#despite being into the three musketeers for a while now

[malachitezmeyka]

Personally, I think if critically acclaimed classical author Alexander Dumas could look at his most well-known creation, The Three Musketeers, and go “Okay but what if the hot evil lady had a secret child who then grows up and interacts with people responsible for his mother’s death”, then 12 year old me was in her full right to turn around and do the same thing

[luveline]

can I pls request: dad!spencer and his baby boy getting antsy and weepy but spencer not knowing what’s wrong until you come back from a long case and then he’s fine straight away

—Spencer and his baby miss you like crazy for 3k, fem

Things have been hot garbage since Monday. Saturday night and all Spencer wants is one good day, where Jude doesn’t cry, and Spencer doesn’t feel sick. Saturday morning it went on for hours —Jude started crying because his bottle was prematurely empty and he didn’t stop, the sobs petering into weeps, sniffly wet nose pressed to Spencer’s neck, then his chest, then his forehead. Poor boy can’t stay still. 

Spencer hasn’t eaten properly since you left. He can’t get more than a couple of mouthfuls in before Jude is protesting his own meal or snack and flopping sadly into a Jude-puddle. 

Spencer has suggested dinner again, because not eating makes you sad, but Jude doesn’t care what it does and Spencer puts electrolytes in his juice. He offers extra time at the swimming pool and the library, and he plays soccer outside despite terrible coordination because Jude loves to score. Nothing lasts long enough. Jude spends half of his waking time morose and clingy, the other hiding under beds or in the kitchen cabinet under the sink. Spencer makes him an appointment with the pediatrician for Wednesday morning. 

The waiting is agony. 

“I don’t think you should worry about it until you go,” you say down the phone, “you know that worrying twice is pointless. Not that you shouldn’t worry at all, I know it’s scary, but there’s nothing you can’t handle, Spence.” 

“If Jude is sick I definitely can’t handle that.” 

“Yes, you can. Don’t be stupid.” 

Stupid said very softly. Spencer misses your voice. He tries to go on cases but if they look too long, he stays home, ‘cos who does he trust enough to take care of Jude besides himself? There was one time where you stayed with Jude for a two-nighter just because you wanted to and Spencer missed being with the BAU, but he missed Jude more while he was there than he missed the work. He’s a professional consultant now, and it’s fine. He loves his life. He still goes to the office and sees his friends for coffee, and he gets to be with Jude all the time. If something happened to him… 

“He’s just not himself, it’s–” breaking my heart. 

“Emily said we’re a half hour from touching down in Quantico, I’ll come over?” 

Spencer didn’t consider you going home to your own place, but he should’ve. “Please. Maybe you can get through to him, or figure out what it is that’s making him so sad.” 

“What's he been eating?” 

“Nothing.�� Spencer rubs his eyebrow and the headache there roughly. “Uh, he can’t stop himself from eating those carrot puffs. If you get a couple of those on the way in I’ll pay you back.” 

“Honey, I can buy the baby some snacks. What about you, are you eating?” 

“Not really,” he confesses quietly. 

“Anything you fancy?” 

He grins at your phrasing and your light tones. Maybe when Jude is a little older, a lot older, Spencer could go with you again. 

“Can you get me those chilli tortilla chips, please?” 

“And salsa?” 

“Please, if you don’t mind.” 

“I love all the snacks you love,” you laugh, “did you want something sweet, too? I really crave a three musketeers.” 

“That’s the worst candy bar you could’ve picked.” 

“It is not. And for that you aren’t getting one.”

Spencer laughs and sways Jude’s attention from the movie. He frowns at Spencer as if to say, What’s so funny? I’m miserable. And Spencer feels more sorry for him than anyone in the whole wide world. “What’s the matter, baby?” he murmurs. 

“Is that my boy?” 

Spencer tries to pretend you saying such a thing doesn’t inspire extreme attraction. “That’s your boy,” he says, flustered beyond sense, “he’s not feeling the best.” 

Jude shuffles to Spencer’s seat. “I know, poor boy,” you murmur, “aw, I can’t wait to be home, I missed him so much more than I can say, this case felt like an age.” 

Doesn’t Spencer know it? He pinches the phone between his ear and shoulder, holding out his hands for Jude, slipping them into his armpits as Jude struggles up into his lap. “What’s wrong?” Spencer asks again. 

Jude pouts up at Spencer through long eyelashes. “Daddy, who’s on’a phone?” 

“Y/N. Do you want to talk?” 

Jude is rigid, his eyebrows pinched tightly, but he nods and holds his hand out for the phone. Spencer guides it gently to his ear. “Tell me if it’s too loud, okay?” 

“Hello?” Spencer hears you say. “Jude, lovely, are you there? Can you hear me?” 

“I hear you,” Jude says. 

“Hello. I miss you very much, I’m excited to come home. Daddy says you’re not feeling well, I’m very sorry to hear it. If you can think of anything I can get you or I can bring you to make you feel better, can you tell me now?” 

“Um…” Jude gives Spencer a betrayed glare that makes no sense.  “Dad?” 

“She said she misses you,” Spencer says softly. “She’s sorry you’re not happy. And she wants to know if you want a present, or a special dinner.” 

“No.” Jude straightens up, a little hand tight on the phone. “I miss you,” he says loudly. 

“I miss you too. I’ll see you soon, just a couple more hours. Can you be good for dad and have something to eat? Have some apple stars or a bowl of chips or a boppy?” 

Jude nods. 

Spencer huffs a laugh. “Say out loud,” he whispers. 

“Say what?” Jude asks. 

“He’s saying yes,” Spencer says loudly. 

“You’re gonna go have a boppy now?” you check. 

“Yeah,” Jude says. 

Your laugh is hard to hear, but Spencer knows it well, filling in the gaps in his head. “Okay, babe. You go have your boppy and I’ll see you real soon.” 

Jude perks up a little. He thanks you in his mind for being a miracle worker. Jude says, “Okay,” and you say, “Okay, bye-bye,” and Jude says, “Bye-bye, I love you,” which makes you backtrack to say, “I love you too! Okay? Go have your boppy. Bye, sweet boy.” 

Jude gives Spencer the phone nicely. 

Spencer can see you’ve hung up, so he puts the phone on the arm and takes Jude’s cheek into his palm. “Okay?” he asks. 

“I’m gonna have boppy now,” Jude informs him. 

“Yeah, let’s go make it.” 

It’s skim milk now Jude’s old enough, but he likes it all the same, and he drinks it held against Spencer’s chest where Spencer stands in the kitchen. Jude doesn’t fuss as Spencer starts writing a list on the fridge-pad. Milk, laundry detergent, carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, bread, cheese and broccoli pasta mix, cheese, noodles. “What do you want for your dinner tomorrow?” Spencer asks, unsurprised to go unanswered. He adds rice, hand soap, and crayons. 

Jude doesn’t fall asleep after the bottle. He stretches and cards a hand through his dad’s hair, clumsy but quiet without sulking for the first time in days. “Thank you, that feels nice,” Spencer whispers. 

Jude presses his nose up against Spencer’s jaw, bringing his other hand to double the stroking. “I love you very much, you know,” Spencer says. 

“Yeah.” 

“And things are going to be okay, I promise.” 

“Promise,” he repeats. 

“Want another boppy?” 

“Maybe I can have soup?” 

“Is that what your tummy wants?” Spencer opens the cabinet above the counter before Jude can say yes or no. “What soup do you want? Dad has tomato, chicken, mushroom, parsnip, I have all the best ones. Baby, let’s have soup and sandwiches.” 

“Mayo-yaise?” 

“Is that what you want? Like, a grilled cheese, or just toast and mayo?” He grins at his little weirdo. “You don’t even want the cheese, do you?” 

“No, I don‘ even wan’ the cheese,” Jude grins back. 

They make soup together. Spencer sits Jude next to the stove, positioning him between legs so he can’t fall or touch the saucepan. He opens two cans of tomato soup and adds fresh cream from the fridge to reduce the sourness, letting Jude pull basil from the window plant to sprinkle in after he’s brought it to a boil and then cooked it back down to a simmer. He gives it time to cool for at least ten minutes, stirring, and pressing the bread spread with mayonnaise into a sizzling frying pan, Jude mumbling at his side the whole time. Some stuff he understands, and some is jumbled nothing. “I think we can,” he says as Spencer pours the soup into two bowls. He leaves more than enough for you in the pot. 

“What do you think we can do?” Spencer asks. 

Jude only smiles. 

Jude takes a long, long time to eat his soup. Spencer heats it up again once, but Jude doesn’t mind it cold. Spencer finishes his in about five minutes and spends the next thirty waiting for you to come home. Over. Not home. 

“Have some more?” Jude asks. 

“You want more?” Spencer nearly chokes on his breath. 

“You and me.” 

“Sure,” Spencer says, standing, “babe,” —he kisses Jude’s head— “you can have,” —he gives another kiss while he's there— “as much as you want.” 

“Thanks thank you thanks.” 

“More sandwich, too?” 

“Can I have–” Jude struggles. “Dad, can we have bread without mayo-yaise?” 

“Just bread, not toasted? Still soft?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want.” 

Spencer likes that having a baby has made affection easier in every part of his life, he’s kinder to every child he meets because it’s easier now to call them lovely or beautiful or ask where their mom is, probably as a side effect of being loved resolutely. Jude loves Spencer so Spencer loves the world. It’s not exactly new rhetoric. 

Jude has managed a second piece of bread sans crust when you slip the door open across the house. Spencer grabs a paper towel to wipe Jude’s face and hands quickly.

“Hello?” you call gently, melodic in your cadence. 

Jude sits ramrod straight, batting Spencer’s hands away. “Hello?” he calls back. 

“Is that my Jude?” you ask, footsteps drawing nearer, your shoes clipping the wooden slat flooring, and then suddenly there in the kitchen doorway. “Hi, angel. I can’t believe you’re not feeling good, you look just the same as the last time I saw you!” You don’t take your bag off your shoulder, but you let the tote in your hand fall to the floor by the fridge. 

“Hi,” he says, like he’s in awe. 

Your expression softens further. “Hi.” 

Jude slides off of his chair and you go on one knee to reach for him, laughing softly as he digs his face into your neck, throwing his arms around you, too short to close. You hold his back in one arm. The other —Spencer’s heart feels squeezed in your palm— rests in the waves of his hair where they kiss Jude’s nape. 

“I’ve been so worried about you,” you confess, your hand turning to a fist on his back. You drag your knuckles up and down. 

“I miss you.” 

“Sorry, handsome, I didn’t mean to be away that long.” 

“I miss you.” 

“I missed you too.” 

Jude takes a breath somewhere near sobbing and startles both you and Spencer. “I miss you,” he insists. 

“Bud, it’s okay.” 

Jude takes in another horrible straggly breath that nearly forces Spencer onto his knees. 

“Miss you,” Jude says, clinging to you with white-knuckled hands, “miss you, don’t go.” 

“Baby, I’m not going.” 

“Miss you.” 

“I miss you too,” you say, locking eyes with Spencer over his head, your lashes like willow, wide in confusion. 

Jude swallows harshly but nods like you’ve said something he can agree too. 

You shift Jude against your chest and stand. In your winter peacoat, your scarf and your silky black tights, you aren’t shy about squeezing poor rumpled Jude to your chest, ignoring his frizzed hair and his soup-stained t-shirt, all love as you rub his shuddering back. “Jude, you okay?” you ask quietly. 

“You was gone for too long.” 

Spencer can hardly hear him. 

“I was, huh?” 

“Too much.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d miss me this much. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” 

“You’ll be in the bed with me?” 

“Is that what you want me to do?” you ask patiently. 

“Yeah.” 

“If dad says it’s okay, we’ll sleep in the big bed.”

Jude spins in your arms, imploring Spencer desperately, “Please, daddy? Please?”

Of course you can stay in the big bed. It’s not unusual for you to spend the night, and you stopped suffering the couch a long time ago. 

The moment Jude knows you aren’t going home, he starts to act like himself again. He stops the shuddery breath that makes Spencer hot behind the eyes. His mumbling turns to a more curious probing —Why were you gone so long? Did you miss him? Can I come with you nex’ time? 

You don’t baulk. When Jude knocks the door while you’re changing and again while you’re freshening up, you don’t mind. You open the door with water running down your arms and chin and sit him on the sink basin while you brush your teeth. Spencer isn’t offended that you’ve taken over, it’s love. Like, his stomach aches with fondness watching you with Jude. You’ve been gentle from the beginning, loved Jude since he was a furious little baby crying himself sick in Spencer’s lap, and now you’re somehow more than that. You answer Jude’s why’s and when’s with the best you have. You pretend you aren’t tired, waiting for the three of you to sardine together in the dimly lit bed before you let out your first yawn. 

