#let me jump off the cliff it would be great thanks

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(۶ૈ ᵒ _ᵒ)۶ૈ=͟͟͞͞ 🏈

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘮. 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭.

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 & 𝘫𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘤𝘬

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 741 words

⭒ a/n: thank you all so much for the support and appreciation!!! i never expected my story to be so well loved :') i will be uploading yan!rockstar pt.2, yan!sea god, and a masterlist after this one! <3 (god i hate jocks)

will you venture down this path?

pop music blasts throughout the forest, bottles of discarded alcohol litter the ground, and a hundred or so young adults looking to mess up their lives dance around the large bonfire. mid-semester exams have just ended and you and your friends have decided to go to Jean Marley's party.

you are now gathered around a smaller campfire with your friends, sharing stories and laughing alongside them. Jean, the star of the party, suddenly speaks up, "who's up for a game?" a collection of voices yell out their own versions of an agreement.

"alright, let's play... truth or dare!"

"i'm pretty sure this is how horror movies start, yeah?" someone whispers into your ear.

you turn to the direction of the whisper, eyes mere centimetres away from Liam's own hazel ones. a small giggle leaves your lips as you take a sip from your cup, "if this was a horror movie, you'd definitely be the killer." Liam gasps dramatically and clenches his dark varsity jacket where his heart would be.

"you'd suspect me?! agh, how could you—"

"oh, come on! don't you think that'd be a great plot? dumb jock— who's not actually dumb— hunts down all his friends, and seemingly has no reason to do so. why would he? he's rich, popular, and has everything he could ever ask for! it's the perfect plot twist."

"well, I could think of one reason why..."

"oh? and that is?"

he moves in closer, and you could smell the faded scent of his expensive cologne mixed with sweat. his sharp eyes droop ever so slightly as if he was now looking down at your lips.

"he was madly in love with the final girl. so much, he'd murder everyone else just to keep them to himself."

"wha—"

you are interrupted by Jean's voice, "y/n! truth or dare?" confusion hits you until you see the bottle has landed on you. oh.

"dare."

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Liam couldn't fucking believe you. why would you risk your life for a stupid dare?!

there you were, undressing yourself to prepare to jump off the cliff and into the lake. and here he was, watching with the others from a distance. he'd run over to you right now if he wasn't so... breathless.

phones were out, on-lookers recording this moment. you were barely dressed, figure so captivating you looked like a forest nymph dancing through the currents, the round moonlight created a silhouette of your body that further proved his comparison.

if anyone spreads those pictures of you, he's going to kill them.

in that moment, he felt his soul return to the body of his younger self on the first day of high school— he was trying out for the football team, destroying all the other prepubescent boys with no remorse. tryouts had ended and he was now an official member, that's when he first saw you.

you were on the field with your friends. they'd laid out a small picnic mat with books scattered all over them while you danced to the rhythm of a lana del rey song blaring through your phone speakers.

suddenly he knew— he knew all his prayers for a greater purpose in life were answered, you. the lyrics to the love songs his parents danced to in the garage finally made sense.

the mellow flashback was cut short by the sound of a loud splash in the water. you jumped.

panic settles in and he doesn't think before jumping into the lake with you. people cheer on as they take this as a sign to join in the water.

his biceps cling onto your body as he pulls the both of you to the surface. you wipe away any hair and water on your face and smile up at him. he returns your smile and you both swim to the land.

on land, his calloused hands never seem to retract from your waist. it settles itself on the cold, wet surface of your shirt. you can feel the heat radiating off his hands and an electric tingle in your spine.

people gather around your wet bodies and offer you both towels. it could be adrenaline, but you swear you could feel his grip tighten a little too much when others approach you.

Liam continues to stay by your side all through the night. even during the car ride home, his palms never leave your thigh.

guess you'll have a guard dog for a while.

[devildomwriter]

Last Things They Say to MC

Lucifer

“Mm… What’s wrong? Are you feeling nervous? Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Believe in yourself. And if you ever need a confidence boost, just say the word… I’ll do whatever you want, as many times as it takes. Just like I did now. I know how talented you are. It isn’t easy to earn my respect, but you managed to do it. Remember that.” or “…What’s wrong? Feeling nervous? If only we could stay like this, just like we are right now… …But the ceremony’s starting. Come on, let’s go.” — (80-22)

Mammon

“Yo, MC! Let’s try that again. But this time, land on MY lap!” or “Whoa… ALL RIGHT! Like, yeah…I did! I called for you!” — (80-22)

Leviathan

“What?! A bit too far?! You think I’m taking it A BIT TOO FAR?! The whole world can jump off a cliff! Everyone except me and the great Christopher Peugeot!” or “I’ll try not to, but I can’t make any promises!” or “I knew you’d understand! You’re a true friend, MC! You’re the only one I can share this moment with! The only one who knows what it means!” — (80-16 Hard)

Satan

“That was a really nice gift shop, they had all sorts of cat-themed stuff. We should go there again the next time we get a chance, MC.” — (80-19)

Asmodeus

“Oh MC! I’ve missed you sooo sooo SOOO much!” — (80-22)

Beelzebub

“I’m putting this in the box. It’s from the RAD Sports Festival. This is the slip of paper listing what I was supposed to find during the Bloody Scavenger Hunt. I was so hungry that I accidentally ate the original slip of paper, remember? It was just as you happened to be passing by… So you wrote my instructions down for me again on a new piece of paper. And on top of that, you have me some actual food to snack on.” — (80-19)

Belphegor

“Wait though, what are you doing here? I mean, I’m happy to see you, but…” — (80-22)

Solomon

“…Good, yes. Try to concentrate your magic energy in your forehead and fingertips… Nicely done! That was great! It’s been several weeks now since we left the Devildom, but your magic is still as strong as ever. All right, why don’t we go ahead and wrap up your training here for today? You’re about to head off right now, aren’t you? Tell everyone I said hi. Well, see you later, MC!” — (80-22)

Thirteen

“…Hmph, that’s no fun at all. Without you and that sham of a magician around to keep me on my toes, it’ll be so dull here.” — (80-17)

Simeon

“Anyway, I feel like maybe I’ve made a bit of progress on my personal journey now?” — (80-16 Hard)

Luke

“Right! Thanks, MC!” or “The truth is, I’d like to snap my fingers and become a truly great angel right now. But they say ‘slow and steady wins the race,’ after all! I’ll do my best! …But I’ll try not to be too impatient about it!” — (80-14)

Raphael

“…Have you forgotten that I’m standing right here? If you’re about to have a “moment”…don’t.” — (80-19)

Michael

“Goodbye. Until we meet again, MC…” — (44-18)

Little D. No. 2

“Here you are. Your assignment!” — (65-17)

Mephistopheles

“Anyway, changing the subject…MC, you’re here on a short-term exchange, aren’t you? Just like the second time you came here. It’s the same with Solomon. Your terms should be ending soon, right?” — (80-17)

Barbatos

“It’s a good thing Levi and Beel were there to break your fall, MC…” — (80-22)

Diavolo

“Now then, MC, is there anything you would like to say?” — (80-22)

[shankschewtoy]

idk if you’ve done this before but can you do either zoro or luffy finding out that their s/o is actually alive? like they watched them die and stuff and then a while later, they just come back like

a/n - I woke up at 3am today and I’m very motivated for some reason :) thank you for this request anon!

Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader

You had died a while ago, and Zoro still hasn’t recovered from it. Your death was… Enough to break the unbreakable man. Everyone in the strawhat crew knew how much you meant to him, he would die for you.

He still had little pictures of you laying around, little things to remember you by. It was sad, feeling how the bed you two shared was now one for only him. How when he trained, you weren’t hanging out with him. You didn’t save him from the pervert cook ever again… Nor did you help him deal with Luffy’s recklessness.

it was so… empty with you not there anymore. As if his life wasn’t complete. He was with his best friends for life, on his way to fulfill his dreams, and help his captain fulfill his. It was everything he could’ve wished for. Except you. You weren’t there anymore.

On the next island, zoro reluctantly came along with Nami and Robin to help with the supplies shopping. They thought it would be good for him to get out of the ship for a little while. He walked, his head hanging low, his hand perched on the hilt of his katana in case anyone dared to attack him.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice, he could’ve sworn it was yours. How could he ever forget it? Your tone that always brought comfort to him, whenever you spoke, it put him at ease, no matter what you were talking about. He looked up to see a hooded figure speaking with a merchant, negotiating a price.

His body moved for him, walking towards the person quickly, taking off their hood and staring at them to see if it was you or not.

It wasn’t.

“What the hell man?! What’s your problem?!” The man yelled at him angrily, swatting his hands away. Zoro sighed heavily, great, now he was hearing things.

“Zoro?!”

He looked up at the merchant. No fucking way. It was you.

He literally jumped over the stands of fruit and tackled you, wrapping his bulky arms around you so tightly you couldn’t even breathe. No, what are you thinking? He totally wasn’t crying!

“Y/n- where the hell were you? And how did you survive? I saw you-“

“Die? Yeah nope that didn’t happen. I’ve been waiting here for a while since I know you guys had planned on coming here.”

“You could’ve sent a letter dammit! And there’s things called den den mushis where a literal fucking snail can call me?!!”

He was mad, happy, sad, confused, but most of all? Relieved, to see you alive, safe, and in his arms again. “Sorry Zoro- but I’m too broke to afford one! I can barely pay for an apple in this expensive town!”

He chuckled a bit, kissing your cheek before leading you out of the stand. “Ahem?! My fruit?!” The hooded man asked before Zoro shot him the nastiest death glare he’d ever experienced. Anddd- that shut him up pretty quickly, sending him running away with fear.

“Come on, I bet everyone’s going to be excited to see you again.. don’t ever do that again or else I’m going to kill you.”

“Ok ok- sorry babe.”

Luffy was never- truly the same after your passing. Watching you take that hit for him as you fell off the cliffs into the steep waterfalls. God he remembered it as if it was yesterday, it kept haunting him, following him, stalking his life.

He still smiled, had his rambunctious attitude, reckless behavior, and meat loving self. But whenever your name was brought up, he wasn’t smiling anymore, in fact, he never could find happiness in hearing about you anymore.

All he could think about was how he let you die. Just like he did with ace. Everyone knew, everyone saw the changes from his old self. They hoped that this new island would help cheer him up, since it had been known for its very delicious meat.

He obviously tagged along with Robin and Sanji to pick out the “best” meat. When he was standing around, struggling not to eat it before Sanji even got a change to cook it, he saw a glimpse of someone he used to know. They looked- just like you!

It took him not even a moment to start running towards the person, turning them around to see that it… it was you!

“Y/N!”

He tackled you down, his arms wrapping several times around you, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “LUFFY!”

Oh god you missed him so much- just to be able to hug him like this again was more than enough to bring life back into your heart again. “How are you here?! I thought you- fell off the cliffs?”

“I did, and Luffy. It wasn’t your fault ok? I’ve been wanting to tell you that for so long. Don’t blame yourself, I was the one that was too angry, and just attacked with no plan. I was the one that got myself almost killed ok? Not you.”

You kissed his forehead, you definitely knew Luffy had been blaming himself this entire time for your “death”. He grinned, peppering your face with his kisses, tickling your cheeks. “Sanji picked out some yummy meat, tonight we’re gonna have a feast!!!”

You smiled at him. Finally, you were home.

a/n - this was adorable help

[joenotexotic99]

Hi honey, I have to say I love your stuff. You write absolutely great. Could you do a headcannon on BoB and what type of love would you give them? I mean love at first sight, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, etc. I'd be happiest with Winters and Nixon and Speirs, but do what you will. Thank you.

A/n: here you go my love. When I finally re read the request I realized you might have wanted the pov's reversed but it was too late. Hopefully it's not too bad. I will happily switch it to reader pov if you wish.

