#ITS ALL PLANNED AND PLOTTED DAMMIT

[capriclonus]

Time to bang my head against a wall and hope words fall out of it 😂

[buckevantommy]

Since you requested, who do you think is the first one to say I love you and is it planned or does it kinda just...slip out?

i think tommy might know the feeling first but hold off on saying it. partly because he doesn't want to move too fast for evan's sake and partly for his own sake - he knows this is real but he's been hurt before. things are going great between them but there's still this fear lingering on the horizon that what they have may run its course for evan sooner or later, and tommy wonders if he's a fool for thinking they could be it for each other.

he holds off on saying it, but he doesn't keep it to himself; he shows evan he loves him in all kinds of little ways and tells himself he can live without evan loving him if it means just having him for a while longer. he knows it could hurt more in the longrun but dammit he's not willing to give this up to spare future tommy the heartache.

so i think buck would say it first, and it could go one of two ways: unplanned; it just slips out in response to something tommy does or says and it surprises him but he takes a second to let the meaning settle and realises how true it is so he says it again with a kind of resolute awe - of course he loves tommy. OR he plans it: goes all out with the romantic gesture - and by now he knows tommy is a romantic - and he's so nervous in the leadup to it because what if it's too soon and what if tommy doesn't feel the same way and what if his hope of moving in together someday soon is too much??? and while i don't want any plot drama interrupting the big moment i think something minor could happen to shift the plan or buck would second-guess the plan and choose not to go through with it and then tommy can tell he's a little in his head about something and we get another moment of tommy being attentive and present and caring and that's when buck chooses to say it.

i just think buck's tendency towards romantic gestures is tied up in his self worth and fear of rejection, and while tommy is a romantic at heart and deserves to be woo'd i think he appreciates intimate displays of affection too, and i think their first ily needs to be domestic and private.

of course, then there's the other option: where buck blurts out ily in the company of the 118, which adds undue pressure to the situation and they take a sidebar to talk.

i keep thinking of alternative ways it could happen and honestly i don't know how they're going to do it i just that i hope they do it.

[poetryandfluffycats]

Hi! Can I request a one shot with an afab!reader riding sub!himeru while praising and being all sweet and comforting because he was stressed? Thank you in advance 💕

A/N: HELLO OKAY never in my life did i think id write this much for himeru of all people but uh, it is what it is i guess?? i went off the rails with plot

Pairing: HiMERU x fem!reader

Content: As Crazy:Bs producer, you have lots of duties that tire you out so when your day off does cone you look forward to taking a much needed nap. The world has unfortunately got other plans for you, however.

Warnings: NSFW, porn with plot, dry humping, oral over clothes(m receiving), riding, kind of sub himeru, minimal amount of biting, messy making out, shared orgasms, mentions of depressive tenancies, rinne + niki have screentime, lots of praise and comfort, ooc himeru(?) he breaks character like once

Words: 5.6k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Ring, ring, ring. The phone stored safely in your pocket was vibrating, alerting you to the incoming call you were receiving. With a sigh, you stopped in your tracks and pulled out the device to check the caller ID.

A part of you hoped it was a scam caller rather than a member of the unit you produced. Not that you didn't like speaking to the members of Crazy:B, you enjoyed their company more than anything! The reason was that today was your off day and you had hoped to spend it catching up on your missed class work and then sleeping for the rest of the afternoon, not dealing to whatever new problem the boys had encountered.

Luck wasn't on your side today, unfortunately. The caller ID read 'Rinne Amagi', the smirk of the infamous redheaded idol staring you down through his contact photo, as if taunting you to get ready for whatever nonsense was about to spill from his mouth.

Another, much longer, sigh left your throat as you tapped the answer button. Duty calls, you supposed. Surely whatever he wanted couldn't have been too hard for you to handle. "Hello?"

"(name)! My dearest lil' producer, hows ya day off? Doin' alright without me? Missin' my handsome face?" Rinnes voice was as smug and as loud as ever through the speaker, so much so that you found yourself pulling your phone away from your ear so you didn't go completely deaf.

His cheeky tone didn't go unnoticed by you, and you let out a scoff at his sheer childishness. "Fine, yes, and no. Don't butter me up, what do you want?"

"Straight to the point, I like that in a woman!" There was a laugh cut off by a loud cough and 'ahem', Niki most likely, before the man on the other end continued speaking. "Ah, well, ya see. HiMERU didn't show up to practice today, and he ain't answering when we call"

Your eyes rolled so far back into your skull you nearly saw your brain. Of course on the only day you had off in forever would be the day Rinne decided to come and give you an unskipable side quest. And for such a mundane task as well, something he could have easily done himself if he bothered to get off his ass. Seriously, how typical.

"We were hopin' ya could go and get 'im for us? Since ya know, yer the most wonderful producer in the whole world and ya love me so much"

"Sure I do... and why can't you go get him?"

"I got shit to do! Leader stuff, important stuff! Ya wouldn't understand. I'm real hard at work here-ow! Niki! Stop hittin' me dammit! That fuckin' hurt! Whatdaya mean 'don't cuss'? She ain't a baby!"

The line went silent for a few seconds, the only sounds going between the two of you being the muffled groans and slaps of Rinne and Niki fighting like toddlers. You swore you could also hear Kohakus sighs of disappointment from across the practice room.

It was a mintute or two before Rinne came back on the line, breathing heavier than usual and voice more strained. Niki 1, Rinne 0. "Got no time left ta talk! Go find that bastard and bring 'im back here, alright? I'm countin' on ya!"

"Wait, I never said I would-"

"Fuck! Shit! Niki, let go of my phone! No! Don't bite me!"

"(name)? Its Niki! I'll make you dinner if you go and get HiMERU-"

"NIKI!"

Click, line dead.

Your phone screen was now black, Rinnes smirking face replaced by your dumbfounded reflection staring back at you. Typical of you to become involved in Crazy:Bs shenanigans even when you weren't in the same room as them. That nap you had longed so gracelessly for was seemingly drifting further and further from your grasp, all thanks to the laziness of your idols. How wonderful

No use trying to escape your faith now, unless you wanted to endure the wrath of the group when they forgot the routine for the next live due to not practising at all. You did a 180 turn on your heels and began walking back in the direction of the dorms. When people asked what you did on your day off, maybe you could say you exercised?

/----------

"HiMERU? Are you in there? The guys want you at practice"

HiMERUs apartment door stared you down like a lion stalking its pray, mocking you like this was some sort of sick game. "Gonna come in?" It seemed to ask, or maybe that was just some voices in your head, "or are you just gonna stand there like a weirdo?"

You'd really outdone yourself this time. Half an hour later and you had searched half the school for the blue haired man. Before coming to his doorstep you had come to two different conclusions to his absence. Either, he had gained the ability to teleport and was somewhere on the moon, or, he had died and you had lost one of your best idols. The former, unlikely, but knowing the strange man HiMERU was it wasn't entirely impossible. The latter? You sure hoped not.

Despite your wishes of being able to go home and take a well deserved nap, you held your hand in a fist and knocked on the door once more, louder and harder this time. "I swear to God if you don't open this door I will break it down HiMERU! This is ridiculous! I could have been relaxing right now if it wasn't for you!"

As you spoke, there was a shuffling sound from inside the room, accompanied by a few soft thump-thumps of feet against the floor. Finally, the door opened, revealing the man you had been searching for.

"You are giving HiMERU a headache"

HiMERU stood before you in all his glory, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and a long sleeved shirt that due to the nature of his pants, showed off his mid-drift. Blue hair was a flattened mess atop his head, and you noted that he looked far less formal than usual. You had to mentally slap yourself before you stared for too long. "(name), you are aware you are not a wild animal, correct? HiMERUs door does not require barking to open"

"Practice, now. I don't care if you've got a headache or if you're in a mood, Rinne wants you there now" You ignored his snide remark, crossing your arms over your chest in attempt to look more authoritative. It didn't seem to work all that well, however, as HiMERUs facial expression remained unchanged.

"What if HiMERU had a lady friend over? Or perhaps a gentleman friend? Such loud noise would have disturbed imitate times with a special friend. What if HiMERU had been having some fun with his body?"

The urge to punch the man in front of you was stronger than ever before. Was he really trying to gaslight you into believing that he couldn't practice because he had been having sex? HiMERU of all people? You doubted he even had a dick, let alone someone to get it wet. Anyone else, sure, you could believe that. Not HiMERU, no matter how good looking the media made him out to be he was still a whackjob. Whackjobs didn't have sex.

"Were you?"

"No. HiMERU was reading a nice book and drinking some lovely herbal tea, he was simply making a point that you should be more considerate of others"

"I don't care-"

"You don't care about HiMERU? How crude, is this how CosPro treats its idols now? HiMERU will not be attending practice, he has other duty's to attend too"

The audacity of this man. Here you were, trying to be as nice as possible, just trying to get him to do his job, and he can't even do that! How much of an ego could one man have? Sure, you weren't perfect yourself, but at least you did what was expected of you, like right now even when you weren't meant to be working!

