touou-gakuens

[finer-k0alateez]

i’m not a brat tamer i’m a dom in a world full of switchy bratty subs

[yamysunmoon]

Princess's reward

Summary: You've been Jenna's lover for a few months now. You meet in hotel rooms whenever you can. Jenna is promoting her latest projects in Venice when you decide to pay her a visit.

Words count: 5-6k

Warnings: MDNI +18, d/s dynamic, sub! Jenna, stone top Y/N, choking, clothed sex, dirty talk, crying during sex (a little tear), praise kink, kinda bratty.

n/a: Verbal consent. First one shot in tumblr and english is not my first language :) hope you enjoy!

You were scrolling distractedly through social media when a notification popped on your screen. Jenna had posted photos.

More than Jenna herself, her team, you thought. Even so, you clicked immediately with a slight tension of anticipation growing in the lower part of your belly.

You watched each photograph closely. Jenna posing on that red carpet in that red dress. Her lips, also bright red, the wavy lines that traced her hair, her bangs forming a beautiful arc over her forehead. Her smooth and delicate skin, her mouth displaying that perfect and relaxed smile, those adorable dimples. You kept zooming in on each photograph when a new notification arrived. She had posted another update.

A smile was now forming on your lips. Jenna drinking coffee with those sunglasses and that t-shirt and that pose and those jeans. You remembered those photos perfectly. She had sent them to you the day before.

You sighed, looking out the airplane window. Glacing at your vintage silver wristwatch you noticed there were only 20 minutes left to reach Venice. Unable to resist the temptation, you opened your messaging app.

Hey my dear, barely 20 minutes to get to the airport.

Saw the instagram pictures btw. That dress suits you perfectly, you look beautiful.

She should still be at the interview she had told you about hours earlier, you guessed. She had sent you her full schedule as soon as she got to Venice, days ago. You loved it when she gave you all the information you needed to know where she was, and when, without even have to ask for it. Her complience made you go nuts sometimes.

You could imagine how tired she must already be, with it barely being 10 in the morning. She had been going back and forth for days promoting her new projects, attending interviews and public events of various kinds. You recalled in your mind her voice over the phone the night before, the way her raspy voice spoke to you, whispering how much she missed you and how little she could bear it. You had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

You were surprised when a vibration on your cell phone snapped you out of your thoughts.

Jenna: hey my love. Charlize will pick you up as we agreed. I think I'll be able to make it to the hotel on time. I can't wait to see you.

A sly smile graced your face. The first few times you two started texting, you were insecure about Jenna's style of writing. No emoticons, dry expressions and full stops. You soon learned a lot of things about her tho.

When she's at work and finds a few minutes to be able to text you -she makes that time to text you-, she doesn't even realize she sounds so "serious".

But then, when the nighttime comes and after taking a long bath, with her bathrobe still covering her body, she calls you, asks you animatedly how your day has been and reminds you how much she wants you, all doubts dissipate.

You decided not to reply to that message to heighten the anticipation. However, even though you were able to control yourself in action, your mind could not do the same and began to recall your previous encounters. The first time you met in that private area of one of the most exclusive clubs in L. A., when Charlize, her most trusted bodyguard, picked you up a few streets over and took you to her. How she waited for you with her legs crossed and those black stilettos, and one of her irresistible black suits.

Memories of that first night began to play out in your head without any censorship. Her sideways smiles as she teased you, the way her cheeks took on a light pale pink with the hints you murmured near her ear so she could hear you over the music. The way her nails grazed your arm for the first time, to, hours later, scratch you all over.

Her eyes, oh, her coffee brown eyes. Steaming, hot brown coffee. Chocolate eyes melting, dripping all over your body, ogling every nook and cranny and every detail they could absorb. She was looking at you in a way that you had never been looked at before.

"I'm starting to want you more than I can handle" she had whispered to you, after a couple of cocktails and too many leers. She had moved dangerously close to your ear to utter those words, then pulled away just enough to look deep into your eyes, raising her eyebrows slightly, looking down at you. A gaze that suggested some desperation and a lot of willingness to be blown away.

You then realized she was handing the power over to you. She was letting you decide if you were ready to commit to this madness with her. Things had changed since that night, but back then she was proposing that night. That's all you had: one night.

You plopped down on the headrest of your comfortable seat in the VIP area of the plane in the same way you had settled that night, months ago, on the pillows of her bed. The sensation of her warm body on yours invaded all your senses. Her legs around your torso, her hands on the back of your neck. Your hands caressing her tummy, then going from her upper back to her shoulder blades. One hand going up to her nape, pushing her to your lips. The other groping the elastic of her suit pants, asking for permission. You remembered perfectly her whisper, barely a strand of voice leaving her red, maroon lips.

"You can do whatever you want to me".

You smiled mischievously and opened your eyes, shaking your head. It wasn't really "whatever you wanted," but rather what the two of you had agreed upon in endless conversations before you started seeing eachother.

Meeting people backstage in the celebrity world had never suited you as well as when you got to meet her. A few minutes backstage at a random event, which led to following each other on Instagram, which led to getting her number, which led to intimate messages late at night.

Conversations about power, control, and seduction. You told her about submission. She started by joking about it, saying that she could never let anyone have that kind of dominance over her. She went on to say that maybe you could. She ended by asking you to accept hers.

You continued to learn about the d/s dynamic together, and agreed on initial boundaries and desires. Promises of what you could do to her, and be for her. Of the way you could put her mind and body at ease. Of the way you could set her free. And that night, in that LA hotel, you put them into practice. And boy, did you both like it.

Now you looked out the window and noticed that the hard concrete of the landing zone was getting closer and closer. You couldn't suppress a shiver that ran through your whole body, you didn't know if it was caused by the imminent landing or the imminent encounter with your precious submissive. Deep down you knew.

You walked through the front door of the hotel without any problem. The few people who should know you could pass knew that. Everything was handled as subtly as possible, protecting the privacy of the person they worked for, following her orders.

You were presented with stairs covered with a beautifully red carpeted floor. You climbed them on your way to the elevators that could be seen at the back of the entrance. One of them opened and Winona Ryder stepped out. You crossed paths but only dared to give her a brief smile, without looking directly at her. Had Jenna told her about you? You weren't used to running into celebrities from time to time. Charlize stood next to you.

“Surprised, huh?”

“She's a legend,” you said in a whisper of restrained excitement. She chuckled under her breath. She walked you to the open elevator and pressed buttons 4 and 5.

“You get off at 5. Room 513. She arrived about 15 minutes ago” she reported looking at her wristwatch. You nodded. There wasn't much more to say.

You could have engaged her in friendly conversation, but you could only watch the elevator screen indicating how you were getting on. Silently. This always happened to you; you were in that moment before you saw her in which your thoughts, actions and behavior were all directed towards her.

The doors opened on the fourth floor and Charlize said goodbye to you with a brief bow, you nodded in farewell. The doors closed and you felt yourself ascending a few more feet. Ascending towards your personal Heaven.

You stepped out of the elevator at a steady pace. You felt the weight of your whole body on your black military boots, you felt the skin rubbing against each garment you were wearing. You readjusted your watch, the one she had given you, and repositioned the necklace you were wearing, also a gift from her. Maybe she was your submissive, but you were her property.

“513” the plaque read. You gulped and touched up your hair, which you wore loose. One more shaky breath before you knocked softly on the door. Two sure knocks, as always.

“Come in” you heard from inside. Oh, that voice. You turned the doorknob without any hesitation.

You found yourself in a spacious room. The floor was covered with the same red carpet that protected the entire floor of the hotel. To your right, large windows lit up the room, but someone had already covered them with thick, translucent white curtains. In front was the king sized bed with an ornate wooden headboard. The room was chaste and classically decorated, in the most typical Viennese style.

It didn't take you long to notice that just before the bed someone had placed a low table that probably wasn't meant to be there. On it various plates with fresh fruit, freshly baked croissants and macarons in various pastel shades.

From your left you heard the sound of water running. You approached. To the right was a dressing room, and to the left was the door leading to the bathroom. A half-open door separated you from your girl.

“Babe, can i come in?”

“No!” she reacted instantly. “Give me a few minutes” the sound water running ceased. ”Go eat something, I got it for you.”

“Okay milady” you replied teasingly, earning a short sardonic laugh from her. She would always need to be fully prepared before seeing you, everytime to met. You found it really cute, yet kinda incomprehensible.

You would remind her that you had already seen her without all of that, without being THE Jenna Ortega, but simply Jenna, she would just smile shyly and confess that she wanted to be perfect for you. “At least before you ruin me completely” she used to add.

You went back to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. You smiled as you realized that Jenna had wanted to place the table as close to the bed as possible. You both knew brunch wouldn't last long.

You had caught quite a few planes for her lately, and she always greeted you with a big feast of her own preparation. You decided to grab a fresh strawberry from the fruit platter, feeling its juices expand in your mouth. You wanted to have the perfect taste when Jenna came out of that bathroom.

Strolling your gaze around the suite, you noticed a scarlet red suit folded on a chair, along with underwear and black platform heels resting next to it. You didn't have time to discover much more before you heard the door open. A broad smile appeared on your lips as soon as you saw her.

She was wearing a black and red plaid corset and matching skirt. Her hair fell straight and shiny over her shoulders, and a deep red lipstick highlighted her lips. She looked at you with those dark eyes, adorned with a subtle touch of eyeliner and mascara.

“Sorry babe, you know i don't usually keep you waiting”. Finally, her voice came directly to your ears, without having to go miles from cell phone to cell phone.

Your eyes sparkled. "This time I'll give it to you," you conceded, assuming that slightly permissive role she liked so much on occasions like that. Your rules were strict but you both got a kick out of cheating from time to time.

You remained motionless as he approached you. Only a small twinkle in her eyes gave her away. She came closer until she was standing in front of you and your hands were resting on the bed. You looked down at her. She looked back at you and smiled showing those beautiful teeth.

An almost imperceptible nod from her gave you permission to wrap your arms around her waist in a needy embrace. You rested your head on her abdomen and it wasn't long before you noticed her hands stroking your silky hair.

“Ugh... how I've missed you” you confessed against the fabric. Your choked voice rumbling against her gut. She breathed in deeply in a way you interpreted as relief. You heard the air rush into her body.

“You're finally here” she sounded calm, peaceful. At ease.

You lifted your head and rested your chin on her belly. With your hands you caressed her lower back. She looked down at you from above and smiled. “You look incredible” you spoke softly, as if you wanted to prevent anyone from overhearing you.

Everyone, literally the whole universe knows that Jenna Ortega is gorgeous and looks amazing, but no one was lucky enough to contemplate her as you were at that moment.

“That's why I like to get ready before seeing you,” she said insightfully. You smiled slightly and your hands descended to her ass, which you squeezed gently. She gasped and closed her eyes. Involuntarily she moved her hips towards you. You rested your forehead on her skirt and breathed in her scent. That expensive and elegant perfume mixed with her own scent emanating from her skin....

“Let's eat something” she proposed pulling away from you abruptly and sitting down next to you. You blinked several times and looked at her. She was smiling flirtatiously. She loved to keep you waiting.

She decided on one of the freshly made croissants and that's when she saw the bitten strawberry on the table. She rose her gaze back at you. “Are they yummy?” she then noticed your lips, reddened by the juice of the fruit.