Warnings:fluff

Masterlist

Richard winters

-friends to lovers. I don't think that this man thought of romance when he first met you. Attractive? Most definitely. However he had bigger things preoccupying his mind. Yet somehow at some point, you wiggled your way to being one of his best friends. Don't tell nix. Something about you practically scrambled his brain. He doesn't know when in the friendship he fell or if he fell in the very beginning. But when he realized just how much he loved you it was like he jumped off a cliff without a parachute. He knew right then and there you were it for him. He probably felt nervous telling you due to the fact that he never gave off the impression that he likes you. But let's just say the feelings were reciprocated.

"Dick, I have been flirting with you this whole time."

"Really??"

Lewis nixon

- love at first sight. This man took one look at you and said yes. He may not immediately start flirting with you out of respect, but he will damn well be tied to your finger. Will always open doors for you, and give you his coat when you're cold. So many acts of services. At one point you two were at a bar and some private made his way to your side to start a flirty conversation where he swears he got to hands'y. He knew that you were single but he was extremely jealous nonetheless. Eventually he had to leave to get some air. You followed shortly to catch up with him. You confronted him asking what has gotten into him as of late. He never wanted it to come out like this but it sort of just spilled out of him. He rambled on about his feelings before you cut him off with a kiss and a huge grin on your face.

"Shut up nix and take me on a date"

Ronald speirs

-Distance attraction, I don't know what to call it, this is the closest I can get. It just feels right. Basically, Speirs isn't quite love at first sight, he's the guy who needs to really get to know you to start building a relationship like that. However this man has a MASSIVE crush on you. But he's too prideful to say anything seeing how simping for someone isn't exactly in Ron's profile. He just admires you from a distance while simultaneously stuffing his emotions deep down. Much better in his book. Yet he still does his very best to be by your side at every moment possible even though he spends a lot of time trying not to think about how perfect you are. It's you who makes the first move. You obviously like him and you know he does too. It's obvious to everyone but no-one says a single word. And before you can finish telling him if he wants to go out some time, he's already agreeing.

"Yes"

"What?"

"You free Friday?"

Carwood lipton

-childhood friends to lovers. He was the boy next door. You two were friends from first grade through college. Sharing secrets, sleepovers, getting into mischief. Car started crushing on you when you two were teenagers. Said crush continued all the way until you two volunteer to join the paratroopers. War was hell but you seemed to make it just a little bit more manageable. His life in the war picked up significantly and he had a freight train worth of responsibility placed on his shoulders. Yet you never left his side. It wasn't until Austria that he confessed his feelings. He almost felt sick when he told you in fear of losing his best friend. It was short sweet at straight to the point. You were silent for what felt like an eternity. Lip almost took off in fear of rejection. He was stopped in his tracks by the sound of your laughter. He turned to hear you laughing with the biggest smile on your face.

"Clifford carwood Lipton, do you know how long I've been waiting for those words"

Joseph Leibgott

-Enemies to lovers. Your relationship started off Rocky. Your personality clashed and having a civilized conversation was seemingly impossible. Every time your paths crossed it was filled with banter, insults and tension. Sometimes it got to the point where someone needed to intervene. When you would walk into the same room that Joe would be in it's like the air seemed to thicken. The cold stares and passive aggressive comments. As the war progressed your comments never faulted but the tension you ask? It could be felt by an entire room. And all that hate seemed to not leave as bad as a taste in your mouth. Joe knew from the start that he hated and loved you. You know the type of enemies to lovers where it's like 'she's mine' and 'who did this to you?' It's giving that. He got so fed up with replacements trying to whisk you away so he simply grabbed you by the waist and kissed you.

"Don't lever leave with one of them alright sweetheart?"

"Wasn't planning on it"

[aokoaoi]

Shuri x fem!reader request where she catches her as she’s falling somewhere relatively high? I just melt at the idea of Shuri just catching the reader mid-fall, not like a trip, like an *actual* fall; Shuri has the Black Panther powers (she’s super agile, great reflexes, can clearly move quickly, and I thinkkk would be decently strong) so she should get to put those powers use, dang it! Oh, and would it be cool if the reader is just like “oh. wow.” swoon and not really concerned at all while Shuri’s just freaking out (like “Are you OKAY?!? Are you HURT!!?!”)? I loveee smug/cool Shuri sm but having uncool/nervous/worried/sweet Shuri is such a rarity that I really love it. AND thank you so much for all your Shuri x Reader content. It’s genuinely so hard to find non-smut content of her and you just write her so well!

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?

pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

authors note : im so sorry this took so long😭! I had a hard time writing for this request, my creativity and motivation wasn't really participating so this is just very horrible💀

Your glare hardened on the enemies masked face as they inched closer to you, grabbing the stolen spear a Dora Milaje once held. You inhaled sharply, grabbing your own weapon tightly as you began to walk backwards, not noticing the edge of the cliff behind you.

Not wasting anytime, you striked your spear. The invader ducks, and a mammal behind them emerged and jumped on you. Your sword pierced through the animal instead, and it furiously let's out a pained roar.

The mammals impact on you semd you both backwards, and onto the edge of the cliff. Your eyes widened in realization when your foot felt nothing but air, and the mammals frightened look seemed like they realized it too.

The animal roared slightly as you pushed it away from you with harsh force, watching as it fell more faster than you.

You choked back a scream as you hyperventilated, unsure of what to do. Will you die? God no, you hope not. You'd rather die fighting enemies rather than a fucking mammal.

Your eyes stayed on the ground as the wind wiped on your face, your eyes dilated.

Your breath quickly hitched when you saw something from your peripheral vision, specifically, a black form from the sides of the cliff as it swiftly jumped on you.

A surprised yelp escaped your mouth when you were forcefully pushed to the side by someone's body engulfing your own. Your beloved savior clawed at another edge of a cliff, making a God awful scratching noise in your ears.

At the sound of the scratching, it gave you a clew who the hell decided to jump on a cliff to save you.

Shuris body collided with the rocky surface as she protected you from it by shielding you with her form. You breathed in a deep inhale, rocky huffing as you looked up to her.

Her black panther mask revealed her face, watching as she looked at you with worry as if she hadn't just threw herself on bulky rocks. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She hurriedly asked.

You shook your head incredulously, looking at her ridiculously. "..did you just fucking jump off a cliff to save me?"

Shuri opens her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Her head tilted as if saying 'yeah, duh?'

"What was I supposed to do?" She questioned you, her hand on your waist gripping tightly as she looked down below you two. Her other hand remaind clawing at the side of the cliff.

You merely let out a chuckle, completely trying to forget the fact you were almost gonna die five seconds ago. Your head buried against the girls neck, letting out a sigh of 'holy shit im alive'.

"My love and savior."

Shuri sweatdrops at your words, unsure of how to feel. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head..?" She trails off, and you slightly grinned at her.

"I'm fine. I just fell off a cliff, that's all. You should be more worried about that damn mammal who attacked me." Shuri winced at that, glancing down as if she was looking for the said mammal.

"..yeah."

A few breaths exchanged, and a spark went out in your head. "Shuri how the fuck will we get back up." You removed your head from her shoulders, looking at her incredulously.

She looks at you the same way, eyes wide. "You know how to climb right?"

"Shuri im not some fucking superhuman with panther abilities."

"I'm sure they'll find us here."

"Baby, what the actual fuck."

Shuri grins arlt the nickname, booping your nose with her own slyly. "Say that again?" She hums, coyly looking down at your lips.

You playfully slapped her shoulder, but then ended up letting out a surprised noise when you slightly slipped from her hold. Your arm quickly wrapped around her neck, afraid of falling again.

"Please get us out of this cliff. This'll forever leave a scar onto my memory."

"Hey, it's your fault. You let that tiger tackle you."

"It was a tiger?"

"..it wasn't?"

THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEE AAAUUUUGHHHHHHHHH

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can you maybe write a quickie blurb with rafe cameron using these dialogues ‘’We shouldn’t be doing this.’’ and “If we get caught it’s totally your fault.”??? please and thank you

I haven’t written for obx in so long and I miss it! Please send more requests for Rafe and JJ!!

Who else is excited for season 3 next year? Rafe’s shaved head is throwing me off, but did you all see the clip of JJ jumping off a cliff? That’s my chaotic boy <3

Warning: smut

keep sending requests

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‘’We shouldn't be doing this,’’ you said, guilt hitting you as Rafe pounded into you relentlessly, the snapping of his hips bouncing between the walls of his bedroom.

‘’You're the one who called to see if I was up to fuck,’’ he reminded you, grabbing your hips and lifting you slightly off the bed to change the angle.

‘’I know, but- Fuck, just like that,’’ you cried out, the sensation in your pussy sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

A smug grin curled on Rafe’s face and he kept going, giving his all.

He might be an asshole ninety percent of the time, but Rafe Cameron knew how to make a girl come. It was probably due to the experience he had acquired through getting with girls every night during his high school days. Since drunkenly getting into the backseat of his truck, you and him had been seeing each other secretly and you never felt more sexually satisfied.

Your only issue was, your brother and him were not on great terms and if John B. were to know Rafe was the guy responsible for the I-just-got-fucked smile on your face every time you came home, he would blow a fuse.

‘’Are you saying you want us to stop?’’ Rafe asked when you were both getting dressed.

Sarah and their dad would be returning soon and you couldn’t let Sarah see you with Rafe. She would tell John B. immediately. 

You shook your head, slipping your tee shirt over your head, covering the bite mark your forbidden booty call had left on your breast. Even with a bra on, it was visible. ‘’I’m saying if we get caught, it’s totally your fault. How am I going to cover that bite?’’

A frown formed between Rafe’s eyebrows. ‘’You show your tits to your brother? I didn’t know John B. was into weird shit.’’

‘’No!’’ You grimaced. ‘’I meant a bikini, you idiot.’’

‘’Oh.’’ Rafe shrugged, laughing to himself. ‘’Have fun figuring it out because it won’t be the last you get from me.’’ 

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Taglist: @taylordaughter  @gillybear17 @liltimmyst @eos-princess   @kaitieskidmore1 @instabull  

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[ohanny]

KentaKim royalty AU!

(screw “five fun facts” i have never been good with rules, @le-trash-prince hope you don't mind)

once upon a time, in a land far, far away tony is king and also a giant, sexist dick. he rules his kingdom with an iron fist, over-taxes the poor, believes alphas are the shit and omegas are only good for breeding and has made being the royal gardener into the most perilous position in the land (he beheaded four gardeners last year alone for over watering his bonsais and one for looking at them with “malice in his eyes”). but even a grand monarch like tony must have allies - and since everyone thinks he's a raging asshole, he actually desperately needs them which is why he resorts to the oldest royal scheme of them all: MARRIAGE.

enter kim. kim is the royal omega from an extremely wealthy kingdom just across some ocean stretch and sails into town, set to marry tony’s eldest son babe. (well, currently eldest. tony does not have a great track record when it comes to keeping custody.) babe is not very enthusiastic about this situation since he is carrying a secret affair with the castle archivist, charlie. (and by secret i mean pretty much everyone except tony knows but since they like babe, they just pretend babe actually is that passionate of a reader behind closed doors.)

but babe also has a conscience and really feels bad for kim who seems like such a nice young man so when they stroll in the gardens, arm in arm, far enough from their chaperones for an illusion of privacy but in their sight so nothing uncouth could happen, babe apologetically whispers that he finds kim bewitching indeed but alas his heart belongs to another. to which kim says “oh thank fuck, i would rather jump off a cliff than let you knot me”

babe: well that’s a bit harsh.

kim: also your dad’s shit.

babe: i mean -

kim: and i am here to kill him

babe: um -

kim: by the way, pete says hi!

and oh pete, tony’s original eldest son who years ago sadly perished (was banished) because he fell off a horse (because he dared to do something as leftist as write poetry to the stable boy way). it was actually kim’s family who sheltered pete and recognized him as a way better option for tony’s throne and kim is in cahoots with him, going undercover. in return of a proper alliance and the liberation of tony’s people, kim’s family will get rid of tony - plan a being an assassination, plan b an outright invasion.

