#i am laughing at my own nonsense dramatics

[averwonders]

you know you're down bad for academic validation and perfect scores when you don't see a 6/6 VA in your eye test report and your first thought is "oh no I've gotta do better than that, this is disappointing, I've let my family down :'( why didn't I get a better score."

#it's hilarious when i saw the visual acuity 6/12 with my current glasses and i felt bad for not having 6/6 #lmao #needed new glasses haha #eye tests #glasses #visual acuity #aver does shit post #to add onto my disappointment my unaided va is 6/36 #i am a shame to my lineage *dramatic bgm* *dramatic sobbing* #i am laughing at my own nonsense dramatics

[onlyfreds]

Someday | E.M.

Title: Someday

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: A girl and an original, sounds like a fantasy, but nothing is impossible when it comes to love.

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I posted a fic, so hopefully this is half as decent as I hope it is and you guys like it

The story of a girl and her vampire: if any outsider were to hear the story, it would sound crazy, almost like some sort of fantasy.

Shutting the door of the taxi, you stepped out into the cobblestone streets and took a deep breath. 

“Finally.” You thought, having achieved your lifelong dream of moving to New Orleans. 

Lugging your suitcase behind you, you searched for the address of the place you’d be staying at. 

–

“And here is your room.” Cami, a friend from high school who’d you be staying with gestured to the guest room next to her own room.

“Thanks Cami. You’re the best!” You smiled, proceeding to give the girl a hug, “I promise I’ll move out the minute I find a more affordable apartment.” 

She laughed, “Nonsense, stay here as long as you like. Anyway, I have to go back to my shift at the bar now but when I close up, we can definitely go out for dinner.” 

“Sounds great! I can also help out at the bar if you want.” You offered. 

“Stop.” The blonde grinned, “You are my guest and you will do no such thing. Now go and unpack.”

“Fine. Fine.” You gave in with a playful eye roll.

–

“Does this place do deliveries? I don’t think I want to eat anywhere else ever again.” You took a sip of water making Cami laugh.

“I’m pretty sure they do.” She said as the waiter dropped off the bill.

While Cami was searching for her wallet in her bag, you pulled out some cash and hurriedly gave it to the waiter, “Take it before she finds hers.” 

Realizing what had just happened, Cami gave you a pointed look, “Y/N.” 

“Cami.” You mirrored her tone, giving her the same look, “It’s on me, I swear.”

“But-” She tried to protest. 

“Shh.” You interrupted, “You’re already practically giving me a place to stay, provided that I pay for my share for the water and electricity bills. Ever since I have arrived, you have been nothing but incredibly generous to me. Let me do this.” 

“Fine.” Cami gave in with a roll of her eyes, “But when you go to the bar, drinks are on me.” 

This made you smile, “Now who am I to turn down free drinks?” 

–

“Who are the Mikaelsons?” You asked after Cami had told you that you should come along to a party they were hosting that night. 

“They’re the most influential family in Orleans.” She said, ruffling through her closet in search of something to wear, “The Mikaelsons are practically like royalty.” 

You raised a brow in question, “So, they’re pretentious?”

“Not all of them.” Cami smiled, “Klaus is a little though, but the rest of them aren’t so.” 

Laughing, you said, “Can’t wait to meet them. I don’t have a dress though.” 

“There’s a boutique down the corner.” Cami said, “When can go take a look there if you want.” 

–

Cami sure wasn’t joking when she said that the Mikaelsons were like royalty. 

The compound you and Cami had just walked into was majestic and almost mansion-like. The lights that decorated the walls just seemed to make the place even bigger. 

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Cami said, noticing how awestruck and speechless you were.  

“First thought that came into my mind was ‘you’re joking’. But, after seeing this, I think it's not entirely impossible.” You said.

“Camille! Glad to see you could make it.” A deep and husky voice boomed from the corridor as the owner approached the two of you.

“Klaus.” Your friend smiled, “Nice to see you too.” 

“I see you’ve also brought a friend.” The man, or rather Klaus, mused before turning to you, “I’m sure that I’ve already been introduced by my entrance, so, may I know your name?” 

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled. 

“Niklaus.” A man in a suit came up next to Klaus, almost appearing out of thin air, “Are you causing someone an inconvenience again?”  

Klaus dramatically gasped, now turning his attention to the man next to him, “I’m offended at how you think I bother everyone.” 

“That seems to be the case, sometimes.” The man nods to Cami, “Camille.” 

He then turns to you, a small smile growing on his handsome face while he reaches for your hand and brushes his lips against your knuckles, “And may I be able to put a name to that beautiful face?” 

Giggling, you could feel the butterflies starting to stir, “I’m Y/N and you are?” 

“Elijah.” He answered.

“So, Y/N. May I have this dance?” Elijah asked, offering a hand to you.

Glancing over at Cami, she gave a nod along with a subtle wink.

“I would love to.” You grinned, taking his hand and he led you away from your friend.

That was where it all started, with two lonely hearts beating in the dark.

–

“Your company has been the best I’ve had in a while.” Elijah smiled as the two of you stopped in front of Cami’s house. Cami had disappeared with Klaus leaving you to fend for yourself.

“Glad to have been of service then.” You laughed.

“Hopefully, this isn’t the last time I’ll be catching any sight of your captivating presence.” He said. 

“I assure you, Elijah, you won’t be getting rid of me that easily.” You smiled.

The gentleman smiled as well, kissing along your knuckles the same way when you had first met earlier, “I’ll be counting on that.” 

–

“I’m home!” It’s been a month since your arrival to New Orleans, finally having signed a lease for your own apartment, the only downside was the fact that you couldn’t move there for another month.

“So, how was your date?” Cami came into the living room as you were kicking off your shoes. 

Rolling your eyes at her teasing, you retorted, “Cami, how many times do I have to tell you that it's’ not a date. Elijah and I just went to watch theater like friends do.”

“Yeah, friends do go to the theater but even a blind person could see how you and Elijah are a far cry from friends.” She said. 

You went to the kitchen to get some water, “Touche, I can literally say the same about you and Klaus.” 

Cami was immediately on your trail, “Klaus and I acknowledge our feelings. You and Elijah don’t. It seems like both of you have this intense fear of rejection. To be honest, the two of you would be a pretty amazing couple.” 

“Is my crush on him that obvious?” You asked, leaning against the door of the fridge.

“Even someone who doesn’t believe in the concept of love could see it.” She confirmed, throwing a teasing smile.

“Oh my-” You groaned, “Then this means that he knows as well.” 

Although Cami had been successful at holding back a laugh, a grin still appeared on her face as she fondly shook her head as a mother would, “You and him are the only people oblivious to each other’s feelings.” 

“Whatever.” You felt the heat starting to take over your face, “I’m going out, we’re out of milk.” 

“In the middle of the night?” Cami asked.

You started putting your shoes on, “No better time.” 

–

For the past half hour, you couldn’t stop thinking about what your friend had said, could Elijah possibly bear the same feelings for you?

Strangely, the city sounds and the gravel crunching under your feet didn’t distract you at all. But you couldn’t shake off the strange feeling you had, almost like your gut was telling you that something is…eerie. 

You could’ve sworn that someone had to be walking behind you but when you turned around, there was nothing but a gust of wind rattling the leaves.

Brushing it off as a figment of your imagination and the fact that it was almost midnight, you started on the way back home, how on earth did you think that a store would sell you some milk at this hour?

In an attempt to get rid of the chill that was running through your whole body, you tucked your hands into the pockets of your coat. 

Then, under a split second, you were suddenly thrown against the wall - feeling a bit dizzy from the impact. 

You kicked and tried to scratch the person but then the man holding you captive, grinned and flashed his fangs.

At first, you thought that you had gone mad. It was practically impossible for vampires to exist. Then the man’s eyes started to darken and the veins on his face became prominent as he said, “Guess I’m getting some dessert after all.” 

Nothing prepared you for this moment, in school, they never exactly taught what to do in case you run across a vampire (who also happened to not actually exist in the first place).

As the sharp points of the fangs inched closer, you braced yourself for the worst, hoping that you would jolt awake in your bed and find out that this entire thing was just some nightmare. 

The grip on your throat suddenly loosened as the man in front of you limply dropped to the ground.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” The husky voice of your savior pulled you out of your shock.

“Elijah?” If you thought that the prospect of vampires being real was enough of a surprise for a lifetime, wait till you are met with Elijah Mikaelson, seemingly wiping blood off his hands as a real heart lay discarded at his side while he asked if you were okay.

“Do you want me to walk you back to Cami’s?” He asked. 

“Did you just…” You started feeling dizzy, feeling completely overwhelmed with everything to be processed in the last few minutes, “pull his heart out?”

He was rendered speechless, not actually expecting that you would ask this. After a moment of silence, he answered cautiously, “Yes.” 

“H-how?” You asked, not really sure if you wanted to know the answer.

Elijah looked defeated as he offered a small smile, “Let me walk you back to Cami’s and I’ll explain everything once we get there.” 

In an attempt to lighten some of the tension, you asked, “Promise you won’t bite?” 

Elijah laughed, “Promise.” 

–

It’s been two weeks since you were told of the grand secret of New Orleans: that werewolves, witches and vampires not only roamed the streets but were also practically like royalty and the Mikaelsons happened to be called the “Originals” which are the very first vampires ever.

It’s also been two weeks since you had last seen Elijah Mikaelson. 

After doing everything, even dropping by the compound in desperate hopes that you would actually see him - it was almost like he was avoiding you.

Okay, he was actually avoiding you.

“Hello ‘Bekah.” You grinned as the blonde greeted you with a kiss to the cheek, ‘as the French do’. 

“This is exciting! We haven’t gone shopping in ages.” She asked with a mirroring smile, looping her arm around yours almost dragging you to the shopping center. 

–

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, did you and Elijah have a fight or something?” Rebekah asked out of the blue while browsing the dresses. 

“No. Why?” You replied.

“The two of you just seem so awfully distant lately.” She said, “And Elijah’s been in some kind of somber mood, he practically just shuts himself in his room all day. It’s Klaus who normally does that.” 

“He’s been avoiding me for two weeks, ever since the incident with a vampire.” You said. 

She raised a brow in question, “What incident?” 

“You mean he didn’t tell you?” You then recounted how you discovered the secret that lies beneath the streets of New Orleans.

–

Taking a deep breath, your fist hung an inch away from the door to Elijah’s room. After telling Rebekah the whole story, she pestered (and almost dragged) you to go to Elijah and talk it out.

You were about to knock when the door suddenly swung open. Elijah Mikaelson stood there, in a white shirt and pyjama pants, looking very much surprised. 

“Y-Y/N? What’re you doing here?” He asked once he had finally come around. 

“I’m worried.” You admitted, “You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks. I had no idea if something had happened to you or if you were mad at me or something. 

“I’m a vampire, an Original vampire, for goodness sake.” Elijah said, “I’m a monster, Y/N/N, I could hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“‘Lijah, what’re you talking about? You’re anything but a monster. You’re literally the sweetest person I know.” You protested. 

“Aren’t you terrified by the prospect that I was transformed into a creature that feeds off of blood? A creature that nearly killed you?” 

“I’m not and you wanna know why? Because I know the real you and you’re far from just a vampire.” 

“But-” Before he could utter another word you suddenly pressed your lips to his, effectively shutting him up.

“That was.” Elijah grinned as he found it difficult to find the words to describe just how perfect it was. 

You giggled, looping your arms around his neck, “If you’re going to pick back up on your monologue, I’m seriously kicking you.” 

The vampire chuckled, “I can’t seem to recall what the topic was anymore.” before pulling you in for another kiss.

–

The sun was shining, the air was cool, and all the factions of New Orleans were at peace - nothing could seem more perfect.

Especially with your arm looped around Elijah’s. 

“It feels like eternity since I last saw this.” Elijah mused. 

“Saw what?” You asked. 

“This.” He emphasized, “Everything is at peace, almost as if we were in some sort of paradise.” 

Looking up at him with a smile, you said, “As long as I’m around you, everyday is paradise.”

The original chuckled, pecking a kiss to your cheek, “Now look who’s stealing my lines.” 

“What?” You feigned offence, “Would you rather someone else did?” 

“Never in a million years.” Elijah answered.

–

“Where is she? Bring me to her, this instance!” Elijah almost screamed as he bursted through the doors of the compound.

“Elijah, you need to calm down, she’s okay.” Rebekah said in an attempt to console her brother. 

“I saw her, Rebekah, I know she isn’t okay - it’s my fault, I need to see her.” Her older brother pleaded. 

“She’s in the guest room with Cami.” 

As soon as the blonde uttered these words, Elijah ran to the room in question, “Camille! How is she?”

Cami shushes him, “She’s okay Elijah, her injuries looked worse than they actually were, she’s just resting now.” 

The original breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down on the seat Cami had been occupying earlier while nursing you, “Thank you Cami, I’m sorry for what happened.” 

Cami gave him a reassuring smile, “It’s not your fault Elijah, none of us would’ve seen it coming.”

She then left the room, closing the door behind her to give you and Elijah some privacy.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here, go home, it’s too dangerous.” Elijah said the moment he saw you.

“I can’t Eli, I can’t stay home knowing  that all of you are out here.” You protested. 

“It’s too dangerous out here, you could get seriously hurt and I don’t want that.” He argued. 

Before you could argue any further, Elijah immediately vampire-sped you to a secluded part of the area, “Stay here and don’t come out unless you are in grave danger or I come to pick you up.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly pressed a kiss to lips, “Little advice, getting stabbed with the white oak stake, because that will surely get you killed.” 

Despite the ongoing battle, Elijah managed to smile, “I’ll take note of that then.”

–

Elijah would surely lecture you for this, that is if the both of you make it out of this alive. 

It feels like actual torture to just stand around and wait for the battle to be over, so naturally, you ignored what Eliah had tol you and set out to fight.

Setting aside the tragedy, the whole scenery almost looked like something out of a movie - the blood splattered everyday could’ve been enough to stage a couple of crime scenes, hearts lay discarded, almost indistinguishable figures moved in and out and fortunately, no one has noticed you.

That’s when you saw it, Lucien with the white oak stake in his hand, ready to stab an unsuspecting Elijah busy fighting another vampire. 

So, you did the natural thing and took the stake for him.

Elijah closed his eyes, he could still remember the way his senses told him that something was wrong a little too late, the way the blood soaked your shirt, your pained scream.

He was supposed to protect you, how could he let that happen?

“Elijah…” He suddenly heard the voice he so desperately wanted to hear. 

“Y/N/N,” Elijah stood up, stroking your hair, “How’re you feeling?” 