“Are you tired?” Jude asks you knowingly.  

“Not too much. How about you, are you tired?” 

“Not too much,” he echoes. Jude turns to Spencer, looking his age again. “Are you tired?” 

“I’m the most tired I’ve ever been,” he says. 

He doesn’t have his schoolboy heart attacks seeing you in your pajamas anymore, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still find it special and secret when you rub your bare face and settle on your pillow, one eye hidden, the other sluggish. “Maybe we can rest our eyes with dad,” you suggest in a whisper, “he can sleep, and you can give him a cuddle.” 

Jude reaches for your hand. 

You hum softly. “I'm not going anywhere.” 

Slowly, Jude reaches for Spencer with his other hand. 

“Me neither,” he says. 

They ‘rest their eyes’ until Jude falls asleep, snoring in snuffs by your head. Spencer takes his glasses and folds them up for the nightstand, before curling into him. 

Cautious not to disturb Jude, you reach over to hold Spencer’s arm, locking Jude in, and giving Spencer some much needed reassurance. You don’t talk. Your thumb rubs into a ridge, a sore spot, and after a moment it’s sore in a new way. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t realise it was you,” he says. 

“Realise what?” 

“Jude missed you. It was you.” 

Your smile is gaussian. Happy and smudged. You pull Spencer closer to you, which in turn brings Jude right up on your chest. Spencer isn’t too cowardly to curve the arm you're holding right up over you in turn. His fingertips flirt with the dip in your spine, but stay. 

“You’re not saying all this fuss was about me being away.” 

“I’m wondering if it was.” 

You don’t respond. 

“You know how he gets when he can’t see me for the day,” Spencer says, afraid of waking Jude and of saying something too obviously adoring, “I should’ve guessed he missed you.” 

“He doesn’t love me like he loves you, Spencer. Jude loves you like you’re… it’s… I wish you could see him when he’s with you, it’s like you’re the same person…” You smile apologetically. “Sorry, I don’t know how to say it.”

Spencer doesn’t know how to answer. He stares at Jude’s neck. “I know how he loves me, ‘cos it’s how much I love him. I just think after seeing him tonight, it’s obvious what was going on with him.” 

“Don’t speak too soon, okay?” you say. “Let’s wait until tomorrow to decide he’s alright again.” 

Spencer draws a line down Jude’s nose. What a kid. Exhausting, beautiful Jude. 

“I missed you,” he says under his breath, not looking at you. “Don’t think I realised how much, either.” 

“I missed you, too,” you say. When you laugh, it’s like your voice has split and feathered into softness he can’t touch. “I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone like I missed you both. I kept thinking about Jude, when he used to do all that gibberish babble between real words and you’d ask him to repeat himself and he’d be too shy to do it. And his eyes, and his curls, I… I really love him. I’m so lucky that you let me.” 

I love you, Spencer thinks. From the day we met, and again when you called yourself my friend. Again, when you spent the first week of Jude’s homecoming sleeping on the couch and waking with every cry, soothing tears no matter who they came from, patient and tired, endlessly pretty. 

“I didn’t let you,” Spencer says. “You’re ferocious.” 

“Ha!” you whisper. “Ferocious. I like it.” 

“I like you,” he says. It’s all he’s brave enough to confess. 

“I’m a little sweet on you, Spencer Reid,” you say, turning your head up with a yawn. “I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep. We should sleep, I’m tired, too,” he says, sure he’d meant to say I love you, I want you to stay, I want to reach over and hold your neck and stay here for days. 

Spencer allows himself the last one. You whisper goodnight, your face tickled by a small head of hair.

[starlightervarda]

I can't sleep so Star Trek TOS/SNW dashboard simulator

🪆 chekovsgunman Follow

to this day I can't understand why they're called the Three Musketeers if there's FOUR of them? Did Dumas just forget his own main character???

🪴 plantdad Follow

You've got to be kidding me

🪆 chekovsgunman Follow

I know right? A mistake like this would never happen in Russian literature!

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🩺 therealmccoy Follow

After months of taking care of everyone else on this giant tin can I really earned this shore leave. Now I get to drink, relax, flirt with some lovely ladies and sleep until noon 😎 Just what the the doctor ordered!

🩺 therealmccoy Follow

Update: A fucking purple tree ate five crewmen. Again.

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🖖 iamspock Follow

Despite being among humans for close to a decade, I still find their tendency to overcomplicate and avoid aspects of social situations to be confusing at best and infuriating at worst. So much time is wasted on tedious matters such as who gets to 'make the first move' or 'not come off too strong'.

For example, everyone aboard my vessel is keenly aware of Lt. Uhura and Engineer Scott's 'budding romance'. But their need to extend their oddly avoidant courtship ritual, rather than outright state their interest in one another, is pointless, as well as frustrating to witness.

Why do they do this? Why not 'get it over with', as they say?

I encourage answers from all cultures, human or otherwise.

💅 janicethemenace Follow

I'm sorry Scotty and Nyota are WHAT

💉 xtinechapel Follow

DELETE THIS

💖 ofmanytongues Follow

SPOCK NOOO HE DOESN'T THINK OF ME LIKE THAT 😭

🔧 scott-free Follow

But I do! I thought you knew and were just being nice about it!

💖 ofmanytongues Follow

DMing you rn 😳

🖖 iamspock Follow

You're welcome.

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PSA: If you visit Antares VII, stay clear of any yellow plants, their pollen can have some...inconvenient effects on the biology of humanoid peoples.

My XO and I suffered through troubling symptoms until it was almost too late. Thankfully, we figured out a cure in time.

🪴 plantdad Follow

I can only find info on the symptoms. What was the cure? 👀

🌟 j_tiberius_k Follow

Do I really have to say it?

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💊 mmmbenga Follow

The galaxy if Klingons didn't exist

⚔️ glorytotheempire Follow

Wow. Humans are openly advocating for our disappearance yet Klingons are the bad guys? I thought your federation stood for peace.

💊 mmmbenga Follow

Cry harder you genocidal wrinkly-faced bitch I hope your planet gets sucked into a black hole

#If you think a joke is on par with what they do then book an MRI because you might have brain damage #fuck Klingons and anyone that sympathizes with them

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😎 ortegaaaas Follow

So I can either skim through this asteroid belt on Warp 2 for 3 hrs or on Warp 5 for 15 mins

🚀 mitchiemitch Follow

Erica no! That's not how navigation works!

😎 ortegaaaas Follow

FLOOR IT???

🚀 mitchiemitch Follow

ERICA NO

😎 ortegaaaas Follow

HOW ABOUT WARP 7 FOR 15 SECONDS?

💖 ofmanytongues Follow

ERICA YOU'RE GOING TO CRASH THE SHIP

😎 ortegaaaas Follow

I AM GOING TO HARNESS LIGHT-SPEED TO ZIGZAG THROUGH THE VOID

🚀 mitchiemitch

ERICA P L E A S E

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🐴 sirsilverfox Follow

I know some species are very private, but you'd think they'd share the important stuff, esp when we should trust each other by now.

How are we supposed to enjoy my weekly dinners if you all don't tell me what to watch out for :/ This is the third time this happens to the same person and I had to get the answer why from our CMO

💫 numerouna Follow

Wait what did I miss while I was gone

🐴 sirsilverfox Follow

Spock got wasted on my chocolate fudge cake and hit his head on the counter ://///

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[numbetdullington]

Roblox; Last man Standing (1 v 3)

Drawing one of my best experience ever in Roblox

This was around 3 years ago I guess. I was playing a game in Roblox called Blood and Iron, it's a napoleonic battle game, it' like Guts and Blackpowder but without the zombies. Despite only having very few players in the game yet the community's chaotic nature of their playthrough what made the game feel so enjoyable.

So here's a short story. We were on a map called “Halberstadt” where two churches are facing to each other. My teammates made a plan on fortifying a specific room in the church where all of us teammates would be hiding in there. And so we did. While a moment of waiting for the enemies to come as they are trying to find us. We were trying to get ready, aiming our muskets on the doors and stairs, sappers(builders) holding their axes, literally everyone on their butts taking ready for themselves for the enemies to invade the room.

One of the enemies notice all of us being in the room, and so he called all of his teammates and told them to invade the church, quickly as they did, we did our best defending the doors and stairs only til every single one of the enemies went inside, and from there we all fought inside the church.

I was the most farthest from the stairs and was behind from everyone when we all fought inside. But I don't really remember exactly what I did from there, but I remember being distracted fighting an enemy and managing to kill it by effort.

And so after the fight, I later looked at the chat and all I see was everyone was screaming my name, and I was like “what???” and so I looked at the stats to see who is still alive, only to find out everyone from my team's side is all dead except me, meanwhile the enemies still has three. And so I panicked. The enemies side were all celebrating and laughing while mine is all stressed out and screaming.

And so one moment, an enemy officer went upstairs and wanted to finish me, pulled his flintlock and fired at me but he missed. Then, charged with his saber, while I'm with my bayonet. I got damaged by him with one slash, reducing half of my health, but over all I managed to stab him thrice and killed him. The fight was intense and everyone was paying attention watching at me, as if I'm in some sort of an action movie. After that, I tried to reload my musket first before I went outside.

After leaving the church, the place felt so peaceful and quiet that made me feel so nervous because of how too quiet it was. Not until I encountered two lasting enemies on the center of the map. Both if I remember correctly are holding muskets. And so I hold my gun targeting one of 'em while both of em were running in circles trying to avoid my shot. I was trying my best to feel concentrated while aiming at them, despite my hands are already shaking because of how intense this is. And so I clicked, and made a shot. One died, and now it's a 1 v 1. His musket is still not loaded yet, and so we both spent our 13 seconds reloading our muskets, stared each others like cowboys waiting for us both to finish our muskets to reload. The chat was all screaming, literally everyone. And so once our muskets are reloaded. The enemy tried to fire first, while I was running in circles, took many seconds to take a shot but missed afterwards and so I pulled mine next. And shot him with great hesitance.

Thus, we won the game.

[bullet-prooflove]

The End of Time: Endeavour Morse x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Rarities - You and Morse discuss the fact your differences.

The Right One - Morse's bad trip leads Fred Thursday to question your intentions.

For the first few days after the hallucinogens Morse is weak and exhausted. He sleeps with his face buried in the curve of your throat, his entire body draped over you as your fingers lightly smooth through the curls in his hair. You understand that he needs the proximity at the moment, that the drugs have damaged his psyche, torn open old wounds that hadn’t quite healed.  

You spend your time, reading his classics out loud as he dozes, books of adventure like The Count of Monte Cristo or The Three Musketeers. Anything else like Shelley or Carroll would be too horrible or too surreal in the present. When he is awake, he’s lethargic. You cook for him, making sure he eats, before helping him bathe and changing his sheets.

“I know you said you didn’t want to be a wife, but at the moment this is feeling all very wifely.” He mumbles, his eyes closed as you shampoo his hair in the bathtub. “You ought to get out while you still can.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to be a wife.” You correct him as you pick up the plastic cup that your toothbrushes rest in and use it to scoop the warm water he resides in. “I said I didn’t want to be a housewife, there’s a difference. Now tilt back your head and hope I don’t drown you.”

He does as he’s told and you rinse the bubbles from his hair, using your fingertips to slick it back away from his features.

“You don’t have to do this you know?” He tries again as you use your palm to shield his eyes from the soapy water as it runs down his face. “Waste your time taking care of me. I’m sure you have much more interesting things to do.”

“Oh I see you’re feeling self-depreciating.” You remark as you set the beaker down on the edge of the sink. “You think I’m here out of some sense of forced obligation?”

“Aren’t you?” He asks and you can hear the lilt of vulnerability in his voice underneath that abruptness.

Your man, he’s not used to being cared for. He hasn’t been a priority in someone’s else world, not since his mother died. He questions kindness when it’s given to him because he feels underserving, despite the fact he is the most compassionate man you’ve ever met.  

“Ed.” You say firmly, your hand cupping his chin, guiding his gaze to meet yours. He’s starting to come back to life again, you can see it in the vividness of the blue that shines from his eyes as he looks back at you. “I’m here because I love you and I couldn’t stand the thought of you recovering from this horrible thing alone with just scotch and Wagner for company.”

A blush creeps across his cheeks, blossoming across the light dusting of freckles on his skin. You’ve kissed every single one of them throughout your time together, the ones on his face and everywhere else.

