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mariahthelioness29 · 4 years

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You Can Stop...or Not

Paring: retired! Steve Rogers x Black! reader

WC: 3.2k

Warning: Absolute filth, mi gente, mention of alcohol, SMUT, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you let .... tap in ), medium rough sex, recording sex and photo taking. spanking, facial.

So the inspiration came around thanks to this post Thanks to @blackmissfrizzle @rasberrylemon for encouraging me and @saint-bvcky for being my enabler.

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You are at the edge of the pool, taking in the scenery. The pool blends with the vast ocean in front of you.

It is a beautiful scene, vast blue ocean with islands scattered here and there and the silhouette of mountains far away.

I’m still in love with you playing on the speakers. You sway to the rhythm.

“ I’m still in love with you booyyy”, you slurred. That wine is getting you now and you want your Stevie here with you but Stevie was not here yet, he was taking pictures of the local market for some fancy magazine about islands.

Who would’ve thought Steve Rogers as a photographer, art curator, art director ?

You smile reminiscing his first exposition, which was you and the clients of Jurnee’s beauty salon.

You and the journey of taking your braids off and giving care to your natural hair, with his Kodak Duex camera and with other cameras. Art circles and artsy people made a new meaning and something revolutionary out of it ,just as the shock of Viola Davis, taking her wig off in How to Get Away with Murder.

You laughed remembering, cause he did it out of absolute boredom when your friend, hairdresser Jurnee was taking care of your hair.

He was intrigued, you told him it will be a long time and process. Being the stubborn mule he is, he insisted on going with you. Only to be in shock how much time it takes and the procedure. His mouth was agape, when he heard Jurnee telling a woman, how much it was for her microbraids.

You never heard a group of Black women laugh that much at an expression. Steve Rogers, ex-Captain America, fought purple aliens, dropped from skyscrapers yet he is shocked at the price of microbraids.

You are a little tipsy so you step out of the pool, dry yourself and wrap your hair in the towel, like a headwrap. Dancing to your vacay playlist.

“Shake dat ting miss, Cana, Cana

Shake dat ting miss, Annabella

Shake dat ting yow, Donna Donna

Jodi and Rebecca

Woman, get busy

Jus shake dat booty non-stop”, blasted the speakers.

When you heard one of your favorite songs, You just had to get on your fours on the lounge chair and start throwing ass in a circle.

What you did not know is that a very sneaky, quiet Steve was there with his phone, recording.

Steve just sighs in content, seeing you relax, happy.

He takes his shirt off, just dropping on the floor.

He sees the bottle of wine that has gone down quite a bit. He chuckles in silent at that.

You are swaying your hips to the rhythm of those songs you love so much, oh but then you go on all fours and start moving your ass. He has an idea. He takes his phone and starts recording you. He does his best to be quiet, so that you don’t shy away.

After, coming back from the past, realizing that even going back in time cannot fulfill or make the what ifs come true. He came back but he still had a void. Sam and Bucky tagged him along to various social causes and projects to help the community and it satisfied him but still he needed the warmth of companionship.

One day he goes day drinking, just cause. He is retired and he can do whatever he wants.

You were the bartender and you clicked instantly . Your warm smile, the gold clips in your braids, your vibrant attitude. He felt something stirring in him.

He never exposed his layers to someone so deep and so fast. Maybe it was you and the Asgardian mead.

The rest is history. You have been inseparable since then.

“ Oh, what a sight for sore eyes, indeed ”, Steve sigh

You gasped, and stood up in a flash. When you turn around it was Steve

You let a breath out in relief.

“ Stevieeee”, you whine

“You have to stop scaring me like that” , you pout.

“Aww, I’m sorry, doll. Keep doing what you were doing, honey pie, you’re so beautiful”, Steve smiled again, while picking up the phone again. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up but you do as told.

You get on all fours and start to throw your ass in a circle, you turn your head, seeing Steve in trance with how your ass jiggles. You turn around and bite your lip when you see that big tent in his pants forming.

Steve, on other hand, is totally forgetting how to breathe. You always leave him breathless with everything you do.

He loves this, that he only gets to see this part of you.

The way your white thong brings out your skin, the way you are moving sends shivers to all his body. You turn around and smile. He smiles back at you.

“ Come here, stop recording”, you faux chide him. Steve stopped the recording and put the phone in his pocket.

or… not”, You tell him, you wink at him.

He feels his breath hitch.

“ You sure, doll ?”, Steve breathes out, narrowing his eyes.

You love it, when he is so full of desire, the Brooklyn accent comes to the light.

“Let’s make a movie, daddy, not a silent one, full of color”. You smile biting your lip, you walk to him. You turn around and you beckon him with your finger.

He darts his way to you and grabs you, flush to him and kisses you.

It is passionate, fierce but slow and cadent. You feel all of him and he feels all of you.

You break up the kiss after a while. You are closed but you smile to his lips.

“ Your phone”, you point to his pocket. He takes it out and hands it to you.

You embrace him with his phone on your hand. You stretch your arm to the side , so you can record him kissing you and press record.

The glint in your eyes, let him know you are recording. You kiss all tongue, slowly, putting on a show for the camera. He nuzzles your cheek ,then he starts peppering your jaw with kisses. He dives in the crook of your neck and kisses , suckles and licks your pulse point.

You hiss and sigh with small whimpers concentrating that you don’t drop the phone.

“C’mon baby, you told me is not going to be a silent movie”, Steve reminds you.

With that he takes the phone away from your hands.

He makes you lay and spread your legs. He curls his finger and takes your thong off and throws it on the ground.

You talk a big game but when he makes you spread your legs, you still feel heated under his stare. He kisses your cheek.

You’re breathing is ragged.

He records how your center flutters around nothing, how you are glistened and glazed like an overflowing honey pot.

“Look at all that”, he says in awe.

“Fuck, all for me, baby”, he asks you looking at you

“ Yes, Stevie, all for you”, you nod, biting your lip.

He keeps recording how he slips a finger in you and withdraws it slowly and enters two fingers.

“Stevie”, you breath

“Hmm”, he just hums when you are moaning.

He withdraws the two fingers and pushes in three fingers.

“Daddy, please-, your moans die in your tongue. Steve is entranced seeing the recording and biting his lip.

Your eyes are rolled in that back of your head and your mouth agape. You are moving your hips up You whimper when he fingers you faster and faster.

He hiss with you.

He angles the phone to your face to record how your face contorted in pleasure.

You look so fucked out and he has barely begun. You whine when you feel his fingers slipping out of you.

“ Daddy”, you whine.

He licks his fingers, eyes closed, savoring you off his finger.

“So good” , he slurred

You just look at him, salivating.

“ I’m not done, doll, I am going to taste you”, he rasped

He hands you the phone. You change the camera so that it is recording him now. He blows a kiss to the camera and goes down.

You jolt and moan with the phone in hand. You grabbed the phone steady and he starts eating you like a starved man

“Yes, Stevie, make me cum like that”, you cry out and you push your center to his face.

His face flush against your center. His arms looped around your thighs. He looks at the camera, while giving fast tongue flicks on your clit.

“Ahh, fuck”, escapes you with high pitched sounds. You are squirming but he puts in your place. He enters his fingers in you again and you go cross eyed and almost drop the phone.

“ If you drop it, I won’t let you come all night, understood ”, he reprimands you.

You nod furiously.

He goes back to business, you are a moaning mess.

He sucks on your clit and slips his fingers in and out fast against that spot. Your thighs are shaking.

“Daddy, Stevie”- you shrill.

Everything is heightened, his lips on you and his beard tickling your inner thighs

You shriek, “Stevie!!” along with a deafening moan as you cum.

Steve eyes twinkle in the camera. It is the excitement he feels, because he makes you feel like this along with your taste. He flat his tongue, receiving everything you have to offer. He makes out with your pussy. You cry at the sensitivity. He smirks and then stands up.

He takes the phone from your hands, he saves the recording and then kisses you.

You both moan in the kiss, sharing the taste of you.

He breaks the kiss and grabs the upper cushion of the lounge chair.

He drops it on the floor.

You get the clue and you drop on your knees on the cushion. He presses record again.

“Take it out, honey”

You do it and it pops out of his shorts.

You love it. It is as pretty as him. Slightly curved, long and thick, head glistening with pre-cum.

You lick the throbbing vein on the underside, while looking him dead in the eye.

He exhales “ damn, doll”, with his eyes fluttering.

Little by little, you put his dick deeper in your mouth until you feel him tickling the back of your throat. He grunts “fuck”, when you cough, taking your head back. His dick is wet and glistening from your spit.

He is moaning, his hand a little bit shaky, holding the camera.

He guides your head up and down on his length.

“You like that honey pie, taking all of me?”, he croaks

You look up to the camera and your eyes smile while your mouth is full of dick.

He is a moaning mess, cursing and and his eyes close a little.

Your saliva coats your chin and the corner of your lips. You are teary eyed.

You jerk him and suck him. You gaped out of breath, you smiled at the camera, while jerking him off.

“ You like that, daddy ?”, you ask with faux innocence.

“You know, I do, honey pie”. He breathes out.

“Daddy, you are going to split me open with this” and you jerk him faster.

“ Yes, baby, I want to so much,” he croaks

You go for his balls and tug them and you flick your tongue on them.

He groans, “y/n, baby”.

You just keep doing it, while you keep seeing his mouth open, strangled moans coming out him.

“ Y-”, he can’t even form a coherent sentence. He just groans and bite his lip.

You are just bobbing your head up and down. Every now and then you lick the tip.

“Baby, if you keep doing that, I am going to cum, he rushes in a whisper

You stop and he stops recording, saving the recording.

He exhales a breath, and traces your lips with his thumb.

“You and that mouth”, he shakes his head grinning.

“ I love sucking you off, daddy”, you look up at him grinning too.

You suck his thumb and then stand up. He takes your hand in his, turns you around and spanks you hard.

You yelp, surprised by the slap on your ass cheek. It stings so good so you moan out.

He lands on his knees on the lounge chair. You sit in front of him. He brings you flush to him. He hands you the phone. You know what to do.

You start the camera, press record.

He is breathing you in. He starts kissing the back of your neck and nipping your earlobe.

His chest against your back. He snatches your biking top of you and starts jiggling your breast playfully. You both laugh at the camera. He kisses your cheek. You feel his beard tickling your cheek.

He caresses your perky nipples with his thumbs, putting a little pressure on them.

You sigh and your head falls on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering, you are still holding the phone. He says to your ear “ I love you”, honesty dropping in every word, while squeezing your breast. You put your hand on top of his and you say “I love you, too”.

“ Ass up, face down, doll”, he orders using his Captain voice.

Here I thought you loved me, hmm, you say with faux disappointment.

He laughs “ I love you so much, but let me show you how much with my body”. With that you stop the recording and save it.

You hand him the phone.

You are ass up and face down. He enters you while filming.

“Damn”, you groan. Your walls still need to adjust to him after all this time.

He breathes heavily.

Wine slow was playing on the speakers

“ I love it when you shake it, baby, you have the prettiest ass, show me how much you want my dick doll” , he grits out filming you and the scenery in front of you.

You shake your ass, almost pulling him out of you and then you slam your ass flush against his hips. You are moaning incoherent sentences, while you were moving your ass to the rhythm of the song.

“Stevie, daddy, I feel in you in- you moan- in my stomach”, you croak.

He records it all, he encourages you “ That’s it, honey pie, I’m all yours use me baby and he spanks your cheek. You whine. He takes your hip in one hand and starts thrusting his hips with madness in you.

You open your mouth in a scream but nothing other than strangled noises comes out.

He spanks your ass again. He moans when your walls spam around him.

“ Let me hear you, sweetheart”, he pants.

He grunts and groans, seeing on the phone, how much you are creaming for him.

You are whimpering, feeling him in your guts. You feel your inside getting tight, squeezing him

He groans “Fuck is like vice ” ,he grunts.

“Daddy, I’m close-, you cried out.

He pulls out, you groan in frustration: “whyyyy!”

“Calm down, baby, my hand is just tired, let’s go to the room, I put this phone on the nightstand and fuck you proper”, he explains to you.

You stand fast and he just laughs and you laugh.

“Eager little thing”, he bops your nose and you cast your eyes down, smiling.

He brings your face up with his thumb and forefinger on your chin and gives pecks to your lips.

You walk to your room hand in hand naked, the phone in his hand.

He puts the horizontally on the nightstand against the lamp and with the volume key, he hits the record.

You are laying on the bed and you receive him in your arms. You spread your legs real wide for him. You both kiss until you are out of breath.

“ I love you”, he pants.

“I love you”, you repeat to him.

He folds you more when his knees meet the back of your thighs. Your legs are beside your ears.

He starts pounding into you without mercy. The room is filled with his pants and grunts along with your cries. The sound of skin against skin. “ You’re so deep, daddy”, you cry out eyes wide like you could not believe he is this deep.

“ Take it, doll, that’s..- fuck, ahh- that’s where I belong-hmmm- deep in you”, he gruffs.

He pistons his hips against yours, non-stop.

You can only fist the sheets and moan to the ceiling.

He look so hot like that, eyes full of love and lust with his hair hanging on front of him

He feels you squeezing on him and he lets out a long moan. He knows he will not last. He starts rubbing your clit fast.

“ You gasp and you start whining, “ Stevie, baby, just like that”, you croak.

You arch off the bed with a long moan, you drop your body back on the bed, you feel electricity from head to toe.

Steve pulls outs and straddles your torso.

You start encouraging him.

“ I am so dirty, daddy, I even let you film me daddy, you coo at him

He is just jerking himself fast. His eyes are almost black from the lust.

“ Paint my face with your cum, daddy, I needed” , your smile at him.

“Fuck, y/n, baby, fuck you are such a sight,” he pants.

You stuck your tongue out to him. He was done for.

He cums with a strangled mention of your name, and a long moan and groans.

You close your eyes, smiling spurts of warm cum, landing all over your face and mouth.

Steve mounts off your torso. He sits next to you. You sit up against the headboard.

“ Such a good girl”, he says in awe. He gets off the bed and goes to his bag. He takes his polaroid in his hand.

“Say cheese, honey pie,”

You smile big for him with your face full of his cum. The picture slides out of the polaroid camera. He puts it on the nightstand. He coos “ So pretty”, looking at the picture. He sits next to you on the bed.

He scoops his cum in his fingers and lets you suck it off his finger. He does that until there is no trace of cum on your face. He kisses you deep.

“ You think we did good enough for a porn”, you ask him.

“ I know we did, pornstars, it is their job, and they do a damn good job but we are different, It is love”, he assures you.

With that he stands up and he picks his phone and stops the recording and saves it.

“ You know, doll, I like this recording thing”, he says while wiggling the phone in his hands.

“I already know where I want to do it, next”, he smirks and winks at you.

“Oh..”, you blink your eyes in surprise with a hand on your chest.

“How about tomorrow in the deserted beach on the other side of town”, he smiles.

“ Loving on an island 2”, You say seductively.

You both laugh. He goes to the bed and lays scooting to you.

He lays his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair. Both sighing in content.

“You know, we have our clothes outside”, you remind Steve

“ I’ll pick them up later”

This is his life right now, enjoying the world he was once denied along with you and his friends. There is only the present and he will enjoy it.

#steve x reader #steve x black!reader #chris evans #captain america #retired steve

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hajimewhore · 3 years

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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 1.6k words ➷Humor, fluff, awkwardness ofc ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2

Thankfully, Hajime’s parents had busied themselves in the morning. Probably out grocery shopping, he’d mentioned off hand.

