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treat you right - charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x gasly!girlfriend reader

summary: you go out clubbing one night with Pierre, that’s until he leaves you at the bar to go talk with his ex. Luckily there’s someone at the other side of the bar waiting for you

warnings: badly written NSFW. going down on eachother, p in v, all that jazz

authors note: this is my first time writing smut, so it probably sucks. sorry ‘bout that

enjoy :)

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The Monaco air was warm and heavy as you headed into the club. Your arm was linked with your boyfriend’s, Pierre. You two were going out to celebrate Pierre’s first podium since joining Alpine. You headed down to the tables, where you had margarita after margarita. You two were chatting the whole night, and you had never really felt happier.

But that was about to change dramatically.

You noticed Pierre’s eyes focus on somebody behind you, as his conversation started to become more distant. You stroked his hand. “Hey, you okay?”

Pierre nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I’ve just spotted Charles and Lando over there. Do you mind if I go and talk to them for a few minutes?”

Even though you were enjoying your private little night, you liked both Charles and Lando, and you knew how close Pierre was to the two of them.

“Yeah, go on. I’ll get us more drinks.” You smiled sweetly and got up from your table. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “Thanks, you’re the best.”

You headed over to the bar and sat up on the stool for a minute, waiting until the bar calmed down a bit before you ordered more drinks. You pulled out your phone and tuned out the world for a few minutes.

The bar finally calmed down, and you ordered your drinks and headed back down to the table. You started sipping on your margarita, until someone slid into the table, across from you.

“Hi, Pier-” You looked up from your phone to find out it wasn’t Pierre, but it was Charles that slid into the seat.

“Hey, Y/N, you look amazing tonight.” He said, whilst casually trying to check you out. “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“So, when did you break up with Pierre?”

You nearly gave yourself whiplash with how fast you looked at him. “What? I haven’t broken up with Pierre. I’m here with him right now. He said he was going to talk to you and Lando.”

Charles gulped and lowered his voice. “Well I’m sitting in front of you, and Lando is in London. Also he’s talking to someone, that may or may not be his ex girlfriend.”

You whipped your head around again, to see Pierre in the corner of the club, rubbing up against his ex girlfriend. You watched as he tilted her head back and started kissing her. You turned around to face Charles again.

“That motherfucker.” You said.

Charles moved from the seat across from you to the side beside you, where Pierre had been seated earlier.

“Agreed. He shouldn’t treat such a spectacular woman in such a horrible way.”

He stroked your cheek and looked lovingly into your eyes. You could feel your heart starting to beat faster, as you both slowly closed the gap between the two of you.

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You don’t deserve somebody like that Y/N. I’d never treat you like that. I’d make sure you’d be treated like a queen.” He said, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” You said. “Show me. Show me how I deserve to be treated.”

You were so mad at Pierre right now, you didn’t care that you were about to kiss, and probably do more, with his best friend, but weirdly, it didn’t even feel like it was wrong.

Charle cupped your jaw and he kissed you. At first it was soft and sweet, but you both began to deepen it within seconds. Charles bit your lips, begging for permission for his tongue to enter your mouth, which you granted him immediately. You felt yourself moaning into his mouth, trying desperately to make sure nobody else heard you.

As you started to deepen the kiss further, you could feel has hands traveling all over your body, lingering on your breasts and ass as he squeezed both. He guided you until you were sat on his lap straddling him.

He moved from your lips to your neck. “I’ll mark your neck princess, show everyone in the world that your mine. He would never have done that, would he?”

You shook your head. Charles really did know Pierre well, he hated PDA. Well he hated it with you. He was all for leaving marks all over his ex, but he wouldn’t even kiss your neck. Maybe he was never really into you in the first place, but Pierre was the last person on your mind right now.

You started grinding against Charles, wanting, begging for more. He made a trail of kisses down to your breasts, which were pushed up massively thanks to your bodysuit.

“Please Charles, I need more.” You whimpered and begged.

He nodded. “Yeah, but we’re going to have to move from here, you won’t be able to keep quiet when you’re screaming my name.”

He leaned into your ear. “Come back to my place, I’ll show you what your missing.”

You nodded frantically, not even having to think twice. Charles led you out of the club and he hauled a taxi to bring you both back to his apartment.

You climbed into the back and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You had never been so thankful for a black-out screen, so the driver couldn’t see you.

Charles’ hands travelled up your thighs, until they reached your pussy. You moaned deeply as he felt how wet you were.

“So wet for me, mon amour, I love it.”

He moved your underwear aside and started fingering you. He found your clit almost immediately and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hang on long. You grabbed your tits and started massaging them.

“Charles, baby, you’re going to have to stop, I’ll come all over this taxi.”

As much as you enjoyed the PDA, you would feel terrible for making a mess in the back of this car. “Don’t worry about that, I have a solution.” He winked at you before going down on his knees in front on you.

You tried to resist but you couldn’t, as he spread your legs wide open and pulled down your underwear, leaving your pussy exposed. He didn’t waste any time before he licked a big strip, from bottom to top, before his tongue entered you.

He started to tongue-fuck you. You felt ecstatic, with the feeling his tongue hitting off of your clit. You held on to the door of the car, needing something to support you.

“Oh fuck, Charles.” You said, moaning his name. You grabbed onto his hair and guided him deeper into your pussy. “Fuck I’m gonna-”

Charles reached up and covered your mouth as your came, in some attempt to muffle your moans. He lapped up all of your juices like someone that had been starved. You collapsed into the seat, your heart beating fast. Once he was finished, he sat back up and started kissing you again.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Fuck. Yes. I couldn’t be better.”

“How much longer until we’re back at yours?” You asked, feeling the heat rising from between your legs. Whilst his tongue was spectacular, you needed something more.

“Could be 15/20 minutes. The Monaco traffic sucks in the middle of summer.”

You smirked up at him. “I know something else that can suck.”

You got down on your knees and pulled down his jeans and boxers, as his rock-hard dick sprung up. It twitched a bit after being exposed, before you started rubbing it and guiding it to your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He said.

You licked the precum off before taking all of him into your mouth, slowly at first, but then increasing your speed. You grabbed his balls and started massaging them too. You could feel him melting under you.

He grabbed your hair and started pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck. You’re insane.”

You started to gag a bit and tears were streaming down your face, but you ignored that and focused on making him come in your mouth, which you were sure he was close to doing.

“Y/N, I’m gonna come, fuck.” As he groaned, he came in your mouth, and it was your turn to lap up his cum. You wiped your mouth and sat up on the seat beside him again.

He turned towards you and lowered your bodysuit, exposing your breasts. “You’re so sexy.” He said, his breath still slightly out of control, as he starting sucking your tits and leaving hickeys all over you.

That taxi came to a stop outside of Charles’ apartment. The two of you practically ran to his door, not being able to keep your hands off each other.

Charles shut his door and backed you up against it. You kept into his arms, putting your legs around his waist as you began to suck on his neck. He carried you over to his bed and gently put you down.

He took off your skirt and bodysuit, leaving you in your lingerie set, which you had imagined that Pierre would be seeing, but you were much happier that it was Charles.

He stood back and looked down at you, nearly exposed. “Fuck me, you’re like a piece of art, you’re perfect.”

You sat up and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling him towards you. He pulled off his t-shirt to show his beautifully chiseled body. You looked down before looking up in his eyes. “Fuck me, please.”

He flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees and he started going into you, using one of his hands to hold your hip, for support, and the other to grab your tits.

You dropped onto your elbows with all the moaning he was making you do. You’d never been fucked like this in all your life. You moaned loader and loader each time.

“Scream my name. Let me hear how could you feel.”

After he hit your g-spot perfectly, that’s what you did. “Charles, fuck, oh my god.” It wasn’t long after before you came again, but it most certainly did not stop there.

“Please Charles, keep going, don’t stop.”

All of a sudden, a ringtone snapped you out of your pleasure. Charles leaned over to the side to see who it was. “It’s Pierre.”

“Fuck him. Don’t answer.” You replied back, you didn’t want to hear from Pierre now, or ever.

After a few minutes, he rang again. “Hang on amour, I have an idea.” He picked up the phone and put it on FaceTime.

“Charles, do you know where Y/N is?” Pierre asked, extremely slurred.

“Yeah, she’s under me.”

“Under you? No Charles in English you say with not under.”

“No, she’s under me.”

Charles then flipped the camera around to show Pierre how he was ramming into you, as you screamed his name again and again, unable to compress any of the moans.

He flipped the camera around again, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat her right.” He said, hanging up before Pierre got the chance to answer.

You and Charles then came at the same time. You came many more times that night, to the point you couldn’t remember who Pierre was. Charles made sure that you were his princess.

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you can read part two of this fanfic here

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Hiromi Higuruma:

You miss Nanami, are tired and stressed out 24/7 or you're just a big ace attorney fan.

First Date:

"Oh thank God you made it!" Today was the start of your trial. You had been arrested on the suspicion of posting leaks to Twitter and you needed a good lawyer to defend your case. Unfortunately, Saul Goodman was busy so you went with your next choice. Hiromi Higuruma, a man in his mid thirties known to take on the most helpless of defendants. Due to how crime is dealt with in Japan, prosecutors are known to be corrupt, leaving him with a 0.1% outcome rate but you were just glad that someone was willing to defend you.

"I can't promise you anything ####, but I will do my best!" He opened the doors and began to find his seat. It was then that he noticed who he would be up against. The legendary prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth. He began to scream a string of profanities in his mind and cursed the day he was born. "You can do this, everyone is counting on yo- Argh, who am I kidding? I'm screwed!" He was about to drink some of his coffee but then he remembered the Dahlia Hawthorne case and decided against it.

He looked down at his desk and picked up his photograph. It was a picture of him and his wife on their honey moon vacation in Malaysia. "I can't wait to go home and see my him." Suddenly the loud banging of the gavel rang him out of his thoughts. "Is the defence team ready?" Higuruma took a bow. "Yes your honour."

"Good. Now let us get on to the case at hand. Now, Miss ####, is it true that you are being charged with leaking highly valuable information to the public?" You glanced to your lawyer. "This is a joke right...?" The prosecutor then cut in "Disclosing sensitive information is not a laughing matter maddam!" You rolled your eyes. "Important info my ass! All I did was post some stupid pages of a manga!"

The judge then stroked his chin. "Hmm. Answer me this. What series was it?" You were shocked that the judge was even bothering with your case. "It was Jujutsu Kaisen your honour..." He then frowned. "That's too bad. If it had been One Piece I would have given you a more lenient sentence. I'm afraid the court finds you guilty! As punishment, you will have to attend a smash bros. tournament!"

You screamed. "ANYTHING BUT THAT YOUR HONOUR! THEY SMELL SO BAD! THESE PEOPLE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SOAP OR DEODERANT IS!" The judge sighed. "It's either that or the death penalty..." You jumped straight up and began to cry tears of joy. "I'll take one execution please!"

"Well I guess that settles it!" The judge then banged his hammer and the words G U I L T Y appeared over your head. "Take her away, next case!" Higuruma then heard the crowd cheering and saw confetti fall from the ceiling. "You did it again Mr. Edgeworth!" The prosecutor then waived the scruffy man away. "Yes Gumshoe, I know. Now go make yourself useful!"

"WHAT KIND OF TRIAL IS THIS!? THAT'S IT, I'M BRINGING OUT MY STAND [ JUDGEMAN ] !" The creature then threw the previous judge out the window and took his seat. A loud bang was heard and then Edgeworth began to hide under the table. The door pushed open and revealed that it was prosecutor Godot. "Sorry for knocking so loud. Is everything alr-" He then looked at the situation in front of him. 'I may be blind but not stupid!' he thought. "I'm just going to check and see if we have anymore coffee..." The door then closed, the only noise being Miles sobbing and the relaxing rythmn of smooth jazz.

Judgeman then went through the inventory and skimmed through the court records. "Alright, we shall begin with the next case. Will the defendant Sukuna please take the stand?" Higuruma began to bash his head into his desk and cried. "Please not this guy again! Gege why!?"

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“A trip to Paris” 6

Notes: 

Chapter: 6/12 Previous Next (First). Versión en Español

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Chapter 6: “Introducing akumas”

Marinette shook off her embarrassment, there would be time to freak out about that later, right now, she had a job to do.

“Oh, no!” Marinette cried, checking her phone. “There is an akuma close by!” She turned to her new friends–or, rather, temporary friends… she knew they were just here on holidays. “You should stay here, it will be safe.”

“Safe from what? What’s an akuma?” asked Jazz. She didn’t remember reading anything about that, and she had done a lot of research before coming. 

“Oh, um, well an akuma is a person…” Marinette began. Danny raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t planned to have to explain this today, and she was doing a poor job of it. “Well, a possessed person—” 

“Wait, you mean like overshadowed?” Sam asked what all three Amity Parkers were thinking. She didn’t think his ghost sense had gone off, but they couldn’t be too careful. 

“Over– what?” asked Marinette, confused, this was not an English word she knew. She shook her head, “No, I don’t think so… it’s more like control by, as if someone else brainwashed them.” Then she remembered that “possessed” could mean something totally different to them than it did to her.

“That’s horrible,” Jazz commented with a sympathetic look. Knowing that it was done by one human to another made it worse in her book.

“It is, that’s why it is better to stay inside, and let Ladybug and Chat Noir do their job. They will defeat it, don’t worry!” said Marinette. Her smile was a bit too wide, stretched thin. Ladybug would save the day, but first she needed to leave and transform into Ladybug. She just had to figure out how to slip away from them. 

“Marinette is right,” said Sabine. “Our store safety policy includes customers in these cases of emergencies. Please stay inside of the store.” Her accent was stronger than Marinette’s but they could understand her English well enough. 

“Okay... ” said Danny hesitantly. He didn’t think that he could do much against an akuma. As far as he knew they were just people, mind controlled people but still people, as wrong as that sounded. And although it may be killing him inside to know more about it so he could at least try to help, with Jazz and Sam and even the Parisians so close by, he wasn’t about to go ghost.  

“Good,” said Tom, nodding approvingly. He never liked when Alya went to record the battles and he liked it even less when his daughter took the risk too. Although normally Marinette was trying to stop Alya. 

Another explosion shook the bakery. The pastries bounced in their displays and some of them piled up at the edge of the containers. Things were falling off shelves, everything was out of place. Everyone in the bakery ran for cover, and Marinette took the opportunity to escape and 'hide' in the house rather than the store. 

She didn't lose any more time, quickly transforming into Ladybug and swinging out through a window. With the help of her trusty yo–yo she made her way to the roof. Once there, she spotted Chat Noir, who was already watching the villain and trying to understand the situation.

Meanwhile, inside the bakery, Danny was trying to see what was going on from a window since the attack wasn’t that far away. Sam stood next to him, a gentle hand on his shoulder to keep him calm. Even though he didn't even know if he could do something against an “akuma,” he was sure there was still some way he could help. 

