#but of course silver is a fuck around and find out type of guy

[etoilesombre]

The age difference between Silver and Flint came up earlier, and now I'm thinking about it.

I think we are supposed to see Silver as somewhere in his mid 20s. Flint is at least 10, and probably more like 15 or 20, years older, and has been one of the most famous and feared pirates for the past 10 years. And I'm just thinking about how we make fun of Silver for thinking such crazy things about Flint, but, assuming Silver had been in or familiar with the American colonies or the West Indies, he would have been hearing stories about Flint since his adolescence. He very possibly *thinks* of Flint as a competent adult to his child, even if that is no longer the case. Is it really such a stretch to think that he controls the weather? Literal legend.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 🍒

Sometimes love doesn't make sense.

Tags/Warnings: Tattoo artist/Piercer Jungkook, Pastel!Reader, opposites attract, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, suggestive flirting, adult themes but no smut, consensual hand holding

Length: ~4k

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"Uhm-" you wonder, stepping inside the store to be greeted by the guy you know as Jimin.

"Hi, my friend has an appointment?" you say, and the artist stands up and walks closer. Your friend stays close to you, buzzing with the excitement of getting her first tattoo ever- too shy to say anything.

When it comes to that, you're a little ahead of her. As long as the person isn't intimidating, you're fine talking to them, asking for help or anything alike.

"Yeah, it was the dragon on her back, right?" and your friend nods. "I've got it all prepared already. Wanna come downstairs with me, I'll explain the rest of it there?" Jimin kindly says, taking her coat and leading her downstairs where you assume everyone works. "Oh, you can just wait in the back there, or stroll around town. It'll take a while." he says, and you nod, a bit unsure now after being left alone.

"Hm?" a voice chimes up, before he speaks again. "Oh, Thought I heard something." the guy comes into view, and suddenly you can't talk.

This is what you can't talk to.

Intimidating? Heavy boots and black clothes, silver chains and piercings and a fully inked sleeve including his hand present themselves to you, muscles free since he's only wearing a black sleeveless top that should be illegal for him to wear. His smile is the friendliest you've ever seen, reaching his eyes and his slightly wild hair just makes him look even better, sides buzzed down to mere millimeters left- you want to disappear from the earth and his memory forever.

Fuck. He's looking like every goth-girl's wet dream while you're dressed in a pastel colored dress and thick knee high socks to keep your feet warm in this cold weather. Great.

"You can sit here in the back with me, otherwise you'll catch a cold from all the cold air blowing in every time the door opens." he recommends, pointing to a couch in a corner that you assume is where they all spend their breaks. Awesome, he's a gentleman as well it seems, making it all even worse for you. "You want something to drink? I've got tea or coffee." he wonders, and you meekly press out a 'tea, please.', making him chuckle.

He probably thinks you're nothing more than a child, with the way you look so out of place.

You envy your friend in that department. She's got piercings, she knows cool friends, she has exciting stories to tell. Meanwhile you sit at home and knit sweaters and blankets, help out at the local animal shelter because you get to pet the cats and dogs all day, or work at the library where you aid tourists find the town's guide.

"Your friend was the tall girl, right?" he asks, coming in with two cups, one of which he sets down on front of you. "I'm Jungkook by the way." he introduces himself, smiling before he leans back in his seat. Of course he's interested in her, you think. She's exactly his type, though he looks quite a few years older than her.

Well- the least you can do is help her find a date.

"Ah, yeah, she's my friend. Best friend." you say, pulling the cup of tea closer. "Thank you, for the tea." you say politely, and he grins in front of you.

"No problem." he waves off.

"She's uh.. She works at a car-uh.. She does those paint jobs. Like, those complicated one's that look realistic and all that." you try and explain. "I.. Forgot what it's called though. But uhm.. You can ask her later maybe?" you say, and he shrugs, setting down his cup before he smirks impishly, tongue playing with his lip ring in a manner that you can only describe as illegal.

"I probably could do that-" he starts, before he tilts his head a little to the side, body leaning forward. "-but I'd rather get to know you a little more." he wonders, and you almost choke on your tea- but you're composing yourself. "Maybe I could start by asking if you've got a boyfriend?"

Well, so much for composing yourself.

Your wide eyes look at him scandalized, and he giggles at the sight of it. "I- uh, no, I mean no I don't have one, to be honest-" you laugh a bit nervously. "-guys don't.. I- most guys don't really look my way, you know. So I thought, you know, considering-" you motion up and down towards him, "-you'd be more interested in my friend." you ramble, and he just shakes his head, smiling.

"I mean, she seems nice- but, I don't know either." he shrugs. "Something about you- it's hard to explain."

You shift a little on the spot now, unsure what to do in a situation like this. Typically, you shut down guys quickly, scared of what's to come. But you also don't want to keep doing exactly that- not when you've got the chance of something right in front of you like that. For the first time, someone's actively interested in you. Someone who seems nice, that is.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, by the way." Jungkook suddenly rips out of your thoughts. He leans back again, giving you space, and it makes you feel a little deflated. Did you blow it already? Oh god you screwed it over, didn't you?

"No, you're not, don't worry." you say, looking down. "I just.. I'm not used to this. I'm usually always the wingman instead- or.. Wing-woman?" you think, and he laughs.

"Hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it." he says, still friendly. "So, I'm wondering- any tattoos? Piercings?" he wonders, and you nod- instantly making his eyes sparkle in interest. "Oh- can I ask what it is, or do you want to let me find out later?" he says, and you instantly turn red, making him laugh. "Sorry, sorry- I'll stop, promise." he waves off. "..for now."

You laugh at his antics, unable to keep a straight face by now. "You seem like you know your way around with girls." you say without thinking, before you hurriedly correct yourself. "I-I mean I don't mean that your like, a fuckboy or something or- maybe you are that's fine too! I don't judge but- oh god.." you put your head in your hand. "You know what? I'll just wait here for her, I'm so sorry." you mumble more or less.

But much to your surprise, he simply laughs, head thrown back for a second before he grins at you, front teeth slightly protruding, giving him a bunny smile.

"You're so cute, I swear." he says, shaking his head. "I- is it okay if I ask for your number?" he wonders, and you look at him for a good moment, squinting your eyes as if you test to see if he's serious.

"I.. Sure..?" you say, pulling out your phone with all the different charms attached. He grins and shakes his head amused, though clearly excited as you type in your number into his phone before calling yourself to make sure it's correct.

"So!" he grins. "Since your friend is gonna still be out of order for a good four hours downstairs," Jungkook stands up to hold out his hand. "You up for some boba for our first date?" he asks, looking down at you even though you're standing as well by now.

And you nod, walking next to him through the slight October fog outside in town, his hand warming up yours.

You don't even realize how.. easy it feels, right away. His hand holding yours is not demanding, giving you the option to let go at any point, but you don't mind holding it. It's warm, comfortable, and it also makes you wonder if that's something he enjoys. Did he date a lot already? He certainly looks like he got the choice, girls probably falling for him fairly easily.

Well.. you're already trusting him too. How ironic.

"Just tell me which one you want, I'll go order." he says later, holding out a hand in case you lose balance as you clean off the rain from your boots as to not bring it all into the small store. "I'll pay too by the way, no but's!" he grins, while you look up at him with a pleading look.

"No, I'll give you the money back for mine." you say.

"But then it's not a date!" he argues back, a whine in his voice as if to mock the way you just spoke to him. "then it's just- two people getting a drink at the same time."

"what's so bad about that?" you laugh, crossing your arms without thinking- an action he playfully copies, pushing out his chest, fabric of his jacket stretching over his biceps.

"That it's not a date!" he says, before laughing as he relaxes, talking more quietly now with a lower, more serious tone. "Alright, in all seriousness though, I'd still like to pay even if there's no date." he tells you.

"I- no, a date is fine, it can be a date.." you say. "I just don't want to.. Come off as a leech for taking your money if you end up not liking me-" you ramble, and he smiles warmly, holding your shoulders before his warm palms touch your cheeks for a second.

"You're overthinking too much." he giggles, before letting go of you. "right now, I like you very much. And even if we don't end up working out, I'm not that kind of guy to go around and talk shit about people." he shrugs.

You sigh at that, before pointing towards an item on the menu. "..can you- I don't like that much ice in mine.?" you say, and he nods, before walking towards the worker to order.

He's oddly okay with you, you've noticed.

Normally, people and especially guys get frustrated easily due to the fact that you've got trouble deciding things, or that you don't like ordering, or that you quickly feel bad because your brain thinks the worst about every single word that's said to you. But he seems nice enough, doesn't come off as annoyed or anything. Despite his way of talking and his outer appearance, Jungkook feels nice to have around.

You wonder how a guy like him can be single.

Or maybe he isnt? Maybe he's into the BDSM scene, a swinger, or in an open relationship, and he just want to offer you a threesome? He looks like he might be into that stuff, like a dominant guy that enjoys taking control over his partner in the bedroom. Does he tie people up? You've seen stuff like that before, and it's not something you'd be opposed to if he'd be the one to-

Wow, alright, exit was three miles ago.

"Everything alright?" he chuckles, snapping you out of your thoughts, amusing him as he notices the way you turn red. "Been staring at my ass? Can't blame you, honestly." he jokes, making you hit his shoulder playfully before you take your plastic cup from him. "Hey, this might sound super shady and you don't have to say yes-" he starts, stepping out the small store with you where it had started to snow again. "-but I've got my apartment a few minutes from here, and it's freezing cold, so-" he takes your hand and looks down at you. "-you wanna go to my place?"

You're nervous now, more than ever. Thoughts are entertaining, they're safe and most of all yours and not real, but the prospect of potentially going into an apartment you don't know, with a guy you don't know, is scary. What if he's actually a serial killer, or really into BDSM and you'll get involved in some shady fifty shades stuff-

"-you really don't have to say yes. We can just go back to the Tattoo shop and talk there, I don't mind." he reassures, and you still don't answer. "What's worrying you? Maybe I can help."

"I-" you start, unsure, and fingers already hurting from the cold cup as you both walk outside the small store, walking side by side. You enjoy this a bit more- without holding his hand, you feel safer having a discussion like that. "-you know, guys only take girls to their place for.. Stuff, and I'm not like that, but I also kind of want to be but at the same time it's scary-"

"Hey, no, I'm not out for blood if you mean that." he chuckles, holding out his arm to make sure you wait until a car has passed the road you're both trying to cross. "Like, I'm not gonna lie and say I've never had one-night-stands or quickies or whatever, but right now I'm interested in you, first and foremost." he explains, his rather blunt words causing an elderly lady to turn her head scandalized as she walks past. "Also, I'm into begging. I'll only fuck you if you ask nicely." he smirks down at you next to him, before laughing out loud at your wide eyes and red ears.

"I-" you struggle to form words. But you're also horribly cold. "Alright then. I mean not the fucking part, at least not right now maybe sometime in the fut- where was your apartment again?" you stutter, and he grins so hard his eyes almost close.

"You're so fucking cute, my god." he shakes his head, before taking your hand again. "It's right down this road." he simply tells you, before you both find yourself in front of an apartment building where he takes you upstairs to his door. "Ah, I didn't clean up, by the way. It's a bit chaotic." he sheepishly offers, before the door opens.

It's warm, inviting. Doesn't smell bad, and it's not as chaotic as he told you it would be, Jungkook walking inside before you walk around, inspecting the apartment.

"I've put your boots in my shower, in case you're wondering where they are." he says after emerging from his bathroom, opening a window a little to air out the apartment. "make yourself at home, don't be so stiff." he chuckles, smiling when you visibly relax.

He sits close to you on the couch, but keeps a respectful distance between the two of you. He watches as you inspect a hole in a blanket he's got on the couch, shrugging. "My friend has a dog. Small little shit tore a hole in there, but it's still good so I keep the blanket."

"It's an easy fix." you say. "If you take those two parts of the yarn and then those, you can just tie them together so it doesn't rip open any further." you explain, and he tilts his head a little.

"Oh? Do you knit?" he wonders, and you nod.

"I.. My hobbies are kind of lame. I knit, and I help at the shelter a little away from the town. Other than that, I just.. Kind of exist in my apartment." you tell him. "I work at a library near the main train station. So, I'm not really interesting." you say, while he shakes his head.

"Don't say that. I think that's all pretty cool." he reassures. "Sounds like you've made a cozy life for yourself. That's pretty impressive considering today's times." he says. "I've always been.. Unsatisfied. With almost everything." he shrugs, leaning back, socked feet resting on the edge of his couch you're both sitting on.

"How so?" you wonder, taking a sip from your drink, before putting it back onto the small table.

"I don't know." he explains vaguely. "I guess I always had way too big dreams and aspirations. And now that I'm at that age I back then wanted to be, I feel like I wasted all my time with nothing but short-lived successes and people who only wanted me for the moment."

"Kind of.. Reminds me of myself." you giggle. "I.. When I was young, even a teenager, I always said I won't have kids. But these days, I kind of think, in the future I want them. Not right now, but one day. I wanna have a family and stuff, live in a house and have a dog and a cat and a husband and all that." you giggle. "like I said, not right now- but in the future."

"Hmhm. I never wanted to marry either. Thought that's just bullshit." he says. "But now, after seeing some of my friends have that, I'm envious. I want that too. A partner for life, I mean. A boring life." he says.

You hum a reply, nodding to yourself, a bit of quietness falling over the both of you, before he moves again, sitting down more comfortably turned towards you.

"I.. Would really like to get to know you. Seriously, I mean." he starts explaining. "Like I said, I.. Don't know what it is exactly, but you're.. Fuck you make me all weird." he laughs. "I wanna stay in contact with you, if you'd like. We could watch a movie? Only Netflix, no deep-throating during commercial breaks, promise!" he jokes, before adding, "..except if you're up for it." he giggles when you hide your face for a good second, laughing.

"I don't even know how to do that!" you laugh, making him raise his eyebrows while playing with his lip ring.

"Oh I can teach you, don't worry about that." he teases.

"I'm sure you can.." you mumble more or less, sipping on your drink. But your sentence seems to make him curious, eyes gaining a challenging glimmer as he leans forward.

"No no no, let's rewind a bit there." he says. "Just so I know where I'm at. You a virgin?" he wonders, and you pull your legs closer to yourself.

"..no." you shrug. "But.. I highly doubt I'm as adventurous as you." you tell him, making Jungkook smirk a little, as if challenged.

"Are you? What do you think I'm into then?" he wonders. "I've got a feeling you've made up your mind about me more than I thought."

"I mean, I don't know?" you say. "You.. It's not that hard to have more experience than me. I only had sex like.. Twice, and it's honestly not really for me." you shrug. "it's weird to.. Ugh I don't know."

"No, you do know, you just don't want to say it out loud." he clears up for you, making you nod. "Did you ever have an orgasm?"

"Jungkook!" you bark out scandalized, making him raise his hands in playful defense.

