#HER VOICE SOUNDS SO GOOOOOOOD

[blueribbs]

SHES GREEEEEEEEEEEN SHES HERE AND SHES GREEEEEEEN

[vickyvicarious]

The bracing breath Jack takes before beginning his entry.

also, starting with Jack? I'm quite curious what the reasons for the various reorderings are throughout re: Dracula. Sometimes it seems to try and more accurately reflect timing or for dramatic effect, but not always. here seems to be pretty neatly divided by timing but it just reminded me

"I fear that in some mysterious way poor Mrs. Harker's tongue is tied. I know that she forms conclusions of her own, and from all that has been I can guess how brilliant and how true they must be; but she will not, or cannot, give them utterance." MINAAAAA

oooh the dual voices on "vampire's baptism of blood" is great

"The same power that compels her silence may compel her speech." my brain is rotted by too many memes, I pictured among us and Jack and van Helsing agreeing that Mina seems 'sus'

the slow music as van Helsing talks about Mina changing...

I hate Mina being left out again ughhh

the ominous music fading out into the lighthearted music as Quincey talks of wolf-hunting, and then back into ominous as

"We four?" this delivery is SO GOOOOOOOD. and the way Jack says "Harker was silent for a while" gave me chills imagining him. ohohohoho I love it

he sounds so clipped when he says they'll talk in the morning as well. he's going to talk privately with Mina first and foremost, and they will both decide what to do after that.

Jonathan's great upset at Mina being left out and people being somehow fine with that??? after how it turned out last time?!?! ...it's so good

I love van Helsing being the one to describe all this. Quincey and Art and Jack were all there too. They could perhaps correct some stuff, like Quincey saying he gave him tobacco or money or whatever, or explaining what "much blood and bloom" mean, but... nah

van Helsing's accent makes it sound like he keeps saying "the sin man" and I'm like, yeah, fair enough

the captain assuming Dracula is French is so interesting/weird

god I love the music

"for we have seen the owner of the ship, who have shown us invoices and all papers that can be." ~document supremacy~

the way Mina says "oh! I dread Jonathan leaving me" :(

And the delivery of those three "necessary"s is soooo good.

Man, the building energy of van Helsing's speech leading to "And now this is what he is to us!" and "shall make you like him! This must not be! We have sworn together that it must not!" also how he sounds like he is choking back tears when he says "to live in your own old, sweet way" and "men for whom His Son die"

His laugh is so wounded sounding

the drum as van Helsing describe what Dracula did to prepare

I love the sigh and refocusing in "But we are pledged to set the world free."

god, the way Mina says "unclean" with such disgust

"How strange it all is" Jonathan sounds so miserable

the music as Mina asks for his promise <3

Jonathan's hesitation to promise to deny Mina in the future.

How gentle their voices are

"I promise!" and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us." god this line. this delivery. agonizing...

the plea for a dreamless sleep is so sad. he sounds almost on the edge of choking up on the last word

[kerrysdreamcorner]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

A Jujutsu Kaisen Fan-Fiction

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Sunday’s at home, plus sore backs, equal a massage from a doting wife to her husband and a playful husband to his wife.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Gojo being a menace with his words

“Oh my goooooood.” Satoru groaned, gripping the pillow beneath his head in a tight hold. “Right there, baby. Keep your hands going just like that. Fuck, you work me so well.”

“Can you please stop making this sound more obscene than it actually is?”

Cracking a single blue eye open, the world’s strongest sorcerer looked up at his wife’s figure and pouted. “But it feels so good, baby.”

“And you can’t express that like a normal person?”

No, he couldn’t - not when his wife’s delicate hands were working out the tension in his back, lovingly massaging the muscles until they relaxed and stopped aching.

While the Gojo couple traditionally spent Saturday’s outside of their home -unless he was called away for a mission-, they would usually spend Sunday’s relaxing at home in preparation for the new week ahead -unless he was called away for a mission-.

This was one such calm Sunday, and after waking up with a sore back from the position he held in his sleep throughout the night, his ever doting wife offered to ease his pain. What a selfless, nurturing woman she was, and she was all Satoru’s.

“You’re ridiculous.” Millie commented with a shake of her head, squeezing more lotion from the tube into her palm. If she was trying to hide the smile on her lips, she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “If you didn’t cling to me like a leech all night, you wouldn’t be having this problem. Why did I marry you again?”

“Because there’s only one man like me in existence?”

She hummed in contemplation and rubbed her hands together. “Could have sworn there was another reason. Maybe it will come back to me later.”

Her hands touched his back and Satoru closed his eyes, letting out a deep, blissful sigh. His felt his body become dead weight, sinking further into the mattress as Millie’s palms travelled up and down the length of his back. The pressure she used was gentle but effective, the tips of her nails making goosebumps rise on his arms when they grazed over his skin. Just when he thought her massage couldn’t feel any better, her hands slid up the sides of his spine and cupped his shoulders, palms squeezing and releasing the large muscles on top while her thumbs carefully worked the sides and back of his neck.

Satoru groaned as he fell further into bliss, and Millie chuckled from above. “Good?”

“That’s perfect, baby. You’re gonna put me back to sleep.” He breathed, voice deep and a little scratchy. This battle to stay conscious was probably the most difficult fight he’s ever had to face.

“So go back to sleep. It’s not like we have plans today.” Millie said, leaving his shoulders to gently scratch his undercut. “Get some more rest, honey.”

Well, if she was insisting so kindly, who was he to refuse?

————

Satoru awoke two hours later, still lying in the same position he fell asleep in, the spot next to him vacant and cold. With a huff, he reluctantly left the warmth of their bed and went to track his wife down. It didn’t take him long to find her - he always found her with the same ease as breathing.

Standing beneath the door frame of the laundry room, Satoru pouted. “You abandoned me.”

Millie’s hands, which were busy tossing towels into the dryer, paused. She looked up at him and rolled her eyes, but smiled nevertheless. “Awww, did my poor husband wake up alone? I’m sorry, honey.”

She closed the dryer and stood up straight, and Satoru didn’t miss the small wince as her spine straightened.

Walking over to him, the dryer tumbling in the background, she placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on the tips of her toes so she could kiss his cheek. Again, she winced.

Satoru wrapped an arm around her waist and coasted his hand up and down her back. “You know, I could have sworn someone accused me this morning of clinging to my partner like a leech all night.”

“Quiet, you.” Millie harmlessly threatened, nose scrunching in a cute way.

Kissing the tip of that same cute nose, Satoru lifted her into his arms and carried her back the way he came. “Your turn, pretty girl.”

Upon entering the room and setting her on the bed, Millie discarded her shirt and laid on her stomach, arms tucked beneath the pillow under her head. The sight of her bare back excited him, sure, but more than that, he saw the trust in it. The vulnerability. The acceptance to be taken care of, something that took them both a lot of trial and error to learn.

Grabbing the same toasted marshmallow scented lotion she used on him, Satoru rubbed the cream into his palms and got started. Starting at her lower back, he used a gentle pressure and worked small circles up and down the sides of her spine. Her skin felt even smoother with the aid of the lotion, the freckles dotting the tops and back of her shoulders mesmerizing him. He loved her freckles, and if this were a different activity, he’d be giving them extra special attention.

Millie moaned and nuzzled her cheek deeper into the pillow as he worked his thumbs into the dimples at the bottom of her back. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” Satoru spent a little extra time there. “Is there anywhere else I should make feel good?”

She cracked a turquoise eye open, and the look on her face had him biting back a groan. Half asleep, and half turned on. “I’m so relaxed right now, do not rile me up.”

He chuckled deeply and ran his large hands up her back again. “I promise I’m not trying to.”

“Bullshit.”

Laughing, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I think your body loves me just as much as you do.”

Millie hummed, and said nothing to stop him as he pressed another kiss to her skin. And another, and another. “You’re not wrong there.”

[carharttlesbian]

she sounds so goooooood her voice sounds so good

[anditendshowyoudexpect]

Except for the countdown clock during my own three spaceflights, I have never watched a clock as closely as I watched the sleep timer during that first shift. To my mild astonishment but great delight, Robin Williams had jumped at the opportunity to help us celebrate the shuttle’s return to flight with a rousing crew wakeup call. On top of thinking it was a wildly fun idea, he had a personal connection to the crew: he and Pinky Nelson had been contemporaries at college in Southern California. He sent me a five-inch reel of tape with about a dozen variations of “Gooood morning, Discovery!” on it. At least half of them were so edgy that playing them on air-to-ground would surely have gotten me fired, but the others provided more than enough material for my needs. Mr. Williams’s agent had also been thrilled by our scheme because of the publicity boost it would offer. He gave me a scare when he laid out his plan for promoting Robin’s participation ahead of the launch. I told him in no uncertain terms that this was to be a surprise, and that I would destroy the tape if there was so much as a peep from their end beforehand (I had the foresight to demand they give me the studio master tape, so could make good on my threat). For the first morning’s wakeup, Pierre and I made an audio tape with two of Robin’s craziest opening shouts and a corny number Mike Cahill had written to the jaunty tune of the Green Acres sitcom title song. We had managed to keep our escapade secret the entire time it was afoot. Only Pierre, KT, and I knew what was about to hit the airwaves.

The sleep clock finally hit zero. The tone that signaled an active link to the shuttle beeped into everyone’s headset a fraction of a second later, followed instantly by Robin Williams bellowing “GOOOOOOOD MORNING, DISCOVERY!” Quizzical looks and then huge grins spread across the faces in the control room at the sound of his voice, so very familiar but utterly unexpected within the hallowed walls of space shuttle mission control. On he went: “Good morning, Discovery. Rise and shine, boys. Time to start doin’ that shuttle shuffle, you know what I mean? Hey, here’s a little song comin’ from the billions of us to the five of you. Rick, start ’em off, baby. The Hawkster, to you.” Then the “Green Acres” melody started, and Cahill and his pals launched into lyrics that seemed absolutely perfect for the shuttle team’s happiest day in nearly three years:

On orbit is the place to be,

Free-wheeling on Discovery.

Earth rolling by so far below.

Just give her the gas and look at this baby go.

We can’t believe we made it here,

So high above the atmosphere.

We just adore the scenery.

Yeah, Houston’s great but give me that zero-gee.

Hey, look out the window!

That’s neat!

Cap’n, I’m hungry.

Let’s eat!

Maybe we’ll land at … White Sands?

Uh-uh.

Look ma, no hands!

This is the life! Oh, what a flight!

Earth orbit, we are here!

Rick Hauck jumped onto the air-to-ground link as soon as the tune ended, with an exuberant, “Gooooood morning, Houston!” The STS-26 crew was clearly awake and in very good spirits.

Kathryn D. Sullivan, Handprints on Hubble: An Astronaut's Story of Invention 

[askthechronoverse]

Chapter Two: Two Paths to Go By

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Rex slept until morning and awoke to the smell of waffles and maple syrup. He sat up and saw Unikitty standing next to him, the plate of food on her back. “GOOOOOOOD MORNING!” Her greeting was as syrupy as the waffles on the plate. It made Rex feel sick. “Are you done being a Mr. Grumpypants today? I made you breakfast! Hope you like waffles!”

“I… I did. I do. I guess?” The waffles were very obviously not made in a toaster. Did she go through a lot to make them? He was sure she probably went through a lot of trouble for a prisoner. Rex pulled the plate closer to him. “Ya know you aren’t supposed to make a prisoner breakfast, right?”

“You aren’t a prisoner. You’re a guest!” This statement earned her a lifted eyebrow. 

“Do you not see the cage, Princess? Not exactly a room for a guest.” He spoke flatly. 

“You’re staying in Doctor Fox’s lab! It’s probably for your protection.” 

“You’re as dense as he was… Look. I’m, at the very least, your bodyguard’s prisoner. The cage is to keep me from leavin’, not to keep me safe. Princess, ya can’t believe thatcha think I’m anything but a prisoner.” He kept his patience with her. She’d get it eventually. They always did.

“It doesn’t matter! I’m here to help you stop being so grumpy. Once you stop being grumpy, I’m sure Hawkodile will let you out! Now eat. I’m gonna take you for a walk!” She nudged the plate of waffles onto Rex’s lap.

“Take me for a walk? Ya gonna put a leash on me or somethin'?” Rex laughed, but Unikitty tilted her head. 

“No, I was just gonna walk with you and talk. You can’t stay cooped up forever. It’ll keep you grumpy!” Another nudge of the plate. “Less talking, more eating! I wanna go!”  Rex rolled his eyes and began to eat. The sugary breakfast hit his stomach like a brick. He used to be able to eat multiple plates of this kind of food, but now it just made his teeth and stomach hurt. He barely finished his plate before it was whipped off of his lap and on Doctor Fox’s desk. “Let’s go! Time for a walk!” She grabbed Rex’s hand and dragged him out of bed. 

He didn’t get any time to process the change in scenery. When he was able to catch his bearings, he found himself outside of the castle walls in what had to be a park. The smell of flowers hit him like a shallow wave, as did the sound of birds singing and children playing around them. These were things that hadn’t hit his senses for decades, strange yet familiar. He took in his surroundings, shocked that Unikitty was letting him do it. It was like feeling rain for the first time after a long drought. He wanted to keep this feeling alive just a little longer.