With Hajime the one blindfolding you now, you can finally place yourself in his shoes, an uneasy humiliation enveloping your bones.

“We can’t exactly dress each other everyday for school, can we?”

You mumble, as Hajime lets you tug the loose tee overhead. It seems he wanted little to do with this dress up game scenario, while simultaneously attempting to save himself from the embarrassment of you catching an eyeful of his junk.

He pulls off the blindfold and stares with an uncomfortable expression and blush. You’ve been doing a lot of blushing today since... well, since you woke up in each other’s bodies.

“I guess not. But I’ll respect your body, don’t worry.”

He huffs, folding his arms across his chest.

A short gasp comes from his lips, clearly not used to having a set of breasts, and he pulls his arms away quicker than you’ve probably ever moved yourself. Hajime awkwardly settles for resting his hands at his hips, and you stifle the snort that threatens to escape.

“I trust you, Hajime. Don’t worry. And same goes for me! I won’t eat junk food before bed, and I’ll work out a lot too!”

You announce while fist pumping the air, and he rolls his eyes.

“You better. Come on, let’s go before my mom and dad get back.”

A lot of changes had to be made to accommodate your... new lifestyle.

You decided it was best to swap phones, considering you each have the same model and should probably be conversing with your classmates and friends with some sort of vague continuity.

You also had a rather short lived and awkward conversation about bathroom time and changing.

And on the way to the park, you discussed the people you each talked with the most in class, how to talk to them, and to take notes properly.

You’re thorough if anything, trying to make this awful situation as easy as you can possibly make it.

“This is exhausting... and we haven’t even gotten to play volleyball yet.”

You bounce the volleyball in the grass, huffing at the torture this body swap is turning out to be.

“At least you can spike, and have a mean serve. It would have been way worse for me if you were a libero.”

At least Hajime is looking on the bright side.

“We just have to get used to our bodies.”

You attempt to reason alongside him, amping each other up.

By the time the sun sets, you’re both panting in the grass next to each other. All former encouragements and hype lost, replaced by the dread of the coming Monday.

“We’re so fucked, I’m not used to being this tall, or having these limbs.”

You wave your arms around in the grass for emphasis, turning to gaze at your partner in this disaster.

“I feel like I’ve been launched back to middle school, it’s hard to get used to being short again.”

Hajime hums in agreement.

“I’m not that short! You’re just tall!”

“Not that tall!”

He grimaces, and you think you hear him mutter something about one more centimeter.

Before you can delve back to wallowing in misery, Hajime speaks up again,

“Whatever, we actually started doing pretty good by the end. It’s not the level we’re usually at, but I’m sure we can fake it in practice well enough. Chalk it up to being sick or something. We’ll be back to normal soon enough.”

Sitting upright, he musters a confident look that warms your chest. You’re glad he’s being optimistic, pushing away the negative thoughts that keep rearing up.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Now let’s get food, I’m starved.”

“Agedashi tofu is the best after practice.”

He’s gleaming, and you think it looks more natural on your face than the stern countenance that seems trademark to Hajime. Though, you do miss the rare occasions you got too see that expression on his normal face... so you make a mental note to take plenty of happy face selfies while you’re in this body.

You can’t help the soft laugh, imagining all the faces you could make in Hajime’s body he wouldn’t be caught dead making normally. When he eyes you warily, you shake your head and respond before he catches on to your plan.

“The katsudon here is way better, you’re crazy.”

You grin, mouth watering as you bring a pork cutlet to your lips.

When you bite in, it turns out to be less satisfying than you remembered.

‘Weird, this place has really good katsudon.’

When you peer over at Hajime, he seems to be sharing a similar dilemma.

“How is it?”

You tilt your head up, gazing cautiously at him.

“It’s... okay.”

He frowns, can he seriously not enjoy agedashi tofu right now? Or was it just made bad?

“Right. Same here.”

The two of you pause, stewing for a second at the disappointment of your favorite meals, before both having the same idea to swap plates.

When you bite into your newly swapped dishes, you both simultaneously break out into wide grins.

“Whaaat, this is so good!”

“’katsudon’s not so bad either.”

You burst out into laughter,

“I guess our tastes have been swapped too.”

“I was beginning to think this would just be a nightmare. But there’s some fun things involved.”

Hajime hums, taking another hearty bite from the katsudon. You smile at his enthusiasm, before returning to your dish.

You continue to idly chatter about things that might be important to know, before walking home together.

When you reach the end of the street, Hajime almost makes the mistake of turning to the Iwaizumi residence. When he freezes, you realize you were equally ready to freely waltz into your own house.

You both awkwardly switch sides on the sidewalk, silently acknowledging the blunder with a light laugh.

“I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Have a good night,” you pause, “Y/N!”

You wink at him, chuckling at the sour expression. If you thought referring to yourself as Hajime was weird, it’s even more unsettling to call yourself by name.

Hajime rolls his eyes before waving goodbye.

“Yeah yeah... Hajime. See you tomorrow.”

The interaction certainly is odd, but you laugh with a grin nonetheless. Despite the fucked up situation, it’s kind of cool to have a secret to share with Hajime.

You just hope it isn’t permanent.

When Hajime turns to the your household, he feels the nervousness come back full force.

The two of you spent all day with each other, not really worried about a stranger’s perception of them.

But now he has to deal with the people closest to you, your parents. And he’s actually quite fond of your parents, they’ve always treated him like the son they never had (as well as Oikawa), but he’s not exactly looking forward to living out their wish for a son vicariously through you.

He swings open the door, kicking his shoes off before stepping inside.

“I’m home!”

‘Remember to be enthusiastic, and keep that RBF in check!’ he hears your insistent reminder echo in his mind, almost catching himself scowling.

“Welcome back darling! Did you eat?”

He hears your mother’s voice from the kitchen.

“I had something to eat with Hajime.”

He sweats a little, your mom is oddly calculated, always in tune with your emotions. Sometimes even his, but there’s no way she’d figure out what was going on, right?

“Good. If you get hungry later, there’s left overs.”

He calls out a thanks, almost sighing in relief, looks like the panic was for nothing.

Hajime casually (yet so, so, eagerly) heads for the stairs.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to say hi to Tooru? He and his mother came for dinner!”

WHAT.

“Y/N-chan! You and Iwa-chan were hanging out today? We’re you practicing volleyball?”

As if on cue, Oikawa rounds the corner and cuts Hajime off at the stairs, eyeing the athletic attire he’s wearing,

“I have something I want to practice more, you should’ve texted me.”

He huffs, arms folded as he leans against the stairway’s frame. Clearly a trick, Oikawa blew up both of your phones all day long despite being told you were busy. Hajime resists the urge to scowl at the backhanded comment. Brat.

Wait a second... how exactly do you talk to Oikawa again? Hajime should know, he’s spent a majority of his life with the two of you, but he’s currently drawing blanks.

He seems to have wracked his brain a little too long for a normal interaction, as Oikawa’s eyeing him again with an inquisitive look.

“Sorry... Tooru. You were sleeping in, and we both just happened to wake up early. Besides, you shouldn’t be practicing so much.”

He’s glad he didn’t let the ‘Shittykawa’ slip, that wouldn’t have been on brand for you at all. Out of habit though, he did punch Tooru in the arm.

“Yow! So mean, why are you hitting me?!”

Oikawa cries out, looking utterly scandalized as he rubs the sore spot on his arm.

“Because you deserve it.”

Hajime rolls his eyes, hopefully you won’t become aware of this interaction or he’ll get an earful from you. He’s still slightly convinced he’s an innocent bystander affected by some sort of cosmic punishment on Oikawa Tooru.

“Are you mad at me?!”

Hajime ignores Oikawa’s cry of complaint, jogging up the stairs. It’s hard being you, he grimaces as he beelines for the safety your room.

Finally in the comfort of privacy, he collapses into your sheets with a sigh of relief.

It could barely be considered a conversation with your mother, and Oikawa, but he’s already feeling mentally exhausted from the social exchange.

And tomorrow marks the start of the school week. Great.

Hajime slumps into your absurd amount pillows (seriously, you only need one). If he feels a little disappointed that he can’t recognize your scent anymore, he certainly doesn’t admit it, and definitely doesn’t entertain the intrusive thought longer than a moment.

A/N: I’m actually having so much fun with this au it’s adsklag;hj, I just like to watch my faves suffer in a chaotic mess I can not lie

Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2, Part 3

#hqradiostation #haikyuu!!#haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime/reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Butterflies and Brushes (YuTae)

a/n : this is a promise I made for the wonderful IG account yutae.0126

warning : Slight suggestive content, but nothing explicit (or yeah?) Romance, bxb proceeed to masterlist if you’re not comfortable and pic something else. Romance, fluff, flirty!yuta and cold prince! Taeyong

ARTSCHOOL AU! nude panting (nothing explicit though, safe to read for anyone mature enough)

My first Yuta x Taeyong or Taeyong x Yuta fic and I am excited to see how this goes!!

Here we goo!!!

Oh yeah I attach a picture for the poses below because I am afraid the explanation is not enough and sorry for my failed attempt to draw. (I blotted it okay and failed still )

Every campus has that one hot guy everyone is afraid to approach and another guy with the total opposite appeal.

Well the same thing happens in this top college of visual arts, not only do they have talented artist in process of making visual arts, the students themselves have top visual points.

Meet Lee Taeyong, the campus' Aphrodite with a stoic face and a piercing gaze. Rumor has it, his beauty comes from the way he keeps his face poker whenever he walks around the campus. Though he rarely smiles, everyone believes he has his own reasons for being that. Afterall, no one dares messes up with Taeyong, not after the famous incident where he punched a bully so hard in the face after dissing a freshman's work of art. That freshman is famous here, he's called Ten. A sweet guy from Thai who draws amazing realistic drawings.

Moving on from the coldest guy, we have the warmest guy who always smiles. He wins the “healing smile fairy" nickname thanks to his gummy smile.

If Taeyong is the Aphrodite here, Yuta is Apollo. His smile is enough to defrost a thousand years of snow and with one wink, you're 90% guaranteed to have a good day.

The Japanese guy with long blonde hair -sharing similar traits as to that famous Howl character- is the one who always smiles no matter what!

Every girl has fallen for his smile, every guy envies his attractiveness. He is playful, cheerful, and flirty! No one walks away from Yuta without a smile or a blush, no one but Lee Taeyong.

Yuta has never personally encounter Lee Taeyong. He just knows the famous cold-hearted prince who shares the same painting class with him. Despite sharing the same class this term, Yuta has never seated next to him nor has he the chance to talk with him. Taeyong always comes into the class near the starting time and leaves first.

T'was until one eventful moment that the two opposite individuals are put together for their final Junior year project. The teacher insists for their final project to draw a realistic nude painting of their assigned partner. Nude painting is not something new to the students here, besides the teacher paired the students and asked their conscience about it. Yuta won’t turn the chance down, but when the teacher asked Taeyong if he is okay with his partner, Yuta can’t look into his direction. All the Japanese guy can do is fiddle with his hands while waiting for the teacher to call out his name and pair him with another student.

“Sure, I mean I don’t have any reasons to object.” Taeyong's deep voice resonates through the studio and believe it or not the whole class was holding their breaths. Yuta almost squeals when Taeyong accepts the partnering scheme. When the teacher asks him, Yuta immediately nods and gosh his silly smile over there was caught in Taeyong's peripheral view. Believe it or not, for the first time in forever, Lee Taeyong smirked in public.

Ten who sits close to Yuta secretly gives a sly smile to the Japanese man. Yuta tosses a questioning look and Ten mouths “Everyone is confused if they want to be in your shoes or Taeyong's"

Yuta blushes at his words, Ten sure knows how to tease him. Well, Ten is one of Yuta's best friends and he is the only one who knows about the secret mission Yuta has in his heart. Yes, Yuta aims to be able to make Taeyong falls for him like any other people. It is not an easy task, Yuta is aware of that, but because of that he is more than challenged to succeed.

“So, I guess I'll miss you,” Ten suddenly says this when they're packing up their books.

Yuta glances to the room and sees Taeyong is still there, unlike usual!

“What do you mean?” Yuta asks back

Ten winks, “He is coming here, maybe asking your number. I won’t bother, see you!” he taps Yuta's shoulder and flies all the way down the room leaving Yuta alone with Taeyong on his side.

“So… you are my partner for our final project, right?” Taeyong's secret voice greets Yuta's ear. He almost falls on the ground for realizing how good his voice sounds.

Yuta quickly nods his head and waits for the other to continue.

“I don’t want to flunk this class, so when should we start?” Taeyong goes straight into business.

Yuta feels a bit sad that the man in front of him is strictly stuck to business, but he is the best in masking emotions, Taeyong wouldn’t be able to guess.

“Yes sure, I also want to start early. Umm when do you have free time?”

Taeyong picks his phone out and goes to his planner, he scrolls and sees how busy he is. He sighs, not wanting to disturb the warm guy in front of him longer…

“Put in your number and I'll text you my free time. Also, sorry for bothering you.” He sheepishly gives a tiny smile! Microscopic but not to Yuta!

Yuta wants to jump right now, Taeyong is asking his number! How silly was he, thinking about so many ways to ask the latter's number without sounding too flirty or rude. He didn’t have to worry, Taeyong did it well.

Yuta quickly types in his number and saves the contact. He presses the call button and when his phone rings, he shuts it off.

“Cool. I got your number.” Yuta, who is usually verbose, only slips in efficient reply but his warm smile is always there.

Taeyong seems a bit taken aback by the smile; Yuta didn’t notice this. If he noticed, Yuta won’t let that go.

“Okay, see you then.” Taeyong shuffles in his place and finally leaves Yuta alone. The class is empty already and Yuta sits back on his chair.

He controls his heartbeat that is beating faster than a runner, and he hides his face in his hands as he feels his cheeks getting hotter.

“I MUST BE DRUNK HAPPY!” he muffles his scream to himself and Yuta elicits the brightest smile ever that day.

He walks through the corridors, tossing smiles and greetings to everyone he sees and that radiant look really energized everyone else.

“I wonder what's wrong with Yuta hyung, he looks really bright!” Renjun, a freshman from China, asks Ten.

Ten just smirks, “He won the lottery maybe. Come on! I want to learn how to do water color with you!” he pulls the younger away.

That afternoon, Yuta is seated on the edge of his bed with Ten sleeping on the soft mattress.

“Ten why isn’t he texting me? Should I send him my schedule first?” Yuta sounds like a nervous teenager who is confessing to their crus.

Ten laughs out loud at his worries, “Yow! Yuta! You're the flirtiest guy here and you're nervous and confused about talking to Taeyong?! You know your rules.. because this is Taeyong you wait! You don’t want to look easy on him right?”

Yuta frowns “Well yes, but Ten I am so excited! Like I am afraid I cannot draw him nicely and I’ll hurt his feelings! Gosh Why does it have to be nude realistic painting?! If it's comic I'm sure he will fall for my drawings!”

Ten scoffs, “Silly because the class we're taking is realistic painting??? Come on you're good with your hands. He will like it.”

Yuta feels nervous, he is not the best in realistic drawing but he is not that bad.

Yuta suddenly turns his head to face Ten, “Hey!” he grips Ten's wrist.

“TEACH ME HOW TO DO BETTER REALISTIC DRAWING!!” he sounds so excited and nervous at the same time.

Ten grins “What will I get in return?”

Yuta rolls his eyes, there is always a catch with Ten.

“I don’t know?? I'll treat you pizza?”

