#if this blows up i'm going insane and posting feet

[sandyspaghettibag]

I'm okay accepting the fact that being lgbt is a bit of a trend right now because people are absolutely scrambling for an identity after the pandemic messed with everyone's heads. People just want to know who they are, but there's gotta be some kind of extreme emphasis on it since 2020; multiple people i know have snapped and borderline begged me to define them as a person, and i know one person who feels the need to let EVERYONE know he wants to be associated with liking ketchup. like, liking ketchup as a personality trait. brings it up every single time we eat out, like yes, okay, you can be the ketchup guy, nobody's coming to take your spot ur okay

[hazelsmirrorball]

Rockstar Girlfriend VI. | Hazel Callahan

Rockstar! Hazel Callahan x Popstar! Reader

Summary: Hazel Callahan and Y/n L/n have to be in a pr relationship, but both of them can stand each other. 

Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Angst, Fight (not physical) Not proof read. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my main language. 

a/n: I’m back after a while!! Sorry for being MIA. I don't know how to feel about this but I'm really thankful for all the support. Lots of new things coming soon. love you guys.

part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.

The tour was canceled. 

Everything Y/n had worked for went down the drain. Not only had she lost the tour she risked everything for, but she had lost her bandmates' trust. They were losing followers by the minute and receiving hate left and right. All that success she had gained because of Hazel was almost gone. 

The moment everyone found out about Hazel's outburst, the show was canceled with a blink of an eye. They could hear the cries and screams of fans outside. Y/n couldn’t bear to listen, she felt bad, guilty even. Management said that her band couldn’t perform because they were only the openers, so karma was biting her ass quickly.    

But after one show became two and then two became five, management canceled the whole tour, every single date. They claimed that they couldn’t do anything without Hazel, their star. Y/n tried to be positive that maybe Hazel was joking around and that she was going to come back but when management canceled the tour, her feet finally hit the floor. The tour was over before it even started. The hop of the wave of success both bands were having was cut short. The most anticipated tour of the year was canceled due to mental health issues from one of the band members. That was what got posted on the band's page and every news article. 

But Hazel made it her job for people to know that, that wasn’t the case. If the tour was canceled she wanted people to know the real reason, no more tricks, no more lies and no more fake love. Y/n felt her heart stop when her phone started to blow up with notifications and her eyes landed on a video Hazel had posted on instagram after being MIA for two weeks. 

That was when “Mean” was born. 

“Hi guys! I know I’ve been gone for a while and all of a sudden the tour got canceled. But I’m here to tell you guys that we are currently working to get your back running again. This time we decided it was best to get new openers. Anyways, on my little break I decided to write this song I really hope you guys enjoy!” Hazel said to the camera starting to strum her guitar. Y/n felt her heart drop every second that passed by. If she was already losing everything with a blink of an eye it wouldn’t surprise Y/n if what was left of her career ended just because of that song. 

hazel.callahan via instagram

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hazel.callahan rehearsals for tour are the shit! I missed this a lot, can't wait for tour to start <3

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hazelsbottoms she's backkkkkkkk

user101 mother is back, hope tour doesn't get cancelled this time.

pjandhazeparis sorry to disappoint but I'll be a groupie for life

bottomsupdates why is y/n lurking in the likes? hasn't she done enough

| ynloveshazel please leave y/n alone

| bottomsupdates she's the one lurking her comments

Hazel had uploaded an acoustic version of a song she had written through her break in an attempt for people to understand what she was going through. It was something new, different from the songs she was used to writing for herself and other people. The song quickly took the world by storm gaining everyone’s attention. Fans had caught up quickly with who the song was written for, making it their job to make Y/n’s life a living hell. Her band's account was barely existent by the minute and management was going insane.

Y/n couldn’t let things slide. She had three options, let her pr team do everything for her, clap back and deny the allegations, or attempt to do a song just like Hazel did. The thing was, Y/n was already used to Hazel’s constant help writing songs and honestly she kinda missed spending midnights with her writing songs. She missed how Hazel would slowly touch her skin in an attempt to get her attention or how she got lost in her blue eyes while she tried to explain the chorus of the song. Y/n missed Hazel. She hated herself for running things with her. Things were finally different, this time Y/n didn’t hate Hazel, Hazel just hated Y/n. 

She was going to make things right, possibly ending her career. But it was worth it. If Hazel heard the song, she could lose everything and she wouldn’t care. 

Y/n propped her camera hitting record while sitting in front of it, letting out a sigh. She slowly strummed the guitar she barely knew how to play but all she could think of was all the times Hazel had attempted to teach her how to play it.

“This song is for someone special in my life that I treated so badly. I know I fucked up and I wished I could go back to december, they day I met you and start all over”

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y/nnn but if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right

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Y/nnn let out a sigh as she looked at her phone flooding with notifications. At least if she was gone for social media, she was certain Hazel had heard the song. Maybe she could get another chance or another life where they could get together with no mistakes.  Y/n’s thoughts got interrupted by a harsh knock on her door. She quickly walked towards it, ready to face her neighbor. But she felt her heart drop when she noticed the familiar blue eyes she had fallen in love with. Y/n’s eyes wandered all over her trying to tell if she was real or an act of her imagination due to the lack of sleep. But as the words slipped out of her mouth she knew it was all reality. 

“My guitar.” Hazel replied, playing with her feet. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her confused. 

“What do you mean, my guitar? How do you know where I live?” Y/n responded leaning against the doorframe trying to get a better look at Hazel. 

“My guitar. You have my lucky guitar, I saw it in the video you posted. Now, can you please give it back” 

“No.”

“What do you mean no? It’s mine, L/n.”

“You don’t speak to me, drop a diss track on my name and expect me to give you back you guitar” Y/n exclaimed while looking at Hazel with a surprised look on her face. 

“Are you insane? You do know that all of this is not my fault, right? I was willing to do anything for you but you preferred the fame over me. You fucked up your own career and you fucked up with me. Yet, I came here, to your apartment and you still want to act like the victim instead of saying your sorry. You know what stays with the stupid guitar. I don’t want it anyway. You want to play a game that I’m really tired of playing. I really don't understand why are you like this.” Hazel exclaimed loudly pulling on her hairs.

"I like you Hazel and I'm like this because I know I screwed up the only good thing in my life" Y/n said loudly leaving Hazel with her mouth wide open not knowing what say.

At least he got the chance he desperately needed.  

thank you for reading

previous part.

[kerubimcrepin]

Wakfu OVA - Book 2, Ush [PART 6]

This goes very hard as a beginning for the first, liveblog I'm writing back home after my trip. (It's still running on scheduled posts because I realized I really like scheduling posts)

also: asset reusage for them falling spotted.

I need them to be in this amount of pain always.

FDGSDFGSDZFGJFDLJGVDFLKJGVSHFVDSFHGSJGUSFHVJDFGNSJKRHGDSRHBGFFGJHFGNFGHFGJTDJXGJ

Thank you OVA for this meal.

He's so fucking stupid and pathetic and I'm here giggling and kicking my feet because i love him so much because of these qualities.

Go girl give us nothing...

As was proven by season 4 of Wakfu, and the Remington comic: while Ush and Joris do hate each other, they can agree on helping people. Which is why Joris is hoping that maybe Ush will switch sides.

On a more important note than pointing out random character interactions: FANGS.

Joris in Remington comics: Ush how about you kill yourself for the good of Bonta. not like you don't have lives to spare. Ush here: You want me to be your third pet so badly that it makes you look stupid.

I need to know everything about their weird fucking rivalry. Like Ush tries to go for a multitude of low blows here.

Here's my translation of this interaction from Ush-speak: The person who takes care of Ush when he dies gets paid for it, while Cringoris has been doing this shit for free for two men who are far more stupid and entitled. AND somehow it makes Cringeoris feel entitled to Ush's cooperation or respect. While he's literally some guy he isn't even related to. (He's hardly related to Kerubim and Atcham even! Why the hell should they affect his relationship with the weird blue guy?? They're far younger than him, have a different family, maybe a different mother and different upbringing... The two of them, and all the other Ecaflip Demigods, are only related to him because of Some Pink Guy whom Ush hates and wants to get rid of. They are brothers only on a biological level. And yet to Joris, who is literally adopted, this means Something. Is he insane? Is he stupid?)

The CEO of liking people who try to kill him has spoken on his controversial yet predictable opinion on the whole "there are 13847234 "siblings" in our "family tree" because our "father" cannot stop having sex with mortal women. And we keep killing each other, not without our father's goading. What does this mean for our relationships" thing.

Yes, it's from a game that was decanonized, but:

Never forget what Ecaflip did to his demigod Yakusha and that demigod's mother.

Or everything he did to Kerubim and Atcham.

I think that Ush may have, like, very normal and understandable reasons to detest Ecaflip — and not being into the idea of getting buddy-buddy with Kerubim and Atcham just because of their shared relation to the god (whom he hates) is actually pretty rational.

A semi-canonical source (devlog for the de-canonised game Wakfu Raiders) points out that while Yakusha and Ush may not share a mother — unlike Atcham and Kerubim — they are united in being abandoned by their father.

While Kerubim and Atcham also suffered, except from, uh... too much presence of Ecaflip in their lives, I can't help but think that from Ush's point of view, they're the lucky ones.

He loves to bully his privileged loser little brothers who actually had a (horrible fuckawful) father figure while growing up.

(That, and his belief that Kerubim is stupid,,, isn't entirely unfounded.)

[unabashedly-so]

🌹SDV Elliott HC 💃

Content warning: Americanized contexts ahead. 😅 Not pigeonholing SDV as American but I'm using Americanized regionalisms because that's the language I have to communicate I'm trying to portray. 🤷‍♀️

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It takes a high heart level and a moderate intoxication level to bring it out, BUT Elliott has had years of ballroom dance under his belt.

I'm imagining a southern old-money style upbringing for him (subject to change) and he started being trained in different dances bc he was involved in whatever the male version of debutantes is.

he wasn't big into it at the time but yknow mommy issues he was a diligent well-mannered young man so he learned enough to pass by.

enter university and Prince Slut (freshman year) is finding all kinds of ways to get the tender physical touch and affection he craved as a child make friends and finds the uni's ballroom dance club

his foundation of skill and reputation make him insanely popular within the club so it becomes a genuinely healthy outlet for him.

he never takes it seriously in terms of competition; he's just there to have fun and make his partner shine but you KNOW he's flaunting and flexing along the way, like executing daring moves with his partner, showboating, getting so overly sultry with it, etc.

he gets so many numbers and so much ass whenever he goes out, it's upsetting.

anyway tl;dr he spends so much time on that and other social activities in college that he barely passes most of his classes and it's actually a huge regret of his but that's a whole 'nother post

he stops dancing after uni for the most part as he has to reprioritize his life

but that doesn't mean that he lets it go, oh no.

get enough drinks in this man and enough room to move and he's 10years younger ready to sweep anyone off their feet.

He'll trot with the foxes, swing from one coast to another, cha-cha real smooth, give him tequila and he'll give you salsa, etc etc

of fucking course he can waltz but like 1) ya Basic, and 2) dinner and a movie first (and let's make it Viennese, for the love of Yoba)

he'd much rather rumba or tango tbh but only with someone he really cares about. poor boy'll catch feelings quick rocking hips like that.

which like. alternate ending to the 6heart scene has him inviting you to dance with him to blow off some steam. nothing too stilted or sensual, just an easy swing or something so he can move and move you and maybe even give you a twirl if you're so inclined 😉

(at 8hearts and above he's twirling you, dipping you, and rocking you on his hips during wrap-ins 🥴🥴 you've also unlocked private rumba, tango, and waltzes with him, and boy is it getting humid in this seaside cabin 🥵🥵)

it does take getting him at least buzzed to bring it out, but he has no shame once it's out, so it's like an open secret in Pelican town that he'll show anyone who's a good sport a good time

EXCEPT.

(and this is a big one)

he's so fucking judgey about what music people choose to dance to.

full on Big Sassy Gay energy.

"oh you want to slow dance to [Ed Sheeran]? yeah I remember being in middle school too."

"*Thinking Out Loud playing* is this the wedding song where people teeter back and forth like two rickety sideways rocking chairs with room for Yoba in between because your grandma's watching for three straight minutes? ...no yeah it's fine. I mean to their credit it probably functions as their run through for the consummation later too so good for them I guess"

*I Won't Give Up playing* "if you need to dance to a song where someone else declares how you're So Definitely going to be together forever, I'm sorry but I give it two years tops." "Elliott, this was Haley and Alex's song." "I said what I said. Next."

"*dramatic sigh* just because you can mathematically fit a 5 step into a 4/4 doesn't mean you can or should turn any bubblegum pop song about casual sex into a tango. It's NOT about sensuality, it's about THE CONFLICT THEREIN."

just take him home at this point. 😅 no one understands what he's saying but they know it's probably insulting.

anyway fast forward to domestic bliss and he's regularly pulling you in to show you how happy you make him

he's definitely singing any lines he thinks fit you under his breath while he dances with you. He'll bring you in close and murmur them into your ear or kiss them into your neck if he's got bedroom thoughts. 🌹

[clatoera]

What’s D1’s victor talents in your au? Cash Gloss Glim & Marvel

Okay so I made that post, got this ask and then immediately had to go to surgery so I stood there thinking about this and then stewed about it all night long after. This is a big one. Okay.

I want to start with Gloss. I actually implore you to once again read a work by @bodyelectric77 (loml) in which he's blowing shit up and calling it science. That being said I'm going to answer this in terms of how I was saying earlier that talent training is PART of D1 training just like media training would be (to me). So in that note Looking at him I feel like he was definitely trained in like..extreme Men's Gymnastics skills. Like the kind that take immense strength. I don't think that ends up being the talent he pursues necessarily, but it was probably the one he was trained for.