You smiled at him, “I’m feeling fine, shoulder’s just a bit sore.”

“I’m sorry,  I should’ve been able to protect you, I was supposed to keep you safe. How do I manage to kill every woman I love?” He said.

“It’s not your fault, you protected me, you literally had me hide in a safe place. I was the one who walked into the battlefield.” You insisted. 

A slight pout formed on Elijah’s lips, “But you still got hurt, you literally got stabbed. I should’ve just brought you back to the compound first.” 

“And let you get stabbed with the white oak stake? Not a chance.” You laughed. 

“But you got hurt.” 

“And you’re alive, would you rather it be the other way around?” 

“I don’t like it when you get hurt.” 

“I told you to avoid the white oak stakes.” 

You sighed, intertwining your hands, “Eli, I’m not a damsel in distress, I appreciate that you want to protect me but know that I can also protect you. It’s basically just give and take.” 

“For as long as I can remember, I’ve always protected everyone I loved.” He said.

“Then, me and your family will always be here to protect you.” You answered.

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson x y/n #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah x reader #elijah x y/n #mikaelson family #mikaelson family x reader #the originals x you #the originals fanfiction #the originals

[junnnhui]

can't believe it took me this long to watch Bad Buddy because I am fucking obsessed? first of all I am a sucker for any reimagined version of a romeo-juliet story, and this one especially was such a delight <3 watching these two try to ignore each other because their parents hate each other was amusing enough, but watching them constantly scheming to avoid each other and pretend to be enemies because their faculties don't get along (when they're literally the definition of soulmates) was just peak television.

one thing that i especially love is how this is one of the few thai BLs- hell, this is one of the few pieces of media- where it feels like the main couple would actually last in the long run. usually it's just two leads who are attracted to each other and something dramatic happens and they fall in love in a way that feels grand but is just kind of... dramatic and superficial ig. but here- they enjoy spending time together even outside of all the flirting and cuddling, they're good at conflict resolution and communication, they are super supportive of each other, and they help each other broaden their perspectives. these two are such a domestic, functional couple, and despite all the bickering and fighting and pouting they just- really make it work.

another thing that really struck me is their physical closeness. a lot of thai BLs (especially lately) show a lot of steamy, physically intimate scenes but this one really had nothing (from the bts videos it looks like their kisses were supposed to be chaste-r but the actors just decided to give us a l'il treat xD). instead we get to see these two wrestle each other, or tend to each others wounds or feed each other, and that's. a really smart and refreshing way to show their physical closeness. i like that they didn't need to show us anything at all to prove how close these two are. i like that they decided to highlight the romantic aspect of the relationship without relying on the sexual one.

also. can i just say. romance and plot points aside. the show is just so entertaining. the pilot starts off with a bang and everything that follows is a treat. the conflicts are fucking hilarious. I was giggling every few minutes and all the bickering is top notch nonsense and every character is such a dumbass in their own right that their dynamics had me ugly laughing the whole time. but all that being said- their first kiss killed me? it was so gut wrenching and angsty and emotional I was sobbing my eyes out the whole time?? there were also several other moments where I was really worried for the characters. the conflict between the two faculties and the two families is flimsy enough to work perfectly for the humour but the stakes feel real at the same time so every serious beat in the story had me biting my nails fr. this whole show was a ride and idk how they did it but god. the plot is giving KFC a run for its money- it was finger licking good.

so yeah. tldr- i've had these mfers for two days now but if anything happens to them I'll kill everyone and then myself.

#bad buddy #bad buddy rant #p'aof when i catch you #megumi.txt #edit: did not expect people to actually read this? alsjdhdvsksk

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Medic x M!Reader || Unreliable Nurse

[Hurt/Comfort] [Understanding Medic] [Period Accurate Homophobia/Xenophobia towards Gays/Germans] [Coworkers to Ambiguous] [GORE WARNING]

You were a mercenary. You were hired to kill people day in and out for the gratification of your superiors and you were not allowed to stop until the day your contract ended. Every morning should have been the same- wake up, gear up, shoot up.

So why the hell were you holding your Heavy's torso open with spreaders while your Medic bug around in his organs?! You were supposed to end lives, not mangle them back to life!

"Medic, why am I even here?" You grunt in disgust as Heavy's organs squish against your bare palm. They are disgustingly alive. Should intestines move like that on their own?!

"Well someone has to hold the ribcage open, and my hands are rather busy at the moment!" Medic responded cheerfully. He was right though; both of his hands were what you could only describe as groping Heavy's lungs and heart with a sadistically pleasures look in his eyes.

"Eugh, you look like you're getting off to this." You growled as Medic finally seemed satisfied with his curiosities. The lungs he had installed in Heavy were significantly bugger than your head- would the torso even close up?

"Nonsense, I am a professional- er, mostly." Medic chuckled to himself. He waved your hold away as he healed Heavy back up to his usual hulking self. Well, at least someone seemed happy about the surgery that wasn't an absolute psycho.

You had no idea why you helped Medic clean up after the surgery, you could have left at any time, yet you didn't. Maybe it was because you held a burning question on the tip of your tongue that begged to esca-

"Do you actually get off to like, gore and stuff?"

Shit.

Medic perked up, a quizzical look on his face as he flushed the blood into the storage bags. "Do I really give off that vibe?" He sounded rather genuine in his question too. Fuck, you felt like the world's biggest asshole.

"I mean, Scout seems to think so- plus uh, you do this thing with your face that kinda well-" you stumbled over your words as you swept up the bone fragments into the dustpan at your feet. Bending over, you finally finished your sentence. "I dunno, it just looks like you're some kinda sadist."

Medic shook his head as he placed the bloodbags into the fridge. His eyes flickered over where the Spy head used to be before the enemy Scout stole it back. He was a rather funny conversationalist.

"No, not a sadist in the regard. You all are perfectly safe from me!" Medic attempted to joke. You nodded and gave him a small laugh of acknowledgement.

"Well, I suppose I should tell Scout the good news. He's been spouting about how you've been trying to inject him with homosexual serum to see if you can turn him." You informed him. You and the team knew that Scout was spouting bullshit, but your curiosity to Medics reaction was what pulled you to tell him.

Medic slammed a fist down onto his vivisection table, his expression rather grimly stern.

"I've had it with that ungrateful little brat." He muttered. He looked to you, but when you nodded in understanding, he started to vent. "He's always getting himself into shit, then begging me to fix him back up!" Medic threw his hands up, mocking Scout's voice. "always 'Oh medic, heal me!' 'Oh medic! I broke my arm again!'" Medic growled as he slicked his hair back and sighed. "All while calling me a goddamn nazi when I prioritize Heavy!"

You let Medic rant. Clearly this had been on his mind and weighing on him, if the nervous pacing and dramatic gesturing was anything to go by. Yeah, you had heard Scout make a few jabs about the SS and war camps to Medic, but you never really had gotten involved before- it wasn't your business anyway and Medic could handle himself- so you thought.

"I'm not a fucking nazi! I was sixteen and drafted as a Medic!"

You interrupted Medoc with a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at you, shocked and clearly hurt in his brow.

"Yeah, I'll bust him up for that. Didn't know it was that bad, if I knew I woulda stepped in." You apologized- at least, this was your version of an apology. Medic took a calming inhale before he tried to return you a weak smile.

"I try not to let the words of the youth get to me too much. Hell, do you think he was alive for the war?" Medic laughed weakly.

"Isn't he about 25? Probably was born just on the outskirts of it." You mused. You were a few years older than Scout was, but Medic outmatched you with the streaks of grey in his hair. He shook his head softly with a muttering of "Ah, the blissful ignorance of the young."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I don't think you're a nazi nor do I think you're some weird psychosexual freak trying to turn us all into homos." You promise with a playful punch to Medic’s shoulder. "Besides, you can't turn what's already there, yeah?"

"You're-"

"Mhm, don't go telling anyone though, I could lose a job if that info came out."

You thought it was only for that you were open to Medic, since he was gracious enough to be honest with you.

"I thought I was the only one!" Ah, there was that excitedly happy chirp you were scaredly fond of.

Maybe being an impromptu nurse wasn't so bad after all.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #fanfiction #tf2 x reader #tf2 medic #team fortress medic #tf2 medic x reader #medic x reader #medic x mreader #tf2 x mreader #tf2 x male reader #tf2 mercs x male reader #tf2 mercs x reader #prettyboy pistol

[babyhatesreality]

We-sponsor-bilwittie

Paring: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Summary: You really want a pet. Papa really doesn’t. Daddy is just having fun watching the battle.  Warnings: DDLG themes (SSC), f!reader, reader is named (but name scarcely used), language, stubborn baby, stubborn papa, threat of Time Out, fluff (there will always be fluff in my stuff (that rhymed, album coming out with Anthony Mackie soon) :D)

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“Please??”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease??”

“No.”

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!”

“No no no no no no no.”

“But Papa!” you whined, throwing your hands up desperately. Steve looked up from his desk with that no-nonsense look. You sighed and dropped your hands, knowing you’d already lost. You pouted with all your might.

“I said no. Now stop asking,” Steve said firmly, arching one eyebrow up at you as if to warn you to behave. You tilted your head as his blue eyes stared sternly into yours. 

“But...how am I a’posed to get you to say yes if I can’t ask anymore?” you asked, genuinely curious. Before Steve could heave another world-weary sigh, a chuckle from behind you turn your focus around. Bucky was leaning against the doorframe, not even trying to suppress the shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Convinced him yet, munchkin?” he asked you. You shook your head dramatically, hoping it would win you sympathy points. 

“No. He still says I can’t have a kitty,” you said mournfully. Steve rolled his eyes at your theatrically wounded tone. “But I really really want one, Daddy.”

Bucky nodded. “I know you do, baby. I’m on board. But like I said- you gotta convince Papa.” He looked up to see Steve shooting daggers with his eyes in his direction. “Personally, I still think it’s a great idea,” he plowed on, deliberately ignoring the glare. 

You whipped around to face Steve again, your eyes wide with delight. “See, Papa! Daddy says we can!” Steve’s face morphed into something kinder as his gaze turned to you. 

“Angel, you’re too little to take responsibility for a cat. It’s a living animal that needs care and attention.”

“I can be we-sponsa...we-sponble...we....I can do it!”

Steve couldn’t help but grin as you stumbled over the word, but then put his serious Papa face back on. “Maybe I’d believe you if your bed was made and your teeth were brushed. Those are both chores that you have yet to do that show your responsibility, and I’m pretty sure neither of them are done right now,” he said nonchalantly, deliberately turning his gaze back to his paperwork to see what you’d do. 

Upon hearing that, you turned and raced out of the room, Bucky neatly sidestepping as you tore down the hall to your bedroom. You knew Steve shouted something about not running or something, but you didn’t have time to listen- you were on a mission to prove that you were we-spans....we-spandable...that you could do it.  

Bucky laughed, watching you nearly slide past your door in your socked feet during your mad dash. Steve’s ticked-off gaze swung back up to his partner. “You’re not helping,” he snarled at Bucky. 

“I’m not trying to,” Bucky answered back. Steve shot him an aggravated look. “Why are you so dead-set against getting a cat, Stevie?” he asked, walking into the room and plopping himself in the chair next to the desk. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Because, Buck, you and I have a lot on our plates already, and Katie is too little to remember to take care of it consistently.”

“I think she can do it. She wants it badly enough. We can just add it to her chore chart.”

“And see how well that’s working out?” Steve responded sarcastically, gesturing to where you had just exited in a rush a moment ago.

“So she missed a couple things this week. Big deal.”

“First off, you can’t miss a couple things when you’re taking care of a live animal. Second, you want to reward her bad behavior by getting her something that will be even more work?

“Stevie, you’re looking at this the wrong way,” Bucky said, leaning forward on his elbows. He stopped for a second, hearing the pounding of little feet as you raced to the bathroom to complete your second task. “If that doesn’t prove my point...” Bucky murmured under his breath before turning his gaze back to his husband. “Look. She really wants this. She wants it bad enough and she’s stubborn enough to pull it off. Why don’t you try letting her show you she can be responsible? Give her a few new things to do, tell her it’s a trial run to see if she can handle it. Either she’ll prove that she can, or it’ll be too much work and she’ll lose interest.” Steve thought for a moment, then fixed Bucky with a no-nonsense stare. 

“Will you stop encouraging her to pester me about it in the meantime?” he asked, arching one eyebrow, knowing that Bucky had been behind the subtle reminders to bombard him with your asks. 

“Absolutely not. This is too much fun.”

You raced back into the room just in time to catch the word ‘fun’, clambering onto Steve’s lap. “Look, Papa, I brushed my teeth! See?” You breathed heavily and open-mouthed right into his face so he could smell the minty freshness. Papa snorted a laugh, then suddenly wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest tightly. 

“You are adorable, you know that?” he said, nuzzling his nose into your hair and smelling your clean, warm, soft scent. You giggled and blushed, turning your face into his chest and nuzzling back. 

“Made my bed too,” you said hopefully, your face smushed up against him but not wanting to lose your momentum. Steve dropped a quick kiss onto the top of your head, then leaned back to look you in the face. 

“Alright, sweetness, let’s make a deal, okay?” 

“Okay, Papa! Deal!” 

“I haven’t even told you what the deal is yet.”

“Right!”

Another chuckle. “Here’s the deal. Daddy and I are going to give you a few more chores on your chore chart. They’re going to be things that need to be done every day. These are going to be things to prove that you can be responsible enough to take care of a kitty cat every day. Do you understand?”

You nodded vigorously, wiggling in your excitement. “Yeah, Papa, I do! I do! Then we can get a kitty?”

“Well, that will depend on you, baby,” he said simply. You stopped wiggling- this was getting serious. “You will need to do all your chores, every day, for a whole month. No missing, no skipping, no ‘I forgot’. If you can do that, we can move on to the next step of possibly getting a cat.” Steve ignored the glare that Bucky was now shooting his way, presumably about the ‘next step’ remark. Hel, if he was going to capitulate to both of you and bring a live animal into this apartment, he was going to make damn sure it was the right call before subjecting a poor kitten to possible neglect. 

For Bucky’s part, he knew that Steve was going to make you jump through hoops to prove your responsibility, but he hadn’t anticipated a multi-tiered acceptance program. Sometimes he missed the little guy that would just rush head first into anything, but being an Avenger and seeing the trouble that Tony would get himself into with that kind of thinking had curbed that to an extent. Not to mention anything having to do with you; especially your well-being and safety. If Bucky was being honest with himself, as much as he sometimes missed the ‘little guy’, he loved the caring, sensitive, over-protective man even more. His face morphed from annoyed into a soft smile at that realization. 