“Try it yourself” you challenged her. She raised her eyebrows. She seemed to hesitate for a few seconds during which she alternated looking into your eyes and at your lips. She half-opened her own, surely imagining your taste in those moments. Finally, she took a bite of her croissant and chewed slowly. Then she offered you a piece. “Try this and I'll try the strawberries” she resolved. Captivated by her charm, you laughed at her joke and agreed.

You switched the sour taste of the red fruit and the enveloping sweetness of the croissants with a relaxed conversation. She asked how your flight went and wanted to know more about everything that had happened to you in the previous days. Every evening you talked on the phone but she was usually too tired to pick up specifics. Then you asked her about the interview, which had been with Winona and you also talked a bit about her.

You loved the way her eyes sparkled in admiration of her partner. She kept yapping about her co-workers and the movies they both liked, smiling sideways when she remembered funny anecdotes on set, frowned adorably when reminiscing about confusing and amusing moments and she giggled softly when you blurted out wry and witty remarks.

You were drawn towards her. Everything she did seemed appealing to you. Every move, every gaze, every smile. The way she gestured with her hands, how she crossed and uncrossed her legs, how she tilted her head, and how she scrunched her nose. The freckles that dotted her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose called to you, it was urgent to kiss them. She kept talking but your attention had reached its limit.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at you. A teasing smile decorated her appetizing lips. “What are you doing so close?” she inquired curiously, looking you up and down. You then realized how close you have got without even thinking it through. It was quite literally that you were drawn towards her. Like the Earth is drawn towards the Sun.

You let out an airy laugh. “I didn't even realized” you confessed amused, running your gaze over her torso. That damn corset was distracting you. She smiled sideways, revealing a lovely dimple. God, Jenna and her dimples.

You watched every detail of her face closely before finally looking into her eyes. You were getting closer and closer. Yet she wasn't moving an inch. There was nothing she liked more than to tease you until you took the initiative. There was nothing she liked more than to show herself completely ready for you. Waiting for you.

After a few torturous seconds that felt like forever, Jenna looked at your lips. She licked her lower lip lightly, and the warm pink of her tongue contrasted with the maroon of her lips. Her gaze returned to yours, locked together.

And finally, a slight, very slight nod subtly ruffled the strands of her bangs. You gasped. You had permission. You couldn't wait any longer.

You ended the distance between the both of you and drew her closer by resting your hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in a demanding gesture until your lips met at last. You made a superhuman effort to stifle a moan of satisfaction. She, however, did not hold back and let it out, free, from between her teeth, as her lips parted allowing your tongue to conquer her mouth.

You engaged in a wet, perfectly pulsating kiss. Your kiss swayed between a sweet, rhythmic softness and an anxious, slightly desperate depth. Jenna pulled her body closer to yours and placed her hands on your abdomen, pulling your shirt towards her. She needed you, she needed you badly, but you wouldn't touch her until she begged.

You kept kissing her, wanting to express the latter with your lips, and she was quick to get the message. You could feel the trembling in her hands gripping your shirt, and your bodies were so close that you could feel her thighs coming together and parting just enough, in an urgent gesture.

Your breaths were quickening, so you slowed down the kiss. Your tongues caressed each other and she relaxed her whole body, welcoming you into her mouth, letting you take control. Your hand was still on the back of her neck, guiding her and turning her head slightly at your whim. She kept tugging at your shirt, tugging at you. She wanted you all over her.

Her breathing kept quickening even though your gestures were slow. You kept each other at bay. She would decide the starting gun, but nothing else would happen unless you dictated it. You were kissing her lips carefully when she parted only a few millimeters.

The look she gave you seemed even sad. “Y/N. Please. I beg of you. I want you so much i'm about to cry.”

Her eyebrows rose through the thickest area in an almost pathetic gesture of desperation. Her eyes were watery, dulling her already smoldering brown gaze. The brown of her iris was actually darker at that moment, like a beautiful pyrope stone.

You were lost in her gaze as she alternated looking at you in one eye and the other, in silent questioning. Her lower lip trembled with frustration. You almost felt sorry for her, how much she wanted you.

“Can I take you, then?” you asked at last, controlling the tremor in your voice admirably. You were dying for her too, but you had to show temperance for both your sakes. You were the one who held you both as you fell into the void. You had to be. She had to be able to fall into you. And there was nothing you longed for more.

She nodded fervently. You raised an eyebrow and lowered your head slightly in a serious gesture. “Are you capable of handling me?” you inquired insistently. Her hands, which had remained loyally attached to your shirt, ascended to your shoulders. You glanced sideways at them before looking at her again.

“I am ready to have you” she assured in a sentencing tone.

You looked into each other's eyes and found it. That look in her iris. That way in which, paradoxical as it seemed, she was able to demand that you possess her. Her way of offering you her submission, in the most dominant way.

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds before you pounced on her like a predator on its prey. Your hands traveled to her waist lifting her up and carrying her to the bed as your tongues met again.

You held her firmly and carefully, but dropped her onto the mattress allowing her body to crash against it. Her eyes widened in a gesture somewhere between surprise and excitement. In the process of the fall she was forced to release her grip on your shoulders, and now her hands held her on her palms. You watched her as you kneeled on the bed. She placed her legs on the sides of your body, tilted her head and raised an eyebrow delightfully. She smiled showing her teeth a little.

There was something so romantic about her submission to you. The way she surrendered not just her body but her whole being to you. The way her eyes looked at you, through you, not just with lust but with complete trust.

You would do anything for her.

You crawled up to her and kissed her again, slowly. She lifted her hips toward your body. You put a hand on her waist and pushed her back on the mattress, firmly. She stifled a moan into your mouth. She finally agreed to lie down and you directed both hands to the belt of her skirt. She put a hand on your chest, you stopped instantly in anticipation of some boundary. Instead, she parted just enough to look at you. “Maybe that's not necessary” she suggested in a seductive smile.

You scrutinized explanation in her gaze with a frown, confused. She lowered her gaze to her skirt in response. Could it be...?

With your hands you descended to her thighs, which you squeezed, and went upwards. She raised her knees, bent her legs, and spread them. You looked at her as your hands slipped under her skirt. You stifled a deep sigh as you found her luscious wetness already bathing her labia majora and even a bit of her groin. No panties. You pulled one hand out to grab her neck in a passionate kiss, while the other yielded to her charms and began to give her exactly what she needed.

“Baby, how wet you are...” you praised between kisses. You kept holding her neck in a solid gesture and she placed her hand over yours. You squeezed lightly, fulfilling her silent wish. The cold metal of your watch contrasted with her warm skin.

“All because of you. Its-for y-you. My beloved” she admitted worshipping you with that hard, wet look. Your massage on her cunt deepened.

“Do you respect me so much? Are you so obedient?"

She nodded and pressed your hand. You squeezed a little tighter, testing her limits. You weren't kissing her now, she needed to breathe. You both knew that if you kissed her the air could barely cross her throat, and yet she raised her head, longing for your lips on her.

You kept looking at her, waiting for something more. Your hand was still working under her skirt and her hips followed your rhythm with gusto. Was there anything she wouldn't do for you?

“I want...” you began, and your thumb ran along her cheekbone, her smooth skin. She watched your lips listening to every word you uttered. “I want you to touch yourself. I want to see how much you want me in you. You have to earn it.”

Her lips opened slightly, letting in air. She was breathing through her mouth, and as you loosened your grip thinking maybe it was too much, her hand squeezed yours again.

“I can do it” she assured referring to both your command and your grip. She then released your hand and began to roam her own body with it, descending to under her skirt. Her gaze descended with it and you could appreciate the length of her thick eyelashes. She began to stroke her clit while you focused on massaging her entrance in circles. “I can do this and much more, as long as I have you...” she breathed ‘in me" she looked up into your eyes.

You finally broke the distance that separated the both of you so you could kiss her face. She closed her eyes tightly trying to manage your caresses, your kisses and your strong grip on her neck. She closed them so tightly that a furtive tear escaped from her tear duct. You kissed her, her salty desire made liquid reaching your lips.

“Precious princess...” you whispered, and kissed her chin. She lifted it a little so you could continue touching it with your lips, and in those she slightly moved her whole body as well. She unintentionally brushed a knee against your crotch. You jumped with a start and opened your eyes instantly.

“S-sorry, didn't mean to-”

“It's okay. You may touch me” your voice was hoarse and your eyes had probably darkened, the way she was looking at you. Her free hand ascended to the nape of your neck and caressed under your jaw. You nodded to underline your conviction, so she moved her leg again without taking her eyes off you. You adjusted yourself against her knee until the friction was perfect. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Jenna knew she couldn't stimulate your cunt directly. You had always been very clear about this, and she had always respected it. On occasions like that, however, even a girl like you would welcome a touch like that, over your clothes.

You needed no more to feel yourself melting over her. You released your hand from her neck, much to her disgrace, and kissed her deeply. You lowered your kisses to her neck and noticed that there was a shallow reddish imprint of your fingers. You stopped your kisses. “It can be hidden with makeup, Y/N” she resolved, reading your thoughts. “Please don't stop” she whispered. You smiled and drew a line of saliva down her neck, the muscles of which ticked as she lifted her head to receive you.

Underneath her skirt, your fingers were still massaging her without entering her yet.

She was rubbing urgently. “Slow down” you commanded. “You are not coming till I say so” you reminded her.

She gave you an annoyed, almost hateful look, drawing a sly laugh from you. “Damn you...” she muttered coming closer to your mouth. You pulled away a little preventing her from kissing you.

“Uh?” you stopped your touch on her cunt and with your fingertips you traced her labia minora at a torturous slowness. “What did you say?” you lifted your hips pulling your own crotch away from her knee.

You could see how much of an effort she had to make in order to stay still . She gulped, alarmed.

“I apologize,” she said instantly. “Damn me. Ruin me, Y/N.”

“Are you going to behave?” you asked somewhat angrily. A mixture of indignation and disapproval permeated your words.

“Yes” she granted instantly. “I can prove it to you” she added, willingly. She was trying to convince you. "Please, forgive me".

You moved closer to her and she looked at your lips. You rested your crotch on her knee again and she let out a sigh of relief over you.

“I know you can do it. But are you going to?” you inquired feigning skepticism. Now that you were close, you noticed she had stopped masturbating. You knew then that she wouldn't continue until you told her to.

“Yes, my beloved. I am going to do whatever it takes to fulfill your desires” she pledged complacently.

You granted her a laddish smile at last and resumed your massage on her body. “That's how I like it, my princess... You look so gorgeous when you are this obedient” you reaffirmed satisfied, indeed.

You continued your touch whispering praises, massaging her tits with your free hand, over the corset. She removed her hand from your neck and grabbed the fabric of her corset. She looked up at you, “Pull it a little down for me” you whispered. She managed to pull it back just enough for her dark areolas and erect nipples to show themselves to you.

You contemplated her for a few seconds, she moved her fingers over her chest in a distracted gesture. She adored being admired by you.

“Beautiful creature... Show yourself to me” you demanded in a hoot. She lifted her head almost instinctively, as if it were possible to expose herself further.

You attacked her skin with restrained excitement, it was hard to hold back when she got like this. Her collarbone ready to be bitten by you, her breasts exposed and her clothes still covering her body, but with nothing to hide. You ran all over her chest drawing incomprehensible strokes with your lips to anyone but the two of you. You whispered praises incessantly, and she answered with moans of pleasure and choked moans.

“Don't hold it back. Don't hold yourself back, princess. Give it all to me” you encouraged her. “Gorgeous girl...” you continued, and this was the only time she allowed herself to interrupt you.

