#and looking awefully good doing it

[joshua-beeking]

"They should have made the Hansry romance dialogues more romantic."

Dunno about you, but at least for me, getting my ass saved from mortal perils by someone 3 times + reassurance it wasn't done out of duty, is the most romantic shit I would ever hope to see in a lifetime.

[the-violet-diaries]

The Morning After You've Taken Your Life x the LaDs Boys

warnings: angst, over dosage, suicidal topics

a/n: I'm going through an extremely difficult time right now. It feels like life has come to a full halt and I've found myself in an empty spot, having unconsciously strayed from the path a long while ago. If you are also drowning in life as if stranded in dangerous waters right now, please know that although you may feel alone in your household or life, but definitely not in the entire world. As much as we all wish it was, escaping is not a permanent solution, and it will never be. You, me, we will all someday look back on this day and realize we have become the version of ourselves we yearned to become most. I feel you. So on behalf of all the boys,

Please do not leave. You are not a burden. You are not alone.

I would suggest reading them in order: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

The last of the rough stone-like pills are pushed down your throat. And it's over. Done. You're gone. Once again.

And this time, for good.

Caleb's head hurts. It's been hurting since last afternoon, to be exact, around the time when he returned from a long flight mission. He's been working in his office since then.

He hasn't had a headache like this in an awefully long, long time.

But it's weird. The last time his head hurt this bad was back in second grade, when you had gotten beaten up by bullies. Too tempted by the idea of going out with his own friends after school ended, he had completely forgotten about you, leaving you to walk home alone on your own. But about thirty minutes into playing basketball with his mates, a searing pain had taken over the entire right side of his skull. When it wouldn't go away even after borrowing a friend's icepack, Caleb had ran home, only to bump into a group of stubby-looking boys from your class cornering you against the wall of a neighbor's house along the way. Oh, had they gotten what they deserved that day, and never came within a 3 feet radius of you again.

He still remembers the stupidly relieved yet lopsided grin plastered across your dirtied face when he carried you home, that weak yet grateful voice that whispered a soft "you came" into his ear as he stepped into the front door. The bathroom door closing on the painfully delicate smile ghosting your lips as Gran took you in for a bath. The strong ache that had migrated from his cranium to his heart, piercing it with thorns of guilt, deeper than ever before. As if it had been a reminder to always put his pipsqueak first.

As if it had been a sign, an indication, an alarm to tell him that something wasn't right. That you were in trouble.

As he absent-mindedly shuffles through the USB sticks in his cabinet, Caleb can't seem to shake the thought from his mind. Finally giving in to his anxiety, the colonel stuffs his hand into his left pocket, pulling his phone out. He finds your name at the top of his contacts and a subconscious smile instantly makes its way onto his face when your profile picture shows up. His eyes light up at the sight of you, dolled up in your favorite dress, the baby blue one with black straps. Gaze tenderly tracing your beautiful hands, held up in a V sign, and your gorgeous smile.

My, how quickly you've grown.

Opening your messages, Caleb types a quick text and sends it, watching the blue bubble show up on the screen.

hey, pipsqueak. have you eaten lunch? got a four hour break after my next mission. tell me about your day then! cant wait to hear ur voice ;)

Somewhat at ease, he sets the phone down, turning his attention back to the cabinet. Now all he has to do is wait.

Every moment passes at the speed of an hour. And the headache is only getting worse. Tossing and turning in his leather chair as he tries to focus on his work, Caleb is on the brink of insanity.

You're a hunter. You're busy and therefore take time replying to messages. He knows it. But this is a bit too much.

Unable to get a grasp on his own patience, Caleb lets out a low, defeated groan, finally letting his itching fingers grab the phone and open the text.

Left on Sent.

He can't take it any longer. Screw the upcoming mission.

Rising from his seat, Caleb stuffs the device into his pocket, then glances back up at his desk. His gaze falls on the mini portrait strip of the two of you that sits beside his pc, a classic yet chaotic duo trying out the wackiest props the photobooth had that day. Caleb picks up the faded polaroid and carefully tucks it into his front pocket, then grabs his coat and marches out of the office, headed towards the garage where his UAV aircraft is parked.

Linkon doesn't have many landing spots for air vehicles. However, luckily enough, one happens to be pretty close to your apartment. The roof of the nearby Akso Hospital where Zayne works, usually reserved for medical helicopters only. But no one refuses a man of such high authority, and Caleb has used Akso's landing for the past few years now whenever he comes home from Skyhaven to visit you.

As he makes his way down the staircase to the building's ground floor, Caleb is met with the usual hustle and bustle of the building, patients waiting in chairs or emerging from the narrow hallway with IV poles. Ignoring the chaotic atmosphere around him, Caleb weaves his way through the crowd towards the hospital entrance.

That's when he sees a familiar figure being carried in on a roller bed through the big double gates in the distance.

Caleb feels his heart stop. His legs move faster than his brain, carrying him to the entrance, to the commotion surrounding your unconscious body as it's brought in.

Caleb's mind reels violently. Maybe another mission accident? Just another scar obtained from fighting a wanderer in the most crazy ways known only to you, right? Just the usual, right?

Yet, as he looks down at your pale face, the searing pain on the right side of his skull flares up almost instantly at the sight, and Caleb knows he is mistaken. That he has once again, brought to life the greatest nightmare known to him. He has let you down. And this time, there is no cure.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Oblivious of his reputation being thrown down the drain, tears start forming in Caleb's eyes as his feet stagger to follow the group of medics surrounding the bed into the hospital. Breath catching in his throat, he struggles to match the pace of the fast-moving doctors.

Reaching into his pocket to tenderly pull out the polaroid of the two of you with shaking hands, Caleb's eyes run over your bright smile, your twinkling eyes, your blushing cheeks through blurred vision. Then they look up at your form as you lay unmoving in bed, searching for even the slightest hint of resemblance. But your face no longer holds the same spark it once possessed. No, the joy and liveliness that once inhabited your fragile features are gone, having been ripped away from you by the the cruel claws of reality. The crumpled photo falls from between his trembling fingers.

No. They have ripped you away from him.

How he wishes he can go into the tear-streaked picture, be by your side again, bid you a proper goodbye. See you in your happiness one last time. Oh, how he wishes.

But he is now forced to witness the last sight of you he will ever see, an agonizingly delicate, breakable, sight. As regret, despair, and self-hatred fog Caleb's senses, his eyes catch something on the bed with you.

Shoving his way through the people that surround you, Caleb pries open your tightly closed left hand that lays still at your side.

What he finds nestled deep into your palm leaves him fallen, stranded on the hospital floor.

As his tears fall onto the cold, tiled ground in an unbroken waterfall, Caleb struggles to hold his body up on all fours as a scene that will never leave his mind for the rest of his life plays itself over and over:

As they lay in your hand, held tight onto even after your death, the plastic container of the colorful pills that started it all.

Once again, if you are suffering, please do not end it. Though it may seem like it, it is not a permanent release. Trust me, I have been there and am still struggling. The boys would never wish this on you, either. So please. Please stay with us. Stay with me.

~ Vi

[theborgqueen2]

thinking about the christening of the protostar, when kathryn and chakotay last saw each other. how it makes clear that kathryn does not want to go back into deep space, that she has had enough of that for a lifetime. "dont let them promote you to admrial, they'll take your ship and put you behind a desk" Kathryn probably went "oh thank god" and took that promotion with hugs and kisses. she says "the only way starfleet is going to get me back out there is as a hologram"

i imagine her hardcore nesting as well, really settling, making room in her life and just waiting for a simple sign chakotay has packed his things and is ready to move in.

only for the notification to pop up on her desk that captain chakotay is assigned the protostar, set on a course back to the delta quadrant.

but thats fine if thats what he wants, its not like they ever actually made plans, that he made her any promises, she just thought he'd go for that antropology position not another deep space assignment, putting him back into harms way...? but it doesnt matter, if thats what makes him happy, then Kathryn will be there and she will be supporting him through it.

meanwhile chakotay gets promoted to captain, something that once upon a lifetime was everything he wanted, what he worked for, before everything happened - his resignation, the maquis, the delta quadrant, kathryn.... but now... the pips at his collar mean nothing. he looks at the course they've plotted, getting them awefully close to dangerous anomalies and borg space and all the threats he thought he left behind. he thought he would settle down once they reached earth, get that teaching position he's dreamed of back when they fought mind-controlling space worms, but kathryn didn't call. she seems so happy with her new life, the new position. He's watched her from a distance, making a home for herself, without him and he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt but it's fine. It's okay. It's only ever been about her happiness and if that includes everything but him, he'll give her space. he's learned how to do that. He's good at that. in a way she'll be watching over him now, from afar, as admiral. and her captain.

He'll go back to the delta quadrant, where he was with his family, where he was with the woman he loves, where he was truly happy for the first time in his life, had a purpose, a goal. Peace. maybe he'll find it once again.

So when they Kathryn asks "you're really going back out there." she means "why are you leaving again? why won't you stay?" and when chakotay answers "if i run into any trouble, you're the first one I'll call" he means "i don't want to leave you. but i cant stay here"

and when he goes missing, her previous promise of "never going back out there except as a hologram" gets eradicated because if its him, stranded yet again? there is no barrier she won't cross to get him back.