As for you, you thought very hard about what Papa said. He was very serious about the whole thing, so you knew that you must be serious too. Could you do it? It wasn’t that they ever gave you chores that were out of your league or didn’t understand when you were a bit younger and couldn’t complete them- they were very fair and understanding. It was just...a lot to think about in your little mind. 

But you were also stubborn and determined. You could do this. You could do this for your future kitty cat child. You WOULD do this. 

“Deal,” you said to Papa, with your most serious face on. You held out your hand to shake as you’d seen him and Uncle Tony do a lot when they were done arguing about stuff. Papa barely suppressed his grin and shook your hand. 

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Exactly one month later, Steve was flabbergasted. And starting to sweat. Not only had you completed your chore chart every day (sometimes by the skin of your teeth but it still counted), you had also taken to “feeding” your stuffies every day to show your responsibility. You brought them to the breakfast table and insisted on making them a little bowl full of whatever handful of stuff you could grab from the pantry- Cheerios, goldfish, M&Ms if you could find them. You would then plop your chosen stuffy down next to you with the bowl in front of them and tell them to eat up as you ate your own breakfast. 

The first couple days had been cute, but then Steve was starting to get disgruntled at the waste of food. “Katie-Cat,” he’d scolded gently. “You need to stop putting bowls down for your stuffies. They....” He’d been about to say ‘don’t eat’ when he stopped. Both yours and Bucky’s eyes had slid to him on his last ‘they’; yours were wide with concern, Bucky’s were narrow at Steve’s close call to breaking your spell of play. “They...don’t finish it all,” Steve concluded lamely, giving Bucky a look as if to say Is that better? “We don’t want to waste food, do we?”

“Papa,” you explained carefully and slowly, as if he was dumb and just not getting the concept. “I HAVE to. I am being we-sponsor-ball.” 

How was he supposed to argue with that?

It wasn’t that he didn’t think a cat would be a good addition to their little family. He just wanted to make very sure it was the correct move, especially where you were concerned. Tomorrow was the deadline for the month, but what was the next step going to be? 

As if to answer his inner turmoil, he heard Bucky scolding you from your bedroom about keeping your room clean yet again. It had been a point of contention for all of you ever since day one. Both Steve and Bucky liked clean, orderly spaces- a throwback from their days in the army, no doubt. They made it your chore to make sure all your clothes were picked up and your toys were put away by the end of the day, but they hadn’t counted on just how much destruction you could do between waking up and going to bed. You just simply didn’t care if your pajamas were on the floor all day- they just had to be put in the hamper by bedtime. Neither Bucky nor Steve had made any headway in convincing you to just put them straight into the hamper. And from the sounds coming from your room, it was pretty clear that Bucky was trying (and failing) again. This gave Steve a fantastic idea. 

He trotted to the door where Bucky was standing, arms crossed, and peered inside. You were stomping to your hamper with ill grace, throwing your pajamas and socks and play clothes into it, not saying a word. The scowl on your little face was adorable to him, although he knew Bucky was about two seconds from the ‘lose the attitude’ speech and making you sit in Time Out.  

“You know, angel,” Steve broke in, causing you to look up, surprised. “You’re going to have to keep a kitty’s stuff clean too.” He saw Bucky suddenly relax and smirk out of his periphery- he knew where Steve was going with this- and Steve knew he was on the right track. “You’re going to have to wash its food and water bowls and pick up any kitty toys that it leaves out,” he said, emphasizing all the additional chores deliberately. “Going to have to clean up a lot for a kitty.” They had previously agreed that there would be no litter box scooping- they were both too freaked out about the germs that you could get and anyways there were all these self-cleaning litter boxes nowadays. No sense in not taking advantage of today’s technology. 

The little statement worked like a charm. Suddenly, you were in a flurry to clean up the rest of your clothes, even going so far as to toss Pipsqueak back onto your bed from where he had fallen a couple minutes ago. When your room was clean, you stood in front of Papa, brushing the hair out of your sweaty face and looking at him hopefully. 

“In fact, that’s the next level of you being responsible enough to get a kitty,” Steve said, laying it on thick. “You will need to keep your room perfectly clean all day.”

“I can do it! I can be we-sponsor-ble!”

“For three months.”

Your jaw hit the floor. Three whole MONTHS?! Were they insane?! How did they expect you to accomplish such a huge, Herculean feat?! Was this even legal?! 

Both Papa and Daddy were smirking at your astonishment in how you were possibly expected to live up to such lofty expectations. And those smiles got your stubborn wheels turning. You stood stock still, thinking hard. Then it came to you.

Suddenly, you ran to your bed, yanking up your blankets, pillow, and Jellybean. You tossed them off your bed. “That’s not keeping your room clean, Trouble,” Bucky said casually, but you ignored him. You carefully smoothed down the sheets and reorganized the remaining furry friends into a nice display. You then gathered up your stuff and proceeded to march out the door. 

Steve and Bucky were confused- what in the world were you doing? They followed you into the hallway, curious. You plopped your stuff down, then brushed past them again, closing your bedroom door. You turned to look at them, expectantly. They stared back at you. None of you spoke for the longest time. 

Steve finally broke the ice. “What was that all about, baby?” he asked gently, gesturing to your pile of blankets. 

“My room is clean now,” you said triumphantly. “So I’m gonna live in the hallway for three months and my room will stay clean for the whole time and then we have to get a kitty.”

It was Steve’s turn to drop his jaw. Bucky ducked his head, his whole body shaking as he tried to contain his uproarious laughter at your proclamation. Once he had gotten ahold of himself enough, he looked at your with wild mirth. 

“So I’m thinking a solid white cat. Maybe we could name it Alpine. What do you think, Trouble?”

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Sit Still || Elvis Presley x reader

summary: you wonder how Priscilla was ever able to give up Elvis, because he’s got you falling apart on his fingers. literally

warnings: 18+ smut, it’s pretty filthy

word count: 3k

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I lose Elvis in a whirl storm of guests and reporters, the Colonel parading him this way and that to shake hands and smile for photos. He had kept a close eye on me for a while, holding me to his side with an arm around my waist, pressing proud kisses to my hairline whenever anyone asked after me. But as the night wore on, I'd begun to linger behind more and more until the Colonel had finally urged him away from my side, dragging him to the next throng of cameras to be shoved in his face. Though reluctant to let go of me, I'd pressed him on, saying I would be just fine on my own for a while. Which was true, I was more than happy to watch him, all bright and brilliant smiles as he greeted those that he needed to and graced others with his presence.

I smile quietly to myself when Elvis lets out a hearty laugh from across the conference room, his eyes sparkling as he firmly grasps another man's hand. It was obvious to anyone that he was made for this life and all of it's glamour. It was likely that he hardly even noticed the lack of my presence after a few moments, too immersed in the bustle of what the Colonel like to call 'snow business'.

Now alone, I am finally able to breathe. Though I enjoyed the privileges that came along with being the girl on Elvis' arm, at the end of the day, I was not made for mingling with wealthy men, smiling, and carrying on small talk and nonsensical conversations for hours on end. It was truthfully exhausting and overwhelming.

"It gets easier, you know. You do get used to it."

I turn in surprise, looking to my side, not having expected to be spoken to. Of course, I knew that I wasn't alone in a room that was already full, but typically without Elvis by my side, I could usually get a moment or two of peace.

Priscilla smiles faintly at me in amusement, speaking again in her usual gentle manner. I'd never heard her speak louder than a soft murmur, and the delicacy fit every bit of her timid personality. "You're doing well though. Not many ladies can have such class."

Adorned in a elegant baby blue pant suit, the young woman is standing just a few feet away, as though undecided on whether or not she was going to approach me. I relax my shoulders, emitting a relieved chuckle at her compliment.

"I have big shoes to fill," I admit.

At my openness, Priscilla takes the unspoken invitation to join me, and we stand together, surveying the room. "I think you're doing just fine."

Now that we're shoulder to shoulder, I look over at her. I had only ever met Priscilla a handful of times. Most of them were because of Lisa, for holidays, but she'd been pleasant company each time. Her once jet black hair is now a fair brown, and her makeup light and natural looking—my own hair is long and dark, much longer than it's ever been, and my eyes are accentuated by thick strokes of eyeliner and dramatically applied smokey eyeshadow. She's possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, but just from the few moments in passing that I had spoken to her, it was obvious that it was her wonderful personality that Elvis had once fallen in love with.

We stand together quietly for a while, watching Elvis and his entourage from across the room. There's a cluster of young girls about him, all abiding for a second of his attention, and he gladly entertains their antics, tugging them close for photos and charming them with his smooth southern drawl. That was something I was still getting used to. There would always be girls. I just had to trust I was the only one.

Priscilla follows my gaze. There's a sort of sad smile on her face. "If you can take the heartache, he's worth it... But you know that," she relents.

I nod and bite the inside of my lip, willing away the surge of hurt and bitter feeling of betrayal that threatens to resurface. Because I know he is worth it despite all of his flaws and the hell he's put me through.

"He was the most fun I ever had," she says fondly.

Although her comment is nothing shocking—I was aware that there would always be unresolved feeling between them—it still sparks another inkling within me, one that I have shoved away many times. It was beyond me how Priscilla had seemingly managed to give him up so entirely. Elvis had consumed every part of my life, so much to the point that I knew it would be impossible to ever rid myself of him completely. And so a part of me still wondered if she was fooling all of us. Priscilla knew how to play a part, that I was certain of.

"He's doing okay now," I blurt out, having felt the need to say it, but instantly regret the words when they come out my mouth. "I–I mean just that he's gettin' better, you know... He's off the pills—for the most part... He's happy," I manage to conclude.

Priscilla just smiles warmly at me, that sad, distant look in her eyes. "I know... Good for you," she says softly, and it sounds genuine. Regretful, but genuine.

We lapse into heavy silence again. We're quite the pair, the two of us. The only women who had ever successfully captured Elvis Presley's heart.

The night goes on around us, but the animated and lively ambience of the room never dies down. At some point, well past midnight, Elvis manages to finagle his way out of any more politicking and makes his way over to me and Priscilla. There's a cheerful smile on his face, which only brightens when he spots Priscilla standing beside me.

"Cilla!" he exclaims while wrapping an arm around my waist, effectively pulling me to his side, and leans over to greet her. Priscilla graciously offers him her cheek to kiss, and he does so in stride. "The two of you girls aren't causing any trouble now?"

Priscilla smiles tightly after he's pulled away, her hands clasped together neatly in front of her. "No, just chatting. [Y/n] is wonderful company."

Looking down at me and then back to Priscilla, Elvis squeezes my hip affectionately. "The boys and I are about to sit down for a drink. Why don't ya join us, Cilla?"

I'm sure that at some point in her life, if Elvis had smiled at her like that, Priscilla wouldn't have been able to tell him no. But those days were in the past.

"Oh, I really can't stay. I left Lisa with the sitter, and I need to get home," she explains. "It was good seeing you, Elvis." Priscilla places a delicately manicured hand on my arm. "You too, [Y/n]." And then she's gone, leaving Elvis and I to ourselves.

The moment Priscilla is out of sight, Elvis is all over me, hands on my hips, cupping my cheeks and kissing me sweetly over and over again. "Been missin' ya all night, sweetness. The Colonel had me rubbin' shoulders with all the big names from the press, and all I could think about was you and this little skirt," he says.

I laugh, happily accepting his sudden onslaught of attention. Elvis had always been like this since we started dating, extremely touchy and affectionate, even in public. It didn't matter who was watching, he wasn't going to hesitate to slide his hand down to cup my ass in front of anyone, especially not at his own party.

"Well now I'm all yours," I promise, kissing his full lips once more.

He hums, chasing after my lips even after I pull away. This time I'm not quick enough, and he catches my bottom lip gently between his teeth, pulling me back in for another long kiss. I swallow back a groan. I'm sure people are staring at this point. That kiss seems to satisfy him enough, and so before it gets out of hand, he draws away, leaving my cheeks flushed.

I whine. "Elvis—"

"EP! C'mon, we've been waitin' on you for ages," Jerry calls from his spot at a large round table, one specifically reserved for Elvis and his entourage. Sonny and Red are kicked back around the table as well, which is situated in one of the further corners of the room, allowing for as much privacy as possible in the crowded space. It was often customary for Elvis to take to his inner circle at the end of the night, settle down and enjoy a cigar since he didn't drink himself. However, tonight, I was growing impatient having to share my boyfriend.

I whine when Elvis' large hand presses on my back to guide me towards the table. He stops in his tracks, laughing when he looks back at me. "What's gotten into you?" he grins. After taking in my flushed cheeks and pouted lip, his grin only grows. "Lord. Baby, don't you go lookin' at me like that. It'll do things to a man."

I crinkle my nose, jutting out my lip even more. I don't even have to say anything, he knows exactly what that look means. And the effect it's having on him is obvious. Elvis groans softly in his throat, readjusting the fit of his trousers. He eyes me and then the table. "Baby, please. Can't ya wait jus a lil' while longer?"

With the eyes of the Mafia still on us, I decide it best not to make a scene. Begrudgingly, I sigh and allow Elvis to lead me over to the table. As we approach, Red stands up, excusing himself to free up a second chair. I take the seat beside Elvis, smiling politely at Jerry and Sonny. I had come to love the men of the Mafia, they were like family to Elvis. And because I was Elvis' girl, they cared for me just as much. They learned to read me and my moods just as they did with Elvis, and  tonight they could tell that I was, in fact, not in the mood. Therefore, tonight, they keep most of their conversations directed towards Elvis.

The men's amiable chatter drags on for close to an hour, occasionally rising to an unreasonably loud volume when they roar with laughter. Chin rested against my palm, I listen with mild disinterest. Another ten minutes passes by until I decide that I have been patient long enough. Discreetly under the table, I nudge Elvis' calf with my foot, trying to get his attention. When he moves it way, unaware of my intentions, I huff to myself. Similarly, he's too caught up in his conversation with Sonny to notice when I kicked my shoe off. While keeping a bored face, I slide my toes up the inside of one of his spread thighs, stopping when I reach his crotch. That gets his attention.

Grunting at the contact, Elvis has to maintain his conversation in order to play it off. His hand grabs my foot under the table, squeezing it as if to say, 'behave'. Slightly vexed, I tug my foot back and he releases it. I wait for their conversation to mull on a while longer before I try again.

This time, Elvis doesn't release my foot. Instead, he scoots out his chair and turns to me. "On my lap, baby doll," he instructs. "And sit still."