“Nah, not interested. What about that model friend of yours,’ number??”

Yuta frowns for a while, trying to remember who is Ten talking about

“Johnny?” Yuta raises his brow

Ten bites his lips and nods, Yuta reaches out his hand and the other one seals the deal.

“Okay, you follow me to the studio tomorrow after 2? Bring a sketch book I'll help with the sketching first and then we'll go to the painting part which I know you do okay.” Ten jumps in surprise when he catches the light of notification in Yuta's phone.

They both crowd the screen as Taeyong's name appear in Yuta's message box.

“Best day ever…” Yuta shyly opens the message and replies back with his own schedule.

They talk for awhile and come to an agreement that they'll start doing it next week.

“TEN! WE NEED TO DO THE CRASH COURSE ASAP. I am not going to disappoint him.” Yuta looks so ambitious and Ten is just happy he's getting Johnny's number.

Crash course was not that easy. Ten is a strict teacher and he keeps on nagging Yuta to fix his way of sketching. Well Yuta's inattentive to small details, but Ten insists it is the most important thing.

“You're doing nude painting, every stroke matters! What if he ends up not having edges? You'll hate yourself.” Ten reminds Yuta his goal.

“Don’t you want to impress him? Plus I’m sure you'll get good finals if you follow my tips.”

Yuta ends up doing three more drawings, all from seeing Ten posing in front of him.

“Ten, you're just playing around with me right? You just want me to draw you?” Yuta slams his pencil down after the third time of renewing Ten's picture

Ten throws an apple he found at the table to Yuta “You think I'd ask you to draw me?! I'd rather ask Taeyong!”

Yuta shoots his eyes while rubbing his head “Hey! We agreed he is mine. Don’t you dare!”

Ten analyzes the sketch Yuta did and smiles “Now this, will make Taeyong interested in you.” He examines his friend’s work and compares the first two.

He just stays quiet and tosses three of the papers side by side to Yuta “See that? If I'm not your friend… I'd charge you a thousand dollars already for this class.”

Ten is not lying when he said that, within three sketches (and two hours of painful comments) Yuta's drawing significantly improves. He barely knows he can draw like that third drawing he made.

“Yoksi… Ten you're so talented! My best friend!” he hugs Ten and Ten just slightly coughs “Don’t forget the deal.”

Yuta just smiles and fishes his phone, he quickly sends a contact name to Ten and when Ten receives the number, Yuta takes his chance to leave the room.

He's now more confident in seeing Taeyong. He didn’t know what will happen on the day they'll meet but he sure wants to make a good impression.

“Hey so, you'll directly follow me home? Or do you have to do something first?” Taeyong starts the conversation that afternoon after their painting class.

Yuta has not talked with Taeyong after they exchange schedules. They haven’t talked and discussed about their themes, but Yuta guesses they'll figure it out on their way home.

Yuta shifts his head from cleaning up his mess and looks at Taeyong, the stoic man has a tint of blush in his cheek upon seeing Yuta's radiant smile but he quickly hides it away.

“Pull yourself together Taeyong, why are you like this?” Taeyong speaks to himself in his heart.

“Yes Taeyong, I have nothing to do and i'm ready to go." The blonde man smiles to the red haired man and both of them are trying their best to keep their emotions low.

Taeyong slings his bag and nods his head “Hope you don’t mind walking, my apartment is only a 15 minutes walk.” He leads them out of the class and Yuta copies his long steps.

No Yuta doesn’t mind walking an hour if that is with Taeyong. Under the sun, the two angelic man of the school walk side by side… inviting by passer to stop and sneak a picture of them or just stand there frozen upon what they see.

Taeyong keeps his stoic face until they reach the outer gate, meanwhile Yuta is busy waving his hand to anyone he knows and just smiling to random students.

Taeyong snickers when they reach the outer gate “You really are kind to anyone eh? The rumor is true.”

Yuta widens his eyes “Rumor?”

Taeyong smirks and looks into the younger's hazel eyes “Well yes the rumor that you are the school's Apollo? Because they say your smile heals everything?”

Yuta doesn’t know how to react, well he knows that but what should he do? Saying “oh yes and you're the aphrodite that everyone fears….”no that is not good.

Taeyong suddenly shakes his shoulder and loosen down his tie. Well their school gives them uniform with ties, and Taeyong loosening it doesn’t help Yuta's red face. Gosh he looks so hot.

“Hufth glad we're far enough from school and cameras.” He gives a small smile. Yuta is confused, okay so Taeyong did realize the students love to take pictures of him… he also knows how to smile?

Yuta’s confusion makes him ask the red haired man “So you do know?”

Taeyong raises his brow, “Know what? Knows that my picture is secretly famous in the dark web? Being used for sketching references? Comics?”

Yuta gulps well yeah he did see some comic works having illustrations very similar to taeyong and him,… “You know how to smile.” Was the thing Yuta's unfiltered mouth let go.

The blonde Japanese man covers his mouth in fluster, he quickly bows while muttering “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to say that.”

Taeyong freezes in place when he heard that remark, he turns his heels around and faces Yuta who is now looking on the grounds.

Taeyong smirks, interesting, no one dares talk to Taeyong that way and Yuta just did.

“Say that again?” he smirks looking ten times hotter and dominant.

Yuta grins and scratches his head, “I didn’t say anything. Pretend you hear nothing.” He tries to hide his face away but Taeyong bravely brings his chin to face him.

“Well as a matter of fact, yes Yuta, I can smile.” He puts back his cold face and his eyes pierces through Yuta's weak soul. He turns his body away and continues walking… he smiles when he realizes how cute a flustered Yuta is. What he doesn’t know is that behind his back, Yuta has already level up his game.

If that is how Taeyong is going to play the game, he chooses the king of flirt. Yuta will not lose to Taeyong.

The younger shakes his thoughts away and pick up his steps. Once he is next to Taeyong again, Taeyong quickly puts back his stoic face.

“So, what is your theme Taeyong?” Yuta opens the conversation.

Taeyong has been sleepless for the week, trying to find a pose where he can capture Yuta's ethereal beauty in his oil painting. He went through a lot of illustrations references and even imagined Yuta posing for him. He cannot lie, that man really has his own attractiveness and Taeyong cannot pinpoint where.

“Well, as a matter of fact I've prepared several poses for you. Wait before that who is going to draw first today?” Taeyong asks the most important question. He is not spoiling the theme to Yuta right now, at least not in front of a kindergarten school they just passed by.

Yuta shrugs his shoulder “If you're ready to pose, I'll draw firs… You're a better painter. I'd rather paint you first rather than seeing how great your work is and lose confidence doing mine.” He laughs and Taeyong giggles.

“No way, your drawing is good Yuta! I love your anime illustrations.” Taeyong slides a sincere praise here.

Yuta feels happy that Taeyong knows about his works, “But your abstract painting is wonderful! You're going to be a great artist one day!”

Taeyong feels flowers bloom in his heart, but his face isn’t showing anything.

“Okay then, if you want that… I can pose for you today.” Taeyong hates to admit he actually feels like losing a bet but there is no bet.

Yuta secretly smiles, so Taeyong is the first one giving up for Yuta eh?

Yuta claps his hands “Great! I have some ideas you can choose okay! Pick the one you're most comfortable with.”

“Okay… oh do you mind we walk a bit further and then go back?” taeyong pauses in his track.

Yuta doesn’t understand “Huh?”

Taeyong sighs and shakes his head, not believing himself for saying this outloud to anyone, “I need to feed some kittens there…”

Yuta softens his face “Sure! I love cats and dogs! Didn’t know a cold guy like you cares so much about animals.”

Taeyong can relax now, he feels better knowing that Yuta didn’t laugh at him “Thanks, they're too young to survive.” Taeyong walks into a corner and purrs. Slowly three cats emerge from the dark and meows softly while taking defensive stances when they sense a new presence of Yuta.

Taeyong giggles as he extends his arm to pour the cat foods he had prepared to the ground “Don't be afraid, he is my friend… he won’t hurt you guys.” Taeyong uses a nasal voice to baby talk the kittens and calls Yuta friend?! Oh gosh Yuta is ready to die, Taeyong is a totally different person out here! And he is more than eager to portray that emotion into his painting.

Yuta ends up squatting down beside Taeyong and plays with the kittens for a while. Both men giggling at the smallest action the clumsy cats made.

“Okay, we have to go, or we will end up not working.” Taeyong stands up and brushes his dust off, waiting for Yuta to follow him back to his house.

Yuta bids the kitten farewell as he catches back Taeyong’s long strides and they finally make it into their place for the afternoon.

“Make yourself at home, or at least like this is your studio.” He is glad he cleaned up his room last night.

Yuta nods his head, he sets his canvas up, prepares his pencils, and anything else he needs for the project.

Taeyong has to admit he is nervous, now that he realizes he should be the first one stripping.

The older excuses himself to bath first, earning a small giggle from Yuta, but since Yuta wants Taeyong to be comfortable he lets him go.

As the older finishes his shower, Yuta has pulled out his phone and opens up his choices of poses. Unlike Taeyong who cannot choose a pose, Yuta already has one in mind since the first day Taeyong came to him.

He wants the older to sit on one of the armchair he surprisingly has in his apartment. He’ll have Taeyong sit cross legged, posing as elegant as he can while staying in that position for hours. Yuta esitimates he’ll need six hours to draw, yes draw.

Then maybe they’ll continue the next day for the layers and coloring. He wishes they can finish before time runs out.

“Okay, so how do you want me to pose?” Taeyong comes out of the shower fresh with only a towel covering his lower privacy. Yuta almost chokes upon seeing his appearance, but he is professional enough to hold it back.

Yuta chooses to just show him what he wants and Taeyong easily agrees, “You want me to sit? That’s kind of you. Someone else asked me to stand and damn I got tired, but t’was okay since they paint me nicely.” Taeyong says as he takes his seat and sets his body to look like how Yuta wants.

In front of Yuta, sits Taeyong in his heavenly state. His armchair despite being super simple, looks like it is a throne thanks to Taeyong’s indescribable aura. The man in red hair is sitting cross legged on the armchair, leaning his head to the side supported by his left arm. His face shows the same expression that of a model. His eyes? They were soft minutes ago, but now they’re piercing through the air. Yuta can fall to his knees right now and follow every command this king beholds.

“Please tell me if you need any breaks,” Yuta says breathily.

Taeyong nods, “Oh before that, I haven’t asked you… Do you want any drink or special condition for drawing?”

Yuta thinks for a while, “Well, I can’t work in too much silence, so please talk with me while I start sketching you.”

Taeyong takes a good note on that and as the younger man ties his hair to a man bun and pulls his sleeves up, Taeyong is more than excited to be paired with him. He wants to know how great Yuta can draw him.

They talk about random things like where they studied before entering this school, hobbies, favorite foods, even ended up talking about cats and dogs.

“I’m considering buying myself some fish and put them in the aquarium. What do you think?” Taeyong asks while leaning his head more to his resting hand. Yuta lets one of his hand rests on the arm rest and his head is leaning to that hand. (Super ugly sketch I tried blotting is attached below)

Yuta still focuses on his drawing, “Fish? Their water maintenance can be expensive.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes, “That’s the least I can own in this apartment, they do not allow dogs or cats.”

Yuta just hums, “Okay then go with fish. I don’t see why you’re hesitating.”

“Because if they die, I’ll be super sad.” Taeyong answers in a heartbeat.

Yuta almost drops his pencil upon seeing this side of Taeyong, the soft hearted cute guy is hiding behind a cold mask.

“Sorry if I sound rude, but you’re totally different in and out of school! What makes you act like that in school?” Yuta is glad about his sketch right now, at least his crash course with Ten is saving his face.

Taeyong smirks, “You want to know, or you want to know?” he teases the blonde man a bit, starting to feel super comfortable. Hey nothing beats being comfortable faster than being naked in front of them right?

“Just tell me. Everyone’s talking about you being a heartless cold man, but in real life you’re totally soft and I hate that people are talking about the wrong you.” Yuta blurts his heart out and gasps when he realized what he just said.

Taeyong seizes the opportunity, “Oh, you care about me that much? Well I did that because I’m tired of being the center of attention.”

Yuta clicks his tongue, “And you being like a cold bitch is just making you more into the spotlight.”

Taeyong giggles, now he is using bitch in his sentence? “Well thank me, I give you the spotlight of the good guy!”

Yuta wants to slap him hard if he is his long best friend, but not yet.

“You’re interesting Yuta, you really look astonishing when you’re focused. I wonder if you got a female partner, how distracted will both of you be.”

Yuta hums, “Well that didn’t happen, now I am here drawing you like one of my French guy.” His humorous side comes out.

Taeyong laughs heartily at that, “Okay sorry, I have to keep my expression.”

Yuta nods, “Thanks for realizing, I almost ruin the drawing with your big smile.”

Taeyong grins, “You better draw my cold face there, no one should see this side of me yet.”

“As you please, Your Majesty. Now you may rest, I’ve finished roughly and let me order us something to eat.”

Taeyong is thankful when Yuta tosses him back his towel and the red hair quickly runs to his room to fetch some clothes. Once Taeyong is inside his room, he runs to the mirror and checks how red his ears are actually. Gosh, did Yuta realize?

While Taeyong is changing clothes, Yuta orders them a meal and he keeps his canvas in a safe place.

They have a good time talking again through dinner and like a long best friend who met, the two click like puzzles made for each other.

“Thank you for the meal,” Taeyong says before Yuta leaves his house.

“Thank you for being a nice model. Don’t see my canvas yet okay. I’m not confident with what I have right now.” Yuta wears his jacket as he steps outside the door.

Taeyong nods, he knows that same feeling and he will respect Yuta for it.

“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Yuta smiles, “Yes! Let me know if I need to prepare anything.”

He leaves, walking down the road another five minutes to arrive in his small apartment.

They decided that they will take turn, tomorrow Yuta will be in Taeyong’s shoes.

“I hope you don’t mind lying in my bed,” Taeyong says as he explains the concept pose he has been thinking again last night.

Yuta shakes his head, “I’m down for anything! You’re one of the best painter in the class, It’s an honour to be your muse. I’ll do anything for a good result.”

Taeyong slyly smirks, “Anything?”

Yuta winks (hell he is not losing okay), “You heard me loud and clear.”

“Okay then, you… wow, that’s a nice tattoo! We should get that in the frame.” Taeyong runs his eyes over the toned abs and the pretty butterfly tattoo on his lower abdomen.

Yuta smiles, “Yeah I got a story behind it, I’ll tell you later.” Yuta makes himself comfortable between the white sheets Taeyong has prepared and covers his lower abs below with the thin linen. His butterfly tattoo is half peeking but that is exactly what Taeyong needs.

“I hope you’re not allergic to flowers,” Taeyong suddenly appears with a bag of flower petals. Yuta blushes, this man really prepares a lot.

“Absolutely not, just do what you need to do.” Yuta stutters a bit. Where is his confident flirty personality at time like this?! Taeyong calmly places the petals in different places, once he is satisfied with what he has the Aphrodite walks to his fridge and takes out one cold can of beer.

“I need some cans to draw,” Taeyong explains himself, though Yuta didn’t ask anything.

The drawing session begins, and they casually talk again, Yuta is facing the opposite side of Taeyong and from a lower view, he can clearly see how Taeyong frowns and how he bites his lips while concentrating on his canvas. Yuta can see each detail in Taeyong’s face from a new angle!