[s1ater]

cards.

pairings. will hunting x fem!reader

about. will has a conversation with a woman that's very close in age with him and yet very different.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. this movie was the first to ever make me cry. i also hate dumbass people (especially old ones) that come into my work asking me questions that have nothing to do with me. i need a raise atp.

“you’re a therapist?” you watch his face screw up and narrow as if in deep confusion, pointing before it slowly all slips away and is replaced by amusement. he laughs. he laughs in your face proudly, but the laugh doesn't seem genuine, but rather… mocking. “no fuckin’ way, you’re all pulling my leg now.”

your lips are pressed into a thin line as you watch him. you feel a distinct pull in your chest of slight humiliation, but as well sadness; for him.

“how old are you, kid?”

“i’m 22, will. how old are you?”

“22 and you’re doing this,” he shakes his head and you can’t tell if he’s impressed or still mocking you. “how’d you end up here?”

you sigh, leaning back in the chair you sat in, knowing you’d get no where from here, “i played my cards right.”

“yeah, no kidding.”

“you want to tell me how you ended up here?”

he smiled. he smiled like it was funny that he sat in the orange jumpsuit he was in and it was funny that he was screwing himself over, “i didn’t play my cards right.”

“no kidding,” you mumbled, looking at him with the most unimpressed look he had ever received from a stranger. “why?”

“what do you mean, ‘why’?”

“why’re you doing this to yourself?” you mean it. “do you not think you deserve this, that you could do better, be better?”

he doesn’t like that question.

“that’s awefully personal of you, doc. don’t you think you should take me out to dinner first?” he laughs again, but it’s not strong, it’s more nervous than anything.

“will,” you cut off the amusement in his tone, giving him a pointed look. “i’m not here to interrogate you, you know that right?”

“then what are you here for?”

“to talk.”

“about what?”

“whatever you want.”

he scoffs, “if it was whatever i wanted, we wouldn’t be talking at all.”

"what then?"

and then he smirks. his eyes rack you up and down from what he can see sitting across from you, but he keeps his mouth shut. he doesn't have to say anything for you to be able to tell what he's thinking anyways.

you look like a mother with the way annoyance just soaks you like a second skin. he almost regrets even implying such a thing with the way silence simmers uncomfortably between the two of you.

he coughs, "you like what you do?"

you inhale sharply, still staring at him carefully, thinking on how you want to reply to him. you could take one of two different routes; answering honestly, and continuing a conversation as if he was someone you had just met under normal circumstances or turning the question around on him and ultimately getting no where.

"yes, actually, I do."

"why?" he's quick.

"I like helping people."

"I knew you'd say that," he almost grumbles, like what you just said proved something to him. "everyone to ever exist with your exact career always says the same damn thing and you know what? I don't believe it."

you're taken aback, mouth slightly open, "why?"

"because people don't just like helping people out of the goodness of their heart."

"well, maybe people like you don’t."

his head tilts slightly back, you watch a slight curve form on his mouth at your retort, "what's the difference between you and me, huh? what's the little riff that separates us and makes you better than me?"

“i don’t think i’m better than you.”

“but still..? what is it?”

you stare at him, blankly, before you shrug, "well to start off you're a man and-"

"awh, cmon doc," a fake groan resonates from the back of his throat as he cuts you off, obviously fucking with you. "not this sexist shit."

"tell me I'm wrong."

he stays silent, but it's only because he wants to hear you talk.

"it's proven on multiple occasions that women are more empathic than men. it's even proven through animals that there's a seemingly large difference in empathy between genders."

"animals?" he raises a brow, "we're basing our research on animals now?"

"I mean we always have," you can't help but roll your eyes, even as he is still fucking with you, "hormones. if you want a simple basis; hormones. women's hormones are higher, so their empathy levels are higher."

"I see," will nods, but you can see there's still a pressing matter of mischief in his eyes. "you're a woman, so that's why you want to help people and I don't."

"that's not the only reason."

"what're the others then?"

"why don't you tell me?"

he narrows his look on you upon the request. you had trapped him into another question and he felt an actual drive to answer this time.

“you know this really has nothing to do with gender… but the nature we were raised in.”

oh, will hates that.

“what?” he looks relentless, like he’s given up almost, “you want me to tell you that i’ve been abandoned all my life and think our society doesn’t deserve any help? that they’re all pieces of shit and don’t deserve anything more than what they give? that your entire life has been easy, so you don't understand just exactly how fucked up people are.”

he hates how the way you look at him. the way you look content, like you had gotten exactly what you wanted, but there's sympathy; your eyes are soft, and your lips are pressed together in a half frown. that's the only thing that keeps him from not being completely on edge, the soft look of your sympathy.

"is that what you wanted to hear?"

"not necessarily," you fold your hands up on the table. "hearing anything from you would've been fine."

he scoffs, "you goddamn therapists."

"i don't think we're much different at all, actually," you glance at your hands, still folded nicely on the table between you. there's a silence then that you allow to fold up in between the two of you as you think. "life has never been easy, will. i don't think it is for anyone. everyone has their struggles, some of us just face a more... difficult horizon. in the end it only matters with how we deal with it."

he stares at you blankly as you continue to speak.

"you can wake up every day still harvesting that hate for society for whatever it has done to you, and you'll never change, because you hold that hate in your chest, because you don't let people hear you," your eyes go progressively softer, and your head slightly tilts, driving him even more insane. "i was mad for a long time at what my life was, but i became comfortable with it. you can't change what has already been done, but you can make of it what you can."

it's silent.

will thinks about your words more than he intends. having those words spoken to him by someone so similar in age to him made him feel strange, like he was a failure. you seemed to have everything in your life so figured out, as if you were so content with anything that came your way. he doesn't understand how you don't hold hate, how you just let it go as you claim.

"you happy, doc?"

you smile then, "as happy as i allow myself to be."

"you're strange," he chuckled, "you must've never been really fucked over by the world if you just let things roll off you're back."

"what would it matter?" you try to reason. "a person's dog could die and that person could take that harder than if your father were to die. your level of 'fucked' is different to everyone, but it shouldn't matter. you shouldn't feel the need to invalidate someone's feelings, just because yours were continuously. and you shouldn't feel the need to rely on the world to validate your 'fucked up things'."

he feels like he's suffocating from the large amount of empathy you shoved into his ears and down his throat. he had always heard the classic 'you deserve better' speech, but never like this. the way you laid it all out for him put it all to a different level of understanding for him, creating a feeling for guilt that was creeping around his heart for even saying anything remotely ignorant about people's struggles; for thinking he had it worse, that he felt pain more than anyone else.

will feels foolish staring at you. he feels foolish that it took this simple interaction of man sitting across from woman being what it took to make him truly understand he was in control, even his own happiness.

"we really did play our cards differently."

you smile softly, "good thing it's never too late to draw a new one from the deck."

[frightenedcricket]

Folio didn't want to worry anyone, specially you...

But you are quick catching him.

"Hey, is your neck okay?"

As soon as he is off the stage you can see how he keeps pressing his hand to the tattooed side of his neck. Then, instead of turning his head to talk to people, he moves his whole body. He is stiff and sudden moves made him frown. But he doesn't say a thing until you talk to him.

"Yes" He smiles at you, he doesn't want to worry anyone.

"Folio"

With a big sigh he touches it, pinching a point with his fingers.

"I think I slept a bit awkward on the plane. But don't worry"

You do. Your job is worrying about them.

"Nah, doesn't work on me" You smile and he rolls his eyes playfully.

Folio never said anything, but he has a huge crush on you

"I'll bring you something, okay?"

"Hey, no"

But it's too late and he can't really fight you, can he?

You are back with pain killers and some ice.

"No ice please... They will worry"

With a sympathetic smile, you agree.

"Okay"

It's a surprise when you knock at his door later. You are shy and hugging something close to your chest. He looks awfully comfy with his hoodie and shorts.

"Hey, all good?"

"Yes. I have this, it's a pad full of sheeds. It's good for muscular pain, period cramps, when the central heating breaks and you are awefully cold in bed... I thought you could use it for your neck"

He smiles softly. He was trying to sleep but the pain is getting worst.

"I also grabbed some lotion. Australia is weird, they don't have the one I usually get"

"Sweetheart... You didn't have to"

"I do, I want to" You smile. "Plus, you have to tell me what is going on with your neck because we can't have you injured now that we are back"

With a sigh he let's you in. He doesn't mean to scare you or anything, but he takes his hoodie off. You get flustered but then he groans a bit and you remember you are here to help him.

"Does it hurt that much?"

"Yeah"

"I'm not a physio so I'm not giving you a massage, but they said this would soothe the pain and you should use it before the shows to help with the tension"

Nick sits coss-legged while you put the lotion on his neck. The silence is comfortable, you enjoy eachother company. You try to not invade him much but it's hard when he points at the places that hurt. It's the side of his neck and shoulder, but also a bit of his back. His tattoos are awesome and you give yourself a minute to admire them.

"Was it really the plane?" You speak soft and so does he.