“Your gorgeous girl” she shamelesly corrected you in a desperate whine. “Your gorgeous girl. As you are my beloved, i'm yours. Im enterely yours.”

She dared to look at you shyly suddenly, for she knew she was bordering on the limits of your agreement. “My beloved lover” she said anyway. She was submitting to you in the most vulnerable way. And oh, she was getting rewarded.

You smiled softly and entered her in response. She closed her eyes and threw her head back moaning your name. She kept whispering that she was yours as you kissed her and she rode you, wiggling her hips deliciously against your fingers.

As she wiggled she massaged your cunt with her knee. You also moved against her, slowly feeling the consciousness leave your body. You attacked her tits, her chest and her neck in equal parts. You caressed her whole body and the cold metal of your watch caressed her curves. Your silver pendant brushed against her skin. She trembled beneath you, closer and closer to the precipice.

Your hand ascended to her collarbone and she caressed your palm, closing her eyes and sighing completely transfixed.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked at you. She was watching you in a way that only she could see you.

“Time stops when we are together” she confided to you in a tone of secrecy. At that moment she was caressing your watch. “I bought you this watch so you could count minutes while we are appart. But it all dissapear when we meet”.

Your fingers were deep in her, you moved in and out slowly and carefully, just as her words were coming out of her mouth. She let out a moan from the effort, she was having a hard time holding on, she wouldn't last much longer.

She looked at you again and it was all it took for her to take the watch from you in a single gesture. In a mocking fit, she held it between her teeth smiling at you. She raised an eyebrow. Irresistible.

“My gorgeous girl. Mine” you dared to say. She half opened her mouth in wonder, and the watch fell to her neck. You brushed your nose against hers in a barely perceptible caress. A delicate display of affection as, under her skirt, your fingers moved in and out of her inner lips at their whim, at just the right speed and pressure. You swayed against her knee and her hand rubbed her clitoris eagerly.

“Am i touching myself how you want me to?” she asked as she realized you noticed her speed.

You nodded and penetrated her as deep as you could. “Yes, princess. You're behaving so well for me. You're making me feel so good... Are you gonna cum?"

“I'm so close” she assured closing her eyes. You took her chin and she opened her eyes. “I'm gonna stop if you quit looking at me. Don't stop looking at me.” She bit her lower lip, looked at your lips and stifled a moan of frustration.

“I don't want to lose detail of your expression when you cum” you admitted in a whisper. She agreed with a look.

“Please, please Y/N... Kiss me afterwards” was all she asked.

“Of course, my dear” you granted instantly. She was your spoiled princess.

Her body trembled barely a minute later and she let herself be carried away by you as she drenched your fingers in a glorious orgasm. You rubbed against her until you released yourself, and continued to wiggle against her as you kissed her, as she requested. You slowly pulled out of her and interrupted your kiss to take your fingers into your mouth. You sucked them down their full length under her watchful and satisfied gaze.

“Hm... So Delicious” you praised, once again.

She gave you one of her irrisistible smiles.

"Just for you".

[thestarsandskyaboveus]

{Referencing this post: https://www.tumblr.com/thestarsandskyaboveus/753738995967705088/help-i-did-not-realize-my-inbox-wasnt-open-send?source=share}

Can I request Asra x reader, where Asra brings back all sorts of new trinkets and clothes for himself and reader. Its just that most of his just end up in reader's hands/closet! Lmao I hc that reader has sticky fingers with anything Asra brings back from his trips and Asra just entertains it cause he finds it adorable (am I rambling? yes, yes I am, its Asra how can I not? 🙆🏻‍♀️ Suits him right for being gone for so long )

hello!!! absolutely you can (asra is such hyperfixation for me rn he brings me so much joy)

a warm winter hat.

The nights were always the worst.

The days without Asra were difficult too, of course- a busy shop and no help with rowdy customers was never a fun time. but truthfully it was the nighttime that made you miss them most, alone in the dark with your thoughts. which is why you jump up at run to the front door when you hear it click, even despite the time of day.

sure enough, you scamper downstairs and face a struggling asra, juggling several large linen bags full of... well. actually you're not really sure what's in there. never the less, you dart forward to help him before he makes a mess. more of a mess.

"oh!" asra startles slightly. "y/n. you're supposed to be asleep."

"it's hard to sleep without you..." you whine. "it gets cold at night."

asra chuckles. "well, you're in luck. i've just brought us home some goodies from nevivion."

you scowl. "you went to nevivion without me?"

"i know, i know, i'm sorry!" asra raises his hands innocently. "but truly, you should blame ilya."

"oh, should i." you ask dryly.

"yes. definitely. he was the one who dragged me there, after all. got me all caught up in his silly pirate gang politics."

"pirate gang politics."

they nod earnestly, taking you into their arms. "i know i sound like i'm making excuses, but he really did need my help, dove. i'm sorry. you know i would never leave you alone on purpose. i promise to take you with me next time."

you sigh and squeeze him back. "...fine. you're forgiven."

you nuzzle into their shoulder. god, you missed them. you snuggle as close as they'll let you get, which is pretty damn close. they laugh softly, fondness dripping and oozing from their voice.

"aww..." he kisses your forehead. he pats your back. "thank you, sweets. c'mon, dove. come check out what i brought home."

you nod. they pull a fur hat out of a linen bag, one with ear flaps and a strap, and put it on to model for you. truthfully, it looks a bit silly on them, their fluffy hair straining against the hat and poofing out the bottom every which way. you crack a smile.

"i'll be stealing that later."

[codfishing]

Part 3 of outlaw 141 gang

While you were able to fall asleep initially, you couldn’t exactly stay asleep. Between the interruption in your life and the deviation from your usual routine, you tossed and turned in the admittedly comfortable bed, unable to get decent rest.

It was maybe only after a couple hours that you gave up and got up, grumbling as you pulled the curtains open again to glare outside. You partially hoped they had coffee, though only out of necessity; the taste was dreadful but you’d be damned if it didn’t help you somedays to get through your chores.

There was idle chatter down on the lower floor as you opened the door, though it stopped as you stomped down the stairs, ignoring the four men that all had their eyes on you as you appeared.

“Awake already?” You heard Price ask in surprise, pausing his writing of something in a journal from the small table against the wall.

“Not of my own free will,” Came your clipped reply as you looked around for a basket or container or something.

That drew a laugh from a few of them, you weren’t sure from who but you didn’t care to look either. After finding nothing that suited your needs, you huffed and began picking up the clothes that were strewn about, reluctantly draping them over your arm as you went and not bothering to figure out which ones were clean and which were actually dirty.

You had to pull a few out from under the two men on the couch, whom you figured to be Soap and Gaz (ridiculous names in your opinion), both complaining slightly as you did which you paid no heed to. You made sure to stay clear though of Ghost, who was posted up in the corner of the room as he cleaned his guns, his eyes trained on you as you moved about the space.

Once your arm was full of assumedly dirty clothes, you turned to face the four of them. “Where is the wash area? And the rest of the clothes I wasn’t able to pick up better be piled up next to it within the hour or else they won’t be washed.”

The four of them stared at you silently, as if they had never been given a task by a woman before.

Your eyebrows raised expectantly as you tilted your head down, not willing to put up with their bullshit at the moment due to exhaustion. “Unless you four prefer to continue living in dirty clothes, in which case by all means, stay seated.”

Gaz stood up then, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide an amused smile. “Here, I’ll show you where the wash is.”

You waited for him to start moving before you followed, trying to ignore the smell of old sweat and other odors you didn’t want to identify emanating from the pile in your arms as you followed him out of the house. He led you around the corner to a small wash area where a short clothesline was posted up next to as well.

He gestured towards the small area and said, “Everything should be there; we’ll get the rest of the clothes to you soon.”

Your eyes scanned the area, finding everything that you needed as he said and you didn’t give him another second of your time as you got to work, taking your frustrations out on their clothes. As promised, Soap had shown up within the next ten minutes with another pile of the remaining dirty clothes that he delivered with a sheepish smile, his eyes widening slightly when you silently snatched the basket from him and went back to work without a word.

As much as you hated doing laundry, it was a rather mundane task that let you calm down slightly and try to figure out a plan as you looked around the outdoor area. The house was fairly isolated, with absolutely nothing else in sight. Would make running off a lot harder since there was nothing to hide in or behind.

With a bitter sigh you decided it would be best to save any attempts of escaping for the nighttime as you continued with the laundry.

An hour or so later, the clothes were washed and hanging on the line, with some still in the basket as there wasn’t quite room for all of them to dry at the same time. The basket went inside with you to prevent the clothes from getting dirty again, propped against the front of your hip as you pushed through the door and made a beeline for the kitchen.

Somehow the kitchen was relatively clean compared to the rest of the house; still too dirty for your tastes though. But what caught your attention first was the coffee on the stove, and after setting down the basket at the only empty spot at the kitchen table you went searching for a mug.

One would think finding a clean mug wouldn’t be a monumental task, but apparently mugs were a popular item in this house. You could feel the four men’s eyes on you as you searched, the idle chatter still going on in the background. After finally finding a relatively clean one and giving the inside a swipe with the edge of your dress just to be safe, you filled the mug and took a long drink, cringing slightly at the bitter taste that you knew so well.

“Tastes better with milk and sugar.”

You glanced up, meeting Price’s eyes as he looked at you somewhat amusedly and just to spite him you took another drink. He raised an eyebrow, the start of a smirk forming on his face. You didn’t wait around to see the rest of the smirk form though, turning back to start on the kitchen.

Cleaning was another mundane task that helped you think; for you, it always started with opening the windows to let fresh air in. Between the sounds of your movements, you hardly noticed the chatter become more quiet; the four of them were watching you with a mixture of curiosity and fascination as you moved about their space. You, however, blissfully ignored them as you worked, washing dishes quietly and letting them dry before putting them away. You took the time to reorganize the cabinets as well; while there was some semblance of a system, it wasn’t anywhere close to neat and tidy.

It wasn’t until you noticed two figures lingering on the edge of the kitchen that you looked up, raising an eyebrow at Soap and Gaz as it looked like they were getting ready to leave.

“Would you like anything from town?” Gaz asks you pleasantly, as if he had done this before.

You froze, staring at them. “Town? There’s a town nearby?”

Soap’s mouth curled up into a grin. “Don’t get any ideas, pretty girl; town’s too far away for you to get to on foot.”

You silently huffed at that, narrowing your eyes but staying silent as you went back to organizing. There was a brief moment of silence before Price’s voice sounded from the living room.

“The boys asked you a question, lovie,” He reminded you.

“And I don’t have an answer,” You replied back shortly. “I don’t know what’s in the town so I want nothing from it. Unless, of course, you’re willing to let me go with them to see what goods are there.”

You glanced at Price just in time to see his face harden at your suggestion. “Absolutely not.”

“Then no, I don’t want anything,” You said nonchalantly, still organizing the cabinet.

There was a heavy sigh from Price and you noticed both Soap and Gaz eyeing you with interest, almost as if they were surprised that you would dare talk back to Price so willingly. Neither of them said anything further on the subject though, announcing that they would be back later in the evening as they walked out of the back door and prompting an end to the subject.

You felt Price’s annoyed gaze on you but you ignored him, reminding yourself that you didn’t owe them any kindness. After all, they had made the decision to kidnap you, so now you were going to make it their problem.