He loves the shade of red his lips have and his hair! His hair is envious. Yuta sees Taeyong pauses to sip his drink some time and when he feels like closing his eyes on the sheet, he doesn’t hear any warning from Taeyong and so the blonde angel falls asleep after watching the man he secretly likes.

Taeyong finishes not long after it and when he realizes the younger is no longer talking, he peeks over his canvas and smiles upon seeing Yuta’s calm sleeping face. Even in his sleep, he looks super kind and angelic!

“You really are son of Apollo or maybe Apollo himself,” Taeyong brings a strand of hair away from Yuta’s eyes. Gently, he pulls a thicker blanket over the younger’s bare skin and lets him rest for some more.

Taeyong leaves the room and controls his quickening heartbeat. When pulling the blanket over Yuta, he is close to his face and inches away from those plush lips. Taeyong feels his heartbeat increasing and he has to quickly walk away before doing things that he didn’t want.

Yuta wakes up feeling sorry for falling asleep, but Taeyong just shakes it off. Saying he totally understands, and he doesn’t mind. With that being said, they eat dinner together again before finally parting goodbye. To make things faster, Yuta brings home his canvas so he can start layering and do the basic stuff he can do without the model. Same thing for Taeyong.

That night, both men busy themselves in their own studios. Accompanied by one light, cups of coffees, soft music, and each other’s sketches on their canvas witnessing just how love struck both parties are. Yet both souls are too stubborn to fall on one knee and confess this big crush they have to the other.

Another week comes and this time they need to meet again. Yuta and Taeyong have already been comfortable with one another, to the point where Yuta can talk in the hallway with Taeyong. Something super rare to be seen! Not Yuta’s part but seeing Taeyong walks and talks with someone at school is the hottest news of the week.

Through hours and hours of staying together in the same place, stroking paint brushes, learning each and every flaws and beauty their muse have, it’s not surprising how comfortable and close they are right now.

Yuta knows just every detail of Taeyong’s face. He notices the rose print scar next to his right eye, the small mole on his lips, the way Taeyong’s eyes twinkle with stars, how his hair stays in place despite the hours of posing.

Taeyong is able to draw Yuta base on memory too now. He finds the perfect hue of his skin, the right yellow shade for his smooth hair, the way his eyes relax and the story about how Yuta’s butterfly ended up being printed in his torso.

Taeyong cannot deny the bubbly feeling in his chest. Is he feeling that dangerous chemical reactions in his body? Is he in love?

It’s already the last week from the deadline and the two choose to finish everything tonight. So, that afternoon Yuta comes into Taeyong’s house with a sleepover supply and they start their last journey of painting.

There’s a tugging feeling in Yuta’s heart as he finalizes his painting. A satisfied smile comes to his face when he sees his final painting of Taeyong. His eyes run from the breathing perfection sitting like a throne king waiting for his interesting part in life to start, and to the canvas he’s been working on for hours! A satisfied smile comes to his face when he feels his hours of blood, sweat, and tears of working being paid off with the portray lying before him. He is proud with how he manages to capture the soft side of Taeyong hidden under his cold guy shell.

Yuta waits for the paint to dry, and while doing that he is now again, lying on the bedsheets of Taeyong’s room. The fresh linen once smelled like fresh laundry, the day when Yuta fell asleep. Today, it smells different. A slight hint of musk and mint, is this how Taeyong smells like? Did the painter across him sleeps on the same bed he is lying bare right now? If that’s true, this is hot.

Unlike Taeyong who shows his soft side to Yuta, through this painting course Taeyong realizes just how charismatic Yuta is behind his warm healing smile. The same guy who tosses hearty smile in public can hold an intense fiery gaze on sheets. Taeyong bites his lips as he runs his eyes one more time over his perfectly pliant muse. Yuta feels relaxed on that bed, and that makes Taeyong feels less guilty for asking Yuta to stay a bit more since he needs to finalize the tattoo and the details.

“Mind if I see that butterfly a bit closer again?” Taeyong excuses himself and bends to scrutinize over the complex lines.

Yuta holds his breath and hides his read ears, he can feel his face burning from embarrassment but Taeyong doesn’t seem to care. He even traces the lines to get the shape and returns behind his canvas.

What feels like eternity finally comes to an end and both heart secretly wish they have more time to enjoy the presence of the other, looking each other without being judged creepy, but everything has an end.

“And I’m done!” Taeyong sets aside his canvas to dry next to Yuta’s. They plan to add their names and signature later on tomorrow maybe to not ruin the colors.

“Do you want some drink?” Taeyong asks as he tosses Yuta a big teeshirt and his pants.

Yuta nods, “Let’s order some good food and have a bit fun tonight. This project is tiring, but I’m glad with my result.”

Taeyong scrolls his phone to order some foods and beers, he agrees with Yuta. This ending needs a celebration! As the two men sit on the dining table, chopsticks reaching over for foods and glasses being refiled with golden liquids, their heads slowly turn drowsy.

“I hate that this thing end actually…” Taeyong, who is a lighter head than Yuta has fallen to his drunk state, comments.

Yuta swears if he is sober right now, he will blush, but no. Now he is similarly under alcoholic control and he can’t seem to control his flirty side.

“Oh yeah? You like seeing me that much? My presence is enough to make you happy?” Yuta leans in closer and rests his chin elegantly on his right palm.

Taeyong furiously runs his hands over his face, “Gosh yes Yuta! You make me crazy! Being super hot on my bed with just one linen over you, not to mention I really want to bite that tattoo mark!”

Yuta giggles, drunk Taeyong is fun to play with. He bravely stands up and walks over to sit beside Taeyong. Daringly runs a hand over the tensed shoulder, “Guess you’re super tired already. You’re starting to speak nonsense.”

Although Yuta wants to hear more about Taeyong’s true feelings to him, he knows it is not polite of him to listen to Taeyong’s drunk rambles. What if Taeyong didn’t remember anything and it will make things awkward.

Taeyong pulls Yuta who is trying to walk away, and makes the blonde man falls into his lap.

“We’re both stubborn and our egos are too high. Fuck it, I’m gonna say this now.” Taeyong’s grip on Yuta’s slender waist tightens.

“I love you, I love you so much Yuta! It pains me every night to finish this painting without you in my room. I can finish it because I memorize your features, but it doesn’t feel the same when you’re here posing and breathing the same air with me.” Taeyong’s lower voice growls inside Yuta’s ear.

Yuta cannot think of anything else, rather than focusing on the glistening lips Taeyong has and it takes every ounce and angel in Yuta’s body to hold himself back from attacking that lips.

But the devil won tonight, and the blonde man sticks his lips into the red hair’s. Taeyong presses his neck deeper and lets Yuta takes control of the intense lips battle. No one is backing down, the two gods of the school have met and the opposite attractions have connected.

Just like North going South, butterflies looking for their flowers, and soulmates finding one another…

Taeyong finds Yuta and Yuta finds Taeyong.

Both separate souls finally become one, after years and years of waiting. Seasons of love months, and hours of portrait painting.

“I love you too, Lee Taeyong. And you drive me crazy.” Yuta breaks the kiss to whisper this right next to his lips and seals their bond back with a deeper meaningful kiss.

On the edge of the room, their painted portraits of each other glow under the moonlight.

Epilogue

“This is very nice! I mean Taeyong!!! I’ll definitely buy this at any price!” Yuta gasps and shakes his head when he sees the result Taeyong shows.

Taeyong shyly looks into his feet, after what they did last night somehow, he feels like he cannot see Yuta’s eyes this morning.

Yes both young men have woken up under the same blanket, bodies sticking to each other as the cold morning air tries to creep up their soft skins. Taeyong wakes up being under Yuta’s possessive strong arms and he knows he wants more of this in the future!

“I am not selling it.” Taeyong smirks.

Yuta’s face fell, “Not even to me?

He shakes his head, “No. I like that masterpiece I made.”

Yuta frowns and pouts, “Okay then… I am also not selling mine to you.”

Taeyong runs his eyes over the painting. He needs to admit, he didn’t expect Yuta to paint him that nice… but everything in that picture speaks a thousand words about Taeyong. Taeyong is dying to have that paint in his room too! But if this is how they’re going to do it…. Okay then no one will have their own portrait.

“Fine.”

“Okay, then when are you free?” Yuta suddenly asks

Taeyong sounds flustered, “Eh? Are you asking me out on a date?”

Yuta rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue, “I am booking you for a painting session. I need you to make my portrait but this time I will keep it in my room.”

Taeyong steals a kiss on his lips, “Wow, okay then the price is a portrait from you too.”

“Seriously guys? Infront of my salad?” a voice suddenly interrupts the two madly in love couple.

“Oh, sorry Ten, we forgot you’re there…” Yuta picks his tablet up and shows his face and Taeyong’s back on his screen.

This morning Ten video calls them wanting to see how their painting look like.

“Those are perfect. Why don’t you two live together and put them up in the same place. That way both of you can see it every day without actually selling it.” Ten rolls his eyes and grins.

The couple look into each other’s eyes and grin “That’s not a bad idea…”

“Okay I regret saying that, now go… Ew stop displaying affection in front of me.” Ten shakes his head and closes the call when the screen once again shows both of them sucking their faces off.

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How is it?? cringe enough???

please give comments and inputs :”)) I really am looking forward for your opinion about the story

Thank you for reading, sorry for the long post

Have a nice day/ sweet dreams :*

xoxo

Cosmic

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softxsuki · 3 years

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YOW YOW YOWWW its me the one and only 🍄 anon, this is ur reminder to drink water if you havent alrdy. also please remember to take breaks every now and then i saw ur wip requests and theres so many?? it must be pressuring with that amount of things to do, especially ontop of your daily life. i care for you, and you do so much for people you dont even know, strangers, and i think thats so kind of you. but remember to care for yourself aswell, ok? HAVE A GREAT DAYYY<333333 - 🍄 anon

Thank you for the reminder 😌 I DRANK PLENTY OF WATER TODAY! :D. Yesssss I have so many pending requests. I feel bad for everyone that is waiting so patiently for me to write them all. I wish I was a fast writer who could write like 5+ requests in one day, everyday, but I’m lowkey a perfectionist. Like ik my writing isn’t perfect, but I have to read over it and edit it 5 times before I even think about posting it. I want to make sure I do my best job for each request too, so I hope everyone doesn’t mind that it takes a while for me to get to their request. I SWEAR I WILL WRITE EVERY SINGLE REQUEST ON THERE NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES ME.

But yeah I try not to feel pressured by it because I DO love to write, so creating this blog was the best decision I ever made. I’m getting so much practice now 😂. Thank you for thinking of me 🥰 I CARE FOR YOU TOO. SO MUCH. YOURE ALL MY PRECIOUS LIL BEANS 🥺❤️. Your words truly always make my day. I had a nice chill day today, shopping for Christmas stuff with my mom so I’m rested and ready to write again tomorrow. Take care of yourself! Make sure you stay hydrated and well fed along with making sure you get at least 7-8 hours of sleep at night!! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR CHECKING IN ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#han’s 🍄 anon #super grateful for you 😮‍💨

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definitelynotcesia · 3 years

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YOW CESIA! IT'S ME SIMP-JAEYUN!

Wala lang gusto ko lang sabihin na whatever happened today, naging maayos man o hindi yung day mo chair up lang palagi! Ilysm mamsh!✨💕

hello love!! thank you for reminding me this1!! ang cute mo naman huhu :<

#pwede pa kith #expired asks but i'm answering it anyway sksksk #— chunsadevil bestie ʕ•͡-•ʔฅ #[🐇] cesia ask box

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akocomyk · 3 years

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Random musings for today

It’s funny how in my almost nine years of blogging, I never actually persuaded anyone to read my blog—aside from my closest friends, though. Gotta be honest. I mean, I don’t really force them, but I do encourage them to read if they have time or if something catches their attention—or the occasional baiting of me, saying, “Yow, I blogged about you.” Most of the time, I’m inclined to believe that all my readers read my posts on their own volition.

Anyhooo...

I was going through my drafts the past week and saw this. It was just one paragraph then and I obviously never got back to it until now. The reason why I started writing the said paragraph was because last year, a lot of people went into vlogging and there’s this person on Facebook that made me feel like he/she wanted to shove his/her vlog down everybody’s throats—the publicity stunts are ridiculous yet the content is cringeworthy.

(Look, I’m down with supporting anybody’s vlog as long as it’s worth watching. There are a bunch of people who support this blog of mine, and, as someone who makes content myself, I’m totally fine with redirecting the love given to me—no matter how small that love is—to other creators. Just please make something that’s worthy of people’s time.)

I’m not wallowing on that story any further. Although, I do get their desperation to have more subs and views in order for their channels to get monetized. The thought of making money from my blog has always brushed my mind. Heck, I even thought about making a Patreon account that’s related to my blog.

But I always end up going against it, all in the name of the sanctity and my loyalty to my original intention of making a blog.

This is a space for me to write about my life. An avenue where I can tell my stories and hone my creativity. A virtual friend I can scream my rants to—never minding that all things I say can be seen by everyone on the internet. It’s a piece of me that’s not bound to a promise of meeting the clients’ brief and demands.

When I started sharing this blog on my Facebook account, it was not primarily because I wanted more viewers—the higher numbers are useless since I don’t earn anything from it. It’s for me to be more mindful of the things that I write and to force myself into making better content at a time when everything I posted was hideous.

Now... Uhmmm... I need a transition for a different topic but I can’t think of anything. Haha!

My post Redrawing my 2010 Caricatures – no. 03 garnered the most views on my blog so far this year—thanks to my friend who shared it on her Instagram. I’m not sure if it’s the most views I’ve ever had, so I might need to verify that first.

And... I just wanna share this. I have two or three avid readers from the US who read my blog literally seconds or minutes after I share them on Facebook. I don’t know who they are. Sometimes I think they might be robots who check if I’ve written something against the government (I can fantasize, right?). Or they might be stalkers who wanted to spy on my every move.

I’m kidding. If they’re reading this, please don’t get offended.

Nevertheless, I find this really fascinating and I’m curious about their utmost interest on my life. I’m unaware of their intention, but... yeah. They’re my silent followers. If they wish to continue being silent followers, I see no problem with that.

And there’s also no problem with letting me know what you think about the stuff that I post. You can react or comment on the Facebook post, give a heart on Tumblr, or even message me.

One of the nicest things anyone ever said to me was that my blog isn’t full of shit. I don’t even know who said that. I just know that it’s someone from work. I never considered changing the name of my blog. For me, it’s a tribute to the 18-year-old, self-deprecating me who believes everything he does is shit. My blog’s name reminds me everyday of how much I’ve grown.

I don’t ever want to change the username either—even when people have a hard time reading it at first. It’s supposed to be read as ako·si·omike. I was twelve when I made that (for YouTube), so forgive me.

I’m ending this here. It has become longer than I intended it to be. Have a good day!

#wakeupcall

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 4 years

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Yow Ria! For ur writing challenge I already posted mine its a mob!tom holland x reader entitled I love you yah i know it sounds cheesy and yesh just wanted to let u know😁

AAHHH THANK YOU!!! Okay I have to catch up on a few fics that I am so behind on once my finals are done and I promise yours is at the top of my list! Thank you for reminding me! 🥰

#rias rambles #riaswritingchallenge #I need to get my shit TOGETHER! lmao

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iamconstantine · 4 years

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RWBY V3E4: Lessons Learned

* Is it bad that watching the opening to this episode reminded me a lot of Subspace Emissary?

