#he also just hands you the solution keys like a normal fucking person instead of vomiting

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world's most pathetic wet death god performs worst boom-kill to ever grace this earth, asked to leave the mystery labyrinth

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Liveblog: Wakfu Season 1 (episode 20, The Tree of Life)

I like to think he was looking for any sign of Armand being a sussy baka, or, alternatively, Armand being actually worried about the things he's been told.

Sadly, Joris finds neither.

I like to think that Joris and Amalia&Eva have a good pre-established relationship for the following reason: it's shown to be good enough for him to get onto the balcony and for them to be immediately happy about it, instead of going "what the hell are you doing here?" or "were you spying on us? (he was. even if it is for the good of the world.)"

Maybe that's another reason Armand hates him — besides Joris insisting on the instructions that were given to him and not bowing down to Armand's ~power~ — Joris may be a yet another person who likes his sister more.

Btw Joris is doing batshit insane tower climbing again, just like in the Ush comic.

Never change, king.

Get ready for my deep, deep, insightful commentary into what the fact that Joris believes that no issue is insolvable implies within the context of his "has seen countless human deaths" life:

I think I hauve covid.

Do you think one of the solutions that he has for issues is to wait it out and watch, as the walls of the prison that are "circumstances of life", start to decay?

Translation from politespeak: "I am going to cause a political incident with your cringe brother to help you tell your father about Nox's plans."

I love how ready he is to beat people up. And to cause a political incident.

Joris after getting down from the balcony railing, now suddenly very much below everyone in the room, in a matter of fact voice: After I slam the tree stump on the floor to create a loud sound, — and probably damage said floor, sorry, — you are going to scream that the iop returned. I will keep hitting random things until they run in. When the guards do run in, I beat them to unconsciousness with my magic wand. You can also hit them if you want, — yes, yes, you can use the candelabra, or any other metal object in the room, — but do not hit them on the head without me! It's very easy to accidentally kill a person, when you're not used to beating them to unconscious on a relatively regular basis.

Bugs when you lift a rock.

God knows, Joris is extremely aware of how bad the thing he just did is, and how much trouble he'll be in afterwards. God also knows that Joris probably doesn't give a shit.

The little slam... The commanding voice... He's everything.

When Joris is this polite, he is either angry as fuck and can't do anything about it, or angry as fuck and about to beat you to death.

This little "I insist" is so uncalled-for. He's just mocking them at this point, considering what he is about to do.

Something I really noticed this time around, is that Joris really likes kicking things. He kicked Pinpin, he kicked these guys... This is a trait he gets from Kerubim, sure, but he takes kickmaxxing to another level by, very cockily, doing half this battle with his hands behind his back on a simple whim.

He is the same exact type of an insane, prideful asshole as Kerubim. It maddens me when people think he's actually humble and normal just because of his introversion and more low-key facade.

He may not scream "I'm smarter and better and stronger than every loser in this room" outwardly like his father, but exudes the same exact noxious aura nonetheless.

You know why I also think Joris thinks of Amalia and Eva well?

He put this little show on, — fighting two simple guards with pirouettes, hands behind his back, and a little touch of magic, — just for them. We know what he actually fights like when he means it. And it has none of this insanity.

You see, he points out his ability to fight off an army of simple, normal people, all alone. And on one hand it's just reassuring Eva and Amalia that they have nothing to fear...

...and on the other hand, it makes me think he likes it when random teenagers think he's cool and awesome.

Even though this blog is crepinjurgen-focused, I want to say that this is one of my favorite wakfu episodes. This scene always makes me tear up.

Anyway do you think Joris just carries with him ropes to tie enemies with whenever he goes — or did he take a rope from somewhere within the castle? How often does this happen? Does he do this as a torture method too? Does he—- [I am removed by the secret police by being way too insane today]

Still using vous, despite hating his ass.

[guy who made a blog that's 33% dedicated to talking about doomed siblings] Yeah it's so sad that even Tot doesn't understand Clephee's potential, and how insane her relationship with Eva is. Imagine loving your sibling, but they never feel good enough, and they keep leaving you. They turn everything into competition, never celebrate your wins because they feel like their losses. Imagine speaking so little — being so distant, that when you have a happy dream of that sibling, it's them as a child, way back before. And imagine that this sibling wants to turn you into a fur coat— [I am electrocuted]FHDSJHDFJKsdhfsdhfERR-

There are so many people unconscious and Joris is actually freaking the fuck out, which makes me think that, for the past 10-20 minutes in-universe, he and Armand have been doing the Joris whack-a-mole thing.

Like, Joris is actually alarmed/bewildered by the fact that Armand will literally not listen to a single fucking word and just keeps mindlessly punching the floor.

Is he insane? Is he for real?

At this point, he's worried for the guy's health. This has been happening for a while. He sounds scared.

Like Armand keeps hurting himself in his attempts to beat Joris up and it's scaring Joris shitless because it's actually starting to get a little bit weird and off-putting.

Yet he turns around so nonchalantly.

[honeytae]

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests or not, but I was hoping I could request something along the lines of where you’re in love with your best friend, taehyung, but he doesn’t know and he’s getting married soon. you don’t tell him how you feel until the night of his wedding when you’re a bit tipsy from drinking your feelings away. you can decide the ending! thank you in advance if you end up writing this! hope you’re doing well and staying safe. Xx

hi darling! i’m so sorry this took so long for me to write. i couldn’t get it to a point where i was satisfied with it for a really long time, i still don’t feel that good about it honestly but hopefully it’s okay for you!!! i tried to make it angsty (yikes) so hopefully it’s not horrible lmao

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

genre: angst

word count: 1.6k

warnings: um so much heartbreak, oc is a little (very) in denial about the situation and comes off a little toxic tbh, requited love but nothing they can do about it now, mentions of tae going into a panic attack

You couldn’t handle it.

You couldn’t handle the ‘congratulations to the happy couple,’ nor the Mr. and Mrs. Kim sign practically floating over their heads. You couldn’t handle the copious bouquets and all the preparations that went into this.

And you felt like a complete asshole about it.

Which is precisely why you decided to prematurely exit the event, doing yourself and everyone else a favor by leaving for the night to go sulk in your hotel by your lonesome.

The elevator ride up to your floor was miserable, your own battles within your mind coupled with the fact that your floor was the top one, making the ride excruciatingly long on top of everything else.

Rustling with the hotel key in your bag seemed to take forever as well, finally barging into your half unpacked space with a sigh. You quickly shut the door behind you, hoping you’d been able to sneak away from the hotel lobby without any guests noticing.

Shuffling further into the room, you sat on the edge of the king bed in the center of the room, placing your head in your hands at the mere prospect of this weekend.

Taehyung was getting married. Kim Taehyung, your best friend, the one person you’d been pining for since middle school, would be legally bound to someone else in less than twenty four hours.

Maybe you just shouldn’t have come. Despite sending red flags to Tae, you couldn’t think of a better solution than fleeing at this exact moment. Why did you think you could handle this?

Two knocks against the locked door had your head raising from its resting place, cursing under your breath at someone coming after you.

You didn’t feel well. That would be your excuse.

“Hey, you okay?” Immediately upon opening the door, Taehyung spoke the question out into the air, dark eyebrows knit in concern and kind eyes imploring yours for an answer.

“Hi. I’m fine, just a little tired, Tae.” You pressed your lips together in a hopefully believable smile, the man frowning before nodding at you.

“Me too. Can I come in?” He asked, the question completely innocent however making your heart rate a bit faster at the what if. What if things had gone differently? What if it was still a possibility for things to escalate between you two?

Cut it out. He’s about to be a married man.

You raised your eyebrows at him for a moment, then stepped back to allow him in, putting all your concentration on shutting the wood for a moment as you took a steadying breath.

“What about your party?” You wondered aloud, the man humming as he took a seat on your fully made bed.

“I’m tired of the parties. They’re exhausting.” He chuckled, covering his face with his hands as he reclined back on your bed.

Your heart skipped another beat at the vision, his tight pants leaving little to the imagination and buttons from his dress shirt stretched to new limits with his strained position. Diverting your eyes, you walked over to the desk chair in the corner of your room, reaching for a water bottle out of your mini fridge. Get a fucking grip.

Tossing one over to the bed beside Taehyung, you sat down in the plush seat, grateful that the man didn’t seem to notice your distance from him as you glanced out the window.

Until….

“Are you really okay? I feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

At his sudden words, you froze, gripping your water a bit tighter as you brought your eyes back to his face. He was closer now than before, having scooted to the edge of your bed to lean toward you, eyes showing concern for you as you shuffled in your seat.

Taehyung was never one to beat around the bush, and at times like this, you really wish he would just brush some things under the rug as easy as you could.

“I’m good, Tae. Just have a lot going on, I guess. I’m sorry I made you feel like that.” You said, hoping to clear the air and dismiss the topic as soon as you possibly could. The man’s stare wasn’t helping your state any.

“No apologies. Just wanted to check in on you.” He sighed, seemingly disappointed with your lack of response before a hideous painting across the room caught his eye.

“What the fuck is that?” He griped, making you chuckle as he sat up to lean toward the art piece, squinting with his lip curled in amusement.

“It’s not so bad.” You shrugged, smirking when he turned back to you in bewilderment. Realizing you were teasing him, his eyes went back to normal size, a smile meeting his own lips at the return of your familiar banter.

“How can you sleep in a room with that shit? I feel like asking for a refund.” He shook his head, making you laugh before taking a swig from your water.

“Somehow I manage.” You replied, twisting the cap back on the bottle with a sigh.

It’s times like these that you feel as though nothing is wrong. Times like these that transport you back to periods of your life when Taehyung was just a call away, and you thought maybe, just maybe, you two had a chance. But that was over now. Those days were no more.

Because Taehyung informing you about a blind date then turned into him in a full blown relationship, a serious one at that, and soon enough they were taking big steps such as meeting the parents, moving in together, and yes, getting engaged.

Your friends had been just as shocked as you were, pitying you with deep sympathetic looks over Taehyungs shoulder as you hugged him in confused congratulations. It had all happened so fast...how did you manage to lose him forever?

Waking up the next day, you felt a particular heaviness on your chest. It was the day before the wedding, the rehearsal dinner turned into an entire day of partying for their guests. A celebratory day, if anything.

But waking up and getting all dolled up for this occasion was the absolute last thing you wanted to do, today or ever. You had always thought that you’d have much more of a starring role in Kim Taehyung’s life. Shaking your head to dismiss those kinds of thoughts, you cursed as you left your hotel room, wondering how the hell you’d be getting through this day.

Four martinis. Four martinis was how you’d be getting through today. The bartender had become one of your closest acquaintances over the past few hours, eyeballing you silently as he poured you yet another cocktail, your demands obvious that you were not drinking out of celebration.

Sitting at the bar, you contemplated everything. From the time you’d met Tae, you had been so sure that you two completed each other. Were you that naive? And fuck, why are you still thinking about this now? It’s over. You and Tae will never be.

Nearly jumping off your stool at a hand suddenly clapping your back, you shifted your gaze over to the arm belonging to Jungkook, one of Taehyung’s youngest yet wisest friends.

“You’re sulking.” He said plainly, dark eyes tracing over your faded features, briefly examining the drink in your hand before shooting the bartender a knowing look.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” You sighed, nearly breaking into a sob when his hand laid over yours, fingers fitting between your own in a comforting gesture. With one glance at the man, you gained all the information you didn’t want.

He knew.

You wondered how long he’d known. Jungkook, being the quiet and relatively introverted person he was, was an observer. He knew everything about everyone it seemed, by not speaking to them at all. He noticed everything.

You just hoped he didn’t notice the way your eyes started blinking rapidly, and that he’d instead just go back into the party without another word.

“Neither should you.” He replied to you, his tone holding nothing but concern as he tried to catch your eyes.

You just couldn’t hold it in.

“Well maybe if I wasn’t in love with him I’d be having a better time.” You mumbled, leaning your head down on your hands, elbows pressed to the tops of your thighs, sad and tired as Jungkook froze beside you.

Unbeknownst to you, a concerned Taehyung had also come to find you, stumbling upon that very scene as Jungkook tried to console you.

Meeting eyes with his older friend, Jungkook’s mouth gaped open for a moment, opening and closing like a fish out of water as you cluelessly rambled under your breath about how stupid you were to ever let yourself come here.

With a shaky exhale, Taehyung silently began to put it all together. The way you’d been working constantly lately, picking up every shift you could to decline his repeated attempts at getting together with you, the way you’d ran off last night and brushed it off as you being too tired. It was all adding up.

You were struggling with this as much as he was. Maybe more.

But what Taehyung could do about this years ago was no longer an option, his hands shaking at his sides as he spun on his heel and walked out of the lobby. He could briefly hear Jungkook call for him but ignored it, breathing heavily as he rounded one of the hallways leading to the restrooms.

Unshed tears misted over his eyes as he hugged a corner of the wall, feeling rather unsteady as he leaned his forehead against the cool surface. The burning pain in his chest had him sinking down to the floor in an instant, sobs wracking his shoulders with heightening emotions rising in his throat.

You’d finally given him the green light. And it was too fucking late.

[sadclearance]

right hand

pairing: katsuki bakugo x male!reader

summary: 5 things bakugo uses his right hand for + 1 thing bakugo uses his left hand for *wrote with “left hand” being in mind as a prequel, but can also be read as a standalone 

category: fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 1500

key:

s/t - skin tone

i.

when they were in high school, midoriya izuku noticed that bakugo katsuki--his childhood friend and bully--always started fights with a right hook.

which was incredibly powerful, albeit predictable.

midoriya still remembers a specific sunny morning in their third year when this expected yet efficient move was used for something that wasn't exactly a fight. a second year had made the unbelievably stupid mistake of--

"watch it, dumbass!"

and immediately after bakugo caught y/n before he could fall on his ass, bakugo's right fist met with the second year's nose, successfully breaking it and scorching off the hairs of the kid's eyebrows.

at the time, nobody really thought anything of it. bakugo was protective of the few people that he considered--but would never outright admit--to be his friends, and y/n was one of them.

ii.

but it was at the christmas social event that was held for the third years to get a chance to make connections as well as have fun before the end of their student years that it became clear that it was much much more than just friends looking out for each other.

"what're you doing all alone?" kaminari asked as he leaned against the wall next to y/n.

"everyone's either flirting with pro heroes or kissing their asses, and i'm not really in the mood to do either."

"yeah, i can see that," kaminari snickered as mineta got slapped in the face by mount lady after both a series of terrible flirting and a horrendous attempt to literally kiss her ass.

"surprised you're not doing the same."

"well..." kaminari said as he pointed up. he was wearing a hat with a hanging mistletoe.

"how not unexpected," y/n laughed.

"you know the tradition," kaminari winked pointing at his lips.

"okay, okay. for the holiday spirit--"

and as y/n leaned in to give kaminari a peck, a strong right hand grabbed his chin, and his lips met with a pair that belonged to someone else.

kaminari was too shocked to be disappointed after being pushed away by none other than bakugo.

"fuck off, dunce face," bakugo said before crashing his lips against y/n's.

that was one hell of a way to find out that two of his best friends were dating.

iii.

bakugo's jealousy only got worse after graduation.

but to be fair, that was his own fault.

he may have chilled out since their time together as first years, but he was still a headstrong ambitious hero.

they didn't go public with their relationship because bakugo figured it would be distracting to his goal.

which was a decision that he immediately regretted when he remembered just how attractive y/n was--something that other people clearly appreciated as well.

y/n got gifts, compliments, and very suggestive comments wherever he went, which did nothing but fuel bakugo's anger and displeasure.

there was a solution to this problem, and it was to let it be known to the world that y/n was his and his only.

instead of doing what normal couples do and going to an interviewer or announcing their relationship on his social media accounts, bakugo decided to--

"so... y/n," the barista looked at the name she just wrote on the cup and then back to y/n. "are you seeing anybody?"

"what's taking so fucking long?" bakugo asked as he came up behind y/n, right hand harshly meeting y/n's left ass cheek.

"ow! what the hell? there's paparazzi right outside of the window," y/n scolded, gesturing toward the crowd of people with cameras on the other side of the glass wall.

bakugo's only response was to press a kiss against y/n's lips, smirking into it as he saw a flash of light in the corner of his eye, fully aware of the fact that his hand was still on y/n's ass.

iv.

when he saw a building crumbling on top of y/n, he knew what he had to do.

he had faced a similar obstacle to this in his first year of high school, when he was up against round face--ochako. she had collected rubble that he had unknowingly provided and gathered it all up to the sky, later using it as a weapon by making it rain down on bakugo.

a building, however, had much more stone than a collection of collateral concrete that an individual collected over only a few minutes.

"y/n!" he shouted.

recreating the move from his first year, he raised his right hand and released a massive explosion--one much larger than the original maneuver.

he had succeeded for the most part. small bits of rubble rained down on them, but it was more like getting hit by hail than being buried by a boulder.

"bakugo!"

the mentioned man gritted his teeth and pressed the rough fingers of his left hand into his terribly cramped and pained right hand.

"you overdid it, you idiot!"

y/n rushed to get medical attention, and bakugo reluctantly let himself be pulled around.

he would've crudely yelled back that he didn't need help, but the worried look on y/n's face stopped him.

"i'm not gonna die, dumbass," bakugo rolled his eyes. the words were intended to come off harsher, and more like bakugo insulting a subordinate for not being able to see the obvious, but they came out closer to a soft reassurance instead.

"do that again, and i'll kill you myself," y/n glared. he looked more like an angry puppy.

"as if you could even land a hit on m--"

y/n's lips shut him up.

"even though that was the stupidest thing i've ever seen, thank you for saving me," y/n smiled, rubbing soft circles into bakugo's right hand.

"'stupidest thing you've ever seen'..." bakugo grumbled.

v.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

it's been a habit to hold hands while doing almost anything since their time together at u.a.

hell, they used to hold hands throughout basically all of high school except during hero training.

subjects like math, language, history--they didn't require both hands. they only needed to write on a piece of paper, and they only needed their dominant hands for that.

so it comes as no surprise that that habit followed them to their pro hero years, pale left hand entwined with s/t right hand as they finish their paperwork.

bakugo's confusion was prompted by y/n's sudden fascination with his right hand.

"i rarely ever give this one attention," y/n shrugged.

"it's not its own being. like a pet or a person."

the look bakugo gave y/n told him that he was the biggest dumbass in history, but y/n ignored it in favor of responding, "still a part of you i rarely get a piece of."

"i hate the way you worded that, creep..."

"you're still blushing."

"in your fucking dreams!"

+i.

going to a nice place was somewhat out of the ordinary for the two of them.

bakugo was focused on being the top hero, and being the top hero meant sacrificing a lot of time.

y/n doesn't know what changed bakugo's mind so suddenly, but he wasn't about to reject a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"the breeze is so nice," y/n breathed in the fresh air of the beach.

he had ran up to the gorgeous ocean, cold water hitting his bare legs while he tried to convince bakugo to join him.

"not up to the challenge? that's rare," y/n teased, turning his back to him and going deeper into the sea.

"oh, shut your trap! i have a damn good reason."

"yeah, i'm sure you do. you sure you aren't just cold?"

"i said shut the fuck up!"

"okay, okay," y/n complied and entertained himself with the vibrant blue waves.

"i love you," came bakugo's voice abruptly.

