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starsunderwaterr · 1 year

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Sleeping with the Idols + Agent 8 + Cap’n 3! (pt. 3)

Here is the third part in this series!! I decided to do both the female and male Agent 8 because I feel like the two of them both have different personalities despite being the same person...but anywho!

Update: this part was supposed to have Cap’n 3 in it but their part was getting so damn long that I had to give them their own part #girlboss

I hope you all enjoy!!

(Y/N) — your name

(N/N) — nickname

All characters involved are 18+

Minors DNI

Warnings: swearing

Agent 8 (Eight)! [female]

The babeyyyy,,,,the absolute wholesome babeyyyy

Coming from Deep Sea Metro and never really having much knowledge of physical contact before it takes her time, but she grows to love cuddling and snuggling as you introduce her to it, even if it’s been almost 6 years since Octo Expansion

Don’t get me wrong, she knew of hugging and things like that, but never really had time because she was so busy being controlled :’<

Take it slow,,,,pls!

Baby girl isn’t used to so much at once, so it’s best if you just ease into it and let her come to you

Starts out by letting her stay in your apartment after Pearl and Marina get too busy with Off the Hook stuff

You let her take the bed at night, and for the first few nights, it seems like she’s doing okay with it

But then, on maybe the fourth or fifth night, you heard faint whimpering from your bedroom, which soon escalated into a scream

Right as you were about to get up, Eight came bolting out of your room, frantically searching for you

You managed to grasp her hands, but she rejected them, instead flinging her arms around your torso in a vice grip. She needed all of you right now

“It was so scary, (Y/N). I did not make it...” She cried, clutching your shirt tightly

You frowned, feeling immense guilt. You were there that day, and you did everything you could to try and help. You and Eight had become really close along the way as you traveled with her and Cap’n Cuttlefish

You hugged her back, resting your head on top of hers, rubbing her back with one hand, “It’s okay, Eight. You made it. You’re safe.”

She looked up at you, teary-eyed, “Please stay with me.”

After that night, she had to have you there with her at bedtime

She was so scared of waking up and you (the most important person in her life) being gone forever, as so many loved ones had disappeared in DSM

Keep in mind, this is also her first time living with you, so you spend more time together, which means that her fears escalate more than they did in the past when you lived separately

She likes to lay facing you, oftentimes holding onto your torso or even just your hand and tangling her legs with yours

For her, the more contact, the better, as it comforts her

Even if you’ve kissed her a million times, she still gets flustered when you give her a goodnight kiss, even if it’s only on the forehead or the cheek

Will always say “I love you” before falling asleep because she knows the weight of the phrase

The two of you were getting ready to rest for the night, laying down on your side facing Eight

She grabbed your hand, holding it tight with her adorable smile

You pressed a kiss to her lips, and right as you were about to speak, she beat you to it

“I love you!” You giggled, repeating it back, “I love you, too. Goodnight, Eight”

Girl can sleep happy now :’>

She’s so grateful for you...like fr fr

Agent 8 (Eight)! [male]

Ugh this little lad

You met him three years after Octo Expansion, being introduced at a very not-so-secretive-but-secretive-because-Pearl-said-so agent meeting at her house

You had caught on and knew too much, and Pearl and the rest of the Splatoon finally realized and trusted that you would hold this information secretly and confidentially

Instantly fell in love with how sweet he was

Is super affectionate with you and loves to give you hugs and kisses, especially on your cheeks

Is obsessed with your cheeks

His words, man

“Your cheeks are so...squish”

Needless to say, you had a good laugh and had to teach him how adjectives work

Would give anything to hold you awake and in his dreams (double happy, as he calls it)

When it’s time for bed, he actually isn’t all over you like it sounds he is

He likes his space just as much as you do, but he still makes sure to have at least one body part touching you so he knows you’re there

Will search for one too it’s so cute—

Will not say no to snuggling if you want it, though, because if he wasn’t already affectionate, octolings as a whole are super affectionate towards their loved ones

Nuzzles his face against yours and will sleep like that with you

Expect a lot of kitten pile esc sleeping with him

Loves when you get more needy and want to hold onto him bc he thinks it’s the cutest thing to see you snoring into his neck

Is a literal space heater I swear—

Now, I’m not gonna shy away from this man’s bad days

Of course he gets nightmares and panic attacks over his past, but he’s very good at downplaying it and hiding it

But sometimes, he’s not, and that’s when you can finally step in and help your partner

You guys were hanging out, dozing off on each other when a segment of a show you were watching struck a cord in him

It was a comment mentioning the word “tartar” and immediately he piped up, the drowsiness gone, and his eyes glazing over in a daze as he started to breathe heavier

You took notice, waving your hand in front of his face, trying to get him to respond

“Hey...Eight...? Are you okay?”

It was almost like he snapped out of a trance, because he instantly calmed down, breaking a smile “Yeah, I’m okay…I…I promise”

But you could still see the fear and could feel him shaking against you

Knowing that he was stubborn, you tried your best to help him, even if he wouldn’t admit it

“Eight, hey, it’s okay. You’re safe.” You grabbed his face, gently, and looked into his eyes, trying to gain his attention

This poor baby tried to keep it together so bad bro

His eyes filled with tears, and he let out a laugh to try and stop, but you hugged him close, and he spilled

It took a long time, and luckily, this episode wasn’t bad (not like some of the others), so he was receptive to your touch and took the steps with you to calm down and stay grounded

It always ends with him being the little spoon in your arms, his tear-stained face being cradled

Mumbles the most adorable, quiet “I love yous” after flashbacks because he’s exhausted beyond all belief but needs to tell you before passing out

Loves you so much man 🥺

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon x reader #agent 8 #agent 8 x reader #octo expansion #eight x reader #the baby #i love them so much #the nostalgia is giving me tears

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lostfracturess · 2 months

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i’ve got my work laptop out and my phone in hand to live react to this chapter 😼

omg i kneww it was the fkn student he punched. satoru’s so sweet to not want to drag her into a courtcase though.

kafka 😩🫶🏼💕 ive been on such a kafka kick lately omg (not so much reading his actual works but looking at kafka tumblr quotes 😔 i feel motivated to actually read his works now) also the way he sees her?? we’re so beautiful to him 🤭

“what a fucked up way to describe it. a child, small and defenseless against an unyielding force. where was the justice in that?”

☹️☹️☹️ ok i’m teared up. wtf.

“for all her strength and boldness, there was this fragile core to her. one that the world, am i, seemed intent on bruising.”

😩🤚🏼 i feel for reader fr she can do no wronggg in my eyes omg i can FEEL the stress of all this fkn research & trials gone wrong omg. she’s such an empath and it’s takin a toll on my girl over here

OHMYGOSHHH she saw the lawyer papers plsss higurama you had one job 😓 also i know im supposed to hate how secretive n stubborn he is but something ab his habit of shutting reader up w kisses 😩🤚🏼 i like my men toxic like that LMFAO

yaga laying innnn on him omg i love the consequences of his actions catching up to him. the forbidden romance is forbidden romancinggg. THE ETHICS COMMITTEE….hmm i mean considering the power dynamic i think satoru would def be the one to take the brunt of accusation if they were caught 🤔 i really wonder if reader would receive as heavy of a fall from grace as he would

omg the elevator stuck scene 🫣 PLS HE CONSIDERS FUCKING HER IN THE ELEVATOR!!?? IM SCREAMING. also they need to stop talking ab thisss in the elevator omg ppl might be listening or recording 😔 where is higurama w the legal counsel.

i cant tell if its my iced coffee giving me palpitations rn or if its your fucking writing (most likely latter). i looove how theyre resolved to try n keep each other tho :”) despite facing the things going on rn.

sheesh those lab results lmao that patient’s liver gotta be fucked 🤣 Oh WHAT ITS SATORU’s LIVER 😨 NOOO.

aw a signed kafka book?!? 😩🤚🏼 lord…

im on the basketball scene and ugggh first of all basketball satoru?!?! NEED. just imagining his arm muscles flexing while he’s shootin a shot 😩 also he’s sooo whipped for her oh my god. need a man who loves this deeply.

OHY MY GOD A SPARE TO HIS APARTMENT ITS SO REAL. ITS ALL FEELING SO REAL RN. SCREAMING. TRYING SO FKN HARD TO HIDE THE SMILE ON MY FACE RN.

oh god i cant ice ant i cant the hydropmorphone this sshift in energy i cant. to the bathroom for my ten min i go because i alr know imma need to scream for this 😭😭😭

NO WAAAYYY HE’s DOIN DRUGSS OFF OF HER IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND. OH MY GOD IM CLUTCHING MY PEARLS RN. OVER SUGURU’s FUCKING DESK?!????

