#but also maybe this will just get admin to respond faster

[truecorvid]

i didn't think the leopards would eat my face!!!!!!!!!!!! (all of my professors cancelling classes in solidarity with the student union strike)

[yeonmuse]

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary ⛸️

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to his older sister. He finds himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED ❕ 🏷️

happy Soobin day

Despite their awkward moment at the rink the previous day, yn would have to pull herself together, for today was a new day and she would be seeing him once again, this time under differing circumstances. Soobins birthday party just so happened to be tonight and everyone had been invited, and by everyone that meant EVERYONE. Not only had Harua, Maki and Nicholas been invited but Sunghoon and his entire friend group also happened to fall upon that list. It’s not that she was complaining or anything. She had enjoyed the group's company after the UA’s game and didn’t mind hanging out with them all again, but Sunghoon himself was the problem. Having to be in the same room as him after their catastrophe of a skating lesson yesterday was something she was painfully dreading.

“Are you guys actually letting him come with us.’’ Fatou questions, her gaze drifting over to Woonhak who had been walking beside Jin Soul as they all made their way down the road — all of them having parked a few blocks away from Soobins house.

“It’s better to invite him than have him catching on fire again.’’ Mari responds earning a nod from fatou followed by a string of “good points”

“Maki and Harua will be there too so at least he’ll have people to keep him company since he can’t drink.’’ Yeonjun chimes in, shrugging his shoulders as if he wasn’t the slightest bit worried about Woonhak possibly getting into any trouble this time around.

Yn being the only one not having entered herself into the conversation because she was far too busy getting in her head about running across Sunghoon tonight. Maybe iif she was lucky she could stick beside the group and the two of them wouldn’t run into one another, or at least that was her thought process until they strolled into the house and everyone began to disperse. Woonhak leaves the group to find Maki and Harua, Yeonjun and Riwoo running off to a group of girls standing in the corner of the room and Jinsoul and Fatou going immediately to the drinks and dj booth. That left her alone with Mari, who eventually ran off the moment her eyes caught sight of Nicholas standing at a long table playing what she assumed to be beer pong.

That now left her standing alone, and although she would usually be contemptuous with spending the night on her own tonight was far different. After passing through the kitchen for a quick drink she pops out onto the balcony, feeling the need for fresh air and lot’s of time to think.

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Sunghoon, who had arrived at the party a lot earlier than her, found his gaze drifting towards the door every five minutes as if he had been waiting for someone to come in. Jay had noticed right away and would throw a few sly remarks his way, at which Sunghoon would just roll his eyes or brush off.

“Staring at the door won’t make her come any faster. Will you just get a drink and relax.’’ Jay comments, taking a sip from his cup as he leaned against the wall to his side.

“What are you talking about?’’

“Are you really going to play this game with me?’’ Jay's eyebrows raise as he peers at his friend over his red solo cup before dropping it from his lips.

“I’m just watching the door, that’s all.’’

“Right cause that’s totally normal of you.’’ Jay responds, a snort following his words as he laughs at his friend's inability to tell the truth when it came to a certain someone.

“Well you have fun watching the door, i’m gonna go watch these jackasses play beer pong.’’ pushing himself away from the wall, Jay takes his leave, leaving Sunghoon alone to continue observing the rest of the people in the room like before.

He couldn’t help but think of how pathetic he may have looked, standing in the corner of the room waiting for the girl he only recently realized he was growing feelings for. A sigh spills from his lips as he brushes his hair back, his gaze finally breaking away from the door. It was then that he saw a familiar head of hair walking out towards the balcony, if he had turned his head any later he would have missed her entirely. She must have come in while he and Jay had been in the middle of their conversation, when he was far too occupied to be paying attention to who was coming in and out of the door.

──── ୨୧ ────

The moment she got outside the wind hit her like a ton of bricks, sending a shiver straight through her spine, but it was a much needed wake up call. For minutes on end she just stood there in silence, the moment from the rink playing over and over in her mind until she began to realize that her nerves were starting to feel silly. What reason did she have to be nervous? He would probably do the same for all of his students right?

A laugh spills from her lips at her own ability to overreact, she was starting to realize she sometimes made herself panic when she overthought things. For a split second the door behind her swung open and the sound of music could be heard outside until the door was shut again. As she turned to see the person that had now joined her outside the smile was immediately wiped from her face and her throat ran dry. Her moment of recognition and self reflection was immediately thrown over the balcony the moment her eyes fell upon none other than Sunghoon, the man that had been plaguing her thoughts since the night of his game.

“I guess you needed somewhere to escape too?’’ Sunghoon spoke up, mentally cringing at his own choice of greetings that sounded more and more lame the more he thought about it.

“I just needed somewhere to think.’’ she manages to choke out, her words coming out somewhat robotic but thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice.

“What are we thinking about tonight?’’ he asks, pausing to take a sip from his cup as he fills in the spot at her side.

‘You’ was what she was obviously thinking at that moment, but of course she couldn’t say that to him.

“Just hoping your friends don’t get yet another party shut down I actually want to enjoy it this time and we don’t need Woonhak catching on fire again.’’ she lies, not being able to stomach having the conversation about him and her right now. Sunghoon chuckles glancing out over the balcony where Ni ki, Riwoo, Yeonjun and Jake all stood out in the backyard.

“Don't worry they’ll be on their best behavior tonight, Woonhak is safe don’t worry.’’ He playfully nudged her with his elbow before turning so that he was now leaning against the railing.

“So you guys let him into the party this time?’’ He questions, referring to Woonhak not having to sneak in to the party this time

“It was either that or we risk something worse happening than his hat being burned to a crisp.’’ The two share a laugh before she turns to lean against the railing as well. “Besides, Nicholas came with Harua and Maki tonight so he’ll have some company.’’

“The three of them together might just be worse than Woonhak alone.’’ Sunghoon chuckles, earning a shrug from her.

“Well if the cops show up for any reason tonight i’ve got my running shoes on this time.’’ Sunghoon laughs before bringing his cup to his lips finishing off the last of his drink.

Their conversation was suddenly cut short by the sound of screaming from a nearby window beside them. As the two peak over the railing her eyes widen as they fall upon Woonhak hanging halfway out the window while Yeonjun struggles to pull him back inside.. She rubs att her temples and turns to Sunghoon who stood next to her trying to hold in his laugh, not wanting to make the situation any worse.

“It’s going to be a long night.’’ she grumbles, the two of them heading back inside to make sure Yeonjun didn’t need any help pulling Woonhak back in.

The night was indeed a long one, but unlike Yeonjuns disaster of a party this one was less stressful and far more fun. The night was full of loud music, drunk dancing and multiple games of cup pong and uno ( which is probably the worst game to play when half the players are too drunk to read their cards ). The only hiccup of that night had been Woonhaks window incident – which forced each of them to take turns making sure he was nowhere near the window. After they finally sang happy birthday to Soobin and cut the cake the party slowly began to wind down and upon every hour people would disperse. By the time 2 am rolled around everyone had gone home, leaving only the two friend groups left who had still been full of energy. 5 drunken rounds of just dance later that they all started dropping like flies, most of them just dropping wherever they landed and passing out there. By the end of the night Maki, Harua and Woonhak had been the only three awake and fully sober. Ultimately the three had made the decision to just cover 'em all up with blankets and let them sleep while they went on to make use of their downtime.

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[trenchcoatsbi]

hallo!! its your nonbinary egg prosecutor again to talk about kin stuff :DDD, I hope you guys are doing alright with the entire thing with wil..and because rn things on the qsmp are a bit of a mess with the team, but I'm here to whip you guys back to reality and send you a lot of hugs!! this is a bit of a random thing but usually when I kinshift to franziska I picture myself as her young self either baby fran (that is basically child franziska) like rn or rookie prosecutor where she was like 13 and rarely when she is 18, maybe because I'm a teenager?? but I'm not really sure I was wondering if it could be an agere thing but I am not so sure about that either, regardless of that I'm feeling much more calm regarding everything that has been going on qsmptwt is burning ig? but eh not my issue at all I'm sure things will turn out fine in the end, I have faith in quackity as well as the admins

welp! see you later folks!!! please take care of yourself :DDD

-(cannon divergent llulah anon) franziska von karma ace attorney⭑

oh geez i didn't realize this was still in the inbox! I coulda sworn that I responded to it! ah curse my faulty memory! anywho geez sorry for leaving you on read so to say? i mean its not a big deal i just ughghg I like talkin to ya. lowkey sucks to realize i've left ya hanging but eh that's just how it is sometimes.

anyway franziska!! hi hello! happy to hear from you again :]! Hope things are all good with you too! Stuffs been fucked lately but I'm gonna pull through, t's gonna take a lot more than a little stress to kill me. [also thanks for the hugs. sending some your way too! hope they find you well]

Kinda piggy backin off of your thought cause t's really interestin to me. I remember a lil while back I'd align a lot more with the uh younger version of one of my kintypes but with time it's kinda shifted? idk augh I'm just more prone to reminiscing abt stuff that's more related to source which happened when I was older.

Just in general I've been thnking abt how like almost all of my kintypes are older than me rn. Feels weird tbh always thinkin I'm older than I am, but eh t's probably just a me skill issue on top of my habit of being old men in terms of kin stuff. Seriously some one stop me from being old geezers with children, I'm too young to be adopting people at the rate I've been at it...

Anyway I'm gonna just cut myself off there. The rest of my rambling can go into my private journal it's all a bit much haha. aight I'm gonna get back to responding to asks faster again I swear. I'm gonna claw my way back into being on top of things one way or another. I miss this blog which is a weird thing to say but idk I think about yall anons a lot. You all take care and all that! The eleventh month anniversary is right around the corner (it's the 16th so uh yeah literally just right there) and I might be sappy abt it again but I think I'll save the really sappy shit for the 1 year anniversary. yall watch out!!! it's ridiculous how easy it is for me to be emotional abt people I pretty much just know through an inbox.

[queenerdloser]

dumping some work frustration here bc it's bothering me SO much

so my boss called me and my two other admin coworkers in last week to talk to us about how small things have been falling through the cracks lately and she wants us to tighten up. and like. that conversation, i get. obvs it's frustrating when genuinely stupid stuff causes problems or when things aren't double checked the way they should be, etc.

but the problem is that my boss. is so FRUSTRATINGLY bad at communication. like to the point where i have never once had her respond to me without taking two weeks (at MINIMUM) to do it. there are multiple projects i've been working on that have ground to a complete halt because she just never got back to me when i tried to ask her something.

and in the two years i've been working here, this has been a consistent issue. i've talked about it, my other coworkers have talked it, our secondary bosses have talked about it. our boss has brought it up at admin meetings before (always in this like joking/casual way???) as an issue she knows she has. so she's VERY aware of it. but she's not doing anything to like. fix it? like she point blank told me that it wasn't likely to change and i just needed to pester her more to get things i needed from her or to get a response.

and it's the most mind-bogglingly frustrating response i'm still kind of ???? about her just. saying that she's not planning to try to work on this consistent failure to respond to the point where it's causing work issues or that she doesn't plan to like come up with strategies to fix the communication issue. she's just going to keep doing it and put the onus on US to try to get her to respond faster???? like what the fuck is that all about! if i was going my job inadequetely and my response was "well that's just how it's going to be, so you have to come up with strategies to try to get me to do my job better" i would be fired, i'm pretty sure????

even more frustrating bc they decided, based on the small mistakes piling up, that our admin team needs to be in office three days a week now instead of two. which, whatever, that's fine, but they framed it not as a punishment but as a way to make sure people are around to be able to communicate with each other more. and then didn't schedule us to be in office on the same days. and like tbqh i communicate just fine with the other admin on my team this is also happening to. the person i can't communicate with? is my boss, who doesn't respond to anything and who, btw, is not going to increase her in-office days (currently set at 1 btw) even though if anyone needs to be in the office more to "foster more communication" it's her. like maybe if she was actually in office more, i could track her down to get the VERY SIMPLE ANSWER i need to the question i asked her three weeks ago.

idk man my boss also gave me some examples of where things for me personally had been causing issues and both examples she gave me were ??? bc one was about how i didn't check in with her about something that she already knew about and that i was aware she was doing (so why would i need to check in with her about it????) and the other was not following up on a form that i created for her to fill out (within a day of her asking for it to be created btw) that she then proceeded to not send back to me for literally a month and a half. except that i DID follow up on the form multiple times and every time i asked her about it, she said she'd get it to me that day and then never did.

like. i genuinely don't know how to say this to her face, but i am not a fan of being told that it's on ME to make sure that she responds to things. i'm sorry. but you've got to figure out how to manage that yourself, which you should be able to since you're literally my boss. what the fuck. i'm also busy!!! no, i don't want to have to message you every hour for one simple form you should have sent to me weeks ago!!!!

frustrating building too bc there's this report i need in order to finish creating this spreadsheet for data entry and i asked her to send it last wednesday. asked about it again friday, again today. not only has she not sent it, hasn't sent a single fucking confirmation she's even seen my messages or is working on it. i'm like. i can't even do this thing (which SHE ASKED ME TO DO!!!!! this spreadsheet data is stuff she specifically is asking for us to fill out!!!!!!) until i get this report. why do i have to hound you to do your fucking job!!! why am i the one being reamed for little mistakes and told i have to come into the office an extra day a week to make up for it when she can just get away with this kind of bullshit behavior?????????? ARGH.

[pokedelivery-girl]

cassette!

//

memory: Alias

Callisto's room, Somewhere in Unova, 20XX

"You have (1) unread message(s) in your inbox."

Without so much as batting an eye, Callisto clicked on it. It took a few seconds for the page to load - broadband internet's just like that, of course. She's heard on the TV that internet speeds will only get faster someday, and she couldn't wait for it to happen.

"Uuuughhh..." Callisto groaned, with Aurora - still a Kirlia, playing with some crayons, taking a quick glance.

"Krii?"

"It's nothing, just... complaining."

"Li-lia."

Load, the page eventually did. And visible upon the screen... a rather unusual PM, signed xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx. Callisto's heart skipped a beat for a second - that's one of the forum admins! Ack- she KNEW she shouldn't have posted that fic- but, no way to proceed other than biting the metaphorical bullet...

"SALUTATIONS!!! seeing as how thou art an active member of our community i would like 2 invite thee 2 The Royal Parley! srry that we didn't sendeth thou an invite earlier bt we were kinda reconfiguring the chat. our royal engineer hath fixed it so we should be good ^^ BUT EITHER WAY! rejoice, w1nged_freeshooter, as thou shalt finally be able to PARLEY WITH US! AND OTHER FORUM MEMBERS! THANKS TO THE WONDERS OF HIGH SPEED INTERNET!!!!!!!!

link here btw <3 hope 2 see u soon! pw is LVN4T!KR3D3Y35 btw.

- xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx

♤♡◇♧Queen Of The Underworld, Eliza - None Escape My Lunatic Red Eyes♧◇♡♤"

Callisto's heart rate dropped back to resting as soon as she read the second sentence. Aurora already came to sit right by her, latching onto the panicked-for-a-second girl to comfort her for that brief period. Callisto wrapped an arm around her, performing one of those awkward side hugs.

"Rii..?"

"I know, I'm fine, I just... thought I got banned for a second."

Aurora doesn't understand anything about the internet, of course, but she's always open to comfort Callisto whenever she feels - or in this case, felt troubled. She turned her head to the screen. Being a Pokémon, she doesn't couldn't read, of course, but there was alot of red on her screen...

"Rii-ya."

"That's just the text colour Eliza likes to use."

"Riiiii-ya."

"It's not a bad colour! I mean - I know red looks dangerous... to us all... but it's fine here!"

"Rrm."

Aurora nods, understanding, but a little suspicious. The colour disappeared from the screen soon afterwards as Callisto clicked the link. One quick installation of Silph Network Messenger later, she entered the invite and the password, and sooner or later..