Immediately subdued by his outright admonishment, I remain sat in my chair, my cheeks flushed an embarrassed pink. "I didn't—"

Elvis raises a brow at me. Jerry and Sonny exchange amused looks. When I realize that he's not giving in, I quietly get up and smooth out my velvet skirt, situating myself on his lap. With me now straddling his thigh, Elvis returns to the conversation.

"Now, as I was sayin', boys..."

Their conversation drags on for another half hour; however, my previous boredom has evaporated into heart-racing arousal. Elvis' free hand had disappeared under the table and my skirt a while ago and is currently toying with the fabric of my panties. Every so often his thumb will rub along the thin cotton, the contact just enough to send arousal pooling to my panties. The game he's playing is torturous.

My body tenses when he grazes the edge of my panties. Immediately, Elvis pulls away.

Instead his arms stretch out to either side of my body, and he clasps his hands around the edges of the table, caging me in like a feeble rabbit, it's tiny heart racing in the face of an unknown and impending doom. My body is a paradox within itself, both frozen with mortification and yet so hot to the touch with arousal that I'm sure I appear feverish.

His drawling voice is just beside my head. "Thought, I asked ya to sit still?"

Through the cloudy haze of my desperation, I can hardly answer. I make eye contact with the two men sitting across from us. Jerry slides back in his seat, cigar dangling from his fingertips as he watches us. His legs are spread wide, becoming comfortable as he settles in to enjoy the show. "Aw c'mon now, EP. Don' tease her."

Sonny has taken on a similar position, lounging back lazily as he plumes smoke from his mouth. He just chuckles and waves his hand as to ward Jerry off, well aware of Elvis' antics. "Eh," he mumbles from behind his cigar. "Leave 'em be."

Elvis nuzzles his nose into the space just behind my ear. His slightly parted mouth breathes out, washing over the tender skin at the crook of my neck. "Look at you now, sittin' all pretty fo' me," he croons sweetly. I imagine that his hooded eyes are partially closed with what can only be described as a look of nothing but pure, lust filled intoxication. "You don't mind, do you, darlin'? Sittin' here while we talk?"

I can barely swallow, my tongue heavy in my dry mouth. My mind is foggy, any coherent thought I'd ever had lost within a thick cloud of fog. There's nothing but my body, hot with arousal, and Elvis all over me. Everything else, the buzz of people surrounding us, a distant murmur. Somehow, while my head is swimming farther and farther away, my blown pupils lock with Priscilla's.

She's standing at a distance across the room, hidden amongst the chatter of people, watching the whole debacle unfold in Elvis' hands. Her hand is frozen around the door handle, obviously on her way out. Her gorgeous blue eyes hold mine as I struggle to keep hold of myself. Something in me panics, worried about what she might think, but I find nothing sinister nor judgmental in her stare as I first would have expected. All I gather is that of sadness and pity.

And that is when I finally see it all at her level. I finally get it. Because she got it. She understood what it was like to love Elvis Presley.

Even as Elvis' ex wife, Priscilla had expressed nothing but respect and well wishes for both Elvis and myself. At first, I had expected some resentment from her on my behalf. Because even though she had been the one to end things between them, it must have been undoubtedly hard to give him up. But she did. And that was the one thing that I had never understood. Until now. Even after all the hell he had put her through, she would always love him. Because Elvis was like a drug, all consuming and addicting. And Priscilla had decided to give him up before it killed her.

Now, this was her looking into a mirror and finding me in her same position. Priscilla could never bring herself to hate me because she was me—had been me. She was once the shy eighteen year old sitting on his lap, suffocating in his love. Her unwavering stare holds me captive until finally I have to looked away.

"Huh, darlin'?" Elvis hums against my ear, and bounces his knee, as though prompting me to speak. A whimper escapes my throat as the fabric of his trousers rubs just the right way between my legs. I must have missed the question because the two men across from us are looking at me expectantly with amused smirks on their faces. Although they many not know exactly what is going on under the table, they know Elvis is being a tease.

I nod and hope that it's an appropriate enough response. Sonny chuckles behind his cigar, but it must be the right answer because the mens' attention returns to talking. I sink back in relief.

"El," I whine.

Finally taking pity on me, Elvis lovingly kisses the shell of my ear. "Wanna come on my fingers?" he asks with a soft chuckle. Flushed, I nod. Under his breath, he groans something along the lines of, “God, you little minx...”

With Jerry and Sonny lost in their own conversation across the table, Elvis slips his hand back underneath my skirt and pulls aside my panties. I bite my lip to prevent a strangled moan from escaping me as his two fingers slide through my wetness, and he pushes them inside me without hesitation. While I attempt to pull myself together, Elvis is content to puff at his cigar, half listening to Jerry across the table. After a while, his patience becomes comically unbearable. I clench around him. Without warning, his fingers curl to stroke my velvet walls, and my legs tremble around his thick thigh.

When I lean back against his chest, unable to hold myself up any longer, the position gives Elvis just the right angle, and his fingers slide deeper than before. Although my body is too weary to even bother with a reaction, he knows he's found just the right spot, and continues the ministration of his fingers.

I can feel my arousal dripping down my leg, and I know it's making a mess on his black pants; though I doubt Elvis could care less about that. While I'm struggling to remain coherent with each stroke of his large fingers, Elvis is leisurely enjoying his cigar. Only his soft and mumbled praises reveal his mind is elsewhere. “So good… Fuck, baby.”

Another slow drag of his fingers, and the contrasting coolness of his rings sends me tumbling through an orgasm. He pulls me through it, still rubbing my walls through the aftershocks. Now overly sensitive, I almost cry at the stimulation.

Jerry eyes us from across the table, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Ya okay there, [Y/n]?”

Thankfully, Elvis pulls his fingers away.

“Oh! Yes, I’m fine, Jerry. Just a little tired is all,” I answer with a soft smile, thinking I’ve reassured him. Behind me, Elvis is sliding his fingers out of his mouth with a pop.

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Day 12 - Prompt: Question @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 624 words

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Sirius looked over his shoulder with a smug grin and an arched eyebrow. He’d clearly caught Remus’s avid nodding at his admission. Remus smirked back at him, trying to ignore the twist in his gut every time Sirius smiled at him.

“Can I ask you a question?” he said.

Remus blinked rapidly, then nodded again. “Go on.”

“Do you like living here?”

Of all the inquiries that Sirius could aim his way, that was one that Remus wasn’t expecting. Based solely on the bloke’s tendency to stare at his scars, he was preparing for a little deflection of his own. Instead, he had to abruptly redirect his line of thought. He lived here because his parents did. It wasn’t an intentional decision on his part to be born in this specific town. Although, he supposed staying here was a choice.

“Not especially. I’ve just never had a compelling reason to leave. My parents live here, and so does Lily.”

“Not for long!” Lily interjected, pointing at him. “Only a matter of time before I leave you for London.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Sure. You’ve been saying that for literal years, Lily. I think you’re stuck with me.”

“Nonsense! I just haven’t squirrelled away enough money yet.”

“I’ll hide in your luggage.”

Lily puffed air through her teeth. “Pfft, I’d like to see you try.”

“You have a lot of clothes to pack, I think I could manage it.”

Sirius glanced between them and laughed. “You two are as codependent as me and James.”

“Maybe more,” Lily said. “We grew up together. Remus is the brother I never needed.”

“And you’re the sister I didn’t want,” he snarked, dodging her hand swatting at him.

“Oh hush. You love me.”

Remus increased his stride and draped his forearms on her shoulders. “Now that’s true, but you can be bloody annoying.”

“Only because I’m always right.”

“Disturbingly so. You should be a fortune teller.”

Sirius watched him and Lily banter with a delighted grin on his face. His eyes flashed with an emotion Remus couldn’t quite identify at first. If he was pressed for a guess, he’d say…nostalgia. It was similar to the way that Lily watched Padfoot bound from the sand to the sea, likely thinking about her childhood dog, Rhett.

“I would rather read palms. That way, if they don’t like my predictions, I can say, ‘I’m simply reading what it says in your life line, darling,’” Lily said, adopting a deep, dramatic American accent. It reminded him a little of Judy Garland, his mum’s favourite.

“Clever. Plausible deniability.” Remus tapped her temple lightly. “You always think two steps ahead.”

Sirius’s pace slowed until he matched Remus’s stride. He ignored it. Remus didn’t want to expose how deeply he was already invested in Sirius’s every movement, facial expression, and the intonation of his voice. Not until he knew for sure that Sirius was actually interested. Otherwise, Lily said it was just a bit creepy.

I mean, I did look-up his social media last night. Maybe it’s time to embrace that I am a bit creepy.

He wasn’t sure what was worse, his creepy cyber stalking or the obsessive mental dossier he’d assembled of everything he’d learned about the man. At least he acknowledged the need to conceal it. People did tend to find his fixations strange unless they were dating. Then, it was “romantic” and “thoughtful” that he could recall their favourite childhood television show that was mentioned off-handedly two years ago.

It was an unusual skill, to be fair. Remus thought he would have been quite good on those old newlywed game shows. Even if they weren’t married, he’d get every question right.

I know who you are. I just wish you’d see me too.

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Hellooo! If it is prompts you need, then prompts I shall deliver >:)

“What’s with the bad mood? I think that may need to be remedied…”

with ler!Thor and lee!Loki? :)

(sending love <3)

Eeeeh thank you so much for the request @just-a-fluffy-knight, I loved this one. You always give the best prompts my love!

Hope you guys enjoy this! It’s just a little Drabble of everyone’s favourite Asgardian brothers

Not in the mood

Warnings - none

Word count - 1.4k

“Greetings brother”, Thor declared as he waltzed his way into the lounge area, and flopped onto the couch that his slightly less cheerful brother was already lounging on, in a hopeful attempt for some peaceful reading. So much for that plan he thought to himself, as the oversized golden retriever that was his older brother flopped far too close to him for his liking on the equally oversized couch. He only huffed in annoyance and shifted away, in yet another attempt for some personal space.

“Must you do that”, he grumbled. Thor only chuckled in return, “yes I must dear brother”.

“Wonderful”, Loki threw his head back dramatically, rolling his eyes, before returning to his book. Thor chuckled again, “do you really find me that intolerable?”. Loki never even lifted his eyes from the page he was on, and yet they still told Thor everything he needed to know. “I sincerely doubt you want me to answer that honestly” he sighed, the annoyance lying heavy in his voice.

Thor wasn’t having this; he was used to being the happier of the pair but even he knew something was different today with Loki, and as he was the older brother, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

“What’s with the bad mood brother? I think that may need to be remedied...”, mischief lacing his voice, and an unsettling smirk gracing his face. This did not go unnoticed by Loki, who despite his best efforts to pretend he didn’t notice, subconsciously shifted even further away from Thor, so that he was now pressed right against the side of the couch, nervously turning the page of his book. Thor wasn’t exactly wrong. He hadn’t exactly been having the best day so far, hence his mood and attempt at trying to find some peace and quiet. However, it had escaped his mind that as his brother, Thor knew him well enough to know when something was wrong, and worryingly for Loki, Thor had a preferred method when it came to bringing his younger brother out of his moods, despite Loki’s numerous protests against it in the past. And judging by the mischievous glint in his brothers' eyes, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right to be nervous, especially as he noticed Thor making his way closer towards him.

“Thor, I assure you I am not in the mood for any childish games right now”, as he attempted to back even further into the couch. However, Thor was not away to give up that easily. “Oh, come on Loki we both know you could do with some cheering up today”, making his way closer to Loki still. “Thor, I assure you that is not necessary”, the panic in his voice becoming evidently clearer, as Thor neared closer still, until he managed to get close enough to Loki to pin his arms to his sides with his knees, before he ever got the chance to escape.

“Thor this is childish nonsense that we are much too old for, must this be the way it always goes!”, Loki frantically rambled, as he desperately tried to squirm his way out of Thor’s iron grip. Thor in turn let out a hearty laugh, “you know I might ask you the same thing brother”. Loki shot him an incredulous look, “I beg your pardon”, he questioned, still attempting to worm his way free.

“Loki you are the God of Mischief; a man known for his tricks and illusions, whilst being cunning and sneaky. You’d think a man capable of such feats would be able to escape a situation like this easily, why not rely on your illusions or teleportation's to escape if you truly hate it so much, rather than this child like display of strength”.

Loki went to make a snarky remark to immediately defend himself but found himself unable to do so. As Thor said despite him being known for his deceptions, he found he was unable to explain why he hadn’t truly chosen to escape all the times when Thor had subjected him to this childish torture. Unfortunately, he didn’t get much time to ponder on this, as his train of thought was abruptly disrupted when he felt two strong hands digging into his ribs, causing him to bark out a surprised laugh.

“THOR STOP THIS AT ONCE THIS IS UTTERYLY RIDI-”, he was cut off yet again by his own surprised laughter as a result of Thor suddenly leaving his ribs, only for him to start digging into Loki’s bony hips. Loki attempted another snarky remark, but the unbearable ticklish jolts shooting through him rendered him useless of any strength or ability to speak he may have previously had, much to Thor’s amusement.

“Face it brother, we both know you need this”, and with that, he went in for the kill. Using one hand to knead into Loki’s hip, whilst his other hand spidered its way across his other hip, and up and down his side multiple times before kneading into his ribs. Any hope Loki may have had to escape this situation with any part of his dignity still intact vanished, as he got lost in the million maddening sensations jolting through him, rendering his mind essentially useless and only allowing him to throw his head back in pure unfiltered laughter, as he continued to be subjected to the torturous feeling.

“THOR-” he finally managed to wheeze out in between frantic peals of laughter, as Thor continued to knead into his hip, whilst his other hand had begun to spider up and down his sides and stomach, both torturously light but also with enough pressure for it to still tickle like hell. It was no secret that Thor was enjoying this, knocking his usually stoic arrogant little brother down a few pegs with a few squeezes to his sides. However, he also had the feeling that he was not the only one enjoying it, as Loki was still yet to try and make a proper escape, or any escape for that matter, proving to Thor that he had been right all along, which he couldn’t help but smile at. Loki certainly could have his moods, but at the end of the day he was still his little brother.

Thor couldn’t help but smile at this, and looked down at his younger brother who was still in hysterics, and decided to finally have pity on him, at least for the moment. Slowing to gentle rubs on his sides, Loki’s laughter eventually slowed down as well as he finally regained his breath, uncontrollable giggles still spilling out. “I still think that was ridiculous” he managed to wheeze out, his voice hoarse from laughing so much.

“Careful how you speak brother” Thor warned him playfully, squeezing just above his knee, causing Loki to let out another wheeze that spiraled into yet more giggles.