"that's weird, you never say it first, especially not without any form or profan--" y/n turned around to give bakugo a ridiculous look, laughing as he did, only to stop almost immediately.

"fuck y--" bakugo had to stop his habitual reflex. "marry me... dumbass?"

bakugo with a nervous tone, one knee in the sand, struggling to not get up because of the annoying shifting and imbalance, and a ring in his hands was a priceless sight to see.

"yes! yes! yes!" y/n ran back to the dry sand.

bakugo grinned and accepted the kiss but broke it off sooner than he would've liked for the fear of dropping the ring and losing it to the waves.

he slid the ring on y/n's hand with a proud smile before y/n demanded to have the other ring.

"shit, calm down," bakugo laughed, but he couldn't help but feel happy that y/n was just as ecstatic.

although he was the one to say that, bakugo's left hand struggled to stay still as y/n put the ring on bakugo's ring finger.

"i love you," y/n pressed his lips against the trembling left hand once he was done.

with the rings safely on their hands, bakugo could freely go back to enjoying the treasure that was y/n's lips.

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a/n;

a sequel exactly a month after

i like this format because i'm shit at transitions

i mean just look at the shift from iii to iv...

i had an idea for the right hand theme for a while now since the battle trials when izuku mentioned the right hook thing but i was like woah i could do it with this while writing left hand

[shadowhuntertrash]

tlh gang as funny first modern day impressions for @serene-victory-77

alastair - the first time alastair meets christopher he’s confused as to if he likes this kid or if he is annoyed. he meets him in their chemistry class. he goes through school with his head down because honestly he was really only there for good grades. when he was partnered with the infamous christopher herondale (yes his names was well known around school) he was slightly scared. christopher comes up to his table with a smile on his face and his goggles slight askew on his face. alastair is already leaning toward quirkily adorable. from the stories he’d heard christopher had a bit of a mad scientist rep, so he was happily surprised when christopher was less of a mad scientist and more of an evil genius. he did the experiment perfectly and then much to alastair’s horror, continued without any directions, going purely off his knowledge of the chemicals. when christopher was done he’d made a much more complicated version of the solution they were making and alastair was very thoroughly impressed. the teacher on the other hand, was not. they both got in trouble but alastair found he didn’t mind much. from then on out they were lab partners no matter what and it was quickly becoming alastair’s favorite class.

cordelia - the first time cordelia meets eugenia she thinks she is so badass. here’s this girl who could literally not give less of a fuck what anyone things about her. she has long curly hair that is either always down or put up into a messy bun. cordelia is slightly star struck by this girl who has just plopped herself down next to her in her ap calculus class. eugenia seems to bring a storm with her wherever she goes and immediately draws all eyes toward her. when cordelia looks at her eugenia just winks and crosses her ankles before leaning in slightly to ask if she has a spare pencil she could borrow. they became fast friends which surprised cordelia but literally no one else. they are very different but similar at the same time. cordelia is a badass but she is less obvious about it. she’s kind when she can be whereas eugenia doesn’t really stop to give anyone a chance to catch up with her unless she gets a good energy from them.

lucie - the first time lucie meets matthew is when he comes over to their house to hang out with james for the first time. at first he seems incredibly polite. he greets tessa and will with utmost grace and respect but lucie can tell it’s unusual from the way james’s face scrunches up in his tell tale expression of shock. she finds it amusing and decides to follow them for a while, matthew catches on quickly but instead of telling james they had a tag along he simply winks at lucie and pretends to lock his mouth and throw the key. she decides immediately that she likes this one. when they get to the indoor pool the first thing matthew does is push james into the pool. lucie couldn’t help but laugh which gave her away but when james went to tell her off and to get lost matthew pouts at james and said in an obnoxiously whiny voice, “jamie, let her hang out for a bit.” james turned to him and lucie was amazed to find them in a seemingly silent conversation before matthew smiled triumphantly and james groaned throwing himself back into the water as matthew gestured for lucie to come swim with them. lucie decides then and there that matthew by far her favorite of james’s friends he’s had over so far.

matthew - the first time matthew meets james is at detention. it would have been at debate but he had missed the first meeting for the club because his teacher had held him back to redo an activity he’d done completely wrong. he’d gotten detention that same period for disrupting the class (which was completely unnfair, he had just forgotten to take his adhd medicine so he was more restless than normal. when he walked into detention that afternoon there was only two other people there, neither of which he recognized. the teacher that was trapped into watching them was actually one of matthew’s favorite teachers, mr. lightwood (gideon lightwood, not to be confused with his brother gabriel who also taught there). about ten minutes into detention the door opened and one of the most attractive people matthew had ever seen in his entire life strolled through the door with a lopsided smile. mr. lightwood looked up and upon realizing who was there sighed heftily and shook his head. “again, james?” james just smirked wider and shook out his curly black hair, matthew’s stomach was doing a weird flip thing. ‘uncle gid, it really wasn’t my fault. the debate teacher just wasn’t seeing my side of the debate. he said my ideas were ‘crude and unnecessary’ but he was the one who asked what my opinion on dorian gray was. it really wasn’t my fault if she didn’t want a ‘mature’ opinion she shouldn’t have asked about a ‘mature’ topic.” mr. gideon simply shook his head but he was hiding a rather obvious smile. “go sit down, james.” with a confident smile he strolled over to where matthew was seated and turned to him with an outreached hand. up close matthew realized with another jolt to his stomach that james’s eyes were golden. “james, james herondale.” he said when matthew gripped his hand. matthew smiled widely. “matthew, matthew fairchild. i think we’re going to be good friends.”

thomas - the first time thomas meets alastair is his freshman year of high school. thomas will forever remember it vividly because alastair was the first person to really help him around school. he was so lost and he didn’t have anyone he knew so when this junior stepped up to show him around it was pretty cool. he was thoroughly embarrassed though because not only was this guy very very attractive but his friends were laughing at him. well not him, but thomas. alastair had waved them off and told him not to worry about them. he showed thomas to his classes and the main areas such as the library and the cafeteria. it was the first interaction of many but there were a few years until the next one. thomas never forgot his kindness and how he went out of the way to help the new kid, alastair never forgot either but for him it was more of a distant memory, the second time they met was the first meeting that left him with a lasting feeling.

james - the first time james meets jesse is when he comes to pick lucie up for a date. his immediate reaction is to evaluate if he is a good person and if he was good enough for his little sister. he held himself with an odd mixture of confidence and uncertainty. james had stood in the study with jesse for a while waiting for lucie to come down. jesse was fidgeting a lot which james recognized as anxiety which he himself had. he was slightly reassured by the fact that jesse was nervous. they were never really close nor did they ever become very close, seeing as james was practically always waiting for jesse to mess up or hurt his sister in some way. it lessened as time passed and jesse proved himself worthy in james’s eyes.

jesse - the first time jesse meets lucie it’s right in the middle of an epiphany in a story she’s writing. she’s been in a slump with really bad writers block for about a week so she can’t help her excitement when she finally has a breakthrough. jesse was sent by a professor (well professor herondale aka tessa the english professor aka lucie’s mom) to find her in the library to pass on a message and when he stumbles across a girl furiously tapping away on a laptop with a mad smile on her face and two pencils holding her hair up he is immediately enraptured. he goes to let her know her mom is looking for her but she simply tsks him and informs him that she simply cannot be disturbed and when he asks why she launches into a complicated plotline and jesse is so mesmerized that he can’t help but sit down and listen to an hour long rant about her novel and the characters. he misses his next to classes but if you ask him it was so so worth it. he soon becomes her person to rant to about intricately woven story lines and he can’t argue one bit. he was smitten from the first tsk.

christopher - the first time christopher meets cordelia he blows her up. well, nearly. he was experimenting and she happened to walk in right as his solution went awry. she had screamed loudly, more so from being startled than from injury but christopher had still rushed over to her and made sure she was unharmed. when he made sure that she was truly okay he apologized profusely and explained what he was doing and what he did wrong. she seemed genuinely interested which christopher immediately appreciated and he found he quite liked this girl. she was kind and smiled and asked questions when she was curious. there was no better way to get to his heart than by asking about his experiments (well, besides lemon tarts). every time they ended up staying for science after school he never failed to update her on his latest invention or experiment and she never failed to be attentive and curious. they worked surprisingly well together.

kamala - the first time kamala meets thomas is when she meets eugenia (her girlfriends) family. thomas was kind and the longer they talked the more he smiled and looked at her with an approving look. she had taken a liking to him almost immediately and had spent most of their time talking until eugenia interrupted claiming thomas was stealing her girlfriend to which thomas scoffed and rolled his eyes saying that there was no chance of that happening. kamala hadn’t understood the actual meaning of that until later to which she laughed until tears sprang to her eyes. eugenia’s entire family was kind and accepting but she knew she’d always have a soft spot for thomas and she did. she was always there for him and he, her. he became a brother she had always wanted and never gotten to truly have. eugenia complained but she couldn’t be happier with the outcome. 

eugenia - the first time eugenia meets grace she thinks she’s cold. she always has a careless and intimidating resting face and very rarely speaks to anyone as if they’re worth her time. eugenia’s blind reaction to having her on the cheerleading squad was not a good one and she worked her pretty hard until they finally talked and eugenia learned why she had so many walls up and why she was so cold. it took a while to unravel the mystery of grace blackthorn but they ended up being surprisingly good friends, especially considering they were both close to kamala. kamala being one of grace’s closest friends and eugenia's girlfriend.

grace - the first time grace met kamala she was in the locker room the cheerleaders shared with the dance team. grace had just gotten off a particularly cruel phone call with her mother and was trying her best to keep her composure but it was quickly slipping through her fingers. her throat was hurting from the strain of not crying and her eyes were burning suspiciously. she cleared her throat a few times in the empty locker room and almost jumped out of her skin when a girl poked her head around the corner with a concerned tilt to her lips. she had a kind face and it barely took a quiet, “are you okay?” for grace to break down completely. the girl had walked over quietly and bent down to grace’s level. grace wasn’t sure why but she felt like she had known this girl for a long time, it was a feeling of pure trust she had never felt before. there was something so calming about kamala, as she had introduced herself, that she found herself spilling things she’d never told anyone else. there was a lot left unsaid but enough was said for kamala to comfort her enough to get her to calm down. there was something so trust worthy about her that she found herself in the same situation a few more times in the weeks to come until they started to talk with no tears. it was definitely an odd friendship but they both valued it a lot.

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Firsts

Characters: Tsukishima Kei X Fem!Reader

Summary: Fate works in mysterious ways to bring people who are destined to be together, to actually be together. 

Warnings: Sex!! blow jobs, face riding, virginity loss 

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Well this started as a drabble request but here I am a week later with a 5k fic about it. Soft tsukki inbound. I hope you enjoy @salty4tsukki bc I def enjoyed writing this.

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Being an only child is not a precursor to being lonely. Memories of family game nights, shared dinners and movies watched filled the air of your house letting you know that you were both never alone and, oh, so loved. 

You knew that having as healthy a home environment was unusual and that it was part of the reason that you are so emotionally intelligent. Many of your peers couldn’t stand their parents and found every excuse to avoid being home. Sure, you and your parents had arguments about curfew or the number of texts you sent every month. The last argument happened every time you brought home a grade that was unsatisfactory, which wasn’t often, but consistent enough that it was a recurring problem. 

“I’m just tired of them expecting me to be perfect! It’s unreasonable for them to expect perfect grades, being on a starter for the soccer team, and involved in other clubs! I’m only one person.” You ranted to Tsukki, sulking around his room before plopping on his bed, arms covering your sighing face.  Tsukki was the only person you came to with family problems because you knew he would understand and not push you. The usually sassy boy always softened these days, knowing that this was the one thing that you couldn’t handle being teased about. Today, he looked at you with soft pity, knowing the amount of work you put towards everything just to be told it’s not enough.

“I could tutor you in English if you want? I know we have our usual pre-exam study sessions, but I really don’t mind making them more regular if you think they would help.” Tsukki might listen to you complain but he still isn’t the best at empathy, rather resorting to problem-solving. He showed his care and compassion to you subtly. Offering his solutions in a way you could make them sound like your own, knowing that provided a semblance of comfort. Allowing you into his room whenever you needed to complain and not questioning your feelings. Always offering you a hoodie or jacket when you were worn out from crying, knowing that the warmth would lull you into a much-needed sleep

You knew he cared about you. Yes, sometimes you over exaggerated your feelings to take advantage of that, but only because you wanted his jacket on your body. The thought that it was his arms rather than just a Tsukki scented cloth surrounding you. Only crying a little harder with the hopes he would offer to have a movie night which always meant cuddles. No, you never faked your feelings to him, not wanting to lie to your best friend and consistent childhood companion, you just embellished them.

Relishing in the fact that for maybe, just ten minutes that Tsukki wasn’t just your best friend, that he grew past friends as he aged, and saw you like more, as his other half. The person he wanted to spend not only his childhood years with but also every single one he still had left. 

You aren’t sure when you fell in love with Tsukishima Kei.

It could have been his moment against Shiratorizawa when you saw him truly experience joy for the first time in the sport he spent so much time. It could have been the time he gave you his rain jacket when it was pouring before you walked home, knowing it wouldn’t do much against the downpour, but the barrier being symbolic. It could definitely have been the time you went over to study and you walked in on him singing to himself while studying, the soft tenor notes gracing your ears. You only really remember how his voice made your heart skip a beat, the flush of his ears when he turned around catching your eyes.

All you know is that you were hopelessly in love with the man who had been with you every step, every stumble of your life. The man who towered over you but never made you feel smaller than he, the man that laughed before checking on you when you tripped, but always ensuring you were truly ok. 

Watching him grow into his height and his body gaining muscles during highschool was both a blessing and a curse. Your eyes were drawn to his figure, shoulders hunched over on his desk, deltoids peeking out of the sleeves in a way that made you want more. Yes, you loved looking at him but sometimes it plagued you. 

Eyes scrunched shut and heavy breathing, all you can think about is what Tsukki might look like under those clothes. It was a curse, lewd thoughts of your best friend being the only way you could get off anymore. That didn’t stop you from plunging two fingers in and out for your dripping cunt edging yourself closer to your release. At the precipice, you pull your fingers out and eagerly circle your clit, the other hand moving from gripping the bedsheets to pulling at and groping your nipples. Tsukki’s name leaves your lips like a fervent prayer as you cum to the thought of him. You never felt worse about yourself than you did at this moment, but somehow you found yourself here regularly. 

You didn’t know that at that exact same moment Tsukki was in his room thinking about you. The way your smaller hands would fit around his dick, the hesitation you might experience but be driven forward by lust. The thought of being the first and maybe the only person to touch you always drives him to his release. 

He might have fooled around with some girls before, a handjob here and there, amidst a make-out session, but he could never find it in himself to go further. He couldn’t, no, didn’t want to be with anyone else, because he knew that the whole time he would be thinking about you under him.

As you had aged, sleepovers became less frequent but were something the two of you still cherished and actively made time for. Tonight is one such night, having just finished your final midterms and gorging yourself on celebratory ramen from your favorite shop. Tsukki’s parents were out of town for the week, but were used to your presence in the house and didn’t mind you being over. 

You being there should have been fine, nothing out of the normal but that's not how fate works. 

Once you arrived at his place you both changed into lounge clothes getting ready to binge the latest season of Game of Thrones. You went to the kitchen to grab you both some water, knowing neither of you will want to get up once you start.

Tsukki must have had the same idea because as you rounded the corner of the kitchen, you were met with a brick wall and a frigid wave running through your body. You realized it wasn't through your body when your nipples began to harden, peaking through your now translucent shirt. While you are still shocked at the chill, Tsukki looks down to see what happened. Instead what he sees is you, accidentally exposed, the white shirt clinging to the curve of your body like a second layer of skin.

He knows that if he doesn’t avert his gaze that he won't be able to suppress a rising tent in his pants. Committing the image to memory quickly, he apologizes for being in the way, “Shit Y/N, I’m sorry. Feel free to go grab one of my shirts to change into. I’ll clean the mess up.” With that, he moves towards the kitchen to grab a towel, brushing against your body in the narrow hallway.

You head up to his room and go to his dresser, you’ve watched him put his laundry away before, knowing exactly where he keeps his biggest and most comfortable shirts. You strip off your shirt, skin pebbling at the breeze from his fan. Blushing at the fact you are taking your clothes off in your crush childhood friend room, you strip off your lounge shorts now noticing they also have been soaked.

As you pull his practice jersey on you notice it reaches your midthigh, which causes a brief internal conflict. Should I grab a pair of his shorts even though I know they’ll be too big? This shirt is longer than my shorts were anyways, but it’s not the most decent thing. The deciding factor in opting for no shorts was nothing to do with you, rather with the man waiting patiently downstairs. It had everything to do with the glint of intrigue in Tsukki’s eye you spotted earlier, the almost imperceptible hitch in his breath, and the burning touch he left on your body as he passed you in the hallway. 

Tsukki was not even thinking about what you would look like in his clothes as he had more urgent problems. His cock was achingly hard in his sweatpants, the gray not doing him any favors of hiding how he felt about seeing your body. He was doing everything he could think of to suppress both the thoughts of you and blood rushing downstairs. 

After quickly cleaning up the spill, he got situated on the couch with a blanket hoping it would help hide his current problem as he got it under control. Tsukki spent the remaining time of your absence struggling to distract himself, reciting poetry meditating, anything to not think about it, think about you, think about the curve of your che- fuck he was failing.

His eyes shot open at your weight landing next to him on the couch. Subtly looking over your form, that he now has burned into the back of his eyelids, seeing you drowning in his clothes, his volleyball clothes. Wait, is she just wearing my shirt? His gaze lingering on the soft expanse of your thighs, knowing that he should be able to see the hem of your shorts with the way you are sitting. The thought of you in your underwear almost makes him moan, his already hard dick twitching with precum budding at the tip.

You shoot him a smile, apologizing for taking so long and say you're ready to watch if he is. After some time has passed, the air is nipping at on your still slightly wet skin, you scoot closer to Tsukki and get under the blanket with him. The slight abrasion from his sweats on your skin sent electricity tingling throughout your body and unknowingly did the same to him. 

Reaching forward to grab a glass of water after a particularly gruesome scene, your phone tumbled out of your lap. Not really thinking you lean forward and grab it, slightly raising your ass into the air to reach the last few inches. You plop back down with a grunt and throw your arms open, hoping Tsukki would know that this is your way of saying you needed to take a break from the show for a bit.

Neither of you expected the moan that escaped his lips as you brushed across his now very obvious erection. Neither of you knew what to do after either, he flushed red with embarrassment and hid his face, you with your arm still where it landed on his thigh, unable to move. “Y/N, can you please move?.” he barely chokes out. The obvious restraint in his voice was a sound you had only previously daydreamed of. 

Driven by lust, or excitement, maybe even fear that another opportunity would arise, you do move, but not in the way he had intended. You get up off the couch and he's sure that you are getting ready to leave, disgusted with him, but instead, you settle in on your knees between his thighs. Doey-eyes looking up through your lashes with hesitant excitement. “Ok, I’ve moved, what next?”

Is the one thing he dreamed about is really happening? The actuality of it seems almost incredulous. “Y/N, stop joking, I’m sorry about this. They just kinda, happen sometimes.” He can’t meet your eye because he’s sure he would cum just from the sight of you between his legs. 