Cashmere I almost also said gymnast however, I had another conversation the other day with @bodyelectric77 about how Glimmer and Cashmere in the setting of like a modern-er au would be like the family that is really competitive dancers. I think Cashmere specifically has the vibes of being trained Classically in Ballet. Like think Vaganova. I think the way her body is maintained by D1 is very reminiscent of a ballet dancer. Like she has that very classic Ballet grace in my head, as well as like the dancer legs we all know dancer legs. In that same note I think the flexibility of her body is absolutely weaponized and used against her by her abusers. Cashmere would be a ballet dancer.

Glimmer I think is a unique case. As we know I did mention quite a few times that she really would have designed designing dresses (like formal event dresses). That is not what I think she was like..trained in. I think people saw potential to like advertise Glimmer and Cashmere as this sister duo (and unfortunately they ARE advertised like that just not..for their talents) and so I think Glimmer also underwent intense dance training but in a different style like I can see more of a lyrical emotive style? In that SAME note I think they had yet another backup and Glimmer is the unique case in that they were like okay no cant bank on that we may not need Cashmere 2.0. I think towards the end of her training the plan derailed maybe towards singing? Then you have a singer and dancer sisters. I don't think she was like a classical singer but there was the potential to essentially turn her into like..the equivalent of a pop princess. Think of Britney Spears and what happened to her, that likely would have been the same trajectory. I don't think she's amazing but she isn't bad either. People weren't looking at her because they liked the way she spoke. So for that reason I think she had kind of extensive cross talent training in both dance and singing, but really if she could have chosen she would have done like a fashion design. Her dance training was also used against her. I've had a few conversations about Glimmer being a lil dancy girly with @kentwells so! Credit to her as well!

Of note, Glimmer, Gloss, and Cashmere all have I think like genetic flexibility and hip mobility. So that allows them to do a lot of it. Good genes.

Glimmer's definitely the type like at 30 to still stand on her toes and see how long she can force the arch in her feet or sits in really weird positions. Cash can stick her foot next to her head in the shower to like make sure she shaves her legs perfectly. They all have insane posture.

Marvel is going to feel a little out of left field but hear me out. I think he ends up like...idk he think he should be a comedian. He could be a FANTASTIC late night talk show host. However, I think he was trained on playing the piano. The reason I say that is like..he has long gangly fingers. He's tall he's lanky. With that comes like...long fingers that are skinny and pretty flexibile. I think he was actually really really good at it. Like to this point if you put him in a room with a piano it all comes back like muscle memory. Clove and/or Cato would be mouth open jaw dropped in shock because noone expects it from him. I don't think he has much opportunity to show it off but..he feels like a piano guy to me!

Thank you friend!! i thought of this ALL day!

[kevotsuka]

I need to hear your detailed thoughts on pregnant bezz lol. It's clear it's going to be like a single dad situation bc he has no clue who the dad is. He's a Lil nervous but the academy is very nice about it. Pecco just wordlessly starts accompanying him to every doctor's appointment. Luca is making sure he gets his prenatal vitamins on time and resting his feet and cele is a little distant at first which makes bezz feel a little sad and he doesn't know what to do about it and Luca comes over to cele and tells him to not hurt bezz when he's expecting and cele feels soo guilty he would never do anything to hurt bezz or the baby but he feels insane about the whole situation and also is a little bit obsessed with bezz and his teeny growing bump anyway they make up and cele never leaves his side like they sleep together and he rubs Bezz's feet and let's Bezz hug his cold post shower body because he's burning up due to the baby. Just my silly thoughts I want your preg bezz thoughtsssssssssss

Anon you're sooo smart because all what you say IS TRUE. Cele is so weird about preg!bezz and luca need to talk with him “how you can make our pregbez being sad?” Jail for celin. Personally I am more into bez/pecco for this AU, but bezz has a harem who cares about him and his lil babybug :)

SO THANKS for waiting for my little silly thoughts about preg!bezz, he’s very important to me lmao.

I'm writing a fic (in spanish) about this snip, i don't think i wanna post it, but preg bezz is a 9k gdocs and tried to kill me 

A thing about Bezz is how PRIVATE he wants to be (he fails). Like, he tried to separate his work and his personal life.

So in my timeline bezz was pregnant in Aus, and at first he had a very asymptomatic preg. Maybe he confuses the symptoms with the consequences of his broken collarbone, idk.

anyways, he don't ride out of weekend, don’t go to the ranch, barely training and lives stressed, sad and high in FEELINGS

It's not until before Valencia (Friday maybe) that he realize “oh, I might be pregnant” and then he DON'T CARE because it's the end of the season and all he want to do is go take a nap with his dog.  He will deal with the bug when the tests are over.

He rides on Saturday and he doesn't do too bad but he hates himself because he could be better, but it is Sunday when he FALLS because Marquez HIT HIM and he realizes that with that blow he could have lost the bug and suddenly it is unacceptable. He drinks beers on an empty stomach, goes to yell at Marc at his truck, drinks some more, goes to SKY and says “Did you know Marquez hit US?”  to anyone who wants to listen to him (people think he's talking about him and Martín, so they don't pay much attention to him)

He goes, picks up his prize completely done and thinking about his bug and how maybe he lost it because of Marquez and cries a little because of the alcohol and hormones, but do you remember that he is a private person?  DON'T TELL ANYONE.  Not his family who is there for him.  Not even Valentino.

pass the valence tests (and Bezz is irresponsible and gets back on the motorcycle) and is wednesday and Marco is at home, with his dog and looking for the number of a former schoolmate who he is sure became a gynecologist and deal with his bug that he may have lost (and he touches his belly and silently begins to pray to a god he hasn't believed in a long time).

 the bug is okay :) But beez need to stop riding rn, avoid the levels of stress that he have subjected his body and mind to in recent weeks.  That is if he want to take the baby to term, if not there is also an abortion clinic quite close there.

THEN he have the dilemma of “have the baby or continue your life as if nothing had happened?”  And the answer is that he will have that baby because he is a selfish man who feels lonely.

THEN, only after the first visit to the gynecologist post valencia test he calls Valentino and says “haha boss sorry I need to terminate my contract due to health problems :(“ and “don't you need a sexy pregnant secretary? I really can't stay without a work rn”

Valentino just lost TWO drivers in less than a month and is, of course, mad as shit, but he's also a father and tells Marco (once he hears that apparently he's going to be GRANDPA because bez is also his son) that it's okay, the academy will help you and support you in everything etc etc if you decide to return.

Marco doesn't want to tell to the boys of the academy.  Like, not at all.  He prefers to go hide in the hills before telling his friends that he chose to be a 'father' instead of chasing everyone's dream and becoming a motogp world champion etc etc

So he doesn't tell them anything (yet, he will eventually).

It is made public that he will leave the category to focus on his health and this is how the boys at the academy find out that Marco will not compete in the following season.  and Bezz practically vanished from the face of the earth.

 It is not until January, on Pecco's birthday, that he asks to meet when Bezz sends him a message to congratulate him.

Bezz says “Well, meet me at the hospital” and Pecco is clearly panicking and running to the address Bezz gave him.

 Then he sees Bezz in the parking lot, beaming and wearing those horrible oversized clothes that he likes so much and he can finally breathe easy.  He tries to ask Marco how he's been and why he disappeared, but Bezz asks him about the academy, about his family, about Pecco's grandmother??  as they walk through the hospital, towards the maternity section and Pecco begins to suspect

Then they arrive at reception, the secretary tells them that they are on time and Pecco is panicking while Marco drags him to the gynecologist, who only raises an eyebrow when she sees the MotoGP world champion there but greets him easily.

Then it's a haze for Pecco, Bezz talks about the changes in his body and the gynecologist tells Marco that they are normal things, that he has been very good and that his baby, whom Bezz insists on calling bug, has no health problems visible and developing very well for being 15 weeks old.  She then turns to Pecco and asks him to remind Marco to take his supplements because he tends to get very forgetful sometimes and that he is glad to finally meet the father.  And have him sign some documents that he has overdue :)

Pecco comes out with ink stains on his hands, lots of questions, and a strip of ultrasounds while Marco laughs at him and his expression.  Then bezz explains that he needed a companion who can come sign the papers.  That does not link Pecco to the child, only to Marco in case his family cannot come look for him in an emergency related to his baby.

Pecco: what.

[redfoxrunt]

So, hey babes. The like, two of you who probably aren't reading the blog anyway, and all of the hot singles in my area. Just feels more like... talking to the potential of someone here than on Dreamwidth, where the follower count is one account. This is gonna be crazy, but I'm fairly sure I already warned you (nonspecific) about that in the header or pinned post or whatnot; it's what you get, right?

Talking about my parents.

I'm in an insanely unique position, being the child that my parents lost. You don't really get perspective like that from most cases, and yet. I also have it on two levels, rather than just one; first I was the child that was estranged from them, stopped returning calls, etc., and then the child that died. I assume they were at my funeral, but maybe not. I honestly can't even tell if, under the circumstances, they would have been notified that I died. How much of it was in the news? How much information are you entitled to if you're not listed as a contact for the person who's dead? Like, the whole thing is a fucking mess, and obviously I wasn't there to witness any of it, so yeah.

It's not because they did a bad job with me (or D, for that matter.) We always got the best in life as far as they could provide, we were middle class and privileged in that our parents loved each other and loved us and practiced good parenting to the degree that two human beings can. Sometimes they were tired, sometimes they were pissed off, sometimes we tired them, but at the end of the day we were always loved, and that's not something you can take for granted in life. I guess that's part of the problem, though, like - as shitty and entitled as that sounds. Because after Danny died, it was like... the illusion shattered. I spent weeks back home after, because I couldn't exist in my own skin with what had happened and what I'd seen and what I couldn't understand or put into words or any of it, and the child part of me was like... when things are scary and don't make sense, you go home. Real home, not your flat where you're all alone and all the sounds from outside freak you out like you've never heard your neighbours exist before. And the reality check was when none of that helped. My parents didn't come to my bedroom (guest bedroom; they'd repurposed the house since we moved out, like normal people tend to do) for more than to let me know dinner's served or to ask me if I wanted to go out for a little while. And when I didn't, that was all. The realisation that that was all they could do, that no amount of me crying would have them bring my brother back, it killed something in me that I didn't even know I'd had before then. I realised that I can't go home because home isn't this magical safe space where everything will be alright, even though they'd taught me that as a kid. Home had always been the magical place where you go to make everything better, but after D's death, after the funeral, it felt just as fake as - you know? Like a staged play. Nothing in it was real anymore, everything I'd been taught was a lie, and the world is a shitty, horrible, fucked up place that doesn't care about you or your loss or your grief or your pleas. And your parents are just people. And I guess I hated them for it, because they'd lied to me that they were something omnipotent when all along they were just people, just like me, just as powerless and unable to change anything that had happened or would happen next or ever. Blowing on a bruise never did fuck all to heal it. It's all a fucking lie.

So, I don't know how much anybody else knows about what I did after that, I have a really skewed idea of how much of that is "known" and how much of it I just think should be known, but once I got back on my feet, I was vengeful as fuck and not thinking straight. Part of my revenge was to cut my parents off. Stop answering calls, one word text messages if I needed to reply to something, and when they did what I was clearly asking them to do which was leave me the fuck alone and stop trying to poke their noses into my life, I saw that as further proof that I was right to be angry at them for... failing me, or Danny, or something. For not being fucking wizards.

So that's child loss on child loss for them. I don't recall really thinking about it much at the time. I don't think I was thinking much in general, period, it's just - every time they'd contact me, I'd get this surge like heartburn but in my veins and get this urge to chuck my fucking phone at a wall or out the window. Like fuck off from my life, stop reminding me of everything that's wrong, stop trying to approach me like I'm being unreasonable, because what I feel and how I'm acting is the most reasonable thing in the world. "Tim you need help" just reinforces that there's no help to be had and I'm in this shit alone and other people just make it worse because when I look at them, I know they're the same as me. Nobody can do anything about anything. And it's the sense of powerlessness that I can't take, right? That feeling that we're all just lying to ourselves and each other about having control.

I don't have the energy or interest to go into the rest of that story. There isn't much to talk about in terms of my parents anyway, since I'd cut them off. But it's a sore subject to talk about, like most things, when we try to approach it with D here. When I'm not ignoring he exists to begin with because I just fucking cannot and what am I even supposed to do with any of this, it's still like we're mostly making small-talk about subjects that barely matter while maybe tapping the ice on shit we really need to be talking about with a thin stick, because that's all the ice can take. Diving into child memorial pages, child loss blogs, etc. was both accidental and the bravest and most direct thing we've done so far to address any of it. Felt good to do it together, and just not say a thing while at it. Just experience that side by side and know that he's feeling what I'm feeling and thinking what I'm thinking and that's enough for now. He's joked that maybe it's in the genes for us, the not being able to address things, not wanting to talk. He's better at it than I am, though. At least he tries. I don't know if I'm trying or if I'm just being led along like a blind ass, but either way, it's things we've got to get to if I ever want to feel... less like shit again, I guess. It's fucked trying to do this without a proper therapist but then again talking to a therapist didn't really work the first time around, and now we don't have one to go to. But yeah, reading through all of that was soothing in some sense, which is also fucked up. It's feelings that I haven't gotten to yet. Something about like, maybe I did matter a little after all. Maybe I and my life were beautiful to them. Maybe they saw me like that, too. I don't know. All I feel most days is a failure, or burden, or just not good enough for anybody. So... yeah. Guess that's pretty much all.