plan a is proving to be quite tricky due to tony being a paranoid motherfucker, but kim is patient. of course something has to throw a spanner into his plans and that something is someone: namely kenta, tony’s secret bastard son most loyal knight. it starts when kenta is sent to summon kim to afternoon tea and sneaks up to him so quietly that he startles kim and suddenly finds himself slammed against a statue with a knife against his neck - oh how the turns have tabled!

kim: oh shit.

kenta: …

kim: i mean oh no, you scared me kind sir!

the knife disappears in the blink of an eye and kim let’s out this ditzy little giggle and offers his arm all “isn’t it time for tea! how lovely!” steadfastly ignoring kenta’s disbelieving are-you-fucking-kidding-me eyes. and well, kenta does escort kim to have his lovely afternoon tea with the other palace omegas. and then keeps escorting kim everywhere. no matter where kim tries to sneak off to, kenta somehow always finds him and it takes everything he has in him to not snap and scream because it is infuriating.

and then the ball happens. because of course there has to be a ball to celebrate the fortuitous engagement full of fancy dresses and foods and wine and palace plots! kim wants to take the opportunity of all the chaos and security being centered around the throne room where tony holds court to sneak but this time it is not kenta who catches him first. this time it is just your regular assassin hired by your regular jealous local omega noble who had their eye on babe and are now pissed they missed out on the royal wedding special. kim is honestly a bit shocked because “seriously?!?” but then kenta, once again, appears out of nowhere and steps in front of kim to shield him as the assassin attacks.

kenta kills the assassin but gets rather seriously hurt in the process. they’re alone in an empty hallway and kim is applying pressure on kenta’s stab wound, cursing up a storm, just letting it all out because what’s the point of hiding anymore? he goes on an epic, totally not panicked, rant about his fuckass skirt and who the fuck wears this many frilly layers, it is the most impractical shit ever and how he totally could have dealt with the assassin on his own if it weren’t for these damn petticoats! “see this is what's wrong with your entire society!” kim hisses as he drags kenta towards the sick bay. “obviously your omegas cannot do anything because who fucking could wearing all this crap! i am a person, not a cupcake!”

kenta stares up at kim in awe. he should probably have more questions but… wow. at least he can blame it all on blood loss.

so anyway, kim dumps kenta outside the sick bay and then runs off before anyone can see him and his blood stained clothes. he enters his room, sends a maid to the party to tell them he suddenly felt ill and retired early, and then spends the rest of the night pacing, pretty sure he fucked up and should be fashioning a rope out of his sheets to scale the tower and disappear. but nothing happens. he hears there was an attack, of course, and sir kenta got hurt but when questioned, kenta looked tony straight in the eye and said he must have hit his head because he cannot remember anything.

kim really could have done this without catching feelings but fuck.

so the next time he and babe have their little garden stroll, kim lowers his voice and insists they will add kenta to the list of people who will be protected at all costs. when babe sceptically exclaims kenta is tony’s right hand man, kim stares him down with a “he goes on the list or you can kiss me and my armies goodbye.” that is one thing dealt with. the next is actually avoiding getting knotted by babe because tony would love to have them married by the end of the month and that cannot happen. so kim starts delaying by any means necessary - he insists his religious beliefs demand they be wed when the stars are aligned a certain way and oh, he simply must have pink gardenias in his ceremony! it has been his dream ever since he was a little pup but alas it is november so they must wait until gardenias are in full bloom!

kim in the council meeting in his cupcake dress:

tony, gritting his teeth: of course. we don't want that.

but the longer kim delays, the more tony suspects something is off. kim is cagey and his mask is wearing increasingly thin. there are rumblings of soldiers making moves and gathering in kim’s kingdom. fuck, even kenta is being shady with his head injury and insisting he keep an eye on kim and then come back with shit like “he complained the tea wasn’t sweet enough and then accompanied babe to the library to read poetry.” absolutely useless, that one. the horror.

of course this will all come to an end when tony, sick of kim’s antics, invites him into a totally non-threatening family dinner in the privacy of his quarters. babe is there, as is kenta, guarding the door. it is the tensest consuming of roasted quail the kingdom has ever experienced with buttholes all across the land clenching for seemingly no reason. for dessert tony serves kim tea with a side of hair yank and knife to a throat with a “you will marry my son in three days time or take a dive off the tallest tower, you filthy fucking -”

aaaaaand he has a knife in his back. it's unclear who looks more shocked: tony or kenta himself who kind of acted on instinct when he saw his kim threatened and about to be married off to someone else. he is about to just go full catatonic because oh, what has he done when kim grabs his face and kisses him. “wow. the plot twists just keep on coming” babe says to absolutely no one but if he has leaned one thing from charlie, it is that someone needs to narrate things for the record.

(of course it isn't as easy as simply getting rid of tony but it is a great start. they will have to weed out loyalists and find out who they can trust and then rework the whole damn constituion but hey, no tony! pete and way will ride in with an army at their backs only to meet open gates and a very smug kim (happily wearing pants) stating “i told you my ass was irresistible enough to get the job done!”)

[whatsthethinking]

Alignment: part three

Lo'ak x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

➴ Summary: Eywa finally hears Lo’ak’s pleas for her to bring his brother back but instead of a brother, Lo’ak receives howling winds with lashing rain and a warrior… who eats people?

➴ Warning: Neteyam’s death

➴ Word count: 3.2k

➴ Note: y/n’s finally here. Took her long enough and it took me long enough to write the end. Let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions, feel free to share it with me. Thank you to everyone who has been reading, it is much appreciated.

[two] [four]

Y/n sat in a cave behind a waterfall, sharpening arrowheads and clearing her mind. Lately, she has been feeling a deep sense of unease. She couldn't place it. It felt like she was waiting for something terrible to happen. Y/n felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, the slightest gust of wind would push her over. Due to this unease, y/n could barely sleep. She could feel her body growing cold when she closed her eyes, waves lapping at her feet. She couldn’t breathe. There was great pressure in her chest. 

Y/n put her final arrowhead down, letting out a sigh. She needed sleep. Her lack of sleep was making her sloppy, so sloppy that she had almost fallen off of Rìkxi the day before. Closing her eyes, she leaned against the cave wall. She focused on the sounds around her. The rushing water from the waterfall, the small creatures scurrying around and the sound of Rìkxi eating whatever he found on his hunt. Slowly but surely, y/n fell asleep.

All around her was the sound of frantic pops and whistles, along with the sound of water. y/n felt so disorientated. She felt like she couldn’t see. Was it due to all of the commotion? Yells and blaring horns or that she doesn’t recognise her surroundings. With a deep breath, y/n stepped forward, covering her eyes as the sun hit her. She wasn’t sure why, but she took off running. Her legs have a mind of their own.

“Bro, come on.”

“Let’s go.”

Y/n skidded to a stop. She could hear all of these voices, but she was alone.

“Go! Go, go, go!”

“Give me that!”

“This way.”

Y/n’s body jerked forward and she jumped off the platform’s side. She immediately put her hand on the centre of her chest as she hit the water. Suddenly, her body was in searing pain. She felt as though all the air in her lungs was knocked out. Resurfacing, y/n could hear her heart beating frantically in her ears.

“Bro! That was insane, Cuz! Yeah!”

“Skxawng. I’ve been shot.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what she was saying or who she was speaking to. She was struggling to tread the water. Why is this happening? Why am I being lifted? Who am I holding on to? 

Water rushed by her legs, and frantic shouts filled the air. Y/n couldn’t focus. She found herself wheezing and struggling to breathe.

“Dad! Help! It’s Neteyam!”

Neteyam?

Y/n felt herself being lifted again and then laid on her back. Waves lapped at her feet, pressure on her chest. Her vision was blurred. Five figures were in her vision, but she couldn’t make out who it was due to the sun setting behind them.

“I want to go home,” she meekly voiced, confused by the words coming out of her mouth.

Her heart started beating rapidly as the corners of her vision darkened and she gasped for air. She could feel her mouth moving, but there was no sound.

Y/n let out a weak breath as her eyes went dark. She could no longer see, but her hearing was clear.

“Neteyam?”

Neteyam?

“No, no, no, no! Neteyam!”

With a cry of the unknown name, y/n’s eyes shot open, a hand flying to her burning chest, her breathing erratic.

What kind of dream was that and who the hell is Neteyam?

“Sister! Are you there?”

Taking a moment to gather herself, a smile crept onto y/n’s lips at her younger brother's voice. The dream being forced to the back of her mind. Stepping out from behind the waterfall, y/n was met with the sight of her brother bouncing on the spot 

“What’s happened?” She questioned once she was close.

“You missed it! The watchers have returned! They say that sky people are killing tulkun!” Her brother, Atan, exclaimed.

“Tulkun? So suddenly? Why?.”

“They don’t know. But they say that it may be that rogue one being hunted. I doubt they’ll catch him, though. He’s really strong and brave.” Her brother explained 

“Payakan? I wondered where he got to; I hadn’t seen him around in quite some time,” y/n replied, thinking of the tulkun she had become familiar with growing up. Y/n sighed, smiling down at her brother, her chest aching. “Let’s head back. We don’t want to miss dinner.”

“You’re hurt,” Sya stated to her daughter as she rounded the corner.

“Good morning, mum.” Y/n replied, “I’m not hurt. Good morning, dad.”

Sya’s eyes quickly examined her daughter with her head tilted before stepping forward, which made y/n take a step back.

“You are hurt, here,” Sya poked the centre y/n’s chest, “and here,” poking her back, between her shoulder blades. Noting how her daughter flinched as if a hot blade had touched her skin.

“I’m fine; maybe I slept wrong.”

Sya was about to scold her daughter for thinking lightly of this injury. Knowing that it was much more than just sleeping incorrectly, but a horn bellowed throughout the village, alerting everyone to a new arrival. A hunter poked their head through the family's hut, acknowledging the Tsahik along with the rest of the family

“Sir! An ikran has landed on our shores. Two riders. One seems to be significantly injured. They demand to speak with you. They are not real Na’vi.”

Za’te hastily stood up and exited the hut entrance before turning back and motioning his daughter to follow.

“Y/n come. Consider this training.”

Y/n walked alongside her father as they made their way to a group of villagers huddling around their unexpected guests. As the pair approached, the huddle quietened and separated, allowing the Olo’eyktan and his daughter to see their guests.

One of the Na’vi stepped forward with his head high showing his confidence. Y/n decided he was overly confident. He was tall, but Za’te was taller and more muscular.

“My name is Miles Quaritch; this is Lyle Wainfleet. We are Recom for the RDA, we-.” The overconfident man started but, Za’te cut him off, already having enough of his broken Na’vi.

“Why have you come?” Za’te questioned with a heavy accent.

“You speak English?” Quaritch questioned with amusement, “we are seeking one of our own. A traitor. Jake Sully. He is hiding amongst the reef people.”

“If he is amongst the reef, why have you come here?”

“The stories of your people are legendary amongst the Na’vi. Vicious warriors. Hunters. Trackers. My planet is dying, we came to Pandora to start anew. If my people have any chance of survival, Jake Sully must answer for his crimes. He knows the way we humans fight, and how we plan. He doesn’t know how your people fight. I am asking for your help in defeating an enemy.” Quaritch ended his speech by looking around at the warriors facing them. Although he didn’t show it. He was slightly frightened. If the Island Na’vi didn’t believe him and the stories were true, he and Lyle would be dead before they hit the floor… Again.

Y/n looked past Quaritch to Lyle, who seemed to be visibly on edge but that way be due to the injuries littered over his boy. Making eye contact, Lyle looked away instantly.

“Why should my people help you?”

“I see that your living arrangements are similar to those that used to be on Earth. We have teams that can help you build. Your warrior’s weapons are forged; my people can help you produce better weapons. You speak English, we have people that can teach you, all of you. All of this is available to you if you aid me in finding Jake Sully.”  Quaritch’s speech seemed to appeal to some villagers in the crowd, but y/n knew nothing would come of it. She knew her father had already made up her mind the second he saw these outsiders.

