#ready..set...GOON! /silly

[broughtchumurdur]

THE FULL CGS HELL YEAHHH

⌜🎶⌟ DON'T WORRY, I CAN BE YOUR FREAK !

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[bluegummieshark]

The luckiest guy in Gotham.

Ok so I don't usually add prompts but I'm deep into dp/dc crossovers and had this silly idea.

See there's plenty of stories where Danny dies. He's a ghost so kinda comes with the territory. Usually dying for a half ghost kid is just kinda like a minor inconvenience or a good way to get out of an awkward villain monologue which is valid, me too. But here me out what if Danny can't die. Like not because of some cool ghost power or even being over power where nothing works but just cause of a technical. Like death and fate are so not dealing with the paper work it would take to kill Danny so instead they just awkwardly misses him every time.

Gotham is far from what most would call a safe place. Between the villain attacks, normal city crime, and just bad city management most citizens had at least one or two close calls. That's probably why it took so long for Danny to even be noticed. By all accounts he looked like any other student in faded jeans, An NASA hoodie and backpack held together with neon green duck tape. Sure sometimes his neighbor saw him talk to himself and Jimmy from his class swore he saw the kid drink some neon green sludge once but it's Gotham. So long as the kid kept his crazy to himself no one would have looked twice.

However the video that started tending last night that Oracle themself posted made it impossible not to look. The security footage was of a gas station the angle set up high, clearly a security camera, with a time stamp of 2 am. Not long after it starts a small moped pulls up to one of two pumps. Danny is his normal tired college kid outfit hopped off his scooter and began to pump. He barely started when another figure also stepped into frame unnoticed by Danny who was clearly playing on his phone.

At first it looked like just another would be robbery. The figure hunched over while creeping up on the oblivious kid. Then just as the robber steps up a knife glittering in the street light the man just trips on a wet spot on the ground left behind by someone's spilt slushy from the gas station. Danny for his part did turn around pulling out an ear bud but from his angle his own scooter hid the man who laid face down just on the other side.

Danny unbothered clearly put his ear bud back in turning back around and reaching to the little curtsying cleaning Squeegee. The guy was quick to get up, knife gripped ready to go again when Danny moved first. Clearly having no idea anyone would be in swinging distance Danny whips the small Squeegee out of its holder like it excalibur before wildly swinging it like a sword. His movements not only cause him to send the thug's knife flying off but despite the grain quality of the video it becomes clear the liquid from the cleaning solution sprays the thug in the face. The man for his part who had already staring open mouth due to his lost knife that was sent flying up from his grasp is quick to throw his hands out, clearly trying to wipe his eyes from the neon blue liquid in them. His blind footing was perfectly timed to Danny's imaginary sword fight to put him just out of Danny's eyesight on the other side of the pump when Danny does turn around. The next minute is Danny cleaning off his scooter's front head lamp while the poor wanna be thief is gagging just on the other side. Not long given the lack of actual windshield to properly need a Squeegee Danny is back to messing around now using the tool as a makeshift guitar. The goon now looking far more pissed and maybe a tad wary is back to standing up and clearly ready to try again. The man pauses for a moment reaching for his knife but when it is clear he doesn't see it he ready his fist instead. Stepping back just behind Danny, who looks to be finishing his solo, begins to pull back his fist. Then just as he goes to swing it Danny bows. The mugger who had used his whole body quickly loses his footing as Danny's bow has him dodging with perfect steps to miss the man who stumbles just to the opposite side. Trying to keep his balance his arms move wildly as his other lands into a small bucket next to the pump. It's at this moment the man knife decides to rejoin the party which in turn has the man performing almost like some kind of figure skater as he slides face first into the trash can at the other pump.

Danny at this moment seems to finally realize there are other people that exist and sees the man waist deep into the can. And of course being the kid he is does the most un-Gotham thing he could and pulls out a few dollar bills to put beside what he clearly assumes is a homeless man looking for food. After a few more moments Danny drives off leaving the man who has since pulled himself from the can sitting on the ground defeated. Red Robin shows up after a moment looking fairly confused as the mugger just holds there arms out for the cuffs.

The video cuts off but this quickly becomes the first in a long line of short clips of the luckiest guy in Gotham who just can't die.

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Honestly I feel like this could be a lot of fun to just put Danny in some crazy spots with the local villains and have Batman and co just be confused as hell as this kid doesn't even need their help to stay out of danger.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Heyo, i've got a game rec request for you! In a couple weeks i'm going to be a summer camp counselor for a cabin of teen boys (around 14-15 years old), and i'm on the hunt for some ttrpgs that i could bring to camp and try out with them! ideally something good for hour long pick-up-and-play sessions, more focused on getting into silly shenanigans than deep introspection. so far i've picked out Honey Heist, Galaxy Goons, and To Serve, but i'll take any other suggestions you can offer! tysm!

THEME: Quick Funny Camp Games

Hello friend, I’ve got a few silly games for you but I also included some games that are quick to run that have a little more focus to them in case your campers want to get their teeth into some plot.

Cryptid TV, by yanahn.

A plague of Reality TV stars has descended upon the sleepy town of Mountain Lake ready to hunt down (and capture on camera) anything that looks even remotely like a cryptid - your crew is among them to cause drama, fake hoaxes, and enact sabotage beyond all reckoning.

If the game uses the same rules as Honey Heist, then picking up and playing will be even easier! And Cryptid TV is one of those games. As a reality tv crew invades your hometown, your job is to infiltrate the film crew and sabotage the show - while trying to hide the fact that you’re one of the cryptids they’d want to get on camera! This game is set up for exactly the wacky hi-jinx that you might expect, and I feel like the vibe really goes well with a bunch of campers playing in a cabin somewhere. You should definitely check it out!

1400 Planes, by Unknown Dungeon.

The multiverse roils with boundless existence. For many, the infinite planes of creation drift past at an immeasurable distance, their alien secrets perpetually out of reach. However those who break their mortal shackles and cross that liminal space, wander such exotic spheres on an eternal pilgrimage.

If the group wants to jump into something a little less silly or just wants a chance to feel powerful, the character options in 1400 Planes included Clockforged, Birdfolk, Jotuun, and Merfolk (to name a few). You are hopping through a multiverse, and while the different planes are dangerous, your characters have gear and skills at their behest to help them face danger head-on.

The biggest obstacle that might stand in the way of this and the other 1400 games released by this designer is the dice requirement - 1400 Planes requires at least one d6, one d4, one d8, one d10 and possibly also one d12. If you want a great tactile experience though, the different dice shapes certainly deliver.

Bro Hunters, by The Other Tracy.

Bro. Ghosts, Bro. The stories are true. We've got our gear and we're gonna get famous, Bro.  Bro? Bro.

Ghost stories feel like a great match for camp, so pulling out a quick game of ghost-wrangling or other supernatural tomfoolery just feels right. Bro Hunters has a built-in goofy element in that all of the characters will probably refer to each-other as “bro” - and the game also comes with structured scenes to bring you from point A to point B. This game also gives the players a chance to contribute to the narrative - if their character dies, they will narrate the creepy stuff going on in the house.

What I enjoy about this game is the number of tactile elements. You’ll need something to act as a speaking totem - or Brotem - as well as some tokens to help you change the narrative (also called Bro-kens!). This game is much more free-form and allows the players a greater amount of narrative control than the other items on this list - it's a great introduction to roleplaying if your group is familiar with telling ghost stories together.

Crime Wizards, by pewter bee.

You are the Fox Club, a magical crew of thieves and criminals. Your mission is to take what you want, work with clients to fulfill their needs, and uphold your crew’s reputation. Your leader, Juliet Thrice, is in hiding due to heat from a recent job she conducted, leaving you to act on your own until her return.

Lasers & Feelings is another system with quick character creation and only 2 stats to worry about, although it can be decidedly more serious than Honey Heist. In these kinds of games, you are typically skilled individuals with a job to do, with the challenge of operating without a key figure or resource. You’ll choose a single number and roll a d6 to attempt to roll over or under that number, with an exact roll giving you something special! In Crime Wizards, you’ll be on a fantasy heist - perfect for cool scenes while also providing moments for some fun along the way.

[thebawdybaldurian]

Kinktober Day 13: Fucking Machine/Lingerie

More modern AU fun! This is actually going to be the first new edition to a new work I am creating that is basically porn without a plot fun, set in the same universe. Just some naughty scenes that got briefly mentioned in the AU story, but weren’t elaborated on. Lots of Femme Tav x Astarion goodness, including all their anniversary and birthday fun…and some serious gooning. This is an anniversary scene, with the above themes! They’ll be a little more of this once I get it posted on AO3. I am too….to do it right now…..

Content and Warnings: use of a fucking machine, anal sex, oral sex, PIV sex, squirting, cum tasting.

While Astarion and Addy usually went out or on vacation for their anniversary, they’d decided to stay at home on their fourth. Astarion had to work that evening as usual, but presented his gift after breakfast that morning. “Ta da!” He pulled a sheet off the item that had been stowed in the guest bedroom since it arrived last tenday. It was sat on the floor, the arm angled at a 45 degree slant, with a sizable dildo attached.

“You…got me…a fuck machine?” Addy smiled as Astarion turned it on with the remote, the arm slowly moving back and forth.

“I got us a fuck machine! You’re not the only one that enjoys getting pounded, darling,” Astarion grinned. “The anniversary guide said appliances…and what was I supposed to do…buy you a microwave?”

“Fair point,” she laughed, taking the remote he handed her and turned up the speed. The dildo wobbled faster, the arm quickly pumping back and forth. “So who gets to pop its cherry?” Addy asked, turning it down again.

“Oh I already did,” Astarion bit his lip. “When you had lunch with your publicist a few days ago...I had to test it out…make sure it worked.”

“Oh?” Addy purred, pulling open his bathrobe, thinking about him getting fucked silly all by himself. “Tell me how you did it…” She kissed him hungrily, letting her fingers play with his cock as he pulled open her bathrobe. “Were you on your hands and knees? Bent over the bed? Standing?”

“On my back, with my legs in the air,” he whispered, slipping his hand between her legs. “It comes with a few platforms so it can be used at different heights…and the arm is fully adjustable.”

“Mmmmm, I’d pay to see that!” Her cunt twitched at the thought.

“Your Moonshae Islands tour starts in a month,” he grinned, feeling how excited she was about the gift, his fingers warm and slick already. “The remote connects to Weavetooth so you can control it…and I can attach a mouth sleeve to it.”

“So I can suck your cock across the ocean?” She grinned, slowing stroking his shaft.

“And fuck me senseless,” he growled, slipping a few fingers inside her.

“Is that what you want now?” She asked, pulling his robe completely off. “You just had a big breakfast.”

“I’ll be fine for a few hours…and I could eat a little more,” he grinned, pulling his fingers out of her and sucking on them.

“Mmmmm,” she grinned, glancing over at the full-length mirror in front of the bed. “My pussy eaten and watching you get spread? I better add something to my present.”

“Speaking of…” he pushed her towards the bed so they could warm him up. “What did you get me?”

“You’ll see when you get home from work,” she pulled him against the mattress, reaching around to start playing with his asshole.

They made out and fondled one another on their sides as she fingered his ass, getting him ready to get fucked by the machine. He eventually pulled her to the edge on the bed, sitting her there as he climbed off and moved the machine into place. He lubed up the dildo, watching her play with herself in the mirror as he did. “We really need to get you a playmate to fuck,” she purred, teasing her lips wide for him as he got the arm positioned at the perfect angle. “A machine is one thing…but a big, burly man…”

“Just find us the perfect guy,” Astarion grinned, teasing the head of the dildo against his hole. “I think that’s the right spot,” he sighed, his cock dribbling pre-cum with anticipation.

“Do you want some padding for your knees, baby?” She asked, slipping the throw blanket out from under her.

“It’s wet already,” he grinned, getting it settled under his knees as he knelt between her legs and handed her the remote.

“I could edge you for hours with this,” she bit her lip, teasing her finger near the button to turn it on.

“You could,” he licked his lips, leaning down to start eating her out. “Uhnnnnn…” he moaned into her cunt as she turned the machine on the lowest setting, the dildo slowly easing past his tight hole.

“Oh…baby,” she cooed, the view of his ass getting spread making her ooze honey. “You look so good like this.”

“It…hmmmmppphh…feels good,” he looked up at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and continuing to lick her.

She arched her back as his tongue slipped inside her, gripping his curls tightly with one hand and holding the remote with the other. She turned the dial a little faster, hearing him groan quietly into her lips. The machine was relatively quiet, humming lowly and making wet sucks as it fucked Astarion’s ass. She could see his cock leaking pre-cum in the mirror, a long string hanging down from his tip as his cock swayed with each thrust of the machine. “You’re dripping like a faucet,” she grinned, sliding her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “Let me taste it…”

“Turn up the dial a little more,” he smiled up at her, reaching one of his hands down to spread the pre-cum on his fingers. She turned it up a little more, his moan making her toes curl. “We can…uhhhnnn…take this to the cabin with us…and…fuck…use it with the sex…swing…” he huffed, giving her his fingers to lick clean. “It can…ahhhh…fuck me…standing…while I fuck you…”

“Oh, you’re already getting ideas?” She grinned, licking and sucking his fingers even after all the pre-cum was gone. “I was thinking double penetration…bent over the bed with you in my ass and the machine in my pussy…or…both in my pussy.”

“I was…thinking the same…but with my ass,” he grinned, glancing back at his reflection. The dildo was of average size, but he could take more, especially with her expert knowledge of his back door.

“Double pegging?” She gripped his hair tighter as his lips wrapped around her clit. “Maybe for my birthday?!”

He nodded his head slightly, keeping his lips pursed around her clit as her knees began to shake. “Oh…Astarion…I’ve going to need to…ahhhh…double your present…I…mmmmm…fuck…yeah…ahhhh!” She cried out, gripping the edge of the bed as she came against his mouth.

The remote fell on the floor and he picked it up, turning the dial a little higher. He rest his cheek on her thigh, looking up at her as the dildo started pounding him faster. “I love you so much, baby,” he huffed, closing his eyes as the machine worked his prostate.

“I love you too, baby,” she smiled, sliding off the bed and joining him on his knees, reaching down to start stroking his cock.

“You feel so fucking good!” He groaned, the dildo slapping loudly in his ass, at max speed, as she jerked him off just as fast.

He pressed his head against the end of the mattress, angling his hips to let the dildo go even deeper. “Are you going to come nice and hard for me?” She asked, stroking him with her right hand and reaching up with her left to hold the one he had gripped tightly into the mattress.

“Yeah,” he whimpered, his body beginning to tremble. She leaned against his back, whispering in his ear as he neared climax.

“Are you going to moan this loudly when we are both fucking you?”

“Uhhhhh…huhhhh,” he nodded, tensing all over as she bit gently into his shoulder, spending across her hand and the blanket on the floor with heavy groans. “Uhhhnnnfff…fuck…fuck…” he panted, fumbling to find the remote to turn the machine off.

It crept to a stop with a low whine, Astarion’s body still trembling from climax. She purred lowly in his ear, kissing and nibbling on it as he caught his breath. “That was perfect, my love,” she grinned, rubbing his cum between her fingers. “I just need that big load in my mouth one of these days.”

“Hmmmm…we’ll get the angles worked out,” he sighed happily, shifting closer to the bed so the dildo would plop out of his ass. He looked back at her with a smile, accepting a long kiss.

“Should we switch out the dildo and see if we can make me squirt?” She asked, her cunt already throbbing for a good pounding herself.

“Still in front of the mirror?” He asked, grinning widely.

“Of course,” she smiled, climbing to her feet. “I’ll be right back,” she mussed his hair, padding out of the room to get another dildo.

He got his unattached from the machine, leaving it on the blanket as she returned with a clean dildo and a large glass of water for them to share. “So you like it?” He asked, giving her a kiss after a long sip of water.

“Very much so…but not as much as you,” she nuzzled against him. “And I mean to outdo you next year for our fifth anniversary…”

“What themes are that year?”

“Silverware…and wood,” she grinned, kneeling down to get the new dildo attached.

“Well…you give that to me daily,” he laughed, brushing his fingers through her hair. “Maybe a paddle…and a matching spanking bench.”

“Already giving me good ideas,” she winked up at him. She got the dildo secured and stood back up. “So how do you want me? On my knees too?”

“I think how you were sitting before and I’ll help support you…I want to see you squirm on it,” he purred, glancing back at the mirror as he ran his fingers down her body.

She sat down on the edge of the bed again, spreading her legs widely as he moved the machine a little closer. He nestled the tip of the dildo against her entrance, turning it on a letting it slowly penetrate her. She let out a quiet moan as it eased all the way in and pulled back slowly. “Will that hit the right spot?” He asked, looking down at her.

“Angle the arm up…just a bit,” she sighed as the machine thrust in again. He turned it off for a second, the dildo buried all the way in and moved the arm up a little. “Right there,” she nodded, biting deeply into her lip. She was throbbing by now, her folds dripping with honey.

