#oh and AB/AP RIGHT AFTER???

[mystic-maniac]

WHEN I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE??? THIS ISNT QUITE WHAT I MEANT??? I GOT THE QUARANTINE BLUES??? BAD NEWS??? WHAT’S LEFT??? SO IT SEEMS THE VULTURE’S GETTING TOO FULL TO FLY??? WOAH??? WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIIIIIIIVE???

[bluukive]

This is my first time actually making a request/ ask of any kind because I feel like such a pervert 🫣 but could you possibly write how the JJk guys would react to a reader who’s a surprise squriter? -🦎

!MDNI: Surprise? - JJK

an - I actually know nothing about sqwuirting so this might be unrealistic? Ty for the ask tho <3

ᡣ𐭩 G. Satoru

Starts crying

Like he's so dramatic about it, lower lip jutted out as he thinks 'Oh, shit. My girl's a supersoaker???', all whilst he's staring at your twitching body below him.

Tries giving you a high-five, ignoring the fact you're boneless right now. You can't really blame him, he's beyond excited. Probably just ends up slapping your thigh.

He's brought back into reality when your pussy refuses to let him go almost, gripping him like a vice.

Says he needs to see you do it again for 'scientific purposes' - he's got his phone out with the flash on, recording from all angles possible as his fingers slide in and out, curl up inside you with his face as close to your pussy as possible so that he can throw a cheeky wink at the camera.

Non-stop yapper after, like... worse than usual. He's laying on his belly in bed, legs swinging as he goes on and on about how flattered he is and how you must love him so much

ᡣ𐭩 G. Suguru

Quiet when it happens. He just stares for a while before exhaling and pulling his cock out of you. Suguru's head is tilted as he admired his still pulsing length. It as hard as ever, but the only difference now is that it's glistening with your release.

Slaps his cock against your clit, smirking when you curl in on yourself due to overstimulation. Will also whisper about how nasty of a slut you are, getting his dick wet like that

He restrains you (consensually ofc) with whatever he can. Suguru wants to see you frustrated, so he'll use anything to edge you, whether that be his tongue, fingers, toys. etc.

Dare I say when you finally orgasm and squirt again, he comes untouched too. He developed a fascination with edging just because it made that final release all the more satisfying for you both

All cuddles and praise after, but he's thinking of different ways to make you do it again

ᡣ𐭩 T. Fushiguro

Nearly stops completely, cursing as his hips falter. You've been folded in half when it happens, and the spurts of your release hit his aps, coating them in a glossy sheen that he's staring down at. Feels his heart thumping in his ears, Toji's that turned on

Smug as hell once he's recovered (acting like he didn't pull out and squeeze his cock slightly to prevent himself from cumming on the spot)

Runs his entire hand down both his abs and chest and makes you lick it all clean after staring at it. You swear it looked like he was rebooting, and you mentally log it in your head to tease him about it later.

Once that's all done, your knees are practically by your ears as he pushes your legs back even further (idek how that's possible, my fatass could never). Toji's swearing to wring you out like a damn towel, determined to make you do it again

You both end up overstimulated, Toji just couldn't stop himself from getting hard whenever he saw your pussy gush all over him

ᡣ𐭩 N. Kento

Mr. Short-circuit pt 2 yessir. Starts saying stuff like 'Did I do that to you?, 'Was that because of me?', and he knows damn well it was all him.

You squirt for the first time when he's eating you out, actually. His glasses are covered in stray drops of your orgasm, and he politely wipes them clean, all whilst taking a moment to smile privately. He's made you do that, no-one else. Nanami's face is a pretty pink throughout it all.

First makes sure you're okay. After all, your comfort is Nanami's priority above everything else. He wants verbal confirmation that you felt good, a nod isn't good enough.

Once you give him that shaky 'yes', something shifts in Nanami. He's borderline clinical with how he touches and inspects your pussy after. His glasses are off, and his eyes remain trained on your pussy whilst he's fucking into you.

A thumb stays on your clit throughout it all, and he's changing the pace of the focused digit. When Nanami feels like you're close to orgasm, he slows down. He's unintentionally edging you, but neither of you are complaining when your back arches off the bed for the nth time that night

Thanks you when you squirt, for trusting him this much

ᡣ𐭩 S. Ryomen

Pretends that it's an inconvenience when you accidentally squirt on him. He's actually hiding how obsessed he is with you at that moment

Grabs your face, practically snarling when he degrades you. Sukuna's hissing out commands, talking about how you've soiled him. It's apparently now your duty to squirt again with ONLY his permission

It's become a challenge for him to make you soak his body over and over, and he's dragging his tongue all over your cunt when it happens (even if that means he has to pull his cock/s out of you)

Calls you weak multiple times. Frankly doesn't care if you're crying, he'll just lick the tears right back up. Time to recover from an orgasm is practically non-existent

Develops a need to have you ride his thigh at least once a day whilst he's on his throne. It's a way for him to humiliate you, making you buck your hips like you're in heat until he can feel the wetness coat the thick muscle.

[bbunnyyy]

All The Stars~ PT.4

BAKUGOU X READER SECRET ADMIRER PT.4

A/N: It's been a while my lovelies :3 Also, this was written before the poll so Bakugou uses the nickname 'bunny' for the reader.

ALL THE STARS PT.1 | ALL THE STARS PT.3

Bakugou gulped as he heard the pairings, heart beating out of his chest. Blinking, he stared right at you, his expression unreadable. You gave him a nervous smile as you walked to the centre of the ground with Bakugou catching up to you.

"There will be two rounds, The first will be hand-to-hand combat with usage of quirks prohibited." Aizawa Sensei spoke through the speakers- tired of his class already.

You looked up at Bakugou as you walked alongside him. You observed his gruff expression and furrowed eyebrows as his shoulders moved slightly with every step he took. His tank top did wonders for his physique- you could almost see the outline of his abs. How wondered what kind of boyfriend he would be. Would he be rude to you as he is with everyone, yet soft and warm behind closed doors? Or would he treat you with courtesy and love in his every action, regardless of who was watching? Would he be the type to be mean to everyone else, a soft spot for you? Licking your dry lips, you sighed. What was it with you and this hopeless romance of yours?

Your gaze didn't falter as Bakugou's mouth went dry. He felt like he'd throw up, throw up the mass of muscle that was beating violently in his chest. You were so dangerous, having this effect on him.

"Holy FUCK. Why is she looking at me?? Do I have something on my face? Is there something on my teeth? Darn it, I forgot to brush after breakfast." Bakugou thought, while his teeth caught onto the rough leather of his gloves, freeing his hands to wipe his sweaty hands on his pants. "Are you okay, Bakugou-kun?" You questioned cautiously, leaning closer into him. You could smell the glycerin on his skin- you wondered what he'd taste like, maybe you could convince him to let you have a little lick? Stupid brain. Bakugou would probably AP shot you into the sun if he could hear your thoughts. Snapping out of your thoughts, You gently placed your hand on his shoulder, looking at him for an answer.

Katsuki Bakugou melted into your touch. Katsuki Bakugou could almost see his future. Katsuki Bakugou could almost imagine how married life would be. Regaining his composure, Katsuki Bakugou cleared his throat to answer you- "It's nothing." He brushed your hand off his shoulder, he was scared his heart would beat out of his ribcage.

You held your hand in your other, feeling like a bother. Of course he's okay. He's THE Bakugou Katsuki. Nothing could phase him. He did look like he was distracted, even if he had nothing on his mind. Your gaze lowered to the ground, spinning on your heel to keep walking.

☾

Bakugou's explosions sent Mina and Kaminari tumbling backwards. The ground underneath you trembled prompting you to plant your feet firmly into the ground as you sucked the inside of your cheek. The dumb blonde wasn't good at teamwork, pissing you off. The force of his explosions had sent you tumbling two times already- how were you supposed to win this match if he wasn't willing to work together? You looked at your feet as the floor under you shook. Uh oh. The floor was about to give way as a pair of warm hands grabbed onto your waist, pulling you back. You watched on as the floor went crashing down, debris creating a cloud of dust and plaster.

Aizawa Sensei pinched the bridge of his nose, instructing Midnight to press the emergency button. Red lights flashed throughout the ground, alerting both the teams to stop and evacuate the building.

"Do you know how dangerous that was, Bakugou?" Aizawa Sensei asked sternly. "I'm sorry, sensei." Bakugou said through gritted teeth, head hung in shame. "Sorry doesn't cut it. What if there were civilians in the building during such a blunder? You caused the foundation of a forty-two-story building. Do you understand the implications of such a HUGE mistake?" Aizawa looked at the four of you and shook his head in disappointment. You and Mina stood shoulder to shoulder, too ashamed to even look at the Erasure hero. Aizawa took a deep breath out. "All of you, Recovery Girl's office. Detention's at 5. Class Dismissed for the rest of you."

The air was tense as Kaminari placed his hand on Bakugou's shoulder before walking away with Ashido, who just shook her head in disappointment. Bakugou's jaw was clenched tight as his nails dug into his palm. Sighing, you walked towards him as the rest of the class filtered out the arena. Bakugou seethed in silence. He was mad, mad at himself. How could he have been distracted? Such mistakes could cost thousands of lives during a real attack. He wanted to punch himself in the face, how could he have fucked up? Breathing out, he looked at you- the source of his distraction.

"What're you looking at? Is there something on my face?" Bakugou snapped, clicking his tongue. "Matter of fact, there is. Oh, wait. You're just ugly." You cringed at your statement. What the FUCK were you thinking. What kind of third-grader insult was that? You were ready to crawl into a hole and disappear. Any chance of any 'romance' with him was dead now. Dead. Six feet under.

In one swift motion, Bakugou kicked your heels knocking the ground out from under you. You yelped and tried to grab onto him, trying not to fall. Bakugou grabbed your waist as he pushed you into a wall, your back in full contact with the cold concrete. This pillar was out of the line of sight of any camera- He knew that. You knew that. You gulped, head swarming with thoughts of what Bakugou was going to do now. His slender fingers gripped your throat. Instinctively, you circled your fingers around his wrist. He caressed your Adam's apple as it bobbed while you gulped. He brought his head towards yours, taunting you. "You wouldn't give me looks like that if you found me ugly, bunny." He said, not breaking eye contact with you.

Bakugou's grip on your neck served as a warning. His red eyes seemed to look through your soul. You should be scared, scared for you life, scared about what he was going to do to you- but here you were, rubbing your thighs together as his fingers pressed against your throat. Bakugou loosened his grip, taking a step back as he pulled his arm away. "Seeya at detention, airhead."

☾

THE ROOM FOR DETENTION was small. The four walls were white, devoid of any vents or windows. The room fit six benches and a teacher's table behind which Hound Dog snored away. You propped your head up with the back of your hand as you played with your pencil. Half an hour ago, Aizawa Sensei had walked into the classroom to write a sentence on the small blackboard-

"I will not be reckless."

Your fingers ached as you wrote the sentence for the five hundredth time. Mina was busy trying to look for a way to sneak out. You looked at Kaminari who was trying to balance a pen above his lips. The pen clattered against the white tiles of the room for the hundredth time as he failed once again. Bakugou slammed his fist on the table in frustration and pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket. You and Kaminari exchanged a wordless glance and Bakugou cleared his throat to announce that he had sneaked in a sheet of math problems (how sacrilegious) because detention was a 'waste of time'.

"Bakubro, you should've sneaked in a Gameboy or your phone- why math sums? It's the one thing brain numbing-er than detention." Kaminari said, holding his head in his hands going crazy.

"Shut up, nerd." Bakugou sneered. You pulled up a chair next to Bakugou, bored enough to study for the upcoming tests.