“If you don't want me here Kei, I’ll move, but I’m serious.” As you say his first name, another moan comes from his throat, spurring you to action. Biting your lip, you move the blanket and hesitantly grasp his erection. 

Tsukki is hazy with confusion but simultaneously everything is crystal clear with pleasure, unable to focus on anything due to the duality inside his head. Even if he wanted to tell you to stop, to stop and think, he wouldn’t be able to choke out the words.

He notices you aren’t really moving which is driving him mad until he looks down and sees just how pure you look. “Kei, I don’t-- I don’t really know what to do. Just tell me what you like and I’ll do my best.”

“Princess, are you sure you still want to do this?” as he pulls you up to eye level, cupping your cheeks. Seeing your nod and nervous smile, he leans forward to kiss you. 

The chill that had previously permeated your body is replaced with warmth, the feeling of his soft lips moving in time with yours, his gentle but assertive grip on your back acting as heat sources. It’s a comfortable warmth, an invitation into him.

You plan on taking that invitation as he deepens the kiss, one hand in the hair at his nape, the other returning to palm him through his sweats. As he stops your kiss, holding in a groan you take that opportunity to return to your original position in front of him. Waiting patiently, looking up at him for instruction with an absolutely pornographic gaze. 

Tsukki thought the image of your chest was the best thing he would ever see, but this takes the cake. Your hands playing with the waistband, with slight hesitation before pulling both his bowers and sweats down with his assistance. 

You knew what a dick looked like, but that doesn’t mean you are any less intimidated when one is just a few inches from your face. Long and curved, a prominent vein running up to the head that is flushed red and slick with precum. His hand rests on your head with the other on his thigh. Seeing his excitement on his face gives you enough encouragement to kitten lick his tip two times. “Fuck Y/N, please don’t tease me,” his voice wavering between a moan and a whine, you’ve never heard him sound so dependent, so needy before. 

Knowing that you are the one doing this to him gives you the confidence to start taking his dick in your mouth. You pause at the head, moving your tongue around, unsure what feels good until his grip on your head tightens as you rub against the bottom, just before the shaft. “Fuck pretty girl, please move your head down, please I wan--” A groan cuts him off as you follow his command. Slowly starting to bob along a portion of his length, with increasing speed.

“Spit on your hand and stroke the rest, god your mouth is heavenly” after pulling off to follow his command, you finally notice the familiar Tsukki-induced burning in your stomach, but amplified by a hundred when you see his cock twitch as you spit into your hand. He watched you with half-lidded eyes as you positioned your hand under your mouth, whispering uncharacteristically gentle words of praise.

Soft moans fall out of his mouth as you swirl your tongue around his head on every upward movement. Your hand mimicking the speed of your lips, trying to give him as much pleasure as you can. One particular comment of his shoots straight to your core, “Y/N, I never imagined you would make me feel this good.” The implication of him thinking about this, the same way you have, makes you moan around his dick, which in turn elicits a sharp intake from Tsukki.

His grip has been tightening on your head slowly, but all of a sudden he pulls you off. “Don’t wanna cum in your mouth without asking, just hand me a tissue.”

You never imagined Tsukki making the type of sound he did when you artlessly stuttered out “W-Well you have my permission.” 

Returning your tongue to his tip, which is now angrily red and coated in both spit and precum, it only takes a few seconds before he bucks into your mouth as he orgasms. His cock reaches further than you expected resulting in you choking as he hits the back of your throat, unintentionally intensifying his orgasm.

He pulls you off of him, grimacing at the cold air hitting his spent dick, bending forward to look you in the eye.. “Pretty girl, I’m so sorry for that last bit, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you ok?”

The pressure of his thumb wiping off a few spare tears makes you wonder what his touch would feel like on the rest of your body. As your mind delves into lewd thoughts, you shift your thighs looking for some pleasure, and give him an absentminded “It was fine, unexpected but I wanna make you feel good.”

He carefully sits you in his lap and pulls you into a deep kiss, slow but hungry. He moves down your jaw to your neck before whispering “Well, I guess it’s my turn to return the favor huh.” You bite back your moan, but as he harshly sucks a spot at the base of your neck it slips out. “You don’t have to hide your noises, princess, let me know how good everything feels.”

He runs his hands up and down your sides underneath his shirt before they find your chest. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined these.” You tug your shirt off and do the same to him. Both of you are just marveling at the beauty in front of you with lust. 

He makes the first move, gently bringing your right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, as his left-hand switches randomly between rubbing along your side and massaging your left boob. The warmth of his tongue flicking against your pebbled bud is miles better than your own fingers, endless breathy moans falling out of your mouth as you find purchase for your hands in his hair. 

You must be unconsciously rutting against him because he stops his ministrations and stills your hips with a harsh grip. “Feeling needy now? Let me take care of you.” Tsukki rolls you off of him and you expect him to get on his knees in front of you, making you clench your knees both out of excitement and embarrassment. 

So when he lays down on the floor in front of you and shoots you a smug smirk, “Come take a seat,” your jaw drops in shock. 

“No, Tsukki, you don't have- What if I don’t taste good, please don’t worry about it-I don't want to suffoc-”  excuses and concerns pour out of your mouth but your body betrays you at the thought of him licking your sex.

“Y/N. Get over here. I want to do this and I’ll ensure you enjoy it.” His tone was commanding enough that you moved from the couch to straddling his head without a thought, losing your panties along the way. Your mind is murky with lust and anticipation, thoughts of how many times you’ve imagined his tongue on your clit being the only thing breaking through the fog. 

His tongue pierces through the haze as he runs the flat of it along your entire soaked core. Your body wants to pull away from the pressure but buck into the pleasure at the same time but Tsukki makes the decision for you, wrapping his arms around your thighs so you are snug against his face. 

He repeats the action, trying to coax a moan out of you, adding a little more force each time. It isn’t until the bridge of his nose brushes your clit that you finally let out the noises you’ve held in. “Kei- hi- fuck- higher,” breathy moans coat your words in lust.

 “Your wish is my command, princess.” His smug tone would have been annoying except for the fact that he was pressing hesitant licks against your clit eventually circling it with the tip of his tongue. You have no control over the whines you are making, only broken up by saying “yes Kei, yes, fuck” and other words of praise

Knowing how it felt when you moaned around his dick, he tries humming with his lips surrounding your clit and if he wasn’t already hard, he sure is now after the way you lewdly moaned his name and fiercely tugged his hair. 

The view of your tits heaving along with your breaths drive him to be a little more aggressive with his tongue, mercilessly switching between toying with your folds to harshly drawing shapes into your clit. 

Your cunt is drowning Tsukki in slick, coating his face and chin and he’s never been happier. Sucking your folds and using his tongue to taste all of you. He can't believe that anything has ever tasted better than you do right now.  

He can tell by the legs squeezing his head, and the shake of your entire body you are close to your orgasm. Wanting to try something new, he slides his tongue into your hole, causing you to grip his blonde locks so hard, you probably pulled some out. 

The wanton moans reverberating through the room are the only encouragement he needs to keep pressing his tongue against your tight walls. Your cunt so desperately wants to be filled its almost sucking his tongue in, but you know that alone won’t be enough to make you cum.

“ ‘m close, fuck. Please my clit, Kei please” The loss of his pressure in your cunt is overridden by the shockwaves of his lips around your clit, paired with him tracing letters and a deep moan from his throat. That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge. His moan continues as you ride out your high, hips jerking forward at the intensity.

As he pulls you into a sitting position on his lap, “Obviously I didn’t need instructions on how to make you feel good. I’ve thought about this for years.” You aren’t clear-headed enough to slap him like you usually would. All you can think about is the painful tension already building again in your core and his painfully hard dick pressed into your thigh.

You pull him into a kiss that conveys your unspoken words. Full of need and lust and wanting to make up for all of the time you lost. Your lips meet his harshly, like if you stop that it might disappear, afraid to pull back for air.

As he moves to your neck you instinctively rut your hips against him, looking for some form of release. Growling into your ear, “Oh, so one wasn't good enough for you? You want another orgasm?” 

“Well, It’s obvious you want another one,” matching his smugness with another roll that causes him to groan.

Before you can recognize it, he's flipped you over on your back and is hovering over you, eyes committing every inch of you to memory, drinking in the sight of your body, pebbled nipples, slick coating your thighs, love marks he's left thus far. It’s almost enough to make him go feral. 

Almost. 

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? We can stop. I really don’t mind.” The concern in his voice is clearly fighting against the lust, just barely winning over his more carnal desires. His answer comes in the form of your hand grabbing his dick and giving it a few soft, needy strokes.

“Please Tsukki, I need you in me. I’ve thought about this for so long, no way am I stopping” 

“Alright pretty girl,” and with that he returns to your deep kiss, your lips feeling like a home he never knew he left. He brings his hand down to your core, ghosting his fingers on your lips before teasing one finger in slowly. 

You hiss at the pleasure, hands finding stability rooted in his shoulders. He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth to help distract you while he rocks it in and out of your pussy. Quickly, he could tell that you were ready for a second and slipped it in, being met with you clawing at his shoulders while letting out a wanton moan.

Tsukki moves to place wet kisses along your neck and down to your chest, sucking every once in a while and then following it with a swipe of his tongue. You miss the pressure on your mouth, but you can feel another orgasm building, and it's getting harder to breathe. 

You genuinely do stop breathing when he takes one nipple in his mouth and uses his free hand to start rubbing circles into your clit. Well, if this is the way I die, I don’t really have any complaints. The coil in your stomach is about to snap and the only warning you can get out is slapping his shoulders.

The wave almost knocks you out, back arching off the floor while also trying to get more from the man between your legs. Inserting a third finger stretched you so good, he watches you try to fuck yourself on his hand through the orgasm, greedily wanting more. 

“You ready, pretty girl? Ready to take my cock?”

“Shit yes, Kei, please fuck me. I’ve dreamed about cumming on your dick, please please--” you are reduced to babbling pleas when he runs his dick along your slit coating himself in your slick. The jolt of pleasure every time his head hits your already over-stimulated bud edges on pain but you don’t want him to stop. 

You see stars and hear symphonies when he thrusts into you. A duet of his staccato grunts and your euphonic moans, accompanied by the fortissimo sounds of your pussy as he slides in. After taking a rest for you to adjust to his girth, his pace starts off slow but gradually increasing as you beg him for more. 

“Fuck, please, fill me up, god I never thought your cock would feel so good, Fuck” 

Your babbling praise is reduced to a high pitched whine when he starts slamming into you harder than before. The heavy slaps of his hips into yours replacing your moans in the melody. You barely process his words as the tip of his cock slams into your cervix with no remorse, over and over and over again. 

“Did I just hear you say you didn’t think my cock would feel good? Do you want to go back to cumming on your fingers to the thought of me or do you want me to continue stretching your tiny little pussy out?” 

Tsukki never minced his words, but the sheer lewdness of them causes heat to rise in your face. “N-no Kei. Please help, shit, me. Wanna cum on your dick so b- so bad.” His answer is to push one of your legs back towards your shoulder, the new position and the curve of his cock has him hitting that spot inside you always struggled to reach. 

Every muscle in your body is tensed up, burning from the desire to cum. Shockwaves of pleasure radiating from your pussy reach the tips of your toes and through every hair on your head. 

Your walls are clenching around him, wanting him deeper, even though there isn’t really any room left for him. Your body is driven by lust and disregards any pain you should be feeling, rather interpreting it as a different octave of pleasure. 

You find your fingers on your chest, groping and tweaking your nipples, knowing that you get even more sensitive when you are ready to orgasm. “Kei, please cum in me, I wanna cum but I wanna, no I need to do it with you,” it sounds more like a moan or a plea than a request, but Tsukki was already struggling to hold back his own orgasm.

He took your lead, moving his mouth down to your chest and rolling your other nipple against his tongue. Simultaneously, he snakes a hand down to your vagina, to the spot you begged him to touch earlier and rubs meticulous circles on your puffy and neglected clit..

Your back arches off the floor at the first touch of your clit, and your cunt clenched around his dick, making it even harder for Tsukki to thrust in and out. Your orgasm is stronger than its ever been, you’re certain you blacked out for a minute, only coming to when you hear a hearty moan from Tsukki and another wave of warmth in your sex, this time coming from him.

His forehead pressed against your chest as he fucks you through both of your orgasms, hand still curling your clit, attempting to extend the euphoria you both feel for as long as he can. Your hands find their way into his hair and you gently tug and scratch his scalp, making him look up at you. 

Your face may be covered in tears, and spit but he’s never looked at you with more adoration. You continue to pull him up to your face, placing sweet kisses all over his face as you both ride out the last waves of your high, his dick still inside of you. Wincing as he pulls out to lay down on the floor, he ends up pulling you into an embrace.

You look over to his content face, illuminated by the television,  eyes closed with a ghost of a smile dancing over his lips before he murmurs, “I never knew Game of Thrones sex scenes were quite so realistic, but I’m not complaining.” 

“God, Tsukki you’re so annoying,” you say trying to shove him off of you with a laugh, but he just holds you tighter. 

“I like it better when you call me Kei.”

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[princess-of-the-corner]

You know the trope of Marinette and whoever the author isn't bashing are either banned from the class trip or just decide not to go and have a multicountry multicelebrity meet trip? How would you write that?

Tbh, I probably wouldn't because I don't care for Bustier Salt that much, and she'd have to be in on it for that to happen. I also don't care for making the rest of the class completely incompetent idiots who can't do a thing without Marinette, so that's another thing.

This might go under the list of "Lila's lies backfire prompts". Where she suggests keeping Marinette and the handful of unsalted popcorn off the trip because she feels it might be "too much drama" and she "doesn't feel safe". But everyone else is like "bruh.... that's kinda rude. Maybe they were right to distrust you."

If I wanted to have the split still happen..... hm....

This got long and I can't add a read more on mobile so sorry.

Maybe instead of the salted being dicks, it's Marinette and the unsalted who are offering a solution.

Marinette says "I know there's been a lot of tension and drama, so we have two options: the first is that we proceed with the class trip as normal. The second, is that we split the class and have two class trips. The trips will be smaller, but still good.

Lila takes the bait, framing it as Marinette trying to exclude her. It doesn't work too well, because Marinette had discussed it with Alya the night before, because despite the 'drama' they're currently still friends and Alya is a decent VP for Mari being Class President. And because of that, even though they would personally prefer to have a trip together, they will be the first split so that each group has a Leader.

It's not too important, but I think the split is going to end up pretty similar to the split in TMOLR. Marinette's group contains: Adrien, Chloé, Alix, Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel. Alya's group will be Lila, Nino, Kim, Max, Sabrina, Ivan and Mylene.

Now comes Lila screwing everything up!

The biggest thing that happens is that everyone believes Lila has all these connections and can get her the trips easily. Lila says she can get it, but plans on saying "oh something happened and we can't go so let's go somewhere else" last minute.

Thankfully Alya isn't an idiot. She knows that even with Lila's "connections" she needs to book things in advance. This leads to frustration because Lila keeps cancelling and they're running out of time to find places to book.

Eventually Alya low-key says 'fuck it!' And just ignores Lila's promises in favor of a more solid plan the group discusses together.

Fundraising goes fairly well, as again, the group is actually competent even if they aren't Marinette. They do have decent ideas and remember what was done previously. After all, they do have Alya who is Marinette's VP, and Sabrina who was Chloé's VP. They did their share of the work back then.

They do run into a slight snag with the Bakesale idea, as they realize they can't really use the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Lila tries to suggest strong-arming Marinette into baking all that, or just straight up ordering from the bakery and selling at a higher price, but the class knows that the former is a dick move and the latter would be a disaster. Seriously they'd have to charge more than double to make profit after buying the baked goods, and no one will buy anyway when they can just go to the bakery.

Another thing Lila does is try to force Adrien to be in her group. She does this by going to Gabriel and mentioning how Adrien is 'totally going on the trip with her group' and asks him to sign off on the whole thing. Hoping that it means that Adrien will be forced to be with her group or be 'in trouble for trying to trick Gabriel'.

Fortunately, Chloé is ahead of the game. She knows Gabriel is..... well. Gabriel. To get Adrien in the clear for the trip, she has to go through him. And it might take a little negotiation. So Chloé started early.

Chloé already told Gabriel about the class trip, and is keeping him and Nathalie updated directly about the plans and what's already paid for through their group's fundraisers. Even asking Gabriel to give Adrien free time for said fundraisers.

Gabriel is smart enough to know that something's up, and decides to ask Adrien directly about which group he's going with. Adrien confirms that Chloé is right, he's with her group, and that he's already told Lila that multiple times.

In the end, both classes have decent class trips. Of course, Mari's group does have a bit better of a trip because Mari, Chloé, and Adrien do have the connections Lila boasts about.

However, the rest the class notices two things.

First is that a lot of the reasons things got hectic were because of Lila.

Secondly, is that a few of the things Mari's group booked, were things Lila said she tried to get for them, but "they were so booked" or "her friend refused".

They have some thinking to do.

[fluffonthebunniestail]

What a Sleepover

Okay, so I may or may not be plotting some headcannons for Zuko 👀👀

BUT, in the meantime- I must push this fic out because I've been thinking of it for a while!

Also, small psa. Just because two dudes are having a sleepover, hugging, holding hands etc. does not mean they're into each other, or gay. Same goes for females, we all just need affection sometimes and shouldn't have to be dating to do so!

Summary: Karma and Nagisa are having a sleepover because that's what best friends do :)

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It was the last class before a well deserved free day. Well, it feels very well deserved.

It was a rough week of extra training not to mention crammed-in study sessions for the following tests. Finally, about ten minutes until school's was done for.

Nagisa was just bouncing his leg in excitement, especially because he is going to go home with Karma.

It wasn't very often they got to hang out anymore, so he was going to take this sleepover and enjoy it. And everything else can go shove it.

So yeah, Nagisa was quite excited. It was a time to just be stress-free. Not just from the normal teenage stress, but the stress placed on their shoulders about the end of the world.

So, when the bell finally rung, it took every bit of will power not to whoop. Instead, he said his goodbyes to Kaede like the gentlemen he is.

He then, packed his things, walking towards Karma's desk.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, give me one second." Karma replied, pulling his back over his shoulder. "Okay, you won't mind if we stop by the store real quick? I want to pick out a few things before we head to my house."

"Yeah, we can go." Nagisa said as they began to walk out the door together. "What are you gonna get?"

"Just some snacks, I don't know. If you see something you like, tell me."

Nagisa just nodded as they continued to their journey to the store. It was mostly accompanied by silence, but it was nice silence. Just listening to some music they've recently found with the occasional bob to the beat.

Once they finally made it to the store, Nagisa just followed behind Karma.

"You cooking tonight?" Nagisa asked seeing Karma picking out some beef.

"Yeah, I was planning on making some beef curry. Unless you wanna order."

"Nah, I always prefer your cooking."

"Damn right."

They got to the isle filled with snacks, Karma just let Nagisa pick out a few.

"Imagine if your parents were here." Nagisa mentioned making the other snort.

"God, they'd lose their shit. I mean sure they're gone but they're... something." Karma huffed, shaking his head.

Nagisa could remember the first time he met Karma's family, it was strange to say at the least. They were putting Karma on a strict diet, despite the fact that he was already skinny. It was just strange.

"Has it ever bothered you?" Nagisa asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Uh, I mean, them being gone all the time. Does it bother you? Like don't you get lonely sometimes?"