"What? You gotta ask these days, men are shit in bed most of the time, I have to admit that!" he laughs, shamelessly talking about this as if it's nothing but the weather outside. "So? Did you?" he wonders, and you shrug. "So you didn't?"

"I- don't know!" you say, a little glad you can finally talk to someone about it, hesitation finally breaking as you get the chance to make your frustration some room. "It's different when I do it myself. Like, then I'm pretty sure I have one? But when I had sex it was different, like I was almost kind of there but also not.." you lean your head on the backrest of his couch.

"Sounds like you didn't then." he tells you. "See, there's women out there who can't cum from penetration at all. The key ingredient is being fucking attentive." he explains. "I got more than just my dick, is what I'm trying to tell." he says, wiggling his fingers in front of his face, several rings adoring some of them- and you laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to get me to have sex with you right now." you joke, but he just shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking against his cheek for a moment.

"I'd fuck you any day you'd let me." he simply answers, eyes on yours. "After all, I gotta check out those tattoos you said you have." he flirts, and you move around a little, air between you both getting thicker. At this point, you can't deny the attraction. And with the way he talks and treats you, you're sure you'd let him prove his point as well. Right now. No regrets.

He notices the way your eyes fall to his lips, getting attached at the silver piercings there for a good moment, before you find his warm eyes again. And even though he really did not intent to be so forward so fast, he still scoots closer, tests the waters, places his arms on either side of you before the tip of his nose almost touches yours.

"Been wondering for a while now.." he starts, licking his lips before he looks down to yours, face tilting a bit as he looks at you. "..what flavor that lipgloss might be." he jokes, before he can't help himself.

You've not been kissed often in your life, not even in relationships. But you know for a fact that there's no experience comparable to the way he kisses you- not only his lips, but also his hands craving you it seems, making you feel completely under his spell. He's not just kissing you with his lips. He's using his hands, his tongue, knows clearly how to create a moment.

Your phone rings.

His rings soon after.

He laughs- and so do you.

It's a little awkward for a second, before he sends a message informing his coworker that you're on your way back, his grin still evident, never vanishing it seems. "so..?" you wonder having stood up to go grab your coat.

"So?" he parrots back, standing up as well to walk closer to you.

"What flavor is it?" you shyly try and flirt, and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you again, just a peck, and another, and just one last one before he parts with laughter.

"I'd say cherry-" he grins, watching you tie your boots in his hallway before he cages you in at his front door again the second you stand back up, unable to resist you now that you gave him the chance to taste you.

"But let me make sure I got it right."

[14thcommander]

moment's silence || hange zoe x reader

cw: smut, 18+ ONLY. oral, dirty talk, age gap (8 years), reader is a baby gay, nb! hange, afab! reader. based on this post.

“Can I eat you out?”

The words escape from your mouth before you can stop them. Hange pauses the movie currently playing on the television before you – Jaws 2 would have to wait. It’s not like they were particularly invested in the narrative, anyway.

Hange was fine with this night going down a soft and romantic route, just cuddling on their sofa would be fine. Although this new path seems unexpected, they can’t hide the excitement in their eyes. They finally turn to look at you, eyes big and doe-like under the soft blue halo coming from the screen. They like you like this, soft and spontaneous. Youthful. The eight year gap that attempts to separate the two of you surely kicks in, sometimes. 

“Uh, sure. Why so out of the blue, though?” They ask, as a soft chuckle leaves their mouth. A soft hand finds its way towards your face, softly caressing your cheek. You shiver under the coldness of the silver rings wrapped around Hange’s thin fingers, and they pretend not to notice. 

“Um, I don’t know.” You giggle nervously under their gaze, aiming your stare towards the paused movie. There’s nothing special about thai night – except for the fact Hange is wearing a suit. The occasion called for it, apparently: a few hours earlier, you visited a new art gallery downtown.

After a beat or two of silence, you speak again: 

“I just really want to taste you.”

Your confession almost makes Hange moan out loud, which causes their teeth to sink on their bottom lip – not in a “I’m trying to seduce you” type of way, but in a “I have no words for this, and I don’t want to let my body react for me” way. 

Zoe is a few years older than you, much more experienced – in a few different ways. They’ve had their fair share of sleeping with beautiful women in their life… you, not so much. You were not a virgin when you met Hange, you just hadn’t realized until that point that your romantic and sexual interest went way far than just sleeping with men – and pretending to like it, most of the time. 

It’s been a couple of months since then: you’re taking things slow – or trying to. Hange wants to do this right, for you. They don’t want to scare you away, or overwhelm you. It does take a lot of self control when you pull shit like this, though. 

“So?” You ask, feeling your heart in your throat. There’s many thoughts clogging your brain right now: what if they don’t want this, what if I’m pushing them, was I too quick, or maybe too slow, I don’t know what I’m doing–

“Of course, princess.” They whisper, coming closer to you. 

Hange’s lips are soft against yours, delicate even. Their kiss never fails to sweep you off your feet, as you feel like you’re floating. You hum against the kiss, sliding your tongue against theirs. Eventually, you leave their lips unattained in order to place open-mouthed kisses on their neck. 

You climb on their lap, spreading your legs on top of them. This feels so good, Hange thinks. I should definitely say it out loud, let her know how good she is. Your curious hands travel through their body, warm and possessive: you travel this new territory with so much desire, it’s almost suffocating. All Zoe can come up with is a weak…

“Fuck” They whisper once you climb down from them, knees hitting the carpet beneath you. 

Shortly before opening their pants, you move the fabric of your dress down, so your tits are freed from its confinement. Is this the right move, though? Guys usually seemed to like it… I hope they don’t notice I have no idea what I’m doing, you think . 

“Is this okay?” You ask, looking up at them with darkened eyelashes. Hange can’t stop thinking about how they want to melt your makeup away, make a mess of you. Eventually, they think. Not tonight. 

“Yeah,” They reply, voice sounding hoarser than they intended “Go ‘head.”

With hunger dripping from your eyes, you move their pants down, along with the plain black boxer-style panties they were wearing. Meanwhile, Hange takes their blazer off and starts unbuttoning the white dress shirt they were wearing. 

“You’re so attractive.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper, as you start heatedly placing kisses on Hange’s thighs. They sigh, as a pink tint starts blossoming on their cheeks. 

You mean it: Zoe has this unique appearance to them, one that just lures you in even more once you get to know them. Hange is everything you’ve ever wanted, but you still don’t have the heart to tell them that. 

Instead, what you do is place your hands on their knees, carefully spreading their legs and exposing what you’ve been dying to taste this whole night. Hange’s pussy is better than what you’ve been imagining for the past few months, better than what you’ve been picturing when playing with yourself. They’re not shaved or waxed, but they are carefully trimmed. You lick your lips in excitement when you realize how wet they are – and it’s all for you. 

You place a kiss on their clit, an experimental one. Then, another one. Looking up at them, you lick a single stripe from their entrance towards their needy clit. They taste good, so good. This is so much better than I expected, we should have done this before…

“Oh God, yeah, just like that.” They purr, voice sounding restrained and snapping you out of your thoughts, only to make you realize you’ve been making out with their clit. 

Experimentally, you suck on it, which causes Hange’s head to tall back against the sofa’s armrest. You part their lips to give you better access to their bundle of nerves, lapping at it – slowly, and then building up the speed and pressure. 

“Feels so good.” They whisper, hands gripping the back of your neck – and, for  a moment, Hange wonders if this is too much. Their worries go away as suddenly as they came when you moan against their pussy, diving even deeper between their thighs. 

Now, you’re sucking and slurping on them, nails carefully raking against the soft skin of their inner thighs, and Hange thinks – no, actually knows – this is what heaven feels like. With you, on your knees, willingly pleasuring them. They already feel addicted to you. 

Zoe looks like a mess: hair all over the place, glasses lowering on the bridge of their nose, and tanned skin sweaty. 

“Fuck, fuck.” they whine, moving their hips against your face – which seems to make you happy, given the fact you moan against their clit. “Yeah, I’m almost there, don’t stop.”

You tap on their thigh, showing you understand their request – you keep the same amount of speed and pressure, tongue moving against their now puffy clit relentlessly. 

A wave of white-hot feeling travels through Hange’s body, as their body convulses underneath your mouth. Their members go limp, relaxing underneath your touch. They cum choking on your name, letting out a final whine as you try to lick them clean. 

Hange grips your hair, removing you from in-between their legs. They pant, looking at you almost incredulously. 

“You good?” You ask, hair messy and face wet, smiling up at them. 

“Yeah. You?” They breathe, reaching for your body once again.

You nod, straddling their lap, as Hange pulls you in for a kiss. 

“Good. My turn now.”

[blades-bundle]

How they are in the mornings

ft: Kafka, Blade, March 7th, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Seele, Bronya

Kafka

- You'd think she's a morning person, considering her job and how she has to be awake a lot. - No. She hates mornings. - She's a HUGE cuddle bug, though. - Kafka will be holding you tight and trying to drag out the morning as long as she can. - She'd much rather spend the mornings in bed with you than heading out on another adventure because of Elios Script. - She also has either herself, Blade, or Silver Wolf make you both coffee when she's finally done holding you hostage pffft. - "Mmh... Good morning, baby..." - Her voice is soft and sweet, but also partially gravelly.

Blade

- He's very cuddly. Like. Look at that man and tell me that despite his personality he isn't a cuddle bug. - He is touch starved asf. (Maybe I'm projecting, who knows?) - Blade is the typa guy to actually be really affectionate when tired, even if he isn't typically. - When he's tired, he isn't worrying about what he's supposed to say or do. - He just.. does. - "Quit squirming... it's too early for this... Let me hold you closer..." - He definitely has a very hot morning voice. - Yeah, he knows it too.

March 7th

- She is very 50/50. - Either she's up at the sunrise, waking you up to make you both hot cocoa and watch it. - Or she's dead asleep with you well past noon. - It really depends on how tiring the trailblaze mission was. - She's cuddly when she's falling asleep, but this girl moves a shit ton when she's actually asleep. - Like. A lot. - Expect to be kicked lmfao. - She'll apologise a lot afterwards tho aksjgfkjdsg - "I'm so sorry! Here, let's cuddle and watch a movie to make up for it, mk?"

Dan Heng

- He sleeps like a fucking rock. - On his back, arms either by his sides or across his chest. - Well, unless you're laying on his chest. - Then his arms are around your waist. - ..Or well, unless he's having a nightmare. - He doesn't get them very often, but they're always awful. - Memories of his past always coming back to haunt him. - It's a big relief for him to wake up with you right next to him, trying to help. - It almost completely calms him immediately. - "It's.. okay, dear. I feel much better now that you're here..."

Jing Yuan

- He is a human teddy bear, and no I do not take criticism. - He's so warm and big and just grgrgrgr - His arms are so inviting and he's so gentle with you. - Jing Yuan is the type to run his fingers through your hair to help you sleep while humming some random tune. - He wakes up early in the mornings but always waits til you're awake to move. - Then he makes you both coffee and breakfast. - God his morning voice is so gravelly and deep. - He doesn't even seem to notice the difference unless you point it out. - "Mmh.. My voice? Well I suppose it is slightly lower, haha.."

Luocha

- Smug bastard smh /affec - This fucker is the type to hold you super close on purpose. - He knows what you are. - Luocha makes the best tea in the mornings. - Gives you just the right amount of energy while both tasting good and helping you feel good. - His words, not mine. - He's quite gentle with you, however. - A hand running through your hair as he lays on his back, you spooning his side. - "Such a sweet thing.. Good morning, my dove..."

Seele

- She's a light sleeper, that's for sure. - A habit she's picked up from working with Wildfire. - That doesn't mean she doesn't know how to relax... - It just means she can't sleep well if you move in your sleep. - Not that she would say such to you, of course. - If she wakes up, she just watches you sleep before slipping off herself once more. - Seele finds it endearing, seeing you snuggle into a pillow and mumble under your breath. - She heard you say her name once in your sleep, and she wasn't able to look you in the eye for a bit. - She's just embarrassed pffft. - "Mmh.. Finally awake, sleepy head?"

Bronya

- Miss Ma'am. Why do you have a perfect sleep schedule? - She wakes up and goes to bed at the same time every single day. - She always either makes breakfast for you both or has one of the workers at her estate do so. - Bronya will wake you up gently to have breakfast together and dance to the record player in the living room. - I see her as a hopeless romantic almost. (Maybe I'm projecting idc.) - She's got a soft and light morning voice, but it's still somewhat stern. - Mom friend alert pffft. - "Good morning, dear. Time to get up.. I made breakfast."

[moofuuu]

The Triple S

The Triple Threat~☆

And some headcanons below about these guys!! And I mean all six of them!!

V So a big post if you press past this point!! V

Here's some headcanons and other info I have for my own characters and designs in general to the triple S!! I am very passionate how I represent these guys, and I would like to note that now, before you guys read any further, I AM MYSELF A TRANS MAN!!! I DON'T SPEAK ON MOST PEOPLES BEHALF, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT SOME THINGS MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME OF YOU IDFK

Now without further adoo, let's get on with the headcanons and information about the hedgehog's!!!

Sonic Headcanons

He/Him! Bisexual!

24-25 yr old

People say his boobs are growing, and yes I fully agree with that, and yes I do prefer him as a Trans man... but I love the idea of a strong muscle man with Trans scars is so goddamn UGH ♡♡♡

Sonic is getting built, growing some more muscles, and getting stronger with each series and or game!! It's the reason he's getting so big!!

He's also had both surgeries!

Top and bottom scars and also he's way more like the cocky type if you think Archie comics a bit, but of course he cares for his friends!! A whole lot actually and plays around with them too.

Amy gave him those knee and elbow pads to prevent a whole lot more scraping

even though it doesn't help much It still looks nice and it fits him, and the amount of times he slides against the grass and grounds a lot, of course he's gonna rely more on the knee pads a lot.

He wears hiking boots/shoes because they last way more longer than regular running shoes! It's something he prefers and well, the kicks have a lot more "oomf" to them when he does kick with those boots of his.

It takes a lot to take him down!! He's not your average soft man or gentle guy, he's more of your tough brother and he does get emotional!! But it's not usually the way you'd typically think, for he just gets a bit more colder to the shoulder when it's a serious situation with a more cutting edge.

Sonic's a goofball, just like it shows in the Sonic boom series, he loves just fucking around and doing silly things on the side really.

He's still learning a lot and still has that young college boy mentality to be honest.

Also well versed in close combat because of his best friend and rival Knuckles! He learned some moves from him when they met and all!

He has hyperactive ADHD!!

Sonic is a close combat character!! He prefers to fight his enemies as close as he can as he can hit powerful kicks and can throw powerful punches.