OH. MY. GOD. SATORU IS THE FUCKING DEVIL. HE’s THE DEVIL. I……….I JUST GOT TO THE END. I COULD DEADASS SCREAM RN. THE— THE GUMPTION. THE GALL?!?!? TO LICK HIS FUCKING FINGERS.

i…….🧍🏻‍♀️i’m literally shaking. im SHAKING like IM the one w a panic attack or withdrawal rn. you ate this chapter up. you ate this chapter ALL the way fucking up and i could cry rn. no words. pheewww AND IM SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON W MY DAY AFTER THIS?!????!

fuck.

girl you make me cry with your comments! 😭❤️ yes, satoru is such a sweetheart for dealing with the lawsuit with money that she wouldn't have to go to court, even if that means he would have to swallow that bitter pill. green flag!!

and yes, pls pls read kafka! there are a lot of short books and stories of him that are just like a four hour read but so worth it, can't recommend that enough!!

OHMYGOSHHH she saw the lawyer papers plsss higurama you had one job

higurma must have done it on purpose i'm so sure!! like i wrote it, but still am not quite convinced it was a coincidence ahhh! and him shutting her up with kisses is EVERYTHING. bit toxic okay, but EVERYTHING.

the forbidden romance is forbidden romancinggg.

yes, the forbidden romance is catching up to them, how would have thought. like satoru was not even trying to hide it that much, but now he's surprised?? he's so stupid.

PLS HE CONSIDERS FUCKING HER IN THE ELEVATOR!!?? IM SCREAMING.

yeeeessss!! he really considered it a split second as he knows that will work quite good to shut her up ahaha he's so miserable with talking and feelings. but he sure knows what he's good at and how to use that. 🌚🌚

im on the basketball scene and ugggh first of all basketball satoru?!?! NEED. just imagining his arm muscles flexing while he’s shootin a shot

yes!!! i want to rewrite this scene out of reader pov just to be able to describe a bit of how this mf handsome man looked in this scene for us to please ahhhh.

also he’s sooo whipped for her oh my god. need a man who loves this deeply.

he's down bad for her and this will be his undoing. but yes, everyone deserves a man how's on his knees for his girl!!!

NO WAAAYYY HE’s DOIN DRUGSS OFF OF HER IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND.

he's so fkn feral omg, like he really got some nerves doing that aahhhhh. also over suguru's desk ahahah. still he could lick every drug he wants from my body at any time ngl.

I COULD DEADASS SCREAM RN. THE— THE GUMPTION. THE GALL?!?!? TO LICK HIS FUCKING FINGERS.

HE HAS NO SHAME!!! this man is so unhinged and i loved every second writing him like that. he maybe is about to lose his mind but he's still serving while going insane!!

thank you so so much for your comments on this chapter, is was so funny to see your reaction while reading!!! thank you so so much for your support and taking your time to write this (also on your rec on the story??? reposting this in a minute), wishing you nothing but the best! 🥲🫶🫶

#symptoms and causes #inbox

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lazystar · 10 months

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The one where SKZ has an “Intervention” for Two Idiots in Love

Breakdowns Part 2B

||Bang Chan x Reader||

Summary: The one where the kids play relationship counselors and … let’s just say they shouldn’t quit their day jobs in this AU.

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A/N: Hello everyone I am so glad you seemed to like part 1! Tumblr operates on a system of reblogs so if you like my writing please consider reblogging my work! Or if you would like to comment instead that would mean the world to me.

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CW: Went more of the comedy route because I cried a lot the day I wrote the draft of this. Reader is the dumb one here. All of SKZ are himbos here, Hyunjin comedian era, Jisung dad friend era. Felix in his water sign era fr here, yes I know he’s a virgo anyways -.-, we stan the kids being our comedic relief for our two bumbling idiots in love. Hyunjin fr acts like such a pisces here and we stan!

WC: ~2K

Written on my phone on my docs bc my laptop is barely functioning rn. so sorry for any errors !! If u like it consider reblogging or commenting your highlights!

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~ At Jisung’s Apartment after the phone call~

Jisung felt like a sad circus ringleader as his older friend sat on his floor sniffling and clutching at the stuffed wolf his younger twin left behind. It hurt him to see two of his favorite people in the world both struggling to cope with their emotions and knowing he was wholly unqualified to help them. He wasn’t a psychology major he studied music production what the hell did he know about feelings or healthy coping skills? Looking over as Chan begins to lament about losing the love of his life again and how the stuffed wolf doesn’t smell like your perfume anymore.

“Hey Hyung? Have you reached out to the others for advice? Felix and Hyunjin are pretty smart with communication. I wouldn’t say to call the whole groupchat for advice because well…” and before his thought could even be finished Minho, Changbin, Seungmin, and Jeongin aka literally every other friend except the two he suggested suddenly piled into the living room, Minho jingling Jisung’s spare key with a look that could only be described as “I’m here to cause problems not solve them”, meanwhile the Three Musketeers were split either helping in the task of carrying a giant white board or carrying armloads of snacks.

Jisung let out an exasperated sigh, pinching between his eyes then rubbing circles on his temples for some sort of relief. “YOU END UP ON MY DOORSTEP FOR HELP AND CALL THESE FOOLS IN FOR HELP?! And to think I took you in after playing referee between you and Y/N, all I ask is you LISTEN TO ME. What am I, some kind of joke Christopher Bang?” Jisung went from concerned best friend to exasperated mother realizing his beloved best friend had no critical thinking when it comes to choosing friends with good advice.

“ Ji I tried to ask them first but Felix and Hyunjin told me they’re with her trying to help her…” The sniveling male replied meekly, feeling like a child who had been placed in time out. Which to be completely honest, he was, even though he was the oldest among his friends.

“FOOLS? THIS IS HOW YOU ADDRESS YOUR FRIENDS COMING IN TO CURE CHAN’S ILLNESS CALLED ‘RUINING HIS LOVE LIFEITIS’?” Minho squawked in clear offense, Changbin and Jeongin both clutched their metaphorical pearls and gave their best looks of offense toward Jisung.

Meanwhile Jisung just ignored them, not even the least bit shocked at their flair for the dramatics. He just shook his head and walked to the white board which was standing tall right in the center of the living room. He took a deep breath and was clearly summoning all of his seriousness, taking on the persona of a professor or CEO.

“Now let’s get down to business. No Changbin, don’t start singing. ANYWAYS! Since she’s my sister I’ll lead the first and hopefully only ‘Saving Chan’s Ass’ meeting. Now to the idiot in question and the reason we are all here—Chan you have a lot of work to do considering she’s in her head just as much as you are and will need some convincing to work this out. You two are a match made in overthinking hell. MOVING ON STEP ONE TO WINNING HER HEART OVER…” Smacking the capped end of the marker to the board to get the group’s attention Jisung began what was to be the most chaotic meeting in existence.

~ At Y/N’s apartment at about the time of the convergence of chaos is occurring~

“Okay so operation save Y/N from homelessness and bitchlessness.” Hyunjin begins holding up a white board marker and gesturing to a white board propped up in the living room. You were wrapped up in Felix’s hug and trying to get your sniffles under control. You had been crying for hours, as you thought over everything that may have to change if you had truly messed things up for good between herself and Chan. After he’d left you realized all of the moments she’d felt those tell tale butterflies in your stomach around him, gotten jealous over his admirers, and all of the moments you had realized you in fact liked him… not hated him.

“He’s not a bitch he’s just kinda dumb don’t call him a bitch.” You rumbled and the freckled young man holding you in one of his classic snuggle hugs could only laugh. Hyunjin sighed exasperatedly and crossed off bitchlessness and wrote himbolessness, grumbling about how Chan in this scenario was indeed a bitch.

Once the dramatic title of the board was changed the three of you laughed as you nodded at the change letting out watery giggles. “Okay so step one should be what, apologizing?” You ask, unsure of where to even begin. Hyunjin shrieked and began to explain how you never apologize to a man but rather make him realize he should have worshiped the very ground you walk on. You somehow managed to tune him out briefly only wanting advice not a 101 on how to somehow turn a radio DJ into a sugar daddy.

Felix gently adjusted your seating arrangement so he could go and steal the market from Hyunjin. “Jinnie please go sit down and let’s actually try to do something about this mess. I hate seeing our friends upset!” He pouted at the taller male. Hyunjin reluctantly sat down and laid his head on your lap and let you play with his hair while he and Felix brainstormed and bickered over solutions.

~let’s now check in back at Jisung’s~

The meeting at Jisung’s apartment was not faring much better as the six men all bickered over the right ways to woo women, how to win their hearts. Apparently Jeongin’s idea of serenading you with a boombox was impractical as life was not a 90’s movie according to Changbin. However, Changbin’s idea of flexing and wooing you with muscles wouldn’t work either according to the entire group. Idea after idea was struck down like bowling pins. Impractical suggestions just bounced around the circle like a pinball in an arcade and it was giving Chan no hope for a good ending to this cacophony of drama he had somehow created.