You could feel a vein pulsating in your forehead, your patience wearing thinner and thinner by the second. If you had to stand here for any long, you swore you would explode in several tiny pieces. You had to keep your composer if you wanted to keep your job, however, so you chose to remain silent instead of ripping him a new one. You narrowed your eyes at him, shooting lazer beams through his body with your pupils, praying to whatever God was out there that it would scare him into listening to you.

HiMERU seemed to get the memo, finally, his lips forming into a massive pout that nearly hit the floor, a bad look on the usually stoic idol you noted. "As you wish, producer. Please, come inside and wait whilst HiMERU gets ready" He moved out of the way of the door, outstretching his arm in invitation for you to come inside.

You took the invitation, kicking your shoes off and bowing your head slightly as you walked inside. You had never been inside HiMERUs apartment before, besides on the off occasion when you dropped him off. Considering who HiMERU was, a prim and proper diva who seemed to think he was far better than you, you fully expected for his apartment to match his personality. Clean, neat, not a speck of dirt on the ground. Maybe a few plants here and there, real plants that were watered everyday and cared for to the full extent.

As you soon came to realise, you had been wrong. Dead wrong.

"Holy shit..."

HiMERUs apartment was the polar opposite of what you thought it would be. The lights were off, curtains pulled shut, and a musky smell of tea bags long gone cold lingered in the air. A messily made futon laid out in the middle of the floor, blankets and pillows thrown atop it like it was a fort for children rather than a grown mans bed. Finishing touches to the pigsty of a room were the dirty clothes scattered across the floor-some of which resembling his idol uniform, but you couldn't quite tell through the mess-and a book opened in the middle of the floor.

"HiMERU would prefer if you kept your opinions to yourself" His monotone voice hissed from behind you, a sigh evident in his words. "Take a seat anywhere you'd like, be careful not to trip on anything"

How could he be so relaxed? You'd been in many idols rooms before, seen many of them doing things you hadn't expected before, some of which made you want to bleach your eyes out thinking back at them. But none of them had ever been this messy, you didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or just stand there in shock.

"I... huh? Is it always like this?" You squeaked out, eyes trained on HiMERU as he walked past you and into the kitchen, picking up a mug from the counter and taking a long sip.

"No, not usually" He admitted, leaning down with his elbows against the countertop and staring at you with that unreadable expression of his. Dead cold blue eyes trailed up and down your figure, and you almost felt as if he were dissecting your soul. "Does it bother you? Are you offended? Does mess make you upset? Are you going to cry?"

"What? No!" You shook your head. "I'm just surprised is all"

"A crying woman in HiMERUs home, that would be a sight to behold, wouldn't it? Please, sit down, HiMERU will be ready in a moment"

You were at a complete loss for words. The longer you spent with HiMERU the more he confused you, like a never ending puzzle that only got harder the more you tired to solve it, or a board game where every round new rules that contradicted the old rules were added. Was there even a word to describe such a man? A person whose identity was so clouded and muddled it was impossible to grasp them?

Trying to guess what HiMERU was thinking about at any given time made you want to jump off a cliff, live, and then jump off another cliff for good measure. You were going to get Rinne back for this, he owed you big.

Taking a seat on the floor next to his futon, you crossed your legs over one another and watched as the blue haired man pottered around his dorm. He seemed to be moving in a daze, similar to a zombie or a sleepwalker. He would take a sip of tea for a moment, then stop to put away a dish, then drink some more tea, then inspect one of the plants on the counter, then back to his tea, repeat until you found yourself even further in bewilderment.

"You're weird" You commented, resting your chin on your knees and bouncing your heels up and down. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what, (name)?" HiMERU raised an eyebrow, finishing off his tea and placing his mug in thesink, now moving to rummage through a pile of clothes.

"I don't know, like... drugged or something? Like a dead man walking? Stranger than usual I guess" Your eyes darted from him to the book laying on the ground. It was a normal looking book, white cover with some black writing on it, thick but still slim enough to be a causal read. "Do you like reading?"

A small laugh came from HiMERUs lips at the question. "That book is not very good. The information inside is not factual and rather silly, things about mediation and healing your inner child. An interesting read, but a waste of HiMERUS time. He does not believe in those things"

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows now. "Then why buy the book?"

"HiMERU has had a rough week, he wanted to indulge in some self-care. Alas, you and your begging interrupted him"

You had half a mind to snap at him for that comment, but you bit your own tongue before the insults could come pouring out, instead opting to obverse his actions. Having been in the industry for awhile, you were aware of the basic signs of burnout, and HiMERU was the poster child for it

Dark circles under his eyes, sluggish movement, a general state of being out-of-character, the sudden urge to skip training and sleep instead. It wasn't unusual for idols to suffer from fatigue and stress, it came with the job after all, but HiMERU had never been one to let his emotions get in the way of work. For him to be this out of it, it was concerning to say the least.

"Are you okay?"

HiMERU froze mid action, hands hovering over a t-shirt in the pile of clothes, staring at you like you'd just asked for a thousand dollars. "Excuse me?"

"I asked if you were okay, are you?" You stood up from your spot on the floor, brushing the dirt from your pants as you slowly approached him, snatching the book from the ground and reading over the blurb. "I didn't take you as the type to read these types of books, you must be really stressed to pick this up"

"Before you were yelling at HiMERU to go to practice, now you are acting concerned for him? HiMERU said, he has had a tough week, that is all"

"There has to be some way I can help you. Look, you don't have to go if you don't want to, I'll tell Rinne you were feeling ill" You opened up the book, scanning through the pages and reading over some of the content.

The language was a tad confusing, obviously made by someone with a higher knowledge in psychology than you, but it was still readable. "Some of this actually looks helpful, maybe we should try some of it? Like, I could give you a massage, or I could-"

"Turn to page 77, please"

You nodded, turning to the page in question. On top of the page were two separate drawings, one a diagram of a mans body and the other a sketch of a man and a woman in the classic missionary position. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment at the images, but continued on reading the page. Underneath the drawings were a few paragraphs of text, some certain words having arrows pointing to different parts of the pictures.

Taking a large gulp, you shut the book and looked back up at HiMERU, pupils wide as plates from what you just read. You noticed that he was closer now, only a few mere inches away from your body. Had be always been this tall, this handsome? You couldn't recall.

"HiMERU? I don't understand, these are pornographic, what are you talking about?-"

"Page 77, healing through sex. It says here that orgasms can be a natural stress reliever, and that regular intercourse is healthy for a persons body and mind" One hand came up to brush your cheek, thumb stroking up and down in a way that made your heart flutter, "You wish for HiMERU to go to practice, yes? Then he expects something in return"

His lips were on yours before you had time to blink. You dropped the book in your hands, it hitting the ground with a loud 'bang!' and laying open on page 77. Wet lips moved against your own, hand the once stroked your cheek now moving downwards to grip your waist, spinning the two of you around to press you against the countertop.

What little emotion HiMERU showed in his face, his kiss made up for. It was filled with desire, passion, lust, all the things that were so silent but still screamed the same three words. 'I want you'.

He pulled away before you had a chance to deepen the kiss, the both of you panting with your lips swollen and glossy with each other's saliva. A lewd sight, sure, but who else was there to see? No one, just the two of you in the dimly lit apartment.

"HiMERU-no, I need you to help me. Please, please help me" His voice was barely a whisper, so quiet you had to strain your ears to hear him. His desperation was all the same, however, and it was enough to make your brain go fuzzy. "I don't like to beg, you know, but you're making me lose it"

If you had have been standing on a tightrope, that would have been what broke the string holding you up. Those damn eyes, once filled like a endless void of indifference now spilling with want and need, the need for you to make him feel good, the need for you to relieve his tension by fucking him. How could you deny him?

"Let's move to the futon, yeah?" You pecked his lips once more, watching as his eyes lit up like a puppies. "We can take it slow, if you'd like"

The smile that overtook HiMERUs face almost made your heart burst wide open. "Yes... thank you, (name)"

You wiggled out of his hold, taking his hand and guiding him slowly to the futon on the floor. He sat down first, scooting backwards until he was sat just below the pillow, stretching his legs outwards to allow you to climb in between his legs and straddle him.

It was a position you never thought you'd find yourself in, and yet here you were, tugging at the hem of HiMERUs shirt and pulling it over his head. The skin underneath was pale and cold to the touch, causing goosebumps to creep up your arms. You ran your fingertips up and down his chest, lingering on the dip of his collarbone and the ridges of his ads. They were only little, like tiny hills on the plains of his over wise flat stomach, but they were sexy all the same.

HiMERU watched you with half-lidded eyes, glazed over and unfocused. His lips stayed parted, a whine leaving his throat each time your fingers traced over his skin. You leaned down to kiss him again, this time wasting no time in plunging your tongue straight inside the wetness of his mouth, sucking on his own tounge and feeling around on the inside of his cheeks.

HiMERUs hips buckled upwards to meet yours, earning a moan from you and a louder whine from him. His sweatpants strained with the growing budge in his crotch, poking against your thigh and leaving a small wet patch on your skin from the pre-cum leaking through. He must have been super desperate.