Has PTSD

His relationship with Shadow is mostly rivalry, and the two butting heads all the time!!! But never actually hanging out casually as Shadow refuses to hang out with him, and Sonic is fine with that; besides, he gets on his nerves intentionally... Never unintentionally, and the two of them know when to take matters seriously. He also thinks Shadow has a thing for someone, but he ain't no gossip-er... though Rouge brings that out of him, and he hates it.

His relationship with Silver is casual rivalry, but he can't even trash talk with him!!! He takes things to literally and doesn't even understand half the words he's saying!!! It's like he's an old man!! But Silver isn't even the oldest of the three!! In fact, the youngest and yet Sonic can never find himself having fun trash talking to the guy, but he is fun to hug though and a great listener...

Shadow Headcanons!

Any pronouns

• [Usually default to he/him though]

Demiromantic

30-50 yrs old

He doesn't really know nor really cares to know. Also, the oldest out of the triple S but not the tallest despite his alien genes.

He's in the middle... though mostly fighting close as he uses guns when necessary. Shadow is a close combat and ranged combat mobian, his muscles mostly in his arms as you need to keep your guns steady and able to handle the recoil in guns in general.

He has a bunch of old accessories! Like old patches from old bands, stickers and magnets but he hides those in small containers because he doesn't want to stick the stickers on anything.

It also usually works in the night!! He can't really work during the day as his black fur sticks out like a sore thumb and he also can't really sleep anyways sometimes.. as his nightmares sometimes gets to him.

If he doesn't have anything to do, he'll be pacing around in his office, wanting something to do, someone to talk to or listen to... but he's not about to go bother someone as his colleagues might be busy. Definitely won't go talk to Sonic as he's annoying.

He wears shades!! Mostly because the sun hurts his alien like eyes sometimes on some days where he pulled all nighters and hasn't seen the light of day.

He definitely has some routine going on as he has too stick to it, he's always so strict on himself because if he isn't, they would only end up thinking to much about their past and they're not about to deal with that.

They look great for their age, it only makes sense though as part of his life was in a tube, grown and raised in space.

After crashing into earth after escaping the A.R.K and leaving Maria behind [against his own will], it traveled the world for a bit, for Maria, for it... for itself as it was curious about the world... but eventually, G.U.N. caught up to him and, with the lack of fighting skills, eventually caught.

His shoes are bulky!!! Being made in the 1950s, there's no way his shoes look that sleek, and I will continue drawing them bulky.. also, I'm keeping the rings to how they originally looked in the SA2. Instead of straight-up rings on the hands... some rims are on the rings as they show that the ring inhibitors can come off.

Shadow is known to keep to himself most of the time and is close to his friend Omega and Rouge

He has autism, PTSD, and a bit of auditory hallucinations..

The hivemind is a part of the reason it's still there, but he destroyed that long ago! Yea, he did, but he's still needs to get used to the sounds in his head about needing to renew his own species.

Relationship with Sonic •

Its relationship with Sonic is... rocky, he gets that he's the hero and everything, supposed to keep the world safe, but he won't leave it alone!!! Of course he's better at everything than him!! Fighting! Guns!! He can do it all! But racing!! Gah!! He won't shut up about it! And how he won't shut up about how much shorter he is... but seriously, it seems like each time they're in the same room, Sonic's goal is to annoy him or get on his nerves... which works each time not going to lie.

Relationship with Silver •

For Silver, his relationship with him and all that, despite being the one to almost kill Sonic when meeting and killing him, he learned a lot, and he's glad to have shown the bad things and bad intentions Mephiles was planning. The fact that he doesn't even try and do anything suspicious either is refreshing... The fact that he holds no judgment to anyone too is something new and refreshing too, meeting Silver was like... for once someone doesn't judge him and just listens... he also lost a best friend, which was Blaze. He gets it.. doesn't he..? Why does he feel this way..?

Silver Headcanons!!!

Pansexual | He/They

20-23 yrs old!

Wears a jacket for warmth, a binder for comfort, and pants for comfort plus warmth as well! He wears these rings to keep his own magic in check, and so it's much easier for him to not always focus on the target he's holding.

From the future, but a devastating one... no matter what he did, no matter what he said!! The future never changed, and it was always some wasteland. He needs to check up on it every once in a while, though, to make sure the future is still the future and that he should figure out how or what to defeat their enemies with!! They don't know specifically or much details but with their small Itty bitty skills of detective work from reading books, they will be able to help at some point... right???

Shortest of the three and lacking muscle, but there's a reason for that!

They are mostly ranged fighter as they rely on their telekinesis a lot and can not fight close for the life of them.. can't even use a gun without being scared of it!!

They are well versed in the books, and had read a lot of things, when they read instructions, they can get it not instantly but with a few trials and errors they can actually perfect the thing they're learning. Cooking? Yes! Baking? Yes! Sewing?? Few pokes by accident but yes!!!

Though his build is small, he's actually pretty brave, as he grew up in an apocalyptic world, learning to scavenge and fast with food and water... learning about plants and all!

He infact... hates the cold but wants to see winter snow... he got way too used to Crisis City and its extreme heats!!! His body is cold like a fridge, but... luckily, he has friends that can keep him warm!

He lost his best friend and sister, Blaze; her sacrifice to sealing away the evil that was in the future and now wears red earrings to represent her. Though... the Blaze he met that's from another realm... reminds him too much of his old sister... though she seems a lot more strict with herself than anything.

Learned most of his knowledge in books!! No matter how bad the writing may have been, he would read it... and tries his best to keep an open mind to a lot of things... Blaze (from his timeline and world) had even helped him read and learn some things from the books.

They're indeed the fluffiest

Has albinism!

Got their powers from when they're young, telekinesis is actually quiet rare!![I rarely see anyone use this and just IMO!!! Concludes to being it a rare super power..]

Telekinesis/Psycokenesis is actually quiet rare, how he got it was through an attack, an attempt was made at his life by flames and Blaze wasn't there to help, but luckily his powers activated in time, blowing away all the flames that threatened him.. though now he's scared still

Has Audhd!!

Introverted as you can't just shove someone into a group of people even though they haven't even been around anyone but ONE person all their life!!

Though he does have lots of interest and loves listening in on everyone's conversation.

He thinks out loud to himself

PTSD as well...

Trust issues after Mephiles.

Relationship with Sonic •

His relationship with Sonic was rocky at first, and he hates how he was so mean to Sonic! Trying to kill him and all for the right reasons!! He swears it was for the right reasons!! He almost did it, and he was so glad Amy was there to stop him... though it was hard to understand at first, but lucky for his open-mindedness, he was able to get over it. Finding out Sonic was actually the good guy and learning that he was actually the one he read in all the books about the legendary blue hero and not the so-called "iblis trigger." To meet your idol and the hero, and he's so calm and nice and oh— never mind he's fighting with his friends again... well, at least he's so forgiving and forgetting... but Silver sure as hell ain't, he hasn't even forgiven himself yet for being so mean to him at first. But he keeps trying to do this trash talk??? Sometimes Silver gets it...

Most times, not getting it one bit. Though his charm and skills are very admirable, and they want to learn it someday.

Relationship with Shadow •

He's the reason he even got out of killing the blue hero in the first place and sure was cold-hearted and rude at first.. even kicked him in the head, but that was well deserved, honestly. But seeing through the lies and actually the original form that Mephiles had taken!! And to learn he was actually manipulating Silver!? Agh! It's hard to read someone, but... Shadow just looks like he needs a friend and someone there to show him it's okay to open up at least a bit! That's what Sonic showed him, and that's what Blaze did too!

Silver can't help but look up to Shadow sometimes though, admiring him and his work and how well organized he is! Better than Silvers chaotic schedule that they try to keep too!! But learning that Shadow had a friend and lost them ... Silver can't help but feel closer to him in some way after learning such detail.

v The Triple Threat v

Scourge Headcanons!!

24-26! He/Him

Bisexual

He's the shortest of the three cause, well, he's a hedgehog! He's insecure bout that, but not as much as you think. He is also a big-time flirt and puts up a big tough guy front. Has commitment issues and also hates really keeping up with any friends, especially after how many times he been fucked over.

But that didn't really seem to stop him getting to more other buddies, Venice and Terios, who's actually not as bad as the rest and actually have been on the same level as him

Terios is intimidating and strong, sure, but he Scourge can never get that guy to get angry at him and it's fair, guy seems like he's been through a lot.

Venice just so happens to come from some future, but he said he was sent back to save the past... but surprisingly, the guy just didn't want to and joined Scourge's ruling.

So his new friends are really okay to say the least, they can care less about others as much as him but no matter what Scourge is still some type of Sonic, so of course he has some respect for his two buddies...

Pathetic really as he can't get over his ex Fiona, and everytime he complains about it Venice is there to slap that outta him, he's not about to go through another pathetic crying session.

Scourge wears all this outrageous stuff because of how he has very much a identity crisis every other week, trying to separate himself and his own looks from Sonic, trying to remove the title of "evil sonic" off of him, gets mad each time he's even referred to the name as he screams out "IT'S SCOURGE!!!" Hating how he's always compared to Sonic as well as he's not at all like him!!

His quills are much shorter but well kept, despite the punkish look to him, he's a lot more cleaner than Sonic himself, as he also likes to plan ahead of time too, but can't really read people well like Sonic though..

Has a dead dad

Ain't as built like Sonic

Just as chaotic, if not worse, and evil at that, who cares about who gets hurt??

Other than his two pals.. don't hurt his two pals.

Venice the mink

21-24 | He/him

Unlabeled.

Despite the looks of it, he's not at all well put together, screaming and yelling at everyone who gets him pissed off, and even dares to make fun of his interests, very closed off as he's always pushing away everyone from him.

Note; as surprising it is, Scourge and Venice are still buddies, though, as their goals in life are really just the same.

Unlike Silver, he doesn't have that pretty privilege that the white hedgehog has, as he always thinks his scar is awful, tanking his insecurities more and how much he hates his looks.. so to combat this, he built his own body to make up the scar he's so insecure about, wrapping what he could in bandages.

He hates seeing Silver and hates how he acts as he sees too much of his younger self in him. He also hates how open they are.

Very much has inner homophobia of himself and has VERY FRAGILE masculinity

Venice would rather get shot in the head before admitting to himself for liking anyone, as he has his feelings locked away deep inside himself so even the smallest fuzziness he feels he would immediately try and push the person away or just be meaner. Self-destruction if you will.

Despite this Terios and Scourge stick by, it's not like they both heard worse and by this point they're starting to learn that Venice's aggressive behavior is also becoming a bit more like aggressive love..

Says lots of death threats to both Scourge and Terios but he can't actually kill Terios, and Scourge, he's why he's okay with being friends with at least a few people.

He hates the other for teasing him so much but it's not like he makes fun of the hedgehog back..

Keeps Scourge alive because Scourge is his kill, no one else's, despite how gay that might sound they're only just friends with benefits and rarely go at it anyways.

His relationship with Terios, he's also somehow less hostile towards the porcupine, but that's because of the power the guy has, and what he's capable of doing.

Terios the porcupine

40 to 50 yrs old

He/him Unlabled.

He's the tallest of the three and is the strongest, waken up too many times and also been resurrected to many times for his own good.

Doesn't like getting into fights much and rather avoid everyone at all costs, but because of Venice and Scourge freeing the guy from his prison, he's tolerant of those two, and ONLY those two.

Full of anarchy baryl, but is weak to the chaos energy from mobius...

He very much has a dad bod and he also just stays out of trouble for the most part because he rather be left alone in nature where no one's there to bug him and actually hurt him... mostly passive and he's also originally a porcupine that was swept off the streets long ago.

A science expirement gone wrong, and left alive for as long as they can... Lucky them, Terios got out, and the island blew. .. well not lucky for them nevermind.

They all said it was for the greater good.. science...

Terios hates technology... not because of his age and non understanding of it...

It's because of how much it terrifies him and actually what the thing is capable of, he's not about to go back and listen to all the humming and buzzing of machines.

Terios sneezes like a dad would, loud and noisy

He rather avoid everyone and everything, not really liking technology or even the city in general.

Has multiple bullet wound scars, but the fur has overgrown them.. but if you touch the body sure can feel them.

He was originally a normal porcupine actually, from the earth instead of space

Not many things can hurt or kill him like his counterpart... he actually died multiple times before but brought back alive each time.

The Triple Threat has a lot more headcanons, but I realize how big this post is getting lol

[duskymrel]

TWST characters as different people i've seen at school

yes most of this is slander

Riddle: The kid who treated being line leader as though he had just been elected President of the United States of America

Ace: Would stand up in class and shout "FOR KOBE" and throw a piece of paper at the trash bin. Would completely miss.

Cater: Filming a fucking TikTok dance in the middle of the school hallway during class transitions. Fucking MOVE, i got places to be. (I walk directly though their tiktok and ruin it)

Trey: That kid who's birthday you know by heart and eagerly await every year because he brings in the BEST desserts. The good kush.

Deuce: Says the stupidest shit in class unironically. Other guys are confused as to how this makes him more endearing but girls fawn all over him.

Azul: Passes by his crush (Jamil) in the hallway and thinks blud will stop and fall madly in love with him at first sight and will declare his love to Azul and it'll be something straight out of a teen girl movie. It ends up playing out exactly like this video: https://www.tiktok.com/@irljigsaw/video/7232906141385215274?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc

Floyd: Kid who only likes Chemistry because he's crazy excited about mixing chemicals and setting things on fire. Anything he makes in a lab he loudly comments on how badly he want's to take a bit fat slurp/bite out of it. (it's me i do this)

Jade: One of the mushroom core girlies. Wears mushroom jewelry, has mushrooms patterns on his clothes, draws them for art class, draws them on his notebooks and binders. It's almost obnoxious but he's forgiven by everyone because he's hot.

Leona: Literally doesn't give a shit about school. Shows up in pajama bottom's and takes the fattest nap right in the middle of Geometry.

Jack: The only nice guy on the football team, girls LUST for him ❤

Ruggie: The only class this kid liked was free and reduced lunch (real)

Kalim: Guy who refuses to eat school food. He's probably got the right idea, that nacho cheese sauce probably causes cancer. Brings the most banger lunches and makes people jealous. (Lunchables, the GOOD fruit gummies, chips, a cookie, and a Caprisun.)

Jamil: In classes where you're not allowed to eat, he's the kid who sits in the back and makes a 9 course Gordan Ramsay approved gourmet meal.

Idia: This was so easy this guy was the anime weebo who wore anime merch every day and sometimes even wore anime wigs to school. He won't admit it but he would Naruto run through the halls in middle school.

Ortho: The cute little innocent babey schnookums who the girls all doted on. Hurt him and you'll get jumped by every girl in the student body. Fuck around and find out type shit.

Vil: Bozo who would literally paint their nails in class and would be doing their eyeliner while the teacher was trying to explain mRNA.

Epel: YEEHAW REDNECK KID. you know who i mean. the one who wears a hat with the American flag on it every day and whenever the teacher tells them to take it off they go on a rant about how unpatriotic the teacher is.