"Not really, it's weird. I don't miss them if that's what you're asking."

"When was the last time they were here?"

"Uh, shit I dunno. A little before I was suspended last year."

"Shit."

"Oh don't worry, it's freeing if anything. It's nice. I'm not a people person."

"I know, I know. But still."

"How about, worry about yourself and your own jackass of a mother." Karma said lightly punching Nagisa's head.

He always does that.

"Well, welcome to my humble abode. You already know where everything is and whatnot. Do me a favor, set something up to watch while I make dinner, will ya?"

"You got it chef Karma." Nagisa soluted then retreated to the living room getting something to watch.

Long story short, Karma finished cooking, they ate it and it was absolutely delicious.

Like what couldn't he do?

They then watched some fun stuff, did whatever they felt like until they set up camp in the living room. Aka, Karma getting blankets and pillows, and for them to wrestle who got the couch and floor.

Then they just talked, talked about some woke shit, but not really woke shit ya know?

"Terasaka's a bitch." Karma blurted.

"You're an even bigger bitch." Nagisa retorted, snorting at the random statement.

"Hey, at least I take pride into it."

Nagisa just changed his position slightly by resting his head on Karma's stomach (they're resting like a T) Hey, bromance. It was normal, Karma wasn't very touchy feely but Nagisa was and Karma had to accommodate. Basically, Karma didn't have a say but he didn't really care. It was nice having someone trust him like that.

"This year is crazy." Nagisa said just staring into the ceiling.

"And it's not gonna be any less crazy any time soon."

"You think we're actually going to kill him?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"On how sappy everyone gets."

"But we have to."

"There could always be another way. It always bothered me when Koro Sensei said that he blew up the moon and will to the earth. What is stopping him? He could've done it a long time ago when even the higher ups can't do shit. How come he's now giving us -fucking students of all people- a deadline. He could take us all out as easily as a blink of an eye, what it stopping him?"

"Should we ask him?" Nagisa asked, making Karma bark out a laugh.

"Absolutely the fuck not."

Nagisa just hummed in response. Karma then just sighed obnoxiously.

"I'm bored."

"What do you wanna do?"

"I dunno."

"You don't know?"

"Nope, entertain me."

"By...?"

"Wearing one of my mom's dresses."

"Fuck no!" Nagisa yelped, sitting up.

"What? It'd just be you in your final form."

"You're an ass."

"Ouch, I'm truly hurt. You've wounded me deeply Nagisa!" Karma said clutching his heart, turning to his side covering his head with a pillow. "Just leave me here wounded to such painful words you've set upon me."

Nagisa just scoffed, poking his side making him yelp sitting up quickly.

"Oi!" He pouted.

"What?" Nagisa asked pretending to be concerned.

"And you're calling me an ass?"

"You wanna see this 'ass'."

"Not really, I can already smell it." He snickered.

"Oh yeah?" Nagisa said putting his hands up. Karma catches them pushing them away from him.

"Nagisa, I will rock your shit."

"Yeah? And I can do the same."

"Sure thing pipsqueak."

"You'll apologies for that."

"Will I?" Karma said pretending to think for a few seconds, "I don't think so."

"You're so gonna get it."

"Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?"

Nagisa then quickly let go of Karma's hands, tweaking his sides.

"Hey!" He yelped, "That's cheating!"

"How so, modern problems call for modern solutions."

"You did not just say that-" He cut himself off as he saw Nagisa snake his hands towards him. "Okay, we're not gonna do that!" He said pushing Nagisa's arms away from him.

"Why not?" Nagisa snickered, "Is it because little Karma's too ticklish?"

"Nagisa, shut the fuck up." He fumed, his face starting to get red.

"Awwe this is adorable." Nagisa was loving this, after all those times Karma embarrassed him to no end.

"Fuck oHOFF!" He yelped as Nagisa quickly started to squeeze his sides.

Did he fuck off? Nope. If anything, he continued to squeeze his sides. This made Karma fall not so gracefully onto his back. he was slapping and swatting his arms aimlessly at Nagisa, pulling at his hands trying desperately to pull him off.

"STOHOHOP NAGISA!" He screeched, laughing loudly and uncontrollably. He was squirming around as much as he could, trying to buck Nagisa off but the boy was determined.

"What's wrong? I thought you were said you were gonna 'rock my shit'." Nagisa teased. It was hilarious how easy it was to tease Karma.

The redhead was trying. Key word: trying, to retaliate by jabbing his fingers at Nagisa's ribs. Only reason it didn't work was because it actually hurt a bit. Thank god for Karma losing all sense of control when being tickled.

"Oh yeah? Do you think you're in any position to try that?" Nagisa asked, snaking his hands to the hollows of Karma's underarms.

He squealed, arching his back, elbows locked to his sides and laughter reducing slightly to giggles. It's his least ticklish spot, but it still keeps him going strong. He was able to spout out a string of curses and demands of stopping to Nagisa, but all fruitless.

This however, gave Nagisa full access to the spot he knows kills Karma: stomach.

As soon as his hands had even made contact to his shaking abdomen, Karma screeched.

"NOHODON'TPLEAHAHAHA-" He pleaded. He was trying his best to throw the smaller boy off him. However, it was deeming incredibly difficult with the unbearable sensations that spreaded all throughout his stomach. Nagisa made sure to squeeze every bit of his midsection before briefly traveling to his ribs.

He drilled his fingers between his bones without mercy.

"Are you going to apologize for calling me a pipsqueak?" Nagisa asked digging at his stomach again, making him squeal with every vibrating movement.

He knew that Karma could barely speak a proper sentence, but this was very fun.

What was more fun was seeing a bit of skin from his shirt that rode up from all the rustling. Nagisa tried to grab his hands with one hand, not very successful but better then not trying. His other went under Karma's shirt clawing at his twitching stomach making his laugh come out more panicked.

"Sorry, I can't really hear you." Nagisa grinned, vibrating his hand right around his navel making Karma nearly jump out his skin. His laughter went in and out of being silent. Nagisa felt bad and relented his attack.

The redhead in turn was panting out a few giggles holding his midsection.

"Gohod, you're such a dick."

"Meh, maybe. But you deserved it you mega dick."

"Whatever." He waved off Nagisa, sitting up. He turned his head to the blue boy. "You know I'm gonna get you back."

Nagisa just sighed pumping the air deflated, "Worth it."

"Well, I'm getting snacks and you aren't having shit."

"Why must you be so cruel?" Nagisa sobbed. Karma just chuckled walking to the kitchen.

Karma although wasn't a big fan of getting tickled the shit out of him, it was nice to let loose every once in a while. If course he isn't going to say that though.

[animemangasoul]

You Have A Home With Me

Summery: Tim takes in a meta human kid and tries to keep him a secret from the rest of the batfamily until his team gets back. It doesn't go as well as he'd hoped. And with an entire criminal empire after the kid, it's all Tim can do to keep it all under wraps and away from the media's attention

Characters: Tim Drake, Batfamily, Young Justice

Chapter: 3/5

Silently he picks up the discarded items on the wet floor; mind churning as he tries to formulate his next plan. He couldn’t very well ignore his duties as CEO or his nightly activities to take care of this kid full time until their situation got settled, at the same time---

He is still mulling it all over when quiet footsteps from behind him makes him blink out of his haze. “All dressed up?” he asks, turning his head to look at the kid. Big blue eyes stare back at him from behind blonde curls and the kid looks so small in his too big superman shirt and the slightly too large gray pajama pants that Tim’s heart hurts again just looking at him. How could anyone hurt someone so vulnerable?

The kid doesn’t say anything, just keeps staring back at him; owlish eyes trying and failing to hide the sleepiness dragging them under. Tim smiles. “I know you’re tired. But I’ll be done in a few seconds and then we can get something to eat before you go off to bed.”

Pale blonde eyebrows narrow, and the kid purses his lips.  

“Not hungry?” Tim asks, knowing full well how impossible that was, but giving the kid a choice, at least for today might be for the best. The kid’s grip on the door-frame tightens and he shrugs. “Ok then,” Tim says, picking up Bart’s favorite shampoo bottle from behind the trashcan. “I’m sure I have some of Alfred’s leftover lasagna from yesterday and it’s honestly delicious so-”

From the corner of his eye he can see the kid slowly retreating, probably done with his social interaction for the moment, and Tim huffs. “Hey.” The kid pauses, halfway out the door. “What’s your name?”  

He tries to ask the question as casual as possible, not even looking at the kid as he picks up the last of the mess, slowly stands up. “I’m sorry I called you by that..... What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking?”

A dash of footsteps and the kid is gone, Tim sighs. “Too much Drake. Too much.”

He takes a bit longer to finish up, but that’s normal, that’s fine. It’s not like he was..... Tim wouldn’t admit that he was deliberately stalling, he was so not anxious about some tiny brat he’d personally rescued from a corrupt organization.

Not like it was mildly insulting that the kid still did not trust him when Tim had done everything remotely possible to show him that he was neither scared of his abilities nor willing to abandon him on a whim. It’s not like he was tired and worried and anxious and..... Tim was fine. Tim was fine. He was always fine.‘I’ll just give him a couple of minutes to calm down,’ he thought, sitting down on the closed toilet seat with heave of his shoulders.‘Wouldn’t do to crowd him while he’s agitated.’  

Picking up the first aid kit lying innocently next to the bathtub, he gets to work tending to his now severely throbbing wrist. It said a lot about his life that he could ignore the pain until he found the time to deal with it. It said a lot about his family and the crushing work they dealt with every night. A sprained wrist? He snorted as he finished tying it up. Oh please.

Finally done, he scooped up the kit under one arm and took a deep breath before standing up. “That’s long enough,” he muttered, walking out of the bathroom and making his way to the living room where, sure enough, the kid was; exactly in the same spot he’d occupied when they’d first made their way into the apartment. “I’ll make dinner,” he said offhandedly to the kid; deliberately putting the first aid kit on the middle of the coffee table. “And then we’ll take care of your injuries. Deal?”

The kid shook his head vigorously and.... Tim blinked back in surprise. That was the first time the brat had actually answered him that quickly. “Ok,” he said slowly, taking a step back and folding his arms. “We don’t have to do it to night if you’re not feeling any pain. Are you feeling any pain?” The kid paused for a second before shaking his head again and Tim frowned. “You sure?” Another pause and then a nod. “Fine,” Tim said, turning and walking into the kitchen. “Tomorrow it is.”

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Heating up dinner doesn’t take long and soon enough they are both sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, two plates of lasagna in front of them. Tim is starving and digs in almost immediately, not even waiting for his steaming meal to cool down a bit, but just as he is about to take his third bite, he catches sight of the kid. The kid who has yet to even lift a hand to pick up his utensils and Tim frowns at him in confusion. “You don’t like lasagna?” The kid shrugs looking away and....

Sighing heavily, Tim puts down his own fork and folds his arms. Why was this kid so freaking difficult? Tim couldn’t read minds and the brat was a mystery wrapped in suspicion wrapped in paranoia and Tim knew, he knew it was only a matter of time before he messed this whole thing up horribly and shit truly hit the fan. “You not hungry?”

Nothing.

“Is it too little? I can get you more when you’re finished?”

Nothing.

Frustration now mounting Tim leans forward slightly trying to meet the kid’s gaze. “I’m sorry kiddo but I can’t read minds. You have to tell me what’s wrong or I won’t know how to help.” The blonde finally meets his eyes and.... Tim’s lips part in stunned silence at the watery fear flooding the kid’s eyes and trickling down his cheeks. What the---

Shaking his head furiously, the kid pushes the plate aside and clams a hand over his mouth all the while glaring up at Tim in what the vigilante can only call terror. What the hell was going on? What did he do? Why was the kid crying? Why was.....

And then it hits him.

It’s like the pages of the folder he’d been reading this whole week starts flipping open in his mind and he remembers. Page seven, paragraph four.  

Leaning back, Tim runs a shaking hand through his hair and tries his damnedest not to cry. “You’re scared I poisoned your food, aren’t you?” The kid flinches, bottom lips wobbling as he refuses to meet Tim’s eyes anymore. Tim suddenly doesn’t feel like eating either. “They messed with your food and.... You don’t know if you can trust me not to do the same.”

Silence.

Tim bites his lips and looks away. Fuck. What the hell was wrong with M.E.T?

Every new thing he learned about them he just--

Staring at his fingers, he tries to breath. It wouldn’t do for him to lose it in front of the kid. That wouldn’t help anybody. ‘Relax,’  he thinks. ‘Just calm down. If you show your anger now God knows how he’ll interpret it. Just breath and calm down.’  

Looking at the curled-up figure across from him, Tim tries to prioritize this moment. This instant. The right here and now. He’ll make them pay, but for now....

Leaning forward, he ignores the kid shrinking away and instead picks up the untouched plate in front of him before standing up, making sure the plate is still in eyesight of the blonde who is rapidly watching him from behind shaking fingers.  

Reaching up, Tim pulls down a bigger plate from the top shelf and puts it at the center of the table before dumping the lasagna in it. The kid doesn’t make a sound but his confusion is quite evident from the widening of his eyes, and Tim smiles reassuringly at him before picking up his own plate and also dumping it in the same plate, and then, using a clean fork, he mixes it all up thoroughly.  

Satisfied, he plops down on his chair and picks his fork back up. “Now there is no way for me to poison you,” he says. “Since we’re eating the same thing, right?”

He doesn’t say anything else, just digs in; at a much slower pace as he silently prays that his solution turned out to be an actual solution and that the poor kid wouldn’t starve and----

A shaking fork finds its way into the plate and Tim doesn’t look at the kid, eating instead in quiet silence but his heart lifts seeing the other side of the plate slowly emptying and well, Tim would be lying if he said his mind didn’t feel utter relief knowing that the kid wouldn’t go to sleep hungry.

“Matt.”

“Huh?”

The soft unfamiliar words startle Tim out of his thoughts, and it takes him a second to realize that the kid is actually speaking to him and.... His eyes widen, head snapping up to meet the too pale face of the blonde. “What did you say? Did you say something?”

The kid shrinks back, cheeks flushed red from embarrassment as well as the tomato sauce staining the whole lower half of his face; making him look even more painfully young. “My name,” the kid says; voice shaking uncontrollably. “is Matt.”

There is traces of a slight accent in his words and he goes right back to shoving forkful of lasagna in his mouth the minute the words are out but....

Damn it, Tim quickly looks down to stop the brat from seeing the wetness in his eyes. “It’s nice to meet you Matt. I’m Tim.”

“Nice to meet you... Mr.Tim.”

And yeah.... Tim would probably fight the whole world for this kid.  

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When dinner is over, Tim instructs the ki--- Matt to wash his face before he goes to bed. And as he cleans up the table, he keeps an eye on the child standing on a chair, carefully washing off the sauce from his face.  

“You can sleep in the guestroom down the hall,” he finally says when the kid has jumped down from the chair, eyes fixed on his feet and tiny hands gripping the hem of the blue shirt. “Here,” he says, reaching into his pocket and extending the keys to the wide-eyed kid. “You can lock your door if you want. If you feel safer that way I mean.”

Matt doesn’t take a step closer, just continues to stare at the keys with a sort of longing in his eyes that makes Tim smile sadly.  

Putting the keys on the table he steps back and as soon as he does, the kid springs forward and snatches it up, looking up at him as if he expects some kind of reaction, but all Tim does is nod at him once before he takes the plates over to the sink; careful to leave enough room for Matt to sprint past him if he wants, which the kid does almost immediately.

Well, Tim thinks. 'I guess he fulfilled his sharing quota of the day.’  

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The minute he’s done cleaning up after them, Tim situates himself on the sofa; mug of coffee in hand and several folders spread out in front of him as gets to work. He still hadn’t finished the presentation for tomorrow’s unveiling project and he needed to get a head start on that drug case Dick was working on and not to mention the weapon smuggling ring him and Jason were trying to uncover and---

Sighing, he rubs a tired hand across his brow and pulls up the file on his computer before he starts typing. It would be a long night indeed.

He’s been working for almost three hours; four trips to the kitchen for coffee refills and one trip for a change of clothes when he hears tiny shuffling from behind him. Looking up he blinks tiredly at the tiny child standing across from him; arms curled around his middle and tired eyes framed by a pale face, widening as if he hadn’t expected to actually find Tim.

It takes the young CEO a full minute to wrap his head around this strange kid being in his apartment; for a moment wondering if Damian had dyed his hair or something before his mouth rounds off into a silent o and he fully sits up to stare back at the kid. “Matt? What are you doing up?”

The kid doesn’t say anything, thin lips curling downward in distress as he shuffles forward before stopping abruptly and taking a step back.  

Tim frowns. “Couldn’t sleep?”

A nod.

“Nightmare?”

Another nod.

“Anything I can do?”

A shake of the head, no.

“Ok. Do you want me to make you something?”

Another shake of the head.

Tim’s brows crease in worry. “Do you not feel safe in your room?”

A nod.

“Oh.”

Well, that was disheartening. What exactly was Tim supposed to do about that? If even a locked door Matt could control couldn’t make the kid feel safe then how---

A tiny body darts passed him and before Tim even has a chance to blink, the kid flings himself up on the other side of the sofa, curling into a ball and leaning his head against the armrest, closing his eyes.  

Tim stares, stunned. Was the kid going to....

“You want to sleep here?”

A nod.

“Do you want me to go?” Tim reaches out to pick up his paperwork but---

A shake of the head and..... Oh, wow. The vigilante can’t help the ghost of a smile that pulls at his lips. “Ok. That’s ok. Goodnight Matt.”

“Goodnight Mr. Tim.”

End

This kid is legit making me sad while writing this. Like why do I do this to him? I’m horrible. Tim and his angsty/hurt son. Things can only get worst before they get better.

@miss-choco-chips @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen anyone else who want me to tag them please let me know and thanks for reading everyone :)

[normal-thoughts-official]

A few accidents

[Alaric/Luke, crack and fluff, oneshot

Read it on Ao3]

And you see, that’s exactly his problem, because everything about his relationship with Alaric is so easy. It feels natural, like air. They know each other’s coffee orders. They are always on each other’s corner. He wakes up. Alaric can tell he’s on a rush. He makes him coffee. Luke kisses him. It’s normal.

Wait.

He kissed Alaric.

Luke crashes his car.

Luke wakes up without a headache (courtesy of Magnus’ little anti-hangover spell), but with the same feeling of tiredness weighing deep behind his eyes. He supposes there was no helping that. He had a very emotionally loaded night.

He can’t believe that Magnus thought that him and Alaric were already together.

That they were married.

Was Luke the last one to find out?

He groans, rolling around in frustration. He knew Magnus wouldn’t have the solution to all his problems, nor would he forego the inevitable “talk to him” speech. But a guy can hope. Especially when said guy had no idea he was bisexual before his unfortunate feelings for his best friend made themselves known.

It also didn’t help that Magnus didn’t exactly understand. Bisexuality was not a big deal where he was born. He never had a "realization panic" moment. He didn’t know what it was like to have the weight of this knowledge suddenly crash on you.

But he did know what it was like to fear your feelings. Intimately.

And that was why Luke came to him, wasn’t it?

He rolls around again, deciding to avoid these thoughts for now by taking his phone. It’s his and Alaric’s day off, and Alaric will be visiting his mom today, so Luke hopes he can wrap up his panic before the time he’ll have alone at the Jade Wolf today is up.