Jazz was watching her little brother from further in the store, she could tell that he was itching to get out there and help, that was just his nature. She knew her little brother, if things got bad enough, he would try his best to help, even if that meant breaking his promise. 

The fight had gotten even closer to the bakery and that wasn't helping Danny’s stress, he knew he could try to help, but didn't want to break his promise or expose himself.

Then when nobody was expecting it, the battle was over. As fast as it had started, it ended. 

As soon as Ladybug found Chat Noir, he told her what he’d seen and she knew exactly what to do. The akuma was a demolition contractor who got fired for unsafe practices. His boss said he was using too many explosions, but he had a plan, it wasn't his fault that the higher ups didn't like it. He was throwing bombs all over the city, destroying lots of buildings, when Ladybug and Chat Noir found him. Using their awesome teamwork, the pair of heroes quickly found the akuma hidden in a remote detonator and put a stop to his rampage. Then Ladybug launched her miraculous cure and everything went back to normal.

Back in the bakery, Tom and Sabine were smiling at the foreigners’ shocked faces. They had become so used to akuma attacks that it was almost normal to them. It was nice to be reminded of how magical it all really was.

Danny, Sam, and Jazz were more than a little surprised when everything suddenly went back as good as new, the fallen pastries were back on the shelves, toppled chairs were set to rights, and they could see previously damaged buildings from the window with not a scratch on them. It was like the akuma had never even happened. 

It wasn't long until Marinette was back downstairs and she was just as amused by their shock as her parents. The three Parisians explained to their guests that it was always like that for them. An akuma would destroy almost everything in their way, and then Ladybug with her Miraculous Magic would restore it all. Good as new! 

Danny silently wished that was something he could do back home, maybe then people wouldn’t blame him for all the property damage. 

It was at that moment that someone's stomach growled and the Amity Park kids suddenly realised how hungry they were.

“Wow, is it really that late?” Danny wondered aloud. He checked the time on his phone; even without a local service provider, the time was still correct.

“You're always thinking with your stomach, aren’t you?” said Sam. She laughed and gave him a teasing smile. Even though she was also hungry, she wasn’t going to admit it. The hours had really flown by. 

“Let’s go and find something to eat, it’s about time for lunch,” Jazz suggested. She looked around at the Dupain–Cheng family, “Marinette, thank you for all the tips,” she held up the notebook where she’d written everything down, “and thank you, Sabine and Tom, for letting us stay here during the akuma attack. We’ve never seen anything like that before!”

“You are very welcome!” replied Marinette with a big smile. She was happy to know that everything was coming up good for the foreigners. 

“Glad to know that our daughter has helped you kids that much! Have fun in your holidays and please come back!” said Sabine, she wrapped an arm around her husband and the two smiled proudly at the kids.

“We will!” said Jazz, grinning back. It was a nice place, and they could come back for sweets any time during their stay. 

And so, just like that, Jazz, Danny, and Sam waved goodbye to their new friends and headed out into the Parisian sunshine once again. They had passed by some stores and restaurants earlier and Marinette had told them where they could have lunch at a very good price. The restaurant that they ended up going to wasn't the cheapest that they saw, but at least it was on budget for the day. 

Just when they were finishing lunch, their Fenton Phones rang. It was Jack and Maddie calling to check on them because they had learned about the akuma attack. They knew the kids could handle themselves in dangerous situations, but they still worried. Plus, their curiosity was piqued. 

Once the adults finished peppering them with questions, the kids took turns telling them about what happened, Danny explained that no, he didn’t use his powers, and no, he had no clue what that was, and yes, they were all good. Then Jazz took over the story and explained how and why they ended up hiding in a bakery of all places. Sam completed the explanation, saying that it seems to be like magic of some kind, at least that’s what the Parisians believed.   

Jack and Maddie were glad to hear that the kids were okay and hadn’t gotten into any serious trouble. It was enough of a pain dealing with insurance back home, they really didn’t want to do it here. As far as the possibility of magic, the scientific side of them wanted to deny its existence, but they couldn’t explain what would fix all the damage that easily. 

Danny confessed his wish that they had a magic fix back home, and to that, everyone agreed. Then he suggested that maybe next time another akuma attack happens, he could just observe from a closer distance than today.

That made everyone ask if he was planning to transform, to which he responded yes, but just that. No other powers, except maybe invisibility. It would be a stealth mission, reconnaissance. He didn’t want people to give himself away or cause people to panic even more. 

They all talked it over and decided that maybe, just maybe, it would be okay, just this once. So they could see exactly what was going on here. The rest promised to stay far away. The local heroes seemed more than capable of dealing with those akumas, after all. They had just witnessed that practically firsthand, or learned on the local news – even though Jack and Maddie couldn't understand what the reporter was saying, they could guess, and then a quick check online using the hotel wifi confirmed their observations. 

With their plan in relation to akumas now made, the three teens continued exploring the city. Then, later, they met the rest of Team Phantom –except for Tucker, Valerie, and Dani, of course– back at the hotel to relax and try to call home. It was weird to think about how many hours difference there was –damn time zones– and knowing they would need to wait until late afternoon or evening before they could talk to anyone back in Amity. Thankfully, Mr. Gray answered after just a few rings and they were able to check in with him, easing some of their anxiety. 

The two girls were doing all right, Danny talked with Dani and asked her how she was doing and if she'd had any ghostly problems. Dani told him that he was worrying way too much and he should just relax– he was on holidays and that far away for a reason. 

Then when they spoke with Valerie, she told Sam and Danny that she had heard the mayor was planning a little ‘meeting’ overseas. They pressed her for more details, and she said that Tucker was obviously planning a trip to Paris himself. He had used his power as mayor, in one way or another to make it happen. The public had been hounding the local government for more information about Amity Park, and until now, Tucker had declined a press tour. Recently though, rumours had spread that he'd accepted an invitation from the mayor of Paris. What an incredibly well-planned coincidence! The two teens laughed at their best friend’s antics, but couldn’t be happier. Only Tucker would manage to plan a special meeting halfway across the world just to come hang out with them. 

Jack and Maddie weren't too happy with his idea, but couldn’t really say much knowing that the old mayor did much worse than that. Tucker was also still a kid, and he wasn’t going to be mayor forever. The next elections were coming up soon and would decide the next mayor, after all. 

Hearing news from Amity lent some normalcy to their routine and they talked for quite a while, before saying goodbye. Even though they had only been gone a day, there was already a lot to tell each other.

While the kids were talking, Maddie and Jack looked up local attractions and found that a science exposition was being held not far from their hotel and would be opening the next day. Danny and Jazz expressed their surprise when they learned it wasn’t some sort of ghost convention, to which their parents sheepishly confessed that it was related to ghost studies… in a way. After all, people all over the world were talking about ghosts and learning about them now. 

Of course, the elder Fentons weren’t about to miss the opportunity to talk about ghosts with a whole new city of people that hadn’t already heard all of their theories. They did agree that they were going to just listen to the presentations and such though, even though they weren’t sure how much of it they would understand, it likely being in French and all. 

Just as his parents promised to try to keep a low profile at the convention, Danny once again promised to keep Phantom's presence in Paris a secret, even while invisibly spying on the local heroes. He hadn't really been around other heroes and he was curious about their powers. They were all very intrigued by what they could learn from them and considering that maybe they could use the knowledge later on, it was worth the risk. The others were calling it spying because that was basically what it was, even though Danny refused to call it that. 

Once all were in agreement as to how they would conduct themselves while gathering information during their stay they decided to get back in the vacation mindset. Jack and Maddie prepared themselves for their science exposition, while the kids planned their next outing. The Eiffel Tower was one of the most popular tourist attractions in Paris after all and it was high time they went to check it out. Thanks to Marinette’s help, they, or, more specifically, Jazz, were able to quickly look through the bus schedule and find the best time to visit when it wouldn’t be as crowded. Once Jazz had fully planned out their day, from how and when to get to the Eiffel Tower and then what to do afterwards, she called it a night.

After Jazz went to bed, Danny and Sam decided to look into getting their phones on the Paris cellular network. They couldn't keep using the Fenton Phones for all of their communication. Sam took the lead in setting that up, since she had experience doing that sort of thing before, but Danny was the one to suggest that they still used the Fenton Phones to communicate with Amity Park, since it would be cheaper than international roaming. In no time at all, Sam managed to help Danny and the rest of the Fenton family to get a temporary local line. Jack and Maddie were very grateful to Sam for helping them with that, since they had been putting it off for “later.” Using the Fenton Phones had been working for them so far, so they might have never gotten around to it.

And so, with a very productive first day in Paris under their belts, they called it a night. It was getting late after all. 

Over the next few days, Jack and Maddie enjoyed their convention, if nothing else, at least they learned the French word for “ghost,” and the kids took turns choosing which tourist attraction to visit. They would only be there for two weeks, so everyone wanted to make the most of their time in the City of Lights. In addition to the most popular locations, they also found some quieter places frequented by the locals that they all could enjoy. Before they knew it, the day for Tucker to join them was just around the corner.   

“So,” Jazz commented, “Tucker finally said that the official reason he’s coming is for him to supposedly speak at a bunch of conferences about the ghosts from Amity.”  

The kids were sitting at the park that afternoon, just enjoying the beautiful day.  

“Yeah. We finally managed to get ahold of him, and it’s like Valerie said, he was supposed to do an online, long distance conference… thing. But you know Tuck, he managed to change it so that he could come to Paris personally.” Danny shrugged. “Although, I also think that he mentioned once that he had a few different cities around the world trying to book him. So, why, Paris? Who knows. Probably just because we’re here.” he shrugged again.

“Why am I not surprised? You guys have always been good at playing the system, haven’t you?” said Jazz. She, like the rest, had suspected that to be the case, but hearing Danny say it out loud just confirmed it. At least Tucker wasn’t really abusing his power… that much. They had invited him, after all.

“Well, it’s Tuck, what do you expect?” said Sam with a shrug. She wasn't going to deny the obvious.

“Valerie and Dani said he’s arriving tomorrow, right?” asked Jazz. They had managed to talk with the girls back home the day before; but it was more Danny asking about Amity and confirming the lack of ghosts than anything else. She hoped, for Danny’s sake, that things stayed okay over there. 

“And I believe that he is staying in the same hotel as us, it seems like the ‘Grand Paris’ always receives important people… ” Danny added, recalling the details of his friend's travel plans. Even though, now that he thought about it, Tucker probably shouldn’t have shared those details with anybody other than his parents, who were coming too. It could potentially be a security risk.

“Yeah, he’s staying in the presidential suite, or whatever it’s called,” continued Sam. She had been the one to confirm the information, but didn’t care enough to remember the name of the room. The rooms had numbers, after all, and that was the important part.

“So I’m guessing you two will want to see him as soon as he gets here, right? The three of you will probably want to catch up tomorrow...” said Jazz. She already knew that Danny and Sam would jump at that opportunity to spend time with their best friend. Even though she was with them and they were having a good time, she still felt a bit awkward, a bit like an outsider.

“Probably…” Danny hummed, half listening. He was watching a group of children playing in the distance and listening to the pigeons coo. He was very much enjoying the holidays so far. As he should.  

“Hey Jazz, you know even though we don’t mind your company, you could go do your own things, too,” said Sam. “You don’t need to stay with us.” She didn’t mind the other girl, but she also knew that Jazz would probably like to do some other normal teen stuff, without her little brother and his girlfriend tagging along. Like maybe check some of the local universities or something, even though she would never want to study that far from Amity. Honestly, Sam was starting to feel a bit odd being around Jazz when they weren’t battling some kind of danger.   

“Oh no, it’s all right! I have the key card for the room, so we all need to stick together… ” replied Jazz. She was the oldest and therefore the one entrusted to keep track of their copy of it. She knew that Sam didn’t mean anything by it, but none of them were dumb enough to miss the awkward feeling between them. 

“Yeah, but you know I don’t necessarily need a key...” said Danny, obviously pointing out his ghostly abilities. He was still oblivious to the mounting tension around him. 

“True, but remember: no powers, little bro. Plus mom and dad trusted me to look after you two, and even though you don’t need it, that doesn’t mean I should just leave you guys! What if you got lost? Or went to the wrong room?” Jazz pointed out. With their limited communication here, getting lost wasn't something to play around with. That thought made her feel better about being there for them, even when they didn’t necessarily need her. 

“All right, all right...” Danny raised his hands in surrender. He had finally noticed how stressful the situation was becoming. “We are going to stick together, and no powers, means no powers...” He sighed. He might actually be starting to miss the ghost attacks.

“Well, with our luck another akuma will attack soon, and you can go spy on the heroes,” Sam teased.

They had found the blog run by Marinette’s friend Alya. The 'Ladyblog' had an English translation on it and explained that akuma attacks were completely random, usually varying between two to three per week, but sometimes as frequently as two in one day, although that was very rare. So, in other words, they happened when you least expected it.  

“Hey! I thought it was just ‘observing from a closer distance…’” 

Jazz and Sam both gave him looks that said ‘not even you believe that.’  

He sighed. “Fine, spying it is… ” he paused, ���Let’s hope I don’t get in trouble for that…” he murmured. Even though he knew it was spying from the start, he didn’t want to say it like that, in case it was illegal or something. And he didn’t even know if he would understand anything. 

“So, what time is Tucker supposed to get to the hotel again? I can’t remember what Valerie said, since you guys, or well, you, little brother, were hogging the Fenton Phones the whole time and I had to ask you about it later on…” said Jazz, with a twinge of annoyance, reminding him about his worrying over the phone about whether Amity was doing okay or not. 

If they were going to do something tomorrow to meet up with Tucker and his family, it was best to plan ahead. And Jazz needed all of the information in order to do that planning.

“Well, his flight should land at around 5 p.m. He did a lot of complaining about how he was going to be spending a whole entire day on a plane. He may be a tech genius, but seriously, he didn’t get that if he leaves Illinois at midnight that’s 7 a.m here, then when you add the ten hours flying… ‘voilà’ you get to Paris at 5 p.m.” explained Sam. They had something similar happen to them when they flew over, although it wasn’t as bad because they arrived around 11 p.m. and then slept through the night. 

“If I remember correctly, even you were confused about the time zones when we were travelling...” Danny teased her with a playful grin and Sam just glared at him in return. After all, that Monday night was hard for all of them. 

“Well, if it helps, none of us had experienced crossing so many time zones like that before...” Jazz paused, “That means that Tucker would get to the hotel at around 6 p.m.” she commented, getting them back on the topic of planning for the next day. 

“Yep,” said Danny, pronouncing the ‘p’ more strongly than needed, “so he should be free around six-thirty or seven tomorrow afternoon,” he finished with a nod. He was excited that he and Sam would get to hang out with their friend after such a long time. They had only been in Paris a week, but even before that, it had been hard to see him because of his mayoral duties. Actual ones, unlike this trip… Mostly it was fixing problems that Vlad left. 