☾

Bakugou stared at you as you sucked on your bottom lip, focused on solving the sum in front of you. You looked so cute when you furrowed your eyebrows like that. Mina and Kaminari sneaked out the classroom a long time ago, leaving you and Bakugou alone with Hound Dog who was out cold. Bakugou's elbow brushed against yours- you could feel the heat radiate off each other in the stuffy classroom. You sucked in a sharp breath as your focus broke, batting your eyelashes. Katsuki Bakugou's pen came in contact with your head as you flinched. "Dumb bunny." He sounded out, hitting the top of your head with the back of his pen. "You've got this sum all wrong." He leaned into you, his chest pressed against your arm. Your muscles relaxed instantly- his presence was strangely comforting.

Another hour passed with your bodies pressed against each other, Bakugou helping you solve math sums. He smelled just like burnt sugar, his scent almost lulling you to sleep. "How 'bout we get outta here? It's really fucking hot." Bakugou said, breathing out. His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest as he leaned against the back of the wooden chair. Before you got any words out to confirm or deny Bakugou's suggestion, you found yourself getting dragged out the classroom by your wrist. You almost tripped over your own feet as you tried to keep pace with the blonde.

Bakugou lead you up the fire exit's staircase to UA's rooftop. The sun had started to set, painting the sky a beautiful orange. The soft breeze ruffled Bakugou's hair, reminding you of a wet dog trying to dry its fur. Bakugou closed his eyes, taking a minute to enjoy the cool breeze. You took a seat on the ledge, swinging your legs off the roof. Bakugou followed suit, taking a seat next to you as he placed his palm flat on your back. His hand trailed slowly to rest on your shoulder, giving you goosebumps. Bakugou avoided your gaze, staring at the sunset. Your heart skipped a beat as you gathered the courage to lean into Bakugou, resting your head on his shoulder.

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"There's something I want to tell you, Bakugou-kun." You admit. "Mm, What is it?" Bakugou asks, glancing at you. "Actually, I.."

PT.5 will be out in the next few days hehe TAGLIST: @marslikeswildflowers @lovra974 @kawliflo @shyshybabyy @sikuthealien @mirophobic @nemisimp @i-simp-to-much

Thank you for keeping up with the series~

[kurishiri]

i’m really curious to hear what made you like alfons so much!! what was your first impression? what made you LIKE him? pls tell us 👀

i personally did not care thaaat much about him tbh idk i felt kinda iffy about him but when i saw his crazy face for the first time he honestly immediately went up a few ranks lol

i also discovered your blog shortly after elbert’s route was released and honestly that made me collect story tickets and AP like crazy in order to binge read through his route because i started to like him even more thanks to your translations!! <3

hii anon! sorry for the late reply! first of all, ty for reading my translations! im glad you could like him more through them too- its such a compliment to me 🥹🫶 i hope you may also enjoy any other translations i post too hehe

but ho boy. my first impression of him was .. actually not all that positive 😅✌️

alfons ramble below (long ish), not spoiler free orz ↓

i didnt really like how shallow he seemed ig ,, it almost seemed like he was belittling kate sometimes even with the way he spoke and idk it kinda rubbed me off the wrong way. like at least with jude, he doesnt really use pretty words as insults yk. hes honest and direct at least, so i could take jude more than alfons.

that said, i think what started to boost him up for me was how funny he was. his humor is right up my alley. like he will snatch something, knowing hes doing so, and then when questioned he will pretend he will not know and try to put the blame on roger or smth .. or like hes just got that dramatic flair, yk. and eventually i started finding it amusing that he would speak so politely, but then say stuff thats not so befitting of his “noble” status lmao and when i translate alfons, i do try to take this into consideration, bc in jp the gap between the words he speaks and the way he speaks is indeed a part of his humor! and i wanted to convey that in english.

but i think when i realized he is quite literally the most doomed by the narrative, and reading his main story and just truly understanding the character that lies beneath his facade made me fall in love with him 😭🤍 in reality, he falls pretty fast and pretty hard for kate, and he puts her first so much, he wouldnt mind getting hurt himself .. and just his development of finding a sense of comfort in reality with kate and learning to be more selfish with his own desires. the grave realization he has when he made a mistake and had let kate too close to his heart too after he had so much genuine fun with kate .. like ho alfons did you at least kith the rock before throwing at me? kith the knife before twisting it in my heart? anyway its angsty and just all really beautiful to me. and the way he so deeply desires a connection with someone, but doesnt want to burden anyone else with his curse so he feels he has to put distance .. i live for the pain and angst ueuueueu

oh and dark if! omg ong dark lwk had me in a chokehold bc wdym al keeps visiting an unconscious kate in reality to keep giving her a happy dream bc she would have a pained look on her face despite not knowing who kate is in this world 😭😭 i dont see enough ppl talking ab al’s route in that event like PLEASE the parallels between dark if and his main story has me on my knees. like how kate forgets alfons after being killed over and over in the fairytale world but has a feeling she falls in love with someone, or how when kate is on the verge of death, she makes a bet with alfons (with it being vice versa in the main story — just like a mirror!) god knows im weak for parallelism

and i think he is one of the most complex characters in the ikevil cast. i lovee the irony borne from his character that sex is used in his main story to create distance between himself and kate rather than connection. ofc this changes over time, but like in the beginning it seems that this is the case. and just how deeply his trauma affects him but still wants to help others too. al the man that you are ..

anyway sorry for my incoherent rambling but live laugh love alfons sylvatica 🪞✨✨

[odense]

oh, HELL yeah

By  SOPHIE AUSTIN Updated 12:54 PM PDT, September 27, 2024 SACRAMENTO, Calif. (AP) — For Johnny Hernandez Jr., vice chairman of the San Manuel Band of Mission Indians in Southern California, it was difficult as a kid growing up around San Bernardino to hear two different accounts of the histories of Indigenous peoples in the state. One account came from his elders and was based on their lived experiences, and another came from his teachers at school and glossed over decades of mistreatment Native American people faced. “You have your family, but then you have the people you’re supposed to respect — teachers and the administration,” he said. “As a kid — I’ll speak for myself — it is confusing to … know who’s telling the truth.” Now a bill signed into law by Democratic Gov. Gavin Newsom on Friday requires public schools teaching elementary, middle or high school students about Spanish colonization and the California gold rush to include instruction on the mistreatment and contributions of Native Americans during during those periods. The state Department of Education must consult with tribes when it updates its history and social studies curriculum framework after Jan. 1, 2025, under the law. “This is a critical step to right some of the educational wrongs,” Hernandez said before the bill was signed. ... Democratic Assemblymember James C. Ramos, the first Native American state lawmaker in California who authored the curriculum bill, said it would build on legislation the state passed in 2022 encouraging school districts to work with tribes to incorporate their history into curricula. “For far too long California’s First People and their history have been ignored or misrepresented,” he said in a statement last month. “Classroom instruction about the Mission and Gold Rush periods fails to include the loss of life, enslavement, starvation, illness and violence inflicted upon California Native American people during those times. These historical omissions from the curriculum are misleading.”

And per the governor's office,

The package of bills includes policies to improve laws for vulnerable Native American youth and increase access to social supports. AB 81 by Assemblymember James C. Ramos (D-Highland) strengthens protections in the federal Indian Child Welfare Act (ICWA) by codifying protections for Native American youth and their families into the California Welfare and Institutions Code, and AB 2795 by Assemblymember Dr. Joaquin Arambula (D-Fresno) reduces administrative barriers for CalWORKS and Temporary Assistance for Needy Families (TANF) services in Indian Health Clinics.    The Governor also signed AB 1821 by Assemblymember James C. Ramos (D-Highland), which will require elementary through high school education regarding the Mission and Gold Rush periods to include the treatment and perspectives of Native Americans, providing students a fuller picture of the state’s history.   SB 310 by Senator Bill Dodd (D-Napa) authorizes the California Natural Resources Agency and local air districts to form agreements with federally recognized California Native American tribes to facilitate cultural burns in ancestral territories.

[pushspacetocontinue]

"Heh, yeah, that, that is true. It's, it's like those, those people who, who like, vlog health, health journeys, so, so they can, can like hold themselves more, more accountable," Russell said.

At least, that was why some of them had done it according to them.

"Oh uh, I'm, I'm sorry. I, I kinda, I kinda thought that, that was um, a, a good way to, to add to that... but you, you're right there," Russell said, "I um, I should have, should have, should have thought ab-about that be-before I said it. My, my mistake."

At least it seemed Zora wasn't mad at him for it. He was definitely more than glad to move on after that blunder.

"I, I think it will, it will be," Russell said. He was already looking forward to giving Lucien his presents, "He, he likes bees so, so I even made some, some origami bees to put on, put on a card for him. They're, they're not perfect but well, you know, it's, it's not something you, you can get in, in a shop, you know?"

But then Russell nodded.

"Y-yeah. Ap-apparently it, it was bought by some, some ultra, ultra rich big-bigwig types bought it and, and then just up and, and left it when, when, when it, it didn't get popular," Russell said, "So that's, that's what we, we want to do. We, we want to, to open it up for, for everyone who, who would like to. My, my brother managed to, to find the, the original buyer and, and managed to, to convince him to, to sell it to, to us for, for like, for like a tiny fraction of, of the original price. But yeah, that, that is a good point too."

But then his cheeks turned a bit pink.

"Sorry, I, I shouldn't be, I shouldn't be, be going on and, and on like that."

"Hey, whatever gets results for people when it comes to trying todo things they said that they would do." Z figures it takes all sorts of approaches depending on the person.

Zora finds themself pausing.. and needing to make themself very clear about Russell's other point. It's easy for people to misunderstand it in the way Russell says.. but that's not what Z really means. Guess they should have been more specific in the first place.

"Well. I mean. I didn't say all that. who and what you are, what you have and don't have are things you have to consider on an ongoing basis because those are uh material factors you have to consider. I'm not someone who pretends that those background factors don't make a significant influence in terms of how people turn out.. despite there being other things that go into it. I do agree that ultimately what you do with what you can do that does make a huge difference. "

They were certainly glad to talk about something else. "I hope you have a good time at your friend's birthday - that sounds like it's going to be a really great time."

Z nods a little bit, impressed at the notion of getting the sports club back running for the people again. "That's a very valid effort. I hope it goes well.. I think that should be a really nice thing for people to have access to. Yeah, you're welcome. At least if there's a workshop there's a specific reason to be contacting people."

[xo8ball]

OK OK OK FAVR SONG FROM EVERY FOB/MCR ALBUM (if I listed MV's too I'd be here all day :] )

FOB

TTTYG: Dead on Arrival (my grandpa likes this one so I like it too!!)

FUTCT:Dark Alley, or Get Busy Living!!

IOH: I'm Like a Lawyer, or G.I.N.A.S.F.S!!

Folie á Deux: Headfirst Slide, 27, or West Coast Smoker!

SRAR:,,,the entire album,,,

AB/AP: ...the entire album is such a fucking banger

MANIA: The Last of the Real Ones, HOLD ME TIGHT OR DONT, Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

SM(F)S: THE ENTIRE ALBUM IS SUCH A FUCKING BANGERRRR AUGH

MCR

Bullets: Honey, This Mirror isnt big enough for the both of us, Our Lady of Sorrows, and vampires will never hurt you!!

Three Cheers:The Ghost of You, To The End, It's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish (it's not on the actual thing but I love Desert Song)

Black Parade:This Is How I dissapear, Dead!, Mama

DD:TLOTFK: EVERY SINGLE SONG ON HERE FUCKS.

Conventional Weapons: Boy Division, Tommorows Money, The World is Ugly, AMBULANCE

Black Parade/Living With Ghosts:All The Angels, Emily, Not That Kind of Girl!!

