “Because I have seen many times that it was, even more than you, I hope that it is not. There is no harm if we are ready and do not have to fight but many lives, even ships can be lost to unreadiness.”

Sarfin turned to Sula, who was now watching the Soaring Bird’s crew, without apparent emotion. “How can you ever get used to this kind of thing?” he asked, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

“You don’t,” she replied stonily, turning to face Sarfin. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “You do what you have to do and pray to the Dragons that you don’t have to kill again. The one thing that you can’t do is let your own folk be the ones who pay the price of unreadiness.”

In a lighter tone Sula went on, “Now, we are guests. Let us pay our respects to our host, the Honored Huld.”

Crewmen guided Captains Urson and Farrol away to guest quarters.

Sula led Sarfin to a companionway amidships. As Sarfin followed, he said, grateful for a way to change the topic, “Something has been nagging at me since we first met. Why do you call Captain Huld ‘Honored’?”

Sula smiled at the thoughts and memories that the question brought up. “That’s a bit difficult to explain. He is Honored because in his whole life, whatever the difficulty, he has never done anything unethical or dishonorable. His decisions in matters of honor and ethics between others are considered to be absolute by the Council that meets on the Wind.”

“OK, now I’m just as curious as before but confused as well,” said Sarfin. “The Council that meets on the ‘wind’?”

“You will have to take my word for this one. The Barant fleet Council is in continuous session. The Captains meet in a way that they call talking on the Wind. It allows them to communicate without misunderstanding, no matter the distance between them. Since I learned of them I have also been a part of that Council. Not only can you not shut them out, you don’t want to. It is possible to ignore them for a while sometimes, especially when you think that you are right — Even if you’re not.” Sula pushed open a sliding door and escorted Sarfin into a cabin.

“Shouldn’t you have knocked first?” Sarfin asked as he entered.

“No need. I told him that we were coming and he invited us to tea,” said Sula lightly.

“Tea?” said Sarfin curiously, “What is that?”

“It’s a Barant ceremony involving a hot water drink made with especially prepared seaweeds, dried and flaked. He is doing this to give you honor before his crew,” Sula knitted her brows as she tried to explain. “By Barant fleet standards you are not a Captain, and neither was I until a short while ago. According to their rules you have to be able to talk on the Wind to be a Captain. This ceremony will let his crew know that you are worthy to command in spite of your disability. That is the same status that I had until recently.”

Sarfin looked around the chamber and realized that it was both of Spartan simplicity and one of the most harmoniously prefect cabins that he had ever seen. The walls had tall scroll-like paintings of ships and boats on the sea with cloudscapes behind them. They were done in monochrome gray inks on a material of startling whiteness. Each ship was unmistakable, yet it had been artfully reduced to only a few lines and some shadows. Among them, he recognized his own Dorton. It was hung just back of Huld where he sat cross-legged behind a low table. The floor was covered with a soft matting that was made of long narrow strands of material tied together into bundles.

“Welcome are you, Council Master Sarfin, Sula – Captain and friend.” He placed both hands palms together, fingers down and bent his head toward them. Sula repeated the gesture and sat on the floor next to the table. After the briefest of hesitations, Sarfin did the same.

Huld serenely said, “North we go as swiftly as sail will carry us. Let us now the time spend to know each other. Share tea, share self. Barant way it is.”

He picked up a bow-drill kit and with only a few quick strokes of the bow, had smoke curling up from the tender of fluffy, dried brown seaweed. A small puff of breath brought a tiny flame which Huld applied to the wick of an oil lamp. He set the lamp under a small Hag skin pot of water to heat it.

Altogether, the ceremony and its attendant small talk took over an hour. As they emerged from Huld’s cabin, Sarfin said to Sula, “That tea was amazing! I’ve never tasted anything like it before. Do you know how I might get some?”

“Certainly,” said Sula promptly. “I have a few hundred pounds on the Dark Dragon that I’d be willing to sell.” She smiled. “Can’t sell too much or I’d have a mutiny — and I’d have to join the mutineers. We count it as one of our basic stores.”

“I can see why. We’ve never had flavored water in the Naral fleet. . . Um … Where are we going?”

“Visitor’s cabins. We don’t need a guide because Huld and I have been working together for a long time. We know each other’s ships well.” Soon they were settled into adjoining cabins.

At the pace that the Soaring Bird was making, they would be in the vicinity of 00 West, 800 North by what ought have been early to midmorning. In those latitudes, at the present time of the year, the sun did not fully set at all. It only got low in the sky. Sarfin found it disturbing to have no nightfall.

Sarfin spent as much time as he could studying the Soaring Bird and the way that it was run. This kind of vessel was truly new to him. At first he thought that the big lobster claw sails were simply exotic looking. A short talk with the Soaring Bird’s sail lofter taught him the error in that assumption. They were, in fact, the most efficient sails to be found on all of Sea.

Aboard the Grandalor, Darkistry stood at the steering tackle, making small adjustments to keep the Longin approaching from directly downwind. She was so careful that it appeared to be completely accidental.

While the ships were closing to hailing drum range, Thunderhead came soaring up from the south directly over the Longin and plunged into the water between the ships. Shortly, he surfaced in a splash of spray and made a take-off run. He had a fish in his beak. Now that he was back, his family had to be fed.

Skye leapt from the nest and swooped to greet her mate. They did a short aerial ballet, sweeping past each other and spiraling tightly, so close that wings gently rubbed. The dance ended above the nest and Thunderhead dropped into it, casually checking his fall at the last moment with widespread wings and tail. He perched on the rail and began the process of dividing the fish, sharing it out among youngsters now ready to begin flying. That done, he flipped off the side of the rail and dropped on a long angle to land solidly on Tanlin’s shoulder, where he rubbed his beak along her jaw in greeting.

“Glad t’ see ye, too, T’under’ead,” said Tanlin as she reached up and scratched him in his favorite spot under the wing. “Ugh, ye’re all wet. Let m’ get t’is ‘arness off. Ye did good, ye ‘andsome ‘Awk, ye.” She unbuckled the message harness and gave it to Arnat, who was standing near.

“‘Ere, Arnat. Stow t’is in our cabin. Ye know w’ere ‘t goes.” As Arnat scampered off to put away the harness, the Longin began to signal with her Hailing Drum.

“Return the prisoner Kurin to us and surrender to Council Justice!” the drum demanded imperiously.

“That’s not Master Clard’s hand on the drum,” said Kurin worriedly. “It sounds more like his apprentice Degan. Now I’m sure something is wrong.”

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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For your 11,000 Halloween Celebration: Reader trying to get Michael!Dean to enjoy Halloween with her and dress up, though her choice in costume makes him a bit intrigued and excites his hunger for her

Matching costumes

11,000 Followers Fall & Halloween drabbles

Summary: It’s Halloween and you want a certain archangel to enjoy it. Whether he likes it or not.

Warnings: language, tension, implied smut

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Reader

Word count: 500+

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After defeating his father and bringing ‘peace’ to earth again Michael has nothing else to do than spending time with his favorite human. Not that he ever would tell you so.

He patiently sits on your bed, nodding now and then when you leave the walk-in-wardrobe wearing a Halloween costume.

“Why do we have to go to that party again?” Michael sighs, hating you talked him into ‘having fun’ after he defeated Chuck.

“Come on, Michael,” standing between his spread legs you place your hands onto his shoulders. “You promised that we would have harmless fun from now on. Chuck is gone. The Winchesters are in heaven. And who knows why Castiel ran off.”

“He’s back in heaven to spend time with his friends,” the archangel rolls his eyes, still not understanding why his brother wants to waste more time on the Winchesters. “I told him they are fine.”

“Come on, you need to wear a costume too, baby,” Michael’s eyes flash blue and his wings fill the room to surround you. “That’s not a costume, Michael! Don’t be a spoilsport, my tall and strong archangel. Defender of earth. The one defeating God himself.”

You can see the pride in Michael’s eyes and the twitch of his lip when you slide your hand over his chest. “Please…pretty please?”

“What shall I wear?” The archangel sighs, watching you run toward the walk-in-wardrobe, your ass bouncing in your cheerleader uniform. “I won’t wear a cheerleader uniform, Y/N.”

“I want matching costumes, Michael,” rummaging in the wardrobe you squeal when you find the costume you want to wear for your boyfriend – or not boyfriend as Michael refuses to admit you are his favorite human. “You’ll like the next one…”

“I liked the others too,” Michael lies. The archangel barely remembers the costumes you showed him before. “Let’s just choose one and…” jaw going slack Michael uncomfortably shifts on your bed.

His pants suddenly feel too tight when you step out of the walk-in-wardrobe once again.

This time you are wearing stockings, heels, and a short nude 1920’s flapper fringe beaded dress which barely reaches your thighs.

When you turn around to sway your hips Michael can see your lace panties.