W1nged_Freeshooter has joined the chatroom.

kyokuya: but no that's dumb. they'd catch them at the airport if they went n flew to unova

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: FREESHOOTER!!!! SALUTATIONS N WELCOME 2 OUR PARLAY!!!

kyokuya: oh shit it's really her. welcome!

omittedoddish: hey hey. sorry for the holdup.

...There's an unusual sense of gratification as the people took the time out of their day to greet her. It... makes her happy.

She responded.

W1nged_Freeshooter: hi hi! Glad to join you lot!

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: it is an honour 2 haveth thou here!! i'm trying to get celia 2 look but she responds not to my royal summons

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Eliza what part of do not disturb do you not get.

W1nged_Freeshooter: "Celia"?

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: AS UR QUEEN I HAVE THE RIGHT!!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: No you do not. Also, yes, that's me. Welcome! Should I call you by your screenname or any other name?

Huh. It's... honestly not something she thought about too much. But now that they mention it... maybe she could.

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: YES I DO!!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Drag your ass ad your Pokémon down to Galar. If you want the right to annoy me you gotta earn it.

AllyenosTheLamplighter: and*

She... doesn't mind the name Callisto. It's a cool name after all, but... there's always some feeling missing when people call her that. A sense of self, a sense of... well, her owning that name.

omittedoddish: it has been 0 days since the last time Celia challenged Eliza to a battle

kyokuya: we're not usually like this i stt

And she'd explored. And she came with another name she likes. But she's never had the chance to extensively be called that, other than by herself. Maybe they could...

W1nged_Freeshooter: well, my name is Callisto, but I'd like it if you call me Calli!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Ooh that's a sweet name. Both I mean.

W1nged_Freeshooter: thanks! i got it for my birthday! modified it myself though ^^

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: CALLI FROM THIS DAY FORWARD THOU ART MY ROYAL KNIGHT! NOW STRIKE DOWN THIS BUNGLER!!!

kyokuya: by truth give her a choice at least.

...you know, she does like it. There's... a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart. A sense of... "that's my name. It's definitely mine." A small smile curls from the side of her mouth.

"...Liii..."

...A warm, fuzzy feeling Aurora fell asleep feeling too, as well.

W1nged_Freeshooter: hey, hate to do this the moment i join but i'm a little sleepy so i'm gonna hop off for today.

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Gotcha. Rest well!

omittedoddish: ^^ have a good night!

kyokuya: you know, it's like 11 pm here i should sleep as well

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: ASTRAL PROJECT INTO THE ENTRALINK CALLI AND KYOKUYA!! MAY YE HAVE A GOOD NIGHT'S REST!!!!

kyokuya: what

[votederpycausemufins]

Welp, made another thing for @petrichormeraki ‘s Hermit!tommy au. be warned that this is only a part 1 cause i haven’t finished the whole thing and i need to get my computer looked at so i won’t be able to finish it yet but here’s some of it at least

Disclaimers here are that I only know the general idea of Xisuma’s base and that there’s a honey farm somewhere, but I took liberties with how it is for the story. Also, headcanon that I made specifically just because I want it to happen, canon deaths that don’t end up with a ghost make the person lose a piece of their soul until it can’t support them fully anymore. Then that piece ends up somewhere else. Maybe that’s why the compasses work. But more I just want something like what happens in this fic. For the hurt/comfort.

When Tommy first joined the Hermits accidentally, he hated being around Xisuma. Not only was he the admin of the server, the one who held the most power, but for whatever reason, this guy decided to look like a bee. It was worse when Tommy learned he almost changed up to look like a Strider, but then just went back to a bee. At the very least it wasn’t easy to run into the guy.

It was more the problem of his base. The coolest places and the ones Tommy most liked to visit were the ones in the jungle, especially since the old base he was living in was built there. With no elytra, at least not one he used for more than gliding, Tommy got lost when in the more natural parts of the biomes. And when that happened, he tended to accidentally find Xisuma’s base.

So much of it was bee themed that Tommy disliked it. It reminded him too much of what he left behind, but couldn’t get back. Having the compass was as much as Tommy was willing to have to remind him.

But one day Tommy got killed when he wasn’t being careful. He wasn’t too worried about it, especially after a message in his new communicator had a message from a hermit who picked up his stuff and put it in a chest. They didn’t really have the inventory space to bring it to him and we’re busy enough they couldn’t stay, but it was fine. A chest was the standard.

But right now, the problem was getting to the chest. Not only was it somewhere in the jungle, but it was also most of his gear. Tommy didn’t really have many good backups, never wanting something that someone could take, even though he knows the hermits would never do that. Probably. He’s still wary just to be safe. The most he has in storage is some gold armor for when he goes into the nether.

Tommy donned a mixture of gold and worn iron armor and a mostly used sword to get his stuff. He’s sure he knows the way to his gear until he doesn’t. With the monsters tougher than at his old home, Tommy is worried about dying again as the sun starts to set. He rushed through the jungle a bit faster until he ran into it. Xisuma’s base. Tommy was going to pass it by when monsters started to spawn, with him getting really unlucky and one zombie spawning with full enchanted armor.

Not wanting to die, Tommy scrambled his way into Xisuma’s base. He sighed once he was in a safe place, though upset that he would have to spend the night in such a place.

With nothing much better to do other than sitting, which Tommy hated doing, he started to walk around and explore Xisuma’s base. Close up, it was actually okay. The bee theme designs weren’t as prominent, and all the towers and buildings had farms inside them which were fun to watch. The one problem was the honey farm. This one definitely had a lot to do with bees. Tommy was going to just run by it when a bee popped out.

Tommy actually paused at that. Then smiled. Bees only game out during the day, which meant he could leave. He smiled and ran out of there and went outside to see… it was still night?

Now confused, Tommy went back to the bee farm. He was beginning to think maybe he just imagined it, but then he saw the bee still there. He watched as it kept bopping its head against the glass, ignoring the flower with it and not going back in its hive.

Puzzled, Tommy just watched the bee until he heard the noise of someone using a firework. The sound caught Tommy’s attention, and he looked away. When he turned back, the bee was gone. After looking there for a few seconds, Tommy shrugged and started to walk away. But even then, he still kept looking back, so much that he didn’t notice Xisuma until he ran into the man.

Tommy froze up when he saw the admin standing in front of him, but instead of anything Dream might have done or said, Xisuma spoke in a kind voice. “Oh, sorry Tommy, I didn’t see you there. Were you looking for me?”

Tommy didn’t speak for a little bit until he heard the pop of a bee leaving its hive. “Uh, I just got lost and holed up here, cus I died and was trying to get to my stuff and that one guy isn’t around to sleep. Also one of your bees is fuckin’ weird.”

Xisuma scolded the boy for cussing, then offered to help Tommy get to his stuff. He mostly ignored the bee comment until there was the noise of something softly hitting glass again. Xisuma walked over to the farm and Tommy followed.

“See! Isn’t it supposed to not do that?” Tommy asked, to confused by the mob to be scared of Xisuma or want to leave the bee area.

Xisuma nodded slightly, watching the bee’s odd behavior. “Maybe it somehow got linked to another hive or nest and is trying to get there.”

“So what, you’re gonna let it out?” Tommy asked, bristling a little at the idea.

Xisuma nodded again. “It’s probably the only way we could be sure. I can always breed up another if it leaves.”

The admin took out a silk touch pick and broke the glass. The bee flew out and the glass was replaced so the other bees that had not left the hive just yet wouldn't also escape. Instead of the bee trying to fly out of the base, it flew towards Tommy and hovered around him.

Tommy went rigid as the bee flew towards him. He was sure it would keep going, but instead it stuck around him. “What the fuck do you want then?” He asked the mob even though it couldn’t respond. “I don’t have any of those prissy flowers so bug off.”

But the bee didn’t listen. It seemed quite pleased to stick with him. Tommy nearly drew his sword to kill it, but he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to actually his the thing with what it represented to him. Plus Xisuma might get mad and it could break his farm. “Can you just help me get my stuff, maybe it’ll leave once we’re outside.”

Not knowing what else he could say, Xisuma agreed to that. He could tell that something about bees was a sore subject for Tommy. The way he stiffened up around them and also around him. It was part of why he was so surprised to see the boy.

After a bit of walking, Tommy reached the chest of his gear and equipped and stored everything in his inventory. The bee happily bopped up against him and once again Tommy thought about killing it. But instead he just started wandering home, the bee following right behind.

The following day, Xisuma showed up to check on Tommy. While he wasn’t please to see the admin, Tommy at least accepted the gift of a bee hive, especially after his apparent new pet bee would not stop bopping its head against him. Hopefully the hive would give it somewhere to live and it would stop.

Tommy thanked Xisuma for the gift before shoving him out the door, glad for the lack of resistance the admin gave. Then, turning back to the rest of the hobbit hole he moved into, Tommy plopped down the hive right in the middle of the room. “There. Go in there and stop bothering me.”

But the bee didn’t listen, it just kept bopping it’s little fuzzy head against Tommy. Angry now, Tommy grabbed the bee, held it eye level, and looked right into its eyes. “You’re going to stop annoying me and go in that hive, got it?! I’m sick of you flying around me!”

He then let the now trembling mob go and it flew into the new hive. Tommy almost felt regretful about yelling at it. Almost. Grumbling, he went over to his bed to rest now that there wasn’t much to keep him up. Tommy set down his gear nearby, and placed his closed compass on the bed.

With all this bee stuff, Tommy couldn’t help but look at the object. After hesitating for a few moments, he grabbed the item and opened the lid. Inside, the needle danced wildly, not sure how to point with its location in another dimension. Tommy gave a sad sigh and was about to close it again when the needle stopped spinning. It clearly pointed in one direction for a few seconds. Tommy’s eyes widened and he started to turn towards where the needle was trying to guide him, but then it went back to dancing about.

Tommy looked at it confused, before realizing it still might change again. Tubbo may have found a way here. He ran in the direction the needle had been pointing and tripped over the new hive he had placed, cursing as he hit the floor. He looked back up at it to hit it once or something, but the compass has steadied itself again, the needle pointing the other direction, right towards the hive.

[another-tmnt-writer]

Truth or Dare?

Raphael x Reader

Author: Admin Mo

Summary: When Mikey needs another actor for his film project, Raph gets roped into it. He didn’t, however, expect for his costar to be so cool.

Note: There are not NEARLY enough college au fics for the bayverse boys, so have this as my first contribution. <3

Warnings: Swears, mentions of drinking, plenty of fluff

Word Count: 3.9k

“Raph, PLEEEEEAAAASE!!!” Mikey folded his hands together, pleading. “We need actors for our project and our group members can’t be in it.”

Mikey, as part of his endeavor to explore every creative program at the university the turtles were currently attending, was taking a filmmaking class. And, as a part of that class, he and his fellow classmates were required to make short projects in order to learn the basics of filmmaking, from writing to directing to using the equipment to editing. As an added bonus because his professor was so especially cruel, none of the people in his group could appear in his project, and while they had managed to recruit some of their classmates to fill in the smaller roles, one of the main roles was still unclaimed.

Raph scoffed. “Mikey, you know I can’t act for shit.”

“You don’t have to actually be good at it!” He pleaded. “You should see some of the other projects. No one in the program is good at acting.”

Raph was quiet for a second, his large arms crossed in front of him, thinking. “How long is it gonna take?”

“Few hours.” Mikey shrugged. He raised an eyebrow. “And your costar is really, really hot.”

Raph sighed, disgruntled. “When?”

“YES! DUDE THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU WON’T REGRET IT!” Mikey ran and returned with a script and a schedule, shoving it into his older brother’s hands. “We film tomorrow!”

Raph’s eyes widened. “TOMORROW?!”

***

Raph went with Mikey to where the rest of his group was meeting to film their project. He hadn’t really had time to look at the script and Mikey assured him that they’d be filming in small enough chunks that he wouldn’t need to have very much memorized at a time. He also didn’t really know what kind of movie it was and he didn’t care; he just couldn’t wait until it was over.

A few minutes after they arrived, so did his costar. And god, he couldn’t stop staring. Mikey was right. God, why was Mikey always right?

“I am so sorry I’m late. The bus almost hit a pedestrian and it was a whole thing.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry about it!” Mikey waved off your concern. “This is my brother, Raph.”

“Nice to meet you, Raph. I’m (Y/N).” You introduced, a warm smile on your face.

Raph didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on him, but instead of the looks disdain he usually got, instead it seemed to be curiosity. Awe, even? Weird, he decided, but not unwelcome.

It was a long, awkward moment before he realized he’d better respond. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you too.”

“Um, you guys can get to know each other a little better. We’ve gotta get the equipment set up.” Mikey said, leaving the two of you on your own.

The filming location was a place you were very familiar with: the library. Particularly, in front of the cozy little coffee shop in the library.

“I didn’t really, uh, look at the script, but I’m guessing they needed a monster for a horror movie or something…” Raph flipped through the pages, skimming.

“It’s a rom com.” You corrected quietly. “I’m the main character. You’re the love interest.”

If Raph could physically blush, he was sure his cheeks would rival the color of his mask. “…Oh.”

“Is that alright?” You asked.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I just…” He chuckled to himself. “I ain’t ever acted in anything before, let alone anything romantic.”

“It’s not too much, I don’t think.” You reassured him. “I’m pretty sure the most they’ll have us do is awkwardly brush hands. It’s a coffee shop meet-cute.”

“Gotcha.” And while he was relieved, he was also a little…disappointed? Huh. Weird. “So, uh, what’s yer major?”

“I’m a film major. I’m in Mikey’s class and they needed actors, so I’m paying it forward in case I need someone in my project. What’s yours?”

“I’m undecided. Just, uh, taking some time to figure things out, you know. I never really had any…school experience before this.”

“That’s a lot to adjust to.”

“Yeah, it is. I’m getting used to it, though.”

“That’s good! If you need any help with anything, let me know. I’ve picked up a bunch of good tips and tricks.”

He chuckled. “I will, thanks.”

“Do you have snapchat?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“One second.” You fished your phone out of your bag and unlocked it, opening the app to your snapcode, which he scanned and added you. “There you go.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

Raph took some more time reading over the script to get the gist of the scene and you were right. Indeed, it was a rom com. Not his preferred genre, by any means, but maybe he’d warm up to it a bit over the course of the day.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Mikey called from over where they had the camera set up on the tripod. “Do you know how to white-balance this thing? Everything is orange for some reason. Which is a great color, but I’m sure Smith will dock us points for it.”

“Oh, I’ve got you.” You nodded. You looked up at Raph, your purse in hand. “Will you hold this for a second?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He nodded, holding out a giant three-fingered hand to take the bag from you. He watched you walk over to where the rest of the group was standing, crowded around the camera. You worked your magic, shuffling through the menu and helping adjust the camera correctly. Raph couldn’t stop staring. You looked so focused. So passionate. He could tell you really liked film and everything it entailed and he wished he could just find something he cared about as much as you cared about your major.

“Awesome.” He heard Mikey say, his eyes fixed on the camera’s screen. “Thanks!”

“Of course!” You walked back over to where Raph was and he handed you your bag back. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mikey walked over to the two of you.

“You guys ready? I think we’re good to start now.”

“All set.” You confirmed, giving him a thumbs-up, and Raph nodded.

***

Raph might have to reconsider his stance on this acting thing. Did he think he was all that good at it? No. But so long as he had you as a costar, he’d act willingly in any project Mikey (or you) needed him for. And at the end of the shoot, he ended up having a really good time. So much so that when you guys were all done, he was…sad. Like, really sad about it.

You parted ways. You weren’t in any of his classes, so Raph wasn’t really sure if he’d see you around that much. And he didn’t see you around…until a few weeks later.

He was at the library studying with his brothers at their favorite table when suddenly, his phone buzzed, a message from snapchat coming in. He looked at the notification, doing a double-take when he read your name there. And when he reached to answer it, he moved too fast and knocked his shell-shaped cell phone off of the table.

Shit.

He bent down to pick it up and when he opened the snapchat, he was surprised to see…the back of his shell? It was captioned: “I spy with my little eye…Something red and green 😉”

Immediately, he whipped around, and sure enough, nestled in a table by the windows was you, looking at him over the top of your laptop screen. You giggled when he spotted you, waving.