He turned on the machine again, hearing her moan as it slid back out slowly. He took a few steps back, watching it spread her hungry slit. “I thought you were going to support me?” She whined, arching her back as the toy edged deeply again. “And turn up the speed a little.”

“But you look so desperate,” he grinned, teasing his finger over the dial. “I could watch it fuck you agonizingly slow. Beckon all of that honey out…”

“Please,” she begged, gripping her lips tightly around the toy. “I promise…tonight will be very special.”

“I know it will, honeydew,” he straddled the arm, leaning down to kiss her as he turned the dial just a bit higher.

“Fuck me, please,” she squeaked, aching to be fucked hard.

“Alright, baby,” he cooed, sitting down beside her and propping one of her thighs over his knee. He wrapped his arm around her back, letting her lean against him slightly as her legs began to squirm. “Faster?” He asked, nibbling on her ear and reaching his other hand to play with her clit.

“Yeah,” she cried, her body starting to rock gently as he turned the speed up a little more.

He watched her body slowly shifting in the mirror, the toy sucking loudly as it slid between her pulsing lips. “If I could only get this same view while still fucking you,” he growled in her ear, her breaths starting to grow sharper.

“No one can…fuck me…uhhhhnnn…like you can,” she closed her eyes tightly, her legs trembling even more as she neared climax.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered, slipping his tongue in her ear. She nodded with an indicative squeal, taking in quick, urgent breaths.

“Just…a little faster…”

He smiled, turning the dial down instead of up. “Astarion,” she whined, curling her toes against the bottom of the bed.

“You must have broken it already,” he teased, nipping her ear between his teeth. “I’m just going to have to leave you unfinished until tonight.”

“Like Hells you are,” she grinned, pressing back harder against him and reaching down for the remote in his hand, pressing the dial to max speed. She let out a sharp cry as it started to pound her faster, her lips sucking loudly around it. “Ahhhh…fuck…baby,” she whimpered, Astarion leaving the dial where it was and tightly gripping her hand.

“You better flood the fucking floor,” he growled, biting her neck and rubbing harder on her clit.

Her loud moans quickly turned to screams, her legs trembling wildly as she felt the tension in her cunt ready to snap. She ended with one final cry, squirting out farther and with more volume than she ever had before. The dildo kept pounding her, making her cry even more before Astarion slowly turned down the dial. “Gods…fuck…oh gods,” her entire body shook against him. “You…might have…finally broken me…” she giggled happily.

He turned the machine off completely, letting the dildo slid out as he scooped her into his arms, cradling her still shivering body. “We should have recorded that,” he smiled, snuggling her tightly against him. “That was a porn-worthy cum shot.”

“I can barely feel my legs,” she cooed, nuzzling and kissing his chest. “Thank you for letting me come, sugar pie.”

“You know I can’t resist that voice,” he leaned down to give her a long kiss, her body starting to finally still. “Ever since that first elevator ride when you came all over my hand.”

“I knew I was going to marry you then,” she caressed his face gently. “Happy anniversary.”

“I knew the moment you kissed my cheek when we first met,” he grinned, giving her another long, deep kiss. “Happy anniversary, my love.”

“Can you carry me to the shower? My legs aren’t working yet…”

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, climbing off the bed and carrying her towards the bathroom, the fuck machine dripping honey down onto the floor to join his cum.

They gently washed one another, kissing and caressing as they showered. They cuddled in bed some more after they dried off, watching TV and gently making love on their sides just before lunch. Gale had come by to finish lunch prep, bringing them a nice bottle of wine as an anniversary gift. “So what did you two get one another?” He asked when they finally emerged from the bedroom, their faces glowing and still in their bathrobes.

“A new washing machine,” Addy lied, giving Astarion a look. “The spin cycle really wrings all the water out.”

“Addy is saving her surprise for tonight,” Astarion smirked, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “But we both got to do a load this morning, so I can wait for my gift.”

“You two inspire me to find love again,” Gale smiled, turning on the immersion blender in the soup while thinking about the state his ex had left him in. “I’ve…actually got a blind date next tenday.”

“Oh?” Addy smiled, wrapping her arm around Astarion’s waist as they sat down at the kitchen island together. “Do you know anything about her…or him?”

“Her name is Syma…she’s going to be the new Physics professor come fall and she’s in town looking for apartments. Someone from the college set us up.”

“Well, if you want to wow her with a fancy dinner reservation, I’m happy to use my sway to get you a nice table somewhere.”

“I was actually thinking of cooking for her instead,” Gale suggested.

“Oh no, you can’t do that!” Astarion replied. “What if she’s dreadful and she’s stuck in your loft all night? Always keep the first date at a neutral site.”

“You came home with me right away,” Addy nudged him, grasping his thigh tightly. “And stayed the whole night…”

“But we had a little…familiarity,” he grinned, sticking a breadstick in his mouth seductively before biting down on it. “The last thing Gale needs is another crazy ex.”

“Crazy girls still suck good cock,” she whispered in Astarion’s ear as Gale turned to the fridge to finish the soup with some fresh cream.

“Don’t I know it,” Astarion whispered back in her ear. “I went home with this little pixie who fucked my ass so well, I started looking at engagement rings right away.”

“You did?!” Addy said aloud, leaning towards him as Gale started ladling out soup.

“I waited so long to propose because the ring that I found that was perfect was too expensive for me at the time.”

“Ahhhh, baby,” Addy cooed, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. “You could have proposed with an onion ring and I would have said yes.”

“Alright, I’ll sell this one,” he joked, grabbing her hand and trying to slip the antique, flawless star sapphire off her finger.

“No!” She giggled, pulling her hand away and gently biting his arm. “It’s well stuck on there for good.”

Gale blushed deeply, happy for the couple, but feeling envious of their deep connection. He thought he’d had that with his ex, Misty, but it had all been a facade. They ate and chatted about their upcoming tenday, Addy getting ready to start her latest small tour and Gale’s aforementioned blind date. Gale left the couple after lunch, as Astarion prepared to head to work and Addy began confirming and making a few small changes to Astarion’s gift for that evening.

[thesillest]

well. YES! i want my glorious king to give me children.

Yall, shadow milk can’t even handle standing. You think he can handle a pregnancy!?

[vacationbiblestudy]

October Horror Movies - Day 1 Theme: Aliens - Film Chosen: Killer Klowns From Outer Space

Overall score: 7.5 silly straws used to drink human goo

It was definitely worth rewatching.

I think what makes this a horror movie is predominantly the design of the clowns. Those fucked up little freaks are weird looking but also super expressive for a clown mask. There's something deeply unsettling about their design.

This also works as a comedy horror.

Starting off strong with a fuckin theme song

What other horror movies have their own theme songs?

The cop knew there was mischief happening tonight because he saw a dude carrying a couple sacks of beer

Who the fuck is rolling up in a fucking ice cream truck to The Top Of The World make out point

“A tasty treat for while you screw”

This guy's got a raft in his car

Comet comes. Farmer is the first to die. Y'all ready know “I love the circus” he says, moments from death

Weird shaped clown shadow. Poo bear 😭

Fuck. I love these costumes. There's just so much detail.

A cop beating up a couple queer coded punks. What else is new

Hero cop, bad cop

Main make out characters find the circus. He wants to check it out. She does not. This was her idea to begin with!!

What a fuckin set design. Absolutely love the inside of the spaceship.

Does he know the code off the top of his head or did the clowns let him into the reactor core?

Bad guy's coming, let's use another door. Cotton candy cocoons with people inside. That's the pantry of the ship

Popcorn gun

The humans get away and the clowns look at each other. Those people are gonna be hunted.

These clowns are fucking great. They all have their own walk and everything. These are professionals.

Cotton candy cocoons. You know, cocoons?!

Ding ding ding ding ding they said the name of the movie at 22:58

Are there only two cops in town??? Why does this late 30 something year old cop wanna fuck a teenager so bad?

The clown in the pharmacy just investigating everything and making a huge fucking mess. This makes me realize that the clowns came to town to study their prey

Clown bike vs gang of bikers. Ends with biker getting his head punched clean off his shoulders

No but for real, who is Debbie to officer Dave??? How old are she and Mike?

Good job Mooney. Getting calls all night about evil clowns from all over town and assuming it's nothing but a prank

Clown carried bag of popcorn. Other guy has popcorn gun. what are popcorn???

Shadow puppets! Bunny to George Washington to holy shit that t rex shadow puppet just ate those people

There are clowns and they are killing people

If these goons can run an ice cream truck then so can I

Mooney arrests a clown. Mooney gets his.

I want pink cotton candy faux spider webs ALL OVER my house

The clown exploded when his nose got shot off in a blast of glitter. I like that

They've got a cotton candy cocoon harvester that, is arguably the coolest design ever. It is a parade float where do the streamers come from. There's so many clowns.

One big earring, one little. What a style. Love to see it.

Clown worms. They found Debbie for her crimes.

The fact that apparently at least one of the clowns can mimic human voices makes me immediately think of skinwalkers

The clowns hiding their space ship at the carnival is genius. But that implies that people go in and out of it all day? Are they putting on shows for the humans or something? And occasionally eating them?

Clown car gag!!! Again, the props in this movie are stunning. That's plywood and it looks like paper bowls

That guy got COVERED in cream pies. Dream role. Omg the cherry on top. Iconic.

They're hypothesizing where they came from and why the clowns are here.

Ooh I gotta push a button. Goons end up in clown porn

Using a silly straw to drink blood

What set design

Another door???

GMC beats space ship

The clowns are fascinated by the ice cream truck. Ice cream guys fucked clown girls

Master clown boss battle

Cop sacrifices himself. Clowns getting ready for takeoff

Dave survived and brought the ice cream boys

“Do you think it's over”

“Yeah sure”

*Gets pied*

*Roll credits*

[vickyvicarious]

my mind is drifting once again to the narrative potential of the favor Eliot owes Quinn....

Like. Eliot Spencer (Of All People) owing you a favor is a big deal, especially in the hitter world. Eliot has a rep, one that just keeps growing over time. For the right people just having him show up could make them reassess what they're doing or who they have employed. So Quinn wouldn't want to waste his favor on something small.

And then again, maybe just having it is a nice little status boost. Or even just a mood boost. A nice little bit of insurance that he can call Eliot in if he ever needs to, and a point of pride that first off the Eliot Spencer called him when he needed help, and secondly Quinn's got this handled, he doesn't need help yet. Could be a comfort and a motivation in one, during tricky situations.

So when Quinn calls it in I feel it's gotta be big. Or at least important to him in some way. That - or incredibly silly.

Maybe a loved one is in some kind of danger. It's a situation he wants to be 100% certain of victory and with him and Eliot together that's a guarantee.

Maybe it's a total angstfest and Quinn himself is in deep trouble and needs a rescue, and he really did wait until the last moment to call Eliot - almost too late

Maybe someone puts a hit on Quinn with a bunch of people and we get a full on bodyguard action movie where Eliot helps watch his back as they figure out who's after him

Maybe something happens that pushes Quinn to his breaking point of wanting to be a better person, and calling Eliot isn't for help on a job at all. Maybe Eliot is his Toby, helping him through a difficult emotional time and then setting Quinn up with his own Leverage International team

Or hell, maybe it's just been a long time since Quinn had so much fun on a job and he kinda misses Eliot but feels awkward getting in touch for no reason, so he hunts down a difficult job he thinks Eliot would like, and calls him in for an extended date as assistance for the gig

Maybe he never calls it in at all but they end up working together several times over the years anyway and they always talk about the favor Eliot owes and Eliot is like, just ask man, I'm ready, and Quinn is super enjoying holding it over his head. Calls him up in the middle of the night just to be like: "Remember that favor you owe me?" *Eliot rolls out of bed and starts getting dressed/arming himself with knives* "Yeah. Where do you need me?" Quinn laughs: "Just making sure." and hangs up and Eliot barely refrains from throwing the phone at a wall. This happens like once a year.

Maybe he does something only to realize that it was a mistake and he needs help to undo it. Helps a guy who goes too far and violates his own moral code, or something. So he needs someone the guy doesn't know to be the face while he rescues whoever he captured, or whatever.

Quinn stumbles across some huge threat ala Rundown Job and is forced into helping prevent it by virtue of being one of the only ones who can and like, 'I don't want the world to end because I live here too' mentality. Eliot's the only one he trusts to help him.

He's been telling his parents he lives a very normal life for years and part of the lie was an elaborate fake boyfriend, but he recently got interrogated by his parents about how serious they really were, panicked, and updated him to fake fiance. Except now his parents want to meet the guy and Eliot can't refuse or tell anyone because It's The Favor

Quinn gets drunk and brags about Eliot Spencer (yes, That Eliot Spencer) owing him a favor, and then a bunch of fellow hitters/goons don't believe him so he drunkenly puts Eliot on speakerphone and makes him confirm it's still good.

Quinn is severely injured and needs a safe place to rest up while healing, and his other safe houses got burned for whatever reason.

Quinn gets stuck with a dog during a gig and has some excuse why he needs to keep it but really he's just fallen in love with her, so he asks Eliot to be his petsitter while he is away on a single job. But Eliot falls in love with her too and offers to be her standing petsitter, and then it turns into them just coparenting this dog, whoever isn't traveling for work keeping her with them.

Someone else calls in the favor on Quinn's behalf, but when Eliot shows up it's actually a trap for him. Quinn finds out and comes to his rescue and then tries to demand a second favor while they fight their way out, but Eliot insists this still ought to count

(A bunch of these could overlap with one another, too.)

SO MANY POSSIBILITIES. So much potential for Eliot/Quinn adventures or friendship or romance or any kind of emotional intimacy or something.

@darkfinch my fellow Quinn aficionado, do you know of any fics with this premise? Or have any other favorite favor ideas to share?

[witchofinterest]

"why did you help me?"+ cilla

oh! Thank you! set in gotham s3 ep13 right after Jerome’s resurrection. basically, Cilla breaks up w Jerome and takes baby batman in the divorce! tw for some guy calling cilla a whore then immediately dying and jerome using staples to keep his face on. Also, I slightly changed the prompt by accident, my bad!

Contrary to popular opinion, it isn’t impossible to change fate. It’s not easy, it’s fate, but sometimes people make decisions that alter the course of the way their lives were supposed to go. Cilla was supposed to be in love with Jerome for the rest of her life, but looking at him now, reanimated, she didn’t see the boy she used to love so much.

Right after he died there was nothing she wouldn’t have done to bring him back, but now it was clear that dream was a nightmare. And Theo Galavan wasn’t going to pop out with a knife to end this one.

“Come on Silly, we’ve got a performance to catch!” Jerome said, grabbing her hand.

Cilla pulled her hand out of his. He turned to look at her, making her look at his stapled on face. It was like seeing him for the second time. Jerome was always that cruel boy who didn’t want to be alone in the forest. She didn’t have to be the naïve girl who stayed.

“You’re the star, I’ll watch,” she said, giving him a smile.

“You don’t wanna be the opening act?” he asked, stepping closer.

“You’ve never needed one,” she said, taking his hand to squeeze it. He appraised her, before letting go.

“Get her a front row seat,” he told one of his fanatics, who grabbed her arm. Jerome went off one way, while Cilla was lead to a stage.

The goon dropped her directly in front. As soon as he was gone, Cilla stood up. Tied to the stage was Bruce Wayne. She couldn’t fix what happened to Jerome, or to her, but she could right one wrong today.

Cilla pulled the curtain in front of the stage, partitioning off her and Bruce from the crowd. He lifted his head, sad clown make-up slightly smeared off with sweat. He was young, the same age she’d been when she met Jerome.

Cilla pulled out a knife, getting closer to Bruce.

“Why are you here?” Bruce asked, making her pause. Why was she at this circus? Why had she stayed? Why hadn’t she left when Dwight died? Why wasn’t she with her friends, with Tabitha and Butch, even Barbra.

“To do this,” she said, sawing quickly through his ropes. She dearly wished it was the only reason. They pooled limp on the ground, as Cilla grabbed his hand and darted out the back.

Hand-in-hand, she and Bruce slipped past a few of the stationed cult members. Cilla ducked behind a building to shed her jacket, wiping off some of Bruce’s distinct make-up.

“The entrance is this that way, we gotta get past a lot of goons,” she instructed, hands pushing down into the shoulders of Bruce’s sweater. He nodded, and she looked around the bend.

“Why are you helping me?” he asked, making her turn back to him.

“Because you don’t deserve to die. So let’s go, before that happens,” she said, grabbing his arm.

They made a sprint for the main gate, dashing easily past groups of entertained clowns. The main gate was almost in sight, she could hot wire a car once there. Or call someone. She should have done that already.

She was pushed from her thoughts by a pair of arms wrapping around her. Bruce was pulled away from her, even as she fought to grab his hand again.

“Gotta say, this is disappointing. On your side Prissy, I expected this from the boy billionaire,” Jerome strolled into view, wearing a ring leaders outfit. How many ridiculous costume changes did his cult have ready?