“See, this way we can still wear matching costumes,” you can hear the archangel inhale sharply before he jumps up. He crosses the room with a beat of his wings to grip your waist, giving you a once over.

“You will not leave this room with that costume on,” you smirk, sliding your hands down his chest. Michael pants heavily, nostrils flaring when you dare to pat his cock.

“Try me, baby,” you purr, knowing too well Michael will not let you out of the room anytime soon or like ever…

“This dress must go,” he grits his teeth, gaze dropping to your chest. “I will keep you to myself, Y/N.” Pinned to the wall moments later, his hands all over your body you forget about the dress, Halloween, or matching costumes.

Needless to say, you never made it to the party …

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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The News (Sriracha, Part 41.)

Series description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: The wedding came way sooner than you expected to, you could maybe say that you weren’t even prepared for a thing of such a caliber. Also, did El and Mike really told Mr. Clarke that they’re cousins?

A/N: This chapter is a complete and utter chaos and I love it so much. Inspired by all of the romantic songs from the 80s’. There is a lot of callbacks to the OG Stranger Things (like El and Mike being cousins) and into the origins of this series as well.

Warnings: THIS SHIT IS HEART-WARMING, IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, MF, BECAUSE I LOVE AND YOU MATTER TO ME AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THIS. Also, a lot of fluff. ♥

Word count: 5K

Tagging: @nemodoren @missdictatorme @ysljordy @creedslove @hopperlover

Series master list: H E R E

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Life can go completely crazy once you decide to something insane with it. Like having a wedding with a guy who you love without any judging, yet still being a college student. The big date was set on the first July of 1986, which meant that you had to study for that semester’s finals, take care of the new house you owned, having Eleven moving back and on top of that, you were doing preparations for the wedding. Now, that was what you called busy.

It was quite weird when you once took El to Hawkins High to sign the papers with her, meeting professor Clarke in the process. You let Max and El go to your car while he wanted to have small chit-chat with you.

"How are you and your Hopper doing? Everything fine?" - He started, putting his palms entwined on his chest. After a while, you nodded, being completely confused. After a small rant about your approaching wedding, he proceeded to the thing which was itching his curiosity.

"Have seen Eleven before here a couple of times before. First, if I'm correct, it was in 1983. Then she came to the Snow Ball of 1984... I thought she was Mike Wheeler’s cousin and now I get to know she's your and Hopper’s daughter?" - He asked curiously. What the hell was going on in the fall of 1983? You hadn't known much about that time from El’s perspective, yet Mike mentioned that was the year when they first met. Trying to hide the nervousness and confusion behind a smile, you nodded.

"You know kids, Mr. Clarke. They like to make things up and they don't exactly think about the consequences either. It was probably some joke or whatever." - You giggled, telling yourself that you have to talk to both of them about this. It wasn’t an issue that could bring some great consequences in the future, but it would be weird to see two teenagers who proclaimed being cousins... Well... Holding hands, kissing, and stuff. - "Especially these boys. You know Dustin and Lucas, Mike and Will. They love to make up stories and wild stuff. Sometimes even I don't know what should I believe when they're telling me something. Their imagination is just amazing."

"Right, haven't exactly thought about that. You have any information about Joyce, Will, and Jonathan?" - He asked and this time, he wasnt suspicious. You nodded with a happy smile, telling him all about their life in Maine. You wanted to visit them in there for a short vacation, taking Mike, Lucas, El, and Dustin with you - Steve Harrington told you that he and Nancy would gladly go with you to ride in the second car.

"Mr. Clarke, you're invited to my wedding!" - You yelled at him when you were leaving the corridor, pointing a finger at that slim, tall man with a mustache. - "I hope that you'll come. July the first, party starts at two p.m.!"

But when you sat behind the steering wheel, that was a different story. You looked at Eleven who was sitting at the passenger seat, having a hell of a confused face. - "Cousins? You and Mike told them that you're cousins? Where are we? In Texas or Alabama? For the love of God." - You asked unbelievably. Max on the backseat leaned in with a burst of laughter. She didn't know about that either since she wasnt around at that time.

"It was Mike's idea... And Mike’s a boy and boys are..." - Eleven wanted to defend herself, her brown eyes looking at you while you started the engine. You stopped her by pointing your index finger at her.

"Uh-uh, young lady. Only I can say that boys are stupid and that's because I'm living with your father. We clear?" - You asked with a giggle. They told them that they're cousins... Jesus Christ... You couldn't wait to tell Hopper. It was clear that he will lose it once you'll tell him what Mr. Clarke asked you that day. After taking the girls for some ice-cream, you picked up Hopper at the station, since his shift was just ending. While Eleven ran off with Max to look at the movies int he rent shop Harrington was working at, you entered the police station.

"Afternoon, Flo. Every time I see you, you look better than the last time. How do you do that?" - You asked, leaning your head to your shoulder. You loved that woman so much - you still remembered how much patience she had with you and Hopper at the start.

"You, honey, are going blind. Nice to see you too." - She got up with a giggle, hugging you and kissing both your cheeks. - "The big day.s on its way. How you're feeling? I was so nervous I couldn't sleep a month before it happened."

"Oh, I'm more nervous about my finals than about my wedding. Jim will probably get drunk and he’ll cry in the corner with my father about me being a big girl and stuff. I hope he gave you the invitation card? If he didn't, I swear to God..." - You rolled your eyes, having Flo gently patting your shoulder. The old lady disappeared for a second to snatch you some coffee and a piece of cake. Callahan, Powell nor Hopper noticed you chatting with Flo yet, so you had the time to observe Jim.

He looked way more relaxed as a normal officer. It could be seen that he's happier than that before. He didn't have as much responsibility as he had when he worked on the position of the police chief, even though he was doing an excellent job being the head of Hawkins police. Yet now, he had more time to have fun with the two other men and there was something simple about listening to orders.

"Honey, don't worry about that. The Monday after you said yes, he came to the office yelling that he's about to marry you. For real this time. And the following week he gave the cards to at least half of the station." - Flo chuckled, watching the men as well. It took them a while to notice you standing there but when they did, Hopper immediately started to pack his stuff. Normally, Powell or Callahan drove him home, so it was a nice surprise seeing you standing there.

"How you're doing, girl?" - Powell gave you a tight fatherly hug, have you smiling from ear to ear in the process. - "You're looking tubular. That's how the young call it these days? Also, new haircut?" - The man asked when you gave a short hug to the younger policeman.

"You're about two years late with tubular, dear Powell. But thanks for noticing since this grumpy bastard didn't." - You let Jim slide a hand on your waist, looking at him with your eyebrow risen.

"You know that I still can cancel the engagement?" - Hopper mumbled before stealing a kiss from you. For a short moment, you were just looking at that handsome man before calling him out with: - "It’s more probable that I would do that, baby. So don't try to piss me off."

"And that's the facts. See you around boys, we have a family night." - Hopper waved at them, leading you out of the station, telling you about his day. Max and Eleven were waiting for you outside, holding a few rented movies. You were taking them to the cinema that night, true, but you allowed them to watch some movies in the living room. It was Friday, so neither of them had to wake up for school.

The other few weeks were just crazy - you and Hopper had to choose the flavor of your wedding cake, you had to study for finals hard, there were the dress tests and even three weeks before the wedding, you hadn't found the right one. Steve Harrington, Robin, Nancy, and your mom became the party for each of the tests since Hopper wasnt allowed to see them. The location was paid, the menu was completed, the decorations were also set to go, but the dress...

And also the finals.

You'd swear that you hadn't sweat this hard at the previous exams you were taking. And writing the final essay wasn’t a walk in the park as well. It was the result of many things that happened in 1986: from Hopper being MIA to coming back, buying a home, finishing the reconstructions, having Eleven coming back to your life, the whole proposal, and marriage thing... You straightaway cried when you got the letter you passed and that by the start of the next semester, you'll start a whole year lasting practicum at the children's traumatology in the hospital of Hawkins. That was a miracle happing right there.

After that, it was time to concentrate on the chaos you called "my life". And it was hard sometimes to stay mentally stable. Especially when the countdown to the wedding itself came. It was a week before the first of July when you stopped in the door leading from your bathroom, looking at Jim quietly reading in the bed. You looked like you're about to puke something, your eyes being widened and opened.

"Are you alrite? Somethin’ happened in there?" - Jim put the book down, quickly snatching his new reading glasses from the top of his nose. With the same face, you walked through the bedroom, shaking your head.

"This doesn't look like your nothin’ happened face. What's goin’ on?" - He asked once again when you were purring the pajamas on. Eleven was listening to the Romantics on the second floor, so you heard some parts of A Night Like This resonating through the house.

"Marriage is the scariest of all social constructs I've ever seen." - You started explaining, climbing into the bed next to Jim. Oh, so that was what this was about. - "I mean, two people can live together without having to marry, you know? All it takes is love and time and..."

