#wow my kei is so rusty

[krisdreaming]

a little birdie told me you wanted fall themed fic ideas, so here I am!!

I feel like a cute fall themed idea is a coffee date and then a walk through the local park where you admire the colors of the leaves!!

And turns out the day is quite windy, but the reader didn't bring their jacket, so the character gives them their own jacket so the reader won't be cold😭😭❤❤

Is it kinda basic? Yeah, but I feel like you could make this into something really cute

Thank you for believing in me, because I actually came up with a pretty cute idea for this :')

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x gn!reader

WC: 769

A/N: In Japan around this time of year, they celebrate Tsukimi, aka the moon viewing festival. I really love the idea of it, and so the idea to incorporate it into a fic popped into my head! And of course, who better to write it for than our own Tsukki?? The play on words is, of course, that Tukishima's family name contains the character for the moon (Tsuki).

"Look at this!" The poster just catches your eye as you're leaving the coffee shop. It's advertising a Tsukimi event at the nearby park, and it's this evening. "This month has gone by so fast, I almost forgot that it's Tsukimi already!"

Kei leans in to get a closer look at the poster and merely hums in acknowledgement. You tug on his hand. "C'mon, why don't we go? It's only a few blocks away, and it's such a perfect evening." You gesture up at the clear sky, already in its full sunset glory.

"You sure?" He raises an eyebrow. "You don't even have your coat," He points out, and you shrug your shoulders in your t-shirt.

"It's not even cold today! Don't try to make excuses just so you can be a stick in the mud." You pause, donning your best pleading look. "Please?"

He sighs, but his grip on your hand tightens. "Well, alright," He agrees, and you grin. "Only because you said please."

You laugh softly. "Thanks, Kei." You swing your linked hands lightly between you. The walk to the park isn't far. When you get there, you find it strung with soft lights, and a few small food and drink stands are giving off delightful smells.

"I guess you want some dango?" He gestures to the nearby stall, and you nod quickly. It wouldn't be Tsukimi without dango. With your snack acquired, you soon make your way to one of the benches set up throughout the park. You have a clear view of the sky once seated, and you look up into the darkening twilight.

"How soon do you think the moon's going to rise?" You ask, glancing at your boyfriend.

He shrugs. "How should I know?" He slides his arm around your shoulders, and you gladly settle in closer to him. Now that the sun is gone, the warm autumn day is turning into a cool autumn night. You try not to shiver in the cool breeze, not wanting to prove him right about the jacket.

You try to keep up a conversation, but it isn't long before you're clenching your teeth to keep them from chattering. "You're not cold, are you?" Kei asks with a smirk, and you shake your head stubbornly.

"I'm fine." You force out.

"Sure," He says, pulling his arm away and letting even more cool air against your skin. You can't help hugging your arms around yourself. Before you can react, he shrugs out of the jacket he's wearing and drapes it across your shoulders with a click of his teeth.

"I don't want you to be cold," You mumble even as you pull the jacket tighter around you, relishing the body heat still clinging to the fabric.

"It's not even cold today," He mimics your earlier words in a squeaky voice, and you immediately punch his shoulder.

"You're so mean to me!"

"Only because you deserve it," He shoots back, sliding his arm around you again and giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze when you pout. His fingertips skim your arm through the fabric of his jacket, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

Soon enough, the moon does make its appearance, and you lift your head to look up at it more fully. The autumn moon really does look larger than normal, and seems to shine just a little bit brighter through the crisp night air.

Eventually, you can't help it. You shift your gaze from the moon in the sky to the man beside you. The moonlight softens his features, and your eyes trace the curve of his nose. You feel warmth swelling in your middle the longer you look at him, taking a few moments to memorize his moonlit face in this moment.

"What are you doing?" He finally turns to you, as if sensing your gaze on him.

"Viewing the moon," You answer nonchalantly with the beginnings of a cheeky smile. He rolls his eyes.

"I was wondering how long it was going to take," He sighs at your joke, his exasperated look almost strong enough to disguise the soft smile quirking at the corners of his lips.

"What?" You ask innocently, and reach to sandwich his face between your palms. "You're my moon, Kei."

"You're insufferable," He replies softly, but he closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. His fingers soon come up to cup your face, and he deepens the kiss.

"But you love me anyway?" You ask when he finally pulls away.

"Yeah," He says in a low voice, thumb grazing your cheek. "Unfortunately."

#wow my kei is so rusty #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei

[seenoversundown]

Sparrow Of the Dawn : Chapter 1

Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Warnings: Alcohol / Mentions of drinking, brotherly banter, dark humor/mentions of death (if you squint), otherwise silly boys being boys.

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary : Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor.

Authors Note: AHHHHH I can’t wait for everybody to read and I hope you all love it as much as I do!! I’m so excited and nervous, feels like I’m waiting for the midnight premiere of Deathly Hallows (part 2) all over again 🥹😭💜

Flower Power - Greta Van Fleet “She’s a sparrow of the dawn, our love is born”

“Oh, HEY,” Jake says sarcastically the second he opens the front door, “Nice of you to show up, Jackass,” huffing out a laugh as he shuts the door behind me. The scuffed-up cherry wood floor creaks under the weight of our feet as I follow him over to where he had been organizing new stock behind the bar. 

“Right.. aaand where’s my paycheck again?” I retort, sliding onto my regular spot and dropping my camera bag next to me. The spot in the dead center of the bar has been claimed as mine since before Jake even opened, the stool now complete with my etched initials SFK under the cushion. 

“Time is money, brother, and I lend you mine for free, so you get me when I’m free. Which apparently to you means 9 a.m.?” I say, clasping my hands on the bartop, “So please, tell me what is so important that I needed to be here so early.” He sourly smirks back at me.

“Yeah, yeah. I have a few new ones in for you to shoot, and I’d like to get it done before we get busy today.” He picks up his clipboard, eyeing his stock list.

 “We finally got the pomegranate Downeast released last month that was on backorder, as well as the pear and the guava passion fruit. Then we have ‘Reciprocal’ from Bissell Bros here in Portland, and ‘Interchangeable #7’ from Blaze Brewing in Biddo. I’d really like to get the blaze shot for our ads because it has the most interesting can art. But, ya know, I trust you.” He reads off.

A year ago, Jake, my older brother, bought this bar located right here in the heart of the Old Port. Back in his senior year of high school he got really into “Black Sails”, this pirate TV show; he practically made it his personality. Naturally, he decided he wanted to run a bar for the rest of his life, so when old man Chuck decided to retire, Jake jumped at the opportunity to purchase it. “Caravel Tavern” has only been open for 6 months and It's been his baby ever since. 

“Wow, Jake Kiszka putting trust in ME? Are you feeling okay?” I feign shock grabbing at my heart.

