#how to make a scene end quickly: make characters jump out of a window

[starrykitty013]

heyy i was wondering if u could do more avenger and Peter interactions. I would love more Steve and Peter but any thing is fine

Okay so idk if you wanted a drawing or a writing scrap but I made both. Tbh I made the animatic like fresh but the lil story I will attach to this ask is a little scrap from JGLEH that never got in and honestly is pretty bad but whatever here it is, it mostly has Fury but there avengers at the end and I didn’t wanna write a full one shot cuz it’s finals week and I’m already hanging by a thread.

Thank you so much for this ask tho, I hope you have a good day.

So here is the story:

So the kid was an official idiot.

Like now.

At 2:54am.

Parker: i srsly dont need 2 b here

Fury: I didn’t think kids texted like this anymore

Parker: we dont but like i was trying to dull down my gen z around you

Fury: how considerate

Parker: np

Fury got all of 3 minutes of peace before his phone buzzed again and he groaned.

Parker: let me outta this torture!!

Fury didn’t plan on responding as Peter proceeded to send him large paragraph texts about everything that was going on. Apparently he was roomed with Stark

Parker: jokes on them imma patrol

Fury: in Minnasota?

Parker: no in Canada

Fury: you are a little shit. Stop texting me.

Parker: *picture of a random graph chart with no lables*

Fury: what does that even mean?

Parker: find loss

Fury:...

Parker: iz ded meme

Parker: u shod no

Fury: I feel like your language skills are depletling with this conversation.

Parker: english is stupid

Fury sighed and the next text was sort of unexpected.

Parker: are you coming?

It was surprising because A.) Parker never used punctuation and B.) he never asked Fury to come to anything.

Fury: why?

Parker: cant deal with birdbrains rn

Fury was slightly taken aback. Peter often complained about the Avengers, but he never asked anyone to deal with them for him. He was headstrong and stubborn and a general pain in the ass to anyone who had ever known him - as far as Fury was concerned.

But Fury was curious as to what they could possibly do to annoy Peter enough to ask Fury to come up.

Fury:why?

Parker: Im puking

That threw Fury in for a loop. He immediatly pressed buttons on his phone as the call was ringing. Only after Fury did the action that he relized how ‘caring’ it must make him seem. The tone changed to a muffled russling in the background that was obviously Peter.

“Hey.” his voice was hoarse and Fury jumped forward to respond.

“What happened?” Fury asked immediatly earning a soft laugh out of Peter.

“Aww, you do care.”

“I’m asking what happened on the mission Parker. Not about your health issue right now.” Fury said. It was an excuse to make sure Peter was actually okay. There was no way in hell that the Avengers would take care of him and even if Peter could take care of himself, Fury wanted to make sure he wasn’t dying (the kid had a nasty habit of hiding fatal injuries or illlnesses) so he could be assured that Peter would come back to New York to actually take care of himself. “Status report.” he barked.

“I’m not a soldier” Peter reminded and Fury could picture his scrunched nose.

“I don’t give a shit. What’s going on?” Fury said in a stern cold tone.

“Uhm, well as you know it’s currently 3am, everyone is sleeping.” And Fury sighed and face palmed.

“Then how are they being ‘insufferable’?” Fury said in an annoyed tone.

“They were being insufferable.” Peter defended weakly.

“Is the mission going well?” Fury asked.

“Yes.”

“Then, please, tell me why you were texting me at three in the fucking morning Parker.” Fury gritted in the phone.

“... I might be a little...sick.” Peter mumbled and Fury could tell he was embarassed.

“And that’s my problem how?” Fury asked.

“It’s not… I just… didn’t feel good.” Peter said and a meek tone.

“This is the stupidest reason to call me.” Fury said to the boy, he didn’t yell at him though.

“I know.” Peter responded dejectedly.

“I can’t do anything from here. Not without the Avengers knowing and you know that too.”

“I just can’t sleep… and I may have ate too much.” Peter said. “It’s not serious.”

“Then why are we still talking about it?”

“I dunno… This conversation is kinda choppy.” Peter said. “But do you have anything else for me to do. I can’t sleep.” he said again.

“What happened to patrolling Minnasota?” Fury asked and Peter groaned.

“Minnasota is boring! I can’t hear any muggings or assults within a ten block radius!”

“Then play hockey or something.” Fury said and went to his computer to find the mission files. “How much of the mission have you gotten done?”

“About like 76 percent of it. We just gotta bust a werehouse and do a sweep for anybody who might’ve gotten away.” Peter responded. “Cap and Wilson could’ve handled it, you didn’t even need Barton.” suddenly there was a muffled knocking at the presumably bathroom door and it opening as Peter presumably looked up.

“What are you doin’ up?” Barton’s sleep-ridden voice snapped at Peter. Peter had been reletivly quiet but Barton was a spy.

“I’ll call you back.”

And the call hung up.

OoOoO

Peter looked up at Captian America, Falcon and Hawkeye as they had sat him on the bed in the hotel room.

After Clint had found him talking on the phone at 3 in the morning, he felt it nessary to call the rest of the team that was assigned on this useless mission to action.

“You said Fury was on the phone. What did he want?” Steve asked, they were all reasonably still grumpy from getting up at this time of night.

“Oh you know, mission reports and stuff.” Peter said casually. There was no way to admit it was because he had gotten sick and kind of asked to be picked up. It wasn’t even that bad, he’d just eaten too much at dinner. He was mildly nauseous, but nothing to write (or his case text) home about. He didn’t even know why he had texted Fury or told him that he was sick. The man didn’t care, he guessed it was because Fury wouldn’t give him sympathy. “He wanted to know when we’d be done.”

“We just got here.” Steve narrowed his eyes.

“That’s what I said.” Peter then leaped out a window to avoid further questioning

[pitchsidestories]

the three musketeers II Caroline Graham Hansen x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2227

a/n: hi, it's based off this request here, we hope you enjoy it.

It was an important match day for Caroline Graham Hansen’s club but for now you and your lover lay peacefully asleep in your bed. Considering your last relationship with the father of your child ended in disaster being together with her felt like a save haven.

The Norwegian and you were completely opposite characters but because the love you had for each other it worked out great. Light steps signalled that your daughter Maya was in your bedroom now.

“Wake up mamis, today’s game day!”, she yelled excitedly into your and your girlfriend’s ear.

With a glance at your phone clock, you turned around to her, muttering softly: “Love, it’s way too early. You’ve to let Caro sleep.”

“But the sun is already out.”, your child pouted while pointing at the window.

Meanwhile, Caroline started to speak, her voice still heavy with sleep:” Coffee.”

“I’ll make you some.”, you promised her.

Eyes still closed the forward hold you back smiling: ”Thanks, don’t forget Mayas hot chocolate, kjaerste.”

“I’d never.”, you grinned at her.

“Caro, you’re awake!”, Maya noticed happily, wrapping her arms around the tall woman for a hug.

“Yes, I am. Hard to keep sleeping with you jumping on the bed.”, Caroline groaned as she hid her face in the little girl’s hair.

She gave her an apologetic look:” Oh, sorry. I’m just so excited.”

“Excited to walk on the pitch with me later today?”, Caroline asked her, it warmed the Norwegians heart to see the child being so thrilled to go to a game because it reminded her that she was once just like her.

You returned with an amused smile on your lips as the hot beverages were waiting to be ready:” She’s. Maya told everyone in kindergarten about it.”

“Oh, she did?”, Caroline lifted her eyebrow in surprise.

Immediately Mayas cheeks turned red:” Yes.”

“They must all be jealous.”, the Barcelona player winked at her.

“They’re”, with a shy smile your daughter added, Caro, can I wear one of your scrunchies?”

“How about we get you dressed first and after that, you can pick out a scrunchie.”, the Norwegian suggested warmly.

“Okay.”

“Come on.”, with these words Caroline helped the little girl out of bed who was quickly running into the direction of your bathroom.

Only a few minutes later you announced:” She’s ready.”

“Go pick your scrunchie.”, the football player whispered. Watching that wholesome scene between them you could feel your heart melting.

Deeply concentrated Maya touched each hairband individually before lifting the one into the air which she chose to wear:” I like the purple one.”

“Want me to put it in your hair or do you want to wear it on your wrist?”, Caroline wanted to know from the girl.

For a second she thought about it before replying:” Hmm.. I want to wear it like you do.”

“Okay, come here.”, your girlfriend chuckled while she put Maya’s hair into a ponytail.

“It looks adorable.”, you mumbled in awe at the sight of them with their identical hairstyles in front of you.

Maya tilted her head from side to side, her tiny ponytail bobbing with every movement.

Caroline held out her hand to your daughter, who happily grabbed it: “Let’s go and get your hot chocolate. I really need some coffee.“

Your girlfriend flashed you a grin as they walked past you into the kitchen.

You followed with a smile on your lips: “It’s all ready.“

Caroline sat Maya onto her chair. A routine that has become established in the past few months.

You watched as Caroline measured the temperature of the hot chocolate with her finger before handing the colourful plastic cup to your daughter, making sure she would not burn herself while drinking. This small gesture made your heart flutter for a moment.

Caroline then grabbed her own cup of coffee and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek: “Thank you.“

“You’re welcome, mi amor.“, you replied cheerfully.

You girlfriends cheeks turned slightly red. She still had not gotten used to the pet names.

“Caro’s blushing!“, Maya yelled out, followed by a loud giggle.

The football player grimaced: “I’m not.“

“Oh, or did Miss Norway forget her sunscreen before training?“, you teased her.

“Oh, shut up!“, she laughed, shaking her head.

“No.“

“No?!“, she repeated with feigned offense.

You smirked at her: “Make me.“

“I’ll.“

“I’m waiting.“, you laughed as Caroline pulled you towards her. Just as your lips were about to meet, a tiny hand pushed your face away from your girlfriends.

“No, hurry. We don’t want to be late.“, Maya protested.

Caroline rolled her eyes: “Maya.“

You shrugged: “Well, you heard her…“

“Fine.“

With a wink, you leaned over to whisper so only Caroline could hear it: “You know she’ll be very tired after the game today. So I guess we can continue later.“

“We’ll see about that. Either she’s tired or she’s bouncing off the walls after the game.“, she replied, looking over at your daughter.

“Like this morning.“, you added with a laugh.

“Typical.“

“Time to go!“, Maya interrupted you again impatiently.

Caroline sighed before picking her up: “Yes, calm down.“

Arrived at the stadium at the same time as the other players. As Ingrid caught sight of your daughter, she dropped her bag and squatted down with her arms wide open: “Maya, min lille!“

Without hesitation she ran into her arms: “Ingrid, Mapi!“

“There’s our ice princess Caro.“, Mapi laughed.

Caroline shook her head: “Would you please leave my mascot alone.“

“But she’s so cute!“, Ingrid pouted.

“She’s not here for you.“

You smiled to yourself. Your daughter was obviously in good hands here.

Mapi gave you a wink before linking arms with you to walk together towards the stands.

Meanwhile Alexia smirked at the little girl:” Maya, who’s your favourite player?”

“Uhm..”, she started, clearly afraid to give a wrong answer to the captains question.

Seeing her this distressed the blonde reassured her:” It’s okay, you don’t to answer it.”

“Okay, I like you all.”, she replied in an honest tone.

“That’s a great reply, now we need to get in line though, the game is about to start.”, Ingrid intervened smiling.

“Caro?”, Maya pulled at the taller woman’s jacket.

With a warm smile Caroline looked down to her:” Yes?”

“Can I hold your hand?”, the girl asked nervously.

“Of course you can. Ready Maya?”, the Norwegian wanted to know from your daughter, while taking her small hand into hers.

“Ready. Are you?”, Maya nodded.

“Yes, I’m ready too.”, as they walked into the stadium, the Barcelona player pointed into the direction where you and Mapi were sitting in the stands, do you see, mami? She’s over there.”

Following Carolines Finger, the girls face lit up once she spotted you:” Yes!”

“Let’s wave at her so she knows that we’re seeing her.”, the Norwegian suggested before they waved at you together. Only a moment later it was time for Maya to leave the pitch but before she was doing that, your daughter gave the Barcelona player a quick hug.

With the help of one of the staff members, the girl quickly found Mapi and you, looking overjoyed:” Hi, mum.”

“Maya, hi, did you enjoy walking out with Caro?”, you questioned her.

“Mami, that was so cool, so many people and Caro wasn’t nervous at all.”, Maya answered enthusiastically.

Grinning Mapi commented on your daughter’s story:” Oh, she’s a bit nervous, trust me. Caro wants to perform well when her girls are watching.”

“Really?”, the girl glanced at the defender. She paused for a second before continuing:” Are Mami and I her girls?”

“Yes, you two are her girls.”, the Spanish woman confirmed.

Beaming Maya told her:” I like that.” You couldn’t be happier about such a declaration from your daughter, who was so welcoming toward your girlfriend.

After the match Carolina saw how Irene was getting her son to celebrate the glorious win, which made her want to do the same. Smiling she walked to the place you both were standing:” Maya, do you want to come down here.”

“Can I, mami?”, your daughter turned around to expectantly look at you.

“Sure.”, you responded encouragingly.

This was enough for Maya who ran quickly on to the pitch into the open arms of your girlfriend who was chuckling out loud:” Look at you, walking around here like a professional.”

“Mateo still needs a little practice.”, the girl observed laughing.

“He’s still small.”, Caroline reminded her.

“Yeah, tiny.”

“Yes, true.”, the Norwegian agreed.

“Maya, Mateo wants to say hi to you.”, Irene interrupted their talk in a kind voice.

“Mateo, hi.”, Maya greeted the smaller boy politely.

Watching this scene unfold, Ingrid chirmed:” Cuties.”

“Look at them hugging.”, Mateos mum hummed.

“That’s him telling you welcome to the Barca family.”, Mariona explained to your daughter.

Playfully Caroline wrinkled her nose:” This is disgustingly cute.”

Irene looked at her and slightly offended repeated: “Disgustingly?“

“You know Caro, Irene.“, Ingrid laughed.