"You're afraid of bein’ married is what you're tryin’ to say, am I rite?" - Jim chuckled, looking as you tried to figure out the most comfortable position. You settled on your belly, having a small pillow under your breasts, watching Jim sitting next to you. You made a dumb face before nodding.

"You’ll be just fine, trust me. You already have me under your thumb so there's nothin’ to worry about. Come ’ere." - The man chuckled, putting the book on his nightstand to snuggle you.

"It wasnt too hard to domesticate you, but... I'll be Mrs. Hopper next week. If you'd die, I would have the right to have the money from the police office and stuff. It's the legalities that make me anxious." - You mumbled horrified. Suddenly, you jumped when Hopper just started to laugh out loud.

"You haven't even got married and you're already thinkin’ about havin’ me dead? Well, that's nice." - He continued with the laughing, having you chuckling too. - "Trust me. It won't change a thing... Except for your surname."

But even if Hopper assured you a million times, just like your mom and Steve, you still couldn't sleep, couldn't eat and you were sure that as soon as you'll be walking down the aisle, you'll run away with Bon Jovi playing in the background. Steve even offered you that he can ’kidnap’ you so Hopper would have to find you, but you said no that offer, no matter how fun did that sound.

The first of July was the worst day you have ever endured since you had to get up pretty early and you didn't even have a bachelorette party. Hopper left to your parent's place while Robin, Joyce, Nancy, and your mom with Lena gathered at your place. You heard Robin asking your mom if you're fine when she saw you getting up from the bed - your mom had to explain to her that you had a problem with getting up since the day you started kindergarten.

You puked through the first hour they arrived, spending it on the toiled, bawling your eyes out. When they managed to get you out, robin made you do the basic things, like taking a shower, brushing your teeth, and drink at least a cup of coffee to raise your pressure. You were looking like you were about to faint for the last hour and a half.

"If you don't want to marry the man, you shouldn't accept the ring is what I'm saying." - Your mom told you while she and Jules were making a hairstyle on your head. You looked puffy, tired, and not well at all. Nancy was sitting on your bed, reading some girly magazine as well

"I do want to marry him, I just really don’t feel good." - You told them, clearing your nose with a tissue.

"I think it's the nerves that are fucking you up." - Robin got up and stood behind Nance so you could see her in the mirror too. She was speaking in the most boyish manner possible, she never fucked around with you or Steve and that was why you liked that girl so much. - "Read it in my mom's Cosmo." - She shrugged her shoulders, sending you a small smile. You nodded, earning a curse word from your mom who barely cursed.

As soon as everyone made sure they have everything, like dresses, jewelry, and stuff, everyone got into two cars - Eleven, Max, Nancy, and Lena were in one, while in the second one, there was you, your mom, Julia, and Robin. Mom told you that you're even prettier than she was on her big day. Robin knew how to crack you up with her jokes and how to bitch you down in case you had any side thoughts - that was why you chose her to ride with you. Both of your best friends didn't go exactly easy on you and that was why you adored them.

When you saw the church closer and closer, your hands started shaking and your forehead got wet like a helter-skelter. It all felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. You knew Jim for three years almost and there were occasions when he proved to you that he’d go to hell for you. Not even that made you sure if it was all a good idea or not. Take on Me was playing in the background while girls were speaking about the flowers and decoration, so you decided that it was time for a little walk.

A little walk to Bloomington maybe? To run away from all that chaos inside of you? Or something like that? Just when your palm circled the door handle, Robin and Jules walked out of the preparation room. You leaned into the door innocently, having a smile on your face. Both of them knew what were you thinking about, so they walked to you from both sides, both of them entwining their elbow with yours. - "You are not running away. You are not going anywhere, milady. What you're going to do is that you'll dress up to the white dress, look like a princess and you'll make one old grumpy idiot very happy once you say yes." - Robin told you, dragging you back inside the room.

"And then, we'll have a party and you'll drink your ass off with us, understood?" - Julia asked sweetly too. They were two crazy sons of a bitch, so they made you exactly what they said you're going to do. Not even hour from that, you were marching in the back room dressed in white, having too long high-heels on with a veil over your face. You heard Jim coming - it was quite hard not to hear the men arriving. He had a few shots of Scotch or something your dad had at home since he was louder than usual.

As you heard more people, like Karen Wheeler who came in to wish you luck, coming in, you understood that it's happening. You will be a wedded woman in less than an hour. And that was... Surreal. The clapping of high heels intensified as you started to imagine all the horror scenarios again.

"Heard you're having some trouble here." - Jonathan and Joyce snuck into the room to say hi. Joyce was looking breath-taking in the lilac-colored dressed you've sent her to Maine. And that hairstyling? She was killing it. Jonathan was looking breath-taking too, yet his eyes were all over Nancy.

"It's just some slight turbulences." - You chuckled nervously, letting her hug you. After that, she stepped away, taking in the sight of you.

"My oh my, you're something." - Joyce chuckled, hugging everyone in the room as well. - "Hopper is really lucky these days, I mean, look at you. I know you're nervous and all, but as soon as you'll stand in front of him, you won't even remember that, trust me. I've done this too." - She chuckled, making you chuckle nervously as well. Jonathan then patted her shoulder, telling her that they have to get into the right order. She opened up her mouth and giggled excitedly, biting her lip after that. - "See you in ten, baby." - She hugged you for the last time and went outside. Everyone was going outside and you knew that the only person who will be waiting for you once you have to go there too will be your dad.

And he was smiling when you did so.

"You look just beautiful." - Was all he could say when you held the skirt up a bit so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. A smile was all you were capable of before you entwined your elbow with his, looking at the door leading outside for the last time.

"I know what you're thinking about." - He chuckled, looking at the door as well. - "Are you sure about doing it, though? Do you realize what consequences would that have, honey? You'd leave him in there alone, standing in front of all of the people you and he would look like a fool. Jim would be... I wouldn't say angry but disappointed for sure. Maybe he wouldn't talk to you after that for all I know." - Your dad took a deep breath in, straightening himself, making sure he's looking good.

"Believe it or not, I thought about running away too, so that's some genes here. Your mom would never, but I was scared like a little boy. But we’re twenty-six years in and I have never regretted marrying that awesome lady." - He looked down on you. For the first time that day, you were smiling without having some other chaotic feelings inside your head.

"And I mean... I wasn’t the happiest with Hopper at the beginning, but as time went, you two showed everyone in this bloody town what love is supposed to look like. You separated here and there, yes, but you also gave home and love to a girl who needed it. He taught you patience and you taught him to love. That's how it is, baby. And as far as I can say, I think you're doing the right thing. There's no need for second thoughts, no need for looking for a chance to escape because you'll be fine this man no matter what." - Your dad finished and you both had tears in your eyes.

"You’ve been drinking, haven't you?" - You asked to stop yourself from crying, snickering your old man with a burst of honest laughter. He didn't answer, but you saw on his eyes that he had a few glasses with Jim. - "I love you." - You whispered just before the door opened up and the cannon started to play. Everyone was standing up for you and you could see your mom and Jules weeping in the first row. You, one of the craziest and toughest sons of bitches were getting marries. Who would d have thought that it would happen so soon?

It felt weird to walk there, looking everyone you knew in their eyes. Karen and Tim were smiling at you, having Mike by their side and when you were in the middle of the aisle, you heard Joyce started crying as well. She was telling everyone that she's sorry, but everyone was just smiling, having tears in their eyes themselves. No matter how happy everyone felt, you were numb. Completely numb. All you could concentrate on was not falling, on your pulse, and the rhythm of your breathing.

Jim was standing there with his palms entwined in front of him, giving you the warmest smile he ever had. It was there. The last stop where you could turn around and run away from everything. It wasn’t that you didn't love him, for the love of God, you just... You were scared. Even if it wouldn't change your day-to-day life, you knew that it will have an overall impact on everything. When your father gave your hand to James, tears in your eyes could be seen. And Jim knew that these weren’t happy tears.

He remembered the wedding he had with Diane. He felt like throwing up until the ceremony was over, he didn't know if he chose to do the right thing or not, he was fighting himself. And now you were doing the same thing. It was natural and James understood everything since he had gone through all of that once. Marriage was one big unknown. What happens once you'll walk out of the church like a wedded couple? That was a thing no-one, including you, couldn't be sure about. But Hopper knew that this time, he has chosen the right person to go through all of these shenanigans with.

You had endless patience with him - and when James said endless, he meant endless. Eleven, the Russians, the Demogorgons... You absorbed all of that. When he was at his lowest, drinking and taking too many drugs, you made him stand on his feet. When he was acting like a jackass, you acted like one too until he calmed down. When you met, you looked past his temper issues and impressive love life to see him for the man he was. When it came to the terms of having a partner, you were the best person for Hopper. The best one had ever met.