(Sorry if this list is kinda long, I'm just normal about these albums :]]] )

you're on tumblr who is normal here :3 (positive)

granpa has taste me thinks!!!!! AND I GETTT ITT its so hard choosing from srar and abap theyre INSANELY cool <3 SMFS MY BELOVED THEY DID DROP A BOMB LIKE THAT AND PRETEND I WAS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT. NO IM NOT I'M BETTER THAN EVER

for mcr, YES desert song deserves that spot from here to the moon (and from the earth to the morgue) ALL THE ANGELS AND EMILY MY ULTRA BELOVEDDDDSSS <3 love that living with ghosts is there you just get it buddy

nows my turn heehaaa!

fob

tttyg : postcards specially has my whole heart, sounds so... TEENAGER. special mentions to : saturday, chicago, dead on arrival, and calm before the storm

futct : i definitely have a fave and it's XO can you see.... but as corny as it is, i love dance dance, and also nobody puts baby, 7 minutes, snitches and talkers, music or misery, and get busy! never gets old :]

ioh : SO HARD BECAUSE ITS BANGER AFTER BANGER ..... defo hum hallelujah because i love her so bad! golden too, carpal tunnel, fame > infamy, youre crashing, ive got this ringing, after life of the party and dont you know who i think i am :3 (DID I LIST ALL OF THEM IDK... LOL LMAO)

FOLIE... you cabt do this to meeee..... literally cant stop listening to the whole album its all good! but top top top Mega Top faves are headfirst slide, suitehearts, 27, what a catch, shipped gold standard and disloyal order, but cant pity 13 queens against eachother<3

ON SRAR ITS SO BAD FOR ME its really good but the mighty fall wins by far it just does it for me. ALSO I REALLY LIKE THEM ALL but tmf.. shes special

abap is crazy good and twin skeletons will always kill me as uma thurman dances on my dead body. cant choose too much, Novocaine, 4th of july and jet pack blues also are very <3 IRRESISTIBLE WINS MV CATEGORY HERE first time i saw it i almost frew up from laughing its so good for my humor

mania will be forever my close to first fave post hiatus! wilson expensive mistakes GETS IT and also sunshine riptide <3

on a special note : believers never die! dear future self and from now on we are enemies are ingrained so bad in me <3

for the newest addition in the family, smfs is a good album back to back! so good right now, i am my own muse, flu game, what a time to be alive and the title track are the ones i find myself singing the most, but i do like every single one!!

Well that's a lot! now for the vampires :3

bullets : this one album hits close! but early sunsets made a home in me, as well as drowning lessons, headfirst for halos, skylines and turnstiles and well demolovers too because!!

revenge : BOMB album will say that. every single song is SO good<3 i never told you will always be mine mine and forever mine! but i really like every single song in there, jetset life is good too, helena and ghost of you also win! oh no THEYRE ALL GOOD also best demo is i never told you. "covered in blood and piss" forever.

tbp is my second favorite album ever, the theatrics, the feeling, the instrumentality....... <3 i dont love you, the sharpest lives, mama and sleep go by far to be my adored most repeated ones, but cant really choose! mcr you put a curse on me

dd is AMAZING the comics are CRAZY GOOD it was the FIRST INTRODUCTION I HAD TO MCR whatever so cool so dancey so party <3 SING IS MY BABY GIRL NOBODY TOUCH HER everynyan hates her but i love her. save yourself, destroya, scarecrow are soooo good too.......... my baby girls

conwep IS MY girl she gets me. gun is the only one i dislike as i said but mdhfjejemwnwb <3333 so much love to her <33333 ambulance, surrender the night, burn bright, kiss the ring and make room! my babies

living w ghosts KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS FOREVER <3 emily, my way thru home is you and all the angels get it<3

mention to foundations because i still cant heal and cope I LOVE FOUNDATIONS REALLY REALLY BADDDDDD SO MUCH WO M7CH IM SO PUMPED UP FOR MCR5 <3

oh thats longer now. OKAY ALRIGHT drop me your fave era or looks :3

[middleearthpixie]

After the Fire ~ Chapter Eleven

Title: After the Fire - 

Fandom: The Hobbit - Post BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield. 

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done. 

Jasna meets Dáin, and later Óin has her bring Dís up to date on what happened to Fíli and Kíli and their prognosis. 

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Dís 

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,173

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Jasna was at the far end of the infirmary, sitting down with a red-haired dwarf from the Iron Hills who had one of the most colorful vocabularies she’d ever heard, and what looked to be a nasty infection in his right thumb. She peered down at that the swollen digit, with the bright red squiggles stretching down almost to the base of said thumb. “Wh-what did y-y-you do again?”

“I hit it with a blasted bloody hammer is what I did!” His voice rang across the infirmary, causing several of those still abed to look in their direction. “I do not recommend ye do it, lassie!”

“It l-looks to me like y-y-y-you might h-h-have done more th-than hit it with a hammer.”

A heavy sigh sent his mustache fluttering almost perfectly straight out. “It’s been botherin’ me fer days, lass. I had a splinter tha’ I thought I’d got out, but perhaps I didn’t after all.”

“I can look.”

“Please. I canna stand it any longer.” He added a few more colorful phrases when she gently probed at it, sucking in his breath as he growled, “Oh, jus’ cut it off! It’d hurt less.”

“I ap-ap-apologize,” she replied, biting back a smile. “I th-think it will n-n-need to be lanced.”

“So lance it.”

“I need to sp-sp-speak with Óin first.”

“Nae, ye don’t. I trust ye. Ye’ve got good hands, lassie. Just lop off the tip, wrap it up, an’ let me get back ta work!”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid I cannot d-do that. Óin will b-b-b-be furious, and he sc-scares me more th-than you d-d-do.” She rose from her chair, patting him on the shoulder with one hand. “I won’t be b-b-b-but a minute.”

“If ye say so.”

As she straightened, she caught sight of Dís making her way into the infirmary, looking back and forth amongst the beds—for her sons, no doubt. Jasna glanced back at the dwarf with the injured thumb, then ahead at Dís, and made her way over to the dwarf princess. “Lady Dís? Fíli and Kíli are over in the back corner. Come and I’ll take you to them.”

“Aren’t you helping Dáin?”

“Dáin?”

Dís smiled and waved at the red-haired dwarf. “Dáin. He’s my and Thorin’s cousin. He isn’t giving you any trouble, is he?”

“No. W-w-will he?”

“He might. He’s… unique.”

Jasna smiled. “I can see that.”

“Go and tend to him. I can find my sons and sit with them until you’re free and you can catch me up with them.”

“Ca-catch you up?”

Dís nodded as she skirted a bed. “Go. Before Dáin starts yelling.”

Jasna swallowed hard as she stood there for a moment, then remembered she was fetching Óin, who was at his desk. She approached him. “Do you have a moment?”

“I do, lassie.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “What is it?”

“Dáin, I believe Lady Dís said his name is?”

“Dáin. He’s of the Iron Hills. What brings him here?”

“He has a nasty infection in his thumb. I think it n-n-needs to be dr-dr-drained, but th-th-think you should look at it first.”

“Of course.” He pushed back from his desk and came around to follow her back to where Dáin sat. “Dáin Ironfoot! Ye aren’t givin’ my student a tough time, are ye?”

“She’s only a student? I dinna believe that for a moment. She’s doesna act like a student. She knows wha’ she’s doin’!”

Jasna’s cheeks grew warm, and then went warmer still as Óin turned a proud smile in her direction. “She’s one of the brightest I’ve ever taught. Yer in good hands, man.”

“I knew it. She’s the one what insisted on fetchin’ ye.”

“Miss Stoneham,” Óin turned to her, “what should we do here?”

She swallowed hard, willing her words to come smoothly as she said, “Lance and drain, do a q-quick exam for any f-foreign b-bodies, flush it with kingsfoil and bind it with linen soaked in comfrey and give him instructions to k-keep it clean.”

Óin bobbed his head. “Proceed. I’ll look it over before ye bandage it.”

“Th-thank you.”

He went back to his desk and she turned to find Dáin grinning at her. “Why d-do you smile?” she asked, rising to go and gather the supplies she’d need.

“Ye knew what ta do the entire time, lassie. Ye need to believe in yerself more.”

“I’m still q-quite new at this.” She said this over her shoulder as she went to the cupboard. Her stomach rolled for a painful moment at the thought of lancing and draining the wound, as she still wasn't used to doing such things. Still, she swallowed hard and continued gathering everything up. 

As she did, she glanced over at Dís, sitting between her sons, looking from one to the other as they slept, her left hand on Kili’s forearm, her right on Fíli’s. What would have happened, had she not come into the courtyard when she had? Jasna had the strangest feeling Thorin was on the verge of kissing her. When he leaned in, murmuring how she should use his given name, the air around them almost crackled with electricity. 

What would kissing the King Under the Mountain be like? She’d never been kissed before, by anyone, and so had no idea what it felt like to have someone else’s lips pressed to hers. She and Anissa used to talk about what such a thing might be like, as she’d never kissed anyone, either. They would whisper late into the night, their beds across from one another in the small dormitory, about what happened between men and women when they were alone together, what happened when one went beyond kissing? What would it be like? What did they think kissing Kieran Edwards would be like, as they both found him quite appealing?

Would either one of them ever find out?

She sighed softly as she brought everything back to where Dáin sat. Anissa would never know. She’d died when the burning dormitory roof caved in on her. Jasna tried to get to her, but the flames were too intense, choking the air from her lungs, threatening to scorch the skin from her bones. Kieran and the others all perished from the thick, black, acrid smoke that engulfed Esgaroth to choke out everyone and everything in its path.

Do not think about that.

She pushed the memories from her mind as she made her way back to where Dáin sat, and his eyes went wide at the sight of the implements she’d need to open his wound, his face going pale as he said, “Have ye any ale or rye, perhaps?”

“This shouldn’t hurt m-m-much,” she said. “It will probably f-f-feel better once the pressure is gone.”

“I don’t think it can feel worse,” Dáin replied, looking down at the table now. He visibly swallowed and his, “Be quick, lassie. Please,” was far softer than his speech up to that point.

She patted his hand. “I will. Close your eyes if it would help.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“My lips are s-sealed."

He did and she went to work, fighting back biting nausea as she drained the wound. A low oath leaked through Dáin’s teeth, but he remained perfectly still as she finished, then carefully probed about. Her eyes widened when she found the source of the infection, a small sliver of wood embedded deep in the pad of his thumb.

“Augh! Take care, lassie!” Dáin’s voice rang out like a bell as she extracted the sliver.

“I b-b-beg your p-p-pardon, but it h-had to be d-d-done,” she said, dropping the splinter into the basin. “If it’s any consolation, we are f-f-finished.”

“Thank Mahal,” he breathed, his arm relaxing and his fingers splaying a bit wider now. 

“I just n-n-need to flush it and bandage it.”

He hissed again as she poured a solution of kingsfoil and purified water over the wound, then applied a small square of comfrey-soaked linen, saying, “Hold this here whilst I f-f-fetch Óin. He w-w-wanted to see it be-before I bandaged it.”

“Again, lassie?”

“He said to do so.” She rose and hurried to grab Óin and brought him back over to look over her work.

He bobbed his head. “Aye, ye did a fine job, Miss Stoneham. Bandage it and send the wee man on his way.”

“Wee man?” Dáin’s voice rang with disbelief. “Who are ye callin’ a wee man, ye cantaloupe?”

“See?” Óin winked. “He’s fine.”

Jasna bit back a smile as Óin took himself off, and when she looked back at Dáin, he merely arched a rusty eyebrow and held out his still-bleeding thumb. She swapped out the bloodied linen for a fresh square, and wrapped clean linen about that, knotting it carefully. “Is that t-t-too tight?”

“Not at all, lassie.” He bent his thumb. “How long until I can use it again?”

“It’s hard to say.” She looked up to see Thorin limp back into the infirmary, leaning heavily on the black ash cane. Her heart skipped beat, her belly did a strange little flutter, and when he looked over at her, heat climbed into her cheeks, and she had to look away. 