Raph nudged Mikey, who was sitting across from him and Mikey traced Raph’s eyeline to where you were, his face immediately lighting up.

“Oh! Hey (Y/N)!” Mikey waved. “You wanna sit with us?”

“Is that alright?”

“Hell yeah!” Mikey motioned you over. “The more the merrier! We can pull up a chair over here on the end.”

So, you gathered your stuff while the guys rearranged some things, putting you on the end of the table, right between Mikey and Raph. When you got over there, you noticed they were sitting with the other two giant mutated turtles on campus, who you had heard of, but hadn’t met yet.

“(Y/N), these are our brothers. Leo’s over there in the blue, our fearless leader. And this is Donatello, the one we go to for homework help.”

“Not tonight you aren’t. This paper is due at midnight and it is…” Donnie glanced down at the clock on his laptop and as soon as he did, he started typing impossibly faster. “Eleven thirty-seven. Do not look at me or breathe in my direction.”

“Noted.” Mikey nodded, a trace of fear in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). You’re in one of Mikey’s classes, right?”

“Yep! I’m in his film class.” You smiled, taking a sip of your iced coffee. “I got the pleasure of costarring with this one.” You nudged Raph lightly, causing him to smile the most genuine smile Mikey had ever seen on his older brother’s face.

Huh. Mikey took note, something devious stirring in the back of his mind. Interesting…

“What did you get on that, by the way?” You asked.

“We got an A! Well, Minus. But you know how Smith is.”

“Dude that’s awesome!” You bumped your fist against his. “Good job. I’m pretty sure my group got a B, but we’re not mad about it. C’s get degrees, as they say.”

“Cheers to that.” Leo chuckled.

“What are you working on today, Raph?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that sent his heart racing in a way he could not explain.

“I have a paper for my Writing 150 class.”

“Oof that sucks. Who do you have?”

“Trainor.”

“Ouch. She hated me.” You grimaced, shaking your head. “She found out I was bi and it was all over for me.”

“Did you report her? I’m pretty sure you can report her for that sort of thing.” Raph asked, trying not to get heated over it. He was pretty sure she didn’t like him very much either, but it was probably due to the fact that he was a giant green turtle. “That’s bullshit.”

“I’m in the process of that right now.” You nodded. “She’s a bitch. I don’t know if they’ll actually do anything about it though.”

“Keep me posted. I might file something too if she doesn’t stop glaring at me during class.” Raph grumbled. “It’s annoying.”

“That would be annoying. Her beady little eyes glaring at you for two agonizing hours of ‘This is how to correctly use a comma’.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. It is.”

You glanced at your phone, which buzzed with a text from one of your roommates. “Oh! Uh, do you guys have any plans this weekend?”

“Nope. Why?” Mikey asked, curiosity seeping into his voice.

“My roommate is throwing a party, if you guys wanna come. It’ll be pretty chill. Drinks, pizza, some music.”

“Oh hell yes.” Mikey nodded. He looked at Leo. “Leo, can we?”

“I don’t see why not.” Leo shrugged. “Sounds like a good time.”

“Is there a dress code?” Mikey asked. Now that he was finally allowed to socialize, he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Nope. Just casual. Come as you are.”

“Do you need us to bring anything?”

“If you guys have a drink of choice, bring that, I guess, but otherwise, my roommate’s boyfriend works at a pizza place, so we get a pretty good discount and we have literally so much wine.”

“That’s amazing.” Mikey nodded, making a mental note to look into jobs at a pizza place later.

“We’ll bring a veggie tray.” Donnie said, his fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop until finally, he stopped. “I finished, by the way.”

“Good job, dude!” Mikey gave him a thumbs up. “You wanna write mine next?”

“Ha.” Donnie stared at him. “Funny.”

“What’s your paper on, Raph? Maybe I can help.”

Raph turned his laptop towards you. “We have to write it about like growing up. You can, uh, read it if you want. I don’t mind. I’m kinda stuck right now anyway.”

“Okay.” You agreed, switching his laptop for yours. You winked. “Trade ya.”

“What are you writing about?” He asked, scrolling to the top of your document.

“Women in Film.” You shot finger guns at him. “I’m about to make some Film Bois REALLLL mad.”

“Roast ‘em, (Y/N).” Mikey laughed, knowing all too well exactly which film boys you were talking about. He was not a fan.

“That’s the plan.” You chuckled and then started reading over Raph’s paper. You had known before meeting them that they hadn’t exactly had the best childhood, but…wow was it eye-opening reading the experience from his eyes. “Holy shit.”

“That bad?” He joked, trying to read your expression.

“No, it’s…Raph, this is really good, but wow. You guys went through a lot, huh?”

“Yeah…” He shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad, but it sure wasn’t normal by any means.”

“Mmm…” You nodded, looking up at him. “I mean, normal is kinda overrated.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad ya think so. Not many people do.”

You shrugged, smiling softly. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not like many people.”

***

“(Y/N), this place is as clean as it’s gonna get. It’s a party. It’ll be messed up in,” your roommate, Haley, glanced down at her watch, “like twenty minutes.”

“I know, I just…I’m nervous. These guys are basically superheroes. I want to make a good impression.”

“Fair point.”

You swept the kitchen floor and got out the cutest paper plates you had in the cupboard as well as some solo cups and plastic wine glasses. If you could avoid broken glass today, that was probably the move.

The doorbell buzzed and your heart raced, but it was just your other roommate’s boyfriend with the pizza.

“Is Darcy here?” He asked.

“She’s upstairs getting ready, you explained, helping him get the pizza and breadsticks and everything set up on the counter. He’d also brought a few two-liters of Pepsi, which was good. You put it next to the giant jug of fruit punch you’d bought at the grocery store. It was important to make sure your non-drinking friends had something to drink, too.

A few minutes after, guests started arriving. Darcy came downstairs and started up her iconic party playlist. Your neighbors popped in. It was easier to invite them and let them have a good time with you than have them call security on you guys for throwing a party, even if it was the weekend and it was only nine.

You turned off the lamps in the living room and instead set your strip lights to party mode, causing them to cycle through a bunch of colors in time with the music. It was then that the doorbell rang again and you rushed to the mirror to check yourself once more. You adjusted your hair, straightened out your top, and checked your teeth for food. Nope, you were good.

So, with the rest of the hosts distracted, you opened the door. On the other side of it were four tall, green gentlemen, one of them carrying a veggie tray.

“Hey guys, come on in!”

You moved out of the way so they could step inside.

Mikey’s eyes widened, looking into the living room full of dancing college kids. “Woahhhhh this is awesome!”

“Glad you think so.” You laughed. “There’s food and drinks in here, the bathroom is in the hallway, and everyone else seems to be either in the living room or the back yard.”

“Where do you want this veggie tray?” Donnie asked.

“Thank you so much for bringing this, by the way! You can set it over by the pizza boxes. I can get a spoon for the dip.” You said, walking towards the silverware drawer and producing a spoon while Donnie popped the lid off of the plastic serving tray and opened up the dip. You handed him the spoon.

The guys were each sporting their signature color, but they were wearing clothes you hadn’t seen them in before. Usually, Raph liked to wear a large gray hoodie, but today, he was sporting a black t-shirt and an impossibly large red flannel with some jeans. It looked good on him. Like, really good.

Apparently, he was thinking the same thing, because as soon as you were free, he walked up to you and nudged you gently. “You look really good.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth and you wished you could blame it on wine, but you hadn’t even had a sip yet. “Thanks. You clean up pretty nice yourself.”

Had you worn a red top on purpose? Yes, absolutely. Would you admit to it, though? No, definitely not.

But Mikey noticed. Oh, Mikey noticed everything. And he couldn’t help but think that you and his older brother would make quite the couple. Maybe there was something he could do to just…give it a little push.

***

The time came later, when the party was finally starting to wind down. Some people had left. Your neighbors had gone home, and you’d switched the strip lights to a light, warm color. You’d also switched the upbeat party playlist for something chill to play in the background. The remaining partygoers were all settled in a circle in the living room, eating whatever pizza was left, sipping on box wine, and playing a game of truth or dare.

“Haley, truth or dare?” Darcy challenged.

“Truth.”

“Okay…Fuck, Marry, Kill: Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and…..Chris Pine.”

“DAMN.” She cursed. “You can’t do that to me. Shit. Uh…Fuck Chris…Hemsworth. Marry Chris…Pine? And—”

“Don’t you do it!” You warned.

“Kill Chris Evans.”

“Noooooooooo!” You whined, taking a sip of your drink. The rest of the group laughed. “Poor Captain America.”

“Rest in pieces, Cap.” She agreed, shaking her head. “Okay…Mikey, truth or dare.”

“Dare.” Mikey answered quickly. He always picked dare, so in the fifth round of the game, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“I dare you…to take a shot of straight lemon juice.”

“Easy peasy.” Mikey scoffed, pouring himself a shot and downing it.

You watched as his face contorted at the sour, sour taste. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at that.

“Good job, Mikey.” Donnie laughed, dipping a piece of broccoli in dip before popping it into his mouth.

“Taking it like a champ.” Leo added, nodding.

“Alright, my turn?” Mikey asked, looking around the circle for his victim, pretending he hadn’t been planning this since round one. “(Y/N). Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a second. How easy it would be to just choose truth again, but for some reason, you were feeling a little brave, so instead, you picked, “Dare.”

“Oooooooh,” the circle said, all of them a little surprised by that choice.

“Okay. Alright.” Mikey rubbed his hands together mischievously. All according to plan. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

“OOOOOOOHHHH!” The circle all stared at you and you thought for a second, a smirk settling on your features.

“Oh that’s easy.” You got up and crossed the circle until you were standing in front of Raph. Even sitting down, he was almost your height. “Think I could get a kiss?”

Raph stared up at you, shocked, waiting for you to say Sike! HAHA! Did you actually think I thought you were hot?! Loser!

But you never did, instead looking down at him with sincerity, patience. Were you a little…nervous, even?

“Why me?” He whispered, his eyes fixed on you. There were plenty of good-looking human guys still there, and yet you were certain. Unwavering. Then, louder, he asked, his heart absolutely fighting to get out of his chest, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You nodded, starting to lean closer. Once you were most of the way in, you let him meet you in the middle, your soft human lips meeting his, which were, you had to admit, way softer than you thought they would be.

Raphael kissed you like you were made of glass, like if he moved too fast, you would shatter. It was his first kiss, after all, and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

When it finally ended, you walked back to your seat in the circle, your cheeks rosy, heart racing. Haley gave you a nudge and you giggled, your stomach filled with butterflies. The rest of the game went along with little fanfare, and once everyone was tired enough, the apartment cleared out even more, leaving just your roommates, Darcy’s boyfriend, and the turtles, who insisted on helping clean everything up. Well, it had been Leo’s idea, but the rest had agreed to stick around to help.

You volunteered to go out into the backyard to pick up all of the stray solo cups and White Claw cans. You hated litter. You worked out there alone for a bit. As you bent down to pick up the last can you heard the signature screech of the sliding door opening.

Raph squeezed through the narrow doorway, cursing his shell for making him so damn wide.

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Your voice was almost swallowed up by the sounds of the choir of crickets outside.

“Hey.” He closed the sliding door. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, tying off the trash bag you were using to collect garbage. “How was your first college party?”

“It was great. Really, really great.” He said, taking slow steps through the grass towards you. “Um…I…did you mean what you said? Earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you…was I really…” he laughed at the absurdity of it. “You think I’m hot?”

“I do.” You nodded. “Of course I do.”

“I’m sorry if I find that a little hard to believe.” He shook his head, stopping right in front of you. When he was standing in front of you like this, he was remined of just how big he was compared to you, just how much he towered over you. Just how different you were. “I’m just used to the opposite reaction.”

“Believe it.” You reached forward and took his hand in yours, gripping one of his giant green fingers.

“I’m trying to.” He chuckled and fiddled with your little hand, nervous. “You know, uh…that was my first kiss in there. I wasn’t too awful, was I?”

“I didn’t mean to steal your first one.” You laughed softly. “Sorry. But to answer your question, I thought it was perfect.”

“That’s a relief.” He was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Uh…If it’s alright with ya…I’d like to give you my second kiss, too.”

Instead of answering, you took another step closer, looking up, up, up into his piercing green eyes. “You’re gonna have to come down here; I can’t reach.”

He laughed. “Right.” Raph craned his neck down, one of his large hands tilting your face up towards his so he could meet you in the middle for another perfect kiss.

***

“What are you doing?” Leo asked Mikey, who was peering through the blinds into the back yard of the apartment.

Mikey only grinned proudly, nodding to himself. “Works every time…”

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Hello! Your answer to that last request absolutely ruined me (in the best way possible)

If you'd like to leave it completely ambiguous that's fine, but I was wondering about an Impulse POV of what goes through his mind when he wakes up and sees Tango? Depending on whether the game ends immediately after that, whether him and Brody have to do something extra to end the game, or if you want to go full bad ending and have the game carry on in that broken state forever.... It could be very different each way, but I'd certainly love to read that aftermath if you would enjoy writing it (because obviously I'm not in enough pain already :D /s)

this is a sequel to this one :D very glad that two of my favourite requesters liked it enough to ask for a follow up!

I also love my Patented Vaunna Uncertain Endings (as Shade put it lol) bc it leads to at least one person yelling at me and at least one follow-up request demanding to know what happens (/pos ofc i love all you guys’ requests)

also yes i’m so sorry Raven i only just realised i wasnt following you asdfghjkl i thought i already was

…

Impulse opens his eyes. Letting out a groan, he sluggishly pushes himself into a sitting position. His head feels like it’s being clamped in a vice, but he has enough wits to register the scene in front of him.

Tango is lying in a pool of blood just a foot away from him, arm outstretched towards him as if trying to reach him.

He can’t stop staring at his best friend’s body. Tango is clearly dead, and Impulse remembers causing it. So why hasn’t the game ended? It should have ended when Brody killed Endless, but it didn’t. Now the only two people left on the ship are the two imposters. There’s literally nothing else that can be done to end the game, except…

Impulse glances down at Tango’s tablet, then at the upload panel. At this point, he’ll do anything to end this game, even if it means losing.

So he picks up Tango’s tablet, ignoring the almost painful tingle shooting through his hand. The game’s code is uncomfortable with him picking up a crewmate’s tablet. And even though he can’t see the screen, he knows what the last task is. So he hopes that the game will let him complete it. There shouldn’t be any protocols in place to stop this; after all, when would an imposter EVER want to do a crewmate’s task?

“What are you-?” comes Brody’s voice suddenly.

Impulse turns to find Brody freezing at the sight of Tango’s body.

“We’re the only two left,” Impulse confirms. “We gotta finish the last task, even if it means we lose. Otherwise we might be trapped here forever.”

Brody slowly nods. He and Impulse are in an odd state; the imposter bloodlust is slowly starting to wear off, leaving him with an uncomfortable mixture of satisfaction and horror at the sight of his old friend’s dead body.

“I think I might throw up,” he groans, turning away and doubling over, hands pressed to his stomach.

Impulse just keeps going with the task, his heart starting to beat faster. He hopes this will work. If it doesn’t…

...he can’t think about that.

As the upload finishes, he squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath.

He feels something shift around him…

…and when he opens his eyes, he finds himself back in the lobby.

But only one other person is there with him.

Impulse and Brody slowly look around the room, registering their situation, before simultaneously meeting each other’s gaze.

“This is really bad,” says Brody after a moment, stating aloud what they’re both thinking.

Impulse nods, trying and failing to suppress the feeling of cold terror rapidly growing in his stomach. “Y-Yeah. Where are our friends and why aren’t they here?”

Recalling Etho teaching him how to access the code, Brody pulls up the admin screen. Impulse anxiously watches him tap away at it.

“Is it possible to go back to that exact game?” he asks hesitantly.

“I think so. Gimme a sec.”