"Yes. But it got worst rehearsing yesterday"

"How bad?"

"Uh... It got pretty bad during the show"

"Folio... You have to tell us this stuff."

"I don't want to worry anyone or miss a show."

"You will if this gets worst"

"You are here helping me, it won't" He adds with a cheeky smile.

"Shut up, flirt"

He laughs loudly.

"Thank you, though"

You smile. "Now the bag"

"Can't I just sleep? I'm exhausted and I don't know if I'll be able to keep it in place? I'm falling asleep right know"

You laugh a bit and shake your head. Folio thinks you are unbelievable pretty.

"Five minutes?"

You sit together to watch something on the TV, your excuse is that you don't trust him and have to keep an eye on him. But after five minutes, he is truly falling asleep and the bag keeps falling from his neck.

It's organic, he doest resist and you know exactly what to do, as if you had done this a thousand times before. But you haven't. It's knew and your heart flutters. Your gentle hands pull him close and Nick lays his head on your chest. Your frap your arms around him and he hugs your waist. One of your hands plays with his soft hair, falling everywhere as he has just showered and is not slicked back as usually. Nick sighs when your keep the bag on his tense neck and closes his eyes.

"Don't leave tonight, okay?"

You smile and butterflies explode in your chest. He is warm and close and you like him so much.

"I promise"

[0nlyn3l]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

Carlisle slipped on his doctor’s robe, staring into the mirror so intensely that he didn’t notice his fiery, blonde daughter walk in.

“You’re mean you know” she said carefully; crossing her arms over her pink Barbie pyjama set.

“I don’t know what you mean by that rose” Carlisle replied.

He knew exactly what she meant.

In fact, his actions haunted his mind.

“You know exactly what I mean Carlisle. What you keep doing to her is cruel and cold hearted”

Rosalie always spoke her mind.

She was never afraid to add her input if something went wrong.

Fact was, she was interested in Carlisle and y/n’s situation as she wanted y/n to be like a mother to her.

Rosalie’s biological mother only cared that Rose married into wealth and Esme was more of a friendly figure.

However Rose craved for that maternal connection that she never had, and she only wanted it from y/n.

Carlisle was stunned at his daughter’s statement.

She had never been so brutal with him.

“I never would have expected such villainy from you”

And with that, she left the room, making her way to Emmet as they prepared for school.

~

Y/n parked her Porsche 911 Turbo s Cabriolet in the free parking area; grabbing her black handbag and strutting into the hospital.

“Goodmorning Josabelle” She greeted the woman sat at the counter.

“Y/n honey, how’ve you been”

Josabelle ran straight towards the young girl, embracing her in a tight hug.

“You’re in an awefully good mood” stated the vampire, as the older woman bursted out in hard laughter.

“You. Are. Too. Funny” Jo pinched y/n’s left cheek.

From the one day that y/n had worked in Forks hospital, she noticed that Josabelle was a sassy woman who didn’t like many people.

So she was really shocked when Josabelle welcomed her with open arms and a bubbly attitude.

“What’s the catch ?”

“Nothing, just hop into your office and you’ll have a look”

And with that, y/n was in front of her (Carlisle’s) office door, turning the metal handle in her grasp.

Her eyes immediately darted toward her desk and she saw a large bouquet of crimson roses with a pink wrapper on them.

Turning the bouquet around, she came across a little note; familiar hand writing on it.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫’𝐬

𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝐂.𝐂

What the hell Cullen.

“Who’s is from” cut y/n out of her trance.

She turned and was met with a giddy Josabelle; desperate to find out the details.

“An old friend”

~

𝟕:𝟎𝟓

Y/n didn’t know why she was staring at the clock intently.

Or why she she wore a sundress with no intention of going out.

Or even why she kept smoothing the frizz on her curls.

Carlisles tardiness had her quivering in her boots; nervous out of her mind.

Charlie however was trying his best not to think about ripping Carlisle apart as soon as he would get here.

When his baby sister told him of the note that Carlisle left her, he felt a vein in his forehead pop. If he was human, he was sure his blood would be physically boiling.

The quiet house was filled with the noise of a doorbell, y/n speeding up to the door; letting out a big sigh as she opened it.

Carlisle was stood there; hair freshly combed, more roses in his hand and a navy blue suit on.

Y/n didn’t say anything and only moved out of the way as a signal for Carlisle to enter.

He took off his shoes respectfully before making his way to the couch, sitting stiffly as he made eye contact with his old best friend.

Charlie looked lethal; a cigarette in his mouth and a piercing gaze on his amber eyes.

“Speak”

Carlisle cleared his dry throat, looking back at the girl sat opposite him.

“I took the day off and was talking to my daughter. And I came to the conclusion that I need to apologise”

Before Carlisle could carry on, Charles interrupted him.

“You’re only apologising cause you need to ?”

Y/n looked at her older brother with a little bit of sadness displayed on her face; returning her gaze to Carlisle and letting him continue.

“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention. I meant that she helped me reflect on my actions and has helped me realise that I have screwed up immensely and owe you my sincerest apology. However, no amount of sorries could pay off the amount of times that I’ve hurt you y/n. So Charles, you name it, I’ll do anything to be forgiven by you guys”

The doctor nearly shed a tear as his eyes averted between each sibling.

After his confrontation from rose in the bedroom, he decided to take the day off of work and pull her out of school for the day; taking her to the mall and treating her to a therapeutic shopping spree.

He payed of course.

She told him what he did was wrong and persuaded him to apologise to the curly haired siblings in his history.

And that’s how he ended up here. All vulnerable in front of them.

After some time of thinking, Charlie’s scowl was replaced by a recognisable mischievous grin, y/n and Carlisle immediately knowing he was up to no good.

“If we’re really worth it, you’ll take us both to the mall up in DC, and pay for 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 we want without complaint or hesitation”

Since Carlisle was already pale, his shock wasn’t evident, but his heart sank.

Y/n wasn’t a bother but knowing Charles, he’d buy the whole mall out of spite.

“Deal”

To Doctor Cullen, it felt like a massive boulder had been lifted off of his shoulders and he was ready to rekindle his relationship with the siblings.

“Anyways, I wish I could stay but I promised Alice I’d help her with a school project”

The blonde got up from his seat, making his way to the door as the siblings followed him.

“Charles”

“Carlisle”

The men nodded at each other awkwardly before Carlisle turned to the doe eyed girl before him.

Radiance reflected off of her as the warm light from the lamp kissed her pale yet tanned skin.

Her plump lips were glossed from her constant habit of licking them and her hair cascaded lazily on her shoulders.

He was in awe.

“Goodnight y/n/n”

“Goodnight Car”

He resisted hugging her and made his way to his car with a large smile on his face, showcasing his pearly whites.

Meanwhile inside, the siblings stared at each other with little grins as they leaned in for hugs.

“I love you Charlie”

“I love you too y/n/n”

[hadesthecoolone]

I have is au that's a huge canon divergent for ninjago dragons rising, specially when it comes to Cole and Jay.

I haven't really watched dragons rising, because I absolutely hate watching ninjago when Jay isn't there, so yeahhhhhh.

Anyways au is basically about Jay who after the merg, has forgotten everything about his past life just like canon and stumbled across a kingdom named el reino de la luna(The moon kingdom) where people are cool, kind, nice, talk spanish and most of them have light coloured hair.

They tend to him(he's injured after all) and he meets 3 ppl, who are my ocs, Senio Notady, Amelia Domain and Antonio Sdonio, and becomes friends with them.

Later, he learns that the kingdom's rulers are cruel fucking bitches who kill ppl, torture them for fun and and they don't really give much food to the commoners. And THEN, he also learns that the king is the elemental master(he's been explained to about what ep and ems are) of amber and the queen is the em of wind.

When Jay finds out he, too, has eps, he instantly rushes to rid the kingdom who helped him so much off the bitchy rulers, the three ocs on his toe.

He will defeat them both, because not only he is Jay Walker, but also he's the Jay Walker who doesn't know about his past and waht he knew about his powers and zi took full creativity on his power because honestly, lightning is an awefully overpowered element, if it's used correctly. I mean there's a reason the god of gods Zeus's powers includ lightning too!

This story has bruiseshipping, even though Jay doesn't remember Cole, he sometimes gets semi flashbacks and he does wonder a lot about his fiancé when looking at his Yang thingy.

is it a good au? should I write it? do you have any questions? if you do, askkkkk:)))

[animescapist]

ANIME REACTION KAITOU JOKER Episode 2

requested by @trixiegalaxy

Why's bro laughing? It's a decent drawing though!

I'm not sure how they handle criminals in an international scale, but are they allowed to take matters into their own hands outside their own country?

Only ten minutes, huh? That kinda reminds me of limiting the duration of opening a fridge to save electricity. HAHA. Better be quick as lightning.

Joker's natural enemy has appeared! A pro painter!

... I mean, if he wanted ramen, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't go to France for it.

I dont know about that. Lol.

Will I see him do anything in the show other than explaining stuff? Like be part of the plot, I mean.

He broke 4th wall! OOOOOOOOOHHHH

You know this pro painter dude's character design looks awefully similar to Joker's so I've been thinking for a while now that he is actually also a phantom thief pretending to not be one.