After a few hours Chan decided he had been through enough shouting and bickering for one day. Tuning out his beloved friends, who at this point began to sound like they were going to bicker for the sake of it, he began to look at his phone. He scanned his screen and noted that the time now was nearly 7pm meaning it had been about 8 hours since the two of you had last spoken, and the only thing he wanted to have seen was a message from you.

But glowing from his lock screen was

nothing, it had been hours since the fight between you two, and his friends’ questionable advice session felt oddly longer than the silence that was happening between you two. Hours of separation and his heart sank and he quadruple checked but it was true not one notification from Y/Nnie❣️ came up when he would illuminate his lock screen. Not a single message reading something like “Come back, I’m ready to talk about this”, nor an “I’m sorry, why don’t we talk in person? ”, not even a “Hey asshole come to the apartment ”. Not a single letter, syllable, or even emoji to communicate how you felt.

He was readying himself to tell his friends his feelings, ready to bare every single emotion to the five other boys and say that this meeting of the minds meant fuck all, and to declare that this whole thing was a pointless effort. Chan was silent and stewing almost about to boil over. The others too distracted by being right in a situation they all grew very emotionally invested in.

Chan’s brooding caused his inner thoughts to swallow him whole before he could even comprehend speaking, instead his thoughts did the talking to him; they told him the same things he had been repeatedly saying to himself all day. He knew better, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, he shouldn’t have thought of you, his roommate, his best friend’s sister, in that way. He should have known better than to fall for his best friend’s sister. He knew better to play his games with your mind, he can’t try to act like he knew he wasn’t upsetting you but he would have rather kept his heart guarded. He only had himself to blame is that damning voice in his head sneered, pouring salt into his wounds.

He was genuinely starting to draft an email to the housing office to move out in his head, the thought of facing you right now genuinely sounded like torture. He couldn’t imagine the eggshells he would have to walk on to feel some semblance of peace.

But then a musical glimmer of hope came in the form of your ringtone blasting from his phone.

“Chan. Please tell me your ringtone isn’t Feel Special by Twice.” Seungmin’s judgemental tone of voice and somehow audible eye roll cut Chan’s happy thoughts that his prayers were answered off.

“It’s Y/N’s ringtone dude, she stole my phone one day and set her tone to that. She kept on saying I should have an iconic song to recognize an icon was calling me. Cute huh?” Chan chuckled, all too happy to be remembering the moment well.

“WELL ROMEO, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR GET YOUR EMPTY HEAD OUT OF FUCKING LALA LAND AND ANSWER THE PHONE!!” Jisung’s shout broke Chan out of his memories and the elder answered the phone.

“Y/N?! I-is that you listen.”

“Sorry mate, listen it’s Felix. Y/N uh, she um… shit how do I say this? Y/N… She ran out of the apartment, she was crying talking about how she was not going to make things right with you. How she was so mean about everything, she was in such a negative headspace it was scary. To make things worse she left her phone behind so we can’t get her location to make sure she’s safe. Hyunjin’s here panicking. I’m panicking. You have to find her dude, I don’t know all the details but you both clearly have a lot to work out. I would get going it’s going to be dark soon.”

“Fucking hell oh my God okay, how long ago did she leave?”

“Maybe 10 minutes ago? We tried going after her but lost her in the park by yours. She is probably still there and terrified, we both know she hates being out alone when it hits sundown.”

Chan bolted up from his seat and threw on his shoes with lightning speed. Not even listening to the others’ questions of what he was doing or where he was going. The park you were probably in was a good 15 minutes on foot away fro Jisung’s apartment and the playground with in the park was covered up by foliage and low hanging branches making it a very private area. It was closer to your apartment and another 10 minutes within the park to locate.

He raced to you like a mad man, knowing your cry spot from times you had walked out before upset due to school stress. The two of you had shared locations just in case anything had gone awry before, at Jisung’s overprotective behest.

After almost 15 minutes of racing on foot rain pelted Chan’s face as the clouds began to pour like they heavens chose to cry alongside him. Another 15 or so minutes later he found himself crouching next to you at the swing set of the playground near your shared home. He was shaking, cold and scared of what could have happened if Felix hadn’t called him. Upon seeing your frame shake with your own cries and your attempt to curl in on yourself as you saw him, Chan wept a little harder just from seeing you in this emotional pain.

All he could do was pull you into his arms as he knelt on the ground. His face found its solace in the crux of your neck and yours did the same. “Oh my God Y/N you’re okay, I was so worried when Felix called me.” He trembled as he gripped your now very soaked hoodie tighter. You nodded into his embrace and clenched your fists into his damp shirt and just shook. Neither of you before this day would have imagined you’d be crying over the other and holding onto each other for dear life, almost as if the second you let go the other would disappear into the cold stormy air.

“I’m okay Channie, I’m not hurt.” You whispered into his neck and just gripped him tighter. You two stayed like that as the sobs subsided into crocodile tears. You both looked at one another for a moment steadying yourselves for the make or break moment that may change everything for the better or worse.

“I’m sorry” simultaneously left both of your lips, both of you thinking you owed the other an apology. A laughter soaked with tears left both of your lips, you went to apologize again when he cut you off.

“Baby look at me, you have nothing to be sorry for, I was a dick when I was hiding how I felt. You were nothing but kind, how could I not fall for that. You are so fucking wonderful. An angel, and if you are willing, I would like nothing more than to call you my angel.” His voice was powerful yet soft. You could barely meet his gaze and couldn’t bring yourself to speak, you didn’t trust your voice not your own facial expressions. So like a deer in headlights you froze again, not believing that he still wanted you. “I should have waited to say that I’m so dumb. I’m sorry you’re still upset with me I—mmph” You tugged him by the collar to your lips and cut his ramble off with a hard kiss. He was the one frozen now, not believing that the girl of his dreams was kissing him. He pinched himself to see if it was real, and indeed it was. You pulled away and saw him fully embody the shocked face emoji, blush and all.

“You’re not a dick just kind of a dumbass, you know that right?” You giggled out as you watched the cogs and gears in his head move to process what had just happened. Once it set in that you had kissed him, he rapidly and dopily nodded to affirm your statement and pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss again. This one was powerful, filled with the unspoken apologies you both had, the unspoken love you both had realized you felt for one another, the yearning he felt, the desire you held for him. The emotions melding through the movement of your lips and wandering hands. He moved to cup your face and your nails gripped his shirt as you both moved your heads to deepen the kiss. Just as Chan went to lick at the dean of your lips for silent permission to escalate the kiss, loud and obnoxious wolf whistles come out from the bushes. The sounds cut your reunion far too short for your liking and you can tell Chan feels the same way.

The two of you sheepishly looked over to the source of the sound to find the culprits and see your friends’ various reactions to you two. There poorly hidden by some bushes were Felix and Hyunjin holding one another weeping exaggeratedly, Jisung gagging along with Mino complete with heaving over to fake wretch, and lastly Seungmin, Changbin, and Jeongin all clapping like proud parents. You hid your face in Chan’s shirt at the realization your make out session had an audience, he couldn’t help but laugh and pull you closer not wanting to let you go.

“Okay love birds we get it you idiots realize you love one another but this is a family location, I can’t believe I’m telling my sister this but GET A ROOM” Jisung’s shout rang out across the grass. All nine of you share a laugh and you meekly smile up at Chan, before a devious smirk graces your face.

“Well lucky for you brother we already have an apartment, so we can go get several rooms!” Chan couldn’t even laugh; he just sputtered at your boldness, panic already seeping into his pores. Jisung looked about ready to kill you both as Chan scoops you into his arms, places you over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes and begins to run to your shared apartment. You were laughing, kicking, and shrieking as Jisung just stood there glaring and pouting in your direction. Rather than informing Chan that your brother was in fact not trailing after you both ready to commit a crime, you just accepted your fate of being carried like a kidnapped princess.

“Nevermind on calling you angel, you are a little demon.” He panted out whilst still running like he was in an Olympic race.

“Stop complaining, keep running! Also, you love it so hush.” You giggle playfully smacking his behind that was just in smackable distance from your face.

“First of all paws off the merchandise. Second of all You’re damn right I love it, my little demon.” He returns the favor placing a hand on your butt giving it a playful squeeze. You yelp and continue to laugh obnoxiously. He finally sets you down and kisses you as you reach the entrance to your apartment building. All was right in the world, you both found your pieces of joy in the midst of a breakdown. Like the Japanese art of kintsugi you had taken something broken and had turned it into something beautiful.