“Just get it done, you idiot,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Alright, alright,” I say, glancing over the options. “Give me like an hour. I have an idea that might work. I need to head to the farmer’s market in town, but I can have the best shots edited and emailed to you tomorrow, and then we can pick the best ones for print.” I grab my bag, digging around for my car keys. “Hey, when is Josh in today? I’d like to get some shots of you guys pouring drinks for the website and Instagram for Josh’s intro post.”

“He should be here by the time you’re done with everything. That is if he’s on time. But let's be realistic, when is a Kiszka ever on time?” He replies as he breaks down boxes with a box cutter. 

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I take a right onto the gravel that’s set behind the farmers market, my rusty 92’ Ford F-150 rattling as I park. I hope to god it’s just a heat shield making that noise. I cannot afford another repair on Edith. She may be an old crotchety bitch, but she has my whole heart. Well, right behind Penelope, my Bernese mountain dog, Penny girl will always be my number one.

Ding 

I put her in park and shove my hand into my backpack blindly searching for the source of the text tone. Finally finding my phone Tweedle Dum🦞 appears on the screen.. I let out a giggle. 

We’re running a special on whiskey sours tonight pick up some eggs, princess.

I switch Jake and Josh’s contact name back and forth between tweedle dee and tweedle dum mainly to keep them on their toes, but I’d be lying if I said tweedle dum isn’t just whoever has pissed me off or been dubbed the biggest dumbass that week. The emojis always stay the same so I can keep them actually straight though. 

You got it, boss, I send back to Jake, winning the title this week for making me wake up at the ass crack of 9am. Which absolutely is early for me. 

Gathering my things, I step out of my truck, immediately being hit with a cold gust of wind, the air causing my eyes to water slightly. I brush away a tear forming in my eye before it threatens to fall down my cheek. For it being the end of March the air is crispier than normal. I pause a moment too long, and a shiver runs through my body. I zip my jacket up a little higher, trying to preserve my body heat. Making sure I have my mesh bag with me, I shut my door and head over to the booths. 

I make a beeline for Linda, a sweet older woman who is here every week selling chicken eggs, various fruits from her garden, and some knick-knack crafts she makes. I have about seven bowl koozies, though I’m not sure I even own as many bowls considering it’s just me, but they are really good for ramen and ice cream. Which I do not eat together. Jake and Josh live in the apartment above the bar, so when I moved back after college, I got an apartment a couple roads away to stay close. 

Our parents moved out of our small hometown, which sits just on the other side of Portland. Padded off to Apple Valley, Georgia trying to settle into a warmer climate or something. They bought a house big enough for just the two of them and a guest room on an acre of land, “just in case any of you boys come to visit” Mom said. In all honesty, Apple Valley is just the same town, different state. They always said they didn’t like the city because it was too big, which is funny to me after spending the last four years in Boston. Everything here seems much smaller now.

“Morning Linda!” I smile and wave at her.

“Oh, Samuel. You’re up early this week. How are you doing, Sweetheart? How’s my Daniel?” She flashes me a warm smile. She’s also Daniel’s biggest fan. Pretty sure she only comes into the bar to see him, even though I met her first. But what can I say? I’m apparently an excellent matchmaker; we just won't mention the fact that she's 72.

I chuckle, “I’m just out running some errands for Jake. I’m on call today, apparently. Daniel’s good though! He misses you, ya know.” I finish flashing her a wink.

She lets out a high-pitched laugh, “I’ll be down to visit with Miss Eleanor. You tell him not to worry.” She raises an eyebrow and smirks at me, “Anyway, what can I get ya my dear?”

“Think two dozen will do it for today.” I hand her a crumpled ten-dollar bill in exchange, “Keep the change, Lin. I’ll see you at the bar or next Saturday, whichever comes first.” I set the eggs carefully in my tote and head toward my next stop, the flower truck.

The beer I’m photographing for the bar has a brightly colored logo in a style reminiscent of comic book art. A bold red can with yellow, blue, and purple adorning the signature name. My idea is to use a bouquet of different flowers to accent the colors and make the can pop. 

I scan through the metal buckets, trying to mentally piece together an arrangement without disturbing the flowers too much. They are far too delicate to be pulling and yanking on them just to try them out for size. Some of the people here, like Linda, make their living posting up every Saturday. 

I reach for a bundle of forget-me-nots, settling on those along with the last of the remaining Irises, a few red Dahlias, Daffodils, and Butterfly Milkweed. Taking a step back slightly away from the displays, I start to rearrange the bouquet to my liking. Extending my arms out in front of me, and changing my angle to make sure I like how the flowers look together. Just as I decide that, yes, these will do for what their intended purpose is, I feel someone aggressively poking my bicep. 

I turn toward the person attached to the finger. Not going to lie; I’m a bit impressed by the force of it, considering I’m wearing a sweater under my quilted jacket, and the woman who’s doing the poking is standing at about 5 foot nothing and looks like a swift breeze might carry her away. I blink slowly at her a few times and raise my eyebrows waiting expectedly.

“Did someone die, or did you just fuck up like, wicked bad?” the snark heavily laden on her tone. 

I close my eyes and let out a long breath, “Uhm, it’s uhh –” I stutter a bit, really trying to play it up, “My grandma died last week, actually. Did you know her? Her name was Althea.” I gaze down at my shoes and drop my head a bit, taking a moment before I attempt to look for her reaction through my eyelashes. If I held my breath long enough, I might just be able to work up a tear. Would that be too dramatic? .. maybe.

“Oh.. uh. No, I didn’t. I’m sor–” Regret immediately paints her face.

“I’m fucking with you.” I let out a small laugh

“What?” her eyes narrow at me, trying to figure out if I’m lying or telling the truth.

“I’m joking, my grandma is fine. Are you okay? Or is it a normal occurrence for you to ask a complete stranger if they’re mourning a dead relative?" Amusement settles on my face.

She lets out an audible groan. Why is she so angry? She tugs down at the sides of her short floral dress and waves a hand out toward my arrangement. 

“Why on earth do you need every single purple flower!?” She exclaims, “And who jokes about their grandma dying?” stamping her beaten-up Doc Marten into the patchy grass. She actually stomped her foot at me. What are we twelve?

I roll my eyes and attempt to alleviate the situation, “Bachelor Buttons.” 

I have work to do and absolutely do not need an attitude from a complete stranger, even if she is cute. I have brothers for that purpose, and they do their jobs well enough.

 “They’re mostly purple but with a bit of blue. They symbolize love if you’re trying to give them to someone important.” I scratch the back of my head and briefly hope she says she’s not. I immediately throw the thought away with a shake of my head. Nope, not opening that door.

“I don’t need Bachelor Buttons.” 