“THOR”

Thor only laughed. “I’m sorry Loki that was just too easy”. To which Loki only grumbled, but even he couldn’t help the small smile that was tugging at his lips. Just as Thor had realized, this did bring back fond memories for Loki as well. There were countless memories of them as kids where Thor would pull one of these attacks on Loki to see him smile, and to ensure he never felt left out. These attacks would often consist of Thor pinning down Loki and going for his death spots. Loki couldn’t help but shudder slightly thinking about all the times when Thor would go after one of his worst spots. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Thor now.

“What are you thinking about brother?”.

“Well, I still believe that was completely unnecessary” he grinned. Thor only smiled and rolled his eyes. “I do believe you were still ever so slightly more merciful than when we were children, for which I am... somewhat grateful I suppose” still grinning.

Thor thought for a moment before all those beloved childhood memories came crashing back to him as well, which gave him an idea. “Ah yes, I do believe your neck used to be rather sensitive didn’t it... hhmm I wonder if that is still the case”, and without any warning, he dipped his head into the crook of Loki’s neck, blowing an enormous raspberry causing Loki to wheeze once more.

“THOR”

“I’m sorry brother that was the last one, I promise”. He smirked. Loki, still giggling slightly, only rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m sure it was brother”.

#marvel tickle #ler!Thor #lee!loki #Loki tickle #Thor Tickle #tickle fluff

[lowcosmic]

okay so dont mind me sending a request at 3 am lol but im aproveching that 🦕 anon havent seen no one so here i am! :3

Like this Is a little silly I guess, but imagine a scenario whit a fem reader like just eating icecream whit kokichi like totally normal rithg? But by things of destiny her icecream falls to ground (like I dont know, the icecream just slipped away of her hands Lol) but you know the reader maybe be a little childish? (Or dramatic xd) and when she see the icecream in the flor she just starts crying so Yep thats the idea! :3

I dont know why I even requesting this 😭 like maybe I shouldnt have to eat sugar in the nithg but what I can do?

Anyways thank you cosmic for you time and goos nithg or day I dont know but thank you! :D

-🫧

—— ice cream troubles .

— 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : you drop your ice cream and kokichi comforts you.

— 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff

— 𝙘𝙬 : death of ice cream

— 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 : lmao i can’t dropping the ice cream is so relatable this fic is kinda a crackfic THIS IS SO SHORT

↳ you and kokichi were up at 3am for a snack. you both were having cravings for ice cream lately , so that’s what you chose to eat.

→ you put yours in a cone and walked around with kokichi inside the apartment , talking about nonsense and which ice cream flavor’s the best.

→ then , the top scoop of yours fell to the ground ( thankfully not on the carpet ).

→ well , kokichi thought it was funny until you started crying. then he just felt guilty for laughing at you. offering to clean it up , he handed you his. at first you thought he was just handing it to you to hold as he went to get stuff to clean the mess up , but when he came back he said that you could have his.

→ you were calming down and said that you could just have the remaining scoop from your own cone and get another one from the fridge.

→ but then kokichi refuted saying that he wanted you to have his cuz it’d be more romantic that way.

→ and THEN you teased him for wanting an indirect kiss and joked that he was gross , before kissing him on the lips and handing him your cone with the one scoop in it.

→ then you guys watched a movie and didn’t drop anymore ice cream , the end.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

#danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #drv3 killing harmony #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fluff #kokichi oma #ouma kokichi #kokichi #drv3 kokichi #kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma x y/n #kokichi ouma x reader #danganronpa kokichi #ice cream

[minniepinkies]

jikook fic || oneshot || 2.9k || 🔞

Jimin didn’t even realize what he’d said until he felt Jeongguk went still above him. 

Inside him. 

“Wh-Why,” he wheezed, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, “Why’re you stopping,” 

Jeongguk blinked down at him, eyes brows knitted into a thoughtful frown, cock still rock hard inside Jimin’s hole. “You called me ‘hyung’” 

Oh fuck, Jimin inwardly cursed, his face turning red that had nothing to do with the fact that he was receiving the fucking of his life, his breath caught in his chest, no, no, no, this cannot be happening, he can’t possibly slip out to Jeongguk that he’s got a-

“I knew it,” Jeongguk said brokenly, cock still hard inside Jimin, his hands planted on the sides of Jimin’s naked body, balled fists clutching onto the sheets, “I knew you would fall for him, oh, god, it started from that perilla leaves, wasn’t it, I was right for worrying yet you called me paranoid-” 

Woah, there, what the fuck? Jimin gawked at his boyfriend, his cock really became to feel uncomfortable inside him now. 

“Okay, I feel like this conversation needs to happen with me not being impaled on your dick,” Jimin said, cringing when Jeongguk shifted on his knees. 

“Oh my god,” Jeongguk replied dramatically, but he still had the decency to gently pulled his cock out of Jimin’s hole, God, he was still so hard, both of them were, but Jimin’s stupid mouth just couldn’t help itself and now he had to deal with quite possibly the most awkward conversation they’ve had in their five years of relationship. “You were totally imagining him!” 

Jimin huffed out, loud and frustrated, sending the fallen strands of his hair back, he immediately searched for their discarded blanket, wrapping it around himself, not because he’s cold, or because he was being modest, but because he knew damn well his boyfriend could never keep up a conversation straight with Jimin naked in front of his sight. 

“Okay,” he said, pointing his finger at Jeongguk, “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t think it,” 

His boyfriend, his sweet, silly boyfriend, just whined even more, honestly watch a strange scene to see, Jeongguk, in all his glory, giant tattooed muscles proudly out in display, his gigantic cock out and angry, yet he’s whining like a petulant child, panicking over his own exaggerated fear. “I knew it,” he murmured into his palm, lines appearing on his forehead, “I knew you’d fall for him! Oh, who am I kidding, I’d fall for him if I wasn’t so madly, crazily, and completely in love with you! Oh, God, I have to leave the group now, I’d kill myself if I have to watch you two together-” 

“Okay, now,” Jimin told him with an awkward laugh, “You’re spiraling, Jeongguk-” 

“You know what?” Jeongguk said, hand under his chin, “I’ve heard Namjoon-hyung is now obsessing over this whole space nonsense maybe if I convince him to go to Mars-” 

Jimin chortled, okay this was more entertaining that it was awkward, “We’re not sending anyone to Mars, Jeongguk-” 

“Why?” Jeongguk asked, then he narrowed his eyes at Jimin when the smaller boy didn’t respond, suddenly Jeongguk’s doe eyes widened, pure, mortification shown on his face, “Oh no, oh no, no! Are you planning to leave me for him?!”, then he let out a growl, “I should’ve listened to Taehyung instead! He was so right about that the perilla leaves thing, Namjoon-hyung helped you that one time and now you’re falling for him-” 

Honestly, Jimin knew that Jeongguk was being dramatic, well, mostly, he wasn’t the jealous type, well, maybe a little, but not to an extent when it’s becoming unhealthy. Jeongguk just loved the idea of being able to pamper and take care of Jimin and seeing anyone spoling his boyfriend ignited the competitiveness inside him, and his ancient crush on Namjoon did not help too, it only al‍erted him even more every time Jimin and the leader shared some cute moments, not because he didn’t trust Jimin or Namjoon, but simply because this crush that he used to had now stood as a warning sign that Kim Namjoon was so lovable that really, anyone, no matter how much they tried, was susceptible to his charm. Jeongguk knew Jimin would rather set himself on fire than do anything to hurt or betray him, but that didn’t mean, Jimin couldn’t fall for Namjoon and his wily charisma. 

“Ggukie, I wasn’t thinking about Namjoon-hyung,” Jimin finally said, crawling over toward the other end of the bed where Jeongguk was, framing his boyfriend’s pouting face in his tiny hands, “I was-” Jimin stopped in his tracks, he could feel his cheeks burning red again, God, he really has to come clean now, hasn’t he, “I was thinking about…” he licked his lips, Jeongguk’s stare at him was too intense he made Jimin squirmed on his knees, gulping down his silly nerves, “I was thinking about you,” 

“But you said ‘hyung’”, Jeongguk frowned, his large palms around Jimin’s arms now, “How could you be thinking about me when you were saying ‘hyung’, I’m your-” 

Jimin peered up at him, bashfully blinking his eyes, sending him a shy, knowing look-

“Oh,” Jeongguk finally said, now his cheeks were red too, “Oh,” 

Now it was Jimin’s turn to whine, “F-forget it, I knew you’ll find it weird,” he said, avoiding Jeongguk’s eyes, he squeezed his eyes shut, he didn’t even dare to look at his boyfriend, he’d die if he’d see a disgusted and appalled Jeongguk staring at him judgingly, “Let’s just- I don’t know take a cold shower and sleep, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have slipped out-” 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jeongguk growled, this time out of pure, nasty lust, his voice would always drop an octave lower whenever he was turned on, “Fuck, Jimin-ah” 

Jimin squinted his eyes open, “You’re not disgusted with me?” 

“What?” Jeongguk laughed, “Why the hell would I be?” 

“Because…” Jimin said, glancing away, God, why Jeongguk’s stare always so intense whenever it’s just the two of them, sometimes Jimin wondered if there was a switch on Jeongguk that turn him into a completely, hotter and more mature person whenever he wanted to take care of him, “Because you’re younger and I… I like to call you ‘hyung’ when we’re in bed, and-” 

“And that’s hot,” Jeongguk said, pulling him by the waist, “Really hot” 

Jimin’s blush went even darker, positively his entire face and body were red now, “You’re not-” he swallowed, “You’re not just saying this just because you love and you’d do anything for me-” 

“Well, I do love you and will definitely do anything for you,” Jeongguk replied with a grin, shrugging playfully, “And those are also the reason why I find it hot, but Jimin,” he said, emphasizing on the lack of honorific as he drawled out Jimin’s name, “The thought of you calling me ‘hyung’ is enough to make my dick permanently hard until I die,” 

“Urgh,” Jimin rolled his eyes, though the corners of his mouth couldn’t stop from curling, he leaned towards Jeongguk, pressing his face against Jeongguk’s clavicle, “Why do you always have to say something silly after saying something so sweet,” 

“It’s part of my charms,” Jeongguk teased, “That’s why you love me,” 

“I do,” Jimin nodded, mumbling onto Jeongguk’s bare skin, before stretching his body up, arms around wrapping around his boyfriend’s neck, then Jimin brushed his lips against Jeongguk’s earlobe, breath hot and heavy as he whispered, “Hyung,” 

Jeongguk visibly shivered, “Fuck,” he groaned, “You’re so hot, Jimin-ah” 

Jimin keened at the praise, he smiled, pleased with himself and Jeongguk wasted no time gripping the back of Jimin’s thighs, squeezing them before he practically threw Jimin back onto the bed, making him bounce. It should be icky, really, his ass was still open, and wet, his cock painfully hard, and nothing compared to how angry Jeongguk’s seemed to be, leaking, veins visible surrounding the engorged shaft and Jimin pretty sure if he squinted his eyes more he could’ve seen it throbbing. Jimin parted his legs, lifted a foot, and trailed his toe daintily from Jeongguk’s neck to his chest and grazing the nail on Jeongguk’s pelvis, his boyfriend let out almost an animalistic rumble. 

“Fuck me, hyung,” Jimin said, voice light and airy and definitely seductive it ruined the circuits inside Jeongguk’s brain. 

“Call me that again,” Jeongguk ordered, his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched, and there it was, the switch, where gone were the sweet and soft Jeonggukie, this man above him wouldn’t leave Jimin until he had taken whatever he wanted from him, until he had gotten Jimin fucked out and stupid, mouth couldn’t even spew out one coherent word, this Jeongguk was hyung. 

“Hyung,” Jimin repeated, “Fuck me,” then he whined when Jeongguk remained still, his brow arched as he stared down at Jimin expectantly, “Please,”

Jeongguk planted his knees on the bed, hands caressing up from Jimin’s ankles to his calves, and grabbed the fat of his thighs before spreading them apart, making more room for him to hover above his boyfriend, his large frame almost swallowing Jimin’s much smaller one, “Good boy,” he husked, folding Jimin’s legs until his knees pressed up against his stomach, his boyfriend gasped, neck craning up, cold air brushing his stretched hole. 

“H-hurry,” Jimin begged him, wriggling his hips, “Hyung, you can just put in it, it won’t hurt, Minnie promises-” 

“Minnie should be more patient,” Jeongguk tutted, smirking, one of his hands crawled towards Jimin’s ass, giving the plump cheek and hard squeeze, Jimin arched his back, fuck, he was so horny he reckoned he could come just from having his ass played. 

“Please, please, please,” Jimin chanted, writhing now, his cock is so hard and his hole was practically crying leaking lube and precum, begging to be fucked hard and raw, he wanted, no, he needed Jeongguk to thrust his large cock inside him, to force Jimin’s walls stretch around his thick girth, to watch how his cock would protrude from Jimin’s little belly, making home inside of him. Just fucking him, hard, fast and-

Jimin moaned when he felt the tip of Jeongguk’s cock brush against his opening, not quite inside him yet, teasing and taunting him, he sobbed, "Hyung, don’t be so mean,” he added with a long whine, he wanted to move his hips, to lower it down and impale himself back on Jeongguk’s cock but his boyfriend kept him in his place, his hands, rough and large were now gripping him by his sides, imprisoning him onto his bed. 

“That’s quite rude, calling Hyung mean, no?” Jeongguk said, cocking his head to the side. 

Jimin shook his head fervently, the cold temperature of the room spiking up out of the sudden, “I didn’t mean it to be rude,” he slurred out, his hands reaching for Jeongguk’s waist, then he puffed back onto the mattress when he couldn’t reach them, almost in tears, “Please, just fuck me, hyung” 

“I hate it when I see people cry,” Jeongguk said, eyes raking through Jimin’s face, “But somehow you’re so beautiful when you’re crying, so much so I’d love to keep you in tears as long as I could, fucking you non-stop, until you cum so much it starts to hurt and drive you to tears-” 

“Please!” Jimin cried out, sniveling, “You can-” he heaved, “can make me cry as much as you want”

Jeongguk finally took pity on him and leaned down, kissing him fully, claiming his lips, hungry and greedy, Jimin had to dig his nails onto his shoulder blades to give him time to breathe, he pulled away, panting to each other’s mouth, and then he’s peppering open chaste kisses from Jimin’s cheeks, chin and downward to towards his neck, leaving marks of bruises that surely would require Jimin to come up with an elaborate lie to the fans and their make-up artists. 

Jimin bit his lip to keep himself from screaming when he felt Jeongguk drag his cock again between his ass cheeks, fingers clawing onto Jimin’s hips as his tongue lapped on Jimin’s dark, hardening nipple. 