“I thought things would get better now that she’s a mum too.“, Irene joked.

While you walked towards them to join them on the field, you recognized that the smile had disappeared from your girlfriends face.

You politely smiled at the other players and put a hand on Carolines arm: “She’s trying.“

“Mami?“ Mayas voice called.

You looked down at where she was pulling at the hem of your shirt: “Yes?“

“When can we go home?“ The toddler rubbed at her eyes, a clear sign that she was getting tired.

Before you could answer, Caroline scooped her up into her arms: “We can go now.“

“Okay.“, she mumbled into her chest.

Even though the car ride home was short, Maya barely managed to stay awake. You had watched her eyes close in the rearview mirror. As soon as you stopped the car, Caroline turned towards your daughter: “Tired, Maya?“

“No!“, she murmured, her eyes still closed.

Caroline chuckled: “I can tell.“

She got out of the car before picking up Maya from her seat and carrying her inside.

“No problem, she can have a nap while I’m starting to cook.“, you suggested while you walked inside the house together.

Caroline nodded once: “I’ll bring her to bed.“

“Thank you.“ You leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your daughters forehead. She was now fully asleep in your girlfriends arms.

You started cooking pasta while Caroline left with Maya. It was not the first time that she tucked your daughter in, but it still made you feel warm inside.

A sheet of paper on the kitchen table caught your attention, right as you were about to start with the sauce.

You wiped your hands on a dish towel and skimmed over the document.

The words on the first few lines made your heart skip a beat but you had to suppress a gasp as you saw Carolines signature on it.

Caroline returned into the kitchen in that exact moment, you held up the paper and whispered: “What is that?“

Your girlfriend bit her lip, nervous energy was radiating off of her.

She took a deep breath before answering with an unusually shaky voice: “I… uhm… I thought if we want this to be something longterm, we should be a family on paper too.“

There was nothing you could do. Your eyes immediately welled up with tears. You put the adoption papers back on the table and walked towards your girlfriend: “Caro, this means a lot… you know that?“

“You know, we can just throw this in the trash if you don’t want this.“, she started but you pulled her towards you into a hug.

“No, I want this.“, you sniffed. Tears ran down your cheeks, moved by this beautiful gesture.

“You do?“

You nodded, lifting your head to meet Carolines eyes: “Yes, I’m very sure and so is Maya. Her face lit up when Mapi called me and her your girls.“

“We still should ask if she wants that too.”, your girlfriend thought out loud.  

“Maybe after we had dinner?”, you suggested.

“Yes.”

Both of you were nervous when it came to finally asking your daughter the important question. Unlike Maya who looked serious between Caroline and you:” So, what did you want to ask me?”

“She sounds like she’s the mum and we’re the children.”, the Norwegian commented amused.

“She does.”, you admitted laughing, feeling the tension release a bit from your body.

The football player turned her head to your child, sounding earnest:” Maya, I have an important question for you, what would you think if I officially became your mum too?”

“Would you?”, Maya responded big eyed while she made her way to Caroline.

“I’d love to.”, your girlfriend replied seriously, feeling her eyes getting slightly wet by how moved the little girl and she herself was.

Your daughter went on to hug her:” Me too, mum.”

Overjoyed Caroline looked up to you, gesturing with her hands that you should join them:” Come here. I love you, my girls.”

“Are we still the three musketeers?”, Maya asked anxiously.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, the football player reassured her:” Of course, we’re.”

“All for one.”, you and your girlfriend began beaming.

“And one for all.”, the little girl cheered, knowing deep inside that she could count on her two mums in whatever the future would hold for you three as a family.

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[fallingdownhell]

May I have Kaeya, Diluc, and or Zhongli with a pup hybrid reader who gets consistent night mares?

The pup just tosses and turns in the night to the point of either waking up crying or just can't sleep. So they go down to the kitchen to find something to calm their nerves (like tea.) Then the guys notice that their partners gone or hear them moving around then follow after to go comfort them.

Just silence in the kitchen besides the kettle boiling and the men just hug their partner, saying things to comfort them or get their tail wagging again. After tea and stuff, they just get carried back to bed and the pup falls asleep with a 200+ pound man cuddling ontop of them.

Something cute and you can make it as angsty as you'd like 😈 thankks

Angst, you say..? I like making things angsty 👀 Characters Included: Diluc; Kaeya Content: gender neutral reader; puppy hybrid reader; mentions of nightmares; whole lot of fluff and comfort Word count: 1,8k words Enjoy <3

Diluc

With a loud gasp, you awake from your sleep. Heavy breathing and sweat dripping down your temples, you try and catch your breath while also reorienting yourself to your surroundings.

It takes a while until you recognize the shape of the room again, the bedroom you share with your boyfriend. Who was still peacefully sleeping right next to you, an arm loosely draped over your waist.

Feeling still shaken up from the nightmare, you know that you can't go to sleep right away again, so you decide to get up, careful not to wake Diluc up as well. He's been working so much lately, the last thing you want to do is disturb his well earned rest.

Once you managed to slip out of his arms, you quietly tiptoe out of the bedroom and gently close the door behind you. You listen to for a few seconds, of any sounds come from the room. When you hear nothing, you turn to find the mansion quiet and dark, everyone else asleep as well.

You contemplate your options for a bit, in the end deciding to go to the kitchen to make yourself something warm to drink. As you go down the steps, your ears perk up a bit, listening to every little sound in and outside the mansion for anything unusual.

The nightmare still clings onto you, not letting go of its grasp on you, which shows in your tail weakly hanging down, only very few movement coming from it.

When you arrive at the kitchen, you immediately go for the kettle to brew yourself some tea. While you're waiting for the water to boil, you sit down on one of the chairs, facing the window. The scenery looks beautiful at night, the lake in full view, the moon reflecting on the surface of the water, making the whole scene feel so serene.

While looking out the window, your thoughts once again drift back to the nightmare. You know that it was just a dream, but the things he said to you in them... they haunt you. What if that was how he truly felt about you..?

What if he really thought of you as some monstrosity? Was he only with you out of pity? Or because he could get some sort of benefit for himself? What if he was after something else entirely and never loved you in the first place? What if-

Your spiraling thoughts get cut off when you suddenly feel a pair of arms hug you from behind, Diluc's scent and warmth instantly enveloping you. You jump a bit from the sudden action, but quickly relax again as you realize that it's him.

You hadn't heard him come down at all. Were you really that deep in your head?

"Nightmare?", he asks, his voice sounding still rough from sleep as he burries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against your skin.

Not sure if you were able to speak right now, you simply nodded as an answer.

"Want to talk about it?"

You think it over for a second, but ultimately shake your head. You couldn't, at least not right now.

Diluc accepts that and just continues to hold you like this, unitl the kettle signals that the water is now properly boiled. Before you can even attempt to get up yourself, he lets go off you, goes over and prepares the tea for you, handing you the cup when he returns to your side.

You take the mug from him and thank him quietly, half expecting that he'd go back to sleep now. Instead, Diluc gently picked you up and carried you over to the sofa, sitting himself down and placing you in his lap, careful that you wouldn't spill any of the hot tea.

"..Shouldn't you be going back to sleep?", you ask in a hushed voice. Diluc looks at you for a second, hums in response but doesn't move a single muscle to try and get up. Instead, he lifts a hand and begins to gently comb his fingers through your hair.

Sighing at his action, you close your eyes as you lean your body further into his, enjoying the calming effect his presence has on you. The sound of his steady heartbeat, combined with his scent always puts you at ease.

After taking a sip from your tea, Diluc then bends over you, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You don't have to talk about it right away. But I want you to know that I love you. And I'm here for you whenever you're ready."

Hearing these words from him, it seemed almost like the reassurance was all you needed from him. You felt yourself feeling a lot happier again and a small smile grazed the edges of your lips.

"...I love you, too.", you tell him back, resting your body against his chest. You felt so secure right here in his arms, that you didn't even notice your tail starting to wag the tiniest bit.

Kaeya

Nightmares were a somewhat regular occurance for you. You suffered through them frequently your entire childhood. And while noone really knows what causes them, they seemed to come and go at random.

You could go for months without any nightmare whatsoever, only for them to come back and haunt you for days and weeks on end, before leaving you alone again.

Most of the times, they were okay to deal with. But every now and then, the dreams could get so bad that you'd be waking up either crying or screaming at the top of your lungs, almost like you were about to get murdered. The first time that Kaeya had witnessed this, he was panicing, asking you what was going on.

You had a long talk with him the next day and since then, he's always asking you how he can support you should something like this happen again. He's always making sure you fall asleep before him, claiming that it makes him feel more at ease when he knows that you can at least fall asleep and get a good dose of rest.

He tells you that he wants to be woken up by you should you ever wake up from a nightmare. And though you told him you'd do that, you don't always follow through with your promise. He has an exhausting job and you'd feel bad for waking him up in the middle of the night every time you got a nightmare. But you have done it a few times, when the dreams were really bad.

This time however, it seemed like you wouldn't have to do anything.

It was a bad dream. Worse than the worst you ever had. You can't recall the contents of the dream, but you remember that you were terrified, screaming. You must have been screaming in reality, too. Because when you came to yourself again, you saw Kaeya's worried face looming over you, fear written all over it. He was shacking you, trying to wake you up.

"(Name)? Gods, you finally woke up! Are you alright?", he looks relieved when you finally gain consciousness again, backing off a bit to give you more space.

You jolt up in the bed, eyes blown wide, panic still settled deep into every bone of your body. You suddenly feel hyper aware of the clothes clinging to your body from all the sweat and you begin to mindlessly pull and tear on them.

"Hey, hey shh, it's okay.", Kaeya's voice comes from next to you. You can hear that he has to force himself to sound calm, and that doesn't exactly help you to relax.

He then gently takes ahold of both your wrists, placing your hands of his chest as he begins to talk to you. "Hey, focus on me, (name). Focus and take a deep breath in. Here, I'll do it with you."

He guides you through it and after a couple of minutes, it helps and you feel yourself calming down again. He still continues on like that for a bit longer.

"Better?", he asks after you calmed down enough and your breathing evens out again. You nod slightly, but the memories of the terror you felt still haunt you, your ears and tail tucked close to you.

Kaeya also takes notice of this and tries to think of a way to help you out. He comes up with an idea that might help you relax, so he gives you a kiss to your cheek, before he tells you his idea. "How about you take a quick shower, hm? Your clothes must stick uncomfortably. While you do that, I'll make you something hot to drink. Does that sound good?"

Again, you only manage a weak nod of your head, but it's enough for him. Kaeya then helps you stand up and walks to the bathroom with you, helping you out of your drenched clothes. He makes sure you get in the shower safely before shutting the door. He then goes back to the bedroom and takes out a set of your favourite, comfy clothes for you to put on afterwards. Then, he's in the kitchen, preparing a hot chocolate in your favourite mug, since this one can hold the most content inside of it.

After several minutes, you open the bathroom door again, dressed in the clothes he put out for you, hair still wet from the shower. He softly winks you over and you go to sit next to him on the bed. He offers you the hot beverage and you take it from him, thanking him silently.

Then, he takes a comb from your nightstand and turns around to you. "May I?", he asks with a soft smile. You look at the comb in his hands, then at him and a small blush spreads on your cheeks as you nod and turn around, allowing him to brush out your tail.

He goes to work, gently working through the hair and combing it out tenderly. Moments like these are when you truly feel loved by him, when he does those things for you without expecting anything in return from you.

It's quiet in the room, but your ears still pick up on silent sounds, and right now, you close your eyes and focus on Kaeya's calm and steady heartbeat as he grooms your tail.

Soon enough, the nightmare is pushed to the back of your mind and you find yourself cuddled up against him, your tail wagging happily behind you as he holds you close to him, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you over and over again how much he loves you, that he'll always stay right by your side.

[vikilinda]

A LITTLE FAVOR

pairing(s): Georgie farmer x fem!reader

Summary: Your roomie asks you for a favor that you charge him in a scene, and it ends up being the best favor of your life.

"Oh please"

"Nope!"

"You just have to put on the wig and no one will notice"

Emma, ​​your co-star and friend, begs you to cover her in a scene, the two had become friends when they were both in the final casting test, it cannot be said that both had gotten the role.

"Come on, you don't have to say any dialogue"

Emma had been begging you to cover her in a scene tomorrow, of course you had been telling her no all this time. Something interesting about both of you was how much you two looked alike, not enough to be twins but you do share quite a few similar traits.

"And why isn't Jenna covering for you!"

Jenna, who has been watching you fight Emma, ​​peacefully shakes her head as she continues to eat popcorn.

"I have scenes tomorrow, even if I wanted to I can't"

"Oh come on y/n, you're my only hope, if the scene doesn't shoot tomorrow they'll have to push everything back to January"

You deny.

"It won't be that someone is like this, it's because of her scene partner"

You quickly give Jenna a dirty look. As much as you wanted to deny it, Jenna was only telling the truth, if you accepted your scene partner, it would be Georgie, of course that wasn't the problem, the real problem came with the scene, which was a kiss between Enid and Ajax.

¡You couldn't kiss Georgie!

You and Georgie were good friends, spending almost every day on set together, even seeing each other for off-set dialogue practice quite often. But you couldn't kiss him, not after you'd tried so hard to drown out every little hint of any feeling for him.

"Is this all about Georgie? But if you guys are good- OH. MY. GOOD"

Emma, ​​who seemed to have understood the situation, looks at you with flashing eyes and open mouth. Apparently your little secret had been discovered.

"All the more reason you have to cover me tomorrow"

"I can't"

"Y/n this may be your best chance to find out if he has feelings for you."

"And in the worst case you'll have kissed your crush and you'll have the whole spring break to forget about it" Interjects Jenna.

"Oh thanks"

"Oh come on Y/n, Jenna's right, this is a win/win for you. Please"

You sigh. You were definitely going to regret this.

"Fine…i do it."

"YESS!"

Both girls jump on top of you to celebrate, the three of you end up on the ground laughing out loud.

"I'm going to regret this so much"

—

"And…Action!"