“Lassie?”

“Uh… I b-b-beg your p-pardon.”

“It’s all right. Thorin turns heads. He always has.”

“What? N-no, that n-n-not it.” She looked up to find Dáin grinning at her. “What? It isn’t.”

“Of course not. Now,” he held up his hand and wiggled his bandaged thumb, “when do I get this back?”

“Uh… right… come in for the next few d-d-days for a wound ch-check and we’ll take it day b-b-by day.” She pushed the cork stopper back into the bottle of comfrey extract. “Keep it as d-d-d-dry as possible. And please, do ba-ba-baby it. It will be sore for the n-n-n-next several days.”

“Baby it? Have ye seen how much work this place needs? I canna take time off.”

“You c-c-can if you w-w-w-want to have it heal pr-pr-properly.”

He sighed softly. “Yer a hard woman, lassie.”

“I have your best interests at heart, Mr. Dáin.”

Dáin chuckled, then looked over her shoulder. “Ah, Thorin, how nice of ye to come visit!”

Jasna’s stomach did a massive flip as Thorin replied, “I apologize, cousin. I was a bit occupied with trying not to die.”

Dáin’s grin grew wider. “Aye, I’m glad ye had yer priorities straight.” He stood and came around to embrace Thorin. “And it’s good ta see ye upright again.”

“It’s good to be upright again. Now, what did you do to yourself?”

“I got a splinter on somethin’, it would seem. I thought I got it out, and didn’t even realize I hadn’t until my thumb blew up like mad and hurt like the fires of Mordor.” He glanced down at Jasna. “Might I steal him away fer a bit? Or he is under house arrest?”

“Actually,” Thorin said, “I came over to ask Miss Stoneham if she had a moment.”

“Oh, I have to cl-cl-clean up and then round, Your Majesty.” She stood and began gathering up all the used supplies and the basin that needed cleaning. “And no, Mr. Dáin, he is not under arrest of any sort. You are more than welcome t-t-to st-st-steal him for a bit.”

“Wonderful!” Dáin clapped Thorin on the back. “Come along and let me catch ye up on what ye’ve missed, lyin’ about here w’out a care in the world.”

“It wasn't quite that carefree,” Thorin said, allowing Dáin to steer him back toward the Great Hall, which lay between the infirmary and the kitchens. 

Jasna watched them go and fought off the urge to sigh. They were nearly the same height, but Thorin wasn't quite as wide as his cousin, who was far more on the stout side. Thorin might not see himself that way, but he certainly carried himself as a king.

A king who was going to kiss her. 

“So ye survived draining that?” 

She looked over at Óin, who’d come up alongside her, and nodded. “It was a bit d-d-d-dicey, but yes.”

“I knew ye would. He’s right, ye know. Ye need only bait more confidence in yerself.” He glanced over at Dís and his smile faded. “We need to tell her what happened to Fíli and Kíli.”

“We?”

He nodded. “Ye’ve been with them since they came in.”

“B-b-but I only h-h-h-helped with Kíli and for Fíli, I’ve but held his hands for him.”

“You’ve done much more than that since they arrived. Come along now.”

Reluctantly, she followed Óin across to where Dís sat. She looked up at them and offered up a slight smile. “I never thought I’d be sitting here,” she said, “looking at my boys and wondering if they would ever stand on their own again.”

Óin patted her shoulder. “I know it is rough to see them this way, my lady. But believe me when I tell ye, they were in far worse condition when they first came in.”

Dís’ eyes, almost the same shade of steel blue as her brother’s, reddened. “But will they make full recoveries?”

Óin glanced down at the sleeping forms, then gestured for Dís to come with them. “Let’s speak away from the lads.”

“Oh, no…” Dís brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes beginning to shimmer now. “Óin, no…”

“They just don’t need to hear how bad it was. Not yet.”

Dís looked from him to Jasna. “Thorin wouldn’t tell me what happened. Can either of you?”

Jasna shook her head. “I don’t know wh-what happened. I w-w-w-was out in Dale. B-b-bard asked me to come here to h-h-h-help.”

“Come, my lady,” Óin held out a hand, “and we can talk somewhere a bit more private.”

Fíli stirred then, a low moan rising to his lips. Dís’ spine stiffened at the sound. “He—”

“Miss Stoneham, if ye would take Lady Dís into my office whilst I see what Fíli needs. Ye can explain to her what we know so far.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“Wait, Óin, you’re leaving me with a student to answer my questions?”

“She’s one of the brightest students I’ve had, my lady. Yer in good hands, I promise.”

Dís didn't look at all convinced, but she merely shrugged and followed Jasna away from the Durins’ beds and back to Óin’s office. Once they were inside and she’d closed the door, Dís said, “Please, tell me what happened to my sons.”

“I honestly d-d-don’t know.” She motioned to the chairs in front of Óin’s desk. “Please, s-s-sit and I’ll t-t-t-tell you what I d-d-d-do know.”

Dís didn't look entirely convinced, but she sank into one of the chairs. Jasna took the other one, shifting it slightly toward her, and without thinking, she took the lady’s hands in hers. “I don’t know h-h-h-how exactly they w-w-w-were wounded. It happened up at R-ravenhill. 

“Fíli w-w-w-was run through by a double blade, j-j-just as Thor—His Majesty—w-w-was. By the s-s-same blade, I believe, but only the topmost one did any d-d-damage.” She paused. “It was the longer bl-bl-blade.”

“Oh, no…”

“I’m afraid there’s more, my lady. He fell a gr-gr-great distance and su-sustained fractures in his l-l-legs—his femurs, up here,” she gestured to her own thigh, “his tibia and fibulas, in the lower leg, and both ankles as well.”

“Will he regain use of his legs?”

Jasna nodded slowly. “Óin be-be-be—thinks he should, yes. He has a very long r-r-road ahead of him, but in time, he should. He can feel them, and that’s a good sign. A very good sign, indeed. But, he is only in the b-b-b-be-be-beginning stages of recovery, you know. And it will be months before he will be able to do much.”

“Does he know?”

“Not yet. He’s not been conscious long enough for either Narnerra or Óin to speak with him at length. He knows what happened. He is aware of everything around him. But we’ve not given him much more than b-b-basic information now. In t-t-time, Óin will, when h-h-he feels Fíli is st-st-strong enough to hear the truth.”

“The truth?”

Jasna drew in a deep breath. “His injuries are very severe, my lady. He will re-recover, but he will n-n-not be the same. He may never h-h-have full use of his legs, may limp, may have stiff joints. We w-w-won’t know until he is ready to be upright and m-m-moving. Then he can be assessed and w-w-we can go f-f-forward.”

The shimmering in Dís’ eyes grew brighter and she visibly swallowed, but then she nodded and said, “Thank you, Miss Stoneham. I appreciate your honesty.”

“Of course. You’re we-welcome.”

Dís dug into her small bag and pulled out a lacy handkerchief, with which she dabbed at her eyes. Then, lowering it, she said, “And Kíli?”

“He was run through from the front. A s-s-single blade. It went through his chest,” she put a hand to her own, just below her breasts, on the right side, “approximately here. It nicked both the inferior vena cava and the descending aorta, both of which run from the heart.”

Dís’ eyes went perfectly round “H-his heart was damaged?” 

“The wounds w-w-were relatively small, and I assisted Narnerra in suturing them. He should be fine in time, my lady.”

“Are you certain?”

“More or less,” Jasna told her softly, instinctively reaching over to cover the lady’s hands with her own. She gave them a gentle squeeze. “He was seriously wounded, b-b-but, I understand a she-elf was with him when he was felled. H-h-h-he had a bit of cloth wadded against his wounds, with enough p-p-p-pressure applied to slow the bleeding enough that he reached Erebor with a pulse, and I believe th-th-there might have been dried kings foil in the w-w-wound as well, which would have de-de-definitely helped with bleeding.”

“A she-elf? Who?”

“I believe he said her name was Tauriel, my lady.” She gave Dís’ hands another squeeze. “But you’ll be able to ask h-h-him yourself in a day or s-s-so to be certain.”

Dís’ eyes glimmered with those unshed tears, overflowing to sent them streaking over her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking, “I just… this is not what I thought I’d find here. My brother, my sons, almost dying at the hands of orcs… it just—I don’t know what to do with this… what to think.”

Jasna withdrew her handkerchief from the pocket of her work dress and pressed it into the lady’s hands. “It’s quite all right, my lady. It’s b-b-been a sh-sh-shock, no doubt.”

“And Thorin, is he going to make a full recovery as well?”

Jasna nodded. “He will, yes.”

“What happened to him?”

Jasna shifted slightly. “I really don’t kn-kn-know, my lady. He has not spoken much about wh-wh-what happened to him and I do not feel comfortable sharing what I do know without first asking him permission.”

“I thought of anyone, he would have told you.”

“Why w-w-would you think that?”

A hint of a smile tugged at Dís’ lips. “You looked very cozy with him out in the courtyard.”

“No. I was b-b-but helping him. He began walking about earlier this week, but th-th-this was the first he’s been out of doors since he arrived.”

“I know my brother, Miss Stoneham. And if his is the heart you wish to win,” she gave into her smile now, “I can help you with that.”

Heat stung Jasna’s cheeks even as she shook her head. “I thank you, but that won’t b-b-b-be necessary.”

“Are you certain?”

The door opened then, and Óin barreled in, greeting them with, “Was Miss Stoneham able to help you at all, my lady?”

Dís nodded, dabbing at her eyes with the handkerchief. “She was a great help, yes, Óin. May I go and sit with my boys?”

“Of course. Feel free to sit with them as long as you like. Miss Stoneham, will you escort the lady back to Fíli and Kíli?”

Jasna nodded. “Of course.”

She waited for Dís to rise, and led her out into the infirmary, around the beds, to where she’d been sitting before. Thorin had returned to his bed, his eyes closed, his boots lying on the floor at the foot of his bed. Dís glanced over at him, then at her, and said, “If you change your mind, Miss Stoneham, just let me know.”’

“I do appreciate it, but it really is n-n-n-not necessary.”

“Very well.” Dís settled herself back into her chair, and resumed her position of one hand on each of her sons. 

“Might I f-f-f-fetch you anything?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Very well. I’ll be by again in a b-b-b-bit when we do rounds. Óin likes to stay at-at-atop things.”

“I expect no less from him. I will see you later, Miss Stoneham.”

Jasna bobbed her head and moved around to crouch and pick up Thorin’s boots to move them before someone—namely her—tripped over them. As she straightened, he said, “Just toss them under the bed, if you’d not mind.”

“Oh, I h-h-h-hadn’t realized you were awake.” She tucked the boots beneath his bed and straightened up once more. “Do you n-n-n-need anything for pain?”

“No. I can tolerate the twinges.”

“If it worsens, let me kn-kn-know.”

He nodded. “I will.”

“Rest now.”

As she made to move by him, he reached for her, catching her by the hand to halt her. “Miss Stoneham?”

“Y-y-yes?”

“Thank you.”

“There is n-n-no need t-t-to thank me, Your Majesty.”

“Thorin.”

As he growled that one word, Jasna was convinced she could feel Dís’ eyes on her, could feel the lady offering up a knowing smile. She was overly aware of how warm Thorin’s hand felt, how those thick fingers wound entirely about her slender wrist. “Your Majesty…”

“I’ve told you, it’s quite all right. I’d prefer it.”

“Very well. If I call you by your given name, will you get some rest?”

His eyes met hers and he smiled. “I will, aye.”

“Then get some rest,” she paused, “Thorin.”

He released her then, wincing as he shifted slightly. But before she could offer him pain relief again, he said, “I’m fine. Just a bit sore from moving.”

“If you’re certain.”