“So, Rexy! Can I ask you something?” And there she was, right on time. Shattering the zen of the moment with her annoying voice. Rex turned his head to her slowly.

“Go on.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what, Princess?” Unikitty took a breath.

“Why did you start Armommageddeon?” The question hung heavy in the air between them. She went for the big question there. Rex shook his head in disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t.” He spoke quickly, trying to get out of answering the question.

“It does! If I know why you did it, it’ll help me help you so much more! So help me help you!” Unikitty nodded, trying to seem sagelike. Rex spoke after a moment.

“Not gonna happen, Princess. I ain’t tellin’ you anythin’.” He walked ahead of her, trying to make as much distance as possible in case he decided to turn around and blurt out his deepest secrets. Unikitty was one of the people who abandoned him. She deserved nothing from him. Nothing at all.

“Rexy, don’t push-”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your friend! You and the rest of your buddies had your chance! Ya blew it long ago! I’m not going to bring this damn simulation down, but don’t for one second think I want to pretend everything’s fine!” Unikitty froze at the display of raw anger and anguish. Rex’s face was red, trying with all his strength to not break down. “I’m not going through it all again!” 

Unikitty frowned slightly, head tilted. Nothing her companion said made any sense. What simulation? He spoke like they had a history, but she didn’t know anyone called Rex. “Next question: Do I know you?”

Rex’s hands balled up into fists. He shook from the pent-up emotions he felt. “No. You don’t. Not this version of me. And the version of me you do know…” He stopped himself. Technically, that version of him was still floating around, spreading goodwill and peace. “I’m not explaining this to you, OK? I can’t keep letting people in.” His vocal pattern reset from the stereotypical tough guy to someone a lot weaker… and someone very familiar if Unikitty thought about it really hard. 

If she caught on to this fact, she didn’t show it. The rage Rex was showing toward her wasn’t positive. No, it was the opposite of that. This was something that would not stand. Her fur turned red as she tried to keep hold of her own emotions. “You need to calm down. You need to be positive!” Rex laughed wildly.

“That advice didn’t do me any good back in Undar! Oh sure, I probably lasted a few moments longer thinking positively, but I didn’t free me! My anger did that! You of all people should understand the power anger can give you!”

“I don’t understand you! You make no sense! How do we know each other, Rex? Stop talking around the issue!” The red remained in her fur, but she took a defensive stance. “Tell me so I can help!” The two fell silent, Unikitty listening for an explanation Rex wasn’t ready to give. Only one person knew who Rex truly was and he wasn’t there to explain it for him. After the silence evolved into something more awkward, Rex glanced down.

“I don’t want to get hurt again. Just get me back to the lab and leave me alone.” The emotion caused his verbal mask to slip further. Unikitty put her face right up to his. 

“I can’t leave you alone. You aren’t positive and I gotta change that.” She pulled away from his face, letting his words sink in a little further in her mind. He was hurting on the inside, that much was clear. He didn’t give her a lot to work with, but she had to try to piece things together. He claimed to know her and her friends, but didn’t know Doctor Fox or Hawkodile. Could he mean the friends she made during the TAKOS Tuesday incident? But she would remember a grumpy guy like Rex in the crew. This was a puzzle. Maybe Doctor Fox could help her with this later. She took a few deep breaths and her fur turned pinker with each exhale. “But, I can take you back to the lab. I have important princess stuff to do anyway.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the castle and his cell. She then looked for Doctor Fox, who was talking to Hawkodile outside of his treehouse. 

“Can we talk a sec, Doctor? You can! Good. Let’s talk.” Unikitty sat next to Doctor Fox, who turned her attention away from Hawkodile after the princess spoke.

“I can always converse with you, Unikitty. What would the topic of conversation be?” Hawkodile listened in, just in case.

“I need help figuring out something Rex said. It doesn’t make sense to me, but maybe you can get something out of it.” She then described the blowup in the park, doing her best to remember how he said things. After she finished. Doctor Fox rubbed her head.

“You think he was someone you knew from before you got access to the Unikingdom, but you can’t remember him personally…” The fox’s tail swayed as she thought on what she was told by both Unikitty and Rex. “He claimed to be a time paradox to me last night, something a person had rejected. You say he said you knew a “different version” of him. These could be related. Who do you know that would fit his basic description? I’m afraid I don’t know anyone that looks like him, save for Batman. That may be the key to solving this conundrum.” 

“I don’t really know any rough looking grumpy guys, Doctor.” Unikitty frowned.

“What about the orange guy you were talking about yesterday?” Hawkodile chimed in. “You thought he was the guy’s brother.”

“I’d remember if he had a brother. I just said that because… they look… alike.” Unikitty seemed to finally understand a little. Maybe they looked alike… because they were alike. “Wait, that doesn’t make sense. His guy can’t be him. He’s the opposite of this guy! Can you ask him for more info? He seems to have told you more."

“It would seem he provided us with an equal amount of information, Unikitty. What he conveyed to me was only in regards to my time experiments. I can attempt to have him open up, but I don’t believe he will discuss matters outside of the time experiments.”

Meanwhile, Rex sat on his bed, doing his best to meditate. He needed to keep his cool to find an opening to escape and letting his deep rooted anger get the best of him wasn’t going to help with that. He opened one eye when he heard a sequence of loud squeaks. Just outside the cell was the horned blue dog. What did Unikitty call him? Right, Puppycorn. The dog was looking at Rex, a small red rubber ball in his mouth. The man opened both eyes and Puppycorn threw the ball in Rex’s direction.

“I can’t find my big sis. Can you play with me?” He gestured his horn to the ball in front of Rex. 

“Ya sure ya won’t get in trouble playin’ with the big, tough prisoner?” Rex picked the slobber coated ball up. 

“My sis wants to help you and she’s a good judge of character!” Puppycorn grinned. The little dog’s naivete was giving Rex flashbacks in the worst way. But, he threw the ball after some minor hesitation. Puppycorn ran after it and returned with it moments later. “You throw good, mister!” The ball was thrown back to Rex.

“I should hope so. I’ve had to keep up with raptors.” The ball was thrown back out to the open lab. Puppycorn ran after it, returning quickly.

“Raptors? Like the dinosaurs? Because that’s pretty awesome.” The ball went under the bed, but Rex was able to retrieve it without too much effort. 

“Yeah. They were pretty awesome. I miss ‘em.” He threw the ball with a little more energy. He could see himself getting along with this one. Didn’t ask too many difficult questions and liked raptors. “They were the best friends a guy could have.” He watched Puppycorn rush to get the ball and try to squeeze under the table it bounced under. Eventually, the puppy came back. He didn’t return the ball yet, though.

“You have a really cool name. Rex is just such a cool name.” The dog returned the ball, rolling it between the bars this time.

“Thanks. I picked it myself.” Rex threw the ball further than before. He liked the compliment, but he had a feeling he was going to hate the next words that came out of the dog’s mouth. After a longer delay, Puppycorn came back and rolled the ball to Rex again. 

“You can pick a name for yourself? You must be really cool to be able to do that! Can I do that too?” His ball-like tail wagged and he bounced on the spot. Okay, that wasn’t the question Rex expected to come next. Yeah, he was going to get along with Puppycorn just fine. 

“If you want, kid. Just pick somethin’ that sounds cool an’ run with it.” He held onto the ball to give Puppycorn time to think. The dog scratched his head, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he thought. “Don’t strain your brain too hard now.” 

"Oh darn! I can't think of anything rad like your name." Puppycorn looked down to his feet, voice almost a whine. Rex shook his head softly. The little dog was lucky he was in a good mood.

"Nah, that's fine. Sometimes, you gotta do you." He squeezed the ball, a sad squeak marking the irony of that statement. He couldn't say he knew who he was right now.  Not the best position to give advice about being yourself. The ball was thrown, but the distance it traveled relied more on it bouncing on the ground. "As long as you like who you are, you're good." There was an uncertainty to the words he spoke. Yes, it was the right thing to say. But, he didn't believe it for himself. He went by a pseudonym for crying out loud and not a clever one at that. Thankfully, Puppycorn didn't get the irony. 

"Yeah! Makes sense to me!" He happily bounded back to the cell. When the dog looked at the man behind the bars, he tilted his head. Something felt wrong, but the pup couldn't pick up on what. "Do you wanna play outside? I can open the door for ya!" The puppy bounced over to the door and, with the push of a button, the door opened. Rex lifted an eyebrow at this. That was really, really stupid of Puppycorn to have done. He glanced at the tracker on his wrist. Should he push his luck? He looked at Puppycorn and his wagging tail. Should he betray the blind trust of another innocent soul? This betrayal wouldn't be as bad, right? It would just teach the dog a lesson to not blindly trust a stranger. Right? He slowly got off the bed and walked out of the cell, stopping next to the blue pup. He glanced at Puppycorn. It hurt how much the dog reminded him of the innocence he lost. 

"Lead the way, kid." Rex looked ahead at the lab door. He wasn't out of the castle yet. He can reassess the situation when he did. Puppycorn rushed out the door, leaving his playmate to sprint behind. He led Rex through the gardens to a field just past the moat that surrounded the castle. They were off of the castle grounds. This was looking more and more like a lucky break. 

When Puppycorn stopped, he sat down, looking up at Rex with a look that cut through the man's heart like a white-hot knife. It was a similar look he was given back on his ship what felt like a lifetime ago. The Man Upstairs had a sick sense of humor. He looked away from the dog toward the vast field. The dark outline of a large city loomed out in the distance. He could ditch Puppycorn right now and head for the city, hide there until the heat died down, then build a ship from spare parts and finally head home. But, that look of trust kept him to the spot like a glob of Kragle. 

"That's Frowntown. It's no fun out there. No one out there's happy." Puppycorn broke the silence and Rex's concentration. "You don't wanna go there." Rex suppressed a laugh. Don't make assumptions, kid. He threw the ball in the direction of the town, the puppy rushing to grab it before it hit the ground. 

"I didn't know Unikitty had a brother." He glanced at the dog, who handed him the ball. "Never mentioned you when we were still friends."

"Well, she was probably busy. Cloud Cuckoo Land was a big place to run. It's not like here. She always had to do party stuff to keep things going up there." Puppycorn shrugged. "I was little then, but I remember it was a lotta fun up there!" He paused for a moment. "You were friends? What happened?"

Rex kept his line of sight on the horizon. He should have expected this to eventually come up. Curse his big mouth. "I grew up." Why did he feel like he had to be gentle with Puppycorn? 

"That's sad. I hope I don't lose friends when I grow up." The puppy lost some energy with that idea.

"You won't. You remind me of someone I know and he makes friends wherever he goes. You'll be fine, kid." Rex tossed the ball, wanting the puppy to give him a moment's reprieve from this train of thought. Puppycorn gave him that moment, but it didn't last too long. The puppy returned the ball, which earned him an unenthusiastic pat on the head. 

"Are we friends?" The dog asked, sitting next to Rex. That look. He had to be going soft. It was the only reason why it would have hurt like this.

"Not yet, kid." Rex whispered. "Not ready for the pain friends can bring." This confused the puppy. 

"How can friends hurt? Friends shouldn't hurt each other. Did Unikitty… hurt you?" 

"That's… kinda a complicated question ta answer, kid. I'll tryta make it as simple as I can: yes, but she won't remember." He wasn't about to explain complicated time travel theory to a kid. It was hard enough for him to understand.

"I'm confused. How can you be mad at somethin' Big Sis forgot?"

"Because it still happened. It became part of who I am. She could do it to him… to me… again. They all could." His voice was thick from the pain and stress bubbling to the surface. Puppycorn leaned on Rex, knowing he needed some kind of comfort. 

"Whatever she did, I won't. I promise!" The dog gave a warm smile. Rex shook his head.

"Next lesson, kid: never make a promise you can't keep." He sat on the grass. Looks like he wasn't going to run this time. Without knowing it, Puppycorn became his kryptonite. Everything about the pup just reminded him of himself, two trips to Undar ago. He just didn't understand why he couldn't exploit that this time. 

"Hey, I'm hungry. Mind if we go back, Rex? I'm sure my sis is makin' dinner right now." Puppycorn got up and ran in the direction of the castle. Rex shook his head. The puppy just left him sitting in the grass. 

Again, his thoughts turned to Frowntown. He was being handed a free pass to leave, to pick up where he left off.  There had to be some kind of cosmic design behind this choice. He looked behind him and Puppycorn was almost out of sight. Rex got up and headed back to the castle. Before he got too far, he looked back to the grey city on the horizon. He shook his head and continued walking toward the castle. He needed to understand why he was here before he could get out into the universe at large. May as well play the long con for a while.