* On that note, I cannot wait to see these two get their asses handed to them. * Oooooh 4 different environments now! Forest, sahara, rocky shore, and Detroit! * Is it just me or is something a little tinny in the audio recording? * “Oh I like heeer...” And here I was thinking Coco had taste. * “He’s good!” No the fuck he ain’t. * I still hate this stupid quicksilver knockoff BUT the animation for the fight scenes is still top notch

* I’m sorry what.I * His LEGS. GO FOR HIS LEGS. * Are this guy’s eyes supposed to have no sclera like that? * Coco bby girl what is you doing you is better than this * “I take it back: I don’t like her” There you go babe * I don’t know whether I’m more annoyed with how many times the Smirk and Saunter Duo are relying on stealth attacks or with how much Coco and the other two keep falling for it

* Wait what? * Yow. * Wait no seriously what...? * Okay seriously how does no one just look at Cinder and say “That’s a villain” * Wait no * wait wait wait is one of their semblances like illusions or something * oh please tell me these two cant do illusions Im going to throw myself out a window

* BLEUALEAUELELAEUEH * Sister talk! Sister talk! * Eat those delicious looking croissants! * Awww it’s nice seeing Winter open up a little bit. * Okay so now we have confirmation that semblances can be hereditary, at least rarely. But now I’m curious: are semblances influenced by anything else? Personality, past experiences, etc?

* Okay I’m sorry but if this semblance lets you ressurrect the enemies you’ve slain to bring them back as allies that is the most amazing semblance of them all hands down everyone else go home * And now to the other side of the coin! * I’m not like SUPER complaining but I think the animations are just a little bit stiffer this ep * I love how Qrow is a character who will angrily call out his colleagues for not being aware of the real threat to the world after fighting one of said colleague’s employees in a fit of rage but will THEN just go to play a Nintendo64 game with his nieces

* I like how even though this is doing the anime thing of showing flashbacks as still images in a sort of slideshow the art is intentionally almost fairy-tale like with blotted paint and splatters and all that * -_- * alright throw perv in on Qrow’s character sheet

* This image is literally just >:3 and >:< * The passive-aggresive half-ribbing, half-criticizing tone is strong with this one * And there goes the ribbing * I get the feeling that Qrow is one of those family member/mentors who focuses more on criticizing their shortcomings than celebrating their victories out of concern that they’re going to get in over their heads. Which, to be fair, they might be * There’s so much mystery wrapped up in the Ozpin Troupe (which is what I shall now be referring to them as). Clearly there’s some covert operation to keep tabs on evil rising in Remnant, but what else is going on here? Is there a secret they’re all trying to hide? Has Ironwood done something in the past, thus necessitating Glynda and Qrow’s distrust of him, or has he just always been like this? How long has this operation been going on? * “The coolest team to ever graduate Beacon!” *pulls out coffee-stained photograph*

* Why does this look like an album cover * I can’t super tell just from the photo but Qrow and Raven look like...exactly the same. Like Qrow still has gray hairs, I think. * “Well known for crummy fashion sense!” Ruby I don’t think it could be any more obvious that your uncle is a huge influence on your aesthetic so don’t even go there * i n a p p r o p r i a t e s t o r i e s * Wonder what’s bothering Yang? * Yep. Suspicion on Qrow’s mentorship style verified * At first I flinched at Winter dope-slapping Weiss to get her to concentrate but then I remember that Yang and Ruby punch each other’s lights out on an hourly basis so it checks out * I guess it makes sense for Winter and Weiss to have similar stories of running away from home but having to still be “tied” to it. * More questions about Weiss’s relationship with her father emerge... * “You must never let your emotions overpower you” * Winter. * I like you. * But. * You literally destroyed the entire courtyard because Qrow was sassin too much.

* Daaaawwwwww!! * Winter please return soon. Weiss needs a teacher. * Ahhhhh she summoned a lil baby sword!! * I’m actually surprised but thankful that they had Weiss NOT answer the phone call. It really sounds like Weiss’ dad is not a good person so I’d be surprised if this was going down the “reconnecting with the misguided parent” route

#rwby #recap

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Madam Puddifoot’s Tea (Sungchan, you x Winwin)

OKAY!! MY FIRST SUNGCHAN AND WINWIN FANFIC... and my first Hogwarts au! scenario

Warning : fluff, nothing this is safe for every one. You and Sungchan belong in Gryffindor while Winwin is a Slytherin.

ENJOY!

Thanksgiving has just ended, you're glad you met your beloved little brother and your family. The annual dinner was the regular one, with your nosy aunty asking for your boyfriend and your naughty cousin teasing your Hogwarts house. Well, your family was known for being a Ravenclaw, yet you were here sorted by the hat to be in Gryffindor. You didn't deny that you were secretly so happy to be the first Gryffindor, yet it was tiring to deal with these Ravenclaws in family reunion. Thankfully, your little brother wanted to be in any of the houses too except Ravenclaw, you love him more because of this.

The short holiday was over yesterday and now you're back in the school sitting down in another class of spells. You lost your mind to the Quidditch field, mind hollering about riding the broom and zooming in the breezy air. Next week there will be a match with Slytherin, and you're the team's strongest seeker. You heard someone new will be playing for Sly, but you're not bothered with it. If your team was meant to win, we will win. That's your life motto.

"Hey, don't forget we have practice this afternoon." Sungchan tapped your shoulder and you realized all of your friends were already leaving the room. Oh you need to stop day dreaming!

"Right! Hey thanks for the reminder." You picked up your books and wand, then together with Sungchan, you left.

That afternoon, you're smiling ears to ears as you chase around the snitch on the broom, letting your body be one with the stick and feeling the air gushes through your body.

"Sungchan, I am going to Madam Puddifoot's, want to join me grab tea?" You asked your best friend after a good game.

Sungchan, towering over you, wiped his sweat and nodded, "Sounds good, let me shower first and we will go."

the endddddd =￣ω￣=╰(￣ω￣ｏ)

Now you just realized, you were indirectly asking Sungchan out, no one goes to Madam Puddifoot's with their regular friend. No body but you, you don't mind sitting between couples. You want a tea and you're curious of the shop. Sungchan is your best friend since first year, and that's why you're so close to him that you didn't even wonder if people won't question why the two of you share a table at the tea shop later.

Your expectation was not wrong. No body looks at the two of you in a "weird" look when you two enter the shop without looking lovey dovey. No, you're simply walking side by side with a friendly gap and you're so cheerful ordering your tea.

You spend the rest of the day, talking with him around Quidditch and transfiguration class.

Sungchan even spilled the hottest news around the dorm to you. Well he is the better gossip guy and you can always rely on his news.

You didn't feel a pair of cold eyes staring into you. His cold smirk, slowly change into a smile when he heard your giggles.

"Hey, I need to go for a moment." The boy in green sweater stood up from his chair and left his companion. He walked to the restroom. Just after he finished wearing the loo and was washing his hands, he turned his head to the side when another sound of faucet greeted his ears.

He scanned your look from head to toe, and he noticed you're wearing a red and gold scarf around your neck. He held his breathe, you look super cute tonight yet he needed a big encouragement to compliment your look.

Suddenly in between the water sound, he whispered.

"10 points for Gryffindor."

You quickly stare into the tall man beside you. You didn't know him, but he was wearing Sly's accessories and you bashfully smile. "Thank you, I haven't seen you!"

The man closed his tap and grabbed some napkins to dry his hands. "Oh you will, tomorrow in the fields, you'll get to see me for a good 30 to 40 minutes." He smirked playfully and you never found a Slytherin this charming. Not this guy with blonde hair and a small thin lips with a pretty smile.

"I'm Winwin, and see you on the game." He waved his hand and left you speechless on the room.

You returned to your chair and Sungchan has already finished your cake.

"Hey where's my cake?!"

"You're taking too long in the bathroom. I can't stand your tempting cake there screaming 'eat me' in a tempting way."

Sungchan nonchalantly sipped his tea.

You ordered a new one, since you want a cake and quickly sit down. Your heart was beating so fast when you accidentally locked eyes with Winwin again.

"Some cute Slytherin hit me up there, and I am going crazy." You hide your face in your palms and Sungchan can only laugh.

"Yow see, after all the rumor was right, this place has magic with 'love' and 'couples'! I am glad I am not the one to be love-sick." Sungchan kicked your feet under the table and you shot your head up just to once again lock eyes with Winwin.

Your face went red and Sungchan has his greatest laugh tonight.

Tomorrow you will not live a day peacefully without your best friend mocking you about Winwin.

#sungchan x y/n #sungchan x you #sungchan x reader #sungchan nct #sungchan fanfiction #sungchan imagines #sungchan scenarios #winwin x y/n #winwin x reader #winwin x you #winwin #sungchan #nct hogwarts au #nct harry potter au #nct imagine #nct scenario #sungchan oneshot

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New Post has been published on http://jmwetheringtonsr.com/2018/05/30/21st-wedding-anniversary-week-day-six-underground-seattle/

21st Wedding Anniversary Week - Day Six - Underground Seattle

It’s day six of our 21st Wedding Anniversary Week and we’re exploring Underground Seattle with Jade and Maxwell.

You can click here to read about day one, here to read about day two, here to read about day three, here to read about day four, and here to read about day five.

After breakfast at the hotel, Cindy and I drove over to Jeremy and Wendy’s house to pick up Jade and Maxwell for our trip to Seattle and our visit to Underground Seattle.

Seattle and the surrounding metropolitan areas have an awesome mass transit system of buses and trains. In fact, there’s a bus route that goes from Redmond to downtown Seattle, getting you there in about 40-45 minutes. Jeremy and Wendy lent us their transit passes (shhh), Jade had her own and Maxwell didn’t need one, so we were all set. We drove down to the Redmond Transit Center, parked our rental car across the street at the free parking garage and timed it so we only waited about 5 minutes for the next bus to arrive.

The bus was an articulated model, like the one pictured here. I have some advice for you, should you ever find yourself on this type of bus. Even though there are seats (nicely arranged so that they face each other across the aisle that runs down the middle of the bus) in that accordion-like section you see in the photo, DON’T sit in them!

Number one; when the first half of the bus is full (and sometimes even when it isn’t) people who are going to sit in the second car have to walk past you. If you’re long-legged like yours truly, it’s an effort to pull them in enough to avoid being bumped into by those folks. It’s aggravating.

Number two; the seats in that accordion-like section do not “ride” like the rest of the seats in the bus and so you may, MAY find yourself experiencing symptoms of motion sickness to a degree that will make you, shall we say, uncomfortable.

Number three; you may find yourself experiencing the totally illogical fear that the bus, when making sharp turns which bend the articulated vehicle in half, will rip open and spill you and your loved ones out onto the road and into traffic, where you and they will surely experience severe bodily injury and perhaps worse.

Ride in the “normal” section of the bus. You’ll thank me for it later.

We arrived at the stop closest to the official Bill Speidel’s Underground Tour (they were the originators of the underground tour and have been doing them since 1965) entrance and staggered the five or six blocks of rolling downtown streets to get there. Well, Cindy and I staggered, the grandkids are young and they did fine.

This is just a building with fire escape stairs that caught my eye as we were walking to the Underground Seattle Tour.

After waiting with about 100 other people while the Underground Seattle tour conductors told bad jokes and pitched their books for 25 minutes, we finally got started on our two-hour tour (minus those 25 minutes) with a tour conductor and 30-35 people in our group.

Now, you might think an underground tour would get started underground, but you would think wrong. We had to go out to an alley on the street level and cross sidewalks and traffic to get to our first underground destination, so another 10 minutes of the two-hour tour.

You can probably tell by now that I was not impressed. But my youngest granddaughter loves this tour, so granddad “loves” it too and is happy that he’s spending time with his wife and youngest grandchildren.

So, here we are at the first Seattle Underground stop. These folks look happy, don’t they? Anyway, if you look at the old photo on the wall it shows what the area we’re standing in looked like when it was originally at street level back in the mid-19th century Seattle.

Now, I will say that our tour guide had lots of interesting and amusing stories of the time when all of this was at street level and how it came to be underground. My lack of impression with the tour was the shortness of time and the low number of underground places we actually visited during the advertised two-hour tour. But our tour guide; she did good and even dressed in the style of the period somewhat. I think.

When Seattle city leaders decided to raise the street level, most businesses still had entrances where they had always been but were now underground. To provide light, these sections of clear glass (which came to be known as pavement lights) were installed on the sidewalk area. The glass was clear as in translucent, but made like, say, the glass of your shower stall so it wasn’t transparent in the sense that you could see through it, but allowed daylight to illuminate the entrances and walkways below ground. Over time, the aging process made some of the glass amethyst-colored, which is attractive and decorative as well.

And here’s an above ground view of the pavement lights on the street today.

If I’m not misremembering, this area was a speakeasy and a house of ill-repute. There were lots of little alcoves around the outer edges, but we couldn’t get into those.

And here is a bathroom just off the main room. Seeing that toilet seat reminded me of a memory I’d forgotten about. When I was young, not older than 8, my parents and I went somewhere (I don’t remember where) where the bathroom had a wooden toilet seat constructed like this one, only not falling apart in pieces. I remember it because the first time I sat on it I expected it to be like the toilet seat in our home, plastic or whatever they made them out of back then. But, like the one in this photo, the seat had seams on the right and left that joined to the curved open section. When I sat down on it, I didn’t realize that my weight caused the seam on my left to separate slightly, but I sure realized it when I started to stand up and the lack of weight cause the seam to push back together, pinching my ass and the back of my thigh in the process! YOW!!!

Here’s the photo of ourselves that we bought in the Underground Seattle gift shop.

After finishing the Underground Seattle tour, we walked a few blocks over to Shawn O’Donnell’s for lunch. The food was good, the company (as you can see on the left) was great, and Maxwell loved his smiley fries.

We took the bus back to Redmond, drove over to Half-Price Books where Jade and Maxwell each picked out a book (maybe two?, lol) and then we visited the Stone Cold Creamery for some ice cream before returning to our hotel for what was supposed to be a nap before dinner but ended up being playtime for us instead.

Hey, it’s not every day you get to see your grandkids so you gotta make the most of it!

One more day of our 21st wedding anniversary week is all that’s left before we have to take our leave.

#Family #Grandchildren #photography #Seattle #Travel #Underground Seattle

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[i know it’s pathetic to post crying pictures of myself but i just want to be open. I also created this acc so i could voice out things that’s stuck in my mind. Dont judge me, im Fragile] ••• The last couple of months were NOT kick-you-in-the-crotch-spit-on-your-neck fantastic. College makes my dandruffs (although i don’t have them) flakey. When i said it has been the longest five months of my life, IT IS THE LONGEST FIVE MONTHS OF MY LIFE. A week ago, someone told me “i think i lost you this sem.” The moment she told me that, it was like in a teleserye type of thing where everything that happened the past semester flashed before my eyes — im not even kidding. That’s when i started reflecting as to WHY she lost me this semester. I started recalling things. From June to October. As i was writing all the things that (i think) made me distant from people in my life, i realized that i was burnt out bc of many factors. 1. Acads: man, acads made me so drained. It made me not wanting to function. It made me feel like im only alive JUST to exist. School stuff made me really distant from the people i love. It got into me. 2. Unfortunate incidents: the moment i turned 20, i experienced how people can become and what people would do for the sake of money. I dont want to elaborate but I’ll give you one thing, a single hint... im never going to enter a korean restaurant ever again. 3. Household Manners: when i was about to enter high school, my mom, lola and tita told me “kinahanglan mag kat-on ug trabaho sa balay. Kay walay ganahan anang tawong di kabalo mulihok sa balay.” I let that pass my ears. They taught me household things, i follow. When i entered college, MAN I WAS SO THANKFUL THEY TAUGHT ME THESE THINGS! And truth be told, YOW! NO ONE LIKES IT JUD DIAY! 🤭 why am i telling you this? Because it can affect your relationship with someone. I cant believe im saying this but IT’S A HUGE FACTOR.