“I am.”

“I’ll see you when we r-r-round. If you’re sl-sleeping, I’ll try not to wake you.”

“I appreciate it.”

For a moment, she wondered what he’d do, should she stroke his hair, as she’d done that first day he was with them. The urge to do just that coursed through her, and it was all she could do to resist giving in. 

As she moved away from his bed, she glanced over at Lady Dís, and for one mad moment, almost went over to take her up on her offer.

But then she thought better of it. Yes, Thorin was handsome. He was kind. But he was also not only a dwarf, but their king. She was of Man, and a nobody, really. There could never be anything between them. And besides, just because she thought him handsome didn't mean he found her attractive at all. The notion that he was about to kiss her might be nothing more than her own imagination.

She went back to her room to do some studying before rounds, but as she stared down at the pages before her, all she could see was Thorin leaning in to her, and all she could think about was what it would feel like to be in his arms. 

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Fifty-Six part 2 | Feysand

Smut-fest continues, if you're enjoying this go say happy birthday to @asteria-of-mars!

Part 1 Part 3

Chapter 2: Chafing a bit?

Rhys was right about one thing- the inner circle were already seated and half way through their breakfast when they got downstairs. At the couple’s arrival, everyone looked up and greeted them warmly. They took their usual seats opposite each other, and Rhys caught Feyre’s ankles between his under the table and winked at her.

Feyre settled in between Cassian and Mor, but when the former leaned his elbow on the table and looked at her with a goofy grin, Rhys’s lips thinned.

Alright there? she asked him.

Fine, was the terse and completely unconvincing reply.

You sure you’re ready to be around other people?

Yeah, he said. I’m fine.

“So,” Cassian said, his eyes sparkling. “Mates, huh?”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Okay, I know all of you guys knew before I did.”

“We’re sorry,” Mor blurted. “We never meant to deceive you.”

Feyre softened. “I know,” she said. “It’s okay.” Mor grinned, and heaped muffins onto Feyre’s plate.

“Welcome to the family,” she said, and it was the best thing Feyre had ever heard.

“Congratulations, both of you,” Azriel chimed in, offering her a rare smile. Feyre beamed at him.

“We’re glad to have you,” Amren said quietly, and from her, it meant the world.

The whole time, Rhys kept his eyes on Feyre, and sipped his coffee.

“We missed you guys,” Feyre said affectionately.

“Oh you did not,” Mor smiled.

But Cassian said, “Especially me, right Feyre?” and Rhys snarled.

Everyone at the table stilled, and looked at the High Lord.

“Rhys,” Feyre said. “It’s okay.” Rhys locked eyes with her for a moment, and finally nodded once. Their friends continued eating, but kept flicking wary glances in his direction. Azriel cleared his throat.

“So, since you’re back Rhys, I was hoping to have a moment to discuss Jurian’s movements. My spies in the human realm have been keeping tabs on the human queens and-”

Azriel’s attempt at distraction was interrupted by another snarl, ripping from Rhys’s throat.

“What now?” Cassian hissed at him, dropping his roll to his plate.

“Would you mind keeping your great big ape-arms to yourself?” Rhys spat back at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Every time you move, you’re in Feyre’s space.”

“Rhys,” Feyre warned. “He’s fine.” It’s just the bond, love, she said in his mind. You’re not jealous of your brothers, remember?

Rhys did not reply. Just stared Cassian down until he shuffled further away from Feyre. Which was not very far, since the table was only so long and he was hitting the outside leg already.

“Uh, so… the human realm…” Azriel tried again.

“What about it?” Rhys asked irritably. Mor shifted in her seat. Feyre wasn’t sure whether to try to soothe or reprimand Rhys, but as Azriel talked he did seem to calm down a little. Even made a few comments on his spymaster’s plans going forward, and Feyre relaxed enough that when Cassian asked her to pass the eggs, she didn’t think too much of it. But then when Cassian took the plate from her, their fingers brushed, and in the next second Rhys was exploding across the table.

Glasses spilled and fruit rolled, and the everyone jumped back as Rhys lunged with clawed fingers and feral eyes. Amren grabbed a hold of Mor and said “Right girlie, that’s our cue to leave.” Mor shot a sympathetic glance at Feyre, then they winnowed. Az took a step forward as if he might get in between his brothers, but then thought better of it and left, too. Cassian, his nose bloodied and with egg splattered over his chest, shoved Rhys off of him with a great heave.

“Alright, alright I’m going. You big bloody baby,” he said, and then stalked out the door.

“Rhys,” Feyre began, and his head whipped round to her, teeth still bared. She held her hands up. “Rhys please calm down,” she said.

“Like hell I will,” Rhys growled, and then he lifted her by the waist and set her on the table, pushing her back among the ruined plates and stray danishes. Feyre thought to protest, but there was still testosterone rolling of Rhys in waves, and although her brain did not exactly approve of what had just happened, her body was fast taking over and by the time his lips crashed against hers, she was wrapping her legs around him and clothes were torn from their bodies in shreds.

Rhys sent apologies round after the breakfast debacle, but also stubbornly refused to admit that the mating bond was getting the better of him.

“It was just too many people at once,” he said to Feyre, after she she had taken him back to their room to wash the jam off his chest. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, while she wiped at him with a washcloth.

“It was too soon,” Feyre argued, looking him over for missed debris.

“Maybe I’ll just have them round one at a time, for now,” Rhys went on. Feyre sighed, and rinsed out the cloth. “Okay your turn,” he said, pulling her down and switching places with her. Feyre handed him the little towel, but Rhys, surveying the mix of breakfast smears and lovebites decorating her torso, decided there were better ways of cleaning her up. He licked her from navel to chin, and there was no further discussion about visitors that day.

But the next day, Feyre answered the door to Azriel while Rhys was in the bath. She was surprised to see him, and Azriel, for his part, actually looked nervous. Feyre wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him nervous.

“High Lady,” the Shadowsinger greeted her, ducking his head.

“Azriel,” she said warmly, and grasped his hand in hers. Azriel’s eyes widened, and peered through the doorway behind her. Feyre laughed.

“Don’t worry, he’s upstairs,” Feyre said. Azriel smiled.

“One can never be too careful with new mating bonds,” he said. “And Rhys… well, Rhys has taken my head off for less. Granted, that was a long time ago, but I’m assuming he’s basically a hormone-addled eighteen-year-old again.”

“That’s probably a safe assumption,” Feyre agreed, and showed him in. "Rhys is expecting you?"

“Yes, he asked me to come. I’ll, ah, wait in the study,” Azriel said, and disappeared round the corner. Feyre headed back up the stairs, where Rhys was walking out of their room towelling his hair off. Still naked and steaming from the bath. Feyre’s eyes followed the contours of his abs.

“See something you like, Feyre darling?” Rhys grinned, disappearing the towel with magic.

“Ah…” Feyre stuttered, forgetting what she was supposed to tell him. Gods, he really was a beautiful male. Rhys’s smile turned feline as he stalked toward her. Feyre stepped back as he approached, still watching the muscles shift under his tattoos. He walked her back out to the landing, and leaned her against the bannister as he bent to circle his arms around her waist.

“Cat got your tongue?” he whispered. He was so incredibly warm around her, and Feyre let her head fall back as he kissed under her ear. She struggled to remember what she came to get Rhys for.

“Oh!” she put her hands on his biceps. “Azriel…”

Rhys’s head snapped up, and his eyes were ablaze.

“Azriel?” he demanded. Before she could explain, Rhys had spun her around so fast her hands caught the bannister as she fell forward. He yanked her hips back and threw the edge of her skirt up. “I don’t want to hear another male’s name on your lips, not now and not ever,” he growled in her ear. And then he smacked her lightly across the ass. “Okay?”

Feyre was going to laugh it off and explain, but then something unfurled in her chest. “Do that again,” she breathed.

“What?” Rhys asked, dangerously low. “This?” He smacked her again, a little harder this time. Feyre’s eyes went wide, and to her surprise, heat gathered between her legs. Rhys saw it all, and a very slow, very wicked grin spread across his face.

“Do you like to be spanked, my love?” he asked. Feyre didn’t know how to answer. Rhys pushed her underwear up to expose her backside, and smoothed his hand over it. And then landed a tight slap on her bare skin.

“Oh,” Feyre gasped, arching her back. Rhys pulled her hips back further, rubbing his now hard cock against her from behind. Feyre gripped the railing more tightly, and completely forgot about the spymaster in the study. “More,” she breathed.

“You want more?” Rhys echoed. He spanked her again, and she moaned. “Is this what you were looking for?” He pushed the rest of her skirt up her back and smacked the other side of her ass. “Is this why you’re being so cruel to me,” spank, “coming to me with another male’s name in your mouth,” spank, “looking for punishment?” He yanked her underwear down so it dropped around her ankles, and landed another three slaps, each harder than the one before. Feyre cried out again and again, and was getting so wet she knew he could smell her.

“Spread your legs, darling,” he instructed her. Feyre stepped out of her underwear and leaned her forearms against the bannister. Rhys spanked her again without warning and her eyes watered.

"Oh!"

“Wider,” he snarled. Feyre obeyed, widening her stance. Rhys rubbed his hands gently over her stinging skin, and then his cock was nudging at her entrance.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and then he spanked her one more time and when she yelled out he threaded his fingers through her hair and plunged inside her.

Rhys fucked her hard, bent over the railing, tugging her head back by the hair while his free hand worked her clit. The now sensitive and reddened skin of her ass bounced against the tops of his thighs, and when her knees started to buckle Rhys let go of her hair to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up. Every physical sensation seemed heightened unbearably, and Feyre screamed as she came.

“Who’s name, Feyre?” he asked her. “Who’s name belongs in your mouth?”

“Yours,” she gasped between spasms.

“Say it,” Rhys bit out.

“Rhys,” Feyre said. “Rhys, Rhys, oh fuck, Rhys,” and the last one drawn out in a moan. The sound of it had Rhys coming hard as she was, and she didn’t come down until he had emptied himself inside her and his forehead was damp on her back. Feyre tried to move but felt like a new foal. Rhys laughed softly and carried her back to their room in his arms.

He lay her down very gently, and pulled the blanket over her before softly stroking her hair.

“I didn’t know that about you,” he said quietly.

“What?” Feyre asked, luxuriating in his wandering touch. A laughing edge came into his voice.

“That you were such a glutton for punishment.”

Feyre blushed, and Rhys pressed his lips to her forehead. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Half the fun of being wicked is getting to take care of you afterward.” Feyre smiled.

“I like the sound of that,” she said.

“And I quite like teaching you not to talk about other males in front of me.”

Feyre’s eyes flew open. “Oh!” she said, sitting up. “I was supposed to tell you that Azriel is here and waiting for you in the study!”

They stared at each other for a second, and the burst out laughing. Feyre covered her face in her hands, suddenly remembering the wanton sounds she had been making minutes ago and how clearly Azriel must have heard them all. Rhys peppered kisses over her cheek, and jaw, and neck, and then rolled out of bed, pulling trousers on before going downstairs to see if the Shadowsinger had stuck around.

He had not.

****

Liz asked for spanking ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[adam-banks2025]

Deja Vu

Part 1

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Kind of angst for now, backstory, arguments, and extremely slow burn. Also future poly

He’s insufferable

He’s arrogant. He’s rude. He’s annoying.

He is insufferable.

And I have to deal with him.

Of all the people Mrs. Moore could have partnered me with, she just had to choose him. It’s not like we even put a show on in public, and it’s sad but, everybody knows about the feud between us that started four years ago. 