"(name)~" HiMERU whimpered as you pulled away, a sticky line of spit still connecting the two of you. You licked the excess saliva from your lips whilst a grin spread wide across your face. "Please, (name). HiMERU would you to-ah!-"

His pleas quickly transformed into moans as you rolled your hips against his, savouring in the pleasure of your clothed crotch rubbing on his now fully erect cock, The friction was like heaven, and the fabric of your shorts didn't do much to hide the wetness gushing out from your panties. You'd probably need to buy new ones after this, you thought, but that was a problem for future you.

HiMERUs hands flew up to hold your waist, guiding you backwards and forwards over his budge and rutting his hips in time with yours, the two of you humping like horny dogs in heat. A light pink flush had spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears, down his neck and even to the tips of his shoulder blades, the most sinful look of pleasure on his face as he threw his head back on the pillow.

"Do you like when I do this? You seem to be really enjoying yourself" You cooed, leaning down to suck a lovebite onto the underside of his jaw. "You're pretty, you know? Real pretty, real handsome for me"

The only response you got from HiMERU was another moan, louder and raspier than the others. The sounds made you clench around thin air and your thighs quiver with anticipation. Each time your core met his covered tip you could feel him twitch and throb beneath you, and every time the feeling had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Like an awaiting forest fire, the atmosphere was getting hotter by the second, the heat of both your body's pressed together creating a sensation indescribable.It was the most bliss you had ever experienced and you were yet to even be undressed. You were panting, HiMERU was panting, sweat was forming on your forehead and dripping down onto HiMERUS bare chest.

"More, HiMERU wants more" The man below you whined, fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips to leave tiny marks for later. "HiMERU wants you to fuck him, don't make him-augh!-say it again!"

"Fuck.." You breathed, bracing yourself by placing your palms flat against his chest. You lifted your hips up, giving the both of you a short break to catch your breath before you reached downwards to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. With a tiny bit of a struggle they were off, revealing the dark blue boxers beneath that were nearly bursting from the strain of his erection. He was huge. Certainly bigger than you had seen in porn anyway. "I-, fuck"

Your loss for words assumed HiMERU, who took a deep, shaky exhale before speaking again, that desperate tone still clear as day in his voice. "Are you impressed? Is HiMERU that big?"

"Yeah... it is. I can't wait to have it inside me"

You purred out your words, moving down to rest on his thighs rather than his hips, your face in eye-line with his throbbing budge when you leaned down. The entire front of the fabric was wet with pre-cum, it having spread all over the area due to his impossibly long length. Your lips came into contact with the tip, your tongue swirling around and lapping up the sticky stains.

It pulsated at your touch. HiMERU let out a groan of pleasure as you continued your ministrations, kissing, licking, and sucking him through the thin cotton. One vein that you could feel was particularly sensitive, causing HiMERU to basically jump each time you grazed your teeth over it.

"Wait! No, stop! HiMERU will cum if you keep doing that!" The bluenette suddenly cired out, his legs kicking you in the sides as he tired to pull you off. Of course, you obliged, but not without giving one last farewell lick to his tip. You sat up on his thighs and tilted your head to the side, studying his expressions carefully and awaiting his next words. "HiMERU would like to cum inside. He thinks that would be the best way to get rid of his stress, not finishing in his pants like a pathetic teenage boy"

You nodded, "so you want me to...?"

"Sit on it" You'd never seen HiMERUs puppy dog eyes until now. There was such a longing in them, desires hidden in the ocean of his irises that only you could bring out in the moment. "Ride HiMERU, use him like a chair. HiMERU just wants to feel you"

Denying him would be a criminal felony. Climbing back to straddle his hips once more, you grabbed a hold of his waistband, gently pulling it downwards to finally free his cock from its confinements. Once the fabric was completely removed and his cock had sprung free you tossed the underwear away somewhere in the room to be dealt with later.

To say the least, HiMERU was large. Slender, and long, with balls that were tight and full against his shaft, pent up and waiting to be emptied inside your cunt.

The vein you had been nibbling on was a blue colour that rivalled his hair and ran down and up the underside of his cock, stopping just below his head. Speaking of the head, it was glowing red, dripping with arousal. You were pround of yourself for having caused that kind of reaction, especially when it came from an idol you knew as emotionless and cold hearted. Your own heart pounded inside your ribcage as you began to strip yourself down. You tired to make a show of it, pulling your shirt over your head in slow movements that you prayed to God looked seductive rather than silly.

As if he could read your mind, "You look beautiful" HiMERU barely whispered the words, but they were still heard all the same by you. You thought he might be staring at your breasts, or at the spot between your legs as you removed your shorts and panties, but no. Instead of your body, his blue gaze was solely fixated on your face.

"Thank you, you are too. Beautiful, I mean" A small smile graced your face as you thanked him. With your shorts now gone and your pussy exposed to the air, you lifted your hips once more, slinging your entrance with the very tip of HiMERUS cock. "Are you ready?"

"HiMERU has been called many things before when he has been stressed. Annoying. Selfish. A nuisance. Never beautiful"

You didn't have much time to respond, or even react to his comment before a hand was on your shoulder, pushing you down and impaling you on his cock. It hurt, but not in the way that made you want to scream and cry, but more so in the way that made your walls clench around him, your eyes roll into the back of your head and your toes curl in your socks.

He filled you up to the brim, tip poking against your cervix and each vein and ridge moulding your walls into the prefect fit for him. A raspy whimper left your throat as you adjusted to his size. HiMERU allowed you to take your time despite the twitch of his hips just begging for any sort of friction, instead opting to rub gentle shapes into your shoulders while the both of you huffed and heaved.

"HiMERU is sorry, he couldn't help himself" HiMERUs lust clouded eyes avoided your own, staring at the wall behind you instead. "You won't judge HiMERU if he finishes early, will you?"

You shook your head, grinding down on his pelvis to give him and yourself some of that desperately needed pleasure. "Not at all. You're amazing, so good. You fill me so well, I don't think I'll last long either. And even if we don't, we can always go again"

A faint nod from HiMERU was all you needed before you lifted your hips, placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself as you released him from your velvet walls, leaving only the tiniest amount of the tip in before slamming your hips back down. A loud "plop!" was made as your body smashed against his, the heat from your shared arousals filling your brain with no thoughts other than HiMERU.

HiMERU. HiMERU. HiMERU. HiMERU!

You set a gentle, but fast pace, bouncing your hips up and down in smooth rhythm, sounds of your wet cunt squelching and sloshing mixing in with the groans leaving HiMERUs lips. Him inside you felt like heaven. Hot and sweaty heaven. Your walls dragged along his cock like the prefect fleshlight, sending waves of electrical pleasure down his spine and all the way to the very tips of his toes.

Althought a little bit more stable, you were in a similar state to HiMERU. Each time you slammed back down onto him it felt as if all the nerves in your body were being twisted, pulled, and knotted in a way that had that oh so familiar warmth beginning to pool in your belly.

Praises spilled from your mouth, coating the inside of HiMERUs brain with words of encouragement and affection rather than whatever he had been feeling before. Right now, in this moment, you would have been lying if you said you didn't care for him, and not just in the way you would care for the other idols of Crazy:B.

One particularly hard bounce had you crying out, "HiMERU! H-hey, you know your a good boy right? So good to me, gonna make me cum, huh? You wanna cum too? I wanna see your pretty face when you're filling me up"

HiMERU only grunted in response, but you could tell your words had worked when he started thrusting his hips to meet yours. You could tell he was close, too, his eyes had become so dilated that his irises were only a thin string of blue around his pupils.

You felt bad for his neighbours, no, actually, you felt bad for anyone within 10ft of the building. The walls of the apartment were basically shaking from the sheer noise of you both, and what happened next didn't help that much.

HiMERU gripped your hips, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks, then pulled you flush against him. Chest to chest, skin to skin, you were as close as two people could possibly be as your lips found his in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. Your teeth clashed together in an ugly way, tongues went anywhere but where they were supposed to and if your younger self could see you now, she'd probably throw up at how your saliva dissolved into each others.

"(name!)"

"HiMERU!"

You weren't sure who came first, or even how long the two of you spent whining and moaning into each others mouths, but you felt HiMERUs seed filling you up, dripping out of you and for sure staining the futon. Your own orgasm washed over you like a wave, a tsunami wave that destroyed cities and uprooted trees, leaving you breathless and trembling atop HiMERU.

It took you a few mintutes to come down from your high, since your vision was clouded with white spots and you could almost feel the tiny sperm cells swimming around trying to reach your uterus. Thank God you were on the pill, over wise you would have been in deep shit. One day, maybe, if whatever just happened was to happen again, but that wasn't something you liked to think about.

"Are you alright?" You whispered as you pulled yourself off of HiMERUs now softening cock, laying down on your side besides him. "How do you feel?"

The man in question seemed to be in a daze, staring at the ceiling with no thoughts in his eyes. You poked his cheek with a finger, quickly jolting him back to reality as a smile tugged at his lips.

"HiMERU feels good, thank you" The smile on his face was genuine. Sometimes you questioned whether HiMERU was real or not, whether his personality was as fake as your gut told you it was. Here, you could see how your gut was wrong. That smile was real, this feeling was real. "HiMERU feels he should get stressed out more often, no?"

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your bare chest, "Don't push it, I won't help you if your doing it intentionally!"