Your heart gallops when you see how Georgie finishes the short sentence of her character, your scene was the last one to shoot so when you turn around you see almost all your friends and setmates, that only makes you more nervous.

Georgie starts to get closer to you but you just freeze to the ground. Why can't you just be professional, kiss him and end this.

"Sorry"

You don't wait for an answer and you just run to the closest place you can find, of course it ends up being one of the corridors of the school set. Why couldn't you kiss him? Why did you have to run away? God, what is wrong with you!

"Hey…are you alright?"

You don't know if you are exalted by the shock of not knowing that you had someone behind your back, or by the specific British accent of that someone.

"Yeah, I just needed to get some air"

"Are you sure?"

You nod. You still had your back to Georgie but it didn't take much of a look to know that Georgie was far away from you, you felt how close her body was to yours.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Georgie, seeing that you wouldn't turn around, he does, you look at the ground but he bends down in search of it. Georgie knew something was wrong, he knew you perfectly, you never got like that for a scene, not even that time you had to jump out of a window; So seeing you in that state he can't help but worry.

"Is it because of the number of people? Because I can tell Percy to distract them while we record"

"It's not that"

Georgie was a very patient person, very few things managed to get on his nerves, this was one of the few things. You kept looking away while giving monosyllabic answers, was he the problem? Had you been angry with him and hadn't noticed? He hadn't brushed his teeth?

Georgie takes your face in his hands and gently lifts it up so you can look into his eyes.

"Is it me? Can't you record the scene for me?"

Your lack of response confirms it. The look in his eyes kills you and makes you feel like the worst person in the world, he had only cared about you and instead you just avoid because you can't admit that it makes you so nervous that all body heat runs out of you.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. It's because of the breath, right? I never should have let Percy do the shopping."

You laugh and that makes Georgie feel better at least you're not mad at him.

"You don't make me uncomfortable and your breath is fine, I swear."

"And what is it? If you don't tell me I won't be able to fix it, y/n/n"

Here you were, if you were going to take out the bandage you were going to do it in one move.

"It's just… It's just that you make me nervous"

Georgio was a poem, you didn't know if he was confused, scared or surprised. Or if he at least had understood what you wanted to say.

"I can't kiss you because every time you got closer I felt like my heart was going to explode or run away. And I couldn't tell you anything because I didn't want to damage our friendship, although from your face you may not even understand what I'm trying to tell you…"

Georgie doesn't give you time to finish when he locks your body in his arms and his chest, making sure that this time you weren't going to run away anywhere. Join your lips with his.

You were kissing Georgie! After all they had ended up kissing and you had to admit that it was much better than you had imagined. When they separate, Georgie runs her gaze over your face, smiles.

"I was the one who asked Emma to switch scenes with you."

"What?"

Your eyes widened at her confusion, a smile beginning to escape from the corner of your lips. Georgie had planned all this.

"I couldn't leave without at least trying something. Those two months would have eaten my head"

"So you convinced Emma that she'll help you?"

"It was more blackmail on her part, but let's say yes. Are you upset?"

Emotions did not fit in you, how could you be upset? Georgie had gone to all the trouble to come up with a plan and blackmail your roomie just so he could kiss you.

"Y/n?"

You don't answer, not with words at least. You take her face in your hands and kiss it. Georgie takes a few more seconds to react, but when he does, he encloses you more in his arms, letting herself be guided by the dance that guides your lips.

They both smile when they see each other.

"How about we finish filming the scene, and after what it takes to get all this blood off of us, we go on a date"

"I'm lovin 'it"

[mandu-17]

Sad puppy | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: hey hey!!! i love ur writings :) will you be willing to write yoohyeon x reader where yoohyeon wants reader's attention so she starts kissing readers neck and teasing her? tysm <3

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: ~ 1,676

A/N: always a pleasure writing for my fiancée, enjoy this little cutie

The stinging in your eyes was slowly making its' way to your acknowledgement. You blinked a couple of times in hope of wetting them before readjusting your position on the couch. You turned around so that now you were laying on your stomach. Sudden movement made Pie look up at you curiously before she also changed her position and settled down on the small of your back.

With the shower running in the background and a new source of heat pleasantly warming up your sore back, you were perfectly able to focus on the phone in your hands. This new game that Yoohyeon showed you three days earlier turned your whole world upside down. You truly admired the graphics and the plot while totally enjoying every moment of playing. This game was addicting, an excellent way to make the time pass faster.

It was easy to just get lost in that fictional world and spend long minutes, if not sometimes hours, on improving your character's skills. The fact that the game was connected to the series of your favorite movies did not help.

It was actually the reason Yoohyeon showed you that game. She was aware of how much you might like it and the thought of you two playing it together or maybe even getting matching characters immediately made her heart swell. Your girlfriend felt flattered that thanks to her you discovered something you could enjoy. Perhaps, she outdid herself and instead gave you a whole new hobby.

Shower stopped, you paid no mind to it really. The only thing you could hear now was soft humming coming out of the bathroom and the sound of Yoohyeon shuffling around, probably doing her skin care routine. After some more time, she opened the door since it was getting harder to deal with all that hot steamed air in the room. Yoohyeon began brushing her hair carefully, the damage after having it dyed for so long was still something she had to take good care of.

Pie’s head shot up. Her shiny eyes were turned to the sudden streak of light entering the hall. Then, she decided that it was way too long since she’d last seen Yoohyeon and that she’d missed her already.

“Betrayer.” You pouted when Pie jumped off the couch and ran to see her owner, her tail wiggling behind.

“Pie-ya, hi!” Not even three seconds passed, “No, don’t eat the sponge!

How adorable.

With an amused smile, you glanced up at the slightly opened door - unfortunately you weren’t able to see the scene properly. So you focused on the game again.

It was only a matter of few more minutes for your favorite girls to join you in the living room. Yoohyeon let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before sitting legs crossed on the ground right next to the couch. Pie immediately climbed to her lap, greedy for some cuddles.

“Showering is way too tiring.” Your girlfriend complained, while caressing her pet’s belly. Pie laid down fully on Yoohyeon’s lap, but her head was falling off, almost on the floor. Yooheon giggled lovingly, she poked your side to get you to look at Pie as well, “Just look at her! She’s such a dork.”

You chuckled at the heartwarming view, nevertheless the vibration of your phone made you quickly look away. A new notification came up, claiming that you were now able to start another mission. Eagerly, you pressed play. You’d had to wait two long hours to have it unlocked for free.

At first, it was peaceful like that. Yoohyeon kept herself busy while playing with Pie, she scrolled through her phone for a bit too. The yellow light of one of the night lamps illuminated the room cozily. Rush hour was slowly coming to an end. One glance outside the window and Yoohyeon realized how lucky she was to find herself in such a warm room, with the love of her life by her side and- well, you.

Just kidding, as much as she loved Pie, her furry friend couldn’t talk to her or hug her the way you did. Truly, you had her wrapped around your finger. Just a little peek at you had the corners of her lips turning up irritatingly fast. Way too fast for her own liking, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her heart was beating for you.

Yoohyeon sighed, locking her phone. Pie left her lap with a new mission on her mind - finding her favorite toy. There was no one keeping Yoohyeon warm now, this simply had to change. She had a mission of her own - to get your attention.

“Baby.” Almost shyly, she poked your rib again.

She got no reaction except for a quiet hum. It certainly was not satisfying.

“You know, you’ve been playing for so long.” Yoohyeon turned her body, while getting on her knees so she was facing the couch properly. She tilted her head slightly, hoping that her soft voice would at least make you look at her.

“Yes, this game you showed me is incredible.” You were so obvious, with your eyes still glued to the screen.

Yoohyeon rolled her eyes in a fondly manner, you could be very stubborn at times. Even if you called it ‘passion’, this feature of yours often made Yoohyeoon want to laugh.

“And I can show you something even more incredible.” She raised a bit on her knees, her fingers gently pulling your hair over your shoulder. The scent of Yoohyeon’s shampoo embraced you, bringing a pleasant, fresh vibe.

Next thing you knew was her lips on your neck. It was a light peck, followed by your girlfriend nuzzling her nose into your skin. With her eyes closed, she felt the happiest while being this close to you.

You also smiled at her sudden approach, nevertheless remained focused on the game. Few more clicks and you’d get bonus stars!

“I’m almost done, I promise.”

“But I want you now.” Even with a simple sentence, you could feel your cheeks heating up. Yoohyeon pouted against your neck, her fingertips started drawing lazy circles on your back. After a moment of comfortable silence, she rested her head higher, against yours and rubbed you like a cat few times. Giggling, you tilted your head and reciprocated the gesture. Her eyes caught a glint of the screen, Yoohyeon’s eyebrows raised as she deadpanned, “Wow, you suck at this.”

“No, I don’t. I’m already on a higher level than you!” You huffed, acknowledging your girlfriend’s attempt at teasing you.

“Yah! I’m leaving for tour soon and all you want to do is play phone games?” She whined loudly, but you knew it was her way to hide the laughter.

Your heart skipped a beat when you turned to meet her eyes. Dressed in a baby blue sweatpants and hoodie set that was way too big, hair still slightly wet and no make up on. She had these cute crinkles by her eyes - you appreciated the sight of them because whenever they’d pop up, it’d mean that your favorite person was smiling. You felt like the happiest girl in the world, convinced that there was an actual masterpiece in front of you. Who else would look so attractive while totally bare faced, in simple and cozy clothes?

“Okay, what would you like to do?” You rolled your eyes playfully, before asking. Your tone laced with innocence, as you watched her expectantly.

“I’ve got few things in mind.” Yoohyeon smirked.

On the inside she was jumping out of joy. Although, on the outside, she hurriedly joined you on the couch seeing you lock your phone and put it aside. You backed up against the couch as much as possible, your arms opened wide, as Yoohyeon tried to squeeze herself besides you. One of her legs ended up across your hip so she wouldn’t fall off the edge.

“This will do.” Yooh hummed contently, burying her face in your shoulder. “For now.”

“For now?” You giggled, surprised, automatically, you started caressing her hair, as well as massaging her scalp. Yoohyeon angled her head from time to time to get you to scratch her favorite places.

“You know, the night is still young. We can have a lot of fun in our bedroom later.” Eyes shut, your girlfriend cherished your touch.

“What about Pie?” As if on cue, Pie peeked at you - her front paws resting on the couch. She watched you interested, sensing that you were talking about her.

“She’ll understand.” Yoohyeon turned slightly in order to see the pet, as well. Pie and her shared a quick staring contest. “You get it, right? Y/N and I need some time alone. Mom will be gone soon, working hard to buy you a lot of delicious food, Pie-ya.”

It was impossible to watch their interaction with a straight face. With a foolish grin, you patted Yoohyeon’s thigh showing Pie to jump in between you. She squealed excitedly and climbed up. With her tail wiggling, she licked both of your faces.

“Of course she’ll understand. Our baby girl is so smart.” You toyed with Pie’s ear using your left hand. “What will you buy for me, though?”

“Anything you desire, darling.” Yoohyeon watched you and Pie fondly, her head resting on her elbow.

You looked up at her and leaned in to kiss her. Whenever she gave you that look, you could physically feel your insides melting. Gladly, Yooh moved her lips against yours. Her whole body was burning with love for you. You were like a lighter, igniting the endless fire and passion in her. She didn’t even know she could feel this way until she met you. The moment would last way longer if it weren’t for the soft smile forming on her face.

“Good thing I only desire you.” You whispered, your lips ghosting over hers. Yoohyeon gripped the hem of your shirt firmly and closed the distance again.

“Prove it.” Her smile was long gone now, as her eyes darkened with lust.

There was nothing else you’d rather do.

[pinkrangersarah]

I REALLY hate that Hazbin Hotel was only given eight episodes per season. Like, that is definitely not a lot of time for a story like this to flourish so a lot of it ended up feeling rushed to me. I can't really blame the creators for this as the time constraint wasn't their fault, so I have to cut them some slack.

Final thoughts:

I'm a sucker for themes of gray morality, love that here. It is fascinating that not even angels know what allows a soul to be granted entrance into Heaven, so they come off as very hypocritical when Adam can behave like a blood hungry, sexist jackass but the second Charlie lets the F-bomb slip she's looked down on. Excited to know what becomes of Pentious being redeemed and allowed into Heaven whilst Adam was slain in Hell.

I am so glad the Overlords are not the pompous pricks I was prepared for them to be. With a cast consisting of many assholes, I'm glad that most of the Overlords actually seemed pretty diplomatic and have a mutual respect for one another, minus the Vees. Rosie is an absolute delight and Carmilla won me over in "Hello Rosie". It is absolutely hilarious that Rosie's domain, Cannibal Town, is the most pleasant and charming place in all of Hell.

I do hate to be that person, but I actually thought the finale was sort of underwhelming. Again, there were time constraints so it's hard to criticize them for that, but everything was just thrown at me and I wasn't given the time to let moments sink in. (To be fair, I did accidentally spoil myself for Sir Pentious, so that one is mostly on me, but the scene still came and went very quickly.) Lucifer sort of shows up out of nowhere, but it's hard to complain when I enjoyed watching him go ape shit on Adam.

I don't know if it's another hit by the time constraints or if I just find Vaggie to be too boring (which I do), but I am not invested in the Chaggie romance at all. Their duet felt empty because I personally don't feel the chemistry between them, which is a shame because I want to like them. I love the dynamic they're supposed to have, but it feels so shallow.

I am glad they're allowing themselves to take on certain slow burns, though, like the budding romance between Angel and Husk, and the fact Alastor's soul belongs to somebody. I was prepared for them to reveal what Alastor's deal with, but I'm glad they didn't because it makes me eagerly anticipate next season.

Lilith's reveal pissed me off, and I'm trying to remind myself that there's still a whole other season to see what her game is, to not jump to conclusions. I am literally begging her not to be a secret antagonist. I don't think the theory of her owning Alastor's soul is completely out the window; my sister speculates that she sent Alastor to help Charlie because she couldn't (she seems to also have some deal in place) or wouldn't. My theory is that she got fed up with Lucifer doing nothing, allowing the extermination to happen, succumbing to selfishness and abandoning them. VivziePop herself said Lilith and Lucifer were madly in love, so I'm hoping it's family drama that will be given the attention and time to heal.