She didn’t say anything, as she struggled against the goons holding her. She hadn’t called, she really really should have.

“You know who Penguin is?” she asked, facing one of the men holding her. He had a red-dyed mohawk and a completely white face.

“Who?” he asked her, surprisingly shocked for a cult member.

“The mayor. My boss. I’m deputy mayor, you think people aren’t going to come looking for me? And if that’s not enough, everyone knows we’re mobsters. Is keeping him happy really worth the wrath of the GCPD and the Gotham underworld?” she asked, and she felt the grips loosen. Not enough to get free yet, but a start.

A low whistle brought the attention away from her and back to Jerome. He looked mad, way more than she’d ever seen.

“Looks like you’ve been busier than you said! Deputy mayor, how’d you swing that?” he asked, in a fake-cheerful tone.

“The whore used you as her platform! Said you lied to her and she deserved better, like she wanted to give to Gotham,” a guy called out from the crowd.

“I lied to you, is that right?” Jerome said, getting closer to her. She didn’t answer, keeping her eyes away from him.

“Come on! Have some spine for once in your life Silly!” he almost yelled at her, grabbing her face by her chin.

“Yes, yes you did lie to me. You didn’t tell me you killed your mom, or the GCPD massacre, or that you were planning on killing a kid,” she listed off, getting more upset as she did.

“Boo! We talked about the mom thing, and I didn’t get a chance to tell you about the other two. On account of dying,” he accentuated the last word, making her roll her eyes.

Cilla didn’t have anything else to say. She had to get back in his good graces to save Bruce. There was only one option left, and it was going to kill her.

“I’m, I’m sorry. You left me all alone and I just needed something,” she thought about her mom, Penguin, what it felt like to lose him, and started crying. It was not soft or pretty, but hopefully it was convincing.

“Oh come Prissy, stop crying. I’ll forgive you, just stop it,” he said, letting go of her chin and motioning for the thugs to let her go. She sniffled, wiping her drying eyes. So, she would be performing today.

“Alright, will the man who told me about Silly’s mayoral bid step forward, please?” Jerome asked, considerably calm.

The punk, dressed in a garish green smock with magenta tips, eagerly ran to the front of the mob. If Butch was here, he’d already be dead. Jerome clapped him on the shoulder.

“Now, normally I’d kill whoever disrespected my girlfriend myself, but since she’s so big time in the mob now, I think she should do it,” Jerome said, handing her a gun. She grabbed it, turning back to Bruce. He was watching her intently. She really didn’t like letting down kids.

Clicking off the safety, she aimed at the man. Boy, she realized. He probably wasn’t older than she was.

“I’ve never shot anyone, I’m psychic, they don’t make me,” she rambled, turning to Jerome. He wasn’t going to let it go, a voice in the back of her head reminded. He never lets anything go.

“Oh Silly, what did you do without me,” he sighed, taking her hand. Rather than take the gun from her, he put his fingers over hers, and shot the boy. Red leaked down the tips of his fair, dying it a new, final, color.

He let it drop, taking her other hand, and skipped along to the show. Cilla kept a tight grip on the gun, and an even tighter grip on his hand. Both, would hopefully secure her and Bruce Wayne a way out of this mess.

[laurensprentiss]

Jouska [Hotch x Reader]

Chapter 7:

Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety, lots of angst. Emily Prentiss’ cameo! Will reader ever catch a break? Doutbful.

Word Count: 3,842 (It’s a long but a good’un)

———

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.” - James Baldwin

———

You’ve been operating on autopilot since that day. For around a week and a half now, you work from home, run your errands, come home and find yourself staring into nothing, sitting in your apartment alone. You’ve been dodging calls from Hotch, your dad, Emily and now your ex, too, since he’d been back in town. 

You’d stormed out of the building that day on wobbly legs, willing yourself not to buckle or fall on the floor, your breath shaky and shallow. You’d somehow managed to keep your composure in the cab home, staring out of the window, your brain feeling like static, incomprehensible, confusing and far too busy. 

You were surprised though, at your outward composure, surprised that you hadn’t even felt the need to cry, not even so much as a lump in your throat anymore. The adrenaline had seemed to be wearing off on the journey home, you’d even give a weary smile to the cab driver as you got out of the car. But you’d been so preoccupied with your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed the same black sedan from earlier that day, tailing your cab again. 

Once you’d finally keyed your door closed, though - you’d sunk to the cold tile of your apartment floor and let the shame and embarrassment of your naivety wash over you, cursing yourself repeatedly, sick with rage. Not rage towards Hotch, or McCall. Rage towards yourself. Furious that you’d even let yourself entertain any sort of delusion about Hotch, that you’d even allowed a flutter of hope to bloom in your chest. 

Mortified that he’d been actively avoiding you while you’d been waiting for the phone to ring, like some desperate, naive little girl. 

You’d cried then, which had only infuriated you more. What did you have to cry about? He didn’t owe you anything. He had a job, and he was doing it well, considering he’d been the one to draw up the profile. He had a whole life, a past with Haley, and most likely, a future with her, too. 

You’d heard a knock on the door behind you that had startled you in the midst of the tears streaming down your cheeks. You’d heard Hotch’s voice call your name from behind the door and you’d had to fight to not gasp or cry even more as he’d called out to you.

“Please. Just let me in. Please just let me explain myself.” He’d pleaded. He didn’t quite understand what he would say even if you did open the door, but the desperation he felt to see you, to just say something that wasn’t met with anger by you, far outweighed any rational thought he could muster right now. 

You’d clasped both hands over your mouth and brought your knees to your chest to stop any sound from escaping, willing yourself to hold your ground just this once. To pull back some respect for yourself, to try and grasp at anything that would let you feel like you were on even footing again.  

“Please? I can hear you in there, you can yell at me, hit me, scream at me, just please let me say what I need to say to you!” You’d just held your breath and focused on the rise and fall of your chest to keep yourself grounded, your eyes closed.

No.

You’d heard some shuffling and muffled voices through the door, Agent McCall’s voice familiar to you at this point. You’d listened hard as you’d heard him tell Hotch to leave. 

“Ben-”

“Now.” His voice was stern. “Go talk to Barnes. I’ll handle things here.” 

He’d hesitated for a moment against the door before he’d finally left, his body weighed down with the immense guilt, his stomach like concrete. 

This wasn’t going to go away.

Once you were sure he’d left, you’d gathered yourself up off the floor and splashed some water on your face, willing the puffiness in your cheeks and eyes to subside. In your vulnerability, you’d felt intensely alone and mistakenly picked up the phone, needing a friend to confide in.

“Hello?”

“Jordan?” 

“Yeah? Who’s this?” 

“It’s me.” You could hear the gears turning in his head. You’d said your name through the phone and he chuckled. 

“Hey. I wasn’t expecting your call. How’ve you been?”

“Can you come over?” You’d said abruptly. 

He paused. There was no answer for a while and you’d had to look at the phone, to double-check it hadn’t been disconnected. 

“Hello?” 

“I- yeah. I’m on my way. See you soon, babe.” You’d shuddered slightly at his pet name for you, you never had liked it when you were together and it had felt even stranger now. But you needed someone to help you through this, and he was nothing if not familiar, even if you hadn’t worked out the first time. 

Unbeknownst to you, though. Hotch had stayed parked across the road and had seen Jordan enter your apartment building around thirty minutes later. He’d frowned and leaned across the console to watch the figure walk into the lobby right as he’d seen your apartment lights turn on. He’d turned his attention to your apartment window then, as you’d drawn your curtains, the sight of you making his breath catch. He’d gripped the steering wheel tight as he’d maneuvered himself to desperately get a better view of you, only to see Jordan behind you as you’d pulled the fabric closed, his heart dropping and a lump forming in his throat. 

He’d never even had you, but he’d lost you. 

———

You give yourself a once over in the mirror again , dusting off some lint that isn’t really there off of your dress, turning to make sure that it fits right. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you step out of your bedroom.

“Ready, ma’am?” Agent McCall asks. 

You simply nod and grab your purse as Agent McCall leads the way out of the door, confirming the address of the bistro over his earpiece. You have a strange knot in your stomach, the kind that develops when you have to see an old friend who you’ve lost touch with. The kind that develops when you have a psycho stalker and you’re estranged and furious at the one person who’d slowly become your comfort.

You’d decided that you had to try to make an attempt, a real effort to keep the small number of friends you did have, finally taking Emily’s calls and even proposing lunch. She’d responded excited, and had taken care of the reservations for you, said it’d be her treat. 

You glance up towards agent McCall, a question bubbling up in your chest, but you lose your nerve at the last minute. He spots you from the corner of his eye but doesn’t attempt to respond or invite further questions, simply setting the SUV into drive and taking off. You bite the inside of your cheek, repeatedly looking at your watch, your index finger scratching divots into the side of your thumb. As you pull up to the restaurant, you spot two undercovers on either side of the block. MPD, you deduce. 

Agent McCall opens your door for you, confirming something on his earpiece as he escorts you out. “I’ll be waiting right here, Agent Hotchner will be here soon to relieve me, so he’ll be escorting you back, ma’am.” He rattles it off like a rehearsed speech, but there’s a hint of levity in his voice. 

Your head whips towards his direction. “Hotchner? No, he’s not on my detail anymore.” You quip back, the panic and excitement making for a strange cocktail. 

“As of this morning, he is.” He ducks his head. “I’m sorry, I know what happened and I completely respect that, but the Ambassador made the decision and Barnes agrees. I’m sorry ma’am.”  

Your chest flutters slightly at that, futile excitement, dread and anxiety spreading to your bones at the thought of seeing Hotch for the first time in so long. You huff and take his hand. 

“We’re not done with this.” You mutter to him.

You turn to find Emily’s dark eyes watching you from the outdoor seating area of the restaurant as you cross the road, squinting slightly as if to see if it’s really you. When you laugh, she immediately sets her napkin down on the table, and shouts your name, her arms outstretched almost immediately, her face breaking out into a grin.

Oh Emily.

You close the gap between you, taking quick little steps in an awkward kind of run, as you meet her hug, her body almost crushing you. Air leaves your chest in a whoosh as you both laugh, rocking slightly to catch your balance. She rubs your arms up and down when she finally releases you, leading the way to your table. “Oh! It’s so good to see you!” She breathes.

You immediately relax, the dread and nervousness washing away. No matter how long it goes between visits with Emily, you could probably always count on the fact that you’d pick up right where you left off. You felt almost silly now for even thinking it’d be any different. The stress of the past month melts away and you finally feel at ease for the first time in a long time. 

“It’s good to see you too!” You laugh, sitting back. You chance a quick glance over the SUV, but you give yourself away. Emily follows your eyes and spots Agent McCall parked on the other side of the road, watching you. 

“Hey. What’s with the goon squad?” She points her head to the left to point to McCall, glaringly obvious that he’s there to watch you. “I spotted two UC’s a block away too.” She questions. 

You sigh. It’s not really a question you can avoid, besides, she’s a close friend and confidante. And she’s so sharp, always aware of her surroundings - almost unsettlingly so. But if anybody could relate, it would be her. You briefly explain that somebody had been leaving you notes and gifts for a while which is why- 

“You didn’t go to college this year - that’s right.” She nods, finishing your sentence for you. She winces slightly with sympathy as the pieces fall into place for her. She shakes her head in disbelief. “I- how long?” She asks. Her eyebrows are pulled together, her brown eyes wide and vulnerable. 

“Since last summer. Dad had some old friends with the FBI so they're my security until we catch him, I guess.” You pick at a hangnail, the reality of the situation making your heart sink more every day. 

“I'm sorry.” She exhales. “First a breakup, then your father’s whole heart scare, and then this?”

You look up at her. “How did you know about Dad?”

“Ambassador Prentiss.” She laments, sarcastically.

“Ah.” 

“Mother had her aide get in touch when she didn’t hear back from your father.” Her voice softens as she reaches her hand across the table to stop you from ripping the skin straight off your finger. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I may not have been much help, but I’m always here to listen. You gotta reach out more.” 

A lump forms in your throat as you come to the crushing realisation that you didn’t really have many friends at all, no real friends of substance that you could really confide in, anyway . Sure, you had society friends, acquaintances, the children of other DC officials but your heart sinks. You have nobody except your father and Emily - and your father, well. He wouldn’t be around forever. 

You squeeze her hand back and thank her, retreating back to your lap and scratching your thumb again, toying with the skin. Her eyebrows quirk as she watches you, aware of your nervous tics.

“What is it?”

You snap your head up. “Hm? What? Oh- nothing.”

“Don’t even. I know when you’re lying. What is it?” Her eyebrows raise, the way they do when she challenges someone. She did always have the uncanny ability to see right through people. 

You sigh. “Fine. It’s about the breakup.” She slumps back in her seat and rolls her eyes, her head shaking. 

“You did not. Tell me you didn’t.”

“Don’t kill me. But, around two weeks ago, I kinda slept with Jordan.” You wince.

She inhales sharply through her teeth, shaking her head. “Come on. I thought you knew better! Why would you do that? He’s nothing but trouble.” 

“I. I don’t know, it’s a long story. I haven’t seen him since, though.” You try to justify to her with a laugh, throwing your hands up in defence. “He keeps trying to call, but I just let it go to voicemail. If anything, I remembered why we didn’t work the first time around.” 

“Uh huh.” She raises her eyebrows and huffs out a laugh. “Good. He gives the creeps.” She mutters. 

You let out a laugh then, a real laugh and you can’t remember the last time you felt this light. You think for a split second about how you did feel this light and happy around Hotch despite the impending danger, but you erase the thought from your mind quickly, refusing to allow yourself to go down that road again. 

The mere split second thought makes your chest drop, though - another wave of sadness washing over you just as quickly, and it’s only exacerbated by the fact that you’re going to have to face him soon. Your emotions seemingly do a rapid 180.

You feel grateful to be here with Emily, with someone to talk to, but the hole that you’d tried to fill with Jordan a week ago had only left you feeling more empty and dissatisfied with your life. You’d asked him to go home later that night, unable to look at him, or yourself. All you could think about was how Hotch was probably happy, living in domesticity with his first love and you were spending the night alone - again, while someone out there probably wanted you dead.

You flash Emily a quick smile and excuse yourself to the ladies’ room as she carefully watches you enter the restaurant. Once inside you try your best to hold in the tears, the harsh lighting oddly illuminating the top of your face, washing you out. You grip the edges of the cool sink, trying to even your breathing but the tears come as though they have a life of their own, falling down your cheek. 

Your eyes sting and your chest burns as you finally let yourself cry again, you feel it long overdue, the loneliness, the isolation, the danger. All of it rearing its ugly head. You try to stifle the sobs from your chest, desperate whimpers escaping from your throat as it gets harder and harder to breathe. 

A door handle turning suddenly startles you, making you jump. You clear your throat, your voice coming nasally. “Occupied.” 

Loud knocks come this time, making rapid contact with the wood on the other side. “I said it’s occupied!” You call out, louder this time. 

It’s silent for a moment before loud thumps and grunts come from the other side, as your heart drops, your knees weak. Your wide eyes dart around the bathroom when the door starts to heave, the hinges rattling as the person on the other side attempts to break it down. 

You back away with shaky legs, trying to get as far away from the door as possible. You don’t even realise when you start screaming for help, the noise in the bathroom rising, suffocating you. A high pitched whine penetrates your skull, your hands and face sweaty, heart thrumming as you shake. Your vision tunnels and you feel nausea rising in your stomach. 

The thumping suddenly subsides, a breathy laugh coming from the other side, as you fall to the floor, the cold hard tile against the back of your thighs. You find it hard to breathe, your vision is clouded by black spots, and you realise you’re still calling out for help, your voice screeching. 

“Ma’am?” A young woman’s voice comes from the other side. “Ma’am are you in there?” She asks, panic rising in her voice. 

You hear Hotch’s voice on the other side, speaking to the woman, followed by the sound of keys. Relief washes over you temporarily but you can’t bring yourself to get up or even move slightly, your body frozen. The young woman manages to open the door after shakily fumbling with the keys, Hotch brushing past her. 

The sight of you on the bathroom floor, sweaty, cried out and so vulnerable does something to him he can’t quite explain. You’re curled into a ball in the corner of the bathroom under the sink, your knees against your chest, your hands clutching your head as you rock slightly. He’s furious and devastated in equal measure, doesn’t quite know how to proceed. Protocol dictates he ask you what happened, take you to a secure location, obtain evidence. 

Screw protocol. 

He gets down on your level, shrugs off his suit blazer and wraps it around you, not bothering to move you off the wall, the blazer covering you like a blanket. He whispers off the young employee to block off the bathroom area, his hand reaching up to push some matted hair off your face. 

He doesn’t bother asking if you’re okay, the question entirely redundant if your current state is anything to go by. Figures it’s futile, patronising, even. 

“Hey, it’s me. Can you hear me?” He whispers. Your eyes are still closed and you’re hyperventilating, droplets of sweat on your forehead as you rock back and forth. He hesitantly brings his other hand to your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek. “Hey.” 