"Then a date? HiMERU will pay, all you will need to do is be pretty for him"

You smiled back at him, "I'd love too"

You spent awhile on that futon, just chatting and staring into each others eyes like any old couple would do. When you did leave, it wasn't without a goodbye kiss and a promise to meet up again soon.

And, you would've let Rinne off the hook for making you go over there in the first place, if it wasn't for the message you received later that night.

Rinne: what position he put u in??

[alice-after-dark]

The Red King and the Unicorn - And Then There Were Four

Heavily inspired by The Last Unicorn, Howl's Moving Castle, and Beauty and the Beast.

Ah dammit this has a plot now.

TW for discussion of gore.

Husk waits until their new arrival has fallen asleep on the couch before he digs into the topic weighing on his mind. "How'd it go?"

"Dreadful," Alastor groans, sipping the tea Husk has brewed for him. "Four more dead."

Husk chokes. "Four?! In one week?!"

"Two naga, a faerie, and...a unicorn."

Husk flinches, eyes flickering over to the couch. "Let me guess, all of them stripped?" Alastor nods and Husk curses. "Four in one fucking week. They're escalating. Were you able to find anything?"

"Nothing. Carmilla is certain they have to be receiving help from a magical being to cover their tracks so well. She and Zestial are becoming agitated by the lack of progress uncovering these scoundrels and you know how the fae can be."

"The faerie who was killed...hers or his?"

"Hers. That makes the third Seelie fae killed this month alone. A little one too. Withered like a dead rose with its wings and eyes plucked." He took another sip of his tea, smile strained. "The naga...two women, both skinned from the waist down with their fangs ripped out. And the unicorn...there was hardly much left for us to find."

"Shit."

Husk pulls out the chair beside Alastor and joins him at the table. "So...what's the current plan?"

Alastor neatly places his silverware on the now empty plate and twines his fingers together. "We continue as we have been. We remain vigilant and cautious and proceed with our investigation. The carnie man may not have known anything, but somewhere out there, someone will. We just need to find them."

Husk nods. "And what are we gonna do about him?" He jerks his head to the occupied couch.

"From what Niffty gathered from the carnie man's records, the poor thing has been imprisoned for decades. He won't be in any position to defend himself should these poachers come hunting for him." Alastor lifts a hand and the throw blanket on the back of the couch drapes itself over the sleeping unicorn. "I admit I didn't expect to actually find anything real at that hoax of a show. He was quite a surprise."

"That why you nabbed him in a deal?"

"Precisely. I'm no fool to let such a rarity slip through my fingers. That insipid carnie had no idea what he had." He stands. "Now, I have a little curse breaking to prepare for. We'll discuss this further at a later time."

Husk nods and takes Alastor's plate and teacup to the sink. "Go say hi to Niffty before you go lock yourself away all day. She missed you this morning."

"Of course. And keep our new arrival inside the house for now. I don't want him venturing too far while he's still weakened."

"You got it, boss."

Alastor vanishes in a whirl of shadows and moments later Niffty's delighted squeal floats in from the yard. Husk smiles only briefly before glancing back at the unicorn.

You're in for one Hell of a time, kid. Hope you're ready.

[cat-mermaid]

@modeus-the-unbound made this great post:

They put into words something that has sat in my brain but I didn't know how to address it, so now I do:

THIS

YES

THIS DAMMIT

Even after Miq sheds off all of his parts, and even after using Mohg to further his goals, I’ve still always thought that the Miquella we see at the end of the game is the best damn leader the Lands Between/Shadow Lands could have even gotten

I’M EVEN COOL WITH MIQUELLA TRYING TO STEAL MY CHARACTER’S HEART AND HAVE ME JOIN HIM, THAT SOUNDS DOPE AS FUCK

“Divinity is a cage!” who is caging him if the GW is gone? What is this cage? Why is it bad? Why is it so bad that it would be better for him to be dead then continue on as a god who wants to save us all from the consequences of his mom’s actions?

“Becoming a god means he’ll be beyond saving and forgiveness!” FROM WHAT TRINA, FROM WHAT. If she would to elaborate just a little more, saying something like what Gandalf said in LOTR about the one ring, how though he himself would try using it for good, it would end up corrupting him and make him a monster?

If Trina had just said a little something along the lines of-

EVEN THE MOST NOBLE SELFLESS SOULS WILL BECOME CRUEL AND UNYIELDING UPON GAINING THE MANTEL OF GODHOOD. MIQUELLA WILL BECOME A MONSTER GREATER THAN THOU CAN IMAGINE

-OR WHATEVER THEN I MIGHT BE DOWN TO PUT MIQUELLA DOWN LIKE OL YELLER

in past fromsoft games, I’ve always accepted the vagueness of the plot and the lack of answers, because at no point in demon/darksouls/bloodborne does anyone ask the question “how did this happen” everyone is just living in the moment and you are just plopped into and given a goal, your character and the characters around you aren’t trying to solve anything, just to obtain somthing

but the thing is that in Elden Ring, we are given way more plot and character backstory about NPCs(specifically Marika and the Demigods) then the past games, and thus we’ve become way more invested in them then characters like Gehrman, Lady Maria, Annalise, Micolash or Eileen the Crow

we the player haven gotten so much lore about the Demi gods, especially Miquella, that care about their destinies, their goals and their success/failure.

You think I cared about anyone in Dark Souls 3? Not really because we don't get any really deep interactions with many of its denizens. ALSO that world was pretty doomed, no real saving it.

You think I cared about anyone in Bloodborne? Kinda but most of them died right away and ALSO That world was SO doomed unless you became an infant great one.

In Elden Ring we’re told Miquella is the equivalent to Jesus/Buddha, and that he has the potential to mend this world, set it right and make it a better place for everyone. We’re disappointed when we see that he’s just ended up in a cocoon in the end, withered up and old because Mohg seemly fucked up his attempt to fix his body and ruined the haligtree plan

But when we the player find out that in the dlc Miquella is actually fine and wandering the Shadowlands, trying to get the to gates of divinity and ascend so he can right his mom’s wrongs? HOLY SHIT YES!

Previous fromsoft games have never done this kind of thing, usually every character meets their tragic end and thats it! No hope, no second chances.

So thats why I think it hurt the fanbase so much to go through that emotional roller coaster only to be told at the end oh lol you have to kill him now its for his own good yeah the sleepy gal said so

All it leaves is a sense of bafflement, bitterness and disappointment. Being a Fromsoft game, maybe thats wat they were going for

(what am I saying its Fromsoft, of course thats wat they were going for lol)

[aimzicr]

Someone's in the garden, and there shouldn't be. "You shouldn't be here," she tells him, to his face, like she has the right to be here and he does not. She comes striding over to him, her hands holding her skirts so that each step can be longer.

He looks up at her face before he accidentally catches a glimpse of her ankles. He doesn't think he recognises her, but he's never been good with faces. "Well, I came out here to get some air. It was getting stuffy in there." Too many women with cloying perfume and powdered faces and pressing close to try to dance with him. Too many advisors staring him down like he was on the verge of making the wrong choice. Too many people just... there. "What about you?" He challenges the stranger. "This is a private garden."

"Someone's planning to kill the prince tonight."

He feels his heart leap into his throat. The world fades away at the sudden terror.

She's continuing, "I'm here to stop that from happening," and she isn't even looking at him. She's scanning the dark gardens and letting her eyes raise to the castle parapets and windows. A slow economy of movement, like he'd seen the stable mousers and that owl that roosted in the chapel do. A predatory glance, patient and certain that prey will appear. (And she isn't bowing to him, does she not know who he is?)

He swallows, and folds his hands behind his back. "Well, the guards surely--"

"They won't," she interrupts, her eyes snapping to him, and he flinches as though she might peck him or something. She takes a breath, lets it out through her nose, then tries in a more diplomatic tone. "I tried telling the guards. I wrote letters to every administrator. I sought audience with noble families. I tried," she insists, "But no-one believed me. So, here I am, in this..." She looks down at her dress, and her lips twisted sourly, "Outfit." Like there is no term more insulting that she can call to mind right now that would be appropriate to use in company. "Blending in." Her gaze scans the gardens again, then flick briefly towards the ballroom windows.

"So..." He's still reeling, still trying to recover. "You weren't... invited?"

She stops, and looks at him, and she gives him the most withering look anyone has ever given him.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean..." He winces. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. I have the evidence." She looks back to the ballroom, her hands kneading at fistfuls of her skirt, like a cat planning to use its claws. "No-one believed me. So either they're overconfident in their security, they don't like the lower class challenging them, or they're involved in the plot."

The idea that there could be threats nearby has been drilled into him since he was young. He has a food taster, he has bodyguards, he has rules and regulations that keep people from getting too close. But it's a shock to hear it said by someone else, so bluntly and confidently. Someone's trying to kill him, tonight. And they could be someone close to him? Someone he trusts to keep him safe?

"Complacency, pride, or complicity." She frowns. She has very strong eyebrows. "I'm not sure which is worse." She looks back at him. "So you shouldn't be here, in case someone is sneaking in through the gap in security here."

"There's a gap in security?"

She tenses. Her eyes are very bright, all of a sudden. "You should go inside, sir. Now."