“Cleo.” He says, looking tormented. “I…”

“It’s ok if you can’t say it back.” You say softly, your thumb tracing over the delicate line of his jaw. “You just need to know how loved you are, that’s all.”

You pull away then because the water is growing cold and you don’t want him to catch a chill. You reach for the towel, holding it up as he forces himself out of the tub with a groan. You drape it around his shoulders when he steps onto the bathmat, patting him down gently until you’re satisfied he’s dry.

“Cleo.” He says and you tilt your head up, giving him your full attention.

“I do love you.” He says with an earnestness you find endearing. “I’m just not used to being loved, not by someone who gives themselves so unreservedly.”

“Well.” You say as he opens the towel so that he can wrap his arms around you, gathering you up against his damp form. “You better had because it doesn’t stop when you get better, I’ll love you until the end of time Endeavour Morse. I can promise you that.”

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[mingispelvis]

As I Do (As I Say pt 2)

Genre: SMUT dom!Yunho x sub!reader, sub!Mingi x dom!reader, Mingi x y/n x Yunho, afab reader TWO LINES OF ANGST but it quickly gets happy again

Length: 5.9k

NSFW warnings under cut 18+ don't try me

Warnings: use of nicknames (good boy, baby boy, ma’am, baby, baby girl, good girl), SUBMISSION, DOMINATION, unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!)., oral male receiving, use of daddy (i KNOW AND I’M NOT SORRY ABOUT IT)

Summary: yunho dominates you while mingi watches 

Yunho was stressed. Practices were getting harder, nights were getting longer, and he was getting angrier. Every night he came home, drenched in sweat, begging for the sweet release into dreamland, only to be interrupted by sultry moans, a light buzzing, and muffled praises. Yunho thought sharing a wall with you wouldn’t be a problem. You were always quiet, considerate, and in bed at a normal hour. Lately, though, whatever was going on on the other side of the wall was keeping Yunho awake. If he was lucky enough to fall asleep despite the noise, the sounds of your ecstasy would seep into his dreams. Yunho has woken up painfully hard for two weeks straight. He was able to shake off the inappropriate thoughts towards you until the incident.

Y/N: Tell me how bad you miss me (3:15pm)

Mingi: I miss you so much. I’d do anything to be between your legs right now.(3:16pm)

Y/N: You want a picture? (3:16pm)

Minigi: Yes ma’am. Please. May I please have a picture? (3:17pm)

Y/N: Of course, baby boy. Top or bottom? (3:17pm)

Mingi: Top please! I love your boobs so much ma’am. (3:17pm)

Yunho finally grabbed his phone to see why it was buzzing so voraciously. Uh oh. This is the 3 Musketeers group chat the three of you made. Yunho tried to quickly type out a message before he saw something he shouldn’t.

Y/N: Here you go baby boy. (3:19pm)

Me: Uhhh this is the group chat Y/N! Don’t send! (3:19pm)

Y/N: PIC.JPG (3:19pm)

Yunho’s message sent through a millisecond too late. Your round, perky breasts popped up on his screen right as he pressed send. 

Yunho didn’t move a muscle. He perused the picture like it was the last thing he’d ever see. Before he could stop himself, he had his hand on his growing bulge.

Y/N: fuck Yunho i’m so so sorry (3:22pm)

I saw Mingi’s name first i thought it was just our chat I’m so sorry (3:22pm)

Me: No problem. (3:22pm)

Mingi’s lucky 👍🏻(3:22pm) ______________________________________________________________

You weren’t sure why Yunho had been so weird around you. From bristling when you accidentally touched him in the car back from the party, not wanting to be alone in a room with you, to stuttering incomprehensibly when the two of you bumped into each other on midnight bathroom runs, Yunho was acting odd. Now of course your friendship with Mingi had changed since that fateful day that you saw his kinks, but you and Yunho? 

Maybe it was because you weren’t paying close attention, maybe it was because you were thinking about Yunho, but instead of opening the text thread of just you and Mingi, you chose the group chat that included Yunho. And now, Yunho has seen your tits in all their glory. 

Yunho: No problem. (3:22pm)

Mingi’s lucky 👍🏻(3:22pm)

Mingi’s lucky? Oh my..oh my God. Yunho thinks you’re hot. The dodging of alone time. The pillows over the crotch. The shuffling positions. He was hiding boners and avoiding being turned on by you. The dirtiest, nastiest, most cruel idea popped into your head. You knew you’d have to wait until the boys came home, so you had plenty of time to build up the nerve for what you were about to do. 

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The boys burst into the house, complaints and groans filling the foyer and spilling over into the living room and kitchen. You came out of your room to greet the boys, blow Mingi a kiss, and catch Yunho before he disappeared into his room for the evening. 

“Hey, Yunho?” you tapped him on his shoulder. Yunho spun around quickly, the red at the tip of his ears quickly spreading to the rest of his face.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He responded cooly, despite his body language betraying him.

“Can I talk to you in your room for a bit? It’s nothing bad, I promise.” you tried to soften the blow in hopes he wouldn’t think you were going to bring up the titty text.

“Oh. Um. Sure. Let’s go.” Yunho looked mortified, quietly running over every possible conversation you could be bringing to him as he walked to his room. You locked eyes with Mingi, who had been staring quizzically as you spoke to Yunho. You weren’t going to even speak to him but the puppy dog eyes and quivering lip melted your cold, dominant heart.  

“I’m just going to apologize about the texting mishap from this afternoon,” you lied. “Why don’t you go to your room and rest tonight.” 

Mingi practically burst into tears. “No! Why?” He cried quietly, begging and pleading with his eyes wide and sparkling. 

“I didn't say we wouldn’t play. Calm down, baby boy.” You stroked his cheek and pushed some of his hair behind his ear. At this, he perked up, smiling from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes and turned to follow Yunho.

Shutting the door behind you, you walked into Yunho’s room and sat gingerly at the edge of his bed. Yunho’s room was always so crisp and clean. No clothes on the floor, bed always made, desk always organized- a stark difference from Mingi’s room which looked like a small tornado had run through it. You took in the scenery to calm your nerves. Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at Yunho. Yunho was chewing his bottom lip and picking at his fingernails, clearly as nervous as you were. 

“Hey.” you started. “I wanted to ask you something a little embarrassing for me. Well, not as embarrassing as sending you a nude by accident.” You chuckled out of anxiety. Yunho raised an eyebrow in anticipation, but said nothing.

“So…” you continued “based on your response to my…nudes…and how you’ve been acting lately, I kinda guess you think I’m cute? Like I think you might wanna…have…sex with me? If not that’s ok I can leave and we can just forget this happened, but I have this idea because you know Mingi and I have been-” the words kept rolling out of you and Yunho had to blink to reset his brain. Did he hear correctly? You knew how he felt this whole time?

“Y/N!” Yunho interrupted. “Start from the beginning. What’s going on?”

You sighed.

“Do you wanna have sex with me? Yes or no?”

Yunho squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah I do.” he responded finally.

“Cool. Would you mind dominating me while Mingi watches?” 

At this, Yunho’s jaw dropped. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“What? Why? What!?” Yunho was confused.

“Here. While you think about it I’ll start from the beginning. Remember the SM party? Mingi lost his phone? I found it in here sitting on top of his laptop. His computer was open to some type of BDSM kink test and I found out that he’s a sub, but he’s also super into voyeurism, which is watching other people have sex. And since he’s also a switch I think he’d like watching me be dominated by you and I think you’d be perfect for it because I know you want to fuck me.” You took a deep breath in after rambling all the information out in one breath. The silence hung heavily between the two of you as Yunho blinked and looked off into space. He was clearly processing everything that had happened in the short span of time from you talking to him in the kitchen to now. 

After a good few seconds of nothing, Yunho finally spoke.

“Should I take the BDSM thing too?” he asked in almost a whisper.

You guffawed loudly, and the ringing of your laughter throughout the room dispelled the tension anxiety in Yunho’s body.

“Not if you already know what you’re into.” you responded with a wink. 

It was Yunho’s turn to laugh. 

“Ok. I think I can do this. When are we gonna…do it? And what exactly do you want me to do to you?” Yunho bit his lip again, nervousness creeping back up his body.

The two of you began discussing dates, times, and plans. What toys to bring, boundaries, whether to tell Mingi, everything. Time slipped away from you, and you didn’t realize you’d been in Yunho’s room for almost an hour until three heavy raps at Yunho’s door pulled the two of you out of the solace you’d created together. Yunho got up and opened the door, then stepped to the side so you could see who it was.

Mingi was fuming. The cute little pout and scrunched eyebrows were nowhere to be seen- replaced with a fully furrowed brow, flared nostrils, and a snarled lip.

“I KNEW IT.” Mingi growled, pointing his finger at you as he burst past Yunho to approach you. 

“Knew what?” Your facial expression mirrored the confusion in your voice.

“You two are fucking aren’t you?” Mingi spat the accusation at you like a curse.

Yunho answered first, as you were stunned into silence, “Mingi, calm down, it’s not like that.”

“YOU STAY OUT OF THIS.” Mingi whipped around to point another accusatory finger at Yunho, but his demeanor softened as Yunho’s face became stern. To avoid whatever Yunho had in store for him, Mingi turned his attention back to you.

“Mingi. I told you I was just apologizing for the incident this afternoon, and we got to talking since we haven’t had much time to see each other lately. Yunho’s my friend.” As you emphasized the word “friend”, you realized what was really going on. You cocked your head to the side, pouted, and asked, “What? Is my baby boy jealous?” Your voice dripping with mockery.

Mingi’s ears turned red and you could feel him shrinking from that angry, jealous man he was when he entered, to an embarrassed submissive.

“Don’t call me that.” He stated lowly, his eyes shifting away from your gaze. 

You got up, brushing past him, and walked to the door.

“Thanks for the convo, Yunho. I’ll text you. It was really good talking to you.” You gave Yunho a long hug to punctuate your message to both him and Mingi. Yunho hugged you back, purposely making eye contact with Mingi as his hands traveled to the small of your back. He spread one of his hands so his pinky would lightly graze the beginning curve of your ass. 

You pulled your torso back, still holding onto Yunho’s waist, and gave him a sweet, sincere smile. He returned the smile and said, “have a good night. I’m gonna hit the shower.” 

You left to go to your room, not sparing Mingi another glance. If you had, you would have seen him, mouth agape, eyebrows up in disbelief, shoulders slumped in defeat, and you would have broken. You would have run to him and told him it was just a set up to give him the best gift in the world for being your best baby boy. But you didn’t. You left. And Mingi’s heart shattered. ______________________________________________________________

Mingi was exhausted. Ever since you’d crushed his heart by choosing Yunho over him, he’d thrown himself into practice- working out twice a day, dancing harder than he ever had before, writing some of the most gut wrenching lyrics his fans would never hear. Even though it had only been a week, Mingi looked different. He was tan, toned, and always in a terrible mood. 

This was perfect. You knew anger would fuel the jealousy even more when Mingi saw you with your lips wrapped around Yunho’s cock. You and Yunho had decided the best time to surprise Mingi would be the night before his birthday. That way, he could actually celebrate his birthday with everyone he loved, including Yunho, without seething and ignoring Yunho’s presence like he’d been doing the past week. Since Mingi had been ignoring you as well, despite you catching him staring longingly at you multiple times, you and Yunho had had plenty of time to craft the perfect pre-birthday present for Mingi. 

The night after you’d spoken with Yunho, and Mingi’s heart was crushed, you and Yunho met again. You decided it would be good to get used to each other so nothing awkward would happen when you fucked in front of Mingi.

“So I have an idea of what we should do,” you pulled out your phone and opened the notes app, where you’d written down how you wanted the night with Yunho and Mingi to go. As you scrolled through, reading your thoughts to Yunho, he interjected with ideas of his own- ways to make Mingi jealous, but not overstep and upset him. Yunho was also tasked with buying the BDSM items you would need to truly fulfill Mingi’s fantasy. 

“Silk can get a little sweaty. Why don’t we use crushed velvet instead?” Yunho suggested, lounging on his bed.

“Perfect!” You typed in the final notes, and locked your phone. “One last thing, though.” You crept closer to Yunho as he raised an eyebrow at you. “We should do a practice run.”

Before Yunho could speak, you leaned down to kiss him. He immediately cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in close. You straddled him and deepend the kiss. It had been a while since you’d gotten any, and you were used to being pleased every night for months. Your panties were drenched instantly and, despite meaning to take it slow, you’d already begun grinding on Yunho. It didn’t take long for you to feel Yunho getting hard beneath you. You broke the kiss to take off your shirt and bra.

“Woah,” Yunho breathed lightly. “Slow down, baby!” He groaned while biting his lip. 