After a tense few minutes, an open doorway appears in the side of the lobby. Through it, Impulse can see the Skeld cafeteria.

“I’ve altered your code slightly so you should be able to see and hear ghosts,” Brody says. “Go see if you can find out where our friends are. I’ll stay here and make sure you don’t get trapped there.”

Impulse takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Good luck, my friend.”

“I’m gonna need it.”

Impulse carefully steps through the door, half expecting it to vanish behind him. But to his relief, it doesn’t.

Where the heck is he supposed to start?

After a moment, Impulse goes into admin. But the admin table tells him nothing except his own location. Next, he rushes over to security. Again, however, the cameras yield nothing useful.

Time for Plan C.

“SKIIIIIIIIIZZ!” Impulse shrieks, running madly through the hallways. “TANGOOOO! ETHOOOOOOOOOO!”

For a worrying minute or so, there’s no replies at all.

Then…

“Impulse!”

He skids to a halt in the hallway between weapons and shields, his head automatically snapping round to face the direction he heard the voice yell his name from.

That’s when he sees two ghosts flying towards him from navigation. “Tango! Etho!”

“Impulse, you can see us?!” yelps Tango. “And hear us?!”

Impulse nods. “Yeah! Oh my gosh, a-are you two okay? I’m so sorry!”

“This isn’t your fault, Impulse,” Etho says firmly. “You were just playing the game. And don’t worry, I’ve managed to save everyone else.”

“What?” Impulse’s heart skips a beat. “How?”

“I was able to access their code and send them back to their respective servers. Skizzle, Joker, Astro, Mrs Tango, Endless, and Evil are all safe.”

“Oh, thank God,” breathes Impulse. “What about you two?”

“I couldn’t manage to access Hermitcraft’s code,” Etho responds. “So I couldn’t send us back there. I think it’s something to do with the firewalls X put up a few years ago.”

“Damnit. What’s going on, Etho? Why’re there so many glitches?”

“I don’t know. But if we get out of this alive, we should definitely give this game a break for a while until it’s fixed.”

“I’ll second that,” Tango mutters. “But wait, how did you get here?”

“Brody managed to open a door here from the lobby. Oh, wait! Maybe you can come through it with me!”

He takes the ghosts to the cafeteria, where the doorway to the lobby is still shimmering.

“Brody, I found Tango and Etho,” Impulse reports to his friend. “Everyone else is safe. Can they come through the doorway?”

Brody hesitates. “They should be able to. Come through first, quickly.”

Impulse goes through the door again and turns back to face his friends.

“Will it be safe for us to come through in ghost form?” Tango asks nervously.

“Ah…” Brody grimaces. “It should be fine.”

Tango is not encouraged by his friend’s tone. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not,” admits Brody. “The likelihood that the game will either glitch or not let you through and delete you forever is worryingly high, but… I think this is the only way. If we don’t give it a go, you’ll be stuck in this weird purgatory forever.”

Tango shoots a glance at Etho, who’s gazing at the doorway anxiously, and makes a quick decision. “I’ll try it first. Then you’ll know if it’s safe for Etho or not.”

“What?” Etho glances sharply at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. 100%. I’m terrified outta my mind right now, but there’s no way I’m watching you go through that thing and disappear forever. No way in hell.”

Not daring to meet Etho’s eyes, Tango turns to the doorway and takes a deep breath.

“Tango, wait.”

Tango pauses and turns back to his friend. “Yeah?”

After a moment, Etho grabs him in a hug. “If we never see each other again, I want you to know that I’ve cherished every second with you and I’m honoured to call you my friend.”

Tango blinks, a lump rising in his throat. “D-Don’t. You’re gonna make me cry.” But he hugs his friend back. “I love you, buddy.”

Finally, he releases Etho and turns to look at Impulse through the doorway. Their gazes meet and Tango sees his own fear reflected in Impulse’s eyes.

“See you on the other side,” he says, his voice cracking audibly. “One way or another.”

With that, he steps through the doorway.

[thespoonisvictory]

this one’s for any east coast people up this late and the one person asked me to post it <3

____

The door slammed shut.

"What the fuck was that?"

Long strides, boots slamming against the marble floor, blue capes stretched out behind them.

"No, I'm serious. What the fuck just happened?"

His voice resonated throughout the high ceilings, through the halls. If there was any staff near by, they were about to witness a show.

"Technoblade. Phil." Wilbur's voice took on a pleading edge, trying desperately to catch up with the pair as they strode away. "Please. Just tell me what's going on."

But still, they remained silent, and a burst of rage shot through him. "Ok then. You're going to have to walk a hell of a lot faster if you want to outrun me.” He felt nauseous. “You better be chugging speed fucking III if you want to get away now."

His head hurt, and he dimly remembered that he had never gotten the chance to eat breakfast before being interrupted.

He'd barely had time to get dressed, actually; not five minutes after he'd finished brushing his hair had the message arrived.

"Every fucking district leader. Server admins, for God's sake." Wilbur called after them, to no avail. "A little warning would've been nice before you ruined everything I've been working towards.

"How could you possibly be so stupid, to do what you just did? Really. Tell me."

At this, Techno whirled around, pink braid slicing the air. He stopped dead in his tracks, and for the first moment in a long time, Wilbur was afraid of him. He hadn't expected his provoking to work, if he was honest. Nothing else had.

"We did what had to be done, Wilbur. It was necessary." 

Besides him, Phil had stopped too, but his back remained turned. Good.

Wilbur took a step forward, running a shaky hand through his hair. "Necessary? In what world was that necessary?"

Techno scoffed, throwing a hand out in an exaggerated gesture. "You heard the reports. Riots, Wilbur. People in the streets. It was gettin' dangerous, and we didn't want a coup on our hands."

"Unbelievable." He dragged a hand over his face. "I can't believe that the brave Technoblade allowed himself to drag an entire country down because he was afraid of some hungry citizens."

"What would you suggest we did, then? Wait until they had toppled the thrones and burnt our buildings to react? Huh?" 

Another step forward. "I don't know! But you never gave me the chance to figure it out, did you? We could've talked to the leaders, figured something out." Wilbur prayed his voice wouldn't leave him now, doing his best to keep it together.

"The same ones that would put a knife in our backs if given the chance?" Techno shot back.

Wilbur laughed, exasperated. "I was working on that! And we were getting somewhere until you decided to ruin it all."

"Please."

Techno went to turn around. He yelled after him.

"If Niki were here she'd agree with me. She'd-"

"Well Niki's not here, is she?" Techno stopped again, an eyebrow raised. "If she were, maybe you wouldn't be acting like this." He mocked.

"Oh ho ho, don't you fucking dare, Technoblade." Yet another step, and they were eye to eye, only a few feet apart. "You don't get to joke about this."

About his life, crumbling before him. Months, years even, of work, sunk into the ground. Just the thought of all the letters he'd be writing trying to salvage this mess, made his heart ache.

He wanted, to laugh, or cry maybe. This close to Techno, he was considering throwing a punch.

But as he raised his arm to do so, only half convinced he would do anything at all, another hand caught it.

Phil, glaring at Wilbur, his grip firm and nothing like the paternal touch he was so familiar with. "You know you won't win that fight, mate."

His features hardened, the blond hair Wilbur always wished he shared hanging into his face in strands. He looked every part the warrior who had commanded troops without his knowledge, but with this came the knowing that he also looked like one of his family.

None of it felt real, not when they had been laughing over drinks just last night. Had they known then? Had they prided themselves on just how easily he had fallen for their relaxed demeanor? 

"I don't particularly care at the moment, Philza." He said, hoping the full name would hurt how he wanted it to.

Seemingly, it did, because Phil released his arm, eyes widened. 

"C'mon Techno, let's go."

Before Wilbur could respond, they were walking again, turning the corner in sync.

He yelled one last time. "The people are going to want a trial!" 

But all he received was the echo of his own voice.

[ask-purpled-and-blued]

Origins

He tried not to scream. Though he really wanted to.

When he got invited to this server, the main appeal was the powers he’d get.

He was thinking maybe the star one or he’d join Tubbo as a bee. They could vibe as a hive.

He wasn’t expecting to spawn in with one. The one no one else picked.

(—This one’s got Purpled being more than a little upset. Vague description of him dissociating and he’s just generally distressed for a lot of this one. Mind the post’s tags and reply if it needs more.—)

He wanted to screech and yowl and hiss at this bullshit. He wasn’t gonna stand for this.

Purpled: WILBUR

Tubbo: purpled!! :D

Purpled: WILBUR FUCKING SOOT GET YOUR ASS TO SPAWN RIGHT NOW

Smajor1995: oop

—

Wilbur was laughing.

His server had glitched Purpled’s origin and Wilbur had the audacity to laugh.

Wilbur’s server was about to be razed to the ground by an angry feline bedwars boy and he was laughing.

Purpled swing at him, growling when Wilbur just sunk into the ground. Flexing on him.

“Just fix it! I’ll take anything else, just change it before someone else sees me.”

Wilbur’s face popped up out of the ground to respond.

“Alright alright, sorry for taking the mick but-“

“Don’t even care, just do your weird admin shit.”

Wilbur’s torso piped out of the ground as he propped himself up and pulled up an admin screen. Purpled sat watching from his clump of long grass, peeking out towards where he could see signs of civilization.

He’d prefer to do this somewhere less risky, but he’d rather someone catch a glimpse and then see him swap than him not being able to-

“That’s odd.”

Purpled felt his stupid ears flick towards Wilbur even before he turned.

Wilbur was sitting on the grass now, several screens open as he copied and pasted something into an altered chat screen.

Purpled shouldn’t have, but he left the safety of his grass to have a look at what Wilbur was doing.

/origin set Purpled origins:shulker

[Could not replace “origin:feline” with “origin:shulker”.]

[”origin:shulker” is currently assigned to another player.]

No.

No no no no no no n o.

“You can’t change it?!”

He doesn’t care that he just screeched right in Wilbur’s ear, he’s fucking panicking.

“We can try an origin orb-“

“Do that!! Do it quick!”

Ranboo joined the game.

ItsFundy joined the game.

Oh, dragons above.

Please no.

He dove back into the grass like a fireball had been shot, desperate to make himself small and hard to spot.

He ran a hand through his hair but that just reminded him of his stupid fucking cat ears.

Not like this. Not like this.

He didn’t even look up when Wilbur passed him a round thing, just cling to it like a lifeline.

Hoping, wishing, praying-

“Is it working?”

Wailing.

“Wilbur, Wilbur I’m just gonna go home.”

He didn’t wanna see the look on Wilbur’s face, pulled up his menu and prepared to warp to Hypixel and repress this moment for the rest of his life-

“Purpled?”

He froze, even his unwanted features not daring to twitch in the hopes that he’d heard wrong.

That fucking Fundy wasn’t looking at him like Christmas came early.

“Fundy-“ Wilbur tried.

Fundy didn’t get the chance. Purpled fucking bolted out of the grass, across the clearing, and into the deeper woods.

—

He didn’t stop running, not even to sate a hunger that wasn’t there out of habit. Not even when he dropped to all fours to go faster.

Not even slowing when faced with ravines with drops that could drop him, the little caution towards heights basically gone.

He sprinted and jumped and dropped for thousands of blocks.

He finally stopped at the base of a mountain that was too steep even for him to jump. His claws not even scraping the stone.

He laid there, a boneless lump of despair at the base of a mountain in the middle of nowhere at sunset. Reflecting.

Then actively not thinking as he got up and started walking back.

—

He felt hollow. So carefully and intentionally empty of feeling as he walked around ravines and took the long way to avoid going into rivers and lakes.

If he didn’t think, he didn’t have to live it.

One step, another, another.

Crack a zombie’s skull against a tree, steal its carrots, and keep walking.

One step, another, another.

Pass by the distant torchlight of a village, moving further into the shadows to keep from being seen. Keep walking.

One step, another, one more.

Walk around the creeper and-

Wait what.

Purpled stumbles backwards in a conditioned response and throws himself behind a tree in the hopes that it will absorb the blast.

He waits, body tense and fur puffed up and heart racing. Waits for the hiss.

It never comes.

He knows he should count his blessing and just hoof it, but he can’t help it. He looks.

The creeper is stumbling away from the clearing and into the woods at a pace he rarely sees them move at.

He can’t help it, he follows.

He keeps his distance in case it turns around and decides it does wanna blow up, but every time it glances back it just tries to shuffle away faster.

Interesting.

He stops following.

And starts a chase.

—

There were several reasons why he hated this origin.

He didn’t choose it, it would ruin his image, and he generally just didn���t vibe with it.

That being said, it had its perks.

Sitting on a trembling and terrified creeper, adrenaline pumping and heart racing from the thrill of successful hunt and being so close to such a dangerous mob, he could see the appeal.

There was also the agility. He didn’t appreciate it as much when he was hauling ass from spawn, but on the way back he had time to play around a bit and test his limits.

Falling into the ravine had been startling, but the rush of emotions when he realized he’d landed entirely unharmed was something he was still unpacking.

It was as he tried climbing and mining his way out of that ravine that he realized the stone issue. Another reason to hate it.

But being able to see near perfectly at night and in the caves he used to find his way out was comforting and familiar in how it reminded him of his fullbright.

His hearing was sharper, his situational awareness increasing so much.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be to live with.

But he knew living with other people would be the problem.

—

And he hated being right.

First person to see him was Wilbur who apologized and promised he’d get it sorted.

Second person was Sneeg, who called him a fucking furry.

...

Purpled is gonna do so many crimes.

Purpled is gonna ally with Fundy and they’re gonna lowkey grief the fuck out of everyone else with creepers and thieving little paws.

Fundy until he gets respect and lots of shiny things.

Purpled until Wilbur can save his SMP by making him a shulker boy.

Until then, they’re criminals and partners.

What happens on this SMP stays on this SMP is their rule.

[seijohwhores]

maybe i'm just a dom but i headcannon Kenma as a sub sub (he's a pillow prince let's be real) so could i please get sub!kenma with a mommy kink (and pegging if you feel like it) feel free to ignore and take as long as you need to :)

Thank u for the request :p

Yes, Kenma is definitely a pillow prince!

I just played volleyball with some friends and I'm done, but I really wanted to make the request now, so enjoy :3

-Admin Oikawa ( and a bit Iwazumi ;) )

Pairing: Kenma x f!reader

Pegging, Mommy kink, Dom! Reader, Smut

Wordcount: 1,2k

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It was summer break so Kenma and you decided to spend a few days together at his place. Your parents knew his parents very well, and went on a holiday together which meant you two got the house for yourself. A week already passed in which you played video games, watched movies and cooked together. But you didn´t do THE do with him, on purpose because you had something in mind that you wanted to try. Even though Kenma's Libido isn´t the highest, he began to feel restless, and more needy than usual. With you, being around him 24/7 he couldn't resist you longer and that showed. 

As you both were cuddling in the evening while a movie played on the TV, he kissed your neck and cheeks. You exactly knew what was up because normally he wouldn't be that kissy while cuddling.

 ”Mommy”, Kenma whispered needy, as he grinded against you more, 

„Please let's do it“. He was flushed red and you noticed his half hard member. Your idea came back into your mind and you smiled and looked down at him. 

„Ok, let Mommy take care of you I wanna try something different today. I promise you it will feel good.” you seductively said. Kenma just noded and kissed your lips. Slowly more and more clothes flew around the room, until you two were completely naked. Kenma layed between all the pillows while you bent over him, spoiled a little, with kisses all over his body. Every now and then he whimpered to himself or moaned a little "Mommy" out. When you reached his member, you took him gently in your hand to go up and down the length with your hand, while your mouth its tip edited.

"Shiiit- Mommy, pleaseeee, I need you!" he moaned now, while he moved his hips forward, hoping to get more pleasure. Slowly you straightened up again to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, the full one was spit.,, So needy my little boy huh? You will like my idea for sure. "You said with an evil grin.

With a hand signal you showed him that he should wait a moment so that you could get your idea. You hoped he'll like it.