"How you're doin’?" - He asked with a boyish smile when the wedding register spoke to the guests. You nodded, gulping quietly, looking at his palms holding yours. Jesus, he was looking good. He was looking great. If you'd have the chance, you'd undress him as soon as could.

"Pretty good, you?" - You whispered back, finally starting to smile. You didn't know shit from what the man next to you was talking about, the only thing you could see was James just... Smiling. Something about vows woke you up from the trance, looking around to see Steve handing you the cards you have written. Neither of you wanted to have some normal-ass pathetic vows. With your sense of humor, it was clear that this will make a lot of people chuckle.

"James Hopper." - You started, already having a nasty grin on your face. - "We already know that we can make it at our worst and our best. We already tested that we can go through both healthier times and even the times when things aren’t... Exactly good. I promise to occasionally fold your clothes if you'll promise me to start my car in the winter. I promise that I’ll cook you a warm dinner every evening as long as you'll promise me that you'll even come home." - You finished, cracking your mom again. She had her eyes already completely red and Hopper didn't even start. No-one knew what you're talking about, but that was what made the vows even funnier.

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N, soon to be Hopper. I know that I already promised you a lot of things and there will be more things to come, for sure. I have promised you a bed and I delivered it to you. I now promise you in front of everyone that I will repair you the gramophone every time you manage to break it again, I will paint every room in the pomelo color if you ask me to, I will fold my clothes and maybe try to do the laundry sometimes and mostly, I won't ever let anyone hurt you." - He looked you in the eyes, having you on the edge of crying as well. - "And if they will, I will hurt them back."

You both were shaking when you were putting on the rings. Hopper had almost broken your ginger, having you burst out with laughter. When you finally had it on, he kissed it with a warm smile, looking you in the eyes. You’ve done the same thing once you managed to slip it onto his hand. And the sweetest part was when you were finally allowed to kiss him. It was a miracle that you didn't swoop him off his feet since you pulled him down hungrily. They were right. Once the formalities were over and once you signed the piece of paper with both your former surname and the new one, the stress faded away. Happiness overtook the ruddle, having you live your best life.

And when you finally took the dress off, changing into a pair of jeans, your old Converse shoes, and a nice shirt, you were finally feeling it - not until the first dance, of course. The golden ring was looking spectacular on your left hand, being put directly above the silver one you've accepted twice. It also felt heavy, but that was a thing that will go away.

The party started great with you and Hopper taking all of the traditions that came with weddings - cutting the cake, breaking a plate, throwing your flower into the crowd of women, eating from one plate, dancing with Jim and your dad, opening the presents and cards... And of course, there there were the speeches.

Hands down, your parents’ speech made you cry. Aiden made you chuckle. The kids had the most chaotic speech of the evening, six of them trying to talk at one time. Jules told you not to be dumb and to listen to James, at which you rolled your eyes. Joyce made herself cry and Jim’s eyes water, while Jonathan and Nancy’s speech was more about wishing you luck. But Steve Harrington, boy oh boy, wasn’t he something? His speech left you crying.

"So, good evening everyone, my name’s Steve and I’m living in Hawkins since... Ever. And the thing I'm notoriously famous here is the way I was trying to win Mrs. Hopper for years. For your information, I was the best friend of her dearest brother and she often reminds of the times when she saw me running naked around their pool, so, thanks for destroying my self-confidence because no-one is better at it than you." - Steve started on a comedic note, having you laugh into James’ shoulder. He was laughing as well, smoking. - "I won't tell you more about my romantic failures, since, this evening is supposed to be a happy one." - Steve smiled and made you a toast. Nancy was worried that maybe, since he wasnt the best at this type of activity, he’ll say something about the second world war or that he'll start talking about his grandpa, but Jonathan just chuckled at that.

"And I can fell that it is a happy evening for everyone here. The food was great, the ceremony was sweet and you guys are the most adorable couple I've seen ’till this day. Thank you for allowing me to be here with you." - Steve ended and drank a bit of his champagne and so did you. But as always, there was something off about the taste. You frowned, trying to figure out what is wrong with it.

"What's that face for?" - Hopper whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"The wine and the cake... I don't know, Jim, it tasted way better when we were picking it." - You said honestly, having Jim nodding at your remark.

"If you don't like the taste, don't eat it and drink it. What about dance now when we’re done with the speeches? It was lovely, but my ass hurts." - James whispered again, having you laugh and nod. You danced the whole night, not having a single alcoholic drink. But Jules was a different story. Steve from biology had to walk her home because she wouldn't make it on her own. Most you loved dancing with the kids - these lunatics had such dance moves that you didn't know where they got it from, especially Lucas and Dustin.

It was a long day, but once Hopper carried you inside the house, you made exactly what newly wedded couple is supported to do once they arrive home. Eleven was staying at Wheeler’s, which was kind of a gift they gave you. Without telling too many details, you fucked in almost every room in the house, which left Hopper destroyed, laying in the bed at four a.m.

Yet you couldn't fall asleep. Why? Because while your hubby slept in your bed, your face was inside the toilette the whole time. And something on the back of your head was telling you that maybe, it isn't the nerves as Robin told you.

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caladeniablue · 6 years ago

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2019 fanfiction retrospective

@mia-cooper posted a few questions about the best fics for 2019, which, for once, I thought I could answer (because usually the questions on Tumblr are so complicated, I’ll be 83 before I can even dream of responding).

1. Best fic(s) you read all year, and why?

I’ll nominate the entire collection: Who by Fire: The Merry Month of Cohen. Twenty-six Star Trek fics, inspired by Cohen’s fantastic songs. It was a tour-de-force to organise it and keep it going, and my hat’s off to @mia-cooper for all her hard work.

Among those, the one who stood up for me was Take This Waltz by BlackVelvet42. A Star Trek Voyager fic which pushes you over the edge, logically and inexorably. You’ll lose your heart reading that one. Guaranteed.

2. Best fic(s) you published all year, and why?

Fractured is easily my best Star Trek Voyager fic of the year. Its exclusive focus on the people surrounding the person with PTSD resonated with the readers. I am proud of the angle I took which had not been done before to my knowledge.

For a much more fluffy fic, I nominate The Teddy Bear which was my first 100% foray into the Stargate SG-1 fandom. A Sam/Jack fanfic which will warm up your little hearts and was great fun to write.

3. Favourite opening line(s) in a fic you published in 2019:

‘The first time, it's not his fault. If he was still playing hockey, what he’d done would be considered a minor penalty. At most. There were extenuating circumstances after all.’

From Not One of the Guys, another Stargate fic. I do love Jack and the way he always knew Sam was special.

4. Favourite closing line(s):

‘Only then do the three small words she never said come pouring out of her—an avalanche of them, sliding down like loose sand until they settled around their tangled bodies. Until her voice falters and stops.

Until silence is the only sound left within the dark walls.’

From Angle of Repose, a Star Trek Voyager fic. Not to be read if you are feeling down.

5. The fic that was best received, and your favourite comment(s) on it:

Earth is But an Idea, a Stargate SG1 x Star Trek Voyager crossover I am very proud of because it’s long, it’s got a plot, and it ends well, which is a rather rare combination for me.

Not only is it my best 2019 fic, it is my best ever story since I started posting on AO3 three years ago, in terms of kudos, comments and hits, which is very gratifying.

TBH, all comments were so supportive and the readers so involved in the story, it was a pleasure to read them first thing in the morning.

The differences between the comments on AO3 and the reviews on fanfiction,net were surprising though. Almost as if there were from totally different worlds, and another reason for me to ditch ffnet for good this year.

6. The fic you wish had gotten more love:

Frankly, I am more surprised by the love that some of the fics I thought were not deserving, so I am not bothered with the ones who got a bit less.

7. How many fandoms you wrote for in 2019, and which inspired you most:

Two fandoms! Yeah!

Star Trek Voyager, my main fount of ideas since I started posting in 2015/16, and this year, for the first time, Stargate SG1. I watched both shows with my daughter, and I’m sure she got her sheer willpower from cheering Janeway and Sam Carter. Those two characters rock.

8. Your favourite pairing(s) to write for:

Janeway/Chakotay, by default, although I will read anybody Janeway wants to / with. Sam/Jack because I loved them.

9. What you’re writing now/next:

So happy you asked. Well, I have got a fic for @25daysofvoyager coming up on the 16th Dec, plus a small angsty Voyager fic to make sure I don’t end up the year with a fluffy feel-good fic. That won’t do at all. I’ve got a reputation to uphold here.

10. Writing goals for 2020 (word count? new fandoms/pairings? anything?):

I am going to reach 100k posted words by the end of December, so I am not making any word count goals for next year. But I would like to post two long fics in 2020 as I need to learn to better plot and outline. As far as 2020 resolutions, that will do me. And a couple more SG1 fics. And maybe another SG1 x STV crossover. And....