Despite its flaws, this show feels worth the wait. The animation is great; it's very fluid, the characters are expressive, and I really like most of the character design changes from the pilot. It's wonderful to see how far this team has come from the pilot. I've been a slut for shows incorporating songs since Phineas and Ferb, and Hazbin has so many great songs. The amount of times I've listened to many of them on Spotify is starting to get embarrassing.

It's still early, but I think Hazbin Hotel has earned its spot as one of the most anticipated shows of 2024, and will earn its place as one of my top ten shows of 2024.

[tea-moon-ster]

O'Knutzy Week Day 2

character credits to @lumosinlove , prompt and hosting credits to @oknutzyweek2023 .

Prompts: Toys; Bondage; Phone; Daddy; Migraine

It was one of the first days of autumn in Gryffindor. The dry heat had finally left place to cool, crispy air, and the sky was nicely cloudy. It was the perfect weather for a book club meeting, Finn thought as he looked out of the window from Sirius’ and Remus’ house. Some of the team had met to discuss the book they’d decided to start reading together, “Under the whispering door”. Remus was sitting on one of the armchairs, and on the couch there were Thomas, Adam and Evgeni -to improve his English, he said. Finn, from his place on the window nook, ate another cookie and listened to Remus.

“…I’m not saying it was a bad opening, but the book does get more interesting after the first chapters...”

Evgeni tilted his head. “Yes, but have to build scene first. Explain situation.”

Adam nodded. “He’s right, it’s not the kind of book you can start mid action.”

Finn lifted a finger. “I think it’s a good opening. It surely catches Wallace’s flow of thoughts. The confusion, the anger. But I get what you’re saying, Loops. It does sound a bit…elementary.”

A wave of disagreements filled the room as Finn got up, hands raised, and made a quick jog to the kitchen to get another cup of tea. He decided to check his phone in the meantime -something they’d agreed not to do during the club meetings. He scrolled to see what was new. A meme from Alex, a few messages in the basket group chat…oh. A video from Logan. It was only a few seconds long, and Finn decided to watch it quickly before joining the others again.

He’d left the house to Leo napping -he could have joined the book club, but they’d decided together it was something Finn could do on his own. Logan had been showering, pouty about Finn not joining him because of the book club. To be fair, both his boys had been acting quite…demanding, since the end of summer. It was probably because of the jump from having all the time to themselves to going back to their routines. It had been a promiscuous summer, Finn could say that. There had been sex on a beach, sex on a boat, sex in fluffy hotel beds, sex in a pool, in a tent...anyway. Both Leo and Logan had not taken well the sudden change of pace under the sheets, teasing Finn to whole new level. It started at breakfast, leaning too much on the kitchen island, and went on till bedtime, scooping their backs too close to him.

Finn, being the gentleman he was, never left his boys hanging in there for too long. But the horny levels in their house had never been so high, and keeping two horny men at bay was no joke. Especially since the little game they’d started a few months ago. Finn’s cheeks flushed the second he thought about it.

It was for all these reasons that Finn decided to check the phone’s volume and to be alone before watching the video. Just for precautions. But nothing, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next.

The video was taken in their bedroom, curtains closed. The camera quietly approached the bed, where Leo was…holy fuck, Leo was.

He was lying on their bed, resting on his belly. Pink leather laced and stilled his tan, toned body in all the right places. His legs were tied and bent so that his heels almost touched his ass, and the wrists were tied behind his back, limiting his squirming and moans.

“Holy fuck,” Finn breathed, voice cracking at the end. A flush hot enough to make his head spin overwhelmed him. He had to readjust his sweatpants and boxers to make the sudden ache less evident.

In the video, Logan’s hand appeared into frame, stroking Leo’s ass appreciatively a few times. He traced the pink lines cutting in half his perfect, toned cheeks, and Finn almost cried at how the goalie tried to lean up towards the touch. Logan let out a low chuckle, squeezing the muscle before lifting his hand and leaving a loud spank on the same spot. That made Leo moan loudly his name, and a series of “please, Lo, please”. Logan made a disapproving noise at that.

“Oh, mais non, mon chou. You know it’s not me you have to beg for. Who is it you want here?”

“Daddy,” Leo immediately sighed, quite desperately, as he tried to move for some friction. Logan grabbed one of the leather strands around his wrists to keep him in place and tugged. That earned him a groan. “Daddy, daddy, please. Come home now.”

Finn let out a shaky breath -it would have been a moan, had he been in the same room as his boyfriends. The hand in between his legs was vital now to alleviate the pressure he felt at the nickname. He watched open mouthed as Leo raised his head as he could to look into the camera and bat his gorgeous eyes at him. The bastard knew the effect they had on him.

“Daddy, I want you now,” he sighed. “Please.”

And when Finn thought that heaven couldn’t look any better -or hell any worse- Logan’s hand lowered again, down and down and down. He stroked Leo’s ass gently a few times before cupping one cheek to spread them apart. Finn felt his soul leave his body. Logan’s grip revealed the little vibrator that Leo loved, set on a medium speed. It was long and narrow, a opaque black with golden circles around. And now barely visible, so deep into the trembling, obscene mess that Leo was. He shined with sweat and lube, like the most beautiful and obscene angel from a Renaissance painting.

“It has been like this for a while, now,” Logan’s voice returned, low and accented. “It must be driving him crazy.”

“Sweet Jesus,” Finn muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.”

He needed to go home now. He needed teletransportation -why wasn’t teletransportation a thing in the 21st century?

Finn stared at the wall in front of him and blinked, waiting for his brain to start again.

The book club could wait until next time. Until Finn and Leo and Logan…no, he couldn’t think those things with his teammates in the other room. But he needed to go, and they were, in fact, in the other room. If he acted quickly, it would take twenty minutes top to reach his apartment. Thirteen if he considered speed limits speed suggestions.

“Okay, O’Hara,” he whispered to himself. “Get it together.”

He quickly lost the Lions’ hoodie, folding it onto his arms to keep it in front of his pants, and took a deep breath. He could do this. He would do this. He just had to be quick, and unsuspicious, and not sound as horny and desperate and on the verge of tears as he actually was. Easy peasy.

Finn quietly stepped back into the living room, car keys in hand and moving on his feet a little. He made a point to look sad and agonizing, fishing the expression he’d used so many times to soften his mother and skip school when he was little. The boys were still talking about the book, Adam rambling about the mysterious encounter in chapter six.

It was when Finn shook his keys a bit that they looked up at him. Remus frowned. “Harzy, you’re leaving so soon?”

“You feeling alright, man?” Thomas asked, turning to look at him. In a second, four pair of eyes were on him, confused and concerned.

Finn swallowed. “Yeah, uh, no. Migraine. Fulminating. Awful business. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go home to lay down a bit.”

“Oh, jeez. Sorry to hear that, Harz. Do you want to go lay down in the guests’ room? I can get you a painkiller…” Remus started, closing his book and getting up.

Finn suppressed a whimper. “Oh, thanks Loops, there’s really no need.”

“You sure man? You have a PT here with you.”

“Yeah, but uhm. I really want my bed right now?”

Evgeni sent him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, let him go Loops. I’m sure Cubs will take care of him just fine.”

Oh, you big Russian bear, you have no idea, Finn thought. Stopping himself from jumping on his spot was getting harder.

Adam raised an eyebrow. “You do look a bit red and hot, man.” He opened and closed his mouth, maybe to tell Finn not to make puns. But he must have decided Finn looked miserable enough. “Hope you’re not coming up with a fever.”

Finn nodded some more. “I’ll check the temp at home and let you know. Thanks guys, er, don’t worry. Sorry about leaving. See you at practice, bye!”

“Do you want me to drive you-”

“Bye!”

Finn got into his car in record time. He cursed as he lifted the sweater from his legs, making his dick ache for the waiting. He typed a quick “on my way” to the group chat with Leo and Logan. And if he snapped a picture of the poor state oh his pants, well that was his business and his business only. A few seconds later, Logan replied with a “good ;)”. Those little, little shits.

“Little, little shits.”

One last ping from his phone made the screen light up as he turned the keys and the car turned on. He checked quickly before cursing some more and putting on his seatbelt.

“Drive safe, Daddy ;)))”

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We stop here for today! But who knows, there's always space for a pt 2 in the future :))

[troutfur]

Oh I ended up missing the first window! The preference for female characters has made me realize how the (permanent) members of Thunderclan's Augur den in Augur!Frostfour AU is a no boys zone between Frostflower, Yellowfang, Brightheart and Cinderstream LOL. Moth Flight must be rooting for them somewhere in Starclan.

So the prompt: A light-hearted scene where Brightpaw tells her mom Cloudpaw will be her future husband. Frostflower's frustrated while Brightpaw is in her rebellious 'no one understands me MOM' phase. Set pre-dog attack.

Hope that fits the bill as a recursive AU of To Aaron and his sons! I've also been trying to put together a prompt for the Tanistry AU but canon WC leadership is so male dominated this guy is struggling.

Hi, hi, hi! Glad to see you back!

Oooh, I love this. This is gonna be good. I don't have much prologue today so let's jump right in!

(I still very much am in need of prompts, so if you wanna help me get to November 30th, read my guidelines and give me one.)

“Brightpaw,” Frostflower said with a heavy sigh as she turned away from the piles Cinderpaw and her had been hunched over sorting and towards her other daughter.

Time had seemed oportune to discuss her daughters’ future when during the middle of an herb sorting session Brightpaw had come in complaining about sore pads. With Thornpaw and Brackenpaw taking care of ThunderClan’s foreign relations and a deputy old enough to have been Cinderpaw’s mentor, the rare opportunity had been presented for them to take a tom as a mate just because they fancied them. But having heard the name that’d just come out of her warrior apprentice daughter’s mouth she was now more than ever understanding why matriarchs and patriarchs often had to be the ones arranging the matches.

“I urge you to reconsider,” she continued. “I really want to believe you can be trusted with the priviledge to choose your own mate instead of leaving me to arrange it for you. It would be a shame that you let this opportunity go to waste due to a fleeting attraction to a troublemaker.”

“It’s not like that,” Brightpaw insisted. “Cloudpaw is not just a troublemaker. What’s your problem with him anyway? Weren’t you on Fireheart’s side when he brought him into the Clan?”

“That was before he gave me a reason to regret it,” she replied. “He’s rude, barely shows the bare minimum of piety, speaks out of turn all the time, he even betrayed the Clan once already! I really would think that whatever you find charming of him would be greatly eclipsed. He’s not even got an attractive pelt for you to be so set on him.”

“He came back to us,” Brightheart countered. “He’s hard working, he’s talented, he’s brave, and the deputy’s son. So what if he is not afraid to speak his mind? If you listened to him you’d know he’s right sometimes. And with an attitude like that he would make a great deputy to Firestar.”

“There is such a thing as impertinence, Brightpaw,” Frostflower said. “And from the looks of it, it’s rubbing off on you. For all their virtues Fireheart and Cloudpaw share this flaw. And it’d be a shame for you to embarass our great lineage by emulating that kind of kittypet behavior.”

“Why do you have to be so hard on them all the time?” Brightpaw said. “Don’t you see how much work Fireheart puts into running the Clan? He’s more of a leader than Bluestar at this point!”

Frostflower looked down at Cinderpaw’s twisted leg. Although her anger with Fireheart had mostly subsided it was still hard to accept how quickly her trust in him had resulted in this. Cinderpaw gave a glare at her mother as she caught her staring. Ever since that argument moons ago that even Bluestar had to get involved in she really couldn’t voice her thoughts on the situation without her daughter turning defensive of her former mentor.

“I need to be a harsh critic of them if they’re going to overcome their natural tendencies and become great ThunderClan warriors,” Frostflower settled on as her response. “I’m not asking that you stop being Cloudpaw’s friend or that you stop being fond of him. Only StarClan knows when Bluestar will allow you and your sister to swap positions again so you will likely end up being denmates for a while longer. I just ask you to consider your choice of mate better.”

“Cloudpaw is my choice,” Brightpaw insisted.

“Why don’t you try and get closer to Ashpaw instead?” she suggested. “I know he can be a little reserved and quiet but surely that just means he’d be more amenable to listening to you. Don’t you think that would be a better quality to look in the father of the next generation of patricians?”

“If you’re not going to listen to me I’m leaving,” Brightpaw declared as she turned around back into camp.

Frostflower gave a deep and prolonged sigh before turning towards Cinderpaw. It was a cold comfort, but at least with Brightpaw set on taking Cloudpaw as a mate she was sure her other daughter could not pick anyone worse. And with the tense atmosphere in the air still hanging between them they set out to continue their work.

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I should breathe a little bit softer - Send me an AU along with a character and I'll write a lil blurb (royal au, soulmate, muggle, band etc)

Maybe Sirius Black x Reader as roommates in a muggle au?

Who we spying on?

Sirius Black x gn! reader

Muggle AU

Summary: Sirius finds his roommate in a funny position

Warnings: swearing, roommates that are a little bit in love with one another, mentions of food and eating

A/n: 0.6k words, kinda collage/modern au too since studies are mentioned, this is based off of something I actually have done, thank you for the request, enjoy x

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Sirius leant backwards, his back pressed into the chair as he stretched. He had been writing this essay for what felt like years, he had gotten up around eight this morning in order to get finished before the deadline at midnight…well 23:59

He laughed as he heard his stomach rumble, he’d been living off of snacks and coffee most of the day, so he really needed something more substantial. He wondered if you had eaten yet, he had time to make you both something before batting his eyelashes in order to convince you to proof read his work

He headed out of his room, still in his checked bottoms and vest, hair up in a messy bun and secured with a spare chopstick. He was about to head across the hall to your room when he glanced at the front door, finding you kneeling on the ground and peeking through the keyhole.