Rook: The only kid who actually liked French class. Tries to rizz people up in the hallway and asks for their Snap but always fails. Maidenless behavior.

Malleus: The tall quiet emo kid who slumps in his chair on his phone, with the bottom resting on his belly. He looks like he's listening to edgy emo music but it's actually tooth rotting cheesy pop music

Lilia: The manic pixie dream girl who will spew the most wise sage advice when asked.

Sebek: Literally one of those girls who's attached to her boyfriend like a parasite. You cannot separate her. Overly loyal and won't stfu. Is like a mix between a golden retriever and a chihuahua.

Silver: I swear on my life he's one of the kids who's been adopted by his entire friendgroup. People love him he's just a likeable person. He makes a new friend and BOOM they've adopted him. You're my son now, boy.

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@heartscrypt i thought specifically of you while writing Azuls

anyways all of these are people i've known i've got irl sources for this. no i won't apologize for all the slander because it's funny.

[venus-lou]

Welcome home Simon

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

MDNI

Tw: cnc, somno, creampie(?), breeding

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: Rewriting this because for some reason everything was cut off. I absolutely love this kink with a touch of breeding *chef’s kiss* Anyways I hope this gif is a bit better quality than the last one. It’s from the cod MW Christmas ad.

Please let me know if the formatting transferred weirdly

This is the lingerie set if you’re curious, I chose this one before it seem comfortable and I’m personally insecure about my body and I love these type of lingerie sets. It makes me feel super sexy but also comfortable in my own body.

👻Simon💀: On the heli, eta 0130.

Alrighty! Stay safe!

You could help but feel giddy at his text, you’ve been lounging in the living room drinking your usual white wine. After a few glasses, you decided to try on your new lingerie set. Skipping the makeup you did a quick simple hairdo after slipping into your new set. It’s more on the comfy side, silky shorts that extenuates your hips and thigh, the top is a simple tank top. But your favorite detail is the back, looking over your shoulder you loved the silver traps, the way the shorts left half your butt out. Sure it wasn’t the typical playboy lingerie but you felt comfortable and sexy anyways. You went back to the living room, cuddling up with your cat “Reaper” drinking the last bit of your wine while you waited for Simon to come back home. You wondered if Simon even remembered the agreement you both had before his departure.

After getting back on base and short debrief with Price, Simon had an hour drive before he could see you. You’re all he could think about, it's been a few months since he was home, since he’s been with you. He couldn’t help but think back to the conversation you both had before he left. After a few year of being together, you guys didn’t shy away from sharing fantasies and trying new kinks with one another. However, he was a bit surprised when you brought up a fantasy you wanted to play out when he came back. In the past, you usually were passed out by the time he came home. Always trying to stay awake, but the exhaustion from your day gets the best of you, only finding Simon next to you in bed once you woke up. He shook his head at the memory of your conversation, you wanted him to come home finding you asleep and use you however he wanted. Of course, you both wanted to set hard boundaries so it could be a pleasurable experience for each other. At the end of the day you both had your set limits and your usual safe word.

Moving his hands down to your pussy he let out a soft groan feeling how wet and needy you are. “Fuck kitten, so wet and ready for me. Such a little whore for me aren’t ya?” Rubbing small circles on your clit , lifting your shirt up to expose more of your body for him. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before soft biting down on them. “Mmmh doll, can’t wait for your perfect tits to fill up with milk. You’ll let me have a taste right?” He mumbled against your skin. Slipping one of his fingers down to your slit before bringing it to his lips wanting to have a taste of your wet pussy. You let out a small moan from the loss of this touch, “don’t worry sweets, I’ll take care of your needy little pussy.” He slipped his finger back down you slit, slowly fucking his finger into your tight little hole, curling his finger just to rub your most sensitive spot. He could feel you tighten and squeeze his fingers as he stretched you out to accommodate his size. Satisfied that his hand was glistening, he laid down next to you lifting one of your legs over his lip. He pulled you close, face to face only pausing for a second to focus on how your chest was rising, letting out soft and steady breathes as you slept.

He took rubbed the tip of his dick, collecting precum on his thumb groaning as he spread it on your lips then slipping his finger in your mouth. Even in your sleep, you wrapped your lips around his thumb swirling your tongue around tasting him. “Sure you aren’t awake sweets?” He couldn’t believe how much you’re responding to his touch. Letting suck his mouth, his other hand guided his hard dick to your slit, spreading his dick with your wetness, nudging your sensitive little bud with every thrust. Letting the tip nudge your hole a few times before his patience ran out. “Si-“ he heard your shaky call for him in your sleep. “Shhh sweets, you’ll let me take care of ya” you nodded nuzzling back into him after you heard him whimper.

After your breathing slowed down to a constant state, Simon could feel his precum running down his balls as he slowly thrusted his dick inside you. He couldn’t believe how tight and snug you felt every time he fucked you. His thrust was slow and deep, not wanting to wake you up. Sliding his hand down your stomach reaching to circle you clit. You clench around him, grinding your hip down on him. “That’s it kitten, cream all over me pretty.” He brought his hand to wrap around your back to bring you even closer to him. Moaning your name, his hips buried himself as deep as possible, grinding down as he filled you full of his cum. Slowing his hips to a stop still enveloped in your warmth he moved strands of hair away from your face. Carefully moving you on top of him, closing his eyes he did one last thrust as he tangled your legs with his drifting off to sleep. He could have sworn he heard you mumble “welcome home Simon”

[noisynaia]

Dreaming of You

Chapter five: I Get High On Your Memory

summary: An otherwise depressing night takes a turn when a pair of warm brown eyes belonging to a charming stranger lock with yours. Years later, at a different time of your life, a certain pair of brown eyes find their way back into your life.

word count: 4.0k 

pairing: Javier Peña x afab!reader 

note: (18+ mdni) No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language.

Can also be read on ao3

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…I get high on the memory that you sent through me

I get high remembering how good you feel

I deliberately think of you

And every little thing you do

I get aroused, high on the cloud whenever I want you…

Javier’s thoughts are all over the place as he leaves the bookstore. Of all the women his dad could have been talking about yesterday, he would never have guessed that it was going to be you. 

He is surprised that you even remember him, but he can’t help but feel glad that you do, because he certainly hasn’t forgotten you. He actually remembers you better than he probably should. He has relived—and gotten off—to the memory of you and your night together, multiple times after he returned to Colombia.    

It had been a good night, and of course he had found you very attractive, but there was something more to it—something about that brief encounter with you back in ’92 that had stuck with him. That night had been different; maybe it was because he was just Javi that night. He had been Agent Peña for so long at that point. But that night with you he was just Javi.

And now you live here in Laredo, married to Bruce fucking Price of all people, looking just as beautiful as he remembers you. Javier doesn’t know what to think about all this or if he even should think anything about it. After all, he doesn’t actually know you.

He does know Bruce, though. He went to school with him. They have never really been friends, and mostly ran in different crowds but they did use to have a few mutual friends. Javier has always found him to be a bit too annoying for his own good. Bruce was the type of guy who had everything handed to him on a silver platter. The kind of guy who never had to work for anything, just effortlessly gliding through life with that privileged grin. 

Javier shakes his head, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter, placing the filtered end of the cigarette between his lips. It’s too fucking early, but he suddenly feels desperate for a drink. He sighs at himself before cupping his hand around the unlit cigarette, flicking on the lighter as he sucks fire into the tobacco, letting the smoke escape through his nose with a deep sigh.

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You roll into your driveway a little past noon, your shifts at the store are never long. You are still a little shell-shocked from your encounter with Javier this morning. You don’t know how you’re feeling, or even how you should be feeling, so you decide to try and not think about him, even though it is difficult.

You lock your car and rush inside, it’s boiling outside and you could really use something cold to drink. You pour yourself a tall glass of lemonade from the fridge before going outside again, but this time to the backyard patio, to drink your lemonade and have a smoke, the book you’re currently reading tucked under your arm. Bailey follows you and lays down at your feet. You smile at her, the heat always tiring her out and she soon starts to snore softly, creating a comforting background ambience.

You start reading, but you have a hard time concentrating. You keep reading the same paragraph over and over, and before long, you have put down your book. Instead, you look out over your backyard. You had no prior experience with gardening, and you are very proud of the few things you have managed to plant and kept alive. Your eyes land on the tall sunflowers that are gently nodding their big, yellow flowerheads in the mild wind. They are your pride and glory, and the first thing you knew you wanted to plant when you moved into the house. You have always loved sunflowers, but now all they do is remind you of Javier again.      

You sigh as you ash your cigarette, so deeply lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear the car pulling into your driveway or the front door opening. You jump a little in your seat as Bruce’s voice pulls you out of your daze as he steps out on the patio. It’s way too early for him to be home—he usually returns around five or six in the afternoon, and often comes back even later than that. You worry that something has happened, but he doesn’t look distressed in the slightest.

“Hey, honey,” he says as he walks over to you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Hey,” you reply, looking up at your husband. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah, but I will have to go back to the office again. We are having some problems with some of the associates in London, so I will have to stay late tonight. I will probably first get home after you have gone to bed, so I thought I would come home and have lunch with you, since I won’t be here for dinner. You haven’t eaten yet have you?” 

“Oh…” You are sad to hear that he has problems at work and that he has to stay late in the office, but it is not unusual; your husband seems to be constantly busy with work. “You should have called before you left. I could have gotten something ready for us,” you say, but he just shakes his head.

“Nah, I wanted to surprise you. Besides, I picked something up on the way—your favorite.”

You smile up at him; it is moments like this that you remind yourself that your life here in Laredo isn’t all that bad. “Sounds good,” you tell him with a smile. 

“Come on, let’s eat. I have about an hour before I need to drive back,” he says, reaching out his hand to help you up from the patio floor. 

You soon find yourself sitting around the dinner table, takeout boxes between the two of you as you eat your lunch.

“How’s your day been?” Bruce asks you as he pours himself some water. 

“Oh, you know, uneventful, like always,” you reply, feeling a knot in your stomach. Your day has not been as uneventful as you claim; you are once again reminded of your meeting with Javier, but you act as if nothing is amiss. It shouldn’t have been an eventful meeting; it’s only your silly mind that makes it into a bigger deal than it is.

“I feel like that’s always your answer,” Bruce says as he sets his water down.

“Well, my days just happen to be uneventful. What do you want me to say?” You say it casually, but you suddenly feel defensive. He knows you don’t have much going on here, and you really don’t know how he expects you to give him a different answer considering your life as it is. He is the one who always shuts down the idea of you getting a ‘real’ job.

You know your life isn’t exciting; after all, you are the one living it. You don’t want to admit it to him, but you are bored, and most of all, you are lonely. It is something you often try to hide from him, yet it’s a feeling you experience daily. You don’t get to see your husband much, and you don’t have any friends here, you’re still the outsider.

It is scary how slowly time passes when you’re feeling lonely. It feels like all you do these days—besides your few hours at the bookstore and your daily walks with Bailey—is sit at home, reading or listening to music, waiting for Bruce to come back home while you smoke too many cigarettes. just trying to keep the dark, gloomy feeling of loneliness at bay, but with little success.

This hour with him, which should be a nice little moment together, somehow managed to be twisted into you feeling sad again. You know that he didn’t have any bad intentions when he said what he said, but his words still manage to hurt you. That is the thing with Bruce: he often says things that hurt you, but then you will feel guilty for feeling hurt because you know that he never means to hurt you on purpose.   

“I don’t know…” he says before strategically filling his mouth with food, avoiding the need to come up with a better answer. The two of you continue eating in silence for a while after this. You hate how quickly the mood has changed; you still feel sad and slightly hurt but try to push through, forcing a smile onto your face.

“At least lunch was a nice surprise.” You break the silence. Bruce smiles immediately at your words, as if the tension from before had never happened.

“I’m glad,” he says, extending his hand over the table for you to take. You mentally sigh, but you take his hand nevertheless, trying your best to smile back at him.

“Listen, I promise I’ll get home early tomorrow, and then I’m taking you out to dinner. We’ll have a lovely evening, okay?” he says, giving your hand a little squeeze.

“Okay.” You respond. It does sound really nice with dinner, and now you’re feeling a twinge of guilt for getting upset. “I just… I just feel lonely, that’s all.” The familiar sting of tears threatens to spill as you admit this; you hate how weak your voice sounds, but it feels good to finally say it out loud, a few tears fall from your eyes and slip down your cheeks.

He squeezes your hand again. “Looks like I’ll have to fly over to get this problem fixed. That was actually what I wanted to tell you over lunch, but I promise I will try to be home more after I come back, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, a little sad that he has to leave again so soon after you have admitted that you’re feeling lonely when you’re so much alone, but you understand it’s his job. Even though he could easily delegate it to someone else, he prefers to do it himself. You’ll take what you can get.

— 

Javier removes his dusty boots before stepping through the screen door and into the kitchen. He pours himself a glass of water and quickly downs it, setting the now-empty glass down on the counter before walking into the living room. He throws himself into one of the comfy armchairs with a sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before fishing out his lighter from his pocket. Absentmindedly, he starts to click it on and off, the little orange-blue flame disappearing and reappearing again and again. He has just finished his work on the ranch for the day, feeling tired and worn out.

He is  alone in the house; Chucho left in the morning for a fishing trip with some of his old buddies and won’t be back for a few days. It feels weird. Javier has never had a problem with being alone before, but Colombia must have changed him. The ranch house feels too big when it’s just him—nothing to distract him from his own thoughts now that the work for the day is done.

Now that he is alone, his thoughts get to run wild, and since he saw and talked to you yesterday, they keep circling back to you. His thoughts keep going back to your night together. The memory of how sweet and peaceful you had looked when he walked back into your bedroom and found you already asleep lingers in his mind. He remembers how badly he wanted to crawl into bed beside you and let sleep overtake him too.

But he had not done that. Instead, he sneaked out, leaving you without even a goodbye. It wasn’t that you didn’t deserve one—because you definitely did. It was just that he just didn’t have it in him. That night with you had been a little too good; he had enjoyed your conversations and your company a little too much. He would be back on a flight to Colombia only a week later, returning to being agent Peña, while the Javi who had been with you would be gone again.

So he had left, picked up his clothes from the floor, and got dressed quickly, but not before picking up your discarded dress and neatly folding the delicate fabric, placing it on the little table next to your dresser. And after that he had left your apartment to become a faint memory to you, but for some reason, he couldn’t do the same with you. You have stuck with him and refused to be forgotten.

You kept tormenting his mind. He figured it must stem from the fact that he had walked out without saying goodbye. Javier might have a reputation as a libertine skirt chaser, and that might also be true, but he was raised better than to leave in the middle of the night like that. 