I had just moved to town from three states over, and I didn’t know anyone my age. After a few weeks of summer went by of not knowing anyone, my dad convinced me to join the district’s hockey team. He told me that it was because he wanted me to make some friends, but I knew that he really just couldn’t afford to pay a babysitter. And my mother, well, she wasn’t in the picture. So I ended up having to go through the lost and found at six different ice rinks in Minnesota in order to get all of my equipment. At first, I was wary of the idea, but my dad said that it was kind of like shopping, so I agreed to go with him. Originally, we would have only had to search five rinks, but I couldn’t find any skates that were my size. After almost twelve hours of rummaging through sweaty pads and broken sticks, I had myself a full set of hockey gear.

Now I was on to the next challenge: How To Skate. I had been ice skating a couple of times before for birthday parties, but I’ve never been able to skate at the level that I had to in order to survive during an entire hockey game. I thought maybe it would just come to me naturally after attending a few practices. Until I did some research at the school library. Apparently, it takes a person at least two months to learn how to ice skate. But ignoring the negative, I decided to focus on the positive. ‘I could at least balance myself...and besides, I probably would be on the bench for every game...and just remember, you’re doing this for friends.’ These were the only three things that ran through my mind on the way to the ice rink. I was honestly terrified. I was scared that the other kids would make fun of me, or worse, ignore me. Well, maybe being made fun of is worse, but at least then they’d acknowledge me. I had to stop myself from thinking about that kinda stuff. I haven’t even attended a single hockey practice yet, and now I’ve added at least four more stressors into my life.

When my dad pulled up to the building, my stomach was tingling. My hands were clammy, and my eyebags had definitely seen better days. I wanted to run so fast away from this place, and not move at all at the same time.

“Nerves,” my dad said. He must’ve noticed from my frozen state in the backseat of his minivan. “You’ll do great! Just don’t break any bones.” He chuckled at the end in hopes that it would come off as a joke, but that is definitely not how it sounded.

To my surprise, I was the first kid that had arrived. I didn’t know much about the team, but I did know that most of the other kids had been on it since they were five or six years old. I was almost the exact opposite, thirteen and just starting. I wasn’t really sure why I was the first person to arrive, and it only added to my nervousness. 

I tried to brush it off as I saw someone outside in the parking lot leave a car holding a bag like you had. I could hear his muffled voice. “I’ll see you at six.” Whoever he was talking to must have responded because the boy spoke again, “yup, love you too.” A parent maybe. A mom? I could faintly make out a silhouette in the driver’s seat, but the glare from the sun blocked most of the car window.

Thank god someone else was here because at least now I knew that I was in the right place. But another problem arose. Now, different things were rushing through my head about what to say to the other boy. Should I make a joke, ask a question? Simply say ‘hello’? I didn’t know. So, I decided to settle on the most stupid thing anyone could ever say. 

“Are you on the hockey team?” What kind of question is that? He has a bag, this time is cut out specifically for hickey practice, and he has a hockey stick with him. Why else would he be here?

He looked up from where he was walking and stared at me awkwardly. It was likely that he wouldn’t have even noticed me if I hadn’t said anything to him. But I did. Which I regretted.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He went to keep on walking but he stopped himself quickly. “Are you?”

I had to keep a laugh in because the boy looked genuinely confused. Or maybe I misjudged that for concern. Still, though, it sounded a bit hopeful. This kid was really hard to read. Either way, I was pretty sure that he thought I couldn’t play hockey.

“Yeah. My dad made me join to make some friends.” 

Suddenly the boy’s demeanor changed. He seemed almost excited that there was a new kid on the team. “Well, I’ll be your first friend. My name’s Adam. Adam Banks. Walk and talk.” And then he started towards two big double doors.

My eyebrows rose at the sudden confidence, taken off guard, but at least he was being friendly. I adjusted your bags and followed right behind him. “So what’s it like here.”

He answered after struggling to open one of the doors, “Well it’s not so bad. It’s super cutthroat during the regular season but in the offseason, it’s pretty relaxed.” As I made myself around the outside of the rink, he kept rambling. “Especially during summer league. The kids who only play during that league have it nice. You’ll definitely survive.”

“Um, so what happens during the regular season?” The thought of angry yelling coaches wasn’t appealing to me, but I could make it work

Adam shrugged his bag up so it wouldn’t fall from his shoulder, “Well. Usually, coach yells at us, tells us that if we don’t win we’re failures, and everyone is constantly fighting to be a starter.” There was silence. “So that’s fun.” I just nodded my head, trying to take this all in. Adam didn’t say anything until he reached the locker room doors. Then he turned to me. “Yeah, but coach is a lot less lenient during summer because it doesn’t really matter for playoffs.”

I scoffed, “yeah, but I’ll eventually have to deal with him. Right?”

Adam’s expression flattened, “Wait, you’re doing winter league too?” He looked genuinely concerned, and now I was second-guessing joining hockey. If this boy didn’t think I could survive, then how could I? Even if I was just gonna sit on the bench, the way this kid was making it out to be was not sounding like the greatest way to make friends.

“Well, yeah. Is that bad?” I needed to hear him say it. Say that I should quit, or join dance, or something. Just so I could have an excuse to tell my dad in case the first day of practice goes awry.

He spoke fast, “Oh no, no. It’s just that--” 

“That I’m not good enough…”

He didn’t say anything. Harsh. I was just trying to make a joke but, I guess that’s what he was really thinking. We stood in silence for a few more seconds, and then he finally thought of something to respond with.

“No. I just feel like you’ll get hurt… and, um.”

I started to laugh. I applaud Adam for trying to make it seem like he didn’t think I was bad, but he just couldn’t do it. “Don’t sweat it, I know I’m gonna be bad.” He started to laugh with me. “Hey, at least I’ll get abs out of it.” 

He and I were actually pretty good friends for the most part. He was my first friend here in Minnesota. He taught me how to skate, and in turn, I offered him some sub-par jokes. He always used to laugh at my jokes even if they were awful. He was what I considered my best friend. He definitely wasn’t a best friend, I couldn’t confide in all of my secrets, and he couldn’t do the same to me, but Adam was the only kid I was friends with. We laughed hard, we fell on the ice together. He even told his mom that practices started to end later just so he could wait with me until my dad got off work and picked me up. 

Not long after we bonded, I hato the ducks. At the time, I didn’t know exactly what happened. All my dad said to me was something about how the coach wasn’t that nice, and that he didn’t want me on his team. I didn’t really care since hockey wasn’t something that I cared about too much. So I said goodbye to Adam and explained that I had to go. I didn’t say anything about the coach-not-liking-me part because then I thought he’d feel bad for me.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to switch teams too, but I think my dads’ gonna see if I can stay on the team.” He spoke almost as if he was trying to convince himself. I thought it was a great idea to tell him why he had to go to the ducks.

“They don’t want you, Adam. Maybe if you go to the ducks, you’ll get a coach who appreciates you.” I didn’t know what was wrong with what I said to him until about a year later, but by the time I finished my sentence, he was fuming.

The situation afterward was a blur, and I can’t remember what all was said. I just remember Adam touching on the fact how I’m an awful hockey player, and that he only talked to me because he felt sorry for me. Now, if my old coach had told me that I was awful at hockey, I’d be completely fine. I already knew that, and coach is just...coach. But hearing it come from Adam? It wasn’t like he was just telling me how it is, he wanted to hurt me.

It took me two weeks to stop thinking about the situation constantly, and then it started to fade away. I never even told him the real reason why I told him what I did, but now I have to work on a history project with him. How am I gonna do that if I can’t even tell him the reason for our quarrel that we had three years ago? Let alone complete a whole project?

“The syllabus will be given tomorrow, and the deadline for this project will be written under the ‘AP History’ bulletin. You may get to work.”

I slumped out of my desk and started putting away my things that were on the table attachment. During this, I tried to think of what I was going to say when I went over to him. I almost decided on either trying to make a truce or just acting like he didn’t exist.

He was slouched in his desk, pencil in hand, avoiding eye contact with me. As I sat down my stuff on an empty desk near him, his words startled me. “So, 50/50?”

I just stared at him. For some reason, my brain could not process what Adam had just said. It took a solid four seconds for me to respond. “I don’t understand.”

Adam’s eyebrows rose while his eyes rolled, “Of course you don’t.”

I scoffed, “What, you’re just gonna say some numbers and you think I’m gonna understand what you’re trying to say?”

He was leaning forward in his desk now, “Well you seemed to be doing well in calculus, so, yes.” A small, mocking smile was now gracing his face. 

I took in a deep breath to try and refrain from spewing whatever profanities came to mind. “Look, can we just set aside whatever this is so we can do this project?” He crossed his arms in response. “C’mon, I can’t afford to get a bad grade.” Still no response. If his goal was to ruin my life, he sure was on the right path. 

“What do I get out of it?”

The audacity.

“I’m just saying. I’ll be fine with one bad grade, so what exactly is the payoff for tolerating...you?”

So there was a shiny glimmer of hope, but it would definitely come at a cost. “Anything. Anything you want. Just please, tolerate me.”

He brought a hand to his chin, acting like he was pondering his choice, “but will it really be anything?”

“Oh my god, you are so annoying.”

“Watch it.” His voice was stern.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. But yes, anything. You name it.”

Did he even know what he wanted? Or was he just trying to play this out? Either way, I’m about to have a conniption if we don’t start working on this project soon.

We sat in silence for what felt like forever. Of course, Adam had to change his thinking position almost every second, until he decided on what he wanted. “Okay, here’s the deal. I help you get your precious little A, and you have to get me a date with Charlie.”

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

[typhoidmeri]

so give me coffee and tv

“You could always run away with me,” Abe says. He’s squinting at her as he cleans the spotless lenses of his glasses. “Be my muse, my ingenue, hmmm?”

“As nice as the offer is imma say no, old man.”

“You wound me, my dear. Did I ever mention how great a breakfast I make?”

“An almond croissant stolen under the Grape Ape Duo’s noses does not a breakfast make.”

“I believe it is what you Americans call a continental breakfast. And it is not theft. Our dear Clinton owes me.”

“And Kate?” Darcy asks. Tearing the croissant in to pieces she glances over towards the counter. Clint is balancing a cup on a fingertip while Kate is dealing with a customer. The customer must be being an asshole for the smile on Kate’s face is beginning to crack around the edges.

“That, my darling Darcy, is a secret well kept,” Abe says tapping the side of head. “Perhaps you are only immune to my charms because your heart belongs to another, hmmm?”

Abe tilts his head towards the door of the coffee shop as the bell tinkles merrily as Steve pushes it open and ushers his daughter Penelope in. The little girl bustles in as far as Luca’s bed on the floor along the wall beside the weirdly old fashioned heater.

Steve smiles and scans the coffee shop, his eyes stopping on Darcy. She’s too far across the room to see the sparkle in his blue eyes but the smile on his lips stretches wider in his stupidly handsome bearded face. A ripple of heat rises in Darcy’s cheeks and her belly gives an unsolicited flip as she raises her hand in an awkward wave. “I don’t know what the flux you are talking about.”

“Neither does he. Not yet anyway.”

…..

“I hate you,” Darcy hisses to Steve as Pen runs off to her room for a hairbrush and sparkly hair clips.

“What did I do?” Steve asks innocently.

“A little warning about the honey badgers at the school gate.”

“Er,” Steve murmurs hands flailing until he settles them in his hips.

“What happened?”

“Besides the catty remarks about me being your fuc....functioning toy/nanny?” Darcy says smiling brightly as Pen clatters down the hall.

“What!?”

“Don’t worry I told them you were just having a midlife crisis,” she says.

“I...what? I’m only thirty-two. That’s not middle aged!”

“That’s the bit that sticks with you? Not the bit where the school moms practically murdered me for daring to pick up your kid?”

“Okay, Darcy, I got the stuff to make your hair pretty,” Pen shouts.

“One minute, Pen.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Darc, I didn’t really think.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t say anything. Really I was too afraid they would take me down like an injured gazelle at the watering hole. Dude, they must try to eat you alive.”