"I --" Why is she looking at him like that? Why is she suddenly picking up her skirts and running, running at him, like that? He brings up both hands to shield himself from her, and feels himself losing his balance and stumbling back to the gravel and sprawling.

The woman's wig, impaled by a thrown blade, plops down on the ground beside him. Just past the wig, he sees the woman's ankles. The latter feels more terrifying, because he knows he shouldn't be looking at them, but they're right there and they're very nice and --

"Gods fucking dammit!" She reaches down to her ankles, grabbing one of her fine and gleaming shoes, and lobs it into the garden. Someone's rapid footsteps are moving away from them. The gleaming shoe lodges itself ineffectually in a topiary, missing the fleeing figure. "Fuck!"

He's never heard anyone curse like that in his presence before. He looks up at her in wonder - and then panics, because it looks like she's bleeding.

It isn't until she bends down to pick up her wig and the dagger that he can see it isn't blood cascading down her shoulders: its her hair. She makes eye contact with him, fierce and terrible, yet her voice is very calm and very polite. "Go inside, and raise the alarm. Where there's one assassin, there's always more." She scoops the other shoe off her other foot, picks up her skirts, and runs into the dark.

He scrambles his way up the stairs and back into the ballroom. At least people take a disheveled, screaming prince seriously. The guests are sequestered, guards fill every hallway and block every door, and two more assassins are chased off the property.

The next day, the castle is on lockdown. The king, old as he is, is still capable of tearing the advisors a new one. Security hadn't been enough. Multiple assassins after his son. Why hadn't there been any preparation for this?

"There was a woman," the prince says, speaking up for the first time in a meeting since... well, since ever. "She said she had evidence. She tried to warn us, but no-one listened. She saved my life."

"And who is this woman, exactly?"

"I don't know," the prince admits. She'd had red hair and strong eyebrows and bright eyes, and reminded him of an owl or a cat, but he had no idea what she looked like. He was terrible with faces. But... "But she left this behind."

He brings his hands out from behind his back, to the gleaming shoe that he'd picked out of the topiary. A single shoe, too sturdy to be a dancing shoe, and stitched with impatience and glass rather than silk or pearls.

"She wasn't invited," the prince says, with a faint smile, turning the shoe over in his hands. Then he looks up at the room. Everyone is staring at him. But he's not scared, not anymore. Maybe this strong woman's shoe is imparting some kind of power to him. He'd like to thank her. He'd like to borrow a bit more of that strength for later. "We should find her. I need to thank her. And you," he tilts his chin at the room, at the advisors and councilmen, "Owe her an apology."

[disinherited-dornishman]

Crisnyrent Smut Fic - Update

Okay before I start, I want to preface the update with the fact that I'm going to make this my first ever experiment in writing a full story before uploading it, in my life. I will be keeping you all updated here on tumblr so you know it's not abandoned, and maybe I'll take some days, at most a week, to write some short one-shots to keep you guys fed in between while you wait (actually short one-shots this time, it's not turning into another An Impossible Choice dammit!)

So the first chapter of this long-planned smut fic is 14000 words long!!! Ofc it's first draft, and now that I'm writing the whole thing before I upload, it might vary significantly, but that's the preliminary word count.

And it's all. plot. So much build-up, there's angst and fluff and build up to more heart-wrenching angst. The premise is an AU where Rhaenyra and Alicent befriend Criston sooner (the timeline won't be so fleshed out, just enough to get an idea) and the three of them become a known trio in KL. Bisexuality all around, though much of it in the form of pining and sending heart-eyes from afar, omahgaaa🥰🥰🥰

I actually like how its turned out so far, but now in the second chapter is when the angst I've been building up to is going to blow up and I'm kinda postponing because the first chapter ends on such a hopeful and lighthearted note omg i don't wanna hurt them 😭😭😭

Finally I get to write Criston more cunningly, like he deserves to be, even if it's not for as dramatic a purpose as Kingmaking in canon.

And god, when I finally get around to writing and making ideas for the actual smut scenes (which will be after a lot of plot), goodness. I'm very much excited for that.

Anyway, that's the update. Hope you guys are as excited to read as I am to write and share it! Love you all! Mwah mwah

[lacheri]

Hey uuuuuuuuh can I get uuuuuuuuuuh... Number 34 with a side of Levi please? iluthankiesmwah

i'm half asleep posting this but this was too fucking cute to not hop on IMMEDIATELY

cw: a whole lot of cussing and a whole lot of fluff, i'm clawing at the walls screaming "when", minors/ageless blog dni

wc: 900+

prompt event: open until sunday 12/11!

34. why are you so cold?

You are truly fucking evil, Levi thinks. You must be some kind of sadistic devil, purely and irrefutably cruel and wicked. You must have planned this, plotted and schemed this treachery — traitor, you fucking traitor.

It’s the dead middle of winter, the temperature unyieldingly frigid despite the thick insulation of walls that surround the two of you. It’s almost his birthday for fuck’s sake, and yet here you are, slumbering away on his bed with every square inch of his comforter, without a single drop of sympathy. The plush edges are tucked so tightly under you, so compacted, you’ve managed to spin yourself a cocoon of warmth, leaving Levi to brave the harsh cold all by himself.

And the thing is you were so sweet before you fell asleep. Lurring Levi into bed with those eyes of yours, (the big, puppy dog ones, the kind you only use when you’re laying it on extra thick. As if Levi isn’t going to jump at any opportunity you present him to please you. Ridiculous.) pouting and asking so delicately — can we cuddle? Please Levi?

Nestling yourself right up against his side, throwing your arms over his waist, peppering kisses into his goddamn neck, you created the perfect storm. Get him all soft and sleepy, putty in your claws, melting at the attention, just to tear the illusion of security to shreds.

Yeah, you planned this. You had to, you fucking thief.

Levi’s eyes narrow into slits. He had awakened to the realization he was covered in goosebumps, teeth chattering in his sleep. And you, you were the reason as to why. 

He wonders if you’re as comfy and content as you look. The sun is probably pissed off somewhere in the sky wondering where all the heat on Earth is coming from. Little does the sun know it’s coming from the most unassuming source, Levi’s double crosser of a girlfriend.

He should teach you a lesson. He should rip that blanket right out from under you and encase himself in its snugness and spare absolutely none of it to your shivering form. If you want to be greedy, he’ll match your selfishness so quickly it’ll make your head spin.

But as Levi reaches for his revenge, the fabric gripped in a fist, he goes rigid.

Because you’re fucking purring. You’re sighing happily, a sweet noise of comfort squeaking it’s way out of your sleeping throat, and suddenly Levi feels as if he was about to kick a puppy.

Evil, he repeats. You’re evil.

His fingers relax against the blanket, and he groans, berating himself for being such a softie. 

His eyes linger on your face, or at least what he can see of it. The comforter rests right under your nose, obstructing a clear view of your expression, but he imagines you’re probably smiling. And why wouldn’t you be? So safe and warm, wrapped up in his only blanket, surrounded entirely by the scent of him. He thinks you breathe a little deeper upon that thought just to spite him.

The anger that flooded his veins only moments ago dissipates into nothing. Instead the vengeful hand that only meant to bring you suffering smoothes over your forehead, drawing patterns over your temple. You hum, pushing your head further into his touch, and suddenly Levi can’t remember why he was ever angry in the first place.

Probably survival instinct, he thinks. That’s the only reason you stole all the blankets. Your body is just trying to bare the cold.

Besides, if you really were evil, how could you be so cute? And god fucking dammit you are cute. Angelic, even, with the way you look so peaceful and docile and fuck — he can’t take that away from you.

So Levi sucks it up, sinks down into the mattress, and huffs up at the ceiling. He’ll fall back asleep eventually, he surmises. That or his body will shut down due to the cold, whatever happens first.

As he tries his best to get comfortable, shimmying closer to your radiating heat, you stir. He swears under his breath for inconveniencing your tranquility, and loathes himself entirely when your eyelids flutter.

“Levi?” you slur. “What’re doing?”

“Go back to sleep.” His voice sounds rough, the chill makes his teeth rattle when he speaks. 

“C’mere,” you pout, untangling yourself from under all the tucked in edges. You lift the comforter, silently inviting him to join you.

A savior, that’s what you are. You’re kind, merciful, and thoughtful.

Levi sighs out a, “Thank fuck”, and eagerly accepts your summoning. When he situates himself in the gracious embrace of your warmth, he lets out another sigh of relief. He’s still shivering, but it’s calmed since he’s slotted himself next to you. 

As he finishes his settling, his hand comes to rest on your waist, and you jolt backwards with a hiss.

“Levi?” you ask, sleep still thick and syrupy on your tongue. He hums in response, already lost in the temptation of a subconscious state. “Why are you so cold?”

Suddenly, Levi is wide awake. He laughs, hard and muffled with his face pressed into the pillow beneath his head.  

“Don’t worry about it,” he says after his laughter dies down, though your confusion grows. “Go back to sleep.”

And then you’re back to purring, and Levi’s back to calling you a devil, but only because you’re just too sinfully sweet and his poor heart can’t handle it. 

Yeah. You definitely planned this.