[kkat-astrophic]

Times Ishimaru Broke His Morals:

. He swore to Monokuma in CHP.2 ("Bastard" "Son of a Bitch")

. Bro stayed out at night to have an endurance contest. CHP.2.

. He decided there was no winner to said endurance contest CHP.2 (gray area?)

. He went out during nighttime even though he knew about the rule. CHP.3.

. He didn't go to the breakfast meeting. CHP.3.

. He voted himself instead of Mondo. CHP.2.

. He tried to defend a murderer (does this count...?) CHP.2.

. He befriended a gang-member. CHP.2. (does this count?)

. He didn't study at Hope's Peak at all. CHP.1 - CHP.(Fair enough)

. HE RAN WHEN HE HEARD MAKOTO SCREAM (When they found Fujisaki) CHP.2 - This is my personal favourite.

. In CHP.1 he said to Makoto and Sayaka that "there's no time for idle-chit-chat" and yet... his free time events............... (Does this count?) CHP.1-CHP.2.

Guys I dunno why I made this post, so give me some more ideas on when Ishimaru broke his morals, also check out his out-of-context lines he's so funny lol.

[albeitinzane]

my top surgery recovery tips

alrighty gang! im one week post op and i have tips for anyone who might need them in the future. this is likely prone to be updated/reblogged with more tips in the future once i'm further in recovery.

keep in mind that even a day after surgery i was pretty mobile and was able to do most things by myself, so these tips may not be as helpful for older trans people who would be slower to bounce back, people who are chronically ill or disabled and already have trouble with movement or surgical recovery, or just other people who don't recover as quickly. different bodies will react differently to surgery.

i also have surgical drains, which not all surgeons will provide (but my surgeon gives them to all top surgery patients). they will have quite a few tips of their own because they're annoying to manage.

and lastly, i had double incision top surgery, but i didn't get nipple grafts. if you do have nipple grafts, you have to wait 2 weeks to shower instead of just 2 days, since the grafts can't get wet.

get lots of zip ups, button ups, and oversized shirts or tank tops.

for the first few days, you won't be able to reach your arms high enough to put a shirt on; at least, not without help, and it's very annoying to do. the best option is to get button-ups or zip-ups with wide shoulders that are easy to pull on. bathrobes are really nice too.

if the hospital doesn't provide you with gauze, it's good to buy some (and some waterproof medical tape to keep it there).

while i didn't need gauze after a few days to cover up the scars because they had glue protecting them, one of my drain sides leaked quite a bit, and it got super itchy if it wasn't cleaned up right away. if there was gauze soaking up the leaks before it got too far, it really cut down the itchiness, and made for less mess i had to clean up (which is its own annoying and uncomfortable process)

make sure you have sweatpants or baggy/comfortable pants on hand; stuff that you don't need a belt to wear.

putting on pants is a pain in the ass, so you won't want to have to change them constantly. it's good to have comfortable pants you can wear for a while without wanting or needing to change them. i have a lot of pajama pants and they have been my best friend.

put anything you need to access daily on a lower shelf.

most of my bathroom stuff is in a 3 shelf mirror cabinet, and while everything i needed was on either the first or second shelf, the second shelf was still annoying, painful, and difficult to reach. putting everything on an easily accessible shelf level or setting them lower (though not on the floor because bending down to pick stuff up is also annoying) is way easier.

baby wipes. so many baby wipes.

generally speaking, your skin will be sore but you won't feel it when you touch it because of nerve damage that just comes with surgery. but it's still really sensitive in areas that weren't operated on, so cleaning up any mess with baby wipes (especially if you got grafts and can't shower) which are soft on your skin but good at removing residue or anything sticky is very useful. they've saved me so many times when i had drainage leaks.

cough drops.

after surgery, you're likely going to have a sore throat because of anesthesia. it's good to have some cough drops or tea on hand to soothe it.

make a mini beside table (BEFORE SURGERY!) with any nighttime items or pain medication.

i had a little nighttime stand with snacks, my pain medication, water, my tablet and phone, and a charger. this made it very easy to get anything i needed without potentially having to get up and walk into another room to get whatever i needed instead.

make sure you're with a friend or relative who you're comfortable with seeing you exposed and who's able to take time off to help you with anything.

even with my mobility, there was still a good handful of things i couldn't do by myself that i needed help with. i often needed help getting dressed, i can't do dishes, i can't cook for myself, and early on, i was often so sore that i needed help getting out of bed. having someone you trust to help you do any of this is essential, but that's true for almost any surgery.

get a belt that can get wet.

if you have drains, but no grafts, and you want to shower, you're going to want a belt to attach your drains to while you shower. having them hang free is very anxiety-inducing (at least, for me), so you might not be able to clean up as well with a belt on, and it might feel really uncomfortable, but it's better than having them swing free and potentially get pulled out too early.

stay safe everyone, and happy recovery for everyone getting top surgery!

edit: if anyone who's also had top would like to reblog with their own tips, i'll be sure to reblog them!

[r0mantic-f00l]

Wanted

19th March, 1878

There had been many notorious faces on wanted posters, with rewards going from ten dollars to five hundred dollars, with some saying 'bring back alive', and some others saying, 'dead or alive'. It didn't matter how strong these people were though, didn't matter how quick they were with their guns, how smart they were with their schemes, how charming they were with their smiles, the same thing happened to every single one of them – death.

Outlaws were always destined to die, whether it be by rope, by gun, by blade. Death is the only thing these people knew, the only consistency in their lives. The blood that ran through their veins consisted of the memories of their victims' screams, the gold and the paper they stored away tainted with the touch of those who worked tirelessly to grasp it, the guns in their holsters heavy with the corpses the bullets resided in.

But that didn't matter to us. We weren't merciless killers, not when it wasn't necessary. We were kids. Kids that wanted to live a life that wasn't given to us.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You had established a name for yourself, or perhaps many names.

Lucy Stone, Lana Birch, Ruth Blackwood.

Many false names wrote underneath drawn pictures of you in every small town, the reward you were worth was forty dollars. And you had to be taken in alive.

You'd rather have your horse kick you off, resulting in you landing rather unfortunately on a sharp-edged stone than for an arrogant bounty hunter to drag you into a sheriff's office and have your fate be decided by men who were almost entirely beer and sweat.

You were wanted, an outlaw that lived by her own rules.

What rules you lived by you didn't know. Of course, you had morals, a conscience, a string in your brain that tugged your heart whenever you saw a sad scene of poor, poor people, but you didn't specify to yourself rules to live by.

The biggest one, you supposed, was to survive. To live and to escape and to ride to save your own skin. You had to be selfish in this world you lived in, you had to care only for yourself because no one else did. No one cared for you even when you were a crying little girl calling out for her mother.

However, your wanted posters were always covered up by bigger ones, ones that had no pictures, yet the words 'dead or alive' written in bold black letters stood out. The rewards for their heads varied; sometimes they were a thousand dollars, maybe even two thousand dollars. Their faces were not known, but their gang was.

The Marauders.

People were not afraid of them entirely, but rather of the thought that they could be anyone. They could have been the person walking next to you, the person smiling at you from across the street, perhaps the person serving you whiskey in the saloon.

You weren't afraid of them, you told yourself.

You've stolen from dangerous people; you've killed dangerous animals.

No, you had never killed another person, but you believed you had the capability to.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

It was regular routine whenever you came across another town.

Look around the different stores, watch the habits of the townsfolk, walk into bars with empty pockets and walk back out with pockets full of cash.

It became easy for you, especially since the people you stole from wouldn't even know until the very next morning when you were long gone.

The town was Tombstone, with a small population of innocent people, and rich people.

Rich people who were so very easily distractible.

Nighttime painted the sky black with the white dots in clutters around the moon.

Summer made the air stuffy with heat, and the people sighing with discomfort.

You hitched your horse, Midnight, to the post close to the stairs leading up to the saloon, where sounds of laughter and smacking of glasses against tables flew out in between the crevices and open windows.

You pushed open the swinging doors and glanced across all the drunk men in the room. Some were playing cards quite poorly, some were chatting quite loudly, some were drooling over women who talked to them with coy smiles, wanting their money.

There was only one man, a man who seemed to be your age, who was not making a fool of himself.

The man stood at the bar, his back leaning against the mahogany, with his arms resting on the sticky wood. He held a shot of whiskey in his right hand but didn't drink it. Rather, he was occupied with scanning the strangers around him with a grin, a confident smile that told you he was planning the exact same thing as you.

Well, you couldn't have another person being your competition over the money of these drunken idiots.

With a smile on your lips, you walked over to the bar, standing next to him as you leaned across the wood between you and the barkeep, requesting a tall glass of beer as you placed the money for it on the bar.

You felt eyes on you; you had garnered his attention.

But you would not speak, no, you were never one to talk first. He seemed to follow that rule too, only staring at you with his eyes hidden beneath his black hat as the corner of his lips quirked up into a smirk.

The barkeep had placed your beer in front of you before hurrying over to the men yelling for another drink.

You took a sip; the beer was warm, as to be expected, making you grimace as you silently regretted ordering it in the first place.

His eyes were still on you.

You turned your body to face his, a grin on your lips as you took another sip of the beer and attempted with all your effort to not frown at the warm liquid.

It had been two minutes since you had received your beer, and despite the both of you staring at each other, neither one of you opened your mouths to speak.

Then the man had sighed, and you knew you were winning this unspoken game of yours.

"Hello, miss." He uttered out, his accent unlike the other accents you had grown accustomed to.

"Hey, mister." You answered with a smile on your face, appearing to be a pleasant woman with good intentions.

"You had a good day?" He asked, as if he was truly interested in knowing the answer.

Men were only interested in two things – money and sex.

"Hm, can't complain. You?"

He shrugged and glanced down at the whiskey in his hand like he only just remembered what he was holding.

"Can't complain."

You took another sip of your beer before speaking again.

"You ain't from around here, are you?"

He chuckled and looked up at you, a humoured smile plastered on his face.

"No, miss. I'm from England."

"Ah, so you're one of those fancy, tea-sipping people?"

"I suppose so. Though, I don't like tea that much."

"Then what do you like?"

"Alcohol." He grinned before lifting his shot glass to take a sip of his whiskey, a sigh escaping his lips after he swallows the bronze liquid.

"So, what's your plan tonight then?" You asked briskly, acting like you were interested in more than his money.

"Hm, I don't know."

"You don't have a woman waiting in your sheets at home?"

He shook his head."No. I don't."

You tilted your head at him."Really? A handsome man like you must have ladies flocking at your feet."

"I do." The man took another sip of his whiskey.

Although you would never admit it to anyone, you believed him. There was a charm to him, an alluring and intoxicating warmth that drew you in and made you want to unravel more.

You took a step closer to him, sliding your hand across the bar and onto his forearm as you gazed up at him with eyes that hid your true intentions.

"That so?"

He grinned, turning his body to face yours as he drew closer.

"It is so."You hummed, moving your hand up to his shoulder.

He placed his glass down on the bar, his hands still at his side as his eyes stared deeply into yours.

Yes, he definitely had women flocking at his feet.

"What about you? You must have men worshipping the ground you walk on."

"I do." You stepped closer, a couple inches between you both as his hand landed respectfully on your waist.