He doesn’t think he has given anyone flowers since he was a kid, when he gave his mother flowers on Mother’s Day—unless you count a corsage at prom. But he had sent you flowers after that night. When he passed a flower shop and saw the bouquet of bright, beautiful sunflowers, he knew he had to get them for you. You didn’t deserve some pendejo like him walking out on you like that, and if sending you flowers could help his conscience and make him feel less like an asshole, that would be nice too. But most of all, he wanted to thank you for the nice night you had together. It had been a long time since he enjoyed a night so pleasant and carefree, and he honestly didn’t think he has had a better one since.

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, he needs a distraction. In Colombia, he would have gotten himself laid, but he ain’t gonna do that here. Instead, he gets up and walks to the phone, dialing Alvaro’s number to hear if wants to meet him for a drink at El Toro instead.   

—

You are met with the cool night air as soon as you step out of the restaurant, making a cold shiver run over your bare arms and legs. The temperature has dropped significantly in the hours that have passed since you left home, and the over the knee-length slip dress you’re wearing is not doing much to warm you. 

Bruce takes your hand in his, and you begin to walk down the sidewalk to where he had parked the car a few blocks away. You would love it if Bruce offered you his blazer, but doing so doesn’t seem to cross his mind, nor does it seem like he even realizes that you are cold at all. For some reason, you don’t ask him for the jacket, even though you know he would give it to you if you did.

You wrap your free arm around your body in an attempt to warm yourself, trying not to make it too obvious that you’re cold. If only you had been a little smarter, you would have brought a cardigan or a jacket. However, it had been so hot earlier when you got ready that you hadn’t even given it a thought. Bruce begins talking about his upcoming business trip to London, but you aren’t really listening. Instead, you focus on the sound of your heels clicking on the concrete as you try to quicken your pace to make the chilly journey to the car go by faster. Unfortunately, you have little luck, as Bruce doesn’t seem to be in a hurry at all.

You keep your gaze fixated on the pavement, Bruce’s words going in through one ear and out the other as you get lost in your own thoughts. You feel a little bad for not listening to him, but you are tired, and most of what he is saying is just a repetition of things he has already told you at dinner anyway. You had really looked forward to this dinner; Bruce had made it sound like it would be a sort of apology for so often working late and an attempt to make you feel better after confessing that you are feeling lonely here in Laredo. However, it had not been like what you hoped for. He had kept talking about work, no matter how hard you tried to steer the conversation in another direction.

Your eyes focus more on the cracks and crevices in the concrete of the sidewalk than anything else until you hear a man’s voice calling out a little further down the street, making you look up. You immediately recognize the man as Alvaro, one of Bruce’s old friends; they used to play soccer together back in high school. 

You like Alvaro; he’s definitely one of Bruce’s friends that you like best, but it is his companion who catches your eye. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and the same burnt umber leather jacket he wore when you first met him, Javier…

“Price! What a pleasant surprise,” Alvaro exclaims, a smile spreading across his lips as you and Bruce approach the two men. “And the Mrs.,” he adds, offering you a warm smile as you and Bruce reach them. You smile back, trying to appear as normal as possible, but your heart suddenly feels like it is racing at a hundred miles a second.

Your stomach drops as Javier’s eyes meet yours. You feel your grip on Bruce’s hand loosening, and without even thinking about it, you step a little away from your husband, letting your hand slip out of his, and wrap your arms around yourself.

“Hey man. Long time no see,” Bruce says, clapping Alvaro on the upper arm companionably before turning to Javier. “And Peña! I thought I heard something about you coming back, it’s good to see you, man.” 

Javier tears his eyes away from you to look at Bruce. You remember how Javier had asked you to say hi to Bruce for him, but you hadn’t done it. It felt too weird to mention Javier to Bruce. 

“Yeah, you too,” Javier gives him a tight-lipped smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Bruce places a hand on your back, using his other hand to gesture toward the man standing before you. “This is my wife,” he says with a proud smile on his face. You don’t see his smile, though; you’re too dumbstruck at the moment. The feeling of Bruce’s hand on your back while Javier is standing in front of you feels strange. A nauseous wave of guilt spreads through your chest and stomach. You haven’t done anything wrong, but the dream you had about Javier last week is gnawing away at you. You know that you can’t control your dreams, yet you can’t shake the feeling of guilt. The memory of Javier’s touch lingers like an intrusive thought, plaguing you since he reentered your mind.

Bruce tells Javier your name, unaware that the other man already knows it. “This is Javier; we went to school together.” Bruce tells you, and Javier’s gaze shifts back to you. He extends his hand for you to shake, as if the two of you are meeting for the very first time.   

“Nice to meet you,” he says, the deep baritone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. It is as if you’re hit by an electric shock when his big, warm and slightly calloused hand engulfs your smaller one.

“You too,” you answer. You think you manage to sound somewhat normal, despite feeling anything but. You let go of Javier’s hand, but the warm feeling of his touch lingers on your skin, your palm keeps tingling long after.  

“It’s actually perfect timing that we ran into you guys,” Alvaro says before ashing his cigarette. “I’m throwing a little party on the 22nd, you two should come.”    

“Ah, sorry man, sounds great, but I’ll be in England on the 22nd,” Bruce tells him, and they begin talking about that. You are only listening to their conversation with half an ear, feeling a little out of place between the three men. Javier, however, remains silent, his gaze lingering on you every now and then. You can feel his eyes on you, and it sends a strange tingle down your spine. It is first when you hear your name being spoken by Alvaro that you are being pulled out of the daze that Javier’s touch had sent you in.

“Sorry, I think I just got caught in my own thoughts there for a second,” you say, feeling embarrassed to have to admit that you weren’t listening, but Alvaro just smiles friendly at you.

“I just asked if you wouldn’t want to come anyway even if Bruce can’t make it.”

You truly appreciate Alvaro’s friendliness and his efforts to make you feel welcome, but you still know that you aren’t going to attend. He will probably be one of the few people you know there, and the two of you are only acquaintances at most. 

“It sounds nice, but I-” you begin, but you are interrupted by Bruce before you get to finish.

“That is a wonderful idea! You said you felt lonely, right? This will be a good way to make some friends, right, babe?” he says in a tone that is far too cheerful for someone who just openly admitted that their partner is feeling lonely. You know that he means well, but you feel your stomach drop and embarrassment wash over you. You had shared your feelings of loneliness with him in confidence, and even though you know it isn’t something to be ashamed of, you can’t help but feel embarrassed that he brought it up so casually in front of others. 

Both of the other men seem to sense your discomfort. Alvaro gives you a compassionate look, expressing sympathy more for Bruce’s clumsy words than for your situation, and you are very thankful for that. Javier, on the other hand, sends Bruce a vexed look, which your husband seems to miss completely.

“Well, you don’t have to decide now but it would be nice if you came. I promise that there will be cooler people there than us two knuckleheads,” Alvaro says to you, pointing between himself and Javier at the last part. This finally makes you break, Alvaro’s attempt at humor lightening the mood just enough for you to let out a small giggle. 

“I’ll think about it,” you promise Alvaro, smiling at him before stealing another glance at Javier.    

“Great,” Bruce says, completely unaware of how he had made you feel. “It was great to see you guys, but I have to get to the office early tomorrow, so we better get going.”

“Of course. We also can’t have your wife stand out here in the cold the whole night…” Javier says, and you can’t help but notice how his jaw tenses as he does.

“No, you’re right,” Bruce says, looking a little startled before looking back at you, finally noticing how you’re shivering, quickly slipping off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. 

“Thank you,” you mumble to him, but your thanks goes more to Javier than your husband. 

“Don’t mention it, babe,” Bruce smiles at you, unaware of the stern look Javier is sending him. Bruce bids the two men goodbye before placing a hand on the small of your back. You sneak a quick glance at Javier, your eyes locking with his before you quickly avert your gaze again as Bruce begins to lead you down the sidewalk. 

But as you slide into the passenger seat of Bruce’s car and he starts the engine, you can’t help but steal one last glance in the side mirror at Javier, who is still standing on the sidewalk. It’s too dark, and he’s too far away for you to read the expression on his face as he watches the car drive away before he disappears into the bar with Alvaro.

The engine hums softly, a contrast to the adrenaline still pulsing through your veins.

“You alright?” Bruce asks, breaking your trance as he merges into traffic. You nod, forcing a smile to mask the turmoil lingering beneath the surface.

“Yeah, just… cold.” You wrap the jacket tighter around you, your gaze drifting out of the window to where the street lights are blurring past.

…High from the feeling you give me (high from the feeling you give me)

Even though you're not with me (though you're not with me)

Together, we made a memory (together, we made a memory)

What's wrong with a touch of ecstasy?...

I Get High, Freda Payne

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Alternate Instincts Ch.32

buckle up buttercups

Sy pushed open the hospital doors, August and Walter coming in behind him. He had gotten the call from Geralt, saying Mike had been stabbed and Stephanie had been taken. He didn’t have to say by who, they all knew. He went up to the front desk, the intake nurse looking up at him.

“I’m Markus Syverson, lookin’ for my brother Michael Syverson, he was brought in not that long ago.” He said and she typed on the computer briefly before turning her attention back to him.

“He’s still in surgery. Please have a seat and the doctor will be out when he’s been moved to a room.” She said and he nodded, going into the waiting room and taking a seat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Sy.” He heard and saw Geralt come from a side hallway, pushing up from the seat. “I talked to the doctors, let them know what had happened.”

“What did happen?” Walter asked.

“Mike and Steph were dancing, I checked a message on my phone. When I looked up, they were gone. That’s when I felt a Feral and got the text from Mike.” He said simply.

“Lewis?” August asked.

“Didn’t see him, but yes.” Geralt said.

“Why did they leave out the back?” Walter asked, “Why didn’t they get Geralt’s attention?”

“It don’t matter why.” Sy said with a sniff, “Maybe he threatened‘em if they didn’t leave with him. That many people around, Steph wouldn’t cause a scene, potentially get civvies caught in the crossfire, but it don’t matter. What matters is what happened after and what happens now.”

“I found her phone in the alley.” Geralt said, “Can’t track her that way. I wasn’t able to find anything on Lewis and none of the Trackers in the area have reported sightings.”

“Probably ain’t his real name.” Sy said and Geralt’s phone went off in his pocket and he dug it out, his hands still stained red.

“What.” He said, “I can’t, you’re going to have to bring him to me.” A pause before his lips pulled into a snarl. “Because my fucking Mate has been taken by a fucking Feral, that’s fucking why, Vesemir. Got it, see you in a couple days.”

“What was that about?” August asked after he hung up.

“I found Albert.” He said and Sy blinked at him in surprise.

“As in...”

“Yeah.” He said with a nod, “Starting looking for him when you told me about him.”

“Geralt, I didn’t ask—”

“You didn’t have to.” Geralt said and Sy reached out, squeezing his shoulder.

“Albert?” Walter asked.

“My youngest brother.” Sy said, “The baby of the family. He had his first shift while I was deployed and manifested as an Omega. Dad kicked him out.”

“How old was he?” August asked.

“Twelve, maybe thirteen.” Sy said, “Where’d you find him?”

“Shelter in Chicago.” Geralt said, “I was going to get him when Vesemir, a Tracker in Chicago, called me to give me the confirmation that it was him. He’s going to bring him here instead.”

“This Vesemir a good guy?” Sy asked and Geralt nodded.

“He trained me.” Geralt said and Sy gave him a nod in return.

“For Michael Syverson?” They heard and looked over at the doctor in scrubs standing there, going over to her.

“I’m Markus Syverson, his brother.” Sy said.

“Your brother is out of surgery.” She said, “We were able to repair the damage.”

“He was stabbed with silver, is he—”

“There’s no sign of silver toxicity.” She said and he sighed, giving a nod. “He kept trying to shift during surgery so we had to give him a dose of alprazolam. He’ll be out for a while, but I expect him to make a full recovery.”

“Can I see him?”

“Of course. He’s this way.” She said and they followed her down the hall and into a recovery room. Sy hesitated in the doorway when he saw Mike laying in the hospital bed, looking pale and weak.

“Fuck.” He ground out, going over to the bed and sitting in the chair next to it, taking his hand in his own and holding it tightly, his forehead pressed to the back of it. Walter went over to him, holding his shoulder and his eyes were red when he looked up at him.

“He’s going to be okay, Markus.” Walter said.

“I know.” He said, “It’s just...he’s my baby brother. I promised him when we were kids I’d protect him and...”

“I know.” Walter said.

“How are we going to find Steph?” August asked, more to himself than them. “Can’t track her phone and we don’t know where he took her.”

“I don’t fuckin’ know.” Sy said, “August, Geralt, think you can reach out to who you can in the Council? Jordan Lewis may not be his real name, but he’s gotta have a paper trail somewhere. Wouldn’t be able to work and find a place to live without it.”

“I’ll call Leon.” August said and took his phone out.

“I have a couple people I can reach out to as well.” Geralt said, “I just need to...wash my hands first.”

The hours dragged on for an eternity, neither August or Geralt making any headway with tracking down Lewis. Sy looked up as Mike’s hand tightened in his, seeing his eyes open as he gave a sharp inhale through his nose.

“Hey.” He said and Mike looked over at him.

“Hey.” He said, his voice rough and Sy let go of his hand, pouring him a cup of water from a pitcher on a cabinet against the wall and bringing it to him. He took it without a word, draining the cup. “Where’s Steph?”

“What do you remember?” He asked.

“Pain, Steph callin’ my name, then wakin’ up here.”

“You don’t remember textin’ Geralt or talkin’ to him?” Sy asked but he shook his head.

“Where’s Steph?” He asked again.

“We don’t know, Mikey.” Sy admitted, “August and Geralt are callin’ in favors, but we’ve got nothin’ yet where he might’ve took’er.”

“We need to find’er.”

“We’re workin’ on it.”

“I’ve gotta bad feelin’ Markus.” Mike had worked hard to get rid of his Southern accent, but it still came out from time to time, usually when he was tired.

“I know. We all do.”

“After what they found out about’im...I don’t wanna have to identify her body.” Mike said.

“None of us do.” Sy said, “Steph’s tough, she’s gonna fight him tooth and nail.”

“He’s a Feral.”

“I know, but the way she took him down last time, she ain’t gonna make it easy for him. She’s a survivor.” Sy said, “She’ll hold out until we find’er. I know she will.”

“I can’t lose her.”

“Me either, Mikey, me either.”

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I love your Hippie Remus x Scientist Sirius stories so much! I'm just so curious how they met. I feel like it either has to be the most random place ever - like a Costco or they met through mutual friends at a party. We all know how good they are for each other, but how did they meet, and who asked who on a date?!

HELLO this ask was sent ages ago but I got so genuinely fixated on the idea and wanted to make it perfect because holy fuck yes

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Remus had a plan for Dorcas and their girlfriend Marlene’s Halloween party. Namely, stick with Lily.

It lasted a good 5 minutes, until Lily spotted people she knew and somehow managed to disappear, because of course she did.