Goddamn! Bro's really cooking out there! Good business.

I bet that poorly drawn painting is actually the real one.

That was random af.

Oh yeah! Thank you, delivery guy.

Okay, that got me. That one's funny.

... bro.

... ehhh....

AHA!

People do think it's great though since it's been tightly secured in a safe that only opens every 100 years.

[night-shadowblood-writes2]

Greatest treasure

Chapter 2

I loved this it's been a month since I stopped by this village and I grew to love the place especially the small meadow by the forest. As I lay watching clouds pass by I could hear a few people pass by but was too lazy to move. My eyes began to droop slowly my mind going blank and finally I fell into a gentle sleep.

"Hey wake up." I felt a gentle shake of my shoulders. I open my eyes 'who the hell why I just started to doze off!' I thought. I look to see, "Chilchuck Tims! Hello! My friend what brings you hear?"

He sighs shaking his head. "Why is it anytime I need to find you your right here and you can just call me Chilchuck im suprised a wanderer has stayed in one place for so long" He asked me. "I like this spot nice and comfy I might just buy this land so when I wanna settle down I have a home" I grin. "So what's up why you lookin for me cutie pie?" I wink it was so fun to tease him he got so red it was adorable.

He flushed, "why do you keep saying stuff like that? Anyways I want you to meet some of my friends." "Ooh~ it because I like you a lot!" I smiled he sighed. "You'll give me grey hair I'm still young you know" he said laying beside me.

I couldn't help but smile I loved times like this with him. Moments we forget what we need to do or what we planned just to bask in the moment of each other's presence. To talk about any and everything "I was thinking.." "hm?" He turned to look at me. "A good name for a daughter I'm thinking first name mei what do you think would be a good second name to go with that?" I ask looking at him. "Mei? Hmm jack?" He pondered answering. "Meijack?" "What don't like it i was just answeringyour question?! He flustered and said in a hurry.

"Hmm no Meijack I like it it sound really pretty" I grinned brightly at him. "You seem like a girl dad Chilchuck I can toootally see it" I said turning on my side using my arm to prop my head up. He blushed and muttered "a name for our girl" he blushed wanting to make me as flushed as he was.

When he looked at me he was surprised to see how red my face was. "I also like the name Vincen for a boy..." I say looking away. He flushed and looked away aswell hand reaching across to hold my unoccupied one. "That's a good name too..."

"I'm glad you think so it'd be so cute to call out Vinny or Meimei" I chuckled "Your going to embarrass the kid" he playfully glared. I smirk "That's the fun part don't you think" I teased.

He sighed I couldn't help but to gaze at him he was so beautiful.. he looked at me with flushed cheeks and I realized, "I said that out loud again huh.." I chuckled. He let go of my hand and played with my hair and before we knew it we just chatted completely forgetting what he came here for.

"This is where he was!" We heard and turned to see some of his friends there he was quick to jump away remembering he was supposed to bring me to them. "Damn it I forgot" he said ruffling his hair and glaring at me. "Hey don't blame me for your forgetfulness" I pouted.

It was two boys and a girl there "These are my friends Jimjo, Dardanelle, and Bethanne my friends guys this is Izzybel" Chilchuck introduced us. I smiled brightly and jumped up and by his side our fingers tips brushing.

"Hello! I'm Izzybel it's a pleasure to me Chilchuck's friends" I said with a bright smile. More friends I remember Ma and Pa telling me all about their friends they made traveling I only had a handful at the moment but I hoped to make more.

The boys smiled at me and the girl looked between us both at how close we were moments ago and how close we are now but smile back nonetheless. "So this is the wanderer huh?" Dandan said looking me up and down. "Awefully small even by our standards" Jimjo said.

I pout "I'm still growing!" They all had a good laugh even chilchucktried to hid his amusement i could help but stare at him he was truely perfect.

We all decided to spend the day wondering helping out fellow neighbor and once it started to get dark I had to separate. "Ah shit I need to get to the inn it change!" I say turning to go. Chilchuck sighed rubbing the back of his neck, "of all the jobs there is you decided to get a bard maid one.."

"Hey it pays good and I get tips! Plus everyone knows a pretty face like mine gets good money* I say giving a playful wink "your telling me if you start to drink you wouldn't want me to serve you~?" He blushed and looked away "just- ugh just stay safe some guys are rowdy" "yes yes I'm going now~! Oh! Remember my birthday is coming up! I wanna spend the day with you again you can bring your friends again if you wanna too!" I say before running out if sight.

"That woman..." Chilchuck muttered. Looking to the side secretly wondering what kind of gift i would like to receive.

[biohazard-inevitable]

New Recruit

Chronologically, this is part 16 Of The Dragon and The Fox Overwatch self insert fanfiction, though this is technically the beginning of season 2 so I will be calling it S2P1 and so forth, but…

Hello~ we’re BACK BABYYYYYYYY!!!!~~~~~ new adventures and new chaos waiting to unfold!!!!! And this is all of course @emile-hides ‘s fault, so you can thank him for the junkenstein revival of this series!!!

Oh also, link to part 1 here

“All-righty cyborgs and gentleman! This is your captain speaking!” Came the chipper, high voice from the cockpit of the shuttle that the two Shimada’s sat in, soft smiles plastered upon their faces as they indulged the whims of their pilot. “We are about to land at the Gibraltar base, the temperature is a lovely 21°C with delightful sunny weather!”

“You ready, Ibotei?” The elder asked, giving his brother’s hand a gentle, affirming squeeze.

“As I’ll ever be meeting government officals…” Zayne laughed nervously, leaning on his brother’s shoulder with a soft sigh as he looked up towards where Lena was staring back at them from the cockpit, having flicked on the autopilot landing.

“You’ll do great!” She affirmed. “I just know it! Captain Morrison really isnt that scary!”

“No kidding! That privledge went to commander Reyes.” Genji snarked. “Morrison is a big softie compared to him. Though I wonder, what exactly did you do to get a criminal record?”

“Oh you’ll both find out once we get inside! Morrison has the list!” Lena chirped innocently as the shuttle finished it’s landing sequence. “There are so many bright new faces for you to meet!”

With a quick flurry of taps along a keypad, the rear ramp of the shuttle hissed open to reveal a man in a deep navy colored uniform with short, well groomed hair as blonde as sunlight and calm, prideful eyes like the rolling waves the deepest ocean.

“Genji!” He greeted with a cheerful smile. “It’s been far too long! Glad to have you back with us, and you’re looking better than ever!”

“It’s good to see you too Jack.” Genji chuckled electronically as he approached the blonde man casually to geet his firm handshake. “It has certainly been a long time since we last met, and hopefully under better circumstances this time.”

“Well you seem perfectly healthy, so not quite a trip to Angela again, and more talkative this time!” The man- Jack- jabbed with a playful elbow nudge to the cyborg’s side before glancing over at the small man still hiding in the shadows of the shuttle’s cargo dock. “And that must be the brother you told us about? The one you’re vouching for?”

“Yes, though I wasn’t aware he had a record.” Genji chuckled softly, nodding his head in a gesture for his brother to join him. “I’m awefully curious of what such a record contains, though I have my suspicions on some things. Nonetheless, he is a good man, I know it. Besides, you were willing to take Cassidy on.”

Slowly, from the shadows Zayne walked, his gaze neevously angled at his feet as he joined his brother’s side, not sure what to make of the man before them.

“Well, Reyes technically took him on, but yes, I’m sure its no problem.” Jack chuckled before extending his hand to the youngest Shimada. “Hello, I’m commander Jack Morrison. Leader of the Overwatch.”

“I’m Zayne Shimada…” He mumbled, cautiously taking the hand offered which was returned with a firm shake. “You aren’t going to arrest me, are you?”

“Honestly? We should, if only for your mild acts of terrorism, but your brother is willing to vouch for you, and I’m willing to look past it so long as you are willing to make some agreements while we have you complete some paperwork but, we’ve had worse cases then yours as members.” Jack responded with a slight chuckle. “But its nice to finally put a face to the name! You’ll fit in just fine here, I’m sure of it.”

“If you say so.” Zayne chuckled awkwardly ad he was released from the handshake and Commander Morrison began to walk off towards the main building with a wave enticing the brothers to follow.

“So when were you gonna tell me you’re technically classified as a terrorist?” Genji jabbed as he skipped along after his brother with a shoulder bump.

“Mmmh, was hoping to wait about as long as you did in telling me you were still alive.” Zayne replied with a sly shrug and a smirk. “Possibly never.”

“Touchè.” Genji replied with an electronic hum. “How did it even happen anyways?”

“Lets just say back when I was working with Hanzo, we got into some… interesting situations and may have made friends with some Australians.”

“Australians???”

“I’m sure they’ll debreif you on my list of crimes once we actually get in there, and those who I committed crimes with.” Zayne sighed as he caught up to the Commander. “Though do know, the buildings I destroyed were corporations who had it coming.”