“You have no idea.....do you really think I look middle aged?”

“You’re fine, Steve. You’re still hot. DILF status affirmed.”

“Daddy, what’s a diff?”

“Er, a difference of opinion,” Steve says after several heartbeats.

“Grownups talk weird,” Pen grumbles, wrinkling her button nose.

….

“Look, Abe, I got Star of the Week,” Penelope shouts, weaving through the tables of the coffee shop. She barely stops herself from tripping over Luca, Abe’s little French Bulldog as she waves a certificate in Abraham’s face. Steve winces as he closes the door behind him a bemused smile on his face as his daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Star of the Week, hmmm? Let me see, little miss Pen,” Abe says. He plucks the paper from Penelope’s hand and adjusts the glasses perched on his nose. “This certificate here says one Penelope Rogers is Star of the Week.”

“That’s me,” Pen says. Pointing at her chest where a shiny red star sticker sits beside a splash of green paint.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup, it’s me. Daddy says we can have pizza for dinner to celebrate.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“You know what I hear goes best before pizza?” Erskein asks patting down the pockets of his vintage tweed jacket.

“Daddy says it’s salad,” Pen says wrinkling her nose. The girl drops down to her knees to give Luca a hug and scritches behind his ears. The little dog wiggles his rump and gives Penelope a slobbery kiss.

“Ice cream,” Abe says, pulling a wallet from his breast pocket.

“I love ice cream.”

“As you should. Do you know who else loves ice cream?”

“Everyone but Sam. Sam’s got lack toes and isn’t supposed to have cow’s milk. Not even macaroni cheese.”

“I was thinking Miss Darcy might like an ice cream too.”

“Oh, yes. Imma go ask Darcy right now,” Pen blurts out. With a little giggle the girl skips across the cafe to where Darcy is enthroned on her favourite corner table. A pen between her plush pink lips and another tucked into a messy bun.

Steve sighs, watching his daughter launch herself at Darcy. “I know what you’re doing, old man.”

“I’m not up to anything, Steven, I’m just treating my goddaughter to a treat.” Abe stuffs a folded bill into Steve’s hand with a fond pat. “Now off with you. I have a cafe to run and you have ice cream to get with Miss Penelope and the girl of your not so innocent dreams,” Abraham says with a sly smile and the snap of a newspaper.

“Abe.”

“Hurry now. Out of my hair before I decide to seduce the girl myself.”

…..

“Are you busy Friday night,” Steve asks as he wipes down the spotless counter in the shop.

“Ha,” Darcy snorts, “that’s cute you think I have a life beyond studying and staring at bits of code. What time?”

“Seven, seven thirty?”

“No problem.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Why?” Darcy asks, wrinkling her nose in confusion. Her place was only two long and three short blocks away.

“To go out?”

“No, I get that you’re going out. I’m not far away. I’ll just walk over to yours to watch Pen.”

“Pen won’t be there. She’s staying at Ma’s Friday night.”

“Then why do you need me to babysit?”

“Because I’m not asking you to babysit. I’m asking you out,” Steve says. He nervously runs a hand through his hair.

“Oh..”

“On a date.”

“Oh...”

“You wanna buy a consonant?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“You...you’re asking me out on a date. A date date?”

“Yes, I did.”

“You want...”

“To take you out to dinner. Yes.”

“Yes,” Darcy says. A slow smile spreads across Steve’s face and a storm of butterflies swarm in her belly and a flush of warmth ripples down her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

...

Happy birthday, @aenariasbookshelf

This little stitched together ficlet took a year to get posted. There is more in my head, but words are hard to line up when you brain refuses to play ball. Title from ‘coffee & tv’ by blur. I’ll pop the ficlet up on ao3 tomorrow when I might be more awake. I hope.

[goldenhypen]

yes thank you for not adding to the trauma </3 tbh i'm planning to take a break after finishing two of my works, it's unhealthy how much i think about tumblr and how much importance i give it. also i've been good !! study pressure is less so i'm writing everyday, albeit it wouldn't last long bc i have ap classes staring from august. and pls you've been thinking ab me 😭 idk what i did to make you think of me but thank u i guess. you're so right, the telepathy here is >>

oh completely understandable 😭✋🏻 the amount of time i not only spend on tumblr but also think about tumblr is so unhealthy 😭 i def rec taking a break. it rlly helps 😭 even if it’a just coming onto tumblr a little less every day helps a ton. and you deserve a break for sure <333 omg school again already ??? 😭 good luck with all of it <333 also i’m not sure either tbh sksjsjsj ig i was just thinking about my moots and everything and how i felt guilty for going mia so suddenly and how much i missed y’all honestly 😭 but yes, the telepathy we have is just on point 🤩

[leam1983]

On Continuity Arcs

January 6th, COVID-19, Trump, Boris Johnson acting like an idiot and finally getting his comeuppance, Shinzo Abe's assassination, Jeff Bezos outpacing Musk and Musk having increasingly stupid ideas as a means to forward his brand's omnipresence, including but not limited to naming a kid after a Buffer Stack Overflow bug and having secret twins with a Neuralink exec, Ukraine's invasion and Putin's devolving day after day into a slightly more credible hypothetical peer of Austin Powers' Doctor Evil...

Man. Whoever's the showrunner for the 2020s, their writers need to take a fucking chill pill. I think we're due a few episodes focusing on human warmth and general kindness, now. Or more than a few.

Edit: Oh, and how could I forget the crypto rush. Man, was there ever a worse time to be a financial advisor... Imagine being near your retirement, in your mid-sixties, having spent decades handling traditional portfolios with various risk factors - and one of your younger clients just suddenly info-dumps on Yacht Club, Bored Ape, rug pulls and "whale" wallets...

I think I would've popped an aneurysm or just called it quits right then and there.

[sharperthewriter]

K-P-1-8 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(March 6, 2007, 2:05pm, 5 days before Kim's 18th Birthday)

The sign on the Middleton High Readerboard said “Spring Break Next Week: Please Don't Get Arrested”.

Kim came up to Monique's locker while the transition to 6th period was going on. Kim was in her pink t-shirt with her baggy Club Banana dark denim overalls with the left strap hooked and right strap undone and red sneakers. As per the Middleton High dress code, however, Kim tucked in the undone strap to her overalls so that it would not poke someone's eye out. Monique went with a blue croptop and, like Kim, also went with the CB Dark Denim Baggy Overalls, but decided to go with the bib-down-but straps hooked route with a CB belt to hold them up and brown boots.

“Monique! I got great news!” Kim exclaimed.

“Spill, Kim! But you got only 60 seconds to do it!” Monique said, pointing to the clock.

“Okay, for my birthday that is coming up, I would suggest that we should hold a slumber party that weekend!” Kim explained her plan.

“Girl, that is totally ab-fab!” Monique exclaimed with a shrill cry for joy, “But is it going to be just us two?” “Nah, I've already talked with Tara, Jess, and Crystal and they're in as well!” Kim said, “Zita is still up in the air though. Said she got some big Everlot video game tournament going on that weekend. I'll hear back from her after cheer practice.”

“Sounds like a good plan, girl!” Monique said before hearing the bell ring. “We gotta get to AP European History before Barkin catches us playing hooky again!”

Kim nodded her head and both she and Monique headed off to class.

(4:49pm)

Kim exited the gym after cheer practice with Jessica and Tara right behind her. Tara wore her varsity jacket over her CB Denim Jumpsuit. She unbuttoned the top three buttons to reveal an Oh Boyz t-shirt. Tara accessorized the outfit with giant gold hoop earrings and two gold CB bracelets on her right hand. Jessica was, like Kim, wearing her Club Banana dark denim overalls but she wore them in the style of Rachelle Greenwood from Pals in which she undid both straps with the bib flopping. The buckles to the undone straps were constantly clinking behind her back. But unlike Bonnie, who normally wore hers in that manner, she did not show off her undergarments. She had a CB belt worn at the waist to prevent her parents from grounding her if she did that. She topped the  90s-like outfit with her orange long-sleeve shirt and red sneakers.

“So what time do you think we should be at your house for Friday, Kim?” Jessica asked.

“I think around 7:00 would be the perfect time.” Kim replied. “But, again, gotta get that permish from the 'rents to have more than 4 friends in the house.” “That's always important.” Tara added. “My parents were very picky about it as well.” “But what's next on the list?” Tara then asked.

“Let's see, there's the food and the cake as well.” Kim said, digging her hands into her overalls pockets.“

Jessica replied, “I think me and Tara can stop by M-Mart for some chips, nuts, a lot of candy....” “Just be sure to get the candy away from the Tweebs.” Kim suggested, “You do NOT want to know what happened on my birthday last year!”

(flashbacks to last March 11, 2006)

The Tweebs were on a sugar high, flying their jet packs throughout Middleton! They also were reading off of Kim's diary.

“Come back here you two!!” Kim exclaimed in anger as she and both the DrsP squared gave chase on their minivan.

_____________________________________________________________________________

“It took us an hour to get that diary back from those two...” she muttered. “Good thing that they are going to some sleepover over at their friends' house across the street.”

Jessica said with confidence. “Don't worry. It's gonna be just us girls over at your house this weekend.” “What about the guys?” Tara asked.

“Ron told me that he, Felix, Jamarcus, and Jason are going to play video games.” Kim said, “Only thing is who's going to host the thing.” _____________________________________________________________________________ On the other side of the school, Ron and Jamarcus were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors with Felix and Jason looking on. Ron had won two rounds while Jamarcus has also won two rounds in the best-of-five series.  Rufus served as the referee for the game.

“Okay, whomever wins this round will host the Zombie Mayhem tournament while the loser will have to chug a two-liter Diet Smarty-Mart cola bottle!” Ron replied.

“You're on, Stoppable!” Jamarcus grinned.

The two football team-mates both chanted at the same time.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors....Go!” Rufus squeaked in as well. Ron extended his hand for a paper motion and Jamarcus fashioned his hands for scissors.

“Scissors won, which means I won!” the star Mad Dog wide receiver chuckled.

“It's official!” Felix decreed. “We're going to have the Zombie Mayhem tournament at Jamarcus' house!”

“Good game, Jamarcus!” Ron replied, complimenting on his team-mate's victory.

“And you're just in luck, Felix.” Jamarcus added, “I recently bought the Z-Boy 2 and all four Zombie Mayhem games should be compatible with it!” “Boo- yah!” Ron exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. “I'll bring my controller along!” ______________________________________________________________________________

“I think the guys will have a good time.” Kim laughed.

“Yeah, it's a nice slight change of pace from the original dinner-and-a-movie date night with our respective Bfs.” Jessica agreed.

“It is.” Kim admitted, “Though I do hope Ron has a good birthday gift in store for me on the 11th.”

“Lemme guess...he gave you a bad gift last year?”  Tara asked.

“Ding-ding! You guessed right, Tara.” Kim sighed. “In addition to a Bueno Nacho Bueno Bucks book, he gave me a nose hair clipper.” “Ewww....” Jess replied with disgust.

“I so don't wanna know!” Tara agreed.

“Exactly on the gorch factor!” Kim said, “That's why I asked Ron earlier today to step up his A-game in gift-giving for me now that we are a couple.” “And how did he react?” Jessica asked.

“He said that he's all for it!” Kim replied, “We'll have to wait and see, though.”

[leossmoonn]

chemistry part nine

part eight | part ten | masterlist

zuko x fem!reader

avatar: the last airbender

includes - you, zuko, suki, katara, toph, sokka, and aang

special appearances by - iroh and azula

————

“hey, y/n!” 

you looked up, smiling immediately once seeing zuko walking towards you. you gave him a small wave, not wanting to make lots of noise in the library. zuko walked over towards you and took a seat next to you.