LACHERI © 2022: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

[imomnba-x07]

Okay I think I’m ganna elaborate on my Thunderbolts and New World Order theory because I can and I’m having IMMENSE brain rot rn. (Also please lemme know your thoughts or feel free to add on to this)

- General Ross as we know plays a pretty big role in both films. Neither of our boys have any love for Ross ESPECIALLY Sam, after the way he was treated on the raft. So when Ross starts gaining more political power, Sam is most likely immediately distrusting and suspicious of it and knows Ross well enough to know that he would be up to something more now with his presidential power.

- so essentially (either through the grape vine, walkers big ass mouth, or possibly even Everett Ross, I’ll get into my theory about him in a minute😏) Sam gets wind of what Thaddeus and Val are up to and don’t trust either of them to have control over a team of super powered individuals. So Sam wants to know more about this new team on the playing field but doesn’t have a contact on the inside that he trusts enough to get more information.

- that’s is, until Bucky potentially volunteers himself. Then there’s a lot of back and forth between them “Bucky no it’s dangerous” Sam my middle name is danger 😡” “Sam you trust me right?” “With my life Bucky” “then trust me to do this for you, we need a man on the inside” “if you do this, you keep in contact with me you understand? No more of this disappearing on me act” “I promise, you won’t lose me again” blah blah blah I’ll let the fic writers come up with more poetic shit

- But the question is, how do they get Bucky into the Thunderbolts without drawing suspicion? Well, anyone remember this?

- there’s a video of Bucky acting as the winter soldier somewhere out there. It’s likely that Sam asked Sharon to get a hold of it and keep it off web. But for Operation infiltrate thunderbolts, its the perfect “evidence” to have released. So Sharon, with the permission of Sam and Bucky, leaks it online. It’s the perfect ploy to make Thaddeus think he has some sort of leverage or reason over Bucky now. Because let’s be honest, Thaddeus can’t refuse the offer of getting the winter soldier to work for him and do his bidding. Bucky of course acts oblivious to the video, and let’s himself get arrested once Thaddeus gets the authority to do so.

- Wam Bam Bippity Bow, Bucky is now on the thunderbolts team, acting like this wasn’t the plan, acting pissed that he’s there, acting forlorn and dejected that he’s tied back down to the government, leaving Val and Thaddeus none the wiser (Ha ha suck it assholes) all while secretly reporting back to Sam every-time he can when the cost is clear.

- and all of this can either take place in the final or first act of Cap 4 or the beginning act of Thunderbolts. It’s the perfect reason as to why They won’t be in the same projects, but would still give them each an opportunity to appear for some scenes in eachothers movies (BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT GETTING DIVORCED DAMMIT).

- Now if you want to add ANOTHER spicy level to this well look no further! Remember that I mentioned Everett Ross before? There have been a few rumors that Thunderbolts is going to mainly center around the search for Vibranium, and it would make sense from what we saw of Val in Wakanda Forever. There are also rumors that Sam might appear in secret invasion, where Everett Ross also is. Thus giving them a potential connection.

- Everett as we know is highly trusted by the Wakandans, so we know he likely tells them what Val is up to with the thunderbolts and the potential vibranium plot. Everett however can’t get involved because he was already arrested once by Val, and the Wakandans can’t be seen interfering with international affairs based off a hunch they got from an “anonymous” source. Gosh if only there was an avenger with ties to Wakanda who still may have to redeem themselves after releasing Zemo…..oh wait😏

- It’s a nice way for Bucky to earn the trust of the Wakandans back completely while simultaneously keeping an eye on the new team recruits to see who may actually be avengers material for Sam (Yelena and Ghost obviously) instead of just being a thunderbolt for the government to use as a living weapon.

Ok that’s it, that’s my master theory. I’ll probably add to this later cause I just have too many thoughts and the brain rot has overtaken me once again

[dailycass-cain]

Detective Comics #1079 brings a lot of plot points Ram V has been spinning this arc to a head, including the one involving Cass. So here are my thoughts on the penultimate issue.

There's just a fondness I have for this series as THE Batman comic right now. It has an aura of late 90s to early 00s Batman comics spun in a modern angle.

I feel quite at home with this run.

All the protagonists are given their due here. No one is cut short, and we get teased with more entries (because Ram V did say EVERYONE would get their moment and three characters have been quiet until this issue) as the arc reaches its final crossing.

There are a lot of emotional bits here from Lian/Jade's stuff (which feels like we're getting to the final bits for them sadly, which I hope we don't) to the badassery of Azrael (gawd I want more of him in this run).

Then there's Cass's section with Freeze.

It makes complete sense that with Selina's plan in full effect if you haven't figured it out now, that Cass's part was a distraction and an attempt. To get the Orgham distracted so Selina could steal her prize.

It just feels so opposite to what's being presented in Batman and Catwoman comics along with the whole Gotham War debacle, and how rewarding this run is to seeds to prior Ram V runs (Catwoman) and this one.

This is an event done right, with stakes presented as high, villains who are quite imposing, and an emotional rollercoaster ride.

It's said in panels what the Reality Engine does, and we've seen it in action when Bruce tried to stop it. But dammit I SO want to see a story on Cass's struggle against it.

We see it teased in this issue, but a hardened warrior like Cass against this thing? GIMME!

The art here just looks so warped until the predictable occurs. Freeze betrays Cass and Selina's plan. He gets what he wants, and chills out.

Though Selina DID anticipate this, it wasn't her real goal which she does achieve in the issue.

However, I'm curious about what will come with Freeze having access to the Reality Engine and if Cass will have a role in stopping it?

I'm guessing YES.

Though it sort of feels like Cass's role in this arc has come to an end. I mean it feels like it but who knows. That said if it was and this is the final appearance of Cass in 2023.

Dang, I want more Ram V-written Cass goodness, please.

I am curious just how much damage both she and Freeze did as the latter did set off a "freeze bomb" that she escaped from, but there's no telling (until future issues) how the Orgham will recover from this setback.

I'm glad this arc was "bi-weekly". Though, as much kudos I give to the writer, both Jason Shawn Alexander and Liam Sharp deserve so much credit for this arc too. Everything they've drawn in this arc just CLICKS with the writing.

Again, this was another stellar issue, and I can't wait to see where this arc ends. As basically, Selina has won. The question is can she run away with that win or will someone ELSE sneak in? I think the latter might occur.

Look, I know it's highly unlikely but I kind of want a Flamingo vs Cass or Azrael fight. Just two hardened folk going against a foe like Flamingo? Gimme. Let Bruce take on Hurt and finish the Barbatos plot.

Though part of me wonders are Jean Paul and Barbatos linked?

Or even Cass and the Bat Demon?

These just avenues never explored given Jean-Paul did become Batman and is sporting said batty costume in this arc.

This was another fantastic issue on this run and I just wish we'd talk about how AMAZING this series. That and how when this is collected in complete form how KILLER this story will be even more.

[branmuffins22]

Got an opinion/advice question for y'all.

So, a few weeks ago, I wrote a scene that was initially going to be a bit of extra B-plot (or really C-plot) content in one of my fics (working title: Small Town Paranormal Investigations). The scene in question was Luz and Amity's milkshake date, as featured in the photo album from Thanks to Them.

Now, since I wrote it, I've done a bit of reconsidering with regards to the fic's structure, and realized that that particular scene would really work better as an intermission oneshot than as one part of the current multi-chapter affair. The broader AU fic/series that Small Town Paranormal Investigations belongs to is already planned to have smaller intermissions between most (if not all) main chapters, so the date would have just become a missing/bonus scene oneshot that I would post afterwards.

Thinking again though, there really isn't anything in the scene (as i wrote it) which ties it strongly to the broader AU, so I could probably release it as a tiny canon-compliant oneshot now-ish anyways.

On the one hand, holding off until its time comes in the broader AU gives me time to rework it for being a standalone oneshot, probably resulting in a better piece. This would especially help the pacing, since I wrote the thing initially with the intention of copying the show's scene-by-scene pace (which is rather fast).

On the other hand, it's kinda technically in a "finished" state already, and posting it now would be topical. Valentine's Day and all that. And besides, even if I post the kinda iffy one now, there's no real reason I couldn't revisit the premise later on with a bit more polish.

On the OTHER other hand, its length and pacing and all that is already also kinda perfect for including as one of the vignettes which make up the broader AU's test document of sorts, Something Like a Bible, which would ideally be the first thing I post of it (and should probabhopefully be done some time in the next few months). Putting the scene in SLaB would allow an almost-middleground between posting it now, when it's least ready and most topical, and posting it later, when it's most ready and less likely to be topical.

So, here I ask to borrow y'alls' executive function:

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- prologue

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other.

and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l

all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Several years ago

South France

There it was. His target.

He adjusted the grip around the binoculars, zooming into her, or rather her daringly décolleté dress, between the carved bars. No, he had to focus. He heaved them, pausing on her face instead. Her face was calm or so it seemed behind the lace mask that was covering her eyes. She was sitting there in the armchair, hands folded on her lap. Her white wedding dress neatly falling over her legs.

As the old man beside her in his exaggarrated imbroded long robe and jewel-covered hands and neck was talking with big gestures to his people in front of her, no one noticed her ring opening and her guiding it to her lips. Taking something out of it with her tongue. A small white pill.

No one saw. No one but him.

He smirked in his stash over the altar. "What are you planning, love?"