“I know the story of Jake Sully. I know what the sky people want with our lands. You invaded the forest, destroyed homes, and killed the people. Do not think that it is unknown because we live away from the forest. Jake sully bested you many years ago, and it seems that he was able to do so again. You are brave coming here but stupid. My people will not allow the same destruction to fall on our lands as it has the forest and now the reefs. We will not aid you in the hunt for Jake Sully. He is not our enemy. You and your people shouldn’t be here. Jake sully is Na’vi, one of the people.”

By the end of Za’te’s speech, it was clear that Quaritch did not get the expected reply. He took a challenging step towards Za’te but was stopped by the leader of the warriors.

“Take them below the mountain. They do not leave.” Za’te stated bluntly. “Nobody speaks with them without my permission.” 

Quaritch hissed at Za’te, who did not react. Y/n watched Lyle stumble away behind him. Sure that she had seen him before. 

“What about the Ikran?”

“I’m sure it’ll make itself scarce.”

Y/n sat in the corner of the family hut, wrapping twine around Atan’s spear while humming a songcord she knew didn’t belong to anyone in her family or on the island. She can’t remember where she heard it, but it has stuck with her for two years.

“Y/n! Y/n! Come quickly!” A familiar voice screamed. “Hurry!”

Y/n shot up and marched out of the hut, her eyes meeting Zu’a, she had been training under Sya to be a healer. As soon as Zu’a spotted the girl she was searching for, she leaped forward, snatching y/n's wrist, dragging her towards the mountain where the less desirable people were kept. When they arrived, y/n immediately spotted her mother rushing around to tend to the injured villagers, her brother close behind.

Shaking her arm free, y/n ran to her father, who looked like he was seconds away from breathing fire.

“Dad! What happened?”

“Y/n.” Za’te took a deep breath to not yell in frustration at his daughter. “Someone took it upon themselves to let those mutants out of their hold. Some of our own are injured. I have sent some warriors to the smaller islands to search for them, but I believe they'll try and return to the forest. If we do not hear any news, I want you to take Rìkxi, watch the skies and hunt them down, even if it means venturing to the forest yourself. No survivors.”

“No survivors,” y/n repeated with a nod of confirmation.

Flying over the ocean always brought peace to y/n, she didn’t go this far often, so she appreciated every second of it. The weather was lovely today. Not a single cloud in the sky. Y/n and Rìkxi gilded low in the sky. Low enough to see the marine life breach the ocean's surface and skim Rìkxi’s feet. They had been out for a few hours, somewhat directionless. But what was she to do? She didn’t know when or where that Quaritch man would rear his ugly head.

Y/n continued her one-sided conversation with Rìkxi. Talking to him about passing the rites she completed a year prior, about the songcord, and the training with her father to prepare her to take his place. Also, about the conversation she had avoided with the village elders, finding a mate.

Rìkxi backed to the left as a swarm of dorado verde flew in their direction, bringing y/n out of her daze.

The peace y/n felt ended once she noticed the sky starting to darken around them. She urged Rìkxi to climb, hoping that they could get above the clouds before the storm began, but for what seemed like the first time, Rìkxi wasn’t fast enough.

After what seemed like hours of flying blind, y/n finally saw a solid shape on the horizon, Rìkxi must have seen it, too, because he started to descend. Something collided with the armour strapped to Rìkxi’s chest during the descent. The collision was hard enough to knock the pair off course and drop. Y/n wiped her face with the back of her hand, irritated.

“Land Rìkxi!”

Letting out a roar, Rìkxi started to dive and glide over the top of the village, circling around and then landing. Y/n jumped off of her companion, immediately checking him for any injuries. She was aware that whoever resided on this island had started to gather a distance away, but she didn’t care. Rìkxi’s breastplate was damaged, and the broken piece had wedged between his scales. Y/n muttered a quick apology before pulling it out, but he didn’t seem to notice, more concerned with their audience. Y/n felt Rìkxi’s body rumble before he let out a growl. Y/n ran her hand along Rìkxi’s body and under his wing.

“Mawey Rìkxi, mawey. Be nice.”

Y/n’s eyes swept the crowd before seeing a Na’vi she felt familiar with.

“Hello.”

“Hey.” He said back a bit startled, his voice sounding familiar.

The welcome y/n received from the residents of Awa'atlu did not leave much to be desired. The Olo’eyktan, who introduced himself as Tonowari, had questioned her openly about why she had landed in their village. He wasn’t taking the storm as an excuse. 

“Why are you so far from your home?”

Y/n knew that she should’ve said the real reason for her straying away from home, but she couldn’t bring herself to once she made eye contact with the boy she had greeted. It didn’t feel appropriate to say it aloud, in front of the villagers, so she stuck to her story.

The Tsahik, Ronal, stepped through the crowd and instantly stared y/n down. Her eyes locked onto her hands momentarily, and y/n had never been so glad that Rìkxi was breathing over her shoulder. Although y/n did not find the Tsahik intimidating in any way, she felt unnerved by how she was being watched. It felt like she was about to be scolded, like how Sya had done many times before.

“You will stay.” Ronal started. “You and your beast have been injured.”

“We’re fin-.”

“My son, Ao’nung, will show you to a marui.”

Murmurs of disagreement trickled through the crowd as Metkayina villagers listened to Ronal’s demand.The crowd shifted as a tall boy stepped forward. His gaze was just as judgemental as Rona’s, instantly telling y/n that this was Ao’nung.

Pausing momentarily, y/n weighed her options. Ronal was right, Rìkxi had been hurt during the storm and his armour was damaged, so she had to consider him as well. She threw Rìkxi a look that told him to behave before she nodded reluctantly at Ronal.

On their walk to the marui, Ao’nung didn’t turn around once, not that y/n cared. Since arriving,  her chest had been burning, the same burn she had felt under the waterfall two years ago. Stopping before the marui, Ao’nung motioned y/n inside, but she didn’t budge. He mentioned again, a frown appearing. Y/n shook her head, crossing her arms.

“What?” Ao’nung questioned with a disgruntled sigh.

“Tell your people not to go near Rìkxi.”

“Do you think we are stupid?”

Y/n ignored the question, uncrossing her arms and turning towards the marui. 

“Nice tattoos,” y/n commented, motioning to Ao’nung’s face and shoulder.

“Thanks.” He replied flatly before walking off.

Y/n sat down in the corner of the marui and closed her eyes. Suddenly feeling exhausted. After eclipse, she’ll go back and get Rìkxi comfortable. Who knows how long they’ll be here? Will she stay in Awa'atlu until Quaritch and Lyle are found or until she has ‘healed’?

Eclipse came quickly, and as soon as it did, y/n was returning to her Rìkxi. On the way, y/n passed a few villagers who jumped out of the way when they saw her coming, whispering. Once she was close enough to the part of the beach she landed on, y/n noticed someone standing there, watching Rìkxi from a distance. Did she not tell Ao'nung to ensure his people don't go near Rìkxi? Y/n crept up behind them, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"You're lucky he hasn't eaten you yet."

The person jumped, braids flying as they spun around. Facing her was the familiar boy from the beach.

"You're taller up close." He stated, ignoring her previous statement.

"I get that a lot," y/n responded, putting weight on her left leg and a hand on her hip. "Why are you here? Did Ao'nung not tell you?"

"I was curious. I've never seen anything like it before. He's different." The boy sounded passionate before rolling his eyes. "I don't listen to Ao'nung."

"Clearly," y/n muttered under her breath. "But I suppose he is different. And dangerous."

"I can handle dangerous."

"I can see that. Excuse me."

Y/n walked around the boy, back to the task at hand. She could tell the boy was itching to follow but decided against it. Instead, sitting on a large rock. Approaching her companion, y/n put her hand on his face. "Looks like we'll be here for a while." Getting a puff of warm air in her face as a response.

Y/n quickly unloaded her weapons, removing Rìkxi's breastplate and saddle and trying to lower it all onto the sand below gently. Y/n stapped her spear to her back, attaching her knife to her hip. Looking at her sheathed machete and Rìkxi's belongings, how was she going to carry all of this? 

Looking up, y/n saw the unnamed boy sitting on the rock.

"Hey!" She yelled; stray villagers looked at her, as did the boy. She waved her hand, motioning him forward. He pointed at himself and shook his head. She nodded and motioned him again. He slowly stood up and shuffled forward, not taking his eyes off Rìkxi.

"Oh, now you're afraid?" Y/n joked when he finally stood in front of her.

"You said he'd eat me." He replied, eyes meeting hers briefly before looking back at Rìkxi, who had shifted, now looking at the pair.

"I didn't say that. I said you're lucky he hasn't."

A slight grin appeared on the boy's face.

"Wanna help me carry this?" 

The boy nodded, y/n held the machete up to the boy, and he swiftly placed it on his back. The pair carefully lifted the breastplate and saddle, the boy grunted and muttered about how heavy it was. With several complaints, they got back to y/n's temporary marui. The boy leaned the machete against the saddle, groaning, shaking his arms and stretching his arms above his head.

"Never again."

Y/n smiled at the dramatics; being with the boy reminded her of being with Atan. The burning in her chest eased in his company.

"I'm Lo'ak, by the way."

"Y/n."

Just as Lo'ak was to speak again, a Metkayina girl peeked her head in the entryway. A sweet smile on her face.

"There you are, Rotxo said he saw you." She stepped in slowly, a basket of fruit on her hip. "These are for you. I'm Tsireya."

"Rotxo's back?"

Tsireya gave Lo'ak a look that said 'seriously' before facing y/n again.

"Nice to meet you, Tsireya."

"Was it nice to meet me too?" Lo'ak questioned.

Now it was y/n's turn to give him a look.

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[otakween]

Digimon Frontier - Episode 21

Oh shit! Total tonal shift, a Digimon specialty. The Digi-Gods heard my prayers and gave me something to be invested in, thank goodness. This episode's strong points include: good writing, character development (deep one-on-one convos), suspense/intrigue, cool lightning/color usage, and a really strong cliff hanger. Let's see where we go from here!

Notes:

Okay, now that I've seen more of Duskmon, his design is kinda growing on me. I like how his eyes (on his body) move and his human-like face. I wanna see him with his helmet off and his hair flowing lol

Koji and Junpei both showed great levels of maturity in this episode, Takuya not so much. Koji and Takuya's fight reminded me of dynamics from previous seasons. Was it Daisuke from 02 that wanted to jump into battles with no strategy? I don't really remember...

The chibi imagination sequence where Izumi pictures what it would be like if there were two Takuyas was fun. Honestly, I wouldn't mind a chibi Digimon omake series or something, the style is really cute.

Koji and Takuya's private conversation was INTENSE I was on the edge of my seat like

(also, there are fujoshi out there that liked it when Koji pushed Takuya against the wall, I just know it).

I wonder what Duskmon's weakness is gonna end up being. As I was watching the battle I was thinking of it in video game terms like "maybe he's immune to physical attacks?"

Why did Duskmon freak out when he heard Koji's name!?! Was my crack theory right and Koji was secretly raised by digimon? Is Duskmon Koji's estranged dad or something? I gotta know!!! Anyway, thank goodness Takuya is extra and shouted Koji's name or else the end of this episode would be very different...

They acted like Koji was dead but he just de-digivolved. Did he lose his spirits too?

Apparently there's a DARK Trailmon who only shows up to depressed people. There's something hilarious about that. I want an emo train figurine!!

[oli-draw]

The Great adventures of Wally and his friends

The first part:

Act Two:

Wally and his friends had come a long way and were a little tired on the road, so they had to stop at a gas station to refuel the car and they had a little rest. But there was also a spy at the gas station who was hunting for someone-this is Oli.

Oli was looking through binoculars at a new copy for Valentino.