•End Scene for Giggles•

Meanwhile back at the rain soaked playground the seven meddling males stood in a circle nodding and smiling with satisfaction at the fact their friends succeeded in getting together. Minho sympathetically clapped Jisung on the shoulder as he stood there in shock over the events of the day, more specifically at your brazen response to his teasing. His baby sister (he was merely ten minutes older than you but he would forever rub that fact in your face) was all grown up, and that was something he was not prepared for at all.

Gathering his voice and his wits he looked around the circle, “From now on let’s not interfere in relationships for our friend group? I don’t think I can be scarred again watching another confession make out session combo.” The others agreed, all except for Hyunjin and Felix. They both were somehow still hugging and sobbing violently, like they had seen Bambi’s mom die or something similar rather than a moment of love. Or this may have been their reaction to seeing love find a way in the end? Who knows other than their odd telepathy.

“It was like a drama Ji! You can't shame my adoration for true love. Look at the material we had here; falling rain, a confession, a heartfelt moment, a kiss made for a romance story! A KISS IN THE RAIN HELLO! All of the parts to a romantic moment fit for the movies. It was- it was just. IT WAS JUST SO BEAUTIFULLLLL!” Hyunjin looked up and exclaimed whilst Felix nodded and glared at Jisung with a protective expression as terrifying as a baby chicken. He continued patting his friend’s back and comforting him.

“It’s okay Hyunjin one day we’ll have our own romance movie moments and they’ll be even better than Chan and Y/N’s.” Felix said with a comforting rub to the taller male's back. He lightly sniffled at the thought and then began to blubber with more tears and muffled cries.

“What now Felix?” Jeongin, the youngest of the group asked as he glanced over at the freckle-faced boy with a look of concern.

“I’ll answer for him with his typical quote whenever he makes us watch a romance related movie ‘I just really love love you guys!’” Seungmin interjected whilst Felix nodded and the group gathered into a large hug. Laughter settled over the group as the rain ceased.

#stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #roommates to lovers #skz fanfic #skz x reader #and they were roommates #they’re in love your honor #two idiots in love #bang chan #y/n gurl he loves you #why did i write y/n to be so JUST WHY

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Snippet. Batchmate.

DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Malin Rydén of course. CONTEXT: This month we learned that Regenes had specific ways to categorise relationship statuses through sign, among which two taps to the navel to signify ”batchmate”, ie: close friend, or the closest thing you get to family. I ran away with it because I’m a sap. WHAT TO EXPECT: Una being quite sweet (to be fair she has a concussion).

(2010)

It happened fast as a blur, and blur the world still does. You slump against the walls of the elevator, head thump-thump-thumping. The bones. Hurt. The flesh, hurt. You can let that go. Just flesh. You know the drill. Just flesh. If only your mind could think, think a little better, you could let the hurt go.

Instead you close your eyes and let it flood.

“Hey. Hey, Sidestep? Oh, shit. Eyes open, cuz!”

Ding, sings the elevator, and moan, makes your mouth, when she slides your throbbing arm around her neck. You feel that grinding click, right behind your deltoid. Hmm, not good. Slow to heal, the shoulder.

“I’m okay,” you say through the fog.

See? You can hobble just fine. You barely need her body-crutch. Barely.

Just a little.

Just… a little more.

Strong and solid she advances between the dancing walls.

“Wait,” you say, after a century of walking. “Wait, Anathema, where are we?”

“Headquarters. Don’t you remember?”

“Yes. No. We shouldn’t be here. I don’t want to be here.”

“Tough luck then,” she snorts, and you whine through cotton thoughts.

It’s a flurry of pushes. She pushes you up. She pushes you forward. She pushes open a door. She pushes you down. Under you a seat. Around you boxes, or lockers, or… or. You don’t know. Letters don’t mesh well into words, tonight. You remember a time when words were barely needed at all. The tiredness felt purer then.

“Are you with me?”

“Totally with you,” you lie, and open your eyes again. You shouldn’t close your eyes, she said. Right. You shouldn’t close your eyes. You’re in danger here. “What is this place?”

“Uh… Stockroom,” she says, rummaging through the shelves. Things open and shut. Clicking and grating. In her mind, faintly, you can feel the focus. She’s determined. Consequences are for later.

“I’ve never been here…”

Whose voice is that? Soft as a dream.

“You’re not allowed here. Come on, look at me.”

She’s kneeling in front of you now, and too late you see her strong cold hands taking off your glove. BRUsquely you recoil; brusquely she keeps you close. No. Not budging.

“Chill, scaredy cat.”

She doesn’t try to clean off the blood and the splits. Instead she slips a new glove around your hand, hard shell, protected knuckles, braced at the wrist. And the other hand. And then around your arm, an elbow pad and two.

And then what? What is she doing up?

“Come on, lean forward for me.”

The shoulder area brace slides over your hoodie, pressing against the pain, hard and good and heavy. Inside your skull you sigh in ache-relief. Clink goes the clasp on your chest. Thump sighs the knee pads on your lap.

“You want to put those on yourself?”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“I’m tired of seeing you run face first into walls without as much as a helmet. You’re not invulnerable, you know?”

“Okay, show off,” you huff, but your hands are clutching the kneepads too hard, and your throat is fighting to close. What is there to say to that? What is there to say? Your flesh is only flesh. Your pain is only pain. It isn’t supposed to matter.

You breathe in. You shiver.

When you look up she’s smiling down at you, all proud and wide in the yellow buzzing lights. Little white teeths like pearls. Precious, the smile, precious as a jewel. You swim through the fog.

“There are cameras everywhere,” you mumble.

You see them. Right above. Cameras in every corner, trained on you.

“I don’t care. I don’t think the Marshal will, either.”

“Anathema…”

You squeeze your eyes closed, and in the dark of your eyelids the swell of your heart feels a little less like a maw. A little less like your demise.

You breathe out. You shiver.

From the depths comes the gesture unbidden; a tap, then two, right to your navel. And human words too:

“Thank you.”

#snippet #notebook #una #fallen hero

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Albedo stupid ass didn’t come home so I’ve been beating his ass in my dreams😒 gunna pretend like I don’t want to wrong his neck while I stroll into the lab asking what he’s doing and then he’s getting tied up like idc im very salty😭 gunna bite his neck bc he can’t do anything to stop me and IK he sounds cute when he whines i know he does!! Then I will kiss sucrose bc I love her( like if you check the data she FR has the thickest ass in mondstat like the graphs aren’t lying) and I will let her sit in the table as I go down on her and she’s just making eye contact w albedo he can’t do a single thing but listen to her moan and grind her hips into my face😔💖 rip chalk man, also I have a bc for sucrose she pretends to be all shy and submissive but when it’s time to get down she’s like “alright hands up I got the handcuffs” SHDHSJ she purposely puts on a shy act to make them lower their gaurd; but this man has been on my mind In the cycle of 7 men who are always on my neck at all times, and it’s so funny bc I didn’t care about him at ALL like I came here for Kayea and Venti and that’s who I’m gunna talk to😤 but then I saw his clone how he’s kinda mean,,, like idk my weakness lies in men who can be cruel without even blinking. Xiao vibes where he’s working and you need attention and he will completely ignore you, this man however will make you cockwarm him for years bc who knows how long all that paperwork could take, your either on your knees or in his lap while he doesn’t even look at you. I feel whining would just make it worse?? Bc then he’ll just play w you until you give up, the king of edging I fear😔😔 he just whispers sweet words in your heart w his honey like voice as he mindlessly shoves his hand between your legs, while his hands are magic is voice is doing most the work he’s definitely top 10 filthiest mouthes in mondstat bc I know his teasing is unmatched!! He would casually mention breeding you as he walks past you in the halls of the kof HQ and it looks like he’s just asking about the weather bc he has no expression on his face. Hmm I feel like riling him up in public is pretty easy tho, probably just have to bend over for no reason, drape yourself over him the boy is chronically touched starved so an extra firm handshake could get him hard💀 but he’s always so quietly demanding, he doesn’t need to raise his voice or squeeze your thigh to get you to freeze in your spot, just gives you a sharp look like “behaving like this won’t get you anywhere” clutching your pearls bc as soon as your out of earshot he’s getting you on your knees while reprimanding you like sir I’m sucking your dick not at a seminar🙄 overall definitely top 10 best dick game in mondstat! Like idk WHAT it is about the Khaenri'ah men,,,, but they’re all fine asf🥵 like dainsleif on my radar too bc ik it’s heavy I know it is

NOOOOOO?! omgggg im so sorry.... you need to kick his ass... i can't believe him! albedo suckssssss for that, how many wishes did you spend on him???

omg?! revenge sex that doesn't include albedo? that's perfect,, i feel like sucrose would let you do anything you want to her.... but i also agree that it's a front like she plays the roll of shy and innocent but when she gets really into it she'll fuck you harder than someone like childe LOL as long as you don't touch albedo then i think that is a fitting punishment for him since he didnt want to come home!!! it'll make him think twice next time!