“Okay, so let’s just say seven, to be on the safe side, that’s when we should be looking for him,” said Sam. She would never admit it, but she had missed her friend; she was really thankful to have him in her life. After all, the three of them were the original trio, the original team Phantom.  

“Sounds like a plan!” said Jazz and wrote it all down in her notebook that she was still carrying around.

Danny and Sam just rolled their eyes. Sometimes it seemed like Jazz was being a bit extra, but they knew she always had good intentions. And even though they would never tell her, they knew they were going to miss her when she went to Amity Park University in the fall. 

The three teens fell into a peaceful silence, each lost in their own thoughts. 

Danny was actually really enjoying his time in Paris. He never thought that travelling like this would help so much, but with Sam next to him so close their shoulders brushed, and Jazz at his other side, near enough for a teasing elbow to the ribs, he felt the tension slowly melting away.

Sam slipped her hand into Danny’s and gave it a gentle squeeze. She was so glad to see him actually relaxed for once, and she was enjoying every second she got to spend with him. A breeze blew through the park, rustling the leaves on the trees, and she took a deep breath of the sweet summer air. 

Jazz was quite pleased with how everything was going so far. She mentally ran through their itinerary again, they only had a little time here and she wanted to make the most of it. Although, she supposed, always thinking of what they were going to do next was probably not the best way to enjoy the moment, was it? She shook herself out of her thoughts and instead watched the way the dappled sunlight danced across the ground at her feet.

“Well, now that we know when Tuck is getting here,” Danny began, breaking the silence, “and we’ve changed our plans for the weekend to include him–” 

A sleek black car had pulled up at the park, causing some commotion when a bodyguard stepped out of it.

“Okay...” said Sam, noticing what distracted Danny. 

Jazz finished writing down some more ideas for what they could do tomorrow, making sure to account for how they were going to ‘just say hi’ to Tuck. Then she glanced up from her notebook and saw what Danny and Sam were looking at. “Is he supposed to be a teen celebrity or something?” she asked. It did look a bit like it was out of a movie, in a way. 

“I don’t know, it just looked like something was about to happen, with the way those people were acting. I didn’t expect it to just be some guy, I thought for a second that maybe an akuma was coming or something,” Danny explained. After all, they were expecting an akuma to happen sooner or later. 

“I thought the same thing,” said Sam, “but that blonde guy doesn’t seem like an akuma, does he?” She watched the way he was being shielded by his bodyguard. He didn’t seem like much of a threat.

“Oh!” exclaimed Danny, after seeing the guy a bit better the closer he got. “I think I know him!”  

“What?” asked Jazz and Sam, equally confused. They had never seen him before in their lives.

“Well, all right, all right. I don’t, you know, know him know him… but I’ve seen him. In ads. I think.” said Danny, trying to remember where exactly he had seen the ad, or if he knew what it was about.

“In ads, you said...” Jazz hummed thoughtfully, trying to remember what advertisements they had seen around the area.

“I mean, I guess… I don’t remember exactly where, and now that I think about it, I’m not even sure what it was for. I mean, how could I know, it was probably in French!” Danny said with a shrug. There were plenty of signs with people on them, both here and back home. Normally it was because of publicity, someone trying to sell goods or services, or worse, according to him, it was politics.  

“That makes sense,” Sam allowed. 

“He seems to be very popular… well, at least among the girls,” commented Jazz. She had been watching the crowd and noticed that most of the people that were now gathered at the park seemed to be teenage girls.

“Well, I guess, that’s our cue to go. Look, they’ve got a photographer over there now,  they probably came here to work… ” said Sam, unimpressed. What else would a famous teen do if not work in one way or another? It was either that or just be ‘annoying’ in her book.  

“Alright, let’s go,” Danny stood up from their bench. “I’m here to rest, not work!” Well… unless you counted the “definitely-not-spying” he would be doing on the local heroes. 

“Hey, isn’t that Marinette?” Jazz pointed out a familiar set of pigtails in the middle of the crowd of what they could only assume were fans.

Sam followed Jazz’s line of sight and found their new friend talking animatedly with another girl. “Yeah, I think so...” When she turned back, she noticed how Jazz seemed like she was ready to go ask Marinette for some more Parisian advice.

“Uhh, Jazz, I don’t think we need to bother her and her friend right now...” said Danny, picking up on the same thing Sam had. Knowing his sister, she would try to get as much information out of Marinette as possible, even though they didn’t need it, they were planning to spend time with Tucker tomorrow, after all. 

“Hey, just because I’m gathering my stuff and especially the notebook doesn’t mean… ” she trailed off when Danny and Sam both raised a sceptical eyebrow at her. “Okay, okay… fine. So maybe I thought we could ask her a few more questions… ” She sighed. It wouldn’t be that bad to get ideas of what else to do, right?

“Let’s just go,” Danny groaned. He stood up and stretched his back. It felt nice after sitting for a while. 

“I’m right behind you,” said Sam. She would have been happy to stay there and admire the sunset, it was getting late and would be going down before much longer, but the idea had lost its appeal when so many people showed up.

“Fine” grumbled Jazz, outnumbered and defeated. She finished packing up the last of their things in a small bag.

And so the three of them began making their way back to the hotel. They would probably go up to the roof and enjoy some time at the pool while continuing to plan what they would do with Tucker once he arrived. However, as soon as they started walking, a huge flock of pigeons zoomed past them, flying in formation. A scream went up from the crowd of fans, many of them running for cover.

“Uh, that’s weird, right?” Danny asked. “Like, I’m no bird expert, but I’m pretty sure that’s not normal.” To be continued :D :D

[daddyplasmius]

this is let grief do its work, a fic (currently unedited rip) I started as a kind of sister fic to hand on my stupid heart, another fic I'd written earlier and uh. yeah. you guessed it. haven't finished. I'm working on this on the side, Flying Over the Pit of Death + its sister fic & my original novels being my main focuses right now. I will most likely continue lgdiw sometime in the future, it just isn't my main priority. Like all of my fics, this idea is free for anyone to take & run with. if/when I finish this fic, the edited version will go on ao3. For context: this is just a prologue of sorts, depicting vaguely what is happening on the human side of the Portal the month after the Accident. On Danny's side, he's been chillin' in the Ghost Zone, where he ended up after half-dying, believing he's fully dead (he's not) & only realized he's still alive after it was too late for him to tell everyone what happened cuz like, awkward & embarrassing lol. HOMSH takes place a year later, when things come to a head. I feel it's important to reiterate that, although Danny isn't actually dead, the characters think he is & act accordingly. okay author's infodump note complete, fic under a readmore

“when they first go, let yourself think every selfish, no-good, dirty, angry, filthy, horrible thought. let the waves of anger wash through you. let grief do its work.” ーCaitlyn Siehl; Grief Counseling

On the first day, Sam had thought that, maybe, Danny was just busyーtoo busy to answer their texts, and their calls, and everything else. But then Tucker called her. It was a horrible game of telephone at first. Danny’s parents told Jazz, who told Tucker, who told Sam, and that’s how the communication went for two days until she and Tuck had enough.

They went to FentonWorks, the big, ugly building on the corner of Mockingbird and Cedar, and were surprised to find no one home at all. Not even Jazz. And, for the first time since they’d known the Fentons, the doors were locked. And when they tried to talk to Jazz later, they would find that they’ve officially filed a police report.

ー

Danny Fenton is missing. The last time Sam talked to him she was making fun of him, for being too scared to go check out the Fentons’ new Ghost Portal. She knew he was freaked out by stuff like thatーby ghosts. Now she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again.

There’s just no way. He can’t be gone. She literally saw him on Saturday. His empty seat in homeroom on the first day of school is the thing that does it. There’s this gap in the desks where he should be, but he’s not. Like he’s already haunting her.

It makes her sick. Everythingーeverything in her head, everything she knows. Despite what Dash and his asshole friends say, Danny wouldn’t run away. And the longer a person is missing, the more likely it is that they’reー

Sam doesn’t wait for the bell. She leaves Tucker in homeroom, goes straight to the bathroom, and wipes her face down in the sink, water turning black. Suddenly, everything macabre, everything dark and creepyーit just disgusts her.

She goes home early. No one even says anything, not the school, not her parents, not Tucker. Alone in her room, Sam starts to shake. She sobs once, something seething just under her skin. She stalks over to the wall where most of her horror movie posters are taped and starts tearing them down, one by one.

ー

Danny Fenton has been missing for a week, and Tucker, staring at the sweater his best friend forgot at his house, laid across his computer chair, thinks he’s starting to feel it.

Opening his phone, he feels it again. Looking at his texts, he feels it again, and again, and again.

Saturday • 4:47 p.m. Danny Phantom: xD Danny Phantom: not playing tonight, ghost portal opening night 👻 Danny Phantom: can play tmrw tho Too Fine: hell ya txt u then Danny Phantom: 👍 Sunday • 10:20 a.m. Too Fine: yo still up 4 doomed Too Fine: dued Too Fine: dude* Too Fine: you there Sunday • 10:21 a.m. Too Fine: txt me when you wanna play Sunday • 11:58 a.m. Too Fine: you up?

Tucker lets his phone fall on his bed. He doesn’t bother checking in with Sam. She’s been out of school and ignoring him for the last three days. It’s almost been a week sinceー

He gets up and stumbles to his chair. He sits down, careful not to mess up Danny’s NASA hoodie. Tucker turns on his desktop, types in his password, checks his emails. He messes around for as long as he can before he literally cannot take it anymore. He just can’t ignore it.

God. His best friend is gone. Is he coming back? Is heー

It’s like something inside his chest cracks. Without thinking, he pulls the NASA hoodie into his lap, and then over his head. It’s been here too long. It still has that smell of ozone and copper on it, though.

Tucker leans back in his chair and stares at the wall.

ー

Danny was home. That’s the thing. The last time Jazz saw him, he was inside the house, and she never saw him leave. He must have, at some point. She has no idea why, or for what, but he must have. It’s the only rational explanation. Danny left. Something happened. He never came home.

She feels the panic rising, gripping her throat again. She puts the candle down on the bleachers. Wipes her face. Whoever is speaking to the crowd of students holding vigil is a mess of white noise in her ears. It doesn’t help. It should and it doesn’t. A lot of things are the opposite of what Jazz knowsーthought they are.

She almost wishes it had just happened at home, been a little less drawn out.

As soon as it pops into her head, she feels sick, disgusted at herself.

But no one goes missing this long and lives. A very small percentage do. And if it had been some accident in the lab, like she always feared would happen, at least they’d have a body to mourn. At least they would know.

ー

Sam’s parents pretend they aren’t happy. They have to look worried, grieving, because what would the neighbours think if they didn’t? She can see through it, unlike them. They always hated the Fentons. They always hated Danny. They always hated Sam’s fascination with the macabre.

Well. They got what they wanted.

It’s like he’s in everything. She isn’t even looking for him, and he’s still there, still everywhereー

Sam rubs her eyes on her sleeve before she can properly cry. There’s no body. He could still come back. A month is a lot, but he could stillーhe could show up. Someone could find him alive. He could be alive.

Her parents look at her from across the lavish, stupidly large, solid wood table. She should know what type of wood it is but it’s like the information is behind a fogbank. She can see the silhouette. She just can’t make it out. Mom places her cutlery down neatly, dabs her mouth with a cloth napkin, and clears her throat.

“Sammy-kins…” She starts, and the rage inside Sam bubbles up like lava bursting through rock. “There’s been… We…”

She looks to the side for help, from dad. He looks incredibly awkward for a moment before turning to Sam with an expression she hasn’t seen since grandpa died.

“Saman… Sam.” He says, simply, slowly, and the lava in Sam’s gut turns cold, and heavy. “They’ve found evidence that has given them reasons to believe that… your friend is gone.” He’s never spoken this softly. Ever. His voice is barely audible above the blood rushing in her ears. “They’ve called off the search.”

ー

Tucker didn’t expect nightmares. He wakes up and he panic-cries into his pillow and hopes to whatever god or deity is listening that ghosts in dreams aren’t real. He can’t explain the fear. Everything is incredibly normal, more normal than his dreams ever have been, and then Danny walks in.

He would give anything for this to happen, right now, in real life. He’s afraid, though. In his dreams, a sheer terror overcomes him. He can’t get away fast enough. He can still hear his own voice echoing in his head. “You’re dead! You’re dead!”

It’s a wrongness he can’t quite graspーor doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to be afraid of his best friend. Tucker wants him back so badly. But his brain knows the truth, even if Tuck is digging his heels in and refusing to budge.

Someone knocks on his door, and he tenses.

“Tucker, sweetie? It’s…” Mom takes a deep breath. “It’s time to go.”

He grits his teeth and shoves his face into his pillow so hard he can’t get air. He stays like this until he can’t. He gets up.

Tucker walks across the floor like a zombie, barely aware of what he’s even doing. He manages to put on the suit his mom put out for him yesterday, and goes downstairs. He refuses breakfast. The three of themーmom, dad, Tuckerーgo out to the car, and drive to his best friend’s funeral.

ー

Jazz stares at the closed casket. There’s a pair of police officers out of uniform, or maybe detectives, standing in the corner by the photo album laid out on a table looking haunted. Aunt Alicia, uncharacteristically wearing a plain, black dress, sits with mom and dad at the other side of the room. Jazz stares at the casket and she tries to imagine that it’s not empty. That it isn’t making her scream inside with the frustration of it all. Her baby brother is gone. They couldn’t even find him. And probably never will. Because that’s how these things end.

Tucker walks into the room. Dark bags circle his unfocused eyes. His parents are right behind him, his father’s hand on his shoulder. Tucker looks at the casket. He turns away, catching sight of Jazz, and when his parents break off to meet hers, Tucker walks over.

He picks at his sleeves. Says nothing. Jazz tries to pick at the grief counseling she knows she’s studied for fun, but finds herself falling short.

She doesn’t see Sam or Mr. and Mrs. Manson walk in, but suddenly they’re there as well, smiling tightly and giving their condolences to Jazz’s parents. Sam doesn’t walk over. She stands in a corner and stares at a wall with purpose.

Jazz breathes slowly, willing her heart to stop pounding. She counts the stages she can see in front of her.

Too much Acceptance, all from strangers who never even knew him personally. She glances at Dash Baxter, tugging on his tie and looking annoyed. She can feel Anger in her. But also Denial. Bargaining. Depression.

And somehow, Acceptance, too.

They’re not stages. She never really got that before. You feel them all at once, all the time, and they don’t go away. The intensity changes, turning from a background hum to bright bursts of emotion at any little reminder.