You hold onto his forearm. “Aaron?” 

“Come here.”

You close the small amount of distance between you and lean forward to throw yourself into his arms, hanging onto his shoulder as sobs wrack your body. His arms awkwardly wrap around you, his blazer and your legs in the way, but he holds you close nonetheless, his hand running up and down your back as he shushes you. He remembers reading once, that even pressure around the ribs can help with nervous system dysregulation so he squeezes tight, whispering encouragement into your ear.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you. Breathe with me.” He doesn’t let go as he breathes exaggeratedly, wanting you to take his lead. His presence allows you to find a tandem with the rise and fall of his chest while he rubs smooth lines up and down your back. “That’s good, you’re doing really good, sweetheart.” 

He has a lump forming in his throat and rage bubbling in his chest. He thanks God that he’d arrived here just in time and made the decision to run into the restaurant to speak to you when he did. He’d heard the sound of you screaming from the back of the restaurant right as he was about to ask the waitress if she’d seen you, and saw red as he’d sprinted through the booths and tables to get to you. 

He was going to kill this son of a bitch. 

You fall limp in his arms as your breathing regulates, your chest and the back of your throat aching like you just ran a marathon - your head feels like a brick. You let your eyes flutter closed and bury your face into the crook of Hotch’s neck, inhaling his scent. You remember back to the day you first met, almost four months ago now, the cold Virgina air, the rain, the way he’d given you his blazer - your body relaxes slightly. 

The noise of the hustle and bustle outside the bathroom area starts to become louder as you finally start feeling present again, feeling returning to your hands and feet.

You hear a familiar voice right outside. “You need to let me in, it’s my friend in there.” You blink your eyes open.

Ma’am. It’s a crime scene, I’m afraid you can’t go in there.” A stern voice replies. 

“What? A- a crime scene? Let me through.” She says defiantly.

Emily. 

You hear a commotion and footsteps approaching, a shadow getting bigger as you release yourself from Hotch’s arms, using the back of your hand to wipe your face. She appears in the doorway then, a horrified look on her face as she gasps, the waiter trailing behind her, an embarrassed look on his face. 

Hotch turns to look at her and back at you, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you, concern etched on his face as you communicate wordlessly. 

He raises his eyebrows.

You okay? 

You nod. 

Yeah. 

“Honey.” She gasps. Hotch moves over to the side, standing up and offers Emily a tight smile as he brushes off his pant legs and hands. She sinks to her knees on the floor, sitting next to you, her arm around your shoulder, inviting you close to her. Her other hand rubs your thigh gently, and you lay your head on her shoulder, your hands wrapping around the one she has in your thigh and you squeeze. Her other hand gently brushes over your hair, as she inhales and exhales with you, her comforting presence something that you’d been sorely missing. 

Hotch signals to excuse himself to Emily and she just nods, allowing him to leave. She doesn’t ask what happened, she doesn’t speak, she doesn’t move. Just offers herself to you as her heart breaks a little at the sight of you. 

It’s around ten minutes later that Hotch returns, voices overlap through police radios as he shoos a police officer away. He crouches down to your level, a small smile on his face. 

“Hey.” He rubs a hand on your shin. “We ready to go?”

You heave a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, get me the hell out of here.” You huff. You glance at Emily. “You're coming right?”

“Of course.” She whispers with a smile, her hand squeezing yours. “I’m gonna grab some stuff from my place first, okay? I can be at yours in an hour.”

You nod. Hotch holds out his hand to help you up, collecting his blazer and draping it around your shoulders, rubbing them as he does, to reassure you. He places a hand on the small of your back, nodding at the waiter as he shows the three of you out of the back exit, Emily walking behind you. Hotch’s car is parked right outside the service entrance in the back alleyway, and you smile up at him, thankful that you wouldn’t have to walk out to the front again. 

“I’ll see you soon, honey.” Emily hugs you as you wrap your arms around her waist, squeezing tight. She places a protective kiss on your temple and nods at Hotch as she walks around to get her car. You watch her turn the corner and take a deep breath.

“Hey. Let’s get you home.” 

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Preparation

Set Up

Musical Episode Mechanics

Conclusions and Links

Heavily inspired by the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Musical Episode: Once More, With Feeling, I put together a Musical Episode for my own players that went down beautifully and here’s how you can too!

Preparation: 

1. Have your players (whether subtly asked or not, up to you) send you a playlist of songs that relate to their character, their relationships and scenarios they’ve been through in the past. Sort through these songs into “Main Plot” and “Scenarios That Could Happen”. 

Prompt Examples from my Musical Episode:

Main Plot: Prologue/Opening Narration, First Song (Morning Sequence), The Whole City is Singing, Figuring Out What is Happening, NPC Karaoke Songs, Player Karaoke Songs, A Call to BBEG, Battle Songs, Reveal of BBEG, Revealing Deepest Darkest Secret, Aftermath, End Credits and After Credits.

Scenarios That Could Happen: Dream Sequences (What Ifs, Foreshadowing or Nightmares), Reflection on their Pasts/Families/Homes, Attraction/First Kiss/Getting Together/Examining the Relationship/WooHoo Moments, How the Party is Seen, Arguments/Make Ups, Praying to their Gods, Positivity/Negativity, Stress/Learning to Relax, Fight Training, Opening Up/Confessing Feelings (Romantic, Friendly, Truthful), Cheering Up, Anger/Protests, Celebration/Drunken Songs, Death Saving Throws and Continuing the Fight.

The playlist is public so just search up DND: The Musical Episode by Princess Jasmine Flies Away.

2. Ask your players, if you haven’t already, for their deepest, darkest secret. The secret they would take to their grave. A secret about their lives or a fear they have could be the prompt. (This is what will be revealed later to the whole Party!)

As I was heavily inspired by the Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s Musical Episode, I used the episode to dive board my idea of what my “Main Plot” would be and explore the themes of secrets, speaking your truth and aftermaths. So even after my Musical Episode, my players and their characters were still thinking of what was revealed and what to do going forward with their relationships and themselves. That’s what will make your Musical Episode fun but also thought-provoking and memorable.

Examples from my Musical Episode:

“I’m going to die in six months.”

“I fear I’m on the path to becoming my step-father.”

“I fear my mission from my Goddess is to simply be the sidekick.”

Set Up:

1. Curse your Party. 

Example (taken from DNDSpeak and tweaked, warning a little gruesome): I sent my party on a mission to rid the City’s Sewers of the Oozes and Slimes that lived down there as the previous adventurers sent had not returned. While giving hint, and a child NPC who asked them to look, that recently a lot of pets had gone missing in the area around the Sewers. 

With every Ooze and Slime encounter, a voice would call out asking the adventurers to leave, getting more and more angry, desperate and threatening as they approached their hiding place. 

In this evil Bard’s hidden lair, they discovered the Bard had been stealing pets and using them to make into instruments. Not allowing the Party to leave, they fought and the Bard lost but just before he did, the Bard cursed my party. 

The players killed the Bard with fire so all the set up and hints in his lair burnt with him but if they hadn’t, they would have gotten hints of his worship to a certain demon and how he was planning to give his instruments as a gift to them.

I let my party spend the rest of the day doing whatever they liked and waited until the next day for the curse to take affect (which I recommend).

2. Setting Up Music

As I DM on Skype, I used JQBX for everyone to be able to hear the songs at the same time live but you might find other platforms or just be able to bluetooth to the speakers and use Spotify as you play in person (lucky sod).

Then completely shock your friends by awakening them to a performance. Start with a dream sequence or a morning montage or a title sequence! Have fun!

Musical Episode Mechanics:

1. When to Sing:

After the initial shock of the Opening of the Musical Episode, the party will believe the Musical Episode is a curse inflicted on just them (If you’re like me, it isn’t. It’s the whole city because that’s hilarious.) but unaware of when they will start to sing again.

I recommend it every time a party member gets emotional, reaches a perfect opportunity for a scenario song or simply plot development. These songs hint towards characters’ feelings for themselves, other characters, certain scenarios and maybe even their deepest, darkest secret so every time it happens, play the song that incredibly reads them to filth and ask them to roll a constitution saving roll, needing to beat 13. If they fail, write a tally mark for which player and wait for your finale to reveal what for.

I rewarded my players with 10XP each song as it gave them confidence to perform, improv and just get silly!

2. BBEG:

Through researching into what this curse could possibly be, introduce the demon Kacophony the Musical. They’re dramatic, crave entertainment and force people to sing for them with fiery magic, which can lead some of their victims to become Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru in Star Wars: A New Hope. The party will know Kacophony is responsible as you’ll sprinkle in the hints of burnt victims after each Musical Number, the same amount of bodies as the tally marks you’ve been collecting.

Now in my Musical Episode, I put Kacophony the Musical in the place they were cursed. My players went earlier than I would have liked so don’t be afraid to say “not the right time” for Act 3 and help them circle back to there later, after a full day of singing and dancing.

Example: I had a singing woman lead the party back to the Sewers ominously after quite a hearty song.

When discovered, Kacophony is waiting there with their goons for the “cast of today’s musical”, revealing that the person who cursed them gave a huge sacrifice to troll the city with this ridiculous curse, give Kacophony a few souls and to embarrass the party.

Example: My Evil Bard offered all his gruesome instruments and his own life to Kacophony. 

Kacophony the Musical will reveal two things.

First, what all the constitution saving rolls have been for. Every failure (a roll under 13) has led to someone’s end aka the burnt victims they have seen throughout the day. Tell your players how many people they have each ended with their rolls and if your party is as morally good as mine, you will have people ready to fight. If not, embarrassing them through song is enough for one.

Which brings me to the second reveal, Kacophony the Musical is a Musical Demon (obviously). Musicals reveal what characters are really thinking to their audience; their hopes, their dreams, their deepest, darkest secret. 

Have your party fight this demon only to be unable to not say their deepest, darkest secret to one another (it’s up to you if its based on roll or unescapable), causing a ton of big reveals, suspense and tension, which Kacophony can use as a getaway. 

It’s up to you if you want the party to defeat Kacophony the Musical. I didn’t as I preferred the idea of Kacophony being a showman who hides behind their spells and goons, reads the party to filth and then just leaves when it gets boring, leaving them on the mind of the party long afterwards but if you do want your party to defeat them, then make it so. 

Kacophony the Musical’s Character Sheet: Inspiration from Rahadin from Curse of Strahd and Cantus by u/Jacknerik

3. The Curse and Aftermath:

Finally, the curse lasts for 24 hours, so when your players awaken the next morning, the curse will be gone but no one will forget how yesterday changed their lives and how flipping awesome your session was. 

In the aftermath, my players had a lot of role-play heavy conversations which led them to build up their relationships and their own storylines and a city of people who either were trying to remember the awesome lyrics they sang yesterday or are now afraid of music (possible Footloose inspired sequel adventure).

Conclusion:

Either way it was a lot of fun and certainly went down as one of my best sessions as a DM.

Thank you so much for reading, my name is PrincessJasmineFliesAway on everything else and my credentials in DMing can be described as Wizarding World 2.0, Shifting into the Star Wars Sequels and Barbie Mermaida the Campaign. Goodbye.

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Longitudinalwaveme Reviews Some More Old Comics (and One New One), Part 2

Batman #321, “Dreadful Birthday, Dear Joker...!” 

The story opens with Commissioner Gordon receiving an invitation to the Joker’s birthday party. “Black tie optional, funny hats mandatory”. A few seconds later, everyone in police headquarters doubles over laughing, the victims of Joker’s, well, Joker gas. 

Batman is on the scene only a few seconds later, and starts punching out Joker’s goons. Unfortunately, by the time he’s finished doing this, both Joker and Commissioner Gordon have disappeared. 

Eminently Quotable Joker: “Ah---the Batman! What an expected surprise! And what a waste of a perfectly good window! Couldn’t you have used the door?” 

As Joker leaves in his Jokermobile, the police officers tell Batman that the Joker also captured Robin earlier that day (by pretending to be a woman with car problems!) 

Meanwhile, Selina Kyle, Lucius Fox, and Alfred are talking when the Joker bursts in and kidnaps them as well. Notably, Selina mentions that she’s been having terrible headaches. 

Selina Kyle wakes up in a room with Batman; the other kidnapees wake up in the Joker’s “Ha-Hacienda” on his “victim-go-round”. 

Eminently Quotable Joker: “Tomorrow is my birthday, and by way of celebration, I intend to eliminate all you who’ve crossed me, while all of Gotham watches! It’s not exactly the catcher’s mitt I really wanted...but it’s a pretty fair second place! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

Hawkman stars in a Hostess cupcake ad! 

The Joker murders one of his own henchman with his “BANG!” flag gun for not laughing at his joke. 

Eminently Quotable Joker (in response to Robin saying “You’re out of your mind!”): “Gloriously so! Isn’t it wonderful?” 

In order to get his audience, the Joker put an ad in the newspaper that states that the “Harlequin Baking Company” will be inviting all of Gotham to  sample its wares at the Seaside Coliseum. AND IT WORKS, because everyone in Gotham has the IQ of turnips. A bazillion people come to the Coliseum to get free food. 

Joker dramatically reveals himself to everyone and explains that he’s going to blow up all the people he hates with a giant cake bomb. Then Batman arrives and offers himself in exchange for the other hostages. This goes exactly how you’d expect it to go, but Batman manages Batman his way out of the trap, saving both himself and all of his friends. 

Joker runs away and jumps into a boat. Batman follows him, they fight for a bit, and then the Joker apparently blows himself up. But he’s not dead, because nothing can kill the Joker. Batman even says so. 

This would’ve made a great episode of B:TAS. 

Batman #322, “Chaos--Coming and Going!” 

And now for something completely different! 

Catwoman looks at a bunch of old newspaper clippings of herself, as the comic hints fairly subtly that she might be unwell (just as her headaches last issue did). 

Meanwhile, a van is delivering issues of the tabloid The Gotham Guardian...when a thrown bundle of newspapers is intercepted by a boomerang! Captain Boomerang is in Gotham City! 

The two men in the van react by promptly trying to run Digger over....only for him to slice their van in half with a boomerang!

Digger yells at them to tell their boss that this was only a warning: the mysterious boss owes him a million dollars, and he wants it in 24 hours or else. 

Then Batman shows up out of nowhere and he and Boomerang get into a fight. Digger distracts Batman by using his exploding boomerang to damage a nearby building. This causes some rubble to fall on one of the drivers. Batman goes to rescue him, and Digger vanishes. 

Green Arrow stars in a Hostess fruit pie ad! 

Batman talks to Alfred about Captain Boomerang, telling him to ask Lucius Fox to find out who owns the Guardian, since he’s probably Boomerang’s next target. He also refuses to call the Flash in for help. “The night I can’t handle a punk like Boomerang is the night I hang up my cowl!” 

Catwoman goes to a doctor and it’s confirmed that she is, in fact, dying. She has less than a month to live and the only cure is some Egyptian herbs that have been lost to time. 

Meanwhile, Captain Boomerang lets us know that he hates Gotham. “Lor’, but I hate this cronky town! I never would’ve come her from Central City if it wasn’t for my million quid!” 

Apparently, Captain Boomerang set up a retirment fund for himself and is ticked off that has money was subsequently stolen. 

“It’s really rum--downright ironic! The one time I play the game by their rules--and it’s me who gets taken for a sucker! Well, nobody crosses “Digger” Harkness--and gets away with it intact!” That’s our Digger! 

Also, he has a giant boomerang hidden under a tarp. 

Catwoman goes to the museum to see a display about cats...and conveniently, some ancient Egyptian medicinal herbs are there. Catwoman determines to take them so she can save herself. 

Batman asks the most Irish Irishman to ever walk the pages of the comic book about where he might be able to find Captain Boomerang, but he hasn’t heard anything. Then Alfred calls Batman and tells him that Lucius has discovered that the Gotham Guardian is owned by a corporation which serves as a front for a guy named Gregorian Falstaff. 

The man in question is eating dinner at a hotel when he is rudely interrupted by Captain Boomerang, who knocks out Falstaff’s bodyguard and demands his money. Falstaff plays dumb, claiming that the whole thing was an unfortunate accident and offering to write him a check. Boomerang insists that it’s cash or nothing (since he doesn’t trust Falstaff). Then Batman shows up, and Digger throws a smoke bomb boomerang that distracts Batman long enough for him to knock him out with another boomerang. 

“You gave it a fair dinkum try, cobber-but fair ain’t enough when  you’re dealin’ with the likes of me!’” Didgeridoo! Crikey! Steve Irwin! Can you tell I’m Australian yet? 

Selina Kyle tries to call Bruce but can’t get ahold of him, so she decides to take matters into her own hands and pulls out her Catwoman costume. 

When Batman comes to, he’s been tied to the giant boomerang. 

“Nothin’ permanent, mate--you’re simply tied to my giant rocket-powered boomerang! Only Flash’s super-speed saved him from the original--and without super-powers you’ll never escape this improved version!” So...which one of the giant boomerangs you used to launch the Flash into space are we talking about here, Digger? Because there’ve been at least four at this point. 