Visitors at the gas station were not suitable for Olya and she let them through until she attacked an antrophomort blue dog with colored spots - This is Barnaby.And Pom looked at Poppy, Heidi, and Sally. She is very happy about this and when she noticed that they began to gather, she began to chase them.When the guys arrived at their destination, namely the bay. They settled down for the night to rest for tomorrow. Oli took pictures of Wally and his friends from under her mother-in-law and sent these photos to Valentino via her phone.

Oli was already thinking about a plan for hunting and kidnapping.

First:Flush .

Oli dug a small hole and paved it with leaves and grass, hid in the bushes. When Eddie went to get firewood, he calmly passed her trap. The girl did not understand how he did it, because in fact the leaves and branches should crack from the heavy weight and in a place with Eddie he would crawl down into the pit.When she came to the trap and jumped on it, she fell into the pit with a crunch of branches.

- Here are the apple pancakes! Oli said angrily and came up with a new trap.

Second:Bowl

She called up a rope with a cup-shaped trap, and she wrapped the end around another tree and sealed it with a peg.

Her plan is as follows:The victim will touch the rope, the peg will come off and the Lapushka will fall on it.And voila!

That's how it turned out, someone got trapped. Oli, with joy on her face and a sense of victory, she ran up to the trap and opened it, she saw not what she wanted. A raccoon got trapped. She began to hiss at her and die a little closer. Oli began to move back and tripped over the root of a tree, she rolled head over heels back with screams, after which she fell off a cliff into the river.

A strong current began to carry the girl away.

"Save me! Somebody! I can't swim!"She screamed, floundering, swallowing and spitting. She did not notice how water was gradually getting into her mouth and she could barely breathe, after which she lost consciousness and strength, went down to the bottom.

She was completely unconscious, she did not see, hear or feel anything, only the pounding of her heart in her chest passed through her ears like the ticking of a clock counting the minutes of her life.

After a while, she woke up inside the van. She was lying on an unfolded bed. She is wearing a man's long T-shirt with four arms.

" Ugh... My head," she said, stroking her head, "Where am I?"

After looking around, she got out of bed and began to wander.Her clothes were drying, and her bag with her phone was on the table. When Oli turned on the phone, it started working completely. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew... Thank God," she replied and began to turn her head, looking around the place.- "Where am I? .."

Suddenly Wally enters the van, he decided to check on the well-being of the guest and when he saw that she was awake and in order, he smiled at her and said:

" Oh! Hi, honey, how are you feeling?"

Oli took two steps away and, taking a frying pan that came under her arm, she aimed it at him. As a weapon.

"Who are you?! What happened to me?" she asked in fright. "Where am I?"

"Hush, hush," he soothed her and immediately switched to her questions "I'm Wally and my friends and I were just relaxing on the beach. As soon as we saw you drowning, Barnaby and Eddie rushed to save you. They pulled you out of the water and we tried to bring you to your senses."

" Yes?"she asked and looked at her body, asked another question "How long was I unconscious?"

"3 hourBarnaby answered by opening the front door to the van. Looking at them, a smile appeared on his face "Wally, I see that she is fine.Okay. Let's go before we eat the fried sausages without you."

"Come on!" he replied and switched to Oli "Well... Will you come with us?We're frying marshmallows and sausages here."

Thinking about the answer, Oli agreed and soon she went after Wally.The others were waiting for them outside, Howdy was trying to play a tune on the banjo and choose a suitable one for the campfire. Frank, Julia, Eddie and Barnaby were gathering firewood, and Sally and Poppy were preparing the table.

"Hey, I see she's already awake," Howdy exclaimed when he saw Wally, followed by Oli. Oli was very worried and embarrassed to make contact"How do you feel, sugar?"

"Me?"Oli asked him, she doubted the answer, but soon she gave it away "Yes! I'm fine."

"That's nice," he answered her affectionately and continued to tune the banjo again.

Wally took her to a log and let her sit on it, and he sat down next to her.

"Well," he said to greet Oli and his friends." Oli, these are my friends:Barnaby, Howdy, Poppy, Julie, Sally, Eddie and Frank."

Everyone waved at her.

"Guys, this is Oli"Wally was introduced by her friends.

"Hi, I'm Oli" she said nervously and timidly"But to be more precise, my name is Olivia Flower"

"And what is Oli?"Julia asked.

"It's a pseudonym," Oli replied.

"You have a nice name," Eddie said with a chuckle, which embarrassed Oli. Soon the guys heard a strange sound like a mobile phone ringing.

"what is it?"Frank asked.

I have it!Oli replied and immediately rushed into the van. After closing herself in it, she picked up the phone and Valentino's angry voice was heard from there.

"Oli!"he shouted angrily into the phone "Where are you, you premature Clown?!"

"I am now with your goal, which I sent you."Oli replied nervously and tremulously.

"great!"He answered joyfully"And now, you need to change the route and after that you should come with them to the circus show in Cruelocity. Is it clear?"

"But.. But Sire I am."She tried to answer something, but Valentino immediately hung up the phone.

Olya was filled with fear in her veins and she was shaking, but there was nothing to do. She found a map and took a pencil with an eraser at the end, began to erase the lines and with sighs began to change the route.

After finishing her work, she sighed longingly, putting away the map.pencil and phone, got out of the van and went to the others.

"Oli, you're back!"Julia replied happily.

" yeah..."She replied through a smile, hiding her problem.

The guys had a great time together, including Oli, they sang songs to the guitar, ate fried sausages and marshmallows, told each other stories and watched the burning fireflies in the dark.It was a magical feeling that Oli had never felt anywhere, living under the wing and rod of her boss Valentino.

And when it was getting close to bedtime, the guys split up. The boys will spend the night in tents, and the girls will sleep in the van.

So they did. The guys took the tents out of the van and went to disassemble them and build them, while the girls stayed in the van overnight.

Frank was just unhappy and grumbled all the time, mumbled and muttered something under his breath, it was from the appearance of Oli.

"I don't like her," he snorted under his breath, hammering the speakers into the ground.

"What are you talking about?"Wally asked him.

"This Oli, she's kind of weird," he replied sullenly and suspiciously at her.

"Come on, have a nice day," Barnaby said amiably.

" Of course," Eddie intervened, " How can you not be nervous after she almost drowned."

"Whatever you think, but I don't like her," Frank replied angrily and sullenly.

Meanwhile, the girls were getting ready for bed. Poppy, Sally and Gilly discussed plans for tomorrow's trip, and Oli sat on the unfolded bed and thought about Valentino and how no one would suspect the boss's plan.

" Oli"Julia let her, seeing Oli's worried and even more nervous face, she asked"are you okay?"

"A... Me?" she asked Gilia and clearing her throat, she gave the answer- Yes, I'm just tired.

" Okay, good night,"Julia wished her and lay down with the others.

"Good night," Oli replied and with a sigh, wrapped herself in a blanket and began to sink into sleep.

A few minutes later, she found herself in a dark room, surrounded by darkness and only whispers complemented this environment. Bright scarlet smoke swirled and curled around the girl's half-naked body and it looked like smog from tobacco. Oli, hiding her body with her hands, trembled like a little puppy. The whisper grew stronger and the fear in the heart of a sixteen-year-old teenager overtook him to the very tip of his life, and then a voice was heard, Valentino's evil and rather demonic voice:

"Oli! You're a rotten rat!"

Turning around, Oli saw her boss's strength from a clot of alago and tobacco smoke. His eyes burned with bright bloody lights, wanting to torment the young lady.

"Why can't I ask you to do something normal?!" he shouted at her, coming closer to her.

Oli was about to run, but shackles and a chain abruptly appeared on her arms and neck. Valentino pulled them closer to him.

"You are a sweet-talking idiot!"he replied and pulled the chain with Olina's neck towards him." What did I ask you to do? Bring them here, but you disobeyed me, you bastard!"

Oli saw him shake his fist and point it sharply at her.

The girl woke up screaming, sweat and tears flowing down her body in the slightest trickle. The rest of the girls woke up from the scream.

"Oli! What in the name of the holy stars is going on?!" Sally asked sharply and angrily, but after looking at her, concern appeared on her face "Oh, dear, did you have a nightmare?"

Oli nodded and the others came up to her.

"Honey," Poppy said and sat down next to her, "I know how to deal with nightmares.

"How?"Oli asked through tears.

" Do your hair?"Julia asked.

"To remember poetry?"Sally asked.

"Can't sleep?" asked Oli.

"..No, no, no, silly," Poppy replied with a giggle, "My grandmother always sang this lullaby when I had nightmares.

Pressing Oli tightly and wrapping her in her wings, she began to sing her grandmother's lullaby:

(The song rises the moon-

Liana Flores)

days seem sometimes as if they'll never end

sun digs its heels to taunt you

but after sunlit days, one thing stays the same

rises the moon

days fade into a watercolour blur

memories swim and haunt you

but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke

rises the moon

oh close your weary eyes

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

to darken fading summer skies

breathe breathe breathe

days pull you down just like a sinking ship

floating is getting harder

but tread the water child, and know that meanwhile

rises the moon

days pull you up just like a daffodil

uprooted from its garden

they'll tell you what you owe, but know even so

rises the moon

you'll be visited by sleep

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

to steal away each dream you keep

breathe breathe breathe

[charmstwit]

Feels like I'm /really/ testing your generosity at this point but- a drabble of Lionkingstar post sex, Regulus' knot up Sirius and King looking at them like Wow this is divine (or whatever you think his thoughts would be)? Pretty please thank you!! 🥺

Kingsley kicks his shoes off when he walks through the front door. Kreacher takes them and his robes with a Master Kingsley.

“Kreacher, where is Regulus?” Kingsley asks. “Is he already sitting down to dinner?”

“No, sir,” Kreacher says. “Master Sirius arrived about an hour ago, and Master Regulus asked me to hold dinner until he was done. If Master Kingsley would like to eat now, I can prepare a plate?”

“No, thank you, Kreacher,” Kingsley turns toward their playroom where he knows he’ll find the brothers. “I’ll check on them first.”

Kingsley rolls the sleeves on his dress shirt as he walks toward the door. He wonders what he’ll find. What sort of moods are his Little Prince and his omega in tonight? Perhaps they’re on the bed, simply devouring each other. Or, perhaps, Sirius is strapped down to the breeding bench with Regulus filling his arse. Maybe Sirius put Regulus on his knees tonight, filling his mouth until his lips and cheeks are flushed red. Or–

He opens the door before his mind can come up with another scenario, instead taking in the real one in front of him. Regulus is fully dressed, slacks and a dress shirt, though his feet are bare. His shirt hangs open to his naval, his chest and stomach covered with blooming bruises from Sirius’s lips. Sirius, on the other hand, is naked except for the cage around his cock and the ties around his ankles and wrists that hold him to the X-frame. And, of course, except for the tattoos and red welts matching the size of the whip in Regulus’s hand that are decorating his body. They must have been at it for a while given the glaze in Sirius’s eyes and the sweat on Regulus’s brow.

Kingsley walks up to Regulus, who turns to him. “King, my pet showed up for dinner.”

“I see that,” Kingsely says, accepting the kiss Regulus leans up to give him. “It seems that you’ve made a meal of him instead.”

“Quite,” Regulus says. He holds his hand out, offering the whip. “Would you like a turn? He’s great for stress relief.”

“No,” Kingsley says. “Have your fun. I want to watch.” He kisses Regulus again, one hand on his jaw, and feels him smile into it. Instead of retreating to the couch, he approaches Sirius, who has steely grey eyes fixed dozily on him. “Little Omega, you look like you’ve gotten yourself into quite a situation.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Kingsley cups his chin, running the pad of his thumb down his full lower lip until it pulls open and flops back. “May I kiss you.”

“If Maître permits it, yes, sir.”

Kingsley glances back at Regulus, who has his own dazed expression as he watches his two lovers together. “Baby?” Kingsley asks, and Regulus’s attention snaps to him. “May I kiss your omega?”

“Ye–” Regulus coughs, clears his throat. “Yes, you may, King.”