When you found the things and just stood in front of the door to prepare everything, you shouted:"Kenma, please close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you." Since he said nothing, you assumed that he would please. You slowly entered the room, right in front of the large bed He was lying there with his eyes closed and a cock that wasn't really relaxed."Okay, you can open it." You informed him in a soft voice. His eyes were immediately on you, and what was about you."W-What is this?" He pointed on it while he blushed. With one hand stumped on your hip while the other pointed down at the object that was attached to you.

“Oh that? I think you know that. A strip on dildo. I thought you'd like that, of course only if you want to.“ With an uncertain smile, you watched every move and facial features from him, looking for denial or rejection, but all he did was give a slight nod. You took this as a "go". So you slowly crawled up to the bed and then pushed him back into the mattress with his back, and pushing his legs apart. He watched every movement of yours, because even if he trusted you, he was still unsure whether it was really a good idea.

"Relax, I'll take care of you." With that you got a little lubricant from a drawer which you put in there beforehand. You knew from the start that he probably wouldn't be able to do it without it. You spread it on your fingers and his anus. With two fingers they slowly edged his asshole, to give him a little feel for what was coming. With the help of the lubricant, one of your fingers slipped into the hole to slowly get in and out. At first, Kenma gave you a very critical look, but when you let in a second finger, his serious expression turned into one of lust distorted. To give him a little more, you took his member in your other hand, to follow the same speed as you did at his hole. But none of this left you unimpressed either. Your pussy was getting wetter and wetter, but you had decided to concentrate on him today.

"Mommy! Argh- ” A little chuckle escaped you. With renewed enthusiasm, you began to move your fingers like scissors in his hole. He also responded with loud moans. With that you knew that you could slowly start with the actual game. You smeared more lube on the buckle dildo, and distribute it well. It was a strange feeling to wear something like that, but for Kenma, you would do anything. He helped you through many difficult times. Slowly you position yourself in front of him to have your hands on the back of his knees, to spread his legs further.

"Are you ready?" You whispered softly.

"Do it." He answered in a semi-firm voice. And one quick movement you submerged yourself in him. A scream escaped him, but not from pain, rather from that strange and yet wonderful feeling of being so filled.

"Mo-mmy, this feels so good!" He moaned while you pounded into him.

,,Yeah? Does my boy, feels good, while his girlfriend is fucking him?“ Your pace slowed, to lean over him, to hold his face in your hands and whisper on his lips, "Everything for you", so you connected your lips to a deep, deep kiss. You devoured his moans with the kiss and noticed how close he was. While you loosen up, you took his cock in hand with one hand to bring him to climax. Your speed got faster and faster. -In both places.

,,Come on baby boy, cum for me. Show me how much you like this.“ He moaned even more to this. His hands clenched around the white bedsheet, so his knuckles turned white, while his eyes were closed and his breath unsteady.

"I- Think I‘m co- AH!“, he couldn't even finish his sentence because white stripes were already shooting out of his member. His moans decreased to a whimper, and his whole body moved up and down from his rapid breathing.

Slowly you gamble yourself out of it, to take off the buckle up dildo, and throw it next to the bed. When you tried to lie down next to the exhausted Kenma, his words stopped you.

,,Wait! You haven’t... - you haven't even come yet.“

,,Today, it was about you Kenma, don't worry, we can make up for that.“ With a wink you let the blanket fall over you two, and then snuggled together.

"Mommy?" He whispered. Your eyes were closed because the whole thing made you kind of tired too. "Can we do that again sometime?"

"All for you baby boy." You mumbled while you snuggled closer to him. After some time, you two falled asleep together.

[noir0neko]

preview: spellbound- kth

Curses can be blessings in disguise. 

genre: wizard!taehyung + enemies to lovers!au | preview | 1.5k words

A/N: As requested, here is the preview for the Howl’s Moving Castle AU with Taehyung as Howl. The fic will also include other members playing different characters, like Hobi as Markl, Yoongi as Calcifer, Jin as the young prince and more! You don’t need to have read/seen Howl’s Moving Castle to understand the fic, so I hope everyone can enjoy some wizard Tae. Send your thoughts!

His hair is almost brown, shimmering and shining in the high afternoon sunlight like burnt gold brushing against his forehead. Stunning against the dark fans of his lashes are impossibly bright blue eyes, clear and shining, lapis lazuli gems roaming over the guards behind you with a hint of disdain. His skin is pale, nearly alabaster white, and yet his cheeks have slight color to them, as if he has been standing in the sun for far too long.

“Sorry I kept you waiting, darling,” the stranger says, putting his hands around your waist to pull you against his side. You are dwarfed by his height, the heat of his skin branding you.

You open your mouth, then close it, unsure of what to say, of what you can say.

“We were just keeping her company,” one of the soldiers purrs.

“I doubt that.” The stranger responds with a deep and melodic voice.

The dark haired soldier parts his lips to respond, but before he can, the stranger snaps his fingers. As if in response, the soldiers straighten up and with a wave of the stranger’s hands, they are waddling off in the opposite direction, grunting and teetering on their feet.

A wizard. You think, blood rushing through your ears.

But they are supposed to stay in the Wastes, miles beyond the boundary of your town. The Wastes are for all of the wizards and witches of the land, where they can practice magic and aid the king without interrupting or endangering the everyday villagers. Each town only has one magic shop in it, where a witch or wizard makes potions and ailments for the sick or unwell. But you have never seen this man. And although you have never considered yourself to be the most observant, especially when you want to go unnoticed in the main square, you’re fairly confident you would have noticed this man before if he does reside here. If not because of his striking features, but because all of the men and women would have crowded to fawn over him.

“I hope they didn’t give you too much trouble,” he turns to you.

His clothes are perfectly clean and smooth, a white undershirt untied at his chest to reveal lightly freckled skin. And to show off the teardrop necklace at his throat, glistening in the light, the color bright blue like his eyes. His overcoat is gray and pink checkers, lined with fine yellow silk, but his hands are out of the sleeves and by his sides, shirt cuffed and billowing at the wrists. His pants are a dark blue, almost black with shined shoes that scream wealth and ability. You can see the lines of muscle and the lean cut of his body from his clothes, trying to ignore the curiosity that he piques. But the smile that comes to his face sends a feeling through you that you can’t describe. Like butterflies and sparkly things that only your sister ever cared to think of. Your sister. You need to get to her, she will be worried if you show up late.

“It was no trouble,” you sputter. “Thank you.”

The man takes your hand in his, placing it on his elbow as he starts to walk.

“I don’t need an escort,” you begin, “despite what just happened.”

“Maybe I do,” the stranger gives you a mischievous smile. “Don’t be alarmed, but I am being followed.”

You inhale softly, spine snapping erect and eyes going wide. Followed? Possibly by another wizard or witch? So many of them in the town would only bring bad tidings. Though this man didn’t seem particularly evil, there are tales of bewitchment and entrancement in the Wastes. Where poor young women wander too far into the fields and are never to be seen again, their hearts taken or their hair burned or their skin peeled to fuel the warlocks’ desires for power.

The strangers turns you sharply down an even tighter alley and you don’t dare look behind you as you swear you hear a loud slapping sound on the wall, like bodies crashing into one another. Your breathing quickens, heart racing. You bet the stranger can hear it, pounding wildly in your chest like a drum, like a symphony, like the sound of power in his ears-

You gasp loudly as a group of black, amorphous creatures turn from the corner above, their bodies meshing and joining together. Their noses are large and bulbous, faces with no eyes flowing into dark bodies, with long, dragging limbs like jelly. Looking around, there is only stone on either side of you, the squishing sound of the creatures drowning out any sensible thought. The stranger next to you tenses but keeps walking and closes his eyes, as if accepting the inevitable defeat.

Thoughts race around in your mind, jumping and clouding one another. You shouldn’t have taken this short cut today. You shouldn’t have tried to avoid the bustle of the main square. You shouldn’t have left as late as you did. You shouldn’t have agreed to meet with your sister today, you didn’t want her dragged into any of this. Your burdens and mistakes were yours alone. You always made sure of that.

Mimicking the man next to you, with your arms still joined, you close your eyes as well, feeling the heat of all of the bodies begin to trap you in that alley like a blazing fire nipping at your feet.

Your stomach falls out from beneath you, a scream tearing from your lips as wind rips at your hair and your dress. You open your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel the wizard move around to take both of your hands in his.

You are flying.

The alley beneath you is completely swallowed by the black of those creatures, their horrid sounds ringing in your ears. The crowd underneath your feet doesn’t so much as look up from the war processions, the streamers and color of fanfare blurring as you’re lifted higher.

“One foot in front of the other,” the wizard whispers, his lips so close to your ear you can’t help but shiver.

You do as you're told, struggling to find the rhythm without anything solid for your feet to grip. He continues to hold your hands, palms warm and pulse beating steadily against the inside of your wrists. Adrenaline pumps through you, this quickly becoming the most interesting day of your entire life. With a wizard. Followed by horrifying monsters. Flying. Flying.

“You’re a natural,” the stranger commends.

You give him a small smile with a turn of your head, trying to focus on the beat of your steps as you both sail through the air. You can see the bakery approaching, instructing him in that direction despite him seeming to know so already. The music below is lost so high in the sky, just the steady hum of the wind and the calm of his breathing refills your ears.

In one swift moment, the stranger turns you around so you face him, eyes burning with blue light akin to a hot fire. He lowers his eyes, the both of you seeming to lower as well as he gently sets you on the balcony of the bakery. You can smell the bread from the ovens, hear the numbers called for guests, and the ringing of bells to signify the door. The green alabaster railing of the balcony is cracking and peeling, so raw and unfinished compared to the stranger in front of you.

“How did you-” You begin to ask how he knew to take you here, but he starts first.

“I made sure those things don’t know where we went, but wait a while before you go back out on the streets.”

You can do nothing, but nod, feeling foolish. Like a little girl in front of a grown man.

“Adieu.” He bows low, sweeping his arms out, before he drops from his hovered position into the streets.

You gasp again, rushing to the balcony to look into the crowd below. You can’t spot him, the people a blur of different hair and clothing. Your stomach struggles to right itself, completely turned upside down from defying gravity for so long. A wizard. You had met a wizard. You had gone flying with a wizard.

You can’t help the small smile that rises from your throat. If your whole life is to be filled by making hats and avoiding others, you suppose you can allow a little triumphant happiness at such a grand adventure. You can allow yourself to let your heart move a little faster when you remind yourself of his face. You will never see him again. Allowing a bit of feeling will not hurt.

And he was absolutely enchanting.

~Admin Eggplant

[mysticidolstexts]

𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔲

How to activate the app

📱REBLOG THIS POST AND THE ROUTE YOU'RE GOING FOR and MESSAGE first. You must do both things, if not, the app will not be activated. The app will check your phone if you have reblogged or not.

📱Introduce yourself, either your name, alias, or if you'd prefer it if I just call you y/n. If you're also a chatbot, inform the app if you want to be a y/n or just remain as the character you're playing.

📱In your first few messages, include if you want NSFW themes or yandere themes or both. If you do want to include them, tell me your kinks, triggers and limits. We will have a stoplight system- Green-> There's no problem, Yellow-> Turn it down/ Slow down, Red-> Stop. ps. if you choose to have NSFW themes, the characters will be subs. (because admin doesn't have to mental capacity to dom) if you force the characters to dom, the app will immediately uninstall itself from your phone.

📱Note that if you try to go straight into the NSFW, the app will break and be on maintenance for a few hours or days. Likewise for yandere themes. If you try to provoke them into being a yandere straight away, the app will also break.

How to navigate the app

🧭 If you do something that pleases the character, you'll be sent a colored heart. You may then get a higher priority and may get faster/more replies than other users of the app.

🧭 Do not expect the app developer to carry the entire storyline. While it is based on Mystic Messenger, the plot can be different and will definitely stray from the original MM story.

🧭 If you do not respond in 5 days, the chat will be deleted.

🧭For fellow chatbotters, we also can casually interact sometimes without a plot.

How to interact

💬 When chatting in the app, it will be in brackets, as such :

[hello Jeongin, what are you doing today?]

💬 When you are interacting outside of the chat, e.g. having a date, it will be narrative style or in asterisks, like so:

Holding your hand, I smile at you, "So... what do you want to do?"

*holds your hand, smiling at you* so... what do you want to do?

💬 When making a phone call, put "y/n : then whatever you want to say", just like this :

y/n : have you had lunch yet?

jeongin : no not yet

y/n : when are you eating then?

jeongin : maybe in an hour's time

💬 You can even send emails to your character! Send it through an ask. Do state who you're writing to, and remember to sign off!! :

To Jeongin/ Dear Jeongin :

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

~ y/n

💬 If your replies are dry or you spam too much, the characters may lose interest in you

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King Kuroo and the Red Knights (3)

Summary: A Camelot AU where King Arthur is Kuroo Tetsuro, and the Knights of the Roundtable of characters from seasons 1-4 of the HQ anime. Eventual Kuroo X Reader.

Themes: Action, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Eventual Romance

Warnings: Mentions of stalking and abuse of power, Language, Angst in feelings, Gore and fighting

Word Count: For Chapter: ~4000words            

Questions/Comments/Concerns/Ideas welcome as always.  This week you get 2 chapter updates! As a thank you to the first comment I recieved here on Tumblr and on AO3! Thank you for reading! Enjoy!  –Admin Red

Chapter 3: Preparations

“Sir Aone!” Futakuchi called, seeing his friend approach through the main square. His Knight’s cloak descended to his side as the wind beneath the cloth fell. “You made it!”

The Knight in question nodded in confirmation as he dismounted.

To help things move along faster, Futakuchi took the horse’s reins from his friend and handed them to another servant who’d been too afraid to approach the knight themselves. “Geesh, everyone is always more afraid of you than me. It’s astounding.”

“You hide your deviousness well,” Aone responded promptly.

Futakuchi just rolled his eyes as he took a bag from his friend, walking towards the castle stairs. “Maybe, but you don’t possess much evil despite your face.”

The glare he got in response sent the warlock into a fit of laughter, having to quickstep to avoid the knight’s heavy swing.

“At least don’t hit my face, good sir!” He teased before getting more serious. “You read the letter, I take?”

Aone simply nodded again and shifted the weight of his bags to climb the stairs with more ease.

“The King is high in his anticipation, but not everyone has arrived yet and the Red Knights are to be arriving tomorrow. Rumors are that his highness, Lord Daishou, intercepted some of the letters to try and make sure Kuroo makes an improper impression. What do you think?” 

It wasn’t unlike Futakuchi to worry about Lord Daishou. In fact, he was almost always the first to recognize it could be the King’s brother’s fault when things go awry. And as of late, for his defense, things tended to only go wrong when Lord Daishou was involved. But the King was blind to the accusations—he believed the best of his half brother and only wanted prosperity for his kingdom, not internal warfare. As a result, he mostly ignored Futakuchi’s warnings and thoughts on this topic.

Aone thought hard before responding. By the time he did the pair were almost upon his housing chambers. “We’ll keep a close eye on the Lord. For the King’s sake, and our own.” With his decision made, he opened his room door, took the bag back from his friend, and threw everything onto the ground inside. He looked to Futakuchi and held his hand out for the key.

“Oh right!” As the servant fumbled through his pockets in search of the small metal chunk, he thought about the knight’s words. “Found it! And I appreciate your trust in my words, Aone.”

The white-haired male half smirked at his companion, took the key from his hand, and quickly locked his room with his possessions tucked away inside. “Unfortunately I seem to trust you, Futa.”

The brunet smiled wide once more and clapped a hand around his friend’s shoulders. “Well, I’ve only burned you a couple times so I guess that is a fair comment.”

“A couple?” Aone scoffed, “Try every time.”

They both laughed as they reminisced about all the trouble they’d gotten in before the King had discovered and ultimately accepted Futakuchi’s magic background and lifestyle.

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 “Sir Bokuto!” Queen Yuurei called as she saw the first Knight of Camelot ahead of her down the hall. “Oh, Sir Bokuto!”