She looks at Tucker out of the corner of her eye. She wonders if he’s feeling that way too. Being bombarded by the stages of grief in a way no one prepared them for. Is this why mom and dad never let them get any pets? Besides Danny’s gerbil, which promptly disappeared before she could even get used to the rodent’s smell. What happened to it? Was it rehomed, or is its body still somewhere around the house, unfound, unlooked for?

The stages start over, skipping between Depression, Anger, Denial, the emotions falling over themselves. She wished the cops would leave.

Not soon enough, it’s over. The funeral home employees usher them out, the rooms and halls now empty. The drive home is simultaneously the longest and shortest ever. She stares up at the brick and all she wants to do is sleep. She heads inside intending to do just that.

She takes her shoes off at the door. Mom and dad take off their jacks and move to settle in the living room. Mom is holding a tissue to her eye. Jazz hesitates for just a moment.

Should she do something? She feels like she should do something, anything. She wants to suggest therapy. She’s afraid to open her mouth, though. Jazz can feel the blame on the back of her tongue, ready to spill out. That would be the worst thing for her to do, and she doesn’t know if she has the strength to hold it back, because for fucks sake, if they just watched their children, this wouldn’t have happened.

Jazz turns to the stairs and starts climbing them. She doesn’t get halfway before she’s blinded by drywall dust and knocked off her feet.

[anime-grimmy-art]

Day 10 – Food

Zet – Zet is no picky eater at all, she’ll eat anything from stale to spicy. But she found that whatever the Granmeowster cooks for her, she eats with a bit more gusto.

Mei – Mei is an absolute glutton, she looooves eating a lot, but she can’t handle too fatty things, even if she enjoys the taste a lot. Her fav have to be fresh, cool, juicy fruits though. She just associates them with home and her childhood, so they have extra meaning on top of the delicious taste.

Chidori – As good as Yomogi’s dangos are, Chidori doesn’t see them as her favourite food (she will never tell Yomogi that though.) Chidori loves sour foods, so she often purchases sour rock candy from Rondine. And yes, Chidori is the kind to just crunch that kind of candy between her teeth.

Day 11 – Inventory

Zet – Efficiency is the name of the game. Zet’s pouch is almost empty, she only has the essentials for anything. Mega Potions, armour and demon drug, and anything necessary for the specific quest, be that nullberries, antidotes or traps.

Mei – Mei is a bit chaotic when it comes to her inventory, she tries to always carry basics like potions and paint balls with her, but she often gets so excited to get going that she forgets a lot.

Chidori – Girl has no idea what she’s even doing, so she just has everything at hand at all times. Potions? Check. Enhancing potions/berries? Check. Traps? Check. Ammo even though she doesn’t use bowguns? Check.

Day 12 – Symbolism

Zet – The Guild had always stamped Zet as the “bringer of calamity”. While she was the hunter that always brought peace to any community she found herself in, it was always like the monsters flocked to her and made even simple quests a lot more dangerous. In the New World, however, she’d become the Sapphire Star, light shining bright even amongst the most hopeless chaos. Instead of being seen as something that attracts calamity, she’d be the one that brings hope and motivates people to hold up their heads high and fight on.

Mei – If I had to associate anything with Mei, it probably would be the colour red and the sun. Mei has reddish pink hair, she always wears her red Mahana dress and she has to follow in the footsteps of her grandfather Red. She’s also a very passionate and loving person.

As for the sun, I don’t call her sunshine incarnate for nothing. She has a very sunny disposition and a smile as bright as the midday sun. But she also has this small, calm smile that is very disarming and comforting, quiet and calming like the sun setting at dawn.

Chidori – I don’t really have any symbolism for Chidori, which is maybe also cos she’s too young of an OC for now. As said in the monster section, I do associate her with Gargwas, which means she has kind of a danger sense. She feels when something isn’t quite right, like when Narwa fell through the floor or when they beat Malzeno. She has like a Spidey-sense, just MH edition. Gargwa-sense?

Day 13 – Music

Zet – Hmm, I personally just associate the World/Iceborne soundtrack with her, though more the mellow or building music. My fav Monster Hunter song is “Succession of Light” (the Iceborne main theme) and I think it parallels Zet’s character growth in it’s music a lot, so if I had to pick one song for her, it would be this one.

Mei – Man, this music question is really hard, cos I really have never thought beyond the game’s soundtrack if I’m honest XD Though, if just going music based on personality, I’d say upbeat summer music fits her well. Not like, beach party music but just chill, fun music with ocean sounds. Kinda like, beach vibe bossanova. If shit hits the fan though, lets switch to chaotic jazz ahhahaha

Chidori – Again, I associate Chidori with the MH soundtrack, specifically the MH Rise soundtrack. Though, her nervous nature somehow also makes me think of meme music, like, acoustic versions of meme songs. Example would be the acoustic version of All Star by annapantsu, sth in that vein.

Day 14 – Habits

Zet – If she actively listens to you, she will stare directly into your eyes and barely blink. She doesn’t know she does it, but it freaks everyone out. She also has the tendency to knead things with her fingers when she’s concentrated or lost in thought. That mostly shows itself with her petting either Cry or Rev, but if you’re close by you can bet you’re getting some head scratches.

Mei – Personal space is a suggestion. People from Mahana are very touchy-feely, heck, their greeting is grabbing you by the cheeks and rubbing them, so Mei has the tendency to be way too close to people. Growing up so closely with monsties also makes her forget that not everyone is as comfortable being close to monsters, and especially not being chewed on by them, so she has to react quickly when, say, Asparagus keeps trying to gnaw on Kyle’s arm.

Chidori – Chidori has a bit of a hiding instinct. When she’s flustered, she always tugs her collar over her lips, or when she gets berated with someone she tends to hide behind that person. She also hides herself in a ball when she gets too anxious or exhausted. So, knees tucked, arms around and face buried in them, she finds herself a nice corner and doesn’t move for a while. With ppl she's close with she also rubs her face into or against them. Ya know, the kinda person who'd press their face into your shoulder when they're tired.

Day 15 – Half-way Free Space!

Zet – Zet actually underwent heavy character rewriting. Before World I always played as her, i.e. I always designed the same character and named her the same way, but I never really gave her a proper story or nailed down her personality. As you can see in the picture, at the start of world she was way more jovial XDD (btw. I already linked her to Fatalis before Iceborne even came out so the fact it ended with Fatalis was just fucking great on my end)

Mei – It shows that friends have only one braincell, because both @kathuman and I created our MH Stories 2 characters separately and they legit look like sisters, but like, down to a T. So Kitkat and Mei are sisters in some universe XD

Chidori – Her name is kinda a joke. I almost called her Niwa (garden) or Tori (bird), as Niwatori is the Japanese word for chicken, but I already have so many OCs with such short names, so I tried digging a bit more. I tried to find Japanese names that meant “being scared”, “scaredy-cat” or “chicken” or sth along those lines, until it came to mind that hey, I could just look up what Japanese Chicken breeds there are. Many breeds end with -dori or -jidori, and Jidori is just another way to write Chidori (if I understand correctly, it’s the same Japanese symbol and that’s just how it can be written with our alphabet), so I thought Chidori was perfect. It’s also kinda ironic, cos the name itself can mean “thousand birds”, with the first Kanji being “Thousand” or “Many”, and the second Kanji meaning either “Bird”, “Freedom” or even “Intelligence” or “Beauty”. So, people always think she was called that cos her parents wanted her to be a free spirit, and be intelligent, all the while she’s a scaredy cat that doesn’t want to leave her home and she’s dumb as bricks, not to mention she’s just called that cos she’s a chicken.

[the-tiger-with-a-computer]

Tp + glitter bombs

This will be fun. But first I want to apologize for answering this ask late. Anyway, onto the chaos.

If I was in Transformers Animated Part 13: The Elite Guard's "Visit"

(This takes place before Ultra Magnus gets his aft kicked by a twig)

Sentinel Prime: Sir. I don't want to seem rude but why are we checking up on Optimus on his crew?

Ultra Magnus: Because of recent events I have decided that seeing how Optimus and his crew are doing is important if they want to continue their duties on Earth.

Sentinel Prime: I just hope we wrap things up before Cat can do anything.

Jazz: Aw come on SP. Cat's fun and you have to admit they have been more than helpful to us.

Sentinel Prime: Helpful to you maybe. All they have done is cause trouble.

As the ship landed Sentinel was more than cautious in exiting the ship.

Jazz: Sentinel. Cat's not going to pull anything this early.

Sentinel: Yeah? Well, why don't you tell that to the deca-cycle it took just to wash out all that glitter from their last prank. I swear I can still see some specks around the ship.

Me: Yo!

Sentinel: Speak of the devil.

Optimus: Ultra Magnus. What brings you here sir?

Ultra Magus: I have come to see how you and your crew are doing, given recent events.

Optimus: Oh. That is very compassionate of you sir. Um. Cat? If you are up for it can you accompany Jazz and Sentinel on patrol?

Me: Sure.

Sentinel Prime: What!? Sir. I think we are better off staying here.

Ultra Magnus: I think you and Jazz going on patrol is a good idea. It can give me time to talk to Optimus alone.

Sentinel Prime: Yes sir.

Jazz: Yes! Come on Cat.

Me: Ok. Let me grab my bag real quick. And I call riding with Sentinel!

Sentinel Prime: FRAG!

*Later on patrol*

Jazz: Cat. Why do you want to ride with Sentinel?

Me: Well because I have realized that myself and Sentinel don't have the best of relationships.

Sentinel Prime: Got that right.

Me: But I am hoping that this patrol can help us grow closer as friends.

Sentinel Prime: If that day comes I'll eat my elite guard wings.

Me: Anyway. You remember the Headmaster guy right?

Sentinel Prime: Umm. I have never heard of him.

Jazz: Oh. I remember. Prowl told me that he stole Bulkhead's body. Why bring up him?

Me: Because I happen to know where he is staying. He's staying in a nice house thanks to Powell and I was wondering if you want to help me play a little prank on him.

Jazz: Oh? What do you have in mind?

Me: Oh. You'll see.

When we got there I had pulled out a few rolls of toilet paper and a few round grey balls.

Sentinel Prime: What are we going to do with those?

Me: Well, we are going to cover his house in toilet paper and place a few of these around the outside of his house.

Jazz: What will they do?

Me: Sentinel? Do you remember my last prank?

Sentinel: Yeah?

Me: These babies explode in a glittery mess.

Sentinel: I want to place them.

Me: Sure. You show me where and I place them.

With there help we got everything done pretty quick and were out of there before anyone had taken videos. Plus when we got back we had the joy of seeing the Headmaster freak out.

Sentinel Prime: Play it again!

Me: How many times have we seen this video.

Sentinel Prime: Don't know and don't care.

Jazz: You two seem like you are becoming good friends.

*Jazz then hands him a separate pair of elite guard wings.*

Jazz: Start eating.

Sentinel Prime: Hey. I just enjoy seeing that human guy freak out there is no way I'll ever call Cat my friend. Now, I will see you later. Though send me a copy of that video ok?

Me: You got it.

*Sentinel then walks off and back to the ship.*

Me: He'll come around.

Jazz: Yeah. I'm sure he will.

Ultra Magnus had finished up by then and with that, they had to go back to Cybertron. Though not before I got one last prank in.

Sentinel Prime: OH COME ON!!

Jazz sped to Sentinel's quarters to see that Sentinel had found his desk to be covered in sticky notes that formed his chin. Jazz promptly started laughing his aft off. How Cat managed to do it they never found out but by then they had already left Earth's orbit so there was nothing he could do.

[emerals]

the lads but it’s cards against humanity

some of these are funny most aren’t lmao

prompts are bolded!!

OZZY - - Seeing my father cry; kid-tested, mother-approved. - Step 1: A sorry excuse for a father. Step 2: Vehicular manslaughter. Step 3: Profit. - What's my secret power? Fucking all my dad's friends. - What's that smell? Poor life choices.

JUNIPER - - Excuse me, straight man, but all the different kinds of lesbians isn't for you, STRAIGHT MAN. - Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, we called you because we're concerned about Cynthia. Are you aware that your daughter is throwing grapes at a man until he loses touch with reality? - Girls. High five, bro. - A romantic candlelit dinner would be incomplete without getting serial killed.

XIMENA - - I never truly understood hot people until I encountered your mom. - But before I kill you, Mr. Bond, I must show you vigorous jazz hands. - That's right, I killed heteronormativity. How, you ask? Bees? - For my next trick, I will pull science out of a Bop It.

WHITTANY - - I drink to forget being rich. - Uh, hey guys, I know this was my idea, but I'm having serious doubts about breaking into song and dance. - I got 99 problems but crumbs all over the god damn carpet ain't one. - Hey guys, welcome to Chili's! Would you like to start the night off right with kissing grandma on the forehead and turning off her life support?

ASH - - Arby's We Have completely unwarranted confidence. - When I am President, I will create the Department of a bitch slap. - Hey Reddit! I'm judging everyone. Ask me anything. - I'm LeBron James, and when I'm not slamming dunks, I love two Xanax and a bottle of wine.

VIVIAN - - YAAAAAAS! You are serving me daddy issues realness! - Dude, do not go in that bathroom. There's men in there. - What's the best metaphor for our political system? 30 shirtless bears emerging from the fog. - 50% of all marriages end in listening to her problems without trying to solve them.

EVERETT - - In the new Disney Channel Original Movie, Hannah Montana struggles with the patriarchy for the first time. - What are my parents hiding from me? Saying "I love you". - As the mom of five rambunctious boys, I'm no stranger to a little boy who won't shut the fuck up about dinosaurs. - If you can't love yourself, how the hell you gonna love committing treason?

KIWI - - Mamma Mia. Here I go again. My! My! How can I resist giggling like an anime girl? - Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on sunshine an rainbows. - TSA guidelines now prohibits wizard music on airplanes. - My fellow Americans: Before this decade we will have Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson on the moon!

DEAN - - I get by with a little help from self-loathing. - I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure what you're suffering from is called "being fucking pathetic". - Your dreams are one click away! Learn more at Hope.com. - What's the most emo? A lifetime of sadness.

NIX - - Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's menstrual rage. - The class field trip was completely ruined by whatever straight people do for fun. - It's a pity that kids these days are all getting involved with unfathomable stupidity. - Old MacDonald had dark and mysterious forces beyond our control. E-I-E-I-O.

HUNTER - - Howdy neighbor! I couldn't help but notice you struggling with getting into a pretty bad car accident. Need a hand? - Why can't I sleep at night? Dead parents. - When I was tripping on acid, BATMAN! turned into therapy. - I'm Tony Robbins, and over the next sixty minutes I'm going to teach you how to harness the power of the Kool-Aid Man!

DOTTIE - - What's there a ton of in heaven? Some god damn peace and quiet. - What's a girl's best friend? Solving problems with violence. - I'm going on a cleanse this week. Nothing but kale juice and silence. - IF you like sipping kombucha like a smug piece of shit, YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK.