So, naturally, the first thing he sees is a message from his boss.

There’s been a problem with some of his evidence. She needs him at the station. Urgently, he figures, although she doesn’t say that part. Then again, Commander Kaur never does.

Luke leaps out of bed and gets dressed, swearing the whole time.

*

“Why are you up and wearing your jacket?” Alaric asks, mug of coffee in hand. He’s leaning against the counter, as he usually does, contemplating the mess that is their pack’s home. Alaric’s a big fan of mornings, and Luke can’t say the same. But Alaric enjoys using them for some introspective time, so it still works between them.

God, when did it become important that him and Alaric were morning-compatible?

Instead of thinking about that, Luke answers, “Message from the boss. Nothing major, I can handle it, you go see Inez." He'd like to get this sorted out as soon as possible, of course, and maybe also get a distraction, but he knows Alaric barely gets to see Inez recently, and how important it is to her. It is rare that downworlders can afford to stay close to their families. Luke isn't going to get in the way of that.

“Nothing major and you’re running around the place like a madman in the morning?” Alaric asks, turning back to the coffee machine, but Luke can still see his eyebrow raise.

Luke stops, staring at him. “Just want to get it over with,” he says, a little defensive.

“Fair enough,” Alaric replies easily, in the tone of someone who isn't fooled and just that knowledge is enough for them. It's infuriating, but Luke doesn't have the time to argue that, so he makes it to the door; but before he can go, Alaric stops him and places a cup in his hand. “Here. Have some coffee at least. I already put your cream and sugar.”

Luke smiles, touched. “Thanks,” he says, giving him a little peck on the lips before he takes the mug and moves to get his car keys. Alaric is already back to his leaning place on the counter by the time he closes the door. “See you later,” he calls out, and Alaric gives him a little wave, seemingly distracted.

*

Alaric had the foresight to put Luke’s coffee in a lidded cup, and it tastes perfect. Luke likes his coffee with just cream and two spoons of sugar - not a hard order to remember, but the fact that Alaric got it all ready for him so easily really says a lot. Alaric really - knows him. It was a no-brainer for the both of them.

And that’s exactly his problem, isn't it? Everything about his relationship with Alaric is so easy. And now it suddenly isn’t easy, because he’s overthinking these displays of affection that were always normal to the both of them. And he doesn’t want to be overthinking his relationship with Alaric; he wants it to be the same casual comfort that it’s always been. He loves Alaric because their relationship flows freely. It feels natural, like air. They know each other’s coffee orders. They are always on each other’s corner. They are a part of each other's routine, in the smallest, simplest ways. He wakes up. Alaric can tell he’s on a rush. He makes him coffee. Luke kisses him. It’s normal.

Wait.

He kissed Alaric.

Luke crashes his car.

*

That’s a bit dramatic. He bumped his car into the one in front of him. He lives in New York. There’s traffic. He wasn’t at high speeds.

The girl is understandably pissed, but the damage was basically superficial and also on Luke’s car, so Luke just sighs and gives her a 50 and that’s that. He already has enough drama going on for today, and besides, well. It was his fault. Technically. Or not just technically. More like factually.

He’s thankful it wasn’t a guy, at least. Or a white person. He really wasn’t feeling like getting into a fistfight or something because of traffic. Or like dealing with teary entitlement. He’s having a bi panic and he’s also in love with his best friend. Whom he kissed. And didn’t notice.

Shit.

*

It turns out that Commander Kaur only needed his help with finding a particular evidence box that Luke had moved, which he might have realized if he had paid attention to her message instead of instantly going on a craze. All in all, he’s out of the station pretty quickly, and he gets to the Jade Wolf way before Alaric will. Or most people, for that matter. Which gives him plenty of time to give another deep sigh, and think about what he’s going to do. Exhaustingly.

Alaric barely reacted to the kiss. Maybe he also didn’t register it. Maybe he didn’t want to mention it and open this particular can of worms. Luke could probably get away with pretending that it didn’t happen, and continuing to have his I’m-in-love-with-my-best-friend-slash-partner-slash-roommate-and-also-I’m-not-as-straight-as-I-thought crisis at peace.

But does he want to?

Not only is he obviously off his game, but he is more unhappy with the idea that him and Alaric are acting weird than he is with- well, the rest of it. Him and Alaric are each other’s rocks. They’ve never been anything if not honest with each other, even when it meant that they would get into long, heated arguments.

But they never lasted, did they? They always figured it out. That was the point. Neither of them were able to let things go easily, so it worked a lot better to say what they thought as soon as they did, and go from there. They always respected each other’s feelings. They always found a way. It was the best strategy.

It wouldn’t be different this time.

Would it?

*

Was Luke really going to be the guy who took over 40 years to realize he was queer, and barely even a day to come out and tell everyone and start some relationship drama?

*

He shouldn’t be worrying about that. Alaric is more important than not fulfilling some stereotype.

Luke is more important.

*

Would it be appropriate to call Magnus and have this conversation again? He could take him to lunch or something. The guy probably needed to get out of his loft more.

*

Oh God, Luke has spent the last almost two-decades without dating anyone.

Does he even know how to do it anymore?

*

How did he not realize that at some point he stopped being interested in people because he already had the relationship of his dreams with Alaric?

Fuck. What if he lost that? Fuck.

*

What if work was weird?

*

There’s no going back, is there? It’s already weird.

Luke can’t undo his revelation by not talking about it.

And he won’t be able to let it go. That’s exactly why him and Alaric were always honest with each other. Why he should keep being honest to him.

*

Alaric would probably notice that he was being weird anyway. How could he not? They were always together.

*

What if Alaric thought Luke was just panicking because he figured out he was bi and wanted to experiment?

How could he explain to him that he only figured out he was bi because he was in love with Alaric?

Should he do that?

*

He wishes Maia was there. She could probably distract him. Or tell him that he had always told her to be open about how she felt and she wouldn’t watch him be a hypocrite. Or just smile and make him feel like everything would be okay. Or let him pet that soft, pretty hair of hers.

But it’s not like he is supposed to go to her for his drama.

Especially not with Alaric.

*

If they managed to raise a teenage werewolf together pretty well, dealing with a crush would be a no-brainer, wouldn’t it?

*

He feels like a teenager. He’s being ridiculous. It’s not that complicated.

It’s Alaric.

*

“You’re overthinking something,” Alaric says after being inside their room for approximately five seconds. There isn’t exactly worry in his eyes, just attention. Undivided. Alaric has always had that way of reaching out to him like it’s nothing, of talking about emotions with the same focus and fierceness as he did a case. It’s not a don’t-bullshit-me look, because he knows he doesn’t need it, but it’s still not something Luke feels like he can lie to.

But well, he did decide that he wouldn't. Mostly.

“I am,” he says, sighing. Then he sits up to talk to him properly. “I kissed you this morning,” he says, surprised at the steady matter-of-factness of his own tone. It doesn’t even feel out of place. It’s like he’s not even freaking out anymore.

Alaric frowns. “You-? Oh,” he pauses, almost musingly. “I didn’t even notice. If that’s what you were worried about.”

“That’s the problem,” Luke points out. “You didn’t notice. I didn’t, either, until I was already in my car. It just happened.”

Alaric sits down on his own bed, sighing deeply. “And what do you make of that?” he’s looking at his hands now, rubbing his fingers together in the way he does when he’s preparing to apologize. Luke isn’t sure what to make of that, and that scares him, a little.

“I don’t know.”

Alaric clenches his jaw. “Was it a fuckup? A mistake? Are you worried that I-”

Luke’s voice has never sounded so soft. “No, Alaric,” he says, “I think that I-”

“You?”

Alaric looks so incredulous, Luke is taken aback for a second.

“I just-” he runs his hand through his head, frustrated, “Yeah. Me. I have feelings for you. And I realized that recently, and it’s like everything is different, and I don’t know what we are anymore,” he sighs. “Or, well, I guess I do know. But I don’t know how to deal with it. Everything changed suddenly, but it's also the same. So…”

“Luke,” Alaric half-interrupts, half-continues, as he knew that Luke had every plan on letting that sentence hang unfinished. “We can be whatever you want to be.”

He looks up, and Alaric looks earnest, sincere. “What?”

“I said, if you want… to try, I’d be happy to.”

Luke remembers his previous musings. “This isn’t some experimenting thing,” he says.

Alaric grimaces. “I know, Luke. It isn’t for me, either,” he crosses his arms.

“Oh. So you-?”

“Yes. But I didn’t think you would ever reciprocate, so…” then he looks at Luke’s guilty face and adds, “it’s not like that," he chuckles. "I wasn’t going around crying my woes or anything. I love what we have. Our relationship matters way more to me than what label we put on it, or whether we call it romance or friendship, you know?”

“I do know,” Luke says, tasting the lightest bit of shock that came laced with his voice, because he realizes- he feels the same way.

And it doesn’t make his love for Alaric any less grand. It makes it greater, bigger than any labels or drama could ever make it. He feels shocked, struck by lightening, at this realization.

Alaric smiles. “But I mean, if you’re also in love with me, that’s great.”

“I am,” Luke says.

“Good,” Alaric answers.

They look at each other. There are smiles on their faces. Neither of them move.

Then Luke bursts out laughing.

“What?” Alaric asks, as Luke tries to contain his little snorts, looking offended. “What??”

“Nothing, I just,” he hides his smile behind his hand, trying to suppress the chuckles, “this felt very anticlimactic, is all.”

Alaric huffs. “Well, excuse me if I didn’t have a whole speech at the ready for when you suddenly decided-”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that!” Luke says, resisting the urge to throw his pillow on him or do something equally inappropriate. He just smiles up at him instead, “It’s just, I finally figured this out after over 40 years, possibly got my first boyfriend on the same week, and it was all solved in a 20 minute conversation.”

“Possibly?” Alaric raises his eyebrows, “I thought I was pretty clear that I-”

“See?" Luke counters. "We’re bantering. I just had the realization of my life, and it’s like nothing happened. Even our first kiss was an accident,” then, as the weight of his words downs on him, “our first kiss was an accident.”

He flops down on his bed again, groaning. There's silence for a second. Then some shuffling, and a weight next to him. It comes with the familiar warmth of Alaric, and sure enough, he is now sitting beside him, leaning slightly over Luke, looking down at him. His hair is curly and falling slightly over his eyes, and there’s a smile on his face that couldn’t be described as anything but affectionate.

He’s beautiful, and a similar smile blooms in Luke’s face, like the warmth spreading through his chest.

“It’s not that bad,” Alaric says, voice soft, eyes shining.

“It’s not,” Luke answers, suddenly serious, sitting back up so he can be on eye level with him. He rubs his face with his hands, trying to adjust his thoughts, and Alaric’s hand is immediately around his shoulders. He can’t help another smile, even as it’s hidden behind his hands. He turns so that he’s facing him, and Alaric’s hands fall from his shoulders directly to Luke's own. Like is the one to squeeze them first. “Of course it’s not bad. Just not exactly romantic. I’m very off my game,” he teases. “I promise I can be way more suave than that. Take you out to dinner, proper date, you know.”

Alaric chuckles. “I don’t know,” he says, squeezing Luke’s hand back. “I think that our first kiss coming so naturally that we didn’t even notice is pretty romantic. Doesn’t that mean that it’s always felt right? Easy?” he raises his eyebrows, the little smile on his face an almost-challenge, and Luke almost has it in him to argue with him just for the sake of it, but he can only smile back. Alaric puts his hand on Luke’s face, lightly caressing his cheek, and Luke closes his eyes for a second, savoring it.

When he reopens then, Alaric’s grinning. “I think that says we’re meant to be. Don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Luke breathes out, suddenly aware of how close Alaric is. This is not news for them; he’s had Alaric pretty close to him plenty of times. He thinks of himself, drunk at the Alpha appointment party, shoulders permanently draped around Alaric's, their heads bumping affectionately from time to time, Luke brushing his nose against his when he got too excited. This shouldn't even draw his attention. And yet. “Yeah,” he repeats, breathless.

It’s Alaric who asks. “Can I-”

“Yes.”

His eyes flicker over Luke’s face as he leans in, slowly, not moving his hand from where they rest against Luke's cheek. Their lips touch slowly, but not hesitantly. With purpose. It’s chaste, but still the opposite of that little peck; it’s self-aware and slow and allows them to savor each other, to choose every moment, make it theirs. Luke can feel Alaric’s hands on his face, his own on Alaric’s waist, their slightly entangled legs in the awkward angle, the softness of Alaric’s lips, the way he feels like everything falls into place and his heart sings free. It ends, and he wants to come for seconds, but instead he brings their foreheads together, eyes closed, enjoying how they have all the time in the world.

There's silence. Then, “I still want to take you to dinner,” he says.

Alaric laughs. “Oh, I’m not opposed to that.”

Then they kiss again.

[bibibuckleyy]

my thoughts on ‘The taking of Dispach 9-1-1′

this was SUCH a good episode from start to finish! *pulls out a slide show* Now i’ll show you breaking down every. single. scene-

jk lmao...unless?

spoilers below the cut!

lord. have. mercy.

these hoes are givin me major heist vibes

tiffany bby ur the driver but for me to acknowledge you as such you better be Letty Ortiz good hun

wow these thugs are a lot my organized than i first thought like i know they was carryin guns but i aint know they was packin this much like damn

Oceans 8 who?

so i wanna know where they just...got a cop car???

OH HELL NAH Y’ALL BEST NOT MESS WITH TERRY

I MEAN ANA MAY BE HIS SISTER

AND  SHE MAY BE MAKIN MOVES ON EDDIE 

BUT IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE TERRY FLORES SO YOU GET YOUR GUN AWAY FROM SUNSHINE BBY

it’s kinda funny rewatching this scene when you know what’s about to go down

like i’m cacklin like ‘oh shooooot dramaaaa’

but i’m also like ‘SOMEONE GRAB JOSH AND RUN’

“temporary maintenance, happens all the time” cool cool cool 

i’m not freakin out you’re freakin out

josh and maddie are like friend goals i love their dynamic like yoooo

hi yes could you please get that gun away from terry’s head i would really appreciate it.

OMG SECURITY DUDE NOOOO

wow ur like the only line of defense in the dispatch center and they just kicked ur ass

is this where our tax dollars are goin??

fly high josh’s mug, fly high

that absolute look of fear on his face tho, still breaks my heart

josh russo defense squad post up homies

“i love you, howie” nope nope nope didn’t like it the second time either

when that gun went off

LET ME TELL YOU

i just,,,waited for the blood to start comin out of terry

thank god it wasn’t him

good scene lmaooo 9-1-1 writers i hate you all lmao lmao

“bees are the least of your troubles here, sweetheart” I HATE YOU DUDE

someone call mama grant please

“we’ve got dispatch” i do not like this ma’am i’d like to speak to the manager

“you’ll shoot us” man shut the hell up-

“no, we’ll shoot the person next you you” this dude is insane

lookin like mr.clean’s evil cousin LMAOOOOO

“you only do something like this so you can do something...worse”

um whAT-

“you’re being paranoid, she’s fine” CHIMNEY NO NO NO

i don’t think i’ve ever thrown this much popcorn at my tv in my life

as chimney said “don’t do it man” just picture a 5′5 lightskinned girl tripping over her blanket while yelling “DO IT CHIM, DO IT!” and you’ll have me

“sorry, we are experiencing a high call volume” BITCH MORE LIKE A HIGH CRIME VOLUME SOMEBODY GET MAMA GRANT DAMNIT-

*screams* BUUUUUUUUCK 

HI BBY

ooh nice shirt, i guess pink isn’t the only color that suits ya

he looks good in all the colors

whole damn snaaaaack

not to be an idiot on main but seriously, who watches the watchmen?

“i miss like an earthquake or something?” lmao chim is a whole vibe

“wait....why are you calling 9-1-1, is everything ok?” paired with that cute adorable concerned face he made is making me cry ok we don’t deserve buck T-T

“she’s at the call center, what could happen?” AT LOT ACTUALLY

OH THANK YOU JESUS IT’S ATHENA FUCKIN FINALLY 

*cries* mama grant you won’t believe the day i’ve had

“he’s my husband” LMAOOOOO WHAT

whoa tiffany we’ve already had our fair share of mail bombs here that bet’ not be what i think it is

THE PACKAGE IS VIBRATING AND BLINKING TAKE COVER-

ohhhhhhhhhh

it’s just takin out the security systems lmao 

“technical difficulties” BITCH MORE  LIKE CRIMINAL DIFFICULTIES

“i bet this woman really thinks you’re...worthwhile.” JOSH BBY DON’T LISTEN TO A WORD HE SAYS EVERYONE LOVES YOU

ahaha thanks i did not need those flashbacks it hurt enough the first time 

“a woman called about an omelet, i dispatched an officer”

“to the restaurant?”

“not exactly”

???

“i tried calling josh, but no answer” aww josh and buck are friendssssss :)

JOSH HAS BEEN ADOPTED BY THE FIREFAM PASS IT ON

:0

JOSH YOU GENIUS

YOU SMART SMART CINNAMON ROLL

MAMA GRANT IT’S TIME TO MAKE SOME MOVES

“nO NO CHIMNEY DON’T HANG UP!” i shouldn’t have laughed so hard

oh great he’s hastily grabbing his jacket. he’s about to do something rash and irresponsible

....someone call eddie.

that’s some good heist music right there

the bad guys look stressed....good.

“you’re here so i can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t do anything foolish” BUT YOU LEFT BUCK

OK BUCK I LOVE YOU BBY

BUT YOU HAVE THIS HABIT OF TURNIN INTO SPECIAL AGENT 007 REAL FAST WHEN YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN TROUBLE MAN

LIKE

HE’S THE ‘EVERYONE BEFORE ME’ MEMBER OF THE FIREFAM

mama grant i ain’t questionin your authority or nun but like???

WHY WOULD YOU NOT KEEP AN EYE ON BUCK TOO?

HE’S THE MOST LIKELY CANDIDATE TO DO SOMETHIN STUPID

thats some reckless drivin there buckaroo

buck who were you tryna fool tho

athena only knows one golden retriever dude in this city who drives a grey and black jeep

“ok now, don’t be mad” LMAOOOOOOOO

HANDS DOWN ONE OF MY FAVE SCENES

HE KNEW HIS MOM WAS PISSED TOO LMAOOOO

athena’s look is sending meeeeee 😂😂

omg my god😭😂

“hey buck”

“...hey chim”

athena has some dumbass kids yo

the best part is, she knows it

the way mr. clean broke his neck when dude said ‘police cruiser’ LMAOOOO

“and if it’s not normal?”

“we’ll find out”

*blasts boss bitch*

i love the way buck is kinda concerned for his mom tho

and athena’s just like ‘it’s no sweat sweetie i do this every day’

“shoot her”

BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO

YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH

I’LL TELL YOU THAT

“shoot her, now”

try her bitch, see what happens to yo ass. 

the 118

the call center

the entire fandom 

we will collectively end you

“we got a report of a code 77″

THANK GOD THAT GOT ATHENA OUT OF THERE

what is a code 77 you say?

