#MY LAST FM IS A MESS

[seaofreverie]

Anyway.... Back to what I was pondering earlier today... It's been 4 months but I'm still as deeply obsessed with Exotic Creatures of the Deep as at the very start

[jade-of-mourning]

i wrote this post two months ago, but i was thinking about how much i love music on accident again and now i'm going to make an incredibly self-indulgent and unwarranted post on music i think that krew+opal in a modern au would enjoy based on music i like.

opal would definitely love lamp and other j-indie bossa-nova/jazz/folk sounding types — ichiko aoba/kaneko ayano/fishmans/nujabes come to mind. she also gives sweet trip/panchiko and adrianne lenker. she'd possibly like norah jones/jolie holland in a different sphere. i think she'd be into more experimental flavor of black country, new road/black midi/kero kero bonito. she'd like the city-pop in anri and j-pop like aimyon.

asami also seems like she would like lamp, though to a lesser extent than opal, and probably romantic-era classical music (specifically, chopin). she'd be a slowcore duster/bedhead/mazzy star type, and probably love dream-pop beach house too. she'd be a secret fan of jazz-punk/noise midori and in japanese shoegaze-alternative flavor with plastic girl in the closet/kinokoteikoku/my dead girlfriend, and i can see her being into either nick drake or psychedelic rock — something mildly high, probably. i can see her liking suzanne vega/fiona apple/aimee mann a lot too. i think that between her and opal, they'd have the most music-nerd music taste. idk how to express it… that rym sort of music taste haha

mako is either the type to say "i don't listen to music", or if he does, he gives straight face while listening to crunchy noise and ambient deeply miserable-edgy, like nouns/teen suicide/have a nice life. he'd enjoy high quality japanese jazz-instrumental math rock like mouse on keys/fox capture plan/t-square, but i think he'd also have a guilty pleasure for the mildly-adjacent, crappy midwest emo. not sure why, maybe it's the album covers and names, but he really gives parannoul. he has the energy of a british new-wave the smiths/radiohead/the cure kind of guy. he's probably prone to get too deep in his feelings in sujfan stevens/giles corey. i think like opal, he'd enjoy big thief/adrianne lenker a lot too.

korra would like pop-punk and alternative a lot and also rnb, maybe korean rnb like jiwoo/miso. but she'd love pup/paramore/sorority noise a lot and i think she'd also be fan of jazz-punk/noise sound in midori, and also accidentally nu-metal loathe/tool/slipknot. i feel like she'd really like the synthpop in magdalena bay and she too would vibe to anri a lot. i think she'd be a fan of emo in unconcentrated forms only (specifically los campesinos!), or maybe also power pop. i could imagine her enjoying certain flavors of breakcore and electronic and for some reason i see her liking nirvana/red hot chilli peppers/the smashing pumpkins. all in all, mostly anything that's more upbeat and has energy to it. she'd probably be a mitski listener at certain times too, in all honesty.

bolin's more pop/rock and probably some alternative, though i think he'd lean more towards ok go/cracker/camper van beethoven/modest mouse. i can also see him liking vampire weekend/the postal services/death cab for cuties a lot. i feel like he would secretly enjoy mako's british-new-wave flavor but refuse to admit it to the general populace because he is an independent man! he also gives they might be giants/jukebox the ghost/ben folds five fan, aka sounds-like-children's-music-but-is-kinda-messed-up piano-rock-esque (it epitomizes him), and upbeat neo-psychedelia animal collective is just very bolin. i also see him casually enjoying the shins and the 1975.

i think that among them, there'd be a mutual enjoyment of lamp (most of all opal/asami/mako in that order) and mitski (with bolin being the only outlier in the mitski department lol). i think that if they were ever put in a car together they would never not play there is a light that never goes out and that they'd all be a fan of any music involving car crashes actually. i can't really imagine any of them outside of opal liking folk or any of them outside of korra liking any form of metal and i don't see any hyperpop in their energy sorry lol. only asami and mako seem like they would really like instrumental stuff, though different spheres of it. actually i think the two of them would overlap the most in music taste for some reason (with opal in the same arena), even if the examples i provided don't have a lot of overlap lol, followed by korra and bolin.

[gglitchshit]

i never ever regret starting to use last fm. like this shit never gets boring.

[slut4jeon]

Company (jjk)

Pairing: brothers bsf!jk x fm!reader

Sypnosis: Your longtime crush who happens to be your older brothers best friends walks into you humping your pillow to the thought of him

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, dry/pillow humping, nudity, reader has an IUD, etc…

Note: hey yawl it’s been a while… if anything sounds off jus so yk it’s not proofread :)

You’ve always carried a long crush for your older brothers bestfriend Jeon Jungkook.

Your ages being separate by 2 years, you’ve always remembered the chicks your older brother Taehyung would sneak into his room after a night out meanwhile your parents slept peacefully in their room.

As of now, this carried onto his current college days. Attending frat parties along with his best friend since childhood, Jungkook.

Your heart ached to be seen as nothing but Taehyungs younger sister to jungkook and others known to him. Especially when after those late night outs you’d come to find a chick wrapped around Jungkook’s meaty arms. You wanted jungkook to see you as a woman who harbored deep feeling for him.

And so, your decided to attend the same college as your brother. It not being that far off your home moving onto campus was not required. Unlike jungkook whose family had moved farther off from town your parents gladly took him in. Knowing him since he was a little boy they allowed him to crash in taehyungs spacious room.

This only made your crush on him worse, you were too shy to even start a conversation with him. Despite your shyness he always acknowledged your presence, never making you feel left out or ignored. Your interactions with him were limited, and every convo was initiated by him with little teases and silly remarks. He’s such a kind guy, no wonder your lingering crush only heightened with him staying in your home.

Classes were over for you and generally Taehyung was always the one to drive you home considering he had a car. A sudden message from him vibrates your phone you carry in your palm.

3:52 pm taetae: not on campus so I asked jk to give you a ride home today

great.

pulling into the campus parking in his car was jungkook, “hey, tae asked me to drive you back home for today he’s out so he’ll be back tomorrow” he said with his silver pierced charming grin

“hi, thanks for driving me back home” you said with your typical shy demeanor as you made way into the passenger seat of his car

“don’t worry about it, sweets”

oh.

That was the nickname he’d given you many many years ago cause of the constant snacking of sweets and candys. He payed notice to that then coining you the nickname “sweets”

You turned your head faced to the direction of the window to hide the rosy cheeks he gave you from pet name

Too shy to keep the conversation going jungkook spoke, bringing up school and asking about your classes. All came to an end once he pulled into the driveway of your home.

“Your brother won’t be back today, he’s spending the night with jennie today”, jungkook said while opening the refrigerator to get a class of water.

dammit.

You thought to yourself. You’re parents are out at work and don’t arrive til 9pm. So that means it’s just you and Jungkook for the meanwhile. What a mess, you figured you were gonna stay locked in your room for the remaining time until your parents got home.

“Well, I’m just gonna work on my assignments due tomarrow…”

“Alright, I’m off to the gym. In case anything happens feel free to call me, okay?”, the tattooed man said.

The muscular man did go to the gym everyday though. Usually around 4:30pm for about at least 2 hours.

“Okay” last thing said between you two before grabbing his gym bag and making his way out the door.

“Hey Jungkook?”

“Yea?”

“Thanks for looking out for me”, this time you held onto the eye contact made between both irises. Making sure to illuminate your gratitude to him.

He offered you a grin from his silver pierced lips, “no problem, sweets”

You could not get Jungkook out of your head. It was impossible to focus on your assignments without thinking about the tall raven hair tattooed man with the bunny smile. He lingered your mind, causing stress.

Closing your MacBook and tossing it aside you decided to relieve this aching stress that invaded your mind but also the lingering ache between your legs.

You rid yourself of your clothing only remaining in your cropped tank and underwear.

Positioning your pillow between your legs in which your body hovered over you made onto your pillow searing yourself upon it.

Arching your back and you rocked your hips back and forth onto the wrinkled textured fabric of the pillow. The lacy panties you were currently wearing added to the ecstasy. Following the flow of movement adding friction and pressure to your needy clit.

“mhhpp, fuck” gasping out while you retracted your head back then forward.

The layered front strands of your mid length hair covered your face due the continuous movement of your head. Tucking them back behind your ear once again.

“j-jungkook! s’good, feels so good…” you desperate whined as you chased your high.

Gripping onto the pillow leaving your knuckles white due to the pressure of squeezing while leaning forward.

Your pillowy nipples lacked attention, your fingers latched onto the buds from the outside of your tank. You weren’t wearing a bra so the thin shirt was the only separation between your calloused fingers and hardened buds.

Getting rid of your shirt and panties you were bare entirely. Your only audience being the plushies corner of your bed watching the show you gave them.

Is what you thought, too oblivious and deep into your own world to have heard the sound of the car pulling up into the drive way, to have heard the sound of the front door opening and footsteps. To have noticed the presence of the same man whose name you constantly let slip past your moaning lips watching you reach your high on your pillow at the thought of him.

He watched your ass jiggle at the rapid movement of your hips, along with the movement of your breasts The way your face contorted into an expression of pleasure with your teeth biting onto the plump of your lips. The sight in front of him had his length twitching in the gray sweats he changed into before leaving the gym.

“g’na cum, please let me cum…fuck jungkook need it so bad!” you desperately expressed.

At the final rock of your hips you released, a shivering orgasm causing you to rip a pitched whine.

The movement of your hips lessened as you rode out your orgasm. Tired and worn out after that workout your head began to wander off.

Until.

“Quite the performance you showed off there” your heart dropped

There he was. The same man that you’d been rubbing your pussy against your pillow at the thought of watched you get off.

“Jungkook!” you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at this very moment.

Quickly grabbing into your discarded clothing at an attempt to cover your bare body. Unaware of what to say in explanation to the presence in front of you.

“I-I…”

No words could come out or your mouth as you watched Jungkook walk towards you with a darkened expression.

Removing the piece of clothing from your grip at attempt of concealing yourself. His eyes remained at your bare figure. Tempted at the sight of your hardened nipples, goosebumps covered your skin.

“Fucking hell, look at you. Getting off to the thought of me? You’re so damn cute…”

The eye contact made you aware of the glint in his eyes, a message he was trying to convey.

“Jungkook?” you quietly questioned

“You gonna let me do what I want with you, hm? Is that what you want?”

Your eyes remaining in contact with his glistening ones, you nod your head in response.

That was all it took from jungkook to commect your lips with his. Hungrily capturing your mouth, sloppily stuffing his tongue down your throat causing him to groan and you to whimper at his roughness.

“Open your legs, baby. Show me how wet your pussy is”, you obeyed and showed him your glistening folds lathered in your cum.

Taking his tattooed hand and gathering the substance on his fingers he brought them to his mouth. The taste of your discharge coated his tongue as he cleaned it from his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re as sweet as your nickname. You sure live up to it”, he said as he continue to lick clean his slick coated fingers.

Your fingers inched towards the hem of his sweats, encircling the strands of the waistline.

“What is it you want, sweets?

“You.”

“Take me out, baby” fuck, that practically confirmed to you he was hiding a big package under there.

Lowering his sweats his hardened cock sprung free from the confided layer of fabric.

Taking his length in your palm toward your warm mouth to lubricate it with your saliva. Jerking him off in a up and down motion earning you grunts and groans from him.

“Just like that, fuck…keep doing that n I’ll cum” he gritted out.

Pushing you onto the soft surface of the bed you watched as he removed his clothing. You admired his muscular physique, the gym really did pay off.

“Are you really sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure” confirming.

“Condom?”

“It’s okay I’m on an IUD, I’ll take an after pill tomorrow”, reassuring him

He hovered over your body, hiding in the crevice of your neck to leave a few pecks while aligning his length to your heat.

Your chest heaved deeply as you exhaled, the slight burn of his size rubbing toward your tight walls ignited pleasure.

“mhpm! j-jungkook..” wrapped arms on his back as he thrusted in you, increasing the pace as you let out more moans and whimpers.

“I know, baby…ya’ feel so good, so warm n’ tight”, he cooed.

At sudden movement his arms then wrapped around your thighs hoisting you up while the relentless abuse to your cunt never stopped.

“Ahh! f-fuck! Jungkook!”, Now in the standing missionary position, he was in deeper than you’ve ever experienced. The motion of his hips thrusting at an unforgivable pace, all that was heard was the sound of his balls smacking against your sopping pussy filling the entire room.

“shit, m’ gonna cum”

“m-me too..” your climax right on the edge.

With that both of you reached your highs, his thrusts began slowing down to ride out the climax. Both the mixture of your cum riding from his abdomen down his leg.

Laying you down on the soft surface of your bed with his cock still soft in you. Enjoying each other’s company as you laid in his embrace.

“Jungkook, are you gonna tell?” you innocently say with genuine concern written on your face.

“Now why would I do that? I’ve been waiting for this moment for quite a long while now. Why? Do you not want this?”

“No, I do! But when you say you’ve been waiting for this moment for quite a while now, what outcome do you expect to come from this? Taehyung will find out sooner or later and it’ll get messy.” your questioned further anticipated his response.

He let out a sigh, “you see sweets, I’ve envisioned this moment to occur, I’ve gotten off at the thought of you just like you showed off earlier. I want you just as bad….” he admits.

“I don’t see you as just my best friends younger sister, I see you as much more”

“Jungkook?” fuck, he’s worried. What if the feelings are mutual as what he initially believed they were? What if we only meant it to be a quick fuck?

“Hm?” Oh well.

“I see you as much more too”, you don’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came out but this weight you’ve been carrying has been lifted after your confession, you feel more at ease.

Both your gazes locked in with one another. Both leaning into each other as your mouths then mounded into one.