4. Family: believe it or not, family MAKES you but BREAKS you as well. It’s chaotic. 45% of my breakdowns are because of them. They trigger some parts of my being and since i cant voice out my feelings towards them cuz that would be talking back and talking back is disrespectful, i cry my heart out in bed nalang... These are just SOME of the things that made me this vulnerable and distant. 45% of it is my fam, 50% is the acads and 5% for others things such as Tony Stark (lol). To wrap this all up, in the midst of these storms im facing, God always reminds me that He’s going to get me through this and that He’s going to be with me. ALWAYS. He always reminds me that these storms are NOT going to last forever and this is just a season in my life that i have to cherish and treasure. Why? Because it makes me weak. It makes me vulnerable and it makes me super fragile, as in marupok pas tanang marupok. — and that’s something to celebrate. Why, you ask again... because it means that My God is molding me into something BETTER. Something STRONGER, something TOUGHER. He’s preparing me for the biggest blessing He’s ever gonna pour in my life. — He’s doing this to me because He knows i can be better than who i am today and He knows that this is NOT JUST IT. He’s doing this because He loves me SOOOOO MUCH. All throughout this journey of mine, He never failed to make me feel His love for me. His undying, unfailing, everlasting and unconditional love. I still have so much to experience. I still have so much to do. The things that the enemy are going to be unsure, uncertain. But God assured me. He imprinted in my heart that yes, MY LIFE IS UNCERTAIN BUT MY FUTURE IS SECURED. He’s got me. He has my back. He’s always ready to catch me, to comfort me, to hug me. And that’s the most beautiful thing. Right now i am in the middle of my storm, but I’m gonna sing my praises and i will worship the Lord who loves me so dearly...❤️ Here’s my life verse. This is not my words, but His. I pray that this will encourage you as it encourages me day by day...

EXODUS 14:14 — The Lord your God will fight for you. You only need to be still.

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black-strike-otp · 7 years

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part 83

>83 Huehuehue hewwo followews, I hope yow awe weady for more qpq!

//is psychically mauled to death for being such meme trash//

She couldn’t escape. There was no way out. No matter how much she screamed, the walls kept closing in around her. With blubbering, ugly sobs she pleaded for help but no one answered her calls.

Voices whispering; calling to her. As she fell forward to protect herself she felt weightless; floating. Cracking her optics open, she looked around. But, how could she get here? This didn’t make sense. She’d just been elsewhere; with decaying burrows and hollow spaces of flooded abyss.

A place that should have brought her comfort only tortured her now. She couldn’t comprehend why the Rising Star was in tatters before her very optics. As she walked down the corridor she looked around with a tense frame. The walls covered with blood, dented and scratched, the lights mostly open and flickering. Almost every door she passed was ajar or forcibly ripped open.

A maniacal laughter seemed to broadcast through the comm system and she shuddered, pausing where she stood to look around.

Just as she turned she knew it was too late. A terrified scream escaped her.

It felt like slamming through glass and she was flying. Rolling to the ground she groaned, looking up slowly. Figures swirled around her, cloaked in darkness. Some were faceless, others ghastly.

She recognized their faces, she knew some of their names. Shambled and broken, the majority dragged themselves like zombies towards her. All she could manage was a strangled cry as they moved in closer and closer. From one to the next, she saw the living pairing with the dead. Megatron’s face moved through the crowd like a mirage; Starscream’s poking up over there, and there was that faceless Soundwave, Neutroboost, Guard’s haunted faceplate-

“I’m sorry,” she bawled, bowing her helm as she covered her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t help you; I can’t help any of you please, please let me be!”

“We don’t want your help,” many voices blended together at once.

Sniffling, she curled herself inward towards her chassis, weeping louder.

“We want revenge,” some echoed.

“We want power,” others hissed.

“We want destruction,” moaned more.

“We want your screams,” they whispered. “We want your grief, your torment; we want you to suffer.”

“No, please,” she begged, hiccuping. “Please- P- Please, please- please leave me alone- leave me alone!”

Silhouettes dived for her, and she screamed.

Lurching forward, Novastrike gulped for air. Her ventilation system cycled loudly as she clawed her way out of the darkness fogging her thoughts and her vision. With each pulse of her racing spark, the little femme could feel the thunder roaring through her frame. Each chord like a strike against her insides.

Someone said something above her as their shadow moved across the light fixture from above. She winced, paying the outline of the figure no mind while bringing her servo to her side. Flicking her audio receptors forward, she blinked slowly as she felt around the foreign piece of metal around her.

Cloudy memories began to come through the haze of her thoughts. She sniffed, trying to ignore the cold clinical feel of the berth behind her and strong odors. As her spark grew steady she could make out the sound of voices speaking while opening and closing her dry mouth. It certainly didn’t help her feel better; the smells in the air left a bad taste on her glossia pungent and wretched.

She raised her helm towards the light and blinked rapidly as her optics adjusted.

“Novastrike?”

She blinked further. Sound was beginning to become clear again.

Nighthawk’s alarmed faceplate was looking down at her. She grumbled as he reached out, flashing a light in her optics as she swatted tiredly at his digits.

“Stop,” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry dear, just checking pupil response. It sounded like you were having a nasty night terror there, care to tell me about it?”

Grumbling, she pawed at Nighthawk’s servo further as the white armor servo delicately held her face. The light flickered off; although it wasn’t much of a difference with the overhead florescent. Fortunately the seeker medic stood in the way of the majority of its blinding yellowish glow.

He pressed a scanner near her frame to take reference of her vitals while pressing something else against her chassis. Nova blinked a bit slower now as she looked down to the equipment briefly and looked around. Monitors for pulse check read out on a screen, as well as energon level. Her optics moved to her arm and then looked up, realizing she had small tabs pressed into and against her armor.

With a huff the little femme looked up at Nighthawk’s faceplate and down his frame. He was spotless of dust now, just as she was. Without the layers of beige coloring him, she could make out the slight marks and cuts against him. They appeared shallow from what she could tell. Although it brought to her attention that he still had a large welded patch covering his armor.

“How long have I been out?”

“Only about 4 joors and two thousand five hundred and eight nanokliks.”

Novastrike gaped at him. As she recovered, she snorted as she said, “Only about.”

He gave a slightly reserved smile while pulling away his scanner. While looking over the results of his device, she bothered to look around the room once more. From the look of it, most of the other patients had already been given the green-light to leave. She had to bet that some of them probably could have used the rest and down-time, but this wasn’t the Rising Star. Bots were expected to work through injuries; especially the ‘least important’ Decepticons.

The scarlet colored grounder she had seen a few times popping in and out of this room seemed to be unhappily servicing the berths so that they were clean, with Infiltrator putting away equipment. The dragon would bother to spare them a glance as he limped around the room lightly. Judging by the fact he was even allowed to be up at the moment at all must have been a good thing.

“Where’s Blackout and Scorponok?” Nova murmured, looking back to Nighthawk. “And why are you and Infiltrator working when you were among those in the fight?”

“I was fine, nothing a scrub down of dirt and scorch marks couldn’t handle,” he announced. “Infiltrator on the other servo, should be lying down, but he managed to allude me during the rush of bots. After I gave him a temporary patch and moved on to the next, he was wandering around.”

Nova smiled slightly. “Gets his stubbornness from you.”

“Ohho, you think so?” the medic questioned lightly, smiling.

She nodded her helm lightly, offering her own faint impression of a smile in return.

“Don’t worry about him,” Nighthawk whispered, “I’ll knock him some tranquilizers when he’s not expecting it and give him a more proper adjustment to that leg.”

“I heard that.”

“Pretend you didn’t.”

“I still have blackmail on you, boss bot.”

She giggled at their bickering, watching as Nighthawk’s expression turned absolutely viscous for a nanoklik at the reminder that there were images still in existence of him looking more like a pin-up femme than a mech.

“As for Blackout,” he continued on with some malice in his tone with irritation, “he didn’t get caught up in the majority of the fighting, so he’s quite well. He’s been taking heat from Lord Megatron who seems to correctly assume he was not patrolling when the incident occurred.”

“And Scorponok?” she pressed.

“He’s fine too; just running around a filthy mess,” the crimson seeker reported a bit more sobered now. “That’s more of Blackout’s problem, not mine.”

Venting, she slumped her shoulders with some relief. At least no one was too badly roughed up.

Turning on a thousand-watt smile, Nighthawk gave a warm laugh. “Not the least bit concerned about your own condition, are you?”

“Oh- well,” she shrugged vaguely. It didn’t seem to process that she was in the med-bay for her own sake, for whatever reason.

As his smile tapered off, the medic’s optics showed a slight cloud of concern. He had been teasing her, but she seemed legitimately disinterested in her own well-being.

Clearing his vocalizer, he looked down at his scanner as he reported in a more serious tone of voice, “I’m happy to report that you have no serious damage whatsoever. Your system crashed once the adrenaline was zapped out of you, but you’ll be just fine. Some light damage; I was able to find and replace or repair what was required. Thank your spark that Knock Out actually has supplies to fit your tiny dimensions.”

Speaking up across the room, Knock Out loudly added in, “This is the Decepticon warship under Lord Megatron’s command.”

“I’m sure they have the parts accounted for on behalf of Soundwave, and his sole surviving minicon,” Night whispered to her quietly.

Sole surviving? That was... horribly depressing to hear.

Turning her optics to the door, Novastrike twitched her ears forward to listen.

“He was outside,” Nighthawk said knowingly. “Since the room has cleared out, if you find it acceptable, I can allow him access inside.”

“And Scorponok?”

“And Scorponok.”

She turned her helm up and nodded towards Nighthawk quickly.

Offering her a charming smile, he headed over for the door, leaving her under the blinding light. She hissed up at it unpleasantly and went to shroud herself with her arms, grumbling.

The hum of metal moved as the sequence opened the doorway entry. Nighthawk’s calm voice spoke kindly but firmly to whom stood outside. Novastrike could just slightly pick out rumbled strand of short words used by her beloved mech as he spoke quietly.

Each stride Blackout took was large and fast as he moved through the room. Novastrike barely had a chance to take in his frame before he was at the edge of the berth; a tower of darkness in front of her. She gave the slightest squeak, leaning back as Scorponok’s pitter-patter pedes hurried after his master.

Before she could speak up, Blackout gave a slight growl, poking at the trail of thin wires dangling from her. He shot a deathly glare to Nighthawk as he casually joined them at the berth.

“You said she was fine,” he snarled. “What is all this?”

“Relax yourself mech, Primus, you’re going to have an aneurysm,” Nighthawk testily responded. “She is fine; those are just the monitors.”

“And what about this?” he pointed to the wound at her side.

Nova saw the look of guilt cross Nighthawk’s faceplate.

“Blackout, stop,” she whispered, reaching out in his direction with servos pawing at the air.

He gave a quiet growl as he slowly tore his optics away from the medic. Reaching out, he caged his servos around her and dragged her towards him. The majority of the cables snapped off of her and Nighthawk raised his digit before lowering it, venting with frustration.

Poking her helm over the protective barrier, Novastrike gave a sweet smile towards Nighthawk. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

The medic gave a crisp nod. He moved around the berth, turning off the monitors now that they were effectively useless and quietly blaring a noise of warning.

“Hey, Nighthawk,” she spoke up louder, turning just enough to catch his optic as he looked to her once more. “It’s not your fault I jumped in and got in the way. I’m sorry I uh- ruined your fight.”

The old medic offered a tired smile and nodded to her gently. There was still a guilty light in his optics. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he almost wished he took the blow instead of her.

“If you need anything, just call,” he stated. “I’m going to go pounce on a dragon now.”

Infiltrator lifted his helm up and dropped a piece of scrap metal on the floor with a clatter.

She felt like she still had a thousand more words to speak to Nighthawk and get it through his helm that he wasn’t to blame her for her accident, but he was off in a hurry. Something banged behind her as she turned to look up at Blackout and there was squabbling in the background. At least she wasn’t holding him back from taking care of Infiltrator.

“You didn’t need to snap at him,” she scolded softly. “He’s not the one who hurt me.”

Rumbling, Blackout kept a servo around her as he raised his other one. Plucking off the remainder of the wires, he tossed them aside with a flick of his digit. The glaring light of his optics was almost blackened with a silent rage.

Tilting his helm up, he squinted at the light and tapped it as well, pushing it so that the light filtered out over the room instead of directly over her.

With a slight smile, she shook her helm as Blackout bent over, scooped up Scorponok with one servo while he flailed around, and dropped him on the berth. The bug gave an indecent chatter with some swears thrown in beneath his breath as he scuttled close, adding to the obstruction around her as Blackout curled his servos around the both of them loosely.

“Better?”

She laughed a little breathlessly. “I was fine before.”

“You didn’t look very comfortable,” he offered as his voice softened.

“I’m fine- although maybe I’d like to hear you apologize to Nighthawk later for being an aft about his work. He’s doing his best, you didn’t need to gripe.”

Giving a slight vent, he nodded his helm quickly with understanding. “Yes, yes fine alright, I’ll do that.”

“Good,” she purred, reaching out to brush her digits over his chassis. Blackout gave the slightest tremble before dragging his arms closer to his frame, and with it, pulling herself and a slightly alarming scorpion closer to him protectively.

“Nighthawk told me you were having a nightmare,” he commented gently. “Do you want to talk to me about it?”

Damn the medic.

“No, it was nothing,” she vented softly. “Just- you know, backwater from the fight.”

He made a sound in his throat like he didn’t believe her. To her relief though, he decided to respect her wish not to speak on it. Instead, moving one of his servos to hug her against his chassis gingerly.

“Soft mech,” she mouthed against his armor.

Blackout gave a quiet chuckle.

“Next time I see Arcee, I’m going to shake that femme like a ragdoll until I break her fragging neck.”

Optics flashing with alarm, Novastrike pulled her helm back to look up at him.

“Dear, you don’t need to-”

“She’ll be lucky if I make it that quick for her.”

“Blackout,” she hissed under her breath. “Love, that’s hardly necessary. I got a bit battered. Don’t we all?”

Nodding slowly, Blackout gave a quiet growl as he muttered, “Still going to beat the cocky slag out of her.”

“You are such a diva,” she teased with a slight smile. “Look, I’m fine. Nighthawk told me himself. I probably won’t be here in the med-bay very long. You don’t have to beat the snot out of every bot who makes me tumble and fall.”

“But I like to, and I’m good at it,” he argued quietly, pouting.

Rolling her optics, she pressed her faceplate into his armor as she mumbled, “You’re despicable, and I love you.”

“And I you,” he whispered quickly, glancing down at her with a warm smile. He placed his other servo upon Scorponok, the minicon chattering as he scratched under his chin.

For a nanoklik he glanced over to where Knock Out was suspiciously, but the medic seemed deep in staring at his reflection in some of the equipment Infiltrator had cleaned. He deadpanned before turning a smile back down to the little femme.

A groan captured Novastrike’s attention and she went to look back as Nighthawk helped Infiltrator climb on a berth. The drake slumped over the edge and wagged his only back leg hanging off the edge in the air. Opening his maw, he stretched his jaw in a yawn as he plopped his helm down. A dart was dangling from near his aft.