He curiously observed her standing up then when the man looked at her and she walked up to him. Suddenly pulling him in by the collar of his long robe and kissing him passionately. She backed off then, smiling widely. Did she -?

The man laughed, stopping abrubtly then. Coughing. He stumbled backwards then, laughing again. Eventually falling down. Not moving. Everyone rushed towards him, chaos breaking out. Chaos she used to retreat and make her way out of the altar hall. 

Sneaky, he thought and scrunched to the back stairs, planning to go after her. He ran along the corridor, hearing gunshots being fired from downstairs. Looking over the railing, he spotted her pulling out a beretta from her décolleté and firing behind her. Someone did notice her sudden absence after all.

"Dammit," he muttered. He couldn't let them get her before he could. He looked around, trying to find any way to distract them or blocking their way. His eyes falling on the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, lined up above the downstairs corridor. An idea popping up in his mind then.

He took his walter-ppk out from its holster under his blazer and shot at the chain of the chandelier in front of him. Not enough to make it fall, but enough to loosen it. The chain being connected to a rope that was slung through all chandeliers. Already spotting the guys coming down the hallway. He stepped a foot on the railing and jumped, grabbing the chandelier and swinging it with his body going back and forth. The chain broke and the chandelier, too heavy to be held in place by the rope, rushed down. Coming straight towards the thugs, who were more taken aback by him yelling "Here I come!" with a wide grin than of the actual heavy glass chandelier coming straight for their faces. Hitting them spot-on and knocking them off.

"Phew, that was close," he exhaled and wiped off sweat from his forehead, "Now gotta find the cutie." However, the victory didn't last long since he could already hear more of their buddies coming down. So he rushed towards the direction she had disappeared to.

In the meantime, she had reached a dead end. Trying frantically to open the shut doors, only to reveal a brick wall behind each of them. Although according to the blueprints there should be rooms behind them. It was a trap. There was no escaping now.

"Fck," she cursed and kicked yet another fake door shut when suddenly feeling a shockwave burning through her body and everything turning black as she lost her conscience.

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Pain. A sudden rush of pain filled her body as her conscience slowly returned. She groaned weakly. Her eyes slowly opened again. The first thing they saw being the round full moon shining brightly through one of the old cathedral's high windows. She was apparently laying on the cold stone ground. Her eyelids fell shut only to open again and she turned her head. Everything spinning when her eyes landed on a guy with a dark blue blazer casually sitting against the wall. One leg bent, his arm propped on it.

"You finally woke up," his face lit up. "Was a little worried for you there."

She didn't say anything. Her eyes narrow as she slowly sat up, pressing her hand against the ground to steady herself. She tapped around her torso then, her eyes frantically looking around. Her gun was gone.

"If you look for your cute lil' beretta, I fear they took it."

"And the-"

"The very expensive emerald necklace you stole from the old geezer? They took that as well."

She pressed her other hand on her forehead, still feeling a bit dizzy.

"What actually happened?"

"They knocked you off, love. With a tazer as I assume, considering the ugly little burns on your beautifully silk skin," he smiled, shrugging nonchalantly then, "And well, they got me while I tried rescuing you."

She nodded, dismissing the stranger's unsubtle flirting. His sweet talk not meaning anything to her, he wasn't the first one to try that on her. Her eyes then catching something shiney underneath his open blazer. She internally smirked.

She stood up, slow and purposely bending forwards to really make that deep cut neckline of hers shine. And it seemed to work when seeing his brows raising and his eyes following her every move. She bit her lips to prevent herself from grinning.

She got him wrapped around her finger, just like every man.

"Oh, no," she said then in a deeply apologetic voice. Her eyes filled with fake sorrow. "You tried helping me, saving me -" She shook her head, walking towards him. Her hands clenching her chest dramatically. Intentionally pushing her chest up. "-only to get caught here." She stopped in front of him, skinking down on her knees. Him sitting up straight at this, gulpin when seeing her coming closer. Hovering over him. "I'm so sorry, how can I ever thank you?" 

Her hand was placed on his knee. Slowly gliding up his thigh as she drew closer. Her chest touching his. Her lips sensing his hot breath. Just a bit closer and she could reach his gun.

"You wouldn't just pick your rescuer's pockets, would you? Arabella Valentine."

Her fingers froze when hearing her name and she backed off. Staring at him taken aback.

"I see you know me, Park Jimin."

He arched a brow at her, amused. "Oh, so you know me as well. I see. I take that as a compliment."

She huffed and sat back in front of him. Crossing her arms in front of her. "I'm not a noob. I know the names I should know for this business."

He laughed under his breath. Beautiful, skilled and witty. He liked it.

"And why would one of the most famous thieves try saving me?" she asked then as she slumped against the wall beside him. Glancing at him with inquiring eyes and an intrigued smirk.

"To kill you."

She caught her breath for a second at his unexpected words. 

She was good in keeping a poker face, but internally she freaked out. She was good in close combat, but so was he. She knew. And he had a gun on top of it, opposite to her.

If she had only managed sneaking it from him.

"Alright, then what are you waiting for?"

Jimin's eyes widened and he shook his head, disappointed. "Do you really think I'd kill you, love? I'm a thief. The only thing I steal is jewels and hearts." He winked at this. "Not lives."

"Then why-"

"Because someone apparently has mistaken me for an assassin and hired me to kill you," he explained, "So I got curious about you and why someone would want you gone."

Arabella nodded, her gaze falling on her lap. Her eyes telling him she was in deep thoughts. She could thing of someone wanting her gone. Her old employer, if anyone could call them that.

"So you're not gonna kill me?" She wanted to be certain.

"No," he said firmaly, "I'm not."

"Alright," she nodded then and got up. She started tearing off the bottom of the wedding dress. Taking him off-guard. "What are y-"

"I can't run properly with this long thing," she said. Now standing in front of him in a mini dress. And he gulped once again when seeing her legs. And those thighs. He felt dizzy. 

She took one of her large bell-shaped earing off then. Throwing it in the air before catching it again with a smirk. "Cover your ears," she said and before he could even ask, she pressed a button and threw it towards the large wooden door. Covering her ears right in time for the explosion.

They didn't waste time in fear of guards being around. And even if not, they would be soon due to the loud noise. So they ran out and down the long corridor. Soon reaching a crossroad.

"See ya," she waved and already ran into the left corridor. Leaving him no choice but to take the right one.

Voices echoing through the long and twisted hallways then, coming closer. Someone shouted about them having to be near. However, Jimin wasn't gonna be a fool again. He spotted a ventilation shaft behind a large plant and quickly got inside, pulling the pot in front of it so no one would see it just in time as the guards came around the corner. Laughing triumphically to himself.

He waited till silence fell once again before beginning moving further down the shaft. Trying making as little noise as possible.

Of course he had studied blueprints of this place before entering. Even if it was mostly ruins by now, many parts of the old cathedral - more like mini castle in the middle of a forest - were still intact and it was inevitable for his escape route to know all places. That was why he knew it would be save to turn left and exit the shaft from there. He would enter a long forgotten boiler room. And from there the stairs to the roof weren't far away. He could easily jump off and glide down with his parachute. However, much to his surprise he spotted another person hiding there much when peeking through the grid.

He decided to scare them a little. So when they were standing with their back facing him, he crowled out. Pressing his hand against their mouth and them against the wall. A beretta pointing at his lower abdomen.

"Psst, love. Don't make any noises by shooting me," he smirked. Seeing Arabella's alerted eyes relaxing. She pushed his chest, huffing at the snickering man. "Jerk."

"Ouch." He put his hand flat on his chest, pretending being hurt. He pointed at the small gun in her hand then. "I see you got it back."

"Wasn't hard," she shrugged, "Just had to use my charm and knock a guy off."

"Feisty, I like that."

She rolled her eyes at this.

He drew closer, capturing her between the wall and his body. "Weren't you apologizing to me only a bit earlier? Wanting to thank me for rescuing you?" The charming smirk never leaving his lips and Arabella hated that smug face of his. At the same time, however, found it annoyingly attractive as well. Something was different about him and it threw her off.

She only knew he came from a family of master thieves, his grandfather and father being ones, and that he was capable to steal anything in the world, if he wanted to. She hadn't heard anything else about him though. Leaving her not to know what to expect from him. Which she didn't like. She huffed then.

"I was obviously lying. You didn't even rescue me after all, so why should I want to thank you?"

If she wanted, she could kick him right where it hurt and in his guts, then grab his arm and twist it, pushing him to the ground. But she didn't. Not yet.

"I did try, though."

"You failed, though."

He laughed under his breath and licked over his dry lips, nodding. His face drawing close. Close enough for her to hear him whisper in her ear, "I won't fail next time."

And with that he stepped back and exited the room. Leaving her breathless.

That was how Jimin and Arabella met for the first, but surely not the last time.

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next chapter: 0.1 here

[acidmatze]

What i love so much about Trigun is that in every iteration you can just Feel how much Fun everyone involved has.

In Stampede its just Everywhere. Its so Obvious. Its in every single frame of animation, its in the backgrounds, its in the music, its in the little details that are hidden in the background and just wait for someone to discover them, its in the tweets the director and the staff are making, its in the end cards, its in the voice acting. Everyone just Wants to be there. Everyone is like "Hey look we are here and we are making something and its awesome! We are having so much fun so come and have fun with us as well!"