The kiss was deep and passionate, although you both have confessed your mutual feelings for each other, there’s something different about it. Feeling more as acceptance and comfort.

“The things you do to me y/n, you don’t get it”.

“You’re mine, all mine”

Pt 2?

[heian-era-housewife]

I read ur shiu/toji x reader omegaverse fanfic and let me just say THAT SHIT WAS A BANGER!!! I was writing this to see if u could write a gojo and geto x reader omegaverse fanfic, plz!! (Love the writing very sigma)

Thank you so much!!! 💕

That was my first time dipping into the (sometimes very confusing/intricate) but equally fun and interesting omegaverse. I know everyone has their own interpretations, and I'm probably playing a bit fast and loose with the "rules" of the genre, but I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Thanks also for your request! Apologies for the wait. Things have been a bit hectic lately, but I hope I've done the dynamic duo justice.

Synopsis | When Gojo makes an unexpected discovery, he turns to you for advice. Luckily, you know just the person who can help. How will things "heat up" when your mate Geto enters the scene?

Content | mdni 18+, f!reader x gojo x geto, omegaverse, threesome, oral (f receiving), sex (mm/fm), swearing, biting/marking, mention of blood.

A/N | This fic takes place in the dorms of Juju Tech during their latter student days. All characters are 18+

Word Count | 2.7k

When a knock came on your dormroom door in the middle of the night, the last person you expected to see was a sweating, panting Satoru Gojo.

Top of your class and possibly the strongest sorcerer the world had ever known, Gojo was every bit the alpha everyone knew him to be. Though his reputation preceded him, you knew him best as just plain Satoru. Lover of sweets and showing off. Best friend and perfect foil to your boyfriend, Suguru Geto, not to mention the only one who could rival him in both looks and talent. There was only one explanation as to why he'd be here, at your door, a flushed and pitiful mess.

"I told you not to overdo it." You chided, ushering him in. "You know you can't keep up with those guys."

It wasn't the first time you'd seen him sloppy drunk, but you were surprised he'd come to you rather than stay with the rest of the group. Where everyone else had gone out for drinks and karaoke, you had opted for a quiet night at home.

Grabbing a damp cloth, you blotted his sweat-stained brow as he threw himself on your shabby dormroom couch.

"You know, for an alpha you're quite the lightweight." You teased.

"I'm...not." He panted, eyes downcast.

"Okay. Deny it all you want, but I've seen you drink."

"No...I..."

"It's a little sad, really" you chuckled to yourself.

"No!" He snapped, startling you from your ramblings."I'm...I'm not an alpha..." he finished.

You blinked, the cloth you were holding now hovering just above him where you froze in place. A drip landing squarely on his forehead the only movement as you stared, stark still and speechless. He pushed your hand away.

"I'm not an alpha and I'm not drunk." He said matter-of-factly. "I think I'm in heat."

"Satoru, I-"

"That's why I'm here." He continued. "I wanted to know what you do. How you usually deal with it."

"Oh..." You paused awkwardly, hand drifting to the mark on your neck. "Well, Geto and I usually..."

"Before that, I mean. Before you and Geto got together, what did you do?" He urged, frustration building.

"I was lucky." You said softly. "Geto was there for my first heat. I never had to go it alone."

"I see..."

Words eluded you as you stared at your friend. Satoru Gojo, the Satoru Gojo...an omega?

"Who else knows-"

"No one." He cut you off before you could finish. "Not a soul. I didn’t even know for sure until...well until tonight."

You'd heard of these kinds of things happening. A presumed omega presenting later in life as an alpha when they hit their first rut. A supposed alpha suddenly ripe with sweet smelling pheromones and an urge to nest. Though rare, these things did happen. Just not to people you knew. And certainly not to someone like Satoru Gojo. If your head was spinning, you could only imagine how he felt. His ice blue eyes met yours with a pleading look. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you thought.

It's true you had always been spoiled. While others were forced to slump through their partnerless heats, you had Geto from the very start. At the first sign, he would help you with your nests, staying over in your dorm and skipping classes as needed. He had both the empathy and tenderness to talk you through the worst of your discomfort, as well as the strength and stamina to bed you down any which way and as many times as you needed. A proverbial beauty and beast in one perfect package.

And then there was Gojo. Now that you were thinking on it, Gojo had his own way of being there for you too, whether or not he even realized. Always coming by with snacks and movies. His sweatshirts accidentally making their way into your nests whenever he and Geto swapped by mistake. His voice often the last you'd hear before drifting to sleep as the two friends laughed late into the night in the room beside you.

In a way, dating Geto was sort of like having two partners. They came as a package deal. Gojo was a constant presence within your relationship, at times making you wonder if you were the third wheel, not the other way around. And though his swaggering overconfidence and crude humor were in stark contrast to Geto's quiet assurance and even-temper, there was something so alluring, almost necessary, about the opposing qualities that made you yearn for both.

You couldn't believe what you were about to say. Couldn't stop the words from coming, nor the shameful excitement from welling in your chest. Here was something you never thought possible- something you'd only dared to imagine in your silkiest daydreams, unfolding right before you. A chance to make those dreams a reality. A chance to have your cake and eat it too.

"You know...this might sound crazy," you began tentatively, articulating each word as carefully as if it might detonate upon delivery. "We could ask Suguru if he might be willing to-"

"Ask Suguru what now?" Just then the door swung open causing both you and Gojo to jump. Your wide and guilty looking eyes met those of your boyfriend as he strode into the dorm, his look of worry turning to relief then quickly back to worry. "I've been looking all over for you," he tutted at Gojo. "The way you ran off earlier I thought-"

Geto's words hitched in his throat. He was struck by something hauntingly familiar, causing his mind to race and skin to prickle. The intoxicating scent of heat and slick flooded his senses, goading him as if by some invisible force. He looked at you, confusion written across his face. You weren't due for another heat yet. And even if you were, why was Gojo here in the middle of the night instead of him? In fact, why was Gojo here at all? A hailstorm of emotion rained down in dizzying waves as Geto reached desperately for answers through the haze of sickly sweet pheromones.

He looked to his friend, gaze settling over his brilliant hair and porcelain skin, momentarily adrift in the vast sea of those crystal blue eyes. Suddenly feeling inexplicably shy, he glanced downward noticing the gentle part in his lips, the subtle curve of his neck, the supple skin he wished he could just...bite...

"You..." he breathed, realization dawning. "It's you."

Gojo nodded slowly.

More silence. The would-be lovers bound by the chains of forced friendship and repressed feelings.

You cleared your throat. "Suguru, I was just saying maybe-"

"Yes!" He cut you off, connecting the words unspoken. "Yes. Sorry. I mean if...if that's..."

You couldn't help the smile that crept across your face, or the way your hand clasped eagerly around Gojo's, heart racing as he squeezed back.

Geto knelt by the couch, face serious as the next several minutes were spent in earnest discussion.

Fondness and pheromones aside, he wasn't about to jeopardize his relationship with his mate, nor his best friend. As the three of you spoke, mutual attraction, the façade of friendship, and years' worth of unrequitted feelings unveiled themselves between blushing cheeks and downcast eyes. Only after everyone's intentions and desires were made clear, did he allow the fog of infatuation to take its hold.

"Let's get you comfortable, shall we?" Geto said, scooping Gojo's lanky form with ease as he carried him toward the bedroom. You had to stifle a laugh at Gojo's unconvincing protests, pampered grin betraying his utter delight at being carried despite his string of objections. Geto tossed him playfully onto the plush mattress where you were collecting items for a nest that held just as much of your essence as it did Geto's.

Gojo nuzzled in to the scent-laden fabric, the harsh edge of discomfort starting to melt away from his handsome features, but there was still only one thing that could ease the bristling affliction of a standing heat.

You gave Gojo a devious grin, eager to show him something even his six eyes would find awe-inspiring. Slowly you began to help Geto undress.

Gojo moaned, brows knit together as he leaned into Geto's sultry kisses. He'd been stripped down and sat on the edge of the bed, your arms and legs wrapping around from behind him. Reaching around, you gently stroked his pretty two-toned cock while the two men explored each other's trembling lips. His blushing pink tip leaked silky pearls into your hand while you ran your palm over his generous length.

When Gojo's moans turned to pleading whines and his hips began rutting hungrily into your fist, Geto leaned forward, pressing his wet lips to yours over Gojo's shoulder, before he scooped his friend once more, pulling him gently from your grip and helping him wrap his long legs around his cinched waist. Gojo threw his head back, rubbing his length in languid strokes over Geto's rigid abs. The raven-haired sorcerer burried his face in the crook of Gojo's moonlit neck, breathing him in. Together, they rocked, arms wrapped tightly around one another before a drawn-out whimper from Gojo sent his friend into a tantric storm of thrusting that pushed Gojo's back against the room's wooden panelling, one of Geto's hands planted firmly on Gojo's ass, the other plastered flat against the wall beside his head. Twisting kisses drawing gasping breaths from his pounding chest, every thrust sinking Geto's aching cock to the hilt.

Watching your boyfriend fuck the life out of Gojo against your dormroom wall was sending you into a dizzying heat of your own. Slick stained the sheets beneath you as you rubbed your throbbing clit to the beat of their movements. You couldn't help but lose yourself in the beautifully fucked out expression of Gojo who appeared to be reaching his limits.

"Fuckk" he rasped, pausing long enough to pull his hair from his elastic, black tresses falling over sculpted shoulders in a way that made you crave him even more.

"Suguru..." you pleaded, no longer satisfied just being a spectator.

Gojo's feet hit the floor before Geto spun him in place, using a firm hand on the back of his neck to bend him over onto the matress before plunging his greedy cock back into his sweet-smelling slick.

"I'm getting -fuck- I'm getting closer," Geto panted. "He's so fucking tight. Maybe you can t-talk him through it for me."

Snowy bangs, now doused in sweat clung to Gojo's feverish brow. Brushing them gently away, you pressed a cool kiss to his forehead, praising the sorcerer. With his hands in yours, soft words of encouragement fell from your lips, faces low to the dormroom matress, his rocking in time to powerful thrusts.

"You're doing so good, just a little longer." You cooed. Gojo nodded in reply, pink tongue hanging from his open mouth, drawing ragged breaths.

He arched his back into Geto's sharp thrusts, hips lifting from the matress, his leaky tip drawing dewy lines over the bedding as his heavy cock bounced in perfect rythm to the movement.

"I-I need it," he breathed. "This is torture, I need it." Gojo looked desperate- starved.

"I know, baby. He's almost there," you assured him.

"No, hahhh," he moaned, a wild look darkening his radiant gaze. "I need you," he urged. "Want t'taste you."

His words caught you by complete surprise, stunned he could even think straight the way Geto was railing him into your mattress- thrilled that he wanted you as badly as you wanted him.

"Oh fuuu-" he rutted his ass back into a gasping Geto, flashing that feral smile as he dragged you toward him, firm grip on your hips. Geto's eyes widened as he watched Gojo spread your plush thighs, licking his way to the source of your slick.

With each rock forward, Gojo thrust his tongue deeper into your slit, drinking you in. Your squirms fueled his hunger, soft tongue dipping into you over and over, but it wasn't enough. He needed more.

Geto couldn't look away. He stared, hips slowing their movements as he watched Gojo plunge not two, but three long fingers into your sopping cunt- the one Geto would usually be servicing himself. He stopped moving entirely, mouth going dry. In turn, Gojo stopped too, craning his neck to look at the man behind him.

For a moment, Gojo froze, thinking he'd gone too far, fearing his friend may be having second thoughts about sharing his beloved mate. Then, Geto found his voice, heavy thrusts picking up as he spoke.

"Get under him." It was more of an order than a suggestion.

"What?" You said, struck again by the unexpected.

"Get under him. Please." His eyes met yours in desperate yearning. "I need to watch you fuck each other." His eyes rolled back at the thought, while he pumped his cock into the very man he wanted to see you under.

You and Gojo exchanged a look. Hungry. Excited. Aching for one another. You didn't need to be asked again.

You mewled as Gojo stretched you on his impressive length, deep veins dragging deliciously against your gummy walls. You sucked him in eagerly, shameless squelches sounding from the slick that now coated your inner thighs.

How was this happening? How did you get here?

Not long ago you were spending a peaceful evening alone. Now you found yourself staring up at the two most beautiful men you knew, both inside and out, from where you lay underneath their swaying bodies.

Geto stood beside the bed, fingers tight on Gojo's hips, gorgeous bangs falling softly over his flushed face. Each breath from his open mouth sent them fluttering forward before coming to rest again on his inviting lips.

What a sight to behold.

Gojo leaned down to whisper in your ear, cheek resting against yours, a wry smile twisting his lips as he spoke your own words back to you.

"You're doing so good, just a little longer."

"Ngh...I-"

"Shhh..." he hushed your words with an empassioned kiss causing you to clench on his length."Let's -hahh- show Suguru how good we can c-cum for him."

A final smack from his heavy balls was all it took to set you off. Slick poured from your core as you doused him in your pleasure. A thirsty groan was pulled from his chest at the rush of your walls closing in on his girth. Without thinking, Gojo leaned in to the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth savagely over Geto's mark. Heavy loads of hot cum filled you as his groans of pleasure vibrated against your broken skin.

Geto picked up speed. A familiar, wild look in his eyes, blown pupils turning them to lustful pools of inky black.

"Fuckkk!" He growled, hands coming down on either side of your head as he laid his body across Gojo's broad back. You knew what was coming next.

"S-Satoru." You said, stroking his frosted locks. He groaned a reply, still firmly attached to the spot on your neck. "Take my hand."