“.. ookaay. You could always d –” 

“I need Irises.” She says, cutting me off, “Specifically. Okay? And I’m fine, but if I can't find irises today because of you count *poke* your *poke* days!” she ends her sentiment with a final sharp poke to my chest and storms away. God damn, her finger is like a tiny dagger.

Listen, growing up without any sisters means I don’t know much about women, but what I do know .. is definitely never believe one when they say they’re fine. 

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As I walk through the door of Caravel Tavern for the second time today, I call out, “Okay, Jake, I’m back with your eggs, Asshole. Where are you?”

I set my camera bag and the eggs down and lean over the counter, checking to see if he’s kneeling behind the bar top.

 “.. Jake?” I look side to side. Where the hell is he? It’s the middle of the day, not nearly early enough for lunch.. Not like the guy takes a break anyway. 

“JAKE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” I yell through my cupped hands. The sound echoes through the empty space.

He comes running from the back room, a panic written on his face. “Jesus Christ, Sam, what?”

“Got your eggs.” grinning wildly at him. I swear I'm actually his favorite brother. 

“Well, thanks, Samuel, for being useful for one thing today.” He says, before changing his tone, “You okay? You look a bit tense?”

“Yeah,” absentmindedly, my hand drifts to my shoulder, rubbing at the area where angry-flower-girl poked me earlier. “Actually, you’ll never believe what happened to me at the farmers market.”

He’s not looking at me when he hums his response, just putting the eggs in the mini fridge next to the ice well. I slide the second carton over to him.

“I ran into this girl, actually, she ran into me rather. I was picking out the bouquet arrangement for the photos I want to take and she sorta.. Came at me poking?”

He slowly stands and looks at me, his brow furrowed a bit. “She.. came at you?” He pauses. “Poking?”

“Poking,” I point to my shoulder in disbelief.

“Okay, and what did this poking girl want?”

“To yell at me for taking all the irises. I tried to do the gentlemanly thing and suggest an alternative, but she poked me some more and stomped off. She was hot as hell even if she was a bit psychotic.” 

“Well, why did you take all the irises? You also could have taken the other- wait, “ Jake pauses, turning to face me head-on. He sets the empty carton on the counter, “No, whatever you’re thinking about, cut it out,” He points at me, “Did you forget about the last ‘cute but insane’ girl?” 

“Hey, she wasn’t that bad! AND she was really hot?!” both hands raised.

“Sam, she cracked your windshield” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Just as I’m about to further protest, “Cracked windshield? We’re not talking about ‘the Bride of Chucky’ are we?” Josh says

“Oh, come on guys, you can say her name. And again.. She wasn't that bad.”

“No, every time you say her name she comes back like Voldemort, and none of us need that shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your ass clocked in so I get your headshots done, and you can get to work lest Jake have a stroke.” I lean toward Josh and whisper, “You’re already late.”

“When isn’t he late?” Jake sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Well,” Josh claps his hands together, “it is clearly time for my close-up. Sammy, let’s get this shit fest over with.”  

Oh, Josh, ever the dramatic brother.

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I don’t spend a ton of time taking Josh’s photos, grateful that he isn’t afraid of the camera. I barely have to direct him, which makes my life that much easier. If he could work on just not being a pain in the ass the rest of the time, that’d be great. 

A few goodbyes later, and I’m finally off to edit. Putting all my things into the passenger seat and giving my truck some words of encouragement, the engine turns over. Thank fucking god. I live fairly close to the bar, so I decide to not bother with the radio and just listen to whatever comes my way. 

Still thinking about the poking girl, mostly because my chest was sore. I didn’t expect to be stabbed today. I do hope she found her Irises…  

‘Now I don’t hardly know her, but I think I could love her,’

I turn the volume up on the radio, hoping it’ll help me focus on driving and not thinking about her.  

I make it back home, throwing the truck in park and hustling up to my apartment. I’m quickly greeted by my bundle of joy. I set all my things out to edit on the counter and take care of Miss P before I start working.

Taking a walk is probably what I needed to do anyway. 

I got Penelope right after I graduated and moved back up here. Being used to a house full of people to just living alone was.. well, lonely. I think I lasted only a few months living alone before I gave in and went to find a pet. The twins suggested a cat because they’re fairly low maintenance, and their plan was to get a couple cats once their lives settled a bit. Settled ended up being right around when Jake bought the bar, I would hardly call that settled, but it worked out for them. Me on the other hand, I’m more of a dog person. As soon as I saw Penny, I knew she’d be my adventure buddy, coming with me on my walks and hikes and photography trips. It’s definitely easier with a dog, despite what Josh says about how easy it is to train a cat with a harness to adventure with you.

Once she is settled in after our walk, I sit down to edit for a while. Pulling up the photos of Josh, something seems off. Why are half of these out of focus? I think to myself, scrolling through the options. If he could have just stopped talking for two seconds, this one would have looked good.  The longer I scroll through the options, the more annoyed I get. Why did she poke me so fucking hard? Finding myself rubbing the spot on my chest, I force myself to get up for a minute. Maybe I just need to walk around. Wandering into my bathroom, I pull the collar of my shirt down to see the spot, if it doesn’t actually bruise, I’ll be SHOCKED.  

Sitting back down, I take one look at the photo I've been trying to salvage, letting out a sigh. This is awful. 

Me: hey I’m not super happy with how Josh’s pics came out.. Do you care if I just borrow him in the morning to get some new ones? 

Me: Not at 6am tho-  it’ll be Sunday, The Lord’s day, and he would want me to get my beauty rest. 

Tweedle Dum🦞: lol that’s fine bud 

Me: I may come back for a drink tho. Shit has me STRESSED.

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“God, Sam, don’t you ever leave?” Josh calls from behind the bar. 

“You’d think I was tired of looking at your ugly mug all day, but guess not.” My lips wind into a tight smile. “Can I actually get a drink? I’m annoyed as fuck that I hate all the pictures I took today, and a drink sounds like the perfect remedy.” 

“Turning to alcohol to solve your problems, hmm?”

“Shhhhh,” I wave my hands in front of me. “Can I get a Clover Club, maybe? In a whiskey glass.. No garnish. I don’t wanna look like a little bitch.” I groan 

“Let your freak flag fly, brother,” spinning away to go make my drink and tend to the other patrons seated down the bar top. 

This drink really better do the trick so I can relax for five minutes. Honestly, the pressure I put on myself to make sure I do well for Jake’s pride and joy, along with trying to find my own way with a full-time job is a little exhausting. It’s hard knowing that Caravel is his baby; he really doesn’t have much else going on. I swear if he got laid, he’d be a hell of a lot less uptight about it, but I digress. I don’t totally feel like I’m the most reliable person, but I try to make sure he can count on me and I don’t contribute to his stress. Ya know, he’s my brother, and I want him to be as proud of me as I am of him for doing what he loves so much. I don’t think I tell him enough how proud I really am of him. He’s someone I look to for inspiration for trying to pave my own way. I’d never tell him that though, because he’d probably think I was yanking his chain or something. I have a job trial-type thing down in Boston later this week, and I’m really hoping it turns out to be something good. I could use something good right now.