Kingsley turns back to him, claiming Sirius’s mouth in a harsh kiss. He doesn’t fight it, letting Kingsley deepen it, lick into his mouth. Kingsley takes his time exploring before he releases him again. “You taste of Regulus,” Kingsley says.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good,” Kingsely says, kissing him softly again.

He retreats then, finding his way to the long leather sofa that sits in front of the X-frame. Kingsley settles into the corner of the sofa, loosening his trousers enough to pull his own cock out.

Kingsley idly strokes himself as he watches Regulus work over his brother. He delivers sharp cracks of the whip to Sirius’s thighs, arse, stomach and arms, letting the bite of the whip sting him, then soothing it with his own hand coated in delicate magic. Sirius cannot take his eyes off of Regulus, such complete and eternal devotion contained in them. Sirius would jump off a cliff if Regulus asked him to right now, not that Regulus would ever ask. He would rather throw himself off than ask Sirius to.

Regulus grips the cage over Sirius’s cock roughly, pulling a whimper from his lips, and Kingsley considers what an unusual pair they are. Utterly besotted with each other, and finally at a place where they can admit their feelings, where they can act upon them. Kingsley knows that he is fortunate to be part of this. He’s not under any mistaken impression of his place here. He is here because they allow him to be. If Regulus were any other alpha, if Sirius were any other omega, they would demand each other’s undivided attention, and he would be, at best, left outside.

“Color, mon chien?”

Sirius inhales a ragged breath. “Green. So, so green.”

“Good.” Regulus flicks his wand, and the bindings on Sirius’s arms and legs release. “Are you prepared to show me how grateful you are?”

“Yes,” Sirius replies.

It earns him a smack on the thigh, and he jumps for it. “Try that again,” Regulus says, his voice deep and dangerous.

“Y-yes, sir!” Sirius replies. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Make it up to me,” Regulus says. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to King. Kiss his feet and beg his permission to suck his cock. You may only do so once he says okay.”

Sirius sinks to his knees and begins to crawl across the space, his hips swaying slightly, the little minx. Kingsley glances up to see Regulus roll his eyes, fondly exasperated. With a flick of his wand, a buzzing fills the air, and Kingsley realizes the plug he didn’t know was in Sirius’s arse has just started buzzing.

“Keep moving, pet,” Regulus says. “If you want that cage off before I fuck you, you had better make Kingsley come quickly.”

“Y-yes, Maître.” Sirius resumes crawling, this time without the jaunty sway.

Regulus disappears somewhere behind him, but Kingsley watches Sirius as he reaches his feet. He bends low to the ground, knees together and arse pointed up, and kisses the tops of Kingsley’s feet. “Alpha, may I please suck your cock?”

“Mmm,” Kingsley hedges. “I don’t know you don’t seem like you particularly want to.”

“Oh, Alpha, I do,” Sirius says. “I want to suck you off very much. I want to taste your come on my tongue. Please, sir, I want to make you feel good. I can make you feel good with my mouth, yes? May I, please?”

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” Kingsley says. “Alright, go on then. You may have my cock.”

Sirius crosses his hands neatly behind his back, as Regulus has trained him to do, and takes Kingsley’s cock without using his hands. Kingsley groans, sinking into the hot heat of his mouth. Sirius works his way down Kingsley’s cock, swallowing until Kingsley is lodged in his throat.

Regulus sits on the arm of the sofa, leaning against Kingsley’s shoulder. “He looks good on your cock,” Regulus says, and he hands Kingsley a sniffer of merfolk brandy.

“He does,” Kingsley says, taking a sip. “You look better.”

“Obviously,” Regulus says. He grabs Kingsley’s cup and takes a drink. “How was your day?”

“Long. Exhausting,” Kingsley says. He threads his fingers into Sirius’s hair, pushing his head lower on Kingsley’s cock. “Better now.”

“Good, I’m glad we could be of service.” Regulus passes Kingsley the glass, then tilts his face up to kiss him with a finger under his chin. As they kiss Regulus flicks his wand, and the buzzing noise gets louder.

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Thoughts I had during TGCF S1 Ep 7

-Previously on TGCF…

-Xie Lian: I didn’t mean San Lang. Ruoye: Really? Ok! *lets go of him* (Sorry I just love coming up with dialogue for Ruoye, and you’ll see more of this later in Season 2!)

-Oooh the sudden chirping during the Sandstorm music, sounded similar to the noise Gale makes in Frozen 2

-He got him!

-It’s official!  Xie Lian is shorter than San Lang people! 

-It’s like they’re fondly embracing each other…

-Don’t be sorry Xie Lian, you’re doing amazing sweetie

-Hi Fu Yao and Nan Feng!  XD

-Xie Lian: Listen better!  You’re a bad band!  Ruoye: Sorry…

-Time to wrap up this rescue!  Pun count: 7

-There’s that wind chirping noise again

-I’ve heard of a close knit unit but this is just insane!  Eyyy (I’ve been waiting to use this one in another of my fave S1 episodes). Pun count: 8

-He doesn’t have any other options Nan Feng

-A cliff!

-Well it’s good to keep everyone together

-Is that Rock Plateau also similar to the Si Won Rock the Gaang found in the same desert episode? (Another good reference, and I hope there aren’t any buzzard wasps/circle birds and weird gross cave honey)

-I wonder who’s watching out for them anyway?

-Oooh a light spell from The Owl House (It’s official, TGCF has been helping me cope with the end of The Owl House people)

-I love NF and FY’s banter so much

-Aw he was concerned for Xie Lian

-Yeah how does he know so much about the perceptors?

-Oh really…

-It is really dark

-Well that ain’t great

-There’s so many people

-There’s pissed off Nan Feng

-I almost the uncle’s name was Jeong (like Jeong Jeong from the avatar) but it’s actually Jiang

-Diplomacy wins again

-Oooh now San Lang’s skeptic

-Why does the Guide Zhao also have red eyeliner?

-Man the only kid in the caravan

-The Sandstorm hasn’t let up

-He sat on a tombstone!

-The writings in Hanzi and not Arabic

-So savage Fu Yao

-I’m learning Mandarin and even I don’t know what it says

-They’re reading together folks

-And now Tian Sheng’s curious too

-The soldiers look similar to the army in Disney’s Mulan

-Yes that is so complicated right now

-Ooooohhh That poor poor general

-Fu Yao has experience of being on the battlefield

-Aww Tian Sheng

-Tripping on your shoe laces is not how anyone would want to go out oooohhh

-Yep it’s just comical picturing that final moment

-And then they all bow to it to respect the general it’s both funny and endearing!

Yep still can’t read it

-San Lang totally said that to trick them

-Oh and the way Xie Lian called San Lang a ‘Prankster’ *Fangirls like crazy!*

-COBRA!

-He caught the tail fwoo!

-That’s an animal that would totally fit in the Last Airbender world (I wasn’t kidding when I said this is for the Adult Last Airbender fans)

-San Lang using the cobra as a jump rope has added at least 10 years or more to my lifespan!  XD

-SO MANY COBRAS!

-Thank you Fu Yao and Nan Feng

-The Sandstorm is over

-No the kind merchant uncle!!!

-He got stung!

-Oooh that’s how you stop the venom from spreading

-Oh no and 4’s an unlucky number in China

-That’s good reason alright

-No telepathic communication out in the desert

-Oh no another cobra!

-He saved San Lang!

-Oh no now Xie Lian got stung!

-Oooh San Lang ordered Ruoye to become a bandage

-(Another spell that inspires my TOH AU, including the venom sucking for healing magic!)

-He is sucking the venom out like a G!  Get yourself a man like San Lang people!

-This moment between XL and SL is so freaking sincere

-I could do an essay on why Hualian is the superior ship than Stolitz is right now, but I might end up pissing off fans that watch and defend HB’s problems, so it’ll never happen

-Xie Lian’s so brave during the venom sucking

-You know we’re all thinking what Xie Lian’s thinking about how he’s going to clean San Lang’s bloodied lips (I’ll let you share your answers in the comment section)

-And San Lang makes the snake explode like a boss

-Aw Tian Sheng’s concerned

-He’s so selfless

-And Fu Yao’s stuck with merchant sitting

-Oooh a travel montage

-Really lovely desert travel music!

-And then Fu Yao gets pissed off while the merchants sneak away!  XD

-They made it to the ruins

-Yeah he does know an awful lot

-It’s those women again

-Oooh foreshadowing with that banter

-Uh oh the woman in the black cloak spotted them

-Another cliffhanger people

I know episode 6 in Season 2 came out today, but I’m finishing my reaction compilation of Season 1 before I get to the next season ok?

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 17

We all started to run back to the bus, but Pixie Bob made the earth shake and shift, making us all fall down the cliff. My fall wasn't as hard as I thought but the rest was groaning and rubbing their bodies in pain. Mineta took off running with his hand on his crotch, and I remembered him saying something about having to go to the bathroom.

But a loud roar made us tense. A big beast appeared in front of the tiny grape boy. Koda ran up to it yelling, but it didn't work, the animal wasn't obeying his words.

Then Izuku said something about them being made out of dirt, so I scoffed loudly. Great for me.

"Oi, asshole." I turned to look at Bakugou, who was staring at me with a frown on his face. "You can use me."

Blink... blink... blink blink blink.

Nosebleed.

"Shit," I turned my head away from him at the misinterpretation of his words. That sounded too sexy, fuck, I have issues.

"Huh? What the fuck are you on about?" Bakugou dragged me to him and charged at one of the dirt beasts. "Use me!"

After I swallowed my spit, I kept my eyes on his left arm, activating my quirk and stopping his muscles, then enhanced my own arm.

This was going to be a hard task.

//////

Slowly, panting and worn out, we all walked towards where we could see the building we were staying in. Mandalay, Pixie Bob and Aizawa were here... also that little kid again. The grumpy look on his face reminded me of someone.

I wonder who... my eyes moved to my right, where Bakugou was walking and I snickered at my own thought. He looked at me with an annoyed face.

"How can you laugh? Aren't you tired?" I sighed and my shoulders dropped.

"I'm so tired I'm about to die, but I still have my humour, Bakuboy." He growled at me and walked faster.

"Don't call me that, shithead."

A growl of my own resonated inside my chest, how dare he? He's the one giving us all shitty nicknames.

"What do you mean three?!" I heard somebody exclaim, most likely recalling the woman's words.

"That's the time it would have taken us. I'm sorry." Mandalay explained.

"So you just wanted to show off how good you are? That's mean." Sato replied.

"I'm hungry! I'm dying!" And now Kirishima yelled still sitting on the ground.

"But honestly, we thought it would take you all longer. You didn't have as many problems with my dirt beasts. Especially... you five over there." Pixie Bob pointed at us five; Iida, Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and I. "You could attack thanks to your experience?" Pixie Bob licked her lips. She jumped at us pursing her lips and yelling something about how she was going to wait for us to graduate to marry us. I slowly backed away from her, and Izuku was gonna say something related to age, but the blonde woman rested her paw on his face, threateningly saying 'What about it?'

That was when Izuku mentioned the little boy standing beside Mandalay, who introduced him to us.

"Oh, he's my cousin's son. Come on, Kota. Greet them. You'll be with them for a week." Well, Izuku walked up to him introducing himself, but Kota punched his balls.

The sight made me flinch and instinctively, hide my dick with my hands. "That hurts..." I mumbled to myself, as Iida ran up to poor Midoriya who had gone a pale white colour, and yelled at Kota.

"Midoriya-kun! Savage kid! How dare you do that to Midoriya's scrotum?!" Iida's voice made me stiff a chuckle and I decided to walk up to the poor male in pain to help him. I used to my advantage Bakugou's yelling at Todoroki, because he wouldn't have let me go.

"You okay, Izuku? Let me help you." I picked him up bridal style and he curled up against me, whimpering in pain. "Let's get you an ice pack, alright?" He nodded and kept his eyes closed shut, hiding on my chest.

"Eh?! Where did that fucker go?! (L/N)! Get back here, bitch!" I growled at Bakugou's screaming and glanced at him over my shoulder.