“ambush, proceed with caution”

well it sure nuff aint indecent exposure

*boss bitch keeps playing cause that was super smart for her to give out a code 77*

“maddie is smart, she can take care of herself until help gets there”

HELL YEA SHE CAN

SHE KICKED DOUG’S ASS SHE’LL KICK YOURS TOO

“they’re not gonna wanna leave behind a room full of witnesses”

i’m-i’m fine, i swear-

“killing people, your solution to every problem”

excuse me? do i hear morals??

they’re really fighting each other

they some grade a stupid right there 

there’s no way they are pullin this off

terry

terry what are you doing

TERRY

RUN TERRY RUN GO GO GO

OH SHIT

JOSHHHHHHHH

i thought they were gonna shoot terry

BUT JOSH CAME THROUGH IN THE CLUTCH

wowwwwww dispatch is a lot more badass than i thought

these dudes are hard core

OH

OH JOSH NO BBY

THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURT

aii square tf up mr. clean we don’t hit josh here and you gon have to pay for that one

the way everyone is just quietly sobbing tho

it saddens me

“I need another thirty minutes”

i’m really enjoying watching this dude’s plan crumble around him

swat posted up aii i see yall

“we’ll try to get eyes in a damn windowless room”

well when you put it that way it sounds like this is hopeless

“i’m sorry i thought you were crazy”

“i’m sorry i wasn’t”

wow i don’t think i was supposed to laugh at that

and chim bein concerned for maddie is literally one if the best things ever y’all.

completely unrelated note, anybody else see bad boys for life?

“yeah i’m ok, my ears are just ringing a little” with the TEARS and the SNIFFLES and him SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN JOSH IS TOO PURE FOR THIS 

“why do you think we asked for so many RA units?” BITCH I KNOW YOU FUCKIN LYIN

for those of y’all that ain’t kno, RA units are rescue ambulance units

way to reassure people, lady

it’s like she said ‘everyone might be lightly shot by the time this is all over’

“so you are worried. it makes sense, cause all your friends keep dissappearing are they even in the same building?” WITH THAT LOOK OF STRAIGHT SPITE DAMN MADDIE BUCKLEY, DAMNNN

we stan the BAMF BUCKLEYS

“oh my god, LINDA??” lo key thought this was real for a second

“latex! is there latex in your gloves?” greg come on man you planned a heist you can’t be this stupid

SURPRISE! LINDA IS ALLERGIC TO BEES

ENJOY YOUR EPINEPHRINE ASSHOLE

OH

OH WOW

WOW DISPATCH

Y’ALL JUST-

WOW

EVERYONES GOT GUNS AND EVERYTHING OH MY GODDDDD

GIVE IT UP FOR DISPATCH 

you know it’s really funny, cause tiffany ain’t nowhere to be found

“next one goes in your head” OOOOOOOOOOOH SHE’S A BOSS ASS BITCH BROOO YESSSSSSS

(i know, two different songs, but ya gotta admit, it applies)

“you don’t get to die” 

i just-

hands down, most powerful line in the whole episode.

it’s an odd form of vengeance, saving the man that attacked you multiple times from the release of death

 that’s what it would’ve been tho

a release

he would’ve died, and he wouldn’t of had to pay for any of his actions

but instead, josh saved his sorry ass

so he gets to pay for this in the land of the living

the best revenge, actually

and, josh saved a life

he’s worthwhile

“i’m not goin back” well i knew mr. clean was gonna die from the beginning sooooooo

“we’ve got dispatch”  and it’s finally over

i’m kinda bummed that we didn’t get to see SEAL!buck or the rest of the firefam but we got  BAMF!dispatch and that was enough lmao

kudos to those off duty dispatches as well, like y’all just walked past the dead body and moved on from the whole hostage situation to do your already stressful job

CHIM’S FACE WHEN HE SEES MADDIE I AM SOBBING

THEY SAID MADNEY RIGHTS Y’ALL😭😭😭

this hug is everythinggggg 

lo key buck watching from afar breaks my heart ahaha

“she already has everything she needs”

....this is tea for another day, but...

buck, you do know people need you as much as you need them, right?

....right?

still not over that hug tho

ayeeee wassup bobby!

how was the camping trip i was extremely against?

oooooh i love the crime recaps!

i may or may not have been like buck in the bank episode when he said ‘i’m some confused, can you start over’

...ahem....

“wait....you didn’t round her up too?”

ok listen....

while i don’t condone stealing and and the extreme amount of violence they used,

i do condone outsmarting men that think less of you because you are a woman

you are a boss tiffany, and i’m actually kind of sad you got caught

“tiffany was the real mastermind” can i just.....

*BLASTS BOSS BITCH FROM THE ROOFTOPS CAUSE WOMEN OWNED THIS EPISODE! THEY WERE SO DAMN BADASS*

thanks 9-1-1 writers for that, btw. 

gotta admit, as much as they rip out our hearts and stomp on em, they know what they are doin

jake you shady shady bitch

ngl tho both plans were solid 

maybe if it was done completely by women it would’ve worked :)

“looks  like your trip’s been delayed...by about 5 to 15 years” athena you got the best lines yo

jake f’ed up the other plan too lmaoo

like i said, if it was all women, they would’ve pulled this off

and they end it with madney

gosh i loved this episode

So! These were my thoughts on 3x14! Let me know what you think, and hit up my ask box if you want me to post my thoughts on another episode! Later taters!

Oh yeah, if you liked this you can find my thoughts on ‘Pinned’ here!

[dudeandduchess]

Rating/Genre: NSFW, Modern AU Characters: Rengoku Shinjurō x F!Reader, Mentions of Sanemi x F!Reader Chapters: 2/10 Summary: Shinjurō and (Y/n) are in a D/s arrangement, but he wants more so he tries to lay the world at her feet in the hopes that she would say yes to being his. Unfortunately, (Y/n) shoots him down every time, since she’s not swayed by his money or influence.But Shinjurō is more determined than ever to keep her, so he will stop at nothing to keep her for himself. Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, D/s Themes, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Unsolicited (but not unwanted) Dick Pic

NOTE: Thank you so much for all the feedback, bbys! I honestly didn’t expect this to get the attention that it’s gotten so far. LIke, omg. I’m so happy. And just... thank you! 💜✨

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(Y/n) raced through the dark streets, revving up her car’s engine as she overtook two cars on the highway. Normally, she would be much more careful because she didn’t want to get caught for speeding, but she wanted to get back to her house and change as soon as humanly possible.

If it meant seeing Shinjurō sooner, then she would risk it and break a few speeding laws. After all, it wasn’t something that her PR team couldn’t sweep under the rug.

She shifted gears the moment she passed the two other cars, going up to the sixth gear to increase her speed— effectively leaving her non-competitors behind in the dust. And in no time at all, they were nothing but a speck in her rearview mirror.

Had her lover seen that little stunt, however, she was sure that the self-satisfied smirk on her face wouldn’t even dare to show itself. He would most likely punish her for being so reckless, even though she was more than capable of handling herself; though, she didn’t really mind his punishments.

From its magnetic holder on the dashboard, her phone lit up with a notification which read:

My cock’s so hard, baby.

She almost swerved right into a barrier when she read it, because it had her feeling all sorts of horny— enough to make her mind focus on nothing but Shinjurō’s dick for a brief second.

And, to make matters worse— or better— her phone pinged once more with a preview of an image that made her mouth go dry. Immediately, her index finger swiped the message open and typed in her passcode.

“Fuck me,” (Y/n) muttered under her breath, while her gaze flickered between the picture of Shinjurō’s cock on her phone, to the road ahead of her.

The head was already leaking precum, while his hand gripped the base of his erection to show her that he was already getting started without her. The vein that ran along his length was so pronounced as well— making her lick her lips subconsciously. She wanted nothing more than to have that inside her— either in her mouth or her pussy, or even her ass; she didn’t really mind as long as Shinjurō fucked her.

At that thought, she shook her head and focused on the road instead of her own lust. It was difficult, since her eyes always strayed over to the picture on her phone— but she locked the device to help her focus on her main task of getting home in one piece.

After a few more minutes, and haphazard drifting around sharp corners, (Y/n) finally made it to her sizeable home in the middle of Azabu.

To say that she was impatient as she waited for a housekeeper to open the gates for her was an understatement. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel incessantly, while her eyes stayed on the dormant phone on her dashboard.

Her hands itched to reach out and reply to her lover, but she didn’t want to frustrate herself even more. Because to feed in to his teasing was to fuel her own desires, and she didn’t need herself feeling so overly horny while making the half hour drive to their home.

(Y/n) hit the horn twice once more, before sighing huffily and turning off the lights as well as the engine. She got her purse from the passenger seat, then threw her phone in it, before exiting the car and locking it behind her.

She looked up at the tall gate in front of her, then at the ode to modern Japanese architecture that was her house— before sighing once more. If she were to be honest, she preferred the warmer aura that hers and Shinjurō’s home radiated, as opposed to the cold and foreboding atmosphere that the house in front of her exuded.

If she could live in Saitama permanently with the Rengoku Group’s Chairman himself— without being judged for it— then she would have done so in a heartbeat.

But that was nothing but a pipe dream. She wasn’t deluded enough to think that he wouldn’t eventually get tired of her.

Her heels clacked against the pavement, as she walked up to the smaller side gate and pressed the doorbell incessantly. After waiting for almost a minute, she was close to bursting with irritation that she wanted to yell and throw a tantrum, but she held herself back as one of her housekeepers answered.

“Oh my, (Y/n)-sama,” The older woman gasped out; her words colored with fear as she saw the dark look on her mistress’ features. “The young miss is here. Hurry.”

No matter how hard she tried to keep herself from doing so, she still found herself glaring at the older woman. Normally, she was nice and extremely considerate of her housekeepers and other employees, but one thing she hated was being kept waiting.

“Just let me in,” The (L/n) heiress growled out, before adding, “Please.”

The moment that she heard the lock on the gate unlatch itself, she marched through and closed it behind her— unmindful of the barrage of people headed towards her with panic clearly displayed on their features.

She wanted to be mad, as they weren’t alert enough to have heard her blaring her horn in such a quiet area but— at the same time— she wasn’t so stuck up in her ass that she didn’t think that they had nothing else to do other than wait around for her. Partly, it was her fault for not telling anyone that she was already on her way back.

But it wasn’t the time for that discussion at that moment. So, she pressed her car keys into hands the first person to reach her, before saying, “Please take the car inside and put it in the garage. And also, please get the white Civic ready.”

***

After changing into less flashy clothes— which consisted of a plain sundress and sandals— she immediately set off towards Saitama, with just one short text to Shinjurō:

I’ll be home soon, daddy.😘

And she was. In her haste to see him, she cut her travel time by ten minutes. However, she didn’t even bother to stow the car in the garage— as it was seemingly plain for the purpose of not arousing suspicion.

Instead, she left it out in the driveway; out in plain view next to Shinjurō’s grey 2019 Mazda 6. She was confident enough to park it out there, even though their home didn’t have an actual gate, but merely had high concrete fences to ward people off their property.

Almost the entirety of Japan knew that she drove a Porsche Panamera— and had owned much flashier cars before that— which stood to reason that no one would think that she would drive a seemingly-plain 2018 Honda Civic.

It wasn’t part of her plan to get it at first, but when Shinjurō had pointed out how her car was going to be easily recognizable, she immediately made an investment— by using one of her housekeepers to purchase the car under their name.

The plan wasn’t entirely foolproof, as it could still be traced back to her if the media tried hard enough, but it was the best solution that they could come up with— so that (Y/n) wouldn’t have to rely on a driver or anyone else to drop her off.

(Y/n)’s fingers fiddled with the key fob in her right hand— more in restless anticipation than anything else— before locking the car behind her.

She then fished for the keys to the front door inside her bag and quickly entered the house. No time was wasted after that, as she locked the door behind her and immediately stripped herself of her clothing.

“I’m home!” Her voice rang out in the seemingly empty home, as she placed her purse on the table right by the front door.

Shamelessly, (Y/n) flung her dress to the floor, before unhooking her bra clasp and throwing the lacy material at her feet as well. She would have to pick those up in the morning— but she couldn’t care less about those now.

All the while, her feet brought her closer and closer to hers and Shinjurō’s bedroom on the second floor, and she could feel her anticipation building up inside her. Because, after almost two weeks without seeing each other, she was going to finally be with him again.

With only her panties on— the very ones that her lover claimed were his favorite— the young woman entered their bedroom.

Shinjurō’s cock was still so hard even though almost an hour had passed since he’d sent the dick pic, since he merely kept stroking it to keep it ready for his baby.

Slowly, a smirk lifted the corners of his lips, and he crooked his right hand’s index finger at her. “Come here, baby.”

Nothing and no one could have kept (Y/n) from following her lover’s orders, even if they tried.

She practically skipped over to where he was on the bed, before moving to straddle his hips. “Hi, Daddy.”

Slowly, the older man’s hands made their way into her hair— tangling in the soft strands before tugging gently. He then pulled her down for a chaste kiss. “Did you miss me?”

“I did, Daddy. So much.” (Y/n) nodded, and leaned down once more to taste his lips a second time.

“Were you a good little slut for me? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“I didn’t. I promise. I was a good little slut for you.” She purred, before nipping at her lover’s lips. Her heart was racing so uncontrollably in her chest with just a kiss from him, and that was one of the things that she loved the most about being with him— simply being near him sent her heart out of control, in a way that Sanemi never could.

“Really now?” Shinjurō chuckled, as a self-satisfied grin made its way onto his lips. “Turn around and show Daddy that tight cunt.”

Instantaneously, (Y/n) got off of her lover’s hips, before getting down on all fours near the end of the bed. And she almost mewled when she felt Shinjurō’s warm hands squeeze the globes of her ass, before taking her panties by the sides and pulling them down to her knees.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet already. Such a filthy fucking slut.” The older man growled, before bringing a hand down and landing a spank on one of her ass cheeks.

The action made (Y/n) gasp in surprise, before devolving into quiet whimpers when her lover began landing hit after hit on each of her cheeks. Every sufficient slap had her gripping the sheets tighter, as her toes curled in pleasure.

She’d mentally counted up to ten, when she felt his warm breath fanning across her slit. “I’ve missed this pretty little cunt.”

And with that, Shinjurō licked a stripe up her folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue before moving down to take her clit into his mouth. He gently nipped at the tiny nub, playing it perfectly with his teeth, while his tongue flicked it back and forth.

(Y/n)’s moans were so sinful and loud, as the room was soundproofed specifically because Shinjurō loved to hear the noises she made while being pleasured.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close,” She pleaded desperately, as Shinjurō didn’t let up on his assault on her pussy. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, while her hands pulled at the sheets beneath her, so he decided to have mercy on her and let her cum.

After all, he loved his baby too much to let her suffer any longer.

His fingers joined in the foray; with his index and middle finger sliding inside her tight cunt and making scissoring motions to prepare her for his cock. However, it was when he curled them and began pumping his hand that she let out the loudest moan he’d heard from her.

Apparently, being subjected to almost two weeks without any sexual relief had taken its toll on her.

“That’s it, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it, and then I’ll give you my cock,” Shinjurō muttered gruffly, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. “You want that, don’t you? To take Daddy’s dick like the cockslut that you are.”

“Yes, Daddy! I want you to feel your cock inside me. Please fill me up with your cum. Please!” (Y/n) cried, almost desperate as her last plea came out like a sob from her lips.

And in turn, Shinjurō relented and pulled his fingers out of her— lifting them up to his lips and sucking them clean— before gripping his cock with one hand, while the other held her left hip. Then slowly, he pushed the head of his dick inside her; which earned a relieved moan from his younger lover.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She murmured through blissed out sighs. “Thank you. Fuck-”

The last exclamation had been gasped out, as he pushed his cock all the way in and hit the entrance of her womb in that one move. And slowly, he pulled his dick back out— letting the head drag along her tight walls— before thrusting back in, and slowly establishing a rough and borderline punishing pace.

Every thrust had her ass jiggling so beautifully, that Shinjurō couldn’t resist not landing a few more smacks to the already-red cheeks.

(Y/n) was close to delirious with pleasure, as her lover worked her expertly. Both hands were once again on either side of her hips, as he practically slammed himself inside her. Her arms shook with the strain of being fucked so roughly until, eventually, they gave in.

It left her with her cheek pressed against the mattress, but she couldn’t care less if her makeup got ruined. She would rather have had it ruined through sex than through anything else, really.

And when she thought things couldn’t get any better, Shinjurō leaned down over her and pressed his lips against her shoulder. He then trailed kisses up to the crook of her neck, which highly contradicted the brutal pace that he was fucking her in, before biting down on her sensitive skin.

It wasn’t a hard bite, but it was enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head— as her neck was one of the most sensitive areas on her body.

“Fuck, baby. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum that you get pregnant,” The older man muttered gruffly against her skin, then trailed his lips up to her ear before biting down on the shell of it. “You want that don’t you? To get pregnant with my child, so that we can stop fucking hiding.”

The last bit shook (Y/n) out of her sex-induced reverie, but she could only gasp as her lover readjusted the angle of his hips so that he was brushing against all of the right spots inside her with every drag of his cock along her walls.

She couldn’t deny that she wanted that— badly— but she also knew that it wasn’t the wisest choice for both of them. Being together publicly would cause so much controversy; and that would spell disaster for both of their careers.

Still, she didn’t have the heart to tell him no— at least, not while she was getting fucked within an inch of her life.

Once more, a hazy cloud of lust fogged up her brain, and she found herself moaning so wantonly as Shinjurō kept fucking her. Every thrust brought her closer to her own orgasm, until the tight coil in her abdomen felt like it had snapped.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock, while her walls pulsed around him while her orgasm coursed through her— as if trying to milk all the cum out of him. Still, through that, Shinjurō kept moving his hips as he tasted his own release on the tip of his tongue.

The hands on either side of (Y/n) balled themselves up into fists, while the man above her pushed his hips flush against her ass— if only to press the head of his cock right against her womb as he painted her walls with his cum.

Completely breathless and nowhere near sated, Shinjurō leaned down once more and pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)’s neck. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

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Jasmine x Jafar Headcanons

Telling you all rn- I haven’t even watched the Aladdin live action yet and most likely won’t until it’s out on Netflix, but I’m all aboard this Jasmine x Jafar ship because I’m trash.

So here are some headcanons I have based on what I pieced together about the live action remake from looking through the tag:

- Jafar started out as an orphan who was surviving on the streets as a pick pocket. One day, when he was still quite young, he picked the wrong pocket and ended up condemned to getting his hand chopped off, but the Sultan happened to be around and pardoned him. Maybe the Sultan saw a spark of something special in Jafar, maybe he was trying to fill the void of never having had a son, or maybe he was just feeling particularly charitable, either way, that day, the Sultan took Jafar in to be raised in the royal palace (hence why he calls the Sultan ‘baba’). While Jafar was being educated, he showed a lot of intelligence and talent and was eventually groomed to be a royal vizier.

- I’m imagining Jafar and Jasmine being pretty close in age with Jafar being ~5-7 years older. Supposing that Jafar arrived at the palace when he was about 9-10 years old, it’s safe to assume that they grew up together. Assuming that Jafar had absolutely no educational background upon arrival at the palace, I’m thinking they were also educated alongside each other.