In the 98 anime its Everywhere as well. Everything is So Fun and you can tell everyone just had a fucking blast making this anime. Thats why it just Goes So Hard. Everything about the 98 anime is So Much. But while it goes So Damn Hard it never becomes overbearing, even when the plot gets heavy fast. Because everyone had So Much Fun with that as well. An anime can only Go So Hard when the people involved genuinely enjoy being there. Its easy to see enthusiasm when its there and its easy to see when it wasnt. And you cant fake that. Making the CDs with the OST so colourful and playful and silly was completely unnecessary but its bursting at the seams with Love, Love, Love.

And we can go further back to the manga as well! Like, damn did Nightow have a blast drawing all that! I wish i could let myself draw this raw and unfiltered, just put things in there that i Want to be there. Why does Brilliant Dynamites Neon Look Like That? Because he fucking can, dammit! Everything feels so fitting with each other and it feels all organically. Im not sure how much planning and seriousness went into the manga, i dont know Nightow's modus operandi but it doesnt matter in the end because it Feels so lively and untethered. Its there because its there. Its meant to be there. Someone had fun. Even when that fun makes us cry so many tears.

[arcplaysgames]

Yosuke, audibly tearing up: HAHA i bet chie is crying right now lmao ANYWAY I GOTTA GO IRON THE DOG, BYE

I want Chie and Yosuke to accidentally go see a sad movie together and bawl their eyes out and then make a pact to never speak of the incident again. Or, wait, Yosuke would want a pact, Chie would be like "dude have you MET me i cry at the drop of a hat! everyone has seen me cry! i'm not a baby about it like you!" and then they fight about it but Chie agrees not to tell everyone Yosuke cried.

YUKIKO BEST GIRL. man i remember back at the start of this game when i didn't dig her vibe and now i just am happy every time she shows up bc its sure to be good

anyway, everyone celebrates new years together, and I have a full body flashback to another Reverie Vantas, standing at Naganaki Shrine in Iwatodai and the beautiful music that came with the turn of the year as the end of the world was nigh.

I sure fucking hope the end of the world is not fucking nigh AGAIN.

also everyone look at naoto's winter outfit. my god the transmasc swag is off the fucking charts. look at them. that's a BOLO TIE. their pants are plaid print. impeccable. I'm applauding.

Nanako and Reverie make a Teddieman. It's adorable.

Then the game is like "hey go say happy new year to all your slinks" and i thought I'd pop in on Margaret and Marie

(also, Persona, you are a COWARD, let me have a link with Igor. COWARDS)

Marie is gone?????? The fuck.

This sounds like it's gonna kick off the bonus dungeon so good for me hitting the flag? but also what, she's GONE?

My favorite duo arrives because Yosuke has plans for a skiing trip, but also I just am thrilled to be a bystander in the Yosuke And His Annoying Younger Brother He Found In A TV Dimension show. Yosuke literally feels years older when Teddie is around because he's constantly sparking off him in that particular sibling way. It's genuinely heartwarming.

Yosuke: teddie is such a pain in the ass

Teddie: I'll stay with sensei for a few weeks

Yosuke: WHAT WAIT NO 8C

It'll be okay, Yosuke, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Maybe your parents will draw up official adoption papers. Teddrick "Teddie" Hanamura. That sounds awful but we're gonna roll with it!

also thank god teddie is here bc Dojima and Nanako are out of town for a bit so Teddie is the one there when Reverie fucking collapses. WHICH HAPPENED IN P3P TOO ODDLY ENOUGH. Persona be like "oh, ur near the end of the game? inexplicable illness time!"

Weird.

Reverie dreams of Marie standing in front of the bonus dungeon, I assume. I ACTUALLY THINK YOU'RE PRETTY NEAT MARIE SO I WILL SEE YOU LATER! WAAAAAAAIT FOR ME, I'M COMIN' etc etc.

good ol teddie

Margaret calls to inform us that she's on google maps looking for the bonus dungeon and will get back to us as soon as she has directions. the Velvet Room has terrible data reception.

WAIT NO THIS IS PRE-GOOGLE MAPS. she's gotta use MapQuest to plot a route and then find a printer to make a copy of it. That shit takes time.

JUNPEI THIS IS AN EMERGENCY, HOW DOES MY HAIR LOOK wait wrong lightning bruiser i have a terrible crush on. dammit.

[bugcatcherwill]

Wonder if Rezek will be invited to the voe and you classes? As it seems each monster after they do their proof they are good quest for the race they visit do something that has to do with that race’s culture: Zayl was cooking a meal for a group of zora, sledge fighting yunobo in goron wrestling, Kobb challenging and beating a rito at a duel, what will Rezek do?

It’s either the voe and you class or the cooking class ^^,

As I doubt it will try the spa plan at the inn

Probably would have fun doing the desert race but probably won’t due to animals seem to not like it and Rezek doesn’t really like animals as much as they don’t like it

As you mentioned Rezek can’t really get drunk so it could go to the bar but it won’t feel much from the drinks (in totk it’s revealed Noble pursuit has a alcohol free version for the young vai in the town)

So I’m personally curious on this gerudo town and Rezek chapters and wonder if there with be a mini arc in between gerudo town adventures like how with the rito we had the akkala stable arc

Oh, there's gonna be a mini-arc back at home base, all right. I like the flow of how I've been doing that where Link and one of the 4 are doing their thing while the rest have some antic they gotta deal with (Sledge's Yiga encounter, Sterre being freed, the whole Akkala Stable debacle). Not giving the details on that but I'm excited for that side-adventure :)

As for Rezek, it would be pretty funny if it observed one of those Voe and You classes and its blunt ass couldn't stand all the melodrama so it's shouting from the back "JUST TALK TO HIM IS IT THAT HARD, DAMMIT". Dunno if that's something I'm gonna run with it, but it's a funny gag to think about.

There's honestly a lot in Gerudo Desert that I could explore, the chapters are gonna be absolutely packed for sure. I got an ask that pretty much laid out all the plot hooks I had set up so kudos to you, anon, that sent it but I don't wanna reply to it just yet because I like to keep y'all mostly wondering lol.

I do plan on having it be more grounded, at least in the city itself. Have Rezek slowly come to understand the culture and the people and maybe (gasp) loosen up a bit

[crookedrussiancam]

JEMJAMMER - Announcement: The Road Ahead

Announcement Transcript:

Hey everybody! Maq here.

Some big changes are coming to Jemjammer. 

You may have noticed we did a LOT of one shots in 2022. We're not going to get into the nitty gritty, but the short version is that Kit has had A Busy Year and no longer has the time to give Jemjammer the attention it deserves. We’ve discussed it as a table, and we decided together that after five years and 100 episodes, Kit will be retiring from their role as Dungeonmaster for the campaign so they can turn their focus elsewhere. We're so proud of the stories we've told together over the last half a decade,  and we hope you'll check out their writing elsewhere going forward. 

This is not a decision we make lightly, but it’s the one that will work best for everyone involved. In the meantime, folks who follow I Will Fight You and Date Me, Dammit! will still hear Kit on those shows (and if that changes in the future, we’ll keep you informed).

The wonderful Anna - who you have all heard as both Lachlan and our DM for some side plots - has been acting behind the scenes for a while now as sort of a stage manager and running DM support, so she was the natural choice to pick up where Kit will be leaving off.. She and Kit have already had plenty of discussions about the future of the campaign and its plot, and she’s been given all of Kit’s notes, so she’ll be able to do Kit’s story justice while bringing her own considerable storytelling prowess to a game she’s loved for years. 

Now that our 100th Episode micro-arc is complete, you’ll be hearing the final session with Kit as the DM, and afterwards Anna will be picking up full-time. We thank you in advance for dealing with a little turbulence as we safely land this Taphos plane before taking off into the next story arc. 

That's the biggest news. Our SECOND set of Jemjammer news actually involves Alexei, who plays Aelfgifu.  Ever since taking over the character from Vicki, Alexei always intended Aelfgifu to be a semi-regular character to account for her busy work schedule (hence the ring that makes her blip into the Feywild at random), but, well, we ended up pulling her into the game on a more frequent basis!

This is changing as well, because Alexei has had some wonderful and exciting new opportunities crop up that unfortunately require her to pull her attention away from the campaign. Because recasting the role again would be silly (and who can really follow Alexei’s perfect Chaos Gremlin Aelfgifu?), we’ll be sunsetting Aelfgifu as a series regular and transition the role to an occasional recurring guest so that Alexei can join the table once in a while. This won't be an immediate change, but we wanted to give y'all a heads up for what's on the horizon. We’ve got some plans for Aelfgifu’s story that we’re really excited about, and we hope you enjoy hearing what’s in store for our Ranger Warlock and her growing collection of Dads.

We know that's a lot to take in - but don't worry, we've got major plans coming, and Jemjammer, I Will Fight You, and Date Me Dammit will all continue goin' strong. We’re so excited for the future of these shows, and we hope you’ll enjoy the ride, like we do.

That's all! Have a good week!

Maq, signin’ off.

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