Finally, my thanks to all the members of the @voyager-book-club for being so supportive and fun to talk to, and all the betas who read and commented on my (nearly perfect) drafts with their usual good will and great expertise: @devoverest, @ariella884, @cnrothtrek, BlackVelvet42, @keiraniels, @mia-cooper, @noonebutusgalliformes, @kate-coleman-writes, and @curator-on-ao3.

And now, back to you, dear fic writer. What was the best fic you read this year?

#ficrecs #year in review #star trek voyager #stargate sg1

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loyalty2waystreet · 6 years ago

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Hey! Could I please request number 83) “It’s always been you.” For Malex, please. Thank you!😊

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Michael goes that extra mile (fifty actually) on their anniversary.

It’s nearing thirteen years since their first kiss in the dusty old UFO Emporium, and although the path had been littered with meteor sized speed humps, they’re finally in a happy place.

For Alex, it had been a long journey to loving himself enough to let Michael love him publicly, and without conditions or boundaries.

For Michael, knowing that he loved Alex wasn’t the problem. The waiting, the second, third and tenth chances, were. Every time Alex walked away it was hard to take. Sometimes Michael wouldn’t see him for weeks, but he always let Alex back in, because somewhere deep in his heart he just knew that Alex was ‘the one’.

Michael had spent the last few weeks in his workshop, planning something special for their anniversary. They’d agreed to include the time apart, as they both decided mutual pining and self-destructive behaviour counted.

On the night of their anniversary, Michael arrives to pick Alex up in his rusty old pickup truck, just as the sun is disappearing behind the mountains. Alex looks curiously at the tarp covering something large in the back, raises his eyebrows, and gives his boyfriend a peck on the cheek.

“Happy Anniversary, babe,” Alex greets, smile large and genuine.

Michael reaches across and grasps Alex’s chin, lovingly stroking his thumb against the stubble. “The big thirteen, hey?” He pecks Alex on the lips, reaches for the seatbelt and slowly pulls it across Alex’s body, without losing eye contact. Then clicks it in with a wink, precious cargo secured.

They drive for forty minutes. They’re now on a dirt road surrounded by desert grasslands, and the last house Alex has seen was twenty miles ago.

“That’s not the completed space pod in the back, is it? Not sure how I feel about being abducted and probed on our anniversary,” Alex jokes lightly.

Michael snorts and raises his eyebrows suggestively. Home is here now, and he’s long since given up on that project; the space ship that is, not the probing.

“Alex Manes, you love being probed by me, don’t try and deny it!”

“Guilty,” Alex replies, grinning.

Michael makes a left turn off the dirt road, slows his speed and to Alex’s alarm turns the headlights off, then rolls to a stop.

“I’m going to blindfold you now,” Michael purrs, as he un-clips his own seatbelt and climbs into Alex’s lap. Alex’s fingers search clumsily for Michael’s face as Michael plops a kiss on his nose, that was aimed at his forehead. Alex laughs, but it’s short lived as Michael finds his mouth and silences him.

Michael has never lacked passion. When he kisses Alex, it’s with everything he has. They feel fused together. Chests and groins pressed flush, fingers dancing over every erogenous zone, along with softly whispered nothings, make Alex feel like they are the only two people existing at that moment.

Car sex isn’t what Michael had planned (well, this early on), but if he doesn’t get off Alex that’s what’s about to happen. Pulling away slightly and giving Alex another little nip to the lower lip, he searches out his phone on the dash and flicks on the torch.

“There you are gorgeous,” he worships, pressing his forehead to Alex’s. “Now hold still, this won’t take long.”

Michael reaches an arm behind his seat where he’s hidden a homemade blindfold.

Alex watches him wide-eyed as an unwanted fear creeps up inside him. “Guerin, are you seriously going to blindfold me?”

“Sure am,” Michael replies enthusiastically, face softening when he sees how anxious Alex looks. “Hey,” he soothes, fingers sliding into the hair at Alex’s nape, “It’s not much further, and if it’s too much I can take it right off, okay?”

“Hmm,” Alex mumbles, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I trust you, just don’t speed, and talk to me the whole time.”

Michael beams at him, “I will.”

Michael gently ties the blindfold on, and Alex relaxes slightly when he realises it’s made from a flannelette shirt that still smells like Michael’s cologne.

It’s only a two-minute drive until they stop again, but true to his word, Michael natters on about Max, and the clay pigeon shooting they used to do using beer cans and his powers. Alex can feel how happy that memory makes Michael.

Michael gets out of the truck, then Alex hears his own door open.

“I��m going to help you out, are you okay?” Michael asks, taking his hand and giving it a soft pull.

Alex nods, then realises its pitch black out here and stammers out a “Yep.”

Michael is so very gentle with him, slinging an arm around his waist and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as they walk the few steps needed.

“Okay, stop here,” he directs, then takes Alex’s hand and squeezes lightly. “I just have to grab something from the truck and then I’ll be right with you, okay?”

“Okay,” Alex answers, now thoroughly intrigued as to what’s going on. I mean, they are in the middle of nowhere. He hears Michael jostling what he thinks is the tarp, off the truck.

Michael hotfoots it to the covered power cord that he’s left there earlier and runs it back toward the pickup, throws the tarp off and plugs it into the generator he’d loaned from the police station. He takes a moment as he holds his finger over the power button to breathe, and triple check his pocket.

He calls out, “Babe, slide your blindfold off,” then flicks the power button on. Alex slides the blindfold off.

About fifty feet away a green neon sign starts flickering to life, with the words, ‘I love you’, on it. The sign illuminates the ground beneath; where hay bales, blankets, a fire pit, a guitar and even a fridge are all beautifully set up.

Alex couldn’t smile any harder if he tried. He feels Michael arrive at his side, just as the second sign, in pink neon, lights up.

‘Marry Me?’

And as it hits him, what this night is about and the effort that Michael has gone to, he feels Michael; now down on one knee, tugging at his sleeve.

Michael, his everything, is looking up at him with so much love that Alex’s breath actually shudders in his chest. Tears form in the corner of his eyes as Michael opens the ring box.

“It’s always been you, Alex. I don’t ever want to be without you, you’re my family, my best friend, my lover, my whole world, and I-“

Alex yanks him up mid-sentence and kisses him so forcefully and fully that Michael has to push back slightly for breath.

“Yes,” Alex shouts, laughing as Michael tries to catch his breath, “I can’t believe you did all of this for me, the signs? That must’ve taken you forever. It’s so perfect, and I love you so much,” Alex babbles as Michael slides the ring onto this finger.

Michael pulls him into a hug and fake drawls in his ear, “You cut my speech off, man. I was going to say, I would be the luckiest cowboy alive if you were the horse, I always got to ride!”

Alex’s body ripples with laughter against him.

“You’re such a cowboy,” Alex laughs, leaning in for a kiss. They stand together under the stars, slowly swaying and kissing, it’s perfect.

The cool night air eventually sends a shiver through Alex’s body. “How about we go make use of that fire now? And I have some ideas about how we can use those hay bales later, too,” Alex suggests, and batts his eyelashes innocently.

“Well Captain, good thing I bought my cowboy hat!” Michael replies, soft eyes smiling at Alex as he takes him by the hand.

#malex #malex fic #fluff #malex-love-letters

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bluekayanite · 6 years ago

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(SU/SU:F Observations/Theory) More on the SU Moon

So I've been convinced for awhile that the moon appearing in Steven Universe eps (and at least one of the books) is NOT RANDOM. The first four eps of Steven Universe: Future helped solidify this for me even further.

So here's what I think the appearance of the moon means, as well as a number of my moon-related observations from the original SU.

EDIT (Dec 16, 2019): Corrected a detail that I missed/got wrong. =3 EDIT2 (Dec 17, 2019): Added another detail. ^w^

So, I believe that an important person from the Gem War has been imprisoned in the observation orb in the Diamond base.

(The force field is for extra insurance, filtering out anyone who might intend to do a rescue.)

Like the mirror that Lapis was trapped in, I believe that this prisoner can see what's going on through the orb's observation functions. When this person is watching, the moon will appear.

When this person is paying closer attention than usual, the moon will often be bright and/or full... it may even be pink.

Sometimes, when this person is watching hard, even the sunset (or sunrise) will be pink.

I believe that - like with the search robonoids in Off-Colors - Rose's sheild wasn't enough to black out White Diamond's mind control powers.

I believe that the prisoner on the moon is the real Pink Diamond.

The Prisoner is Certainly Interested in Pink's Stuff

The reason I decided to write this is because of the moon's presence in the third and fourth eps of SU:F, Rose Buds and Volleyball - eps that would certainly be relevant to Pink Diamond's interests, because they're about Gems that would more-than-likely be important to her. The moon shows up a LOT in Rose Buds, and is often on the bright side.

Granted, most of the appearances are in the same background of Steven's Room, during the slumber party - I omitted about half the shots because they'd be redundant. XD; Still, it's quite a bit for the amount of show it's in.