Josh interrupts my thoughts, setting my drink down, “Just how you asked for it in a cocktail glass with extra garnish.”

I sigh audibly, “Ya know, I don’t even care. Gimme it.” I gulp it down in nearly one go. Josh looks surprised at me. Whether it’s because of my eagerness or because he knows I’m terrible at holding my alcohol, I’m not sure. I don’t care. 

“One more.” I close my eyes, waiting for the gin to work its magic on me. Feeling my muscles relax bit by bit, my brow finally straightens out, and I sink down against the wall closest to my seat. I sigh audibly again, though this time it’s one of relief.

The longer I sit here, the more people are trickling in. Sipping on my drink this time, I notice people in all sorts of outfits looking vaguely like anime characters. Gathering in little cliques of friend groups, a few interesting folk bouncing from table to table. I can't tell if time is moving incredibly fast or if the alcohol has made me move slower, but suddenly, I have the realization that it’s packed in here. Since opening, they’ve been able to handle everything behind the bar, just the two of them, with Daniel manning the door, but I don’t think they’re equipped to handle whatever event these people are overflowing from. 

I swig back the last sip of my drink, grab my glass, and make my way to the back room. I toss the raspberry garnish before setting the glass in the sink to be washed. Grabbing the ice bucket, I start to fill it to make sure the front is stocked for them; ice is usually always the first thing to go. I lug the full bucket back behind the bar, and refill the ice well. 

“Thanks, Sammy. Hey,  would you mind bussing some of the tables and asking the people with tabs if they need any refills, please? I’ll make sure I put you on the payroll for the night,” Jake asks, eyes pleading and desperate for help. And really, who am I to say no to him?

“Of course I can. I’ve got nothing else better to do anyway.” I start to reach for a tray. 

“Thanks. I mean it.” he says, squeezing my shoulder, “I forgot PortCon was happening, and we’re close to one of the hotels.” He explains before returning to the drink he's making. 

That explains the costumes. I do my rounds checking to make sure everyone seated in the booths are okay, grabbing the empty drinks out of their way, making light conversation when I can. I bring a tray of glasses, napkins, and various random trash items back behind the bar and set them in the bin next to Jake. Just as I go to take another trip, my eyes catch the door. Of course. Of course, this would happen to me. I can’t have a single day go smoothly if my life depended on it. Good God, someone is out to get me, I swear. 

“Fuck me,” I say out loud. 

“Who is that?” Jake says to me as he’s working on his current drink order. 

“The angry-flower-girl with the dagger fingers,” I pause, looking at the dude standing next to her, “annnd her date.”

“Oh shit.”

Crimson and Clover - Tommy James and the Shondells

“Now I don't hardly know her But I think I could love her Crimson and clover”

<- Prologue Chapter Two ->

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[dreamy625]

Overture and beginners - chapter 4

< Chapter 3

Words: 2852 (I still cannot write short chapters)

Content: Is it still called smut when it’s intrinsic to the plot? And if you’re incapable of writing sensuous prose and end up with something a little awkward? Anyway, there’s some of whatever it is

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“Wow, I don’t envy poor Rick having to carry his drums up and down these stairs.”

“Amps and speakers aren’t a whole bunch of fun either. We thought about trying to put in some kind of pulley system, but the risk of dropping something you’d spent months saving for was too scary.”

They got to the top of the second flight of steep, narrow steps and Steve put his key into the rusty lock and jiggled it until it turned and he could push open the door. It was almost as cold inside as outside and the first thing he did was switch on the two electric heaters. 

Katie looked around at the mishmash of old furniture, threadbare rugs, band posters, and a drum riser apparently built from packing crates nailed together. “Aw, you made yourselves a little clubhouse,” she teased.

“I’ll have you know we are serious musicians and this is a bona fide rehearsal studio,” he retorted with mock affront. 

“Of course, my sincere apologies. The next best thing to Abbey Road I’m sure. How much does it cost?”

“Fiver a week, so a pound each, which is not too bad. And that includes the electric. Wouldn’t want to run this lot,” he waved his arm at the assembled instruments and equipment, “off a meter.”

“Suppose not. Can I?” she asked, gesturing at Rick’s drums.

“Sure, there'll be some sticks on the floor somewhere I expect.”

Katie sat down on the stool and tapped out a few rhythms, pretending not to notice that Steve took this opportunity to hastily take down the topless glamour girl picture pinned to a cupboard door!

“Will you play something for me?”

“Noooo,” he demurred, “you don’t need to hear me make a noise.”

“I do, and it’s not a noise. I bet you’re good; you spend every hour you’re not at work here, so you must be by now!”

“I’m alright,” he mumbled. “Okay, fine, I’ll play.” He couldn’t continue to say no in the face of those big round imploring eyes. 

He clicked open the catches on one of the guitar cases and pulled out a honey-coloured guitar.

“Ooh, pretty.”

“It’s only a copy. But one day I’ll have a real one.” He slipped the strap over his head and bent to switch on his amp and plug in, then stood in front of the drum riser checking the tuning and running through some scales while staring thoughtfully at the wall. “What shall I play?”

“Anything you want. I’d like to hear one of your favourites.”

Steve started to play something, a slow, yearning ballad, that sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it. 

“That was lovely.”

Steve continued to move his fingers on the strings without strumming and didn’t look up, but she could see him smiling to himself. Then he straightened up, stepped his legs wide, and, with his eyes closed, belted out the opening riff to, easily recognisable even to Katie’s untrained ear, Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin. 

When he finished and struck a pose, arm in the air, she clapped enthusiastically. “Wow. You are… amazing. No, seriously,” she reiterated as Steve shook his head vigorously, “really, really, REALLY good.”

“Oh stop it. And don’t look at me like that,” he begged, all the rock star bravado of a moment ago gone. 

“Like what?”

“Like I’m… Elvis or something.”

“You’d better get used to it, buster. Because thousands of people are going to look at you like that one day soon! That is… are the rest of your band as good as you?”

“I think… we’re all pretty good in our own ways. But together… yeah, I think we’ve really got something.”

“Well, sign me up as your first fan.” She jumped up from the sofa and gave him a sideways hug, avoiding the guitar.

“First groupie?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

“Play your cards right,” she replied, coiling her arms round his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

Some minutes later, and sunk into the slightly musty cushions of the old sofa, they didn’t hear footsteps on the stairs or the door hinges creak, but they did hear Joe’s laugh, “Jesus, Sav, not again.” And as Steve’s head jerked around, “Ooh, not Sav! Well, well, this is a turn up for the books - Mr Clark getting his end away!”