Despite the fact you were in a saloon filled with men shouting at each other as if they were a full sea length apart, you felt like you two were the only people in the room. It was strange, he was strange. Perhaps he was strange because although he grinned at you with that arrogant look and talked to you with that typical deep, hushed voice, his hands were respectful and his feet remained glued in place. You thought he did it all on purpose, acting like the honourable young gentleman in his attempt to get you into his bed and forget about you in the morning, yet there was a look in his eyes that was different. It was not greed, it was not lust, it was not arrogance. You did not know what it was. Truthfully, you were unaware that a man could feel something else.

"What's your name?" He whispered, as if he believed your name was something that others did not deserve to know.

You had grinned and slid your hand down his chest slowly.

"Whatever you want it to be, handsome."

The man had seemingly remembered the mood, and his smirk returned once again.

"That so?"

You nodded.

"It is so."

Your hand slowly slid into his front pocket, where you felt a wad of paper.

Success.

He seemingly didn't notice as your hand cautiously drew out his money from his pocket, apparently none the wiser as you quickly stuffed his money into your pocket and returned your hand to its place on his body, resting on his chest as you felt his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Sirius."

It sounded familiar, you did not know why, but you knew the name. You knew the name, for it was an unusual name that was quite memorable, but you could not recall as to where you had heard it from.

"Sirius." You softly repeated, a grin on his lips as you did so.

You took a step away from Sirius, his hand dropping from your waist as your hand slid away from his chest.

You had gotten what you wanted, and you wanted to count your reward.

"Well, I'll be seeing you, Sirius." You took another sip of your lukewarm beer before placing it down and walking away, grinning to yourself.

Another successful evening, another victory from your usual routine.

You strolled to your horse where it had been hitched up, and you dug the money out of your pocket, counting through the paper.

Fifty-two dollars.

Fifty-two dollars was an impressive amount of money to be stolen from one person.

Usually, you would walk away with at least fifteen dollars, at most seventeen dollars. Enough to buy a couple of tinned goods. But with twenty-two dollars, you could buy your food and a couple of bullets, maybe even a chocolate bar to add onto that.

You mounted your horse and secretly revelled in your success, completely oblivious to the fact that you had taken twenty-two dollars away from one of the most dangerous men in the country.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

[canyonkingdom]

you're all going to hell

prologue: everyone's suspecting

tw: swearing (excessive, excessive, swearing)

They weren’t the rescue team anymore.

They’re completely different.

Their eyes glowed red, cunning smiles on their metal frames. They were ready for absolute destruction.

“You will all pay.”

Nighttime fell in Broomstown. A once joyous, lively town now on the brink of collapsing. The Broomstown Rescue Team had been saving lives left and right, never getting even the slightest bit of time for themselves. The stupidity of the citizens began to rub off of them. 

She was annoyed, to say the least. But the important thing is, they liked her inventions. The citizens would clammer in happiness to the sight of the rescue team, nothing but good things came out of their mouths.

She didn’t understand why she had to be the one stuck in the drama.

The outskirts of town were beautiful. Houses and shops strewn on the streets legibly, the right amount of grass pinned to the decoration sides. People were laughing,

they were happy.

She could feel the glow in their eyes disappear when they set eyes on her. Now glowing with disdain, a unaffectionate red glistening over their pupils. She could see that red everywhere she went. Even buying bread could get her cold remarks from the baker. 

She hated it.

What did she do to deserve the cold treatment from her town? Where she grew up, grew to love, grew to create life changing robocars that has potentially changed the town forever. Appreciation was all she wanted. A little “thank you” would satisfy her so much, but she only got panned, hated, villainized.

She denied everything. You can’t be guilty for something you haven’t done. Yet, they didn’t even consider her opinion, they didn’t even listen. They still stuck to the lies. No matter how many times she assured them that it was a fake newspaper clipping, they were all unwilling to hear her side. 

Idiots.

She didn’t need them in her life. Her robocars have been building their foundation, but they don’t even acknowledge her. She didn’t steal them, those lying freaks. Her original creations were what kept the town afloat, and they have the nerve to say that she stole them? 

They really were idiots.

“Murderer.”

A person inside a blue mailvan murmured, quickly driving away as soon as his eyes set on her.

You’re not scared, are you?

"I came across THE murderer."

Posty's words made everyone in the post office lock eyes with him.

"R- really?" Cleany stammered. His eyes were beaming, hungry for gossip.

"Yes, really! I never lie about this shit, y'know?" Posty clinked, sorting out his hands through the new mail.

"You're an idiot. She's not a murderer, you fuck!" Cap corrected aggressively, sighing at the end. "She's a thief. Learn your gossip, man."

"I'm not wrong, Cap!" Posty jotted back, turning around to face Cap's overly cocky face. "You've seen that old newspaper. She was eight! She's a fucking menace! She is capable of killing us all-"

"No! Don't mention that!" Cleany shouted, his voice quivering. "I'm not taking a- any chances to be scared of the outside. I- I literally clean for a living."

"Yeah, we also work on the outside too." Posty said blatantly. “If she hadn’t created Poli and the gang, our mayor would’ve locked her up real quick.”

“She didn’t create the rescue team, for fuck’s sake! They were from another town!” Cap chided, standing up and looking at Posty’s soulless eyes. 

“Can you two just s- shut up?” Cleany spoke up, polishing a long unused flask from the far corner of the post office. “Whatever she i- is, we should probably avoid her. She m- might, y’know…”

“That’s what i’m trying to say! The mayor should’ve put her to jail sooner!” 

The construction site wasn’t free from gossip either.

“What?!” The team shouted in unison, completely shocked.

“Posty told me she’s the daughter of a war criminal!” Bruner’s gleeful voice plagued the site. “The genes run through the family!”

“Come on, dude,” Dump griped, rolling his eyes. “You actually believe Posty? He’s trying to get attention-”

Bruner shoved a newspaper clipping in Dump’s face. “Eat shit, big guy.” 

Everyone else hovered over Dump’s shoulder, in utter bewilderment of the news. “Leader of a famed war clan is blessed with a beautiful daughter- oh, shit. They have the exact same name!” Mickey’s voice chirped, hovering over Bruner’s overly joyous face and the article. 

“That’s the point!” Bruner said gleefully, enjoying the fact that he was correct once again. (He was always correct, though). “No wonder she stole from inventors and murdered them all, she got it from her dad.”

Dump shaked his head and slapped the clipping on Poke’s face, earning a terrifying glare from him. “I’m not believing this. How can you guys be so certain?”

“Yeah! It's probably edited or something." Max chimed in, still slightly confused. “Uh, what else is there to this confusing mess?”

Bruner sighed and clicked his tongue. “I don’t know man, but I know we should probably avoid her.

She’s a monster.”

The dock was also splattered with gossip.

“Lifty, I’ve been hearing about this woman for four straight years now, and she’s still the talk of town.” Terry leered, groaning against the cemented walls. 

“It’s not my fault, everyone’s practically keeping it alive!” Lifty chided hesitantly, giving a wry smile. “The whole stealing and murdering thing didn’t sit well for me. I’m just kind of worried she’s still around to-” Lifty took a breather. “-to skedaddle in town with all the drama pinned to her, i’m surprised no one has done an investigation-”

“They already investigated her, you twit.” Terry disparaged the young worker. “I heard she paid the authorities to shut up about that shit.” he added.

“Yeah!” Leky’s voice seeped in the cargo room. “It was like a million, I think?” 

“Can you not join in their gossip session?” Lefy asked nicely, trying very hard not to shout at his brother. "We have work, thank you."

“I would rather listen.” Lety added in, peeking through the room, smiling at the two inside.

“Come back here, you fuck.” a hand, presumably Lefy’s, pulled Lety’s hair, enticing a scream from the youngest Crane triplet. 

She felt rage encapsulate her body.

Whenever she heard their irritating voices spout out her name, her legacy, she felt something snap. She always kept it tied to an extent, but the string is to brittle to continue.

You're all gonna die.

[chasani]

Explaining my Phased Timeline AU (UTMV)

What Happens?

All these AUs, except the thing that physically affects them never happens. At least, not in the same way. Mentally that event will change them but physically they might go as far as unharmed! Of course, their stories always end with the same base line. Star Sanses joined together, Bad Guys forming a gang, even Dream being trapped in stone for 500 years still happened.

Of course, this means some timelines, like Geno or Error, can never happen. Such a shame, these alternates never got to meet them.

Why is it called “Phased Timeline”?

Phased -> to change

Timeline -> Passage of events and time as a line

1. It sounded cool 2. Because if laid out the two timelines would look similar but zoomed in small parts have CHANGED (I made this second one up I forgot my real reason)

Why don’t they have the same names?

Due to mental changes and developments some of them go by different names, or they have their same name but use a nickname which is usually what’s heard.

EXAMPLES

Nightmare used to be called “Nightmare”, but overtime he switch to the name “Nighttime” to change and move on and “leave behind my old self”. At one point he called himself Nightterror and went by Night.

Cross was always called “Cross”, but the name was spelled as “X” instead. Sometime if not explained that’s what people said out loud.

Dust kept Dust, but an alternate nickname was “Tism”. Horror kept Horror, alternate nickname was “Terror” or sometimes “Horrend”. Killer was sometime shortened to just “Kills”.

Dream kept Dream in connection to his brother. Ink sometimes goes by “Splash”. Blue kept Blue, but sometimes just went by “Swap”.

I haven’t planned much for other AUs yet, and yes these mostly focus on Sans as most of the others don’t know about the multiverse.

“Well actually-“

No. It doesn’t have to follow canon exactly. There’s no true “canon” and even if there was this is MY au with MY headcanons. Such as-

Dream and Nightmare originally teaching themselves a language when they were first created and taught themselves more and more languages as more and more people came to visit the tree. Taught themselves to speak without an accent which raises the pitch of their voice quite a bit, and their only “true” voice is used when speaking the language they had made. Fluent in languages like English, Spanish, French, German, Italian, Portuguese, and more

Yes that means most people haven’t heard their real voice. No that doesn’t mean they show the stars or their gang. They don’t have a need to us it anymore because they never talk, and when they do it’s always in some other language. Yes they both still know it, and yes they are both still perfectly fluent.

Ink and Cross used to consider themselves brothers.

Used to. Like Found Family. But not anymore. (Reaper was apart of this)

Blue being oblivious to being the like “base model” for Nightmare and Dream.

Why would Dream have a need to tell him anyway? I don’t even know if Dream, Nightmare, or Blue knew in canon anyways. And if they did? WELL NOT HERE.

And those are just some of them.

Will you be posting more of this au?

Yes, yes I will. I have reference sheets underway.

[finer-k0alateez]

tldr: scattered thoughts on barbie with a quick rant on hetero relationships. from a queer dude

my thoughts on barbie(for those who haven’t seen it) is you should go in expecting the leggo movie, not don’t look up. it is funny and does come from the perspective of women(which in this society makes it political) but it’s not a political satire in proper. it’s a movie for kids about toys. it’s for girls specifically so the themes are aimed at their beliefs. like if you’ve had a conversation with a woman about gender relations in the past three years. it’s a kiddie version of that.

maybe i was expecting a thinkpeice just because i haven’t seen any other barbie media(and didn’t really consider the implications of matel making a movie about barbie and it not just being sum sweet for the kids) but idk like… not only the promo but also the initial reaction was very political but again i guess it’s just cause “woman bad”

margot robie crush is definitely getting worsaa

yeah just expect a silly little girl power movie

(for those who have seen it.)