ADEN - - Check me out, yo! I call this dance move "establishing dominance." - White people like drinking gasoline to see what it tastes like. - Just saw this upsetting video! Please retweet!! #stopmyinnerdemons - Why do I hurt all over? A mistake.

SYLVIA - - Designers! For this week's challenge, you must make a dress designed for telling Heather she can't pull off that top. - Daddy, why is mommy crying? Toxic masculinity. - And the Academy Award for complaining goes to the careless cunt who left a water ring on my credenza. - Why am I sticky? Soup that is too hot.

LOUIE - - Instead of coal, Santa now gives the bad children PTSD. - We're here! We're doing crimes! Get used to it! - Today on Maury: "Help! My son is being a motherfucking sorcerer!" - Premiering tonight: NBC's new heartfelt family drama, This Is an old guy who's almost dead.

MARSHALL - - I'm sorry Professor, but I couldn't complete my homework because of some guy. - What never fails to liven up the party? Being on fire. - Well if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have a date with kayaking with my sluts. - Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Open the doors and there is a messy bitch who lives for drama.

[simplynotcapable]

so if Visenya, Baelon, Monty, and Brigit (bringing their chihuahuas/yorkies/whatever Vyper and Winter are if you want, Vyper reads major chihuahua or pomeranian energy to me) all went on one of those multi-day road trips from LA to NYC (or wherever, you pick), how would it go? Who hogs the aux cord? Who gets snack crumbs everywhere? Who is anal about being the one to drive, who tries to avoid driving whenever possible? Anyone get carsick?

this is so funny to think about you have no idea. i've been wheezing for thirty minutes

I'm of the opinion that fics where the dragons are cars are superior to the ones where they're pets, so the road trip is actually happening IN either Vyper/Wynter.

Monty is like an old lady driver because he's terrified of getting into an accident. Exactly at the speed limit or under it at all times, never forgets to use his blinkers, both hands on the wheel, adjusts the mirrors every time he gets in the car.

Brigit? Okay driver. Nothing major. Speeds a little sometimes.

Baelon and Visenya? MENACES.

Baelon's a really good driver, but he also takes turns SO FAST and has such deep animosity towards everyone else on the road that it stresses everybody out. Just "and then this worthless motherfucker, what do they even think they're doing, bitch I WILL HIT YOU WITH THE CAR" and then Brigit's like "bro that is a 76 year old man stopped at a stop sign CALM DOWN"

Visenya's just. Bad. She's terrible. She speeds and she takes curves like a madwoman and she gets distracted playing with the radio and talking, she does not use her blinker and forgets to check her blindspot like 98% of the time. Two fingers on the wheel. Has driven with her knees before while trying to fix her eyeliner. The fact that she has never been in a car crash is entirely because sometimes Baelon just grabs the wheel.

("Fucking--brake lights, slow down!"

"I saw it, Monty, I saw it! God, I passed my test before you, you know, you don't have to act like--"

"Your dad paid the instructor!"

"That was unrelated!")

Brigit has to stop to pee like. So often. Baelon is so aggravated every single time. Usually they stop at like a gas station for her to use the bathroom, and she buys a slushie while she's there which just makes her need to pee again, and it's a vicious, terrible cycle.

Whoever is in shotgun (they take that in shifts) has control of the music, but everyone else is constantly complaining about it.

Monty listens to the weirdest mix of Taylor Swift, jazz, and heavy metal, and no one knows what the fuck they're supposed to do with that.

Visenya plays stupid things because she's annoying, like Yo Gabba Gabba soundtrack type shit, and then will randomly hit them with a weird ass indie band no one has ever heard of but is??? So good???

Baelon likes Nickelback, and he'll just randomly have Disney soundtrack songs on his playlists with no explanation.

Brigit listens to German pop music. She does not speak German. She refuses to elaborate.

They survive solely on junk food and random gas station fruit until they reach their destination, but they're all pretty good about not making too much of a mess. No one gets carsick except Monty--and that's just because he keeps trying to read in the car, he's fine once he gives up. Visenya keeps stealing Baelon's sunglasses. At one point, Brigit forgets her wallet on the gas station counter and they have to double back an hour to pick it up. Monty buys a spray bottle and uses it whenever it's Visenya and Baelon's turn to sit in the backseat because if they start making out it's going to get awkward. Visenya and Monty are always cold but Brigit and Baelon are always hot, so the AC is a knockdown dragout fight. Monty falls asleep and Baelon draws dicks on his arm.

[camels-pen]

A Jarring Discovery

Ectoberhaunt day 10 - Harvest & Hunger

Summary: They were supposed to go to the movies.

warning: major character death, vivisection, blood, gore

Ao3 Link | 2nd part of the a life cut short series

Kyle knocked several times. The chipper and ever-prepared voice that was always just a bit too energetic… didn’t answer. 

“Hey, is anybody home?” He called. Still no rushed response nor the echoes of stomping feet running down an old wooden staircase to hastily rip open the door, as if leaving him outside even a moment more would cause him to spontaneously combust. 

Kyle backed up, eyeing Jazz’s window and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Yo, Jazz!” he yelled. No crashes. No loud stumbling. No grumpy I-definitely-just-woke-up-and-hate-my-sister’s-friends voice shouting from the adjacent window that the front door was open and to quit with the yelling already!

He texted her. Waited five minutes as he cycled through various social media. 

No response.

Kyle hummed. He didn’t want to play this card, but Jazz had left him no choice.

Kyle grinned as he pulled out the Fenton Lipstick Laser—given to him for emergencies only, including but not limited to: “suspected” ghost attacks. 

Obviously he tested it—strictly for safety reasons, of course—which led to the discovery that, on the highest setting, it could cut through steel.

Clearly, this counted as an emergency and considering he is using it as Jazz’s parents intended, he’ll be completely forgiven. Thus, no harm done. 

It really was a shame though, the Fentons’ will have to make a whole new anti-ghost locking system for their door. It might even cause their home security system to have problems and all sorts of ghosts will be able to come and go with ease—

Yeah, Kyle loved this thing.

He felt so much destructive joy cutting their door lock into little tiny pieces and then stepping on it for good measure as he walked inside.

“Jazz? I’m totally here to rescue you from the ghost that’s torturing you or whatever.” Kyle twirled the Lipstick Laser between his fingers, never fumbling as he checked the first floor of the house. Nothing.

“Mrs. Fenton? Are you guys around?” Kyle poked his head into all the open rooms on the second floor. Still nothing.

He plopped himself down on the living room couch with a sigh. “Maaaan, did her dad drag her to help set up for the mayor’s rally today or something?”

His eyes drifted to the heavy metal door cutting the basement lab off from the rest of the house. Kyle had only been down there once, but the vibes down there were pretty bad.

Jazz would probably be there if she was helping Danny with half-ghost stuff though.

Kyle walked up to the lab door and stared at it.

It'd probably be a bad idea to shoot the laser at it right? Like, there might be flammable stuff on the other side. Maybe.

Though… he really wanted to shoot the laser again.

Valiantly, Kyle resisted the temptation and knocked. 

“It’s sound-proof,” Jazz had said. “Great for fixing up Danny with no one noticing. Not so great for accidentally locking myself in there after everyone’s gone to bed.”

Ugh, right. What was the code for the door again? And where the heck did they even put the number pad?

Kyle slapped the walls around the door in clockwise increments before the pad popped out of the wall beside the bottom left corner.

It took him a good 15 minutes of trying to remember the code Jazz showed him last time, but he got it right eventually. Several mechanical whirrs started up as the door slowly rose from the floor.

Once it was half open, Kyle ducked under it, an easy smile on his face as he leisurely strolled down the steps. “Hey, Jazz. So, just telling you now, I totally fucked up your front door lock—”

Jazz lay with her head lolled to the side, eyes blank and unfocused while strapped to a metal table. Her chest was cut open and the skin pinned to the metal surface with dried blood staining her clothes, the table, and the floor underneath it. 

Mrs. Fenton stared at him from her place at Jazz’s side, her arms frozen inside a broken rib cage and strangely empty torso. A glint of light caught Kyle’s eye and he mechanically moved his gaze to the side.

On a pristine table behind Mrs. Fenton, there sat a group of glowing green jars that held the outlines of familiar shapes: a liver, a pair of lungs, and a heart.

[rockislandadultreads]

Beautiful Book Covers: Hispanic Heritage Month Picks

Portrait of an Unknown Lady by María Gainza, Thomas Bunstead (Translator)

In the Buenos Aires art world, a master forger has achieved legendary status. Rumored to be a woman, she seems especially gifted at forging canvases by the painter Mariette Lydis, a portraitist of Argentine high society. But who is this absurdly gifted creator of counterfeits? What motivates her? And what is her link to the community of artists who congregate, night after night, in a strange establishment called the Hotel Melancólico? On the trail of this mysterious forger is our narrator, an art critic and auction house employee through whose hands counterfeit works have passed. As she begins to take on the role of art-world detective, adopting her own methods of deception and manipulation, she warns us “not to proceed in expectation of names, numbers or dates . . . My techniques are those of the impressionist.” What follows is a highly seductive and enveloping meditation on what we mean by “authenticity” in art, and a captivating exploration of the gap between what is lived and what is told. Portrait of an Unknown Lady is, like any great work, driven by obsession and full of subtle surprise.

Bindle Punk Bruja by Desideria Mesa

Yo soy quien soy. I am who I am. Luna--or depending on who's asking, Rose--is the white-passing daughter of an immigrant mother who has seen what happens to people from her culture. This world is prejudicial, and she must hide her identity in pursuit of owning an illegal jazz club. Using her cunning powers, Rose negotiates with dangerous criminals as she climbs up Kansas City's bootlegging ladder. Luna, however, runs the risk of losing everything if the crooked city councilmen and ruthless mobsters discover her ties to an immigrant boxcar community that secretly houses witches. Last thing she wants is to put her entire family in danger. But this bruja with ever-growing magical abilities can never resist a good fight. With her new identity, Rose, an unabashed flapper, defies societal expectations all the while struggling to keep her true self and witchcraft in check. However, the harder she tries to avoid scrutiny, the more her efforts eventually capture unwanted attention. Soon, she finds herself surrounded by greed and every brand of bigotry--from local gangsters who want a piece of the action and businessmen who hate her diverse staff to the Ku Klux Klan and Al Capone. Will her earth magic be enough to save her friends and family? As much as she hates to admit it, she may need to learn to have faith in others--and learning to trust may prove to be her biggest ambition yet.

A Woman of Endurance by Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa

A Woman of Endurance, set in nineteenth-century Puerto Rican plantation society, follows Pola, a deeply spiritual African woman who is captured and later sold for the purpose of breeding future slaves. The resulting babies are taken from her as soon as they are born. Pola loses the faith that has guided her and becomes embittered and defensive. The dehumanizing violence of her life almost destroys her. But this is not a novel of defeat but rather one of survival, regeneration, and reclamation of common humanity. Readers are invited to join Pola in her journey to healing. From the sadistic barbarity of her first experiences, she moves on to receive compassion and support from a revitalizing new community. Along the way, she learns to recognize and embrace the many faces of love—a mother’s love, a daughter’s love, a sister’s love, a love of community, and the self-love that she must recover before she can offer herself to another. It is ultimately, a novel of the triumph of the human spirit even under the most brutal of conditions.

The Hacienda by Isabel Cañas

In the overthrow of the Mexican government, Beatriz’s father is executed and her home destroyed. When handsome Don Rodolfo Solórzano proposes, Beatriz ignores the rumors surrounding his first wife’s sudden demise, choosing instead to seize the security his estate in the countryside provides. She will have her own home again, no matter the cost. But Hacienda San Isidro is not the sanctuary she imagined. When Rodolfo returns to work in the capital, visions and voices invade Beatriz’s sleep. The weight of invisible eyes follows her every move. Rodolfo’s sister, Juana, scoffs at Beatriz’s fears—but why does she refuse to enter the house at night? Why does the cook burn copal incense at the edge of the kitchen and mark its doorway with strange symbols? What really happened to the first Doña Solórzano? Beatriz only knows two things for certain: Something is wrong with the hacienda. And no one there will help her. Desperate for help, she clings to the young priest, Padre Andrés, as an ally. No ordinary priest, Andrés will have to rely on his skills as a witch to fight off the malevolent presence haunting the hacienda and protect the woman for whom he feels a powerful, forbidden attraction. But even he might not be enough to battle the darkness. Far from a refuge, San Isidro may be Beatriz’s doom.

[noloveforned]

no love for ned is back on the holiday train after ten years! tune into wlur at 8pm tonight for four hours of holiday hits. we'll be rebroadcasting the 2012 holiday show at 8pm followed by two hours of new holiday hits at 10pm. if you miss it tonight, don't fear as they'll both re-air (in reverse order) next friday!

last week was the annual 'best of twenty year ago' show. over the course of four hours we heard from over sixty different records released in 2002. if you enjoyed the show, you can also check out the previous six retrospective shows spotlighting 2001, 2000, 1999, 1998, 1997, 1996 and 1995.