[vid-writes]

Cillian is a Pain In My Ass (Ch. 10)

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"Focus damn it, Flora," Cillian grunts as he catches me from falling over, yet again. He rights me back into the deep lunge I'm supposed to be holding and then lets go of my waist.

"I really thought I would be better at stretching than this since I do yoga so often," I huff out as I focus my center of gravity in my hips so I stay balanced. The way Kari woke me up this morning isn't helping me focus either.

"Yoga is far different," calls Paisley from the other side of the training ring. Her and Fergus are locked in combat training so intense it makes what I saw in Kroqales look tame.

"I'm never going to be as good as them," I mutter as I switch to lunging on the other leg. Cillian laughs a full laugh that brings the entire arena to a halt.

"No one will ever be as good as them, Paisley is insane and Fergus is the only one she wants. So of course he's capable of keeping up with her, in combat and many other things." Cillian winks at Fergus who mimes a jerking off motion before parrying a blind, low blow Paisley tries to deliver while he's distracted.

I on the other hand am not as lucky enough to dodge Cillian when he shoves me out of my lunge. Once I manage not to land on my ass by some miracle I fixed Cillian with a glare that made him laugh again.

"I just said focus," he smirks as he crosses his arms. Before I can choose to react Kari chooses now to walk into the training ring and I'm once again not focused on the task at hand. However this time I do see it coming when Cillian tries to push me over again. Somehow I manage to catch his wrist and shove him back, Cillian however doesn't even flinch as I drop his arm.

"I know, I know. I need to focus," I grumble as my body lowers into the lunge again making sure to focus on my center of gravity as Cillian has been bitching at me to do for the last half hour. Though his instructions on how to do so weren't all that helpful. Somehow I had managed to find my center of gravity but maintaining it in the right spot so I didn't fall over was nearly impossible.

Stretch after stretch, I continued to fall over as I struggled to shift and maintain my center of gravity for each one.

When Cillian finally allowed me to take a break, I nearly collapsed onto my stretching mat with exhaustion. And that was just from basic warm-ups. The gods only knew how I would handle anything else he had planned for me.

"Do you mind if I take over from here?" Kari asked Cillian while I was chugging the water bottle he had thrown at me when I protested against walking to the other side of the arena to get water from the cooler.

"Not at all, Your Majesty," Cillian said with a bow.

"Please, just call me Kari when we are out here training," Kari extended a hand to Cillian. Shadows swirled around the man's neck for a second before he shook Kari's hand.

"Sounds good to me, Kari," Cillian said before he turned on his heel, waved at me over his shoulder, and strode over to where Fergus and Paisley were practicing their magic now.

"I'm going to die if I have to do literally anything else," I panted as Kari stopped next to where I was sitting on my stretching mat.

"You won't, My Shining Star, I promise," he smiled and extended a hand towards me. I took it and reveled in the relief his naturally cool skin brought to me. Once I was on my feet, Kari rolled up my mat and took it back to the rack where it belonged.

"So we are going to start with the basics. I'm going to teach you how to throw a proper punch," he announced once he was standing in front of me again.

"That cannot be that hard," I quipped.

I turned out to be incredibly wrong. To start with, I apparently put my thumb in the wrong place; the fact that there was a correct placement for your thumb when throwing a punch hit me like a punch. Then came the fact that I kept dropping my elbow every time I executed a strike.

After half an hour of continuing to drop my elbow, Kari finally took his opening and delivered a very restrained blow to my chin. I stumbled a couple of steps, but otherwise, my body didn't react. There wasn't even an ache to my chin.

"You actually hit me," I gasped.

"And whenever you drop your elbow during a real fight, it creates an opening that your opponent will not hesitate to take for half an hour. Keep your elbow up, or I'm going to keep giving you love taps on your chin," he grunted.

This time, as I was throwing my punch, I focused solely on keeping my elbow level, so when my fist made complete unrestrained contact with Kari's chin, I gasped.

"Shit, I'm sorry." I stood there with both of my hands by my sides. Kari recovered from his stunned stare so fast I didn't see the blow he delivered to my chin. This time, there was enough force for it to ache a bit.

"Never drop your guard and never apologize for actually landing a blow during training. I've taken many beatings over the years from training; I can handle it." Kari smirked as he beckoned me with his hand to retake my fighting stance.

After another hour of punching training and three more successfully landed blows, Kari called it quits on my training for the day. If there had been a mat underneath me this time, I would have collapsed with relief and exhaustion.

"This is so much harder than I expected," I panted as Kari and I headed for the exit of the arena. He chuckled and smirked at me.

"I promise after about a week of daily training that you will be able to walk out of the arena instead of limping," he teased.

On the short but slow walk back to the castle, I found a maid and asked her to make sure there was a hot bath waiting for me in my chambers when I got back. My phone buzzed in my pocket where I had put it after training, and I fished it out.

An emergency private meeting will be held in your chambers in ten minutes!!!

The message was from Clarissa, so of course, I knew she either had hot gossip or news about a vision.

I'll be there as soon as my jelly legs from training can get me there. You'll have to sit in my bathroom while I soak, though.

"You two gossip in the bath often," Kari asked.

"Often enough that I know her reply is going to be, 'I've literally seen you naked a million times,'" I replied. Sure enough, that was her reply.

Once we arrived at the doors to my chambers, Kari placed a kiss on my cheek and turned around to get lost while Clarissa and I gossiped.

Sure enough, once I hit my bathroom, there was a steaming pile of bubbles in my tub, and Clarissa was sitting on a fainting couch. She had indeed made one of the maids drag in here for her.

"Alright, spill the tea," I said as I stripped off my damp and musty workout clothes. Clarissa waited until I was up to my chin in the hot water and bubbles before she started to talk.

"So I was busy doing research in the private study your father cordoned off for me, and then Hudson busted in all crazy. He immediately promised he was sober before he poured his heart out about how he's been in love with me since we were kids. He even asked me on a date, and I said yes," she finished with a shy smile on her face. And okay, now I understood why she was sitting on the fainting couch.

"That explains why he was acting super weird after you fixed his hair and clothes before Court yesterday," I mused as the heat started to loosen up my muscles. "Well, where is he taking you? Because anything inside of this castle doesn't count as a date," I added as she scrolled through her phone.

"He said it's a surprise but that we are for sure leaving the castle since he's lived here his whole life, and I've half lived here my whole life until yesterday," she commented without looking up from her phone.

"Do you want me to get any details out of him," I asked as I sank into the water until the bubbles danced underneath my chin.

"Absolutely the fuck not," Clarissa huffed as she fixed me with a glare. I raised my hands in surrender and sank fully underneath the water.

Using the suds from the bubble solution, I washed sweat out of my hair before surfacing under the water. Clarissa, who was used to this, was still scrolling on her phone.

"Don't you have studies to get back to," I teased as I pulled a towel off the hook and climbed out of my clawfoot tub.

"Don't you," she countered with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually, until my training no longer makes me limp, I'm excused from all my other duties," I said as I dried off.

"Well, lucky fucking you," Clarissa growled as she followed me out of the bathroom.

I pulled a robe out of my wardrobe and wrapped myself in it before settling into my sitting area. Clarissa bid me goodbye before promising to let me know the date for her date with Hudson. 

Once she was gone, I pushed a button on the longest remote on my table, and a panel on my wall slid open to reveal my TV. I usually didn't have time to sit and binge trashy TV, but when I did, the trashier, the better.

A soft knock sounded on my door a few minutes later before it pushed open to reveal Kari. He was in a robe of his own and holding a bottle of wine in one hand and snacks in the other.

"I figured after such a hard first day of training, you'd like to drink a little bit and stuff your face with bad snacks," he grinned as he kicked the door closed from behind him.

"You can only stay if you're okay with watching trashy reality TV," I said as he plopped down in the armchair adjacent to the couch I was on.

"Lucky for you, I actually enjoy a little bit of trashy reality TV now and again," Kari replied as he filled up a couple of glasses with the wine.

We lay there for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon, just watching TV. Around lunchtime, I summoned my favorite chambermaid and asked her to bring lunch to us in my chambers today.

When the plates of veal, blackened rice, and mixed vegetables arrived, I nearly drooled. It was a simple meal but one of my favorites and one of the few dishes I knew how to cook after begging the kitchen maids.

"There is no way in hell these people really behave this way in their kingdoms and get away with it," Kari huffed as he downed half of his fifth glass of wine. During lunch, I also brought three more bottles of wine to my room.

"They do live on another continent, my love," I giggled as he tossed a cheese puff at the TV. It harmlessly bounced off the TV and smacked Kari right in the chest.

"And the women are walking around half-dressed, caked in makeup, and dancing very sexually on random men in the clubs," he lamented. The fact that he was having a problem with people not following traditions was flooring me.

"It's really just for show, Kari," I said as I finished my glass of wine.

"I know it is, but even for someone who doesn't like traditions, these people really are trashy," he grumbled.

"Do we need to watch something else," I asked. Kari looked over at me with a feral smile."We could watch live porn of us in that full-sized mirror in your bed chamber," he purred.

"I would much rather watch that," I said and climbed off the couch where I was lying.

"Then go in there, take off your robe, and wait for me with your hands on your knees while standing," he commanded in a low tone.

"Yes, Sir," I replied and hurried into my bed chamber.

[the-firebird69]

Yeah well and there are several things that are going on and Dan is upset easily and everybody is of their race and it's a given but he gets stuff done and it's blow back and it's blow by and it's dangerous and Tommy f wants it. But he said several things are interesting did he want to know if you wanted to post it. That it is like tremors and he's down there and he has a presence in the tunnels and nobody else does they go down and they go back up and his stay down there that's one thing and the tremor monster stays down there all the time and just grabs people. And there are several things he said the second one's about Stone chips cuz you guys have them but you didn't make them right and the arm is like a hundred feet thick and his or miles he also has a plan to put chips in outer space there's a third item and to attach blocks that are already up there and then he's aging them all the time in space and we see him doing it and he puts the spears up there in order to assemble the ships later cuz he can't make them that heavy which is bad because he could be assembling laser out there inside of a black ship or something was fierce and we wouldn't even know it. There's also that going on on planet toys there's a lot of stuff that he's doing to gain power and this move to Australia and New Zealand should reveal it yes they should get some Intel for me it should also get beat to death and they should for what they're doing which is ignoring our son ignoring until and living in a state of ignorance instead of trying to do stuff in hopes that he'll make more and he already has what he needs to go interstellar and in only a few days those huge ships would become much thicker at home he doesn't have to add 20 miles he has to add about 15 around the whole thing and 5 miles of deflect anything you got any laser any blaster ground-based or whatever

These are things that keep conscientious people up and make mac daddy insane and he's kind of getting beat up by these clothes cuz he knows that stuff and he can't say it and Son's putting it out there and it's poor I'm actually have someone getting some money but he's not we need to act it's getting ridiculous and a sense is we should just get rid of these idiots and we should and working on it and we're working on Tommy f2 tonight they recently had five areas one fell the other night two nights ago those four. Tonight we expect three of them to take serious damage and two out of those three to fall and that will leave three areas with two of them crippled and that's the warlock area so gigantic and they won't be and they're going to suck tons of idiots out while everybody's getting ready to leave at the same time and they're going to lose tons of stuff that they want to bring there this is just not fast enough

They're also going to the upper Midwest and significant numbers huge numbers 300,000 octillion an hour is estimated right now they're going up there in about 50,000 octillion groups every hour that's a humongous number okay and they're going after Tommy f into the pit called Hudson Bay. The diamond mining has halted and it won't proceed until the Mohawk have left and then Max will fight the clones it will stop and it'll probably start up again and the foreigners will fight the max and we anticipate the golf will depressurize slowly it'll give our son a chance to move and us a chance to help him it's going on now

There are other things happening to them the max surrounding them up every night in Florida tons of them are going to the center and getting incinerated and it's motivating them to leave

Huge groups are going after them of Max all over the world and of other races and the clones and they're setting off and leaving right now huge groups have left the total of $100,000 octillion each large area and they're about 10 of those and their own areas have evacuated two areas out of the five they're empty right now but they'll refill and those areas hold about 50,000 octillion each so that's another hundred thousand so that's one point 1 million octillion have left Earth to go to New Zealand and Australia.

Some of the things are happening in the upper Midwest tonight is War of the worlds and it is going to be hell Jason is going to fight Trump and bja will fight Trump and trumpsters in a bloody mess and draw them out of the Midwest most likely all of them will head up there no half and half we think the ships are ready and they're going to have several waves come down and it's going to rain all day tomorrow he's a good I can rest and that's good too we need them too and it might happen Sunday too when you said that would be better I need to rest and do it's a tendon.

There's a whole bunch of idiots fuming it Dan so they're mad at the trumpsters are going after them but really it's minor compared to what's actually happening and we fired tons of them from our companies and they're leaving voluntarily right now and we're taking over and we need tons of people and I put it out there in the way we have to because ridiculous they're leaving and they're going somewhere trying to blow up here and it's just terrible tons of them are dying though everybody's going after them and taking their ordinance and we have to take most of it our ships are all up and we're moving out and we're getting everybody going and we need a lot more and we have tons of people trained and we're hiring them for work right now it's getting in there right now it'll be fold up tonight and security too

Thor Freya

[astroluvr]

as promised, a blurb based on the ruffles all star game that my man absolutely delivered in! i hope it's good, i wrote this in one go at 2 am with no autocorrect.

my requests are open as always and you can find my master list either in my bio or pinned post. hope you enjoy!