And without warning, Jeongguk finally thrust his cock into him, making the smaller boy cried out at the intrusion, he always loved how hurt the first thrust always was, how his little hole had no choice but to accept and accommodate Jeongguk’s cock, hard, girthy and long, he could even feel the veins pressing against his walls, and he especially loved when Jeongguk had stopped being gentle and barely give time for him to adjust before pulling out and slamming his hips back into Jimin. 

Jimin arched his back, breathe knocked out of him, he peered over his boyfriend, Jeongguk’s brows were drawn together, he was frowning the way he always did whenever he’s eating something good, and God did it not awakened something inside Jimin’s chest, making him purred in satisfaction, Jeongguk found him ravishing, like a meal he couldn’t help but savored, Jimin is the answer for all of his hunger. 

Jeongguk let out a deep growl as he drew his hips back before snapping all the way into Jimin, making him screech, squirming on the bed so hard that Jeongguk had to order him to behave, “You think I can make your cocklet cum without touching it, Jimin-ah?” then he added, glinting as if he’s just accepted a challenge, Jimin couldn’t speak, his brain fuzzy, he didn’t even know if he remembered how to speak. So he just nodded, pathetic and complying. 

Jeongguk hummed, smiling, his smirk above Jimin was menacing yet his eyes remained soft, he pressed a kiss onto Jimin’s foreheard, muttering into his now slippery skin, “Hyung loves you so much, Jiminnie,” he told him softly, the way hespeaksk playing such contrast to how hard he was fucking him, “Will never let anyone else have you,” he said, “Gonna ruined every man for you, leaving wanting no one but mine’s cock, make you cry and sob when you couldn’t have it, make you as addicted to me as I am to you,” 

“Yes, yes, hyung,” Jimin cried, burrowing his head into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, his fingers now digging into his boyfriend’s back, marking him just like he had been marked. Jeongguk angled his hips and thrust slowly until he found Jimin’s sweet spot, grunting once he found it. Jimin keened as a shockwave of pleasure blared from his spine, his mouth wide open as he screams, Jeongguk began to fasten his pace now, sure and sturdy once he knew how to send his boyfriend to his cloud nine. 

Jeongguk snarled, low and harsh like an animal when Jimin’s walls tightened around him, he whined, biting his lip so hard it drew blood, he wanted so bad to touch himself but he was sure Jeongguk would be so disappointed in him if he did and Jimin didn’t want to upset his hyung, didn’t want him to think that he couldn’t behave. He sobbed when Jeongguk began to fuck him erratically, pleasure spreads from his spine to his belly and his cock, tingling every nerve inside his body. 

He’s fucking him like a madman, snarling and growling as if Jimin had consummated his rationale that now he had no goal but to take him over and over, Jimin whimpered below him, he could feel himself so close to reaching his peak, vision blurry, heaving right into Jeongguk’s ear, hearing his desperate, breathy cries and moans, chanting him to fuck him faster, fucking him harder, hips slamming into his ass, cock thrusting in and out of his now swollen rim, not caring about anything but to pleasure Jimin over and over-

Jimin screeched and trashed as he cummed, nails scrapping the span of Jeongguk’s back, bleeding his skin as his little cock painted their stomachs white, his walls clenching and tightening around the still moving cock, his belly contorting from pain and pleasure, he laid on his bed, immobile and thoroughly fucked as he let his boyfriend use his body to find his own release. 

Jeongguk’s grip on Jimin’s hips was now certainly bruising, he was merciless as he drove into him to reach his peak, Jimin’s cringed in pain, Jeongguk’s thrusts start to hurt him now, but he was a good boy, he could bear it a little longer, wait for his Hyung, after all he’s done so much to make Jimin feel so good- 

“Jimin” Jeongguk growled as he came, his hips going rigid, taking in his own high to come down, he was panting, his chest rising up and down, sweating from the sides of his head dropping on Jimin, the smaller man clenched his hole around Jeongguk’s cock, sending his boyfriend to groan in pleasure, he could feel hot thick spurts pouring into him, deep into his belly, and Jimin didn’t want to waste a single drop of it. 

“I think-” Jeongguk gasped, “I think you have ruined other people for me,” he told Jimin, his eyes shining, staring down at him with so much love, “I’d rather cut my dick off than fuck anyone but you,” 

Jimin rolled his eyes, couldn’t contain his laughter, slapping Jeongguk’s shoulder playfully, “Always can’t help but ruin your own romantic moments, can you?” 

“Hey,” Jeongguk said with an exaggerated whine, “even ARMYS know I’m the most romantic man in all of South Korea” 

#jikook #jikook smut #jimin/jungkook #jikook fic #my fic

[echovale052]

Ugly Sweater Contest

A fandomcember prompt for a mini library trio fic, because I am absolutely a simp for Abby and Rose. It was meant to be about an ugly sweater contest but turned into a fluffy library trio mini fic. I’m not much of a fic writer but I give you the babies. Absolutely cheesy sappy shit ahead, full to the brim of pining, fluff, anxiety, and our favorite bearded dragon drake! Merry Christmas!

Library trio + Exscaliber

@castleaudios

“Oh come on Rosie! He’d look great in it!”

“Absolutely not, I am not subjecting Exscalibur to your nonsense.”

Dear enters the living room to find Rose guarding Exscalibur from what looks like a miniature Santa costume. At least, it looks like that? Wordlessly they settle on the couch to observe, their own absolutely ridiculous sweater itching at the neckline.

“Can we at least put the hat on him?”

Dear had suggested a cozy night in at their place, but Rose insisted on hosting. Was this a good idea? Maybe. Their haphazardly bandaged hands were still shaking as they fiddled with the boxed gifts they’d wrapped. The nights leading up to this one spent with hours of YouTube tutorials and too many paper cuts to make sense of.

“Bud! Help me out here! You agree that our son should participate in the festive family photo right? I spent forever trying to get a hat his size!” Abby says dramatically presenting a miniature Santa hat. It easily fit in the palm of her hand, the idea was too funny not to egg on. Besides Exscalibur didn’t seem to mind.

“Absolutely not!” Rose laughs through each word as Abby explains the supposed shared custody agreement, again. “Dear don’t you dare encourage her!”

Dear swiftly scoops the lizard out of Rose’s hands and sets him down on the coffee table, Abby quickly following suit with the hat. “Look at the lil guy Rosie! He’s snug as a bug!” Exscalibur freezes in confusion for a moment as the hat is set upon him. He looks decidedly cozy under the red and white fuzz after being plucked away from his heat lamp.

The two share a triumphant fist bump as they take various turns with the mini Santa on their shoulders. Rose finally concedes, sitting down with the gifts she got for Abby and Dear. The miniature tree the three of them originally decorated for the library had somehow traveled to her house. Abby and Dear follow suit trading their gifts and voting on who would open their gifts first.

“I think we should let Rosie go first, she’s the host after all!”

Rose opens a messy wrapped box from Abby the contents of it varying in size from sticky notes she promised to replace, to podcast merch, to a few fancy glass cups.

Rose rifles through the box of goodies each one earning an excited recap of the memories they hold from Abby.

“Abigail these are wonderful! Thank you so much!” The two share a hug and Dear catches sight of a piece of paper sticking out of Abby’s back pocket. They weren’t looking at their best friend’s- nope totally not. They shake their mind away and anxious produce their gift for their boss. Oh god this is my boss maybe I should take the note out of it. Abby did. What was her note about?! Focus!

Dear? Rose pops into their head to interrupt their train wreck of a thought. Are you alright?

“Oh uhm yeah I’m ok just thinking”

“About? Cmon Bud don’t leave us- well me hanging. Rosie can hear your thoughts but I can’t!”

Ok ok ok I’m really doing this.

Dear hands over a red boxed present and nervously over-analyzing the contents and each part of it in their mind as Rose unwraps the gift, Abby also eager to see the gift herself. Carefully she produces the three stems of paper lilacs tied together with an orange ribbon.

“Oh my goodness, Dear! You made these?” As they nod she stands up immediately searching for a worthy vase to display them in. “This is absolutely gorgeous! Thank you so much! I can’t begin to imagine how long they took!”

“There’s one more thing in the gift!”

Rose pulls out a the small note, reading it to herself as Abby digs open her own gift finding her own note after the paper frogs, hearts, and flowers. An unusual silence between the three settles as the librarian and the podcaster read their letters. Dear picks at their neckline, holding their breath waiting for their response.

Maybe I was too sappy? Maybe they can’t even read my handwriting? Maybe they’re having a conversation in Abby’s head about me?

Drawing out a steady breath Dear looks the two over again their eyes teary for a moment before Abby engulfs them in a hug. Rose stands in front of them awkwardly with a soft smile as she watches the two hug tightly. Quickly she’s tugged into the hug full of soft thank you’s and a few happy tears.

“Ok no fair making us cry!” Rose throws her head back in a laughing agreement, shoving her present into their hands.

“Your turn, Dear.”

“Yeah close your eyes I got a surprise I put together!”

“Abigail why are you- standing on a chair? You are going to fall.” Dear closes their eyes with a barely swallowed grin, their own face stained red from sympathetic tears. “Oh! That’s- I- that’s rather cheesy but I don’t think I’m complaining.” Curiosity gets the better of them as they stare down at the gift wrapped box in their bandaid and paper cut ridden hands with chipped nail polish. They pull off the ribbon and reach into the box only to find a small hand bound book. Rose’s book. This is the one she’d joked about writing after she gave them Abby’s liaison papers. Their heart almost skips a beat as they turn to the dedication.

“For my dear open wielder and my wonderful perpetual hurricane that stirred me from complacency into hopeful fear and turned a small town to all I’d want with them in it. Thank you.”

It’s signed too, and a strange courage tells them to look up. Abby smiles her gorgeous lopsided smile and Rose even laughs a little as they spot Abby’s gift suspended above the three.

Mistletoe.

#castleaudios abby #castleaudios rose #fandomcember2023 #christmas #fluff #echovale voicemail

[moonlight-rider25]

Saint among Sinners

Chapter 7, in the Eadiths lady series.

Word count:  3344

Warnings: Your guess is as good as mine

Read chapter 6 “Spill the beans’ leading up to this chapter...

Uhtred strokes your cheek where your tear has fallen. You grasp his hand and lean your cheek softly against his huge weather palm. 

“Please?” You ask again.

He casts his gaze down to his hand wrapped around yours and chuckles quietly to himself. He leans in against you, pressing his forehead to yours and you breathe in his safe familiar scent. You caress his cheek tenderly and peer into his blue sparkling eyes glimmering back at you. He slowly turns his head away from you and peers down at his lap.

“First…I need to know...” He says quietly avoiding your look.

Your heart quakes in your chest, you try desperately to remain calm as the butterflies in your belly begin to bounce around. He looks up to you with a wide grin.  Your eyes light up waiting to hear what he's to say.

“...How come you're so good at this, faking an ailment thing?” He asks, unable to keep his face even any longer.

You exhale heavily and laugh wholeheartedly at his remark. 

“Believe me, twas not an easy task!” You giggle.

You sit vibrating with laughter for a moment. He looks from your eyes back to your hand in his, laughter still thick in both your throats. 

Once you’ve finally settled, you squeeze his palm a bit and try to look him seriously in the eye.

“So?.. Do we have a deal, my Lord?” You ask him plainly, trying not to show too much eagerness on your face.

“…I suppose I could sacrifice…. a day or two?” He asks sarcastically. 

You giggle loudly at his remark. Clasping your hand over your mouth so as to not draw attention to you. 

“Three?!” He teases dramatically looking back to you.

His big hand comes down upon yours, grasping your hand now between his. He stokes tiny circles around your knuckles and smiles madly.

“Longer!?” He asks with a snicker. “Please tell me, how long, woman?!” he chuckles, leaning playfully against you.

He brings your hand up to his lips and plants a tender long kiss on your knuckles where he just rubbed tiny circles.  You gaze up into his stunning glimmering eyes and smile. 

“As long as it takes.” you tell him.

He watches you carefully, peering deeply into your eyes as you gaze back up at him.  His hand cups your chin softly and he slowly begins closing the gap between the two of you. Your eyes flutter shut and you hold your breath feeling him inch closer.

“I don’t think we have that much time..” He utters softly against your lips.

Your tender moment is quickly disrupted as you hear Eadith approaching, yelling her excitement of finding the herbs for your tea. Yours and Uhtred's eyes grow wide and you squeeze his hand tightly. 

“You better be as good at this, as I am…” You whisper against him before he stands quickly pacing away from you. 

“Eadith!” You call out, remembering to grasp your belly again. “Over here!”

She rushes over happily, Finan struggling to keep up with her, plops down next to you beside the tree, where Uhtred had just been. 

“I’ve got it!” she hums gleefully. “All we need now is a fire, some hot water, and your belly should be good as new!” 

You smile politely at her, remembering to keep your belly clasped. She spins around in her spot towards Finan, who's still huffing out of breath, and Uhtred, who's trying to hide the devilish smile dancing on his face. 

“Could you two, go gather some firewood?” She pleads kindly. 

Uhtred clears the laughter from his throat and smacks Finan on the back before heading off in the opposite direction.

“Of course my lady” Finan huffs, reluctantly following after Uhtred.

You sit trying to hide your own grin watching Uhtred's bad performance and quickly wipe it away as Eadith turns her attention back to you. 

“You know, Eadith…I think I’m fine now, really.” You tell her.

“Nonsense!” She assures you, “I’ve got everything you need right here!” She tells you calmly, sorting through the plants from her bag.

“No Eadith!” You tell her more eagerly.

She stops and looks confused at you.

“It was just…lady troubles.  That's all.” 

“Oh!” she replies. “Well, in that case…” she continues happily “..We mine as well have some tea!” 

~~~~~

Gathered around the fire, the day begins to drift away and the men; besides Uhtred, are visibly growing anxious. You try your best to act accordingly and Eadith tends lovingly to you, none the wiser. The fire crackles loudly and a spark drops out in front of you on the ground, you instinctively snuff it out with your shoe.

Uhtred sips water from his tin cup and meets Sihtrics eye. He swallows the sip dramatically, nodding towards him. 

Sihtric watches as you do, and stands to face Uhtred. 

"Lord, I believe lady Y/N is fine to travel, now's time to get moving before nightfall." He tells him in a concerned tone.

"Eh..you know Sihtric.." Uhtred begins.

The others turn their attention to him, including yourself.

"...I was thinking we might as well just make camp here for the night…" Uhtred replies stoically, peering off into the distance facing away from the group. "...Perhaps we could indulge ourselves a bit on the ale we have at hand…" 

In seconds the men's faces light up meeting one another's eye, with delight painted across their faces. Finan leaps over the campfire heading towards the bags loaded up with many bottles of ale.

"I thought you'd never ask, my Lord!" Finan cackles, holding bottles up in the air.

Osferth, Sihtric, and Eadith waste no time joining Finan in dishing out the ale. You peer around the group with a satisfied smile when your eyes lock with Uhtred. 

He stares in your direction, making no mind of hiding it from the others. You stare back watching and hoping the happiness you feel at this moment is also being felt by him as well. At least more so than any regret he may have; not be early on his arrival back to Wessex this time.

Eadith hands you a cup of ale and your stare with Uhtred breaks. You smile back at her as she giggles happily. 

"I wonder what's gotten into him?" She says before taking a sip, gesturing towards Uhtred.

"...Who knows?.." You reply, hiding your smirk as you bring your own cup to your lips; your eyes meeting back with Uhtred who's also being handed a full cup of ale.