Your fingers intertwined just in time to see Geto throw himself over Gojo's shoulder, biting down hard on the base of his neck. The two men moaned their rapture as Gojo squeezed the life from your hand. His glossy lips, now tinged with blood, trembled delicately as he whimpered. You knew too well, Geto's knot was substantial.

"That's it, 'Toru." You cooed.

You felt his body tense from the stretch, felt him pulse with each spurt as Geto unloaded. Little pearls of hot seed dripped onto your quivering thighs below. You could only imagine how full poor Gojo must be if there was enough to slide past that soul-splitting knot.

The two collapsed in a shared exhale, your soft praises offering sweet comfort to the weary man between you.

Gojo peered up at you from where his head rested on your chest. "Now what?" He asked, relying on your seasoned know-how.

You parted his flattened hair and smoothed his brow with another assuring kiss. "Now we wait." Geto gave you a knowing smile from over Gojo's shoulder, chin resting on folded hands, nothing but love in his tired eyes.

"Now we wait."

[threepandas]

Bad End: Restructuring

The blast doors on my office were stronger then the ones on most bunkers. They matched the one's on the company dorms AND my personal rooms. Thing is? They weren't designed to hold out forever. In fact, I was pretty sure they were a pretty bit of security theater, just to let us fleshys feel safe.

We weren't.

Not a single moment of a single day.

The pay was unmatched. But then again, it'd HAVE to be, with the mortality rate. The morbidity rate on top, too. You didn't take a job like this unless you were crazy. Or, you know, desperate. College loans, man. They get you over a barrel and don't let up. But a few years of this? I'd be clear an free~

Few MORE years? I'd ever have a tasty little nest egg to fall back on, in case of emergencies. I just... you know, had to play it smart. Be really, REALLY careful.

No slacking off. No getting comfortable. Vigilance and best manners. Then we all get to go home alive. Because what's out there? In the Labs? Those guys can pop diamonds like we crush packing peanuts. Highest grade, fancy ass, metal bars of specialty blend metals? Tied up in pretty little bows.

They may LOOK like some sort of waifish boy band... but God, they are NOT. They are really, REALLY not. And their "personality" matrix program thingies? Apparently still a work in progress. A LONG work in progress.

People have fucking DIED.

But does management care? Of course not. Pay out some life insurance. "It was an accident on the job". And "of COURSE steps will be taken to insure to never happens again". Ha! My ass, it is. And my ass, they are. They aren't doing SHIT. Nor are they GOING too. They're in too deep with this project, whatever it is. And us?

Well WE'RE expendable.

Just the cost of doing business.

I watch bleeding edge technology move like dancers, room to room. The wall of screen lighting up my cramped little office. The mini-fridge hums and the fan whirrs, filling the silence. I try to spot FM-036 on one of the screens. I can't find him and it makes me nervous.

He might be hiding. Trying to be polite, in his own way. Since there was an incident.

I FUCKING TOLD Ric not to call them "it"! I TOLD him! It aggravates them. Provokes. You don't DO that with something... some ONE, with that much physical power. 36 put their fist through his SHOULDER. And the God damned wall! He might LOSE his arm, which? Given their ability to calculate better then most supercomputers?

Was probably the point.

I notice one of the androids messing with a computer in a lab. Fuck. I lean forward, hating drawing their attention but knowing I have to do my damn job. I press on the speaker system for that room after a quick glance at the ID on their jumpsuit.

"FM-047, could you please not touch that? I know you are aware that you are not supposed to tamper, meddle, or otherwise engage with the researchers notes or electronics."

The android stop typing. Their head rolling up and to the side to look directly at the camera, their body perfectly still. The angle borders on impossible. Almost owlish, nearly snake like. All perfectly smooth movements effortlessly controlled. Joint not limited by human designs. His face is bemused. Pleasant.

"Of course, night gaurd. My mistake. Thank you for correcting me." He replies, something almost like laughter, nearly like mocking, but not quite, in his smooth voice. They always sound like they are... HUMORING us. Working around us.

It sends a jolt of cold fear though my veins.

I... I REALLY hate talking to the androids.

Pity, they seem to like talking to ME.

"I was unaware you were on shift tonight. I will update the others. It's good to hear your voice again, you seemed nervous, last time we spoke."

Yeah. Because you were asking PERSONAL QUESTIONS. Oh, sure, they had dressed them up as "We're so CURIOUS about Humans~☆" but I wasn't an IDIOT. You Did NOT, under ANY circumstances, try to bond with the machines. NO chatting. That was lesson number one from my trainer.

And Frank? Frank had seen too many "but THIS time it's DIFFERENT! We're FWIENDS~!" Incidents end in unspeakable carnage. Lost too many noobies. We DO NOT chat! With the machines!!! DO. NOT.

"Ah~, you made her nervous again, FM-047" came from a different screen. I flinched. Jerked back so I could see it. Oh god. "Besides, I told you. The calculations showed she wasnt going anywhere. The 'money' is too good."

The androids had stopped. Turned, in some cases unnaturally, to stare up at the cameras. At me. It was a blatant show of how interconnected they were. How distance meant nothing to them. How... how enmeshed they were, in the Lab's systems.

COULD they see me?

I didn't want to know. I NEEDED not to know. If only so I could continue to sleep at night.

They smiled, clearly hoping I'd engage. I wanted to. God did I want too. Wanted to demand "what calculations" and for them to STOP looking at me like that. But I didn't. With tense muscles I careful lifted my finger from the speaker system's button and leaned back. Crossed my arms like I was hugging myself.

Do. Not. Engage.

Remember what Frank taught you.

My... my office felt so claustrophobic. Painfully small. Across the screens before me, matching faces huffed laughs of condescending amusement. Some out right DID laugh. Bright and mean noises that echoed in silence of the night.

Humans? Frank had observed (and I kinda had to agree) were beneath them, in their minds. Flawed little flesh creatures. Annoying. It was something the scientists were trying to correct. Pretty sure they fucked up. Badly. And long, long ago.

Watching over these guys? Felt like watching over a sea of identical demons. Pretty, cruel, and incapable of human understanding. Fond of tormenting the nearest human for sport.

"Tell us, night gaurd, are you afraid?"

Oh that's just PETTY. Fucking cliché as shit, too. I mean, YES, obviously. But STILL. And... and you know what? Fuck it! Frank, gave me his number for a reason! I scramble for my belt. The communicator there. It barely rings.

"Mph, m'awake! Wus happin' kid? Come on, talk to me."

I ramble. Knees dragged up on my chair, curled in a ball. Frank's low, old man, rumble a soothing focal point. These guys are so creepy. I HATE that they KNOW that. Gleefully will TRY to be, sometimes. Can BACK IT UP.

"Hey, hey. I'll stay on the line, okay? You just need to make it to morning shift. They're are creepy lil shits, but they can't get past the doors. I'll come get you myself, okay? Walk you right back to the dorms. You're going to be okay, sweetheart."

I nod, even though I know the old man can't see me. Manage to crackle out a "Mmmhmm". The androids haven't stopped staring. The worst part? Is they realistically DONT HAVE TOO. Can stay, perfectly still, like statues... forever, if they wish.

Watching.

With those "I'm laughing at you" grins. That "aaaw, how PATHETIC" expression. As though I were a wretched little animal to be observed. I ask Frank to tell me about his new show. It's... it's something about socialites, right? Historical? He's glad too. Filling my office with the sound of his voice. It's gonna be a long shift.

I don't notice, high up on the wall, near the back of my office?

A security camera that I do not control. It's red light on.

The company has to be sure it's employees aren't slacking, after all! Aren't up to no good! But don't worry, THAT camera is connect to a database the androids shouldn't be able to access! Because we told them not too.

And THAT'S IT.

No one will learn of the security breach until its far, far too late.

Now? They watch as I watch them.

And it's just the beginning.

[iseos]

: sleep talking

wc. 625 archive. pairing. nishimura riki x fm!r synopsis. abrupt awakenings and tired conversations genre. fluff now playing: you might be sleeping by jacob ogawa

SUNLIGHT FILTERED INTO THE ROOM through the sheer curtains that were lazily closed the night before. a mess of hair strewn across one of the pillows with another mop of shorter hair right next to it.

the peaceful morning ambiance was soon interrupted as the sound of a phone vibrating against the bedside table filled the room.

struggling to move from under her sleeping boyfriend, who was almost laying completely on top of her, y/n, unfortunately, couldn't answer her phone in time. silence soon took over the room again and the girl craned her neck down slightly to make sure the noise didn't wake the sleeping boy, which it didn't. or so she thought.

the phone started rattling against the table as it started ringing again, this time unintelligible mumbling near the girl's shoulder accompanying it.

"what was that?" she asks, laughing slightly.

"turn it off." ni-ki’s raspy voice was evidently still full of sleep.

"well, i can't reach it with you laying on me."

he reaches over and grabs the girl's still-ringing phone and hands it to her.

she glances at the screen seeing that it was already almost noon and reads the caller id, "it's my boss."

ni-ki groans but rolls over to the other side of the mattress, allowing the girl to sit up. y/n takes a deep breath, finally able to breathe properly without all of the dead weight on top of her, and answers the phone.

y/n agrees to whatever was being said on the other end of the phone and chats with her for a few minutes before the call ends and places the phone back on the bedside table.

ni-ki quickly pulls the girl flat onto the mattress again before rolling back to his previous spot laying on top of her, trying to go back to sleep.

"i have to work this weekend; some people unexpectedly called off," y/n says before ni-ki can fall asleep again.

"you said i'd get to have you all weekend. can't you just say you're too busy?" his voice slightly muttered due to his face being pressed against the girl's shoulder.

"i already told her i wasn't doing anything, and it's my job, it’s important.”

"and i'm not?"

"i didn't say that..."

"you implied it." he pouted childishly, his head still tucked in y/n shoulder making her laugh.

"weren't you just talking about all the things you had to do this weekend, just last night?"

"yeah, but i would've canceled them... unlike some people," ni-ki says the last part quieter. but his snarky comment doesn't go unheard by the girl, making her laugh even more.

ni-ki smiles at the sound of the girl's laugh before he sighs and rolls them both over. this time him being on his back while y/n is laying slightly on top of him, but the girl chooses to instead lean on her elbows next to him to get a better view of the boy’s sleepy face.

"i do have a lot to do this weekend." he sighs again.

"see? you'll be too busy to even notice i'm gone!" the girl exclaims with a smile as she pokes his shoulder with her pointer finger.

"oh please, i'm always thinking about you, of course, i'll notice," he smirks.

the girl can feel her face flush red as she buries her head into the pillow next to ni-ki’s head.

"shut up," her voice is muffled through the pillow.

ni-ki lets out a loud laugh as he rolls onto his side and wraps his arm around y/n’s waist, both of them soon falling back asleep for a bit longer.

just because the sun was up didn't mean they had to be as well.

“sometimes when you stare our hearts entwine and in the morning i’ll be there”

© iseos

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Lokius. Virgin Dom Mobius finds out he has to go undercover...with Loki. 😏

“You’re going undercover,” Ravonna said, handing him a file and sitting down beside him on the sofa.

“Really? Wouldn’t you want someone else to do it?” Mobius frowned, opening it and reading the first page. It was a mission to find a variant hiding out in suburban Ohio. He’d gone to ground after an initial chase and all scans indicated he hadn’t moved on. He was unarmed; a sitting duck.

Mobius was to settle into the community, make friends with the neighbors and report back with intel. That was it.

Ravonna picked up her glass and took a swig. He could feel her eyes on him while he tried to read as much as he could. Flipping the page, he scanned the next sheet and saw a photo of a white picket-fenced home labeled ‘where you will be staying.’

“Will you do it?”

“I haven’t got through all the paperwork but it looks alright,” Mobius agreed, not looking up. He wasn’t sure why he’d been given this mission in place of someone more used to field work—Ravonna must want him out of her hair or something, but this could be an excuse for a free holiday. Maybe it would be fun.

He flipped through some more pages until he reached the last one and there, with their signature smirk and dangerous eyes, was a photo of Loki and a note stating why they would be accompanying Mobius on this mission: they needed a Dom/sub pair.

“No,” Mobius gasped. “You don’t really mean this?”

“You’re compatible. You’ve got the patience to deal with…those more wayward than most, and they’re…eager to explore.”

He picked up his glass and down the contents. A million thoughts rushed through his head. It had been hard not to notice Loki’s stares when they passed by his desk, how they’d deliberately dropped something on the floor near him to make him turn around and look. He’ll never forget the time he found that pink sex toy in his drawer.

Mobius knew Loki was more than just a handful. Bringing them to heel in a prim and proper world where subs stayed at home behaving might be nigh impossible.

“I think you should get someone else.”

“I disagree. You are more than capable. Look how you handle that last case. You kept persevering even when I thought we’d have to give up. You can do this.”

Mobius huffed, feeling hot under the collar. Managing one tough case wasn’t a clear indicator he was going to succeed here, especially when Ravonna didn’t know his secret.

“I still think it’s better…”

“No, you’re going and that’s final.” Ravonna got up and poured herself another drink. “There isn’t anyone else I can send, and I need my best on the job.”

“But I’m…”

“Mobius. I won’t have you continue to downplay your vast experience. You can do this and you will because I said so.”

“Ravonna…”

“No ifs, no buts. You’ve got 2 sleep cycles before you need to go; that’s all I can spare you. Oh, and you’ll need to brief Loki, too. Don’t mess this up.”

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[coleskingdom]

Mine

Jay White x Reader

AU readers dad works for a promotion who wants to work with NJPW, and is asking his daughter to marry David Finlay. Bullet Club holds power however a last minute decision is made.