“Dammit,” The knight cursed under his breath before turning to face the coming royal. “Your Highness, is there something I can help you with?” He wished he’d been just a foot or two further in his journey so he could have rounded the corner without worry, pretending to not have heard her. But, much to his disappointment, he was too far from the turn to do so when she’d called.

She smiled and took her time approaching him closer, looking around them all the while, making sure no one was within earshot.

Bokuto also glanced around, but rather than looking for potential eavesdroppers, his eyes scoured their surroundings in hopes that someone would come to save him from what he expected was about to be yet another abuse of power from the Queen.

“You look amazing in your uniform today, my good knight.” She announced as soon as she stepped to his side. “Almost makes a person wish they were in danger so that they could be protected by such a strong and gallant knight.”

“Your Majesty, did you need assistance with something?” He asked abruptly, choosing to ignore her ministrations as she attempted to tease the hair at the nape of his neck.

She huffed disparagingly, “Obviously not, you idiot. I wanted to be with my precious knight. Is that so wrong?” She smiled as if teasing, but he could see the threat in her eyes. Daring him to refuse her, daring him to do anything that made her angry.

He bowed his head, “Queen Yuurei, I am at your command. But I must be back to my duties unless you want to explain to King Kuroo why I am late for the meeting.”

Rolling her eyes, she frowned once more, “Of course it’s for him. Fine, fine. But, before you leave me.” She glanced around him, and behind her own figure, when she faced him once more she grinned wickedly, “I will steal one more moment of your time.” 

Before he could make a move she was kissing him, pressing her weight into his chest as her arms draped around his neck. She forced the kiss deeper, gripping the back of his head and holding it tight in place.

He wanted to retreat. He wanted to push her off him. He didn’t want to hurt his best friend. But she was the Queen. She’d roped in 3 of her maids to be her witnesses; if he were to step out of line, they would report to the King that he’d forced himself on her. She had Lord Daishou to protect her from any magic he tried to get Futakuchi to use to dissuade or avoid her. Ultimately, everything he did to try and break himself free only made her hold on tighter to his leash. So he just let her control his body, held their weight up, and let her force her face closer to his. The only blessing in disguise he had was that he could close his eyes and imagine someone else. Anyone else. Anyone but the Queen, his best friend’s wife.

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 In the war room, King Kuroo and the already assembled Knights took their seats. The King buzzed excitedly in his, while his friends took jabs of humor at his expense.

Two of the knights glanced at one another from across the table and one smirked before looking away. The other turned his vision back to the king and questioned him. “Kuroo,” They called to make sure the royal’s attention was caught. Seeing the King’s smiling face directed towards them, the speaker folded his hands over each other atop the table and released a sigh before glaring down his leader. “Do you have a plan in that empty head of yours, or are we waiting for Futa to lead us, as per the norm?”

All of the knights seated lost what little composure they held as they all laughed in the succession of the call-out.

The King, for all intents and purposes, was unfazed by the tease, as his steady gaze held that of his questioner. “Do you doubt your King, Sir Daichi?” Kuroo was happy to have his friends back in the castle walls, even if they teased him for his sudden call.

“Ehh,” The Knight drawled out as he leaned back into his seat, a grin now plastered on his face as he passed on the mantle of the tease to the next guy as agreed. “I always doubt you a little there, Kuroo. No matter what title you hold, you’re still just a punk.”

A blonde-haired knight a few seats down from the dark-haired speaker slapped his hands on the table in front of him and stood fiercely. Pointing a finger between Sir Daichi and King Kuroo, he grinned around his tongue, a rounded metal stick running through it that confused those seeing it for the first time. “You both are a pair of punks. And if we take this to the field, I’ll prove it to you! Come on guys, this is the first time we’ve all gathered in some time, let’s enjoy ourselves before getting to the boring bits.” He kneeled over to the silver-haired knight sitting beside him and pretended to try whispering, “Maybe that way the grand old king here would have figured out an actual plan on how to manage the visit of the legendary knights.”

Sir Semi looked slightly up to the blonde kneeling towards him, the ear-splitting grin contagious as he felt his own lip ends curve up, he glanced around the seven men currently sat at the round table and contemplated his next move. He heard footsteps coming down the hall and knew that the King’s top servant was close to entering. His eyes closed as he decided that, yes, his best course of action was to continue to play off the first two speakers as the new man entered.

He let his eyes fly open, and he stood as Sir Terushima had, clamping a hand around his shoulders. “I agree with these two. His royal highness is just too stupid to have thought of a proper plan all his own. Might as well get reacquainted with one another as Futa here fills in our great leader with the plan in ‘secret’.” He winked at a couple of the knights facing him for emphasis and the room once again erupted in laughter.

Futakuchi, having just opened the door was at a loss for words as he caught the glare sent to him from the King still seated from across the room. “Oi! I just got here!” He shouted, jumping behind Sir Aone to use him as a shield from the deathly look. “It’s not my fault your Knights trust my plans more than yours, maybe if you were more dependable as a planner that wouldn’t be the case.” Letting his head stay just over Aone’s shoulder he stuck his tongue out towards the King, and then just barely managed to dodge a plate being thrown in the space his face had just been. “Rude.”

“Futa,” Aone began to reprimand.

The magician guffawed at the fact that he was the one being yelled at, “I literally just walked on. How is this my fault?”

“Ehhhhhh.” A red-haired knight drawled before barking out in laughter, drawing all attention to himself. “Well men, if we need to leave these two alone to bring about our plan of action, let’s get to it. Teru, you said you’d prove they were punks on the field?” His laughing returned with new vigor, “what if I proved you were one instead?”

Sir Terushima jumped into the air with a fist pumping the air in excitement. “Right! Let’s fight Satori!”

The two knights raced towards the door only to be stopped in their tracks by the glare Aone gave them as he stood in their pathway. “You’re not leaving.”

When the bear of a knight saw that his threatening tone and voice got the desired effect from the more hyperactive members of their motley crew, he walked towards the center of the room to take his seat.

“See, why can’t you all be proper knights like Sir Aone here! Thank you Aone, m-mu-much obliged.” Kuroo had tried only to falter in his words when he glanced at the knight in question to see the glare being directed at him now.

Taking his seat with a loud thud, his hand resting on the table in front of him as he leaned slightly in the direction of the King, “Don’t take my actions as an agreement for anything King Kuroo. I agree that the only chance of us making a proper impression on the Red Knights is if we follow whatever plan Futakuchi creates. But we all need to be here to hear it, so They,” He emphasized as he glanced at the blonde and red-haired knights still frozen on their feet by the door, “Need to stay put.”

A sigh was heard, and all the knights looked towards the one it came from. “Seriously, you all had to push it so that even Aone got fed up with your antics. Ridiculous.”

“Well, it’s not like anyone expected those two to arrive with Aone already in a bad mood from his travels. Give us a break Iwa, you were about to get in on it to had that guy not scared those two into submission.” Sir Daichi retaliated with a tired expression.

Iwaizumi smirked before responding, “Maybe, maybe not. It’s beside the point now. Let’s get to business first.”

Many of the knights rolled their eyes at the ‘maybe’ comment, all of them knowing it was definitely a fact that Iwaizumi would have joined in on the bantering had Aone not redirected everyone to the task at hand.

Everyone took their seats, as Futakuchi stood by Kuroo’s side.

“Wait, where’s Bokuto?” Semi asked, glancing around the room once more just to make sure he didn’t accidentally miss the loudest of the knights.

“He’ll be here soon, but he is more appraised of the situation than anyone else, save Futa and I. So he’ll just jump in when he arrives,” Kuroo stated clearly, his tone serious as all acts of play lay forgotten in the back of his mind. “I read one of Futa’s letters before they went out, and thank you all for arriving in a prompt manner. This is the biggest test Camelot will have faced in near three-decades. Forgot the plights against magic, forget the wars under my father’s rule. Forget it all. The Red Knights are the only ones Camelot needs an agreement with if it wants to prosper.”

Sirs Aone and Yamagata nodded, recognizing the King’s word and understanding the seriousness behind them. Sirs Daichi and Iwaizumi held their hands in front of their faces, intending to commit every word of explanation to memory. The others, Sirs Satori, Semi, and Terushima just waited for further information from the King.

“Before my grandfather’s rule, the Red Knights were known to have been the reasons Camelot had not only to last all her battles but in fact, were the reason she became known as a stronghold across all kingdoms. My grandfather lost favor with them, and we still do not know the full story, but when they rejected my father as a ruler and officially cut ties with Camelot, she faced her darkest years. They are coming now to judge me and my ability to rule. To determine if we are worthy of realigning themselves with us. We must, under all circumstances, make sure they see us as worthy. And, to that effect  I had Futa dig up every documentation in existence about the Red Knights.” He nodded to the wizard to release his magic over the documents so the others could see them as well. The seven knights went wide-eyed as books and parchments stacked upon one another appeared all over the table’s surface became visible to each of them.

Seeing the gravity of the situation fully sink into his compatriots, he nodded with a grin, “We probably have less than a day left before the guests of honor arrive. Futa, Bokuto, and I have read most of what’s available but we need everyone’s help getting through the rest and coming up with a proper plan. You all were right to claim I didn’t have a plan of action. To be quite honest, I don’t think any amount of planning will properly prepare us for what’s to come, but anything we come up with together is bound to be better than any one’s.”

“Maaaaaaaaan,” Satori yelled out.

“I came here to read??” Terushima cried.

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 Everyone had gotten to work shortly after Kuroo’s explanation. When Bokuto entered he’d gotten straight to his seat and began reading as well. Though the King had attempted to ask him about his delay, the knight just shook his head with a grin and kept his nose buried in a book. Futakuchi caught on that the Queen had held him up and ‘tsk’d’ in annoyance on his friend’s behalf.

“Something wrong with that passage Futa?” Daichi called having heard the sound from the magician.

“No,” He redirected in response, “Just nothing helpful.”

The knight returned to his own reading and Futakuchi picked a new book up to continue his own job.

The hours passed as the King, magician, and knights poured over the documents in front of them, only breaking for small comments here and there, or to ask one another about a specific passage. Before anyone had realized dinner approached and a guard came to collect the group of men for their meal.

“AHHhh! How long were we in there and we still have nothing solid to go off of!” Bokuto exclaimed indignantly as the men headed towards the mess hall.

Yamagata nodded in agreement before putting his own thoughts forward, “It does seem like a lot of work left to tackle. And with the convoy expected to arrive sometime tomorrow…this does not seem to bode well for us.”

Semi contemplated his training partner’s words before responding himself, “True, I thought you called for all the knights Kuroo. Is this all we are to expect to be helping?”

Kuroo looked to Futakuchi for an answer.

“Well, if the others got the letters, they may just have been delayed by the work they’d been doing. I haven’t heard from everyone. Though, I know Sir Osamu is on his way. He’d sent a messenger owl back to me when he received his summons.” The servant explained, walking along with the knights.

Satori brightened up at Futakuchi’s comments, “Well well, so Osamu is coming back. That devil. Can’t wait to challenge him again. Beat his ego when that annoying brother of his isn’t around.”

Terushima also seemed to brighten slightly, hearing that others were to join eventually. But then his dejected expression took over once more as he realized who was not named. “Then you haven’t heard from Atsumu, Asahi, or Ushijima?”

Futakuchi shook his head in the negative before letting it drop as he stopped walking.

After a few steps the others did as well, and looked back at him.

“I do not even know if they received their letters,” Futakuchi answered verbally, the dejected and defeated tone carried in his voice struck a nerve in Aone and the knight approached him before the King could ask about it.

“Everyone go ahead,” Aone addressed the group after whispering to Futakuchi, “We will join in a bit.”

Bokuto nodded in understanding as head and returned in his mission to go eat. The others followed him.

“Well, it’ll be good to have everyone if at all possible,” Semi mumbled to himself.

Yamagata agreed before adding, “And if Osamu is returning, I doubt Atsumu would be far behind.”

“Didn’t those two go their separate ways a while back though?” Daichi asked the group.

Kuroo mumbled under  his breath, “For a bit, but does anyone really expect those idiots to follow orders for long?”

“Well, that’s a rude thing to say about your humble knights who’ve just trekked all this way to meet your orders in a timely manner. Isn’t it Osamu?” A voice carried down the hall, answering Kuroo’s words with a question of their own. “What a disappointing King he is. Maybe we should ignore the orders. Come Osamu, apparently, we aren’t needed anymore.”

Another voice popped up after being called out, “Atsumu, let’s at least see what they wanted us for. They hardly call us anyway.”

The pair of knights appeared before the group of knights with smug smiles featured across their faces.

“Well, it looks like the party is really about to get started.” Iwaizumi commented before shaking hands to greet his friends. “Welcome back you two.”

The pair easily melded into the group as they continued their path towards the mess hall, the King calling for two more place settings as he rounded the corner first and faced the guards standing in front of the dining hall’s doors.

The group of knights were merrily chatting as  they’d been prior to the research, Kuroo had approached his wife upon entering the mess and gave her a quick peck on the forehead before taking his seat at the head of the table. Bokuto sat at the far end of the table from his best friend and his wife, choosing instead to save seats for Futakuchi and Aone next to and across from him respectively. Creating yet another excuse to keep as far from the Queen as he could. The twins sat on either side of the table across one another, giving themselves some space without fully separating. Iwaizumi and Daichi sat on either side of Osamu, the twin they’d considered more even tempered; while Satori and Terushima sat either side of Atsumu, whom they considered the more fun twin. Yamagata took the seat opposite the spot Bokuto reserved for Futakuchi, and smiled to him knowingly. Semi sat near Bokuto at the tail end of the table.

When the food was presented, the knights dug in happily, grateful for the spread of goods after hours of mental or physical labor. Aone and Futakuchi slipped in and also hungrily dug into the available dishes.

It was a mostly peaceful meal between friends, but many glared at the empty seat beside the Queen—the one reserved for the King’s brother.

The knights sent questioning looks to each other around the plates of food in front of them, daring someone to ask about the missing lord, when the dining hall doors opened.

About to relax for the trouble-causing individual was finally arriving, the knights all seemed to release held breaths, only to suck the air back in tightly. The guards faced them with looks of pure terror covering their now pale and ghostly faces.

“My, m-my K-ki-king.” One stuttered trying to speak despite the fear coursing through his veins.

Kuroo stood promptly and faced the two guards with bated breath. The knights also stood in succession, waiting for information before taking more decisive action.

The other guard faced his companion before addressing the royal himself, “My King, they…they’ve arrived.”

Everyone understood exactly who the guards meant, and while the King became ecstatic at the news, the knights looked to one another. Silently questioning what the fear on the guard’s faces meant for their chance of realigning Camelot with the Red Knights’ Order.

From his room, Daishou watched as the knights nervously looked to one another through his space shifting mirror. “So the honored guests arrive a night early. Well, having them get attacked instead of just seeing the reaction to an attack could still be beneficial.” He laughed to himself before sending another fire message to his companion. ‘Oikawa, the plan holds. Have them attack tonight no matter what happens.’

Before a full moment passed, a head of flames rose from the ashes of the fireplace. “Who has arrived?” Oikawa’s voice carried through Daishou’s room.

The lord approached the face of flames with a grin, “All but Ushijima and Asahi for the knights. But there is only one Red Knight and their page who approach the castle.”

“Good, then I’ll send all the men.” He seemed to be contemplating his next statement before the message went through, “Stay hidden, I will not tell them we have someone on the inside.”

Daishou chuckled a bit, and nodded in understanding. “That will help. If for some reason I do get approached, fighting them for real will solidify to the King that I had no clue of the attack.”

With one last order announced, the face of flames dispersed. Daishou was left smiling at the reheated embers of past fires and thought aloud, “May luck be with us, allowing the men to kill the Red Knight themselves. Then any chance for an alignment would be severed.” He cackled through his thoughts as the vision of impending doom from that action took over his mind.