"I'm not your dog, hedgehog! I can go wherever I want!" He turned to stare at me, and I swear, I saw fire in his eyes. He was stomping towards us, but I just kept on walking. "I'm gonna be with Izuku for a while, go with Eijiro or someone else." I went inside the building, and set Izuku down on a nearby couch, stepping off to get an ice pack.

While looking for it, my mind was racing. Thinking back to lots of moments I had spent with Katsuki.

I have to distance myself a bit, otherwise, I would end up really hurt.

I grabbed the ice pack once I found it closed the fridge, walked out of the kitchen and made my way to Izuku, he was still in pain as I handed him the ice and everybody started walking inside.

It has been a while since I've talked to the boy so I thought I could take this opportunity to do it. I sat down by his side.

"How've you been Deku? We haven't talked in a while." He chuckled and let the ice rest on his crotch.

"I've been fine, and if we didn't talk was because of Kacchan," I laugh with a nod.

We talked for a while, and I also told him about all those fights I've had against Bakugou, he seemed surprised to hear that every time we fought, I won.

"I'm surprised that he still talks to you, usually he hates those who win against him," I sweatdropped at his statement and looked down.

"He tells me he hates me at least twice a day, though, so I guess he does." The smile on my face was a fake one, I was hurt at the mere thought of Bakugou hating me. Izuku seemed nervous and tried to fix what he said.

"No, that's not what I..." he stopped and relaxed after some seconds in silence, and I looked at him. "He seems comfortable around you, and since you two met he had been yelling less at me and also seemed less angry." My cheeks heated up a bit.

"He seems the same to me," he chuckled and shrugged.

"Well, I've known him since we were kids, so I noticed the change in his behaviour." Izuku looked at me in the eyes and smiled brightly at me, "Thank you, (M/n), for being a good friend to Kacchan."

//////

Now, after we ate dinner, here we were.

All the boys were at the hot springs, and I was freaking out.

Why! Can't I just take a normal shower and go to bed?! I don't want to be there, in that pool, naked, with everybody around me! I'm shy!

My eyes were staring down at the cold floor underneath my feet, hearing everyone chatting and walking to the hot water. At the moment, my mind wasn't functioning properly.

"(M/n)-kun, are you okay?" Izuku's voice made me flinch and stare at him, only for me to cover half my face and look away. He's so close.

"Uh- eh, no, actually I..." I hunched over my body by my waist, making my voice groggy, "I feel a bit nauseous, maybe it was something I ate. I'll go to sleep early." I turned around, ready to leave, when I felt a hand on my back, rubbing it softly.

"Really? You want me to take you to the room?" Frantically, I shook my head and moved my hand away to smile reassuringly at him.

"I can go on my own, you go and enjoy the hot spring." He seemed unsure but nodded nonetheless.

"Call me if you need something," I hummed an affirmative 'huh uh' and walked out.

The very moment the door closed behind me, my body leaned on the wall beside it, a relieved sigh leaving my lips.

I'll have to bathe at some point, right? Just not now, and not with all the boys here.

With that thought, I walked to the big bedroom all the boys were sharing, changed into my sleeping wear and plumped down on my futon, closing my eyes and drifting off into a deep slumber.

[beautifulhigh]

the small roar of a mind trying to clear itself

There’s an accident. The driver dies on the scene, but  the passenger - Carlos - is rescued by his husband who doesn’t take no  for an answer and doesn’t give up until they’re safe. Aside from a few  broken ribs and a busted ankle, Carlos is fine. He really is fine. He  wasn’t driving, he didn’t die, and he was saved by probably the one  emergency team he knows and trusts completely and implicitly. He will  heal up, he will be able to get back to work, and his life will carry on  as before.

He is fine.

He is absolutely fine.

(He really isn’t.)

–OR–

The Carlos-Whump-Therapy fic we’ve all been waiting for.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Part 5 (AO3 link)

 "So, where do you want to start today?" Rebecca asked as Carlos dropped into the seat.

 "We didn't exactly get to finish off last time."

 "Joys of an emergency session, sorry."

 "No, I'm sorry. Turning up like that—"

 "Carlos, it's fine. That's why I have emergency sessions."

 "For people like me barging in?"

 "Yes," she said simply. "So we talked about that morning. What did you do after you left here?"

 "I did what I always want to do when things aren't great. I wanted to see him. And you were right about being honest with him, so I went to the firehouse."

"Hey, Carlos, man! How's the leg?" Mateo called in greeting as Carlos walked into the firehouse.

"Ankle, and it's good," Carlos replied, "almost fully healed."

"It's good to see you, what brings you over?"

"Oh think about it for two seconds, kid," Paul laughed, smacking Mateo lightly around the back of his head. "They're out on a call but they should be back soon."

"Right," Carlos said, shoving his hands into his pockets so they – well, Paul – couldn't see how they balled up into fists. "Sorry, yeah…"

"I'm about to start lunch, if you fancied helping out?" Paul asked.

"You never let anyone help," Mateo said.

"Yeah, well, when you develop cooking skills that extend beyond burning cheese on the grill then I'll think about it."

"That was one time," Mateo protested, drawing a small smile from Carlos.

"Head on out back, man, I'll be though in a bit and we can get started," Paul said.

Carlos nodded, walking through to the kitchen. He opened the fridge just for something to do, looking at what was in store and trying to work out what Paul was planning on making. He wasn't really paying attention, his mind out there with an ambulance that he wanted to be here. He wanted it to be here so the crew would be here and he wouldn't feel like this, like his whole world was—

"Do I need to turn up the AC or something?"

Hearing Owen's voice behind him, Carlos almost jumped, pushing the fridge door shut as he turned around. "Sorry, I was… Lost in thought."

"How are you?"

"Healing well, thanks. Hopefully back at work in a week or two."

"That's good. I know TK's been worried about you."

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because you were in a car which went over a cliff?" Owen said as if it were obvious. Which, Carlos realised, it was. "But it's good to see you up and about."

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Hamstring - a Zack Fair fanfic!

Recent reports had showed that Wutai was preparing for an attack, upping up on various weapons and there were whispers about newly developed robots for a counterattack. Bigger, stronger, smelling the mako-enhanced SOLDIERs from a mile away.

Too bad that Zack had the tendency to forget to shower.

Warnings: mention of injury, Zack and Angeal becoming friends, Zack being stupid

This fanfic is a birthday present for my friend @crylin ! Happy late Birthday dear, have a good one! <3

Also big thanks to my buddies in the server who always hype me and my writing up, including but not limited to @ryvian @prismaticpichu @dyradoodles @winter-doggo and so many more <3

*

The concept of a God, or several Gods, was unknown to Zack. But in this very moment, if he had faith in any of the things people called ‘religion’, he would have thanked whatever deity he were to believe in.

Zack and his 2nd class buddies had been sent out on a spy mission near Wutai. Recent reports had showed that Wutai was preparing for an attack, upping up on various weapons and there were whispers about newly developed robots for a counterattack. Bigger, stronger, smelling the mako-enhanced SOLDIERs from a mile away.

Too bad that Zack had the tendency to forget to shower.

“Hey Zack! Are you not gonna go to bed now?”, Kunsel asked Zack, who was putting his shoes on. “You are on morning duty.”

“Yeah no, I want to look around a little bit. Get used to the surrounding area. Besides, the food was terrible, maybe I can find some berries. Gotta be tastier than the slop we just got. What even was that…?”

“Angeal said it was some kind of nutrient filled mash with pieces of Hedgehog Pie.”

“More like Hedgehog Vomit!”

“Zack!”, Kunsel laughed and threw one of his towels, which he was holding, at his friend. Zack caught it mid-air and chucked it right back, laughing just as much as Kunsel did.

“I won’t be gone for too long, don’t worry!”, and without another second to spare, Zack ran off towards the nearest forrest.

Angeal, who had been watching the whole situation, sighed as he put his Buster Sword on his back, knowing he’d have to rescue this dumbass 2nd class SOLDIER sooner or later. From what he had heard about Fair, Angeal thought it would probably sooner than later, and took off after the young man.

*

“Oh, no no no no!”, Zack cried out. In his berry haze, the SOLDIER hadn’t realized that Wutaian soldiers were on his trail, ready to attack any ugly Shinra SOLDIER dude on sight. Zack was cornered up by a cliff, his only way out would have been a high jump down into a roaring river. While he could potentially survive the jump, the strong current could be his end. And Zack wasn’t ready to die! He had people he loved at home and still hadn’t tried the cool takeaway place in Sector 4, the one Kunsel always told him about!

With his enhanced abilities, Zack managed to take down two of the Wutaian soldiers. The fight seemed to go well for him, until one soldier managed to land a massive hit on Zack’s right leg, right on the hamstring. A loud bang was heard and before Zack’s brain could receive the information about pain in the leg, it gave in, making Zack land face-first in a puddle of mud and blood of the fallen soldiers.

That’s it, that’s his end, he thought as the Wutaian soldiers stalked up to him, sinister grins on their faces. “Should we kill him?” “No no, let's take him back home.” “Yeah, I heard the General has developed a great new torture method!” “The one with the water and the wax?” “Fuck yes.”

The next few seconds felt like hours. Zack later described the appearance of Angeal in a flash. By the time the Wutaian soldiers could turn around, their guts were spilling out of their bodies, the weak attempts to keep their stomachs and bowels in place with their hands fruitless. They dropped dead before they could have taken another breath.

“Zack Fair! Are you insane?!”

*

Angeal had dragged Zack back to camp, right into the med tent. Zack’s right leg’s hamstring was cut right through, requiring surgery. Zack was flown back to Midgar, Kunsel in tow as his ‘emotional support SOLDIER’. Angeal approved Kunsel’s earlier departure, instead requesting some 3rd class SOLDIERs to get flown in for field training. The 3rds were excited and Kunsel was glad he got to support his friend. *

A few weeks later, Zack was walking on crutches. The fact that he was unable to do squats (he had a cast so high up his leg, he could nearly rest his butt on it) and no running around… Zack hadn’t felt this bad since a bad flu knocked him out for 6 weeks when he was just 7 years old.

The days felt long. Kunsel had gone shopping on the plate and got Zack some games to play. Board games, card games, and with some money thrown together from both Zack and Kunsel, he even got a gaming system for both of them to play on.

One lonely afternoon, Kunsel was scheduled for combat training sim the whole day, Zack couldn’t do much else but play SOLDIER Kart. The TV in front of him felt lame, and Zack felt as if he had played through every single track thrice by now. There was only so much fun he could have had with this game. Even after a while, shooting Commander Rhapsodos with ‘turtle shells’ and throwing bananas at him became boring. He even made his own character in the character creation menu, but playing as Sephiroth sure was fun too.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to get Sephiroth to agree to this game?”, Angeal had entered the room without Zack noticing. Zack paused the game and placed his controller down, focusing completely on the 1st class SOLDIER.

“Tell me!”, Zack laugh, and Angeal sat down next to him on the bed.

“Sephiroth had no interest in any kind of ‘video game’, no matter how funny or silly it was. PR told us to agree to this game, and since Genesis and I are ‘always around Sephiroth’, as they said, we should try to change his mind.”, Angeal started to tell the tale, “So Genesis and I took him into the arcade down in Sector 2 one night after bedtime. To make sure no one would recognize us, we put Sephiroth in a wig and a hoodie, Genesis wore a face full of make up and I wore a beanie pulled so far down, I was barely able to see. We got him to play all of these silly arcade games…”, Angeal laughed at the memory.

“Sephiroth was blown away by the games and by how much fun it was to play with us. He won a big prize that night, don’t know what game. But one of the owners challenged us to some game and the prize was free pizza for a year at the arcade’s restaurant. Sephiroth, of course, kicked the owner’s ass, and we got free pizza for a year.”

Zack listened, his eyes growing bigger with every word spilling from Angeal’s mouth.