You shook your head no, informing him that this was going to be hot, heavy, and fast, and leaned back down to kiss him. Tugging his shirt up as a suggestion, you leaned back so he could remove his shirt. You planted kisses on his neck and collar bone and tugged your shorts and panties off. Yunho started to pull down his sweats, and before they could get down to his ankles, you were stroking his dick. He tried to stifle a moan, but when you positioned yourself on top of him and started to slide back and forth, your slick glistening on his cock, he couldn’t hold it in. He moaned deeply and pulled you back down into a kiss. Wasting no time, you lined him up with your entrance and sank down. You were invigorated, feeling Yunho stretch you in ways you’d never felt. He was huge. Not just big, huge. You began to bounce up and down, steadying yourself on Yunho’s chest. Your eyes were squeezed shut, attempting to let the pain of Yunho being so large be overcome by how euphoric it felt for him to reach that spongy spot inside you with no problem at all. Up and down, back and forth, you rode Yunho until your thighs burned and your toes cramped. As that familiar feeling crept towards your core, you threw your head back and began grinding, chasing your high. You squeezed and pulled your nipple with one hand, and rubbed your clit with the other. The orgasm built up slowly, then exploded, causing you to scream out in ecstasy. 

Yunho hadn’t moved an inch. He watched you with eyes wide, filled with awe and reverence, and let you use him to your heart’s content. When you’d finally come down, slowing your grind to a halt, and looked at Yunho, you began to laugh. Yunho knew why you were laughing- he was supposed to do the work and you were supposed to submit. He began laughing too.

“Sorry. I guess I got carried away.” You laughed, breathless from all the work you’d done.

“That’s ok,” Yunho responded, rubbing his hands up and down your sides “I just hope you’re ready for round two.” 

Before you could move, Yunho grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, never letting himself slip out of your warm, drenched pussy. He made quick work of putting you in the position he desired- ankles by your ears, hands around his neck. “What I’m about to do, I don’t usually do. I like to go slow, but you’ve got me so worked up, so…” he shifted so he was as deep inside you as he could possibly be, “Hold on.” With that warning, he got to work. His strokes were long, deep, and rhythmic. He started at a medium pace and kept it the entire time, never faltering. Yunho stuffed his hands under your butt to lift you up just enough to where every time he slammed inside of you, it hit an angle that made you see stars, planets, hell all of space was spinning around in your vision. Your mouth hung open despite no sound coming out. You were being fucked into oblivion. Yunho’s deep, steady breathing and the sensual slap of skin on skin were the only sounds in the room until you felt another orgasm bubbling up. Your eyes fluttered, your jaw slacked, and you pussy tightened, squeezing the life out of Yunho. When you came, you cursed. Loudly. Fifteen glorious seconds of you throbbing around Yunho’s cock was all he could take. You’d already gone into post-orgasm limp, and your fucked out look pushed him over the edge.

“Inside or out, baby I’m about to come.” Yunho gritted his teeth and gripped your ass with a strength you knew would leave bruises. 

“Out.” You were able to muster up enough breath to answer before it was too late. Yunho’s hips faltered once, twice, and he let out a long, deep groan as he finished across your stomach. He milked himself completely dry before flopping over on his side. After a few steadying breaths, Yunho got up and cleaned himself off before returning to your side and providing you with exceptional aftercare. You were spent, but you knew you couldn’t stay in his bed, so you began to get up.

“Shhh it’s ok.” Yunho pulled you back down and held you in his arms. “You can stay here for a bit until you regain your energy.” 

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You woke up under the blankets, confused, in the dark. You heard a light snore next to you and whipped your head around as it all came back. You’d fallen asleep in Yunho’s arms by accident. Shit. Reaching for the bedside lamp you realized you were clothed. As the dim light cast a warm light over the side table, you saw a glass of water and a note. 

Take this with you when you leave and drink it before you go to sleep. Don’t be stubborn. 

It wasn’t signed, but you knew Yunho. What you didn’t know was how perfect of a soft dom he was. You were going to have to be very careful not to fall for him. Despite wanting to be disobedient and bratty as your nature screamed for you to do, you grabbed the water and crept out of the room. 

Today was the day. August 8th. The day you were going to rock Mingi’s world. You’d planned everything down to the minute so that Mingi would have an amazing night. You even paid for the boys to have a mini vacation so the three of you would have the house to yourselves. The most difficult part would be getting Mingi to talk to you, so you put him in a position where he couldn’t escape. The boys were coming home from practice soon- Yunho would beat Mingi to the shower, then quickly set everything up in your bedroom. You would be waiting for Mingi in his room, hiding behind the door.

When Mingi walked in his room, you shut the door, and he jumped. 

“Mingi, I need t-” you began, but Mingi interrupted you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing hiding in my room? Get out of here, y/n.” Mingi turned to walk to his bed. You followed him.

“Mingi. Listen for just a second. I need to tell you something, and it’s important.” You followed him and stood in front of him as he sat at the edge of his bed. You took a deep breath to settle your nerves. If he didn’t accept what you were about to say, the whole night was a bust.

“I lied to you, but for a good reason.” You started cautiously. Mingi raised an eyebrow at you, already looking pretty pissed.

“I wanted to do something really special for my favorite baby boy for his birthday, and in order to do it, I had to make you super jealous.” You paused to test where Mingi’s attitude was at. At the term “baby boy”, his breath caught. You had his rapt attention.

“I would never choose anyone other than you, Mingi.” You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek. He instinctively leaned into your touch.

“I need you to trust me, baby boy. Do you trust me?” You looked deep into Mingi’s eyes, and he looked up at you, eyes shining like you just told him he won the lottery. Placing his large hand over yours, he nodded.

“Good.” You smiled a genuine, toothy grin. “Then go take a shower and come back to your room. I’ll come get you when you’re ready.” You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss, barely grazing his lips. Turning to walk away, you realized your heart was beating out of your chest. You were really about to do this. 

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“Oh gosh Yunho, was this a bad idea? Is he gonna hate it? What if he hates it. Oh no. What have I done? Maybe we should call it off…” You were spiraling, pacing back and forth in your bedroom. You’d put on a brand new lacy lingerie set with matching knee-high socks- sure to make Mingi drool. Yunho grabbed you by both of your shoulders and looked directly into your eyes.

“You know him. You love him. He loves you. And he’s gonna love this.” stern and correct as always, Yunho calmed you down.

You love Mingi. Mingi loves you. Holy shit. Do you love Mingi? You thought about it for a millisecond before your heart started its incessant thumping in your chest again. You didn’t have time to mull it over, though, because Yunho knocked you out of your thoughts.

“He’s out of the shower. You ready, baby?” Yunho bit his lip and looked you up and down. Baby. You weren’t sure why, but hearing that term come out of Yunho’s mouth made you tingly.

“I’m ready. I’ll go get him.” You nodded, put a robe on to cover your lingerie (don’t want to spoil the surprise, do you?), and headed to Mingi.

Mingi was sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone, when you barged in without knocking. Looking up, Mingi started- “Hey, what’s-”

“Quiet, baby boy. This is important. You remember the color system, right? I need you to be extra sure to use it tonight, ok? Do you trust me?” You stood with your hands on your hips, addressing Mingi like he really was your property.

He nodded quickly, “Yes ma’am. I trust you. I’ll use the colors.” He was practically jumping up and down at the thought of getting to possibly taste you, or maybe even fuck you, tonight. Little did he know what was in store.

“Good." You pulled off your robe, and Mingi's jaw dropped. "Close your eyes.” You instructed, approaching him. He did what he was told and you wrapped a strip of velvet around his eyes. Mingi couldn’t contain his joy or confusion, but stayed quiet. He knew the rules.

“Strip.” you demanded. Mingi did as he was told. 

You were glad Mingi couldn’t see you hype yourself up for what you were gonna tell him next.

“Yunho’s gonna be in the room with us. Color?” You asked, biting your lip, eyebrows raised expectantly.

The silence was excruciating as Mingi thought. He thought and thought. Why’s Yunho in the room? Is he gonna watch? Am I gonna watch? I’m blindfolded, I can’t watch. Am I…what!?

“Yellow…Green. No. What?” Mingi needed a little more information, but you couldn’t ruin the surprise.

“I’ll take that as a yellow, and we’ll go slow. You grabbed his hand and guided him up. 

“Wait where-” Mingi was about to talk out of turn, but he stopped himself. 

“Only you, Yunho, and I are home. We’re going to my bedroom. Happy Birthday, Mingi.” You lead Mingi across the hall into your bedroom and sat him down in a comfy chair. The blanket you usually had him kneel on was covering the chair so he didn’t have to place his bare ass on a piece of furniture everyone used. 

Yunho sat on the bed and watched as you used more soft, velvet strips to tie Mingi’s arms to the arms of the chair so he couldn’t move them. You spread Mingi’s knees as far apart as you could without hurting him, but far enough that he couldn’t squeeze his thighs together for the friction he would so desperately want later. You tied his ankles and thighs down as well.

“Color?” You asked after you were finished with your beautiful bondage art.

“Bright green.” Mingi smiled, already breathing heavy and squirming in his seat.

“Good boy.” you leaned to whisper in Mingi’s ear.

“Tonight, you’re going to get to hear just how sexy I sound when I sub.” your words lightly tickled Mingi’s earlobe, went through his body, and straight to his dick. Mingi gripped at the chair and braced himself.

“Come here baby.” Yunho had waited long enough. “Why don’t you start by getting on your knees and letting Mingi hear just how well you can choke on my cock?”

Obediently, you dropped to your knees and waited patiently for Yunho to place his cock gingerly on your expecting tongue. You really put on a show for Mingi, gathering as much spit and slobber you could as you worked Yunho. You moaned loud and deep as you went back and forth, looking up at Yunho occasionally to ensure you were doing a good job. Yunho stayed silent, knowing Mingi wasn’t there to hear him, but he struggled to stifle every sound. He knew he had to pick it up on the Soft Dom-ing or he would lose himself in how warm and wet your throat was.

“Open, baby. Let me use you. You can take it.” He pulled your hair back and gripped tight. You heard Mingi suck air through his teeth behind you. Yunho slowly began moving back and forth against your tongue, then picked up the pace when he saw you really could take it. You hollowed out your mouth and throat, purposely humming so Mingi could hear Yunho’s cock filling your mouth. 

“Oh baby that’s fucking perfect.” Yunho used you like a sex toy, fucking your face seemingly with little regard, but when you started to actually choke, he pulled out immediately. He eyed you carefully with a look that silently asked did I go too far? but you used this opportunity to ramp up the dynamic.

“May I please take Mingi’s blindfold off, daddy?” You fluttered your lashes and bit your swollen lip, looking up at Yunho with big round eyes. Yunho’s stomach flipped. “Not right now baby, you don’t want him to see you cry when I ruin you do you?” Yunho responded, playing right into his role. “Why don’t you stand up and let me see that pretty pussy?” Yunho asked, but mouthed something right after. "Sit on Mingi." You tilted your head, confused, but when the lightbulb went off, you grinned.

“Of course daddy, anything for you.” You answered walking over to Mingi. Grabbing one of his hands, you straightened out his fingers that were still balled up from gripping the armchair. You used one of his fingers to hook into your panties, and carefully stepped out of them. Then, you picked up your panties, balled them up, and pushed them into Mingi’s mouth. He took them gratefully, moaning lightly. Mingi’s legs were spread apart, so you sat gingerly in the area of the chair between them leaning back into Mingi’s chest for support. You spread your legs and placed them on top of Mingi’s hands. 

“Perfect. Look how perfect you are.” Yunho praised you sincerely, kneeling down to place kisses on your thighs. He rubbed lightly on your clit and kissed lightly around the area, teasing you until you said what he wanted to hear.

“Please.” you whispered, barely audible.

“Hmm?” Yunho didn’t spare you a glance.

“Please. Don’t tease me.” You stated a little louder.

“Use your words, baby girl.” Yunho responded lazily, struggling to not dive right into the meal right in front of him.

“Please eat me, daddy. I can’t wait. Please. I need it.” desperate for Yunho to relieve the need built up between your legs.

“Good girl.” Yunho mumbled as he locked his lips around your clit. You’d been putting on a show before, but the way your head lolled back, eyes fluttering when Yunho began to eat you out, was real. 