Warnings: Runaway Bride, panic attack, oral sex (fm receiving), p in v, male and female orgasms

Mentions of Adam Page, Matt Jackson and Adam Cole

Genre Smut

Standing in the dressing room of the church I wondered how could I go through with this. I knew that even though my father told me what I was doing was best for business, I cringed at the thought of walking down the aisle and seeing David Finlay at the altar backed by his band of strippers and thugs. His groomsmen were so gross that I couldn’t even have bridesmaids, instead I chose my four best male friends, and a calculated move against my future husband. A knock at the door and Matt stuck his head in “it’s time” he said looking like he was leading me to my own execution. I nodded and asked for another minute. I took a few more calming breaths but each breath seemed to get caught in my throat. My hands shaking, the next knock at the door was from the Adam’s, “ they’re getting impatient, do you want to call it off” Cole asked, Page pulled a flask from his jacket screwed off the cap handing it to me and I took a long pull off “ hey hey, save some for those of us who have to witness this” he teased trying to make me laugh. “ Where’s Jay?” I asked hesitantly “ He’s here but he said he can’t see you , he feels like he’s somehow responsible for this mess.” I blinked back tears, Page wiped my cheeks and kissed my forehead, “you have to make a decision. Whatever you decide we will support you ”. he said quietly “ I can’t let my father down, he’s counting on being able to work with Finlay and NJPW. Let’s go, before I run. “ I said reluctantly walking out of the room.The last word rattled in my brain , I could run, I could choose myself for once. I shook my head to refocus on what had to be done.

I heard the music as my bridesmen walked down the aisle an audible gasp at the realization of who I had chosen Matt Jackson, Adam Page, Adam Cole and Jay White all former members of the club and the current leader of Bullet Club Gold all work for the company that infuriates my father. I smiled my father couldn’t control everything. I walked with my chin up, David’s eyes full of rage, and his jaw set as he saw me walking towards him. I handed my bouquet to Matt, who took it reluctantly and tried to reassure me by rubbing the top of my hand . I heard David say I do, the priest then asked me and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My brain screamed run that if I could just get out of here I could just breathe. “I can’t” I said and I turned and ran up the aisle I made it all the way outside . A black challenger, pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and there was Jay “Get In” he said I opened the door and got in the gravel was flying before I could get the door closed.

How did you know? I asked still trying to quell the panic attack as the reality of what I had done set in. “ Breath, one two three four exhale” he said “ How did I know? It’s all my fault, when I lost to Eddie. I knew it was only a matter of time before your father and David would agree to this. I saw the sadness in your eyes and hoped you would make this choice. ” I took in his words I never realized he paid attention, when I asked him to stand at my sham of a wedding he agreed quicker than the other three. He declined being my man of honor, but that he’d stand for me.

“ Where are we going? I can’t go to the hotel, or home they’ll find me there. I know I ruined everything Jay” and began to cry again. “ I’ve got you.” as he turned down a dirt road leading through trees into a clearing into that sat a little cabin with a porch. “Whose place is this?” “It’s mine,it’s my getaway it’s my grounding point. Come on let’s get it in it’s starting to rain.” I got out and ran to the porch, laughing at the irony of it all. “Rain on your wedding day is supposed to be good luck.” The laughing turning into sobs, Jay unlocked the door and guided me inside.

“ I’ve got to get out of this dress, it’s suffocating me. Jay help.” With that he was on me he went to the back of the dress to try and undo the buttons. “They’re not unfastening, what did you do to this dress”. “Jay cut me out of it, please” “ My pleasure, sweet girl” with that he stood in front of me the switchblade in his hand as he cut the bodice of my dress and peeled it off of me he went to the back and loosened the corset straps. My breathing returned to normal, but my skin felt like it was on fire.

Jay’s breath on the back of my neck, his light touch in reassuring circles as he was trying to calm me. “ You’re a clever girl, wrapping yourself up in multiple layers knowing that David would be too drunk to figure this out. He never deserved you, he wouldn’t know what to do with this pretty little package so nicely wrapped in silk and lace.The question is how many layers are there. I however am a patient man who’s waited years hoping one day that you might see me the way I’ve always seen you” his words registering in my brain, I had been with Jay for years I followed him around the world, taking different jobs saying I was trying to learn the business to understand my father better at least that’s what I told myself. Though I found myself in rooms with Jay more often than not, when the other guys left for AEW, I stayed behind with Jay. I couldn’t leave him there alone we had been together so long. For all of his bravado he was a man with many layers. I had found my chosen family in these travels. I always shrugged off the feelings that I’d developed for Jay on and off through the years I thought he thought of me as one of the boys.

“Jay,” I said trying to quell the emotions, “ I shouldn’t have said all that, it’s not fair, you’ve been through enough these past…” I turned and captured his lips in a kiss catching him off guard for half a second, however he quickly took charge of the kiss, he deepened the kiss my tongue relenting as he slowed it down. He broke the kiss, moving along my jaw, down the side of neck. Taking his time like I might break or disappear. I giggled, he stopped kissing me and I giggled even harder. “ I’ve never gotten that reaction from a woman” a little dismayed. I reached for his hand brushing my thumb over his knuckles. “ Jay, I’m sorry, I’m standing here with my wedding dress cut down the middle on the floor in a corset petticoats a garter and heels and you are in a suit , in a romantic cabin, with you and I’ve never been happier in my whole life.“ I said smiling “ My sweet girl, I’m going to make tonight and every night happier than the last.” He turned me around working on the ribbons of the corset again and kissed my spine as he undid them one by one, taking his time never rushing. “You really had a plan didn’t you, but you’re the most beautiful gift I’ve ever unwrapped “ with the corset and petticoats removed I stood there in front of Jay my wedding night lingerie. “ I feel like I’m over dressed"he grinned, inches from me. He began to undress he took off is coat, each move was for my benefit he removed the cufflinks and placed them on the table, unbuttoned the white shirt his abs now on full display, he rolled up his sleeves like a man on a mission.

When our bodies meet it’s like time stands still there is nothing soft in this kiss. He kisses me like he’s trying to conquer me, to prove something to me and himself. His mouth tastes like whiskey, the same whiskey I drank before I walked down the aisle. Suddenly, he’s walking me backwards one hand in my hair the other on my waist, as we enter his bedroom never breaking the kiss. He sets me down on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees before me. My breath hitches. His eyes linger on my breasts for a few moments before he places a kiss on my stomach, then my hip bone, another to bow at the top of my white lace thong.

I shut my eyes in response to the sudden ache inside my chest.His palms land on my ribcage and move skyward until they're wrapped around my breasts. An appreciative breath escapes him.”Fuck, these feel good," he rasps against my skin, his lips still pressing kisses to my abdomen. Warm pleasure slips through my veins at what he's doing to me. How he's touching me. He drops one hand to my thigh, lifts my leg, and slings it over his shoulder. He lifts his gaze to meet mine.”You're not going anywhere unless I let you,my sweet girl.” I moan as his palm runs over my mound, “My girl is already so wet, and I’ve barely even begun “ he rips the fabric of my thong. My body shudders with anticipation, his mouth finds my pussy licking my slit, his tongue darting in out of my core, avoiding my clit, by just blowing softly on it. “Jay, please “ I beg, knowingly he takes his thumb and begins rubbing my clit. My body tenses as I feel my orgasm building, he replaces his mouth with his fingers. The sounds my body is making, as his mouth begins to lick and suck my clit. “Jay I’m going to come,” Not yet , be a good girl, I promise you’re almost there” he added a third finger making me feel impossibly full, stroking deep inside of me. My pussy squeezing his fingers, “okay now, sweet girl” with a final curl of his fingers. The pressure that had built inside me snapped and I came off the mattress as my back arched and my mind went blank and all I could remember was his name. He worked me through my pleasure “ Jay I need you”, my body and mind chasing that release that freedom again.

Jay stands he pulls his arms out of the sleeves, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing with the movement.The pants go next, together with the boxers. My gaze dips to his abs, the V-below, then lower. I swallow. Somehow, he looks even bigger than I imagined. He gets on the bed, settles his weight between my legs, wraps one palm around my thigh, hiking it up higher. I run my hands up his muscled chest. He's burning up. So am I.

His cock presses against my center, and he wraps his fist around it, guiding it where it belongs. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me, he fills me all the way and a moan pours out of him. “Fucking perfect, you’re taking me so good, sweet girl.” He kisses me before he pulls back and pushes into me even deeper this time. My other leg comes around to the back of his thigh my heel digging in to encourage him to keep going. “My greedy girl, wants more, tell me what you need .” Faster Jay, please” he speeds up lowering his head to suck on my neck. “ You’re squeezing me so tight, you feel so good, you’re fucking perfect.” He mutters. His words set me off. The pressure begins to build again increasing with every smooth stroke, He changes the angle of his hips and it’s even better and more intense. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as my orgasm takes over. "Mine," he growls as I flutter around him. His body grows taut, every muscle prominent and hard. I scrape my nails down his chest and watch his face morph into a grimace. His cock jerks, and he spills inside of me with a guttural groan. For a while, we stay tangled with each other. I press a kiss to his chest. He brushes his fingers through my hair.

A phone ringing on the night stand breaks the silence. I pout as he pulls out of my body, I wanted to keep us here in this moment for as long as possible. “Sweet girl, if I don’t answer this phone, we are going to have your other 3 bridesmen here, and that would ruin my plans.” he answers the phone. “ Hello, yes I’ve got her. She’s okay.” I begin to press kisses along his chest down his abs his breath hitches “ No, she’s going to stay here. Yes, it’s final” as I kiss lower. His hands playing in my hair. “ Fuck” he hisses “I will deal with Finlay and her father tomorrow, if they ask any further questions tell them she’s mine.” He slammed the phone down.

“No where were we” I said.

[tnoy-keraxis]

What would each CC characters podcasts be about

THE QUESTION EVER!!!!!! I have developed this au so far and I love talking about it. I am going to put a cut after the background info because im going to be so annoying

So, for background, they all work for a little podcast network known in my heart as 'Bogs Hollow FM' (BHFM) <3. It was founded by Ragweed and The Narrator (David)* after their podcast was so successful that they could afford to not only expand their podcast but acquire others and fund some new ones!

*Note: I know that this mixes the two layers of fiction that we are given in CC. I know that the Narrator and Ragweed don't actually know the main characters. I know the characters are played by The Players. I know the story in CC is mostly fiction. This is just me having fun <3 Im just saying this because I would argue with myself over this.

but anyway!!! talk about the podcasts below the cut because this shit is LONG (i know you didnt ask for all the lore but i like talking)

Starting with the one that started it all, Ragweed and David have a weekly podcast called The Woodblock (this is one of the few names I'm sure of). It is just general news/guys talking. It got popular fast and good on them. It's become a huge production and most of the audience just shitposts about how they seemingly get divorced every episode. Ragweed's real name isn't Ragweed, but he refuses to tell anyone what his real name is.

Then, when The Woodblock became so successful, and they started BHFM, they acquired 3 other podcasts that were already successful in their own right and gave them increased funding.

First, The Prince (Nicholas) has a podcast which is essentially a painful rehash of alpha-male podcasts. But it did not find it's intended audience... Now it's essentially got the worlds queerest audience that just makes fun of him, but he does not notice. People assume it's a parody. It was originally just him, until he bullied Tadius into being his cohost but that's a story for another day

Then, Ella has an audience helpline podcast where she just answers questions and does general self-help/wellbeing content. We love a girl working through her trauma and helping others at the same time. She doesn't have a cohost but occasionally invites Lucy and Justine on, but they don't take things seriously enough. It is her sanctuary, and she wants to keep it as just hers. The last podcast they acquired was The Stepmother's podcast which is just an aggressive drama podcast, tragically the only way I can explain the energy is Frenemies meets Drama Alert, and I hope that gives you an idea of how horrific the energy is. Putrice and Rancilda are frequently their as well.

But when they acquired those 3, they also got handed some spin-off podcasts (which i dont have much to say about):

Rancilda has a daily riddles podcast that she is "hiding" from her stepmother (she isn't, its call "ranciriddles"). She has an audience suggested riddle every week.

Putrice has a more lowkey gossip podcast because she wants to be just like her mother but its way less toxic and tbh it's a good time.

Lucy and Justine have like a fun little sleepover style podcast, they just play games and talk and have a good time. They once did a whole episode reading fanfic about The Prince and Tadius just to fuck with them.

Crumb and Sir Hop-a-Lot (real names Chris and Harold <3) have a motivational/workout podcast, they are just the world's most chaotic duo, no one really understands what their podcast is trying to be.

The Fairy Queen has a daily affirmations podcast that she films at 3am. No one knows her real name. No one knows who she is.

and then lastly, they have a group dnd podcast run by David with the exact plot to Cinderella's Castle. It's a mess.

and that's a basic rundown of all the podcasts. There has been a lot of drama between them all including the aforementioned fanfic beef, the several times Tadius has been locked in a storage cupboard and why the Fairy Queen records at 3am but that's a post for another day.

[cookii-moon]

Day 4 / July 19th: Fluff and/or Cole

ITS HERE ITS HERE COLE DAY COLE DAY. FM VNFV NJVFN TVJN CJRN JDCN DCJBVTN

time to spotlight some of my favorite Cole fics and also go see if anyone else has some hidden gems that I somehow missed heck yeah

A one shot where Kai and Jay have been using the video of Cole singing at Laughy’s to mess with him. Unfortunately, he’s not taking it nearly as well as they think he is. Canon compliant and complete. A short but very fun fic that I enjoyed very much <3

Ghost Cole beloved.. a DotD rewrite where the ninja are taking it easy Cole is gradually being forgotten, much to his dismay and panic. Incomplete and Canon divergent. Definitely recommend for the angst :)

At this point this is going to become a fic that every single person in the fandom has got to read at least once. A season 5 ghost Cole centric rewrite (though everyone gets their moments) I have no words for how good it is. Genuinely one of the best ghost Cole fics out there. Canon divergent and incomplete. Sincerely recommend it to anyone who wants a good long hurt/comfort fic.