“We were just ranked up to 1st, young men with an appetite to rival monsters. We nearly made them go out of business with the amount of pizzas we ate! Whenever we came back from a mission, we would eat until they had no dough left!”, Angeal couldn’t help but laugh even more at the memory. But the knowledge, that Sephiroth hadn’t eaten pizza, or even knew of pizza, before this event, was something he’d keep for himself.

“So PR got the deal for the game and we got free pizza for a year. Win-win for everyone”., Angeal smiled, but then his face changed.

“So, Zack, about the incident in Wutai…”, Zack went pale at the words. Oh no, he’d get kicked out of SOLDIER now! He’d have to move back home to Gongaga and live in his parent’s basement and work as a hunter or farmer! Oh no!

“I saw what you did to the two guys before they cut you down. You have potential. A potential I’d like to see grow. Are you interested in becoming my student?"

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch4: Lies are in the air

Nora walks into the Shack. “Hey guys” she said as she shut the front door. Zoot was sleeping on the couch with one shoe off. Teeth and Floyd were playing a type of video game. “Guys? Hello?” asked Nora. She noticed Janice doing acupuncture on Lips. “Seriously, you’re doing acupuncture?” the black haired female asked. Lewis was reading his book while Annie was biting on his antlers. 

“I thought we agreed on no more play time, road trips and cliff-hangers.” Nora said. She noticed Moog was there.” Shout-out to Moog, who apparently lives here now?” she said. “Hey, where the band goes, I go. And they get into cliff-hangers a lot, which is why I installed a winch and a pulley system on my Jeep.” replied Moog. He smiles as Nora. “Okay. Love that” she replied. 

“Let’s use your second chance at life to finally get to work, yay!” Nora said. “Yay!” said Animal as he hung upside down from the ceiling. “For your ratification, Label Lady, we are working.” replied the doc as he continued to play the game. “Ooh, nice!” said Floyd. “Thank you,” replied Teeth. “Come get serene in a bean.” said the good doctor. 

“For us, creating creativity requires a zone-in approach,” said Floyd Pepper. “We gotta zone out in order to zone in.” the red haired male added. As Zoot slept, his shoe started to float but nobody noticed it. “Indeed. A maximum relaximum.” replied Dr. Teeth. Floyd laughs, also Teeth. “Yeah, it’s like only when we achieve true nothingness, can we create true somethingness.” replied Janice as she stuck a pin into Lips’ body. His face was covered in them, looking like a voodoo doll. 

The trumpet player sits up and mumbles something. “Well said, Lips” replied Floyd as Lips lay back down. “Too true,” added Teeth. Nora comes up behind the doc and Floyd. “Hey, yeah, I get it” she said. “I’m not some typical money-hungry CEO that only cares about record sales.” the black haired female said. “No, I respect the artist and the creative process.” she added. 

Janice sneezes as she puts a pin into Lips which causes one of his arms to move quickly. Lewis’s flowers on his antlers begin to glow again. He didn’t notice it this time but Annie saw it and started touching his flowers. “Bless you” said both Dr. Teeth and Floyd. “I’m fielding calls from talk shows, sponsors.” Nora said. Moog looks over to Nora, he raises an eyebrow. “Not to mention that all of today’s biggest producers are hitting me up, begging me to work with you guys.” she said. 

The blonde haired female sneezes again as she puts another pin into Lips’ face which causes his legs to jump. “Bless you” said the members of the band. “Now, why don’t you bless us with the specifics, Label Lady?” asked the red haired male. “Uh, specifics?” she asked. “Yeah” replied Floyd. “Producers?” the black haired female asked. 

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He shook his head. Moog looks over to Nora, he knows that she is lying. “Everyone. I mean, Pharrell, Mark Ronson, Rick Rubin, Zedd.” replied Nora. The black haired male’s eyes get wide. “Oh, right on” said the doc. “Fer sure” replied janice. Lips mumble again and the only thing you can make out is Oh, no. “So, you know who Zedd is, great!” replied Nora. 

“I mean, he’s a huge fan and he wants it. I mean, they all do.” she added. Janice sneezes again which causes Lips’ body to move like a rag doll. “Bless you!” the members said. “Who knew that we’d have so many fancy-pants producers to pick from?” said Floyd. “It’s unbelievable.” replied Moog as he looked at Nora. “Actually, cause I could have sworn that Pharrell was on tour, and that Mark Ronson was vacationing in Ibiza, and that Rick Rubin had not left Malibu or shaved in 30 years,” he added. 

“Nah. No. I don’t even know how you would know all that stuff” replied Nora. “I keep tabs on all the hottest producers, so I can be ready to give ‘em mt demo.” Moog replied. “Oh! By the way, do you want my demo?” the black haired male asked her. “Good idea. Let’s talk over there.” she replied as she pointed her head away from the mayhem. 

“Yes. Okay. Yeah” replied Moog as he got up and followed Nora. They walk away from the bandmates, and she turns to him. “Please don’t rat me out,” Nora asked. Animal swing down from the ceiling of the Shack again. “Hi.” the drummer said. “Bye,” she replied. “Bye” he said before going back up to the ceiling. 

“Wait, rat you out?” Moog asked. “I wanna help you,” he added. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for an Electric Mayhem album, and finally, somebody’s makin’ it happen.” The black haired male said with a smile on his face. “Even if she is mad shady” he added as he put his hands on his hips. 

“I may have slightly exaggerated my position to get them on board, but..” she started to say before Moog cut her off. “This is the one band who loves everybody no matter who they are.” replied Moog. “You don’t have to lie,” he added. “Boldfaced lies are the backbone of the entertainment industry.” replied Nora. Moog looked at her as if she asked to touch a bear. “So, if you don’t mind” she started to say. She pulled her phone out. “Huge News!” she said. 

“Now, Quincy Jones and Travis Barker are texting me, and they’re dying to listen to your new music.” Nora said. “So, let’s hop to it!” she added. Janice sneezes again. “Ooh, wow, like, there must be something in the air.” the blonde haired female said. “Well, indeed, there is.” replied Floyd. “Creativity!” he added. Teeth nods his head. “Time to hunker down and write some symphonious songs to sing for our selection of snazztasstic suitors.” said the doc. 

“The sooner, the better, cause they’re all fighting over you and it’s gettin’ gnarly.” replied Nora. Janice sneezes again but this time when she put the pin in, Lips went flying up. He let out a scream but the scream kinda sounded like a lion’s roar. “Lips? Lips?” asked the blonde haired female. 

“Did anyone just hear a lion’s roar?” asked Nora. Everyone in the room except for her looks nervous and scared. Teeth cleared his throat. “No, we didn’t hear a lion’s roar. Maybe you are just hearing things” he said. “Maybe you just hear it from Annie’s video she is watching about animals,” Lewis added. “Okay” the black haired female said before leaving. “Close call” Floyd said after the front door shut. “Agree” replied Moog. 

Later, on the room of the Shack, the mayhem were sitting on the roof except for Lewis and Annie who were still inside. The doc let out a sigh. “Open air for open minds,” he said as he leaned in his chair. Everyone agrees. “Hey, let’s buckle down and make Label Lady proud,” said Floyd. They agree. “Like, Zoot totally has been keeping a list of our songs ideas,” said Janice. 

“Oh, yeah, the list. Uh…” replied Zoot as he got the list out. “Toothpaste, Jordan almonds, imitation crab meat..” He started reading the list before Floyd stopped him. “Nah, man, that’s the shopping list. Check the other side.” said the red haired male. “Oh.” the blue haired male replied as he checked the other side. “Pizza bagels, nine-volt batteries, meatless meatballs, and Fritos.” Zoot said. 

“Fritos!” Animal said happy. “Oh, wow, I really dig that list.” replied Janice. Floyd chuckles. “Yeah, we done good.” replied the red haired male. “Indeed.” replied the good doctor. “Now, Let’s go show Nora how it’s done,” said Dr. Teeth with a smile as he rubs his hands together. 

Later at the store, they were checking out everything they got. “Who thought of the slaw?” asked the doc. “I know it wasn’t on the list, but I just started riffin’!” replied Floyd. Teeth and Floyd both laugh. “Culinary jazz.” replied Teeth. “Right on” replied the red haired male. “Um, I feel like we’re forgetting something,” said Janice. “Fritos!” yelled Animal as he comes to them with a cart filled with bags of Fritos. The drummer laughs. 

“We are crushing it today,” said Floyd Pepper. “Anybody got a coupon?” asked Zoot. “Oh.Uh…” Floyd started to say as everyone looked at themselves as if they had a coupon. 

Meanwhile at Waxtown’s Records, Nora was calling every celebrity to help with the album but no luck. Penny’s office door opened and the sound of Penny laughing filled the air. “Oh! Stop! You flatter me.” said Penny as she walked out the office with JJ, Nora’s ex. “No, no, I mean it. You get younger everyday, Penny.” replied JJ. 

“And you, whatever you’re doing, keep doing. It’s working.” she replied. “Hey, come here” he replied before giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You're like butter!” Penny said as she laughed with joy. They both chuckled. She went back inside her office as JJ waves goodbye to her. 

The door shuts as he turns to Nora. “Hey Smooshie” JJ said to the black haired female. “Wow! JJ! You look, uh…” Nora started to say. “Chiseled? Swaggy?” he asked. “Just willpower and whey protein. How about Penny, isn’t she a peach?” he added. “Uh-huh. Why are you meeting with her?” asked Nora. “Oh, just talking about some boring business stuff.” replied JJ. 

“This company is my business.” she replied. “In fact, I’m working with one of our bands and we’re making an album.” Nora added. “I’m focused more on the tech money side of my streaming app,” he replied. “But I do know a lot of artists. In fact, I could hook you up with Amala.” JJ added. Nora raises her eyebrow. 

JJ chuckles. “My bad, you probably know her as Doja Cat.” he said. “Everyone calls her that except for me, cause we’re super tight.” JJ added. “I think I’m good. But hey, glad to see you’ve come so far from your days of being our sweaty bagel boy.” replied Nora. “Remember that? So sweaty.” she asked. “Yeah” he replied. “I remember,” JJ added. 

“And we’ll see who’s sweating when “Bagel Boy” buys this company,” he said. “What?” she asked. “You can relax. You’ll keep your job. Heck, I might even let you run the joint!” he replied. The black haired female just looked at him. The phone rings and she hangs up the call. “I actually have a meeting,” said Nora. 

“Fun catching up, though, bye.” she added before heading to Penny’s office door. “I love you” JJ said under his breath. “What?” Nora asked. “You said something,” she added. “Nope. I’ll see you around” He quickly replied before he left. The black haired female rolled her eyes before going to Penny’s office. Penny was getting her toenails done. 

“Hey, did you just meet with JJ?” Nora asked. “Ah, old Bagel Boy looks good, doesn't he? Said I got nice feet” replied Penny. “What did he want?” the black haired female asked. “Beefcake wants to buy our music catalogue for his app.” replied the pink haired female. “Says he’s got a big need for the oldies.” she added. “The oldies? Oh come on! You didn’t kick him out for saying that?” Nora asked. 

“Sweetheart, I am an oldie, and speaking; of, I booked a beauty procedure tomorrow.” replied Penny. “Just a little tuck and tone.” she added. “So, I need you to pick me up from the hospital tomorrow.” said the pink haired female. “The hospital, yes.” replied Nora. 

“Whatever you need, Penny, just, please don’t sell.” she added in a worried tone. “You’re just sayin’ that because you and JJ used to be all kissy face.” replied Penny as she made some kissing sounds. “And you hate the band because you and Dr. Teeth used to be all kissy face.” replied Nora. “You got me there. Fine. At least you didn’t have to deal with purring” replied Penny.

 “What?” the black haired female asked. “Nothing. I’ll give you one shot to impress me with this new album.” replied the pink haired female. “Otherwise, I'll sell.” she added. “You understand?” asked Penny. “Done. And the band is in the studio as we speak, making magic.” replied Nora. 

“And trust me, Penny, it’s gonna be fire.” Nora said.