Boomerang launches the boomerang into the air and it explodes. Digger is naturally convinced that he’s killed Batman, only for Batman to promptly prove him wrong by showing up alive and well. “Nobody could possibly survive a flight on my Doomerang!” Oh, Digger...

Batman explains that he survived by “maneuvering my bonds toward the Doomerang’s rocket-jets--and the ignition-flames freed me! Then I simply slipped away under the cover of all that smoke before the Doomerang took off!” I love that Batman also calls the thing a Doomerang (with a totally straight face, mind you.) 

Then Digger throws a boomerang at Batman at the same time Batman throws a Batarang at him. But because Batman is Batman, he wins the boomerang duel and knocks Digger out. Way to take away Digger’s only accomplishment there, Batman. It’s like if Superman won any of his races against the Flash. 

Batman decides to investigate Falstaff. 

Meanwhile, at the museum, someone who looks like Catwoman is stealing one of the exhibits....

Flash #286, “The Color Schemes of the Rainbow Raider”

This issue introduces the greatest villain of all time...the dreaded Rainbow Raider! 

After a long day at work, Barry Allen is heading home...only for an alarm to go off at the Centrex Art Museum! Barry has to promptly go into action as the Flash as Barry thinks about how tired he is. Apparently, his new police chief, Darryl Frye, has made him work overtime three times in one week alone. 

Suddenly, a rainbow appears, bewildering Barry, as it hasn’t rained for the past week. Barry runs inside the museum to find the guards crying inexplicably. Barry deduces that the thief has been altering their emotions and realizes that this is probably not one of his established Rogues. 

Sure enough, he soon comes face-to-face with the Rainbow Raider!

“Welcome, Flash! I didn’t think you and I would be meeting so soon...but sooner or later we were bound to clash! Allow me to introduce myself! I am the Rainbow Raider---the most colorful criminal this city’s ever seen!” Oh, Roy. You’re so amazingly silly, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Roy shoots a beam of blue light at Barry, who somehow deduces that this was what enabled him to mess with the emotions of the guards. Barry dodges the blast of blue light, but it hit and knocked out by a blast of black light. 

The police are suitably baffled by the Rainbow Raider, who, incidentally, signed his crime scene with “The Rainbow Raider was here!” That’s amazing. 

Meanwhile, the Flash runs home, for the Rainbow Raider has...uh....sucked all of the color out of his body! Somehow! Wha? 

Meanwhile, in a mobile trailer, Roy is gloating to himself. “Now I know I’m ready for the big leagues--on a par with seasoned criminals like Captain Cold and Mirror Master!” Uh...sure, Roy. 

Batman and Catman star in a Hostess cupcake ad! 

“Roy G. Bivolo is compelled by higher motivations--like art appreciation!” 

Roy reveals that he suffers from achromotopsia, a rare form of colorblindness that means he sees the world entirely in greyscale. This fact apparently scuppered his burgeoning artistic career, because the art critics of Central City have never heard of black-and-white artwork even though it totally exists. 

Also, Roy’s dad was apparently a, quote, “leading world-renowned optometrist”, and he tried to create goggles that would allow Roy to see color. He passed away shortly after Roy turned 21; having finished the googles just days before. 

When Roy tested them a few weeks later, he found that they hadn’t cured his colorblindness...but that they could shoot out “bands of multi-colored solid light particles that I could literally “ride” through the sky”. Roy then uses his father’s notes to unlock even more abilities with his goggles. Eventually, his mother also passed away, and Roy decided to turn to crime. 

“Since I was robbed of a brilliant art career as a painter--I think it’s only fitting that I rob others....rob them of the pleasure they’ve derived all these years from priceless works of art I myself have never been able to enjoy! If I can’t see them in all their glory---then neither will anyone else!” Roy...that’s insane. 

Barry Allen fails in his attempt to flirt with Fiona Webb, then exposits about pseudoscience. “The color black appears black because it absorbs the light waves of all other colors...without reflecting them! Those black beams the Rainbow Raider enveloped me with must’ve had a similar effect--saturating my body with radiation that prevents me from reflecting any and all light-waves...leaving me totally colorless!” SCIENCE! 

Barry uses makeup and hair day to make himself look normal. As a result, he’s 20 minutes late to work and gets chewed out by his boss. 

Also: “The unnatural inner-vibrations from this color drain are steadily sapping more and more energy from my molecules by the minute!” More SCIENCE! 

Barry is about to get to work when he hears about the opening of the Skytop Art Gallery. Assuming that this would be an ideal target for the Rainbow Raider, he goes into action as the Flash. 

Roy has created a distraction by using his emotional manipulation powers to get all of the art patrons to fight each other while he escapes. Barry runs up a building and onto Rainbow Raider’s rainbow...whereupon Raider shoots a blinding light at him, causin him to slip off the rainbow and almost fall to his doom. Luckily, his ability to vibrate through anything saves his life, as he manages to vibrate through a green car he was about to land on. 

Barry then finds that he’s turned totally green. ‘I must’ve been vibrating on the precise wavelength of the color green when I passed through this heap--somehow allowing me to regain my capacity to absorb green light-waves!” SCIENCE! He then starts running through vehicles of other colors to regain his capacity to absorb those light-waves, too. Since Raider is colorblind, he can’t figure out what the Flash is up to. 

When Raider takes one last blast at the Flash, the effects restore him to normal, and Flash is able to make quick work of the Rainbow Raider. 

I love the Rainbow Raider so much.

[shushushleep]

Refuge

Word Count: 1590

Warning: Has a bit of violence in it but other than that it’s just all fluff fluff fluff

This one is a oneshot  of L!L and Lena, where L!L was declared dead but one night Lena had an unexpected visitor at her office...

Hello hello wonderful people, I wasn’t able to finish the A Broken Heart And A Spotless Mind series, i’m having troubles with the plot but it will be out soon, but for now I hope this will do. 😄😄😄

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“Y/N...You’re alive?” Your sister was take a few steps back because last week she saw your corpse being buried six feet under the ground.

“Alive and kicking…Well you know Luthors die hard sis.” You grin and pass by her, you poured some scotch into a glass then take a seat into her office chair and turn away from Lena to face the view of National City from the building.

“You know, you sound like Lex.” She raises her eyebrow. You took a sip from the glass. As soon as the alcohol sits in your mouth for like three seconds, you feel that burning sensation happening in your mouth you spat it out and face your older sister.

“Jeez, does this one came from mother or are all scotch taste like this? I thought it would taste better but I still prefer my orange juice…goodness I need water.” You stuck out your tongue trying to fan out the heat happening in your mouth while getting a bottle of water from Lena’s mini fridge, you chug down the water not stopping until you’re relieved. After drinking the cold water, you lie down on the sofa and covered your face with your forearm while your other arm was left dangling.

Lena grabbed a chair and set it beside you. “So care to tell me, how you came back from the dead, or are you just going to lie down at my sofa and pretend like it’s just an over worked day and nothing out of the ordinary happened a week ago?” She folds her arms while she waited for your answer. “Lee, can we about this tomorrow morning, I got really tired escaping from Lex’s goons.” You sighed still not removing your forearm. “What do you mean? Lex’s goons? You mean Mercy and Otis Graves? But they’re both dead, a Hellgrammite killed them.” She knits her brow because of her confusion and worry at the same time.

“That’s where you’re wrong; you see Mercy did die from the Hellgrammite but Otis…” You chuckled bitterly as you remove your forearm and sat up.

“He was alive and he somehow managed to recruit some friends.” You avert Lena’s gaze, you breathed deeply and you remove your jacket and sweatshirt only leaving you in a tank top and showed her a dried long scar that was sitting between the side of your neck to your shoulder. Lena was alarmed by the information that you’ve just revealed to her, her eyes welled up and her heart aches because she wasn’t there to protect you from Otis or from Earth’s madman that you we’re unfortunate enough to call him your brother. She came closer to take a good look at your scar and she brushed her fingers gently against it, she couldn’t imagine to what you’ve undergone these past few days, tears began to fall from her face.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry, I should’ve been there to protect you… I couldn’t imagine what terrible things they did to you…” The older woman’s voice breaks because she imagined how scared you we’re alone by the hands of a psychopath and his brutal henchmen. You held her hand and looked at her in the eyes and gave her a weak smile to reassure her.

“Lee…it’s not your fault, and I’m the one put myself in danger at the first place. You don’t have to blame yourself.” You pulled away from her and opened your arms to show you that you’re fine well at least physically a bit.

“Yes, I’m a little battered and had a few bruises and… emotionally damage… But other than that I’m alright.” You tried to convince Lena you’re alright and she has nothing to worry about you but your eyes betrayed you, because your eyes starts to water and a little later it was falling uncontrollably. You just broke down in front of her. She didn’t let another second pass that she hugged you as soon as you collapsed; you cried in her arms, you poured it all out.

“You’re safe now with me, let it all out.” She said to reassure you that you’re protected from any harm; she pats your head and continued to hug you whispering comforting words. You just spend two hours sobbing into Lena’s arms, her warmth had wind you down as time passed. She waited for you to fully calm down and she reached a water bottle along with the tissue box and offered it to you and you took it, you wiped your tears with your hands and blew your nose into the tissue and wiped it then took a sip from the water bottle and let out a deep breath. You sat there in the sofa quietly fidgeting the water bottle staring at the floor; Lena snapped you back to reality and pulled you once again into a hug.

“The driver is waiting for us downstairs, ready to go?” You nodded and you put your sweater and jacket on. While Lena grabbed her bag and make a mental note to ask for her office to get cleaned up due to your shenanigans earlier, drinking scotch and spatting it out all over the floor. While you suddenly stared at your reflection at the mirror, your eyes are puffy and your nose is still red from all that crying session but you brush it off and just prayed that no one would see it.

“(Y/N), let’s go home.” You two exit her office and head for the elevator and the whole time Lena was side hugging you. It was already ten o’ clock, so there aren’t so much people in the building, only the maintenance staff and security guards are only ones left in the building. You two we’re greeted by the driver at the lobby.

“Miss Luthor, good evening.” He greeted Lena and she greets him back and then he was not expecting to see you, his eyes we’re wide open and his mouth drops.

“Miss (Y/N)…good evening…” You gave him a little smile and you chuckled a bit

“Drew, Hi… Well you look like you saw someone came back from the dead.” You joked and you and Lena both laughed about Drew’s reaction then climbed into the car. You leaned into Lena’s shoulder for the rest of the ride. A few minutes later you’ve arrived at Lena’s apartment building, you climbed down and you head to the private entrance of the building where you waited for Lena who’s currently talking to Drew for some orders.

“Drew, you have to keep this a secret, don’t tell anyone about (Y/N)…not a single soul. I mean it.” She said it to him looking him directly with her piercing green eyes.

“Of course, Miss Luthor.” He replied then Lena gave her a nod as a permission that he can now leave as soon as he parked the car.

Lena goes to you with her hands on your shoulder as you enter the private entrance and into the elevator that leads directly to her penthouse.

She enters a passcode and placed her thumb at the scanner; the door opened revealing her pristine, large, and monochromatic suite.

“You need to add a little color to your abode Lee… It’s like I’m looking through some HD 60’s TV show.” Lena chuckled at your remark.

“I will, as soon as I get the time...but for the mean time this will do.” You plop down into her cloud sofa inhaling the familiarity of the place.”

“Hey, get ready for bed, you need some sleep, you can sleep at my room if you want or you can sleep at your room.” She gave you some of your clothes that she may or may have not stolen from your closet.

“This sweater… these pajamas…where did you get these? I’ve been looking for these in ages.”

“I may or may have not borrowed a couple of clothes in your closet...” You narrowed your eyes into her

“What? It’s comfy.” She replied, you throw your hands in the air letting her slide this time and both of you chuckled. As soon as you’re done showering and change clothes you head to your room, where you have always stayed then you saw the picture that was placed beside the lamp, it was a picture of you and Lena, the left on was taken your first day of school of preschool crying and a third grade Lena hugging you and the other photo was taken during your birthday; you two just goofing around making silly faces yourself. You smiled at yourself remembering those times, you we’re so thankful that you have Lena as your sister. You grabbed the fluffy pillow and left your room and knock at Lena’s bedroom door, you opened the door and you saw her already asleep, so you just joined her in the bed and you tried to be as quiet as possible not to disturb her. You slip yourself in the covers and lay beside Lena. As soon as you settle yourself, you feel an arm around you.

“No one’s going to hurt you as long as I am here.” You smiled to yourself because who knew the CEO of LCorp whose notorious of being unreadable, stoic, and fearless woman is a big softie.

“Who knew the big bad Lena Luthor, could be this soft.” You kid

“And who knew that (Y/N) Luthor can be used as a huggable pillow.” She retorts

“Hey… I have a reputation to maintain you know.” You two chuckled and happily snooze away...

[krillin-fanfic]

Revelations

Here we go, my humble submission for K18 Day 2020! The prompt was “Relationship Reveal”*, I believe, so I went with a version of how I think it might have unfolded.   If you prefer to read it on the fic sites, here’s the links:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12092562/chapters/64659265  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12652303/15/The-Chestnut-Festival And now, on with the show! 

The first time they told someone, it was an accident. 

Krillin and 18 had been visiting Chi-Chi and her boys that day. It'd been nothing unusual for them; 18 had long ago gotten over her shyness around the other woman due to Krillin's insistence he spend time helping her with her home and her son and 18's reluctance to be left alone anywhere within fifty feet of the old man and the pig. (And being honest? Most humans were just dull or annoyed her) and thus 18 found herself typically in the company of the woman she'd only really known as "Goku's wife". Much to 18's surprise, she was quite outgoing... and surprisingly forgiving of the whole "an evil doctor kidnapped me and turned me into a cyborg to kill your husband" thing. She'd even started inviting 18 to come visit her even without Krillin and had come to greatly enjoy her company. In fact, 18 found herself considering the rather friendly-but-feisty woman to be one of the only two friends she really had. 

A loud whoop and a giggling taunt could be heard from the side yard, and she smiled. The two kids Chi-Chi had certainly didn't hurt, either.18 had been apprehensive around the older boy, Gohan, at first; between not being the most sociable of people and the strangeness of the little bookworm being able to crush a monster as powerful as Cell, one couldn't exactly blame her. But over the past year, she'd found him to be quite friendly and accepting of her, a trait, Krillin had told her, he inherited from his father. 18 found herself enjoying spending time with the lad too, listening along with Krillin and his mother as the boy would ramble on and on about some fascinating new factoid he'd rad, or playing baseball with the boy outside. (She noted with pride that, despite the boy's fearsome strength and blinding speed, he could still never manage to hit her changeup.) 

A tiny squeak and a yawn emanated from the tiny, spiky-haired bundle in 18's arms caught her attention. 18 remembered the day they'd gone to visit after little Goten had been born and being petrified. Being around a kid was something she was just getting used to, but a baby? 18 had been stiff and standoffish for nearly that whole night. And for Chi-Chi to actually ask her to hold him barely a week later? Babies were loud, smelly, delicate, and uncomfortable, there was no way she'd even consider it! 

Until finally, one day, out of necessity... she caved. Chi-Chi had been trying to juggle cooking and caring for a fussy baby, and 18 being unwilling to see this much struggling, took the baby for a moment. And she immediately fell in love with the little bundle. The poofy hair, the tiny hands and feet, that adorable smile and giggle... The little Saiyan had 18 enamored with him in no time flat, and whenever Chi-Chi or Gohan weren't holding him, it seemed 18 or Krillin were. She smiled at the little one as he smacked his lips and drifted back to sleep. 

"You really are so good with him." 18 looked up to see Chi-Chi with a tray of steaming hot tea, smiling. "I haven't seen him sleep this soundly in a little while. He seems to find you quite comforting." 

18 couldn't help but allow herself an amused smirk at the irony. "He's a good little guy," she replied. "Almost hard to believe he's such a loud ball of energy when he's awake." 

Chi-Chi set down her tray and chuckled, taking a seat on the sofa next to her. "He's very much like his father that way." 18 handed the baby over to her and she kissed his forehead gently before laying him in the rocking bed by her feet. "I tell you, that man would sleep like a baby, dead to the world, calm and peaceful as can be. Then the next thing ya know, he's up and bouncing around and eating anything I didn't nail down to the table." She sweatdropped. "That was when I learned wax fruit was a no-no on the decoratin' front." 

18 blew on her cup of tea and raised a brow. "He ate wax fruit Did he not stop when he realized?" 

Chi-Chi picked up her cup and chuckled. "Nope. Just complained they were bitter. Told him it was wax fruit and he said not to pick fruit from the wax trees anymore." She smiled. "But then every morning, it was right over to little Gohan's crib. He was joined at the hip to that baby, I swear." 

18 sipped her tea and smiled. "Had him wrapped around his finger, huh?" 