Novastrike let out a muted laugh, covering her mouth and hiding her faceplate against Blackout’s armor once more.

His armor vibrated lightly in response, a lovely hum moving through him from the depths of his chassis and throat.

“Nighthawk’s going to be searching for schematics on the tunnel later,” Blackout muttered, barely opening his mouth as he spoke in a whisper. “We’re going to need to figure out the most probable locations of the guards from the layout.”

“When are we doing to strike once we have the layout?”

Blackout looked up, looking over to Nighthawk as he pushed the remainder of Infiltrator’s rump on the berth. The poor old mech gave a heavy grunt, wiping at his brow in a gesture of exhaustion.

“As soon as every bot is good and healed,” he noted with a nod to the medic. “And we get Nighthawk the proper armor enhancement for his chassis so he’s not jeopardized by just having some scrap metal welded on.”

Breathing in slowly, Novastrike raised her helm up and down, her forehead brushing Blackout’s chassis. His digits curled around her, hugging her to his frame as he rumbled lightly.

It wouldn’t be much longer now, and they’d be seeing Cybertron, their homeworld, again. And although she knew this was the best choice at the time, she couldn’t help feeling shame and remorse, knowing that the Rising Star was out there and there was no way of knowing if any of the bots were still online.

#quid pro quo au #OTP Lit #OTP AU #Cute OTP #OTP Friends

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Roleplay Server Log #259

"Sea Dragons, Liz Transformed, Mix Fix”

[Doc] Is rather unhappily working on the quartz floor of the shrine. It's raining outside one half of the building and it's blazing hot on the desert side. The air is full of fish and rot stink.

[Buff] Do you even know what it is?

[Basil] Loud noises outside-

[Doc] It's horrible and it stinks!

[Endrea] Pokes her head in- What is that rancid smell?

[Doc] Waves hir hands vaguely at the pile of rot - THIS.

[Buff] It's a thingie!

[Endrea] - I can see that...

[Doc] It's got these flat things that look like leafy stuff, but I know it's supposed to be an animal!

[Buff] Looks at Endrea - I don't think we've met before. - Sticks out a huge hand- I'm Buff!

[Endrea] Politely takes his hand- I am Endrea

[Buff] Shakes it- You're really pretty mis.

[Doc] Uses a lance to lift away a chunk of flesh - I think I found the head. Finally.

[Endrea] - Thank you. Head, Doctor?

[Doc] Grabs something and drags it out a bit. It's a nasty looking skull with a long skinny snout and big empty eyesockets.

[Basil] Loud aggravated honking noise-

[Endrea] - I'm about ready to drag that thing out of the water and into the desert

[Doc] It's just hungry and angry. I'm working as fast as I can!

[Endrea] Grumbles- Doctor, do you mind if I stretch out into my larger form?

[Doc] Not at all. There's plenty of room even with this mess. Just try not to get any one you.

[Endrea] Shifts into her dragon form, shaking herself off a little before loafing-

[Buff] Is suprised- Whoah! I didn't know you were a dragon! You're still lovely though. Very fit and sleek.

[Endrea] Hums out her thanks-

[Buff] Leans over Doc as they try to clean the skull a bit in a cauldron of boiling water - How come it doesn't have any feet?

[Doc] I don't know! It doesn't seem to have teeth either.

[Endrea] - It almost appears dragon like, but as far as I know dragons do not exist out there...

[Doc] Dammit, I'm gonna have to ask Lie. I need an irl expert. I hope she doesn't cuss me out for exposing her to this awful smell.

[Buff] I'll go get her! I feel like doing some running anyway!

[Doc] Knock yourself out man.

[Buff] Righty-O! - Is off like a shot.

[Doc] Stares after him.

[Endrea] - Well he's... Energetic...

[Doc] He's a bit strange, but at least he's friendly and actually helpful.

[Endrea] Humms and then preens herself a little-

[Lie] Is trimming back the honesty blossoms a little-

[Buff] Comes racing up - Mis Lie!

[Lie] Yelps- Oh! Buff, hello

[Buff] Doc needs you urgently!

[Lie] - Oh, um, okay?

[CP] Comes outside-

[Buff] Picks her up like a child and runs away with her-

[Lie] Yelps-

[CP] - YOU FUCKER BRING BACK MY WIFE!

[Buff] Someone to race! Catch me if you can! - Is almost to the spawn already-

[CP] Teleports after them with a growl-

[Buff] Makes it to the shrine and carries Lie inside-

[Lie] Immediately gags- Oh fucking hell what is that!?

[Buff] We're not sure. That's why we needed you! That was a good run. Cp's a slowpoke though.

[Doc] I didn't mean kidnap her!

[CP] Teleports in and goes to punch Buff-

[Buff] Grabs his approaching hand and shakes it vigoriously - Good race! You'll win next time I'm sure!

[CP] Sets said hand on fire-

[Lie] Slips out of Buff's grasp- So uh... Why did you need me?

[Buff] Jerks his hand away - yow! Hot stuff.

[Doc] Because I'm trying to figure out what this is. It's something from the real world I've never seen before. It's got a long head like a dragon- gestures at the mostly clean skull - but all these plant bits attached to the skin, and I can't find any feet or flippers or anything.

[Lie] Frowns as she looks at it- I'm not sure... I mean, the leafy parts kinda remind me of a much smaller animal... But this is at least a hundred times bigger...

[Doc] This corpse was handed to me by a Leviathan. It could be a deepwater version of something normal.

[Lie] - Then maybe it's a freakishly large sea dragon?

[Doc] blinks- I though there were no dragons irl?!

[Endrea] - Sea dragon?

[Lie] - It's not an actual dragon, it's... Hard to explain? Here, I'll just give you a mental image...

[Doc] Stares - That's a real animal?! What the fuck?

[Endrea] - Are you certain that's not a plant?

[Buff] Looks like healthy eating for a big sea monster.

[Doc] No wonder I couldn't make heads or tails of it! It has a shell body?!

[Lie] - I think so? I'm not positive though... They're related to sea horses

[Doc] You have underwater horses?! I'm shocked you haven't bugged me to bring you some for your collection?!

[Lie] - Not actual horses Doc, they just kinda look like one- Gives another mental image

[Buff] Looks like a less fancy version of the weedy thing.

[Doc] Agreed. Are they big?

[Lie] - Not at all, they're actually quite small

[Doc] That's cute. And... I guess I can get rid of this stinky thing at least. The skull and one frond should be enough to work with.

[Buff] Shall I take it outside?

[Doc] Only if you'll bathe later.

[Buff] No problem! - Is already shoving the mass through the desert side door-

[CP] Considers locking Buff out-

[Doc] Cp, it's been a long time since you set something on fire besides yourself. Would you like to go incinerate it?

[CP] - Fuck yes- Goes outside ready to burn the corpse

[Buff] Rolls the mass down the hill and mops his brow before walking down himself-

[CP] Waits for Buff to get a bit closer before erupting it into flames-

[Buff] Skips backward and gets splattered a little as bits go flying- Whoah! That's one way to clean up! Good job Cp!

[CP] - I don't care what you think fucker

[Buff] Not now, but maybe someday you will. Making friends is an art!

[CP] Flips him off-

[Buff] Gives him a thumbs up-

[Liz] -Comes meandering with a sour face, nose scrunched unhappily-

[Buff] Waves - Hi Liz!

[Liz] Hhhhey!

[CP] Is just watching the flames-

[Liz] -Scoots around burning corpse to bump CP and Buff-

[Buff] Best not to do that! I've got a bit of a stink on, little one.

[Liz] Too late! Beside, not as bad as the burning version.

[Buff] Well, it will be gone soon. Cp's flames are pretty hot!

[CP] Cools down the flames to make it last longer-

[Liz] Good! Smells gross.

[Buff] Doesn't notice- And soon we're gonna have live ones! Big leafy water dragons!

[Liz] Are they gonna smell as gross as that one?

[Buff] Nope. Cause they'll be alive!

[Liz] That's good!

[Buff] And Basil won't cry anymore.

[Basil] Still making annoyed noises in the background-

[Liz] Basil? The thing Momma watched?

[Buff] Yeah, the big black sea monster that's filling up most of the bay. This is it's natural prey animal.

[CP] - So that's why Doc brought it back

[Buff] Someone named Levi gave it to hir!

[CP] - That would be the Leviathan...

[Buff] That's the one!

[CP] - What ever...

[Liz] -Nibbles on nails a bit before bouncing around and bumping head against CP gently-

[CP] - What is it?

[Buff] Excuse me for a moment- Wades into the little river

[Liz] Hi!

[Liz] -smiles up at CP-

[CP] - Do you want a treat? I might have dragonwort on me...

[Buff] Remembers he has some wood in his inventory and tosess a few chunks on the fire before going back to washing himself-

[Liz] Nope!

[Liz] Just wanna say hi. *plop to sit beside CP

[CP] - Well then hello to you to, getting into mischief?

[Liz] Not really, Mom's been tired a lot so I try to not make too much... *glance back and forth

[Liz] But! I drew a picture for a thing and I... maaay... have made a small mess?

[CP] - Good job kiddo

[Liz] They say it's not good to do that.. But Meh!

[Liz] -scratches horn base- Skeee says I gotta be more... uh.. prime? and proper! Cos' I'm special. But I'm just a kid, so I dunno what he means. What have you been up to?

[CP] - Recovering, I was injured...

[Liz] ! By what? You're so strong! Can I fight whatever hurt you?

[CP] - The false NOTCH...

[Liz] -Head tilt- What?

[CP] - I have two NOTCH's, the one spawned for me, and the one that took over... The one that took over not only managed to delete me, but delete Lie as well...

[Liz] Delete? Like.. Make go away? How! That's shitty. *pause, droop head and look around for parental units because shi used a bad word

[Liz] You should kill the bad one.

[CP] - We're trying

[Lie] Trying? Why not just do! Or is he like... Strong? Real strong?

[CP] - Very strong

[Liz] Oh! Huh... Stronger than you?

[CP] - Not for long

[Liz] That's good! Hard to believe anything stronger than you.

[CP] - Thanks kiddo, well, I'm going to check on my wife

[Liz] Alright!

[Doc] Just climbs into the lava fountain fully clothed and scrubs off - thank goodness. I feel like my sinuses were in full rebellion.

[TLOT] comes up from the kitchen hallway carrying the trunk. -Doc? I have what yo asked for.

[TLOT] Yeah. And it's a fucking command block in pieces.

[Doc] REALLY? Do you know what's on it?

[TLOT] Obviously a bit bummed- Deletion codes...

[Doc] Gets out too fast and spills a bit of lava on the floor- THAT BASTARD. We've got his ass now! There's no way that belonged to anyone else. How did we miss it before?

[TLOT] it was hidden in a wall with a booby trap that was set to blow up the house.... Stevie is not happy.

[Doc] Well.... At least he won't have any illusions now as to which side he should be on.

[TLOT] This is true.

[Doc] I'm taking this straight to Dawn!

[Basil] Tremendous angry wail-

[Doc] Then we take care of Basil....

[Doc] sticks the trunk in hir inventory and shifts, crowding Endrea slightly - I'm not even closing the door! I'll be super quick!

[Liz] -Trots up to the shrine, poking head in-

[Doc] Liz arrives just in time to see doc in their dragon shape knock a hole in reality itself and go racing through the broken tv on the other side. The portal stays open, statick all around its edges and bits of sand blowing inside and pixellating on the floor of the shrine

[Liz] ... What? -Slink up to peek into portal head tilting and expression curious.-

[Endrea] Has come that direction- I wouldn't go through there Liz

[Liz] Why? Where's it go?

[Endrea] - The real world, someplace that will cause you pain at first

[Liz] Sounds like trash. Why's Doc going? *plop to sit, look up at Endrea

[Endrea] - Because they have business out there

[Lie] Comes up after convincing CP to finish burning the corpse-

[Liz] Oh. ... But doesn't it hurt Doc? Or does Doc go out a lot?

[Endrea] - The pain is only once, then it doesn't hurt anymore

[Lie] - Talking about going irl?

[Endrea] - Yes Mistress

[Liz] Oh! That's cool. Have you gone out? *tilt head up at Endrea

[Endrea] - Yes, many times

[Liz] That's cool!

[Endrea] - Perhaps when you're older

[Liz] I gotta wait for Doc to get back, I gotta drawin' to show em! So I can look like Momma. *nod nod a bit and pop drawing out of inventory to proudly present to Endrea

[Endrea] - That's a very nice drawing Liz

[Liz] I can do better when I'm bigger, probably... But it's good for now!

[Endrea] - Yes it is, and I'm sure you'll surprise Mix and Sky with it

[Liz] It'll.. Also make it easier to get around in the house. *sheepish look

[Liz] It's gotta make Momma feel better, right? She'll like it!

[Endrea] - Yes, that's why most of us also have human forms

[Lie] - Make her feel better?

[Liz] Momma's tired a lot and doesn't go walking with us anymore. She went out the other day though!

[Lie] - She's really tired? How long has she been feeling tired?

-Liz sets the picture down and counts on hir paws a bit- [Liz] ...Uhh.... -Gives up and shrugs a bit- A While?

[Lie] Frowns in concern- Well, maybe you should mention it to Doc

[Liz] I planned to! When I showed Doc my picture!

[Lie] - Good, that's what you should do for somebody they care about

[Liz] Not be a meanie like CP? Even if he means good under all that mean?

[Lie] - He's not always a meanie. He's learning to be better all the time

[Liz] Yeah, but he's still a big meanie sometimes. Usually to people who are jus' trying to be nice!

[Lie] - It's because he doesn't know how to respond. Nobody had been nice to him in a very, very long time

[Liz] Then he should try being like them! He's real nice to kids like me! He was gon' give me a treat!

[Lie] - He's good with kids because he raised his brother who used to be a kid

[Liz] Then why's he mean to him too? *head tilt

[Lie] - They were both tricked by a very mean NOTCH who made Stevie an adult and turned them against each other. As soon as CP gained his eyes he went to Stevie to make sure he was okay, and Stevie had been tricked into thinking he was bad

[Liz] The Mean NOTCH that Cp talked about? That sucks.

[Lie] - Yeah it does, he was a lot worse when he first came here

[Liz] Momma says he yelled a lot on her first day here. He was loud a lot, wasn't he?

[Lie] - Very much so, he also killed the others here a lot more

[Liz] Huh... *chew on claws a bit, lowering head thoughtfully

-There's a bit of bird noise as some gulls are scattered by the doctor returning-

[Doc] shoots back through the hole and seals it behind hir. Phasing artfully through my the huge glass window and sliding back inside and down between the eyes of the Herobrine in the stained glass. Xe thumps down on the floor with a cruel smile. - the deed will be done tonight. And all she wanted was the buttons from the block. So I can work on reversing the actual information

[TLOT] Good. I hope she kills the bastard.

[Liz] Doc's back! *bounce bounce up

[Lie] Shudders a little as she remembers what happened to her-

[Doc] Pats Liz with a paw- how are you doing kiddo?

[Liz] I'm good! Look look, I brought a picture so you can make me look like Momma! *dart back to pick picture up and present it to Doc

[Doc] holds it in hir claws- Aww. I can do this. But I have to take care of Basil first. Just stay here, okay?

[Liz] Alright! I got time, Momma'll be happy to see me all bipidal like her she'll feel better! *plop to sit

[Doc] Lie? Could you furnish me with some plants? Nothing specific, just lots of big leaves.

[Doc] Wait? Feel better? What's wrong with Mix?