Remus wasn’t bad at talking to new people, pretty social on a good day; he was just high and bored, honestly, mostly just wanting to stand in the corner and observe. For the most part, everyone was pretty much the same, drinking and talking, a fair few people dancing. Remus stood and watched as people drifted over to the drinks table, almost everyone winding up with a drink in their hand.

Almost.

All apart from one guy who seemed wrapped up in his own world. He had his phone in his hand, and seemed to get progressively more irritated as he typed, until he finally tapped it aggressively and held it to his ear. Remus almost felt compelled to look around everyone, watching as the guy argued into the phone, running a stressed hand through his long black hair as he spoke, before crossing the room.

He was quite clearly headed directly for the corner Remus was stood in, probably looking for somewhere discreet to ‘talk’, and something in Remus knew they should move out of the way, but they didn’t want to. Whether it was him being much too nosy or not, he was pretty sure he was staying, as the guy almost walked directly into Remus, finally coming in earshot of them.

“Of all days to ‘work up the courage’ to tell me, fucking halloween? Never, in my entire bloody career, have I so desperately wanted to murder somebody! Christ!” He paused, eyes sliding shut as he took a deep, seething breath. He seemed ready to say something slightly quieter, when his face shifted. Oh, the other line had really pissed him off. “No, it’s not nothing! It’s just half of my motherfucking findings! Right, you have to go into the lab. Now. Oh, I’m sorry, is that inconvenient for you? Here’s the thing, I don’t give one! I don’t care that it’s Halloween for you too! You’re the one who fucked everything up! If it’s not either fixed or perfectly recreated by Monday, you bet your arse you’re not welcome back in my bloody lab. Now I’m going to try and salvage the scraps of tonight, so get working!” He pulled the phone from his ear and hung up quickly, before leaning with his back against the wall and scrubbing his hands over his face with a sigh. Remus knew they shouldn’t speak, it would seem really weird, he shouldn’t-

“That didn’t sound good.”

Fuck.

He watched as the guy jumped a mile, finally noticing Remus. The moment Remus got to look at him, really look at him, Remus felt something in him shift.

He was drop dead gorgeous.

Now, Remus had gotten past the self-loathing part of their life, actually found himself liking his own face when he looked in the mirror, but this guy? Everything paled in comparison to him. If his black hair tumbling down to his shoulders and framing his face wasn’t enough, he had strong, warm silver eyes, an insanely defined jaw and full lips.

Lips that Remus really needed to stop staring at.

He had really come to the conclusion that he wasn’t one for instant attraction, and this guy had just swanned in and proved him wrong. It was like the universe was laughing in their face. They weren’t delusional, it had been a good while since he had found someone that attractive. Still, he was reasonably good at staying composed. It wasn’t like anybody could tell they were high, so clearly they were a pretty good actor.

“Yeah, no, it wasn’t good at all.” The guy answered, offering Remus a small smile. “I just found out one of my newest hires accidentally grabbed a sample I’ve been working on for ages, thinking it was theirs, and now I’ve lost months of work.” He finished with a groan, turning away and letting his head hit the wall with a dull thud.

“Just blame Mercury.” Remus answered simply. When the guy looked at him blankly, Remus elaborated. “Mercury’s in retrograde?”

“I… have no clue what that means.” He answered, and Remus never thought he’d be endeared by someone not knowing astrology. They smiled, wanting more and more to know everything about him.

“Mercury’s backward motion really fucks with life.”

“Right, right.” Remus glanced at him, finally taking in his outfit. He was wearing black leather trousers and a tight black shirt. Remus frowned, confused.

“What are you supposed to be dressed as?” He asked. The guy turned to him.

“A dog?” He tried. “I had ears, but Marlene stole them.”

“Ah, I had a feeling you were Marlene’s friend. I went to school with Dorcas, so I figured I’d have met you before if you were Dorcas’.” Remus observed calmly, the guy watching them carefully.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and Remus almost thanked every god on the spot for how straight to the point the dog man was.

“Remus. Remus Lupin. Yours?”

“Sirius Black.”

“Well, Sirius Black, I want to see your costume with the ears.” He answered.

“Yeah, yeah sure!” Sirius answered brightly. “Marlene’s gone awol, so I can send you a picture? What’s your number?”

Oh.

Smooth.

He was a smooth motherfucker, and Remus was pretty sure Sirius was going to be sticking around.

[writeforfandoms]

You’re the hand I have to hold

Find my masterlist and series masterlist

Your mysterious contact sends a new dragon and some clues your way.

Everyone thank @brandyllyn​ for pointing out a golden opportunity here.

Warnings: Swearing, more mysteries, people cannot give straight answers in this ‘verse. 

Word count: 1.3k

Jack Daniels x f!reader

The email surprised you in its simplicity, especially considering who it came from. 

If your rancher is amenable, I'd like to board a dragon with him for a few days. I will of course pay for the service. Please let me know at your earliest convenience. 

You read the email three times before you took a screenshot and sent it to Jack. 

His response was fast and simple: What the fuck?

Giving up on trying to figure him out via text, you called instead. 

"Who sent that?" Jack asked, grouchy and grumbly. 

"My source, the one I told you about." You bit your lip. "He wouldn't have asked if it wasn't legitimate." 

"Why should I?" It was little more than a petulant growl, but still made you smile. 

"Well, he is helping us," you pointed out, very reasonably. "He's not actually this awful person. Besides, you'd be doing him a favor, so I bet you could leverage that to get more information."

Jack was silent for a few long moments before he blew out a noisy breath. "You make too much sense, darlin'." Already he sounded less grumpy. 

"So should I tell him yes?" 

"Ask for dates and what he's payin'. I'll decide when I get that info." Jack grumbled a little. "You coming over this weekend?"

"Of course," you agreed. "Nothing could keep me away." 

"Good." His smile was clear in his voice. "I'll talk you later, I gotta get back to it before Ginger murders Tequila."

You laughed. "Go on. I'll see you soon." Grinning, you hung up. It took no time to type out a response to your contact, and then you went back to work. 

The answer came not even twenty minutes later. The timing was this weekend. And the fee was… a lot. It seemed a bit exorbitant to you, but maybe that was intentional. 

Jack okayed it, so you sent along the reply. 

This weekend was certainly going to be interesting. 

Saturday noon found you and Jack outside awaiting the dragon. Someone (a gruff man) had called you earlier to notify you that he was on his way with the dragon. 

"Could be them," Jack murmured, nodding towards the horizon. You could see two specks, slowly growing larger as they approached. 

“Why two?” you asked, shading your eyes as you watched the specks. 

“Prob’ly has his own dragon,” Jack grunted. “Easier for him to ride his own and drop off this dragon here, so he’s got his own way out.” He shrugged when you looked at him. “Only two ways to transport a dragon, darlin’, and freight on these guys is expensive as adults.” 

You chuckled but didn’t ask further. The specks had definitely become dragons, getting closer as you watched. 

It wasn’t long until they landed a safe distance away, although the wind from their landing did blow dirt and leaves around. You made a face as you brushed a leaf from your shoulder, starting towards the two dragons. 

The rider slid down from the dragon on the right, a huge silver dragon with bits of orange hiding among the scales. The rider wore a brown flight suit, zipped all the way up, and a silver helmet, like a motorcycle helmet. The visor was tinted and pulled down still, giving you no glimpse of the man. 

He took a few steps towards you and Jack and then stopped, calmly saying your name. When you blinked and nodded, he pulled a letter from a pocket and held it out to you. 

“From the shipper,” he said, not moving and letting you step forward in your own time to take the envelope. 

“Thank you.” The envelope had only your name on the front, no other information. “Do you want a drink? Does your dragon need anything?” 

The man tilted his head, just a little, and you had the feeling he was watching you, even as Jack came up behind you to place a hand at the small of your back. “Thank you, but no. We’re fine.” 

His dragon snorted, lowering her head to sniff at you. A puff of hot air sent a leaf you had missed flying away from you, and you giggled. Raising one hand slowly, you let her sniff your hand and then shove her snout up against your palm, clearly demanding scratches. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” you crooned, scratching along her jaw. “You are huge, my goodness. And impressive. What’s your name?” You glanced at the rider. 

“Razor Crest.” He sounded surprised. “She doesn’t normally… like people.”

You laughed quietly, stretching up on your toes to scratch her eye ridges. From the side, the other dragon snorted and rumbled, apparently upset at the lack of attention but also smart enough to not get into Razor Crest’s space. “I hear that a lot. And what’s your name?” 

He was silent for a few moments, just watching you and his dragon. “Djarin.”

“Well, Djarin, thank you for this.” You smiled and scratched Razor Crest’s eye ridges one more time before you patted her jaw and stepped back. “Safe flights.”

Djarin nodded to you and pulled himself back up onto his dragon, seemingly effortlessly. Which was an impressive display, you had to admit. You and Jack both backed up, going over to the new dragon to give Razor plenty of space to take off. 

“And who’s this?” Jack asked, holding out his hand for the green dragon to sniff. The dragon was on the smaller side, though clearly an adult. The dragon pranced forward with only a perfunctory sniff, ready to play. 

You opened the letter, reading through it quickly. “This is PJ, apparently.” You slowed your reading, frowning a little. 

This is PJ. He’s five - an adult but still young. His previous owner, Poppy, had to get rid of him to make space, as he has turned out to be too rambunctious for her and her staff. He was raised around humans, and is quite comfortable with people. 

His registration number is 12104083, alternate number 103974812. 

Someone will be by in a few days to take him. I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.

The letter was unsigned, but you didn’t need a signature to know who it was from. But the other information didn’t make sense. You hadn’t expected anything about his former owner, and…

“Sugar?” Jack frowned a little, ducking his head to try to meet your gaze. PJ nudged him, sending him stumbling a step, and he absently patted the dragon’s jaw. “What’s wrong?”

“Dragons don’t have registration numbers,” you mumbled, half to yourself, rereading that sentence. “Or alternate numbers.” 

“What?” 

You held out the letter to him. “Dragons don’t have registration numbers,” you reiterated. “We all know that. So why is he giving me numbers to reference?” 

Jack didn’t respond, busy staring at the paper. His eyes were wide, lips parted just a little. PJ nudged him again, but this time Jack didn’t even reprimand the dragon. Instead he scrambled for his phone, typing in something quickly.

“Jack?” You frowned, watching him. 

“Poppy,” he mumbled. “Oh, clever man. Whoever you are, you do not like the Golden Circle, do you?” He was starting to sound excited now. 

“What are you talking about?” You shifted your weight, glancing between Jack, the letter, and PJ. 

“The Golden Circle is run by a woman named Poppy,” Jack told you quickly. “We’ve known that much for years, but could never get a location on her base. ‘S why she’s still in operation. The numbers here aren’t just numbers. They’re coordinates.” He laughed once, short and sharp, and turned his phone around to show you a spot in the middle of Cambodia. “Your informant just gave us the location of the Golden Circle.” 

[ryuichirou]

Replies!

We’ve decided to keep putting some of the shorter replies in one post, I feel like it would make life easier for all of us, including my search for my own replies lol Why haven’t we done so sooner? Idk, I guess we’re morons orz We apologise for ruining your timelines for such a long time!

Thank you for sending asks!! <3

Anonymous asked:

Has the thought of goth/emo Idia cross your mind?

Did you mean: Gregory Violet

But in all honesty, it haven’t, but I am a believer that anything and anyone could be improved with the goth/emo aesthetic.  Idia would look so cute~ >w<

Anonymous asked:

So I realized that 5 out of 7 housewardens are bottoms which is hilarious to see. Even more 6 out of 7 overblot victims bottoms.

LOL this is completely accidental, but hey, there’s also much to think about. Them bottoms? Powerful and fucking dangerous….

Anonymous asked:

opinions on sebek x silver?? i think their training sessions would be... spicy.

We ship them!

We’ve written a couple of posts about them… You can also check my sebesil tag, it has like... two sketches idk lmao We love them (and ship them) dearly but draw them very rarely for some reason

Anonymous asked:

Has Lilia ever spanked silver? And how did silver feel about it  ?

I believe he has, I would find it hard to believe otherwise lol I even drew a comic about it…

Of course, there are different types of spanking that occur with these two (eyes emoji), but knowing Silver, he probably used to get upset about the spanking. He is the type to silently take the punishment while thinking that he is bad for upsetting Lilia so much. He is also the type that doesn’t get spanked very often, since he is a good kid, so whenever it happened it was usually very upsetting to him. Although I do feel that Lilia wouldn’t be brutal or harsh with his spanking, more like bark and no bite – but then again, I don’t think Silver has much to be punished for in general

But when the other type of spanking (eyes emoji) started occurring, something in Silver’s brain really clicked very nicely and made him enjoy it very much~

Anonymous asked:

hey weird question but do you think ortho could turn himself into a vibrator since hes a robot

There is nothing weird about this question, Anon, but… like one big vibrator? 🤔 Very interesting, and yes, Ortho could easily do it, there is nothing impossible for this guy lol

And he obviously has a bunch of “parts” he can turn on and off and change around whenever he feels like. A self-made sex machine!

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

jason or nash fluff, smut, angst idc i just need somethin ab them please!!!

It’s midday when Jason returns home from practice. He hangs his jersey up, places his sneakers on the cubicle you made for them, with the label “Jason” underneath surrounded by two lopsided hearts (that was what stopped him tossing his shoes haphazardly like he used to do), and pokes his head into the living room. 

Headphones on, eyes fixed on the video game before you, you haven’t yet noticed his return. 

So he tiptoes (almost 7ft Jason tiptoeing!) over to you, leans down, and whisper-shouts "boo" as his hands clamp down on your shoulders. 

You jump but it’s only slight.

There’s an amused disdain in your tone when you reply, “fuck you too, J.” 

“Did you miss me?” He snakes his arms around your chest, rests his head on yours.

“No.” 

It takes another twenty seconds, but eventually “level finished” flashes on the screen. You pull off the headphones and turn around to face him. 

“Alright, I missed you. But only a bit.”

“Don’t be coy. I bet you were crying the whole time ‘cause you missed me so much.” 

Jason Silver, feared by streetballers across the country, and yet here he is sounding like an middle schooler, thanks to the way you smile.

“You’ve got me there,” you chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “in fact, I’m dehydrated now from all those tears I spilled.” 

Jason Silver, the T-Rex, and yet a word and a touch from you sets him off grinning from ear to ear uncontrollably. 

“We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” he purrs letting his hands drop a little lower, though the stupid grin ruins the attempt at being sultry. 

You nudge him away, and switch off the video game. “There’s a new smoothie place downtown. Wanna go check it out with me?”

Not really is his first thought. His whole body is sore from a week filled with basketball matches, topped off by the especially rigorous practice this morning. He’s not a smoothie guy either. Sports drinks are his thing - even water he only drinks when Nash has been nagging at him. Plus, he’s walked past the café you’re talking about; the walls are all painted pastel shades, and every table is decorated with a mini teddy bear holding a bouquet of paper roses. It’s exactly the type of cafe that he’d be mortified to be seen in. Imagine if one of his teammates walked past and saw him inside! And, even if that didn’t happen, going out requires a shower and a change of clothes, and he’s too far tired to do either of those things. (Well, unless the shower is with you.)