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Alright, another chapter for my fic with Jrum. Just so you know, we’ve got a hels hermit and uh... his personality is Horny(TM). nothing to get it out of a teen rating, but there is some non consensual touching at one point so i’m giving a warning.

Rustic House Club

Jrum was set down on a counter before NPG left again, saving there was something to grab. The younger bot waited there for a little bit before getting bored and jumping down from the counter to explore the place. Jrum was pretty sure this was NPG’s base. It seemed to be a giant rustic house or mansion or something. The wood and stone were unfamiliar, but that being said, the world outside was also strange, covered with mint green grass and dirt that was a grayish blue. The sky looked mostly normal, though it was littered with multicolored clouds. 

Back inside, in the center of the room was a giant campfire surrounded by some reddish brown stone. There was also an enchanting table setup with bookshelves around it, but some of the shelves were made with a dull colored wood, and some were made with the stone like what made up the walls.

A sound just behind Jrum made him jump and whirl around, only to see what looked like a very fluffy bunny hopping around. It was a nice powder blue color, and whenever it jumped, what looked like a small puff of smoke was left behind before fading. 

“H-Hi. You’re n-not a bad bunny, a-are you?” Jrum nervously asked the hopping creature. “B-Because my dad d-doesn’t like bad b-bunnies.” The bunny responded by hopping and landing on top of Jrum’s head and flopping down there to rest. “H-Hey! That tickles!”

Jrum carefully grabbed the animal to put it back on the ground. He smiled as he felt that it was indeed extremely fluff as well as feeling rather soft. Once the bunny was back on the ground, it went hopping about the room again, letting Jrum explore the house more. There were a number of shulker boxes strewn about which seemed to be filled with items, but for the most part the items weren’t ones that Jrum recognized. Like what was a moa? Or an ambrosium shard?

Jrum shook his head as he stopped looking in the boxes before turning his head to some armor stands nearby. One had an elytra resting on it, while the other didn’t have an elytra or chestplate. Other than that, the first stand had some sort of purple armor while the other was a pinkish color.

The last thing Jrum really noticed was a ladder going up to the next floor, but he didn’t get the chance to go upstairs before NPG returned, carrying what sort of resembled his charger. “I’m back!”

Jrum scrambled his way back to the counter and sat on it, hoping NPG hadn’t seen he wasn’t there. “Sorry for the wait. This thing is just hard to carry and Sense wouldn’t come here to build it because he thinks it’s crazy to live in a dangerous place like the aether.”

The bunny from before hopped over and onto NPG’s head. “Oh! Hi Rusty! Did you meet our guest? He’s my brother.”

“Your bunny’s name is Rusty?”

“Yup!” NPG set the charger down near where Jrum was sitting. “Hmm, I’m sure you’ll want somewhere to sleep, so I’ll have to make you a bed later. Because trying to get that thing up a ladder would be no fun.”

Jrum looked at the pinkish armor that NPG was wearing. “What’s that?”

“Hmm?” NPG looked where Jrum was pointing. “Oh! This is some aetherite armor. It’s like netherite, but for here!”

Jrum nodded, then just sat quietly, swinging his legs. NPG was also quiet, just sort of smiling and swinging his arms about before there was a buzz. The older robot reached for his pocket and pulled out what looked like a communicator, though it was a different style, and read a message on it.

“Oh good! Prof says we can meet with him!”

Jrum tilted his head. “Who’s that?”

“That’s right! I haven’t explained things yet!” NPG exclaimed before putting his comm away again. “Okay, so we’re in Helscraft! It’s like where you’re from, but opposite. Our overworld is more like the nether, but not entirely. More like… hmm… if instead of dirt, mycelium and nylium were normal, and then instead of normal trees we get those giant mushroom things that still can be used for wood. The aether is like an opposite nether in that it’s cold here and there’s no bedrock at either edge of the world. And then finally the end in our world is probably the closest to being normal, but there’s no ender dragon. Instead there’s this thing called the warden and it’s really dangerous.”

“Oh… but who’s Proff?”

“Oh right! So here instead of hermits there are helsmits! And just about everyone in Hermitcraft has a sort of… not really opposite, but at the very least alternative version of themselves down here! Prof is one of them. He’s our version of Doc.”

“Who was the person that looked like daddy?” Jrum asked. He knew NPG had said something, but he hadn’t fully been paying attention.

“Oh! That was Perfect Sense. Most people just call him Sense.”

“Who else is there?”

NPG’s eyes lit up, happy to explain for his brother. “Okay, so there’s Xannes who’s our admin. Most people don’t use his name though, which is rude. Instead they say stuff like Evil Xisuma, Evil X or just EX. There’s True Symmetry who’s the current emperor, or I guess empress, of the server. Her running mate was Waltzware, who everyone calls Whiskey. Fun story about that, I can tell you it another time. Uh, he’s in a rivalry with DelayVS and Phedaz. There’s BadtimeswithScar, or just Badtimes. He has a place on the overworld with a big magic crystal in it which is where I go to hang out with you. It’s a little hard to get to sometimes with Peanut guarding the place. Helsknight has been around the longest and-”

“Um, so are you the opposite of my dad?” Jrum asked, cutting his brother off.

“Nope! Not really! That’s Grifter. See, I showed up sort of near the end of season three and he appeared when we moved to season four. I’m pretty sure he was a Listener or something, but anyway he didn’t like me since he thought I was taking his place. When Prof made Base Iridium, it was so he could lock up Grifter because he was like... the worst person. And so he’s been stuck there ever since and I get to stay because they all like me better!”

Jrum nodded. “Okay, and then do Grum and I have copies here?”

NPG stopped smiling at the question. “Well… no. Glodhet made Sense run for emperor, but Since Glodhet was LaxSprite’s running mate, Sense didn’t have anyone as his running mate. I tried, but he said no. Because of that, we never built any versions of you.”

Jrum looked down at the floor sadly. Sure NPG was a great friend, but he and his brother were really the only kids on the server, so it was pretty lonely a lot of the time.

“Um, well, do you want to go and see Prof?”

Jrum nodded and NPG picked him up before going to the portal he had outside. Jrum shivered when they walked outside, the air extremely cold. That definitely was opposite to the nether. It also didn’t help that it seemed to be night out, which made it even colder. “Isn’t the neth- uh, aether faster?”

“Yeah, but with its day and night cycles, it’s really dangerous at night and you don’t really have any gear I don’t think. Besides, Prof isn’t that far away from the other side of my portal.”

“O-Okay.”

Grian and Mumbo spawned in Helscraft right next to each other. They spawned on a small island that was half made of mycelium, half on fire. Grian was a little worried about the fact that Xisuma didn’t seem to be with them, but that was probably fine? Maybe he had been there before and when spawning in, he appeared there instead.

There seemed to be some sort of water around the island, but it didn’t quite look right as it was a bright red color. Grian carefully plucked a wing and dipped it into the water. It didn’t get burnt or damaged or anything, so that was a good sign.

Mumbo looked in a chest on the island and found it filled with boats. The wood seemed to be slightly pink, like a slightly more colorful jungle boat. He placed it into the water and got in, Grian climbing in behind him. “Well, while everything looks different in color, that island seems to be like the spawn island back home, and that out there looks like the shopping district.”

Grian looked into the distance. “Yeah, though it doesn’t look quite as populated as the one on Hermitcraft. I-Is that a giant blackstone castle?”

Mumbo squinted his eyes, looking back towards the larger island. It was a little hard to tell because it was against a black sky with few stars in sight, but Mumbo could make out what seemed to be the outline of a castle. “I’m guessing they have the same sort of starting seed, but they build whatever they want and it doesn’t match what we do.”

Grian agreed, and then Mumbo paddled them to the island. When they reached the shore, Mumbo got out first and then held a hand out to help Grian. 

“Since I can fly, I’ll look at this place from above. You check on foot. Does that sound good?” Grian asked, getting a nod from Mumbo. “Great, let’s go.”

True groaned as the sunlight was blocked for a moment. Even with her sunglasses on and her eyes closed, she could tell when the light didn’t reach her closed eyes for a moment. Her best guess was someone decided to try and annoy her again by building something to fly in just the right place to annoy her, something that had happened more than once before. She moved her glasses to her forehead and set down the glass of wine she had been sipping from before walking to the edge of her sunbathing balcony and looking below to see who exactly was messing with her.

She groaned when she was Sense walking in the paths below. Of course it would be the resident evil genius causing trouble. And then as the light was blocked again, she turned her gaze skyward to see what exactly he had made this time. True expected some sort of redstone machine to be moving around up there, Sense trying to control it from below and put it in the right place. What she didn’t expect was for the thing in the air to be a person, specifically one with wings, not elytra, on their back.

Immediately True was rushing back into the castle. This was not happening. “WHISKEY!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “STOP WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU’RE DOING AND CALL PROF! SENSE FINALLY FUCKING DID IT!” She heard some sort of response but didn’t really pay attention as she grabbed the armor and weapons she left inside. As soon as it was all re-equipped, she went back onto the balcony and scoured the skies.

It was easy to spot the avian in the sky, having gotten closer if anything. True drew her bow and aimed at the moving target, trying to follow his path. Then when she was sure her aim was right, she fired the arrow, watching it sail in the air.

Mumbo had been looking in every building he had come across, which had been harder than it sounded since the land of the island was damaged beyond belief. Rubble was everywhere and creeper holes littered the terrain. He kept looking up at Grian, hoping he would find something so that he wouldn’t need to bother with the buildings.

The redstoner was just climbing out of another building through the mostly blocked up door when he looked up in the sky. Grian was still flying, but he watched as one moment an arrow hit the avian and the next he was covered in fire and falling to the ground. Immediately Mumbo started running in Grian’s direction. 

A few minutes before, Grian had finished looking at yet another section of the island from overhead and turned around to view the next one. He was so focused on the ground below, he wasn’t paying attention to the airspace around him until suddenly an arrow struck his wing. Fire from the arrow spread to his wings and the rest of his body, making it feel even worse. 

Grian tried to flap his wings and move towards the water. He wasn’t sure what that stuff was, but he hoped it would put him out. The problem was that the arrow had hit his wing in just the right place that even twitching it slightly felt like agony. And since he only had use of one of his wings, the avian started plummeting to the ground. He at the very least managed to twist his body so that way his wings were below him so that the feathers helped soften his fall.

“Don’t worry. I got you Gri.” Grian heard Mumbo say and a moment later he could hear a bucket of water get spilled out, dousing the fire that was covering his body.

“Th-Thanks. Ow that hurt.” Grian thanked Mumbo and stood up to brush himself off. “I didn’t even notice that- mmph!” Grian was cut off as suddenly Mumbo’s lips met his in a kiss. His eyes widened in shock, especially as Mumbo tried to deepen the kiss. At that point Grian pushed him away. “Wh-What?!”

“Sorry. Just been a while. And with that just happened…” Mumbo gave a half smile. Grian sort of knew where he was coming from, but this hardly seemed like something to warrant a kiss like that. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for the water. Won’t be able to fly for a bit though. I got shot right in the wing and even potions are going to have trouble with that.”

“Well I can help you with that later. That arrow came from the castle, so we should be careful about any more from there.”

Grian nodded, but then paused. If anyone was going to be shooting at him, it might be because they didn’t want him getting to Jrum. And if that were the case, then Jrum was in the castle. “Well then we should be going to the castle, right?”

Mumbo smiled. “Of course. Lead the way.” Mumbo gestured towards the castle and Grian rushed off, not hearing the words that were added on at the end. “My dear.”

Mumbo followed along behind Grian, heading towards the castle. He didn’t bother picking up the water that had been placed down. Who would care about that? In fact, he even threw the bucket behind him, not watching where it landed.

The bucket sailed through the air before finally landing with a thunk. Mumbo rubbed his head, glad that the item had been empty. “Who would throw an empty bucket?” He asked no one in particular before finally getting to the top of the hill. Sitting there was a water source,  likely from the bucket. This should have been where Grian landed, but the avian was nowhere in sight. “I didn’t realize he had a bucket of water on him.” He then realized it was red instead. “Wait, this is water from here… Who placed this?”

Mumbo continued to look at the surrounding terrain and noticed the water had made the surrounding mycelium a bit muddy. There seemed to be two sets of footprints, and in one print, a feather had been stepped on. Said feather was a bright red, which could only belong to one person. Mumbo’s eyes followed the prints, watching as they went towards the castle. If Grian was anywhere, he would be there, so he started walking in that direction.

Grian raised an eyebrow as Mumbo held his hand, but he supposed it made sense with what just happened and them going into a dangerous area. They carefully walked through the halls of the castle, checking every room. So far there was no sign of Jrum, but there weren’t even signs of anyone. But then they were turning down one hallway and ran into someone who looked like Tango, except his skin was a lavender color, his hair even darker than Mumbo’s and his eyes glowing purple rather than red.

“It was easier to find you two than I thought.” The not Tango spoke, pulling out an axe of some sort of pink colored metal. He ran towards Grian and Mumbo, ready to attack, but then Mumbo pulled out a piece of TNT. Immediately not Tango stopped in his tracks, and then Mumbo was pulling Grian another direction, placing the TNT down and causing not Tango to scream.

“How’d you know that would work?” Grian asked as they ran.

“Didn’t, just had a slight hunch.” Mumbo replied. “Let’s go up those stairs.” And Grian looked over where Mumbo pointed, the two of them then turning to go that way.

Behind them, the not Tango tried to find another path. He didn’t get far though before running into Mumbo. In an instant the axe was out in front of him, ready to attack. “Gah! Don’t take a step closer or-” Not Tango looked around, surprised to not see Grian. “Where’d the bird go?”

“You saw him? Which way did he go?”

“You two already got separated? That’s so unlike you.” Not Tango answered. Mumbo looked away from the helsmit, who took the opportunity to attack. The redstoner noticed just in time and was able to dodge the attack, running to dive behind the block of TNT nearby. It obviously wasn’t the safest place, but it was still cover. One that happened to repel the not Tango, who freaked out at the block.

When Grian reached the top of the stairs with Mumbo, the redstoner pulled the two of them into a nearby room. It was thankfully empty, and Grian watched as Mumbo locked the door behind them. “Well, they know we’re here now. It would probably be good to deal with your wing, hmm?”

Grian nodded. “Yeah, it would be good to do that so I’m not hindered at all. We’ll probably need all the help we can get with this.”

Mumbo came over to Grian as he was busy climbing onto the table in the room so that Mumbo had a better platform to treat him on. Just as he was settling down, ready to shift his wings back into existence, Mumbo grabbed him from behind, the redstoner’s mouth suddenly on his neck. Grian gasped, not sure how to react, and before he could do anything, Mumbo was off him again, leaving a purplish-red mark on Grian’s neck.

Grian turned to face Mumbo, only to be kissed again. Grian wanted to complain, but Mumbo’s hand found the sweet spot on his back, right between his shoulder blades, and Grian couldn’t help but melt into the redstoner’s arms.

Mumbo panted as he reached the top of the stairs, having been chased by someone that almost looked like Zedaph. He had been cornered and nearly killed, but then the not Tango showed up and the two of them started fighting each other instead. Mumbo used the opening to run, getting up to the next floor. At the top of the steps, he thought about just standing there a bit longer to catch his breath, but then he heard what sounded like Grian behind a nearby door. 

It sounded like he might have been hurt, so the redstoner rushed to the door and tried to open it, only to find it locked. Another noise from inside worried Mumbo, and he immediately had a pickaxe in his hand and broke down the metal door. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t this. In front of him was himself and Grian. The avian was sitting on a table as he kissed him, hands working on pulling the red sweater off. “What in the world?!”

Grian opened his eyes when Mumbo spoke, looking to see what the problem was. They then widened to the point they were practically bulging out of his skull as he saw Mumbo in the doorway as Mumbo was also currently kissing him.

Grian pushed Mumbo, the one kissing him, away so he could say something. “Mumbo?!”

The Mumbo who had been kissing Grian turned around to see the second version of him in the doorway before looking back at Grian. “Wait. You’re not Grifter.”

“Uh, no. I’m Grian? W-Which one of you is Mumbo?”