When he got to the lab, he saw that Doctor Fox was not present. He looked at the super computer she used to look up his information. He could call his Rexcelsior with it, let his raptors know he was safe after a year of radio silence. They were the closest things he had to friends right now, after all. He sat in front of the computer and tried to signal out to his ship. Nothing. After a few more calls out to the ship, he leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. It made sense, honestly. He was never left in Undar in this timeline. No exile to Undar, no Rexcelsior. This was going to make things difficult. He was going to need to start everything over from scratch. He put his head in his hands, only just noticing that Unikitty was right behind him.

"Why didn't you tell me my ship is gone?" His head didn't leave his hands as he spoke. Unikitty shrugged.

"Didn't know it was gone. After Armommageddeon, there was a lot to do and I guess no one really noticed."

"What happened to my crew? My raptors?"

"I think a few of them are on Syspocalypstar." Unikitty put a sandwich down on the console. "Are you in a better mood now? Because I still have questions and I can't understand your answers." Rex got up and walked to his holding cell, leaving the sandwich.

"I told you everything I wanna tell you, Princess." 

"Just tell me one thing."

"You get one thing. That's it." He didn't turn to face her.

"What is your relationship with Emmet Brickowski? Be honest with me. We know you were seen with him after the wedding cake was smashed." Unikitty looked at the dark clad man with a resoluteness in her eyes. 

"We're closer than you might think, Princess." He smirked as he said this, though his back was still turned to the royal cat. 

"You need to stop speaking in riddles! I thought you were going to be honest with me!" Her fur turned red, lightning bolts appearing above her head. 

"I am being honest. You never said I had to be direct." Rex sat on the edge of the bed in the cell.

"Then be direct! I want to help you and I can't do that unless you help me!" Her back arched, ready to pounce.

"Like I said, you ain't my friend. You want a second chance, ya gotta earn it. Now, don't you have a little brother to play with?" He adjusted himself into a comfortable position to meditate. "He was looking for you earlier." Unikitty stormed out of the lab. 

The cat floated toward Doctor Fox, who Puppycorn had chosen as his new playmate. "Rex is so frustrating! He won't tell me anything! Why won't he open up to me‽" She growled, falling into her angrier persona. 

"He appears to be hard to read. He was for me, at least. There's no reason to get angry, Unikitty." Doctor Fox said with a nod.

"He told me you hurt him, but you don't remember hurtin' him, sis." Puppycorn said through his red ball. Fox and Unikitty looked at Puppycorn, dumbfounded. "What? Is there somethin' on my face?"

"When did he tell you this?" Exclamation marks and question marks appeared above Unikitty's head as she spoke. "What else did he tell you?"

"I was playin' catch with him and we talked about dinosaurs and friendship. I said I wouldn't hurt him and he said not to make a promise I can't keep." Puppycorn put down the ball.

"It appears Puppycorn has a crucial part in this puzzle: Something you don't remember is causing him not to trust you, something in the past that caused emotional damage. Puppycorn, how did he act around you?" Doctor Fox was excited with this unexpected development.

"He looked so sad. I thought he just wanted to go outside, but he got sadder when we went out to the field. Did I make him sad?" Puppycorn put his ball down, revealing a small frown.

"I'm not sure you did, Puppycorn. His depression may have just been drawn out by the conversation." Fox tapped her cheek. "He may find it easier to open up to you and showed you something closer to his current emotional state. Let's put together what we know, Unikitty: He's stated that he wasn't supposed to be in this timeline, saying that someone had said they would never become who he was. He told you that he was closer to a friend of yours than you think and that you and some other friends failed at a chance to remain his friend. He told Puppycorn that he was hurt by you, though you wouldn't remember how. I believe the answer may lie in the past of a different timeline. He remembers a timeline we don't, one that causes him to distrust you and push away anyone trying to befriend him."

"Wait. What?" Unikitty shook her head. "So he's mad at me because of something I didn't even do? How is that fair?"

"It may not be to you but to him, it's justified. We need him to recognize that what occurred in his timeline won't be repeated. This could take some time. He appears to be less reluctant to speak to Puppycorn about his emotions. I would recommend letting your brother be around him more." 

"Not a good idea, Doc." Hawkodile spoke from behind Unikitty. "I heard he's a schemer, willing to use people for his plans. He could try to use Puppycorn to escape." 

"He likes me! I took him where you can see Frowntown and he didn't run away! Not once!" Puppycorn grinned happily. 

"No, you're right. I want help the guy, but my friend was not the kind of person to just smash a wedding cake like that. Rex must have made him do it, and if he was capable of doing that… He's capable of hurting Puppycorn." Unikitty's ears moved back. "Doctor Fox, keep trying to get the guy to talk to you. Puppycorn, stay away from him, okay?"

"But sis! We just played ball together. He didn't do anything!"

" I don't want you getting hurt. Please?"

"Alright, sis." He picked up the ball and squeezed it, the squeaking the only positive sound coming from the puppy. 

The late night air was still.  Rex kept his focus on the ceiling, unable to sleep. He hadn't seen anyone after Unikitty confronted him. Was being like this better than being on Undar? He wasn't sure yet. A scratching from outside the door caused Rex to pause and squint to look out in the dark. He saw the general shape of an animal and a horn and turned to face the wall. "Unikitty, leave me alone. Please."

"I'm not supposedta see you anymore, but you're so cool!" Puppycorn opened the door of Rex's cell and sat down beside him. "I also said I wouldn't hurt ya. I gotta keep my promise."

"Kid, it wouldn't hurt me if you stopped talkin' to me. I'm used to it." He rolled on his back and pet Puppycorn's head. 

"How didja come up with your cool name?" Puppycorn asked, leaning his head into Rex's hand. "I still can't think of one."

"I'm wearing the opposite of a safety vest and my first name just sounds cool." It was clear from his tone that his mind was far away. "Kid, what are you doin' up? It's gotta be late."

"I stay up all the time 'cuz I'm a big boy." Puppycorn bounced in place a little. "That's probably why you're up, too."

"Actually, I have a hard time sleepin' through the night. It's been like that for a long time now." Rex kept his hand lightly on Puppycorn's head, avoiding the horn as best he could.

"Why?" 

"I get nightmares. Very vivid nightmares." Rex shuddered.

"Vivid? What's that?"

"It means they feel real. I feel like I'm there, back on that terrible desert planet, screaming for help." He had nothing to lose by being a little more honest to the pup. It's not like he could tell Unikitty anything without incriminating himself. "It's the same dream every night." 

"That sounds scary. Maybe you can change the channel in your head!" Puppycorn could feel Rex's pain in his words. 

"That ain't an easy thing to do, kid. I don't always know it's a dream, so I can't "change the channel". Rex sounded exhausted. He sat up and looked out into the dark lab. After some thought, he spoke again. "Kid?"

"What's up, cool guy?" Puppycorn's tail wagged.

"How good are ya at keepin' a secret?"

"I'm really good at it! Really really good!" That answer came too fast and brought a red flag with it. "What's the secret?"

"Gonna re-introduce myself to ya. I think your sister suspects this, but she doesn't wanna believe it." Whether the puppy knew it or not, he was going to be tested. "I was Emmet Brickowski. I haven't gone by that name in years. I also was Rex Dangervest, but I'm not sure the name suits me anymore."

"Why?" Nothing made sense to the puppy. 

"I used to be full of anger and hate. Your sister brings all that out of me, but I'm not sure I want to be like that anymore." The tough bravado was long gone from his voice at this point. He just sounded tired. "I can't be either person."

"Sometimes, you gotta do you. Right?" That made Rex sigh deeply. Puppycorn just threw his own words at him.

"I would if I knew who I was, kid." Rex settled back into bed. "I'd go, kid. Lock the door behind you." He turned away from the dog, his trap set. The puppy yawned.

"I promise I won't say anything, mister." Puppycorn did what Rex suggested and headed for bed.

[voxmilia]

@remyfire asked: 12.) Black Eagles ot4 GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT

WIP Game!!

YOU HELPED ME WRITE IT SMH BAJDKHADKJL

You help me write many things though so thank you for being my consistent sounding board and cheerleader. I know this block has been a real struggle since early 2021 and I'm so grateful every day to have you as a best friend <3 <3 <3

SAPPY SHIT OUT OF THE WAY, HAVE THEA FLUSTERING HER BOY HUBIE and me practicing writing a sultry character-

“Goooooood morning~!”

“It’s three in the afternoon, Dorothea,” is the reply she receives, Hubert’s deadpan voice slightly muffled due to the cheek resting on his fist.

That little fact doesn’t deter the actress in the slightest. As if to spite her partner’s logic, she saunters over to the little dining room table where he works. Her silken robe slips further down her shoulders, revealing her crimson baby doll and copious amounts of skin. She hums, draping her arms languidly around Hubert’s shoulders and is gifted with the warm, flushed expanse of his throat, open and vulnerable to her searching mouth. “Good morning, Hubie,” she counters, more firmly and no less teasingly.

His noise of acquiescence is enough for Dorothea to chalk this up to a victory.

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Five: The Shrine/An Argument Pt. 4

 With the apartment silent and not smelling like a morgue, Dolly ate in peace for a while as she glanced at the closet door for a bit. It might be a good idea to activate Dorian and interact with the horrid mound of clay since he was to be Dolly’s companion. After a moment of debate and finishing eating her meal, Dolly got up to go over to the closet. There was a hesitation for a moment as the small chest like crate was brought out as Dolly stared at it. With gentle handling and care, Dolly brought the tiny crate over to the couch as she casually dropped the glamor. The lid opened with ease as Dolly pulled up the dormant Dorian out of it and placed him gently on the couch. Nervously, Dolly went to tap the symbol on Dorian’s forehead as he began to wake up in a gruesome fashion and started moving his limbs about. The horrid little green clay lion paused for a moment to sniff at Dolly a bit as she waved a small hello to him. Dorian looked at his own stubby paw hand amalgamation before mimicking the hand wave back at Dolly.

 “Okay that was adorable…my name is Gort, but everyone calls me Dolly. Can you say ‘Dolly’?” Dolly said in a soft and warm tone as she gauged the little green monster’s response.

 “Doollllly?” Dorian asked in a voice like he was about to cough up phlegm. “That’s right, Dolly. Good job Dorian.” Dolly said encouragingly since it was progress that didn’t result in violence. Dorian made wet, gross slapping sounds as he clapped those amalgamated hand paws out of being given praise for once. Dolly sat there and chuckled uncomfortably at the sound being made, hoping to whatever force out there that the walls were thick enough that no one else can hear this. Taking this time to think as to tune out the inappropriate sounding claps, Dolly looked at Dorian for a bit before making the attempt. “Good, now can you say ‘Freddy’?” Dolly asked, still keeping it as friendly as possible.

 “Asss..hollle…..” Dorian said with a wet snarling gargled like sound as clay slip dripped from his mouth. “Why do you say Freddy is an asshole?” Dolly asked, trying to figure out why Dorian was angry at Freddy.

 The gross mouth shut tightly at being asked that as Dorian pointed at his forehead and then right the little crate, making a bubbling like growling sound while doing so. It didn’t take a genius to understand what Dorian was trying to convey. “Oh, you don’t like being shut off and being placed in the crate?” Dolly started to realize what the little bundle of hateful clay was conveying. “Yesss…” Dorian bubbled out with sickly popping sounds accenting it as he got off the couch.

 It had happened so fast that before Dolly could react, Dorian had thrown the crate out of the alley view window, glass shattered upon whoever was unfortunate enough to be walking down there. Dolly sat there wide mouthed at the sudden disposal of the crate as Dorian climbed back up onto the couch and sat there as if nothing had happened. “Okay…I guess no more crates then…” Dolly agreed, still in a bit of shock and wondering how much this was gonna cost to replace the window.

 “Goooooood…” Dorian sloppily cooed as he relaxed on the couch knowing the crate was no more.

 As Dolly was about to get up to do something about the broken window and the potential glass fragments on the floor, Dorian decided to cuddle up for a nap on Dolly’s tail. Seeing Dorian resting, Dolly decided to stay seated as one would if a pet cat decided to cuddle with them, gently petting Dorian on the back. As the unusual bond between an eldritch horror and her crime against nature took place, next door was not nearly as pleasant. Freddy was sitting on the cold and uncushioned wooden chair as Envy was making a call to Sloth to bring Wrath over right away. Lust was keeping an eye on Freddy, her hands ready to stop him should an escape attempt happen. It didn’t help matters much since Gluttony was having lunch at the moment, the wet slopping sounds of flesh being consumed becoming an unnerving thing for Freddy to listen to. 

 ‘I am never going to complain about going to the doctor's office ever again…’ Freddy thought to himself as the salty beads of sweat started to pool around the forehead.

 “Well good news Freddy, Sloth is on the way now with Wrath. All I need to do now is forge some medical documents.” Envy said with a malicious grin as they hung up the phone, savoring all the fear Freddy was displaying.

“It’s all good..I’m no longer afraid of the doctor’s office now…I can go for the grafting instead…” Freddy nervously said, his eyes darting between Lust and Envy.

“But Freddy, this is the better route, its free medical care and no leeches are involved.” Envy said tauntingly at Freddy as they sat smugly on their chair.