He smirks at the scene, moving silently to kneel next to you “Who we spying on?” he asks, chuckling at your little jump

“No one” you shake your head, panting gently at the fright as you tried not to admire how good he looked for too look

He noticed however, and it made his heart warm. You and he had been paired together an accident in the lease, neither of you realsing it was a shared flat...really you both should have known by how cheap it was. After little debate you both decided to just live together instead of going through the hassle of fixing the mistake.

It worked out well, you and he had a natural connection, and his feeling soon developed past that of roommates. Hedidn’t want to ruin anything by pushing you so he just decided if it happened it happened

“Really? Not even Mr no shirt across the hall?” he teases

Both of you used to have a crush on the boy, he was very attractive, but sadly his personality wasn’t as pretty. Still, Sirius loved to tease you after he had been getting his mail shirtless one day and you slipped down the stairs...and to the end of your days you'll swear it was mere coincidence

“No” you whine shoving him as you stand up “I’m waiting on food…don’t worry I got you some too”  

“You’re an angel” he grins, arm wrapping around you as he kisses your temple “But that doesn’t explain why we are sitting on the floor and looking out of the keyhole”

You subconsciously lean into his touch “Well…we don’t have a peep hole after the hockey incident and the delivery people never knock, so I can spot them coming from the stairs by looking though here” you explain turning to look at him and accidently brush your nose with his as you do

“Sorry” you let out a nervous giggle moving backwards

He just smiles, you did a lot of weirdly adorable things; he’d heard you talked to yourself whilst cooking or cleaning, he’d find you randomly laying on the floor with your eyes closed, listening to music, and once he came back from a weekend away to find you had rearranged the kitchen just make a reading nook by the window

“Never be sorry” he squeezes your shoulder before leaning forward just a little, testing the waters and when you don’t pull back he moves closer, letting your noses brush then your lips…

Knock

Knock

Knock

You both jolted at the sudden noise and scrambled to your feet, yourself a little flustered by your almost kiss while Sirius could have laughed at his luck

“You go get the cutlery and plates, I’ll open the door” he tells you with a smile and as he watches you quickly walk off he sighs before getting ready to open the door “One time they fuckin knock” 

Thank you for reading 💛

[squishycheekanon]

Vampire!Techno x reader

Probably cause grandpa was a dick.

Warnings: 18+, swearing, future NSFW. It’s short but it’s setting the scene.

Reginald Davis. Your grandfather. A rich, strict, cold, old man who never told you that he loved you. Never even told you that he liked you. He died at one hundred and two years old, last week.

“Way to drag it out grandpa. Stubborn old man.” You grunt with a shake of your head while looking up at the huge manor. It surely was something out of a fairytale, old and parts of it covered in ivy. Brick and stone lacing every wall, if you didn’t know a better way to describe it. Honestly you’d say it looked haunted.

You climbed the stairs up to the porch like area that sat just under the main balcony. The entrance sure was grand, the pattern on the door almost looked like snake skin. The wood swirled from top and bottom to the middle right where the door handle is. Fancy.

You walked inside holding a box of your things, you couldn't help but gaze in adoration for such architecture. The entrance was equipped with a high ceiling and a set of stairs leading up to the second floor.

To the right there was a strip of windows that were in the living room to the side of the fireplace that sat smack bang in the middle. They had the perfect amount of light shining through for some ambience.

It had character you had to admit, the foundations, massive fireplace, some of the walls even had stone on the inside. It gave you The Georgian Era vibes, you could imagine dances being held here. The sheer whimsical music being played as people danced and clapped to the rhythm.

It echoed around you, the remains of what once was. You were told by your late parents that you’d only ever been here twice in your whole life. The first time was when you were born, they came straight to this house after your mother was released from the hospital.

The second time was your first birthday, they celebrated vigorously and everything was perfect until the day after. Your parents packed up everything in their life and whisked you away to a different part of the country.

To this day you never found out why, “Probably cause Grandpa was a dick.” You scoffed shutting the door behind you with your foot before dropping a box of your things on the floor.

It needed a good dusting for sure but so far so good. You wandered around the first floor simply getting familiar with your surroundings. Leaning against the kitchen door frame you examined what needed to be done to make it a suitable living space.

“Wow gramps did you just like not eat?” You cringed finding no evidence of a fridge, microwave or oven. The kitchen looked like it belonged in the 40s it was that old, it needed a serious makeover.

As your eyes flittered over the disgusting wallpaper choice you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching you. A shiver rolled down your spine, spreading throughout your body setting your nerve ends on fire.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the sound of your phone ringing, your thumb swiping to answer your best friend’s FaceTime call.

“Hey shithead. You good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughed running his gel slick hands through his hair styling it.

“Yeah. Yeah no I’m fine. Where you off to?” You asked watching him get dolled up to go out as you ascended the stairs to the second floor.

“Meeting Jess for a bit then I thought I’d come help you unpack. How’s the house, find any murderers yet?” He grinned watching your annoyed facial expression grow on the screen just as you reach the top of the stairs.

“Shut the fuck up Dylan.” You shook your head pushing your grin aside as you pushed open the door to the first room. It was dusty and filled with books, you coughed a little fanning the air.

“You okay?” Dylan asked pulling out different outfits from his closet.

“Yeah, guess Grandpa never dusted his office.” You cringed leaving the room as quickly as you entered it and moving on to the next one. You kind of felt like Alice searching for the door to wonderland, and you knew you’d found it when you reached the master bedroom.

“Curiouser and curiouser.” You mimicked the character studying the room to find not a spec of dirt or dust.

“What?” Dylan chuckled at the quote. Watching you inspect every inch of the house had been entertaining to say the least add in your sharp quips and quotes, he was finding his interest piqued more and more by the second.

“Can’t believe you’re moving in there.” Dylan shook his head pulling on a black denim jacket.

“Yeah well when life gives you expensive lemons-” You looked at Dylan with a bored expression on your face before wandering over to desk. It was covered in papers, an organised mess. You picked up a worn leather book.

“What? You make expensive lemonade?” He grins.

“Okay I’m hanging up now. See you later.” You pressed the red button and continued flipping through the book at the desk finding nothing of value so like any curious overly nosey person you checked the desk drawers and found one to be locked. A smirk pulled at your lips, nice try grandpa.

You pulled out one of the bobby pins from your hair inserting it into the lock, within a matter of seconds you had it open. Hmm. Your fingers scrambling inside the drawer to find something of interest, all of the contents dumped on the desk.

“Nothing.” You sigh sitting down on the desk chair, as you leant back something caught your eye. “You sneaky old bastard.” Excitement jumped through you at the thought of finding something. You grabbed the letter opener you had spotted earlier and dug it into the side of the draw, the bottom popping up to reveal a hidden book inside.

“What else are you hiding?” You wondered your eyes glancing around the room with determination in your eyes.

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[bookwyrminspiration]

You didn’t ask, probably don’t care, and likely haven’t watched the movie, but if I may scream into the void that is your inbox about Damsel… I would greatly appreciate it. I will not spoil it for you, but if you would like to watch the movie and not waste time, may I suggest the trailer?

The makeup for this movie was so bad. God awful. Made me want to jump out of my one story window and on to a cactus.

This is Elodie at the start of her day. She’s just been married, her makeup is on point (not at all historically accurate, but I will forgive it because this is ✨fantasy✨), and she is beautiful.

This is Elodie days later after she’s been bleeding, burned, sobbing, screaming, climbing, falling down, rolling around, etc.

Tell me why she still looks fine.

This is the end of the movie. Where the character should look horrid. She should look like she’s been to hell and back. She should not look like she is in a weird “express ur inner beauty 🐉 ⛓️ 🥀“ commercial.

Elodie should be covered in filth. Her makeup should be running down her face, surrounding her eyes and making her look like a raccoon. She shouldn’t be any semblance of clean in this moment.

Additionally, her hair should be messed up! Just before this scene she’s cut it herself with a knife to make use of it. At best, she should have strands of hair that are different lengths. Most accurately, she should have one piece of hair which is short while the rest remains long. (I realize this one is more on the costuming department, but I must point it out nonetheless.)

All of this really takes away from the end of the film where such a contrast is needed. Towards the end, there’s a very important part where she is next to characters who are incredibly clean and pristine. These people should be looking at her with horror due to her appearance, but she looks fine and therefore the impact is lessened greatly.

The image on the left is just before the big battle scene while the image to the right is the very end of the film. She really doesn’t look all that different and I’m! So! Disappointed!

..

…

Thank you 😔 also I am sorry for my grammar if you read this far.

You weren't lying like the entire movie is in that 3 minute trailer. That's both impressive and disappointing. Impressive because wow, we learned so much so quickly. Disappointing because you mean to tell me there's only 3 minutes worth of stuff. However. will say there may be info missing from said trailer and I'm being hasty

anyway. it's amazing to see how that final battle was so intense and scary and hard that it literally curled and styled her hair. most stories leave that detail out, so it's nice to see it included <3

wait are those. are those dragons on her crown? even if not now I'm thinking about dragon crowns. ozzy I love dragons so so much. the things I would do for a dragon. just to see one...

anyway. this is an excellent ramble about how women's beauty (and the western stereotype of beauty more specifically) and aesthetics are prioritized in media/life over the truth/reality of their experiences. they're not allowed to be real people, they have to look nice when they struggle, to be poised and appealing when suffering. a very frustrating trend.

i appreciate the rant, thank you for sharing :)

[ecoamerica]

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[buckets-and-trees]

Sketch of Sam and Natasha

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: Natasha x Sam

Word Count: 1k

Summary: When Natasha Romanov picks up Steve Rogers for one Lumerian Star rescue and recovery mission on the National Mall, it’s not the first time she’s encountered Sam Wilson.

Content Warnings: a couple of flirts, strangers to one-night stand to ???, reference to sexual intimacy, charming as hell Sam (needs a warning)

Additional Notes: Years ago I came across someone* putting up the theory that one could interpret the interaction between Sam and Nat in this iconic Captain America: The Winter Soldier scene as definitely NOT having been their first time – that the delicious chemistry there could be a re-meeting, and that has stuck with me ever since. So I humbly enter this as the seventh of the eight gifts for the 2022 Holiday Extravaganza…

*that someone was Mackie in an interview. I forgot. 😂

MISSION ALERT.

EXTRACTION IMMINENT.

MEET AT THE CURB. :)

Nat smirked as she added the little emoji at the end, then hit send. She was a goddamn ray of sunshine in Rogers’ life, and he better well appreciate it.

The light turned green, and she hit the gas, closing in on the dot tracking Steve’s location on the car’s GPS navigation system. She made the turn from Pennsylvania Avenue onto 3rd Street, and then revved the engine just as she pulled up to the curb.

As she turned her head, punching the button to roll down the passenger side window, she clocked him, and her heart skipped a beat in surprise, but she forced herself to take a steady breath and keep it cool.

“Hey, fellas,” she called out, glad she’d already formulated a clever line to roast Rogers and get things off to a good start this early in the morning, and continued, “either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he strode quickly forward. “That’s hilarious.”

Nat’s eyes focused on the other man though. The one Steve had been talking to. The one who was crouching down to get eye level with her. The one whose running shorts were riding up thick thighs she had the pleasure of appreciating up close three days ago. The one she didn’t really think she’d see again. The one she bumped into three times in the Trader Joe’s and unabashedly flirted with (because he was charming as hell and served it right back to her at a level of a true professional while somehow also being the most respectful flirt she’d ever engaged with).

[Three days ago…]

“Checking me out at the check-out, Red? I don’t know, that’s some serious romantic comedy stuff right there. One might even argue you conveniently timed this to seduce me.”

“What I’m hearing is you want me to seduce you,” Nat tosses back.

He has the nerve to drop his eyes for half a second, bashfully chuckling, before looking back up at her. “I imagine there are very few people who wouldn’t jump at the chance to be seduced by you.”

The two Trader Joe’s cashiers between them both oooh’ed at their exchange. The employee bagging groceries at Nat’s register isn’t quite done, but apparently must slip away and leaves the cashier to finish scanning and bagging the modest number of groceries.

That bagger was lightning fast, however, and returned with a bottle of shiraz two-buck Chuck. “On the house,” she said, slipping it in the bag with a wink. Nat shook her head, but all three of them grinned at each other. She had to admit sometimes even she was a sucker for how over the top a simple grocery store crew could be to make customers smile, as superfluous as it was in the face of all the shit going on in the world.

“I’m Sam, by the way,” the man said, as they both conveniently wrapped up their purchases at the same time, collecting their bags and heading for the door. “Sam Wilson. No need for introductions from you though.”

“I haven’t scared you off then. That’s good.”

“My mother raised me to treat women as the queens they are.” Again said in a tone that was equal parts charming flirt and genuine gentleman.

“So you gonna walk me home, Sam Wilson?”

He did.

When she invited him inside because it was only appropriate that they put the complimentary wine to good use, he agreed with the preface that he had only the best intentions and wouldn’t presume anything. She said if he played his cards right, he could presume away.

They broke open the wine but didn’t drink much of it. After a bit more sparkling conversation and some teasing touches, moving closer and closer on the couch, they abandoned their wine glasses and she did not regret kissing him into her bed where he brought her to ecstasy twice (worshipping her first, then seeking release together).

He asked her to point him to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth a few moments later. He read the mood and kissed her before starting to collect his clothes to get dressed. “I want to leave you my number, even though I have a hunch you can get all my contact information and full background check.”

She smirked.

“You already have it, don’t you.”

“A lady never tells.”

He laughed. “Shoulda known.”

“I didn’t read it yet – just a security clearance after the coffee aisle encounter to make sure you weren’t a security threat just in case.”

“And that’s on proper safety and vetting. But rather than being intimidated, it’s good to know you thought I was worth the check.”

He looked back over his shoulder at her as he laced up his shoes. She shrugged a shoulder but gave him a satisfied smile.

“Anytime you want to talk or not talk though, know that I’d take that call or text. No pressure. I imagine your life is pretty complicated, so this is me gracefully saying thank you for whatever heaven this was and no hard feelings if I’m not more than a one-night stand.”