“The fucking WHAT-“

“Quite the brother you’ve got there Genji!” Lena snickered as she blinked over to catch up with the boys. “This year’s going to be a lively one for sure!”

~~~~~~~~~~

It was weird, walking through the halls of a military outpost freely, not having to sneak around camera blindspots, and strangest of all be escorted around like a guest by the head honcho! Zayne wasn’t sure if he liked it, though it was nice not to have to avoid guards like the plague for once.

Eventually, the group arrived at a small interrogation style office room, which wouldn’t be that strange if it werent for the enormous silverback gorilla sat at the other side of the desk, a pair of glasses sat newtly on his face and a bannana casually in hand. It felt like something almost out of a fever dream, and what happened next baffled the ninja even further.

“Genji!” The gorilla greeted with a toothy smile. “Good to see you again!”

“Ah Winston!” Genji responded cheerily without batting an eye. “Overwatch’s favorite monkey, how have you been?”

“Well- actually, and I hate to interrupt,” Zayne piped up, giving his brother a soft nudge. “Hes not a monkey, hes a Great ape. Very different groupings.”

“Okay nerd.” Genji sassed with a gentle smack to the back of his brother’s head.

“Oh I like this one.” The ape responded with a deep chuckle as he turned his attention over to Zayne before extending a hand to the young Shimada. “I’m Winston, a scientist here at the facility. I’m mostly here to hand you your paperwork and help walk you through it, though I admit I was also curious to meet the new recruit joining us! Oh and, Genji already informed me about your peanut allergy, and just know, I have a tendency to indulge in peanut butter from time to time, it goes very well with bannanas.”

“Well, thanks for the heads up.” Zayne chuckled softly. “Though, I’m still a bit amazed to be talking to well- a talking gorilla! How did that even..?”

“Well, I was born of brilliant minds and raised on the moon by humans! I could go into morefacinating details, but I’m afraid thats a subject for another time as its a terribly long explanation!” Winston laughed softly as he placed some paperwork in front of the young ninja. “Anyways, todays discussion is more about you and where you lay in regards to the team here at Overwatch, which, weclome welcome by the way! Its great to have you!”

“Thank you!” Zayne smiled softly, sitting down at the table. “I’m actually surprised how nice you guys all are! I was really expecting to be arrested almost immediately and locked away forever, at least until I called in some favors and busted out.”

“I’d have liked to see you try!” Winston chuckled. “But, no, no no. We’re quite the understanding group here, I mean, we’d need a bit of any talents we can get if we’re to take on the remnants of the omnic crisis! We cant really afford to be picky even if we wanted to!”

“Allright, well, this is going to be very boring!” Genji announced as he clapped his hands together. “I’m going to have Lena give me the rundown of your crimes if you’re alright being left with Winston?”

There was a subtle concern to his voice hidden amidst the playful tone as he rested his cybernetic hand on his brother’s shoulder, giving a hesitant squeeze to ask if he’d be alright. A squeeze that Zayne returned with a soft smile as he responded.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, just meet back up with me in whatever place you guys call a mess hall around here?”

“Of course Ibotei, see you soon.”

It took a moment for Genji to remove his hand from his brother’s shoulder, ever the loyal shadow that had guarded the young ninja during his time at the Shambali monastary, now finally having to seperate so his brother could fill out tedious paperwork regarding many, many crimes he had comitted, though in his heart he knew he was in good hands. After all, these were the hands that had caught him when he fell from the Shimada clan entirely.

“Alright, lets begin!” Winston spoke, adjusting his glasses as Genji left the room.

Boy, were they in it for the long haul.

~~~~~~~~~~~

And just for fun, here are the crimes as follows:

Breaking an entering

Multiple speeding violations

Grand larceny

Grand theft auto

International terrorism

Murder-for hire

Conspiracy to commit murder

Vandalism

Arson

Extortion

Acts of non-permitted Demolition

Criminal Anarchy

S2P2 here

[joanna-lannister]

Here an expert of the "The Holy Sinner" Tower scene haha: (Context the father of the twins "Grimald" just died of old age, their mother died giving birth to them, they are approx. 17-18 here and it's after the tourney scene, narrator still the monk)

But now I cry Woe alas! over this night, when the Lord Grimald was scarce dead; as a corpse still present, though put to rest, gone hence and as father no longer between the brother and sister. For according to the devils wicked counsel and to his abominable pleasure, in that same night the brother slept with the sister as man with wife, and their chamber above in the tower, round which the owls circled, was so full of tenderness, defilement, rage, and blood and sin that my heart turns over for pity, shame, and anguish and I may scarcely tell it all.

They both lay naked under their covers of soft sable in the pale gleam of the swinging lamp and the scent of the amber with which their beds were dusted—they stood, as fittingly, far apart, and between them, coiled round like a snake, slumbered Hanegiff, their good hound. But they could not sleep, they lay with open eyes or only sometimes shut them perforce. How it was with the maiden I do not know, but Wiligis, overwrought by his father’s death and his own life, groaned and slipped out of his bed, went round Hanegiff on his bare foot soles, gently lifted Sibylla’s cover, and came, the godforsaken one, with a thousand forbidden kisses, to his sister.

She spoke jestingly, albeit with a choked voice:

‘Oh my Lord Duke, what honour you show me with your unexpected visit! What gives me the privilege of feeling your dear skin near mine? A joy would that be to me, if only round the tower the little owls would not so awefully screech.’

‘They always screech.’

‘But not so awfully. That may be why your hands cannot rest but must so strangely wrestle with me. What means, my brother, this wrestling? (lmao the JC tower scene was also described as wrestling by Bran) How have I thy sweet shoulder at my lips? Why not? It is dear to me.’

All at once hound Hanegiff set himself on his haunches and gave lamentable tongue, he began to howl up to the roof-tree, just as when a wolf bays at the moon, long drawn out, heart-breaking, and from the bottom of his heart.

‘Hanegiff, still!’ cried Wiligis. ‘He will wake the household. Beast, be quiet, lie down! O devil-beastie, if you do not stop I will make you dumb!’

But Hanegiff, before always so obedient, howled on.

And the young man naked as he was, half crazed, sprang out of bed for his hunting-knife, seized the dog, and cut his throat, so that with a throat-rattle he stretched his limbs in death; threw the knife on the body, whose blood the sand of the floor drank up; then he turned drunkenly back to the place of another shame.

Oh woe for the good and lovely dog! To my mind it was the worst that happened this night, I rather pardon the rest, unlawful as it was. But I suppose it was all of one piece: a spewing of love, murder, and passion of the flesh. Sibylla whispered:

‘What have you done? I have not looked, but pulled the cover over my head. It is so still all at once.’

He said breathlessly:

‘So far so good. Anaclet, my servant, is loyal and true. He will make order early, scratch a hole, and hide him, and destroy all signs. Us may no one ask. Since our lord father is dead, no one, sister-Duchess, my sweet other-I, beloved.’

‘Consider,’ she breathed, ‘that he died but today and lies stiff below in state. The night belongs to the dead!’

‘Out of death,’ he babbled, ‘were we born (their mother died in childbirth to them) and are his children. In its name, sweet bride, give yourself to your death-brother'

And the lovers murmured what soon were no longer words but sighs.

‘But not so awfully. That may be why your hands cannot rest but must so strangely wrestle with me. What means, my brother, this wrestling? (lmao the JC tower scene was also described as wrestling by Bran) How have I thy sweet shoulder at my lips? Why not? It is dear to me.’

I wonder now if GRRM was inspired by this 🤔

And the lovers murmured what soon were no longer words but sighs.

Okay, but this one sentence is so beautiful 😭 ALSO, INSANE STORY. I LOVE IT. Again, thank you for sharing it ❤️

[solardick]

Honestly. If rather be tortured by russians. Amd have a war to fight. Instead of

Being forcbly turned into aqueer agains typur own better nature. But. Thats not

My decision to make.

Nothing beats a girls smile. Well ive spent the last 25 years in solitude and mesiry. Lloks like ill be spending the next 25 years in solitude and agony.

When a guy smoles at me. Im like wtf you smiling at?!

Vaca time coming. Thats 240 hours of stairing into a tv screen. Its honan be great.

Awefully lot of white hatchbacks driving around lately.

What do white hatchbacks have to do with the number 22? You cope with a machinated reality.

Curious swntence in type. Without the hype. Read into what you project. Save that if i were to type it like this. It becomes a little more conscricted. you Cope with a machinated reality.

But f’course: You cope, in a machinated reality. Or You cope! With a machinated reality….? No. Or You cope with a machinated reality! No, the hype settles at the end. After the fact of seeing it. Save for perhaps not fully registered yet.

On the aide note. I beleive i was dosed again. Insomina fallowed by a system crash out of nowhere.

And my christmas present this year is being forced to quit another job. Or coasting till im forced out. Though thr whole job is an exasterbation of bs. And manipulation. But. I dont know what life is without it so. Its just partnof the scenery.

Look number 22 again.

It mwans gay rape.

But atleast i know cpr. I can save a baby oatch you up. But homestly. I probably womt cuz none of you seserve it.

And all the leaves are turning into ugly coulours. Begore they fall off the tree and die.