“Now now Envy, we mustn’t frighten our little mouse too much, otherwise we might not get the stone.” Lust gently reminded Envy, Freddy not once protesting being called a mouse due to the intense fear of the apartment.

There was absolutely no escape for Freddy as he sat there in sweat, fear, and dread at the horridly makeshift homunculus brand hospital room to await the assumed Doctor Wrath to do something about the missing chunk of flesh. Not a word was uttered from Freddy as he attempted to escape the situation by delving deeply into his own mindspace as a knock on the door ripped him back into reality. Lust got up from her seat to answer the door while Envy took their time to tie up Freddy to his seat to avoid flailing. A rather emotionless woman with chestnut hair came in with an incredibly feral looking child with matted long hair and piranha looking teeth followed closely. 

[needyoulikeaheartbeet]

evermore - first listen

I just realized I never posted this!!! I had also recorded my first listen, but I know I had to take a big break after listening to marjorie because at that point, it had been two days shy of being 1 month since I lost my Nonno.

1. willow It's catchy!!! Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind LOVE WRECK MY PLANS AW SHES OUTSIDE :( Lol'd at 90s trend HECK YEAH

2. champagne problems CUTE PIANO MELODY!!!!!!!!!! The verses! VOCALIZATIONS omg so pretty So soft Whoa bridge and ending omg wow

3. gold rush Trompette Winter feels holidaaaaaaaaaaaay The harmony layering oooooo Rose blush oooooooooooooooo What must it be like Her vocals wow

4. tis the damn season Oooooooooooo so nice guitar good depth neck crunchy The heart im breaking is my own oMF

5. tolerate it  OOO PIANOOOOOOOOo the lyrics???? what the f OW MY SOUL those strings toward the end yessssss

6. no body no crime Nice siren touch HARMONIQUE!!!!!! This feels 2000s SECOND VERSE OOO PLOT TWIST! THE STORY TELLING HEeeeEE THE END ! O 

7. happiness  This sounds sad That is sad wow there was happiness because of me / after me  OOOOOOOOOOOOOO that was so GOOOOOOOD in the bridge melodic then jaw drop (starting 3:06) The build up at the end ahh

8. dorothea THATS SO CUTE HEY DOROTHEA AW The piano makes me want to grab a briefcase and hop to the train station Opheliaa a a a Lol  Youre a queen ! CUTE Stay beautiful reminder? Idk you know you’ll always know me 

9. coney island  nice chorus ooo their voices together and then the instrumentals MUAH chefs kiss NICE BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!! Omg i love their voices together  <3

10. ivy  ALL I SEE IS GREEN LYRICS TOP TIER

11. cowboy like me  OOOOOOOOOOOO YES #4 in mybook so far maybe  Eyes full of stars again!!  OOO THAT GUITARRRRRRRRRRRRR YES Ill pay for it line CUTE  Light harmonica!!! CUTE

12. long story short video game drum beat ok catchy! ee-yeh reminds me of avril lavigne  im all about you !! <3 cute!   Ever and evermore Cute ending

13. marjorie intro - I thought this was like old renaissance helpful guy skipping in to deliver message lol  GOOD LINE at the beginning wow You’re alive, so alive.  Never be so polite you forget your power. And the opposite. WHAT EXCELLENCE Archer style build up This hurts Im crying  The bridge told me it was her grandmother. 

14. closure what is UNIQUE INTRO i love her voice in thissss BEERS AND CANDLES

15. evermore  Nice piano july footsteps pretty sounding I love strings  Rewind tape so pretty  Pain would be forevermore owie :(

________________

a couple months later, when i was ready, evermore was there waiting for me. the appreciation i developed for each song, the solace i found during one of the hardest periods of my life... i cannot put it into words. this album is so special to me.

[elettralightwood]

Ok... So.... I just... It.... Wh.... And then..... Duuuuuuuuuuuuude

THAT WAS SO EPIC AND SO HEARTBREAKING AND SO FUNNY AND I CRIED FIVE FUCKING TIMES WHICH IS VERY RARE FOR ME IN MOVIES, BUT THEN ALSO IT WAS HILARIOUS?? AND I WAS LAUGHING?? AND THEN SUDDENLY SOBBING??? LIKE??? DAMNNNNNNNN

Ok so as you know I've never seen the Toby and Andrew Spiderman films but those guys were AWESOME, they were so so so so so so so funny 💀💀 like... Can't even pick my favourite moment it was all hilarious, and yet even without having seen their spidey films I still cried when Andrew saved MJ?? Cause like?? He got to save her?? I've never even seen Gwen and I know nothing about their relationship but I was SOBBING

The ending... I don't like that can I have a different one please... They don't remember him?? And that's how it ends?!?! Tom Holland had BETTER sign on for another film istg

Just the "I don't wanna do that" from MJ before they forgot him?? HEARTCRUSHING SOUL DESTROYING I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

Somehow it managed to make me nostalgic for the old Spiderman films even though I have never watched them?? Honestly I'm quite impressed that they did that?? And can they undo it cause I'm emo now and now imma have to go back and watch the Toby and Andrew Spidermans and cry even more when Gwen dies bc I know it's coming and I know he got to save MJ

But just the "no" the way his voice sounded when he rushed to save her?? Pure pain I can't

Ughhhhh there's so much to sayyyyyyy that film was hilarious but it also got me right in the feelsssssss

MAY DIED?!?! I DIDN'T KNOW MAY WAS GONNA DIE?!? HIS FACE PETER IS TOO YOUNG FOR THIS THAT WAS SO SAD I WAS SOBBING

Electric eel guy was such a vibe honestly 😂

The fact that we got to watch this in an empty theatre made it even better it was like renting out your own private screening but just paying a regular price, what a time

UGHHHH ELEEEEE I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FILMMMMMM AND IDK WHAT TO DO WITH THEMMMMM IT WAS SO FUNNYYYY AND I MISS ALL THE SPIDERMEN BEING TOGETHERRRRRR IT WAS JUST SO GOOOOOOOD

OK BUT YOUR REACTION IS ACCURATE💀💀

SAMEEEE, i knew who the other spider men were and i knew about Gwen but i’ve never seen those movies. BUT you can bet i was fucking sobbing my heart out when he saved Mj.

Ok but what other best way to describe the ending than your HEARTCRUSHING SOUL DESTROYING CAUSE FUCKING SAME. I’M STILL NOT OK.

“Somehow it managed to make me nostalgic for the old Spiderman films even though I have never watched them?? Honestly I'm quite impressed that they did that?? And can they undo it cause I'm emo now” SAME BESTIE SAMEEEEEE🗣🗣🗣🗣

EXACTLY!!! PETER IS JUST A BOY AND HE WENT THROUGH SO FUCKING MUCH LEAVE THAT BOY ALONE😭

Honestly electric guy and the dr octopus were HILARIOUS

SAMEEEEEE I NEED A MOVIE WITH THE THREE SPIDEY BOYS JUST VIBIBG AND BEING HAPPY TOGETHER

BESTIE I’M LIVING FOT THESE REACTIONS

[magioftheseas]

The Capital Magical Defense Force

For @oumota-events

DAY 1: Magical Boys AU

Rating: T​+

Warnings: Violence, blood, death mentioned, darker implications. Yeah it’s one of those magical au. The daaaaark subversions.

Notes: This is the longest one because we’re starting off with a big bang~ It’s not that long though. It’s just not a ficlet unlike the others. I did really enjoy writing this though. It’s a pretty...fun...au. Yeah. Haha.

Ao3 Link

In just about every world, there are unseen forces to make sure a system works a certain way. That the cogs in the machine turn without fail and that any disturbances are dealt with promptly. These unseen forces can be mundane and dull—but they can also be fantastical...while still incredibly dull.

In this instance, there are two worlds. The dull, mundane one and the dull, fantastical one. The only way to transverse is through contracts between the respective denizens, and it turns out that said contracts are necessary to keep everything in order.

There are benefits, truly. If one world collapses, the other is taken with it. It is within everyone’s best interest that the denizens work together—even if certain manipulations need to be made. After all, the greater good is such a vague and nebulous concept. It’s more encouraging to offer personal gains.

Like, for example, keeping someone alive, be it from sickness or the aftereffects of a horrible, terrible, despairing accident. The desire to live is a powerful force shared among many, both dim-witted and intelligent. It’s an efficient deal to make, especially when the other side of the exchange is not only responsibilities, but special, magical abilities to deal with those responsibilities.

Shame, then, that one particular being blessed with those abilities, those responsibilities, that gift of survival...doesn’t seem to fully appreciate it. Certain arrangements have been made. That being has been assigned to the same areas as another being of a similar caliber, but far more keen to do what must be done.

This is as much an experiment as it is an effort to keep matters under control. Observations are to be as follows...

--

“In the name of the stars, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass!!”

The town hero known as Starboy was being filmed again. Floating about, sending so-called comet punch after comet punch. The monster squealed under the abuse, but it didn’t squeal as much as that fucking eyesore that tailed the magical boy around as he cursed colorfully under his breath.

“This jackass just doesn’t know when to quit!”

“S-Starboy-kun,” the thing whimpered. “Please watch your language! Kids idolize you!”

“Sorry!” Starboy exclaimed, focusing more on the fight thankfully. “It’s just—let me protect the city first!!”

With a battle cry, Starboy summoned all his strength for a starstorm, pummeling the monster more and more until it fizzled out of existence. Starboy was left slumped on the ground and gasping for breath, but still found it in him to whoop for joy.

Unfortunately for him, that moment of victory was short-lived.

“Geeeez, Starboy-chan, I thought you’d really get trampled this time! You didn’t even need any help!” Another magical boy landed on the scene, right next to where the monster had once been and plucking up the fragment which was all that remained.

“H-Hey!” Starboy shouted, more like wheezed. “What the hell—that’s not yours to take!”

“It’s payment for making me worry so much,” he cackled. “You really should be more careful! You don’t want to be killed in the line of duty, now do you?”

Weakened as he was from the fight, dodging Starboy lurching towards him was child’s play.

“D-Dice!!” that eyesore shrieked. “You and Starboy-kun should be working together! Why are you doing this?!”

Dice gave that thing a cold stare, but grinned in Starboy’s direction.

“Because I like you. That’s a lie. I like messing with you. Also a lie! I really—love you, Starboy-chan!”

“Quit messing around!” Starboy gasped. “Y-You—if you need those damn fragments, you don’t have to steal them! You’re a magical boy, aren’t ya?! You should be helping me defend the city! And then I’d split them with ya even!”

Aah. This guy...

“Oh Starboy-chan, I actually, truthfully loathe you,” Dice sighed.

“D-Dice!” the thing shrieked and without looking, Dice had fired a beam that knocked the pitifully contemptible creature out, much to Starboy’s dismay.

“S-SHIROKUMA...!”

Before he could go to help, however, Dice had seized the bow of his uniform, yanking him to not-quite eye level.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’d stop bothering with that thing and join me instead.”

Starboy only scowled.

“Why the hell would I join you when you act like a villain! I-If I could, I’d beat your ass too...!”

Such a remark gets Dice shoving him back, knocking him onto the ground. Starboy glared up at him defiantly, his stare only darkening as Dice grinned.

“It’s a joke, obviously!” he chirped. “After all—what sort of desperate loser would want to ally with an idiot like you?”

Starboy shouted at him, but whatever he shouted, he was already long gone. Starboy shouted again but, being the justice-obsessed type, he switched gears to muster up the strength to go stumbling after the fainted Shirokuma. Scooping the pitiful bear head-looking creature into his hands, Starboy avoided the incoming paparazzi and gracious civilians and rushed off to safety.

The ideal worker. Starboy will be a great boon of energy in the future once his limit is reached.

--

“Dice is such a fucking dick,” Kaito grumbles, rubbing ointment onto his bruises. “We’re both working for the same thing but for no reason at all, he’s self-serving and a piece of shit.”

He observes himself in the mirror, rubbing at the circles under his eyes. He’s been going at this whole magical boy hero thing for almost a year. It’s getting harder and harder, but for the sake of the city, he can’t give up. He’s its protector, after all.

Still, it’s getting difficult. His wastebasket is filled with bloodied tissue and bandages. Shirokuma, at least, is currently resting in a bucket of warm water. Dice’s attack had been as sudden as it was vicious, and for what?

“Why is he such a dick?” Kaito asks, but Shirokuma hums.

“Some people...are just bad. It can’t be helped. I’m sorry if that sounds despairing, Momota-kun.”

“Bad, huh.”

It’s not the first time he’s gotten that answer. When he describes Dice to his sidekicks, he more or less gets the same response. Harumaki even goes out of her way to call Dice a supervillain, which Shuuichi agrees to, but...

Here’s a secret that no one else knows. The crack in the foundation so painstakingly paved for black and white heroism.

Dice has saved his life more than once. When blood rushed up his throat and his knees buckled in, Dice would swoop in and let him save face. It would be passed off as Dice once again taking advantage of the situation...but it always, always happens when Kaito is facing death head-on.

Dice is a dick. A self-serving piece of shit. Possibly a supervillain.

He’s also definitely looking out for Starboy. It’s happened too consistently for Kaito to be convinced it’s unintentional.