Heated passion, charm, one of the least complicated bedroom exits, and leaving her with an inkling of wanting more?

Sam Wilson might be worth looking into again soon. She saved his contact in her phone.

[Back to present…]

As Sam crouched down, he smiled warmly at her. A polite but familiar tilt of his head, and then he gave her a respectful, “How you doin?’”

“Hey,” Nat returns, her smile -rare enough – a little softer than she was anticipating. The open invitation with no expectations was still clearly there. The confidence coupled with warmth resonated with her.

“You can’t run everywhere,” Steve throws out the window, oblivious to the subtext happening between her and Sam.

“No, you can’t.”

She continued to lock eyes with him, the smile still stuck on her face, and if she revved the engine as she pulled out because he was revving something low inside of her, she’d read into that later.

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Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 13

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Pairing (Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle. Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

AGES OC Luaewe-22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo'ak-21 Tuktirey-10 Ao'nung-23 Tsireya-21

Warnings- Aftermath of Tulkun Death, Scenting, Smut, Protected sex ( let me know if I missed anything)

Neteyam and a couple of the clans' men walked out of the ocean spears in hand, they completed the last stage of their Iknimaya. I watched intensely as my eyes scanned his body making sure he was ok. As my eyes peered up I couldn’t help but smile, he was wearing the hair tie I gave him when we went to hunt for crystals.

Another warrior sounded the horn for us to gather at the center and I followed foot with my mom standing beside me. She too was happy to see all the young men get their title.

Tonowari and the group of men walked into the center with the men standing beside him. “The journey to becoming a warrior is not easy and surely isn’t for everyone… It takes strength, durability, patience, and many more traits that these young warriors have exhibited never backing down from a challenge.

And the last test proved that, awa’altlu join us in celebration of our new warriors!” Tonowari ended with a gleeful shout. Causing everyone to cheer along with him. I watched Neteyam with a wide smile. I could tell he was searching the crowd vigorously. It wasn't until his eyes locked with me when he smiled.

‘You did a good job mighty warrior’ I signed making him look away shyly for only a moment. “ Oh my gosh Neteyam I’m so happy for you!” An annoying voice pulled me out of my thoughts it was the girl. She was running towards Neteyam but he didn’t notice, not until she wrapped her hands around him smothering her face in his chest.

What happened to hi, hello? Who the fuck runs up to someone and does that? I rolled my eyes and watched the scene play out. He locked eyes with me again begging for me to do something. ‘ save me please!’ He mouthed making me burst out laughing completely shoving my sour mood out the window.

“ ack that must be the girl Neytiri was talking about.” My mother said in disgust. I chuckled and nodded my head.

“Yup, pure worms for brains. If you will excuse me I have to go save someone.” She patted my shoulder and gently shoved me forward. I started walking and it was as if she sensed me behind her. She still held on but looked back. She tried to look intimidating as Neteyam stood there with his shoulders pushed up and his hands out not wanting to touch her.

“Neteyam, how about we go somewhere to talk? I have to tell you something.” She said in a sultry voice I scoffed and moved closer.

“That won’t be happening.” She looked back and rolled her eyes quickly turning around and looked up at Neteyam who was making eye contact with me. “Now if you would remove your hands.” I said while grasping her arms and forcibly removing them from him.

She winced and jumped back. “ I need to tend to his wounds.” I grasped his hand and practically tugged him away. I could tell he was smirking satisfied with what I did. I already knew his family rushed back to their mauri to prepare a mini celebration for him but he didn’t know that plus I actually did need to tend to his wounds.

As I tugged along I felt him pull me back, spinning me around causing me to crash right into his chest. I squished up my face at the attempt of her trying to scent him. I quickly reached up to his neck pulling him down sticking my face into the crevice of his neck putting my scent on him and biting down before I pulled back. No other woman was going to put their scent on him and get away with it he’s mine!

As I pulled away he pulled me back but this time into a kiss. His spear was pressed against my back as he deepened the kiss. “ I’m proud of you,” I said once we pulled away. He smiled and caressed my face. “Thank you.” I smirked and pulled him down so that I could get close to his ear.

“ I have a surprise for you later,” I whispered. He pulled away slowly and cocked his head to the side with a mischievous expression. I gently pat the side of his face and intertwine my fingers with him, leading us back to his mauri.

The walk back was nothing but mixed flirtatious advances. If he didn’t have his hands wrapped around my waist he was scenting me as I walked. He even tried to pick me up but I swatted his hand away. PDA might be normal but the way he wanted to hold me would insinuate something else.

I pulled back the beaded drape hanging on the door. As soon as we both stepped in everyone shouted. “CONGRATULATIONS Neteyam!” He looked at all of them with such a gleeful smile, I couldn’t help but smile myself.

“Neteyam, we made your favorite!” Tuk said while practically jumping up and down. He chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair. “Is that so?” He said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Well, we tried obviously some stuff we couldn’t get,” Kiri said as he removed the covers on the plate.

I tapped his hand making him look down at me. “Go eat, I’ll get the medicine from your mom.”

His eyebrows knitted together confused by my comment. “ I don’t need it I’m fine.” I hissed and slipped out of his hand.

“ I don’t want to hear it go sit and eat! You literally have gashes on your back! Talking about you don’t need it.” I scoffed and walked off into the mauri. “What you need to do is sit and you’ve been in the ocean for hours.” I turned around and placed my hands on my hips. Everyone had already sat down it was only us who were left standing up.

Neteyam raised his brows with a smirk planted on his face. “Son if I taught you anything I would listen to her,” Jake said while biting into his share of the fish. Neytiri came back with a collection of her various ointments and herbs. I gave her a thank you and took my place at the table with Neteyam joining me.

He leaned in and pulled me closer making me shake my head. “Does someone need to be taught a lesson?….talking to their mate like that?” He whispered in my ear teasingly. I tried to keep a discreet face as chills shot down my spine. “It’s you who needs to be taught a lesson just because you’re a warrior now you don’t intimidate me,” I whispered back. He chuckled and pulled back giving me a look I’d never seen before.

“Lo'ak, when are you going to invite Tsireya over?” Neytiri asked, I rolled my eyes to myself already knowing the answer.

“Probably never Mom.” He said in an annoyed voice. “ I’m not ready for seykxel.”

“Oh you mean you want to continue fooling around with girls,” Jake said nonchalantly. Neytiri gasped with her eyes shooting back to Lo'ak and Lo'ak shooting his dad an angry look.

“Is this true?” She asked I picked up my plate getting ready to leave the table. There was no place for me… Neteyam watched me and followed foot. He grabbed the basket and we walked to his room while Kiri practically pulled Tuk out of the mauri.

I finished up my food quickly and rinsed my hands to start patching him up. I cleaned his back of while observing the damage. “The fight must have been hard.” I said while grabbing the crushed yanabark to mix into the ointment.

“Yeah, it wasn’t easy it was just our luck that the damn thing was out there.” I smoothed the paste onto him and I couldn’t help but think about how this would be a common thing in our future. Him coming home from hunts and me patching him up.

“It was the will of Eywa we usually stay clear of those animals so perhaps it was-“A loud knock cut me off making both of us turn around a look to see what was going on. We both listened in and I quickly but correctly wrapped his back up in a protective bandage. We got up and walked towards the center.

“It is better you come and see,” Tonowari said. I looked up at Neteyam with a confused face and he finally spoke up.

“We do not know but since you are here it’s probably best that you come too.” He said followed by turning around to leave.

And so did we. I held onto Neteyam's waist as we rode out past the reef. It wasn't until I saw Ronal spring from her ilu that I realized what had happened.

Roa, her spirit sister, was gone. She let out a choked wail and turned to Tonowari as her hand was placed on the now deceased tulkun. “Tonowari, what is this!….she had just birthed a calf she did not deserve this!” My hands slid away from Neteyam as I felt the gravity of the moment. The Tulkun are our family, we share stories and precious memories…how could someone do such a thing?

I felt his hand try to grab me back but I slid away and swam up to Ronal. She was crying her eyes out and all they could do was sit there not even Tonowari moved. This was his mate!

Yes, they were all probably shocked but still…

I quickly embraced her only for the wails to increase. “My baby will no longer be able to meet hers, no more singing…, no more stories it’s all gone!” I rubbed her back and finally, Tonowari moved from his spot and pulled her into his arms. My back brushed up against the frigid body sending chills down my spine.

I placed my hand on the side of her face and said a quick prayer but as soon as my hand made contact an overflowing dam of emotion hit me. The situation itself was devastating but I do not have time for these ‘gifts’ to bombard me now-

No….no this can’t be. I touch her one last time and pull away quickly shutting my eyes tight in the process. If only I listened to what Eywa was trying to show me I might have been able to prevent this….

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” I heard Jake curse on the other side of Roa naturally pulling me out of my thoughts. I swam over to find him with an angered face looking at the puncture wound in Roa’s fin. “What is that?” I asked hesitantly

“It's one of the RDA’s things,” he said rubbing his temples. But who was the RDA?

The sharp his from Neytiri shocked me, to say the least, she had nothing but anger painted on her face. These people must not be good… I mean they already went good since they killed two tulkun and only Eywa knows how many more.

“Those damn demons, why won’t they just leave us alone?” But even in her fit of anger, I could tell there was more to the story.

-

I clung onto Neteyam as I watched my clan get riled up. Jake's efforts to be heard were not working though I and some others were listening many were performing one of many battle rituals. Neteyam suddenly grabbed the contraption from his dad making me unlatch from him.

“ You guys need to listen my dad knows what he’s talking about! These people these humans I need everyone to think and use their head. If they can kill a tulkun what makes you think we have the power to kill them all?!” He said in a frustrated tone as he held up the orange object.

“We know firsthand how dangerous these people are and how bad it gets when you fight back. You all know about the many lives my clan has lost due to these people so why is it so hard for you to listen!?” Some jumped back started by the tone in his voice while others stood there realizing what he was saying. He let out a sigh of relief and handed the thing back to his dad while taking his spot back and pulling me closer.

“You need to tell the tulkun to leave-“

“ LEAVE!? That’s crazy they can not leave we will protect them!” Ronal said. Jake shook his head.

“You telling them to leave is protecting them if they stay here more will die!…. If they are stabbed with this they are marked for death!” Both Tonowari and Ronal looked at each other and nodded their head.

“Go…GO tell the tulkun to leave.”

“If any of them get marked with this come and get me I know how to disable it,” Jake said while handing over the object.

-

“Where are you taking me!” He said while chuckling. I was carefully guiding him into the jungle with his eyes blindfolded. Despite the sad event that happened earlier I didn’t want to pass on my promise I made.

“Hm, maybe we need to start those lessons up again because it seems like a certain warrior doesn’t know how to have patience,” I said teasingly.

One day I was out collecting herbs for Ronal and I found the place I’m taking him to now. I pre-decorated it this morning and managed to wrap up some food and brought it there after the unexpected meeting. I made up some excuse and he bought it.

“ I wouldn’t mind an extra lesson or two from my favorite teacher.” Even with the blindfold over his eyes I could tell he was flirting with them. I rolled my eyes and playfully scoffed.

I went up on my tippy toes and slowly untied the cloth. “ surprise!” I cheered loudly while jumping in front of him. He had the widest smile on his face and I quickly grabbed his hand and walked towards the entrance of the little cavern I found.

I didn’t have to do much decorating there were already a whole bunch of flowers and little glow worms. “You did all this for me?” I turned around and nodded my head

We sat down on the Wolven blanket, and he was still looking at everything. “But this is really what I wanted to give you.”

He raised his brow but his expression quickly changed once I revealed what was in one of the baskets. His hands smoothed over the woven details on the battle band I made for him.

I originally wanted to update the one from his original clan but it didn’t feel right. That was his first one and what he had left from the forest. Even though I had good intentions I didn’t want to take that away from him.

“Ma Luaewae. Thank you so much for this.” He looked up with soft eyes and pulled me closer into a kiss.

“I wanted you to have your own version, you're also a warrior here now. We might not wear these but I thought it might be a good idea to tie both clans together.” He chuckled and nodded his head.

“It’s a brilliant idea I’ll wear it whenever I go hunting. Thank you ma Oare.” He brought me in for another kiss causing me to giggle. “Now what’s this other stuff?” He asked while taking a look behind me. I smiled and squeezed his shoulders.

“ I made food! Oh and then your dad let me borrow the thing you watch movies on….um but I didn’t know what any of them said so I just picked a random one.” He looked at me with soft eyes and I couldn’t help but nuzzle my face into the crevice of his neck.

“All of this is perfect.” He kissed the side of my face and I pulled back so that I could set up the food.

-

I looked up at him as he watched the movie intently. The people were fighting on the screen he seemed to be interested but I don’t really care to watch “ ‘teyam.” His eyebrows raised as he placed the berry into his mouth while his gaze dropped to me. I let out a light sigh and slid my hand across his lap slowly making him smirk. “Yes, ma Oare?”

I bit my lip I don’t even know if I should do this…especially after all that has happened today. “ I wan- can we…”I let out a frustrated sigh making him chuckle, pulling me onto his lap and caressing the side of my face.

“I want to make this official…let’s mate for real.” I finally managed to spit out. His eyes grew wide with shock. He placed his hands on my waist and rubbed his thumbs over my skin. “Really, are you ready? I’m not in a rush or anything- I don’t want you to feel pressured or anyth-“ I chuckled at his flustered expression but it warmed my heart that he was more worried about if I was ready.

“ ‘teyam.” I giggled he looked at me doe-eyed and I caressed the side of his face. “ I’m ready.” I said in a calm tone. He tilted his head and raised a brow. What was he thinking?

“Are you sur- no what is the actual reason you want me to mate you?” He asked in a worried tone. I bit my lip and looked away only for him to turn my head back gently with his finger.

“ I want to be one with you… too many things have been happening and with Roa, it’s like it solidified everything that was ‘shown’ to me-“ he raised his brow again. “Shown to you? Like visions?”