You. 

He starts thinking of the way you intertwine your arm with his when the two of you are out together. He thinks of how you offer him a spoonful of your meal at restaurants. He thinks of how you smile at cafés as you play your favourite game with him, making up life stories for the strangers walking past. How you giggled when he tried to convince you some harmless grandma was wanted for GBH. He thinks of how you’ll shake your finger at him and mock seriously say “no PDA, Mr. Silver”, and then steal a kiss when he’s not looking. How those kisses make him giddy: butterfly-stomach, hearts-in-eyes, schoolboy-crush giddy. 

And, in the course of all these thoughts, he finds himself agreeing to go with you, just let him take a quick shower. 

Had it been anyone else asking? Fuck ‘em. 

But, because it’s you? Always. 

[thewarriorspecial]

Greenhill Chapter 7

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

Read on AO3

Rating: Teen | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Wally West, Katma Tui

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A little something special for @hobicat!

The interpersonal drama continues to unfold at the table and Guy gets his spy gear out.

It's here it's finally here!! I deed it!!

Guy watched as Kyle lowered himself into a seat at the table. Kyle fiddled with the silverware roll, opened it. He pulled out the knife first because of course he did. No surprises tonight, Guy thought as he turned on the recorder he had hidden in his sweater vest. He folded his fingers under his chin as he studied Kyle’s movements scrupulously. He’d play back the audio to listen carefully for any other telling inflections in his speech that he might’ve missed as he professionally navigated the sometimes hostile waters of a coworkers’ night out. I’m in my silver fox James Bond era, Guy smiled to himself. 

Kyle fiddled with the butter knife as he thought both of his painting knife at home where he’d be far more comfortable and also of the fact that for many years his mother forbade him using an actual knife at the table after too many dinner theater tragedies. Kyle had learned early in his life that he did not possess the full body dexterity to become an actual fruit ninja and that was not an actual job. Kyle faked a bright smile at his quiet coworkers. What have I gotten myself into, he thought 

“So,” Carol said, finally breaking the silence, “Not a vampire fan, John?”

“Ah, no. Just not my thing. Too much D&D in the past, I guess.” John replied with a shrug.

“Paladin?” Guy asked.

“Always.” John answered.

“Knew it.” Guy said with great conviction, banging his fist on the table. He’d have all his coworkers figured out by the end of the night.

“What exactly is D&D, anyways?” Carol asked.

Hal gently touched the place where his glasses used to rest, and then suavely pushed his bangs out of his face, “Well, it’s a tabletop role-playing game, or TTRPG for short—“

Ah, fuck. Here we go, Guy thought with a fake smile as he started looking around for the waiter.  As his eyes scanned the area, he caught Kyle returning the same already-tired smile. He liked the kid more by the minute. Shame he was a criminal. Which was also, admittedly, kinda hot.

A young girl with multi-colored hair and facial piercings greets their table with exuberant friendliness. She talks extensively with John and Carol. Guy knows her face but can’t think of her name. She was likely an upperclassman, then. The trio nattered on, unpressed for time as Guy’s knuckles whitened on the back of the empty chair next to him. 

Kyle pulled out his phone and started texting someone. Guy could almost read the texts in the mirrored lampshade behind him. He cursed his old crusty eyes and wondered if he could somehow use the selfie stick to get a good look at the screen without being too obvious. He reached into his pocket and slowly, obviously pulled the thing out. As curious eyes fell on him, he pretended to scratch his back with it, “Carry on. Just…itchin’” Guy said with a weak laugh. As the chatter—which is to say info-dump via Hal—carried on, Guy put on a show of seeming to examine the selfie stick with great concern. He held it up in the air, trying to find an angle that would allow him to see what Kyle was typing. 

Unfortunately, the support of the selfie stick was painted a dark color and even less reflective than the lampshade. To Guy’s cloudy eyes, it appeared that the letters WOWanBAB were in the text bar at the top of Kyle’s screen. If the text is mirrored that means it’s upside down! Guy rationalized. As his brain made the Windows fail sound he thought, Mom and Dad?! But aren’t they…? Is it someone else’s Mom and Dad? Is he seeing someone?! Fuck! Not that it mattered because Kyle was a criminal. And this investigation was absolutely about protecting the students. From this dangerous, hot, bad criminal man. 

“Ow! What?!” Guy exclaimed suddenly, again interrupting Hal’s attempt to woo Carol with his knowledge of emotionally mature Dungeon Mastering. 

“Tst!” John made the sharp sound as he kicked Guy’s foot under the able a second time. 

“What?” Guy stage whispered.

You know what. Stop it, said John’s Eyebrow of Paternal Disappointment (emotional damage +5)

“So issat like, your mom, or—“ Guy asked, impatiently waving his hands towards Kyle’s phone, hoping to get the conversation back on track and away from Nerds and Virgins or whatever.

“Oh,” Kyle smiled sadly, “No. No my mother passed away.”

Guy made a noise somewhere between choking on a chicken bone and being hit by a truck. John’s lips pressed together as he tucked his chin to his chest and raised both of his disappointed eyebrows even higher. Now look what you’ve done.

“Ow!” Guy exclaimed as a flank attack struck from Hal’s side of the table. 

“Its okay! Really!” Kyle raised his hands in supplication, “It was a long time ago. I’m fine.”

“Hardly appropriate dinner conversation,” Hal said.

“Ooh, what’s inappropriate?” Their server reappeared, a full tray of their orders perched over her shoulder.

“Well, Guy’s put his foot in his mouth I think,” Carol offered.

“He went and asked about poor Kyle’s dead mother!” Hal was offended.

“It’s okay, really. I brought it up!”

“Yeah he brought it up!”

“Oof,” said their server as she quietly passed out their plates.

“He brought—! Alan. How you been? You got anything you wanna add, here?”

“Not at all,” Alan said, bringing his drink to his lips and taking a long, luxurious sip. “I’m enjoying watching you fine, young people exercise your conflict resolution skills.”

“Guy’s could use a little work,” Hal snipped.

Guy’s ears turned as red as his hair as he folded the selfie stick back to pocket size and returned it to his secret spy pocket. Mission Failed, clearly.

“It’s okay, honest. I don’t get to talk about her much. Most people are too afraid to ask.” Kyle rested his warm hand over Guy’s sweaty knuckles. The Defensive Debuff hit home as Guy began to fully blush and sweat. He whipped his gaze over to John, his rock, who rolled a nat twenty on the second Eyebrow attack. Critical damage. Guy swallowed heavily, mouth dry, speechless. He should’ve never multi-classed into Rogue. “My mom was really cool. I miss her every day,” Kyle continued. He pulled his hand back to brush his hair behind his ear, “I wish you could’ve had the chance to meet her.” Kyle looks down for a moment and something else bumps Guy under the table, but pain-free this time. Kyle’s knee. Kyle’s knee. Kyle’s knee. When Kyle’s big, sad brown eyes find their way back to Guy’s it’s direct Constitution damage. Guy wants to wrap him in a blanket and drive him home. “I was just texting Wally. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s on me, buddy.” Guy stammered. He dearly wished he had his Oakleys to hide behind. “My bad. We still cool?”

“Of course.” Kyle’s smile is bright and devastating. Guy wonders if he’s the kind of monster that sparkles in the sunlight. Maybe it’ll all be okay? Just a little peril?

Everyone resumed eating and Hal resumed telling the Tale of Games Past That No One Asked About. Carol’s smile is thinly polite. Hal barreled on in his futile attempt to make her laugh or maybe even impress her. He switched tracks, insisting on the Much Cooler Time He Was One Of The Knights At The Renaissance Festival. This captured her interest but not for the reason he had hoped. After all these years Hal remained unable to discern actual interest from confused horror.

“Wow,” said Carol, “That’s crazy.”

“So,” Kyle said softly to Alan, “History, right?”

“Unfortunately,” Alan grumbled as he took full advantage of Guy’s stun-lock to continue pilfering fries from his plate. 

“Alan’s been teaching for us since the school opened,” John offered, “Anyone could understand he’s a little tired or bored maybe?”

“I’m just old.”

“Maybe you can find a new way to present the material? Or tread new tracks so to speak? Novelty really keeps kids invested.” Kyle beamed with his idea.

Guy tried not to melt. He loved the kid’s enthusiasm.

“Kyle, it’s History. It’s not new.”

“Maybe you could use a little somethin’ new, pops. Might put some spring in your step,” said Guy.

“It won’t.”

“With respect,” Kyle began carefully, “You can’t possibly know everything there is to know about your subject.”

“I do. I was there. I remember.”

“You’re not…that old?” John wondered.

“The things I remember would curl your back hair, boy.”

Oh no, the warning bells went off in John’s mind, not the Nazis. No one wants to talk about the Nazis over dinner.

“You ever climb a bridge to dismantle a mine under heavy artillery fi—“

“Oh! Look!” Hal suddenly interjected, “They have tapioca pudding here. See?” He shoved the dessert menu in Alan’s direction. 

“Ooh,” Alan cooed, placated for the moment. The only thing he loved more than bitching about Nazis and pontificating about the brutalities of war was tapioca pudding. 

A loud crash near the door grabbed everyone’s attention. 

“Ah, fu—shticks! My bad!” Wally appeared directly in the path of the waitress, sending most of her dessert tray clattering to the ground. Kyle noticed, as Wally caught several of the glasses with incredible speed, he seemed to choose to let a few fall to the ground. It happened so fast. Maybe Wally was just very agile. Maybe he was an athlete as well. “Here, chief,” Wally held his credit card out over the bar, towards Radu, “Just ring it up. I gotta watch where I’m going.”

“Oh Wally!” Radu cried, “No trouble at all for one of my favorite customers!”

“You’re too good to me, man.” Wally said over his shoulder as he approached the table. “Sorry I’m late guys.” He took a chair from another table, behind Hal and Carol, even though there were two empty seats next to Kyle. “‘Scuse me real quick,” he said as he grabbed the back of Hal’s chair and slid him away from Carol, making room for himself.

“Hey!” Hal shouted, the picture of indignant. 

“Did you see Tru Blood last night?” Wally asked, sitting backwards in his chair and fully turning his back to Hal.

Carol lit up, clapping her hands, “Oh I did! It was so good! I loved when—“

“Aren’t you married?” Hal hissed at Wally’s back.

“Ew!” Wally snapped, whipping around suddenly and at an odd angle like an owl. “Don’t interrupt! It’s rude. Anyways.”

Hal harrumphed and sunk down in his chair. 

“So, tapioca is your favorite?” Kyle asked.

“It is. One of my earliest memories.” Alan said, chewing thoughtfully. 

“Oh?” Kyle tried to press for more detail. He let Alan slowly share some of his oldest memories—happy and full of detail of his childhood home.

Guy caught Hal’s gaze and jerked his chin up once, You okay?

The one corner of Hal’s mouth pulled downwards and he shrugged one shoulder, Yeah I guess so.

Guy stabbed his fork into his apparently child’s size portion of fries. He stuffed them into his mouth and nodded sharply, At least the food’s good.

Hal nodded in agreement, taking one of his chicken tenders off of his plate with his hand and breaking it in half. 

They watched as Wally dumped dessert after dessert into his face while Carol gushed about the TV show. Something was off about that guy. He seemed way more nervous than usual and he kept looking at his watch. He stood up suddenly, “Hold that thought,” He said to Carol, almost too fast to understand, “Gotta use the bathroom. Berightback!”

Kyle was still in rapt fascination with Alan’s story. John was concentrating on his Boba hunting experience. Carol chose this moment to use the restroom as well. Hal huffed again. 

Guy looked from Kyle back to Hal, a concerned expression on his face. He raised his eyebrows, tilted his head to the side, pointed one finger from his folded hands at Kyle as he jerked his head in the opposite direction and then made a steeple with his two index fingers. You don’t think she’s still in the house?

Hals lips flattened in a grimace. His eyebrows furrowed and he nodded his head towards Guy. He unfolded his hands, flattening his palms in parallel like he was showing a measurement. His eyes widened to accentuate the size. He then curved his fingers and touched the tips together. You're being a huge asshole.

Alan smiled as he watched the silent conversation unfold. He was the only other person at the table who was also versed in bitches’ cant. He also noticed that Wallace hadn’t gone to the restroom at all. He had vanished out of the skate park door. And at an incredible speed. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one with interesting powers. Something was indeed afoot at Radu’s Cafe. 

[ibringthepoptothecinema]

pleasssse angst with sinclair!reader and eddie?? AAAANGST LOL

HELLO! Okay, so, this is my first ever prompt! It’s not super long and I don’t know if this is the type of thing you wanted. But, I enjoyed writing it so much. Thank you for the idea. I know it’s not super serious angst but it could probably lead into it more. Please let me know what you think!

Don’t think there are any triggers!

If you read this, please feel free to message more prompts!

What the HELL is Hellfire?

“Lucas, wait in the car for like…10 minutes, I want to go and talk to this Eddie guy.” You groaned, running a hand down your face. Lucas mumbled a reluctance to your big sister duties. “No, it’s 11.30 at night Lucas. You were meant to be finished an hour ago at least. You have school tomorrow, you have a game the next day!”

You knew what you had to do. Lucas was spending too much of his time as this ‘Hellfire Club’. He needed to focus on his studies. He was your little brother, you had to look out for him some how, right? What even was DND anyway?

Getting out the car, you headed to the school, straight to the drama room. That’s where the club was always held, you knew Munson would be there. He was always there a while after the club finished.

Knocking on the door, you heard a sing song voice say:

“The score was fair and square, man, we aren’t doing another game.” The voice sounded cocky, almost like someone was putting on an act, trying to sound a lot more confident than they actually were.

Deciding that that was a good an invitation as any, you walked into the room. Greeted with a large table, dice everywhere, a large banner with ‘Hellfire’ on with a small devil underneath, you stood at the door way.

“Eddie? Eddie Munson right?” You asked quietly, slightly intimidated by the man sat in the large chair at the head of the table.

“Tis I! You’re Sinclairs sister, right? Take a seat upon this fine upholstery.” He quipped.

You did as he said, sat down opposite him and took a breath.

“Right, I don’t know you. You seem to know me though?” You smiled. You couldn’t hide it. Lucas and Erica were your world. Of course, their best interests came first. Even though you were angry, you couldn’t help but feel slightly elated that Lucas must have spoken about you to Eddie before.