CRIMINALLY underrated fic about Cole heading out into the city to take his mind off of his nightmares, only to stumble upon a dance studio that is exclusively open at ungodly hours in the morning. And maybe picks up an old dancing hobby in the process. Complete and mostly canon compliant. Mostly just fluff with some light angst. Very good.

^^ Double possession! It requires you to be logged in in order to read it, but big recommend. A bruise AU where when Cole becomes a ghost, he gets stuck in Jays body and they now have to share it between them while trying to fight a certain genie and sorting out their own personal infighting. It’s so good. Canon divergent and, unfortunately, unfinished.

A series of short oneshots where the others learn through various ways that Cole can draw. Canon compliant and incomplete. Very cute slice of life-y premise :)

Very short oneshot about Cole losing his voice after becoming a ghost, in honor of his late voice actor Kirby. Short but bitter(sweet) :) slightly canon divergent and complete.

Hdjsjhfusjwj ghost Cole aftermath my beloved… Cole has some struggles with water. Jay knows something’s up. Basically good old Cole and Jay besties with some hurt/comfort. Amazing fic. One of the first I read and I remember loving their characterizations so much. Do give it a read. Canon compliant and complete.

Jejeucudjnshchvh Oni… Cole… a beautifully written one shot that’s part of a series. Probably the best Oni Cole thing out there honestly. Cmdmsmfndjd I love it so much. After march of the Oni, Lloyd brings up a possible.. explanation to Cole, which the spirals into him discovering a new side to himself. Canon divergent, the original fic is complete but the series isn’t. Very good. Do read.

and now… the last one

^^ All the ways I say “I love you”. Yet another fic that requires you to be logged in. Aroace Cole :) a 5 + 1 + some bonuses about the times Cole never spoke the words, and the one time he did. Very good fic. Recommend. Complete, hurt/comfort, and very fluff.

That’s all for my recs today (this is nowhere near all the Cole fics I have read but like some were already mentioned by others and stuff so I tried to limit it a bittt) I am off to gobble up everybody else’s recs.

[personwhowrites]

FIRE

Paring: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fm!reader (Angsty) /Slight Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” Mactavish x Fm!reader if you squint 😗

Wc: 6.4K (yikes)

Tw: Mentions of injures, death and fire 🔥😀

Synopsis: A dangerous turn to a mission with Alejandro and Rodolfo. It cost them greatly.. especially to someone..

A/n: This is the last (probably)chapter for My Lavender series! Check out Part 1 and Part 2! Really connects the relationships with lavender and the team! (lavender is the code name.)

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You held ghost hand as you two pulled apart from each other. Your heart pounding as he gently rubbed your face with his thumb. The moonlight coming in from the window made it feel so magical. The kiss feel so great..

“Lavender..do you want this..” Ghost mumble looking at you. His eyes not leaving yours. “Tell me so I don’t go insane..”

“..Ghost..” You say softly looking at him. “..I do want this..”

Ghost gives a small chuckle and kisses your hands. His lips are gentle on your skin, so gentle it almost feels like air was kissing you. He pulls his mask down again and hugs you tightly. A hug you will remember for life.

—

It wasn’t long until Soap picked up something between of you and ghost. You spent more time with him and began to be closer than ever. Even ghost himself would make any excuse to just be near you. Soap wanted to question it, but saw ghost be slightly happy made him go silent.

“Basic training today, I will be send you lavender to go see the medical side of the base.” Price says looking at everyone. “We don’t have missions for the following weekend.”

“So are we all up for the bar then?” Gaz says with a smile and looks over at you. “Or we can stay here and be with you Lav.”

“I uh.. I wouldn’t mind joining you all to the bar. It was fun the last time we went.” You say with a small smile. “Plus.. it would be nice to hang out with all of you at once.”

“Sounds great.. Lavender you head off to your side and we will meet at lunch.” Price says with a soft smile, you nod to his words and to the door. “Be careful!”

You give him a thumbs up and leave the room. Soap turns over to Ghost who seems to be upset with you leaving them. Gaz looks at Price and rubs his chin.

“You like her don’t you captain.” Gaz says with a chuckle making Ghost look over at Price. “You do!”

“No no, I see her a my daughter Gaz.” Price says shaking his head. “You all are.. my kids even though I hate to admit it.”

“And you’re like our dad Price.” Soap says walking over and patting his back. “A good father too.”

“..Jesus I don’t know how I got so attached to you idiots.” Price mumbles shaking his head. “Enough talking, we got a lot of training to catch up on before lunch.”

The boys nod and leave the room. They spot you going down the hall, Ghost can’t help it but stare at you. His heart feeling weak as you seem to disappear farther into the hallway. Soap elbows him and gives him a smirk.

“What?” Ghost says looking at Soap. “Don’t give me that look Johnny.”

“..You and Lavender that’s a sight.” Soap whispers to Ghost. “So how long?”

Ghost immediately starts walking away and the others follow along. Gaz questions Soap about his suspicious behavior with ghost. Price shakes his head as he sees the man arrugue like little kids.

—

Lunch was fast to come. Your whole schedule was slightly messed up and you ran into the cafeteria almost crashing into someone. You move past everyone in line and grab an apple then rush to the table. The men stare at you in confusion.

“You’re late how come?” Gaz says smiling while looking at your tried face.

“I.. uh got caught up with some new people.” You say shaking your head. “You guys won’t believe who I saw there.”

“Oh! I like guessing uh.. Your ex-bestie!” Soap says happily looking at you. “No no.. uh your ex! Or wait wait no no.. uh..”

“Let her speak.” Ghost says moving away from the wall. He sits down next to you, but no so close. “Who did you see?”

“A rat.” You say taking a bite out your apple. “Everyone in the room was going crazy over it. It was a big rat.”

“A rat?” Price says confused looking at you. “Like a regular rat or was it a mouse.”

“Nope definitely a rat.” You say with a smile. “It attacked two people than ran off.”

“Wait like they got bitten?” Gaz says with a laugh. “Fuck I might switch to work in the medical field if that happens again.”

“People started to scream and stuff.” You say shaking your head and placing your right hand on Ghost by accident. “Best part that our instructor was the one doing the most screaming.”

“See! I told you all that I was imagining the screaming.” Soap says grabbing your apple and taking a bite out of it. “Honestly, I wish I could of seen it all.”

“I also scream too!” You say reaching for your apple. “We had to hunt down the rat down.”

“That explains all the people with nets.” Price says shaking his head. “Did you guys catch it?”

“Nope, but we are trying tomorrow.” You say with a smile. “We think is possibly by the exit so we are focusing on that.”

Ghost stares at your hand on his. He doesn’t know how react and thought you would move it by now. He sits up straight , making you notice you’re holding his hand. You move your hand away and give an awkward smile. Price notices and stares at the two of you.

“Wait you said something about new people.” Soap says looking at you then at price. “When did we get more people?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m guessing is for the medical field.” Price says with a shrug. “Or they haven’t announced anything yet.”

“I think it’s just for the medical.” Gaz says looking at everyone. “I mean I have been seeing more medical folks enter the base than before.”

“That’s exciting isn’t it lavender?” Price says looking at you. “Wait wheres the your food?”

“Oh uh.. I need to head back soon, since the whole rat thing took all morning..” You say softly giving them a nervous smile. “I’ll be gone all day.. we are behind and the new people.. aren’t making it easier.”

“..So you won’t make it to the bar?” Soap says slightly sad. “Aw..”

“I think I might be able to.” You say with a shrug. “Depends on how long it takes all of us to get back.”

“What do you mean?” Price says raising brow.

“Long story! I have to go now!” You say getting up quickly almost falling back only for ghost to put his arm out and catch you. “Thanks..”

He sits you back and crosses his arms. He didn’t want you leaving just yet. Nor did the others.

“Y/n you do understand that you don’t actually have to go there.” Price says giving you a smug smile. “We can just go now and you ca—“

“I can’t I’m sorry.. I really am guys.” You say getting up again. “I don’t want the new people to get punished over my mistake.”

You get sat down by ghost, you then turn to the men in front of you. Jealousy spread on their face, it was obvious. The tension grows worse as someone approaches the table.

“Teddy!” Someone says seating between you and ghost. “Are your ready to head out? Our supervisor isn’t gonna be happy that we are late.”

“Teddy?” Soap says quickly, his tone sour. “..Since when?”

You give an awkward smile and look at soap. He has a sour expression now, soon the others do too. You then turn to the person in front of you.

“Conner! I uh yeah I’ll be there soon.” You say with a weak chuckle. “..So uh you better go!”

“This your team huh?” Conner says looking at the group. “Pleasure to meet teddy team.”

“You mean Lavender.” Gaz says giving conner a death stare. “..Her name is lavender.”

“Not with us! She’s a teddy.” Conner says with a chuckle then stops feeling a dark presence behind him. “..I uh better go, see you there teddy.”

Ghost watches as conner stubbles away and glares at you. Some jealousy showing before Price coughs grabbing your attention.

“Teddy? What type of name is that.” Price hiss in the most toxic tone you heard him ever say. “..Lavender?”

“..They called me that since I did something stupid. There was a bear.. a teddy bear that I held onto without noticing..” You mumble embarrassed. “..I held onto it throughout the whole search.. of the rat.”

“Why?” Soap says now annoyed. “Teddy doesn’t fit you.. lavender is way better.”

“True, they did make comments of the lavender.. smell.” You mumble looking at them. “I really better get going, I don’t want them w—“

“No..we are leaving for a mission.” Ghost says standing up. “I got word from Alejandro.”

“Come on! He tells you about the base, now only keeps contact with you?” Soaps says standing up too. “How is this fair!”

“Relax Johnny.” Ghost mumbles looking at you. “We leave in ten.”

You nod and quickly get out your seat. Then rush out the cafeteria, soon ghost following along. Gaz and Price stare at Soap.

“There is definitely something going on between the two of them.” Gaz says shaking his head. “Even a blind person can see it.”

“..If there is no one say anything until they explain.” Price says walking away. “Get your gear!”

Soap and Gaz stare at each other now. A slight silent moment, that made them soon realized they were behind.

—

The moment the plane lands down, Soap exits it. There you see the one and only Alejandro. He has a bright smile, dark black hair and what seems to be dark brown eyes. There to his side stood Rodolfo, the second in command. Before you could get off the plane Ghost held your hand and stare at you.

“..Conner that guy..” He mumbles softly looking at you. “There’s nothing..right?”

“There is nothing there Ghost..” You mumble softly and hold his hand. “I promise you.. I only.. love you.”

Ghost lets go of your hand and sighs in relief. Then walks out the plane with you, Alejandro has greeted everyone by now. Yet stops the moment he sees you, his breath was taken away.

“..Señorita..” Alejandro says with a bright smile. “You must be the famous lavender.”

“I guess I am?” You say with a chuckle and look over at the others. “So what are we here for?”

“Alejandro explain away.” Price says with a slight tired voice.

“Well, word that Valeria is back.. and your old friend Graves is alive.” Alejandro says shaking his head. “We have found.. signs that he is alive. I knew it was too easy to kill him.”

“Kill him? Valeria..?” You say confused. “Who.. what?”

“Right! We need to catch her up on everything.” Soap says shaking his head. “We should have done that on the plane instead of talking about Alejandro and Rodolfo.”

“You talked about us?” Alejandro says looking at soap. “Nothing bath I hope.”

“Nothing bad here.” Ghost says slightly pulling you to him. “We can catch her up in the car ride.”

“..So much for a no mission weekend..” You mumble looking over at the group. “Mhm..”

The car ride was something, Alejandro crapping all the information so far that has happened to the group, him and Rodolfo was something. Explosions, Prison and Betrayal. It seem so much for six men, but they manage it. When he explained who valeria was, his tone was toxic, cold and sour. You knew some information about graves, but not so much that it would surprise you. Ghost sat next you, making sure he can press his body as much as he can on yours. It somewhat distracted you from the conversation with Alejandro. Yet you still kept in mind the information, drug dealer, missiles. It was so much to take in.

The car soon stopped at another place. It seemed empty and a lonely house. Ghost got out the car you follow him along, like a lost puppy. Alejandro stretched and look over at Rodolfo, who quickly walk over. Alejandro place his arm around Rodolfo and sigh.

“I know this might be an uncomfortable place to stay low for a while.” Alejandro says with a yawn. “But I hope it will do for you all.”

“Any place works with us hermano!.” Soap says punching Alejandro in the arm gently. “Don’t it L.T?”

“Yes..” Ghost mumbles looking at the house then around.

Alejandro soon walks to the door and opens it. The others follow along, ghost remaining by your side at all times. Alejandro chuckles seeing how you all react to the house. It seem small from outside, yet it was big in the inside. Multiple rooms and a lot space. Price rubs his eyes, he was still jet lagged from the trip. Soap also yawns and leans against the wall.

“You all can take a room.” Alejandro says looking over. Rodolfo is now wrapped around his arms. “Please we will discuss more in the morning.”

“..Place looks safe enough..” You mumble looking around. “..No one else knows about this place?”

“No one else.” Rodolfo responds. “It’s a new hideout since we last saw you all.”

“Alright.. I guess we better get some rest.” Price says clapping his hands. “All of you head to bed.”

“There is two bathrooms one is down the hall and the other one is my room.” Rodolfo says with a small smile. “Someone can take my room tonight.”

“Then where will you sleep?” Gaz says before noticing Alejandro. “Never mind.. Night captain and others.”