'men who can be cruel without even thinking' you just explained my current scaramouche obsession like i told myself i would never be interested in him because he's short and a puppet but like..... yandere crazy scara is..... nice. LOLLLL the puppet thing really makes me laugh tho...... and it's not like hes fucking hot like raiden is soooooo she can get away with being a puppet.... on her it's sexy and on him it makes me laugh hehehe

omg ya know albedo kinda reminds me of barbatos.... with how much work they have and how seriously they take their work like.... they would both cockwarm you while they do their jobs since both you and their tasks are equally important to them.... barbatos has to deal w devildom shit and albedo has to deal w destroying mondstadt shit,,,,, they also have to deal with fucking their s/o shit too!!!

EEEEEEK the THOUGHT OF ALBEDO PUNISHING YOU AFTER A WHOLE DAY OF BEING BRATTY MAKES ME SQUEALLLLLL,,,, omg.... he would be so mean and have no mercy since you had no problem teasing him all day.... you'd take him and his evil twins cock at the same time!!! it'll fit, trust him, he researches this stuff AHAHAH

khaenriah men have my heart.... there is just something about them...... i need to stop before i go off on a tangent about pierro. hes so fucking hot,,,, so big,,, i need him BAD.

honestly, between you and me, i don't care for dain that much LOL like his voice is hot and that is it.... you'll probably find a way to get me to like him more though just like w albedo LOL

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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casuallyimagining · 3 years

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Fix You Bonus: Visitors

hybrid!Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi isn't a fan of visitors. Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Hybrid AU Word Count: 811 Rating: E Warnings: none

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The knock at your door startled Yoongi so badly he almost threw his knitting. He was sitting beside you on the couch, an episode of his favorite bar renovation show playing on the television, working on the scarf he was going to give to Pearl. The yarn he was using was a lovely shade of lilac, and you could tell he was proud of the fact that he was attempting to fade it into a cream color.

But he was still a little jumpy. Sudden visitors, though you didn’t get many, were absolutely not Yoongi’s thing. You smoothed his hair down in an attempt to soothe him, scratching gently behind his ears.

When you got up to answer the door, you were surprised to see your parents standing there on your stoop. They almost never came to visit you--you almost always had to go visit them. Not that you minded, you liked to go home, to engulf yourself in the rose-colored memories of your childhood. It was strange seeing them in the city.

“We were in the area and thought we’d stop by,” your mother said, setting her purse down on your kitchen island. “Your dad had that appointment with the knee doctor, remember?”

You nodded. Your dad’s knees had been slowly going on him since your childhood--years of hard work and micro injuries from his job had eroded his joints--and now that he was old enough--whatever that meant--his doctor was finally doing something about it.

“We wanted to swing by and say congrats on the trial. Read about it in the paper.” Your dad nodded, attempting to act casual as he glanced around your apartment. “So… where is he?”

Your parents didn’t particularly like that your new roommate was a man. They had no problems with the fact that he was part cat, but they were old-fashioned, and heaven forbid you even pretend to have male friends.

If only they knew.

You glanced into the living room, and Yoongi was nowhere to be found. You frowned.

“He’s… somewhere.” You gestured to your couch. “Get comfortable. I’ll go find him.”

You found him sitting in his room at his piano, ears pressed firmly into his hair. He clutched his tail, running his fingers through the soft ebony fur. He looked up when you entered the room, copper eyes wide with nerves.

“You disappeared,” you observed quietly, approaching him.

As soon as you were close enough, he leaned into you, resting his head against your torso. You felt him sigh heavily, but he let go of his tail, allowing it to flick against your leg. Silently, you pulled his hair back off his forehead. He looked up at you, eyes searching your face.

You hummed. “What’s wrong?” He shrugged in response. “I know they’re new, but they aren’t bad people.”

“I know, I just…” He trailed off, chewing on his lip.

“You’ve met mom before, actually,” you told him softly. “That first day, remember? She helped me wrap you in a blanket.”

You could see him thinking, wracking his brain. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t remember your parents. Those first few days had been traumatic and stressful. But eventually, he nodded.

“I seem to remember her also very confidently declaring me a boy cat.” A slight brush crept across Yoongi’s face.

You laughed, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Let’s not bring that up to her, shall we? I think she would probably die.” He hummed, eyes fluttering shut and leaning into your hand. “You wanna go back out there? Say hi? They won’t stay long, I don’t think. They don’t really like the city that much.”

For a while, Yoongi was quiet, happy to sit there and let you scratch at his ears. A soft rumble started to stutter in his chest as he leaned further into you, his body practically melting against your own. But your mother’s voice drew your attention back to your guests.

“Did you get lost?” she called. You could tell she was standing at the end of the hall, just barely able to restrain herself from coming to look for you.

Yoongi sighed and stood up. You squeezed his hand and let him lead the way out of the room and into the living room. You followed him, a hand on his back for comfort.

Your parents perked up as soon as you emerged, both of their heads snapping up at the sound of the bedroom door closing. Yoongi froze under their gaze, pausing slightly in the hallway entrance, but you prodded him gently, your hand on his back keeping him going. Your thumb rubbed circles into the fabric of his t-shirt, hoping to comfort him.

“Mom, Dad.” You smiled at your parents, your free hand coming up to rest on Yoongi’s arm. His tail flicked nervously behind him. “This is Yoongi. My hybrid roommate.”

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Let’s not pearl clutch. It was a skit // no fr like how weird do you have to be to read into that shit. Mfers on twitter are unhinged

It was a literal skit lmfao like it was scripted. He wasn’t actually hitting on her. It was part of his performance. She’s also overage so it’s not like it’d be weird if they even snogged as part of a skit (they didn’t though). Like the joke was the song is about them flirting right and he was being… smooth like butter.

#nat talks grammys 2022

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Mad Max: Fury Road

Buckle up, buttercup—we’re headed to Valhalla

Mad Max: Fury Road is the greatest action movie ever made. This point cannot be argued, it cannot be debated. The sky is blue, water is wet, Fury Road is the best. Incontrovertible fact. This review is going to be a little different, because I’m making the dangerous assumption that you’ve seen this movie. If you haven’t, go do that now. No fooling—put down the phone and watch Fury Road, then come back.

Fury Road is the first Mad Max flick to not star Mel Gibson. It was supposed to—that’s how long Fury Road spent in development hell. But in between Thunderdome and FR, Mel had a run-in with the law, won Oscars, and slowly went child-eatingly insane. While some might argue that would make him perfect for a new Mad Max flick, the truth was that Mel probably couldn’t have handled it. So we got a new Max, in the form of Tom Hardy.

Seen here, channeling his inner Riggs

I will go to my grave convinced that they beat the screaming minotaur out of him, hypnotized him, and told him only: “SURVIVE, MOTHERFUCKER.” That kind of lunacy doesn’t come easy.

The thousand-yard stare of a man who ate an extra on set, bones and all

He was the perfect choice for Max. But it’s important to note something about this movie, something huge, and the clue is on the movie poster at the start of this review. Here it is: Max is not the main character of this movie.

The real heroine of the movie, along with some dude.

This show belongs almost entirely to Charlize Theron’s Imperator Furiosa, who is clearly the most badass woman who has ever existed.

Theron, hunting her lunch on set, just before an extra mysteriously disappeared

There were some idiots people who were angered by this. “Why is she the main character in a movie about Mad Max?” they cried, clutching the pearls woven into their neckbeards, their basement lairs a-quiver. I don’t know the actual reason, but I’ve some theories.

By the time Fury Road was gifted to us by a loving God, “Mad Max” as a concept had entered fully into the cultural zeitgeist. I didn’t have to explain Mad Max—merely saying the words was enough to trigger the idea of a deserted wasteland, badass cars, a haunted Mel Gibson, and Thunderdomes as far as the eye could see. We got it, man.

Fury Road is a different film because of all that. Fury Road upends the conventions that the first three films created. The older ones are drab and washed out, lacking color or conventional beauty. FR is colorful and vivid, full of bright contrasts. The first three: brutal, badass men, ready to peel your face off and wear it as a loincloth, desperately trying to survive. Fury Road is full of smart women who are trying to build a better world, trying to escape those same men. This film was directed by a man. It was edited and finished by a woman.

Furiosa is missing an arm, and wears a rough prosthesis in its place. She fights to get the gorgeous Wives to someplace safe and free, where they can be their own people and not property. She is every woman who’s been called nasty names by some sleazebag in a bar because she didn’t meet his ideals of beauty. And what of those sleazebags? There are a total of two good men in FR: Max himself and Nux, both of whom view Furiosa and the wives as people trying to break free and be themselves. They respect that. All of the other men in the movie, from Immortan Joe on down, view Furiosa and the Wives as property, as goods. And yes, I’m aware that Max and Nux both need time to come to their realizations. The point is that they do—in Nux’s case, he changes literally his entire worldview, which is astonishing for a sidekick in an action movie.