I shook my head, “No, it's like feelings sometimes the other senses… but I don’t want to be without you… I just can’t shake this feeling-“ his large hands rubbed my back making my head dip.

“ I’m not going anywhere ma Oare.” He kissed my forehead trying to comfort me. “ I just want to be your mate…..I can’t protect you if I can’t feel you're in danger.” I whispered the last part hoping he wouldn’t hear but of course he did. He lifted my face up and kissed me. “You're right, where would I be without my tiny protector?” He said while smirking.

I pecked his only for him to pull me back in deepening the kiss. I gasped feeling something hard press against me. He left no room for failure and slipped his tongue in. His hands trailed to my back tugging on the string of my top as if he were asking if he could take it off.

I gave him a small confirming hum and he didn’t waste any time getting it undone. “ I am not tiny,” I said in between kisses. He chuckled and swiftly laid me on my back as he towered over me. “ I beg to differ.” He gently pulled on my top making it slide off. I instinctively brought my hands up to cover them. I wasn’t extremely self-conscious about my body but it didn’t take a genius to see that my body was different than most na’vi.

He frowns slightly and brushed his thumb against my forearm. “No need to hide from me, pretty girl.” I bit my lip and shook my head. “No no, I can just get on my knees and you do it from the back. They are too big- no maybe there’s another position. I don’t like how fat my ass lo-“ He cut me off with a hiss now causing me to look at him with doe eyes.

“These.” He said while tapping the back of my hand that held my breast. “ are perfect I do not care how big or small they are, they are perfect because they are on you.” He said while making direct contact “And this.” I gasp feeling him grope my ass from under me though his eyes were filled with lust his voice was sincere. “You've got the best ass I've ever seen, you make it very hard not to grab you and play with it every time I see you.” He moved to my neck slowly sucking on the skin causing me to let go of my boobs and cling to him.

“ I love every single inch of your body and don’t think for a second that it’s imperfect got it?” He said rather sternly as he pulled back. I nodded my head and he smirked. He rolled his hips onto me and my attempt to hold back the moan failed. “ this is proof.” he said while grinding his hard-on into my soaked loincloth. “You're the only one that makes me this way…..you are the only one I want.”

I looked into his eyes looking for any sign of doubt but there was none. I was wasting my time trying to find any. I dragged his face closer to mine and smiled. “Then take me.” He smirked and filled the space between us linking our lips.

His other hand slid down my side until it reached my loincloth. He tugged on the fabric and I nodded my head. It wasn’t long before he threw it somewhere, I gasped feeling his finger grazing my clit.

He let out a sultry chuckle and looked down at his hand pulling his hand up to his mouth, my eyes grew wide he was gonna lick them! I quickly grabbed his hand but he already had his slick-covered fingers in his mouth.

“Delicious mind if I get a better taste?”

“ huh? Taste what.” He leaned down and kissed me desperately making me let out a moan. “Your pussy, I wanna taste it.” And I thought I was vulgar, I bit my lip and nodded slowly. He smirked moving his face from mine, placing little kisses from my breast down the rest of my torso until he reached my clit.

He muttered unrecognizable words and gently pushed my legs back, getting a quick glance of his eyes before he went down on me, only increasing the fire that was burning in me.

“ ‘teyam.” I moaned out as his tongue lapped my folds and it only increased once he began to suck and moan against me. Him sliding his fingers in me was only going to send me overboard. I lowered my legs trying to grind against him but he pulled away. “Wa-what why did you-“ he pushed my legs back into their place letting a growl leave his lips. I lifted my head up confused but it wasn’t until I saw his face that I learned my mistake. “Keep ‘em up or I stop.”

I quickly grab the underside of my thighs letting out a shuddered breath as he connects back to my clit working effortlessly to get an orgasm out of me. And it was working I felt him smirk against me “That’s right let it go.” I gasped letting my legs drop for a second but quickly grabbed them as he picked up pace.

My moans were muffled by his lips slamming on mine “ cum for me.” His deep lust filled voice set me off. I could no longer hold onto my thighs my hands shot up trying to grab onto something. I ground into his palm as he pumped his fingers in me arching them in the perfect position. “That’s it ride it out, baby.”

“ ‘ teyam!” He lowered his face into the crevice of my neck sucking onto the skin not holding back while grazing my teeth against my neck.

I let out a labored breath as my climax slipped away. He cupped my face with the hand that wasn’t covered in my slick and kissed me. “ I need you.” I said against his lips “We need a condom.” He pulled back looking around, my eyes trailed down from his face to his chiseled chest. “ I would have brought one but I didn’t think we were gonna-“ I let out a breathy chuckle

“It’s in the basket in the pouch.” His eyes shot back at me and let out a laugh. “Ah so you had this planned all along huh?” I playfully winked at him making him shake his head. “ I’m always two steps ahead…no, but seriously, I added it last minute.” He smirked.

“Good thing you did.” He said as he moved back I grabbed the condom out of his hands shocking him. I found the point and gently grasped the base of his cock. I knew he was big but fuck was he thick. “Hm you think it will fit?” I said while looking up at him, he was sat on the back of his heels looking down at me watching me. I gave him a little stroke causing him to let out a deep grunt. “ I’ll make it fit.”

I carefully slid the condom on keeping eye contact with him. He rubbed his hands down his face and shook his head while smiling. “You know you’re a big tease.” He huffed out.

I got up from my seated position and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Then teach me the lesson you said you were earlier.” Our lips connected dancing together sweetly with the same fire and desire laced with each movement.

He hooked his arm behind my back and laid us down. “You ready ma Oare?”

“Yes, make me yours.” I said while looking into his eyes. “You've been mine from the moment I saw you.” He said while smirking, he positioned himself at my entrance and began to slowly push in. My breath hitched at his plump tip trying to get in. “Breathe… I’m gonna take it slow… I’m not gonna hurt you.” I nodded my head as my chest continued to rise and fall. “If it hurts, you need to tell me.”

I nodded my head again, “No I need words, sweetie.” He said calmly, brushing his thumb on my cheek. “Yes…I'll tell you.” He smiled and kissed my forehead making me close my eyes briefly. “Good girl.” His fingers moved to my clit rubbing circles to ease the tight fit. A spew of curses escaped his lips ever so often as he inched in, it wasn’t until the tingles came back that I hooked my legs around him trying to push him in more.

He began to thrust into me pulling his hand back from my clit and sliding both of his hands under my head. “ fu-shi nete” I gripped his shoulders as he started picking up the pace slowly.

“Look at that ma pretty girl can’t even form sentences anymore, and we are just getting started.” I pulled his body closer to me. I didn’t like the space, I was a moaning mess. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone walked by and heard us. “ I’m never letting you go. You're mine and mine alone ma Oare fuck you’re making it so hard for me not to just pound into you!” He nipped my neck making mew out.

“Do it. I want you deep.” He let out a breathy chuckle as he rolled his hip into me “ aah” he picked up the pace making me grip him tighter arching my back. He lifted my ass up angling his cock straight to my g-spot and he didn’t spare me a second to adjust.

The squelching from my pussy echoed off the wall mixed with our moans, that had me clenching around him relentlessly. He cursed out as he pounded into me bottoming out with every stroke with his tip kissing my cervix, and the top of his knot repeatedly hitting my entrance begging for me to let it in. The burning sensation from my kuru was enough to let me know it was time. I grabbed it from beside me as he swung his from his back. I watched as the tendrils revealed themselves as we inched the ends closer together.

They entwined together making us both let out a harsh gasp. I watched pupils dilate as he looked directly at me. The electrifying feeling overtook my body. I felt everything he was feeling and it was pushing me to the edge. He dipped his face back into the crevice of my neck and I hooked my arms around his neck once more as he rutted into me.

“Fuck Nga yawne lu oer.” I managed to get out between moans. He kissed my neck but instead of pulling away like he always does he bit down pushing me over the edge unexpectedly. I dug my nails into his back making him growl against me. I let out an unrecognizable scream as he pounded into me faster

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned out breathlessly. “Do it cum in me I want you to cum in me!” With one last pump, he came, growling against my ear as he continued to thrust into me trying to stuff his knot inside me but he held back.

I watched as his chest moved up and down speedily as his thrust came to a stop. My hands moved up to his face and I pulled him down pecking his lips. We were mated for life he was mine and I was his. Nothing and I mean nothing. Will take him from me. “ I’m not going anywhere ma Oare I’m here.”

He pulled out of me tossing the condom somewhere in the cave, he quickly pulled me on top of him and I laid my head on his chest listing to his heartbeat, taking in every feeling from our connection as my eyes slowly closed.

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[harrison-abbott]

Wind flaps at the curtains, sucking them in at the edge of the open glass

In icy whites and greys, mixed with cloudy blue and the green reflections

Of the summer trees across the street. It’s not icily cold; frostily coloured:

With the clouds flung across the sky and these mad brief pelts of rain in

Snaps and rushes, making smells with the long warm concrete road.

You turn in and out of dreams you’ll never remember; the weather with

Control of the unconscious; these imitations of dreams and characters from

The past which seems o so long ago, now – in this bridge-like era of days.

You used to be somebody: a boy compared to the man you are now and yet,

Like with boyish confusion you still haven’t figured out what to do next.

Maybe you’ll fail; perhaps you won’t; maybe you’ll prosper; who can know?

 Get up from the bed and put the jeans boxers and socks on and yomp

Downstairs where the radio’s blaring full blast and the kettle when it boils

Cannot overcome the English voices yammering from the speakers and you

Make a cup of tea and return upstairs and return to this book (set mostly in

World War One, in France, the trenches; a famous novel, which you find

Readable enough and yet it’s not linguistically that impressive and the war

Scenes are powerful but you don’t really find the erotic bits in any way sexy

Or give much of a damn about the love story tied to the main character) and

Because you’ve just woken up it’s a little tricky to concentrate on the words.

 Alongside the myriad crash and ripple of the leaves flying in the wind.

You put on this TV show you’ve been watching [also very famous; HBO;

Household names; award winners; regularly in all-time lists] and the music

Is amazing at the start and you were watching it late last night and it probably

Contributed to your weird uncomfortable dreams. Yes, the soundtrack is great

And all the actors jump right in their with their whiplash dialogue; this absurd

Mixture of wit, rage, glee & mockery, all bunged up in plush American rooms.

Every scene exudes the top 1% of wealth and every person in it is a total

Bastard and you wonder how on earth you want to watch what they do.

But, you do – you keep watching them – and, one supposes that’s the

Power of fiction; lures you into an enticing realm of make-believe which

You morally don’t agree with?

 You wonder whether the superrich really are like this and yet you know of

Real families which don’t have nearly the same amount of wealth (although

You don’t know any rich folks anyway so you can’t really comment) and whom

Are notorious for infighting, both physical and verbal; and have worked in

All kids of joints where the colleagues snipe and bitch and holler and rat each

Other out at all kinds of explosive angles, and so it’s not that other worldly:

And perhaps that’s how we relate. … The episodes last for an hour and by the

End of this one you get a bit pent up with all of that aggro so you decide to

Do something else and bounce out down to the shop for some bread and fruit.

 A walk back through the woody path, all the whiles these gnashing showers

Which only last a minute or two with their clouds racing elsewhere high above.

 You go back to that novel when you get home; there’s a battle scene in there.

It seems staggering that all of that (WWI) only happened just over a century back.

The sheer waste of life is hard to comprehend; albeit these gory shelling scenes

Perhaps give a glimpse. You remember somebody saying to you, personally, that

You wouldn’t last long in a war, “You’d probably die really quickly,” being the

Insult … And, well, yeah – you don’t fancy artillery or barbed wire or bayonets,

And, yes, you did get battered a lot when you were younger, right here, in the city

You grew up in, right down there on that road through the open window: and you

Remember people making similar jokes about those incidents, too; as if violence

Were something flippant or toyish, something to crack a dig over. But you try

And block that out and you read fifty or so pages more and take a break.

 Some inclination reminds you of an old movie you used to watch as a kid.

Nothing particular triggers the memory, it just appears there. And that – the film –

Also had a neat soundtrack. So you read onto the internet and type in the name

Of the theme. And just listen to it on your phone. Small volume. The music arises.

In little bobbles of noise all clung together in lilting dips and bounds, light and

Articulate and bending in ease. You close your eyes and trade your imagination

With the sound; and try to figure whether it makes you feel like a child again.

You grew up with this piece of music and part of you makes you wish you

Could head back into history again, and do things differently with your days;

And another side of you feels upset that you’re 30 years old, now; and even

There’s a small sadness that it might not have the same power over you as it

Did in boyhood … but predominantly, there’s a safeness in the noise: a type

Of security, knowing that it’s still there and nothing can destroy it. And that,

Whenever you’re feeling a little bit low you can scout this song out again.

Because you needed to be a boy, once, to get here anyway. You’re still here, too.

 [3 July 2023].

[breitzbachbea]

Character Introductions in Irish Problems - Old vs. New

As a celebration with myself for finishing the first three chapters of the Irish Problems rewrite, I thought I'd compare the first appearance of the ten POV characters in the old draft (written between 2013 & 2015) with the ones in the new draft (written between 2022 & 2023). I haven't done my paper proofread yet nor had a Beta-reader look over it, so these moments may be subject to change. Still, I wanted to take a snapshot of my growth and achievements, so here we go!

Harry O'Connel

Old: And the ivy still entwined around the wooden trellis drilled into the bricks of the front, the windowsills were still green just like the door after Aaron had been gone for four years. His son didn’t mind the look of the house either; he actually did not care about it all. Harry O’Connel had far worse problems occupying his mind than how the ivy slowly started to grow over the window of his study.

“How did that happen?!” Harry thought out loud, tapping his fingers on the table. “Why can’t my life for once go in a good direction?! Why can’t this job for once not be a total pain in the arse?! Why can’t something in this godforsaken country work for just once! The state’s a total catastrophe and the organized crime. How?!”

Chewing on his lower lip, he looked out of the window and let the thoughts ramble on in his head.