“Sod off Joe, we weren’t… we were just kissing,” protested Steve, pulling his shirt down and running his hand through his dishevelled hair.

“Oh aye, and the rest! You know you’re supposed to hang your jacket on the door handle when you’re using the place for that kind of caper. What if innocent little Rick had walked in instead of me? He’d be traumatised!”

“Firstly, ‘innocent little Rick’ has had more girlfriends than both of us put together, and secondly, we WEREN’T doing that. Look, trousers on and everything!”

“Oh give over yer daft 'apeth, I’m only kidding. You gonna introduce me to your lady friend?”

Katie, who had stayed hidden behind Steve’s shoulder, peeked out and waved awkwardly.

“Joe, Katie; Katie, Joe. Our singer. And resident comedian.”

“Nice to meet you Katie, and sorry about interrupting your, err…”

“What are you even doing here - practice isn’t for hours?”

“Mum’s got friends round and the sitting room’s full of knitting and giggling. United are away, so I thought I’d come here, try and do a bit of writing, and then listen to the match on the radio.”

“So you’re here the rest of the day then?”

“Yeah, sorry mate, it’s pissing down and I’ve nowhere else to go. You’re welcome to stay, as long as you behave - I’m not watching you two slobber over each other all afternoon!”

Steve and Katie exchanged not particularly thrilled looks. “Weeell, my parents are supposed to be going out, I could phone the house and check if they’ve gone yet?” she suggested.

“There’s an idea.” He turned to Joe, “We’ll be off then, enjoy the… who are they playing?”

“Blackburn,” he answered gloomily.

“Oh dear, I won’t say enjoy the match then. See you later.”

With Katie pulling on her anorak and Steve just flicking up the collar of his denim jacket (he never seemed to have a proper coat), they left Joe regarding both an empty sheet of paper and his team’s prospects without enthusiasm.

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The smooching session that had started in the rehearsal room, continued on the bus back from town, and paused only long enough to make sure the rest of the Raffertys definitely were out, had reached fever-pitch with shirts removed, hands all over, and bodies entwined on the narrow single bed.

With a groan, Steve pulled away and rolled onto his back.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something…”

“Oh no, it was really nice. Just… it could get… err, messy if we go on much longer.” Embarrassed, he avoided her gaze, looking up at the ceiling and adjusting the waistband of his jeans to try and make everything less squashed.

“It would be less messy if you… took it out?” suggested Katie hesitantly.

“I… oh… really?”

She nodded, and so he unbuttoned, unzipped, and wriggled his jeans down. He was wearing blue boxers, that were displaying a distinctly tent-like shape! 

He looked back at her for reassurance. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Maybe!” she teased, then made her face serious. “No, I won’t laugh. Promise.”

He pulled the underpants down too, revealing, well, she had no real comparison to make, but from things she’d heard from girlfriends, it seemed quite impressive. 

“Can I touch?”

“If you want,” agreed Steve, feigning nonchalance.

Katie ran a finger gently down the length, and giggled when it twitched at her touch. 

“Like this?” she asked, wrapping her hand around the base, “And this?” as she slid her hand upwards.

Steve swallowed audibly, “Uh huh.”

When she hesitated, not wanting to do it wrong, he put his hand over hers and guided it up and down for a few strokes. She concentrated on keeping that rhythm going while studying, subtly so he wouldn’t get self-conscious, the piece of equipment in her hands. It was sort of fascinating - the only penis she’d really seen up ‘till now was in that mortifying sex education film at school, and she’d certainly never got up close and personal with one before. Steve held quite still, and when she looked up at his face, his eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted, letting out ragged breaths.

“Is that okay?”

“Perfect.” It came out raspy.

She leaned over and kissed him, and he kissed back, increasingly sloppy and uncoordinated, until she dragged her lips to the corner of his mouth, across his jaw, and down to his throat. She pressed them to his collarbone, his chest, anywhere she could reach, and felt his hips rocking beneath her hand. The only sounds he made were a muttered request for ‘faster’, and then almost-silent grunts on every stroke until, with a final sharp intake of breath, he shot warm white goo over her hand and his stomach.

Katie wasn’t quite sure what to do then. She reached over to the nightstand for tissues and wiped her hand. Steve had thrown his arm across his eyes and she prised it up.

“Are you hiding from me?”

“No! Yes.” Finally he met her eyes. “That was amazing. Thank you.” She handed him a wad of tissues and he mopped carefully at the mess, making sure not to get any on the sheets.

De-gunked, Steve held out his arms and Katie snuggled up to him, her head on his chest. He trailed his fingers up and down her back.

“I’d like to… I want to touch you too, if you’d like that? But I’m scared I’ll be crap at it.”

Katie hugged him tighter. “Aren’t guitarists supposed to be good with their hands?”

“Hehe, I suppose so. But I don’t know… girl bits sound… complicated.”

Picking up on the ‘sound’ part, Katie guessed, “Because you’ve never done it before?” She had an odd feeling asking that. Blokes were supposed to be experienced, weren’t they? But she found she felt suddenly proprietorial, jealous of any girl that had been there before.

“No,” admitted Steve, “but I’ve read three issues of Cosmopolitan if that helps!”

“It’s a good start,” she laughed, “and it’s not that complicated, I could show you. Oh,” she had a sudden thought, “we should wash our hands first, just in case there’s any of that… stuff hanging around.”

They padded across to the bathroom and washed; Steve kept his hands under the hot tap for an extra-long time so that they’d be warm. Back in the bedroom, Katie took her skirt off and they got under the covers. Steve ran his hand down her side to her thigh, getting acquainted with new places he hadn’t properly got to touch before, then back up to her stomach and over the lace of her bra.

“Can I take this off?”

She nodded and he reached behind and unsnapped it.

“See, nimble guitarist fingers!” she exclaimed.

“If you can play an E flat added ninth, bra clips are a piece of cake.”

He slid the strap over her shoulder, kissing the faint red mark it left behind. Katie pulled her other arm through and dropped the garment off the side of the bed.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, trailing his fingers gently round the curve of her breast. It tickled a little and Katie tried not to giggle.

He ducked his head and kissed first one nipple and then the other, followed by an experimental lick and then, very gently, sucking. A quick intake of breath from above made him pause, but fingers squeezing his shoulder encouraged him to continue. He swirled his tongue and was rewarded with a shuddering breathy ‘ohh’. He repeated the trick on the other side (wouldn't want it to feel left out) to more appreciative noises, and then lifted his head.

“You like that?”

She nodded, a little flushed. “How did you learn how to do that?”

Steve shrugged one shoulder, “That was me learning it.”

“Clever boy. Do it again?”

“Yes ma’am.”