That said, it doesn't start showing up until after the Rose Quartzes came to Steven's house. And Crewniverse definitely took some creative liberties for *where* it appears. For example, it's seen in *almost* the same place in the sky for both night and day shots of the house.

The moon doesn't work that way. XD It's going to appear to go across the sky, just like the sun does, and at about the same rate. The amount of shift that it does have would only suggest a change of... maybe a half-hour, if that. Certainly not enough time to go from broad daylight to a dark, starry sky. Another thing is that, even though the moon is shown on the opposite side of the house from Steven's new sliding-doors, you can see it through the sliding doors. XD

Also: even though you normally see it through the left side of the doors, it switches to the right side, just for this one shot.

So it really seems to me like they're trying to emphasize "the moon is there!" I can't think of a reason why they would do that, unless it were important to the story... in this case, a story about a few Rose Quartzes, who Pink made. (I like to imagine that it's like she's trying to press her nose to the door. XD)

Now in Volleyball, while most of the shots are indoors, the shots of the house include the moon... again, in both day (right at the beginning of the ep) and night (right at the end of the ep), and again, in about the same position in the sky for both day and night.

Though this time the moon even changes phases, going from quarter-moon to a full one. Again, the moon doesn't work that way! It takes a week to go between a quarter-moon and a full moon. (It's also one of the times when its on the brighter side.)

So again, I don't think this'd be done unless it were important to the story. Again, the story is about a Gem that Pink (probably) made, and who is probably important to her. I've already mentioned that I suspect that a full moon means that Pink is paying extra-close attention - this suggests to me that Pink Pearl really was that important to Pink.

...I could only imagine what Pink would be feeling. She might be a that the Pearl (esp. the pink one) seem to be doing okay, but what they think about her would probably be awkward at best. ...more likely it would be painful though IMO - one of the Gems who she was really closest to has forgotten who she really is.

The Moon-Prisoner Seems Interested in Steven and the Crystal Gems

Okay... so I haven't actually scanned through all the SU eps to see where the moon shows up, but here are the things I have noticed:

The moon shows up a lot when Steven and Connie are together - as does the pink-sky thing.

In Sworn to the Sword, the moon is actually full briefly during the Jam Buds song... and then instantly changes to a quarter-moon. This is extra weird moon-behavior, since it's actually impossible for the moon to be full during the day, since it has to be on the opposite side of the Earth from the sun to be full. XD She's gotta be paying really close attention - not to mention be very POWERFUL - if she managed that. X3

(And yes, I'm sure it's not the sun. The sun isn't made of two shades of blue.)

Anyway, the moon is there for two of Greg's stories.

It's also there for Garnet's wedding. ;3

(Looks to me like Pink's a 'shipper. =3 X3 It even shows up during Gemcation, when Connie and Steven aren't talking.)

It's there, full, and bright, for ALL of the wrestling matches. (Seriously, ALL of them.)

It's hard to see after Tiger and Puma get beaten, but it's there.

It's bright and pink when Steven is having trouble with his cat fingers - possibly suggesting freak-out.

Speaking of freak-out, the moon shows quite a bit during the Heart of the Crystal Gems arc, after "the Reveal" - as do pink sunsets.

In The Question, there's also a higher rate of pink-colored, diamond-shaped stars with a halo around them - something else that I think could be a clue that the prisoner's watching... maybe even trying to communicate.

She also seemed to be watching during the fiasco with the communications tower (where the moon is explicitly used to show the passing of time).

...and may have checked in out of worry, after. Specifically, on Amethyst.

And seemed to have watched for the resolution. =‘3

It's hard to miss the moon at the end of Rose's Scabbard.

She also apparently watches Beach-A-Palooza - the moon is even noticeably pink during Sadie's Song!

(...though admittedly, the pink may be harder to notice against my marks. XD; )

There's some INTENSE pink-sunset going on in Raising the Barn, when a fellow prisoner is thinking about running away. (Plus a half-moon, after it's too late to stop her.)

She may have noticed when Lars - a friend of Steven's - went missing.

She may have even followed Buddy’s adventures.

I even wonder if she somehow got Lion to go get Steven out from the ocean in Escapism.

Overall, the impression that I get from when and how the moon appears is sort of a curious, excitable, and supportive (and/or worrying) feeling. And it would seem to me like the prisoner enjoys entertainment, much like Pink is established to. ;3

The Moon is Conveniently Absent for Certain Plot Points

Like I hinted at, there don't appear to be any signs of the moon in either Little Homeschool or Guidance. In fact, other than when Jasper first arrives, the moon hasn't shown AT ALL when either Jasper or Smokey have been involved - and even when Jasper first arrives, it's a stretch, because you have to count seeing the moon from the hand-ship, where I'm not sure the orb could look into.

Though I guess the sky could be considered pink after the crash... (I'd say it's more of a light/pale red, though - not quite "pink" range.)

And the sky is definitely pink at the end of Back to the Kindergarten - an ep that Smokey appeared in.

Still, it seems plausible that the prisoner doesn't know much about what's happened with Jasper, and she might not know about Smokey (or the other with-Gem Steven-Fusions) at all. I'm thinking there's a pretty good chance that there's going to be an ep where Pink meets Jasper, and there's some shock involved (on both sides).

Similarly... one of my theories is that Smokey's freckles are a recessive trait indirectly inherited from Pink, who had to hide her own freckles. (They're the only truly new trait gained when Steven fuses with one of the CGs.)

I think this might be setting up for a pleasant surprise on a first-meeting with Smokey. =3

There are other points where it seems like she missed something important - for example, there's no sign of the moon during Pearl's most famous song... or anywhere else in Mr. Greg.

I've also yet to see the moon any time when the other Diamonds were on Earth. (Though it does show up after they've already left...)

And... well, while the sky is pink through much of the movie, I think that's caused by the injector, not the moon-prisoner. The only time you see the moon during the *actual story* is during Independent Together. (Plus one of halo'd stars that I think could also be important.)

So... depending on where her focus was, the prisoner may, or may not, have noticed Spinel.

...And even if she did, she probably hasn't seen Spinel's newer form.

(It also shows during Steven's recap - one place where it seems like she might be watching proudly. =3)

(...Come to look, it really looks like the rings of light coming off the moon are focused toward Steven, too. 83)

I think it's also possible that the moon disappearing could mean that the prisoner's stopped watching. For example, while the moon was clearly above the communications hub near the end of Cry For Help, it disappears when Sugilite knocks it down.

I also realized while gathering screenies that the moon isn't found in Sadie's Song after Barb goes to get more glitter. (I'd previously assumed that Pink was watching all the way through, but now I'm not so certain.)

Granted, it's possible that both these cases were meant to declutter... I certainly don’t think that just because the moon is missing in a specific shot means that the prisoner isn’t watching at that very second. For example, there are a number of moonless shots in The Question that come in-between shots with the moon.

(In general, I believe that if the moon shows up outside, before an important scene inside, then it means that she’s watching throughout the indoor scene - possibly throughout the whole ep, even.)

It's also possible that, since they actually were keeping track of the moon's position in Sadie's song, it just didn't show after the glitter-run because the camera never faces toward it. Still, it did seem like they fudged its location when they showed the empty stage, so that seems like a stretch.

Though now, I'm thinking there's a really good possibility that, since they both looked like they were leading toward trainwrecks (even if it was only the case one of those times), she couldn't bring herself to watch. =D;

Maybe she has even more trouble with anxiety than I realized...

The Moon is in the Openings

So I couldn't find any sign of the moon in the first two eps of SU:F, but you can see it in the opening.

((SIde note: I really love when Peridot is doing cute stuff. =3))

The moon has always been in the SU openings - you can find pink sunsets in them, too (though not the one for SU:F) - it's one reason why the moon and the sky seem so important to the story, to me. =3

EDIT: It took me awhile to notice, but you can also find some pink sky in the SU:F opening! =D

It’s just mixed in with a blue sky, during the day, instead of a sunset, which usually has orange.

(The way I read it, I guess you could say that Pink was part of the group shot, too. =3 Anyway...)

I find it kind of odd that the moon only shows up for Amethyst in the first intro... though I guess it makes sense that it'd at least show for one of Pink's Gems. XD;

EDIT2: Oh! And not only is there pink sky during the songs, but you can sometimes find it during the ep title. =3

But yeah, this is another one of those places where it seems to me like Pink's offering support, following Steven's adventures. In a way, it kind of feels to me like she's always been a part of those adventures - or at least, like she wanted to be. 3′=

#su:f theory #su moon #su:f moon #su:f #steven universe: future #rose quartz wasn't pink diamond #image heavy

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next-gen-ninja-official · 6 years ago

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Season 1: Next Gen Ninja Episode 4: Night Life

(Sorry for the delay! Uncontrollable circumstances happened last week! I hope you enjoy this chapter and that it makes up for the delay!)