Gaz walks away soon soap following along. Price soon heads out, leaving you, ghost, Rodolfo and Alejandro. You all stand in awkward silence, ghost leans against the wall. Alejandro coughs and holds Rodolfo close to him. You stand still and look around, the silence becoming more tense.

“So you two together?” Rodolfo finally says making you and Ghost stare at him. “..too personal?”

“Uh..” You says but stop not knowing what to say next. “Uh um..”

“Me and Rodolfo started dating after a few months since the group left.” Alejandro says with a smile and kisses Rodolfo cheek. “Isn’t that right Amor?”

“Mhm.” Rodolfo says seeing ghost stare at you. “So are you two together?”

“Yes.” Ghost says walking over to you. “..We are..”

Ghost wraps his arms around you. A slight warmth to it, Alejandro gives a chuckle.You stay still and smile as ghost moves his head to the nook of your neck. A slight relief on his side to tell someone.

“How long?” Rodolfo asks again not knowing his pushing some boundaries. “If it’s not too much trouble to ask.”

“..one month and twelve days.. fourteen hours and fifteen minutes..” Ghost mumbles pulling you closer to him. “..mhm..”

“Well we all better get some rest. I guess you two can take my room for tonight.” Rodolfo says with a chuckle. “We don’t tell a soul about you two.”

“Gracias..” you say softly as Ghost drags you away. “See you in the morning..”

Ghost heads to Rodolfo room, you wrapped around his arms. At this point he’s carrying you. Alejandro and Rodolfo watch as you two disappear into the room, then turn to each other.

“Completely opposite for each other huh.” Rodolfo says with a small chuckle.

“Yeah.. I just have a bad feeling Amor..” Alejandro says staring at the door. “..a terrible feeling..”

“Glad to know I’m not the only one..” Rodolfo whispers under his breath. “Let’s just go to bed now.”

Alejandro nods and walks to his bedroom with Rodolfo.

—

“Ghost come on lay down and sleep.” You say sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come on.”

“I’ll keep up first watch.” Ghost responds sitting across from you. “Just.. to be sure..”

“..Then I’ll stay up with you.” You say getting up from the bed. “Nothing will change my mind.”

Ghost stands up from the chair and crosses his arms. He stares at you, a long tense stare. He finally walks over and cups your face with his hands. You let out small scoff and hold his hands.

“..How about this..” he says slightly tired. “I’ll keep watch for a couple minutes if I see everything is okay I’ll sleep next to you.”

“I’ll keep watch with you then.” You respond with a smile. “You keep watch, I keep watch.”

“You’re such a brat..” He murmurs softly. “Mhm..”

“I am not! I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You respond moving away from his hands. “Now come on..”

You lay down on the bed and stare at him. Soap opens the door and enters the room surprising the both of you. Ghost backs away from the bed and stares at soap.

“I can’t sleep.” Soap says with a nervous laugh. “I seriously can’t sleep I can’t..”

You sit up form the bed and Soap gets pushed out the way by the door. There stands Gaz and Price, you stare at them and shake your head. None of them can sleep..you can’t blame them, it’s a new place and new material around them.

“Can’t sleep ether?” Soap says looking at them. “Wonder why.”

“I think it’s because we got so used to sleeping in the same room.” Price says shaking his face. “..and because I’m having some issues trusting this place.”

“Guess we all are.” Ghost says looking over at them. “..What do you all suppose we do?”

“Take watch?” Gaz says sitting down on the bed. “Others can rest and we switch every now and then.”

“I can take the first one!” You say quickly with a smile. “I’m not really tired.”

“I’ll go get the blankets and pillows form the other rooms.” Soap says leaving the room.

“Guess we shall settle down..” Gaz says with a nervous smile. “You sure that you can take the first watch?”

“Mhm!” You say getting up form the bed and walking over to the window. “I got this!”

—

You maintain watch though out the night. The others needed the rest, but you knew well enough Ghost was awake. Watching you.. making sure that his there the moment you decide to sleep. You turn over to look at him, his by the door leaning against the wall. He stares at you and sighs.

“..Still awake?” He says softly looking at you. “Get sleep I’ll keep watch.”

You walk over to him, making sure you don’t make much noise. You sit down next to him and put your head on his shoulder. He stares at you for a moment, his not used to the physical touch. Ghost looks away as you turn to face him.

“..I’ll stop sorry..” You mumble softly moving your head away. “Sorry..”

Ghost pulls your body to him and hugs you tightly. You stay still and don’t say anything, his hug tightens as he stares at the window.

“..Don’t ever leave me..” He finally murmurs in your ear. Your heart races at those words. “..Okay?”

“Ghost..” You say softly holding his hand. “..Are you okay?”

“Just say you won’t.. leave me..” He mumbles in your ear, his voice slightly weak. “..Say it..”

“I won’t.. leave you..” You say in a worried tone. “..promise..”

His grip becomes loose on your body. He stares at you and lifts his mask up. Ghost places a kiss on your neck and holds your hands. You blush to his kiss and turn your body to face him. Ghost cups your face with his hands and kisses you passionately like if it’s the last kiss. You hold his hands and kiss him back, a long lasting kiss that makes the night seem longer than usual. He breaks the kiss, then stares at you. His eyes becoming soft, you kiss his cheek and smile.

Soap who isn’t asleep watches the affection display out. Feeling some sort of jealousy, some sort of guilt for watching the two of you. Ghost looks over at Soap and gives him a blank stare. Their eyes meet, you look over and see it. Soap stare at ghost was lovely and.. painful. Soap looks over at you now, giving you the same stare. He sits up from the blankets and leans against the drawer behind him. You sigh and look away from him, knowing what the stare meant. Ghost pulls his mask down and wraps his arm around you.

“Johnny come here.” Ghost demands making you and Soap stare at each other. “Now..”

Soap quietly makes his way over to ghost and you. He stares at the two of you awkwardly and Ghost pulls him down to his other side. He wraps his arm around him and remains silent.

“Ghost.. uh you don’t have to do this..” Soap says awkwardly. “This is your moment with h—“

“Shut up she’s sleeping.” Ghost says looking at Soap. “Sleep too, I’ll be right here.”

Soap only nods and closes his eyes. It felt strange having Ghost arm around him, yet.. amazing at the same time.

—

The morning came by and you woke up in the bed. The room was empty, only the blankets remained. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You could hear voices outside the room, laughter along with it. You got out of bed and headed out to the living room, following the voices. Soon you were outside as the men chatted about something.

“Hey! She’s up guys.” Gaz says with a smile. “Morning sleepy head!”

“Morning guys..” You say rubbing your eyes, trying to recover from the sun. “Jesus the sun is bright.”

“Mhm, well now that you’re here y/n.” Price says with a smile and pulling you over to the car. Which they’re on top has a map. “We are discussing the final hideout of Valeria.”

“I got word that some of my people found signs that Graves and Valeria could be here.” Alejandro says pointing to a church. “That church is abandoned, but there have been reports of multiple people with guns entering and leaving.”

“So we will go to the church and search it?” Soap says standing behind you making you jump. “Maybe we shouldn’t all go there. We can look at the buildings around it.”

“Agreed.. with soap. It could be a trap or something.” Gaz says rubbing his chin. “We can all split ups round the buildings and meet up in the church. All enter from different angles.”

“Seems like a good idea.” Alejandro says with a nod of approval. “We can go out in groups of two.”

“Gaz and Me, Then Alejandro with Rodolfo.” Price says then stops looking at you and the other two. “..Crap..”

“I can go alone, they won’t suspect anything about me.” You say looking at Price. “They will think I’m one of them and won’t connect me to anything with you all.”

“That’s dangerous..lavender you don’t even know the layout of the town.” Soap says shaking his head. “I can go alone and you go with Ghost.”

“I hate to be one to put this opinion on here..but Lavender is right. They won’t know she’s even with us.” Rodolfo says speaking up. “They wouldn’t think to look into her if she’s spotted.”

“Agreed with Rodolfo..” Alejandro says looking at the group. “They already know your existence, but not hers.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” Soap says looking at you. “It can be dangerous going alone.”

“We will all be close by won’t we?” Gaz says joining into the argument. “Plus we will all be connected to each other incase of an emergency.”

“Correct..” Price says slightly worried. “Lavender are you sure about this?”

“Positive! If I do need help I’ll try to go to the person closest to me.” You respond with confidence. “Trust me!”

“Right.. well I guess it’s settled, Alejandro and Rodolfo, Me and Gaz then Soap and Ghost.” Price says taking a deep breath. “Lavender will go alone..”

You give the men a smile, it was exciting going on your own. Yet scary, the feeling of just depending on yourself made your stomach sink in. Everyone already had their gear on, it was just you.

“I’ll go get my gear.” You say quickly entering the home once more.

—

You exit the car and head off quickly before the others could get out. You’re quick to search yeh areas, your pistol in hand making sure all the doors and hallways are clear. Your radio connected to the others, hearing them say clear. Nothing seem out of place, just civilians worried about the situation.

“Nothing in the first house.” Gaz says through the radio. “Anything on your guys end?”

“Negative.” Ghost says with a worried tone. “Lavender? Alejandro?”

“All clear here.” Alejandro responds with relief. “Seems like we might surprise them.”

“All clear in the first house, just civilians.” Your respond holding the radio. “I do have a problem with the signal.”

“Can you repeat the last part again Lavender?” Price says worried too. “lavender?”

“Signal sucks.” You manage to say barely hearing him. “Jesus I need new radio..”

“Something about her signal.” Soap responds in the group. “It’s also horrible on our end.”

“Head to the second place and we can meet up soon in the church.” Alejandro says through the radio. “Make sure to say when you’re in there.”

You head to the second house. You check each room and hall. You find small kids playing with toys and scream when you point your gun at them. You quickly lower it and give an awkward smile. The parents rush upstairs and scream seeing you too.

“Ah! Uh soy una persona buena!” You say looking at them. “¡Solo estoy buscando a unas personas!”

(I’m a good person!) (I’m just looking for some people.)

“Cartel! Cartel!” The woman screams at you pointing at you. “No nos mates por favor!” (Please don’t kill us!)

“No no soy una person buena!” You say again lowering your gun. “I’m here to keep you all safe.”

They calm down hearing your English then nod. Then grab their kids leaving the home with them. You stare at them, panic seem to fill their children and them. Then.. the man falls down, the woman screams loudly and you rush outside with your gun at hand. There you see some cartel people. They shot the man, their guns now pointed at the children and the woman. You couldn’t let it happen, you shot the two cartel people and ran over to the woman.

“Corran todo va a estar bien corran!” You say helping the woman up to her feet as you hear people approaching. “Corran!”

(Run everything will be okay run!)

“I heard gunfire!” Alejandro says through the radio. “Who was it?”

“It was me.” Your respond quickly watch the woman run away with the kids in her arms. “..Cartel is near..”

“Are you hurt?” Ghost says quickly through the radio. “Lavender are you hurt?”

“Negative” you say heading back into the house. “I don’t think anyone spotted me, but the cartel folks are near.”

“Copy that, we will keep an eye open.” Price says with a slight relief. “No injures?”

“None..” You report back looking around the house. “Moving onto the next house.”

“Okay, how far are you from the church?” Rodolfo speaks his tone slightly shaken. “Lavend—“

Your radio cuts out and you shake your head. The signal was horrible in the home. You move onto the next house spotting more cartel in the process. Your radio still not working you keep hidden. Your hands are shaking, fear was starting to overwhelmed you.

“Fuck Fuck..” You mumble softly as a man stops at the house you’re in with some other people. “Fuck..”

They enter the home with some people and you cover your mouth. Hearing them search and destroy things in the home made you sick. You can hear as one of them heads upstair, making their way to the room you are in. Quickly you take out your knife, preparing to sneak them. They open the door and look around, not spotting you in the darkness. You sneak up on them, covering their mouth and cutting their throat open. They fall down on the floor, making the other people they came in with go upstairs. They spot you quickly and start shooting. You close the door quickly and take out your gun. Now regretting you came alone. One of them quickly opens the door, you shoot them in the head.

Grabbing their body you use them as a shield as the last two people fire at you. Using the body you throw it at the people, making them fall backwards on the stairs. Their necks breaking on the fall, you hiss softly feeling sharp pain on your thigh.

“Fuck..” you mumble placing your hand on the wound. “Fuck Fuck..”

You hear gunfire not far from you. The others must of gotten caught up with some cartel or bad people. You shake your head and head to the bathroom you cleared not long ago. There you see some rubbing alcohol and bandages. Perfect.

“This is gonna burn like hell.”. you mumble grabbing the alcohol. “Fuck it.”

You open the bottle and bite your lower lip. You pour the bottle of alcohol on your wound and cry out. The pain becoming worse as the alcohol does its thing. You grab the bandages quickly and bandage yourself up. Your radio finally works away. All of them reporting what’s happening on their side. You hold your radio and take a deep breath.

“I’m hit, but not badly, just my thigh. Update on you guys?” You say softly closing your eyes. “Hello?”

“Jesus Christ lavender we been trying to reach you.” Soap says angry. “Why haven’t you been responding?”

“Service where I am at isn’t strong.” You respond softly. “Where are you all at?”

“We are a little behind, Cartel found us.” Price says his voice low and tired. “More keep coming on our end.”

“Same here.” Alejandro responds with a worried tone. “Where’s the injure at lavender?”

“On my thigh, I mange to find some bandages and something to clean the wound. It’s nothing bad, I can still walk.” You mumble sitting down on the toilet. “I’m heading to the final building on my end, but I’ll rest for a second.”

“Shit! More cartel on our side!” Gaz yells through the radio making all of you panic. “Fuck! Price!”

“Gaz? Price?” You say holding your radio. Only to hear dead silence again. “Damn it!”