(there’s no spoilers, and nothing to spoil- cuz, again, silly little movie, but i’m gonna make points that are informed by having seen the movie)

i think the themes are really cool. i think getting this glimpse into women’s views on society and gender relations and men has been really interesting for me. not only the makers of the film but also the core audience and fanbase talking about the film i’ve just seen heard the perspective of women in really fresh way

as far as society and patriarchy, women think it sucks, that’s not news.

but the thoughts on hetero relations and men were interesting to me.

i saw one person draw the parallel that in patriarchy-Ken’s “perfect world” they dominate and women are given tasks and jobs whereas in Barbies perfect world men just don’t matter. highlighting the difference in cruelty of forced dominance verses toleration.

i think this really hits home. one of the main themes of the movies is that the kens are like stupid and sad and insecure. which is definitely a lot more progressive of an idea to have of men then evil so i just appreciate the attempt made there.

though i think that line about how kens don’t matter to barbies and are not needed gets at a key feeling that incels hold and that’s that most men do not feel intrinsically valuable or wanted.

common incel recruitment phrase is “only women and children are loved unconditionally. men are only loved if and when they provide something.” and it just represents the subjectification of men that comes along with the objectification of women.

in patriarchy and capitalism boys are raised to be doers, good little worker bees who provide their whole nuclear family’s income on their own. while women are raised to please a man and raise his children.

in patriarchy’s eyes, women’s value comes from being. being pretty, being a warm hole/baby factory, being a wife, and while domestic labor has always been expected, it hasn’t always been understood by misogynists to be real work in any capacity. men on the other hand must do. they must make money, or make good sex, or make the giggles, or make the first move.

i think this objectification/subjectification difference has a lot of bearing on our ability to understand and be intimate with one another. women long to be subjectified. this is what barbie represents. the woman who can do and be anything. the ultimate subject. in her perfect world everything is done by her to her liking, leaving kens without purpose. in kens perfect world he is the ultimate object. the horses, the cars, the dumb movies, all things to be observed and admired. “the horse is an extension of the man.” under patriarchy the thoughts, beliefs and being of a man are inherently more valuable-inherently more important. to draw meaningful breath in kentopia one needed only to be ken.

this shows up in women’s relationships with other women and men’s relationships with other men. women do things for one another. gifts, acts of service, and more importantly they show intamacy by sharing secrets, helping each other cope with things, and providing support in hard times, this is often seen as a failing of male relationships but i’ve always seen it as a difference in values between men and women. male intimacy isn’t about being needed or useful or helpful it’s about being wanted. it’s about ones presence in the other’s life being valued including and especially in the absence of purpose. men watch tv shows and baseball games they could’ve watched alone, together. they buy video games they aren’t excited about just to play them with one another.

these differences (i think) lead to the riffs we see in hetero dating. women and men speak different languages of intimacy. women put forth the effort toward being a true confidant and dependable ally and are disappointed to find that men won’t put forth the effort to pursue and earn the right to be with them and enjoy those benefits. but men put forth the effort of unconditional love and acceptance and desire for their partner and are disappointed to find that women often view them as one option of many who will need to earn and keeping earning his place in her heart.

i think the the most honest part of gretas portrayal of kens and barbies is that the happy ending for the barbies is regaining their sensibilities and capabilities(their power to do) and for the kens it’s learning how to find value in themselves(their right to be).

[onigiri-dorkk]

Goals + updates for 2023!

(plus sneak-talks into my future fics!)

ALRIGHT RIVAMIKA FRIENDS! This evening (now that I've finally come back from my short New Year's trip... as well as recovered from major car sickness on the way back home l o l), my birthday-week-and-writing-sabbatical (😂) officially begins!

If you've been following, I've been hustling since November with my IRL workload and it has taken time away from writing and fandom things, so I had planned that from January 1st for a whole entire week I will dedicate my time to rest in the form of writing. No work, no emails, no ads...

NOTHING except sitting in coffeeshops or beautiful places and writing stories from my heart again.

During the holidays I had a couple of technically free days, so I wanted to get a one-shot in to get myself ready and warm up for this week (and then produced last week's one-shot, The Perfect Brew, which might mark my all-time favorite one-shot I've written so far).

The hard part was deciding what the heck to focus on and commit to. I thought about keeping it free, but knew it would lead to more one-shots, which is fine too.

But after I came back home and rested, I sorted through my WIP's (which, at this point, I actually have 7! I just forgot about 4 of them omg) and I rediscovered a WIP in my Google Docs I loved and forgot about, and that is the orphanage fic.

I don't think I've shared much about it just yet, but it will be a multi-chapter fic set after Season 3, and both Historia's orphanage and castle will play a big role in the plot for Levi, Mikasa and the Scouts. Obviously I don't think I will complete the entire fic just in this week (sheesh... I can't even imagine?!) but I aim to make a good dent in it and hopefully publish something by my birthday weekend :) I believe this is the one I want to make the most progress in, and hopefully get something published from it, though I can't promise timely updates the way you got Microcosmos every week or two.

Also on the back burner that I might trudge through this week is the Ackerman (Kenny, Levi, Mikasa) short-fic, and a post-war reunion fic that will likely be a long-fic. Then deeeeeep in my backburner is also a post-war long-fic that will circle around Levi and Mikasa and gang as Paradis refugees; I foresee this as something that will be a lot darker and angstier.

I'm honestly just excited for starting 2023 dedicating passion-time to writing; it feels like me saying YES to dedicating this full year to growing as a writer. I only began writing in May so it's strange that I haven't even hit a full year of doing so... But knowing that 2023 is starting and ending with me in love with writing is just exciting. I'm PUMPED. I have other ideas (maybe starting a Rivamika-specific writers' accountability group, etc) but I'll save all of that for another time hehe.

All this to say, thank you to all of my fandom friends I've made here who have encouraged me and brought me soooo much joy and inspiration literally on the daily. You don't understand how much your presence here has helped me in my real daily life, and has sustained this newfound inspiration. It makes writing and creating art not feel like an echo-in-a-chamber. To have real people enjoying what we create together, encouraging each other in the process, and sharing their joys for it, it's just sooo important and meaningful. Thank you all!! I will continue to ~dedicate my heart~ to creating art in lots of forms for our lil community here. :)

Please look forward to another year of Onigiri's proud hyper-fixation on Rivamika ;)

(P.S. I can see my nighttimes being filled with reading all of y'alls fanfics that I haven't gotten to read yet!!! PLS!! I CANT WAIT!)

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READ ALSO – 1. Blog posts Green Tea: The Elixir of Health and Wellness – Solshop                         2 . Tea-riffic Ingredients for Slimming Green Tea - Solshop

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Secret Pt.2 | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 2.4k

Part 1

summary: Eddie and you have been secretly dating sorta on accident, and the gang finally finds out and are in shock, especially since Dustin knew too and didn't say anything

It had been 6 months since Dustin found out. The gang was really pressuring Eddie to find a girl, not noticing how nervous Dustin looked whenever they talked about Eddie getting a girlfriend.

You were starting to really realize how boring it was at home, especially since you were getting excited to hang out with someone else whenever Dustin came over. Of course you loved Eddie more than your heart could handle, but having other people in your life wouldn't be too bad. Eddie knew this and was trying to figure out how to tell them, but he just couldn't.

Steve eventually pulled him to the side while the gang was hanging out, most out of concern that he wasn't getting laid at all. "Listen, Eddie...you gotta get out there more, see some ladies, you know? You just rejected a total babe the other day for no good reason, I mean come on, dude" he said and Eddie sighed. He started heading back to the group and said "I'll 'get out there' when I feel like it, Harrington. Not everyone needs to get laid every five minutes like you" "yea right! I feel bad for your right hand, buddy" he groaned and followed him.

It made him really nervous, because you're also pregnant now so he really has to tell them because they'll eventually figure it out. Plus, you guys will need some babysitters. It seemed as though today was going to be the day, because Eddie forgot to bring beer with him while they were all hanging out at Steve's place.

"Babe, I need you to bring all that beer I bought to Steve's place, he lives in the Silver Falls community, that super rich neighborhood. 4382, Morrison Street" he said and you damn near choked on your water. "T-Today? R-Right now? I look like shit, no no I'm not ready for this, cause I'm gonna have to meet them and then you're gonna convince me to stay and just- no!" You said and sighed.

"Please, sweetheart? I will give you any kind of massage you want whenever you ask me for the whole pregnancy if you just bring us the beer. Plus, you want friends right?" He said and you scoffed. You sighed and said "yea, but fuck- I'm nauseous as shit and I'm not far along enough for my bump to look cute, I just look fat and I'm slowly running out of clothes to wear and I just don't want to be out of the house...fuck, okay I want unlimited cuddles too, I'll see you in 20 minutes I love you bye" He chuckled and put the phone down, shaking his head.

You got there, it was nighttime, Eddie was going to stay the night along with everyone else and join them at breakfast and a movie tomorrow before coming back home to you. You knew he was gonna convince you to stay, and you knew everyone was going to find out today.

It took a while to actually find the backyard, his house was huge. You were hiding your bump behind one of Eddie's Metallica t-shirts and some stretchy shorts that may be getting a tad bit small in the ass but if it fits around your stomach you can't be bothered to care. Everyone was really confused and thought you were someone who had broken in.

"Hi," Eddie said and immediately got up to kiss you because that's what he always does. You quickly pulled away and everyone stared with wide eyes. You groaned and said "hi, asshole,"

You walked over to a cooler and set the beers in, bending over and leaving Eddie with no choice but to get his hands on your ass. "Ok I'm just gonna say it...this sweet piece of ass," he said and smacked your ass, leaving his hand there and leaning against you like you were a table.

"Edward!" You said and he chuckled. "As I was saying, this sweet piece of ass is my wife" he said and you held your breath, waiting for their reactions. You stood back up, turned around and smiled. Everyone just sorta stared with their jaws to the floor.

"Look man, okay I know I told you that you need to get out there more but that doesn't mean marry the first girl you meet" Steve said and Eddie chuckled. You just looked down, playing with your ring anxiously. He looked over and said "can you guys please say something positive, she's gonna burst into tears any second now"

"Eddie..." you whispered and he sighed, waiting. Dustin came back outside and said "oh, hi y/n!" "Hey Dustin" you said and chuckled, now looking up and seeing everyone's faces. "Wait- wait what? Are you kidding me Henderson? You knew and didn't say anything" Steve said and he shrugged.

"I found out by accident," he said and put his hands up defensively. Mike shook his head and said "sooo...like, rings, last name and everything?" Eddie nodded.

"And how long have you known each other?" Robin asked. Eddie smiled and said "5 and a half years" "what?!" Most of them shouted. Eddie brought you over to sit down and kept you next to him since he knew you were nervous.

He took a deep breath and said "15 year old me saw her at hot topic and blew me away and for some reason blessed me with the knowledge of her phone number and name and we just kinda went on from there. We got married at 18 and we're happy as ever now. I- I didn't say anything because I forgot to mention it to be honest. It's not that I forgot about her, this girl is unforgettable, but I just forgot to actually tell you guys about me being married"

"I don't believe you," Robin said and you sighed softly. He opened his wallet and pulled out a few Polaroids. One from one of your first dates, a school dance you forced him to go to, a few pictures just from over the years and one from the day you got married.

"No way..." Max said and you blushed, playing with Eddie's hand. He smiled and said "yup. This gorgeous girl is all mine" He grabbed your jaw and turned your face up to him, kissing you softly. You chuckled, your cheeks squished together as the cold of his metal rings cooling your warm skin.