With multi-tasking skills honed by many hours of lathe work, he also reached down and slipped his hand under the waistband of her knickers, stroking around her hipbone and across her lower belly. “Do we need these?” he asked teasingly.

“We do not,” she replied, and he tugged them down far enough that she could kick them off completely.

This was definitely new territory and he explored tentatively, sliding fingertips over the soft skin of her inner thighs and curving his hand over the mound in between. “Teach me what to do.”

Katie reached for his hand and guided his first two fingers. “So I guess the main, um, landmarks, are here,” she moved his fingers in a circle, “and here.” She took his hand down lower, to what felt to Steve like a confusing pattern of soft folds that he mentally tried to match with the diagram in the biology textbook and some magazines he kept hidden in a box of sheet music at the bottom of his wardrobe. “And it helps if you lick your fingers first,” she added.

Steve did so, noticing the exciting new smell on his skin just from those brief touches. 

“So like this? In circles?”

“Uh huh,” she muttered, slightly distracted as she got used to the weirdness of someone else touching her in that way, trying to remember the details of what she did when she was alone. “You can vary speed and pressure and… oh I don’t know - improvise!”

“Got it.”

He propped himself up on the other elbow and went to work, moving his hand in slow, deliberate circles.

Katie giggled as she looked at his face with its furrowed brow, “You look like you’re taking an exam!”

“Shush, you. I’m concentrating. Close your eyes.”

She did, and that was better, shyness dissipating and just the pleasurable feeling of Steve stroking her and his warm breath on her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her, and that was even better. She moaned into his mouth as he hit a particularly good rhythm, and felt his lips curve into a smile. When she pulled back to take a breath, he moved his head down to kiss her neck, licking and sucking gently down to her collarbone and back up. 

He sensed her body relaxing and she bent her knee to open her legs wider, which he took as an invitation to move his fingers lower. 

“Ooh slimy!” he observed without thinking about it.

“STEVE! Euw!”

“Sorrysorrysorry! But that’s what’s supposed to happen isn’t it?”

“Yes. Just don’t say it like that!”

“Sorry. Wet. Slippery. Silky.” He punctuated each word with an apologetic kiss. “That’s what I meant.”

“Better.” She smiled and settled back on the pillow, closing her eyes once more. 

Steve wiggled his finger around searching for the right spot and then, when he found it, eased his finger in, smooth and easy once he got the angle right. As he slid the finger in and out of the slick, welcoming warmth, he briefly got distracted, wondering how it would feel to put his… no, this was about Katie, not him, he had to focus. She seemed to be enjoying his ministrations, but how could he make it even better for her?

He broke off from kissing her neck to ask, “Two?”

“Mm-hmm,” she answered without opening her eyes.

His fingers were bigger than hers but the extra stretch wasn’t unpleasant, in fact, after a moment to get used to it, it felt good, great. She angled her hips to get more contact and he seemed to understand what she needed, adjusting his position so that she could press against the heel of his hand. Remembering a particularly informative magazine article, he twisted his wrist and found that, yes, he could reach her clit with his thumb at the same time, and she gasped and clenched around his fingers. It didn’t take long after that for her breathing to quicken and turn to panting, then her head arched back and she came with a long ‘ahh’ and he could feel her knees shaking as well as the spasming inside. It felt like such a privilege to watch that, to be the cause of that, a fantasy come true. He moved to cradle her head, brushing away a tendril of hair that had stuck to her forehead and pressing a kiss to the damp skin. He waited until her breathing slowed and the grip around his fingers loosened before carefully easing them out and resting his hand on her thigh, where he could still feel the occasional twitch of a muscle. 

Katie blinked, coming back to Earth, and her face broke into a grin. “‘Scuse swearing but holy shit, Steve! How does a nice boy like you know how to do that?”

“Um, is it bad if I say from Playboy?”

She laughed, “I think I need to send a thank you letter to the editors!”

Chapter 5 >

#steve clark #steve clark fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #overture and beginners fic

[liyahsocorro]

nothing too loose,right? | [P.1]

warning: hinted daddy issues , idk , trauma? mabye but that’s more oncoming idrk this is my first time writing lol😭

“nothing too loose, right?” you reassured yourself.

“nothing too loose, babygirl” he promises you. As you close your eyes holding on the the locket around your neck. bringing some what comfort

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“daddy! , look what i caught , look at what me and JJ found !”you screamed as you ran around looking for your dad. “hey baby what did you find?” finding himself interested in whatever you caught “look!” you say showing him the rusty key you and JJ had found on the shore. “Wow kiddo , ain’t that an artefact , atta girl! my little brave warrior” he says as he slowly ruffs his hand through your hair. you giggle at his action with a beaming smile. “I’m going back to J now, bye daddy” you go on your tip toes leaning on the arm rest of his wheel chair planting a small kiss on his lips before running off as you scream “Love you !” as he chuckles too himself before whispering too himself “i love you too , babygirl”.

what went wrong?.

it was all so perfect.

was it me?

did i drive him away?

“Holy shit.” you say feeling numb from being asleep for 6 years guess they really weren’t lying about the side effects.

slowling opening your cryo capsule feeling nauseous and dizzy you push yourself out letting yourself float in the air.

“Y/N!!” kiara squeals wrapping her arms around your neck sending you back a-bit in the air. “Kie” you slowly chuckle too yourself “missed you too girl” slowly looking back seeing she hasn’t aged a bit over the 6 years. As you two look for your lockers you hear the voice you missed the most

“Y/N?”

A/N: BROO THIS IS IT BUT ITS NOT THE BEST I TRIED I PROMISE ITLL GET BETTER AS IT GOES ON BUT YEAHH HERE IT IS !!!

#jj mayback x reader #sully!reader #obx x reader #outer banks #neteyam #jake sully #sully family #john booker routledge #kiara carrera #pope hayward

[inastrangerskiss]

second nature

David Finlay x Reader

content warning: none, a little angst, a lot of fluff

summary: you were hoping dinner at david's might make a bad day better.

a/n: requested by @kcloveswrestling i hope you enjoy it! i haven't written in months so i'm definitely a little rusty but it was really fun to write!

It had been, perhaps, the longest day in the history of forever.

The gray clouds overhead, residuals of a dissipating storm, seemed almost a bit too cliché given how you were feeling today. 

The day had started with three back to back to back meetings, was punctuated with a spilled cup of coffee, and ended with a fifteen block trek in the pouring rain without an umbrella. The precipitation had only begun to lift as you reached your destination. 

Though you had maintained a smile the entire day for the sake of your co-workers, the waterlogged socks on your feet were threatening to send you past the breaking point as you maneuvered the key in your hand into the keyhole. 

As you stepped through the doorway a sense of relief washed over you. It was later than you had intended for your arrival but at least the workweek was over and you could make an attempt at relaxing. The apartment smelled of a mix of food cooking in the kitchen and the candle lit in the living room - an almost intoxicating aroma given the day you had just had.