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the energy of the past couple of days were radiating between jack and his circle, including you. being first hand to the start of a new chapter for someone you loved was always an amazing feeling, but the love jack was feeling from being recognized by his idols and his fand across the world was unbeatable.

now, at the end of the week, jack was finally going to be in the all star game. you were a little worried that he'd go into it with too much pressure on himself, but when he woke up, a weight seemed to be lifted from his shoulders.

"now, remember it's just a game, jack. don't be too hard on yourself." you reminded him, standing with him right outside his locker room for a bit of privacy.

"uh-huh. i'm going to win, though." he shrugged and smiled, making you giggle before kissing his cheek.

"gonna make a shot for me, too?"

"hell yeah. got you out here like an nba wife." you shook your head in laughter considering he'd yet to even propose.

"yeah, you better."

when the game began, the energy was buzzing like crazy. urban tagged along and you were sitting only a few feet away from jack who turned around and looked at the two of you when he was sitting. he'd started to get a little discouraged when the other team's points started to rack up, so you walked up during commercial and wrapped your arms around him. he tensed for a moment, before turning around, familiar with your perfume.

"i'm alright, babe." he said, taking a deep breath and you hummed. "okay, well, we're losing and i don't want to lose."

"you're doing great out there. you're pulling your weight and that's all there is to it." you encouraged and he grunted. as the cameras began to pan back around you whispered against his ear. "don't play to win, play for fun. i'm taking you home either way." you rubbed his chest and jack looked at you before kissing your cheek.

"i love you."

"i love you, too. now, get your head in the game, harlow!" you teased as his teammates stood up, making him laugh and follow them.

"yes ma'am." he smirked, clapping one of them on their backs as he jogged over, a new look of determination was on his face.

a few minutes into the play, urban leaned over to you, catching how jack turned into a beast. "what'd you say to him?"

"i just told him to- holy fuck!" you stood up and cut yourself off when jack grabbed the ball from the air and ran to the blue line.

the crowd was going insane when he made the shot, punching his chest before pointing to you, a proud smile on his face.

"damn!" urban laughed and you clapped, blowing him a kiss as he got ready for the next set of moves.

it was only a couple minutes before they cut to commerical and jack was able to run over to where you were standing behind his chair with a water bottle and towel.

"did you see me, babe? that one was for you." he asked while panting and you nodded, trying to wipe at his sweat as he tried to kiss you.

"i'm honored." you giggled and jack held your hips. "you're doing great."

"thank you, sweetheart. always my number one."

"always, always." you kissed him twice and it was about to become a full blown pda scene, but a teammate of his swatted his back with a towel.

"aye, we got a game to play, man." he laughed before running off.

you and jack both hid your faces even though nobody could miss the love sick look you shared when he kissed your forehead and got into position.

[tbznewberry]

Run & Seek | Mark Lee

Escaping and creating a cat and mouse game to mess with your yandere might not be the best idea.

Genre: yandere

Warnings: toxic relationship, threats, manipulation

Snap. The picture saves down onto the device in her hands and she hurries to get away from there before she can post it and drive him insane. The sun is about to go down, the pink sky is so beautiful, looking like sweet cotton candy. It reminds her of that carnival she was at years ago.

She hurries her steps. Mark could be there any second now. If he's smart enough, he'll understand. He's not stupid, she knows it ... but can he predict where she'll go? When she has gotten further away, she posts the picture to her Instagram story. In less than a minute, he has watched it. His profile picture is a picture of him and her kissing under the mistletoe last Christmas. When everything was — seemed — fine. He hadn't showed his insane side.

Mark was a manipulator unlike any other of his kind. Such a sweetheart in the beginning that slowly but surely picked her life apart bit by bit until she depended on him for everything? Waking up in the morning? He woke her up every day. Something could happen to the alarm! Making food? No sexist rules in this house (although she couldn't understand why he disagreed when she said she wanted to do it). And most important of all — don't talk to anyone. Let him deal with that.

She snaps some more pictures, hurries away from the place, and publishes them. She has to be far away from the place when she posts the picture ... or else he'll catch up with her. That can't happen. She's just having a little fun to give back for everything Mark's done to her the last year. He's messed with her and now it's time for payback. She looks down at her phone, seeing another call coming through. It's the sixteenth in thirty minutes. This time, she answers.

"Y/N!" Mark shouts, stress and desperation exposing how worried he is. "You win! Stop doing this to me! Just fucking stay where you are so I can come get you and we can sort out your crazy behaviour!"

"Why?" she asks, smirking slighly. The sound of him sounding so broken makes it all feel worth it. Even if he'll catch her, she has made him into a mess. Just like he did with her.

"Because I'm fucking telling you to! Y/N, stop! Please!"

"I can't hear you, I think it's bad connection."

"Just wait until I get you. You won't be so damn cocky by then!"

And click. She hangs up. She knows she won't be very cocky once he catches up with her, but the satisfaction of having the power for just a few hours is like a drug. She can understand why he likes it so much. She takes a photo and starts walking. The sun is almost gone by now and the chilly winds are taking over. She has to find a warm place where she can warm up and then come up with a plan. Where should she go? She can't go home to any of her close friends or family. Mark will know. He always does.

She manages to get into a smaller convinience store closeby. She looks at the cashiers place, but notices that no one is working. It's probably their scheduled break time. She starts to walk around the store, knowing she won't be able to buy anything. If only she had some money with her, but all she managed to bring with her is the phone in her hands that are slowly dying of both cold and hours of using it. The cashier comes out and says that the store is about to close and she has to go out into the darkness again. Her head is blank. Where should she go? Her feet are aching. She has to sit down for a little ... but somewhere no one can see her. Like an alley?

She manages to find an empty alley not too far away. The wall she slides down is hard and cold. She blows hot air on her hands and sighs out shakily. This won't end well. Why did she leave Mark from the beginning? He might have been a bad person, but she had a warm bed, food as soon as she got hungry and light. Maybe ... maybe staying with Mark isn't too bad? No, she thinks. Don't give in.

She soon understands that she has to leave. It's dangerous for her to stay in one place too long. She knows that there is a gas station nearby that's open 24h. She drags herself up from the wall and starts to stumble. God, she's so tired. It feels like she'll fall any second. Her phone is dead by now and when she reaches the gas station, she wishes she was too. He's waiting for her. For a few seconds, they both stand still, looking at her. Should she run? Should she give in? It's so tiring to run. A familiar fear fills her body, but it's worse than any other time. She has never done something like this before. The worst thing she's done is raise her voice or throw something at him when she was mad ... but never run away. Before she can react, a pair of strong arms close themselves around her body.

"You're going to pay for making me worry like that", he says harshly in her ear. "Running around like this at this time of night all alone? Do you have a fucking death wish, Y/N?! If you wanted to get hurt, you could just have asked me. I could have done it for you."

She can't answer, all she can do is fall into his arms like a ragdoll with tears running down her cheeks.

"Let's go", he says, pulling her over to his car. "When we get home, I'm going to take away everything that makes you human ... maybe then you can appreciate the things I do for you."

And just like that, she's trapped. Game over.

[shotorozu]

Hiii how's your day?

Can you do Shoto, Tamaki, and Katsuki where their s/o hides under their bed and scare them to see their reaction? I saw this on tiktok and here is the link https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJLpvqrn/

Btw I really admire your works and I'm always excited for your new posts🥰

Keep safe! Love youu

hiding under their bed

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : crack (x reader)

note(s) : SWEARING obviously bc of bakugou, anyways— i wrote this bc i was fixing up the 5 character post i was making. (i hope you guys actually read it, otherwise i’ll be really really really sad /hj)

will edit later!

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bakugou katsuki

okay, you must be INSANE

pretending to be a monster, under the bed you share with KATSUKI BAKUGOU?? what more if it was his bed 💀

you decided to do this prank for what again 😭❓ unless it’s for a bet/money, WHY?? JUST WHY?? you’re very ballsy. its impressive

you actually decided to pull this prank on katsuki, because you and mina wanted to see who could get the most views out of this prank 💀

you then hide under the bed— phone in hand, and you’re left to wait patiently for his expected return from training.

i can practically see your life span decreasing by 10 years, because he is not going to take things lightly.

he enters the room, aspirated from training, and obviously very sweaty— he just wants your touch at this point.

katsuki was always jumpy when it came to ‘spooky’ things, like that time he jumped during the test of courage in the training camp arc

so when he sees a slipper getting CHUCKED out from under the bed, exactly when he comes in the empty room— he JUMPS

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT” he jolts back, his hand making mini explosions— almost tripping over his feet.

c’mon, katsuki knows it’s probably not the paranormal— which is wHY HE’S GONNA CHUCK EVERYTHING OFF THE BED, AND LIFT IT UP TO INVESTIGATE

uh oh. you’re met with a set of glaring irises, wanting to fight whoever was down there— doesn’t matter if it was dunce face, or a nameless intruder.

“it’s you,” he sighs, rolling his eyes as he puts down the bed— dragging you out of the bed, “what the fuck are you doing down there??” he shouldn’t be surprised

you gotta hope the tiktok blows up (which it does, by a lot) because katsuki will scold you for a while, snuggling you close to him while he mouths you off

he’s glad it’s not actually an intruder though

amajiki tamaki

poor, poor tamaki.

it’s so similar to most of the pranks that get pulled on him— intentional or unintentional.

you probably didn’t even mean to scare him like that, but mirio wanted you to do it— because it would’ve been very predictable if he did it

you saw his reaction coming, but you still pushed through anyway.

hesitating, you sneak under the bed— your phone in hand to record tamaki’s reaction and a slipper in the other hand, and you wait for tamaki’s return back

when he walks in, he’s surprised to not see you there— but he IS surprised to see a slipper sliding out under bed

for the dramatic effect, you also managed to bring a SPEAKER down there, and you also prepare sound effects

you press the play button of the recording’s menacing laugh, and you can literally see him jump slightly

tamaki’s there like 😟 scared shitless— because he wasn’t expecting to hear a laugh under the bed. sliding slippers? sure! but,, a laugh? 😟

“u-uh,, hello?” he shakes, stuck in place as he listens to the sound of menacing laughter bouncing off the walls

you’re gonna give him a heart attack i swear

i don’t know if i should laugh or be concerned, since tamaki’s reaction is to immediately runs to the corner of the room

he’s now rocking back and forth— rambling and hoping you’d just miraculously make an entrance

it’s sad bc he’s not normally THIS scared but please— he wasn’t expecting this in HIS room, out of all of the places

laughs out of fear relief when you come crawling out from the bed, laughing hysterically at his reaction.

cuddle and give him kisses afterwards, just do it. you almost made him faint— and that wouldn’t have been good, nuh uh.

mirio laughed HARD, but you promised yourself not to post it— since you didn’t feel like getting clout over a prank you filmed for mirio specifically 💀

todoroki shouto

he gradually start expecting tiktok pranks coming his way— ever since he got with you, of course

shouto will have to get used to it, if he wants to spend his life with you

but this still managed to make him shook to the core, he’s heard of the usual traditional pranks— but this?? this is new

tbh this wasn’t even planned on your behalf. you decided on a whim to hide under the bed and scare him— just to see how he’d react.

you hide under the bed when makes a quick trip to fetch some water, snickering when you start filming the tiktok.

shouto’s confused when he comes back to an empty bed, and when he moves towards the bed— he’s surprised to see a slipper flying from the bed

to the point he DROPS the plastic cup of water he was holding— backing up towards the wall.

“oh.” so he’s going to play it off casual, huh? it’s hilarious seeing how he tries his absolute best to avoid the sides of the bed.

then, you see him quickly jumping onto the bed— and when his legs are still dangling off the bed’s ledge, you grab his ankle

he ends up freezing your hand 💀 and he apologizes to you while your laughter cuts through the silences, unfreezing your hand in the process.

“you startled me, love.” he sighed in relief as he embraces you for comfort, thankful it wasn’t actually something paranomal. “though, i should’ve expected this.”

the tiktok blows up in a short amount of time, and the comment section is CLOWNING him— shouto can only stand there like 🧍 “i see.”

thankfully, you’re happy so— he’s pretty pleased by the tiktok’s results too! just,, try not to shorten his life span. or he’ll get you back 10x harder

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[h0rr0rsaxo]

So imagine this! Vince is faced with a tough decision. He's a hitman so he obviously gets paid to take people out and want not. Usually he doesn't even care about his victims until he see's Addicts picture. He obviously doesn't want to kill her and so he doesn't. A little while later Addict decides to go for another walk in the underworld hoping that he would run into her again but instead she finds him in a alley way, badly injured by his boss because he refused to kill her. So she takes him to her apartment in the underworld and takes care of him and even goes as far as to let him live with her since he's going to be hunted down once they realize he isn't dead...

(it's the least Addict could do since he lost his job and his life over her)

Anyways I'm sorry this is really long....don't do this if you don't want to and if you need any help or inspiration then feel free to ask question or talk to me about it!

[ It was for you - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Vince, and Addict reunite in bad circumstances.

PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict

GENRE; Fluff, angst if you squint.

CONTENT WARNINGS; Slight gore, mentions of violence.

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

NOTE; Sorry it took a bit longer to post, my laptop decided to piss me off once again right before posting this...geez. The unnecessary amount of effort my laptop made me put into this gave me a headache..

CHARACTER COUNT; 14,923.

It was beginning to get darker under the winter weather.

A light snow descended upon the ground and Addict stared up at the sky, seeing an ominous looking cloud upon the horizon closing in on them. Her eyes narrowed and she looked back down to her level, turning when she heard different creatures casually pass her by. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her heavy jacket as they began to get cold, following the trail that was already laid out. Addict looked up, her brown hair flickering against a cold wind that decided to course itself through the compound. A cigarette dangled from her lips; smoke curling up in the air above her face as she breathed.