“I am!” Mumbo spoke up, attempting to go to Grian’s side, but his hels counterpart stopped him.

“And I’m Sense. Are you sure you’re Grian though? Because your body is just the same as I remember Grifter having~. The same soft lips and strong muscles. And I’m sure you have the same-”

Grian felt Sense’s hand start to move down his back as he spoke, so the avian shoved him away. “Nope! We are not doing this! Absolutely not!”

Sense pouted and gave a huff. “Fine, then what are you doing here?”

“We’re here looking for our son.” Mumbo replied. “I’m guessing since you didn’t realize this was Grian, you haven’t seen him.”

“What would that have to do with it?” Sense replied. “Though didn’t realize he was your son too. Anyway, of course I’ve seen him.” When Grian opened his mouth, Sense stopped him by continuing. “Oh, but I won’t be telling you anything just like that. I need something out of it.”

“Oh ew no!” Grian replied, moving behind Mumbo.

“Oh please, I wouldn’t want that. Okay maybe if you were offering… but no, if you can get here from your little Hermitcraft world, you might be able to get to the last season of Helscraft.”

“And why would you want that?” Mumbo asked.

“Grifter got left behind, and none of us can go back there ourselves. I mean, there are a few here who can, but no one who’s willing to actually free Grifter.”

“I’m afraid we can’t either. Xisuma’s the one who brought Grian and I here. And I doubt he would want to send us anywhere else.”

Sense scoffed in irritation. “Fine, then I have one other option, but you’ll need to help me out Grian.”

Grian winced, clinging tighter to Mumbo. “Wh-What do you want?”

“I’m really a fan at how True is running this place. I would have loved to be emperor, but without Grifter, I didn’t have a chance. However, if you’re with me, I can make a bluff for the throne.”

Grian hesitated, weighing his options. Finally, he sighed. “Okay. Fine.”

“Grian, you don’t have to say yes.”

“If it’ll help us find him, I’m going to do it.” Grian stopped hiding behind Mumbo. “I’m in. Just as long as any contact from you stays above the waist!”

Sense frowned at that. “Really? Because-”

“Touch anything below that, and you won’t have hands to try again with.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t!” Sense replied, actually smiling slightly. “In fact and attitude like that should help sell it. Now let’s go find True. I’d stay in here if I were you Mumbo. Wouldn’t want you ruining things and not be able to get that information.”

Mumbo wanted to argue, but Sense was already out of the room dragging Grian behind, leaving the hermit to find a place to sit and wait.

“There you go. Th-Those wings should work fine for you.” A pig hybrid spoke, putting down a clipboard.

NPG helped Jrum down from the examination table he had been sitting on. “Thanks Prof! Let’s go test them out Jrum!”

“O-Oh, by the way, you two should be careful out there.” Prof stopped the brothers before they could leave. “I g-got a message from True. A-Apparently she saw Grifter. I would th-think she mistook you for him again… e-except you’ve obviously here.”

“Oh! Then I suppose we will need to be very careful as we attempt to fly.” NPG replied, starting to leave again, but this time Jrum stopped him.

“Um, NPG? How long have I been here exactly?”

“Hmmm… Maybe half a day? Not too long.”

“But I was out for a while trying to get to that place in the nether… So I’ve been gone longer than that. Maybe that’s not the Grifter person, but maybe that’s my dad looking for me?”

“Oh! That’s probably it! Even more of a reason to try flying! So we can go over to the castle and see if that’s him!”

“Well i-if you’re going to do that, stay safe.” Prof smiled and waved goodbye to the two robots before going back to his other work. “Hmm… l-looks like Xannes is trying some new scheme. G-Guess I’ll have to go over there now to stop him.”

Xisuma woke up with a literal jolt as something shocked his arm. He tried to move to see what it was, only to find himself unable to move anything, being tied down to a chair. “Mind telling me why you brought Grifter here?” A deep voice spoke, one X was very familiar with.

“Evil X? Where am I?” Xisuma tried to turn his head around even a little to see where his brother was.

“You happen to be in my base. I coded in something so that you would be brought here if you ever came to Helscraft. I never expected it would actually be used. But right now I’m very grateful for it.” Now Evil X walked into Xisuma’s line of sight. He was surprised to see that his brother wasn’t wearing a helmet, then noticing that he himself wasn’t wearing one either. “Where’s my helmet?”

“Oh you don’t need that. I know it helps you access all your fun little admin powers like mine gives me my hacks. The air here is breathable so you don’t need to worry about that and we can have a nice little chat. Now. Why did you bring Grifter here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Evil X smacked Xisuma with a shovel. “Wrong answer, try again.”

“No, I’m serious. I don’t know what you mean. I came here with two of my Hermits, that’s all!”

“You? Bringing hermits with you? Why?”

“Someone from here kidnapped one of their sons.”

Evil X cursed. “You brought Grian and Mumbo. That’s not going to end well. NPG’s got the kid so I have a clue of where he might be. The question is how fast we can find them.”

“Who’s NPG? And you still haven’t explained about ‘Grifter’.”

“NPG is the closest thing we have to Grian here. Technically, that title would go to Grifter, but none of us can deal with him. We locked him up and left him behind in our old world. Look me in the eyes brother.” Evil X stared at Xisuma, waiting until the hermit was looking back. “I want to destroy your server. I want it to burn to the ground. I wouldn’t mind if all your hermits died and couldn’t… well okay, maybe just had trouble respawning. We grief and steal and have actual wars here. But I would never, not in a million years, ever want you to deal with Grifter. That’s how bad he is. And right now, it seems like the others here think Grian is.”

Xisuma immediately tried to stand up, only finding himself struggling in his bindings. “Then we need to stop that.”

“No, we don’t need to do anything. This is my server, I’m dealing with it.” Evil X started to walk away, but Xisuma heard him stop walking for a moment. “Plus, I wouldn’t mind having you own me in the long run.”

[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 33

Joe woke the following morning still with Paul’s strong arms wrapped around him. They stayed up until around 2am talking and fucking. It felt like nothing had changed in their relationship.

He trailed his fingers along Paul’s forearm, causing Paul to stir behind him. He nuzzled into the back of Joe neck, causing him to tense up his shoulders a little. “Did you sleep OK baby?”

“Yeah like a log thanks to you.” He could feel Paul smiling behind him. “Good, me too. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” Joe smiled leaning his head into Paul’s upper arm. He just wanted to stay like this all day but he had to do some promotional work for Summerslam since it was fast approaching so he would have to check out in a few hours. “What time do you have to go for your interview?” I’ve gotta be there for three.” Paul pulled the covers off and climbed on top of him. “Then I’d best make the most of my time with you.” He said with a devilish smile before kissing him. Paul grabbed a couple of pillows and slid them under Joe’s back. “Spread your legs baby.” He said, reaching for the lube on the bedside and smearing it on his fingers. Joe groaned and let his head fall back on the pillow as Paul fingered him deeply. Paul loved to see his face in this position. It wasn’t long before his cock found its way in. “Aaah fuck,” Joe breathed, grabbing the pillows on either side of him. Paul just continued to smile devilishly. “You can take it baby,” He breathed as he started to fuck him. Joe moaned and groaned as Paul rocked him back and forth “That’s it.” He shifted his position, hoisting Joe’s legs up to his shoulders, holding them up as he fucked him faster. His eyes burned with desire as he was fucked hard. He could not take them off Paul’s muscular physique. He shook, throwing his hands over his face as the older man came inside him, allowing a few more stiff thrusts to empty himself out. Joe sweeped his hands back over his hair, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Paul lowered his legs again and slid out, lowering himself next to Joe who in turn wrapped his arms around him. They lay in silence for the next few minutes, bodies entangled. “I wish you could stay here with me all day.” Paul finally said, his head leaning into Joe shoulder. “Me too. I’ll only be gone for a couple of hours though.”

“Good, I’ll get a workout in, in that time. Don’t forget to cancel your room for tonight and tomorrow.”

“I won’t. Thanks for letting me stay. I missed you.” Joe said turning into him. A small smile crept onto Paul’s face. “Missed you too baby.”

They spent the rest of the morning snuggling until Joe really had to get back to his room and gather his belongings for check out. He stowed his luggage behind reception and went off to the radio station where he was to have his interview. Paul meanwhile went down to the hotel gym and got his workout in. As he was in reception, he bumped into Drew.

“Hey,” Paul said, a little startled. “Haven’t heard from you, everything OK?” Drew checked “Oh yeah, just so busy with Summerslam coming up. You know how it is. Joe also keeps me busy, as you know.” Paul knew what he was doing. He was adding that little foot note in to remind Drew that Joe was his. “Yeah looks like we’re gonna be working together for Summerslam. That’s exciting.”

“Yeah, creative think you guys work great together, Bray too so I’m looking forward to it all unfolding-” Paul’s eyes met Joe as he entered the hotel. He was wearing a smart charcoal coloured suit with a navy shirt, hair up in a bun. He looked so damn good. “Hey,” Paul greeted with a smile “How was your interview?”

“Really funny actually. Hey man,” Joe smiled at Drew. The Scot couldn’t keep his eyes off him, especially in that sharp suit. “Well, guys I’ve gotta head on but probably see you Monday.” They said their goodbyes and both men watched Drew leave. Joe felt so awkward walking in like that, especially after the events of the last weekend. “I just need to grab my bags. I’ll come up to yours soon. Don’t want anyone seeing us together.”

Paul left. Joe watched him take the elevator. Immediately, he left the hotel. He could see Drew walking towards the parking lot.

“Drew!” He called out, trying not to be too obvious. The Scot stopped and waited for him. “Hey, I’m sorry about that back there.”

“I thought you guys split up?” He questioned, looking a bit miffed. “We did but we’re working things out…I just don’t want things to be awkward or anything?”

“Only if you make it.” He said, trying to make light of the situation even though he was disappointed to say the least.

“OK cool, I”ll see you Monday.” Joe grabbed His bags behind reception and headed up to Paul’s room.

“Well that wasn’t awkward at all was it?” Paul didn’t even say hello when Joe arrived. “I guess it was bound to happen sometime.” Joe responded, setting his bag down. “Never mix business with pleasure.”

“We do,” Paul said wrapping his arms around Joe’s waist. “You look great in this suit.” He said before kissing him. “I’m gonna get out of this workout gear and shower. When I come back, I want you naked and waiting for me down on the floor.” He said pointing to a spot in front of the sofa. “As you wish Sir.”

“Good boy.” Paul said smacking his ass as he walked into the bathroom. Joe smiled to himself. There was just something he loved about being a “good boy” for Paul. He went about changing out of his suit, hanging it neatly in the closet and getting down on his knees in the exact spot that he had been instructed to. He listened out for when Paul would be finished in the shower as to mentally prepare himself for whatever he had in mind to do. He kept his head lowered, focusing on the carpet below, eyeing the small details in the pattern until he heard Paul pad towards him, barefoot. He was holding a belt.

“Good boy.” His tone was almost seductive “Now, hands crossed behind your back.” He instructed before he yanked Joe up so he was kneeling upright. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at Paul’s touch and they intensified as he secured the belt around his neck. “Feel OK?”

“Yes Sir.” Paul held onto the longer end of the belt edging Joe mouth towards, his erect cock. Joe opened his mouth immediately and took the length. Paul let out a pleasurable groan from above as he took a firm grip of the belt, tightening it more as he began to fuck Joe’s mouth. He had no choice but to keep his mouth open. Trails of drool escaped as Paul continued. He loved to hear Joe gagging on his cock and it was even sexier that he had him on a leash of sorts. “I’m gonna cum on the back of your throat and you’re gonna swallow it all right?” Paul said firmly, asserting himself while he adjusted the belt holding it on either side around the back of Joe neck, effectively forcing him to go balls deep. Joe eyes shot open due to the impact and his hands freed themselves.

“Aah aah! Hands behind your back!” Joe did as told, fidgeting away as he began to choke on Paul’s cock. At that very moment, he shot his load into the back of his throat. Joe struggled to swallow, leaving trails of cum and saliva to fall from his mouth as Paul let him go. Joe continued to cough, doubled over on the floor breathless as Paul hovered above. “Went a bit too hard on you there did I?” He knew he did. It was his way of making Joe feel worthless and small. Maybe he did it because he was still mad about the Drew situation?

Paul ordered in some food and they settled down on the sofa in front of the TV for the rest of the afternoon. As usual, it wasn’t that long until Joe started nodding off as he rested his head on Paul’s chest. Paul set his hand gently on the back of his head and thought about how lucky he was right now. He thought about how easily he could have blown things earlier that week. He had to be careful now, maybe go a little easier initially. In the midst of his thoughts, he had a notification on his phone. Joe awoke looking around him, trying to get his bearings. “It’s just my phone baby, sorry.” The young man shifted his position, sitting upright on the sofa, knees to his chest. “You OK?”

“Just tired, think I over ate.” He confessed, sweeping his hair back. “What’s your plan for the rest of the weekend?”

“A little admin here and there but mostly just take it easy with you.” Paul told him, his eyes soft. Joe smiled. He wished he could see that gorgeous smile more often. He loved the little gap in his front teeth and his cute dimples. Paul reached out. “Give me your foot.” The smile lessened. All Joe could remember was his begging and crying for Paul to stop last week when he was carrying out a little foot torture. “I want to give you a foot rub.”

“That’s all?” He checked. “I like to do nice things too for you baby, It’s not all about pain.” Slowly Joe stretched out his right leg, resting his foot on Paul’s abdomen. He flinched as soon as he touched it. “You’ve gotta relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He assured him. “Sorry, I’m just naturally ticklish.” He tried to relax as Paul went about gently massaging the sole of his foot. “That’s nice.”

“One thing you’ve gotta realise is that there can be just as much pleasure as there is pain in this relationship babe. I know you’re still learning but you’ll see that as time goes on.” Joe began to relax into the sofa, a small smile spreading across his face. “One thing I do want to do more of is get you over to my place. It was nice having you there.”

“Nice because you happen to have your own dungeon there?” Joe remarked. “That amongst other things. We felt free y”know? None of this sneaking about when we’re on the road.”

“I know.” Joe felt deflated. He hated hiding their relationship. He wanted to do regular things that couples do with Paul but that was a no go. “It’s so frustrating.”

“I know baby. I feel the same. Maybe if you want to come out to mine just after Summerslam. We could maybe make it a fortnightly thing. That and, I’ve been thinking over the last few months about buying a place in Tampa to be closer to the Performance Centre.”

Joe eyes lit up. “Really?”

“I’ve been playing with the idea now for a while and with you living there already, would make things easier for us. What do you think?”

“I’d love that. We could see each other more often.” Paul was happy to hear that Joe was into this idea. “Well I guess it’s settled then. I’ll start looking.” Joe moved forward, towards Paul and kissed him passionately.

“I love you.” He said pulling away, looking into Paul’s eyes. This new sign of Paul’s commitment as well as his confessions since the night before had lit a new fire in him.

“Let me fuck you.” He simple said before Paul kissed him back. He positioned himself on the couch, kneeling, leaning onto the back while Joe slid into the bedroom to retrieve the lube. He could see the excitement in Joe eyes. This was a rare treat for him but one he hoped would become at least that bit more frequent now that there was a better understanding between both men. Paul groaned and Joe prepared his entrance. It already felt so good. Gently he started to force himself in. “Aww baby, that’s it.”

“You like that?” Joe knew he did. He slid in further, the feeling of Paul’s walls closing in around his cock, giving him a high he rarely felt. He took a firm hold of Paul’s pelvis and began to fuck him hard. He knew Paul could take it. He took in each and every one of Paul’s moans and groans. “Aah fuck!” Paul let out as Paul drove him over the edge. It only made Joe fuck him harder, thrusting with as much force he could until his seed exploded into Paul’s hole, trying to keep a hold of him as his body trembled in orgasm. “Christ….”He breathed as he stood back, watching Paul lower to the sofa, spent. Joe knelt on the floor next to the sofa. “Thank you.” He smiled.