(Chapter 1, Scene 1)

New: The windowsills outside were still painted green as the ivy slowly overgrew the window. A lamp on the old but sturdy desk lit the room, to help the few rays of light that still made it through the leaves. It was a nice summer day outside in Dublin.

Elbows on the desk and hands over his head, Harry O’Connel was hunched over it.

“Where’s the money going,” he mumbled to himself.

(Chapter 1, Scene 1)

Paddy O'Neill

Old: “I keep telling you to get help somewhere, Harry” Paddy said and Harry rolled his eyes.

“I can’t be helped in any way anymore but thanks for your concern for the poor sinner” he replied to his bodyguard.

The huge man leaning against the wall beside the window lifted his shoulders for a deep breath and let them drop again, an annoyed frown on his face but it faded quickly.

(Chapter 1, Scene 1)

New: He received no answer from the man who sat on the other side of the desk. Harry lifted his head and caught Paddy O’Neill staring out of the window. Aside from the tiredness, which was mirrored in Harry’s own bones, there was a special weariness in his eyes.

The mournful look had faded some when he looked at Harry. The hunched shoulders made the giant of a man, two metres tall and seemingly a metre wide, appear awkwardly small.

His voice was as deep as ever. “Living. The going isn’t as much of a problem, but the fact that there isn’t any new coming in. Which was also always your father’s problem, especially during the last years of his life.” Paddy sighed, almost inaudibly. “And it seems that after four years of living mostly off his deposit, we’re already at the end of our rope.” His voice had grown more tired over the course of his explanation.

(Chapter 1, Scene 1)

Charlie Higgins

Old: “But how?” he asked. “I need connections for this and my only real connection is Gavin. We can’t just jump into this European mess and hope somebody wants to help us before someone else has already gobbled us up.”

“Did somebody say connections?” Charlie said, entering the room.

Harry looked to the door which Charlie just closed. Turning to him, he had the smug grin on his face that Harry knew for almost 24 years by now.

Right now, he was not exactly in the mood for it.

The other young Irishman kept grinning: “I just waited for the cue to make my entrance.”

(Chapter 1, Scene 1)

New: The front door closed and the world was reduced to his dusty office and the voices of his two right hands downstairs.

“What brawl did you get into, lad?” Paddy asked Charlie.

“The brawl of love,” Charlie replied and Harry rolled his eyes. “A tug of touches, if you want and I came out on top. Don’t worry about the dark circles under my eyes either, these bags are the result of a night well-spent.”

“Alright, that’s all the detail that I need,” Paddy cut him off and Charlie chuckled.

“I needed less,” Harry said to himself.

The staircase wailed as if the combined weight was going to be the end of it.

Charlie Higgins stepped into the study first and Harry immediately spotted what they had been talking about. Dressed in a casual beige summer suit, the dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, the hickeys on his neck stood out as much as the bags under his eyes. His sunglasses hung from one of his suit’s chest pockets.

“There you are,” Harry said. “Did you take all morning to rearrange that bird’s nest on your head?”

The smile on Charlie’s face waned, but it didn’t vanish. His eyes were tired and glazed over.

“Perfection takes time, since this ‘bird’s nest’,” he did air quotes, “doesn’t come as naturally to my hair as it does to yours.”

(Chapter 1, Scene 1)

Soph O'Connel

Old (voice): “Hello?” he answered with a pissed voice.

“Good morning, Mister Grumpy and I-don’t-bother-to-tell-other-people-that-I’m-still-alive” the voice on the other side of the call answered, female and sarcastic in tone.

“Soph!” Harry said surprised.

“Yes, I! Your little sister who is actually worried about you idiot!” Sophie O’Connel gave back upset. “Come on! Just one little call after you arrived down there would have been enough!”

(Chapter 3, Scene 2)

Old (in person): Sophie was worried.

She was always worried about her brother – if it was for his damn business or the fact he was a stupid twat – but now she was worried worried and not even her sheep could distract her.

“He promised to call me each noon”, she told Willow, who grazed in front of the stone she was sitting on. Willow was an old mother sheep and a real good listener – she wasn‘t good at conversation though.

(Chapter 5, Scene 1)

New: Charlie had barely made it down the stairs when keys turned in the front door.

Harry frowned and looked down from the landing.

The next moment, the door was thrown open and Sophie O’Connell almost ran into Charlie.

“Huh?!” She stopped for a second, but rushed past him right after. “Hi Charlie!” She rushed past the stairs. “Hey Paddy!”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Harry leant over the railing and looked after her as she disappeared into the living room.

“Did the school go up in flames, or …?” Charlie asked. “Would explain the missing jacket.”

“I wish!” Soph answered. “But I forgot my PE bag this morning!” Her stomping and the dull sound of cushions being moved around stopped. “Ugh, I hate running!”

(Chapter 1, Scene 1)

Michele Vento

Old: And finally a person appeared from the pitch-black.

The man was slender, but not too tall. Maybe one or two centimetres taller than Harry. Long coat, hat. The frizzy hair was brown and tied to a loose ponytail. His skin was tanned.

“Buona sera, signori” he said with a soft, but deep voice. Italian, no doubt.

(Chapter 1, Scene 2)

New: It was a beautiful summer day in Palermo. August was less than two weeks away, together with its heat, and life was bustling in some regards and already crawling to a halt in others, all in preparation for finally lying down completely.

The sun hadn’t ventured far enough west yet for any shade to cool the office’s façade, but that didn’t matter. When Michele Vento entered the building, the staircase was as dim and cool as ever. He appreciated the breeze and readjusted his suit. The split second of bright natural he had left he wondered if it had been a good idea to neglect the stone floor during the renovations. Then the heavy wooden door fell shut behind him and the staircase was encased in darkness.

He reached for the light switch and began to climb the stairs. “Hello? Marco? Lorenzo?” He reached the first landing and opened the office door.

(Chapter 2, Scene 1)

Marco & Lorenzo Bontade

Old: A small smile wandered onto his face again: “Of course, Signore O’Connel. But before we start, let me introduce my partners here ̶ the Signori Bontade.”

The two men didn’t say anything, only lowered their sunglasses. It was so synchronously that it made Harry’s heart skip a beat. Like puppets, he thought as Vento carried on:

“My guards and loyal helpers.”

“Ah” was all Harry could get out before clearing his throat. “Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all ours” they said in unison once more with a grin this time before sharing a look. Their features softened, looking impish and Harry lost any bad feeling he had about them before.

“Or all yours?” the one to the left asked.

“We always mix it up” the right one explained.

Vento put a hand up; the smile on his face was gone: “That’s enough you two.”

They pushed their sunglasses back on, but the puppet effect was as gone as their displayed boredom.

(Chapter 2, Scene 1)

New: “Yeah Michele?” Marco Bontade called.

“What’s up?” Lorenzo Bontade added.

Michele half hadn’t expected an answer. When he had been in this morning, the twins hadn’t been around.

“Oh, so you made it in, marvellous!”

“Why do you sound surprised?” Marco asked. A moment later, he showed up in the doorframe of the office that he shared with his brother.

“We’ve had a few things to fix at home this morning,” Lorenzo said and joined his brother.

The same washed-out blue jeans, the same white sneakers and the same silver watches on their arms. Marco wore an old Caparezza T-Shirt, while the lousy, counterfeit “Mikimix” stitching on Lorenzo’s had seen far better days.

“Which we told you about,” they said in unison.

(Chapter 2, Scene 1)

Tahir Rashid

Old: “You’re the third one to interrupt me minding my own business and I swear Bailey, If you don’t have a good reason you will be the first one I take my anger out on” Tahir Rashid had threatened the taller blond when somebody tapped his shoulder with a “Oi!” while he had been occupied with this morning’s issue of The Independent lying on the table of their conference room.

(Chapter 3, Scene 3) New: There was no need to let the shutters down to keep out the nosy public, since all glass in the huge windows was one-ways. Nor was there a need to fight the humid London summer, should the sun peak out from underneath the clouds, with so many taller surrounding buildings throwing shades and the only window in the room north-facing.

Tahir Rashid liked his privacy, however, so the shutters were partially shut while he finished his issue of The Independent at his desk. Once finished, he closed it and straightened it out. Before he put it into the paper holder on his desk, to be disposed of later, he took a last look at the date. 25th of July.

There were no new notifications on his smartphone and no calls on his landline. He stood up and retrieved his suit jacket from its hook on the side of a shelf. After he had buttoned it up and adjusted the rest of his appearance, he stepped out of the room.

(Chapter 2, Scene 3)

Robert Bailey

Old: He heard the door open, followed by a “Sir?”

Arthur turned towards Robert Bailey, who just entered the room, his boss having a frown on his face: “Did you just enter my office without knocking, Mister Bailey?”

“The rumours are just got proven right and I think that this information is rather important so I didn’t want to waste time, Sir.”

Now Arthur cocked one of his thick eyebrows, still unimpressed: “It’s still not very gentlemanly to just enter my office without knocking.”

Robert sighed: “Since we found out that from all the Sicilian clans he begs Vento I didn’t really bother with being a gentleman this time.”

(Chapter 3, Scene 3)

New: “To be fair to them,” King said and held Tahir’s gaze when he looked over to him. “A goose is unpredictable.”

“Without enough preparation,” Jones began, both pointer fingers raised to underscore her statement, but she was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps.

Robert Bailey came upstairs, oblivious of everyone else as he adjusted his suit jacket. Tahir rolled his eyes.

It didn’t need his intervention for Robert to look up and notice the congregation around the table. “The fuck’s going on here?” he asked with one eyebrow raised and a frown on his face.

“Battle planning,” Jones said. Miah nodded in agreement.

“For the weekend?” Robert asked.

“Afraid not,” Tahir said and Robert’s attention skipped to him for a second.

(Chapter 2, Scene 3)

Arthur Kirkland

Old: It could have been a nice day since it didn’t rain like it usually did in London. Arthur Kirkland however, had too much problems to enjoy it.

Besides, grey skies and rain tapping against the window of his office would have fit his mood way better.

“Why couldn’t you little pathetic leprechaun just stay there in your hole and die slowly?” the Englishman snarled, trying to read the Guardian for the third time this morning but once again without success. He just couldn’t concentrate since there was maybe a problem.

(Chapter 3, Scene 3)

New: “Yes?” The voice was muffled by the door.

“Mister Bailey could finally join us, Sir,” Tahir said and maintained eye-contact with Robert who rolled his eyes.

“Do you think you get paid to be a prick?”

“Do you think you get paid to be a slob?” Tahir smirked.

“Oh, it’s you, come in.”

Tahir opened the door. Exposed brick framed the large window at the back of the room, before the plaster, painted in mint-green, took over the walls. The massive desk could have belonged to the Victorian factory owner that had resided here a whole century ago.

Arthur Kirkland sat behind it. The jacket of his suit was hung over the backrest of one of the visitor’s chairs and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to the middle of his lower arms. The messy blonde hair was as kempt as it would ever be and the big bushy eyebrows weren’t furrowed in annoyance or anger.

“Good morning,” Arthur said while they came in. There was an automaton of a ship on waves in front of him. “You shouldn’t rag on him like that,” he told Tahir while Robert closed the door behind them. He looked over to Robert. “You should quit smoking, though.”

(Chapter 2, Scene 3)

[sporadically-writing]

Some Quick Moon Knight Episode 2 Notes Featuring: Penny

Character Bio, Episode 1, Episode 3

When Penny arrives at work the next morning, she is shocked to find that the loos have been utterly destroyed. Apparently “Steven” got into more trouble than she thought.

She watches the security footage with JB and agonizes over her instinct to help Steven or keeping the promise she made the previous evening. Whoever was in Steven’s place begged her not to say anything. There has to be a good reason.

“I want to believe you Steven. I really do. I’m gonna help you figure this out.”

The museum talks to her in addition to Steven’s other colleagues. She makes as good a case as she can for him but she knows what waits for him at the other side of this.

She takes him out to get lunch, sitting with him and comforting him as Crawley is rather popular in the square that day.

Steven is his usual sweetheart self, twisting all sorts of feelings in her gut.

He tells her about what he’s found in his flat and she ends up tracking down the address of the storage facility very quickly.

“How on Earth do you do that?” “Do what?” “You are so good at tracking things down, I mean, like, the other day with that guy and today, you figured out exactly where I needed to go from a scarp of information. You’re so smart!”

“…I was big into Sherlock Holmes as a kid” she lies.

“Happy to be your Watson then.” Oh, her poor heart.

Penny offers to meet Steven at his flat later to discuss what he finds. If only she knew how weird her afternoon was going to get.

Suffice to say, when Penny shows up, Layla is less than happy and Steven does not really know how to navigate it.

He pivots, attempting to show both women what he found. Unbeknownst to either of them, the man in the mirror says something to stop Steven in his tracks.

You’re going to get them killed, you hear me? You show them that scarab, you’re responsible when they come after them.

Things only get worse when Steven continues his conversation with Layla. “And I think I’m in real danger, and I think maybe that you’re the only person that can help me.”

After days of trying everything she can to help him, Penny says in a strained voice, “Good to know Steven.” “Wha? No. I-”

Then the officers show up, Penny brings Layla to the roof and they watch Steven brought out in handcuffs. Interestingly, overhearing the conversation inside, Steven tells the officers that he has a sleeping disorder. The information clicks together in her brain.

Penny’s still a little upset but she refuses to leave Steven alone. She and Layla follow after the car, Penny explaining what she knows about DID and Steven on the way.

They sneak into Harrow’s community, Penny silently assuring Layla that she’s got her back on this. The women extract Steven, fighting their way through Harrow’s men.

When Steven becomes overwhelmed, Penny grabs him by the shoulders. She walks him through the five senses, helping him out of the panic he’s feeling.

Then the invisible jackal breaks through the door.

Penny attempts to follow Steven out the window but cuts her arm on the shattered glass.

When Layla and Penny finally make it to the ground, Steven is dressed up in a white suit and a mask.

When Marc takes the body and runs away with the jackal, Penny and Layla jump on the bike, attempting to find them. Before they go, they spot Harrow and the scarab. He looks at them and the two quickly abandon the scene.