no love for ned on wlur – december 9th, 2022 from 8pm-midnight

artist // track // album // label evil wiener // koo koo // evil wiener presents billy sugarfix's lost gumdrop kingdom // smith level tullycraft // twee // beat surf fun // magic marker dressy bessy // there's a girl // sound go round // kindercore luna // lovedust // romantica // jetset spoon // the way we get by // kill the moonlight // merge the guild league // jet set... go! // private transport // matinée the national splits // afternoon was tight // the national splits // kittridge dear nora // on to september // the new year ep // magic marker darren hanlon // hiccups // hello stranger // candle belle and sebastian // scooby driver // storytelling // matador bikeride // fakin' amnesia // morning macumba // hidden agenda masters of the hemisphere // anything, anything // protest a dark anniversary // kindercore the sinking ships // out of key harmony // out of key harmony // darla track star // feet first // lion destroyed the whole world // better looking esg // it’s not me // step off // soul jazz yo la tengo // nuclear war (version two) // nuclear war ep // matador the blow // jet ski accidents // bonus album // k ugly casanova // things i don't remember // sharpen your teeth // sub pop vermont // ballad of larry bird // calling albany // kindercore matt pond pa // measure three // the green fury // polyvinyl azure ray // the new year // burn and shiver // warm electronic aarktica // nostalgia = distortion // or you could just go through your whole life and be happy anyway (bliss out, volume eighteen) // darla sigur rós // vaka // ( ) // mca múm // green green grass of tunnel // finally we are no one // fat cat the notwist // one with the freaks // neon golden // domino family fodder // tender words // tender words ep // dark beloved cloud flin flon // chicoutimi // chicoutimi ep // teenbeat the capricorns // the new sound // in the zone // paroxysm the apples in stereo // rainfall // velocity of sound // spinart the flaming lips // fight test // yoshimi battles the pink robots // warner bros. of montreal // jennifer louise // aldhils arboretum // kindercore jason anderson // astronaut, astronaut! // something/everything! // k sleater-kinney // oh! // one beat // kill rock stars rhett miller // this is what i do // the instigator // elektra guided by voices // back to the lake // universal truths and cycles // matador elvis costello // forty-five // when i was cruel // island brendan benson // you're quiet // lapalco // startime the arrogants // the distance between us // nobody's cool ep // shelflife cinerama // careless // torino // manifesto saturday looks good to me // diary // love will find you // whistletap acid house kings // sunday morning // mondays are like tuesdays and tuesdays are like wednesdays // labrador the brunettes // holding hands, feeding ducks // holding hands, feeding ducks // lil' chief mirah // cold cold water // advisory committee // k destroyer // this night // this night // merge june panic // see(ing) double // baby’s breadth // secretly canadian doleful lions // surfside motel // out like a lamb // parasol unbunny // swans are fainting // black strawberries // two-ton santa julie doiron // all their broken hearts // heart and crime // jagjaguwar jeffrey lewis // the chelsea hotel oral sex song // the last time i did acid i went insane // rough trade little wings // look at what the light did now // light green leaves // k lambchop // the daily growl // is a woman // merge beck // guess i'm doing fine // sea change // dgc johnny cash // hurt // american iv: the man comes around // american richard buckner // born into giving it up // impasse // overcoat songs: ohia // blue factory flame // didn’t it rain // secretly canadian the mendoza line // the triple bill of shame // lost in revelry // misra okkervil river // westfall // don't fall in love with everyone you see // jagjaguwar the mountain goats // the best ever death metal band in denton // all hail west texas // emperor jones dqe // i'm your girl // i'm your girl // dark beloved cloud swearing at motorists // this flag signals goodbye // this flag signals goodbye // secretly canadian low // in the drugs // trust // kranky

[vampirevatican]

Bedtime in the House of Lamentation

pairing: om! brothers x reader

summary: you have a special sleep speaker that changes colors. they check in on your room when they hear noise at night, but it's not you and they find a lone light glowing their nail color or power

Lucifer - blue/red

classical music, but it's the chill kind... ya know the ones you can fall asleep to

fave songs but piano version

white noise

This was one of the nights he does his rounds of the house. Making sure his brothers, Mammon, weren't out causing trouble for him to deal with later. Being the eldest, when he does these check-ins, he'd just open the door and then leave the bedroom resident to whatever they were doing. He never thoroughly checked a room unless something suspicious was going on, or he's heard rumors regarding the resident and their bedroom.

So when he finally gets to the first floor he notes that there's a faint sound of classical music. He ends up at the front of your door and without a second thought he opens the door and is met with the speaker glowing, music flowing from it and your sleeping form.

It seems you tried to pull an all-nighter. Your phone still in your hand, covers not properly covering you, but sleeping so peacefully. A small smirk appears on his lips as he pulls the covers over you, making sure you don't get a cold, and then leaves the room. Maybe he'd need to get not cursed records and finish work earlier so you can fall asleep together.

Mammon - white/yellow

r&b. look me in the eyes and tell me he's not black. go on, yeah that's what i thought.

jazz... now hear me out, casino things

continuing casino stuff, casino ambience

When hears the faint sound of slot machines in the House of Lamentation he's in a whiplash of excited and confused. Didn't he just leave the casino? And there's no way in west devildom that Lucifer agreed to him wanting a mini casino in the house. So naturally he follows the sound and hopes for the later.

But no, it's coming from... your room?! Quickly opening the door he finds a small speaker emitting a light and your phone, charging, right next to it. "Casino ambience..." he whispers reading the title of the video in your phone screen after getting closer to it.

Awww his human missed him, well it's only right that he adds to this bedtime immersion by slipping into bed with you. Crawling into the bed with you, holding you close, he notices you almost stir awake and the small smile on your face. Damn, could you possibly be any cuter right now?! He rubs your back and soothes you back into your deep sleep and soon drifts off as well.

Leviathan - purple/orange

gamer lets plays are playing through the speaker

or maybe a game ost that has sleepy/chill vibes

acnh w/ rain background anyone?

He had left his room for a food break between gaming. He had a few raids and team rounds to do, but right now refueling was more important. That's when he hears something near the kitchen. Putting down his cup noodles he follows the sound and finds it coming from your room.

There was a faint light glowing from the crack in the door and it wasn't the usual bright yellow from the lanterns and fairy lights in the room. Pressing his ear to the door he recognizes the music being one of your cozy games. Gaining no answer from knocking on your door, or calling out to you, he opens the door and instantly covers his mouth. 'Oh my gosh they're so cute! WAIT NO THIS IS CREEP BEHAVIOR!! but...' He practically tip toes into your room and sees the speaker.

Doing a double take he leaves your room as quickly and quietly as possible... after a picture of you with the speaker's light on you first though... you're just too pretty and it's too heart-warming to know when you don't or cant sleep in his room, because you can't sleep, this is how you remedy it.

satan - green

cat radio... no really cat fm

or maybe r/no sleep, r/aita, r/dndhorrorstories, buzzfeeds are you scared

book readings

He's used to you falling asleep while reading to you, or when you'd spend time with him just to fall asleep on his lap waiting for him to finish his books. And yes he'd go cat watching with you. Even plotting to adopt a few if you both ever got the okay from Lucifer. Though he wouldn't have guessed things like that extend to you getting a good night's rest.

This particular night he was entranced by a book in the library when he heard... meowing? Though it wasn't normal meows, it was to the tune of some song. He knows that cats are known to sing sometimes but since when did either of you sneak one into the house? Following the sound he soon realizes that it's some kind of recording because what's next is a narration of a book he's read before.

Noticing the green glow from under the door he decides to check in on you and sees you knocked out. The sound of a narrator, close to his tone of voice, reading you a story as you dreamt away. He couldn't help but smile as a warm feeling took over his heart. To think you needed to hear him, or someone like him, read stories for you to properly sleep was too sweet to bare. He quietly closes the door and heads off to bed for the night.

asmo - pink

meditation or ocean sounds

true crime, makeup or both

honestly smthn that'd be trendy and recommended for sleep

First of all, he didn't expect for you to go to bed so early. Usually he's the one with an early bedtime but tonight was an exception. There was a party he was invited to and he couldn't just ignore his adoring fans.

So when he came back and heard a sleep meditation coming from your room, his curiosity gets the better of him. He decides to take a peek into your room and has to hold back a squeal over how you look sleeping. When it comes to beauty only you could rival him, and this even counts when you're sleeping!

His eyes follow where the faint pink glow is coming from and surprise! it's your little speaker. He can't help admire you and be glad you took up one of his trends. You really do care! Of course he does his bedtime routine and then cuddles up in bed with you. The pink mood lighting and how peaceful it is was just too hard to resist.

beel - red/orange

lullaby music, or 80's rock songs in music box style

podcast

snoring sounds

Beel is known for his late night kitchen rummages. Infact he got used to you not stopping him but helping by joining in or just keeping him company, you'd rarely scold him for his late night rampages. Though tonight you were no where to be found.

When he first passed by your bedroom it was relatively quiet, so he figured you were asleep. Not being able to eat how he usually would, concerned over your absence, he took only a couple snacks and checked on your room again before going back to his.

This time he notices a music box playing and a light coming from under the door. He peeks through a crack in the door he makes from opening it a little, and notices you sleeping. He smiles warmly and the grin becomes bigger when he sees where the light and sound is coming from. You and Belphie slept the same, covered with blankets and surrounded by pillows. It was endearing and he couldn't help but curl up in your room that night with his snacks.

belphie - purple/teal

fave songs but it's in music box style

asmr, and it's like a muffled city, keyboard typing, or rainy day, with music from another room

lofi

Being the Avatar of Sloth, he didn't have to go to you room to see how you were sleeping. Though you did peak his curiosity a little when he heard lofi music coming from your room. Surely you couldn't be so diligent, or a nerd, that you'd be studying at this time of night. Turns out his suspicion was correct, you weren't studying.

He was currently a by-stander of your dreams tonight and he takes note of how he appears in them. It wasn't like he was fully in your dream, no dream self to speak of, but instead things you associated with him.

Taking his powers a bit further he astral projects and finds himself right by your bed. A glow of light seems to pass through his spirit form and looking over he finds where it's coming from, along with what's making your dreams what they are. Smiling a little he looks over at your sleeping form, a bit of your face peeking out from the mass of covers, and notices that you're smiling too. "Cute." He whispers and decides to insert himself into your dreams. You wanted him so bad then fine, he'll be there.

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Summary:  Down in the Third Rail, Nova wants to buy a drink while her ghoulfriend, NoOne, just wants to relax, and the mayor makes his entrance.

Written for Discord Server Prompt.

Nova hopped onto the bar stool and stared at the Mr. Handy wearing a bowler hat passing out drinks down at the other end of the counter. As he hovered back, Nova pressed her elbows on the counter, cupped her chin and batted her lashes. The Handy eyed her. He had a few stickers in red, white, and blue stuck to him. Or were they magnets. Oooo maybe they sold those too?

“You gonna buy something, or sit there taking up space, Ma’am?”

Nova grinned, refocusing on the Handy’s trio of eyestalks. “Got any whiiiisky?” She asked, letting her dangling feet kick the counter and her stool’s legs.

“Sorry,” he said, in his condescending tone, “fresh out.”

She squinted at him as she stuck out her lower lip. “Pleaaaaaaase~” she  fluttered her lashes again. When he didn’t make a move she huffed, “fiiine. What about some Stout stuff.”

A dark blue bottle appeared in front of her. “Twelve caps.”

She slapped eleven down and popped the one off her bottle. “Thaaaank youuuuu~” she sang before sliding off her chair and scurrying off close to the stage. A ghoul wearing a dusty cowboy hat raised her head as Nova took the open spot next to her.

She clicked her tongue as Nova tapped her bottle against the ghoul’s. “Charlie not sellin’ ya whiskey?” She guessed as Nova pulled her bottle close.

Nova sighed loudly. “Nooooo,” she took a swig of her drink and swished it in her mouth before swallowing, “eh, not the saaaame, NoOne.”

NoOne rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. “Not my fault you’re a hazard to society when ya drink too much.” She took a sip of her own drink, a nuka cola and rum. Something else Nova was forbidden to drink in present location. “You’ll burn right through ‘em if yain’t careful, Matches.”

Nova’s lower lip quivered.

“No,” NoOne sighed loudly, “now hush, Mags is gonna sing something.”

Nova leaned on the table to rest her chin right as Magnolia in her flashy, sequin scarlet dress took to the stage. Nova perked up as the band started to play a nice jazz number and Magnolia’s voice cut through the chattering room. NoOne leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes as Nova placed her chin on her hands. Nova’s body swayed to the music as she hummed to the music. She turned to NoOne and grinned.

“Dance?” Nova asked, reaching over to grab NoOne’s hand.

One of NoOne’s eyes opened. She hummed. “You dance?”

Nova scoffed. “Of course!” She rolled her eyes, “We danced last week!”

NoOne snorted. “Fair.” She grunted as she sat up while Nova scurried to NoOne’s side as she stood. “How much didja drink?"

Nova blinked and puffed her cheeks. “Only like a couple sips.”

NoOne took a quick swig of her nuka cola and rum and sat it on the table. “Just checkin’.” Nova grabbed NoOne’s hands and dragged her to the open area before NoOne could protest too much.

Hand in hand they pushed and pulled each other. Nova beamed up at NoOne, not caring one bit that eyes were suddenly focusing on them. A couple steps and Nova spun. They pressed together as Nova laughed. She loved being spun. NoOne’s hand squeezed Nova’s shoulder as Nova pressed her hand on NoOne’s back. Their hands clasped together as they dipped with the rhythm. They broke apart and pulled together, side by side. NoOne smirked at Nova, her eyes sparkling against the neon.

They continued their dance, feet narrowly missing each other as the rhythm took them. NoOne chuckled, breathless, as she was dipped, her hand reactively holding onto her hat before gravity took it. Nova beamed as the Magnolia’s song ended and some folks who’d be watching, whistled in approval.

Nova helped NoOne back to her feet just as a familiar bright red frock came into view, clapping with the rest of the crowd.

“Not bad sweetheart,” Hancock laughed as he approached them, “not bad.” NoOne scoffed, her previous smile nonexistent as Hancock high fived Nova.

“And what’s our ‘good’ mayor doing round here?” NoOne said, idly placing her hands on her hips.

Hancock grinned at her as he leaned against the bar. “Ey Charlie, get everyone here a round on me.”

The Mr. Handy scoffed, but muttered an “Of course.” As he hovered over to the closest crowd at the bar, eagerly waiting for a refill.

Nova gasped. “Oooo! Can I have-“

Hancock pushed off the counter, his face turned serious as he nodded to their table. NoOne shot him a surprise look as she hooked arms with Nova, who started to pout, realizing nobody here was going to allow her to drink her whiskey. Hancock tilted his hat at Magnolia, signalling her to start up a new song as the trio hunkered down in their spots near the stage.

Hancock grabbed the stout bottle and swirled it. Nova huffed. “That’s mine.”

“Sorry Sister,” he said as he took a swig, “but you know the rules.”

She crossed her arms and stuck out her lower lip. “Y'all are rude.”

NoOne sniffed her drink and ran her finger on the rim before gently tasting it. Hm. Nothing. She took a last swig of her drink and sat her empty bottle back on the table. “Rather be rude than crispy, Matchstick.” She said, gently kicking the toe of her boot against Nova’s leg.

Nova sighed loudly as she, dramatically as possible, laid her cheek on the table. “I’ll burn it off…” she mumbled.

“Go get a nuka,” Hancock gestured to the bar with his head, “on the house.”

Nova laid there, frowning as she weighed her options before rolling off the table and lading perfectly on her feet. “Fine.” She crossed her arms, “but you still owe me.” She stuck her nose in the air and marched off while NoOne turned her attention to Hancock.

“So,” NoOne said, leaning on the table and pushing her empty bottle to the side, “what’s the good ol’ mayor doing busying himself with us locals and throwing caps at gettin’ everyone drunk?”

Hancock smirked against the mouth of his bottle. “Word on the street is ah…” he leaned towards her, voice lowering so not even Magnolia could hear him above her own voice, “you recently made a trip to a brewery.” He placed the stout bottle on the table and turned the label towards her.

NoOne grimaced. “Yes. That place was crawling with raiders. Very flammable. Your point?”

Hancock tapped the bottle. “Our favorite little flame mentioned something about a recipe…”

NoOne groaned and rubbed her face. “Of course she did.”