If Dice insists on helping him, then surely he can’t be a bad person...except he still acts like a bad person most of the time.

What a headache.

“Feeling better, Momota-kun?” Shirokuma chirps up at him in that big sweet voice that Kaito can’t say no to, even when he probably should.

“Never better!”

A thumps-up. A wide grin. Doing his damnedest to pretend like his lungs don’t want to collapse in on themselves.

--

“Starboy-chan is such a fucking idiot.”

Ouma slams his chest of fragments shut. He still hasn’t figured out what the damn things do, but Shirokuma insists on collecting them so they must be important in some sense. Sure, Shirokuma says that it’s something to do with negative energy and restoring balance, blah, blah, blah—but Shirokuma is a piece of shit liar. And Ouma hates liars.

But he thinks he hates Starboy the most. Or, at least, he finds Starboy to be the most frustrating dumbass in the galaxy.

Because it’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s obvious that Shirokuma is shady as all get out. It’s obvious that there is something deeply wrong with the magical boy system. There have been so many disappearances and it’s suspicious as all get out how Starboy in particular is being worked to the bone and pushed to the brink.

There’s something seriously wrong with all of it.

Ouma just needs to figure out what before everything goes wrong.

--

To become a magical boy, one needs resolve. To encourage magical boys, a wish is often granted to sweeten—and seal the deal. Ouma’s was a cowardly, stupid wish that he’s still kicking himself for to this day, although in hindsight he should be glad it was so simple. The worthless wish to live as everyone else was dead around him.

He’s still haunted by their faces. He should’ve wished for them but couldn’t. He was targeted and tricked, and now he’s stuck. But the least he can do is make everything difficult for those monsters along the way.

Starboy—aka Momota Kaito...well. Ouma doesn’t know what his wish was, but he suspects it’s as stupidly noble and short-sighted as he’s come to expect.

Oh, yes, he knows that Starboy is Momota Kaito. Who wouldn’t know that? They look the same—although Ouma suspects that magic is at play since no civilians have made the connection. Not even Saihara Shuuichi, a would-be detective.

It’s clear, however, that Saihara-chan has noticed the effects.

“This is the fourth time you’ve had to clear your throat, Momota-kun.”

Momota clears his throat again. He musters up a laugh.

“It’s just been dry. No big deal. You worry too much.”

“Gooooooodness, Momota-kun!” Ouma crowed, skipping in. “Are you dying?! Please, please don’t die! I haven’t even gotten to tell you how much I love you!”

Momota recoils when Ouma jumps on him. Saihara shrieks in surprise but Momota only growls as he tries to shake the brat off.

“Let—GO!”

Ouma does, but not without jabbing the back of Momota’s knee and causing him to topple over. Saihara rushes to steady him, shooting Ouma quite the ugly look. Ouma shrugs that off.

“Whatever it is you’re doing is killing you,” he merely states. “So, you should stop lest you traumatize my poor Saihara-chan.”

“I...” Saihara swallowed, looking like he’d hate to agree but when it came to Momota... “You shouldn’t overwork yourself, Momota-kun.”

“I’m fine,” Momota slurred. “Totally fine. I’m a goddamn Luminary, Shuuichi...” He says he’s fine while learning into Saihara. It’s a bright sunny day. People are no doubt stealing glances, and Momota no doubt has to hide his exhausted face in his sidekick’s shoulder. It’s a good thing Harukawa isn’t here.

Ouma scoffed. Saihara shot him another glare.

“If you’re just here to mess with Momota-kun, you can leave.”

Saihara’s hands tighten on Momota. Goodness, it really is like Ouma is the supervillain tormenting the tired hero.

How boring.

Ouma turns heel, smiling as he waves them off.

I shouldn’t bother. I shouldn’t have to bother.

--

No matter how many times he’s thought that, he ends up in this situation. With Starboy exhausted on the ground and a fragment pinched so firmly between his fingers that it’s this close to embedding itself in the skin. Shirokuma floats around Starboy.

“He’s getting close,” Shirokuma is saying. “He won’t be able to take much more. How despairing. So despairing.”

Ou—Dice swats the thing to the ground. It giggles up at him.

“You can’t save him, you weren’t able to save your other friends. Just give up, Dice-kun. Give into despair.”

It’s laughing, its laughter resounding even as Dice stomps the thing to bits. It’ll just reshape itself and find Momota again. No matter what he does, he can’t get rid of it. It’s part of a damn hivemind after all.

Sighing, Dice goes to Starboy once again, and Starboy is lying there almost prone. Looking painfully pale. His breathing is shallow. At least he’s still alive.

But for how much longer? And what am I even doing wasting my time with this idiot? No matter what I tell him or how bad he gets, he refuses to back down and Shirokuma just eggs him on.

He gets down, rolling Starboy onto his back. Starboy groans and for a moment, he blearily comes to.

“Di...ce... You...again...” There’s a couple of missing words. It’s clearly difficult for Starboy to speak. He groans, eyes screwing shut. When Dice helps him sit up, he coughs and there’s a thin stream of blood that trickles down his chin. “U-Urgh...hurts bad.”

“Well, yeah. You don’t take breaks, idiot.” Ouma tutted him. “Some of the monsters you take are mooks. You shouldn’t waste your time.”

“S-Shuuut,” Starboy slurs. He coughs again. “I’m...s’posed to be...a hero. A-A... Luminary.”

It’s because of shit like this that made it was so easy for Ouma to find Momota in the first place.

And Starboy—fucking laughs.

“Even through that stupid mask of yours, I can tell you’re disproving.” He musters up a bit more strength to speak, for all the good that’s doing him. “You’re really worried, huh?”

“I don’t trust Shirokuma,” Dice said simply. “You shouldn’t either.”

Starboy swallows. No doubt swallows back blood. He sucks in his breath. He shakes. He tries to shake his head specifically. Ends up slumping against him. Dice isn’t as gentle with him as Saihara was, but Dice still has little choice but to help him up.

“Stay with me,” Dice ordered. “You’re not allowed to die.”

He’s wasting his breath. Starboy’s definitely going to die at this rate even if it’s not today. All because—

“I’m a hero,” Starboy is slurring. “Heroes don’t—take breaks...they don’t leave people to die.”

“You’re not a hero,” Dice snapped. One step at a time. “You’re just an idiot.”

“It’s not...not about trust...” Starboy huffs at him next. “Not that...you’d understand that... Ouma.”

Dice doesn’t pause. Far from it.

...idiot.

Ouma Kokichi wonders if it’s a coincidence that he and Momota ended up in this situation together.

...

That’s right. Momota Kaito is going to bring you down. The hero! The Luminary! Won’t that be the Ultimate Despair?

(That’s how she would respond.)

Ouma Kokichi, always so close and yet so far, can’t focus on that right now. He has to save the life of a dying man after all. The results are sure to be favorable.

And yet, also so very—predictable.

Boring.

[mag200]

my initial reactions to red tv

(i wrote this down on my first listen thru but was way too exhausted that night to post it lol)

state of grace: it sounds like, kinda rushed but i think that’s probably just me being a little anxious cause its one of my favorite songs. she sounds fantastic oh my god the notes

red: OH HELL YEAH SHE SOUNDS GOOOOOOOD. the guitar!! the production!! im obsessed this song was already so good and just feels like revitalized now i love it. THE BRIIIIIDDGE. it fucks!!!

treacherous: oh she sounds so soft and good its stunning how much her voice has matured in the last decade. gorgeous incredible showstopping. the background vox are perfection

ikywt: oh it slaps i knew it would. the beat drop sounds a little more modern i love it. i can hear so much more in the background its so cool.

all too well: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 she sounds so good but im crying oh god.

22: oh this is so good and fun. i love that shes almost 32 singing this you can hear her having fun with it. it definitely sounds less authentically young than the og does but i think her voice and the production are also more pleasant to listen to now. im so excited for anyone whos 22 right now and has this.

i almost do: ohh the “i cant say hello to you” line hit DIFFERENT i love it. the guitar coming thru in the last chorus actually reminds me so much of debut era which i am SO excited to hear rerecorded. god she can do things with ballads now that she couldnt before and its so good. like 3 separate syllables in “mess” in “we made quite a mess babe” it sounds excellent.

wanegbt: shes gotten so good at the singing-like-shes-talking thing the snark comes thru so strong blondie i love u. its a bop it sounds so great. the “wheeeEEE” is so high pitched but i think its funny

stay stay stay: oh her voice sounds softer i really like it. the fake country twang has returned lol good for her. recreating the giggle “its so fun” at the end feels Mildly weird to me but whatever its cute.

the last time: OH HI GARY LIGHTBODY his vocals sound soo good. IS THAT A HEARTBEAT IN THE BACKGROUND. UHHhhhhh??? OH. OH WOW. aAHh. okay!! okay. i feel normal and fine. this fucks. everything sounds so clear. its cinematic. groundbreaking spectacular.

holy ground: YEAH YEAH YEAHHHHHHH BABEYYYY. god she sounds so fucking good im losing braincells. i was hoping she’d do the deep throaty joan jett “DUST!!” she did at that one 2017 (i think?) show but its still good.

sad beautiful tragic: this needs to be in a movie someone needs to use tbis. fuck its good. this song doesnt need a big show to be spectacular its just so fucking cutthroat shes just such a good writer.

the lucky one: her singing this after 2016 hits different huh ah its soo good tho. ppl always slept on this one but its a banger.

everything has changed: good lord this album is long. ok. ed sheeran sucks but its a good song. i dont like that i can hear more of eds backing vox in taylors lines hes so annoying.“all i know is pouring rain” always fuckin gets me its good. she sounds stunning.

starlight: i am literally a barbie on the boardwalk. she sounds SO GOOD god!!! this bitch really tried so hard to become a kennedy. go girlboss. the new production does so much for this song i love it.

begin again: this songs perfect always has been always will be <33

the moment i knew: he literally didnt go to her birthday party…. anyway hhghh ive always loved this one its just so big and sparkly and dramatic and heartbreaking.

come back be here: yeah yeahhhh yeAHHHH always been in like my top ten songs im so glad to have this. not much different rlly but her vocals are insane. love u blondie

girl at home: OHHH IFS SO DIFFERENT AND COOL!!! i love the og but i think taylor was like no one likes this so i can do what i want. anyway its VERY cool & reminds me of 1989 and rep. girl isnt at home shes in a club i think. i like it!!

state of grace acoustic: mystical and enchanting <333

ronan: yeah i cant handle this song im listening to it once for release night but probably wont be listening much its too rough. she sounds good but christ dude.

better man: oooh the melody changes are interesting. i think its gonna grow on me i kinda liked the stripped back country approach to it more but i like hearing taylor do it more than little big town.

nothing new: PHHHOOOOEEEEBE!!! she got a verse <33 oh fuck these lyrics hits hard. women.

babe: what about your PROMISES PROMISES??? what ABOUT them!!! hearing this in her voice just hits different.

message in a bottle: ooh this is SO glittery sparkly christmas pop. like this sounds like a christmas song. this is the prelude to christmas tree farm. its cute!! it feels like a disney song lmao i like it tho

i bet you think about me: it sounds so good i rlly enjoy the sound but this is SO funny does taylor think shes poor? im sorry girlie do you think you grew up a poor working class farm girl?? bestie???????? its a good song tho. fuck the gyllenhaals. “your organic shoes” ajdjfjjsjdjd get his ass

forever winter: the way im getting i’d lie vibes from this omg. love it. its another christmas pop ballad. im convinced im hearing sleigh bells in the background. good for her.

run: tragically im forced to really like a song that has ed sheeran in it. wish they would stop doing this to me hes so annoying but its a rlly good song. kinda reminds me of dead hearts by stars.

the very first night: they dont know!! about the night!! in the hotel!!!!!! the prologue to dress. once again this is quite clearly a christmas bop. did taylor want to write an og christmas album in 2012??? this is very fun tho im enjoying it.

all too well 10mv: mentally im unwell. blondie signed my death certificate w this one. like. oh wow. all the new lore about this rlly changes the perspective on this relationship and makes it sound so much more toxic than the og atw did. “ILL GET OLDER BUT YOUR LOVERS WILL STAY MY AGE.” im revving my chainsaw. im crying in a river. the production!!! i rlly like the drums and the light synth its different but not too different from the original. the lyrics holy fuck taylors taking no hostages. “just between us did the love affair maim you too?” i wasnt even there and it maimed me so. that outro is so haunting she literally sounds like a ghost.

[ao3feed-lifeisstrange]

I Can’t Speak (And I Can’t Listen)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bXtvsjP

by Peanutbutterassistant

Novelization of the second half of the third episode of Life is Strange “Chaos Theory”.

  “This is the greatest day of my life.” Chloe said, her voice hushed. “Max, that gave me chills. Can I be totally honest? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Your… parents getting divorced?”

“I-“ Chloe shook her. “No stupid, you! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen! Who knew you could be so fierce? You are like my favorite person, oh my Goooooood!”

Max laughed a little, under her breath. “You sound high.”

“Yuh huh!” Chloe agreed, giddy and grinning.