She only enjoyed the nicotine comfort of a cigarette every now and then to relieve her nerves or excitement in the time being. She never wanted to get too attached to the cancer sticks; they were all the reason why multiple people were now six feet under grave stones. Taking one last inhale of the nicotine, Addict breathed it out slowly and flicked it to the ground, smashing it into the concrete of her driveway with the tip of her boot. She craned her neck and pushed a strand of loose brown hair that flickered along the line of her vision. Her fingers secured it behind her ear, as she shoved her hands back into her jacket.

The warmth soothed her freezing from the snow endlessly descending. Addict let out a held breath slowly, her heart beginning to quicken at the thought of her adventures ahead. Her eyes trailed up to the sky, icy wind blowing from different directions.Visible stars twinkling high in the night's sky, competing to out-shine the full luminous moon. The way the hue of crimson overlapped the entirety of the under-realm's breath-taking atmosphere, for a moment, she'd almost forgotten that demons roamed this world. Even if the streets were usually bursting with crowds of the creatures, this night had been different, with the occasional passing demon here and there, but otherwise, the streets were nearly empty.

As she waltzed leisurely to the nearest bar, only to discover someone she considered a friend motionlessly lying against a dark alleyway wall, beaten to a pulp. Her stunned orbs holding a torturing stare-contest with Vincent, She kept her body low as she rushed towards his side, falling to her knees as she crouched down next to him. Her hand yanked out a black handkerchief from her pocket and she pressed it down on the stab wound in his stomach.

“What the hell happened to you?!” Her voice wavered as her mind scrambled on what to do. His breathing was labored and with each breath Addict heard him gargle on his blood. Her heart pounded, "I'm gonna get you some help, hold on!" As she about to rush to get EJ, something told her to stay.

Addict turned to see Vince's head hanging over his lap, his bangs slightly masking his face. She rushed back to him and knelt down, tilting his head back up and smacking his cheek lightly, “...Come on, stay with me.” Vince's eyes barely opened and ne didn’t protest against her. Sheknew she didn’t have much time before he would completely pass out, “You just have to walk a little further. My apartment isn't far from here.."

Addict grabbed his arm and Vince tried to lift himself, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he finally got to his only good foot. The two slowly made their way out of the alleyway. Vince eyed the down demons as his boots connected with the cold, dirt ground of the streets, Addict leading him towards the back of her apartment complex almost encased with snow. Vince sighed with relief upon sitting down and leaning against the cool wall behind him, his eyes closing in slight bliss.

"Let's just stop here for a moment." She said in a hurry as she noticed he had been getting increasingly tired.

“Where’d you get shot?” He felt Addict move his bloody hand to try and observe the wound. Vince's tired eyes opened and stared at her face,

"My thigh....” His voice was low and he tried to look down at the wound with a smile, grunting to himself, “I forgot what it feels like to get shot... hurts like a bitch.”

“What about your ankle?” Addict moved back down to his boot and began to untie it. Vince pulled his foot away from her,

“Don’t worry about it.” Addict's eyes slowly fell back upon him and his condition, her eyes closing and her fingers digging into them as they rubbed her lids softly,

“So persistent...” Vince whispered and Addict tossed the strap of his gun over her head. She then grabbed his arm and pulled it around her neck, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him to his feet. He stumbled for a moment and regained his awkward posture, Addict turning towards the doors and looking up into the snowy light above them.

“Come on... we’re goin’ home.”

— … —

The door opened and Addict stepped through, a large bowl in her hand. She stopped upon seeing the bloody sight before her on both sides of Vince, glancing back and forth from his thigh to his foot. “He sure got the worse of it, didn’t she? Poor guy.." Addict set the bowl of water down next to the bed. Addict dipped the rag into the water and rung a bit of it out, putting it around his ankle and wiping softly. She cringed at the sight, having to look away as flaps of skin from the laceration flipped up every time she passed it with the rag.

Almost two hours had passed.

Addict wiped her hands with a rag and stood up, staring at her not-too-shabby work. With her hands still a bit bloody, she looked at him with sympathy. With a grieved sigh, she turned towards the door and pulled it open, stepping out to smell a rather delightful scent wafting into the air. After the couple hours it took to stabilize Vince, Nightmare had stopped by and cooked up a large meal for them both after she had heard what happened. Addict's lips drew into a thin line, once again, she just had hoped Vince would be okay. There was wounds littered all over his body, and she could barely help, especially she didn’t know what happened.

— … —

Vince staggered out of bed.

It took another moment for his pounding heart to slow again, his hand gently sliding to the back of his neck and gripping at himself to keep steady. Vince tried to relax his tense shoulders, but the movement this caused -as well as the movement from sitting up so suddenly- made a stabbing pain shoot through the roundness of his shoulder. He cried out a bit, his hand swooping around from the back of his neck and to his shoulder. Teeth bit into his lip as he tried to bare with the persistent pain, slowly turning his head to look at his shoulder.

Crisp white bandages wrapped around his injured chest, and down to the middle of his left forearm, even around his legs. It wasn't just his injured shoulder that had been treated, the rest of his scraps and bruises had been gently tended to smaller bandages. He could smell herbs coming from his body, most likely from ointments and medicines applied to him. What had happened to him? He couldn't remember anything from the point where he had been beaten up, and left in an alleyway. So then who had tended to his injury? He looked around the room he was in, it was small and the walls were made of panels of wood and smooth walls, it almost looked luxurious. He then looked down again, his right arm still crossed over his chest and barely holding his injured shoulder. Someone had changed the leather jacket he had adorned too, but that was about it, his other clothing was kept on. After examining himself he decided to try and have a better look at the room, try to figure out if he was in the hands of friend or foe.

His legs slowly slid off the bed, pulling himself up a bit more so that he sat on the edge of the bed, and this allowed him to get a better look at his full body. Serious scrapes and cuts had been bandaged and wrapped on his legs, and ankle. The one that truly worried him was his thigh, it had brutally been shanked by one of his ex co-workers.

The creaking of a door caught his attention, looking up from his slightly hunched position and meeting the eyes of a pretty woman. "Ah-! You scared me! I thought someone had snuck in to finish you off!" Addict said flustered. She walked over, leaving Vince staring at her blankly, and she seemed to have no reservations as she reached out and felt his forehead. "Your temperature has finally gone down! Seriously, you're such an idiot, when I saw you in that alleyway, you scared the shit out of me!"

"You're…the one who saved me?" Vince asked, slightly flustered as his pink dusted his cheeks. He shook his head, trying to get rid of his embarrassment, "Well…if I seen a mighty handsome stranger in the alleyway, I wouldn't be able to resist myself either. You have good taste, darlin,"

"Oh shut up.." She chuckled, "Lay back down, I still have to clean the wound on your stomach, that you somehow forgot to mention."

“So….mind telling me what happened?” She looked back down, grabbing a small bottle of rubbing alcohol, a needle and thread, and gauze and medical tape. Vince stared down at her, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he watched her slender form moved with utter simplicity and flawlessness. He was knocked from his thoughts when she looked up at him, raising an eyebrow and waiting for his question,

“Well…I got into a little argument, you see,” He sighed right through his teeth and leaned back, lying down on the bed. He held back a groan as his abs countered against him with pain from straining his muscles. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, hearing Addict moving towards him as she readied to fix his wound. He felt his shirt being pulled up to his mid stomach and then Addict's warm hands move to his wound, making his eyes open and look over at her.

He smirked, and changed the subject, "Bet you've been waiting to do that, to see me shirtless, darlin', and I don't sure as hell ain't going to blame ya."

"It's not like that you dork," She chuckled. Her brown eyes dulled as she looked over at him, “I’m not going to lie… this is going to hurt.” She said as she uncapped the bottle of alcohol, “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital now or something? I'm sure they can numb you up…” She manned a rag in her other hand as the two stared at each other for a moment. Vince nodded,

“Yeah, just do it already and get it over with. I don't trust them damn demons anyways.” Vince laid his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling of the apartment. She let him take one last breath before she draped the bottle over his stomach, letting the medical liquids hit his skin. His body lurched up and he arched his back, hissing through his teeth as the alcohol ate away at the bacteria in his flesh.

Addict quickly squeezed the rag down on his abdomen, putting pressure on it to ease and relieve the pain. Vince panted from holding his breath too long and put his body back down on the bed. The pressure from the rag dimmed the pain and he could feel his puncture wound heating up and becoming numb. He took a deep breath and looked over at her, seeing her pulling the broken stitches out of his skin.

“I hate that god damn alcohol.” Addict looked up through her bangs as her hair was becoming dry. She smiled and yanked out another stitch,

“I know... this stuff sucks to use. But it’s the only thing we have right now so you’re gonna have to deal with it.” Addict yanked out the last stitch and she heard Vince grunt. She smiled and looked over at him as she pulled some thread through her needle, “Oh, stop being such a baby.” She felt his eyes dart over to her and she couldn’t help but smile to herself at the comment.

He scoffed and looked out the window of the home as he could feel his skin being punctured by the needle, poking at the holes he had made in it earlier, “Bet you been waitin’ to hurt me. Stickin’ that needle in my skin and watchin’ me jump round in pain.” He teased her. Addict shook her head as she concentrated on the task at hand, carefully weaving the needle back and forth through his skin and pulling it tight along the way to close the wound.

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already. Trust me." She smiled endearingly, her head tilting slightly, "Now…about these wounds. What caused them?"

"Well," Silence. The man stared at him blankly for a moment, she gulped awkwardly as she waited for him to reply, and observed him placing a hand on her chin thoughtfully. After a minute he looked up at her, "I have this job, wouldn't exactly call it the safest business. I'm a bounty-hunter, I kill whoever got the cash for my services. This one job though, I couldn't bring myself to do it, I dunno why, but I just couldn't. Even lost my damn job over it,"

"Who did you have to kill?"

Another gap of eerie silence took over the both of them, as if he had carefully contemplated his next words. "You."

"Egh, I'm not really surprised to be honest," Shrugging it off, and letting out an exasperated sigh, "I'm probably Slenderman's best proxy, the bounty on my head is unfortunately pretty big. The only thing that really surprised is the fact you didn't take the opportunity,"

"Now you sure as hell know I wouldn't ever be able to hurt such a little pretty thing," Vince playfully grinned in a teasing way while sticking out his tongue at her, "Now doll, are you plannin' to let me stay over, or?"

A light chuckle from deep within her throat made its way to the surface, as she pushed back a loose strand of hair, "Well, on one condition, you tell me your name. Even if I met you just a few months ago, you still haven't told me."

"Guess I've been keeping you waitin' too long," he sighed, "It's Vince. Vincent Smith,"

As he spoke she stared at the man, sudden recognition crossing her mind as she heard the last name. "Smith..." she whispered quietly. "Wait a minute…isn't that—"

"My dear little brother." Addict looked down at the man quickly as he spoke. "Varrick, I mean. Yeah, he's my little brother. We don't…talk. All those years ago, he thought I died of some tragic accident, and even held a funeral for me, that little shit." Vince was a mysterious guy full of surprises, that was a thing she'd always have to remember.

“Hey Vince?” She asked quietly, causing Vince to look over at her once he heard her voice breathe his name. Her gaze set on his rugged appearance once again and she paused for a moment, wondering whether or not she should ask her question. But her interests won the battle, “Those scars you have... how did you get them all?”

The one question Vince dreaded finally had been asked and his body suddenly became overbearingly hot. His jaw tightened and his teeth began to nervously gnaw on the inside of his cheek. Addict noticed his fingers started to twitch, as well as his overall demeanor take a dive down. She shook her head, “You don’t have to tell me, I was just curious, is all.”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Vince said plainly and Addict nodded,

“Fair enough. Just forget I asked.”

[all-hallows-evie]

Chapter 1: Marooned

Rating: T, for language, Canon Typical Violence/Action. Honestly, this chapter isn't that bad, the T rating is just in case I forgot about something lol

Wordcount: 3,776

Warnings: Canon typical violence and adventure, female OC with name × Tech slowburn, but not too slow lol, NOT BETA'D, because if I have to stare at this first chapter again I'm not going to post it.

A/N: HAPPY TECH TUESDAY, LOOK I'M FINALLY POSTING SOMETHING, WHEEEEEEEEEEE

There were bad ideas, really bad ideas and then there was this.

The ship hums under her feet as it trudges through the far corner of the mid rim, chugging along on it’s route without any sign of trouble or disruption from it’s preplanned course.

It should have been a routine pillaging, something she had placed firmly in the ‘great ideas’ list but instead it had turned into a routine mutiny and finished the day as a routine marooning. She sighs as she lays her head back against the seamless panel behind her.

Fucking pirates. 

She has been stranded on the old freighter for at least two moons, but it was hard to say with certainty. The droids that man the ship have no need to eat so more often than not they forget to pass along anything to keep her mounting hunger at bay, adding along to the lack of any kind of panel to the outside world, getting her bearings is proving to be more difficult than usual. 

She hisses a swear to drown out the low growl of her belly and focuses her gaze on the far corner of the room. Another day, another chance to count the diamond shaped tiles above her cell, she swears the number changes every other time she counts. She doesn’t get farther than eighteen when the door of the maintenance room blows open. 

The dust fills the room, hiding everything under its grimy shadow. The grit in the air crackles as it’s pushed against the red of the electron walls that keep her prisoner with the ships cooling coils and a water filtration unit that has calcified and has never been fixed.  

"Well look at that, we found it! Lucky break!"

"Luck had nothing to do with it, if you had studied the schematics of this cruiser like I had asked-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." The first figure, a hulking shadow in the doorway brushes off the smaller one as he stomps into the suddenly too tiny room.