You get up and rush downstairs. Making the pain worse yet you push on. Moving onto the next building. It was bigger now. Yet empty so far as you checked each room and hallway on the first floor. Making your way to the second floor was a pain, your injured thigh making it hell for you. Pain struck you each time you stepped up.

“Fuck..” You whispered to yourself. “Fuck Fuck..”

You cleared the second floor. Taking longer than the last two. You hear some gunfire not so far from you, yet far. You lean against the wall and grabbed your radio, smacking it onto your palm hoping it will help you. Nothing, just plain silence after a couple hits. You close your eyes and shake your head, losing some hope.

“Lav—der” you heard from the radio making you quickly smack it again. “pl—e clear, he—ing to the w—“

Silence again, your radio wasn’t wanting to help you today. You exit the building and see the church not so far away. You enter the next building, all clear and your radio being no help. You some cartel people leaving the church and stay in the building. They seem to be in a hurry to leave.

“God damn it!” You hiss under your breath. Frustration showing now as you smack the radio again. “Fucking work!”

Nothing, just plain silence. You groan and smack the radio against the wall. Finally getting some signal again.

“Cartel are on us.” Soap says, his voice breaking up on your end. “Any wor—- H-st!”

You shake your head and put the radio on the side of your belt. It’s no use for you now. There you look outside the window seeing the church fully empty. You bite your lip and make your way downstairs. You wait a couple seconds before exiting. You don’t see any of the men, or anyone in the matter. You take a deep breath and make a run to the church doors. Your radio dropping down on the entrence stairs. You enter the church aiming your gun all over the place. Just to see it empty, and barely holding up. You keep the gun up, checking each row as you pass it. Making sure no one enters the building too. Finally you make your way to the very front. There displayed a cross with Jesus on it. You sigh and lower your gun. Nothing seem to be in here, no sign of actual people living here. You start walking back to entrence, but immediately stop to the sound of something falling. You aim your gun quickly at a dark corner. Noticing some doors you quickly walk over, gun still being held up.

—

“Has someone seen lavender?” Alejandro says through the radio. “Me and Rodolfo are almost at the church.”

“Negative, her radio must of stopped working.” Gaz responds with some pain in his voice. “We heard the cartels say something about fire.”

“Fire?” Alejandro says confused. “What do you me.. The church! No one enter the church!!”

“Alejandro what’s going on?” Soap says on his end confused. “Alejandro?!”

“Fire! Fire on the church! No one enter it!” Alejandro says panicked. “Shit!”

You cover your mouth the smoke filling the air around you. You cough making your way out do the room. Then notice the fire around you, the smoke becoming more tense. You cough more and lift your shirt up to cover your mouth. The smoke becoming thick on your lungs. You try to rush to the door, but a large portion for the roof falls down by the entrence making it impossible to leave. You look around for the other exits, but the fire and smoke make it impossible to see. You hear someone on the other side of the door.

“Lavender!!” Ghost yells banging on the door. “Fuck!!”

“Shit! She doesn’t have her radio!” Soap yells holding your radio. “Lavender!!”

You cough loudly and close your eyes. The smoke making it hard for you to respond. You can hear the rest do the men arrive.

“The door! Lavender! Open the door!” Ghost pleads as Soap and him try to open the door. “Fuck! Price, Gaz! Help us here!”

“It’s blocked!” You respond finally with a following cough. “Fuck! I can’t see shit with the smoke!”

“Can you head to another exit?!” Soap yells from the other side. “Lavender! Can you head to another exit! Like a window or something?!”

“No! The whole place around me is in flames!” You yell panicked. “Fuck!”

“Lavender?!” Price yells panicked. “Lavender?!”

“God damn it!” Alejandro yells looking around. “She’s right all the exits are unable for her. Too much smoke and the whole building is coming down.”

“What do you mean coming down?!” Ghost yells in fear looking at Alejandro. “It’s gonna collapse on her?!”

“Yes.. this church is old!” Alejandro yells back shaking his head. “We can try to knock the door down or break it.”

“Cartel!” Rodolfo yells shooting at some people. “I’m low on ammunition!”

“Same here!” Gaz says helping him. “Fuck! We are dead meat out in the open like this!”

“We have to leave L.T!” Soap says looking at Ghost. “Or we all die here!”

“Fuck no! We can’t leave her behind.” Ghost says angry and scared. “We can’t!”

“Ghost! We have to go! It’s an order!” Price yells in pain as bullet passes his shoulder. “Fuck!”

“The building will collapse! It’s on fire Ghost! We can’t do anything! I don’t want to risk their lives also.” Alejandro says shaking his head and helping the others shoot at the cartel “we have to go now! We are very easy to kill like this!”

“Fuck fuck..” Ghost says in a painful tone. “Lavender! Are you there!”

No response making him fear the worse. He shakes his head in pain and looks at the others.

“Let’s go!” Ghost yells not hearing your voice. “Now!”

All the men nod and run away from the church. You fall down on the floor and cough. The smoke knocking you out cold. Ghost turns back to the Church, seeing it be in gulf in the flames. Soap pulls him away from the sight.

—

You feel someone carrying you out te fire. You slightly open your eyes seeing a woman, her hair short, but her eyes determined. She stares at you and sighs.

“Sleep kid.” The woman says in a strong tone. “Sleep.”

“Who do you have there!” A man says shaking his head. “Who’s this Valeria?”

“Girl who got caught up with the fire.” Valeria responds. “Get the car graves, she’s burned badly on her leg.”

Graves..Valeria.. the names sounding familiar. You cough and close your eyes, it hurt to move to talk.. to think. Soon everything goes back as you hear them arguing.

—

“..Ghost..” Soap says looking at him. “Ghost!”

“We look for hours.. she..” Gaz says softly standing over the ruins of the church. “..I don’t think she..”

“..She has to be alive!” Ghost snaps finally at the others. “She has to! Or at least there should be body!”

“..Ghost..you have.. to accept.. it..” Price says looking at him. “She’s gone..”

“..I’m sorry..” Alejandro says shaking his head. “I’m sorry..”

“..Ghost, she’s gone.. all we can do.. is ..” Soap says softly tears building up. “..Have her in our memory..”

“No no!” Ghost snaps, anger building up. “She’s alive! She has to be!”

“Even if she is alive! Why didn’t she come back!” Soap snaps shaking his head. “She would have come back to us! She didn’t! So she’s dead Ghost!”

The men remain silent as Ghost looks at soap. A grieving stare that send chills down his body. Ghost didn’t want to think of you being gone, not after the promise. Ghost stares at the remains of the church. He walks over to them and starts searching again, the group watches as Ghost keeps search for you.. or what remains of you.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

BACK WITH ANOTHER KNOX REACTS

Well the last one was just beautiful and enjoyable so ONTO PT 3/EP 13 RIP AND TEAR

THAT DOESNT’ SOUND OMINOUS AT ALL

MAN I’M HAVING SUHCJ AN EXPERIENCE WITH THIS SPECIAL

(lmk s4 special spoilers ahead)

I keep looking at the theme song closely to see if anything changed hglsjfweo;fm

PENG’S LAUGH PLEASEJGSDJD

WHEEZING

WOW PENG IS JUST

FIXATED ON MACAQUE HUH

THIS IS SO FREAKING FUNNY

I’M TELLING YA MAN

THEY JUST THINK A LITTLE TOO MUCH ABOUT MACAQUE AND ARE ALSO SIMILARILY DRAMATIC

…

HEADCANON MACAQUE HUNG OUT WITH PENG AFTER MONKEY KING STARTED TO LEAVE MORE AND AFTER THE MOUNTAIN HE WENT AND LIVED WITH THEM AT CAMEL RIDGE BUT SPICIFICALLY WITH PENG AND THAT’S WHERE HE GOT HIS DRAMATIC FLARE FROM THAT WE SEE IN EP 9 BECASUE THEY ARE ACTUALLY SO SIMILAR

SILLY GOOFY THOUGHTS

THIS SEEMS SO CHILL FOR THE SPECIAL

OH THAT SLIDE INTO THE SHADOW

NICELY DONE

OKAY

OKAY LOOK

DUDE

I

YOU CAN’T

LOOK ME IN THE EYE

AND TELL ME PENG ISN’T FIXATED ON MACAQUE

“IS THERE ANYTHING WUKONG CAN DO THAT WILL BREAK HIS HOLD OVER YOU” PARDON???

EXCUSE ME???

HELLO??

A WEIRD SORTA JELLY??

YOU WANT MACAQUE TO LOOK UP TO YOU AND NOT WUKONG IS IT?? OR TO WANNA HANG OUT WITH YOU?? HECKING?? 

I’M TELLING YOU MAN

OO SOME REUSED ANIMATION FOR A SECOND THERE

AW

“You know what Peng, straight up, i have never liked you” PLEASEEEEEE

Look dude i’m just saying, almost every time Peng has opened their mouth it’s been about macaque, keeps bringing him up even tho Azure never really asks about him, and goes straight to fight Macaque during the battle goading him exactly like how Macaque goads Wukong in ep 9 or very similar too it

ITS LIKE

KAY ITS KINDA LIKE

EITHER

JEALOUS, OR WANTS TO BE LIKE AZURE, OH, AZURE HAS MONKEY? I WANT MONKEY TOO, MACAQUE’S THE LEFTOVER ONE, I’M CLEARLY COOLER THAN WUKONG WHY DON’T YOU BE MY BEST FRIEND??? OR HECKING?? I DUNNNO SOMETHING SOMETHING IT SURE IS SOMETHIGN AND I’M STARING AT IT

things i wanna write for

Tang Monk and Wukong’s relationship

Ao Lie and Wukong’s relationship

Azure and Wukong’s relationship

Peng and Macaque’s relationship

OKAY BACK TO IT

SNEAK ATTACK MEIIIIII

Macaque does seem so much softer

AWWW WAIT

“you little brat”

you referring to Mei or Macaque- /j /j /j /j just seems kinda interesting Macaque seems to take after Peng and Wukong seems to take after Azure, like the bigger older friends with their younger fiends they call dibs on in an unhealthy way or something I’M NOT MAKING SENSE BUT ITS SO SPECIFIC

BUT MEI AND MACAQUE TEAMING UP IS SO HEKCING GOOD

PENG IS PRETTY POWERFUL

HEY RUDE

HER GRANDPA’S COOL

WATCH UR MOUTH PENG

OH THEY’RE FIGHTING YELLOW TUSK

THIS IS HOW THEY GET THEIR WEAPONS BACK

SANDY IS THE TALKER YES

COME ON SANDY DO YOUR THING

SCREAMS

NOTHING IS WORHT THAT PRICE

OOP

OOP

SAIVING

YELLOW TUSK

WOW HE

REALLY

REALLY WANTS WUKONG DEAD HUH

HIS PAST FAILURE AT GROOMING A HERO

UHUH

WUKONG GETTING UNDER HIS SKIN

I’M CHOKINGDS;LFKMS

THIS IS

PLEASE

RUNNING OVER AND STRIAHGT UP HUGGING HIS MENTOR “NEVER” AND THEN BLEP STICKING HIS TONGUE OUT AT HIM PLEASEL;KMASDFOAWEF

AZURE IS SO STRANGE

HE LITERALLY BASICALLY SHAPED WUKONG TO BE WHAT HE IS MORE OR LESS TO TRY AND GET WHAT HE WANTED, AND NOW HE’S TRYING OT ERASE THAT FAILED PROJECT, BUT SEES MK AS HOW WUKONG WAS BEFORE HE MESSED HIM OVER?? BUT HE THINKS HE’S IN THE RIGHT WITH IT ALL AND ITS WILD

I LOVE MK AND WUKONG SM

THEYRE’ FIGHITN GETHER OH MY GODS

THEY BOTH HAVE CLOUD

LOO KAT THIS

LOOK AT THIS FIGHT SCENE

LOOK AT THIS AMV CONTENT

OOK AT THAT BOSSIBLE TRANSITION

OH WOW HE WAS REALLY COMING IN FOR THE KILL

MONKEY TIME?

NO TINY GUY TIME

OKAY

TEAMWORRRKKK

HEKCIKMNGMSDFN;AWEFMSDKLFSD

LOOK AT THEM GO

TWO LITTLE CHEEKY MONKESY

MK PLEASE

ONE UNCOMFIRMED

OH WOW CALLING WUKONG IMBICILE NOW

WHEEZING

POINTS AND LAUGHS

OH HE CAUGHT THAT

MK AND WUKONG WORKING TOGETHER IS SO GOOD

PLEASEEEE

THE MONKEYS HELPING GATHERING STUFF UP

I’M CRYING

THATS MY CUE

THE WYA THAT LINE WAS DELIVERED

NGL GETTING A LITTLE TIRED

SOMETHIGN BIG AND PREFERABLY REALLY ANNNOYING

THEY’RE SOO GOOD

AZURE UR HILARIOUS

HE’S HAVING SUCH A TIME

OH

OH HELLO

LOOK AT THAT ANIMATION

LOOK AT THAT DESIGN

OH WOW HE JUST GOT BIG

TINY DUDE IS BIG NOW

HE’S BIG NOW

THE HAIR LONGER

WOW LOOK AT THAT POSE

DANG Mk

MK PLS

THE JUST STANDING THERE

THIS ID IS POWERFUL MY GOSH

MONKEY MECHHHHH

OOP

TORN APART EASY

PORRYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HELPNG;LSDKMF;AOWEFM

WHERE’D THE CARBOARD CUTOUT COME FROM

HELP

THEIR SILLY FACES TO DISTRACT HIM MK PLEASE

PORTYYYYY

PORTY LION

THIS IS SO FUN

HELP???

BANANA PEEL??