“Hello?” You called out.

A sudden crash followed by quiet swearing met your words. Only seconds later David appeared from the kitchen, an attempt at appearing relaxed painted over his features. It hardly mattered as the expression quickly transformed into shock as he took in your drenched frame. 

“You look like a drowned rat! What happened to you?” He asked, hurrying to your side to help you shed your coat.

“Wow, thanks. Can always count on you to brighten my day.” You muttered with an eye roll. 

“Sorry.” David relented. “Did you get caught in that storm?” 

You stood still for a moment, fixing him with a blank stare as he hung your coat on his coat rack, placing it just right so the coat had the best chance at drying before you went back to your apartment at the end of the night.

“No, I fell into my shower fully clothed.” You said sarcastically.

David shot you a disdainful look, his shoulders dropping slightly. 

“Yes, I got caught in the storm.” You sighed, no longer interested in the banter. “I had to help my boss with an errand and ended up ridiculously far away from my train stop.”

“Why didn’t you use an umbrella?” He asked, genuine confusion resting on his brow.

“I didn’t bring one today.” You admitted. “It wasn’t supposed to rain though!”

“It’s the summer. There’s always a chance of rain.” 

He shook his head as he made his way back to the kitchen to check on the dinner he was making, assuming you’d follow behind him to continue your conversation. Instead you stood still, collecting your thoughts as they raced through your head, your eyes trained on where your best friend had vanished around the corner.

Best friend.

This was yet another reason as to why your day - no, your week - had been a complete shitshow.

David had been the closest person to you for as long as you could remember. Everything between the two of you had always been second nature. Friends expected you to arrive at parties together and were never surprised when you left, your hand intertwined with his. They teased you, saying that you were both oblivious to the other’s real feelings but you always just laughed their words off.

“David is just a friend.” You’d insist. 

He was just a friend. 

And then a girl appeared. Her name was Anna? Or Amy? You hadn’t exactly spent too much time trying to memorize any details about her existence. Your awareness of her began one day when her name, adhered to an alert about a new text, popped up on David’s phone while he was making popcorn in the kitchen. He had left his phone beside you, expecting to only be gone a few minutes. You knew everyone in his life. He had introduced you to anyone that carried any sort of significance to him. 

But you certainly didn’t know her. 

“Who’s that?” You had asked when he finally returned.

David glanced at the name before locking his phone once more, placing it face down on the arm rest beside him and looking up to the television where your paused movie sat, frozen in place just like you.

“No one.” He had responded quickly. 

There had never been secrets between you and David before. 

But this certainly seemed to be a secret and its shadow was looming over the relationship the two of you had so carefully crafted.

As days passed (and David’s inability to keep anything hidden from you began to shine brightly) you learned this girl was a new friend. A friend he had gone to get drinks with the night after you first saw her name on his phone. A friend he had invited back to his place that very same night. 

A friend he had slept with.

A friend he had asked out on - as he put it - an official date.

You sat at his kitchen counter in one of the uncomfortable stools that had come with the apartment, your body feeling numb as he announced this. 

For as long as you had known David, relationships never got in the way. He had been in a long term relationship up until a year ago. Coincidentally, you broke up with your significant other only days after his girlfriend dumped him. 

But that’s all it was - a coincidence. 

Since then, neither of you had had the time or energy to get back on the market. When you weren’t working you were hanging out with one another and that had seemed to be enough. There hadn’t been anyone new to share him with. There hadn’t been anyone to take up his time. 

It had just been the two of you.

And so, the week had passed, and that was how you found yourself standing stock still in his living room, wet socks on your feet and drenched hair running down your back. When he texted you, asking if you’d like to have dinner at his place, you jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with him, to forget the nightmare of a life you had been muddling through. 

You heard David’s footsteps returning to where you stood, causing you to become painfully aware of how long you had been stationary. 

“You coming?” He asked.

“Shit, sorry. Yeah.”

He reached a hand out to you, as though helping you to bridge the gap between the entryway and the rest of his home. You stared at it for a second.

You had held his hand a million times before. He had led you back to his kitchen by way of palm to palm connection nearly every time you had come over for a hot meal. 

But, for whatever reason, this gesture felt different to you.

You looked up at his expectant, albeit confused, face.

You wracked your brain for reasons why you felt you couldn’t take his offer of physical connection. Was it because you had had a long day and everything seemed foreign and strange to you? Was it because you were certain he was seeing someone and this felt like a breach of boundaries?

He waved at you, breaking the spell of overthinking you had cast upon yourself. 

That was her hand to hold. Wasn’t it? 

Once more, he offered the opportunity to weave your fingers between his. 

Quickly, you took it, mentally shaking off the stillness you had found. The warmth of his skin against yours caused your heart to pump just a little faster. 

You tried to clear your head. He was just a friend and friends sometimes hold hands and there's nothing deeper to it. Even if there was, why would you want that? You didn’t want to date David.

Right?

You felt a newfound tension in your chest as you contemplated the question. 

You had never questioned your feelings for him. Everything had always been platonic and you were more than happy to keep it that way. Anything else seemed complicated and altogether unappealing.

But, if that was all true, and you really were happy with how things had always been, then why did you feel unmitigated dread when you considered his new girlfriend holding his hand just as you were now? Why did the idea of her cuddling him on the couch make you want to turn inside out?

You looked at David as you both entered the kitchen. You hardly noticed the extraordinary mess he had created in his pursuit for the perfect dinner. You were too busy feeling horror for a newfound concept that had only just become clear to you.

You were jealous. 

You tried to find ways to deny it or invalidate the thought but there was no way around it. That was the only possible explanation.

“How was your day?” Asked David, oblivious to the panic written over your face as he tended to a pot of boiling water.

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to act as normal as humanly possible.

“It was shit.” You grumbled, sitting on the stool you hated so dearly. “You need help with anything?”

“No. Just relax.” He shook his head, his eyes now trained on his phone, reviewing the recipe he was trying to follow. “Why was your day shit?”

“Just work and all that.” You offered vaguely.

David looked up at you, his eyes clear and sparkling, the smallest hint of a smile on his cheeks. “And all that? What’s all that?”

“Just, y’know, work. Life. So on. So forth.” You waved your hand in the air. “You sure you don’t need help?”

“Can you just talk to me about how your day went?” He asked, his smile deepening a fraction. 

You hesitated. You weren’t sure why he was so adamant. All the same, you launched into the story of your day, complete with every messy detail and direct quotes from meetings and water cooler chats. You thought you would make him regret asking for this narrative by being so detailed but he simply nodded along, smiling at your cynical jokes and frowning when he deemed a comment from a co-worker to be too harsh. 