Everyone who made this movie is either filthy or dead

Approximately eight and one half trillion words have been written about Fury Road, including all these that I’ve contributed. This flick won Oscars, and lots of them—it won the most of any movie the year it was nominated, and not just technical ones either.

Mad Max: Fury Road was nominated for Best Picture. Let that sink in.

A movie with this in it was nominated for Best Picture, as God intended

Fury Road is not to be fucked with.

It has all the good stuff you expect from a Mad Max movie: car chases, action, stunts galore, homoerotic bondage mutants. The Interceptor is in it for like five seconds.

Seen here just before it gets destroyed. Again.

It’s honestly a perfect movie. If you haven’t seen it, go watch it. I watch it about once every three months or so, simply because it’s that awesome. Watch the making-of stuff, because all that shit was done practically—they were out in the desert, blowing shit up and having a grand old time and created the perfect film.

Join us tomorrow for a massive post. We’ll be reviewing the Mad Max video game, and talking about various theories and ideas that surround the Mad Max lore. Here’s another picture of Tom Hardy as Max because he’s dreamy.

Real badasses never look back.

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Chapter One

It was a dark and stormy night. It sounds cliché, I know, but it simply couldn't be helped. It was night, for one, so "dark" was rather the norm. As for "stormy," well, a cold front hit a warm front or something. I don't know, I'm a narrator, not a weatherman. Weatherperson. A- oh, what do you call it- a meteorologist. It was raining something awful, is what I'm trying to say.

Anyway. It was a dark and stormy night. Clio rather liked dark and stormy nights. She was thirteen, and while she had half a mind to be self-conscious about a great many things, clichés were not yet among their numbers. Someday she'd be a proper creative writing major and avoid clichés like the plague, and the word "said," to boot, but today was not that day. Or, tonight, rather. Thunder rumbled threateningly, and lightning split the sky. Clio appreciated the drama of it. It was the sort of night that resulted in clutched pearls and whodunnit mysteries. Clio didn't have any pearls, being a thirteen-year-old and a begrudging participant in the twenty-first century, but she had a locket that would have to do the trick. Her father's new wife, whom Clio liked more than she'd intended, had given it to her, and Clio found the oval pendant rather elegant. It contained a picture of her stepmom smiling at something off to the left, in the direction of the locket's flat, hinged edge. Clio turned it over in her palm absently.

Thunder cracked suddenly, and by the flash that followed Clio could be seen clutching her necklace in shock, or an approximation of it. She was of the sort that longed in secret for an adventure. If someone were to be murdered tonight, she could hardly complain (save the token protestations of a distressed heroine). She considered thoughtfully the character she'd most like to portray. The gumshoe detective was awfully exciting, but had minimal pearl-clutching opportunities; the damsel in distress was far more dramatic, but she had to be, Clio reflected, as she was terribly boring besides. The femme fatal was far more interesting, but Clio wasn't sure she had it in her. Deceit was never a strong suit of hers, not like stories were. Different sorts of non-truths, she reasoned. She couldn't put a finger on why, though she'd later suppose it was for the same reason she and her father didn't always agree on what constituted a joke. It would make family dinners somewhat tense when she was older.

"Well, I think it's high time we cut the cake!" Speak of the devil. The mention of cake snapped Clio from her reveries. "I know Clio will want some cake. Big eater, for a girl her age," he chuckled. Remember the jokes I was talking about? Yeah. Clio's face burned, but she would not let him get the better of her. She pressed her fingers together in a steeple, something she'd heard gave an air of authority, and forced unflinching eye contact with her father.

"Dibs on the first slice!" She smiled, eyes cold.

So, perhaps family dinners were tense already.

Dinner parties like these were even worse. Her father's work associates (not friends, never friends) tugged at their stiff collars and shifted uncomfortably in their seats. One man, she noticed with marked satisfaction, steepled his fingers in an envious mimicry of Clio's. Her smile grew a touch more genuine, though she didn't allow her eyes to soften. The power dynamic was ever-so-slightly off. It wasn't a big shift, just one joke falling flat, really, but with that flat the universe went just out of tune. Clio's father shrugged, touching the tip of the knife to the cake.

Then all was dark.

When the universe goes out of tune, a great many things may happen. The grass can go a funny shade of green, for example. One might discover that the guillotine was used in France as recently as 1977, which has no business being true. Or the power may go out, creating an opportunity for someone of nefarious intentions to become someone of nefarious actions.

Thunder crashed, a beat passed, and the lights came up again. Clio clutched her locket for good measure.

"Oh my god,"

"What happened?"

"I'll go get some bandages,"

It's strange, the way tragedy exposes people.

"Someone call 911!"

"Are you okay?"

"What's happening?"

Sitting at that austere dining room table moments before, you would have seen eight slimy businessmen and a child.

"Oh my god!"

"Somebody call 911!"

"I'm calling 911, I'm calling 911!"

Sitting at that dining table after the lights came back up, you would have seen nine human beings.

"Are you alright? No, no, of course not, sorry,"

"Hello, yes, my fr- my associate, he's-"

"Oh my god! "

They were a little rusty, some of them. They hadn't been human beings in quite some time, save Clio, and tension mounted as the room fell into chaos,

"What the hell is happening?"

and,

"My colleague, rather, he's- god! A man's been shot! He's been shot,"

and,

"What happened to the gun?"

Sirens. Strangers. Talking, so much talking. Everyone talked to each other, and then to the police, and then to each other again. Clio felt very small, and very tired.

Eventually, finally, she was alone. And she felt so alone, but solitude was all she could stand. She dragged herself to bed, and she did not sleep.

Chapter 1/?