~~~~~

The moon looms far overhead beyond the tree leaves while the fire roars before you. The group has and still is indulging themselves with the stolen ale Finan has been able to acquire from past towns. Regardless of how it became, you're glad to have another night under the stars with the group. 

Osferth, opening up from the drinks, has made himself quite comfortable beside Eadith. His arm wrapped gently around her neck as he wavers a bit back and forth listening to her as she speaks. Finan and Sihtric shout out a laugh in unison, seemingly sharing some grand story with Uhtred calmly beside them. Uhtred sits watching you from across the fire, and as if he's able to read your thoughts; looks around the group assuming they're all too intoxicated to make much note of his moment towards you.

Ale in hand, he seats himself beside you and pours you both a fresh cup. Eadith let's out a hearty cackle from beside you; you meet Uhreds look before laughing amusingly to yourselves. 

"Would be ashamed to cut all this short." He says softly with a chuckle.

You nod, joining him in his amusement; watching the others.

"Hopefully Finan has enough stored away for the next few nights," he adds, taking a sip. "Otherwise we will be in a hurry…to get to the next town at least and stock up!" 

You giggle madly at his words, unfortunately, drawing the attention of the others, over to the two of you in the process.

"AY!"  Finan calls out from across the fire. "What are you two love birds doing over there!?" 

Your heart sinks into your stomach and you feel your cheeks flush with red.  Uhtred, also feeling the tension, stirs uncomfortably and turns his body towards the fire a bit.

Finan gets up and hobbles over to Eadith and Osferth. You're sure he can hear the beating in your chest as you finally exhale the lump in your throat down slowly. 

Finan mocks the two entangled in each other before dramatically sitting himself blunting down between the two of them. Eadith cackles and scoots closer towards you, squishing you closer towards Uhtred.  You inch carefully as Uhtred does nothing to move away… but instead, gently places his hand on your lower back. You allow yourself to enjoy the moment for a few brief seconds before turning your head toward Uhtred, and peer up lustfully at his big blue eyes. He smiles gently down at you with a smirk dancing across his face…

You both jump when Sihtric places himself on the other side of Uhtred, breathing a hot wave of ale breath on you. Finan chews thoughtfully on the end of a stick then points playfully to Eadith.

"I'm watching you!" He says sarcastically, pointing between Osferth and Eadith. The crooked circle bellows in laughter as cups are refilled; Uhtred's hand refuses to leave its spot on your back… 

So badly you wish to spin your head around and grip his face between your hands and meet his lips with yours. Devouring his mouth, feeling his hot tongue against yours before pulling back and spying  his brilliant blue eyes sparking down at you asking not to stop…, but instead you sit still, feeling his huge warm body so close to yours, and the soft tickle of his beard scratching at your temple. Before you can hear the words he tries to mumble, Osferth casts his hand in your direction.

"Us?!" Osferth states, still swallowing down his mouthful of ale. "What about those two?!" He says with a laugh pointing towards you and Uhtred.

You freeze, feeling your throat swell up yet again. The fear makes its way down toward your stomach. 

"Can't I ask the lady if she's feeling better?" Uhtred quickly, and smoothly fibs.

His hand falling away from your back as the group seems to accept his lie well enough. The others mumble to themselves as you swallow hard, raising your cup to your mouth trying to hide the redness on your face that has formed.  You try to relax again back towards Uhtred's hand but it has disappeared; not as quickly along with the knot in your stomach. 

Osferth finishes his cup as Finan eagerly cheers him on. 

"Now… sleep," the baby monk replies, tipping his cup upside down. 

"Aw no, not yet!" You protest as eagerly as you can, trying not to sound too eager to spend more time next to Uhtred.

Sihtric drains the remains of his cup into his mouth before also agreeing and standing to join the baby monk.

"No! Come on, stay up with us!" You cry again; this time Eadith joining in your plea.

Uhtred makes no comment but begins to stand and walk towards his tent along with the others.

"Aw, forget them ladies…. They're not fun… we can have a good time just the three of us…"  Finan jokes.

You and Eadith make eye contact knowing being alone with Finan in the middle of the woods is the very last thing you should be doing…

"Please!" You both beg now. "Don't go, come on, stay here!" 

"And do what?" Sihtric snaps, his hands placed firmly on his waist.

You and Eadith sit quietly for a moment trying to come up with a reason…

"Oh I know!" Eadith cries out cheerfully. Let's play a game!"

Osferth strides back over the circle around the fire and seats himself, again by Finan who 'huraws' his return.

"What game?" The baby monk asks hopefully.

"Umm…" Eadith wavers a bit trying to think of one.

"Stones!" Finan pipes in.

"No, we are not playing your made up game Finan!" You tell him with a laugh.

"Oh I know!" Eadith says turning towards you. "What's that game we used to play in the field…back…when we were at…Madam Ells!?..." Eadith asks you through staggering words.

"Uhhhm…" you rack your brain trying to understand.

"Saint amongst Sinners!" She blurts out finally.

You raise an eyebrow at her and peer around the circle; clearly no one else has ever heard of the game. 

Sihtric and Uhtred make their way back over and sit down around the fire as well, Uhtred much further away than before, but still beside you. 

"Saint amongst Sinners? Well, clearly the Saint is baby monk..game over!" Sihtric states with a laugh.

"No, it's fun!" Eadith assures him all too gleefully. "We all go around the circle naming off ‘sins’ we've never partaken in…" She begins to inform the group.

"Oh yes, I do remember this." You add. "We all start with our hand out, palm open. One by one we all go around the circle and name something bad you’ve never done, but, believe the others may have. If you have, you close your palm and you're out for the rest of the game, but the last person with their palm open is the Saint!" 

"Oh… I get it," Sihtric says plainly.

"You do?” Finan says with a straight face.  “Well, could you explain it to the rest of us?" He shouts through a laugh across the circle.

"It's easy, watch, Eadith and I will start…" You tell them; sitting with your hand out palm open.

"I am a Saint, for I have never stolen…" you state. 

The others copy your open hand and look blankly at each other.

"Now, if you have ever stolen, you close your palm and you're out." Eadith tells them.

She looks to Finan whose hand is still open.

"So you're out Finan, close your hand." 

"Why! I've never stolen!" He argues.

"Where'd you get all this ale from?!" She asks with a cackle.

"That's not stealing…thats…its" He tries to reassure the group.

"Stealing, and you're out!" Replies Sihtric as the group roars in laughter.

"Dumb bloody game.." Finan spats sarcastically.

Eadith goes next, "I am a Saint, for I have never told a lie to my mother…" 

You reluctantly close your hand and eye the circle seeing you're the only one. 

"Dumb game isn't it!" Finan says with a smirk.

"How have you all never lied to your mothers?" You ask shocked, eyeing the others around the circle…

"Hard to lie to your mother when you haven't got one,” Osferth tells you apologetically.