- As a highly sheltered princess, the few interactions that Jasmine had with other kids her age were not very satisfying. She wasn’t allowed to play sports and any games she played, everyone would let her win. She was treated very delicately and formally because no one wanted to be the one to offend the princess or make her cry. And Jafar, due to his rough, common background, other children of the royal court were either scared of him or were strongly discouraged from hanging out with him. Because of this, most if the time, Jasmine and Jafar would only have each other to play with (assuming that Dalia doesn’t come into the picture until later), which was something that neither of them was very happy about. Jafar, being older, felt that he had better things to do than entertain the little princess, and Jasmine just thought that Jafar was too serious and no fun at all. Nevertheless, Jafar would treat Jasmine normally and Jasmine wasn’t afraid of Jafar. Even though they were never best friends, they are the ones who know each other best.

- The reason why Jafar shuts Jasmine down so much isn’t because he thinks that she’s incompetent or incapable, but the very opposite- he grew up with her, studied alongside her, he knows her better than anyone else, he’s witnessed how strong and brilliant she really is and that threatens him and all that he’s been working so hard for. Which brings me to my next points...

- The real rivalry at the heart of the story is (or at least should have been) between Jasmine and Jafar. A lot has been made about Aladdin and Jafar being set up as foils to each other, but I could also see parallels between Jasmine and Jafar, mainly that they’re both misfits in the palace and despite being the most qualified people, they’re both being passed up for the throne.

- That said, I like to think that they struck up some sort of alliance/partnership against whatever suitors are asking for Jasmine’s hand. Jasmine finds one reason or another to reject them and Jafar would be quietly complicit either by sabotaging the suitors or occasionally raising his own objections. It’s in both their interests that Jasmine not marry because her future husband would just be one more person standing in their respective paths to the throne. This, however, doesn’t stop Jafar from turning around and making Jasmine out to be unreasonably difficult and obstinate when she does reject a suitor (as with Prince Anders).

-...But then you get moments like when they exchange glances when Prince Ali comes around. The look that Jasmine gives him can’t be described as anything less than saucy. There’s mischief and complicity in that look. You know that they’re on the same page and they’ve been through this before. You can just see them, every other time before, coming back together after rejecting a suitor and just laughing about it.

- In fact, I could even picture one such moment when Jasmine and Jafar have been left alone after dismissing a suitor and they’re laughing their little heads off together and Jafar looks at her and half-jokingly says something like “At this rate, Princess, I’ll be the only one left to marry you.” And Jasmine, very seriously, replies “No, baba would never allow it. I’ll only marry a prince, or a sultan.” She says this not because it’s true but because she’s afraid that it isn’t. She fears that maybe this had been Jafar’s plan all along, she fears that if the Sultan somehow gets it into his head that Jafar could be a suitor, because of his favored position the Sultan would definitely marry her off to him and she doesn’t trust Jafar to not use it as an opportunity to take all the power for himself. Jafar, on the other hand, realizes in that moment that 1) marrying Jasmine could actually be the solution to all his problems 2) he wants to marry Jasmine even if the throne wasn’t part of the deal 3) Jasmine doesn’t want to marry him and not only does that hurt, but he thinks that it’s because of his impoverished background (which is something that he’s always been insecure about, and it also explains the bitterness behind what he said to Aladdin about Jasmine just toying with him like she does with all commoners).

- So of course he becomes fixated on this idea. When he actually forces Jasmine to marry him, there’s no real logical motive behind it. He’s already the sultan so theoretically he had no use for Jasmine, but instead of having her killed or locking her up and throwing away the key, he chooses to have a full on wedding, imam and all and vows to protect and look after her always. The only explanation that makes any sense is that he wanted to marry her for love (as confirmed by the actor). And also, I’m headcanoning that it was important for him to have the Sultan witness this as a big fuck you to what (headcanon) Jasmine had said about the Sultan not allowing Jafar to marry her.

Welp, sorry for the long post. That’s all for now! I’m not much of a writer but if there are any fellow shippers out there who want to take these headcanons for fanfic or whatever, I say, go for it!

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Queliot AU fic recs

I know essentially ALL Queliot fics these days are AU to a degree (ie, AU - canon divergence/s4 finale? I don’t know her) But here are some of my favorite AU fics that I’ve read recently that are at least somewhat more firmly in full-on AU territory. (I think I’ve already recced half of these at some point, but look, a nice organized list format!)

Also I think most of these are WIPs. So read them, if for no other reason, then so I’m not suffering alone.

Major Canon Divergence AUs 

Something Good by HMGfanfic. Teen, 162k words.

In every possible timeline, Quentin and Eliot find their way to each other. Including this one. No Beast, no quests, yet including the greatest challenge of all—a timeline where Quentin’s exam guide and first friend was, uh… Todd. Rom-com fun, for the soul.

Reccing for: It’s a fun, long read you can lose yourself in and only briefly want to pull your hair out in frustration at their complete inability to communicate.

WIP - don’t ruin this on me by @disasterbiquentin Explicit, 99k so far

The beauty of all life can mean a lot of things. In this world, Quentin and Eliot stumble across the mosaic’s solution two years in, and are sent back to the present, to finish the quest with their friends.

Everything should be perfect. The only problem is, in those two years, Quentin and Eliot have started sleeping together, and fallen madly in love — but neither will admit it. And as they try to hook up, hide it from their friends, hide their real feelings from each other, and finish the Keys Quest to bring back magic, the events of season 3 will be changed forever.

Reccing for: The fun parts are delightfully fluffy and sexy, and the feelings parts are hands-wringingly frustrating. So it’s an impressive balance of being simultaneously satisfying and infuriating.

Non-Magic AUs

Ask Me, I Won’t Say No by veganhailseitan. Explicit, 22k words.

the one where no one has magic and Quentin and Eliot are just normal thirty-somethings who play on opposing Pub Trivia teams and they get to fall in love like real people dammit

Reccing for: this is the fic that made me realize I’m a slut for Single Dad!Quentin fics. 

WIP - Pretty Good Year by Hth. Explicit, 31k so far

What's it gonna take til my baby's all right?

Well, still. Pretty good year.

Reccing for: Lord, just for everything, is that an answer? Single Dad!Quentin! Margo and Eliot as complicated roommates! Awkward flirty texting! Smooth flirty texting! Richly grounded! Funny! Sexy! All at the same time.

WIP - Just Lay in the Atmosphere by veganhailseitan. Explicit, 9k words so far.

Quentin is a YA Author, Eliot is a FuzzBeat producer. They're forced to spend a week together when Eliot get's stuck making a video about Quentin's non-existent new novel. Things get complicated when they each realize they slept together three years ago.

Reccing for: This is one of the WIPs on this list where its universe is so immediately immersive and clear, that I’m waiting for updates with bated breath because I want more of this world.

Wildly Different Universe AUs

WIP - True Love Will Follow You Forever by @chthonicillness Teen, 22k so far

Teddy isn't feeling well. Quentin puts a personal spin on an Earth classic.

Reccing for: this is a retelling of the Princess Bride, with domestic interludes in the mosaic timeline, where Quentin’s telling the story. The main story’s cute and the interludes are adorable fluff.

WIP - Our Sublime Refrain by @summersteve and @queliotpasta Explicit, 53k words so far

In the Year of Our Lord 1836, Eliot Waugh is the most celebrated virtuoso pianist on the European continent. His concerts draw swooning fans, his compositions draw the acclaim of the aristocracy and the jealousy of his rivals, and his well-known adoration for his wife draws the sighs of ladies all over Europe. His life with Lady Margo is decadent, cosmopolitan, secretly unconventional, and above all Romantic.

In the midst of all his good fortunes, an undiscovered talent catches Eliot's eye, ear, and heart. His smile haunts Eliot's dreams, and his music draws him to the very height of the sublime. Who is this Quentin Coldwater?

Risking all, Eliot, Quentin, and Margo embark on a journey that will challenge their fears, ignite their deepest longings, and dare them to hope for the forbidden.

Reccing for: the world of this fic is so fully realized and flawlessly executed. It sucks you in completely.

WIP - Saltwater by @summersteve Explicit, 25k words so far

Eliot Waugh is a pirate king, looking for a doctor to serve on his ship.

Quentin Coldwater is a doctor, although he's more of a naturalist than a surgeon. He's about to be offered a new job.

Reccing for: this is just straight-up delicious. Like Our Sublime Refrain, the world of the fic is delightfully well crafted and executed. The premise could’ve ended up cheesy, but instead, it’s just GOOD AF. PIRATE KING ELIOT IS ELIOT IN HIS PUREST FORM.

I Need You So Much Closer by @orchardsinsnow Mature, 14k.

Eliot’s life looks like a dream: he’s a wildly successful musician, touring the world with his brilliant bandmate and BFF Margo and—what’s his name?—oh, right. Todd. Eliot’s secret: the last time he was truly happy, he was surviving on ramen and store-brand peanut butter in a ramshackle rented house with a man who, in retrospect, was the love of his life. You live and you learn. He’s made peace with it. Until, one day, Margo routes their tour through a city on the other side of the ocean—the city where Quentin lives.

Totally AU, no magic at all unless you consider music, sex, and love to be magic. And I hope you like Eliot spending time in his feelings.

Reccing for: this could just be called "The One Where Q and El Are Finally Fucking Good at Using Their Words" because they are and it is glorious and lovely

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HE(ART) • Victuuri

Prelude

Victor Nikivorov x Katsuki Yuuri

Parallel universe AU

Belief.

Ignorance is a bliss and a bitch, a generally popular universal truth, but hey, if that bitch has aided you to slap a quarter of your life with a big bold try me placard by your inner self-uplifter and has made you immune to this oh-so-evil humankind, you would believe the power of ignorance is not just a bliss but a fucking blessing. Unfortunately which, it seems only a chosen few possess.

Hence by laws of the hypothetically giving-a-fuck universe, Katsuki Yuuri just so happens to be one of the few elites. Though his ability is not that of intentional ignorance but plain old oblivion.

At the most recent occasion—that is right now—his ignorance can also be replaced with the fact that he’s running so he doesn’t really have much fuck to give to peers turning around from all directions to look at him.

And while that on a calmer day might reassure his questionable fashion choices, today he knows, he knows he smells dangerous enough to cause an epidemic merely by existing.

 You see it was not his fault that his naïve (motherfucking) juniors tried moving an entire rack of chemicals that had just so happened to consist of all variants of Thioacetone.

Of course, the idea couldn't be any worse and by the end of screams, flailings, glass breakings, and trickling of the solutions to any and every corner of the room the lab had come to smell like diarrhea at a super level. He hates college.

After picking his nails while half-heartedly listening to the threats and scolding the ultimate seniors (those crazy Einstein-haired Ph.D. ones) had given to those juniors (who resembled a group of terrified hamsters by then), he reckoned it okay for him to slip out quietly.

He’s sneaky, sue him.

 Cue his professor’s email.

 He has special ding-ring-ring! notification in his baby to clearly inform him of the demise he acquires from his soul-suckers every now and then. Not that he doesn’t like his professors (he loves and respects them thank you very much), it’s just he’s so tired. Almost fourth year into college and he has given up on his personal and social life.

He has even forgotten the last time he masturbated. Rimming his textbooks (plus internet), mating his chemicals and blowing his assignments are on the verge of making him question his sexuality. But then he remembers, how he has always known what he was signing up for all those years back.

 And if he wants to reach the finale, he gotta ace this final. And if he wants to ace the final, submitting his paper on Organic synthesis via Enolates before midnight is a nice starting point.

So he continues to torture his suppressed Usain Bolt gene while eloquently cursing his very respectable prof to be traditional as fuck and not utilize the normal idea of e-mailing.

For the total amount of time and energy his legs have flown him by, he thinks he deserves to be all the way across Iceland, instead, he makes peace with reality whilst reaching the dorms. He’s humble, you’re welcome.

One day, one day, he’s going to go on strike and petition to the admins for a goddamn lift. He has no care about learning to be punctual or money which he knows they won’t have any problem with; he and he’s sure every single living creature in college needs one elevator in their dorms just as badly as Romeo might have all those years back.

But he'll think about it later when his whole third year is not on the line. He needs to get to the most crucial year and graduate the fuck out of this hellhole.

 The stairs squeezed out whatever hope was left within his knees until he’s left banging on the door akin to a lunatic with both of his hands. It’s a bad day—the chronicle since this sunny morning is proof enough—so he wasn’t surprised when halfway through his journey he had realized his dorm keys have been forgotten in his lab coat. Why he had even bothered to flick it out of his bag he doesn’t know but life is all about learning through mistakes so.

He can hear the shrill tone of his platonic soulmate/roommate shouting Who the fuck is this?! from inside but he’s too breathless to answer. The door snaps open only seconds later revealing a fuming owner of three hamsters that are perched on different heights of his body.

The person’s expression morphs into that of confusion then concern then suspicion then understanding and lastly deadpan. Yuuri flings his body on the said hamster-father who accepts him with a squeak and almost imbalance.

Subsequently closing the door and carrying the skeleton, Phichit Chulanot has once again proved himself to be The Best Friend™, something he’s going to rub on Yuuri’s face later.

 As soon as Phichit sits both of them down on their excuse of a couch, Yuuri shoots up hitting Phichit’s jaw in the process.

“You—,”

“Later Chu!” he cuts the upcoming verbal splash fast and sprints inside his room, snatches the file and he’s out the door screaming bye. He loves Phichit for not barbequing him or offering him up to an asylum and staying by his side loyally.

He has been honestly touched since the time Phichit got so used to unearthly smells on his body that he doesn’t even ask or get mildly uncomfortable now, and readily accepts hugs and cuddles from the human equivalent of a drain. He could never thank the universe enough.

He could faintly hear his platonic soulmate’s voice above his head so he looks up while continuing to dash down the stairs and finds Phichit leaning dangerously down the railing of their floor and shouting something he can’t really make sense of.

 “What?!” shouts Yuuri, faltering a little in his pace.

“I said come back home at human hours we gotta be somewhere tonight!” yells back Phichit.

Not again.

“Ugh I’ll try!” he huffs out, almost slipping on the latest step.

“Bitch I’m going to murder you if you don’t get your nasty ass inside before nine it’s important!” screeches Phichit.

“I’ll hecking try I promise!”

“Yuuri it’s really important I have people you need to meet!”

“And I have a year I need to pass I’ll try my absolute best Chi, have faith!” yells back Yuuri and jumps over the last three steps hurrying out the building screaming outta ma way! to everyone around.

 Then, he runs.

 Their campus is a beautiful place with all the ponds and cherry blossoms that bloom at this point of the year. There are a few benches scattered around along with some intricately designed bushes and trees beaming at him from wherever eyes could reach.

Though the inside of their college buildings are technologically advanced, the outer environment gives off an early Japanese town vibe. He isn’t shy to admit his practice of favoritism regarding one particular pond and cherry blossom tree on his way to the library (where his professor probably is doing his own research).

His lungs are quite significantly burning from whatever the fuck adrenaline did to his conscience but he is one obdurate masochist so his voluntary muscles abide by his brain. His throat is all dried up and his breath keeps getting caught, he doesn’t understand why he is torturing himself this way but then a voice in his head answers he doesn’t have enough money to repeat a year so.

At one point his vision blurs but he supposes it’s because of his lack of sleep. Well, he is pretty exhausted.

Nearing the pleasant scenery, naturally, he glances towards his favorite chilling spot but what he sees effectively makes him stop.

 The cherry blossoms, which were supposed to be all fresh and full and thick and brimming with life… is barren. Not a single petal could be seen even beneath the tree, only the desolate brown of winding branches doing little to nothing in shading the newly painted bench underneath it.

It’s detached, the way the bare tree and the empty bench overlook the clear water of the small pond in front; it’s so cold, so lonely, it has never been lonely around it.

A breeze blows by, weakly stroking the skin of his neck and fingers that are exposed. He shivers; it's cold.

It’s spring. He wonders if temperatures can drop so much in the afternoon because he definitely remembers the morning to be all warm and sunny and most importantly, he remembers seeing the tree, the full-thick-jovial tree only yesterday on his way to class.

He, on every molecular level, doesn’t know how what he is seeing right now is even possible. Surely he shouldn’t be the only one right?

His eyes rake over the students running or just walking by around him but none of them look mildly uncomfortable with this situation. He wonders if there has been an experiment or an artificial situation that caused his pretty little blossoms to leave without a farewell.

He wouldn't be surprised if it is so, after all, what he learns on a daily basis about the expertise of this century, he’s sure if there’s something other than criticism that doesn’t faze him anymore, it’s human intelligence. His only discomfort is how and why he hasn’t heard about it of all people.

  There is a buzz on his upper thigh through the thin fabric of his ash-colored pajamas. He slips out his phone and stares at the notification of a text from his classmate informing him of his presence being required asap in the library.

Yuuri mutters a shit and pockets the phone, breathing in to keep the formation of lactic acid at a bare minimum for the rest of his way. He peeks back one last time at his beloved, ready to depart, but once again what he sees effectively freezes him.

 Because they’re full. The fucking cherry blossoms are full.

Yuuri opens and closes his mouth like a fish in the middle of the street to try and explain whatever happened just now to himself.

He fails.

He’s about to start pointing accusingly at the tree to every passerby and shout in their face if they too saw what he did but surprisingly stops himself before making another rash decision in his life.

He keeps standing quietly before he decides that yes he needs to go sleep before he goes mad for real and maybe get his eyesight checked as well.

He turns around, shakes his head to pull himself out from whatever trance he is in and notes to allow himself to rest. As he has only this assignment to submit, he doesn't think anything can stop him from going dead this weekend, so he pushes himself one last time and promises himself a while of tranquility later.

 But this time, he jogs.

 Jogs are quite neat, rhythmic and luckily good for health—he will say if you ask him. Considering the number of times he has jogged to reach his lecture halls or played around with Phichit, he can probably say it’s what that has kept him from wilting away like the autumn leaves after inhaling those oil and grease that comes with the college life.  

If we ignore the biologically healthy benefits of the kind, he appreciates jogs much more because of his bestie, as all things considered, these are the only moments when they both could goof and run around like they're meant to do without having the weight of both their majors hovering over them like a depressing gray cloud. Phichit misses him, he knows. But Yuuri will go down arguing he misses him more and he rarely lies.

  Yuuri stares at the ceiling mutely, a pencil flicking in his hand every now and then.

Phichit glances at him just as quietly while continuing his essay on medieval era music from where he’s sprawled on Yuuri’s bed.

He takes a quick peek at the ceiling then at Yuuri then at the ceiling and then Yuuri. He sums up nothing.

“What are you thinking about? Don’t you have a test tomorrow?”

Yuuri’s gaze doesn’t waver. The pencil between his fingers stops spinning.

“Us.”

 Phichit snorts. “You fell in love with me?”

“No, I have standards,” Yuuri replies seriously (“Hey—”) “I just—don’t you sometimes think we were meant to meet, meant to be best friends—be together till now and years to come—and even if we weren’t, we were meant to die together as complete strangers—if that would’ve gone off—as an apology or like, a tribute from the universe for the friendship that we have today that wouldn’t have existed then.

Like there’s this fate, which decides everything for everyone and time which, like you are to me, is the same to fate and both map and plan out everything for everyone from their beginning till end and all the coincidences in between. People say all those quotes about how we write our own fate but in reality, we don’t write shit.

Time makes us do what we do and fate then gives us whatever our actions have earned—good or bad. We both earned to meet each other—time pushed us to the right point and fate just did its magic in return.