"The memory core should be at the end of the-" the smaller of the two figures stops in front of her cell as the big one charges towards the end of the room without stopping. They launch themselves into the piles of junk thrown haphazardly inside, "That's concerning."

"Concerning? You see someone in a cage and you go with ‘concerning’?" She replies as she pulls herself up to standing. She takes in his armor, modified clone armor from the looks of it painted pale with a bright red stripe down his chest, his eyes slightly magnified by the goggles on his face, the rest hidden by the elongated helmet.

"According to the intel we were provided there weren't supposed to be life forms aboard." He seems irritated to see her.

"Good old Republic intel, still living up to its reputation."

The other clone approaches, he rips open the metal box in his hands and yanks out the core as if the casing was made of thick flimsy and nothing more, "I've got the thing, time to go!"

She watches, dumbstruck for a moment as her ticket out starts to head for the gaping maw that used to be a door, "Wait, you're taking the old database?" The two of them stop and turn, "It's not complete! It's missing pieces of the coordinates!" Firefek she didn't want to sound desperate but she was.

"Likely story-" The big one chuckles.

"I was trying to steal it too, I almost got all of it before my crew turned on me!"

"A mercenary or a pirate? No matter, I trust you even less now."

She had never wanted to punch anyone's face as hard as she wanted to punch his, "Check the core Goggles, I swear to you! It's missing pieces!" He hesitates and in that baited pause she knows she has him, "Please, just let me out and drop me off wherever you dock next. You can have my data chip. No harm, no foul, just get me out."

The one with the goggles glares at her, the yellow tinted transparisteel of his visor snapping downl before he turns to the bigger man. Klaxons ring all around as he scans the core with a handheld device, but it's taking up time they do not have.

The two clones share a look, silently deciding her fate.

The bigger one caves first, "Aww c'mon Tech, we can't leave her! You saw what's on this ship, she'll be a goner on some mining planet!"

"Under normal circumstances I might agree but she's caged for a purpose, and I'm disinclined to put any trust in her."

"How much damage can she do? She’s smaller than you are!" 

Tech, the one in the goggles, sighs before he turns back around to face her, "If we spring you, you play by our rules. You follow our orders, no complaints, no rebuttals and if you put one toe out of line-"

"Out the airlock, understood." She nods furiously, hands pressed against the panel as she watches Tech short out the electron wall holding her hostage, the panel shudders and then it spews sparks on to the ground as the red fades and she's finally able to step through. 

"Lets go shortie!" 

"Wait, let me just grab-" She scrambles to the other side of the wall, trying to pull at something from the top of a shelf. The bigger clone reaches over and tosses the crate to the floor. She throws open the top and snatches out a bantha leather bag and a helmet.

"Run!"

Tech doesn't have to tell her twice, the three of them bolt out of the door and into the corridor, the lights above flash in time with the klaxons. There is a low rumble that joins the hum of the hyperspace engine, as whatever security droids are on board begin to activate.

"Back to the ship, short stuff!" 

The three of them book it down the darkened halls, ducking behind walls and crates as the first cluster of security droids pass through.

She tosses her bag across her shoulder, slinging it against one side of her hip, clipping it into place with snaps sewn into her jacket. They watch three more droids pass them by before she speaks again, "My name's Nox, by the way." 

"Doesn't sound like a girl's name." The big one chuckles, so deep and rumbling it almost feels like a growl.

"Well it's the only name I've got. My parents named me a bit of a mouthful, Nox just works better."

"Clear." Tech calls out and they continue on their way heading to the service hangar where their ship hopefully was waiting for them.

"How'd you end up out here?" The big one asks, with every flash of light above them she can see more of the large scary face painted roughly on his helmet, lines thrown on haphazardly only to be scraped away by carbon scoring.

She is about to answer when she is shoved back into a corner by Tech. He slaps a hand over her mouth before she can yelp, the leather slightly singed, it smells of electricity and grease.

“Wait.”

"I'm getting tired of all this sneaking around, I say we blow our way outta here!" The big one growls.

"We’re almost there Wrecker, it would be pointless to try now."

She shoves Tech's Hand away, "Blow your way out of here, are you insane? With the amount of baby on board you'd blow us into the next dimension!"

There are a few beats of silence before both helmets turn towards her.

"Baby?" Wrecker repeats but is shushed by Tech.

"You don't mean baradium-"

"Bisulfate? I absolutely do! There were containers of the stuff in the holding bay."

"This Imperial ship is headed somewhere to mine thorilide?" He repeats, tone stressed over every syllable in the word ‘Imperial’.

"That or some unlucky planet is about to be wiped from existence."

"The location of the Republic thorilide mines have been kept under the utmost security for ages, not even the Jedi Council was ever advised of its location."

"Can’t say I blame them, I barely trust them with those glowy sticks of death." She murmurs, making lightsaber sounds with her mouth as Wrecker snickers.

"Stop that. Do you know where this ship was heading? Do you have a copy of the manifest?"

"What, your amazing Republic recce didn't get you that information shiny?" He glares back at her, brows pinching together behind the dark frames of his goggles, "Maker! Did those cloners take your sense of humor? Yes, I know where this ship is going."

"Bet Cid’s contact would pay more for that bit of info." Wrecker’s grin can be heard even through the plastoid of his helmet.

Tech meanwhile has typed something to a com on his wrist, "Hunter, there's been a complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"There is more on board this ship than just the republic database-"

"What do you mean?"

"This ship is a mining vessel, out to mine thorilide."

Tech’s wrist comm goes silent, just quiet static while the voice on the other line thinks, "Ordinance?"

Both clones look at her, she nods emphatically, "Ordinance, med supplies, if there was coaxium on board I wouldn't be surprised, this place is the motherlode."

"Quite a bit of supplies on board, it would seem."

The comm goes quiet again for a few moments, "We don't have time for this, it's only a matter of time before they realize that your cruiser is stolen. Grab what you went in for and leave."

Tech shakes his head, it's so tiny and quick that if she wasn't looking at him in that moment she would have missed it, "Where is it being kept?" 

"Up, five or so floors unless I've miscounted."

"Tech, Wrecker, Get out of there, now!" The voice on the other end grows more and more irritable as they stand around in silence.

"We'll be out as soon as possible." Tech replies curtly as he cuts the comm. He makes it sound so easy like they were stopping by the nearest market to pick up fruit, instead of about to hijack high quality explosives from Imperial custody, "Lead the way."

"What? Just like that?"

"Are there, or are there not these items on board?"

"Yes." 

"You swear?" Wrecker leans in close, hovering over her.

"Yeah."

Tech nods, "Vital signs are stable, no signs of heightened stress-"

"What if I'm just a really good liar?"

"You can try all you want my dear, but the data doesn't lie."

"Does he do this to you too? I'm finding it a bit creepy-" She asks Wrecker as her eyebrow raises.

"You get used to it."

"Weird, so weird…" she mutters to herself as she turns and peeks around the corner. She looks around for anything that is familiar, when she sees a maintenance lift at the very end of the hall to the right. She motions them forward, and silently they sneak their way closer to the lift. She turns her attention to her side as she digs in her bag, her fingers grasp at the odd collection of junk in her pockets until her hand finally wraps around the cool metal of her code cylinder and she can finally stop holding her breath.

Tech's hand on her shoulder pulls her back to the task on hand as he drags her back a few steps. The catwalk above them from here to the lift is no more than a shoddy looking set of grates that creak as a group of security droids march along their patrol, oblivious to the three of them below. 

“The maintenance lift?" Tech sniffs as they come to a stop at its doors. He raises hand to push his goggles back into place, "Perhaps you have failed to notice but none of us are maintenance droids, the moment you try to access that panel they will -”

“They’ll what?” She asks as she jams the cylinder into the port, the lift clicks open silently and she steps inside. 

“The alarms-”

“What alarms? According to this," she snaps her code cylinder from the panel and drops it back into her bag, lost again to the chaos of the random junk held within, "I'm a maintenance droid doing routine inspections. How stupid do you think I am?”

"Hey hey, this one's pretty smart huh Tech?!" Wrecker is thrilled.

"Pirate." She reminds, "You don't see many my age that aren't intelligent and I'll give you one guess as to why."

The doors silently click open and before they can step out a team of at least half a dozen well armed sentry droids roll past. 

They all leap from the inside of the lift and fall into a crouch behind a stack of supply crates. They wait for a few moments before Tech quickly peeks over, "They don't seem to have spotted us."

"Fuck, there weren't this many when we tried this the first time." She swears a few more times under her breath.

"We should do this my way." Wrecker offers.

"What's that mean, what does he mean?!" Nox looks nervously over to Tech, "He doesn't mean-?"

"Explosives and violence? He absolutely does," Tech sighs, “ and I'm afraid we are running low on options and even lower on time. Wrecker, what does your ordinance look like?"

“But you said I couldn't bring any?”

“Yes, and when was the last time you actually listened?”

Wrecker, the fun if not absolutely homicidal one, pulls out a couple of detonators, a roll of plastic tape, a half dozen hand grenades and three droid poppers.

“Great, nice to know you could have turned us into a small sun if I hadn't told you about the baby on board.”

"Everything save for the poppers is far too dangerous to use around those crates." Tech hisses, "Any more of those brilliant pirate ideas floating around in your head?"

She chews on her lip for a moment, wracking her brain for anything else that might be useful as she ignores Tech's sarcastic tone. Apart from the crates on this floor littered with treasure, there didn't seem to be anything of any use...except for the busted water filter. “How big of a distraction do you think it would take to get all those sentries away from the haul?”

“It would need to be something quite large or destructive enough to threaten the integrity of the ship.”

“The water filtration system on board is completely calcified, I don't think it was ever fixed since there are only droids on board. If you could flood that with enough pressure the entire pipe should burst-”

“And flood the entire floor, along with the engine room, that might just do it.” He’s on his data pad before the words are even out of his mouth, he scans the room all around and matches it with the wireframe schematics on his screen. He stalks his way backwards until he finds the panel he is looking for. He pops it open easily and then begins to slice into the mainframe of the ship, “On my count, take Wrecker to wherever the baby is, let him handle it. You get your hands on as much of the medical supplies as you can, the security onboard is a little tighter than I would have preferred so I will have to stay here and continue to flood the filter.”

“Oh, easy.”

“Think you can handle all that tiny?” Wrecker’s thundering chuckle threatens to give away their location even with the steady moan of the alarms overhead.

She grins, Wrecker is back to being the fun one, “Try and keep up.”

There is a sound of roaring water all around them as tech funnels every liquid on the ship into the filter, then a sound like an explosion a couple of feet below them rocks the ship like a lightning strike. 

The sound of the alarm overhead changes as every droid on the floor turns away and heads to a lowering platform, all instructed to assist with the burst pipe.

“That’s our cue!” 

She shoves Wrecker forward playfully before they both break into a sprint toward the storage rooms where their bounty is being held. She points to one of the rooms as they approach, "This one's your big boy!"

The door is sealed shut, but not for long. Wrecker doesn't slow, instead he hunches low, bringing his shoulders down and tucking his chin into the collar of his armor before he barrels straight through, punching a hole through the doors with enough force to make even her teeth rattle.

She dips into the storage room across the hall, thanking the stars that her haul wasn't locked away like his was. She rips open any crate within arms reach, tossing open the tops and letting them scatter around the room wherever they land. She snatches bacta patches and hypos by the handful and packs the crate as full as she can, slamming her entire body weight against it to get it to close. She drags it out into the hall, placing it by the door before she bolts into the room right beside the one Wrecker is standing in. 

Wrecker watches her disappear into the room, the four small crates of explosives tucked carefully under his arms, “Wait, where are you-”

His question is answered as another crate hits the floor beside him. She comes running out of the room, grabbing this second crate by the handle and yanking it along, “Perfect! Not a single explosion! Love that for me!”

Wrecker bends down to offer her a hand but she has already snatched up the first trunk and is flying down the hall with them. She's faster than Wrecker would have believed she would be capable of with the two crates almost her height. She almost trips over herself as she stops and with a swift kick, the second crate lands at Tech's feet, “Come on 20/20, cut her loose, let's go!”

“What’s in that- I specifically ordered you to only carry medical supplies.”

“Yeah well, it sounds like you are used to not being listened to so, ship. Now!”

Wrecker races past, hopping off of the side and down to the level below, the halls are empty as all hands are called to help with the floor that is flooding. 

Nox peeks over the side, she watches as Wrecker sets the small boxes of baby down beside him, "Toss your crate!" He calls up. She nods and yanks the crates handle, flipping it up and off of the edge with a nudge from Tech. 

She helps him in turn, as they gingerly haul the crate full of ordinance over the edge before tossing it below. 

Wrecker sets the crates to one side before turning back to catch Nox, but she's already climbing down. Her fingers dig into spots on the wall where she should not be able to have any grip. She finds her own way down and with a little hop, lands right beside Wrecker as Tech lands beside her. The clang of his boots echoes down the empty hallway. "We'll need to make our way through the flooded floor of the ship in order to get back to the hangar." Tech types away at his data pad again before picking up the side of his crate.

Nox follows close beside the two clones, tossing the crate up onto her back to avoid making any unnecessary scraping sounds as they get closer to the flooded area, the sound of pouring water gets louder and louder with every floor. The next floor they walk through has the water barely deep enough to wash over the toes of their boots, but it rises rapidly after that. By the time they are on the same floor as the hangar, the water has risen up to their knees and Nox has a harder time trying to distract her mind from where all of this stagnant water has been hiding this whole time.

“Holding out ok over there tiny?” Wrecker chuckles. 