“Oh my God,” you moaned, head thrown back in the crook of Mingi’s neck. You could hear his uneven, shuddering breaths, feel his cock hard against your lower back, and you’d never been more turned on. Yunho ate you sloppily. He never let up suction around your clit, he never stopped his tongue from moving, and his fingers never let up. He kept a slow, steady, sultry pace, moaning occasionally, and even reaching up to pinch one of your nipples. You cursed loudly, and started to grind your hips into Yunho’s face and, subsequently, your ass into Mingi’s cock. Mingi’s uneven breaths turned into deep, panting breaths. You could feel him squirming, his hands flexing into their restraints. Before you could stop yourself, you turned and kissed his neck. At that moment, you realized what was really happening. Two incredibly attractive men were pleasuring you, Mingi your sub, Yunho your dom. It catapulted you over the edge, your orgasm sneaking up on you like a thief in the night. You’d made another gushing mess on your chair, but most of it landed on Yunho’s fingers. When Yunho pulled his fingers out of you, he hesitated. He looked at you, then at Mingi, and made a reckless decision. He pulled the panties out of Mingi’s mouth, and placed his fingers, dripping with your cum, directly into Mingi’s mouth. Mingi closed his mouth and sucked on them immediately. You could feel Mingi’s cock throbbing and leaking against you and knew it was time for the grand finale.

Yunho would never admit to anyone, not even on his deathbed, the small surge of electricity that sparked through him as he watched Mingi suck your cum off his fingers. He pulled his fingers out quickly and turned back to you. 

“Bend over baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re full of my cum.” Yunho grabbed one final strip of velvet and wrapped it around your neck. He crossed it in the back and pulled it just tight enough to make your eyes flutter. You pulled Mingi’s blindfold down, placed your hands on his thighs, and arched your back, ready for Yunho. 

Mingi looked fucked out even though no one had even really touched him. You looked deep in his eyes and he looked in yours. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss like a starved man receiving food for the first time in weeks- he was receiving you for the first time in weeks. As the kiss disconnected, you felt Yunho’s strong hands grip your hips, felt him line himself up, and push deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned deep. Mingi mirrored your moan, his heart beating faster, his cock throbbing harder. Just a few weeks ago he was incensed and disgusted by the thought of his best friend fucking you, and now he was immensely aroused by it. 

Yunho saw the way you and Mingi were looking at each other and had to remind you who was in charge at the moment. He slammed into you, making you lurch forward into Mingi. He pulled the make-shift velvet collar around your throat tight, forcing your back to arch even more and your mouth to hang open. He set a brutal pace, refusing to let up for even a moment. You knew Yunho’s stamina was incredible, and you’d have to really work to make him come fast, or you’d have bruises on bruises the next day. You ramped up the porn star vocals again.

“Oh yes baby just like that. Fuck me just like that.” You used the lightest, sexiest voice you could, but stared directly at Mingi while saying it- two birds, one stone. You slowly moved your hands up Mingi’s thigh until you reached his cock. You lightly wrapped your thumb and forefinger around the base, the pace Yunho was fucking you causing your body to rock and your hand to partially jerk Mingi off. 

“Fuck baby girl your pussy is so fucking tight.” Yunho spat through gritted teeth, releasing the hold on your neck to use both hands to steady your hips. You immediately began kissing Mingi again, reaching your other hand up to pinch one of his nipples. Mingi moaned into your mouth and throbbed in your hand. He was so overstimulated by the sound of you being fucked, the personality you assumed as a sub, the taste of your lips. He was close. You were close. Yunho was close. You came first, throbbing around Yunho, breaking the kiss with Mingi and losing your grip on his cock. Mingi had experienced your orgasms many times before, but they never failed to push him over the edge. He came hard, bucking into the air, spurting onto your hands and his chest. You’d gone limp against Mingi’s body, and the only thing holding you up was Yunho’s death grip on your hips. He kept up his brutal pace, hips only faltering after a few more strokes. Once he stilled inside you, he shuddered out a moan, and you could feel him throbbing inside you. Yunho pulled out of you slowly, all three of you breathing heavily. You kissed Mingi while Yunho went to grab a towel to start the clean-up process.

\\

That night, for the first time, you fell asleep in Mingi’s arms. Yunho offered, graciously, to allow Mingi to have you all to himself since it was his birthday. Despite being exhausted from the night’s activities, you woke up in the middle of the night. You listened to his steady breathing, watched his lip twitch as he snored lightly, and you realized just how much you really loved this man. You curled up closer and kissed him on the chest. Then higher, to the crook of his neck, planting tiny kisses everywhere you could reach. Unable to resist any longer, you straddled him, kissing him more and more until you felt him shift beneath you. Mingi’s eyes fluttered open and he mumbled to you, “what are you doing?” with a smile creeping up at the corners of his mouth. You lightly kissed his lips, and he kissed you back. 

“Baby, I’m spent from my birthday gift!” Mingi giggled into your mouth as he ran his hands up and down your waist. 

“Mmmm I know,” you whined, “but I want you again. Just you.” You leaned down and began kissing him again. The kiss turned deeper, sexier, hotter. 

Mingi growled a deep, guttural growl, and flipped you over.

“I hope you’re ready for round two.”

Pt. 3 gonna be juicy yall. 

Tagged tinys: @pearltinyy @voicesinmyhead-rc

[yukkoislost]

i am BACK GODDDAMN sorry no magical girls or md omori to be seen atm 😞 i have ocs tho LMAO

listened to my heart?? and decided to draw ocs before i go absolutely insane. i mean i have three perfectly fine md ocs to work on so i might as well

i never did tell you what i had planned for asta huh

oc dump below cut that no one asked for <3

the three musketeers of my account HDJEHDHS

allow me to introduce them properly, i guess?¿ they each have their own individual posts but those posts were kinda rough around the edges,,

ASTA ✨

asta is my first (disregarding older ocs) md oc i've made. she's ridiculously smart (for the most part) but is also inherently a scaredy cat. she hates change and hates the unknown, sticking to a routine that she's used to for comfort.

like doll, she doesn't have her parents anymore and they're also partly the reason she doesn't have a courage. her parents' death had killed her curious spirit. they had always been more overprotective of her, considering they had both escaped unscathed out of the cabin fever labs situation.. (070 and 072, working on that) if asked, her strongest emotion is Fear. she's allowed it to control her life so much she doesn't know what it's like to live, despite being alive. because of this, even though she had been offered a spot with the cheerleaders, she didn't take it as it would mean a deviation from her comforting routine.

of course, her routine can't last forever. life in the bunker is boring but it was safe, and that's all she needed. (going into how she would be a part of the story? in progress though) she and uzi never knew each other personally. she sat at the back of the class while uzi was towards the front. she preferred not sitting too close to her because of her, uh, personality and actions? either way, she doesn't feel safe with uzi around because of uzi's inventive mind, and her tendency to do and create dangerous things (e.g., her sick as hell railgun. and also the whole braiden thing). asta wasn't necessarily shunned, she just had a small group of friends that she preferred sticking to (until doll killed them in the days going onto the promening)

getting the absolute solver string was NOT on her to-do list, but as mentioned, routine doesn't last forever. she hated the solver string and actively tried to ignore it, but it was difficult because if fucked with her systems and caused her to crave oil (which is a whole other thing and also the point where she finally accepted that she can't keep brushing away what she doesn't want to face). did i also mention she hears the solver's voice in the back of her head, because yeah that happens.

either way, since gaining the solver's string, she is also made aware that uzi and doll both had it but didn't try to reach out for help, still strongly controlled by her fear. my plan for asta was similar to how nori was the solver's secondary host (since cyn wasn't on copper-9 at the time), she would become puppet to the absolute solver, and in turn the third official host because of how lowkey she was and doll and uzi not knowing she had the solver. naturally, asta hated the idea of becoming a pet for the solver and constantly tries to override the solver's control on her (eventually succeeding. it leads the solver to want her death because it fears that asta will take over)

this is all canon divergence ofc :3

SERIAL DESIGNATION E 🐾

my second md oc, and first and only disassembly drone oc (for now? maybe haven't decided). serial designation E (also known as E or cerberus) is the outcast of his three-drone-squad. he had once tried to fit in better with the rest of his peers but after the first attempt, decided that it was too bothersome and they didn't deserve him anyway. or, that's how he phrased it in his lonesome.

he's the laziest of the bunch and hates any extra movement, preferring to kill prey quickly than to draw it out and have fun. he only hunts when his oil levels go down to 15% and if given the choice, he would've chosen to not need to eat at all. he isolates himself and has a small space set up away from the pod and essentially, his squad.

he didn't always used to be like this though, as mentioned whenever he tried his best to fit in with the rest, he did work hard. it wasn't enough though (nothing ever is). outcasted for his strange feature of having three nanite tails instead of one, he was always made fun of and in the beginning was also nicknamed Dog by his two other squad members since he wanted so bad to feel like he was needed and important to them, to the point he would willingly have done anything for them. but that was in the past. there's no point.

as a butler in the elliot manor, he has occasionally come across J, V, N and cyn. hard not to when they hang around the young mistress so often, especially J as her personal maid.. or something. he doesn't remember too well. much like his currently disassembly drone self, he took whatever shortcut he could find back in the mansion. he isn't a good person. he wasn't good then, and certainly isn't any better now. maybe a little. back in the manor, he hated doing work. he severely lacks motivation and seriously can't find a reason that he should be bothered other than the humans could kill him, or whatever. it didn't matter, or maybe it did? he wants to live (does he?) he doesn't remember.

anyway. that life is far behind him now. his squad was sent to copper 9 by JcJenson in spaaaaaaaaace (i forgot how many A's were in the space) to clear out the worker drones of course. he's got a chunk of missing memory somewhere in his head.. somewhere dark and somewhere fleshy. probablly not important. he remembers his quad but he can't find them, only alerted that a new pod and three new disassembly drones had landed– J, V and N (where was the other one? who was the other one? someone is not missing)

the forest breathes life into the dead landscape.

how long had he been asleep for?

OCTAVIERY 🦉

the oc that y'all would be familiar with. octaviery has more posts than asta and E combined (i think). the accidentally acquired child of N and uzi somewhere within the events of cabin fever

the good, quiet child of nuzi,, if you disregard his love for 'extreme sports' (read climbing into places he doesn't belong, and eventually getting stuck like an idiot). since his parents are both verbally loud and open, he never really had to ask for anything himself because his psuedo-parents dealt with it for him, leaving him to be the only introverted person of their small family.

he grows faster than a normal drone would, and thus reaches the age of a young teenager even while uzi is still in school. (yes, he is, in fact, taller than uzi. not taller than N though)

he doesn't know his true purpose.

AND THEN I GOT LAZY TO TYPE🤞

[enigma-the-mysterious]

You know, I've been following your blog since my Musketeers days, and I've thoroughly enjoyed watching you fall in love (and keep being in love) with RRR. But, having very little knowledge about Indian history and culture myself, I thought "here's one of those ships that I'll experience solely through tumblr posts and a fellow tumblrina's passion for it, and that shall be enough."

Well.

I've just watched the movie. And despite everything, I was not prepared. 👀🔥💦

So, I guess I'm here to say, "Thank you for introducing RRR to me." It's taken me a while, and I'm sure I'm still missing a lot of cultural subtext, but, boy, am I on board now! 😄

akakksksksksnsjskssk Welcome to the Rambheem brainrot. I am afraid it's terminal xD Hit me up if you wanna know about the two (three??) on screen marriages between these two lovesick idiots

[tdoong15]

ok ok, what about middle Mina and jihyo babysitting littleSMC and they end up putting on some movie that the middles like (for example star wars) while the littlers are watching with them while giving them snacks and sodas then mama 2yeon comes home and see's there babys drinking soda and watching star wars and starts panicing and scolding middle mina and jihyo for putting on a "violent" movie

Hello Chimp this is really cool. :)

Little!DaChaeTzu, Middle!MiHyo, Cg!2yeon

Warnings: none

Star Wars

Nayeon and Jeongyeon were in the living room, getting ready to leave the house because they had a very busy schedule and unfortunately, they couldn't skip it to take care of SMC, so they had to think quickly. "Hey, Jihyo and Mina, could you two come here, please? Don't worry, you're not in trouble," Jeongyeon called out. Jihyo and Mina walked out of their bedrooms and they walked over to their mommy and mama.

“What do you need, mama?” Jihyo asks since Mina was too distracted by her Nintendo Switch. “Well me and mommy will be out today and we thought that since you're both big girls today you could help babysit for us.” Jeongyeon explains, hoping that they'll agree with the idea. “What's our reward?” Mina questions because she wasn't going to do anything for free especially when it's something like babysitting. The question actually left both Jeongyeon and Nayeon stunned for a couple of seconds until a lightbulb went off in Nayeon's head. “How about we treat you two to a fun day at the theme park which just opened?”