“hi,” you smiled. “you didn’t have to come over here and uh, you know, do an un-scheduled tutoring session.”

“no, no it’s okay. plus, this is more like a, um, study date,” zuko said, putting more stress on the last word.

your eyes went a little wide, but your smile got bigger. “right, yeah, that’s cool.”

zuko smiled with you. “yeah... so uh, what’re you working on?”

“just some good ‘ol chem,” you said. 

“oh, nice. what else have you done?” he asked. 

“well, i did an hour of psych. two hours of AP lit and english, like 45 mins of history- history is easy, and now i’m doing chem. after them i’m gonna do math,” you explained. 

“wow, sounds like you’re set for almost everything,” zuko said. 

“yeah,” you sighed. “i’ve been here for like, 5 hours. i can not wait until christmas break!” you exclaimed. 

“me, neither. so, what are you working on for chem?” zuko asked. 

“just reviewing. i actually understand all this stuff, thanks to you,” you chuckled.

“it’s not a problem. i’m glad you understand more. makes me look like a good teacher,” zuko said. 

“trust me, you are,” you chuckled. 

“i brought some stuff for me to work on, too. i have this essay outline to do,” zuko said, pulling out his laptop. “oh, and i brought snacks.”

your eyes widened and you turned to him. “snacks? oh, my god. you are THE BEST. ugh, i love you.”

zuko went silent immediately. you looked at him with confusion, but soon realized that what you said was what made him quiet. you both started blushing profusely, avoiding eye contact with each other. you even went as far as to scoot your chair away from him a little. 

zuko had to bite back a smile after repeating your words in his head. he went to get the couple bags of chips and candy bars he brought and putting them onto the table. 

you both reached for a bag of Lays, both of you pulling your hands away. 

“sorry, go ahead,” you mumbled, grabbing a Snickers bar. 

“oh, are you sure?” zuko asked. 

“yeah,” you nodded, not wanting to look at him, knowing your face would just end up more red than it already was. 

“alright,” he said. 

you hummed, getting back to studying. you two studied in silence for about an hour before you let out a long, distressed sigh. 

“what’s wrong?” zuko asked. 

“i’m just really tired and hungry for real food. god, it’s already like, 6,” you groaned, putting your hand in your hair, pulling slightly.

“are you good at math?” zuko asked.

you looked at him for the first time since he got here. you had actually missed looking at him. he was so easy on the eyes.

“yeah, actually. why?” you asked. 

“well, why don’t we get dinner and go back to your place. you can rest for the day, then start back up tomorrow.” zuko suggested. 

you smiled and nodded, “yes! oh, that is a great idea!”

“great!” zuko smiled. “where do you want to go?” 

“um well, i don’t want fast food. maybe like, the middle ring?” you asked. 

“yeah, that sounds good,” zuko said. 

“awesome! well uh, i kind of walked here, so do you mind if you drive us?” you asked. 

“no problem,” zuko said. 

“great, thanks,” you said. you both packed your stuff, going out of the library and to zuko’s car. you set your things in the backseat, going to the passenger’s. you sat down, buckling yourself in.

“so, you walked here?” zuko asked, pulling out of the parking lot. 

“yeah. i like to go on walks in the mornings, when i can. the library is about a mile away from my apartment, so i take advantage of it a lot,” you answered. 

“nice. sounds fun. i like working out, too,” zuko said. 

“it is. i like the fresh air, especially with the crisp air that the morning brings. i wouldn’t call it working out, though,” you shrugged. 

“what would you call it then?” zuko looked at you, brows raised. 

“um... a relaxing time alone?” you giggled. “i guess it is working out.”

zuko smiled at your laugh, the sound making his heart flutter. 

“so, you said you like working out, too. what do you do?” you asked. your eyes couldn’t help but travel from his face to his bicep. he had a fair amount of muscle there, which led you to believe he worked out a lot, and to that he also probably had abs. it gave you butterflies just by thinking about it.

“uh, i go to the gym. run, lift weights, all that good stuff. i did track and basketball in high school, so i try to keep up the work and stuff,” zuko said.

“wow, you’re a real athlete, huh?’ you teased.

“kind of, i guess,” zuko blushed. 

you smiled shyly as you notice zuko’s cheeks glowing pink. he parked the car and you two got out of the car.

“table for two please,” zuko said to the waiter who came up to you after you entered the restaurant. 

the waiter nodded, leading you to your seats. you sat down, grabbing a menu that was on the table. 

“do you guys want to get started with drinks?” the waiter asked. 

“sure. i’ll take some tea, please,” you ordered. 

“alright. and for you, sir?” 

“i’ll take some tea, too,” zuko said. “alright, i’ll be back with your drinks,” the waiter said and walked off. 

“what are you thinking of getting?” zuko asked. 

“um, i was thinking some bean-curd puffs for an appetizer that we could share, and some dao bao dumplings and, oh! some egg custard tarts. ugh, they are so good!” you exclaimed. (a/n - no but fr egg custard tarts are *chef’s kiss* a delight)

zuko smiled at your enthusiasm. “i love egg custard tarts, too.”

“you have the best taste. so, what are you getting?” you asked. 

“um, i want some of noodle soup and unfried dough,” zuko said. 

“hm, yum. do you want to share the bean-curd puffs?” you asked. 

“yeah, sure,” zuko nodded. 

your waiter came back, setting your tea down. 

“do you guys know what you want?” he asked. 

“yep,” zuko nodded. “i’ll take the noodle soup and unfried dough, please.”

the waiter nodded and looked to you. “and for the pretty lady.”

zuko’s eyes widened as the waiter took your order. you didn’t notice, but zuko was glaring at the waiter, clenching his jaw. he didn’t like the thought of other guys calling you pretty. 

“alright, well, i’ll get your food out soon,” the waiter smiled at you. 

you smiled back and the waiter walked away. zuko glared at the waiter’s retreating figure. you did notice this time, smiling a little. 

“zuko?”

your voice made zuko look away from the waiter, and to you. 

“yeah?”

“why were you glaring at the waiter?” you asked. 

“oh. no reason,” zuko shrugged, looking down at his tea. 

you smiled, “you sure? you looked a little, uh, jealous.” you sipped your tea.

“i’m not jealous,” zuko muttered. 

“you sure?” you giggled. 

zuko looked at you, the tips of his ears going pink. “i... yeah, maybe i’m a little jealous,” he admitted. he sipped his tea to try and hide his embarrassment. 

“why?” you genuinely asked. 

“oh um... he called you pretty,” zuko shrugged. 

you smirked. “what do you mean? other guys can’t call me pretty?”

zuko’s eyes widened. “no! i, uh... well-”

“i’m kidding, zuko,” you chuckled. 

“oh,” zuko laughed a little. “well um, yes you are pretty, but...”

your eyes widened a little. you were taken quite aback. you opened your mouth to say something, but your throat went dry and your mind went blank. 

“what?” zuko asked. now it was his turn to tease. 

you swallowed hard, taking a sip of your tea. “i just um... you think i am?” you looked right at him, with big, innocent eyes. 

zuko looked back into your eyes, nodding slowly. “yeah, i do.”

your lips upturned into a smile quickly, grinning from ear-to-ear. you looked down shyly at the table, your eyes flicking up to zuko’s. 

zuko could’t help but admire you as you looked up at him through your lashes. you really were pretty. he thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, actually. 

“thank you,” you said, shifting in your seat. 

“you’re welcome,” he said, giving you a big smile.

the waiter came back with a huge tray of food. 

you did a little happy dance and clapped a little. zuko chuckled at your response, thinking it was cute. 

“enjoy your food. make sure to check your napkin,” the waiter winked at you. 

you furrowed your brows, lifting up the napkin that the waiter gave you. your eyes widened and you awkwardly chuckled. 

it read: My name is Hao. Here’s my number: ***-***-****

“i have a boyfriend,” you said, handing hao the napkin. 

“oh, who?” hao asked. 

you put your hand on zuko’s, who was gripping the table hard. you could see his knuckles turning white. you hoped your touch would relax him.

“this is my boyfriend, zuko,” you smiled. 

zuko’s hand relaxed instantly at your touch, to you delight, but also your words. he looked at you, slightly confused. you looked at him, silently begging him to play along. zuko got the hint and interlocked your fingers, smiling at hao. 

“yeah, i am. i’d appreciate it if you didn’t hit on my girlfriend,” zuko said sternly, smiling politely at hao. 

your heart fluttered as he called you his girlfriend. even though this was just for right now, you hoped that your relationship would eventually take a romantic turn. 

hao looked between you and zuko, taking the napkin from your hands. “sorry. enjoy your food.”

“thanks,” you smiled. once hao left, you turned to zuko, smiling. 

“thank you,” you said to zuko. 

“of course. that was smart.saying we were dating,” zuko said. 

“i know, i’m a fast-thinker,” you chuckled.

your eyes wandered to your hands, which were still interlocked. you pulled your hand away, but zuko grabbed your hand and pulled it back gently. 

your eyes snapped up to his, asking for an answer. 

“i just um... your hands fit with mine nicely,” zuko caught awkwardly. 

you grinned, “yeah, i agree.”

you two ate in silence, your hands staying interlocked the whole time. a different waiter gave you your bill, to which you pulled back your hand, taking out your wallet. 

“here, oh-” zuko cut himself off, seeing you with your credit card out, him doing the same. 

“oh, um. split the bill?” you asked. 

“no, no, let me pay. i was the one who suggested going out,” zuko said. 

“i... no i insist. it was a lot of food, let me pay, too,” you said. 

“no, i insist,” zuko said. 

you looked at him, smiling and putting away your card. “alright. well, next time we go out, i’ll pay.”

zuko nodded and smiled, “deal.” he handed the waiter his credit card. the waiter scanned his card and had him sign the bill, then you two were good to go. 

you two left and went to his car. you checked the time. it was 8:30. 

“do you um... do you want to go to my place and hang out a little? or are you tired?” you asked. 

“i can hang out. if you want me too,” zuko said. 

you smiled, “yeah, sure. we can watch a movie or something.”

zuko nodded, “alright. let’s go to your place, then.”

“great,” you said. 

as zuko drove you to your apartment, you put your hand on his, which was resting on the gear gift. zuko smiled widely, liking how close you to have become. zuko arrived at your apartment. you two went inside, both stunned to see the rest of your friends. 

“hey, guys,” you said shyly.

they all looked up at you two with big smiles. 

“so, are you two dating yet?” sokka asked. 

your eyes widened. “sokka, shut up!”

“why don’t we give them some alone time, alright?” suki asked, standing up from the couch. 

“yeah, good idea,” katara smiled. 

katara and suki led their boyfriends to their rooms, leaving the living room to you and zuko. 

“um,” you laughed nervously. “make yourself at home.”

zuko nodded and took off his shoes. he went on the love seat that suki and sokka usually sat on. you went over and grabbed the remote, then sitting next to zuko. 

“what’re you in the mood for?” you asked, turning on the tv. 

“um, anything,” zuko shrugged. 

“alright. wanna watch Dumbo?” you asked. “sure,” zuko smiled. 

“can you get a blanket? i’m cold,” you said. zuko nodded, reaching over to the big couch and grabbing a blanket. he draped it over you two, cuddling up with you. 

you started the movie, putting your head on his shoulder and pressing yourself more against him. zuko silently put him arm around you, settling his hand on your thigh. your heart raced and your body started to get warm and sweat. you’d never been this close to him, but you couldn’t deny, you loved the close contact. 

halfway into the movie, you two had managed to fall asleep. you both were positioned to where you were basically in his lap, curled against his chest, and zuko had his arms around you, holding you close and his head resting on yours. 

luckily, katara and aang went outside her room to get some food, when they both noticed you. katara and aang squealed quietly. aang took out his phone quickly, taking a picture, while katara took out her phone and went onto twitter.

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