Words: 22798, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Oncoming Storm Warning (Life is Strange Novelization)

Fandoms: Life is Strange (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Maxine "Max" Caulfield, Chloe Price (Life is Strange), Joyce Price, David Madsen, Nathan Prescott, Frank Bowers

Relationships: Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price

Additional Tags: Just when it gets better it gets worse yay, Novelization, Max and the looming cloud of guilt makes a comeback, TW for sus age gap relationships (mentioned not shown), TW for panic attacks and breakdowns

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bXtvsjP

[nbrook29]

💞 my sobbe fic recs part 2 💞

I did the first part in October but since then we have been blessed with so many good fics that I needed to do another one! We are currently experiencing a sobbe drought so these fics are helping us to get through it basically ✌🏻

Part One

✔ if there’s a fic on this list that you decided to give a shot and loved it, please remember about leaving a comment under it to let the author know that

Let’s go!

1k - 5k

let me be your man (let me hold your hand) by thekardemomme (@wlwharrys) | T

Summary: “what if i hold your hands?” robbe asks, voice gentle and soft, all teasing completely gone. sander turns to look at him, and robbe just gives him an encouraging smile. “will that make you feel more comfortable?”at first, sander wants to say no. he’s an adult, he should totally be able to drop in without needing to hold his boyfriend’s hands. but then he looks down the length of the ramp again, and he ends up nodding.

Sander learning how to skateboard. Basically, A FIC WE ALL NEEDED and this writer provided amazingly.

you just own it by noobishere | G

Summary: He bites his lip as he unhooks the jacket, feeling like he's five years old again, snooping around his mother's closet and trying on her heels.(a.k.a the one where robbe wears sander's clothes)

You know, with this writer it’s like, you see who wrote it and you just know it’s gonna be good. And it may be the most trivial idea but they always turn it into something fun. Oh and the pencil line is living in my mind rent free 🤣

paper rings by thekardemomme (@wlwharrys) | T

Summary: When Sander’s nose twitches, causing him to make this soft little whimpering sound, Robbe can’t help himself. He leans forward enough to kiss Sander’s forehead again, and then he dots one on each cheek, and then finally on his nose.“I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers.

Angsty flugg with such a cute ending, where are my tissues at 🥺🤧

It’s My Turn by isaksliveterna (@to-enter-polaris) | T

Summary: Just little Sander moments through Robbe's eyes as he makes the anniversary video.

Remember Even’s video to Isak? This is sobbe’s version and it’s oh so cute 🥰

5k - 10k

All You’ve Got to Do Is Win by berrevy | T

Summary: “Careful, now.”“Or what?” Robbe walks off, over to his side of the net, voice raising as he goes. “You may as well just draw a picture of you winning cos that’s the only way it’s gonna happen.”It's Sander's turn to splutter. "Jesus...who are you and what have you done with Robbe? Where did this little savage come from?"(or, how that tennis match might've played out)

Oh my god, for me this is perfection ❤ This author can truly capture the real essence of sobbe. And to think I completely missed that fic the last time!

dreaming of you by ivy_seas | E

Summary: Snow, gift giving, wrapping presents, watching movies in bed (+ other activities in bed), celebrating Christmas together.

Sobbe preparing for Christmas together, just the perfect amount of fluff I needed 🤗

you’re my stars... and everything in between by aurorawinds (@robbesdriesen) | M

Summary: A Star-Crossed Lovers, Romeo & Juliet inspired, AU where Robbe and Sander are the sons of Antwerp’s two most rivaling families of tech companies, head over heels in love with one another as they find it more and more difficult each day to hide their relationship from their families. To hide their love.

Are you kidding me. Romeo and Juliet sobbe AU?! I was so into it from the very beginning, THEY ARE SO CUTE OH MY GOD and the angst oh yes

Taking pictures of you as the light came through by allforyoumylove | M

Summary: Robbe photographs Sander in bed. Things take a steamy turn.

It’s not easy to write the perfect amount of fluff as I tend to not like the overly fluffy stories. Somehow this writer always hits the mark and delivers just what I love.

You say you want your freedom by ayellowcurtain (@ayellowcurtain) | G

Summary: Sander is going away for two weeks to do some college stuff with his teacher. He doesn't tell Robbe right away, but he needs time.

This was really interesting and quite different from the usual approach I would say. I think there are very few fics with sobbe “fighting” and I love me a little angst sometimes so this was just *chef’s kiss* 😍 Also, I liked how *spoiler* the ending isn’t just Sander’s bff suddenly liking Robbe but that they rather work around it.

time may change me but I can’t trace time by abittersweetsong (@honeyandsinn) | T

Summary: “You’re my best friend and I love you.”It’s a simple admission and it settles gently in Robbe’s soul Or Robbe and Sander find each other in every universe, but in this one they're best friends first

This is WIP and as a rule I don’t include WIPs in those recs but I’m gonna make an exception because I absolutely loved it and I need this writer to come back and post more 🥺 I’m in love with their writing style and how they make me care about these characters so much ❤

10k - 20k

sander driesen versus mistletoe by dottori | T

Summary: it’s not a fair match. (or, sobbe go on a christmas date, and sander really wants a kiss under the mistletoe.)

This is a very fluffy fluff so proceed with caution 😂 I liked the Christmas vibe here a lot.

hop in the corolla by noobishere | E

Summary: “Oh dear,” Robbe’s mother cuts in. “You haven’t even started your trip and you’re already at each other’s throats.”Sander takes immense pleasure in the way Robbe’s eyes widen in panic, and before Robbe can even warn him with his glares, Sander is already saying, all too gleefully.“We’re always at each other’s throats.”(a.k.a sobbe's summer road trip)

“I found it. It's official. I found the best sobbe fic.” This is the comment I left and I’m still standing by it. It has so many small gems, it’s just UGH. So goooooood 🤩🤩🤩

my hand around the base of you holy neck by allforyoumylove | E

Summary: “All Robbe knew was that Sander was rubbing his hand up and down his back, nails scraping his skin gently, that he smelled like safety, sweet and warm, and that there was nowhere he would rather be than in his arms.”(aka the one where Robbe and Sander are “just” friends with benefits, but the amount of times they call each other ‘baby’ and the way they can’t fucking stop kissing begs to differ.)

Friends to lovers AU. One of my favorite tropes. It’s smutty and fluffy at the same time which, you know, perfection.

Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by berrevy | M

Summary: Robbe bites down on his lip, shaking his head. “You make a habit of luring boys into your lair?”“Only the pretty ones. Don’t worry, schatje, there’s nothing to be afraid of. And if there is,” Sander shrugs, taking a few more steps backwards, “I’ll protect you.”(aka the boys go on their own private Halloween adventure)

So basically, it was Halloween and wtFOCK so DID NOT deliver and we were all pissed off but then this writer came in and gave us what we deserved. Thanks to this fic I discovered this writer’s other story that is one of my sobbe favorites. Oh the symbolism in this fic. I’m just a big fan of this writer’s style in general 🥰

20k+

this rough magic by aholynight (@aholynight) | M

Summary: Though he’s a sixth-prefect and the newest member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Muggleborn Robbe can still hardly believe that he’s made of magic. Sander is the seventh-year Gryffindor beater whose wild behavior and delinquent reputation precedes him. Though Robbe desperately wants to believe in the angel-faced boy he sees in front of him—and ignore the rumors of Sander’s devilish behavior—he’s not sure his heart can afford the risk. But when Sander and Robbe are left in a nearly-empty Hogwarts over the Christmas holiday, avoiding Sander might no longer be an option.

I don’t know how I could have missed this one in my last fic rec. Sobbe in Hogwarts. During Christmas. I mean, I’m sold from the start but on top of that this also has a captivating story and made me go 🥺

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Mabel’s All-in-One Guide to Being a Shooting Star: How to Avoid Being Caught and Other Tips You Should Know

Chapter Three: Not Dipper

A big ol thank you to @edward-or-ford and @pacific-ship!

He’s so tall and handsome as hell; he’s so bad but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins.- Taylor Swift, Wildest Dreams

Warmth.

Warmth and safety.

Those were the first things Mabel noticed when she woke up for those few brief seconds, the first things she could recall feeling. She was too tired to open her eyes, and her head was freaking killing her, but there was warmth seeping into her skin like melted butter into bread, and something smelled remarkably good.

It wasn’t a familiar smell, not by any means, but she found she liked it quite a lot. She turned her face towards the warm, smooth fabric the scent was coming from, nuzzling it happily with a small smile.

It didn’t help her killer headache, of course, but her bed or whatever it was, it smelled goooooood, and she was all for it.

She felt as if nothing could touch her, there in that little bubble of delicious-smelling warmth, and she wondered idly if Dipper was around, because she only ever felt so happy and safe when she was with him.

When had she seen him last, again? Mabel couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember anything, really.

Oh well. Whatever. She was warm. She was safe. She was comfortable. She was happy. She smiled again, just a little bit, as her thoughts faded when she lost consciousness again.

She would not be so content when she woke the second time.

———————————————————————

There was a throbbing in her skull. An intense kind, particularly in her temples and behind her eyes. It hurt worse when she opened her eyes, and it took them several rapid blinks to adjust to lights that were actually quite dim, but with her concussion headache, they seemed ridiculously bright against the blue ceiling.

“Yeesh,” she muttered, sitting up on the… was that a chaise? Yup, okay, that was definitely a chaise. She’d never even seen one in person; those things were for fancy people. Mabel had always been many things, but fancy most certainly wasn’t one of them.

Anyway, she was sitting up on the super-duper fancy chaise, her hands supporting her. “My head, what in the…” Dammit, her wrists and arms hurt, too, those were, ugh, were those rope marks? They sure looked like rope marks.

There was a sound nearby when she spoke loud enough to be heard, but Mabel’s head was throbbing so loudly in her ears that she couldn’t hear much of anything. She massaged the skin on her wrists, trying to get the soreness to dissipate. It didn’t.

And then the whole thing came rushing back.

Shit. Was she married to the gnomes now? Was that gonna be her life? No, no, it was fine, gnome marriage wasn’t legally binding, she didn’t think, and even if it was, it wasn’t legal for somebody to marry a whole bunch of people at once, and it definitely wasn’t legal for that somebody to be an unwilling participant. Therefore, any marriage contracts they may or may not have drawn up were null and void, legally speaking. Which meant she needed to escape. Which meant she needed to figure out where she was.

Wait, what about the blood-gnome? What was up with that? Or, shit, the floating glow-dude! What the heckity hecking heckfire was going on with that shiz?

Suddenly, out of nowhere (or perhaps not truly nowhere; she just hadn’t examined where she was just yet, as she hadn’t looked up), a pair of arms wrapped around her, and her head was squished against a very masculine, yummy-smelling (the same smell as before, actually! What a lovely coincidence!) chest. Mr. Hugglebus reached up and threaded his fingers through Mabel’s hair, holding her head against him.

“Mabel,” a voice whispered, like its owner couldn’t believe he was getting to say her name. It was familiar, but also very much not, and Mabel was, like, off-the-charts levels of confuzzled. “Mabel,” the voice said again. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

It was hard to think with the pounding in her ears, but she did her best to ignore it.

She had bigger things to deal with than a headache, no matter how nasty it was.

“Wh- whoa there, friend,” Mabel said shakily, putting her hand on his chest and pushing away from him lightly. Mr. Hugglebus pulled back enough for Mabel to get a proper look at him, and…

Wait.

What?

“Dipper?” she gasped. He said nothing. “What is up with your hair, man?” she laughed. “Or- or your getup, like! What? You goin’ to a fancy party or something? No, no, wait!” she was giggling, and it hurt her head, but it was just so goddamn good to see him she didn’t care. “Okay okay, I know! You’re doing, like, a knock-off impersonation of Gideon, right?” He furrowed his brow, annoyance filling his ice blue eyes.

But… wait. Ice blue eyes? Dipper has brown eyes. They were identical to hers. She knew this. She’d stared into those stupid-beautiful eyes of his a bazillion and one times. She knew her bro bro’s eyes, aight? She knew those suckers. This guy, though. This guy was different. Like. Different different.

“Are you… are you Dipper? ‘Cause like. The Dipster I know won’t even wear color contacts for cosplay purposes, and those eyes ain’t blue naturally, so…”

It was several moments before he finally spoke. He was gazing at her with this weirdly intense look in his eyes (holy crap, those eyes, they were so pretty, nobody’s eyes should be allowed to be that freakin’ blue) she’d never seen on anyone before.

“I’m not… your Dipper,” his emphasis the ‘your’ was strange, condescending, as if he loathed saying it.

She scooted away, her back hitting the arm of the chaise.

All she could think about was a gnome drenched in blood, babbling in terror before exploding violently.

”Then who are you?” she whispered, eyes wide.

He smiled, and not unkindly, either. It was… strange. It was a kind smile from someone who didn’t look like such things came to them naturally. It was nothing like her twin’s smile.

Nothing like it at all.