[Lie] - Sure- She concentrates and creates leafy seaweed like leaves

[Doc] Sets up hir own command block and places the skull on it while waiting for Liz to answer hir-

[TLOT] Leaves?

[Buff] Comes back from the side passage in to watch-

[Liz] Momma's tired a lot now. *chews on nails a slight bit

[Liz] Doesn't get up as much. She got out for the first time in a while the other day!

[Doc] That doesn't sound right, have her come see me for a checkup very soon, okay?

[Liz] I'll see if she'll get out of bed to. She just lays around... *pout

[Liz] Doesn't go for walks with us anymore.

[Doc] I'll walk you home when we're done then.

[Liz] -nod nod-

[CP] Comes back in- That things burnt to a crisp now!

[Liz] Good!

[CP] - Oh, you're still here

[Liz] Yep!

[CP] - Surprised one of your guardians hasn't come looking for you yet

[Liz] M a big kid! They don't gotta watch me!

[CP] - Are you sure?

[Liz]... Mostly. Skee could watch me, but he was reading so i didn't bother him....

[CP] - Did you at least let one of them know where you were going?

[Liz].... Yessss?

[CP] Gives her an "I don't believe you face"

[Liz] Kind of? I said it really fast while running up the stairs

[CP] Sighs- Oh joy...

[Liz] - sheepish grin-

[Doc] is listening while coding and adds a bunch of Lies foliage to the shape Xe's creating around the skull. The resulting thing is bigger then a horse, but easily manipulated in hir paws.

[Lie] - Wow, that thing really is huge...

[Liz] - scoots over to watch -

[TLOT] just let me know when it's my turn...

[Doc] I will, I will! I know this your area too.

[CP] - I thought you didn't like bringing large stuff to life TLOT?

[Liz] *blep

[TLOT] Only because I was afraid of getting in trouble. - he beams at them with pride in his friends- but since those close to my hearts slew the beast. I don't have to be afraid anymore.

[CP] Makes a gagging motion-

[Doc] We can't finish it in here anyway, it's a water creature. - Xe bundles up the creature into its codes and stuffs it in a spawn egg. It looks a bit like a creeper egg., all green and speckled

[Liz] - baps CPs knee with a paw - that's not nice! Smile!

[CP] - Smiling isn't my thing

[TLOT] Takes the egg gently and cuts his fingers on his teeth, painting it purple with blood and making it pulse softly-

[Liz] Then nod, or somethin!

[CP] Just pats Liz on the head-

[Liz] ya don't gotta be all scared and scary anymore! Ya got family. *nuzzle hand a bit

[CP] - It's part of my job to be scary

[Liz] Then be a nicer scary. Scary at the right people!

[Doc] He has a reputation to maintain Liz. Otherwise the other pastas will pick on him.

[TLOT] It's ready. You guys want to come outside and watch?

[Doc] You bet I do!

[Lie] - Sure

[Endrea] - It depends on which direction we're going

[TLOT] Heads up the short steps to the hallway below the signaling tower-

[Doc] Desert side Endrea.

[Endrea] - Then I will follow

[Doc] Just walks out through the wall and loafs where xe can see TLOT-

[Endrea] Steps outside and Lie follows her-

[Basil] Stirring in the pond, quiet for the moment-

[Liz] - trot out with to look at what's happening -

[Doc] Is entranced and hir eyes sparkle with wonder. - They're beautiful...

[Basil] Deep snuffling and a sudden thrashing as they try to turn around and get out of the bay without touching the lava falls.

[TLOT] Rolls the egg over in his hands and copies it several times. He holds it up and clicks it into the water again and again. The big weedy sea dragons spawn out in an arc and are visible for frozen moments as they plunge into the water and quickly swim away with their plantlike fronds twirling like fans in the clear water.

[TLOT] Leans out to see around the bridge better-

[Basil] goes roaring after the dragons with his jaws wide-

[TLOT] Guess we better make lots of those...

[Doc] No shit...

[Lie] - Lets hope they can breed on their own...

[Doc] If they can't, we'll just spawn a bunch periodically. Maybe it's time I coded for something to be a natural spawn. I've never done that.

[Liz] pretty.....

[Deer] In chat- What did you just make?

[Doc] We finished ressurecting the thing I had the corpse of, my dearest. You'll love em! Part dragon, head like a horse and covered with pretty leaf things.

[Deer] - Sounds bizarre...

[Doc] I'll spawn some for you later. I think Basil will eat all of these in short order since they haven't had them in a while.

[Doc] At Liz - Your turn kiddo. Then we go check on Mix.

[TLOT] There's something wrong with Mix?

[Doc] Apparently.

[TLOT] Why can't we just tp her here?

[Buff] I can go get her!

[Doc] No you can't! She lives deep underwater!

[Buff] Pouts-

[Liz] My turn! My turn!

[Doc] Unfurls the drawing again and makes a quick table of woodblocks - I think.... hmmm,, obsidian and black wool.... Xe starts crushing and melting blocks into pixels and sits down on hir hanches to shape a person sized doll out of the mass.

[TLOT] You're getting much faster at doing that.

[Doc] Practice makes perfect.

[Doc] Whats this pointy thing on top Liz? Is it a sagital crest? Or do you just want a pointy purple hat?

[Liz] Hair! I didn't make the back but.. Its hair, like mommas!

[Doc] Pulls out some purple wool and starts fiddling with it. - Your moms puffs out and down though. It's short- Starts trying to arrange the hair on the doll without much luck.

[Liz] Well yeah, but my crest goes up! Maybe try something sturdy to keep it up?

[Liz] Or I could style it...

[Doc] A little slime would keep it up. Mine just stands because I have so much natural statick. - Xe starts rolling a little tail and paints some stripes on it.

[Liz] Is that why? Huh. Cool! *cheerful smile

[Doc] Pinches up the stripes into purple bumps- Yeah, that's why it droops when my energy is low.

[TLOT] Spawns a few more sea dragons just to watch them leap and swim.

[Basil] Is barely visible on the horizon chasing one of the weedy sea dragons-

[Liz] Neat! -Leans in to watch Doc work, blepping slightly-

[Doc] Does some finishing touches and holds the limp body up like a doll- Does that look right to you?

[TLOT] Are you ready for Mix Doc?

[Doc] Just about, you should warn her first anyway.

[Liz] -Trot around to look at it- Hmmmm... Yeah!

[TLOT] Mentally to Mix - Doc wants to take a look at you. Are you busy, now-ish?

[Doc] Holds out the body- It'll vanish when you take it. That's normal. Just equipt it in the chest slot of your inventory.

[Mix] -In reply after a moment- Uh.... Give me a second to get some clothing on, then sure.

[Liz] -Takes body excitedly-

[TLOT] Waits-

[Doc] Go on Liz, try it out. Walking will take some practice, but you'll get the hang of it. This is a good place to practice. Falling on sand isn't too terrible.

[Liz] -Small pause before bam, humanoid kiddo!- Oooooo! *wobble onto butt and just, wiggle legs a bit experimentally, feeling everything with hir hands-

[Mix] Alright, now I'm ready.

[Doc] Puts hir tail fluff behind Liz to keep hir upright-

- /Tp Mixminer to HerobrineTheLordofTears/ -

[Doc] Now you can show your mom too.

[Mix] -Plops a little against TLOT, wobbling on her feet. She looks as tired as she probably feels. She looks like she threw the nearest shirt on, and it's probably Sky's as it's about 4 sizes too big for her tiny ass.-

[Liz] -Shakily gets to feet, although hir posture is highly based on bad balance. A tragic case of "Where did all my bodyweight go and how do I stand or do anything without it??".- Momma!

[Lie] Frowns a little in concern- Mix...

[Endrea] Goes to help Liz stand and find her balance-

[Mix] Hmm?

[Liz] This is neat..... *leaning on Endrea

[Doc] Is so concerned xe scoops up Mix in hir paws. - your colors are terrible! Everything so dull and gray and you, have a gem forming in your back?! Is that normal for your seed?! I know Nk has one...

[Lie] Spawns a few healing flowers-

[Mix] - startled, but now in Doc's paws - Uhh-- I... My brothers did... Notch's was gold though... *sleepy shrug, looking up at Doc

[Doc] is feeling over the gem, looking for any .exe files or hidden folders- it's a... Battery?

[TLOT] How interesting. It seems like so much associated with your home seed is crystal powered.

[Doc] Bites hir lip a little bit.- I know what you need but it's not gonna feel good at all. So my apologies in advance.

[TLOT] Do you need blood Doc?

[Doc] No actually what I need is- hir head swings around to face the big brine who is merely watching with a bored expression- Cp.

[CP] - What?

[Endrea] Is coaching Liz a little, having experience with not only herself but her three children as well-

[Mix] -Worried expression-

[Liz] -A very quick learner, Shi's walking, if a bit wobbly-

[Mix] Should I... Be worried?

[Endrea] - Good, your starting to get it now

[Liz] -Toddle toddle-

[Doc] No, I mean, it won't be fun. But I'm 96% sure it will work. Your crystal seems to have a good capacity for electrical load even though the stats are still forming.

[Mix] Oh-- You're gonna shock me aren't you? Oh--- This is gonna hurt.... *slight wiggle

[Doc] Cp remember that bolt you threw at me in the Nether? Hit me again. Aim for my tail so I can cushion the blow on Mix a little bit. It's gonna hurt me if that sweetens the pot for you.

[Mix] Ehhh.... ... If... If it makes me feel better...

[CP] Debates a little before summoning the lightning to his hand- Fine- He chucks it as hard as he can at Docs ass

[Doc] Hir teeth clamp too tightly shut to scream at the sheer voltage flowing through hir and xe crushes Mix painfully to hir chest trying to filter some of the raw power to avoid cooking the smaller creature. After several painful moments the power finds its level, leaving Mix full and Doc feeling like a burnt out light bulb. Xe topples slowly to one side and lets go of Mix- you... Fucker...

[CP] - That's my line

-Mix is mostly a ball of screaming pain throughout the voltage. She plops onto the ground and lays there for a second, staring ahead. The emerald in her back is glowing with frantic light.-

[Liz] Momma! Doc!

[Mix] -Slowly sits up, shivering a bit. Her colors are mostly back to normal, maybe even a bit brighter?- Woah---- Holy fuck. I.--- That's a lot of energy... -Slight rock in place-

[Endrea] - Shhh, see? She's alright Liz

[Liz] -Baring teeth a bit only to relax as Mix is alright- Mom! -Does the scramble to her, it's an odd mix(haha) of motions, clearly trying to go fast like shi usually would, but it doesn't quite match up with the new body-

[Endrea] - Careful

[Lie] Is pinching the bridge of her nose and grumbling under her breath over her husbands behavior-

[Endrea] - Liz, try keeping your feet a bit farther apart

[Doc] softly- Lie...?

[TLOT] Also approaches out of concern-

[Lie] - Yes?- Moves a bit closer to them

[Doc] I'm offically tattling on your husband for fucking my ass with lighting and not even buying me flowers or dinner first.

[Lie] - Oh trust me, there will be repercussions...

[Doc] Good.

[TLOT] Is trying not to laugh since Doc's obviously being sarcastic-

[Doc] Mix? Are you okay?

[CP] Approaches his wife- Come on, I did what Doc asked

[Lie] - No sex, two weeks

[CP] - WHY!?

[Mix] I feel so alive! I'm not tired at all anymore! -standing up a bit wobbly, looking at herself as Liz toddles over. throws an arm around her dragon kid and gives hir a big smooch to the forehead-

[Doc] Good. If no one minds, I think I'm just going to lay here for a bit, since the well-understood rule about not toasting the admins has been soundly violated.

[CP] - YOU TOLD ME TO!

[Mix] -Smooches Liz's head again before sifting a blanket from her inventory, delicately drapes it over Doc.-

[Doc] Thank you Mix. Not on my ass I didn't!

[Mix] No problem! Thanks again, really... But I should be getting this troublemaker home.

[Liz] But mooommmaaa

[Endrea] - They will need some clothes...

[Liz] Nooo! I don't need clothes!

[TLOT] We can toga for now. - Pulls on his shirt and multiplies the blue fabric until it's a long, wide strip. Artfully he winds it around Liz and then tosses the end over hir shoulder. - There you go.

[Liz] Laaammmeeee... Dragons don't need to be dressed!

[Mix] Oh hush, its better than getting gasped over if someone spots you! *herd herd the Liz

[Mix] Bye, thanks again! Life saver, really.

[Lie] - Hey Doc, while we're here...

[Doc] Is laying with hir forked tongue hanging out just a teeny bit. - yus?

[Lie] - Pretty sure I'm well enough now for you to take one of my hearts to give CP, if your up for it that is...

[CP] - Lie...

[TLOT] That is going to hurt....

[Lie] - I know, but even though he won't admit it it will give CP a bit more peace

[CP] - Rather not have to have one of your hearts

[Doc] We have demonstrated why it's a good idea though...

[TLOT] I'll make something to keep it in. Save you a little effort. - He takes a gold ingot and an emerald from the creative and starts picking them apart on the wooden blocks Doc left out.

[CP] Flips Doc off-

[Doc] I guess I'll need to be smaller. I don't want to hurt you needlessly. - Xe shrinks down and ends up laying flat on the ground.

[Lie] Takes a breath to steady herself and CP moves behind her-

[TLOT] Holds up the finished locket. It's more the size of a pocket watch, but it is heart shaped. The front has two overlapping emerald leaves, and he squeezes a small latch to make them pop open like a pair of wings.

[Lie] - It's beautiful TLOT

[TLOT] Blushes slightly-

[Doc] No, don't stand. You come down here. Sit across from me at least.

[Lie] Moves so she's sitting in front of Doc-

[Doc] Levers up from the ground and sits cross-legged, facing her. Xe steadies hirself, still looking rather frazzled, and lays a hand gently on Lie's chest.

[Lie] Small pull away at Doc touching near boobs-

[CP] Growls-

[Doc] Easy. I'll be as gentle as I can. - Xe makes a little bit of statick around hir fingers and traces a small hole -

[Lie] Looks away a little-

[Doc] Brushes a fingertip along her heart cluster and settles on one near the bottom, close to the redstone heart that's pulsing softly and throwing a bit of reddish light across hir features-

[Lie] Flinches a little at the contact-

[Doc] Melts the connection and plucks the tiny heart from her chest. Xe puts hir other palm on Lie's sternum to keep her from toppling as the hole closes. - Done.

[Lie] Lets out a whine of pain and CP moves quickly, gathering her into his arms and trying his best to soothe her-

[TLOT] Closes the locket around the small heart and holds it gently.

[Doc] Stays sitting. - Sorry Lie...

[Lie] - It... It's okay...- She curls into CP's embrace

[TLOT] I have a muffin if you want it. A little food will help you heal.

[Lie] - Thanks- She holds her hand out for it

[TLOT] Smiles and passes it to her- It has little white dots on the top that are immediately recognizable as lightning berries.

[Doc] Smiles- Just expanding your repitoire huh?

[TLOT] What can I say? They taste good.

[Lie] Nibbles on the muffin, relaxing in CP's familiar warmth-

[CP] - Give it to me- He doesn't like TLOT holding Lie's heart

[TLOT] Offers it- No need to be so gruff. I know you'll take good care of it.

[Doc] Hopefully we won't ever need to use it.

[CP] Pockets it for now as he stands, lifting his wife as he goes-

[Lie] - I suspect we're heading home

[CP] - No shit

[Doc] It's okay Lie. I need to go ground myself anyway.

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