"Oh gosh, you got no idea, hon. When Gohan was born, he was fascinated by him. Sometimes he'd just sit there staring at him like he was trying to figure him out. But before long, he was holding him constantly, taking naps with him..." her eyes widened "and I can't tell you how many times I had ta stop him from tryin' to share his food with him long before he was ready. Those were some hair-raising moments, I can tell you that." 

Her face softened again. "Even when he'd go trainin' though, he always stayed closer to home, and started taking Gohan on trips with him so he could study the wildlife in the area while he did his workout." She put down her tea and smiled at her sleeping infant. "I'm sure he'd be the same way with Goten too. He wasn't always the best traditional father, but my Goku was a good papa." 

18 traced the rim of her cup with a finger and smiled. "Sounds like it to me. I know my Krillin can be the same way. Absolutely loves kids, especially your boys."  

Chi-Chi raised a brow for a moment, shocked. "O-oh!" she grinned. " Yes! He's been a very big help with Gohan. Can't think of anyone I'd rather have as a role model, ahaha!" 

Now it was 18's turn to raise a brow as she sipped nervously. "Hmm." 

"Jeez, kid, did you really have to throw the ball that hard? I think my hand might be numb for like a week." 

The ladies glanced over in the direction of the opening front door to see Krillin enter the house, shirt and pants covered in grass stains, with an apologetic Gohan in tow, carrying a now-deflated football. 

"I'm sorry, Krillin! Is your hand ok?"

Krillin laughed. "Yeah, I'm fine, relax." He held up a finger. "Your next assignment though: work on your control. Can't be tossing balls so hard they break in people's hands." He looked at Chi-Chi and 18 and smiled. "Sorry we took so long out there. Time kinda got away from us."

Chi-Chi waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, you're fine. We were just having a little girl talk, and I was just about to start making lunch anyhow." She gestured toward the sleeping bundle at her feet. "Gohan, would you please take your brother to his bed and get cleaned up? Seems he's out for the long haul."

"Sure thing, mom." Gohan gently scooped up his baby brother and started down the short hallway as Krillin took a seat on the arm of the sofa by 18.

Chi-Chi smoothed her dress. "Now then," she grinned at the two, "is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

Krillin scratched his head in bewilderment. "Uh... you mean about Gohan? Well, he's at that age, so we did sort of have a puberty talk, but-"

Chi-Chi giggled ."I mean about you two, sillies!" She looked at 18. "I mean, how long have you two been a couple and you didn't even tell me?!"

18 visibly tensed but her face remained set in stone. "I'm sorry... what are you talking abo-"

"Ah-ah! Nope!" Chi-Chi held up a finger. "No playing dumb with me, miss! I'd been wondering for a little while now. The looks you two shoot each other," she gestured at their seating arrangement. "The way you always have to be close to each other." She winked at 18. "And just now you called him your Krillin. That's not something that 'just happens' when talking about a friend."

Krillin's jaw dropped a little as 18's face flushed a deep red. He put a hand on 18's shoulder. "18... babe, did you tell her?"

18, still tense and red-faced, nodded slowly. "Y-yeah. So what? Maybe I'm just tired of pretending, huh? Maybe I wanna talk to my only other friend about stuff too..."

Krillin hopped off the couch and kneeled in front of her. "Nono, hon, you don't have to defend that decision to me. We discussed this, 'member? Whenever you're ready, right?" 18 nodded and he smiled, his own face flushing as well.

"Uhm... Chi-Chi," he turned to her. "Please, can you just... keep this between us for now? Please." He took 18's hand in his and she gripped it tightly. "18's never really had much privacy in her life, and she was super worried about people trying to pry and being nosy... we agreed to keep this a secret until she was ready to tell people herself. So please, especially not Bulma. You know how she can be..."

Chi-Chi put both hands up. "Oh, of course, of course! I completely understand. Secret's safe with me, honest." She shifted forward and rested her chin in her hand. "But uh... how long? When did it happen?"

"A few weeks ago..." 18 spoke up, finally shifting her gaze from the floor to her friend again, cheeks still red. "We... we were stargazing on the roof when the old man was gone. Like we usually do, and... I dunno what it was, but something just felt different. Like... I felt really happy, y'know? And.. weirdly safe. Like there was nothing in the world that could have touched me in that moment." 18 smiled softly. "And he... told me I looked really pretty in the moonlight. In this way that felt so sincere and honest... I asked to hear it again. And again. And then..."

"She kissed me," Krillin interrupted, a big dopey grin on his face. "Ow!" he rubbed his shoulder where 18 slugged him. "What?"

"Don't interrupt, goon." 18 scowled, but there was a playfulness to her eyes that betrayed her.

"Apologies, miss. I shan't interrupt again." he kissed her hand softly, and 18 blushed even harder, hiding her face behind a shirt sleeve.

Chi-Chi squealed. "Oh my gosh, you two are just too adorable!" She planted a hand on both their shoulders. "Congratulations, you two! Honestly, it was about time you finally pulled the trigger on this. I think I knew before either of you did." She laughed as the two nervously looked away.

"H-how?"

Chi-Chi smirked slyly. "Well it's not as if Krillin kept his feelings a secret, I've known him for years and his emotions are easy to read as a book. But you..." she shook a finger at 18. "You took a bit longer, but it wasn't hard to see he was more than just a friend to you. I'd say it was probably around the time you started asking me to teach you how to cook that I knew for sure." She winked. "These boys are all the same, the way to the heart is through the stomach."

As if on cue, Krillin's stomach growled and 18 chuckled. "Well it was either that or give him food poisoning, I suppose."

Chi-Chi stood and pumped a fist. "Right! Well, I better get lunch going. Gohan's no doubt close to done cleaning up, and I'm sure he'll be starved too." She cast a side-eye at 18. "Be glad you're not cooking for Saiyans, dear. Lemme tell you, it's a full-time job."

She trotted to the kitchen, pulled out a big pot, and started filling it with water, sparing the occasional glance up to see the two lovebirds in their own little world, holding hands, talking happily, and stealing the occasional kiss. She smiled. 'They look so happy.'

18 gripped Krillin's hand just a tiny bit tighter The initial nerves had subsided. She was glad she'd told, to be honest, and happier still that Chi-Chi agreed to keep it a secret, but there was still that lingering sense of paranoia she couldn't quite shake. Her privacy and autonomy were things she highly valued, and the idea of certain people prying and wanting to grill her for information on her personal life still scared her. But...

She smiled.

But now she had Krillin. Her Krillin. Her best friend, her support... and now more.

And somehow, she knew, everything would be alright.

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meant to be a pogue | Mayward

Request:  If you’re still taking prompts- Kook! JJ who falls in love with Pope the first time he every sees him. But Pogues aren’t really keen on kooks so queue jj tryin desperately to get popes attention and time any way he can

Warning: fighting, underage drinking, kook!JJ being awkward, mentions of child abuse

Author’s Note: Welp, this turned out longer than expected but I wanted to give a little background so this happened. The time jumps aren’t my favorite, but the story needed it.

JJ goes to impress some girl. It’s silly really. He doesn’t usually go for the smart ones, but she seems nice enough and he was up for the challenge. It was pretty well known that he was a player and normally the smart ones didn’t go for him either. They were too smart for that, but she’s shown a bit of interest so he figured he might as well go for it. 

He honestly didn’t know they had a mathlete team. He normally wouldn’t be caught dead at some event like this, but he was trying to impress her. It was easy really. He went up before it all started, smirk on his lips and shot her a few compliments. She giggles and smiles and twirls her hair a bit and he knows he’ll be fine.

But then the meet starts.

JJ can’t take his eyes off him. This boy - Pope he learns as the meet goes on - answers almost all of the questions for the other team. Actually, he answers almost every question of the meet, basically wiping the floor with the competition. 

JJ is impressed. He doesn’t know why. Pope is enchanting though. He rambles a bit with each answer, dragging the meet out a bit longer than it would normally last. He says everything in a tone that doesn’t make you feel stupid and JJ doesn’t even know how. The few questions his team, including the girl he was actually here for, answered made him feel stupid, like he should know these things. Pope didn’t make him feel like that. Pope actually said it in a way that made it easy to understand. 

And okay. JJ has never looked at someone and instantly lost his breath or had his heart pound when he heard their voice. It was stupid really, like something described in a movie. It leaves him a bit confused, especially when the girl starts to talk to him after the meet, complaining about Pope in a condescending way that rubs JJ the wrong way. 

“Just because he’s smarter than you doesn’t mean you can drag him like that.” JJ has never really had a filter, but his eyes widen at the words and the shock is mirrored on the girl’s face as well. She simply shakes her head and walks away. JJ doesn’t follow her. 

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JJ finds him at the annual memorial day kegger and he’s had a lot of time to think. It’s been nearly four weeks since he last saw Pope and he’s managed to work through some of his feelings. It was a bit confusing when he realized he was attracted to a guy for the first time, but he did a bit of research, figured some shit out and realized that maybe it wasn’t so bad. He could do this. He just had to be careful about the whole thing. 

Pope is sitting by the fire with John B and Kie. The group is well known among the kooks, always causing trouble and stirring shit up. JJ usually stays out of it, but he knows Rafe and some of his goons have beat on the group a few times in the past. JJ is better known for beating on his fellow kooks rather than pogues. 

“Hey,” JJ says, because he’s standing in front of him now and he doesn’t know how to flirt with a guy. He’s never flirted with the guy before. “You were really good at the mathlete meet a few weeks ago.” Does complementing work with guys too? Girls loved that kind of shit. 

The other looks sceptical and JJ can tell John B is a bit on edge. It wasn’t really normal for kooks and pogues to mix even at parties and he figured it would raise some suspicion, but he hadn’t realized the other’s would be ready for a fight. 

“Ah, yeah, thanks man,” Pope replies, frown pulling down his lips as he glances at Kie. JJ recognizes her from a few of his classes. She doesn’t really hang out with anyone at their school. 

“I’m JJ,” he introduces. Why the hell was this so hard? He was totally screwing this up. 

“Pope.” He takes a sip of his beer, nodding his head toward John B, “This is John B and Kie.” 

“You’re in my math class, right?” JJ is trying to find something to talk about with them. He figures relating to Kie is probably the best bet at this point. She at least went to his school. 

“Yeah, I think so. You don’t exactly show up to class though.” And that breaks the ice. The four of them are laughing as JJ finds himself sitting in front of them, trying to defend himself, but knowing it is fruitless to do so. He barely shows up to class. 

He spends the rest of the kegger with the pogues. 

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JJ finds that he fits in better with the pogues than he ever did with the kooks. The pogues are hesitant to let him hang out, but Kie vouches for him on a few occasions and he finds himself at The Wreck more times in the next few weeks than his whole life. 

The pogues are easy to hang out with. They surf, swim and go out on the boat all day when they aren’t working. These are all things the JJ prefers, reasons he doesn’t hang out with many kooks to begin with (because golf is fucking boring). It takes them a long time to actually invite him out on the boat, like it's some sacred pogue thing, but JJ says he’ll bring the beer and food and they finally crack a few weeks later. 

It isn’t just easy being around the pogues, but it’s easy being around Pope. The other is funny, kind, and level headed. He is everything the pogues are known for not being. JJ is drawn to him. He always finds himself setting next to him when they grab a bit at The Wreck. He sits next to him on the boat, legs touching and shoulders bumping. He always swims a little closer to Pope, laughs with him more. He doesn’t know if anyone notices, hopes no one does.

He swears he gets a vibe from Pope. The other doesn’t move away, doesn’t say anything when JJ invades his personal space more often than necessary (and yeah, JJ is a little touch starved, but they don’t know that). There have definitely been a few times that Pope has looked at him a little longer than necessary, eyes glancing down at his lips. 

But JJ could also just be making all of his up because he wanted it to be true. 

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JJ has never gotten along with Rafe and his goons. There was a short period in junior high when he hung around Topper a bit, but the other always wanted to go to golf lessons and JJ was never interested. After that, JJ was quick to establish himself as a loner kook. 

It didn’t mean there weren’t times he didn’t hang out with the others. JJ was always looking for reasons to get out of his house and hanging out with kooks was an easy one even if it was often a lie. The problem was usually that the few times they hung out, it would end with JJ’s fist bloody and aching as he tried to calm himself down. 

This is no different. 

Rafe is standing in front of them, sneer on his face. JJ is used to his words. The off handed comments about his father always set JJ off and Rafe knows it. He does it on purpose. 

But he isn’t talking to JJ today. His eyes are firmly set on John B, “Does someone miss their daddy?” The words are condescending and teasing and JJ sees the way John B’s jaw clenches, seeing his fists tighten and sees his hand punch Rafe in the face. 

It immediately starts a brawl as the three on them go at it. The only problem is that JJ doesn’t want his friends involved. He’s dealt with this before, gotten out of many situations where it was three on one, but one look over at Pope, who has just gotten a fist in the jaw, and JJ knows he can’t get out of this so easily. He has to make sure Pope and JB are safe, make sure they’re okay because they’re his friends. He needs to protect his friends. 

So he rips Topper off Pope, shoving the other back with as much force as he can manage. Rafe is quick to punch him in the jaw. It knocks him back a few steps, but JJ catches himself, using as much force as possible to connect his fist with Rafe’s face. The other stumbles and lands on the ground and JJ can basically see the steam coming out of his ears as they stare each other down. “You’re just like your old man.” JJ lunges. 

He doesn’t know what happens next. He’s seeing red as he punches Rafe over and over again. It isn’t until Pope is behind him, pulling him off, telling him that that is enough before he finally takes in a deep breath, vision settling as he sees the crowd around them. Rafe is on the ground and his goons go to help him up. 

“This isn’t over,” Rafe says, blood dripping from his mouth before he turns to walk away, Topper and Kelce each holding an arm.

“Fuck,” JJ groans, fingers moving to his hair as he starts to walk away from the scene. Pope doesn’t say anything, simply follows after him with a grounding hand on his shoulder. 

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JJ shows up with bruises more often than he should. JJ always laughs it off, makes up random excuses that couldn’t be further from the truth. The pogues definitely don’t buy it, but they never push, they respect that JJ has some secrets he isn’t ready to reveal, will probably never reveal. 

Until he can’t hide it anymore. 

JJ has always liked the ocean. He remembers coming when he was younger, when his mother was still around. She used to hold his hand, teach him how to take deep breaths as the waves lap their feet. It was something he still did to this day. 

But he can’t hold himself up today. 

The darkness coats the sky, the moon shining off the water. The waves are rougher than usual tonight and JJ is basically soaked at this point, waves crashing against his chest, legs pulled up and arms wrapped around them in an attempt at comforting himself. 

“JJ?”

The words startle him, and he is quick to wipe at the tears dripping down his cheeks, frowning when the salt water stings the cuts that litter his face. 

JJ takes a moment to clear his throat, taking in a few deep breaths before he answers, making sure he doesn’t look at the other. The group has seen him patched up, but JJ has never shown up with fresh wounds before, ones that are harder to hide as blood runs over tan skin. “Out for a late night surf? The waves are killer tonight.” 

“Just needed to get away from my dad for a bit,” Pope answers and JJ can relate, but he’s sure in a totally different way. Pope’s dad always pressures him to do well in school, but he never hits him. JJ’s dad always starts and ends with hitting, coated with a bit of yelling. That was how he put pressure on him. “Why are you here?” 

“I’m just going for a late night swim, clear my head,” JJ lies, but it’s really only half a lie. He is here to clear his head, but he hadn’t really planned on it becoming a late night swim. He was probably going to get in trouble for ruining a perfectly good outfit. 

“In your clothes?” Pope is standing next to him now, hands in his pockets as he looks out at the horizon. JJ wants to look up, see what his expression is, but he knows he can’t. He can’t risk the other seeing his face. 

“It was spur of the moment,” he replies, letting his chin rest against his crossed arms. It’s starting to get a bit cold, causing a chill to travel up his spine. Pope doesn’t seem to notice as he takes a seat next to him, leaning back on his hands. 

“It’s peaceful without tourons.” And JJ has never wanted Pope to leave more. Actually, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted Pope to leave before, but he wants to be alone right now. He wants to wallow in his own misery and forget about his shity life for a second. 

But then he is looking up again, his mother’s voice reminding him to just breath and he can’t help the tears that stream down his cheeks, shoulders shaking as he hides his face. He doesn’t know how Pope reacts, doesn’t bother looking up when he feels arms around him, pulling him closer and simply letting him cry.  

JJ doesn’t know when they leave. He also doesn’t know where the hell they are. The place is run down and shitty. Pope mentions something about the Chateau, but JJ can’t really place where he is referring too even though he’s heard them talk about it before. 

The couch is old, nothing compared to the expensive one he is used to at his house, but this one feels worn, loved, and comforting in a way JJ can only describe as homey, something that his couch will never have. The place is dim and messy and JJ is suddenly thankful for the lighting because there is still blood on his face and purple blotches forming on his skin. 

“I’m going to get the first aid kit,” Pope announces and JJ doesn’t even notice Pope’s hand on his shoulder until it is gone. He craves the comfort that it provided, the stability. It helped ground him in a way that only the ocean has been able to for years. 