“Of course I did what?” Nova asked, taking a long swig of her Nuka Cola. She grinned as they stared at her like a radstag caught in a headlamp. “Didja know that alcohol can burn like 3 thousand degrees.” She nodded to herself as she sat down between them, “Very hot.”

Hancock snorted as NoOne shook her head. “No? Ya don’t say.” Hancock tapped the stout bottle against Nova’s Nuka Cola, “That is mighty hot.” NoOne tipped her empty bottle before either of them could tap it.

Nova nodded sagely, as she tapped the bottom of her bottle against the empty one, sending it spinning on the table. “Yep, though not nearly as hot as either of you.” She fluttered her lashes.

NoOne sighed and turned away as Hancock laughed. “Laying it on mighty thick today, Sister.”

NoOne cleared her throat and gave Nova a pointed look. “What do you want, Matchstick?”

Nova scooted her chair a bit closer to NoOne and leaned on the table. Her deep brown eyes staring deeper into the blackened abyss. “Dance with meeeeeee .” She stuck out her lower lip and fluttered her lashes again. “Pleaaaaaaase~”

Hancock gestured to Nova while giving NoOne a mischievous grin. “If you won’t, I wouldn’t mind giving our lady a dance.”

Nova gasped and bounced in her chair as she spun towards him. “ Really!? ”

Hancock nodded. “Course I would Sweetheart~”

NoOne frowned at Hancock as she grabbed Nova’s free hand. “Uh, no. I see what you both are doing and I hate both of you.”

Hancock shrugged his shoulders as Nova chugged the rest of her bottle. “Whatever do you mean?”

NoOne narrowed her eyes at him as Nova slammed her now empty bottle onto the table. “You manipulative little-“ Nova tugged NoOne down a little to plant a big wet kiss on her cheek. The rest of NoOne’s words died in her mouth.

“You loooove uuuuuus~” Nova sang and beamed at NoOne with pride while Hancock gave Nova a low-five.

NoOne grumbled under her breath as Nova tugged her to her feet. “C’moooon~ Another dance before Mags takes a breaaaaaaak.”

Hancock leaned back in his chair and raised the bottle towards them as NoOne was dragged to the dance floor. “Another time then.” He said to himself as Magnolia shot him an amused look, still singing and watching her crowd.

Nova held NoOne’s hands in hers and they once again began their dance, gently pushing and pulling each other as they found the rhythm to Magnolia’s next song. They laughed and spun, dipped and swayed, unaware of anyone else in the room. Hancock smiled to himself, drinking the remains of the Stout he took. He rolled his shoulders and adjusted his signature tricorn hat as he stood and slowly made his way towards the exit.

They’ll come find him when they’re done.

They always do.

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Lover Boy - Taehyung

(A/N: Early bday present for Tae! this is filthy. You're welcome? I'm sorry?)

WARNING: This is a sampler plate of porn- the true charcoochie board. Impreg kink, buttplay, fingering, oral sex, full on V's p in a v. Sorry if I missed anything!

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"Are you gonna give me what I want tonight?"

You felt Taehyung's lips hover above the shell of your ear, butterflies in your stomach fluttering uncontrollably. He had his hand wrapped around your waist from behind, palm pressed flat on your belly possessively. Without saying anything, you moved closer to him so that your body was pressed flat against his, backside pushing into the lap of his pants, his hips unconsciously bucking onto you.

"You know what I'm asking for, don't you?" He asked again, the tip of his nose nudging you softly.

It wasn't a secret that Tae wanted a family with you.

He spoke of it constantly using 'when' instead of 'if'. Knocking you up was just about all he could think of when he was buried in you, wanting to forego the protection, cum inside of you, and watch it drip out. He wanted to finger fuck it out of you then push it back in. Wanted to do the filthiest, nastiest things to you when he had you under him. You enjoyed it, unabashedly wanting the same.

It was his birthday and all he wanted to do was spend the day buried in you. But you had to resist- there were things to do first, friends to see, parents to call. You had to be the voice of reason for once, pushing him to follow through on plans he had committed to already.

"Depends," You pondered, "How long have we been here?"

Taehyung groaned in annoyance behind you, pulling his watch up to your shoulder so that he could check the time from behind your shoulder. You laughed, scanning the room. His friends had thrown a party for him, stuffed the room with his favorite food, the best wine, a jazz band- it was the sweetest gesture and you were hell bent on making sure he appreciated it.

"An hour and a half, isn't that long enough?" He whined, tightening his arm around you.

"Just a little while longer, we haven't even danced yet," You insisted.

"But I'm 27- officially old enough to be a father and I wanna put a baby in you- wanna give you a son." He said darkly, mouth pressing insistent kissed into the back of your neck.

You felt a shutter run down your spine, caught off guard by his brashness. It felt like someone turned the heat up by 20 degrees, your breathing suddenly labored. He noticed your body stiffen slightly with sexual tension and laughed, loosening his grip around you for a moment before you made a noise of discontentment and pushed yourself back against him tighter, wanting him close.

"What if it's a girl?" You mumbled, turning so that you were facing him. He hugged you, smirking at you down the slope of his nose. You fucking loved his nose, hoped that your babies would inherit it along with everything else about the man holding you.

"I want both- either, all. I want it all, with you. I want the kids and the stupid mini van and I wanna teach them how to sing and you'll teach them how to do math since I'm no good at it." He listed. "They'll be kind and gorgeous like their mom and we'll be a family."

You forgot you were in public for a moment, smiling at him and imagining your life together as he painted it. It would happen, eventually. For now, it was fun to think about.

"So can we go home and get started on trying?" He asked anxiously, raising his eyebrows.

You only lasted twenty more minutes before pulling him away, tired of resisting his suggestive touches and heated looks. By the time you had gotten to the car, you had to physically stop yourself from climbing into his lap, settling on kissing his neck instead. It was his turn to use restraint, reminding you of the driving hazard your lips on him posed.

But eventually, you made it home and there you were, splayed open for him on the bed you shared. Your legs were parted wide for him, hair fanned out around your hair as he touched you with a possessive nature. He worked fast, peeling your underwear off quickly and throwing it to the side, on top of the dress that had already been shed from your body and now laid in a puddle halfway across the room.

Taehyung pulled your pussy folds open with both hands, tips of his fingers wiggling against your weeping hole to tease you before spitting onto the hot skin, watching it drip into you with a pleased look on his face. "Can't wait until I fill this with my cum," He mumbled, sinking two fingers into you immediately.

He had heart eyes looking at your arousal on his fingers, rubbing it between the pads of his fingertips and stretching it. You laughed at his fascination with your pussy, only getting wetter when he licked the clear fluid from his hands and sunk them back into you for more.

The way he looks at your pussy reminds you why you wanted to have his babies. He stares at you like you're a work of art, treats you like one too. He fingers you with a precision and an attention to detail that never ceases to surprise you, maintaining a firm pattern in and out with his long fingers while the other hand takes turns flicking and rubbing at your clit.

"I love the way you touch me," You gasped, feeling him crook a finger inside of you and push against the right spot at the exact right angle. Your hips bucked up into his hand reactively, lifting completely off the bed for more. Taehyung hummed in response, eyes locked on the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and clung to him.

"Your pussy deserves to be worshiped," He quipped, smirking when you whined as his fingers scissored inside of you, pushing at your walls. His pointer finger and middle finger stayed buried in you, ring finger massaging your perineum, pinky drawing closer and closer to your asshole, tracing over the area without much pressure. He spread your wetness there, collecting your slick as it beaded up and ran down his hand and spreading it over your rosebud.

He took advantage of every source of pleasure your body had, wanting to bend all of them to his will and give you the most intense high. You had been shy about letting him touch your ass in the beginning but something about his thirst for you made things feel more comfortable. That was Taehyung, obsessed with you and every inch of your body.

You felt your entire body burn, hands cupping your breasts and pulling at your sensitive nipples as Tae continued his ministrations. He pushed on, following the wave of your hips. Your pussy tightened around his fingers and he picked up the pace, being more forceful on your clit as his pinky began to push into your puckered hole teasingly, sinking only up to his first knuckle.

"Gonna cum-" You gasped, voice sounding broken and weak. You couldn't stop the shattered moan falling from your lips, entirely overwhelmed.

"Give it to me," He ordered, forearm flexing. "Cum around my fingers for me, now."

He slammed his hand into you, penetrating both holes at once completely and sending you into a spiral, orgasm rolling through your body. You moaned loudly at the lewdness, liking it dirty and raw. He finger fucked you roughly, knowing you could take it as you rode out your orgasm.

You pulled him over you, wanting his lips on yours. He kissed you messily, still fully clothed as you hooked a leg over his hips and pushed him into you. His hand pulled out of you, wrapping around the back of your thigh. You moaned into his mouth, feeling your arousal smear against your own skin as his fingers dug into your flesh. His other hand gripped your jaw, holding you firmly as his tongue clashed against yours. You dragged a hand down his back, grasping at his backside.

"Baby," He gasped, pulling away from you for a moment, "I'm so hard."

"Did making me cum turn you on?" You asked, lightly mocking tone sending a blush across his cheeks. He nodded silently, biting down on your bottom lip.

"You look so sexy when you cum," He mumbled, "I love you like this, legs spread wide open for me. So slutty because your mine and you want me to make you feel good. Your pussy's gonna be the death of me."

"Don't talk about death when you're trying to put a baby in me- it's your birthday and I'm the one getting fawned over," You gasped, suddenly pushing the waist of his pants down as fast as you could.

He shook his head and lifted himself off of you, helping you in shedding his clothes. His nimble fingers flicked his belt undone, unzipping the fly before pushing them off with ease. His shirt was next, unbuttoning it slowly while maintaining heated eye contact with you, "I like it this way. I like focusing on you first- making sure you're soaking wet so that by the time I put my cock in you, you're ready. I can never think straight when I'm inside of you, you know that. This way I don't have to worry about being too rough with you."

"I like it rough," You breathed out shakily, sitting up so that he was standing at the edge of your bed between your legs. You were greeted with his dick inches away from your lips, red and throbbing. He wasn't lying, he was so hard, cock head leaking precum freely.

You licked a kittenish stripe up from his balls to the tip, wrapping a hand around the base as you sunk down on his dick. Taehyung's hand flew to your head, fingers carding through your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He thrust into your mouth gently, staring down at you with stars in his eyes.

"Gonna fuck you so hard," He sighed, using your mouth like a toy. You moaned around him, closing your eyes and relaxing your jaw as your lips stretched around his girth. He angled his hips up into your mouth, filling you up, and watching the spit drool down your chin. "So fucking pretty with your lips around my cock. So perfect- you're always so pretty. You're gonna look even better sitting on my cock."

You whined when he pulled out sharply, coughing slightly as he manhandled you so that you were pushed back onto your back, legs suddenly in the air. You rested your ankles on his shoulders, back arching into the stretch as he pushed his cock into you. Taehyung was nothing if not smooth, bending you in half on one quick motion so that he could kiss you better, hands smoothing your hair back on either side so that he was cradling your head.

"Say you're mine- tell me you'll be mine forever," He grunted, voice stripped raw.

The way he was fucking you was in complete opposition to his words, rough and erratic. His hips only got more frantic, slamming into you with a force that had your body shaking. You moaned against his mouth, feeling completely connected to him. You kissed down his jawline, mouthing at the column of his throat, tongue laving over his adam's apple. You felt it vibrate when he groaned, cock twitching inside of you.

"I'm yours, I want you forever," You moaned against his skin, "I want to have your babies, I want you."

Your breasts pushed into his chest, nipples rubbing against him with a pleasing friction. He pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was still buried in you, staring into your eyes with a focus that only made things feel more intense, "You like when I fuck you like this, don't you?" He smirked, making you blush.

You felt like he was breaking a proverbial fourth wall, calling you out on your own kink. You whimpered, wanting him buried in you to the hilt again. You nodded slightly, too overwhelmed to speak.

"You like when I fuck you raw? When I tell you I'm gonna put a baby in you?" He mocked cockily, "You like when I fill you up with cum?"

"Love it," You gasped, feeling his hips slam into you hashly. You both moaned in unison, bodies pulling and pushing against each other. He drills into you, beginning to fuck you in earnest now. He let your legs fall from his shoulders to his waist, keeping a close grip on your thighs as you wrapped them around his hips, hooking your ankles together to press him closer. Your fingernails trailed raised marks up his back to his neck, burying into his hair to push his face into the crook of your neck. You liked the feeling of his lips against your skin, breath washing over you soothingly.

"I'm almost there- gonna cum," he urged, barely recognizing his own voice at this point. you nodded but didn't say anything, his hips shuddering as your pussy spasmed around him. He came with your name of his lips and a bruising hold on your body, a warm feeling spreading through your pussy as he filled you with cum. Taehyung looked like he was in a haze, body collapsing against yours with unfocused eyes with a glassy look to them. His hips slowed, the sound of the mess between your legs filling the air.

"So fucking good," He moaned weakly, face buried in your chest. He didn't pull out for awhile, only when you started squirming uncomfortably underneath him. He tsked at you, finally sitting up, "You're letting it leak out, I can feel it around my cock."

"Well you're heavy," You pouted up at him, finally able to catch your breath.

He lifted your legs up, propping a pillow under your lower back so that your hips were tilted upwards. He looked like a mess, lips bitten raw, red marks left by your mouth littering his neck and jawline. Taehyung's hair was a disaster, dark waves defying gravity in parts and slicked down with sweat in others. He looked well fucked, all thanks to you. You stared up at him in confusion, too worn out to verbally question his strange positioning of your body.

"Can't let any go to waste," He said softly, crossing your legs at the ankle and setting them on one of his shoulders. "Just lay here for a second and pray."

"For a girl or boy?" You mused, stretching your arms behind your head. You'd fall asleep like this if he didn't let you up to shower in a moment but didn't resist, knowing how important this was for him.

"If we're lucky, maybe you'll have twins!" Taehyung said gleefully, grinning in his boxy smile down at you.

You let out a loud laugh, ignoring when he hissed, squeezing your thighs closer together to prevent anymore of his cum from spilling out, "Keep dreaming lover boy," You said sarcastically, praying that no matter what, you'd always be this happy with Taehyung.

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Established Relationship Fluff !! | Suggestive? | Part 2: Hands To Yourself

Dancing in the dark, with you between my arms.

Let’s use your house for a party, he said.

It’ll be a good opportunity to blow off some steam, he said.

It’ll be fun, he said.

Remind Daryl to never to agree to anything Rick asks for at least another month.

Groaning silently, he shifts in his seat tucked cozily next to the fireplace, feeling much too unwelcome in his own home as his fingers fiddle the bottleneck of the beer he’s nursing. Soft jazz flows through the old record player he had lugged from some house four down from the left, and it’s barely quieted down from when he was standing next to it. There’s saxophone and piano in the song, maybe some trombone too and a trumpet every now and then, but his knowledge of instruments extends only to the guitars used by the rock stars Merle would listen to. Voices from the people talking in front of him drone on and on about their past lives - wild parties from their university days, graduating summa cum laude only to work a 9 to 5 - but they amalgamate with the music sooner than later.