Mayhaps perchance one day ill be anle to freely express myself. But the world has made that impossible. I hate having attention. Thoughbit extends and is cumbersome. When it comes to the individual vis a vis, one on one. Freedom is less taxing. Blockage, for fear of reactions. Or lack of back and forth. The emidiate tendency is to be not cross the threashold and sustain a good thing. To move forward in that direction. Ive seen some, reactions of others becomes similar. Disappointment and distance.

Tried in the recent years. Save for all the blanketing on my existence. Sets up for a predetermined means. Everyone holding knowledge over you. As you stand aside of person. And supress thr healthy reaction of beaten them the fuck up or picking yourself of the ground and leaving. Save for that all outlets are controled. Even in the ones that are purely personal. If its connected to other people. Other people are not what they seem. And often enough times. Making it painfully obvious.

It comes in response to other sources. Which is, mostly, all is done. Part of the conditioning one would suppose. Attention is better served elsewhere.

Hope my ass gets better. So i can go back to studying a new tarot creation. Otherwise. Im not going to last long.

It be a dream to publish a deck and for it to hype. Influencing/manipulating women all over the globe for generations to come. Be something to die for.

Well, hope she likes anal. She’s gonna get alot of it.

Well im out of a job. Ive been through this a dozen tomes already i know hownit ends.

[the-firebird69]

Top 10 Badass Mystique Scenes (X-Men)

This is what they're doing with the 3rd generation a lot but if they pick it up they're doing a lot of it themselves in its deceptive. And they don't like the empire at all and they are fighting them constantly but we do understand that there is a severe problem with the empire and other people and they are getting to the roots of all of it and they are under attack and they are questioning them finally. This kind of show is helpful because they need to have is helpful because they need to have gear on and they need to use techniques that work in this case it would be a cloak and thin armor they say it too it actually helps

Hera

I hear him too they have to be looking head on unless they have more advanced stuff and mostly they have to be looking with their eyes to see where you are in other words it sounds odd but from the periphery if they can't see you that's an advantage even if there are behind'cause in the look real quick they might not catch it and that's why it's very very cool stuff and Harry Potter supposedly kicks it off but it doesn't look that way.

jennifer aka Mystique

more shrotly and on what the trip does to her.  she is confined and wiht hostile monsters should hate us and hears it from them we heard

Her

good and i shall see it i think

jennifer lawrence

truetoo you sneaky bitch

sarah

ugh ok knock it off high and mighty falling str

jennifer l

we do fall and awefully and due to mac proepr

sarah 

yup we need ours to stop them not us

and we infight and are frowned upon

jennifer l

Olympus

[echantedtoon]

A Bloom In Time Ch22 Cooking Cat Returns With Mustache Girl

(I headcannon Mustache Girl's actual name to be Muriel. )

You know. It feels a lot better sleeping on a bed than it was sleeping on a hard cold wooden floor. Also much better to wake up with having sore muscles for a second time. Slowly waking up, blue eyes peered out awake to the world, blinking away the blurry vision that came with it. Where was she again? The first thing she saw was the blue canopy of Hattie bed......And slowly she started to remember what happened last night. Groaning, the grown woman slowly sat up on the bed and reached a hand up to push the long messy hair out of her face. Vision slowly focusing and seeing the large pillow pile and diving board attached to the top of it, and the bookshelf with all those children books on it. Yawning, Poppy stretched out her back the Starella story book tumbling off her lap and onto the bed beside her, not that she noticed. She was a little busy smacking her lips and rubbing her face before standing up and sluggishly walking her way towards the tiny door. She was hungry and you know what, some apples in the morning didn't sound too bad anyways. As her ma would say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Right? Well not quite. As she tired crawled(dragged) herself into the control room, the sweet smell of fried eggs and cheese filled the air and when she sniffed, Poppy found herself turning in the direction of the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled at the smell of the food and she stood to her feet again. Mind blank as she tiredly trudged her way towards the ramp up to the kitchen area. Passing Rumbi who was happy to be back in the control room and not carried around room to room anymore cleaning. Up the ramp and past the big vault door, she could smell the food getting closer and closer until she pushed open the doors without a second thought.

"....Well, good morning to ya," a cheering slightly southern accent called out, "I was wondering when I would see you again."

The voice seemed to finally wake up Poppy as she blinked and turned her head in the direction of Cookie who smiled and was standing on a chair to reach the hot stove. Something was sizzling on the stove in front of her and that's what was making the delicious smell. The girls were there too, all dressed in the same outfits as yesterday but these ones were different colors. Same design and style, different color. Hattie was wearing a dark blue and white out fit and hat( dark blue being her shirt and pants, and white being anything else from her cape to hat), and Bow was wearing a similar dark blue and white attire(with her dress being dark blue and everything from her Bow to shoes were a white). The girls happily waved at her in between eating what looked like friend eggs into their mouths. A third short person was standing off in the corner of the room behind Cookie looking bored.

"Oh. Uh.....*YYYYAAAAWWNN* H-Hello again, Cookie." She proceeded to rub her face again. "W-What are you doing here?"

Cookie smiled turning back to the stove to flip the yellow almost cresent shaped egg. "Well, since the last episode of my cooking show for this season was finished, it means I get a few months to take a load off and prepare for the next season after the Annual Bird Movie Award Ceremony is over."

"Bird ....movie awards?"

Cookie nodded. "It happens once a year, but unfortunately since one of the three judges not awefully sick from bad bird seed they had to push it back a few months this year. Now the deadline is the week before Cupid's Day, that's why the theme for this year's contest was romance. Poor Mr. Grooves is having an awful time trying to find suitable actors for this fairytale romance theme he has going on. I would've volunteered myself, but I was really looking forward to some rest." She smiled shyly and pointed to herself. "And I wasn't exactly what he was looking for in the fair maiden role."

"I think you're beautiful Cookie!," Bow piped up, "The prettiest cat in the world!"

"And the best cook, too!," Hattie added.

Both making Cookie giggled and waving her paw, "Oh stop! Ya'll are making me blush worse than a kitten with a puppycrush."

"What are you cooking?," Poppy asked shuffling closer to them.

"Cheese omlets," Cookie replied happily. Reaching over and grabbing a plate laid next to her, she expertly flipped the omlet up and onto the plate in her paws with ease before turning to Poppy smiling and offering it out to her. "I hope ya'll don't mind me stoppin' by. I had nothing else today to really do, and I thought that I'd drop by and spend some more time visiting like I promised. And I wanted to see for myself if you were settling in today."

Poppy gladly took the plate from her stomach rumbling and mouth watering at the sight of it. "Uh. N-No. It's perfectly fine. In fact it's very kind of you to do so." Smiling she took the fork handed along with her and dug in......OH MY PECK!! Whatever a cheese omlet was it was SO delicious! Once again her cooking amazed her again. " SO GOOD!!"

Cookie ended up chuckling again turning off the stove. "I'm glad you think so, honestly it was only a few eggs and slicing a few pieces off that cheese wheel, the fridge is practically empty. Why didn't you go restock yet?"

Poppy stopped mid bite and looked at her for a moment staring. "Restocking?"

"Y'know. Shoppin'? All ladies like to shop, don't you?"

"Uh...Actually I don't think I could. I haven't exactly been paid by anyone yet so I don't really have much to buy any fancy things." She continued eating and eventually a movement to her right caught her attention, blue eyes looked down to meet gold ones as the two made eye contact and her brain quickly registered it to be another little girl in a red hood with her hair in two ponytails. Swallowing down some food, Poppy smiled at her. "Well hello there. I don't think I've met you yet. What's your name?"

"Mustache Girl!," the tiny girl proclaimed pointing a hand up, "Defeater of bad guys and savior of the world!"

"More like almost destroying it," Hattie shot back shooting her a dirty look witch this ...uh...'Mustache Girl' shot back with equal annoyance.

"Says the one who messed up by making it rain dangerous hourglasses everywhere!," the blonde yelled back pointing a finger, Hattie just stuck her tongue out at her.

The little girl continued to look slightly annoyed and Cookie reached behind her to pat the child's head. "This is Muriel. But we call her Mu for short." She gave a scary mom smile down to the children. "And we're not going to fight today are we?"

"No, Cookie!," all three girls agreed under the cat's gaze.

Poppy wasn't gonna lie, she was slightly scared and kinda impressed and this cat woman's skills to mother these three with ease within just a few seconds. And Mu huh? She giggled. It was pronounced the same way as 'Mew', like what a cat would say. And honestly it was kinda cute of her. Mu noticed the way Poppy was giggling and looking at her and frowned. Before shooting an accusing hand and face at her.

"And what are you laughing at?," she asked and Poppy noticed she also had some kind of accent. "Are you a bad guy too?!"

"MU!," Cookie scolded giving her a stern look and Mu instantly froze, eyes shooting sideways to the cat, "What did we talk about with minding your manners? Now you apologise to Ms. Bloomington this instant!" Her gaze turned apologetic to Poppy. "I am so sorry. It's hard for her to break old habits from Mafia Town, but I promise you she's a good girl."

"There's no need to apologize." Poppy smiled wider before kneeling down slowly to Mu's height. The little girl pulled her hand back to her and watched as Poppy stopped eye level smiling at her like Cookie would. "It sounds to me like you're a very brave little girl."