JJ falls back against the couch, a groan leaving his lips at the ache in his side. Pope is in his line of sight again, frown pulling down his lips as he reaches forward. “Do you-?” He’s holding a face cloth, worn and frayed, out for JJ to take. 

JJ simply shakes his head, pain shooting through his chin at the motion. He doesn’t even know where to begin with his face and his arms are tired. He’s tired. 

Pope simply nods, doesn’t say anything as he presses the cold cloth to his face. JJ flinches at the touch, but doesn’t pull away, lets the other take care of him. He’s thankful when Pope starts to talk, words tumbling out of his lips. He never asks what happened, simply cleans JJ up and lets him fall asleep on the couch. 

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JJ blinks his eyes open the next morning, pain shooting through his cheek as he pushes himself up. The room is completely unfamiliar and instantly his heart is pounding as he looks around, trying to figure out where he is. It isn’t until he notices Pope in the corner that he calms down, taking in a deep breath. 

“Thank fuck you’re awake,” he hears, eyes flickering back to Pope. The other is leaning back in the chair across the room, looking awkward and uncomfortable as he pushes himself into a better sitting position. He looks worried. “I was fucking getting worried. It’s like noon.” 

JJ lets out a sigh as he pushes himself off the couch, eyes glancing around the dinghy place. He isn’t sure where he is, and it must show on his face because Pope is up now, explaining, “This is the Chateau, JB’s place.” JJ feels guilt suddenly as he looks around. He can’t imagine living in a house like this, small and worn. The paint was chipping and the wood looked like it was basically crumbling from years of abuse. 

But it looked like a home. And as JJ looks around, noticing pictures of JB and his family and friends, JJ can’t help the jealousy that bubbles. The place he calls home feels more like a prison than anything, the only picture of his family is a portrait that was painted when he was a child. This place was worn, but lived in and loved in a way JJ couldn’t even imagine. 

“I have to get home,” JJ says, because he is suddenly overwhelmed. These people have so much less money than him, but they have so much more than he could ever ask for. He would throw all his money away to have this kind of love and friendship in his house rather than the cold blank walls and the cruel touch of his father's hand. 

“What? You can stay here. JB won’t mind,” Pope insists, following him out the door. JJ takes a deep breath, sucks it right into his lungs as fast as he can. He has to lean over for a moment, hands on his knees and Pope’s hand suddenly on his shoulder. He finches away from the touch as he looks at the other. 

“I have to go,” he repeats but instead of heading to the road he heads towards the water. He nearly collapses on the dock, legs pulled up and fingers running through his hair. Pope doesn’t follow, he’s thankful as he listens to the waves, taking in a breath with each wave that hits the dock. He stays there until his breath evens out and he is able to fully realize how embarrassed he is. He just freaked out for basically no reason. 

He wants to just leave, make his way back home, but he doesn’t know where JB lives so he doesn’t know how to get home and his phone is long dead. It doesn’t matter anyway because Pope is sitting on the deck, book in his lap and feet resting on the table in front of the couch. He has a cup of what JJ assumes is coffee steaming on the table and he notices a matching cup next to it. 

JJ composes himself as best he can, tugging at his wrinkled shirt and tucking it in. He shakes his head and pulls it back out before he finally steps onto the porch. 

It’s another space that is clearly lived in. The couches are old and JJ sinks into the cushion as he takes a seat next to Pope, grabbing the coffee on the table. He’s surprised Pope made it correctly, surprised Pope paid such close attention since he’s only ordered coffee a few times at The Wreck. 

“My dad has a mean right jab,” JJ says, voice quiet as he takes a sip of his coffee. It’s hot but he could use the distraction. 

“That looks like more than a right jab.” Pope puts the book down, making sure to fold down the corner before he places it on the table. He grabs the coffee as well. 

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he shrugs and he doesn’t look at Pope, can’t look at Pope because it’s always pity when people find out. He doesn’t need Pope’s pity, doesn’t want it. He just wants to go back in time, run the other way when the other showed up on the beach. 

“But you don’t deserve it.” 

The words are new. There are very few people that know about his abuse but none have ever said that, none have said that he doesn’t deserve it. 

“I’m a failure.” He can hear his father. “I’m worthless.” He closes his eyes because he doesn’t want to cry, tries to hold the tears back, but they slip out anyway. They slide down his cheek and drip from his chin. 

He wants to drop it, to move on from this conversation, has a new topic on the tip of his tongue, but Pope is right in front of him, hand moving tentatively to his cheek. “Why would you say that? You’re not a failure and definitely not worthless.” 

JJ tugs his head away, out of Pope’s grip, as he lets out a puff of air through his nose. “Most people would disagree.” His father would disagree and that’s really the only voice that matters because it’s literally been hit into him his whole life. 

“JJ,” and JJ finally looks at him, blue meeting brown eyes as he looks into Pope’s. He sucks in a breath as he looks at the other, searching his eyes for any hint of his father's words, but he doesn’t find any. “I’ve only known you a few months and I know you’re not a failure. I know you’d do anything to protect your friends. I know you bring extra food on our boat trips just to make sure JB and I have snacks for the week. I know that you’re loyal and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that you aren’t worthless.” 

And Pope is usually a rambler, but those words are crystal clear and they literally take JJ’s breath away. It’s so stupid really, because JJ is completely in love with Pope and the other didn’t even know it. He’s been in love with Pope for so long now and he doesn’t think he can hold it in any longer, not after that. 

So JJ leans forward, slow and steady, and lets Pope close that gap. To his relief, he does, pressing his lips to JJ’s, tentative and warm. It isn’t anything like the girls he’s dated in the past (if you can call a few days with the same girl dating). They were soft, needy in a way that JJ never liked. He actually stopped kissing his conquests after a while. Pope was different though, he was slow, but sure, lips firm against JJ’s without being demanding. The fingers on his face have calluses from working, rough against the cut along his jaw. 

JJ wants to stay like this forever, drown in the feeling of the other, but he has to pull back, has to get one more thing out before this goes any further. “My dad can’t find out,” he mutters because he knows the man won’t approve, has always made comments. It’s why it had taken JJ so long to even work up the courage to accept he had feelings for a guy nonetheless actually kiss said guy. 

“Yeah, okay, we can do that, we can-” and he’s rambling a little, obviously nervous so JJ simply leans forward to connect their lips again, happy when the other finally shifts so he can straddle JJ’s lap. 

“Fuck, took you idiots long enough.” The two spring apart at the words, both sets of eyes going to John B, who is currently standing at the top of his stairs, a mischievous smile on his lips. Pope slips off his lap and JJ instantly wants him back. “I mean, don’t stop on my account. I’m just grabbing some food before I head to my next job.” 

And they don’t stop. John B is in and out after only a few minutes and JJ instantly finds himself an arm full of Pope as he leans over to connect their lips again. 

[yamithediaperdork]

Happy birthday LOSER! (Mortal Instruments)

It was Jace's birthday, and the ex hunter was happy and excited as well as nervous. He'd been living with his boyfriend for half a year now, and 2 months ago Alec had found out about Jace's little kink. Jace was a humiliation junkie little, who had some rather fucked up little stories he'd written on his computer and Alec had found them, then with a little bit of snooping around their place had found a pack of teddy bear diapers and a dino print onesie. Alec made it clear he wasn't exactly a fan of the whole fetish, but had made it clear Jace could wear the diapers if he wanted..but Alec wasn't changing his ass and he expected Jace to keep being a adult in the bedroom. Jace had agreed, though it just wasn't the same but today, after a little bit of whining (ok, A LOT of whining done over the past week) he'd gotten Alec to agree to ONE night of baby play, but Alec warned him he might not like what was coming as much as he thought, since Alec would be taking inspiration from Jace's story's. Knowing just how insane his stories could get, Jace was a little worried but seeing the playpen and high chair that Alec rented for the night, he figured he was just being a silly head.

Alec smirked, Jace looked so happy/scared and he wasn't even dressed for the night yet. Part of him was having doubts about what he was planing on doing, but the truth of the matter was Jace wasn't really much of a boyfriend as of late. He was always too busy shooting his seed into his diapers or watching baby shows.  Add in what a PAIN it was to get him to do any of the chores around the house despite the fact that Alec was the one paying the rent (their original deal was Alec paid, Jace cleaned) and well the brat was just becoming more and more baby like by the day. Alec was sure on some level, Jace was going to love the surprises he had in store for him, and even if he didn't, tough. it wasn't like widdle baby Jace was gonna be able to find someone else to put up with his shit. with his doubts cleared, Alec came over as Jace finished setting up the playpen and patted the brat's butt, and confirmed a crinkle. "Didn't I tell you to wait till I was ready to put you back in huggies to wear today?" Alec asked. "Oh Uh..well see..there was this evillll witch.. and-" Jace started blushing and squirming. "A evil witch huh? How about there was a horny baby who decided NOT to listen to daddy so he just earned baby food tonight instead of Chinese from golden dragon." Alec said and smirked. "W-what? but..but..That's not-" "Does somebody wanna go to bed without din din?" Alec asked and smirked. "..No daddy." "that's what i thought.. well come on DIAPER BOY.. let's get you dressed like the BIG STUPID BABY you wanna be.." Alec said, oddly having fun as he slipped into mean daddy mode. and judging from the look on Jace's face and the way he was squirming..the birthday baby didn't mind it either. As Alec lead the way to the bedroom, Jace went to suck his thumb, only to be stopped and have a paci popped into his mouth.

Sucking big time on the paci, Jace was torn between being pouty over having to eat baby food while Alec was gonna be eating take out..and thrilled he was going to be eating baby food instead of take out. It was a scene from a lot of his stories and he had a sneaking feeling Alec had been just waiting for any little thing to give him a reason. Alec guided him over to his kitty cat print changing mat which was on the floor and Jace nodded and laid down, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of daddy striping him of his grey sweat pants and white t-shirt, though his eyes flew open when Alec slipped a finger in the leg guard of Jace's diaper. "Just as I thought, soaked. Silly baby, why didn't you tell daddy you were wet?" Alec scolded Jace. Jace, who knew for a fact he was bone dry tried to mumble out a excuse around the paci, but course all that came out was gibberish. "I suppose I can't expect someone who gets his rocks off crapping himself to know when he's wet or dry, I'll just have to check you lots on my own. it's my burden to bear." Alec said in a over the top dramatic fashion sighing. he untapped the dry diaper and then gave anther mock gasp. "Jace! why didn't you put on any baby powder? do you wanna get a icky rash around that joke you call a dick?!?" Alec asked, shaking a finger at Jace who was blushing BIG time now. His less then stellar manhood had been mentioned a few time, but Jace made up for not being able to fuck his boyfriend with his 3 inches rock hard cocklet with having a super skilled mouth and a nice tight hole that milked dick like a pro. Jace hadn't put on any baby powder because he'd been trying to hide the diaper he wasn't suppose to be wearing yet, Alec had a bloodhound sense of smell for baby powder these days. "well if you WANT a diaper rash I'm not going to argue with you. your the birthday boy after all. just don't come bitching t me when you're all itchy from being trapped in poopie diapies with no powder." Alec said running a finger on the stiff and twitching tiny dick. "of course if you WANT baby powder all you have to do is tell daddy..but the second that paci comes out my finger stops. and well, if you cream yourself like the little quick shot loser you are..I'll know you wanna be a dumb baby with diaper rash." Jace mewed and squirmed, the finger felt SO good and part of the deal for today was Jace had to goon for 6 hours yesterday and 4 hours this morning. he buckled his hips and whimpered sucking, nursing on the paci and closing his eyes as he felt his balls tighten and when pew pew. His backed up load firing out and landing on his tummy. "Diaper rash it is." Alec chuckled, and then tugged out a bag of new diapers. jace was still riding the post orgasm bliss,  coo'ing as Alec rubbed the cum in as a form of diaper cream and didn't have time to notice these weren't his normal diapers..at least not until Alec had taped him in one of them and he noticed  how stupid thick it was! His teddy bear diapers weren't exactly thin, but this damn three was like four of them in one diaper..and Alec was unfolding a second one! the material on the instead was the soft pillowly smoothness Jace was used to either, it was a harder matiral that kinda itched a little. "Butt up little guy..heh..somebody noticing these aren't his little pussy teddy diapies?" Alec asked, getting the second diaper under jace who nodded and whimpered. "These are little brats punishment diapers. guaranteed to help bratty big babies get diapie rash and leave him squirming all night long. you're suppose to use them on big babies who keep removing their diapers, but i think using them on a stupid diaper bitch who'd rather crap himself then get fucked works too." Alec said, and taped the diaper up then kissed his index and middle fingers on his right hand and tapped them on the front of the diaper. "I know you're suppose to be getting a blowjob tonight, but don't be shocked if thats as close as you get loser." Alec chuckled and jace started to get worried he might of created a monster.

The original plan called for a onesie and then a pair of shorts over the diapers, but Jace's diapered ass was just too massive and it had been touch and go to just get the onesie over the thick diapers.the buttons looked ready to pop at any time as was and the big stupid baby couldn't even walk with the massive bulk between his legs. Watching jace crawl around and whine, the paci still in his mouth Alec felt himself getting hard and found himself wondering why he had fought this for so long..though it was safe to assume when jace had pictured Alec getting involved, Alec likely hadn't of been this mean. Taking note of the time, Alec smiled at Jace and leaned down, using a sweet mocking baby talk voice. "Well now mister diaper dumper, does daddies stupid widdle baby wanna get him's nums nums in him now so daddy can eat in peace, or does daddies widdle woser wanna come and play pretend..and be daddies foot rest while he waits for him's supper? if you want num num's crawl over to your high chair, if you wanna have daddies stinky feet on you crawl over by daddies chair." jace wrinkled his nose at the idea of the second choice and started to crawl for the high chair, only for alec to pick him up and turn him around, in the direction of his chair. Jace got a confused look on his face and turned around to head for the high chair again, and again Alec turned him around. "Somebodies not quite getting what the correct answer is, is he?" Alec asked. jace suckled and whined, and pointed at his high chair, he HATED the smell of Alec's feet, and would bitch up a storm when Alec would leave his socks around the apartment. "If I have to smell your shitty diapers later, your huffing on my feet now. now you can sit up like a good boy over there and have my feet on your shoulders..or lay down on your back and get them in your face. If i have to turn you around again, it's face." Alec said. Jace whined and looked ready to cry, but as quickly as he could he scampered over and took a seat by the chair. "good boy~" Alec said coming over and smirking. "oh no, face the tv little man, that way daddy can get his stinky feet right in your dumb little face with ease."

Ok, this wasn't what Jace had wanted at all. Sure he like a kinda mean and evil daddy, but his buns and crotch were already getting sore, his knees were getting scuffed up and now he was gonna have to -UGH- Huff foot stink! Still Alec was giving off a very clear aura of 'don't fuck with me' so baby jace did as he was told, and whined as the stinky smelly sock clad feet of Alec were pressing on either side of his face. "I hope you don't mind, but daddy went for a nice long run today. Oh, i bet you can tell huh buddy?" Alec teased and then rubbed the top of his left foot against Jace's nose. Jace whined and thought about spitting his paci out so he could just breath though his mouth, the funk was strong with Alec's feet but that thought was dashed as Alec spoke up. "bit of a friend heads up baby boy, if that paci comes out daddies gonna assume you wanna suck on his toes." Alec chuckled. jace whined and whimpered, and started to hope the take out would hurry up and get here,even if it meant watching Alec wolf down all the adult food.

The rush of power Alec was feeling as he made the diaper dork suffer was giving him major wood, and he toyed with rubbing one out and coating the back of the babies head with cum, then got a look at the time. 'Shit..even with jace's amazing mouth skills I don't have time to nut.' Alec thought with a frown and took out a bit of his frustration lightly kicking Jace's in the face. The big baby whined A LOT at that but before he could follow up, there was a knock at the door, and Alec took his feet off of Jace. "Well, go get the door silly. don't worry, Daddy pre paid for the din din.But if the delivery boy wants a tip you can suck him off." Alec laughed. Jace whimpered but crawled over, his big fat diaper butt swaying and almost making Alec have a accident as he got to the door and then slowly opened it. "Happy birthday diaper bitch!" came Simon's voice and Jace's Pacifier fell out of his mouth, though it was thankfully clipped to his onesie. "W-What are y-you.." Jace started to ask, but Simon pushed the big baby over and walked past him, carrying dinner for two and Alec got up to greet him, the two MEN kissing while the BABY watched.