Jihyo and Mina huddled together and discussed their reward and they then looked back up at Nayeon and Jeongyeon. “Okay then, we agree but who are we babysitting?” Mina says and Nayeon was about to talk when she noticed the three Musketeers peer their heads around the corner. “Well just turn around and you'll find out.” Nayeon points to where Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu stood.

The trio had big smiles on their faces along with their favorite plushies in their arms. “Mama ‘n Mommy!” Dahyun yelled out of excitement, all three of them then ran over to where Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Jihyo and Mina were. “Wha’ chu doin’?” Tzuyu looks at her mamas with a confused look on her face. “We're going to do things related to our schedule, sweetie.” Nayeon's tone was soft and soothing whilst she wipes away some crumbs which were left on Tzuyu's face from breakfast.

“Okay, bye bye.” Chaeyoung waves goodbye to her mamas and she hugs them. “We'll be back as soon as possible.” Jeongyeon tells Chaeyoung as they hug. Once the hugs ended, Nayeon and Jeongyeon left the dorm, they just hoped that Mina and Jihyo would be able to look after Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu despite them only being 11 and 12 themselves.

When Nayeon and Jeongyeon were completely gone, Mina and Jihyo looked at each other, wondering what they should do now. “So… what do you guys want to watch?” Jihyo asked the first thing that popped up in her head, the responses ranged from TV shows such as Bluey to movies like Cars. “Why don't we watch something like Star Wars to avoid arguments?” Mina suggests and thankfully everyone agrees with her idea.

“Let's go to the living room then so we can put it on!” Jihyo said to SMC, they were obviously excited but they didn't feel like walking over to the living room, so they decided to make Jihyo and Mina carry them to the couch. Jihyo had Tzuyu and Chaeyoung in her arms while Mina dealt with Dahyun in her arms, who was babbling about random things such as why Elsa was the best Disney character.

Jihyo and Mina placed DaChaeTzu on the couch and they turned on ‘Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope’ as the movie played Jihyo realized that they didn't have any snacks. “Hey, Minari, we should probably sort out snacks for everyone.”Jihyo whispers to Mina, in order to not distract the littles. Mina nods her head in agreement and she slowly shuffles away from the living room and into the kitchen with Jihyo.

“What should we do for snacks and drinks?” Mina questions while she searches for anything interesting. “I don't know, we should just do the classic movie things of soda and candy” Jihyo shrugs her shoulders and she grabs a bowl as well as bags of candy. “Sounds good to me.” Mina walks over to the refrigerator and she picks up some bottles of soda.

The duo were walking back with the food and drinks they had collected when they heard Tzuyu shout loudly. “Woah what's going on here?” Jihyo rushes over, placing the candy bowl on the table, before going over to Tzuyu. “Dubu said dat I wook wike the old green alien!” Tzuyu whines and she glares at Dahyun. “TzuYoda!” Dahyun giggles in response which results in Minjoong, Tzuyu's toy, being thrown at her face. “Hey, don't throw stuff at your sister, Tzuyu. And Dahyun, don't call your sister Yoda. Now if you both don't apologize then you two won't get any candy.” Jihyo quickly takes control of the situation and she was actually quite surprised by her immediate response.

Tzuyu and Dahyun gasped in shock and they apologized to each other for their actions and behaviors because they wanted candy. “That was dealt with quickly.” Mina says whilst she places the bottles of soda on the table, Jihyo nods her head in agreement and she sits back down on the couch to watch the movie.

Throughout the movie, DaChaeTzu asked for help with their bottles of soda since they couldn't do it themselves. Around halfway through ‘Star Wars: The Last Jedi’, Nayeon and Jeongyeon returned from their busy day and when they walked into the living room to greet the girls again they were in complete surprise when they saw the littles drinking full bottles of soda whilst Star Wars was playing in the background.

“Who did this?” Jeongyeon asks, trying to remain as calm as possible because she could never be overly angry at them. However, the sound of her voice made Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu jump since they didn't know that their mama and mommy would be home yet. “Hyo n’ Mimi did, mama.” Chaeyoung pointed at Jihyo and Mina who were now frozen in place since they knew that they were going to get told off.

Nayeon let out a long sigh and she gave Jihyo and Mina a look to indicate that she wanted to talk to them now, Jihyo and Mina obviously listened and they went over to Nayeon. “Why did you two decide to do this? You were both fully aware that those three are significantly younger than you two today and they shouldn't be watching violent movies and drinking soda.” Nayeon's voice was filled with disappointment since she thought that she was going to be able to treat them to the theme park.

“We're sorry.” Mina and Jihyo said at the same time and then Mina added on. “We decided on Star Wars because we thought that it wouldn't cause any arguments over what to watch.” Mina explains, trying to justify the movie choice. Jihyo then decided to tell her part. “Also for the snacks and drinks, we didn't know what to do so we chose classic movie things.” She says in an apologetic tone.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon look at each other and they decide on what they should do about the situation. “Well, we're very grateful for your honesty, but, this does mean that you two will not be able to go to the theme park because of what happened.” Jeongyeon tells them in a gentle yet stern way, Nayeon also decided to add in her own 2 cents for the situation. “You both will deal with Dahyun's, Chaeyoung's and Tzuyu's sugar rushes, however, we will step in if it gets too out of hand.”

Mina and Jihyo nod their head and accept responsibility for what they have done, they then look over to the couch and notice that DaChaeTzu were running around the living room and using their stuffed animals as their own lightsabers. “This is going to be a long afternoon.” Jihyo mutters to Mina who agrees with her.

Hi I hope you all enjoyed this and you have an amazing day/evening/night. Also if you like ILLIT what do you think about their debut? I personally think it's really nice and I enjoy it.

[kuramirocket]

Marco Treviño, 40, is the new coach of the United States Hockey League's Tri-City Storm.  

"I want people to understand. You come from a Latin background -- in my case, being full Mexican -- it's not something you see in the game. I want people to see it, so they say, 'This guy did it. This guy played for a long time, and now he's coaching for a long time.'"

Treviño wants to share that part of his family story -- to represent, educate, and inspire.

Marco grew up in the Detroit area, where his parents, Bernardino and Gloria, still live today. Bernardino was born in Linares, Nuevo León, Mexico, and immigrated to the U.S. at 17 years old; Gloria was born in Michigan after her parents moved from Linares to Detroit.

Treviño family

A former defenseman, Marco picked up hockey for the same reasons many kids try the sport: he grew up near rinks, and his older brother, Juan, played first. At a time when relatively few Mexican-Americans played high-level hockey, Treviño reached the USHL with the Waterloo Black Hawks and Sioux City Musketeers.

Treviño family

On Dec. 3, 2024, Treviño was elevated from assistant coach to head coach. Treviño believes the promotion is rooted in crucial lessons he learned while coaching AAA hockey based in suburban Detroit.

"I was able to build a bit of a reputation there -- this is where that second-tier player should go, who's not the most heavily recruited, to get better and stronger and work their way up to the [North American Hockey League]," Treviño said. "A lot of those guys, I still keep in touch with."

Treviño's development philosophy is also informed by his most important role: father to three children, including 18-year-old Tristen.

Tristen was born in 2006, shortly after Marco turned 22, and is now a defenseman with the Bismarck Bobcats of the NAHL.

"I think that's helped me as a coach, knowing what people are telling these kids," Marco said. "My son's been up and down, the [NAHL] and USHL. Knowing what pressure is on these kids: Division I scholarships, which colleges are talking to him, is he in the lineup tonight. …

"Having those conversations with my son on a personal level, and knowing exactly what he's feeling, is what allows me to have empathy in those same conversations with my guys."

Treviño family

Treviño's approach was rewarded when the Storm named him as their 10th head coach.

"When I started coaching, this is the level I always wanted to be at," he said. "This was the goal, to be a USHL head coach. I feel like I can give the most to players -- and players need the most support -- at this age, with things going on in their lives. Moving away from home, not being with their families for the first time, but they're all Division I committed, so there's a hurry to get to college.

"I know when I played, it was a very tough time for me. This is where I feel like I can offer the most support to players."

Treviño family

Marco has made countless trips to Mexico to visit relatives there; Bernardino has seven brothers and seven sisters) Family remains at the center of Treviño's life despite the challenges of working in hockey. The Tri-City Storm is based in Kearney, Nebraska, but Marco's wife, Keila, and their children remain based in the Pittsburgh area; Marco had coached there for the Pittsburgh Penguins Elite program before joining the Tri-City coaching staff.

The current Colorado College associate coach, recommended that Tri-City general manager, hire Treviño as a Pittsburgh-based scout. When then-Storm assistant departed the organization, the Tri-City general manager offered Treviño the opportunity to replace Nies.

"I knew the opportunity doesn't come around very often, so I had to jump and take it," Treviño recalled. "It's been great, but it's tough. I live away from home … I have a 6-year-old with autism, so the programs he's in -- counseling and schooling -- everything's already set up there, so we weren't able to really move. It's not an option to move him."

Like many of the players he's coaching, Treviño had to move away from home to pursue his hockey dream. That's yet another common experience as he seeks to build connections with his players.

"Being empathetic, putting myself in other people's shoes, and saying, 'This is what's going through an 18-, 19-, 20-year-old kid's head,'" Treviño says. "Thinking about it in a supporting role, instead of a dictating role, and guide them through the process.

"Making the experience positive, teaching them life lessons they can carry on to Division I, to pro -- that's where I'd like to think I have success, trying to get through it with them."

Treviño family

Marco Treviño is making a name for himself, one that more people in the hockey world will learn with each game. And with Tristen committed to play college hockey at Robert Morris, there will be more opportunities to write about the Treviño family.

[urneighbourhooddarling]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

I am fairly new to writing. I ask that you are respectful and kind when replying to my posts, essentially don't be weird. I am taking requests however I do not write smut and things involving graphic and sexual themes.

my writing may be suggestive; however, I don't write full on smut.

𓆩♡𓆪 note: let me know if you'd be interested in seeing this idea being written into a fic. this is just a little snippet of a scene that has been playing around in my head. I don't know if any of you have watched "the three musketeers: D'Artagnan" but it's so good and it's been a hyper fixation for a few weeks. the scene includes one of the characters - Aramis (played by Romain Duris - I love his character in the movie) and an o/c named Dilara Saviour-Flor de Monde. Here it is.

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The small bathroom smelled of alcohol and soap, the sharp tang stinging her nose as she worked. She balanced on the counter, shirt undone and hanging haphazardly off her shoulders, revealing the tattoos along her collarbones, a threaded needle clamped between her teeth. Her hands were steady despite the sharp pain that came with every swipe of the cloth against her wound.

From the bedroom, the captain’s voice filtered through. “This will require diplomacy—and force, if necessary. You, Aramis, and Porthos guard the gate until I return. No one leaves.”

“You’re wasting your breath,” she called, pulling the needle from her lips, resting it on the counter and wincing when she pressed a bit too roughly on her wound.

Captain Tréville appeared in the doorway, his frown deepening when he saw her. “Would you at least sit still while we plan?” he barked. “Porthos, turn around—stop staring at her like a bloody painting.”

Porthos grunted, shifting his weight as his gaze flicked guiltily away. “She could at least close the door.”

“She won’t listen,” Aramis drawled with a small smirk, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes lingered on her, a mix of amusement and something more shadowed in his gaze. “Too stubborn for her own good.”

“Then help her.”

Aramis straightened at Tréville’s clipped order. He took a step into the bathroom, his confidence softening as he approached.

“I can do it myself,” she protested, her voice calm but unbothered by his presence, her hands still deftly cleaning the wound.

“I know you can,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice low and gentle. “But if you don’t shut that beautiful mouth of yours and let me help, I swear, I’ll lose my mind.”

His words froze her hands, her defiance slipping under the weight of his steady gaze. She let out a breath, relenting with a curt nod. He was between her legs now, a presence she couldn’t ignore as he gently took her hands, placing them to rest at her sides.

“Are you okay with me touching you?” he asked softly, his tone a rare mix of respect and vulnerability.

She nodded again, silent this time, her usual sharp wit muted as his fingers brushed hers. He worked with a care she hadn’t expected, cleaning and stitching her wound with an attentiveness that made her chest tighten.

When he was done, his hand brushed over the tattoos across her collarbone, the faintest touch that felt heavier than it should have.

“Aramis…” she whispered, her voice catching.

His fingers froze, his eyes darting to hers. He blinked as if waking from a dream, pulling back. “Sorry,” he said softly, his hand retreating like the moment had burned him.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.

“If I could take your pain,” he said finally, his voice low, raw, “I would.”

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, but before she could respond, Tréville’s sharp voice broke from the other room.