You hid yourself, burying yourself in his side whilst they asked Eddie a million questions. He knew you were nervous, but it still made him sad that you were struggling to be around them. He should've known it would be a little too overwhelming for you.

You hadn't actually said a single word to them yet, which Eddie realized was because you were a little intimidated by them, just the fact that he had so many friends and you wanted all of them to like you. You didn't want one of them to hate you or think you weren't good enough for Eddie, and you also didn't want them to be made because he just graduated highschool finally and you're pregnant and about to turn his whole world upside down.

"Ok, I got hotdogs!" Jonathan said and you instantly cringed at the smell. Eddie noticed you pull away from him and sit up more, breathing heavily as you tried to stop the bile swirling in your throat from coming up.

But eventually you couldn't and ran behind a nearby tree, throwing up for the third time since you got home from work. You'd thought you had gotten away from the morning sickness today, but obviously you were wrong. You'd eaten breakfast, lunch, and a snack today and it had all started coming up when you got to the trailer.

Everyone jumped up in concern, Eddie ran to you and held your hair, rubbing your back. "She's fine, everyone relax" Eddie said and you groaned, grabbing onto him so you didn't fall to your feet. "Ugh, god. They probably think I'm some kind of freak whore and the only reason you married me is cause I make sure you're constantly pussy drunk" you said, wiping your mouth.

He sighed and said "no they don't. You just get a little nervous around people, that's all. You were stuck in your house all your life, I can't expect you to be a social butterfly. And if anyones a freak here, it's me." "Whatever, I need to get this taste out of my mouth before I throw up again" you said and he chuckled.

You thankfully found a pack of toothbrushes in the bathroom and brushed your teeth, Eddie stuck by your side the whole time. "Are you sure you don't wanna go home?" He said and you groaned.

"Eddie, I'm pregnant, not dying. Relax, alright? I'll be fine" you and winced your way through a hug, making him chuckle. Your boobs were super sore from just being pregnant and your stomach felt sore and achy from your muscles literally separating and tearing apart as your belly got bigger.

You came back outside, they'd scarfed down their food fast assuming it had something to with the food that made you throw up. "S-Sorry. I'm fine..." you said and Eddie pulled you onto his lap, sighing softly.

"Want a beer?" Robin offered and you took a deep breath. You cleared your throat and said "I..I can't. I have- I'm- I can't" "come on, everybody's drinking. Relax, have a good time" Steve said and you looked at Eddie.

He kissed your head and said "she's uh...she's pregnant. The throwing up was morning sickness which surprisingly happens literally all hours of the day, by the way" "holy shit" Nancy said, shaking her head.

You played with your hands nervously, you were practically shaking. Dustin chuckled and said "can I be an uncle?" "Yes, you can be an uncle, Dustin. Once my poor girl gets over her initial nerves you'll all be aunts and uncles and you'll realize exactly why I fell in love with her" he said and you looked down, embarrassed.

"I still can't believe you managed to get a girl that hot to marry you" Robin said and Eddie raised an eyebrow. You chucked and said "h-he's not that bad of a husband," "yea yea yea...how long till you pop the kid out?" Steve asked and you sighed.

"A while...I just finished my first trimester, which means I'm 14 weeks...which is 4 months. So I have 5 to 5 and a half months left depending on when the baby actually makes their appearance. I'll probably be huge by the end of it though, the doctor did say I was a bit big for a first pregnancy" you said and Eddie scoffed. He sipped his beer and said "that doctor is an asshole, you look hot with our little man in there"

"It's a boy?" Dustin asked and you shook your head. You sighed and said "Eddie thinks it's gonna be a boy but we won't know till I'm 5 months pregnant" "well I'm not gonna be the only one babysitting that thing by myself, the rest of you are helping" Steve said and they all chuckled.

"See...they like you," Eddie said and you smiled a little. El came out with a bowl of fruit for you. "Nancy said to get you fruit. You're not allergic to any of this stuff right?" She said and you shook your head, thanking her. You happily ate the fruit, not really joining in much on the conversation and mostly just cuddling with Eddie and playing with his hands and rings.

By the time your due date came, you hadn't been left alone for a single second the entire 5 months you'd been hanging out with them. They were always hanging out with you guys, taking care of you when Eddie was at work, massaging your feet for you (not without a 5 dollar bill put in their pocket beforehand), and constantly poking at your bump to see her kick. (Yup, you two were having a girl. Eddie could not stop crying that day, he was the hormonal one even though you were pregnant)

Your favorite thing was when everyone would say hi to you they would also say hi to the baby like she really was another person in the room. Robin quickly became your best friend, you guys were inseparable. You and Eddie were not the only ones annoyed by your daughter's delayed arrival, the whole gang had been excitedly waiting to meet the mini munson just as you two had been.

When Eddie finally got to call his uncle whilst holding his daughter in his arms and tell him that he was a dad, he felt like he had finally made it. Eddie obviously wanted to name her Ozzy but instead you two settled for Scarlett, or 'Scar' for short since he thought that was pretty badass.

You waited a few weeks to let everyone meet her since you know it was gonna be really overwhelming for her. You just wanted to wait a while until she was used to you guys' room and trailer and she was well adjusted to just existence in general.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Robin said and gasped, practically jumping up and down with excitement. Everyone was excited, but Robin was over the moon. You chuckled and brought her over to Auntie Robin first. "Ohh look at you. Holy shit, you look like your dad" she said and chuckled.

Steve smacked her arm and said "little ears" "it's fine, really. The first thing Eddie said when I finally pushed her out was "holy fucking shit" so...her first word may or may not be a curse word" you said and everyone snickered.

She got passed around quite a bit, everyone thoroughly washed their hands first and was really careful with her. "I still can't believe you made a whole ass human being and actually squeezed it out of you. How bad was the pain on a scale of one to ten?" Robin said, sitting on the couch with you as Scarlett rested on her legs, squirming around and playing with Robin's hands.

"You okay, my love?" Eddie said and you nodded. He kissed your head and said "you're such a good wife, you know that? An even better mom. I love you so much" "I love you too" you said and chuckled, happy to be with your chosen family.

I cant remember who or on what platform but someone wanted her pregnant pregnant so yea

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

So just comment or dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

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this one i wrote before @joukaiweek week i’ll admit it but i’ve been waiting for an excuse to post it

Static Ocean

rating T

characters joey wheeler/seto kaiba, appearances by the whole gang

tags Casual Weed Smoking, Characters With Anxiety, An Indirect Kiss, Also A Real One

1/21 - daydream || nightmare

There was the strike of a match, and Seto’s eyes centered on the flame. It was stark against the blue light that emanated from the TV set, bathing the couches and sleeping figures curled on the floors in monochromatic tones. Nighttime poured through the windows of the Muto house, blues and blacks and the stray fluorescent of outside lamp posts, and it cocooned the room in an almost silent blanket. For a few brief moments, Seto could pretend the outside did not exist. That he was bundled in a blanket on an unfamiliar couch, the last living soul in a world that had gone to sleep.

And then Joey Wheeler had lit a match.

Seto didn’t say anything from where his head was pressed against the couch pillows. To anyone else, he might’ve looked as konked out as the others. Yugi slept, arms and legs splayed out, with Ryou hugging his waist, their chests rising and falling in time. Tristan was leaning back in the elder Muto’s reclining chair, mouth open as he splayed out. Tea was propped against the couch, Duke with their head in her lap. The occasional murmur and sigh would sound from the collective party. A movie played, the sound so low it might as well have been muted, but Seto had become fascinated by the colors and shapes that played across the television set. His vision had blurred as exhaustion climbed through him. He’d forgotten that Wheeler was the last one awake, until he’d felt his body shift on the opposite couch cushions and heard him shuffling around. With a happy sigh, Wheeler had produced a single joint from somewhere amid his person and pulled out a pack of matches.

It wasn’t the first joint shared that night. Yugi, Tristan, and Wheeler had shared one earlier, and several kinds of alcohol had been passed around. Hours ago, the sounds had been joyous laughter, overwhelming chatter, and the excited shouts of people winning games. It was the exact imbibing that had settled everyone else into sleep. Seto had forgone any smoking at the time. He’d always had an image to protect, even here, even with these people, and it’d been instinct to reject it.

Now, he watched Wheeler bring the match to the joint he perched between his lips. The yellow glow of the light centered across his square features and made the shadows around him all the darker. He sucked in a deep breath, chest filling as the red end of the joint burned bright. He shook the match, causing the fire to dim, and he released a breath of smoke that filled the fuzzy air. The colors of the television reflected in the blue stream of smoke, like a projector on a screen. Wheeler blinked his red rimmed eyes, staring straight ahead. It dawned on Seto, who was also staring back, that they were actually looking at each other.

“Thought you were asleep,” Wheeler whispered. His voice was low, the fuzz of the TV making it sound like he was coming through a radio.

Seto only shook his head slowly. The pillow and blanket were too comfortable to move. Joey brought the joint back to his lips, and Seto didn’t blink as he took another deep breath. He saw the way his fingers pinched the paper, and the flick of his tongue as he wet his lips, and then the smoke billowing out like dragon’s breath. Joey’s eyes caught his again, and he extended out his hand.

“You want a hit?” he asked.

Seto wasn’t entirely sure what compelled him this time over others. He lifted up, a herculean effort for his tired limbs, and he accepted the joint. He examined it as he held it between to fingers like a cigarette. The cherry end was still lit, much dimmer now that no one was sucking on it, and the twisted paper at the other end was slightly damp where it’d touched Wheeler’s lips.

“You don’t have to,” Joey said. He leaned against the couch, cheek pressed to the back pillow. He had a sleepy, soft gaze on his face. “It’s cool, whatever.”

“You were going to smoke it alone,” Seto said. His own voice cracked, empty and tired from using it all day. He wished so many times he didn’t have to shout.

Wheeler shrugged. “Sometimes I get too anxious to sleep is all. I don’t mind sharing.”

Seto considered this, his own mind working at warp speeds. Among Yugi and his friends was the only time he really felt those thoughts slow. Now he wondered if it was the second hand smoke coming off them all along.

“Yugi’s grandfather doesn’t mind if you smoke?” he said.

Wheeler pressed his face into the couch to disguise his laugh. “Who’s weed do you think it is?”

Seto blinked, unsure if it was a joke or not. Wheeler peeked at him with that uneven grin of his that usually accompanied his friendly teasing. Seto brought the joint to his lips and pursed against the paper. It tasted vaguely like red candy and was still warm to touch. He breathed in, and smoke filled his throat, pouring all the way down to his lungs. It was more bitter than he expected, and crisp. It burned going down in a way that didn’t hurt. His shoulders hurt as he tried to hold in a cough. Joey chuckled again, reaching out to take the joint from him. Seto sat back, not ready to give it up, and Joey’s fingers closed around his wrist. They were at a momentary stalemate. Neither moved.

“How does it feel?” Joey asked.

Seto didn’t take his eyes from him. The smoke seat heavy in his lungs, but all he could feel were the warm points of his fingers against his rapidly increasing pulse. The static from the TV was palpable in the air, an electric buzz between them.

“It feels good,” Seto said.

“Good.” Joey pulled his wrist forward, dragging Seto along with it. “You gonna share or what?”

He pulled free the joint, pinching it between his fingers again. Seto could only stare, and stupidly he said, “It touched my mouth.”

“Yeah?” Joey rolled it between his fingers. “What about it?”

“It touched your mouth,” he said. It was like an equation he couldn’t quite solve.