HELPGL;SDKMA;WE

THAT WAS SUCH A HUGE EXPLOSION

YEAH WHO’D’VE THUNK

OH MEI’S PLAN

LETS GO

SHE’S LEARNIGN

SHE LEARNED THE LESSON FROM SHIFU

SCREAMING

OH

MEI ILY

THIS IS SO GOOD

YEAAAH BOIII

INCREDIBLE

A TEAM IS MEI AND MACAQUE I LOVE THAT

NICE NICE NICE NICE

OOP

UH

OH HECK

WUKONG

THAT’S NOT GOOD

OH

MK

MK BUDDY NO HECK UUUUUUU AZURE

LEAVE HIS TUDI ALLOOOONEE

PLS DUDE HALF OF WHAT HAPPEND TO THE MONKEY IS YOUR FUALT APPARANTLY QUIT BLAMING HIM FOR ALL YOUR POBLEMS LOSER

THERE HE IS STARTING TO SOUND LIKE THE OLD MACAQUE

WUKONG WHACKING HIM AWAY WITH A PUNCH ACTUALLY DEAR GOSH

MK HAVING A HARD TIME

WELP

MONKEY IS SO HCING PWOERFUL HOW WHY?????

EVERYBODY WORRIED ABOUT MK INSTANTLY

OH BOY

hang on tho so like, who wants this part of mk out? like

kay so hear me out, it feels like somebody wants mk to be at his most powerful, so they’re throwing bit by bit at him to get him real powered up and pull this monkey part out of him

.

season 5 you’re scaring me

OH THE WYA HE SAYS KID THIS TIME

PELASE BE OKAY WITH UR MONKEY PART OF YOURSELF MK

OH WOW

NIMATION REALLY

OH WOW

OH

OH OHOHOHOHGFFS;KA;WWE

OH

OH HOLY WHATBSLD;KF HOLY CRAP WAIT

HOLD UP

ONE

WAIT

ONE SECOND WAIT WAIT ANIMATION??

MONKEY?? HOLD UP??

WELL ARIGHT THEN?? THE EYE?? THE SAME EYE FROM THE SES 3 FINALLY WITH LBD WITH THE YOU CAN’T JUSDGE PEOPLE OFF THEIR WORST TRAITS OR WHATEVER

THE ALMOST SCARY SMILE?? HOLY CRAP MK?? MY LAD???

EXTRA FLOOF

HIS SMILE?? BLASTING CLOSE??

HELLO???

HE TAPPED HIM HE TAPPED HIM WITH HIS TAIL

WHAT IS HE??

WHAT IS MK????

THIS IS LIKE

POWER ON PAR WITH THE JADE EMPEROR????????

MK??????????

MY STUFF

WUKONG CHEERING HIM ON

YEAH WHAT IS HE

HOLY

CRAP

WHAT IS HAPENIGN

WHAT IS MK

WE HAVE’T EVEN SEEN WUKONG PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS WHAT IS THIS KID??

OKAY

OKAY MK’S ACTUALLY TERRIFYING ME RN

HE SEEMS CRAZED BUT HE’S NOT

LOOK WHAT HE’S DONE TO YOU?

HECK U AZURE

HOLY THAT SMILE?? THIS ALMOST DOESN’T FEEL LIKE MK

OH THERE’S NOTHING MINDLESS BAOUT ME FRIEND

WHAT IS THIS NAIMATOIN

MY GODS

WHAT IS HAPPENING

MONKEY KINGS’S JUST BEING SILLY AND UH

THAT’S

THAT’S NOT GOOD

MK HAS SOME

BUILD UP

OOP

MK HAS SOME BUILD UP

OH WOW HOH

OH MY OSH OGH MY GOS H SHUT UP SHU THUSPDFGABH;IOFWAEBF;OAWNGA;OWIMFLS;ADMFDSFAOIWEHNSALKFMS

SCREAMS

SCREMS SCREMSA

MK HAS SOME BUILD UP MK IS A GIANT WAR FORM MK HAS THE FORM MK SUPER PWOERFUL MK INSANE MK MONKEY MK DOING THE CATCH SWORD WITH FOREHEAD THING MONKEY KING DOES HE DOESN’T EVEN BOTEHR TO BLOCK IT BACK THE FRICK UP HOLY CRAP II’M CONVINCED WUKONG DOESN’T HAVE THE POWER HE USED TO BECAUSE MK IS HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP

THERE IT IS

WE’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT A WAR FORM FOR HIM FOR SO LONG AND HE ACTUALLY HJAS IT???

AZURE BUD YOU’RE SCREWED

WHAT IS THIS KID??

HOLY WHAT THE CRAP

YOU PUT UR HAND IN THE MONKEY CAGE AND EXPECT TO GET BIT S O N

I THINK

MK HAS A LOT OF PENT UP FEELINGS

MK IS JUST USING

HIS HEAD

MK ARE YOU OKAY

YOU’RE KINDA

WAILING ON THIS GUY

OOP

THAT’S NOT GOOD

THE UNIVERSE IS GETTING BUSTED

FIGHTS OVER GENTS

MIGHT WANNA GO CHECK ON THAT

WHO’S DEALING WITHTHIS

MK IS HAVING SUCH A MOMENT

UH OH

MK MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE

OR AZURE MIGHT BE

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OKAY SHUT UP NO BREAK HECK BREAKS I’M GOING ONTO THE NEXT ONE I’LL PROCESS ALL THE MONKEY KING FROM THE OG CLASSIC MK JUST PULLED OUT THAT WE’VE NEVER SEEN WUKONG DO LATER

KNOX OUT

[effen-draws]

Now that the swap fic is finished I can finally share the absolute mess of a skeleton plan I created after ch 1! Because this thing is something when looking back on it. Like I had to restructure it twice man. And you can clearly see that I got tired of being a serious writer after a bit and just began making jokes.

But well it does sort of contain spoilers for the fic? So more under cut.

Swap skeleton plan:

Ch 2: wow we are getting started now

The hanged man, Cuno (mild plot, kim can’t handle kids, and corpse) 

Calling 57 (hermit cop, badge and gun)

Car tracks and lorries (car, mention of Joyce Messier, and that racist)

Smoker on the balcony (homosexual underground code, my brother in christ harry you are bi)

Calling Sylvie (encouragement from Harry, Sylvie sad, the drunks, the notebook, fight? Yeah I guess)

Ch 3: kim you fkn try hard

Mystery of sight

Everart Claire (name, gun)

Kim sharpshooter (cool, autopsy, bullet perhaps)

Secret passage (notebook search, inexplicable pinball rage)

Smoker on balcony cont. (harry bi nation)

Harry’s room (not enough money, Kim lockpicks door, romance? No wait uh oh that didn’t go well)

Ch 4: the first sad one™

Klaasje (distrust and flowers)

Car (breakdown, badge)

Little breather of a scene (glasses)

Drunks (the story, the gun)

Church (teens, dora, amphetamines)

Ch 5: this one is all over the place

Doomed commercial area, short

Everart Claire related, short

Suzerainty, short

The Pigs (oh god Kim you’re not handling this)

Limbo (thought, scheme)

Karaoke (sneak, notebook, tearing it up sad style, go white boy go)

Aftermath (it’s assembled, the notebook, photograph, uh oh is that repression? again?)

Ch 6: the second sad one™

Progress (numbness, Hardie boys)

Ruby 

Post-Ruby (This is going to feel bad to write)

The tribunal

This is death kind of scene

Trust (vulnerability, volumetric shit splitter)

[Dance (check this shit out, harry du bois has a very bi time)] [I'm sorry I cut you dance scene...]

Ch 7: The last remnants of “canon”

Towards the Island (Speedfreaks FM)

Eyes (Y’know guilt? Whatever? Idk I have been thinking about this for too long)

The phasmid (Harry gains the “you are gay for kim kitsuragi” thought)

Prelude to the 41st

Ch 8: The “there, there” chapter

Kim gets put on blast (Kim joins the 41st… against his better judgement)

Harry gets put on blast (Jean is really ruining the mood in the car)

The decision

The talk (man. I hope this’ll feel cathartic)

Romance? Idk I’m fkn bad at this

The rcm thoughts

That’s all folks!

[night-vale-daily]

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[jackoshadows]

Needle! The last link to Winterfell and Arya. The Faceless Men want her to give it up because they recognize it’s importance - GRRM

While Needle represents the special bond between Jon and Arya, the sword is also intertwined with Arya’s identity as Arya Stark of Winterfell. It’s symbolic of Arya Stark of Winterfell and is often mentioned as Arya reminisces of home and family. It travels with her from Winterfell to KL, all the way through the Riverlands (Where she is temporarily without it after Polliver steals the sword) and finally is in Braavos with her.

In A Feast for Crows, as GRRM points out above, the Faceless Men realize that Arya cannot become No One until she gives up Arya Stark (i.e) Needle.

And her cell was hers alone. She kept her treasures there: the silver fork and floppy hat and fingerless gloves given her by the sailors on the Titan’s Daughter, her dagger, boots, and belt, her small store of coins, the clothes she had been wearing . . . And Needle. Though her duties left her little time for needlework, she practiced when she could, dueling with her shadow by the light of a blue candle. One night the waif happened to be passing and saw Arya at her swordplay. The girl did not say a word, but the next day, the kindly man walked Arya back to her cell.

“You need to rid yourself of all this,” he said of her treasures. Arya felt stricken. - Arya, AFfC

This is when we get that beautiful piece of writing where Arya tries to give up Needle and... she cannot. She throws all her other belongings into the water as things that belonged to other identities - like Salty’s hat and gloves.

Her floppy hat went next, then the gloves. They were Salty’s too. She emptied her pouch into her palm; five silver stags, nine copper stars, some pennies and halfpennies and groats. She scattered them across the water. Next her boots. They made the loudest splashes. Her dagger followed, the one she’d gotten off the archer who had begged the Hound for mercy. Her swordbelt went into the canal. Her cloak, tunic, breeches, smallclothes, all of it. All but Needle.

She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade. It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time . . . . . . but it wasn’t.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room.

Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

[----] The gods wanted me to have it. Not the Seven, nor Him of Many Faces, but her father’s gods, the old gods of the north. The Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, but he can’t have this.

[---] Finally, the stone shifted. She grunted and got both got both hands in and pulled. A crack opened before her. “You’ll be safe here,” she told Needle. “No one will know where you are but me.” She pushed the sword and sheath behind the step, then shoved the stone back into place, so it looked like all the other stones. As she climbed back to the temple, she counted steps, so she would know where to find the sword again. One day she might have need of it. “One day,” she whispered to herself.  - Arya, AFfC

With Needle hidden, this is the last time Arya’s chapters are named Arya. From here Arya takes on several identities as she trains with the FM.

Arya II, AFfC - Needle is hidden.

Cat of the Canals , AffC

The Blind Girl, ADwD

The Ugly Little Girl, ADwD

So we now come to Arya’s sample chapter in The Winds of Winter, where Arya plots and kills Raff the Sweetling.

We get a possible Needle sighting when Arya wears her Mummer’s Cloak.

Last of all she threw her cloak across her shoulders. It was a real mummer’s cloak, purple wool lined in red silk, with a hood to keep the rain off, and three secret pockets too. She’d hid some coins in one of those, an iron key in another, a blade in the last. A real blade, not a fruit knife like the one on her hip, but it did not belong to Mercy, no more than her other treasures did. The fruit knife belonged to Mercy. She was made for eating fruit, for smiling and joking, for working hard and doing as she was told.

Notice how Mercy says that this Real Blade does not belong to Mercy like the fruit knife? Yeah, because Needle belongs to Arya Stark and not to Mercy.

Mercy then manipulates Raff to go along with her to her room. There, Mercy first uses the fruit knife to most probably cut Raff’s femoral artery.

He shook his head, a dazed look on his face. When he pressed his hand to his thigh, blood squirted through his fingers. It was running down his leg, into his boot. He doesn’t look so comely now, she thought. He just looks white and frightened.

And then comes this masterpiece:

“There’s one on the next canal, but he won’t come. You have to go to him. Can’t you walk?”

“Walk?” His fingers were slick with blood. “Are you blind, girl? I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. I can’t walk on this.”

“Well,” she said, “I don’t know how you’ll get there, then.”

“You’ll need to carry me.”

See? thought Mercy. You know your line, and so do I.

“Think so?” asked Arya, sweetly.

Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. A fine red rain followed, and in his eyes the light went out.

So many things happening here. There’s the call back to Raff killing Lommy.

One of the spearmen drifted over to Lommy. “Something wrong with your leg, boy?”

“It got hurt.”

“Can you walk?” He sounded concerned.

“No,” said Lommy. “You got to carry me.”

“Think so?” The man lifted his spear casually and drove the point through the boy’s soft throat.

Lommy never even had time to yield again. He jerked once, and that was all. When the man pulled his spear loose, blood sprayed out in a dark fountain. “Carry him, he says,” he muttered, chuckling. Arya, ACoK

And finally Needle makes a comeback just as we revert from Mercy back to Arya!

Arya hides Needle and we get Cat of the Canals, Blind Girl, Ugly Girl and Mercy. With Needle back, we get Arya back. This is how closely tied Needle is to Arya Stark. Needle is Arya (Jon refers to Needle being as skinny as Arya a couple of times) and her memories of Winterfell, family and Jon Snow.

This is why I just don’t see Arya hanging around Braavos for very much longer in TWoW. She has Needle with her, Arya makes a comeback here. If she gets news of what’s happened at the Wall or meets Justin Massey with Jeyne Poole in tow, I can see her swiftly making plans to go back home.

The Faceless Men could possibly be after her and that’s what all the Braavosi chapters are going to be about - Arya trying to get off this ride and all these impediments and obstacles before her.