After watching his ex and his current boyfriend make out for a little bit, which despite the pain had Jace rubbing the front of his diaper, the big baby finally found his voice. "W-What's..what's going on here?" he asked in a small voice. "oh? isn't it clear little one?" Simon asked, smirking. "Likely not. he IS a big dumb baby after all." Alec laughed, then looked at Jace. "you see baby Jace, when two adults love each other VERY much-" he started. "CUT THE CRAP!" Jace huffed and closed the door, then tried to get to his feet. "How long have you been fucking around on me behind my back!" "oh, we started right about the time I found out my boyfriend who i thought was a MAN, was just a diaper filling loser. One who can't even be arsed to wear undies to bed anymore and just wants diapers all the time. Then i found out that Simon here used to baby you..but he got sick of wiping your shitty ass."  Alec said. "We both realized that while your cute, and it IS fun to torment you, neither of us wanted the responsibility's of being a full time single daddy, and honestly, it's nice to have a partner who can fuck you now and then without wearing a strap-on over his huggies." Simon went on. "So really, we decided to have the best of both worlds. and you get to live out your cute wittle fetish. I'm dumping you as a boyfriend, but you can stay here and live with me and Simon as long as you promise to be a good little fucktard diaper cuck. Before you go to get al high and mighty, it's only MY name on the lease for this place, so I can and WILL kick you out the SECOND you try and get uppity. Furthermore your bank account is officially at zero, I let Simon have your bank card yesterday and you never even noticed it was gone." Alec said cheerfully. "so to recap, you have NO money, NO where to go..and we donated al of your adult clothes earlier while you were out having a birthday coffee with what's her name..who knows what a diaper slut you are and was only too happy to get you out of the house for this." Simon finished. "i..but..You.." Jace whimpered, his legs getting weak and giving out on him as he plopped onto his butt, the onesie popping open and tears started to leak down his cheeks. "awww, is the widdle baby gonna cry cuz he fell down and went boom?" Simon asked, coming over and leaning down. "or is it your realizing this is just like all those stories you write, where you or anther boy would find himself trapped in baby land?" Alec asked. jace was full on bawling now and the new daddies laugh and picked him up, and cheeked his tear stained cheek.s "Happy birthday LOSER." they said in unison.

One good long sob later, and Jace was in his high chair (and it actually WAS his.. Simon had paid for it in full using Jace's bank card and there was a no return policy.) they had tugged his onesie off and tied a bib around his neck, white with 'big dumb baby' in multi colored baby blocks on it, and had his arms pinned down by the tray so he couldn't feed himself. Simon was busy setting his and Alec's plates while Alec was dumping 3 jars of baby food into a big bowl, mixing brussel spouts with prunes and broccoli. the mixture didn't smell all that good and Jace had no illusions it was gonna taste any better then it smelled as Alec set the bowl on the tray and then got out a table spoon. "Ready to fill up on fart fuel diaper baby? this is gonna have your tummy cramping alll night, Since i made sure to get baby food that had expired. Don't worry, it's not gonna kill you or make you super sick..just like I said, you have a longggg night ahead of you~" Alec chuckled and scooped up a heaping amount. "I don't suppose I could just get a happy meal instead?" Jace tried, and got his mouth stuffed with the foul tasting muck instead. "I think that answers your question." Alec chuckled. jace just gagged and swallowed.

Alec signed, if there was one thing making feeding Jace the disgusting mush not so fun..it was the fact he had to spell it and put up with the foul smelling burps that were coming out before they were halfway done the bowl.he switched up with Simon so he could start on his food and smirked as Simon let out a belch right back in jace's face. "mmm, Mu Shu Pork..can you taste it on my breath?" Simon teased, knowing it was the babies favorite food. and also knowing Jace would NEVER have it again. "G-Guys come on..this..this is too much..Please..it's my bir-" Jace tried to whine but Simon stuffed his mouth again. "We know what day it is, that's why we waited till today to doom you to permanent baby hood. best birthday present ever, right?" Alec called over, between mouthfuls of noodles. Jace whined and started to sob again, some baby food coming out of his mouth and like a 'good' daddy, Simon scooped it up off his chin and back into his mouth.

with the MEN fed and the BABIES belly cramping and bloated, the little gas machine was plopped in the playpen and then it was set so the daddies could see him, and he could see the daddies, but no tv for widdle diaper dorks. instead, in the cramped playpen he had some soft blocks and a stuffed bear to amuse himself with, and Jace quickly became half bored out of his mind and just stuck seething with rage as he watched Simon and Alec make out on the couch. for the most part they just ignored him, save for when they'd make eye contract and flip him off. Just as Alec had predicted, Cramp's were soon hitting baby Jace's tummy tum and he found himself on his knees, rocking back and forth slightly and rubbing his tummy, belching lots and whining. Simon apparently had enough of said whining and grabbed Jace's paci and popped it in his mouth,and then added a warning as Jace went to spit it out. "if that comes out of your mouth, I'm replacing it with my gym socks, and duct taping your mouth." Jace wasn't sure if Simon would actually follow up on the threat but at this point he didn't wanna push his luck and suckled on the paci, closing his eyes as Simon patted his head. "Awww, there's a good widdle cuck~"

making out with Simon in front of his now EX boyfriend was driving Alec crazy, and he was grinding against his new  boyfriend moaning like a bitch in heat. he could feel just how excited Simon was too and was about to suggest that they retire to the bedroom when a loud painful sounding fart, barely muffled by the diapers blasted out of the babies backside and a rotten smell filled the room. "sheesh, way to kill the mood stinker!" Alec teased. jace whined behind his paci and gave a helpless shrug, as if to ask what did they expect, but then closed his eyes as two more atomic farts blasted out of him. "Heh, this is the downside of those punishment diapers.. well fr us i mean. clearly for him the fact their giving him diaper rash and are so massive already suck..but they also do basically NOTHING to block stinky smells so dumb big babies have to suffer they're own stench." Simon said. "Geez no wonder the company that made these went tits up." Alec said, holding his nose and waving at the air. Jace seemed to perk up at that. "Don't get your hopes up stinker..I brought out the last of their stock." Simon teased then went on. "here's a math puzzle for you..If daddy Simon got 20 pallets of these diapers, and there are 30 boxes on each pallet, with each box having 3 packs, and every pack having 12 diapers..how many punishment diapers is baby Jace gonna hafa fill to the brim before he gets his stupid teddy bear diapers back?" Jace's eyes went wide and -adorably- he was doing the math, moving a finger in the air and then a long wet fart came out of him even as a hiss was heard. "if baby Jace thinks it's 21,600 then he's right! your butt and balls are gonna be permanently coated in diaper rash before your even though 100 diapers." Simon laughed. The made even more farts come out of the bloated cramping baby and Alec groaned. "Jace I'm warning you right now, if I have to change a shitty diaper before I get to fuck Simon or he gets to fuck me, I'm locking your sad excuse for a cock up in permanent chastity and you'll NEVER cum again!" Sadly, the threat did nothing to help and Jace's bowels gave way as he filled his diaper to the brim with a hot stinky load.

Having to pause their love making to change the baby understandably left Alec and Simon less then happy on the outside, but on the inside they were thrilled. they would of normally just of left Jace stinky and put him in his new nursery but since they were eager to lock him up and keep him for don't more then leak pre for the rest of his stupid big baby life, they were willing to give him a early bum change. cleaning up the stinker wasn't a picnic but had to be done to ensure the best fit and then as Alec held the crying and hysterical Jace down, Alec started to cast a rune with on hand, fitting a small pink cage on Jace's cock. "No! No please! you can't do this! At least let me cum one last time!" Jace bawled, trying to get free. "It's my fucking cock! Daddies please!" Sadly the babies plea's fell on deaf ears, and with a lock click that made Jace shut up even as tears flowed down his cheeks, Jace realized he was getting everything he ever had begged for..and yet he didn't want it. "Happy Birth LOSER!" Both of his new daddies said together, and kissed his cheeks.

the end

[selfless1978]

SURRENDER

She hit the ground hard, grunting on the impact. Vicky found herself in the undignified position of lying on the ground, her eyes clenched shut against the pain of her sore ribs. Her arm wrapped around her throbbing ribs as she ignored the rest of her more minor injuries.

“This is her?” Came the unseen woman’s voice. A voice that couldn’t, or wouldn’t, hide the amusement in it. Quite the opposite, the owner made it very clear that she was not impressed with what she saw on the ground in front of her. Vicky felt the nudge of a booted toe against her side, igniting a flare of pain.  

“Yes, Mistress.” Came the answer from one of the thugs who had drug her in.

“Pathetic. Leonardo shames himself by associating with her. She makes such an easy target to get his attention with.”

Leo....

At the mention of that name Vicky’s eyes snapped open again. Unseen to those around her, a fire began to light up in those deep brown orbs. A fire she never thought she’d need again. One she hadn’t felt since the first time her life was in dire peril. 

There's so much life I've left to live, And this fire is burning still

She didn’t know how long she had lain there, being taunted and occasionally kicked. But it hadn’t been a long amount of time. Vicky just remained quiet at the torment. For now. Instead she tried to focus on her situation. It seemed that they were in a large lot of some kind. She could smell the scent of dirty sea water and there seemed to be warehouses and buildings surrounding them. 

The docks, they had to be at the docks. Okay, one question down, only fifty million more to go. Vicky tried to sit up, and was instantly kicked back to the ground again by this damned woman.

“Stay down. Crawl on the ground where you belong.”

There was harsh laughter from those around her. Laughter that silenced abruptly. Even hurting and struggling to focus, Vicky clearly felt the sudden tension in the air. She raised her eyes to find the reason why.

Leo had just landed. As her eyes looked up he was already righting himself from the crouch he had landed in, and his glorious blue eyes met her brown ones. His expression neutral, but those blue eyes held anger, fear and something more. Hers held the relief of seeing him. Even in this dire situation her heart lifted. Leo... He had come. 

“You actually came for this worthless thing?” The woman laughed.

He remained quiet, but his eyes shifted to her and his anger flared in those icy orbs.

He had come for her....

When I watch you look at me, I think I could find the will. 

“Let her go.” His tone was low. It sent shivers down Vicky’s spine. It was a side of him she hadn’t ever seen before. That tone promised untold violence as he strode closer. His steps filled with a purpose as he  strode closer. In an instant a katana was in his hand and the threat of violence breaking out was heavy as those around her pulled out theirs.

Suddenly, a blade was held at her own throat by this bitch. “Stay where you are Leonardo, or I’ll spill her blood all over the concrete.” 

He froze, fury in his expression as she gloated at him. 

“So easy to control you now. You waste your time with this useless sack of flesh.”

To stand for every dream, and forsake this solid ground

And give up this fear within, of what would happen if they ever knew

Vicky glared up at her captor. This cunt was using her. Using her to get to him! She began to tremble in her rage. She was being used as a god damned pawn. Again! And this time against someone she was...

I'm in love with you

...falling deeply in love with.

Anger filled her even more. Starting to drown out the pain from her bruised ribs and numerous smaller injuries. It pumped adrenaline in her veins and she clearly felt her body readying itself for something she didn’t know yet. For once, she was clearly facing her feelings. And getting ready to fight clearly for them. She was surrendering. Not to this woman, but...to him.

'Cause I'd surrender everything, To feel the chance to live again

I reach to you, I know you can feel it too

Her eyes flipped back to his from her prone position on the ground. His expression was helpless as he met her gaze. His hand tightening on the hilt of his weapon. Vicky’s own eyes held an apology that she had let herself be caught. To be used to draw him into this situation. She had never wanted this. Vicky wanted him to be happy, to be free of responsibilities when he was with her. She wanted to be his place to escape the shit he had to deal with. Not to be a cause of torment.

We'd make it through. 

No. She wouldn’t fall into that trap. The fault was not hers, nor was it Leo’s. It was this nameless woman’s. She was the one trying to use her against him. The one who was trying to tear something apart Vicky was beginning to understand that she wanted, needed. 

“You go to far, Karai.”

“I’ve not gone far enough. She still lives, for now.”

A thousand dreams I still believe, I'd make you give them all to me. 

I'd hold you in my arms and never let go

It wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to just live. She wanted to live with him. To spend every waking moment by his side. Regardless if it was lying next to him in his bed, or fighting by his side. Vicky was reliving every moment she had spent with him. Every moment of laughter, of tenderness. Moments where she began to feel she had found a purpose in her life again where it had been so cold and empty before. She didn’t want to just be someone in his life, she wanted to share his life. 

Vicky knew there was more to this turtle than goofy oreo dipping moments and silly jokes and gentle teasing. He was a warrior. He was a fighter. He defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. He stood for the downtrodden. He stood against tyrants like this woman. A woman who had a very distant set of morals.

The woman pushed away her pain even more. Finding something that had been buried deep down inside of her. She had lost hope over the years that there was nothing left for her to fight for. But now, memories of a time before she met him came to the forefront of her mind. She had been a soldier. She had face tyrants before. She had faced death before. And so had he. 

With him, she could find that place in this world she had tried to find when she joined the army. When she left, she had been disillusioned. Now, he was relighting that fire. 

In mere moments she went from living under her hopeless views to knowing that with him she could make that difference she had wanted to make since Amy died....if she surrendered to him completely.

I surrender

Her life still was in danger. That blade inches from her neck as the stand off continued. Vicky didn’t know what exactly Karai wanted from Leo. And at this point she didn’t care. All she knew was that she had made up her mind in whose hands she actually wanted to place her life. And it wasn’t this bitch.

I know I can't survive, another night away from you

She owed him so much he would never know. He taught her how to trust again, to enjoy her life. A life that was so much better now with him in it. No, she would not lay here and be the cause of his downfall.

You're the reason I go on, and now I need to live the truth

Right now, there's no better time. From this fear I will break free

She had been so scared at first. Not knowing what was going on. Not knowing what she should, or could, do. She had been at a disadvantage, now she studied Karai very closely as she exchanged words with Leo. 

Leo....

Her eyes met his again. This time free of the confusion and full of determination. His own eyes widened slightly, as if he could read her thoughts. Then, he smiled lightly and nodded. He was ready.

He knew more than Karai would ever know. And Vicky now had a reason to end her cowering on the ground. She had him. 

And I'll live again with love. And no they can't take that away from me

And Vicky refused to let Karai rip them apart.

And they will see

Kara was about to find out who she was actually surrendering to....and it wasn’t to this black clad tramp. Vicky’s fighting spirit came awake with a vengeance.

'Cause I'd surrender everything, to feel the chance to live again

I reach to you, I know you can feel it too

With a speed fueled by adrenaline, Vicky slapped the blade away from her throat and spun her body on the ground just enough to kick Karai’s feet out from underneath her. The caught off guard woman hit the ground on her back next to Vicky, and she wasted no time to crawl onto of the woman and began to pummel her. Vicky’s face was twisted in a furious snarl as Karai regained her senses. The two of them rolled around on the ground like two bar room brawlers, Vicky knowing that if this woman got to her feet she would easily outmatch Vicky with her martial arts skills. The brunette simply refused to let her back to her feet as she dished out punches.

We'd make it through

In her peripheral, she could tell that all hell broke loose. These strange soldiers had moved in to try and pull this feisty woman off of their leader, but was met with a swift moving blur of green as Leo joined the fray. His blades flashing in the light as he swung them around with practiced ease of years of training and fighting. Even as she kept on Karai, Vicky had to marvel at his strength and speed. His fighting was so smooth it seemed like a dance. A deadly one, but beautiful to watch. 

A thousand dreams I still believe, I'd make you give them all to me

I'd hold you in my arms and never let go

Vicky had finally managed to daze Karai enough to where she could roll off. Finding a weapon on the ground, thanks to Leo disarming one of these goons, she picked up the sword, not really knowing how to use the silly thing. It didn’t stop her. She used the none sharp edge like a club and smashed her way to him. She had to get to him. Once she was with him, they could find a way out. She would trust herself to his more than capable arms. Arms she wanted so much to surrender herself in.

I surrender

It seemed that the fight went on for hours, even if it had only been a few moments. Her arms were rapidly beginning to tire. Her momentum beginning to slow.

Every night's getting longer

But she refused to give in. Now stumbling towards him in exhaustion. Nothing else mattered than reaching him.

And this fire is getting stronger, babe

And he saw her coming. He saw how much she was struggling to just stay on her feet at this point, and yet she refused to give in.

I'll swallow my pride and I'll be alive, can't you hear my call

“Leo!”

I surrender all

With a last push, she stumbled towards him. He quickly sheathed one of his swords and supported her as she fell against him. Giving all her trust and faith to him. His arm wrapped around even as he fought on. Somehow keeping them all at bay while keeping her shielded.

Then, finally, he broke free and scooped her up in his arms and ran. His swift strides quickly outpacing their pursuers before he went up to the rooftops and took a route they could not follow easily.

Right here, right now, I’d give my life to live again

I’ll break free, take me. My everything, I surrender all to you

She melted in his grip. Trusting him with her very life. The final surrender as she accepted that he would do anything for her, and she would do the same for him. She gave up her long fight of trying to live this life on her own. He was now a part of her, heart and soul.

Right here, right now. I’d give my life to live again

I’ll break free, take me. My everything, I surrender all to you

She surrendered to her love. Her love for him.

@bushido-in-blue

@the-second-circle-of-shell

And here is your first introduction to me writing a song inspired story. Doesn’t have to be canon with us. I just get these spontaneous story ideas when I hear songs. Thank you for letting me do this.