They always leave a door open for what-ifs to be guesstimated; they give us doors to go through—most of the time they pull through whichever door we eventually stand across and sometimes they push ’cause they need to. We were pushed Phichit—we were pushed in that lake together to drown—we were pushed to be saved and then, we were pulled to be friends, slowly, at our own pace.

But what if we would have drowned? What if you wouldn’t have jumped in naively to save me when you didn’t know a cent about swimming? What if it had gotten too late? What if the ambulance had got caught up? What if the doctors failed to push out the water from our lungs? What if we had died, together?

They tend to leave these what-ifs a lot so we reflect. We reflect and either we grow better or worse, unlike itself.  The universe is so stable, isn't it? With all the dark matter and the little white ones in it—quite like human personality yet it’s us who keep changing; we’re irregular, varying.

Besides that, I wonder if any more pushes are left, any more pushes to land me somewhere crucial yet, because at this point I think I’ve utilized all my pulls. Don’t you, Chi? Don’t you think about the universe?”

 Yuuri stares back at Phichit who has gone silent.

Yuuri raises a brow; Phichit closes his mouth.

 “Exactly what’s going on in that head of yours? Yuuri are you… are you okay? Why are you talking like this? Just half an hour ago we were having a debate on Teletubbies—you—what, why?” Phichit asks in disbelief.

 Yuuri rolls his eyes.

“Just because.”

 Phichit looks like he is about to go big bro mode and ask whatever the hell he meant just now but he cannot find a head or tail of how to begin so he shuts up and heaves a breath aggressively.

 “We must, shouldn’t we? we’re not even at quarter to our lives. There must still be something, something big, something extravagant—something that push worthy. They should’ve planned it by now. Fate must be waiting; time is slow. Will you be ready for another ‘Kimi no Na wa’-level change in your life?” Yuuri wiggles his eyebrows.

Phichit sighs and decides to go along even though he’s still one hundred percent blank.

“I’ll learn if not,”

 "Hmm… we always do I guess.”

   Yuuri pushes the door slowly that opens with a haunted creak, the sound pretty much deafening in what it seems a deserted library if not for the clear clicks of keyboard keys from somewhere deep inside. He closes the door as silently as he can with the inevitable old wood creaks.

His slippers tap loudly on the polished marble of fused colors whilst he tries to follow the echo of keys. The library feels odd, this being the first time for him witnessing it so solitary, bleak. He wonders if the students are hidden in corners for their own space. His eyes scan through the shelves to search for anyone, or preferably his teacher. He passes by an aisle quickly noticing motion from his peripheral vision before he backtracks.

There sits his teacher, typing away on his laptop with as much concentration as he narrates his golden days during a substitute class. The volume and number of books sprawled across the table is no joke. Yuuri knows he doesn't want Ph.D. and definitely not Research but the scenes of pure mental torture still cultivates a shudder within him.

 He clears his throat. He is ignored.

He sighs and makes way to his teacher’s chair.

“Sir?” he knocks on the table. His professor flinches hard at the interruption.

“Oh… oh you. Don’t scare an old man that way, you imbecile,” he huffs.

Yuuri ignores the comment (he’s used to it) and retrieves the file from his bag.

“Here, sir. By the way, did you ask for me?” he places the file beside a book lying open.

“Oh yes, yes. I need your help young man. I hope it’s not a bother,” he gives Yuuri a quick look and goes back to typing.

“Sure, no problem,” there goes my tranquility, “What for, if I may ask?”

“Thank you very much Yuuri, it’s really appreciated. You just have to type the rest of this document from this paper I have already written and save it. You can leave after that, just shoot me a quick text,”

“Are you leaving Professor Cialdini?”

"Oh yes. I have a meeting with the other professors in the Science department that I couldn't miss for my life. It’s about you lot after all,” the professor teases, “And I need to get this shithead done and published before I die. I refuse to leave earth without doing it so I’ll be very thankful if you just type out the last page. You’re the most reliable regarding this affair, although a little inelegant but it’s just typing and I couldn’t choose anyone else.”

 Was that a compliment or insult?

“So I’ll be leaving the rest to you,” his professor pats his shoulder to which he offers his trademark smile and nods.

Professor Cialdini takes his file and disappears around the shelf, the echo of his boots fading. Yuuri heaves a long, long sigh and hopes the writing on this one page is at least eligible. He shrugs off his bag and pushes the chair back to sit down following the faint sound of the door closing.

He checks the page closely from where he’s been told to copy and cracks his knuckles. His professor’s handwriting is shit as expected. Floating his fingers above the keys, his elbow knocks out the spectacles case his professor must have forgotten about. He presses his lips in judgment.

  He bends down, folding his body, to retrieve the case and lean back up after getting a hold. Except in the process, his head hits brutally at the table’s edge and he groans, immediately messaging the throbbing area. He tries opening his eyes but everything surprisingly goes into a blur for such a simple hit, it’s as if the blur from a while ago has increased tenfold.

His head hurts not only from the impact but the sides and all over, his head pounds. He senses a feeling similar to being clogged by water. He feels as if he is drowning all over again the way he had those years ago. He can’t speak and his throat indulges to emit only whimpers which are way too cryptic and way too hushed.

He is practically thrashing around in his seat causing the chair to go off-balance several times yet his legs can't find any stored glucose to provide for the use of them.

 There’s a shrill sharp beak of sound in his ears which is raucous and increases the hurting of his skull intensively. He wants to shout but he can’t. He bangs his head down on the keyboard, holding it and tugging his hair roughly. He feels so, so exhausted. Grey dots in a vast plain of blackness keep appearing without fail and it is probably what he sees, feels before his body gives up in place of his fortitude.

End prelude.

[rocket-remmy]

Cart Bear|| Nora and Remmy

Two whole nights in a row now, Remmy had had nothing to do. But tonight, they got to work. It was almost a relief. There was only so much a daily routine could do to keep someone sane, and without a full time job, without a full time existence, Remmy was going stir crazy. They’d been in the military so long, they almost couldn’t remember a time where every minute of their life wasn’t planned out. Tonight stuck to that plan. They needed a last minute security guard at the grocery store, as someone (or something?) had been stealing from the dumpsters out back. Probably a wild animal, but if it was a person, it was Remmy’s job to find them and report them. It was illegal, after all, and that was the job Remmy was hired to do. As they patrolled around the building for about the fifth time that night, something caught their attention this time. Voices, panicked, quiet, and-- some sort of animal? Remmy’s heart would have skipped a beat, had it not been acting oddly. They dropped all pretenses, though, and dashed for the sounds, Moose hot on their heels.

It wasn’t Nora’s fault that the grocery store was closed. She was starving! And she couldn’t even go buy a big slab of meat. Life really was unfair that way. Well, she was nothing if not resourceful and her resourcefulness said that it was time to eat a different food. If meat wasn’t available, fear would work. In this town, Nora found that there was a layer of residual fear. There were always people scared of something, whether it be the falling fish or the red sky. It made for tasty snacks throughout the day but it was in no way a replacement for the full, intense food of a scare that she designed herself. Which is how she found herself sitting outside the grocery store projecting  the illusion of clowns crawling out of gutters and running at anyone who wandered too close. 

When Remmy came around the corner, what they saw was not what they expected. It was just...a couple of the night stockers, who had taken their break outback, screaming and hiding behind one of the piles of pallets. Remmy came to a stop, blinking, but Moose was still on edge, a low growl in his throat, which meant something was around. But all Remmy saw was the cowering workers, and someone sitting in a shopping cart, a few feet away from the horrified workers. Quirking a brow, Remmy walked tentatively over to the person in the cart, keeping a safe distance for now. They cleared their throat. “Um-- excuse me? Do you uh-- do you know what’s going on here?”

The feast was good. The feast was grand. The feast was everything a shopping cart sitting fiend like Nora could ask for. The two people screaming were reacting as if they’d just seen King’s It and were cowering as clowns started to dance around them. Nora smelled the person before she saw the person. The slight aruroma of rot mixed with a bit of must and a lot of dog. That was fine, Nora decided, they would see the clowns and then they would run away. Not a problem. Except they didn’t run away. They approached Nora and asked what was going on. Nora looked between the guard, she could see the security jacket, and back to the clowns. It was at times like these she wished she had a more expressive feature pallet. So she could raise her eyebrows and make an ‘are you an idiot’ look. Instead she pointed at the clowns. “It looks like the dancing clowns are scaring them.” 

Remmy blinked. Again. Pointed their light towards where this person in this cart was pointing, then to the men cowering in fear, then back to the shopping cart girl. “Um...I don’t see anything,” they said. “Are um-- are you okay?” They weren’t really sure what to do or say at that point. It seemed like everyone but them could see whatever hideous disaster was making the stockers cry out in fear. Remmy really should go help them, but without a point of reference to know what to do, there wasn’t much they were sure they could do, other than make them seem as if they were seeing things that weren’t there. Moose, however, was still growling, his nose pointed directly at the two men. Remmy tugged on his lead. “Moose. Sit.” He sat. They looked back at the cart girl. This wasn’t the first time they’d been shunned by something everyone else-- everyone human-- could see and feel. Remmy was beginning to think the world might be doing things like this on purpose. It wouldn’t be so bad if they could just figure out what they were. 

Nora blinked back at the them. Then again. “I’m fine.” Nora didn’t trust this. Could… they actually not see the clowns. Nora pointed again. “They are the ones being chased by clowns. Not me. You… You know that right?” Nora asked in as concerned of a deadpan as she could manage. Sitting up straighter, Nora looked down at the dog. The dog could obviously see the illusion. Nora squinted at the stranger, holding up her hand. On it she projected a tiny dancer. “What do you see when I do this?”

The cart girl kept insisting that she was fine and that there were clowns chasing the two men, who had now made it back into the building, leaving a wake of over turned boxes and carts on their way in. Fumbled keys on the ground, the door still ajar. Remmy frowned. Great, they were gonna have to clean that mess up now. The cart girl was talking again and Remmy looked back down at her, and her open, empty palm. “Um...nothing?” They shrugged. “Am I supposed to see something? Is this like a magic trick?”

“Are you blind? Is that a seeing eye dog?” That was it. That was the solution Nora had come to for this situation. Her illusions were not the problem! Her illusions were perfect parcels of pure fear that had worked on everyone she’d ever encountered for as long as she’d been alive. Why would that change now? Solution it wouldn’t. This person in front of her was blind. Nora had the clowns start shooing off the screaming employees, she had a bigger fish to fry. She was going to need a bigger fear boat. 

Remmy tilted their head. “Um, no. I mean, technically I’m half blind,” they said, scratching cheek. “Why would that matter? Also...I don’t think they’d let a blind person be a security guard.” Moose had finally stopped growling, still sat next to Remmy, inching ever closer to them. “Oh, no-- he’s a service dog. For um--” that wasn’t important. “Actually, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. The um-- premise. Please.”

“No.” Nora answered, slumping farther down into the shopping cart like a child pouting. Her face, impassive as ever, turned to face in front of her. “I will not leave.” It was a challenge. A ‘What are you going to do about it? Call the cops?’ She’d scare the cops just like she’d scared the employees. Only this person wouldn’t know. They’d remain ever clueless. It was vexing. “Can you see this?” Nora asked, then shifted into a bear her clothes tearing and piercings popping off in a pile around her.

“It wasn’t really a ques--” Remmy started, but Moose stiffened suddenly and yanked back on his lead, tugging Remmy back, just as the person in the cart, cart girl, was suddenly cart bear. “Woah! Holy fuck!” Remmy shouted, jumping back. They stumbled away, pulling Moose away as well, holding him behind them. “Did you just-- are you-- seriously!?” Remmy shouted, a bit exasperated. “First giant lobsters, then magic, now a bear! Someone really turned into a bear! And I thought regrowing an arm was weird!”

Nora was ready to bask in the glory of another full on fear feast. Instead, all they got was a little tiny bit of fear. Probably from the shock. Nora shifted back into a human, in all her naked glory, still sat in the shopping cart which was now uncomfortably cold against her flesh. “Really?” Nora asked, slumping farther and farther back in the cart and staring blankly ahead. “Am I not scary?” Everyone was scared of something, she told herself, she just had to find what they were scared of.

Remmy was more bewildered than anything. Shocked, confused, a little worried. If this bear cart person thing attacked, Moose would try to defend Remmy, and he could get hurt, and they didn’t want that to happen. But then the bear was turning back to normal, and Remmy relaxed, just a little. “Uh….” they finally put their flashlight away and took their jacket off, holding it out to the cart bear. “Here.” She looked upset almost. Like Remmy had hurt their feelings. “I mean-- it was definitely wild and crazy like??? You can turn into a BEAR? Are you not human? I don’t think I’m human. My arm ripped off and then GREW BACK in like a few minutes.”

Nora accepted the jacket, sliding it on carefully. Her hands started going through her tattered clothes as she started pulling snakes and spiders out of her once intact pockets and putting them into the new pockets available. When she ran out of jacket pockets she started picking up the pockets of the tattered coat and pressing them against her so they kept the warmth. She really needed to remember to take her jacket off before she transformed. This wasn’t a nice thing to do to her friends. As she spoke the person, the guard, was gushing about the bear thing when they added something Nora wasn’t expecting. “You grew back an arm? Metal. Can you do it again?”

Remmy stared with wide eyes as the cart bear started pulling spiders and snakes out of their tattered clothes and sticking them into their jacket pockets. Not that Remmy really minded spiders or bugs or even snakes. They’d had to learn to live with them pretty quick over in Afghanistan. Bugs didn’t care if your tent had a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on it. Everywhere was home to them. Besides, Remmy had always liked bugs. “Oh, um-- yeah. Maybe? Probably. I haven’t exactly tried again. It wasn’t the most um-- pleasant experience? Wait-- is that not, like, weird to you?? Everyone else I’ve told has FREAKED on me, even Blanche, and she can--” stopped. They were rambling again, and Blanche would not appreciate them slipping her secret, even if it was an accident. “It wasn’t a fun experience.”

“I just turned into a bear.” Nora replied blandly. “Why would regrowing an arm be weird?” For a second Nora wondered if she could regrow limbs. That would be an experience, she’d never broken anything before so there was no evidence saying that she couldn’t. “Can you turn into a bear?” She asked the person standing in front of her. Also, now that she was confident all her spiders, snakes and friends had been safely collected, Nora held out a hand to shake. Beyonce wrapped around her wrist like a pleasant little bracelet. “I’m Nora. Will you help me rip off my arm? I want to see if it grows back.”

“Yeah...that was kinda weird,” Remmy admitted. “You um-- turning into a bear. How did you do that?? Was it magic?” They paused. “I um...don’t think so? I’ve never tried though. So...maybe?” A shrug. When she held out her hand, Remmy took it, a bit wary for a moment. “What!? No! No. I’m not gonna pull your arm off! That would probably hurt you!” They paused. Unless Nora was like them, but...they didn’t even know what they were, so how could they know if Nora was?

Oh that was a tough question. “I don’t know.” Nora answered honestly. She’d never learned how she turned into a bear. “I kinda just think ‘be a bear’ and then I become a bear.” She shoved her arm further out. “Come on it’ll be fine. I wanna see if my arm will grow back. If I can turn into a bear I can probably regrow limbs like you right?”

“I-I don’t necessarily think that’s solid logic,” Remmy said, a bit confused, and a little concerned. “If I can’t turn into a bear, then maybe you can’t regrow limbs. What’re you gonna do if it doesn’t grow back, you know?” they said, hoping to convince cart bear-- err, Nora-- that ripping their arm off wasn’t a good idea. Remmy wasn’t even sure they wanted to try it again themself. “Do you um-- heal fast? Maybe try like, giving yourself a little cut and see if that heals quick. Mine heal like...right away.”

Security person was talking some good logic. Nora nodded her head very slowly. “You got a knife?” Nora asked with a plain face, opening her hand upwards in the universal expression for slap it in. “I can’t remember the last time I was hurt, so its now or never right?” Nora had been hurt many times in her life, and all times they healed at a normal rate, however in this moment of questions all memory of those moments seemed blocked to her. 

Remmy was still a bit tentative, but if a little cut was what it was going to take to make sure Nora didn’t try and rip her arm off, then it was probably okay. They reached into their back pocket and pulled out their pocket knife. “Okay, I’ll cut my palm then you cut yours and we can compare how fast they heal,” they said. “That way, if you heal as fast as mine maybe um-- maybe you can regrow arms.” Held out the knife.

“Sounds fair.” Nora picked up Beyonce, moving the snake to around her neck. She adjusted herself within the cart, fingers wrapping around the metal bars. This was probably the point where she was supposed to stop the stranger she just met from cutting themselves. But, Nora had never been one for common sense. Nora grabbed the knife, instantly slashing it across the flesh of her left palm without hesitation. Pain burned through her as she let a small grimace slip through her normally expressionless facade. “You’re turn.” She said, handing the knife back.

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Remmy watched with quiet concern as Nora sat up and slashed her palm without hesitation, even though she gave a small wince. Remmy took the knife and cleaned it on their pant leg before holding it out and slicing their own palm. Once again, they felt nothing. Didn’t even flinch, didn’t even bleed. Remmy showed Nora their palm, and the both of them watched as the skin fell back together and seemingly sewed itself back up, in a matter of seconds. “How’s yours?”

Nora’s hand slowly started oozing blood, dripping down her wrist. Perhaps it was a bit deeper than she’d thought it was. Her eyes moved over to the security guards hand and she watched as it started sewing itself back together. “Oh. That’s...that’s fast.” Nora commented, twitching her gaze back to her hand then at their’s. “I don’t think my arm will regrow. My blood hasn’t even clotted yet.”

Remmy let out a sigh of relief. No arm chopping tonight. Thank goodness. They pocketed the knife and dug around in their pack for a bandage. “Here,” they said, holding it out to Nora. “I’m um...Remmy, by the way. Have you um-- always been able to turn into a bear, then?” they asked, raising a brow. What an odd sentence, they thought. But if giant lobsters, magic, and regenerating limbs were real, why not a person who could turn into a bear? They almost wished they could be more worried by this, but if Moose wasn’t on edge around them, then things weren’t as bad as they seemed.

“It’s nice to meet you Remmy.” Nora mumbled, carefully slapping the bandage onto her hand. “I don’t think so. It just happened one day.” Nora didn’t often think about the day she turned into a bear for the first time. It was the only time in her life she had ever been scared. Something she didn’t think was fun, despite constantly believing that everyone must love being scared by her. “Have you always been able to regrow arms?” Nora asked in return. “Also, my shoes ripped.” She noted, moving so that her bare feet were sticking out over the railing of the cart. “Will you wheel me home?”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Nora,” Remmy said, watching her put on the bandage. They waited for her to finish, taking the wrapper and putting it back in their bag. “Um...I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never um-- had my arm ripped off until recently. And, well-- technically it was like cut off. By a giant lobster. I’m not sure those count as the same thing. Maybe, um...maybe I have and I just never noticed, though.” A shrug. They didn’t like to think about it too much, because the idea of not being normal made their head feel woozy and their legs feel like spaghetti. They blinked, looked down at Nora. “Oh, um--” glanced at their watch. “I’m off in like...ten minutes if you can wait?”

Nora slid back into the cart, her feet kicking out at the empty air as she waited the ten whole minutes for Remmy to come back and wheel her. The crazy thing was it turned out they lived in the same complex. The sad part was, Remmy couldn’t see any of the giant lobster illusions Nora was constantly trying to scare them with. Shame.