Mu paused for a moment. Looking Poppy up and down suspiciously as if trying to decide if she was serious or not about it, but took it as a compliment. Smiling proudly and puffing out her chest, pointing at herself. "Absolutely not wrong! I'm the bravest crime fighter in the world!"

Poppy chuckled again and sweetly nodded. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if ya was. Such pretty eyes too. They look just like gold and honey."

"YEAH! That's exactly what I am!" She puffed up prouder at the strokes to her ego. "Gold and honey! The best gold and honey in the universe! Finally someone who gets it." Behind her Hattie rolled her eyes stuffing the last of her breakfast in her mouth, and Cookie seemed to be happy with the way the two stopped arguing finally.

Poppy chuckled again. "Well, it's really nice to meet you, Mu."

"Likewise, Bloom-in-Tons!"

"Call me,Poppy!" She smiled as she stood up to finish eating her food as she smiled. "Why don't you all go play?"

"Yes," Cookie agreed nudging Mu forward a little bit, "Why don't you all go and play with that pretty gold castle they showed us and be nice while the adults talk for a little bit?" The children were a little apprehensive at first but agreed to do so with Bow quickly stuffing the rest of her breakfast into her mouth and both her and Hattie tossing the dishes into the sink as one after another they ran to the doors with a few shouts of- 'I call being the Gold hero!' 'No you don't! I'm the best crime fighter!' "No you're not! I beat you remember!' 'Yes way!' 'No way!' 'Yes, Way!' and Bow following after the first two as they left. Cookie sighed shaking her head and grabbed the frying pan and spatula she had been cooking with hopping off the chair before looking up at Poppy. "I'm sorry for that. Those three may fight sometimes, but Hattie was quick to forgive everyone including her. They are friends I swear, but they argue worse than Conductor and Mr. Grooves at times....Mind being a dear and dragging over that chair there?"

"Hm. Oh! Sure." Plate in one hand, Poppy used the other to drag the chair across the room right behind Cookie to the sink following. "And it's quite alright. Kids will be kids after all, I don't blame them at all. Hmhm." She scooted the chair over where Cookie silently pointed and watched as the plump cat impressively jump onto it and faced the sink with the already dirty dishes in it. Going back to eat the other half of her breakfast as she watched Cookie roll up her sleeves more and turning on the sink. "Thank you for the..omlet by the way. I really appreciate it. "

She nodded not looking at her and instead turning on the hot water to the said sink. "Well it wasn't trouble at all. I was a little surprised you hadn't gotten up yet. Aren't you supposed to be the little dumplins' new babysitter or somethin'?"

Poppy sighed through her nose swallowing again. "Uh, well. Yeah that's my new job I guess. Being a maid and nanny to 'em. But to be honest with ya, I don't know the first thing about where ta go or even start with whole thing."

Cookie paused for a moment in her movements to look over at her...Yellow eyes roaming up and down eyeing the tacky dress on her and the messy bed head she had. "Well, by the way you look now ya'll are having some trouble settling in."

Poppy groaned allowing the cat to take away her now empty plate. "Tell me about it. With all the darn crazy things that's happened in the past few days I'm about ready to burst. And even if I knew where ta shop, I couldn't exactly pay for anything being broke."

Cookie looked at her confused. "Broke? But I thought all those gold do-dads were supposed to be your payment? The children seemed awefully proud to have them and Hattie said something about buying a whole bunch of things with some of it."

........OH!! THE GOLD!! OF COURSE!! She had completely forgotten about all of that in favor of being hungry and getting herself some food, but now that she remembered that didn't sound like a half bad idea to use it for food and some clothes that weren't so tacky.

"That doesn't sound like a half bad idea ya got there!...But. I'm not really sure where to use it. Haven't visited many places around here."

"Hm...I got an idea!" Cookie's smile widened at her. "Mu and I were just going around to do some errends after visitin'. Why don't ya'll come along and we'll make a girls trip outta it? It'll be fun to show someone around my favorite places! And I know just the place in Express City where you can trade gold for pons."

Poppy blinked. "W-Wha- N-No! I-It's fine. You're too kind really. We'll be just fine just how we are right now-"

"Nonsense," Cookie cut her off giving her a look. "Staying here all the time isn't going to magically put food in your fridge or nice clothes on your back. I insist. Besides, some time stretching your legs will be good for you."

Well. That didn't sound too bad to be honest. She could definately get a change of scenery besides haunted woods or an alien space ship, plus some actual soil under her feet sounded nice instead of floating in outer space. But Cookie wasn't exactly about to let her just waltz out with a bed head like hers. Luckily there was three little girls who gladly got very excited when they were asked by the cat to play 'make over' with Poppy, and by that she meant tidy up her hair. To say it hurt quite a bit with all the tangled built up ever since she crash landed in the swamp was an understatement. IT PECKING HURT!! Didn't help her hair was very long so it would take quite a while, in the meantime Cookie was nice enough to gather some of the gold objects they definately could put to better use. Of course both Bow and Hattie were very reluctant to let any of the buried treasure they found go, and once seeing all the gold Mu certainly was not willing to let 'any potential evil doers get their hands on it'. But they all came to a understanding with the stern gaze of the cat thrown at them. They would the girls each keep one, leave one or two pieces of gold for back up just in case of any emergency where they needed money, and the rest was coming along with them. They agreed reluctantly. No surprise Hattie chose the golden Roach King. Bow chose the castle as she enjoyed having it while playing her games. And Mu chose the cookie. Why?....She pouted and said because it reminded her of someone before shoving it into her cape's pocket with a huff. It was decided the golden skull would be the thing to be left behind and was hidden under Hattie's bed for safe keeping. Which left the golden gear, trophy, potion, pencil, Mafia Man, Cheese pieces, and candle would be all the things to go. But they all wouldn't be easy to carry as solid gold was a sure heavy thing. Luckily Poppy was just what they needed, who else to carry them but the strongest gal here? So into the pockets of her trusty leather apron they went. The weight was a bit much but she'd manage, like the light pain in her head right after the girls got done with her hair finally, leaving it in that signiture long braid and pretty blue bow tied at the end by Bow. She was ready! But the trip all the way down to the planet was another thing in of itself.

She was NOT about to risk free falling from space again, and these two weren't exactly known for their iron grip the last time. Cookie, being the genius cat she was suggested she just come along with them to Moon City to catch the next chip taxi down to the planet with them. Poppy hesitated at first, but she agreed afraid of falling from the sky again. Bow and Hattie coming out with umbrella's in their hands presumably going on their own to follow them all. Making sure they were all comfortable the cat lifted her sleeve again to reveal the same watch like device she had used the last time she was there and instructed Poppy to hold onto her paw now, as it would be a really quick trip there. She wasn't sure what to expect when she nervously grabbed Cookie's paw, but she did slam her eyelids shut when Cookie pressed the button on there. Before quickly grabbing Mu's hand with her other paw. 

.....

........

"Uh..Ya'll can open your eyes now," came Cookie's voice.

Were they there already? Poppy's hand was released by Cookie and the human slowly opened her eyes. ....And what she saw both surprised and calmed her. Looking up the starry sky of outer space shown down at her live the time she free falled, but without the falling to the ground this time. The pretty stars shown brightly before those blue eyes blinked around at everything else. It was a CITY alright. A BIG ONE!....Well, she guessed any city would be big to her, as she's never really been IN a city before, the only one she's known to be in the city was her distant cousin who had a Fruit Stand somewhere in the Subonette City Marketplace. He'd sometimes tell them all the tall buildings that were so close together and the giant skyscrapers the rich fatcats lived in and their fancy carriages being pulled by giant beautiful black stallions. He always said the place was always too big and crowded for his liking but he didn't leave because the market always brought the best customers to his food. But she'd didn't think any city would be this.....Flashy. The tall buildings were decorated in massive lights and music blasted from everywhere and all kinds too. Rock, jazz, blues, techno remixes. You name it. It was almost enough to hurt her ears and her eyes. And all around them were...There was....PENGUINS!! Moon Penguins. They all didn't seem to mind or care that they just showed up in the middle of the town square and didn't care. Beeping was heard as a car zipped by them all and Poppy jumped staring at the weird mechanical beast that just went by. Gigantic signs were everywhere decorated with lights. One said 'Hats', another had a picture of a fedora and said 'Nuthin' Cooler', one Said 'Hats and Buy'. She giggled at one that read 'Penguin Suits Clothes Store'. There was even a giant glowing sign of piano keys with the words "Feelin' Lucky? Casino Hall'. It was...AMAZING!! Even if her senses were being attacked right now. But then she stopped to stare at the fountain they were standing right next to. It was in a giant shape of a music note and like most everything else, was bedazzled in lights as water poured from it.

"Are you alright?" Mu was giving her a strange look as the grown woman gawked at everything. "You look like you've never seen a fountain before."

"I've never been in any city before! Let alone on the moon!" Poppy smiled excitedly at the two of them. "This is amazing!"