She turns to answer, when everything becomes...not alright. Her next step slips out from under her and she goes flying forward, crashing face first into the dark disgusting water, the crate on her back keeping her under the surface as she struggles to pull herself back up to standing. 

A hand at the back of her collar pulls her back up into fresh air, slimy water pours from her mouth and nose as she gags. She doesn't need to clear the water from her eyes to know what the dark figures that are starting to line the hallway are. Tech and Wrecker are on either side of her, blasters raised as the sentry droids file in.   

“I'm hoping you can fight better than you can swim.” Tech calls over as Wrecker leaps over them both and charges straight into one of the sentries.  Tech keeps a few of the others at bay, clipping them with bright bolts from his twin deecees, but it's not enough. She rubs the slime from her face and charges right behind Wrecker, using her entire body to check a droid in her path, she grabs the blaster from its hands as it goes tumbling backwards and into the water. Techs shots ring out around her as he stays behind, watching over the crates behind him. Wrecker tears through any droids that get within reach, sparks flying on to the water before they sizzle and die. She concentrates her fire on any droids Tech misses until the hall is clear.

"There'll be a second platoon on their way, we better get a move on." Tech calls back to them, she tosses the almost empty blaster into the water beside her.

"Are you always just, you know?" She makes growling and ripping sounds at Wrecker.

He laughs, "Not often enough." 

She stifles her laughter behind her hand as she walks back to where Tech is to retrieve the case of medical supplies, for a brief moment the last couple of days are forgotten and even the slime on her skin is the last thing on her mind. For a brief moment she was back with her men, waiting for that score of a lifetime, but when she grabs the handle of the crate and looks back it’s the clone armor that reminds her she is in fact alone. The sudden quiet of sadness doesnt last long as the doors behind them open and a new series of drods begin their march towards them. 

“Incoming!”

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[yikesharringrove]

So, I had this idea, but I'm not really good with writing Harringrove, so I thought I could share it with u. A modern au where Steve nd Billy are streamers in L.A. Like, maybe Billys a gaming streamer nd Steve is a v chill streamer nd basically half of their live streams consist of Steve sitting in Billys lap nd the two of them cuddling while just talking nd one day they get a donation question like, "Are the two of u dating wtf" nd they just go "duh" also. femme/nonbinary steve

I love the idea of Steve being jenna marbles-esque, just like sweet and kinda weird and super loved.

And y’all know my love for nb Steve.

Based loosely on this post. Mainly just the gif.

Watch me make up twitter handles lol

This is v soft and includes many of my headcanons for these two living their lovely modern lives.

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“Bill!”

Steve was yowling like a damn cat out in the kitchen, interrupting Billy’s stream. “Billy!”

“Stevie! I’m streamin’, Baby!” Hear could hear Steve’s feet plodding down the hall. The chat started going crazy as they appeared in the stream behind Billy, wearing a too-big sweater, thick wool socks on those perpetually cold little feet. Their hair was a fucking mess, and they were wearing their glasses, the big ones Billy loved.

They climbed on Billy’s lap, settling their face into his neck.

“What’s up?”

“Just wanted some lovin’.” Steve’s voice was soft, but they always put their face on the side Billy’s headset mic was on and the audience would go wild over the quiet things they said. Billy rubbed their back before going back to his game.

“Everyone welcome Stevie to the stream.”

He kept playing as usual, Steve a warm little puddle in his lap.

“Okay, Babes. I’m signing off for today, Steve is definitely asleep on me right now and I gotta put them to bed. Love you all, stay safe.” He had to awkwardly shuffle Steve around in his lap to turn off the stream, picking them up to take them to the room across the hall.

They had gotten a two bedroom when they were still friends, pretending they weren’t fucking in love with each other. They had moved into the bedroom formerly known as Steve’s, setting up Billy’s old room for streaming and video editing.

Steve snuffled as Billy took off their glasses, sliding into bed behind them.

-

Steve was sitting on the floor, laughing at the monitor.

They had been doing a series of Quarantine Madness videos, doing crafts and silly makeup tutorials.

They were currently trying temporary hairdye, had their hair sticking up in all directions.

“This is so fucking stupid, oh my god.” They had electric pink in their hair, Billy had gotten roped into it with dark blue.

“If you destroy my hair for YouTube hits, I’m gonna cry.” Steve had their thin fingers in his hair, rubbing the dye in.

“Oh, worse comes to worse you get ridda that fucking mullet.”

“You love this mullet. It’s my trademark.” Billy’s hair wasn’t supposed to be a mullet, was originally a shag that had grown in weird, but Billy had become known for it, and he had kinda grown to like it.

“The whole premise of this video is to get you to shave your head.” Billy laughed. “Okay, so we gotta wait like twenty minutes and then we gotta wash it out.” They looked at memes while they waited, figured Steve would edit all this waiting out of the video anyway.

They washed the dye out in the sink, scrubbing at one another’s heads before getting in the shower to clean off the patches on their skin.

They ended up getting a little distracted in the shower.

Steve had blow dried both their hair to see the color. The pink was subtle in Steve’s dark hair, the highlights they had gotten a few weeks before quarantine picking up more of the color.

Billy’s hair was bright fucking blue, and neither of them could stop laughing at it.

“I kinda, kinda love it on you, Bill.” Steve was brushing their fingers through Billy’s hair, making him lean into the touch like a damn cat.

The video ended up being wildly popular.

-

“So, you all tweeted us some questions, and we’re gonna answer them over live stream. We each picked a bunch to pose to one another, so yeah.” Steve shrugged. “Billy, @.DustinHendy wants to know why you’re such a little bitch.” Billy cackled, planting his face into Steve’s shoulder.

“Tell Dustin he’s a little garbage human.” Billy winked at the camera, making the comments along the side of the screen go crazy. “Um, I thought this question was interesting, @.llittlebug says: you two are so touchy. Are you together, or are you just close friends? We’re gal pals, actually.” Steve laughed, loud and bright.

“Two bros chillin’ in the hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause we’re not gay.” Steve sang, making them both crack up.

“Yeah, we’re very much in a relationship, have been for four years now.” Steve was giving him that soft smile Billy loved so much. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to that sweet little mouth. The chat was going insane, people sending comments along the lines of I knew it! and so happy for you both!

Steve’s cheeks were flushed.

“So, uh @.bigyikes asks, how did you two meet? Well actually, we went to high school together, and fucking hated each other when we first met, got in a big fight, worked our shit out became friends, moved in together, and fell in love like big dumb losers.”

“So bold of you to claim I ever hated you. I literally was fucking in love with them from the first time I ever saw them but I was, uh, going through a lot, and was kind of the worst back then.” Steve’s arm was on his shoulder, playing with the long hair by his neck.

“You’ve gotten so much better. And I’m proud of you.” Billy planted a kiss to their forehead.

“Next question before I fucking cry, @.imaloser wants to know our sexualities and gender expressions. I mean, you’ve been plenty open about all that.”

“Well, yeah. I’m pansexual and agender, which is under the nonbinary umbrella, but I like to typically present femme. And I use they pronouns, most of you know that, of course. I’m pretty open.” They turned big eyes on Billy.

“These days, I just identify as queer. I’ve always identified as a gay man, but I haven’t dated a guy in a long fuckin’ time.” Steve curled into his side.

“It’s been a learning process for both of us. I mean Billy’s the first person I dated seriously after I came out, and there was just a part of me that felt lowkey misgendered every time he said he was gay.”

“Oh, there was a lot of learning in those early days for sure. And I think we’re both still doing that. I hope I am.” Steve poked his stomach.

“You’re good to me, Bill.” There was a slew of sweet comments in the live stream.

“@.folks asks when did you get into makeup?” He turned to Steve.

“Growing up, most of my friends were girls, and I just always loved playing dress up, and getting make overs. When I was like, fourteen I think, I started playing with makeup myself, learning from YouTube tutorials, and just like, messing around with stuff. I always loved just feeling really pretty, so that’s why-” they gestured at themself, one of Billy’s shirts tucked into old worn out jeans, soft white cardigan. They had put on a full face of makeup for the stream.

“I think you’re the prettiest.” Steve laughed, headbutting Billy’s shoulder.

“Okay, so @.imstruggling wants to know who’s a better cook.” Steve turned dramatically to the camera. “Me, bitch!”

[oftenderweapons]

Stress Reliever  - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.9k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello! As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ll be publishing longer scenarios which could actually be considered small one-shots. The first theme will be stress-relieving/angry sex (’cause let’s admit it, that’s one great way to blow off some steam and ease some tension) 

I’ll be following the official order, so I’ll start with Namu uwu. 

I don’t really think I need to say this is smut, and filth and an unedited mess. Let’s just move on to trigger warnings. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing; unprotected sex within an established relationship (wrap it before you tap it, and please get checked for STIs regularly) lingerie kink, DADDY kink (like, how could I not) plus Joon is fucking packed and we all fucking know it, dirty language, allusions to cheating (but like, not really, how could one possibly cheat on daddy big dick Joon? Ha, not me), spanking, ddlg/bdsm dynamics, brat!reader, oral (female receiving, mentions of male receiving), peaches and cream (don’t look at me like that, how could I NOT do this) marking, biting, overstimulation and ruined orgasm (listen, daddy makes the rules, it’s not my fault, next time be less of a brat), cumplay, mild angst (lack of attention, abandonement issues). RIP to y/n’s deceased La Perla set. I suppose this is all? This is quite pwp, but not really. About 3900 words.

Also, here you can find my masterlist. Enjoy!

Your day had been phenomenal, your boss had complimented you and assigned you a new office as you joined your new team. You had celebrated going out for lunch with your new colleagues, getting to understand the dynamics and roles within the groups. Since you were given a free afternoon to receive a general briefing and celebrate your promotion you went off work earlier than usual, deciding to get yourself a nice new dress and some celebratory lingerie, all Italian lace and silken bows.

But your mood was sour. Namjoon didn't even bother reading your text, ignoring you all day, which normally would not bother you, but considering how hard you had been working for that promotion and how tired you were, but most importantly considering he knew how much it mattered to you, it really upset you. And you were meaning to make him pay for it. 

As you arrived at home you started getting ready, you bathed and did a face mask, hair all pretty and soft, fixed your nails. You felt gorgeous. Gorgeous and furious. Which was normally a very entertaining combination when you added Namjoon, who was currently absent without justification. He should have arrived home twenty minutes ago. 

When he finally came through the front door, you were lounging annoyed on the sofa. 

"Hi." 

You did not answer. And he didn't even notice, nor look at you. 

He went straight to the bedroom, got rid of his clothes and wore something comfy, going straight to the kitchen. 

"No dinner?" He asked. 

"I'm going out." He looked up to where you were sitting, a little baffled. 

"And no dinner?" 

"I called at the Garden, booked a table for two at nine. You could get ready in fifteen. It's on me."

His forehead creased. "I'm a bit tired."

You raised a brow. "I'm going out anyway." 

He huffed out. "Okay. Let me wear something decent."

Five minutes later he headed out, in jeans and a white shirt. He looked completely insane, the sleeves slightly rolled up, his hair pushed back. "Am I okay?" 

"You look divine." You were too turned on to deny him a compliment. "I'm sorry I made you dress up. I really wanna destress." 

His half tired look in his eyes had disappeared, probably thank to the brief shower he had taken. "It's good, baby."

You headed to the restaurant, his hand perched on your knee during the drive, his head heavy on your shoulder. He still hadn't mentioned your promotion. 

A nice waiter welcomed the two of you, he must have been new, considering you had never seen him before and you and Joon were pretty much two regulars there. 

He accompanied the two of you to the table, your hand reaching for your man, while he looked absolutely lost, completely disconnected from you. Even at the table you tried to spark a conversation but he was entirely unresponsive, only mentioning that he had been working on his new collaboration and he had been late because he had to meet the singer. The fact that it was a woman low-key triggered you. It's not like you were jealous, or maybe you were, but jealousy was a feeling you had felt before and you had always had the self control not to act upon it. However, mixing that mild jealousy with the disappointment of him not acknowledging your promotion and your special effort for your looks, together with his detached demeanour had you starting something you never thought you would have the guts to do. 

You started being excessively polite -- borderline saccharine -- to the cute waiter, asking for his name and behaving in an almost too friendly way, offering him nice smiles and sugary 'thank you's. 

Not that Namjoon seemed to notice. 

You were getting half an idea to gently grab the waiter's wrist and write your phone number on his forearm just to see what your boyfriend would do. 

By the time you finished your main course and got ready to close your meal with dessert, you were so upset you gave up on your usual tiramisu, telling Geonwu -- the waiter -- to hand you the bill. Namjoon seemed to get out of his bubble for a second, as you turned down the dessert, suddenly triggered by your strange change of habit. He must have really upset you, he thought as you gave the waiter your card and waited for the payment to be processed. 

A few minutes later you entered your apartment, kicking your shoes and heading for the bedroom. You hoped he would trip over your discarded shoes. Damn him. 

In front of the mirror in your ensuite, you started taking off your makeup, slowly undoing your hair. You hated him. 

He reached the bedroom too, standing in the door between your room and the bathroom, looking at you through the mirror. 

"I know what you were trying to do at dinner." He crossed his arms. "I don't like it at all." 

"I wouldn't have done it if you had payed attention to me." You took off your earrings and your watch. The necklace he had given you for your first anniversary. "But you were… Busy."

"So you wanted me to pay attention." He came up behind you, pressing himself against your backside. "Sorry thing I already knew you would land that promotion." He kissed your neck, slowly starting to unbutton the mother pearl buttons on your silk camisole. "So I thought I could keep you on edge and make you snap at me, make you so angry you would finally take all that tension off on me."