It did something to her insides. Something she didn’t understand. Something she didn’t know how to interpret or name.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, keeping his distance, his legs twitching as if he wanted to get closer to her. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Okay,” she said, not believing him in the slightest. ‘Cause. Like. The blood-gnome. Had that been him? Had he done that? She hadn’t seen it, but in retrospect, it totally made sense for him to have done that somehow. “But who are you?” she asked again.

“I’m something of an… alternate version of the Dipper you know.” The more he spoke, the more she found his voice to be different and strange. Plus, he looked so similar to Dipper, but Mabel only ever saw her bro’s birthmark once in a blue moon. This guy had it front and center, and his hair was slicked back, and she lowkey wanted to touch it, just to see what it felt like. His voice was deeper than Dipper’s. More monotone, too. It was bizarre.

It was… it was attractive, is what it was. His look and attitude, the whole shebang, it was just insanely attractive. Wait, no, no! Mabel thought to herself. It’s cool, Mabel girl, you’re all good, everything’s a-okay, it’s just that he looks like your bro, alright? No big deal. Well, okay, you shouldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts about your bro, either, but we’re well past that.

“Alternate… version…?” Wait. Shit. Maybe he was… “Are you the anti-Dipper?” She whispered frantically, trying to back away more as if her back wasn’t already firmly pressed against the armrest. “There’s tons of different versions of me, I know that, but I’ve never seen another version of Dipper, and you look just freakin’ like him except for your whole… style and general demeanor, I guess, so-“ she was trying to get up, but holy hot pockets, that was some serious dizziness right there.

Moreover, was there another Mabel in this universe? She hadn’t seen another Mabel in years. It’d be… interesting to see one again. Wait, shit, if he was the anti-Dipper, there was the anti-Mabel somewhere around there, and Mabel was not at all confident she could currently best the anti-Mabel in a fight. And something told her the anti-Mabel wasn’t exactly one for fighting fair and waiting till she was ready. She wasn’t the meme-worth Inigo Montoya, and this wasn’t The Princess Bride.

Dammit.

Wait, he’d said he’d never expected to see her again. And she’d definitely never met him before, she would’ve remembered a fancy, older version of her bro, which could only mean he was talking about the other Mabel. Had something happened to her? Had she left, maybe?

“I’m not,” he cut in quickly, moving towards her slowly, like she was a feral cat ready to book it at any moment. “I’m not the… anti-Dipper, or whatever it was you said.”

She looked around. They appeared to be in some sort of dressing room. No, wait, it was Gideon’s dressing room! Except it wasn’t, because Not-Dipper was there, lounging on the ultra-fancy chaise as if he owned it, which he might very well have done, because Not-Dipper didn’t exactly look like he was a broke college student.

He looked like he used hundred dollar bills as tissues like Woody Harrelson in Zombieland.

Still very much fighting the urge to attempt to GTFO, as the kids say, Mabel turned back to him. “What are you, then?” He blinked for a moment, as if he were surprised, and then she belted out more questions. “What’s your name? How old are you? You don’t look like you’re the same age as me, which is weird if we’re kinda-sorta-pseudo-twins. Why am I here? Where even is here? How-“

“Okay, let’s do this properly, shall we?” He tilted his head when he spoke, the corners of his lips curling upwards in another one of those strange smiles that did something to Mabel’s insides. “One question at a time,” he said, holding up a long, slender finger. “You can ask me anything you want, and I promise to answer truthfully. However,” he crossed one leg over the other, his foot dangling off his knee, the arm closest to her draping casually over the back of the chaise, “for every question I answer, I get to ask one of you in return. You don’t have to answer me, of course, but if you choose not to, that’ll be the end of our little game,” he paused for a moment. “For the time being, at least. Sound fair?”

She nodded hesitantly. She could stop at any time, right?

“Go ahead, then,” he waved the hand that dangled haphazardly over the chaise.

“What’s your name?”

“Mason William Gleeful, but I’ve always been called Dipper,” he said easily, as if he’d been fully expecting that very question.

“Because of the birthmark, I assume,” Mabel was very careful not to phrase it as a question, not to raise the pitch in her voice at the end of her sentence. She didn’t know how he’d react if she asked two questions in a row.

“A fair assumption,” he agreed with a slight nod and another one of those smiles. Ugh. Could ya not, man? Like, for real, Mabel thought. His smile was most definitely not helping her nausea. “And your name? Your full name, if you would.”

“Oh, um,” was she seriously forgetting her own name? Jeez, Mabel, get it together, he’s not Dipper, get over it! “M- Mabel Caroline Pines,” she managed to stutter out.

“Pines, hm? Interesting. Alright then. Shall I go along with your other questions from before, as well?”

She shook her head. “Actually, I was wondering about your last name,” he raised his eyebrows at her and motioned for her to continue. “There’s a sort of… psychic, I guess is what you’d call him, in my universe, and he has that last name. Is that… I mean… we are in what looks like his dressing room, so…”

“I did shows here,” he said quietly, a strange look in his eye, as if he wasn’t seeing her despite looking right at her. “Once upon a time.”

“Oh. I see,” she squeaked out.

His gaze sharpened on her again, and he was moving closer to her, and Mabel tried to back up further, her sneakers scrambling against the fabric of the chaise. Eeek way too close way too close back the fudge up, man, what are you even-

“Why were you in his dressing room?” He was right in front of her face by that point, like waaaaaaay too close, ‘cause their noses were almost brushing and she could see each individual eyelash, and god his eyes were even more startlingly beautiful up close, and she wanted to reach up and touch-

No no no no, bad, bad Mabel, he’s not your Dipper, this is a different version! she told herself firmly. No touchy!

“We gave each other makeovers,” she said, trying very hard to keep her voice even. When he raised his eyebrows at her, she got mildly defensive. “I was twelve! He was… I dunno, ten or eleven! Jeez!” He chuckled at that, then leaned away from her, satisfied with her answer, she supposed, and resumed his previous position as if he’d never moved from it at all.

As if he hadn’t just sent a chill down her spine that was… not altogether unpleasant, which was significantly more concerning than it would’ve been if she’d hated every second he’d been near her.

She pursed her lips and put it from her mind. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” he said easily. “And you?”

“Nineteen,” she told him quietly, surprised at his age. She glanced at the foot he’d balanced on his knee.

His shoes were fancy, too. Everything about him seemed to be. “Not what you were expecting, I see,” he observed from her expressions. Damn her and her expressive face!

“Well, it makes sense, because you certainly look older than… than my Dipper.” Her voice shook on the word ‘my’.

His hand clenched into a fist.

She didn’t know what to think of it. Was he angry, or did it mean nothing?

“But it also doesn’t make sense, because if it’s a parallel universe, we should be the same age, I would think.”

“Well, not necessarily,” Not-Dipper reasoned. “In some universes, time moves at different rates, from what I’ve gathered. In our case, it’s the same, but it seems I was born earlier. I was born in 1993, whereas you were born in…” he thought for a moment, tilting his head to the side. “1999.”

“Oh.” She’d never noticed that when interacting with other Mabels. Perhaps it was simply because she was too preoccupied with not dying. It had seemed rather urgent at the time.

“Indeed,” he nodded. “So, your questions,” he reminded her after a few seconds of silence.

“Right.” What had they been again? He kept looking at her, she had to get him to stop doing that. It was distracting. His eyes were distracting. She couldn’t think when they were in her, dammit. Oh! That was it! “Where are we?”

“My universe. I found you with and brought you here through a portal,” he stuck a hand in his pocket. “If you meant the locale, however, as I said before, this was our-“ he cut himself off, took a breath. “My dressing room until several years ago, when I stopped performing.”

“I… see,” she said slowly. So where was the other Mabel, then? Shouldn’t there be a fancy, blue-eyed, properly Adult™ version of herself somewhere? She looked around the dressing room (holy crapinoli, she didn’t think she’d ever seen so much blue in one room), but there were no signs of a woman anywhere. There were no perfume bottles or makeup on the vanity, no dresses on the clothing rack, nothing.

How strange.

“Why were you in Gravity Falls?” He asked.

“To get away.” Helooked at her questioningly. Did it count if it was an unspoken question? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t risking it. “I needed an escape. College can be… stressful.”

That wasn’t the full reason, of course, but she wasn’t lying, either.

“Interesting.” He tapped his fingers on his leg. How could a person’s fingers be pleasant to look at?

“Why did you bring me here?”

“You needed help,” he said simply, shrugging a shoulder. He winced slightly when he did, but just a bit; the change in expression so minor she wasn’t sure she’d seen it at all. “However did you find yourself kidnapped by gnomes, of all things? Gnomes who wanted you for their queen, no less.”

She looked away. It’d been a long time since she had fought against anything but class schedules and exams she wasn’t prepared for.

“They… caught me off guard,” she told him quietly. “They tried something similar when I was a kid, but they lost. It never occurred to me that they might try again.”

“Gnomes are persistent little things,” he mused. “They dislike losing, and they are quite stubborn. It stands to reason that they’d try again if you’d beaten them before.”

“What… what did you do?” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “To the gnomes, I mean. Unless, of course, I’m misremembering, because there is every chance I am, what with the concussion I very likely have and all, so if I am just say the word, but it seemed pretty dang clear that-“

“I killed them,” he said bluntly. His face was bored, disinterested. Apathetic, even. It didn’t even seem to be bothering him. How could it not be bothering him? Unless…

Unless he’d killed before.

The human brain could get used to just about anything if given enough time.

“You- you killed them,” her voice was horrified, she knew. She could hear it in her tone. Yeah, she’d wanted to get away from them, she’d wanted them to leave her alone, and maybe she’d even wanted to give them a good whack, but she hadn’t wanted them dead.

“Of course I did,” he sounded surprised at her reaction. “They hurt you. They were going to hurt you far worse.”

“I know that,” she whispered. “I know that. But that doesn’t give you the right to just… you can’t be someone’s judge, jury, and executioner. That’s not right.”

“I only did it to save you, Mabel.” She had only heard Not-Dipper say her name once before.

It was different than when Dipper said it. Maybe it was because Not-Dipper’s voice was a little deeper, a little smoother-sounding?

“You weren’t safe. Not in your universe.” His eyes were burning, which was strange since they were the color of ice. “I can keep you safe. I will keep you safe.”

“Ummm… that’s cool and all, but that’s pretty freakin’ unsettling, to have somebody just, like. ‘Splode a bunch of gnomes for you,” she eyed him warily, still trying to figure out how to get away from the dude without crawling. Would he get angry with her for not being appreciative? She didn’t want to see him angry. Would he hurt her?

“I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he told her quietly, his voice a little sad.

She almost lied and told him she wasn’t scared of him, that everything was hunky-dorey, and that he should smile.

She didn’t.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have, I dunno, made people explode in front of me?” She was being sarcastic, she knew, and that was probably a bad idea, but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself.

“Gnomes aren’t people, technically,” he reminded her.

“Semantics,” she waved his argument away. “They’re living creatures. Or they were, anyway, before you decided to go and massacre them.”

Not-Dipper had a look on his face that suggested he wasn’t opposed to killing living creatures, whether they were human or not.

Maybe he already had.

Mabel hoped he hadn’t, but something in the way he held himself gave her a sneaking suspicion that he had.

“I’m sorry if that… bothers you, or if it scares you. I don’t want to make you feel those things,” he sighed. “That said, I think it’d be best if I were up front with you: if put in the same situation again -if you were in danger again, that is to say- I’d do the same thing.”

She crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and glared at him. “Take me home, please.”

There was panic in his eyes. “I- I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“The portal… it doesn’t work like that. I’ll have to find another way to get you back,” he explained. She was still glaring at him when he continued. “But for the time being, you can stay with me. If you want,” he turned his body to face her for the first time since he’d hugged her.

“Well. I suppose that’ll have to- WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?” She was pointing, horrified, to his shoulder, where one arrow, perhaps about a foot long, was embedded in his shoulder. Another was in his side, the one that had been facing away from her. Blood had seeped through to pool around the entry wounds, though the bleeding seemed to have stopped. His eyes followed her shaking finger.

“Oh, right. I got shot with a couple of arrows. Just gnome ones, though, so they’re quite small,” she dropped her hand back to the soft fabric of the chaise.

“Okay, so you saved me, and you got hurt doing it,” she was saying this to herself, staring at her knees and speaking as if he couldn’t hear her when he could absolutely hear her. “Okay. Okay. This is fine, this is fine, Mabel girl.” She looked back up at him. “Okay, let’s go… wherever we need to go for you to treat those… yeah…”

“Very well,” he agreed. “I’ll take you there.”

He helped her to her feet, and she still found herself a bit dizzy, wobbling a bit.

“Would you like me to carry you?” he offered, steadying her with a hand on her arm.

“Carry m- say what now?”

“I don’t mind, particularly if you’re having difficulty walking still.” As if that explanation was adequate! Why was homeboy cool with it at all, though? She’d gotten a hella nasty gash on her leg once in PE, can ya guess how many people offered to freakin’ carry her to the nurse? Zero, is the answer. Zero.

What a weird dude. And Mabel was in love with her gay twin brother, so if she, of all people, thinks you’re weird, then you are weird.