“Are we finished here, or do you need me to stitch your mouth shut too?”

Her lips quirked into a faint smile, breaking the tension as Aramis stepped back. But the weight of his words lingered, long after the moment had passed.

[thebaffledcaptain]

Things that happened at the 2024 Mount Harmon Plantation Rebels and Redcoats Tactical Event

as recounted by a humble fifer light infantryman of His Majesty’s 22nd Regiment of Foot, for his own records:

Thanks to the weather forecast and the distance of the event, the 22nd had a whopping turn out of four men. Originally I had planned to do field music but the sergeant agreed that it was kind of pointless for such a small group, so, in a last minute change of plans, I had the opportunity to do my second new impression in as many weeks as 22nd light infantry??

We don’t even officially have a light infantry company for our unit anymore. This was the regiment’s only light kit, which we only recently put together for use at display events, so I felt very honored getting to christen it on the battlefield.

Officially speaking our battalion was "on reserve" in the morning, according to orders. However, this being a tactical event, obviously that was subject to change. The bets at how long we would stay on reserve came in at about 15 minutes.

We were on reserve for maybe five minutes.

The Doodles came in fast and also didn't feel much like playing by the rules (which were that if you were outnumbered, you were supposed to fall back lest you get killed or taken prisoner). Instead they camped at one end of a footbridge and heckled us while we had them bottlenecked for a good half hour.

For some reason the 22nd lads were all put in the second rank despite being the three shortest people on the company.

The good Sergeant brought his little carbine for me to use, figuring that, being the regiment’s resident Small Person, I would have less trouble with it than with a standard Model 2.

Overall I would agree it was more comfortable for me. My file partner from the 7th, however, was very patient as I struggled to fire from the second rank with a gun that was six inches shorter than everyone else’s and a height that was about a head shorter than his, too.

Established some pretty formidable fortifications by propping up a picnic table in front of the footbridge. No gabions necessary.

At one point our company led a bayonet charge against the Rebels still sitting at the end of this footbridge (and VASTLY outnumbered by British forces, mind you). The Doodles attempted a volley where only about four muskets went off but for some reason our entire company "died" because... well, we were attempting to play by the rules...

According to said rules, we were later miraculously revived by our commander with the Holy and Sacred Incantation "I Shalleth Liveth Forever Ressurectus."

Nearly lost the Sergeant to the Foreman Creek when he leaned back a little too hard on a fence that was a little too flimsy. His first reaction was “SAVE THE HAT! IT’S WORTH MORE THAN ME!” so you can imagine he was fine.

I admit that I, too, gasped about his hat before I vocalized any concern about him, as much as I care about him, but clearly we were on the same page.

The hat was fine, too, by some miracle. Thank goodness.

At one point two of the 22nd lads decide to run everyone’s canteens back up to camp along with a message for headquarters. This was a kind gesture until they ran straight into a group of Doodles and were never seen again for the rest of the battle. We could only assume the poor lads got captured… along with everyone’s water.

Initially I was unsure whether I would regret not sending my canteen with them to be refilled but as it turns out that was the best decision I could have possibly made. It was 83 degrees that day.

Eventually the 22nd sergeant takes his leave from us for Real Life Health Reasons which means I am now the only Cheshire in our battalion, having (presumably) lost both my comrades to the Rebels. I had never fallen out with the 7th guys until this weekend but they’re a nice group and I’m glad I was stuck with them and not… some of the other units.

The 7th guys, almost none of which now had water, spent the aftermath of the battle desperately asking around for any sign of the canteens, never mind the lads who took them…

Got back to camp and couldn’t find the rest of my regiment. After a while I stumbled across the Sergeant who appeared, to me, to have spawned like an NPC under a tree I had already passed multiple times.

Maybe 20 minutes later the Canteen Lads materialize seemingly out of thin air. I ask them how they managed to escape and they inform me they were never captured in the first place?

In a wild turn of events they managed to make a run for it and escape unscathed when that group of Doodles closed in, making it back to camp and bringing word to headquarters to send reinforcements… so it turns out they were the reason our battalion managed to escape from our position behind our picnic table fortification.

Unfortunately this also meant we were permanently separated from them for the rest of the battle because we were not remotely in the same place as when they left us, so evidently they just sat around until the coast was clear, with all the canteens, while we marched out to route the rest of the Doodles. The sort of stuff you only get at tacticals.

Once we were reunited it immediately became Regimental Nap Time. Every one of us just laid in the grass and slept for like an hour. It’s about the simple pleasures of life.

Both spoiled and not spoiled in terms of food this weekend. Being a group of only four, we had a dinner that exclusively consisted of random bits of cheese and bread and rotisserie chicken, which frankly was fine by me, but by no means our most elaborate meal.

However, the Sergeant seems to have taken up baking recently, and brought us a wonderful apple pie which we ate for dessert.

...and also breakfast the next day (with a bit of Skellig cheese, a new favorite of ours... would highly recommend). I mean, it beats burgoo (18th century style oatmeal) (though I am rather fond of burgoo).

Got to complete what I consider a reenactor rite of passage by using a bayonet as a bottle opener only to realize it was a screw top the whole time.

Made a friend of mine cry via sad 18th century music, which I consider more of an honor than anything else. She was fine, if anyone was worried, only expressing an emotion I too resonate with on a deep level (the Sad 18th Century Music Emotion).

The Rebels were out bright and early the next day—too bright and early for many of our tastes—as we had not received orders nor even eaten our breakfasts yet by the time we spotted them from camp.

It made for some cool maneuvers though so I can’t complain. My brother-in-arms sniped a stubborn Doodle who refused to fall with the rest of his unit. In the end I’m not sure if it was his own moral conscience or the hearty “DIE REBEL BASTARD!” that got him to stand down.

Ran a good bayonet charge at some Rebels who were confident they had us in a pincer maneuver only to discover we had already picked off the other half of said pincer.

In the meantime our commander interviewed our captives, asking questions such as “so, how did you feel when you saw you were being bayonet charged?” “on a scale from one to ten, how likely would you be to recommend this bayonet charge?” and “what was the scariest part—was it the Fusilier feathers, the light infantry [referring to me, the sole light infantryman in the battalion…] or the bayonets?”

The answer to this question was “the fifer.”

As a fifer myself (on most occasions) I am compelled to say this was the correct answer.

This event ended far too soon, partially because we simply routed the Rebels so thoroughly there was no point in continuing. The “war” was over by 10 am, which was far too early to leave, by my standards, so the Cheshires stuck around for a little longer to eat our yet unfinished breakfast.

In a very typical move, my brother-in-arms and I were the very last people to leave the site. Neither of us could be persuaded to leave any earlier than we possibly had to and spent a good amount of time procrastinating by helping the sergeant pack up all his stuff instead of dealing with our own.

In the end we were about five minutes too slow—we had managed to generally skirt the rain for the entire weekend until the very last couple minutes taking down the tent, during which it started suddenly pouring. To me, this seemed like a sign that we had gone as far as we could and now it was probably time to leave the 18th century, something I am always loathe to do, but alas… at least we can say we didn’t waste a second of it.

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

5!

Thank you so much for invading my ask box again, Babs!! I appreciate you so much 🥹❣️

All right, The Cobra is my Marvel WIP (technically WIP even though it's published, because it's unfinished and I haven't been able to find the time to continue it for quite a while). But it's a fic I want to finish someday, eventually, though I don't know when. It's a fic that's very dear to me. It was my first big writing project that I actually published for the world to see, so I love it a lot for that. Okay, buckle up for some lore. I told @koko-raccoon all about my OC, so here's everything I told them:

Her full given name is Lucille Dorothy Barnes, but she goes by Lucy for short, or Luce (She/Her pronouns!! She's a Cisgender Lady :3 Tbh, I like to headcanon her as the type to put Pronouns in her Bio once she gets to the present and has an actual phone and learns how to use Social Media). Anyway, she's Bucky's younger sister, and he's her oldest brother (yes, she has two older brothers and one younger brother. I gave her two additional brothers because according to canon lore, Bucky's supposed to be the oldest of four, even though nothing about his siblings is known in canon).

She and Bucky are 1000% the closest to each other in their family, they were each other's first best friends!! That's the power of sibling love. The two of them eventually meet Steve, and she becomes Steve's bestie as well at the same time that Bucky becomes Steve's bestie. The three of them kind of become a friendship trio, like The Three Musketeers. Oh yeah, and she's also Aro/Ace, but doesn't figure it out until later, because of how taboo being LGBTQ+ was back in the forties. Her being Cis and Aro/Ace is based off my best friend, who is also Cis and Aro/Ace, pffffft (and despite being Aro/Ace, she's one of the most loving people I know).

Anyway, Lucy never gets powers, but does support Steve while he gets the serum, and actually does manage to join the army with him. Even though she's a woman, she still gets in because let's just say that's how desperate they were, lmao. And they also tour together selling War Bonds as Captain America and The Cobra (which eventually becomes her actual superhero name). Then they both get trapped in the ice. I don't know how she survived, because she never got the serum. Let's just say she's built different--and somehow the ice protected her all of those years, I don't know. I don't think I thought about that enough when I wrote it.

Anyway, they wake up in 2012, join the Avengers, and craziness ensues. But the craziest part is reuniting with Bucky, who she thought died all the way back in the forties. She definitely took his presumed death the hardest, she grieved so much. She never really fully recovered from when she thought she lost him. She actually turned to drinking to make herself feel better, it was that bad (she previously never even touched alcohol). And she even cut her long, brown hair and dyed it; it eventually grows back and regains its old, natural color, but it was still a huge, rebellious move for her. She gets even more upset when she learns that Bucky was brainwashed, and he's barely even her brother anymore. But part of her that she thought would never heal heals when Bucky is eventually freed of his mind control and becomes a part of her life again. They definitely become each other's support system when Steve goes back to live out his life in the forties and dies, leaving the two of them (and Sam).

And she's reminded just how fun it is to spend time with her big brother again. She just missed him so much 😭 I like to think that she's also trapped in the town Wanda creates in WandaVision, and actually forgets everything, and Wanda tries to justify it by saying that now she gets to live the life she lost. Very sad stuff. I actually kind of used this fic as an excuse to write a character going through the grieving process, sort of?? It was definitely interesting.

Here's an excerpt of Lucy dealing with grief and turning to drinking as an unhealthy coping mechanism:

When they got back, she turned to drinking. Being drunk erased the pain. It numbed everything. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it helped. She was old enough anyway. She and Steve sat in the remains of a building, listening to a broadcast.

“Blackout is still in effect throughout the London area. Please wait for the all-clear. Your attention, please. All citizens should remain indoors until further notice. Blackout is still in effect throughout the London Area.”

Peggy suddenly appeared in a trenchcoat. Steve cleared his throat and spoke, his voice sounding rather raspy, “Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?”

“I can.” Lucy hiccuped, pouring herself another shot. “It helps with the pain. Physical and mental. Also, Steve, m’pretty sure your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person.”

She heard that her words sounded slightly slurred, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“I was just about to say that.” Peggy grabbed a chair and sat beside them. “He thought it could be one of the side effects. It wasn’t either of your faults.”

“Did you read the report?” Steve questioned, probably sounding harsher than intended.

“Yes.”

“Then you know that’s not true.”

She slammed her shot glass on the table, startling Peggy, “I was a coward.”

“You did everything you could,” Peggy assured them. “Did you believe in your friend and brother? Did you respect him? Then stop blaming yourselves. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He damn well must’ve thought you were worth it. Both of you.”

“That’sss Bucky for you.” Lucy’s “s” was slightly drawn out. She laughed drunkenly and then hiccuped again.

“I’m going after Schmidt,” Steve decided. “I’m not gonna sleep until all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

“You won’t be alone.” 

Lucy never forgot those words of comfort.

Here's an excerpt of a small part of WandaVision that I wrote in advance because I got so excited to get to it:

Lucy started to grow angry herself for not being listened to, “What is outside of Westview, Wanda?”

“You know full well what’s out there,” Wanda snapped. “Lucy, I did this for you, too.”

“What?”

“Haven’t you noticed? You’ve gotten to live through all of the decades you never got to experience. You never had to be a hero,” Wanda explained.

Lucy’s hands curled into fists, “I thought you were my friend, Wanda. How could you do this? People here are suffering!”

“You don’t understand.” 

“I don’t understand?” Lucy hit the table with all her strength and started to shout, “I knew damn well what I was getting into when I got into that plane with Steve!”

“You don’t get to make a choice for us, Wanda!” Vision exclaimed.