Everyone was at Skylor's table, eating breakfast. However, it was oddly silent. Somehow, the Smith siblings were just as quiet as Lucas. Zack wasn't even touching — or zapping — his food.

To Skylor, something was definitely up, and she sighed, putting down her chopsticks, "What's going on?"

The kids all turned to look at her.

"Out with it," Skylor crossed her arms, "Clearly something happened as Spike and Amber are never silent and last time I checked, Lucas didn't have a cut on his cheek."

The kids then looked at each other, then Lucas, causing the boy to sigh. "Alright," he muttered, "It started when I ran off in the middle of the night…"

*****

Outside a window, Lucas hid, ducking down in case anyone may see him. Watt was following close by and watch as his friend zipped up his jacket and pulled on the hood. Being black, even the dragon had a bit of difficulty seeing the boy's torso. It was definitely better than leaving his white shirt exposed, as it was much brighter and more obvious in the dark. "Come on," the boy soon told the dragon in a hushed whisper, "I need you to see if anyone is inside."

With a yip, the Energy Dragon climbed on top of the boy and hopped into the windowsill. After a little bit, Watt turned to Lucas and purred, smiling.

"Good job Watt," Lucas praised, standing up. The boy then checked the window, testing if it was locked. Unfortunately for him, it was. But things were about to get worse.. as he failed to notice his sister running up behind him.

“There you are!” She whisper-shouted. “You know how worried I was?! I can’t believe you’d put yourself in such danger!”

"Luna," Lucas whispered, looking at her, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied but… I knew you'd try to stop me and unfortunately we are the only people with any idea what happened to our parents. I'm not saying I want to do this Luna. I'm saying that I need to do this. Whether you help me or not is up to you but.. I-I can't let Mom and Dad be captured or worse! I just.." The boy went down to a mumble, his sister's powers allowing her to hear, "I just want everyone to be safe.."

The girl sighed, taking her brothers hands, “Lucas, I understand that.. but we’d be way more likely to save them if we had help."

"I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN UP EARLIER!" a familiar voice shouted, "THEY GOT HERE FIRST!"

"Shut up Spike," another familiar voice spoke up, "At least I'm not drawing attention."

"Powerhoarder," Spike grumbled.

"Well," Lucas looked at the two arguing between each other, then Luna, "I guess they're our help. I mean.. Dad said we were all a team, right?.."

Luna sighed, rubbing her forehead in annoyance, “Guess so..”

"Spike, Amber," Lucas called out to them, "Come on, we need your help."

"Of course you do," Spike smirked before running over.

"Please, he needs me more!" Amber countered as she ran over as well.

Lucas gave a sigh and spoke to them in a whisper as they got close, "Just keep your voices down." After getting a raised eyebrow from one sibling and an eye roll from the other, Lucas turned back to the window, attempting to open it. Fortunately, it seemed to be unlocked.

Sliding open the window, Lucas climbed inside, taking his time. He wanted to be as quiet as possible. Luna followed suit, seemingly getting the message. As for Amber and Spike, They were both trying to get in at the same time and ending up stuck.

"Move your big head and ego!" whispered-shouted Amber to her brother, "I'm trying to get through!"

"Then get your body out of the way!" Spike snapped back in a whisper.

Lucas turned around to put a finger to his lips towards them as he snuck around. With their small, shared space, however, the two siblings didn't really care. That is, until they finally fell inside the building after an uncomfortably long shuffling match. Luna shook her head at the scene while they dusted themselves off.

"Hey, isn't this the room Dad was put in?" Amber quietly pointed out, looking around.

Almost everything seemed as if Kai had never been there, though. It was odd really. Hard to imagine anything happened, but it left Lucas in thought. How could they possibly be left without a trace of him or even hear nothing at all? He tried to wrap his head around it, yet nothing added up.

"Yeah, it is," Luna mumbled as she looked around.

A yip was then heard followed by some scratching. Lucas hurried over to crouch over where his dragon was. Watt yipped at him then scratched underneath the couch. "Hey guys," Lucas whispered, "I think Watt found something. We need to move the couch though."

"Alright, then move out of the way," her quietly huffed, going to the left side of the couch to pull it from the wall, with little success.

"I'll help," Lucas offered in a soft voice.

Amber huffed at this, her pride attacked. She did not resist Lucas, however, as she knew she couldn't move the couch on her own. If only Spike wasn't there to watch.

Spike oddly enough, wasn't watching. He was unlocking the door. "I'm going ahead," he turned to the others and spoke in barely a whisper, "After all, I have fire powers, I can see in the dark." Before anyone could say anything, he turned the knob and opened the door while producing a small fire in his other hand to see with.

"Wait!" Lucas called out, "I'm coming too!" He hurried over, leaving the couch to the two girls and the dragon.

"Then hurry up, slowpoke," the other boy huffed, allowing Lucas to catch up.

"Of course they leave us here," Amber mumbled, "Now come help with the couch, will you?"

“Watt, what do you smell?” Luna looked at the small creature.

'Smells a bit like a human.. and bad,' the dragon gave a bit of a growl at the end.

"Hey, I think I see my dad's phone under here," Amber whisper-yelled to Luna as she looked under the couch..

“Does it look cracked? If so, we can assume there was a struggle.”

"Yeah, it took a hit," Amber pulled it out from under the couch, pressing the power button, "Yet it still works, if you count being in 'Emergency Signal Mode', whatever that is. It won't even open without some program activation, which is dumb if you can't open the phone."

"Well, let's take it with us," Luna suggested, "Lucas might know something."

*****

As the girls were busy in the first room they entered, the boys were exploring the room they had been gathered in. Nothing seemed out of place, but they couldn't leave a single place unchecked.

"See anything?" Spike asked, deciding nothing important was in any of the drawers of the furniture.

"No," Lucas sighed as he checked the windows, all of which were locked. This only made things more confusing for the boy. How did his suspect get in?..

"Then let's move on," Spike suggested, "Maybe we can try and follow where everyone's parents are."

"But that won't be easy unless we split up," Lucas brought up,"If only we had more help."

"Well, we don't," Spike brought up, "Now I'm heading where my uncle went. You check the kitchen."

Lucas sighed, "I can't see."

"Aren't you supposed to be able to use that 'Gold Powder' or whatever?" Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Golden Power," Lucas corrected, "As far as controlling it.. well.." He gave a sheepish look, "That's debatable at best…"

"Well, you're on your own," Spike then walked off, leaving Lucas in the dark.

Lucas shook his head and stuck to the lighting provided by the windows as he looked for a reasonable path to find the kitchen.

It wasn't long before he saw a couple of light shining down the hall. Quickly, he turned to see not only the source of the light, but someone accompanying it.

"Greetings," the small Nindroid smiled, not at all whispering, "Jewel told me to come find you and the others who ran off. She was worried for your safety."

"Can you at least keep it down?" Lucas whispered, trying not to draw attention.

"Lucas," Jewel spoke in a hushed manner, "we should head back."

"How did you even get here?" Lucas asked in a hushed tone, concerned.

"We walked through the front door along with Zack and Lilly," Robert replied on a lower volume setting, "They were concerned about all of you, so they joined us."

"... We're not alone," Lucas mumbled, eyes wide.

"What do you mean?" Jewel asked, confused, "We're all in the building."

"I believe," a voice spoke up from seemingly nowhere, not at all hushed, "he meanss me." From behind, a large white snake revealed itself, fading into view, "I mussst apologize, I thought I'd be alone here, ssso I'm ssorry to ssay that I can't let you leave here alive." The snake glared at them with its last comment, pulling from its side one of the four Silver Fangblades.

"Pythor," Lucas growled, now speaking normally, "I had a feeling you did this." Then he turned to Jewel and Robert, "RUN!"

The kids didn't waste a second. They all ran off to escape the snake. Eventually, they locked themselves into one of the music rooms, hiding amidst the instruments and equipment from the Anacondrai that lurked in the hall.

"Now what?" whispered Jewel, "We can't go back out there!"

Lucas was sparking with green energy, as he tried to stay calm, mumbling to himself, "I can't believe I said that…"

"It is preferred that you take deep breaths to relax," Robert smiled, speaking quietly.

Lucas nodded a bit, and after a few minutes, his breathing became more regulated, the Sparks gone. "Th-thanks," he mumbled, "Not that it helps with Pythor.."

"Speaking of which, what are we going to do about Pythor?" Jewel asked.

"If we do not act, it is 83% likely Pythor will attack the rest of us," Robert responded, "If we run now, there is a 77% chance he will capture us."

"The others!" Jewel gasped, "I almost forgot about them! We have to do something!"

Lucas was silent for a minute then spoke up, "Wh-what if we fight him?"

"Are you crazy?!" Jewel whisper-yelled, "I can't even do a ground pound!"