Daryl’s bored shitless. And uncomfortable, too.

He should have said no.

A small glimmer of joy flashes through his cloud of annoyance as you laugh at something Maggie says. Glenn is at her side, arm slung lazily across her waist as he leans his weight on the wall behind them and huffs something in denial, letting out a dejected sigh at her teasing. Daryl, however, pays zero attention to them as his free hand draws small figures onto your thigh, absentminded as he seeks an escape from the situation he had agreed to put himself in.

The chair Daryl’s sitting on - well, the both of you are sitting on - is something of a loveseat; an unneeded piece of furniture from Carol’s house which she gifted to him when news broke out in your tight-knit group that the two of you finally got together. It’s nice, a begrudging favourite of his since he swears his ass had never sat on anything so soft in his life, but there was another reason, too.

It’s spacious. Big enough for the two of you to fold up into each other and spend nights cuddling in front of the fireplace, reading anything the two of you could get your hands on. It was those nights he found himself drifting to on long recruits - boring, long-winded novels lining the bookshelves of your home only ever sounding good when you read them to him. Truth be told, he had come to the conclusion long ago that you could make anything sound good; no matter if it was Hemingway or Steinbeck.

Back against one of the armrests, you shift your legs under the blanket Daryl had draped over you as your dominant hand works its way under. His fingers are warm when you link yours with his and you turn your head just slightly to offer him a small smile before redirecting your attention to the couple of people who had just joined the conversation. As much as he had hated how soft you made him prior to the two of you becoming a thing, now that he could call himself yours, he found that he actually didn’t really mind it all that much.

His eyes never leave your face even when you turn away, gazing at you like you had just hung the stars in the sky. 

You adjust your position, wiggling a little in his grasp and the warmth of your legs on his makes him feel slightly better as he remembers all the other times you’ve draped yourself over him. Merle would have called him whipped, and maybe he was, but he didn’t care; he would gladly gorge himself on anything that took away from his desire to sink into the damn loveseat and disappear from his own home. In an odd way, feeling you so near him - in his lap with the cotton providing enough privacy and comfort for the both of you to allow yourselves into this position - just felt right.

It feels just as right as when he wakes up next to you in the morning, and he loves it, scooting you closer as the two of you watch more people file in. The clock on the wall continues to tick along, barely audible over the sounds of the vinyl record and Daryl groans quietly when his eyes flick over to it.

40 minutes.

It’s only been 40 minutes.

“... Isn’t that right?”

Your voice breaks him out of his daze and he grunts in acknowledgment, attempting to cover up the fact he’s much too caught up in his own thoughts as his other hand now falls to the back of your dress. It’s one he’s seen a few times - once on the night of Deanna’s party, once at a large bonfire that ‘boosted community morale’ or some shit, and once upon request just so he could take it off you later that night. He knows it’s the only one you have and, secretly, he enjoys that fact, thinking to himself that maybe parties weren’t all that bad if he got to see you like this. Sure, maybe he likes the way it hugs your body a little more than he should, but to not splay his hand across that window of tantalizing skin afforded to him would just be a damn shame.

Fuck, now he had another reason for wanting this stupid party over.

The conversation continues on and he picks up some talk about a lake and maybe taking a group out to fish before the dots connect in his brain. The two of you had stumbled across a little creek out in the woods during one of the hunting trips together and Rick must have spread the word about it when Daryl told him. He shifts you in his lap for a second before pulling his hand out of the blanket and grabbing the beer he’d place on the small table next to him, taking a generous swig of the liquid before offering it to you. Shaking your head in response, you lean in towards him, voice hushed so that the people around you don’t hear, and he feels the breath of your words fan across the side of his cheek.

“You’re not even gonna try and hide it?”

He sputters, jostling you slightly and nearly spitting out his beer at the thought you had somehow read all the less-than-innocent thoughts reeling through his mind like a greatest hits CD. Pulling his head back, Daryl raises an eyebrow at you in hopes you’ll fall for his innocent act, and he finds himself holding his breath until he hears you speak.

“You’re bored, aren’t you? It’s written all over your face.”

A sympathetic smile worms its way onto your face and a rush of relief washes over him before you grasp his thigh, squeezing it underneath the blanket in an attempt to cheer him up.

“Jus’ wish we were alone, tha’s all. Y’know, without everyone… around.”

Shrugging nonchalantly, he takes another swig of his beer before placing it back onto the small table and his hand seeks yours. The cotton is a poor substitute for the warmth of your skin, but Daryl reciprocates the squeeze nonetheless, the action enough to make you know you were right. He was never one for parties, never went to one if it was avoidable and there was no doubt in your mind about that fact, but his respect for Rick’s ambitions towards Alexandria outweighed his personal strife.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

There’s something about the way you look at him when you say those words that makes his heart stutter. You’re looking at him like he’s the only damn thing in the world, and he’s starting to forget about everyone around him. It’s powerful; you’re powerful. Shit, did you put him under some spell? Nobody’s ever cared so much about him and it makes him feel special - it makes him feel like his love for you could eclipse the damn sun.

“Can’t exactly do nothin’ about it.”

Humming at his confession, you smile and take his free hand in both of yours, bringing his knuckles to your lips and wishing you could lean in to kiss him instead, but he was right, there were people around. There were far too many to feel comfortable doing something as intimate as that, and part of you felt selfish for wanting them to leave. Shifting in his lap, an idea springs into your head and you wait for a good chunk of the Alexandrians to disperse from the fireplace before you toss your legs over him and onto the floor.

Immediately, his hand goes to grab at your waist, the warmth of him on either side of you making you grin even wider than you were when your figurative lightbulb popped on. The blanket is still in your grasp as you hop up, hiding the fact your dress rides up for just a second from everyone except Daryl who’s seated directly behind you. He chokes on nothing when he sees the black boxer briefs he’d leant to you as safety shorts before you spin around and extend your hand. It’s so soft, he knows it is, and you’re so inviting. Who was he to deny you?

“I think I can do something about it.”

Slotting his hand in yours, he shakes his bangs into his face in an effort to hide his blush while his mind wanders about the true meaning of your words. Nobody really pays mind to the two of you as you walk with him in your grasp - this was your house after all - and expertly, he’s weaved through the sea of people as you wave on the off chance you’ve both bumped into someone who cared enough to acknowledge your presence. It was stupid of him to think you would both make it to wherever it was you wanted to take him completely ignored. Of course they would wave at you. You always were so much more likable than he was.

Each step up the stairs clams up his hands and he swallows his spit in anticipation, but his curiosity overtakes him when you bring him to one of the spare rooms he’d never been in. The two of you had only gotten the house recently, and he had been on recruitment since then. Even though this was his home, Daryl’s knowledge of it extended little past the bedroom he shared with you and the first floor.

Dragging open the door with your free hand, you huff in triumph when you find that it’s empty. The kids had run off somewhere else to play board games or read comics, and it seems like they had conveniently missed this room, hearing their excited shouts of victories and losses from a few rooms down. You couldn’t blame them since, to anyone else, the door looked out of place - a hallway closet perhaps, one full of towels and laundry detergent, not a room that rivaled yours in square feet.

There’s a bed up against the far wall that’s fitted over in an almost laughably bright race-car red, and he flusters when he feels you let go of his hand to lock the door, nearly jittering at the thought of why you’ve stolen him away and brought him here. Here where you’ve locked the door, prying eyes unable to sneak glimpses of whatever is to transpire. Here where you're both essentially isolated from the world outside, humans and walkers alike.

Here where you’re both alone.

Gulping, he watches you as you grasp his hand again, kicking off your worn sneakers and leaving them at the door before he follows suit. There’s a slight tickle at his feet from the fur of the carpet, but his attention is solely focused on you, seeming to float along the ground as you walk him closer and closer to the center of the large room. Closer and closer to the damn twin bed which lies just a few more feet away. It’s small, smaller than the queen size the two of you share, but it’s big enough for him to just lay you down and blanket your body with his. Jesus Christ, is this going where he wants it to go?

But then the unmistakable laugh of one of the children seeps in through the walls and panic washes over him, the true implications of what’s been running in his mind coming to the surface. The house was big - bigger than any he’s ever been in before, which wasn’t a hard feat considering he’d only ever crashed in houses that reminded him of his childhood - but the walls weren’t soundproof. You could both hear them, which means there was a more-than-likely possibility they would hear you, too. Daryl was never one to toot his own horn, but if his memory served him correct, they would most definitely hear you.

Pulling you back flush against his chest, he shakes the bangs from his face and looks down at you, eyes almost dejected as he nibbles his lip anxiously through his words.

“We- we can’t- we- I- they could hear us.”

A hum of confusion escapes you as your brows raise, trying to figure out what exactly he meant. When Daryl realizes his misinterpretation, his eyes widen almost comically and he can’t meet yours in fear that he’s just embarrassed himself to a new end. Shit, he was so goddamn stupid - his stupid, stupid brain just couldn’t fucking control itself around you. As if you would ever risk doing something so intimate with people just downstairs and down the hall.

He swallows hard, mouth pulling into a thin line as his spit creates some kind of plug in his throat from how ashamed he is. You’re just looking at him, questioning him and waiting for an answer that never comes because he’s too busy chastising himself about just how stupid he really was. Unable to meet your gaze, he stares at the wall the twin bed is pushed up against and you follow his eye line, suppressing a laugh from bubbling up your chest when you connect the dots.

“What exactly are you thinking, Daryl Dixon?”

Something in your voice tells him he doesn’t need to answer your question, and he mutters a quick ‘shut up’, glaring at you with no legitimate ill-intent as he scrunches his nose for a second. Laughing freely, you pull yourself off of his chest and bring him to the center of the room before you let go of his hand. The jazz music still plays from downstairs and he watches mesmerized as you spin around him, the dress you’re wearing fanning out from your torso almost hypnotizing. He’s sure he’s slack-jawed as he stares openly at the way you’re moving, but you look so carefree and so damn beautiful with the first tricklings of moonlight streaming in that it makes his heart hurt.

“Don’t you wanna dance with somebody?”

Grasping his hand, you pull far from him until both of your arms are straight from where he connects to you, and he chuckles when he realizes this is probably a poor imitation of something you saw in a movie. He wasn’t a dancer, his stiff body is a testament to that fact, but there’s something about the way you’re smiling at him and the way he swears your eyes are sparkling that makes him want to do anything he can to keep that expression on your face. At least in the confines of this locked room, he feels a comfort he can’t explain. Just with you, it feels like his whole being has found a home to return to.

Your moves are much more graceful than his, but still, you stumble over yourself and he catches you, strong arms grasping at either side of your waist and pulling your back into his chest. Eager fingers find their way onto your stomach, splaying over with a tenderness that makes butterflies erupt underneath his touch and you rest your head against his shoulder. Leaning down, he kisses the rise of your cheekbone, a small smile plastered on his face when he hears you giggle and he sways you from side to side. It’s not nearly as impressive as you spinning around him moments ago, but he loves it just as much.

“Don’t you wanna feel the heat with somebody?”

Twirling around, you push your chest up to his and run your touch up both of his arms. The flannel of his black button-up is softer than you imagine and it causes a smile to seep through your words. It shouldn’t affect Daryl as much as it does, he can barely feel the warmth of your hand over his shirt, but a silent groan drops from his lips anyways, no doubt from the coupling of sensations and the way your voice drags deliciously against each syllable. He seeks your lips again, only for you to turn your head from his at the last moment and wrap the nape of his neck in the crooks of your elbows. Childlike, he pouts before he feels the breath of your words against his ear when you pull him down, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t you wanna dance with somebody?”

You have to know what you’re doing, don’t you? His body moves on its own accord when you tug him to you, the carpet becoming a furnished ballroom wood floor under the pairs of socks gliding across, laughter bouncing off the walls in this little bubble of intimacy he never wants to leave. Each sway and step makes Daryl’s smile grow even wider, forgetting about the people downstairs and the handful of teenagers just down the hall. You always did this to him - made warmth overflow in his chest, made him submit to all your whims in a heartbeat. He was whipped, wasn’t he? Real damn whipped - but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A yelp escapes your throat when, in the haze of twirling and innocent wonderment, your calves hit the race-car red blankets and you fall back onto the bed, your fingers digging into his forearms as you brace for impact. Shit, did the room get smaller or did you just forget how far Daryl had swayed you? He joins you not long after, dragged down by your grip as he crashes onto your body, pushing out the air from your lungs with a muffled grunt before you both laugh exasperated.

“Don’t remember dancin’ bein’ this fun.”

He rolls off you and to your left, his voice making you turn your head to his, and you catch a sliver of amused teeth before he faces you too, eyes softening the instant they meet yours. Giggling, you scoot closer to him and turn your body to the side, planting a kiss on his lips that he reciprocates by imitating your actions, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and feeling so damn relaxed despite the fact he’s pretty sure he would fall off the tiny mattress if he moved even an inch.

To hell with the party going on downstairs. Anything that took him away from this is nothing but a nuisance.

“It’s fun when you do it with somebody who loves you.”

There’s a twinge of melody at the end of your sentence when you pull your face away, eyes crinkling with a happiness that makes his heart soar. God, this felt good. Just being here and lying next to you. It felt like the nights in the prison when you would spend the time stargazing with him. It felt like the nights on the road where you would sleep close to where he was keeping watch and he admired how peaceful you looked with each steady breath you took. It felt perfect to be here, on a bed much too small for the both of you, away from the view of everyone else to scrutinize his unsure steps - it just felt nice to be loved by you.

Absentmindedly, his hands find home just over the swell of your ass, pulling his hips closer to you in an effort not to fall off the mattress. He shuts his eyes for a second, relishing in the warmth of holding your body close, and lives in the memories the two of you’ve created. This reminds him of the first time he had spent the night at your house, huddled into you because you forgot to mention the bed you had taken was a twin one. He’d wrapped you up in him to an almost suffocating degree, but neither of you minded, both too drunk off the heaven that was the warmth of one another.

“Don’t try anything, Daryl.”

He hums in response to your mumbled warning, your tone lacking any real authoritative intent as he worms his fingers underneath the skirt of your dress, pushing one of his knees in between the two of yours before he plants another kiss on you. It’s a silent plea for the two of you to stay like this a little longer - arms around each other as smooth jazz muffles in from the sliver beneath the locked door and through the plaster walls that line the room. Just a little longer before the two of you had to resurface from this euphoria you’ve created.

“Wouldn’t dream ‘f it.”

He would just have to wait for everyone to leave then, wouldn’t he? After all, you had a dress you would have to take off, and Daryl would be damned if he didn’t at least try and help.

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