“Ah,” Joey said, as though he had the answer. “That’s what you’re worried about.”

He sat up straight, setting the joint between his lips. He sucked in a breath, and when he released the smoke, it poured across Seto’s skin. In their normal, waking hours, this would be the start of a fight. Right now, Seto felt like he was dreaming.

“Does it bother you?” Wheeler asked.

Seto shook his head. Joey shifted closer. The cherry burned the air between them. He inhaled again, reaching across Seto to stub the burnt out end onto a tray. His brown eyes looked up at Seto, the rounded corners of them reflecting the blue light of the television. Seto sucked in a small breath as he drew his face close, and then Joey exhaled, pouring the smoke from his lips to Seto’s. He closed the space between them. Warmth flooded down Seto’s spine, and the rest of his limbs felt pleasantly numb. The burn of the smoke was chased by the sweet flavor of Wheeler’s lips. The times he’d imagined this, it’d be something more forceful, passionate, the two of them grappling at each other in the middle of one of their usual fights. This was something else. Comfortable. Warm. As simple as taking a breath.

Joey’s mouth moved slow against Seto’s. The tenderness he displayed was something unexpected, and Seto didn’t know if it was the weed or something instinctual. Seto sank into the sensation. He allowed himself to be carried away on the current, the smoky high now traveling to his fingertips. He barely noticed Joey’s hands sliding down his side. Calloused fingers found skin beneath the hem of the soft cotton shirt, and all at once electricity spiked through him. The white fuzz of the television set filled Seto’s head like an ocean wave washing the sand smooth. Every fired nerve rattled beneath his skin. They were wrapped around each other, only the blanket and the thin cloth of pajama bottoms separating them. Judging by Joey’s wandering hands, it wouldn’t even be that soon enough. Seto was being carried out to sea. He wanted to fade away entire, folded up in the heat and hearth of the moment.

A loud snort from Tristan rocked both of them, and they pulled apart. Whatever DVD had been playing returned to the main menu, and the silent lumps of sleeping friends didn’t move. Joey covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. Seto rubbed his face. Everything still felt like static. Definitely high.

“Sorry,” Joey whispered. “Probably not a good idea here.”

“No.” Seto eyed where Tristan slept. The man didn’t move. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“I’m never thinking.” He closed his eyes, sinking further into the pillows. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be?” Seto asked.

“You usually are at me. Thought I’d double check.”

“You’re safe from me, Wheeler,” Seto said, his own eyes closing. “For now.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Gotcha.”

Seto’s eyes grew heavy. It was the high dragging him down back into the cushions. Joey was propped up against the couch, also falling asleep. Seto didn’t say a word, only tugging on his arm. Joey followed the motion without thinking, as was usual, and laid down at his side. There was little room on the couch, even with Seto pressed against the back of the couch. The blanket wrapped around both of them, and they settled close together, Joey’s arms around him. Seto’s chin rested neatly over his head, and he could feel Joey’s breath against his collar. In and out, slow and steady. The ocean pulled back in, the white noise and cold glow of the TV like a white noise machine. He let himself be carried out to sea.

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INAZUMA SPOILERS!!!! PLS B CAREFUL

oOoOKAY SO LIKE

This is really random and not art AND my first time posting something here in MONTHS but I must rant about this to SOMEONE.

also its literally nighttime but im still up actually shedding tears over a game what the fuck

imagine at the very end of genshin everyone's just gathered together and and

kaeya and diluc finally made up, Lisa and Jean are together with klee and albedo + sucrose and Amber's also there 😭😭😭😭 THE OG GANG I MISS THEM SOSO MUCH

and then the liyue gang is together, zhongli living the life of a mortal and settling down, childe finally finding something to believe and pursue besides getting stronger, yanfei and hu tao doing their normal funeral law shit and being happy, qiqi being happy despite her sad ass past, xiao finally getting therapy, xiangling being a successful chef, beidou and kazuha traveling together and kazuha finally reaching closure of his dead friend, beidou marrying and fricking ningguang, ganyu and keqing also marrying, and xingqiu and chongyun marrying 😭😭 oh god my life is complete

AND LIKE

yoimiya bringing joy to inazumans with her fireworks and also finding out what the fireworks mean to her, thoma being with his tea dog and HHHHHHH AYAKA 🥺🥺 AYAKA FINALLY MAKES MORE FRIENDS AND DANCES AND PEOPLE AXCEPT HER AS A NOENAL PERSON WITHOUT FEELING YHE NEED TO PUSH OUT HER OWN ALTER EGO LIKE HER MOM

and finally, traveler being reunited with their sibling, hand in hand, waving at all of their friends and traveling to the next world.

fuck im not crying you are

anyways if u found the time to read this thank you I just needed to get that out ok bye

[ct-multifandom]

More s4 predictions? More s4 predictions.

Luka closure, duh. He will start moving on from his breakup and start existing outside the scope of Marinette’s love life

I really hope we see Adrien hanging out with him to parallel Mari hanging with Kagami but I’m afraid the parallel might just be Mari hanging with Luka as friends

Marinette will try to give Adrien a miraculous again. Near the end of the season, she’ll realize that there are only a couple if not one miraculous left without a holder, and she’ll get overtaken by the desire to work Adrien into her team. If I had to guess which one, I’d say the dog because it juxtaposes the cat and I think Sabrina, as an outsider to the group and former mean girl lackey, might be the last to go.

We’ll meet someone’s mom for the first time and she’ll get akumatized along with a mode of transportation. Maybe a motorcycle or airplane this time? Edit: I guess Gina/Befana was motorcycle mom already so we’re just missing airplane mom

Alec Cataldi will be Psychomedian. Since they rewrote Gagotor for this I’m guessing the new character was probably replaced with one we know, and Alec is a recurring, humorous TV personality who hasn’t been akumatized yet. I came across his English VA’s insta by chance on explore and he made a post about recording more Alec lines after Optigami’s release

Rocketear will be/have to do with Max who misses his mom after she leaves for a space mission. It’d be nice to see the continuation of this subplot, which was shown for a moment in Miracle Queen after Startrain. Plus, Ladybug needs to give Max a charm sooner rather than later and Gamer, a very specific akuma, already had a 2.0. Edit: I’m Stan and I was wrong.

When Megaleech was first announced I thought it might be Bob Roth(’s sentimonster?) based solely off the name, but assuming that’s the thing in the Polymouse episode, it’s hard to tell. It’s so non-human. I wasn’t expecting Mylene to get her miraculous here based off the name either. My new theory, which I’m admittedly not super confident in, is that Megaleech is the fusion of the entire Kitty Section who got screwed over by Bob and/or XY again. That would explain the French pun and also Mylene’s personal connection to the case at hand. It might also explain why this group of heroes was hanging out outside of school. I wonder how Ladybug’s new charm animation would work with more than one charm at a time. Would they skip it altogether and just show her passing them out? Would they all match with Megaleech’s colors or would they be different for the individuals?

Edit: I am editing this post because I just saw a theory that the villain of this episode will be Andre Bourgeois again. Megaleech’s color scheme and medallions match Malediktator perfectly, and the tiny thing Chat kicks in the trailer looks like a shrunken version of him if you look closely. This is a lot more believable, but it makes me wonder what leads to Mylene being the hero of the day.

I hope Polymouse doesn’t get overshadowed by the large team, but I also hope she doesn’t get overshadowed by Multimouse. Unfortunately, there are a lot of immature kids who hate Mylene for no reason, so I hope Polymouse will be the one to come up with the winning plan, use her powers cleverly, and be heroic in general so that she can prove how well the mouse fits her instead of unknowingly competing with Marinette.

Teenage Alix will make her entrance as Bunnix when her dad gets akumatized. Both Timebreaker and The Pharaoh had time-y powers, and Alim is a historian, so if he were to get akumatized, he’d probably turn into a villain who controls time as well, leaving his daughter as the only one who can take him.

Sandboy 2.0 will happen as everyone predicted based on the voice director’s story post with Sandboy’s VA. Ladybug will probably see Chat Blanc in place of zombie Adrien, raising a lot of questions and tension. Maybe Chat will see Ladybug abandon him, or something else related to solitude rather than being trapped? We will also finally find out who the akumatized kid is.

Speaking of, I think Sandboy 2.0 might be Caprikid’s entry episode. (What?) Let me explain. I think the Sandboy kid and Marc look pretty similar, and correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure they’re the only male characters with defined eyelashes in the whole show. Both of them also have celestial thematics which would fit with Marc’s last name, Anciel (en ciel, in the sky). Sandboy looks like the night sky while Marc has a rainbow theme. It’s possible that they’re related, so Ladybug will enlist Marc to help defeat Sandboy. Here are pictures:

I’ve also seen other people theorize that Caprikid’s power is related to dreams, I guess because of something like “counting sheep”. This isn’t my theory for his powers, but I see where it’s coming from. His kwami has the most interesting name. While most of the kwamis are related directly to their animal, Ziggy, the goat kwami, is named after David Bowie’s stage persona, Ziggy Stardust, who is an alien from space. David Bowie had other famous personas like the astronaut, Major Tom, and Aladdin Sane who had the iconic lightning bolt, all themes associated with the sky. I wouldn’t be surprised if these themes show up in Caprikid’s design, like if he has face paint instead of a mask or a similar hairstyle to Bowie.

We can already kind of tell that Caprikid and Coq Courage are matching just like their civilian selves do from their opening silhouettes with the chest fur and feathers. I predict it goes further than that with daytime/nighttime thematics. Roosters are associated with the sun, and my theory for Orikko’s power is illumination. Evillustrator’s biggest weakness, which ended up defeating him, was darkness, and I read a post today that pointed out that he can draw without even looking at his tablet so it’s more likely that he’s just scared of the dark. If he has day themes I think Caprikid will compliment that with night sky themes based on the stuff above.

I expect Evillustrator will have a 2.0 episode or any sort of comeback at some point. He’s probably one of the most iconic akumas, yet he’s only been truly akumatized once, at least on-screen. Plus, ladybug needs to get protective charms to all her hero pals asap.

We will probably meet the family of a couple more major characters who don’t have canon family members yet.

I hope we see more more-than-one-person and/or fusion akumas among the major cast. The protective charms are helpful but it sucks that they limit our possibilities for this type of stuff.

Sabrina will leave Chloe once and for all, which will trigger a big change in both of their characters. Sabrina will become more independent and leader-like, but Chloe will hit her lowest point. If not for... a certain person’s writing... I’d say this will be the true catalyst for her development as she faces cold hard reality for the first time... but I’m not so sure. Maybe she’ll just mellow down and become less bad and less relevant. Maybe she’ll snap and join evil Lila. Only time can tell.

I want to see my boy King Monkey again this season before the big finale, which will probably have everyone, and I’m pretty sure I will. I feel like they’ll all show up before that. I want him to move across the city by swinging across stuff like a monkey on vines.

We will finally see Ryuko’s full transformation and lightning dragon. I saw that the Roblox server thing featured the (oversimplified and blocky) coreo for her full transformation before the actual show did? A bit embarrassing.

I want to predict something for my boy Ivan, but he gets so little screen time that I just can’t think of anything :( I’m very excited for Minotaurox, though, and it’s possible that he’ll be involved with his family rather than Mylene or his friends.

The whole gang takes down Shadowmoth. Booyah, 17 teenage furries, bet he didn’t see that coming. And everyone has a big “pointing and laughing” moment until the obligatory Adrien angst commences