Lucas sighed, "Well, crazy runs in my family. You can blame my dad for passing that on, but we can't let Pythor get to the others. In fact, I may have a plan, but we will have to split up. Robert will come with me and show me where my father went while you go and warn the others, Jewel."

"Alright, but I don't like this," with that, Jewel carefully made her way to the door to unlock it and snuck out, closing it behind her and ran off to find the others. As for Lucas and Robert, the former of the two signaled the latter to wait. Pythor may be waiting for them.

*****

It was about ten minutes before Lucas headed towards the door, nodding for Robert to come with him. The Nindroid did so, and they quietly made their way out.

"Follow me," the Nindroid quietly instructed as he headed down the hall.

*****

"Guys!" Jewel whisper-yelled to Luna, Amber, and Zack, who had found them earlier, "We have a problem and need to leave!"

"What?!" Amber almost rose above a whisper-yell.

"Pythor is here," Jewel quickly explained, "We need to leave, he's going to kill us! Lucas has a plan, but we need to leave now! Where's Spike and Lilly?!"

"We.. don't know…" Luna mumbled, "Last one who saw Spike was Lucas…".

'I can help!' Watt yipped before sniffing the air and running out the door before yipping at Jewel, 'Follow me!'

"Alright, I'll admit it, I really wish I had a dragon," Jewel spoke to no one in particular while looking at Watt before turning back to the humans in the room, "Come on! We're following a dragon."

"Well of course," Amber rolled her eyes, "Spike is the stupid one after all."

"Lilly.." Zack mumbled, seemingly looking at Jewel.

There was then a whine from the dragon as it backed into the room.

"Huh?" Jewel looked at the dragon then out into the hall to see not just Lilly and Spike, but a Serpentine holding them.

"Ssorry," Pythor grinned, "I've sseem to have forgotten my invitation."

"LET ME GO!" Spike shouted as he tried to kick the Anacondrai, his arms currently held against his body just as Lilly's were.

Jewel started backing up, "Stay back!"

"Why, that'sss no way to treat a guesst," the Serpentine slithered closer, the Silver Fangblade in a sheath against his side.

*****

"Sore wa doko ni aru?! (Where is it?!)" Lucas was looking up down the hall, mumbling to himself, "I swear I checked every room!"

"My scanner indicates an object has been placed under the carpet," Robert announced.

"LET ME GO!"

Lucas looked up, "Spike.. Robert, we need to hurry, please show me where you found the object."

"Certainly," the Nindroid smiled, happy to help.

*****

The two kids were then tossed into the group as Pythor grabbed the Fangblade he brought with him. "Now," he chuckled, "I shall sssee to your demisse."

As the children, and the dragon, got ready to defend themselves, Pythor swung his tail from behind to knock them all back and onto the ground.

Spike was the first to try and get up, being met by a Fangblade in-between his eyes.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," the snake spoke, yet his strike was interrupted.

"PYTHOR!" a familiar voice rang out.

"Lucas?!" Luna knew her brother anywhere, but what was he thinking?! "Lucas, get out of here!" she begged.

The Anacondrai turned to face the child who called his name. "Sso, the brat really had hisss own little brat," the serpent hissed, "How.. annoying!"

"Not as annoying as you!" the child retorted.

While the Anacondrai was focused on Lucas, Robert snuck by to get to the others and spoke at a low volume, "You must leave now, follow me."

The dragon whined, worried for Lucas, and looked to the boy.

"It will be alright," the Nindroid replied, "We must leave now so that if he needs help, we can do so."

In the end, they reluctantly agreed to escape through the window the first few of them entered, Luna praying to the Golden Dragon that her brother will make it out.

*****

The Anacondrai quickly knocked Lucas to the floor, pinning him with his tail. A hiss escaped his scaly lips as he tried to stab the boy, who moved at the last second, instead leaving a long scratch down his cheek. Blood began to leak from it.

"If you won't stay still," the snake wrapped his tail around the boy, lifting him, "Then I'll make you!" The boy was then thrown against a wall.

Lucas was in pain, he hurt all over, but he couldn't let Luna get captured.. as Pythor will surely kill her. He brought out the golden dagger Robert helped him find and after mumbling a quick prayer, got up and ran to attack.

Blade met Fangblade. The boy struggled against the superior strength of the serpent. He feet was then knocked from under him by Pythor's tail. If he died today, Lucas hoped it was worth it.

Once again, the Anacondrai held him down, this time around his neck, making it hard for.the boy to breathe, the dagger dropping from his hand as he tried to pry the Serpentine's tail off of himself.

He could hear the chuckling of the Anacondrai. It hurt, but not as much as the regret he felt. Why did he think he could do this?! Why did Luna ever believe in him?! 'What would she tell me?..' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes, 'What would Mom and Dad say?..'

'I believe in you Lucas, I know you can do it! You're stronger than you know! Nothing can hold my brother back when he puts his mind to it!'

'Everyone has an inner strength, Lucas. It may take time ta find, but if you keep your heart open, I know you shall stronger than even your father.'

'Remember, it's not about the strength of the ninja in the fight, it's about the strength of the fight in the ninja! So, no matter what, you must always get back up and show the world you won't back down!'

'They're right,' Lucas opened his eyes, 'I can't give in. But what can I do?.. I already feel my breath getting shorter… Pythor is way too strong to face alone! But.. I'm not really alone am I?.. In a way, my dad, my mom and even Luna are by my side. So, I can do this! I have to for them!' He then looked to the Anacondrai, a growing face of determination setting in as the Serpentine grinned, 'I will win! I won't give in!' Then, his eyes went blank. A golden glow surrounding the boy as he took hold of the snake's tail.

The Anacondrai hissed and pulled back his tail as he felt the child's hands become as hot as a stovetop. "I'll get you for that!" Pythor glared at the boy who picked up the dagger, but got no response from them. Unless a flaming dagger counted as one.

The child ran at the snake, jumping over its tail as it slashed the flaming dagger across the Serpentine's chest. Another hiss erupted from the snake as it slithered back. It attempted to rush the boy, that is until a fireball found its way in front of him, coming from the boy's other hand. The boy then jumped and kicked the snake in the head with a flaming kick. It was an understatement to say that the Serpentine didn't expect this.

The Anacondrai soon cloaked itself with its surroundings, but the boy wasn't afraid. Putting the dagger in his pocket, he instead set the area around him on fire and spread it to chase away the Anacondrai.

The boy waited for it to return, but Pythor never came back. The other kids, however, did, and Lilly was quick to put out the fires as Lucas regain his awareness, shaking and holding his head, wishing his headache would go away, wherever it came from. In fact, where had Pythor gone?..

"Lucas!" Luna ran to her brother, "Are you ok?! Robert apparently had infrared sensors and holographic imaging technology that could see what was going on! He said Pythor was choking you then you burned him and fought back and even scared him away!"

"Luna," Lucas mumbled, "I have a headache, please limit the amount of sentences I have to process.."

His sister sighed, "You were being choked by Pythor and I'm guessing your Golden Power acted up, are you ok?"

"Yeah," Lucas nodded, "I would like to take a nap for the sake of relaxing, though."

"Well, Amber found something you should look at," Luna added, "It can wait until tomorrow morning though, I'm just glad you're ok."

"Come on everyone, let's get out of here," Jewel suggested and for once, everyone agreed.

*****

Once the kids were done finishing their story, Skylor sighed. She had her eyes closed, thinking of what to say for several minutes before finally saying something and looking at them, "You all could have been seriously hurt. For that, I'm disappointed in all of you for even thinking you should do that. On the other hand, I should expect as much from Lloyd's son. My mother told me the Elemental Masters had their patterns, but in terms of Energy, I could never have dreamed how determined they are. 'Making the impossible look easy' is how it's usually described. I'd also like to mention that another side of me is proud of all of you for working together and being able to handle such a scenario. Not that I'd want it to happen again. So, I've decided that this event will go under the rug, but next time, you better tell me when something is going on. You'll need equipment after all."

At the last sentence Skylor spoke, the kids looked at each other. Were they going to be actual Ninja-In-Training?! That also reminded Amber about her discovery.

"By the way," Amber spoke up, "Dad's phone said something about a NEBBS program, does anyone know what it is and how to use it?"

Skylor, Lucas, and Luna all seemed to perk up upon hearing "NEBBS".

"It's an acronym, Amber," Skylor looked to her daughter, "It stands for Ninja Emergency Biosign Broadcast System. Your father said it was based off technology they used back when they were in training on the Bounty. Mr. Borg just revised it into NEBBS, but as far as how to use it, we need not only his phone but someone with the program, which I personally don't have access to. You can thank your grandfather for that, Amber. They thought I might pose a potential risk to the system."

"Well," Lucas spoke up, "I have a copy of NEBBS on my laptop. Never used it before but Dad made me have it on my laptop and desktop."

"Then it looks like we may just have found a way to locate them," Skylor spoke up.

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