“I mean, he always mentions that you’re picking him up. He didn’t mention you, ya know, you were so…” Eddie didn’t finish his sentence, he just looked down into his lap and played with the large silver rings on his hand. He wanted to say you were pretty, or something like that. But absolutely could not find the right words to do so without feeling like the ground would swallow him up. You didn’t know this. You thought this was just an absolute terrible attempt at flirting, to smooth things over. In a way, it was. Munson had no idea of the storm heading his way any second.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re trying here with me but…now isn’t the time. I need to talk to you about how late you’re keeping my brother, it’s not good for him. All of this.” You explained, gesturing around the table at all the memorabilia on it. Eddie watched you closely, his eyes not leaving yours for one second. “Eddie, you’ve kept him an hour late. For what? To play some dumb board game? He has school. He has his basketball games. I know you don’t care about school, how long have you been kept back now?” You spat spitefully. There was something about this Munson boy you couldn’t figure out. Did you dislike him? Did you find him intimidating? You couldn’t tell.

“Hey now! I’m graduating anytime now, just you wait. I’m gonna walk on that stage, take what I’m owed and get the hell out of there as fast as I fucking can!” Eddie said in defence.

You were getting irritated now. He wasn’t getting the point. This wasn’t about him.

“Yeah, right. Lucas said you’ve been saying that for the last two years.” You mumbled back, venom in your voice. “This isn’t even about you Eddie! I’ve come here to say that either you quit keeping the kids here so long or I’m pulling Lucas out. Now is an important time for him, more important than make believe or whatever this is.”

That seemed to ignite something in Eddie. Anger flashed across his large, brown doe eyes. He stood up out of his chair and paced the room, nervously. Absolutely full of nervous energy. Mixed with anger.

“Look, I know you don’t get all of this but, life is hard out there, Sinclair, I can call you that right? I mean I’m going to anyway.” Eddie babbled. He was going to drive you absolutely insane.

“Sometimes, a lot of the time, this is all we have. A few hours to take us away from all the shit that goes on out there. They call us freaks you know? They call us all freaks for being into this stuff. Your brother, too. He’s been called a freak, I’ve seen it, I’ve heard it.”

You leaned back in your chair. Lucas hadn’t told you this. Why wouldn’t he tell you?

“Eddie…I…that’s…that’s not the point. The point is…” You couldn’t find the words, you were trying so hard. Eddie could see the change in your expression and he pulled a seat out next to you.

“Look, I know you’re just looking out for the kid. And he’s a good kid, brilliant, the scores he rolls? Sweeet!” Eddie grinned, sitting down and showing genuine pride. “I promise next time I’ll try and round the game off an hour earlier, deal?” He reached out a ring clad hand towards yours.

What were you to do? You reached out and took it, shaking it firmly, before you stood up and turned towards the door.

“Ugh, I came here to absolutely chew you out…but look, just look after him, yeah? But for the love of god, please work on your time management.”

Eddie gave you a huge Cheshire cat grin and led you to the door, opening it for you. “After you.” He said softly. “I can see where Lucas and Erica get their fire from, good job.” He seemed to think this went better than it did.

“You’re not off the hook Munson, one more late night and that’s it!” You called seriously as you walked out the door, back towards the car.

It’s decided. You personally disliked him, you think, anyway, at least that was your first impression. For now.

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Underworld (2003)

Triggerwarning: Violence, Fake Blood, Gore, Guns

Plot: I've seen this movie three times and I still can't quite explain it. Something about an ancient war between vampires and (not quite) werewolves, that’s still raging on till modern day. There are five movies in the saga to this day, this one is the first. The plot revolves around the lycans trying to create a hybrid between both creatures to overthrow the vampires. Chosen one style. The Vampires don’t like that obviously.

Spoilers beyond this

Small disclaimer: I like this movie, like a lot. The story is a bit weird, and imo there is a bit to much talking and not enough ripping each other apart, but I do have a great time whenever I watch it. Some of my comments might not sound like it, but this movie is enjoyable. It's just , that enjoyability might differ depending on who you're rooting for. More on that later

Moving on:

In this film Sheen takes on the role of Lucian, the leader of the Lycans (the not technically werewolves, but imo they are werewolves), and I love him. He’s brutal, intelligent, badass, cool, has a traumatic backstory, a suprisingly good sense of style and the best hair in the whole movie. All of that is very babygirl of him.

The Lycans try to find a special human, who is able to unite Vampire and Lycan blood, to make an undefeatable super monster. With that they hope to overthrow the vampires so they don’t have to live in the underground (or Underworld, get it haha) anymore. The Vampires want to stop this of course. Tbh that story is a bit basic isn’t it? I reaaaally did enjoy this movie, I love Monster Movies and stuff, but this plot just doesn’t quite cut it. Like where’s the spice? Didn’t like most of the characters either, the vampires especially are not very interesting to me. All they do is talk until they decide they have talked enough, then they take their Liquid Silver (TM) loaded guns and go on a shooting rampage to kill all the Lycans they can. They’re all so cold and serious. In general this movie takes itself a bit too serious imo. This is a movie about Vampires and Werewolves shooting at each other with actual guns, with magic liquid filled bullets. Loosen up a little.

Don't know if I vibe with the main character and hot vampire girl Selene (Kate Beckinsale) either. That kind of badass heroine was the shits back then, so it makes sense why she is how she is. She's not bad, I'd even say she fits very well in the story, she's just not a type of character that I overly enjoy personally. I did like-hate Viktor (Bill Nighy) tho, he's one of the Vampire elders and very creepy. I could carry the hate I had for him from the prequel right over to this one. Just a shame, that he and Lucian don't even meet in this film...

(Side Note: I have to say I did watch Underworld: Rise of the Lycans before this one, because it’s a prequel and tells Lucian’s Origin Story. That means from the get go I was rooting more for the Lycans even though the main Character is a Vampire. So I might be a bit biased. Then again, I might’ve been anyway)

Back to the parts I enjoyed:

Okay so even though they have a lead Lucian’s headhunter guys failed to get the right human for the double turning (again apparently) so he litterally says; “Must I do everything myself…” and sets out to get the dude they need.

This leads to the coolest scene in the whole movie:

It turns out the human they want to catch is Michael Corvin (Scott Speedman) and Lucian and Selene set out to find him in his appartment building at the same time (What are the odds!?!). Selene finds Michael first and asks him why “they” are “after him” but before answering he manages to flee to the elevator after the vampire is startled by loud thumps on the floor above. Michael goes down in the elevator but guess who’s waiting for him when the door opens.

Fuck yeah. This shot lives in my head rent free

Meanwhile Selene fuckin shot herself a way through the floor levels. (I found this so absurdly over the top I had to laugh the first time I saw it, it's amazing). She arrives at whatever floor the two guys are on and proceeds to blast what appear to be several pounds of silver in Lucians direction. He is hit multiple times but instead of dropping to the floor like a normal person he’s like: "Fuck this bullshit", throws Michael down into the elevator and bites him in the shoulder. Like, hard. Dude’s bleeding so much it’s like the lycan bit part of the muscle off. Selene drags Michael out of the elevator by his feet (he’s not having a good day) and Lucian spits the humans blood into a little bottle (They need the blood to test if he’s the one). Selene and Michael run out of the building, still leaving Lucian enough time to force the bullets that hit him out of his body. Not quickly tho, no no no, he does the whole tear-my-shirt-off, eject-the-bullets-one-by-one-and-then-open-my-eyes-fiercly-routine, like the dramatic bitch he is. It’s gory and so fucking badass with close ups of the bullets coming out of his flesh and lots of blood and everything, I love it.

By now the human/vampire duo finally enter a car to drive away but Lucian quickly catches up. He jumps on the car and slams a blade he keeps conveniently in the sleeve of his jacket (how does that work, please elaborate) into it’s roof several times, piercing Selenes shoulder once. (Now she and Michael can be shoulder wound buddies! I’m sorry, I’ll see myself out.)

Fun Fact: Michael Sheen didn't have to make this jump, but he wanted to try it, so he did it. He's just cool like that.

Selene, breaks hard, Lucian falls off the roof and is apparently so suprised by this, he has to stare into the distance for a few seconds. Selene sets the car back, while Lucian slowly stands up facing the other way. The Vampire steps on the gas, the car accelerates fast, Lucian turns around and baam! Is hit, but he rolls over the vehicle doing whatever kinda fancy sommersault twist that is and lands superhero style, heavy impact on his feet.

Top stuntwork, top editing.

The car rushes away, Lucian turns again has the bloody blade slide back up into his sleeve and stares into the distance… Glorious. Absolutely glorious.

If only there had been more scenes like this in this movie…very good stuff. But unfortunately this makes all the vampire bickering scenes even worse. There is some action in the end, but not much of it involves Lucian unfortunately.

Oh, I have a weird question. While Lucian’s werewolf poison does it’s thing in Michael's body (idk how to word this better, sorry), the human keeps having visions of Lucian’s past and I wonder if all Lycans have that? Like is this a normal part of the process, is it specific to Lucian’s powers, does it depend on who bites you? What is going on here?

What the... if I had a nickel everytime Michael Sheen plays a character who somehow grabs a man to threaten him, while suspiciously looking up and down his face, I'd think about starting a collection, cause... Why do it like this?...Like, again? And I know he’s doing it on fucking purpose, because if he wanted to just intimidatingly stare into the other guys eyes to scare him he would! But he doesn’t. Nooo, he fucking doesn’t, he pulls this shit:

Like, it's not just me right?! I'm watching a show or movie, thinking about nothing bad in particular until boom! I'm hit by gay undertones out of fucking nowhere. Why do this to me? Is this intentional? (Either way, thank you very much, I apprechiate it <3)

Continuing the plot:

Selene resurrects the vampire leader Victor for some reason and shortly after everything goes to shit. The Lycans recapture Michael and Lucian injects himself with some of the chosen one’s blood, I guess in hopes of transforming himself into a hybrid aswell. But before anything can happen he is litterally shot in the back by a vampire he previously had some sort of peace aggreement with (the dude being Kraven, the vamp he threatened in the car). The bullets are filled with liquid silver, so there’s no ejecting possible this time. He holds on for a remarkably long time though and after Michael is shot aswell, Lucian tells Selene to bite the newly-wolf, so the he can finish his chosen one duty and become the ultimate monster. She does that and Lucian is shot again several times, again by Kraven. After that Lucian finally meets his, in my opinion, very unfortunate end. Thanks to Super-Michael Selene kills Viktor, and the movie ends aswell.

Didn’t like this ending. At all. Viktor definetly got what he deserved, but why tf did Lucian have to die? Dude just wanted his people to not be oppressed, what’s so wrong about that? I understand that he accepted his fate as he saw that Selene and Michael would continue his fight to unite the species, he died for the cause bla bla bla...Still I'm allowed to be salty about this.

I don’t know yet what they where going for with the overall story of the franchise, but having seen the prequel I wonder why the authors want Lucian to just be miserable his whole fucking life. Like, he has all the markers of an underdog hero, but the story is just like: “Fuck you in particular for no fucking reason. You didn’t get the girl? Too bad. You don’t even get to live now.” Why even bother at all? The story treats him more like a plotpoint than a character. I dont think that does him justice. They even had a scene where they showed that he is still quite gentle at heart. Explaining to Michael what happened to him and his people in the past, that he just wants this conflict to end so they can live without being persecuted by the vampires. He even disinfects Michael's arm before drawing blood for god's sake! They didn't need to have him do this! Their doctor/scientist guy never did that! #Lucian cares about your health and safety! And then that's the guy they decide to kill off? Come on! The movie is specifically framed so the viewers perspective of him changes from ruthless leader, who would do anything to destroy the vampires, to a caring, gentle guy, who just wants his people to finally live free from the vampire tyranny. He doesn't experience any internal developement, he's still the same poor guy who got fucked over by the vamps but now hundreds of years later. And still he's the one who has to die? They made him a fuckin matyr and I don't know how to feel about it...

The first time I watched this I actually sat there and was like: "He’s gonna do something cool now and be fine, right? Right? He’s done nothing to deserve death in anyway, they won’t just kill him off, right?" Fucking Wrong…Can someone write me a fix-it for this? I’m just sitting here feeling miserable for my little puppy boy.

Speaking of, where tf was actual Lycan-Lucian??? He transformed in a short fizzy flashback scene and that's it, he doesn't even do anything then really. Just shoves Viktor aside and then jumps out the window. Earlier we saw how badass he can be in that one good action scene and then? He is THE Lycan, the ORIGINAL and he doesn’t even get to kill a single person? I would’ve loved to get to see him tear up a few vampires or at least do like, something wild, I dunno. He would've deserved to do so at least...Like you had Michael Sheen to play a f’n Werewolf and then you somehow manage to not make him go absolutely feral?? How tf did you do that? I’m absolutely puzzled. Why make a werewolf-vampire movie, if the werewolves are hardly wolvin’? I would've liked to see more than justa small handfull of them...

Lucian didn’t even get to shoot the UV bullets he had made. Whyyyy? I don’t even like this whole “Vampire and Werewolves have guns now” thing but they established the light bullets and then they weren't shot once! Great, now I’m miserable and mad.

I noticed a few things after watching the prequel Rise of the Lycans again. Putting these two movies side by side, I now see why I struggle with this one a little. There is something about the close combat fighting in ROTL that I personally enjoy that a bit more. Plus there are definetly more transformed Lycans in it. I will get into the whys and whats when the time comes, but sure to say, in my case, watching Underworld after the prequel didn't do the original any favours. (My boyfriend agreed with me on that one, he said ROTL worked better overall)

During ROTL I was literally on the edge of my seat for the second half, so in contrast (especially because I watched them back to back) I was a bit underwhelmed by Underworld unfortunately.

Buuut I like, that Lucian in a essence still has a sword (the blade in his sleeve). I don't know if and how they planned this, but in ROTL he fights with a sword and in this one he has his blade. As I said he rammed it in the car roof and then later he slams it in Kraven's leg before getting shot by him the second time. So he get's to cause at least a little damage with it. I like that consistency, it does fit his character more than shooting guns imo. (even tho I know he would use one if he had to, the movie just didn't give him a chance to actually shoot one at an opponent. That's fine by me tho.)

To end on a positive note, some stuff I enjoyed about this movie: The special effects are great! They used a lot of practical effects, that's something I always love. They made full body werewolf suits with animatronic faces and performers on stilts in them. They managed to mix practical and digital fx so well, most of the time you can't tell how they did it. (Like in Lucian's bullet extraction scene, I saw the bts on how they did that and I still don't understand how it looks so real) All in all a lot of effort went into the effects, makeup, costume and sets and it shows. I would say it holds up pretty well even today, 20 (!) years later.

Jesus this is getting really long, sorry I went full rant on this one. Oopsie...

Anyway I’d say if you haven’t already go and watch this movie, it’s a good fantasy action flick, there are some banger scenes in it. Just don’t make my mistake and hope that the underdog character gets a satisfying ending. If you have thoughts about this movie please let me know!

Did you actually read through all of this? Wow, thank you! You can have a silly little Michael as a treat:

Grrrraaaahhhh!