You held your breath as he nibbled at your neck. "And I know you were trying to rile me up and make me jealous just to get me to fuck you like crazy, uh?" 

He finished with the buttons and untucked your shirt, discovering the black lace corset underneath. 

"Was this part of the plan, little vixen?" He toyed with the strings of the undergarment, his sex now hard against your back. 

You nodded eagerly. 

"Then bend the fuck over cause Imma teach you a lesson." He lifted up your pencil skirt. "These are new, aren't they?" He said teasing the fabric. 

"Yes, daddy. I bought them for you." You just wanted him to snap, hoping that your submission would spark up his dominance. 

You saw a shiver ran down his spine. "So kind, but you didn't bend over yet. And this won't save you from your punishment." He said, pressing a heavy hand between your wing blades and pushing you down. "You know daddy likes giving you attention, so why didn't you ask?" 

"I didn't want to bother you, daddy." You already felt a whine in your voice, a petulant, bratty tone emerging. 

“I still don't get whether I should treat you like the brat you are or like the good girl you’re desperately trying to be.” Suddenly you felt the heavy smack of him delivering the first hit. You moaned out in relief and arousal. “You better keep quiet. You kept quiet while you should have told me you wanted me, so now that you wanna talk you’d better keep it down, brat.” he delivered another spank, making his point clear. “Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.” You lifted your head, your eyes rolling up from under your lashes.

He licked his lips and used his spare hand to hold your chin up high, so to maintain eye-contact. “Good girl.” He caressed your bum delicately. “Shall we say that you received your promotion at nine a.m., and now it's almost midnight. That makes it fifteen hours of you keeping it from me. Considering that you’re always so eager when I spank you I won’t include the first two blows I already gave you. Now hold tight because dirty girls like you don’t learn their lessons from soft punishments.”

By the thirteenth blow you were gripping the sink, knuckles white, face blushed with effort, a coat of arousal and sweat slickening your thighs. Namjoon’s tempo had slightly slowed down in order to softly brush your sensitive skin between a spank and another. “Come on, two more, ____. Enjoy them.”

He hit you with full force. Considering that you’d got used to the pain, your tolerance adjusting to his attack, he must have really put some fury in the last two. 

Now finally done with your punishment, he moved you slightly to the side, so to use the sink to cool down his palms. “Next time I should use a paddle. No use hurting my hands for punishing a spoiled brat.” Some part of you already felt a dark craving, moaning at the thought. He snickered at how hungry you always were for him.

He passed the cool skin of his hands on your glutes, offering you a small reprieve, taking care of you without giving any explicit sign of your punishment being over. You knew it wasn’t, and it didn’t surprise you when he hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs, kneeling to unhook them from your feet. “Those don’t deserve to be ripped.” Now at perfect eye level with your slit, he couldn’t help but give in to the smell and taste of you, licking up your soaked thighs, nuzzling his lips against your sex, delivering one sweet kiss. “Can you take it like a girl good and make daddy happy or do you wanna slow down?”

He probably knew how exhausted your muscles must have been from the position you were into. However, you wanted it your way. “Make daddy happy.” You murmured.

He smiled like a madman, still between your thighs, biting one of the few spots that weren’t bright red on your behind. He raised to his feet, towering over your bent shape, his nimble finger undoing his belt and jeans, gripping his hard on and using the tip to tease your entrance. “Baby, you got me so hard, watching you take your spanks so well, your ass so soft, quivering like jelly. You should see yourself right now, baby. Looking like a wet dream.” 

He caressed down your shoulders, using his free hand to hold your waist. You knew he wouldn’t bend down to kiss you, that would be so out of character. And considering he hadn’t stretched you out, you also knew it would hurt. 

“Ready?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.” He offered you his hand in your own and you gripped it hard as he slowly sinked in. It took him half a minute to bottom out. A deep groan followed. “So good, babe.” 

You released a heavy breath, squeezing you inner muscles lightly. “Woah baby, fuck.” He swore viciously, carefully beginning to roll his hips, both his hands on your waist, one of yours joining there, reaching for his fingers, craving for a small sign of affection while he was being careful not to hurt the bruises already forming on you ass. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, looking for the smallest sign of discomfort on your face and posture. Once adjusted, you arched further, allowing him a shift in angle that had him hissing and throwing his head back. His beautiful, dark hair followed, catching your attention in the mirror. His chest, still covered in the shirt, inflated, straining the buttons on his sternum. You would have done anything in that moment to kiss the small triangle of skin appearing at the base of his neck. 

Now newly focused, his eyes opened and fixed on you, while one of his hands moved to your breast, still covered in the corset, toying with your nipple, then gripping the flesh with his big palm.

“Joonie,” you dared murmur as his pace intensified. 

“You good baby?” He slowed down again, in fear he was hurting you. 

“So good, Joonie, I just—” You shut up a second, needing to focus before you continued your sentence. “I wanna cum, daddy.”

“It’s okay baby, let me take you there.” He made you turn your face and caressed your cheek tenderly, using his other hand to reach between your thighs, drawing taunting, tight circles on your clit, with just the right pace and pressure. God only knew how he did that. 

“Keep squeezing me baby, so close.” He gripped the back of your neck for leverage and his thrusts got stronger and faster, you completely losing it over the way his hips stayed closer to yours and pushed harder, pulling out just an inch before plunging in again. 

Your orgasm washed over you with sweet relief and you were sure it would have gone on for a bit less than a minute hadn’t Joon pulled out of you, his hand still toying with your clit, his vicious fingers way too skilled not to know how much he was affecting you -- and how wrong it all felt. “Joon, inside!” You cried out, barely coherent, only now noticing in the reflection that his arm was moving aggressively, his lower lip caught between his teeth before it slipped out, his jaw angrily clenching in a way that made you want to turn around and suck him into oblivion. 

“This ass still needs something.” He spat out through gritted teeth. 

Your mouth opened in wonder as you felt him press his tip to your skin, his hot flesh turning even hotter when he groaned out almost desperately, one hand still on his shaft, milking out his cum. 

“Do you like that, daddy?” You teased, wanting nothing but his fucked out babbling to praise you. 

“Love it, vixen, you nasty little fucker. I’ll put a damn ring on your dirty finger someday.” He muttered, his high almost over, the hand on your mound parting your labia before he slipped in sloppily, some drops of his orgasm ending inside you, while the rest made a sticky mess between the two of you.

He crumbled forward, mouth at your neck, his spine arching up away from you as he kept pushing his hips against yours, chest deflating with heavy breaths. One of your hands removed the fingers still massaging your sex into overstimulation. You were both a sweaty bundle of limbs, exhausted and brainless. 

“I’m so in love with you, ____.” He whispered in your ear. “My perfect baby.” The hand under you slipped to your chest, helping you handle the weight of your upper body. “Can you wait like this a couple seconds? I need to clean you up before we make a mess.”

You nodded sleepily while he stretched towards the closest towel, wetting the cloth under the tap and placing it against your skin as he slipped out. The arm under you helped you rise up, his mouth immediately kissing your cheek. 

“Did I go too hard?” He asked, his free hand touching you in tenderness and devotion, stroking your heated skin. He used a clean corner of the towel to swipe the dirty spots on your behind, then cleaning himself roughly.

“It was amazing.” Your head propped on his shoulder, your neck stressed because of your previous position. 

“Let me take you to the bathtub and ease out the knots on your muscles, yes?” He discarded the cloth and turned you around, kissing you softly and fondly. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you again. “You’re amazing.” He pressed his mouth to your forehead, “and now I wanna take care of you.”

He took off your corset with care, knowing how sensitive you were, but also how tired your body was, incapable of handling any violent push and pull to undo the garment. 

“Tell me you didn’t ruin it.” You said, voice imploring. 

“No. I was careful. I still regret ruining that La Perla I got you for your birthday. The colour looked so good on you.” He blushed, completely oblivious that two minutes ago he had been an unbelievably sexy, self-confident man spanking you and ruining your orgasm without the smallest hesitation. 

“I feel so spoiled, I took a bath this afternoon.” You murmured, thinking of all the wasted water. 

“Would you prefer a shower?” He asked, already closing the tap.

You nodded. Your muscles were sore but your conscience was still awake.

Opening the enormous shower he loved so much, he helped you sit down on the wide seat on the wall, flinching as the cold marble made contact with your bruising skin. 

Namjoon looked at you with wide eyes, feeling sorry for the pain you were feeling because of his selfishness. 

“Can I make it better?” He asked, caressing your face gently before pushing your hair back. His concerned tone made your insides melt. 

“I think that having a proper orgasm with your tongue between my legs would help.”

“You’re a spoiled brat. Never gonna learn.” He tried sounding angry, but the smile on his face told you otherwise. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You opened your legs wide as he kneeled before you. “You mentioned putting a ring on it, Joonie.” You teased, the inside joke between the two of you now sounding way too serious after he said it in that context, with that voice just an orgasm ago. 

“Careful or I’ll wife you.” He kissed your inner thigh, biting playfully. “Fill you up with babies.” He bit the other side. “Have you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”

“Please do, kind sir.” You begged, laughter spilling from your mouth.

He positively laughed at that, his fit of giggles tickling your skin. You were overflowing with love for him.

“Sounds shady coming from a lady who was flirting with the waiter at dinner just tonight.” He started sucking at your skin, the tissue bruising easily after his harsh treatment. “Do you think I forgot?”

Here he was again: gone Joonie, welcome daddy. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed sarcastically against your other thigh, now just a couple centimetres away from your heat. “Do you think he could have done you like that?” His hand grasped your breast, squeezing it viciously. “Like I did tonight?”

“No, daddy.” Your mouth opened as he started rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Do you think he could discipline you?” He asked, his voice matching the love bite on the soft skin of your crotch where your thigh met your pelvis. 

“Of course no, daddy.” You repeated, shifting delicately in your seat to accommodate his mouth.

“Good.” He perched your legs on his shoulders, then his tongue licked your labia forcefully, your flesh and his adhering perfectly, the bridge of his nose rubbing your clit deliciously. 

The angle was difficult, and if it hadn’t been for the whole sink ordeal, you would have probably balanced yourself on your arms and used your hips to fuck his face midair, but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell Namjoon knew he couldn’t trust your body like that tonight, the risk of you slipping because of a lousy grip or tired muscles too high. 

Much to your dismay, he parted his mouth from your cunt, meeting your gaze. You loved seeing how blissful he got when he was using his mouth between your legs, his brain too focused to think of anything else. It was his go-to stress reliever.

“Hold tight. Be careful.” He said with intention, as he moved an arm behind your back and brought you closer to his face, making you plant your feet on the ground as he laid down on the empty floor. With some attentive adjustments, following his lead, you ended up straddling his face, his head luckily away from the stream of water falling from the shower head. 

“I need you to ride daddy’s face, little vixen. Show me how much you wanna belong to me.” He teased with a dark growl. 

“That sounds so good daddy!” You squealed enthusiastically. “I’m going to make you so proud.” You promised, smiling at him before his mouth latched on you, his arms snaking around your waist and dragging you down. 

“I’m so happy when you lick me, daddy.” You said, voice mischievous, while he enthusiastically picked up his pace.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” His tongue lashed on your clit mercilessly as he kept pumping your most sensitive part with the muscles of his cheeks, hollowing them with the force of his movement. 

“I’ll learn...” Your breath caught in your lungs. “I’ll be so good to you.” 

His hands helped you balance yourself attentively, chasing your high, until you felt your eyes closing, the room spinning around you and your hips moving on their own command, your climax already possessing you. 

“Daddy, please, that’s...” The breathiest moan exited your mouth, your arms collapsing, Namjoon’s hands on your hips the only thing keeping you from smashing face first against the tiles. He moved his head with wide sweeps upwards, accompanying you through your high. In the meantime you managed to readjust, your weight now again in control, you eased Namjoon’s arms, thinking of how tired he must be. 

You lifted yourself up, sliding away from his face, down to his lap. 

He was incredibly hard, once more, quite unusually. “Please, let me ride you, daddy.” You tried to persuade him. “I’ll do all the work.” You were literally batting your eyelashes at him. 

He laughed breathlessly. “How can I tell you no, baby, when you sound so nice?”

“Can I?” You pouted. 

“Yes, baby.” He groaned.

You were on him in two seconds, grabbing him, squeezing him gently in your palm -- at which he shut his eyes tight -- and holding his tip towards your entrance, sliding on it flawlessly. 

“You feel amazing, ____.” He breathed from his spot on the floor, still in the same position as you’d left him after your mind-blowing climax.

You moaned out at the sound of your name, going already pretty fast to make sure that you both came as soon as possible. Namjoon’s hands led your vicious pace while your hand, already toying with your core, made sure that you could come to the edge of your third high within a few minutes. “Joonie, tell me you’re close.”

“Keep going, baby, almost there. Use your-- oh that!” His mouth opened, eyes scrunched. “There!” 

You smirked naughtily as you worked him with your kegels, hips gyrating on him.

“Joonie, help.” You called out, noticing that his arms were going slack. 

Exhaustion was getting to the both of you, but as he pushed up, chasing his sensations, you felt the change of angle and in a couple seconds you felt his hot cum fill your every crevice, your own orgasm mixing with his as your upper body collapsed, mouth searching for his neck. “Joonie.”

“Here.” His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as your legs started shaking and giving out. “I’ve got you, ____ baby.”

Your nose brushing against the side of his jaw, teeth scraping gently against the vein on his neck, you let your body be lulled by his breathing. 

“Love, let’s finish this shower and head to bed, yes?” He caressed your hair back, lovingly.

You have little memory of what happened afterwards, except his weight beside you on the mattress, the lights switching off his heartbeat calling you to sleep.