The group roars with laughter, yet again.

~~~~~~~

After a few more rounds of the game it's clear; Osferth was in fact the leading Saint among Sinners in the group.  Leading with not having laid with anyone outside of wedlock, not having shamed another publicly, and never telling a white lie… Beyond killing another being in or out of war, that round you found yourself winning. It was now Eadiths turn again, and with the ale flowing steadily she flashed you a quick devilish look and began with her hand open in the circle. 

“I am the Saint among Sinners, for I have never lay beneath a blanket with Y/N..”

You’re sure the group could hear your heart slamming in your chest and you carefully eye the circle of hands before you, watching Uhtred reluctantly fold his hand closed and retract it from the view of the others.

You hold your breath  in your throat as eyes grow wide meeting each other's looks, quickly followed by inaudible stammering and shouting from across the circle. 

You flash Eadith a very disapproving look and try your best to be heard over all the men now shouting around the fire. Eadith, whos far too inebriated to appreciate your looks of terror, force you turn your attention to Uhtred; whose face is painted with a thick smirk as he takes a long sip of ale.  You flash him a look of ‘help’ while he eyes you and downs the rest of his cup's contents. 

Leading Eadith, the group begins chanting; “Uhtred, Y/N, tell us” while Uhtred and yourself grow restless in your seats.

“There's nothing to tell!” You shout desperately.  

Uhtred shakes his head towards the group and lays back against his elbows on the ground. You turn your attention back to him and anticipate with a heaving heartbeat his words. His eyes avoiding yours makes your pulse increase even more..

“It just so happens…”

“It was just one time!” You interrupt him, shaking noticeable. 

“...When we all thought Eadith was ill, and it was cold…we ended up under the same blanket in the horse stalls because it was cold!...” 

The others ‘ohh’ and ‘ahhing’ over the lie you choose.

“It was just that once…and I’m not sure why Eadith is so adamant on forcing my hand in sharing the story seeing as she already knows…”

You flash her quick look of ‘stop it’ before adding “Who needs another drink?!”

Everyones cup raises and you quickly take the chance to lock arms with Eadith, hoist her up, and begin making your way towards the tent, to grab another stolen bottle of ale.

Eadith laughs as you guide her towards the tent flap. 

“What in God's name are you doing?!” You ask in a rasped whisper.

Your heart; still beating rapidly in your chest as you cast the tent flap closed behind the two of you.  She leans against the thick tree limb holding the structure secure.  Laughter still in her throat, she shakes her head a bit from side to side. You pour her a cup, well knowing she doesn't need a refill and take a long sip from the long bottle neck.  You wipe your mouth in disapproval and stare back at her with rage and disapproval in your eyes.

…“I told you…You're playing a very dangerous game Y/N.” she says aftering taking her own gulp from her cup.

“Eadith!” You snap coldly.

She rolls her eyes dramatically, turning her back towards you slowly, peering out from the tents flap back towards the men gathered at the fire.

“You and I were once unbreakable…” she begins with a sad tone in her voice, still staring out towards the men around the fire.  “You’re like a sister to me… And still are… Or so I thought…”

You allow a heavy sigh to escape you before shaking your head. She turns back and your look has turned a bit softer now.

“...I’m not sure anymore…What I am sure of, is the secrets you’re are keeping from me these days…” Eadith says with a solemn look on her face.

“Eadith…If there was anything to tell… I would tell you…” You say slowly, before taking a long sip from the bottle. “The truth is I don’t know what to make of Uhtred and myself..”

She rolls her eyes yet again, gathering her dress ready to make her way back towards the group. You lock arms with her, carefully urging her back behind the faint barricade of the tent. 

“Alright yes…some things have happened…” You tell her quietly. 

She crossed her arms a bit, wavering in place balancing her cup in her crossed arms.

“I watched you slip into his tent last night…” she tells you with a look of drunken disapproval on her face.

You bite back your bottom lip unsure of what to say next.  She sighs and casts her look back out towards the group, you peel back the tent flap a smidge, and peer out with her.  Uhtred looks back towards the tent and smiles meeting your eye. Eadith, clearly seeing the interaction, no thanksthe lasto Uhtred, cranes her head towards you and allows the tent flap to shut.

“Alright you little Sinner…” Eadith says with a smirk.  “Story time…”

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[nonbinarylocalcryptid]

MAG12 - First Aid, more review time

GERARD KEAY! HOW DARE YOU HANG OUT WITH THAT CULT! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR ARCHIVIST IS NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!

This episode may not be scary, but I must say that it's mysterious and it's hilarious. I'll explain in a minute.

Gerard Keay is the Batman of TMA, he would get along with Dean Winchester like a house on fire and he deserves his own movie, hell, a tv show. I mean, he lives in an action movie, what the fuck is he doing in this episode in Christmas Eve??? All he has was a suit, a zippo with an eye on it, a long black coat and was being basically a goddamn hero???

Dude's crazy and we love him for that

Quotes for this one:

Ms Saraki is not a poet nor she's dramatic, so I don't have much to comment from her. Every single paranormal bit had me like "sis, run" at every turn. Mad respect for her.

"There’s obviously a lot to unpack here, so let’s start with what is provable." - Jon "I hate my job" Sims, April 17th 2016

Sometimes I want to stranggle him, wtf you mean "provable" Jonathan???

“Veepalach” might also be a mishearing of the Polish word “wypalać”, according to Martin, which means to cauterize or brand. Admittedly, if Martin speaks Polish in the same way he “speaks Latin,” then he might be talking nonsense again, but I’ve looked it up and it appears to check out." - Jon "You must be proffessional at work" Sims

Emotional constipation strikes again!

"It has not escaped my notice that this is the second time Gerard Keay has turned up in this Archive." - Jon Sims, completely unaware of everything

"(...) and if we’re lucky maybe we already have a statement from him tucked away somewhere in these damn files." - Jon Sims about Gerard Keay

yeah, a statement from Gerry, i know how that would be:

JURGEN LEITNER? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITENER GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING JURGEIN LEITNER STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JURGEIN LEITENER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP BOOKS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT---

"At 03:11:22, it shows everybody in that room, which I personally counted at twenty-eight people, standing up and calmly filing out of the doors. (...) The rest of the staff and patients do not return until 03:27:12, over fifteen minutes after they left, when they walk back in through the same doors. The footage does not contain any sound, and no alarm of any sort was recorded, so I cannot offer any guess as to why they left, or what they were doing in the intervening time." - Jon Sims, scared af

notice how he "personally counted all 28 people", woah, I liked this bit soooooo much.

"There is one other thing that Sasha highlighted, however. At 03:22:52, the feed cuts out for less than a second, and is replaced for a single frame by a close-up of a human eye, staring back through the video feed." - Also Jon

wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf

General overview:

Vibe: great, absolutely great, wtf gerry

Horror: spoooooooooky

Audio: pretty ASMR in general

Humour: just the facts, and Jon being neurodivergent

Score: 10/10

#tma shitpost #tma #jon sims #jon sims being jon sims #gerry keay #mag 12 #tma review

[natequarter]

86. Thomas and Francis

86: “Have you no shame?”

“Have you no shame?”

“He can’t hear you,” Humphrey sighed.

“Wooing my darling in her own household! Under her own roof! It is not enough for my life to be stolen—could he not lay his hands off my love?”

“Someone gag this clamouring fool,” Annie said.

“He taunts me with his life! He mocks me with his words! Oh, it’s outrageous!”

“You know what is really outrageous?” Robin said. “That you still going on ‘bout this.”

“But sir,” said Thomas, “he crushes my hopes and dreams beneath his feet, as if I am a monocle and he—he—”

“Someone with common sense?” Annie suggested. “Seems to me he be a right arse, but only half so much as thee.”

“I was going to call him the boot below which my aspirations shatter,” Thomas said, and collapsed backwards into the tasteless green armchair opposite his cousin. “My Isabelle could never love him—her heart is too set on me!”

“Yeah, no,” Robin said, glancing at Isabelle. “She is taken.”

“Oh, taken where?” Kitty sighed. “I had hoped she might stay … she’s very pretty, isn’t she, our Isabelle?”

“Quite right,” Thomas sniffed.

“Think he meant taken with Francis,” Humphrey said.

“Oh, shut up, Humphrey,” Thomas snapped. “As if you’d know anything about love.”

Annie snorted.

“Oh, what’s so funny this time that you feel the need to tire me with it?” Thomas scowled.

“Thou knowest as much of love as he doth,” she said. “Less, if anything. Far less. If knowledge of love were a scale, thou wouldst be firmly in the negatives. And if ‘twere a poem—”

“We get point,” Robin said. “Can stop, now.”

“I had a whole soliloquy prepared,” Annie said, but dutifully restrained herself.

“That’s not a soliloquy,” Thomas spat, “you fuck!”

“That’s the worst thou canst summon?” Annie said. “Oh, I’m scared shitless by thee! Won’t someone save me!”

“A soliloquy,” Thomas intoned, “is a dramatic device in which a character talks to himself or herself or reveals his or her thoughts when alone or unaware of the presence of other characters. It is a vehicle for great art, for fine wordsmiths such as Shakespeare, or … er … Shakespeare again—certainly not something someone so crass as you could produce. The word you are looking for, my short and short-tempered comrade, is monologue.”

“Will none of you shut him up?”

“Oh, that would just be rude,” Kitty said. “Do you know—my sister used to tell me—”

“Nah,” Robin interrupted, cutting Kitty’s alarming anecdote short. “Is much funnier to watch you two fight.”

“I would, but I’m not very handy,” Humphrey said. “You know, because—”

“Yes, we get it,” they all chorused.

“Well, I thought it was funny,” Humphrey muttered.

“He is so cruel,” Thomas said, “to steal my sweet Isabelle from right under my nose! Oh, and to think I loved him like a brother!”

“Thou didst?” Annie said. “Idiot. He is but a skinny bastard, and hath the most sickly voice I have heard in all my years.”

“He’s not funny, either,” Humphrey chimed. “It’s not even that he doesn’t like jokes. He has literally no sense of humour. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Francis Button smile, let alone laugh…”

“I’m sure he’s wonderful when you get to know him…” Kitty said.

“He was a true ally,” Thomas said.

“How wonderful!”

“Now turned wicked traitor!”

“Oh,” Kitty said. “That’s less nice.”

“He is not wicked traitor,” Robin said. “That’s stupid.”

Annie clapped him on the back. “Always knew I liked thee, Robin.”

“When you first die, you call me a wretched beast.”

“Yeah, well, I had just died…”

“Of course none of you take my concerns seriously,” Thomas sniffed.

“Probably ‘cause they ridiculous,” Robin said.

“What he said,” Annie nodded.

“Well, I’m off to the lake,” he sniffed, “where I won’t have to listen to any of your nonsense!”

And he flounced off.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Humphrey said, “but for once I’m actually glad someone’s leaving me—hang on, where are you going? Guys?”

“Don’t worry,” Kitty said, “I’ll pick you up.”

“Oh, thank you. You’re too kind.”

“It’s nothing, really,” she said.

“The novelty will wear off,” he sighed. “It usually takes about a month. I wonder how long Thomas’ll last.”

“He’s very sweet, but not very attentive … two weeks, maybe?”

“Wanna bet on it?”

Kitty frowned. “But we don’t have money.”

“Alright, metaphorical money, then.”

“Then the bet’s on,” she beamed.

Well, at least someone was willing to talk.

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[catsafarithewriter]

A/N: PART 8 of the Bedlam au!

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Toto hasn't returned to the Sanctuary in a week, and Muta isn't worried.

He's not.

Toto is old even by the Bureau's standards, an accomplishment not reached if one is probe to recklessness. (Baron doesn't count; Muta is fairly certain the cat Creation has only lived this long because Toto has kept a beady eye out for him.) Toto is the sensible one, the pragmatist (or as close as the Bureau has to one). He is not the sort to be dragged into some dramatic nonsense; he is the sort to drag the rest of them out of it.

Neither is he the sort to vanish for a week without notice.

So Muta isn't worried, not even a little bit. The lie that he told Baron to satiate question on Toto's absence (that he's gone to visit his artisan) don't weigh heavily on him, not at all. Which is why he hasn't been thinking about Toto these last few days, glancing up to the birdbrain's column enough times to give hinself neckache.

"You'll have plenty of time to bicker once he's back," Baron remarks, seemingly out of the blue. Muta had been sure that Baron had been caught up in his paperwork, and yet somehow, even with his back to him, Baron manages to give the air of a raised eyebrow. "Honestly, keep this up and I shall have to conclude you feel some kernel of affection for him."

Muta's gaze betrays him and detours to the courtyard on its way to Baron. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Baron makes a sound in the back of his throat which Muta has come to know as hiding a laugh. "My mistake. You are clearly merely distracted by the weather; a curious habit, as the Sanctuary isn't known for its variation."

It is Muta's turn to snort now, refusing to dignify Baron's remark with an excuse. "You don't think it strange?" he hazards. "That he's not back yet?"

Baron flips through another file, mutters, and relocates it to its proper place. "Not really. It's been a while since Toto paid his artisan a visit. I'm sure they have plenty to catch up on." There is only a hint of something which might be bitterness; Muta knows the relationship between Baron and his own artisan has been... fraught.

"Yes, but a week?"

"Time works differently in his artisan's world," Baron replies off-handedly. "He may not have realised so many days have passed."

"And if he's not?" Muta asks. "In his artisan's world?"

Baron pauses, and lowers the file. "Why would he not be in his artisan's world if he's visiting his artisan, Muta?" he asks in a deceptively pleasant voice.

"Bonding road trip?" Muta offers weakly.

"Is he on a bonding road trip?"

Muta makes a face. "Probably not?"

"Where is he, probably, then?"

Muta makes a noise in the back of his throat, only this is less stifled laughter, and more seagull-choking-on-a-too-large-chip kind of sound. "With Haru?"

Baron takes this better than Muta had been expecting – but, then again, Baron has always been a bit of a swan when it comes to emotions: calm and collected on the surface, furious paddling beneath. "I see," he says. "And why am I learning this now?"

"He would've been back by now if everything was fine."

"Why would everything not be fine? Now she's no longer with the Bureau, she shouldn't be getting into trouble."

Muta gives Baron a withering glare that, unfortunately, Baron doesn't see, what with his back turned to Muta. "We're talking about the same Chicky, yeah? She's been throwing herself into nonsense since before she ever joined us. Being part of the Bureau didn't start that."

"It just encouraged it," Baron mutters, but he finally turns to Muta, retrieving his hat and jacket in the same, practiced move. "Then perhaps it is time we paid her a visit." He starts towards the door, faltering beneath the indoor balcony as if only just remembering he couldn't hitch a ride with Toto. "And Muta?"

"Hm?"

Baron smiles brightly. "If this is a trick to get me to talk to Haru, and Toto is actually visiting his artisan, I'm moving the postbox to Toto's column and you can have fun fetching your newspapers from there."

It isn't really fair that he's the only one getting threats, Muta grumbles internally. The both of them had conspired behind Baron's back. If Toto has just bunked off, Muta fully intends to make the postbox a problem for everyone involved.

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[emerysaks]

Picking up the Pieces

“I’m telling ya’, Gloria, all that soulmate stuff is nonsense.”

“And I’m telling you, Angie, it’s real.”

“Oh yeah?” Angie stared at her coworker skeptically. “If that’s the case, then why don’t I have someone’s name scrawled across my wrist or something?”

Carol sighed and tossed a dishrag at Angie. “We’ve gone over this, silly. Not everyone gets a name. Some people can only see in black and white until they meet their one true love. A few people can even feel the other person’s pain. That’s how some nurses have met their soulmates.”

Angie rolled her eyes. “You know anyone specific, Gloria, or is this stuff you’ve read in Cosmo?

“Honest to God, Ang! Carol said her cousin’s best friend’s sister saw color when she met her fella.”

Angie laughed. “Well, I’ve never seen in black and white, and I’ve got enough scars and bruises from derby to have met a soulmate by now.” She held up her arms and nodded at the little knicks and lines that dotted her forearms. 

Gloria shrugged and looked at the faint name that looped around her wrist. “All I know is this name appeared when I was fourteen.” She sighed. “And now I’m twenty-four.”

Angie stopped laughing and reached for Gloria’s wrist. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t make fun of it. I know how important it is to you.” She read the name on her friend’s wrist and smiled. “And who knows? Maybe Andrew Stevens will come for a latte one of these days.”

“Maybe,” Gloria agreed wistfully. 

“But until he does, you’re still going to the club for Friday night frenzies with me, right?”

Gloria grinned. “Of course I am!”

“Thank God,” Angie laughed. “Carol keeps sending drinks to women on my behalf, and I’m running out of polite ways to tell them that it wasn’t really me.”

“The trials of Angie Martinelli,” Gloria exclaimed dramatically. “If only we all had problems like you.” 

“You laugh,” Angie grumbled, “But it’s tough. Why can’t I meet a nice girl that I can bring home to my family? Someone who has her life together.”

Gloria nudged Angie. “And beautiful?”

“That’d be a nice bonus,” Angie agreed.

Gloria looked over the counter. “Maybe someone like your favorite English customer?”

Angie sighed. “Don’t I wish?”

“You could ask her out, you know.”

Angie shook her head. “No! She’s way out of my league.”

Gloria glared at her. “She is not out of your league.”

Angie stared back incredulously. “Have you seen her?” She waved a hand in the woman’s direction. “Have you heard her talk?”

“I have,” Gloria smirked. “Her accent is adorable.”

“Adorable,” Angie scoffed. “It’s sinful.”

Gloria raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is it?”

“Stop!” Angie swatted her with a cleaning rag. 

“I’m not the one who has a crush on the English woman with a sinful accent.”

Angie turned away and huffed. “I am never telling you anything again.”

“She comes in three times a week, always sits in your area, and makes a point to ask you how your day is going. Ask her out already.”

“She’s friendly,” Angie explained.

“She doesn’t talk to anyone else,” Gloria argued. 

“So, she’s selectively friendly,” Angie said. “That doesn’t mean she’s interested in me.”

Gloria folded her arms and glared at Angie. “Do you even know her name?”

Angie blushed. “She always pays with cash.”

“Angie! She’s been coming in here for a month.”

“I call her English,” Angie confessed as she took a fresh pie from the kitchen window and set it down on the counter. “It slipped out one day. She didn’t seem to mind, so it stuck.” 

Gloria narrowed her eyes. “I swear to God, if you don’t get her name today, I will take matters into my own hands.”

Angie gasped. “You will not!”

“Try me,” Gloria pressed. 

Angie picked up a knife and began to slice the pie. “Okay, I’ll ask her what her name is before she leaves today. Happy?”

Gloria nodded. “Before she leaves. Promise?”

“Promise,” Angie said. She went to make another slice but dropped the knife when a glass shattered across the room. 

“Ow!”

Gloria looked at her in concern. “Did you cut yourself?”

“I don’t think so, but…,” Angie looked at her left hand in confusion as a small wound appeared along her palm and a faint trickle of blood welled along the edges. “I don’t understand,” she said. 

“Um, Angie,” Gloria murmured.

Angie looked up to see Gloria pointing across the room to a booth. A booth where her favorite English customer was currently kneeling, picking up the pieces of a shattered coffee cup as a line of bright red blood bloomed across her palm.

Angie swayed and felt Gloria’s hands settle on her waist. 

“Easy there, Ang.”

“This isn’t possible,” Angie whispered. 

“Looks like it is,” Gloria said. She nodded toward the English woman. “You want me to go over there?”

Angie shook her head. “No. I promised you that I’d get her name.”

Gloria shook her head. “That was before…” she waved a hand between Angie and the woman.

Angie grinned weakly. “Well, no time like the present, I guess.” She wrapped a towel around her palm and reached for a clean towel.

“Good luck!” Gloria smiled. 

Angie felt like weights were tied to her ankles as she walked across the room and knelt beside the woman she only knew as English. 

“I am so sorry,” the woman told her. “I knocked it off the table when I reached for my phone. I can pay to replace it.”

Angie smiled. “It’s okay. Happens all the time.” She reached for the woman’s injured hand. “Here, let me wrap that for you until you can get somewhere to clean it up.”

English smiled in relief and allowed Angie to take her hand. “That’s awfully kind of you.”

“Not at all,” Angie said.

The woman looked at the towel wrapped around Angie’s hand. “Oh no! Did you injure your hand, too?”

Angie took a deep breath. “Not exactly.”

English looked at her quizzically and then down to Angie’s left hand. When she looked back at Angie, her eyes held understanding.

Angie let out the breath she’d been holding. “You know I’m Angie, but I only know you as English. But I figure maybe I should know your name given that….” She looked down at their mutually wrapped hands. “Look, I don’t even know if I believe in all this soulmate stuff-”

She stopped talking when English placed her uninjured hand over Angie’s hand. 

“I’m Peggy Carter,” the English woman said.

“Angie Martinelli.”

Peggy smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Angie.”

Angie laughed. “You, too, Peggy.”

Peggy looked at their hands. “I think we should tend to these cuts, but perhaps later this evening, we could get something to eat and discuss this?”

Angie smiled. “I would love to.”

Peggy looked delighted. “Wonderful.”

Angie looked at the shattered cup on the floor beneath them and grinned. Gloria would be insufferable now. But, as she looked back at Peggy and saw how the Englishwoman was looking at her, she decided it was worth it. After all, she might have just found her soulmate. 

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