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Yuletide recs, for fandoms A-M! I have just barely gotten this in before author reveals, and clearly still have half the alphabet to get through. Ah, well. First off, my own gift!! Water Lens Benjamin January, gen, 2.4k, Teen. “The good widow couldn't dump you in the fast section of the river, apparently,” January said. “It had to be the mud.” “If she'd only panicked five minutes earlier,” Rose agreed with a sigh. “We were on the bridge then – although given the state of that particular river I wouldn't necessarily put money on it being that much cleaner.” All my all favorite story tropes are here: bathing together and playing with hair and the OT3 and Rose doing science and there’s even a mystery to solve in here too! It is wonderful and I love it and everyone should give the mystery author more kudos. And here are my other favorites: so come home 12 Dancing Princesses fairy tale, gen, 21.5k, G. A detective is called to a space station to solve the mystery of whether--and how--twelve astronauts are accessing the surface of a forbidden planet. A very well-written sci-fi murder mystery, with great worldbuilding and characters. Recruits American Gods, Mr Wednesday and Mad Sweeney, 4.2k, G. The Norse god of battle and a mad Irish king walk into a bar. This is not a joke, my son: except in a sense, it is. They are Old Gods, it’s the New World, and the game must be kept going. Really great backstory on the gods in WWI. The Locust And I Awoke and Found Me Here on the Cold Hill's Side - James Tiptree Jr., 2.2k, Mature. Letter of Fr. Francisco Nadal to Fr. Bartolomeo Strozzi, 1588. The original short story is about the horrifying effects on humanity of alien sexuality; this fic translates it into Imperial Spain and makes the different cultural setting really work. Because everyone needs some terror on Christmas! And on the seventh... Aubrey-Maturin Series - Patrick O'Brian, Jack/Stephen, 11k, G. This decision might be considered the luckiest, as standing near Jack meant that Stephen was not alone in his fall overboard. Or it might be considered the unluckiest, as standing near Jack meant that Stephen was foremost in the splinters' path, when the ranging shot abruptly found its range. Desert island fic with H/C, angst, kissing in the ocean, and new species of birds. AKA, everything good in fic. And for that riches where is my deserving? Benjamin January mysteries, Ben/Rose/Hannibal, 1.8k, Teen. If Ben was honest with himself, he suspected that one day Hannibal might simply vanish from their lives. He desperately hoped that this was not the day. Delicious Hannibal whump plus the OT3! What more could anyone want out of the tiny fandom of my heart? Family Gathering Books of the Raksura, Moon-focused, 2.8k, G. After some of Jade and Moon's first clutch are confirmed to be Royal Aeriat, Pearl wants the fledgelings brought to her bower. Ember thinks Moon should be there too. Really adorable baby-fic, with some lovely Pearl characterization. Home Books of the Raksura, Consolation gen, 4.1k, G. It turned out that living like people instead of monsters required all sorts of skills and tools. Cleaning required soap, and some inkling of how to apply it. Consolation’s flight, having been raised by monsters, not people, had none of the requisite skills. This is the post-canon fic about how Consolation learns to be a person that was my greatest wish for Christmas, and it's everything I could have hoped for. Mordre, She Wroot Canterbury Tales, Wife of Bath-focused, 8k, G. At least one pilgrim will not make it to Canterbury. Yes, you ABSOLUTELY DO need the Wife of Bath solving murders in your life. Just trust me on this. Underworlds: The Life and Afterlife of Richard Upton Pickman Cthulhu mythos, gen, 3.7k, G. Explore the life, works and enduring influence of Richard Upton Pickman, a controversial artist of the early 20th century. This exhibition includes several paintings never before displayed in public, including all of Pickman's graphic, unsettling "horrors" currently remaining in North America. The Boston Globe called Underworlds "stomach-turning food for thought"— but decide for yourself! Young children may find Pickman's paintings frightening; parents are advised to consider carefully before allowing them to proceed. This program serves as a guide to the exhibit. Audio versions for your mobile phone are available at the Parrington museum website. Such a well-done pastiche of a museum guide to a series of horrifying paintings. What Is Begotten The Eagle of the Ninth, Marcus/Esca, 7.5k, Teen. Esca learns the Latin word by accident, from Stephanos of all people. Soul-mate. A soulmate AU with an absolutely lovely take on the canon. Of Devils and Other Fine Things Fallen London, The Wistful Deviless/Zee-Captain, 1.1k, G. Wooing a devil can only end in tears. Really fantastic interpretation of what a relationship with a devil really means. head above water Gattaca, Jerome-focused, 1.2k, G. “Do you know,” Jerome’s mother asks his coach, “how Jerome first started swimming? Did he ever tell you that story?” Absolutely wonderful backstory for Jerome. Suspect Gattaca, Anton Freeman-focused, 1.8k, G. Five things Anton thought upon seeing Vincent was a suspect for murder (and one thing he said). Lovely character study on a minor part of the movie, this feel so right. Attempt #534: The One With The Bees The Good Place, Chidi/Eleanor, 8k, Explicit. “Eleanor!” Chidi looks even more upset as he blurts out, “The universe doesn’t want us to have sex, okay?” Eleanor chokes. “I’m sorry, what?” In which Eleanor and Chidi repeatedly try – and fail – to have sex. Totally hilarious, and also hot. Care and Feeding of Your Janet The Good Place, Janet-focused, 1.2k, Teen. Please read this guide carefully before activating your Janet. So, so, so funny. Operation: Seduce Michael The Good Place, Michael/Everyone, 2.3k, Teen. If at first you don't succeed, send a different cockroach. Really hilarious fic about the plan to seduce Michael, with pitch-perfect character voices and humor just like the show's. so slip your hand inside of my glove The Handmaiden, Hideko/Sook-hee, 2.6k, Teen. Hideko lets Sook-hee teach her how to distinguish sapphire from spinel and obediently bites the gold Sook-hee brings back to her. Hideko and Sook-hee, after. A post-canon fic that is beautiful and just perfection. Who's Got Who The Hateful Eight, Chris Mannix/Marquis Warren, 6.7k, Explicit. Warren makes inventive use of Mannix's sheriff star. And, for that matter, inventive use of Mannix. He thinks that will be the end of it. You know, as much as love Hateful Eight, I never expected to begin shipping Mannix/Warren. What can I say but that this fandom has some damn good writers? And they know their porn; good lord this one is hot. As Ice in the Desert Historical RPF, Richard I "The Lionheart" of England/Saladin, 2.3k, Teen. Saladin visits Richard's sickbed with fruit, and a question in his eyes. Gorgeously written, really some of the most beautiful descriptions I've read in quite a while. Two people on the opposite sides of the Crusades in a moment of peace. all the nameless that keeps us rising despite IT, Stan/Richie/Beverly, 4k, Teen. When Stan went over to Richie’s house after dinner to tutor him for their math test tomorrow he thought he knew exactly what he was signing up for. Beautiful depiction of loss and love and a game of spin-the-bottle. Epilogue Jane Eyre, Jane-focused, 3.4k, Mature. Not everything, Jane learns early on, is real. Deeply creepy alternative interpretation of the canon. I love this possibility. How Else Would Sailing Ships Ever Have Navigated? Jeeves, Madeline Bassett/Honoria Glossop, 2.3k, G. “Do you think,” Madeline said to Honoria as the more impressive parts of nature gradually crept up upon them, “that all daffodils are the daughters of sunlight?” Absolutely adorable fic for some minor characters with a pitch-perfect tone for the canon. the worlds that spin beyond our atmosphere Jupiter Ascending, Jupiter/Caine, 7.8k, Teen. When Jupiter woke up, there was a small metal sphere on the pillow beside her. She blinked at it, because it certainly had not been there when she had gone to bed the night before. Then Aunt Nino began to stir and grumble as she too woke up and Jupiter snatched up the sphere, lobbing it hastily into her half-packed suitcase on her way to go and make the coffee. In which Jupiter is propositioned by a space travel agency (but fancier!) and introduces Caine to her family. Gorgeous worldbuilding and wonderful expansion of the canon. I love the descriptions of other planets in here. Damsel King Arthur (2017), Arthur/The Mage, 3k, Teen. In which there's a girl, a dragon, and a castle, and Arthur resolves not to let the truth get in the way of a good story. Totally hilarious and a great fit with the canon. Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd Kushiel's Legacy, Phedre/Joscelin, 1.9k, Explicit. There are few things Phedre has never done. There's one she's never done with Joscelin. Wonderful hot and sweet fic. Het anal, which is rare to see in fanfiction, but so very well-done here. Midwinter Queen The Lion in Winter, Henry/Eleanor, 1.6k, G. Christmas at Chinon, 1183. Conversation gambits keep the Christmas fires burning. Cynical and regretful and funny and heavy, this story does a better job of capturing the voice of the canon than almost any I've read. By Degrees Mansfield Park, Mary Crawford/Fanny Price, 16.6k, Mature. Her conscience had been disturbed, and she could no longer dislike Mary Crawford enough to be safe from her, if such a thing had ever been possible at all. Really excellent slow-burn for one of my favorite Austen ships, and the Fanny characterization is just ideal. Canada Gold Mean Girls, Regina George/Janis Ian, 3.9k, Teen. Regina joined the CIA to catch bad guys. Unfortunately, this time, that meant she had to work with Janis. Yeah, so it turns out that the thing that's been missing from my life is Mean Girls f/f rival spies future-fic. I am so, so glad that this story exists because it's amazing.

#yuletide #benjamin january #books of the raksura #Hateful Eight #the good place #fic recs #also this is what I've been doing all week haven't read a word of my actual books

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webwingalpha · 6 years

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So I bought a new dragon recently, and repurposed another one.

Phoerina is the first one, the one I repurposed~ She was originally my dragon Robin, who I plan on finding a replacement for later, once we get more space and all. Had to buy her a PC scroll xD

Usi is the new boy, bought from a pair I’ve been wanting a kid from for a while since.... lore ideas.

Phoerina-

+ Is likely a part of a faction centered somewhere else, with branches all over Sornieth, known as the House of Roses (created and managed by a friend of mine). She’s a consort of sorts who does some seducing on the side.

+ Close friends with Esvora and Aldhess, who also work for/with the same place.

+ The accent is all tattoos and jewelry

+ Despite being a Shadow dragon, she’s warmer than usual to the touch.

+ An excellent mage, just like her two close friends.

Usi-

+ As with all his parents’ children, he was abandoned and lost his pearl.

+ Was found by Kero (who was not impressed at what his mom did. She swears she will kick her ass if she ever meets her), who gave him to Xabat to raise.

+ He adores his adoptive mother, and lives with her even after he stops being a child and all.

+ Also close friends with Tallis who works with Xabat.

+ Will be mates with Laicien.

+ Will also eventually stop using his birthname due to the connection with his mother, and will start calling himself Darren.

+ Also ends up working at the main Cafe of the Empire’s part-time.

+ Carries around a “fake pearl” to store memories in. It was originally a fire opal he was given that eventually gets built up to be a small, golden pearl. It’s not the same, but he’s glad to still be able to store memories.

+ Will hopefully at least eventually be reunited with his clutch brother

@yuushanoah-fr

#The Great Iron-Forged Empire #l: Phoerina #l: Usi #l: Darren #lore post!#I'm still really glad to have one of Betu's kids omg

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markhor-fr · 7 years

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A Walk in Darkness (Part 1)

@silverspun-fr @fr-lutielle

Conrad had set out months ago to find Irene, afraid she had been swallowed up by some terrible fate. The resistance he met when he found her new clan did nothing to allay his suspicions.