Also, the best flipping part about this fic is that Lucy is canon is some way thanks to The Falcon and The Winter Soldier!! Sort of. Okay, I still made Lucy up, and Bucky's sister never appears on-screen, so it can be assumed she never made it to the present and passed away at some point. Or he could even be lying. But let me have this!! When my best friend, Matilda, pointed this out, I squealed with happiness so hard.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

*see the Three Musketeers and Swan Lake Barbie AU*

*slides in and crass into a tree*

There Musketeers and Swan Lake AU? My childhood?! Sign me up and tell us more about it!

Unless you already did and I being an idiot and forgot about them :v

The 3 musketeers is a oneshot already :v

And as for the swan lake... I referenced it actually in the wink Au S4.

So imma have the swan lake explained on short under the cut :'3

We start off with our Floyd as a more free-spirited guy, his parents being just simple people of the kingdom with simple needs and as such. His father was a shoemaker and his mother was a seamstress. Jade was making sweet eyes with the baker's son, so Floyd just wanted an adventure.

Cue wondering around, finding a unicorn and thinking that he ate some of Jade's sus fungi.

Floyd finds a pretty rock! The rock turns out to be a magic cristal!

Floyd yeets it in the fucking lake. :'3

Of course, this is to the horror of floofy dress fairy Malleus who hoped Floyd would help them out with the problem of evil wizard Crowley. Floyd wanted nothing to do with the wierd guy in sparkly dress and the critters around. He just wants home and wait for the mushroom effects to wear off(he never ate a mushroom to begin with)

But he is pursued by Crow man and turned into a swan. :v

Cue Floyd waddling home anyway as a swan, after Malleus gives him the retrieved gem. Only at night Floyd would turn back to a human, so he hoped it would be enough to convince him to help.

It is enough to convince Floyd to help, since it was an absolute inconvenience to be a swan during day and a human during night. Jade did take his feathers that fell off and used to stuff a pillow, his parents didn't know if Floyd should eat bird seeds or something else. And he was more than often asked if he was for sale.

So being fed up with the whole swan situation, Floyd returns to the magical forest in hopes to just beat up the wizard and get his ass back to a normal hooman.

He leaves at night tho, as to not attract suspicions. That's also when he meets a guy with bright red hair, dressed up as any commoner, but with a hood cape to boot. It was clearly an adventurer that maybe stumbled upon this village. But the guy was kind enough to give Floyd a ride to the gate he wanted to go.

The 2 do talk, the stranger asking why Floyd is going towards the waterfall. He replies that he has some business he has to take care of. In turn, Floyd asks why does this stranger have a fancy rapier with him. The stranger is surprised Floyd knew the difference in between a rapier and sword, but he backs it up, saying that many knights and swordspeople came to his father and mother for clothes adjustments, so Floyd and his brother were told many cool stories while their parents would fix those shoes and clothes.

The stranger says that he is a swordsman, working for the queen. He was just patrolling around and didn't mind to give a small ride to Floyd as it was a pretty quiet village.

Floyd simply waits for the guy to leave before using his crystal, which was now a pendant, to open the gate and return to the magical forest, where the magical critters, now back to their fairy/elf/mer forms, being happy that he finally accepted to help.

Floyd is sent to the aincent library, in the volcano gazers, where the fire mers reside. Those are Idia and Ortho, who take great care of all the aincent books, despite the library being literally in a volcano.

They do try and help Floyd and Epel(our sassy unicorn) find the book of the forest, but it takes them all day and then some more, without any results.

Floyd still wants to return home for the day, knowing that Crowley won't risk his ass to come into a village as that big ass bird. But, being too tired, he falls asleep on the lake.

Meanwhile, Jade was growing worried about his brother. He consults with his parents and the baker's son, Trey, before deciding to go after Floyd and help him break that curse.

On his way, he meets up with the same adventurer that Floyd meet up. Thinking it was Floyd, he wonders why he keeps returning to that place. Jade clears it out that his brother was Floyd and he was in quite a pickle.

Of course, the 2 find the way inside via crow man, who hoped to lure them in and use them as a bargain chip.

Of course, he reveals his ploy too late as the 3 already meet up and it was when Floyd got again to his human form. Since he was wearing the crystal, crow man couldn't curse him anymore.

Of course, the redhead stranger gives out his name as Riddle. And Riddle also wanted to help. He insists that he has the skill necessary to take down a threat such as the wizard. And if it's not enough, surely he could 'convince' the queen to get an army.

Floyd tho, insists that it's not that easy. That they shouldn't get involved because Crowley would turn them into critters as well. Maybe even worse.

But to at least reassure their comune concerns, Floyd accepts to at least visit them when the sun goes down, at the border to the magical forest.

And this goes for a few days. Idia and Ortho were relentlessly searching for that book and Floyd with Epel were helping out with it.

This went for a few nights. Sometimes Jade would visit or Riddle. And they would stay together for a few hours before Floyd had to go back and continue with his search.

Finally, Idia finds that fucking book. And bringing it to the others. Giving it to Floyd and opening it, everyone is searching through it, trying to find how to use the crystal's full potential.

What they do find tho, was that very sappy quote of '2 becoming 1'. This, of course puts everyone on springs since how tf do they figure this one out?

That noon tho, Floyd meets up with Riddle, the redhead telling to him about a ball. He would have to attend it as a 'guard of the queen', so he hopes Floyd would at least attend it. He wanted to see him there.

Of course, the other beings of the magical forest go nuts over this. And have Floyd attend that ball. Of course, there needed to be preparations. How to dress up, make sure the manners are in check, from top to bottom, everything had to be to impress. This was a ball that was at the palace after all.

Unfortunately, Crowley steals the book with Idia too. As such, Crowley also knows about this and everyone urges Floyd to go and hurry, in case crow man tries to compromise their plan.

Of course, at the ball, Crowley reaches there before Floyd, with his decoy.

Riddle turns out to be the prince, being pressured by his mother to marry someone. She wanted to put her son on the throne already and ground him from keeping exploring around.

So of course, Riddle thought that was Floyd and slowly reveal that he was pressured to marry early. He was skeptical about everything, but he felt like Floyd was special.

Unfortunately, the real Floyd comes around only when Riddle mentions the proposal, but he doesn't hear how it was only Riddle mocking his mother's expectation of how he should propose.

And Floyd feels a tingle in his chest. It hurts a lot and he was turning back into a human, the pain spreading around until it was unbearable and collapses.

Of course, this gains the attention of some people, word getting to Riddle who immediately realises that it was a scam. Of course, Crowley is happy that his plan was successful.

Cue epic af chase after Crowley steals the now inactive crystal. Floyd does gain some consciousness, only able to mutter out that his chest is in pain. Riddle reassures that it would be alright, once they are somewhere safe.

We also get mostly like the movie ending, bc I believe that it is a great ending, but the wedding itself is after a year or so. Jade still fucking teases his brother whenever Floyd wears or has feathers on him tho. He'll never let that one die. :'3

[curseconsumed]

@valiancie

The moon was full that night, illuminating the Nash estate like a glowing beacon. It was cold for summer – unseasonably cold – and Elizabeth Morrow trekked swiftly along the grounds, tightening her fingers around the cape at her throat. She intended to read for a bit in the barn. Despite it not being safe, there was a restless, unsettled pull in her stomach that compelled her to sit with the horses. Animals, no matter the type, tended to warm her far more than any human companionship, and on this night she was in dire need of company.

Upon entering the barn, she set down the lantern she’d been carrying and moved over to Gunpowder, her favorite of the well-bred steeds. His white hair practically glowed within the candlelight, and she smiled while moving over to stroke his flank. “Hello, there,” Elizabeth whispered. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a s.pell?”

He nickered in response and she grinned, rubbing his nose. Taking that to mean “yes,” she happily sank onto the dirty ground by his stall and curled her knees toward her chest. Beneath her cloak, she unearthed the worn, dog-eared letter she’d read and re-read by her cousin, Samuel. She hadn’t heard from him in three whole months… Though not unusual for correspondence to be spotty during w.ar, Elizabeth dreaded any potential news that he might have been killed or struck ill.

Opening the letter with shaking fingers, Elizabeth once more read through Samuel’s stilted, sloppy scroll, only to jerk at the distant whinny of a horse. That surely didn't belong to the Nashes...all of their thoroughbreds were in for the night.

Brow creasing, Elizabeth listened in confusion, tilting her head toward the sound of the noise. Despite it being a fledgling gift of hers, she could make out a faint glow, almost like the figure of a man outlined by candle flame. He was several yards ahead of at least five men on horseback -- from what she could discern, he was dodging through the woods while the others remained on the main path. Unfortunately, it seemed these men were roaming the estate. In this time and age, it was quite common for thieves to pillage, so she could easily imagine what these strangers wanted.

Determined, Elizabeth rose from off the ground in search of the musket Dr. Desmond Nash, the p.atriarch of the estate, kept hanging on the far barn wall. With shaking hands, she drew the weapon downward, then checked the flash pan to see if it was loaded with gunpowder. It wasn’t.

Cursing under her breath, Elizabeth rummaged through a neighboring basket, then withdrew a paper cartridge before ripping it open with her teeth. From her peripheral, she could sense the first figure clumsily approaching.

After loading the gunpowder into the flash pan, Elizabeth took the metal rod off the musket and jerked it in and out of the barrel, all the while creeping toward the closed barn doors. The man was nearly upon her now…

With the musket fully loaded, Elizabeth took a breath, then ripped open the left barn door. In a flash, she jerked the musket upright and pointed it toward the shadowed figure, her hands shaking as she seethed, “Not another step! Don’t come any closer!”

Sallow light from her lantern danced across the man’s face, but he was unfamiliar to her -- she’d never seen him in Lufton before. Mouth growing dry, she shifted the musket so that the b.utt rested against her shoulder. “Please,” she begged, “I don’t want to hurt you -- just turn around and go!”

[gemwing1988]

Cuphead Show: Dreamstone Edition Henchman Headcanons

The part where Henchman adds in “Head” every time the Devil refers Cuphead as “That cup” becomes a running gag in the fanfic adaption, followed up by the Devil bluntly answering, “Thank you, Henchman”.

Despite being a demon and the Devil’s minion, Henchman is surprisingly good friends with the Dreamstones, most especially Katie, who he often refers to as Miss Katie.

He was considering about calling Katie “Mrs. Boss” once the Devil succeeds in marrying her.

Henchman is basically the only known demon in the Underworld who enjoys the Devil’s theatrical performance in the Devil’s personal theatre.

He likes jazz music, anything that swings and enjoys the Devil playing the piano, pipe organ and violin.

He likes to sleep in bed with a teddy bear he affectionately named “Ms. Cuddles”.

Henchman likes bright colours. He likes blue, green, yellow, orange, white, teal and purple. However, surprisingly, his most favourite colour is pink because he thinks it’s a cute colour.

His favourite animal is a cat. He most especially adores kittens.

His favourite sweets and desserts are cookies, brownies, doughnuts and cupcakes.

His favourite dishes are macaroni and cheese, spaghetti and meatballs and chicken salads. He also enjoys peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every now and then.

His favourite choice of beverages are hot chocolate, grape juice and fruit punch.

He prefers purely smooth orange juice since he doesn’t like the bits floating in it.

His first time of being the new host of Roll the Dice in place of King Dice was also ironically his last since the comical incident when he accidentally botched his attempt to mimic Dice’s dance moves had him trip over and get stuck in a tuba.

Henchman’s favourite choice of place for a vacation is a day at the beach. He also enjoys seaside sunsets the most. He would like to sped his day offs at in a log cabin in a snowy forest since he thinks they’re so cosy.

Henchman is the only one in the Underworld who knows about the Devil likes the company of a rubber duck Old Scratch affectionately names “Mr. Squeaks” in the bath tub while the Devil has one of his pampered bubble baths.

Although he isn’t as much as a fan of Stickler as the Devil isn’t, Henchman isn’t above being mildly more tolerable towards the auditor when they have to work together on certain subjects or if they’re pulled into certain circumstances such as when the Devil has them be part of the audience during his dance-off against Ms. Chalice.

One of his favourite past times is crochet and he once made a sweater for the Devil to cover up his bald spots after the incident of Mugman throwing the invisible sweater over him that burnt off the most of his fur.

Henchman doesn’t like extreme violence or anything too unnecessarily graphic.

He’s also a very good cook and bakes amazing sweets.

His favourite books are Robin Hood, The Three Musketeers, Peter Pan, Treasure Island and romance novels. He enjoys the Mugbeard the Pirate series as much as Mugman, even though he’s disappointed about the ending of the previous book.

He was the one to give the Devil his #1 Boss coffee mug as a gift.