“Nope!” she squeaked out way too quickly to sound even remotely close to being normal. “I’m good on the carrying front, thanks! Got it covered!”

“Suit yourself.” Ugh why, why was he smiling that smile again, it reminded her of Dipper and also not, and it made her nervous as all hell. “This way.” And with that, he promptly strolled out of his dressing room, clearly expecting her to follow.

[twokinkybeans]

Inch By Inch (Sequel to Seven Inches - Tailor!AU)

A sequel to Seven Inches, written for both our TwoKinkyBeans July Exchange plus the line prompt that Lien sent me:

“Oh” Tony coos as Peter gives him another quick gasp. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

I hope you guys enjoy!!! 

Warnings: nff, smut, handcuffs, light dom/sub, pet names, a size kink I didn’t quite intend to write but IT HAPPENED.

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Peter stares at the supple material that’s spread out all over the desk. He swallows and reaches out for it. His fingers trace past the tightly woven twill texture. May, from the other side of the shop, cocks an eyebrow at him. “You’re alright up there?” Peter’s cheeks flare up right away. He tries to come up with a somewhat plausible excuse as to why he takes such a sudden interest in the navy blue material. He can’t think of any. The only thing that keeps replaying in his mind is Tony’s promise. He can nearly feel the man’s hot breath tickling on his ear again. “Make that tweed suit yourself, kid, and it’ll be the one I wear when I take that sweet little ass for the first time.”  The man had slapped is butt and resumed their earlier conversation as though nothing had happened. Fuck, he wants Tony so bad.

“I, eh-” Peter stutters, “-I want to learn how to make a suit myself.” May squints at him, searching his face. “Why do I have a feeling this has something to do with a certain customer?” She presses her lips together, but her eyes betray how she’s trying to hold back a wide grin. Peter smiles sheepishly.  “I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about.” “Mmmh.”

-

Peter’s focus is nowhere to be found. He wants to listen to May as she gently explains different sewing techniques to him, he truly wants to. Yet, it’s only Tony’s voice he hears inside his mind. Gosh. He wonders what it’ll feel like to have Tony inside of him. Sure, he’s been topped by other guys before, but nothing is comparable to the size of Tony’s massive cock. He can already imagine it sticking out of the thick pants proudly. The suit itself would be a hot as fuck look without question. Would Peter be able to feel the structure of the fabric against his thighs? Feel every little fiber?

Peter craves it all. The man’s voice, his hot gaze. Since the ‘Shop Incident’, they haven’t even laid hands on each other again. Okay, well, they had. But nothing truly sexual. Just chaste kisses and whispered promises as it’d been impossible to find space in their shared schedules. Peter has been very occupied with his newly found Spider-Man duties now that Tony had taken the role as a mentor too. His new suit is insanely good, and Peter loves patrolling in it and exploring all the latest tech the man included. Tony has been busy also, and he hasn’t made it into the shop once.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, get your ass back to earth.” “Wha-” Peter breathes out startled and blinks a few times. There, he’s got no focus. 

No. 

Focus. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but your crush is as big as Stark’s wealth.” His aunt shakes her head almost teasingly. “Aaaargh, May, how do I get rid of it?” “You don’t. Well, you will eventually. But while it’s there, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’ll be walking with your head on cloud nine for quite some time.”

Peter is silent for a few seconds, letting her words sink in. “Do you… Do you think I’m too naive?” “How- Why do you think that?” “He’s Tony Stark, May. Am I… Delusional for thinking he might actually want me?” “It’s clear he does, isn’t it?” “I mean…” His voice trails off. May finally puts the fabric back down on the table.  “Yeah?” “More? I mean more. Oh, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I want more, then how can I even think about what he might want from me?” May makes a shushing noise, shaking her head and grabbing Peter’s hands within her own. She smiles sweetly at him in the way only she can. A warm, comforting feeling spreads in his chest, and his panic dies down. 

“Peter,” she whispers and tucks a loose curl back behind his ear. “As much as I understand your nerves… They’re only natural. And there’s no hurry. Now tell me, what’s with the suit? Every time you see it, you get a little weird.” “He… He made a promise about it.” “Oh?” “Mmmh, I’ll spare you the details.” “Oh.” She chuckles. “In that case, why don’t we get back to making it?” “That sounds like a solid plan.”

And that’s what they do.

-

Peter’s heart hammers in his chest when his eyes dart up to the top of the immensely large building that is the Stark Tower. He’s been here before, obviously. But never as Peter. Always as Spider-Man- with the other Avengers around as well. Now, he’s just Peter. A tailor-in-learning. On his way to deliver a handmade suit to his crush/mentor/hero. Tony. Tony Stark. The richest man in the States. 

How the fuck did he get here.

He stares at the intimidating entrance. Men and women in their sophisticated clothes walk in and out of the building. He feels terribly out of place, but he takes a deep breath and pushes through his nerves. The large, busy foyer nearly overloads his sense. However, a few deep breaths help him to shut out the visual and audible stimuli. He strides over to the reception area and smiles politely at the lady behind the computer.  “Hi! I’m Peter, Peter Parker, Miss. I uh, I’m here to see Mr. Stark? About his new suit?” He holds up the package to show it. The woman returns his smile and nods.  “Let me check his schedule, Sir.”

Sir. Peter almost snorts but feels very proud at the same time. 

“Mr. Stark is expecting you in his private quarters. Here,” she says. She hands him a keycard and then points towards the elevator. “The keycard grants you access to both the elevator and his suite. It’ll take you to the right floor automatically. Please hand it in when you leave the building.” Peter nods, his jaw slack as he takes in all the information. He slides the keycard through his fingers, twisting- turning and playing with it nervously. Pressing his lips together, Peter thanks the lady once more and makes his way towards the elevator. 

It isn’t until he actually sets foot into the metal box that he realizes what exactly the woman had told him. He nearly gasps. His heart misses a beat and his cheeks heat up.

Private quarters.

Oh God- Oh God. Tony has set up the meeting in his private quarters. That means something. Doesn’t it? Or is he the type of man that doesn’t care about random people stalking through his living space? Peter has no clue. He hopes he’s an exception to the general rule. That no one else is allowed in the man’s suite. 

He hopes… Well- He hopes Tony and him are going to have sex. Real sex this time. Tony promised. He told Peter they would. He wouldn’t back down now, would he? Peter sighs, tapping his foot in restless motion. Peter eyes the small display indicating the floor they’re at and inhales slightly when he sees they’re nearly there. This is it. This is-

Ding.

Peter clutches the suit a little closer and hesitantly steps out. Everything in the Tower is absolutely gigantic, and apparently, the suite is no exception to that. Peter can’t even imagine having… This much space. The glass windows let the sunlight cast a golden glow over the man’s presumable costly possessions. He takes it all in. The large, plush sofa. The pool table. The fucking  hot tub in the middle of the room with circular descending steps around. A soft, instrumental beat is playing through the hidden speakers. Peter wonders how on earth he will find Tony seeing that this is just his leisure room.  “Mr.-” “Ah, Parker, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you.” 

Peter turns around startled and stares at the man leaning against the side of the bar. A smirk plays on Tony’s lips and he raises his glass. “You want some?” “I, eh-” Peter babbles, still a little dumbfounded. Tony flails his free hand, and Peter decides a quick why the fuck not. If he’s old enough to fuck whoever he wants, he can sure take a small drink, right?

A few minutes later, they’re seated on the large plush sofa. Peter sips his Tequila Sunrise cocktail. Tony insisted that Peter would enjoy it and much to Peter’s liking and dismay, Tony was right. He’s not 100% sure what’s in there, but he sure isn’t complaining. “So,” Tony smirked, “-I see you brought a new suit?” Peter eyes the suit, still neatly packed in its cover.  “I- I did, Mr. Stark. Would you like to try it on?” Tony tilts his head. His eyes burning, prodding and oh God- Peter can feel his own heartbeat speed up. “Show it to me first, boy.”

They stare at each other for a brief moment. They both know what’s happening. They’re slipping back into their roles. Just as they had in the shop. Tony’s voice already dropping a notch, the rough scratch in his words catching on his tongue so sweetly. So… Authoritative.  “Of course, Sir,” Peter gushes and rushes to pull the zipper down. Carefully, he takes out the suit, smiling slightly at the feel of the thick, textured fabric as it slides past his hands. Tweed suits are not very high in demand, but they definitely radiate a certain chic vibe. Maybe because it’s so timeless.  “Here you go.”

Peter stands up, holding the piece by the clothing hanger and blushes when he hears Tony’s appreciative hum. The man stands up too. Slow. Calculating. He strides closer, making Peter’s dick twitch every time the man’s leather soles hit the floor. When Tony stops right in front of him, the older man grins. “Oh, isn’t it just gorgeous,” he coos. “Almost as beautiful as you. Tell me, did you make this?” “I-I did, Sir. My aunt, uhm- May. She obviously helped me get the technique right.” “Goooooood.”

A pause.

“Now, be a good boy and help me change clothes.” “Yes, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispers breathlessly. For a short second, Peter waits for Tony to make the first move. It never comes- oh.  A strangled noise escapes from his throat when he takes a step closer. His fingers moving up to help Tony get out of his cardigan sweater. He’s the one making the movements, and yet it feels almost humiliating to undress Tony. In the very best way, of course. “Am I doin’ it right?” “Mmh- Just keep it up, honeycomb.” Peter nearly cracks up at the pet name, but the lustful look in Tony’s eyes keeps him going. He’s deliberately not being very careful. His fingers brushing past Tony’s naked, warm skin at every possible opportunity where he slides the fabric off the man’s shoulders. The icy, blue light coming from the Arc Reactor shining freely onto Peter’s face. It’s… Such a powerful device. Peter groans. “I can feel the vibrations,” he mumbles as he keeps staring at it. His hands slowly trace down now. He definitely should work a little faster if he wants the man inside him sooner rather than later. It’s not gonna happen automatically.  His hands work on the fly of the pants and he tugs them down impatiently. Then, he drops onto his knees. Carefully untying Tony’s shoelaces and taking them off together with the pants. All that’s left now are the tight, black undies. “Leave them on for now. Go on, dress me.”

-

“Oh, oh!” Peter whimpers out loud. His arms are shackled to the headboard above his head. His legs are draped over Tony’s still fully clothed shoulders and the man’s cock pounds into him harsh and fast. The soft, thick wool pants have slid down to Tony’s knees where it rests on the sturdy mattress. “Oh” Tony coos as Peter gives him another quick gasp. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” “P-Please, gimme everything, every last inch of you,” Peter pants heavily. He feels so incredibly full. It’s nothing like he’s ever experienced before, and it only aids in riding his ecstasy more and more. He can’t really feel Tony’s balls slapping against his skin yet, and somehow it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted at this moment. “More, need more!” “Yes, ’m gonna make you fall apart at the seams,” Tony growls. He slows down his movements for a good second and tightens his secure grip on Peter’s hips, dragging him up a bit. Peter snorts at the pun, but the light chuckle morphs into a loud and pleading moan when Tony slowly but surely fills Peter up wholly. The weight of his balls finally settling against his skin. Peter’s eyes water at the near overwhelming intensity of pure happiness coursing through him. He did it. He took a full seven inches inside of him.

Everything that happens after that is one big blur. Tony manages to hold him up with just one hand, using the other to drag sweet strokes on Peter’s hard and leaking cock. Everything just feels so goddamn perfect, the fire in his stomach building and building and building and- “I can’t- I can’t stop oh fuck oh Tony!!” Peter cries out, cum spurting from his cock right onto his chest. His eyes are pressed shut, his head pressed back into the soft, fluffy pillow. “I keep coming...” he mumbles completely dazed. It’s true though, he can feel the muscles jerk- aiding in forcing even the last few drops out of him.  Tony’s hips stutter. His breathing simply stops as he presses into Peter with such force that it brushes past Peter’s overstimulated prostate again. It stays there when the cum oozes from the man’s dick. It fills him up, Peter can feel the slight pulsing inside of him. 

“Oh, sweet boy…” Tony murmurs after a few seconds of undisturbed serenity. The firm grip suddenly becomes a very soft caress on Peter’s tired muscles, and it’s only then that he feels they’re trembling. Slowly, Tony helps him put his legs down. As a result, his cock slips out, and Peter gasps when his hole desperately tries to clench around nothing after the fast pounding it received.  “Mmh- feels cold,” he mumbles. Tony is quick to respond to that, shifting around so he’s able to tug the sheets up to cover the exhausted boy. Peter lets out an appreciative groan.  “So,” he smiles sleepily, the tiredness catching up with him, “-do you like your new suit?” Tony snorts, and he nods. “It’s perfect, such hidden talent in you, Spider-Boy.” “Oh, go fuck yourself,” he giggles. Tony tilts his head playfully. “Nah, I’d rather fuck you. After a short break, obviously.”

Peter gives the man a teasing push, only to draw him down and nuzzle into his chest. He might not be sure what Tony wants from him, but Peter sure as fuck wants cuddles right here, right now. “Hug me.” “As you wish, honeycomb.”