Cookie chuckled and grabbed Mu by the hand gesturing for them to cross the street to the right.....Then proceeded to grab Poppy's hand to drag her along behind them as she still stood and gawked at everything but jumped at the tiny cat pulling her along across the street to the sidewalk. Another red car driving by them. As they walked Poppy noticed there was tiny bush plants in pots everywhere also covered in lights as they passed. These pengiuns really loved lights huh? Speaking of them she saw a lot of them. Moon penguins wearing suits, fedoras, and black sunglasses, they were all listening to music or talking to one another, or driving those big machines they were riding in. At one point she saw a lady penguin dressed in a pink outfit similar to the others, waddling around with a baby stroller with an egg carefully placed inside of it. She giggled at the sight of a tiny fedora on the egg as they passed, how peculiar- BAM!! Bright yellow light! Suddenly hitting her straight in the face. Poppy had to slam her eyes shut again at the sudden bright yellow flashing on them, only being guided by Cookie still holding her hand but Poppy did blink her eyes open and look up to where the light was radiating from when she felt cookie tug her in a different direction before stopping. While she got her hand back, Poppy held it up above her as her eyes adjusted and she was finally able to make out the blinding light up above. There was three gigantic blinding signs on top of the biggest building she's ever seen. Two were saxophones and one in between them were bright yellow letters saying GROOVES. 

"That's Mr. Grooves moon studio," Cookie explained noticing her staring up at the signs. "He built it right by the entrance to the metro so he can just waltz on in and start workin' if he decides to shoot on the moon for what ever reason." Her yellow eyes also squinted up at the sky above and pointed up to two little stars floating down from the sky. "And here come the little darlins' now. I told them to meet us as soon as possible at the metro here before we go down to Express Town."

"Express ....Town?"

"It's the first town before you get to Express Owl City. Millions of birds ...mostly owls, live there. But Express town is big enough to have everything we need, and to be honest I'm not a fan of cities. I've gotten used to a small town life as it was."

Poppy continued to gawk at the bright lights, slightly impressed by it all...but then slowly shifted over to two little things floating down from the sky towards them, it was hard at first to see them thanks to the blinding yellow light from the sign but eventually she was  able to see the forms of Hattie and Bow floating down towards them. Hattie was holding onto her hat with one hand and smiled down at the three girls below when she noticed they were staring at the three of them.

"I'M MARY PENGUINS YA'LL!!," she called down from the floating umbrella waving her hat.

Mu huffed crossing her arms. "Show offs."

Poppy chuckled at it all and watched with a smile as the two girls gently floated down closer and closer, until they were right in front of them.  Standing on the ground smiling and putting away those magic umbrellas into...Well magic thin air she guessed and smiled up at them all. 

"Are we late?"

Cookie shook her head, and gestured to the stairs leading down into the ground, turning as she did and starting to walk down said stairs. "Not at all, Sugarplum. Come along now everyone. The evening train's 'bout ta leave any minute now. And we don't want to miss that now do we?"

Shaking her head no, Hattie followed right behind her with Bow and After rolling her eyes, so did Mu. Poppy slowly followed after them down the stairs, but surprisingly she wasn't greeted in darkness. Instead she was met with a secret underground tunnel of concrete under the city and ....HOLY COW!! A train! There was a train smack dab right in the middle of the room, a few penguins climbing onto it or off it as the many doors on the long thing was open. Thank goodness it wasn't as flashy as the city outside as she looked around in wonder. The place was still pretty big even for small penguins, about five or six houses wide and height if you asked her. There was one penguin who wore the same thing as the other penguins only had on a conductor's hat and a small mic in his flipper, Poppy watched from the bottom of the stairs as this penguin looked at a watch on his other flipper before bringing the mic back up to his mou- ...Uh...Beak.

"Attention passengers." His voice boomed through a speaker above them all. "The Evening Train to the planet below will leave in exactly thirty two seconds. Those boarding please have your luggage in hand and board immediately. Last call for the evening train. That is all."

"Oh, that's our ride. C'mon ya'll. Don't want to be late now." 

Cookie hurried the three little girls in front of her towards the nearest open doors on the trains, Poppy trailing behind. Passing penguins going in or out of the tram Poppy gazed up at it as she stepped in. She had to lean other a bit to not hit her head on the ceiling. The weight of the gold in her heavy duty leather apron making her lean more from the weight of it. It had white painted walls with poles and handles on the ceiling to hang onto along with benches the perfect size for Poppy and the girls to sit in. Poppy being obviously taller ended up taking up a seat and a half next to them, but there wasn't many penguins on board so she had plenty of room to herself without having to worry about taking up space for anyone else. 

"Last chance of boarding. I repeat last chance,'' the Conductor Penguin's voice sounded out. Poppy glanced over at the doors as they all closed with a loud click ceiling them as the girls and Cookie all sat on either side of her. But gave a small yelp when the train lurched wobbling everyone in it and slowly started to pull forward, Poppy glancing out the window behind them and seeing the station move as the train started taking off. "We are now leaving Moon City Metro. Please remain your seats and enjoy the ride. Thank you for choosing PenCo Express Services for your space travels."

As they picked up speed, Poppy kept staring out the window and her eyes widen seeing the out side of outer space and suddenly the sight of the moon after a few seconds, it was silver and round like a moon would look like but a good CHUNK (like half of it) was alive with lights bright enough to be seen from her spot on the running train. The lights making the buildings look shadowy, it was kinda pretty in a monochrome way. As she turned her head in the opposite direction to look forward, the planet from what she could see from it was getting closer and closer. Well.....Here she goes.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚♡︎

Day 24 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Izuku has a mommy kink, after hiding it for a while, and he lets it slip out.

603 words.

You could always tell that Izuku had a special interest in your breasts. He was always staring.

He would stare at the curve of your tits and the valley between them when you wore v-necks, and his gaze would linger when he saw you in only a bra. Not to mention how he would fondle and squeeze them almost painfully when you made out.

What you didn't realise, however, is that this played a much bigger part in his... Special interest.

It all comes to light while the two of you are busy making out on the sofa of your unlit apartment, the dark settling over you like a blanket as your boyfriend's gentle hands trail their way up your shirt. You have no idea when it happened but, at some point during your relationship he somehow managed to acquire the skill of unclasping your bra one-handed.

So the two of you end up tangled with one another as his palms warm your breasts under your sweater, the pooling arousal between your thighs forcing you into a near constant state of fidgeting, your knees rubbing together in a fruitless attempt for friction.

Meanwhile, Izuku ruts against your hip slowly, leaving a trail of kisses and bites across your neck and collar bones, and the only reason he stops there is because of your inconvenient clothes, blocking him from showing you all the love he has to give.

Sensing his frustrations you wiggle beneath him to take off your sweater and shirt in such an awkward position, but you don't mind. You'd do any form of acrobatics for your adorable boyfriend (he'd like it too).

But, you're caught off guard by the words that next come from him. They ring clearly through your mind, despite how breathy and hesitant they are.

"C-can I-...? Can I suck on them?..."

Uh.

Why not?

You have to take a moment to get over your shock but when you think on it just a little more, it's always been obvious that he would like this sort of thing. Why were you even surprised? With an amused but kind and awefully inviting smile, he thinks, you allow him to press soft lips against the bud of your breast, his tongue tracing around the pebbled nipple with a passion evident in his little moans.

His hair is soft and fluffy as you grab a handful at the back of his head, tugging slightly only to then start to massage the base of his scalp, pressing gentle fingertips into pleasure spots he didn't even know existed.

Your bottom lip is bitten and red, tugged between your teeth as you feel him fondle and squish at the most sensitive areas of your body, your underwear thoroughly ruined by now.

All is well and good, until you hear it slip from between his lips.

"Mnh- mommy-..."

Judging from the complete lack of reaction from the dazed greenete he probably doesn't even realise he spoke out loud, too focused on the moment to pay any attention to anything that's not you.

"oh? What was that, babe?"

He pauses, pulling himself from your chest slowly as he looks at you with mortification, a blush of shame running over his face as his mouth opens and shuts like a goldfish. The poor thing is so embarrassed, and you just can't help but want to make him feel better.

"no, no- it's okay... You can call me whatever you'd like, baby"

He's just stepped into paradise, and the look on his face as he presses his lips to yours once more sets a fire in your belly.

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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[pkacademyincorrect]

Kuboyasu pointing at Saiki’s broken coffee jelly dish: who broke it? i’m not mad, i just want to know

Kaidou: I-I did it. i broke it.

Kuboyasu: no, no you didnt. nendou?

Nendou: don’t look at me!! Look at Saiko.

Saiko: what?? I didnt break it.

Nendou: huh... that’s weird, how did you know it was broken :) suspicious.

Saiko: No, it’s not. because it’s sitting right in front of us... and it’s broken.

Toritsuka: if- if it matters - and it probably doesnt - Aiura was the last one to use it

Aiura: LIAR i dont even drink that crap!!

Toritsuka: oh really? then what were you doing by the coffee jelly?

Aiura: i use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles everyone knows that, TORITSUKA-

Kaidou: alright alright lets not fight. i broke it let me pay for it Kuboyasu

Kuboyasu: no. Who broke it?

Nendou: Kuboyasu... Yumehara’s been awefully quiet.

Yumehara: oh REALLY?

——————

Kuboyasu: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.