He had been rudely greeted by their border patrol and removed of his weapon before he was allowed to enter. Now, after a long wait he was given an audience with a grizzled old pearlcatcher whose pearl had been formed into a heavy mace, a young female pearlcatcher with a windchime hanging from one ear, and an enormous black imperial. He was flanked by two large wildclaws, and off to his left, parallel to the young female pearlcatcher was a heavily robed skydancer with his sleeves rolled up.

The imperial was the very image of suspicion, but the grizzled pearlcatcher was the one in charge, and he was far more relaxed.

“Please explain to me how you know Irene and why exactly you are here,” the pearlcatcher asked him.

The question was spoken in such a way that Conrad felt inclined to answer him, rather than continue his more aggressive arguing.

“I am from a small whale hunting clan in the Southern Icefield. Some seasons ago I was lost at sea and washed up on the shores of the Starfall Isles. Irene was the one who found me and convinced her clan to nurse me back to health and send me home. During that time we became close and I told her I would seek to come and visit her. We traded letters for some time, until suddenly the letters stopped, save for one from her old caretaker saying she had moved to another clan.

They refused to tell me exactly where she had gone, only that she was. They had never thought all that much of her, so I was concerned for her well being. I scoured her letters again for clues of where she may have gone. I ran across a reference to your Everlasting Circle and their willingness to train battle mages.

Rather than being comforted I was naturally very distressed at the thought of her being sent out to battle and traveled as swiftly as I could to find her,” he explained to the pearlcatcher. The pearlcatcher nodded in understanding. Conrad noticed movement out of his left eye as he told his story. The skydancer was making hand motions to the female pearlcatcher as he spoke.

“That is a very noble reason to come calling. We will speak with Irene and verify your story. You must understand that we are very protective of our members, especially the more vulnerable ones, such as Irene. So we must be sure that you really are who you say you are. Can you give us something to help her verify your identity?” the pearlcatcher asked. Conrad had no trinkets and Irene’s blindness made using his appearance cumbersome.

“My name is Conrad, but Irene always called me “Kurdie”. And if that is not enough, I explained to her that the strange sound she loved so much was the clattering of pigeon wings,” he said, voice rising from a hesitant confession to a passionate declaration.

A glance from the old pearlcatcher sent the female and skydancer out of the room.

“They will speak with Irene. If she verifies your story, she will be brought to see you. If not, you will be sent away and if you try to return, you will not get as far,” the imperial warned him on behalf of his leader.

Conrad sat in brooding silence for what seemed like an eternity. If he had been a fighter no doubt he would have been hatching an escape plan, but he was not and these dragons all were. He had been told more than once that he was bold to the point of foolishness, but he had not believed it until now. His pensive brooding was shattered by a hesitant call.

“Kurdie?” came the familiar voice. He looked up and saw Irene being assisted into the room, her smaller, three fingered arms clutching at her cloak like they always did when she was nervous.

“Irene!” Conrad rose to his feet, but checked when he remembered his guards. They stepped aside wordlessly and he ran over to her. “Irene,” he said again as he approached her, warning her of his approach. She looked very well cared for, happier than she had been when he last saw her.

He took her hands, guiding one up to his face. As she stroked his face, her own lit up in recognition. Her smaller hands dropped her cloak and instead pressed against his chest in a gesture of joy.

“It is you!” she cried.

“Yes, yes it is. I came to find you when your old clan wouldn’t tell me what happened to you. I was worried they had sent you somewhere terrible,”he whispered, holding her tightly.

“They must have burned my last letter, and refusing to tell you the truth on top of it. I sent my first letter from here only a short while ago, it must have arrived after you left your home,” Irene considered.

“I am glad to find you in good health, do you like it here?”

“Oh yes. They treat me very well and are trying to figure out how I can pursue my dream of becoming a battle mage. I refuse to let them lower the standards for me,” she bubbled happily.

“I do worry a bit about that, I will admit,” Conrad said.

“Don’t. We won’t put her in any situation she can’t handle,” her guide said to him.

“Oh, this is Dyad,” Irene introduced Conrad to the female Guardian, “she helps me with anything I need.”

“Not that she needs much help,” Dyad commented.

“I’m grateful that you look after her so well,” Conrad thanked Dyad. Dyad inclined her head in response, but said nothing else.

“The real question though, is are you going to stay here?” Irene asked him. Conrad had not really considered the possibility that Irene would be happy where he found her. His head been so filled with visions of terrible fates and fear for her well being he had not thought about what he would do if he found her well. But he did not need to think about his answer.

“If they will let me, I will stay.”

#flightrising #flight rising #clan lore #Clan of the Roaring Pines #Irene #Conrad #Barume #Horace #Rei #Seizan #Dyad

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arb0k · 7 years

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so here’s the very first thing I ever wrote for FR! a good... two and a half years ago, wow. it’s hella outdated and its age makes me cringe, but I’m cleaning up bios and I need to host it somewhere, so here it is in all its unedited glory.

In which the young Prince Raiden meets his soon-to-be bride, and a Queen is not born but made.

She’s larger than him. Not by much, it’s true, but he eyes the wicked curve of her Greatclaw with apprehension and wishes he still had a Pearl to clutch to his chest. He looks at her, up and over the distinctive markings on her hind legs, to the vibrant circuitry on her wings that they both share, then across to her face. Her eyes. There’s something primal and dangerous in her gaze and he can’t hold it for long, instead glancing off to the side and pulling his mane of feathers backward in an expression of bored disinterest. It’s well within his rights- she is Unnamed, while he’s had Raiden branded on his soul since the day he emerged from the egg- but though his gesture ought to be taken as haughty derision it feels like she sees right through him, straight to that hidden part which trembles in fear. Her gaze sears into the back of his neck, and it feels… amused. He does not shiver, but it is a near thing. One of the lab techs comes for her then- a Spiral, coal-dark and shimmering- and his future mate stalks after her. He holds his regal posture, knows far better than to let down his guard even when it seems no one is watching, but something dark and knotted in his chest relaxes. He knows of the procedure she is to undergo, having endured it himself some time ago, but… Well, he’d become a Coatl, proud and lovely and, most importantly, known. When the Glitch had come darting in screeching about a new species they had frightened half the clan, and he couldn’t help but think that fear was probably for good reason. “This one can hear you thinking.” He’s been getting better at this dignity thing, he has, but for Stormcatcher’s sake. He nearly takes flight when the Glitch appears behind him, and he just knows that his feathers are ruffled like some frightened hatchling. He swears that the golem looks amused. “Do you find your intended pleasing.” There’s the flare of fins that indicates a question, and though Raiden thinks it probably isn’t meant in jest it’s difficult to tell. It’s infuriating, how the Fae could mock him all day and he’d never know. “Ah. Yes? Yes.” He isn’t sure if he sounded right, or if it was even the right answer, but apparently the Glitch finds it acceptable because they nod once and flutter off into the lab. Right… Well, he certainly isn’t going to follow.

***

No one emerges from the lab until nearly sundown; the Spiral is almost moving at a normal pace and must be exhausted, while the Glitch appears distinctly smug. Raiden’s long since regained his composure, and this time is prepared to stand tall, poker face perfectly in place. And the creature that emerges is… lovely, honestly. Roughly the same size, but lacking all the square angles and brutality. Leathery, like an incredibly small, elegant Ridgeback. The tension starts to drain from his body, and his feathers perk up in interest. He’d been afraid that the newly emerged denizens of the Tangled Wood would be slimey and strange, but she’s actually… She’s… She turns and stares directly into his eyes, and what he sees there makes him wilt immediately, his every instinct screaming at him to flee. Those eyes are filled with power-hungry ambition, mixed with an almost sadistic delight. He physically recoils; the Glitch makes a strange rasping noise, the awkward clunk of a slipped gear, and if he was paying intention he might interpret it as choked off laughter. As it is, he’s too busy trying not to fall over. "Isn’t she lovely.” There’s the rustling sound of shifting wings, but he’s too pinned by her gaze to turn his head and look. “She will be Elysia.” That’s enough to startle him out of it. Well respected dragons could go years without being named; for a newcomer to earn one so quickly, the Glitch must be very pleased indeed. He gapes at the golem dumbly. "She will be your new queen. Have fun.” And the Fae is gone, leaving him with nothing to do but turn in the direction of his new mate and stammer, all his lessons in proper speech failing him. “I, ah, right, do we just… I’m Raiden?” “I know,” she says, and it’s no longer a growl but a velvety purr, and all the more terrifying because of it. “I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this.” And she laughs, and laughs, and laughs.

#the spiral mentioned here is Andromeda. she was exalted a good two years ago if that's any indication...#i still find the writing a little cringeworthy but i don't want to delete it so xD uhhh sorry #(it's been in Elysia's bio forever but who even reads those xD)#zero's lore #zero's stories #elysia.c #raiden.c #glitch.c

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