He listened to every word, offering eye contact as often as he could to remind you he was paying attention. It made you trip over the syllables as you spoke them.

By the time you were done, David was draining the pasta into a colander and turning off the burner beneath his homemade sauce. He served himself and then you, offering your bowl of food to you with a flourish and a cheesy grin.

“I’m sorry.” He said as you both walked over to his kitchen table. “That does sound like a shit day.”

“Yeah.” You muttered.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from silverware scraping against ceramic. But then David’s head perked up.

“You only told me about work.” He said, as though he had just realized.

“And?” You asked.

“You said you were also having problems with life in general.” 

You shook your head fervently. “Don’t worry. It’s too much to get into.” 

“You can tell me.”

He was earnest and his face seemed genuinely interested in whatever you had to say.

You so desperately wanted to blurt out every single thought you had had in the last forty minutes but knew you couldn’t. There was no point in ruining a perfectly good evening with words that could absolutely nuke the most important relationship in your life. 

You bit your lip.

You would simply have to settle for screaming them into your pillow later, when you got home. 

“How’s that girl you’re seeing? Anna or Amy or whatever.” You asked, a poor attempt at changing the subject.

“Andrea?” He asked with a laugh, turning to you, almost surprised you hadn’t cared to remember her name.

“Yeah. Her.”

David’s smile persisted for a moment before dropping slowly off of his face as he turned back to his food.

“It’s fine.” He said softly.

It was your turn to pry into his life, an opportunity you were almost thankful for as the spotlight was quickly taken off of you. 

“That doesn’t sound fine.” You murmured.

David groaned softly, abandoning his efforts to eat in favor of rubbing his hands over his face. Concern grew in your chest as you realized he seemed truly bothered.

Sure, you had come to the conclusion you were jealous of this girl’s relationship with him. It didn’t mean you had ever wanted to see him hurt by her.

Carefully, you put your fork down and placed your hand on his arm, causing him to lift his gaze towards you. The smile that had gradually returned was a forced one. It was trying.

“I don’t think that it’s going to work out.” He finally responded.

“Ah, shit.” You rubbed your thumb in small, comforting circles over his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He chuckled wryly.

“Yes I am!” You protested.

“You didn’t like her.”

“I did!”

“No. You didn’t.” He spoke with finality. At first you could’ve thought he was mad at you but then he began to laugh softly to himself. “You’re really not as subtle as you think you are.”

You hesitated. You came here this evening for comfort after a horrendous day. You hadn’t expected it to get more complicated as a result.

“I just - I didn’t - it was complicated.” You sighed. “It was hard to get used to a new person. That’s all. But I’m sure I would’ve sooner or later.” 

“No. I get it.” David nodded, understandingly.

“I didn’t want it to be something that broke you guys up.” You said softly, your voice almost getting lost between your bodies.

“No, no.” David reached out to place a loving hand over your arm. “Trust me. That wasn’t what broke us up.”

“No?”

“No.” He shook his head.

You looked back to your food that was likely beginning to reach room temperature. You didn’t think you could stomach it anyways. David’s eyes remained on you, as though he were trying to telepathically communicate something to you but couldn’t quite find the right wavelength.

You didn’t want to look back to him for fear your minds might actually connect.

“I’m sorry you had a shitty day.” He said.

You only shrugged. “At least I’m here now.”

“Yeah.” David paused before speaking once more. “Want to order ice cream? I know that always makes you feel better and we can-”

“Why did you break up with Andrea?” You interrupted.

David’s face went blank as he looked back at you. His eyes quickly dropped and searched the floor for anything resembling an answer.

“It just wasn’t working out.” He offered.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true!”

“That’s not the truth.” You retorted.

He pressed his eyes shut.

“There was someone else.” He finally admitted, his words a rush as they poured from his mouth.

The sentence was short. Only four words. It still took you off your feet. How could there be someone else? How could there be another person you hadn’t known about? 

Slowly, David opened his eyes and looked up to you, his face a grimace as though he were bracing for impact. 

All you could manage was a small nod. 

“Do I know them?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“Who?”

You felt as though you were demanding answers now.

“Fuck.” He whispered, shaking his head from side to side as he pinched his brow.

“Who is it?” You pressed. Your tone softened slightly as you continued to speak. “You can tell me.”

“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” He asked. “Like the living room?”

“Why do we need to talk in the living room?”

“It’s just easier.”

“Than the kitchen? I-”

“Can we please just talk about this in the living room?” He pleaded.

You opened your mouth to argue but couldn’t get past the insistent look in his eyes. You had to back down.

“Fine.” You nodded, pushing your seat out and away from the table.

David followed you to the couch. There was no hand holding this time as you crossed your arms over your chest. You feared if you were to allow him that liberty it would only make whatever he was about to say ten times more devastating. 

You sat with a huff and he sat beside you, his body far too close to yours for comfort. You didn’t move away, though. You let his knee press against yours, all the same.

“So, we’ve been really good friends for a while, right?” He started.

“Yes?” You asked, growing more confused and more agitated as he went on.

“And you and I spend a lot of time together, right?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Where is this going?”

“Every relationship I’ve been in since meeting you -”

“All two of them?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and a cheeky smirk.

“All two of them.” He nodded. “In both of those relationships I was dumped-”

“Damn. 0 for 2, it seems.” 

David shoved you playfully, reveling in the brief levity your commentary added to what he was trying to say.

“Can you stop talking?” He asked, a smile betraying his words.

You waved your hand, signaling for him to continue with what he had been saying.

“In both of those relationships I was dumped because of you.”

This admission made your heart drop to your toes and leak out onto the carpet beneath them. Your waterlogged socks were now the least of your worries. Fear began to creep in as you could guess where these words were going.

“I thought it was just that first relationship. I thought that was an anomaly. She said she felt like I was dating two girls at once and couldn’t stand that you, more often than not, took precedence over her.” He explained. “But then Andrea said, quite literally, the exact same thing.”

The room was too quiet. Normally, you could hear city noises or some sort of ambiance due to noisy neighbors or construction but today was different. Today, all you could hear was the breath coming in and out of your lungs.

“What are you saying, David?” You asked, your voice small to avoid the warble you knew was hiding in your throat.

“I’m saying that you are the reason Andrea and I broke up.” 

Anger began flooding your chest. It was the least you could do to fight back the crushing tidal wave of sadness that loomed desperately in the background.

“So what? What does that mean?” You snapped. “Are you saying you don’t want to be friends?”

“No! That’s not-”

“That’s not what? You literally just blamed me for your relationships falling apart!”

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You stood quickly, no longer interested in participating in this heart to heart - or whatever David wanted to call it - but a hand just as quickly pulled you back to the couch.

You looked at him, your eyes narrowed as you pulled back from his grasp. To your surprise, his expression was one of fondness. It was one of gentleness.

It was one of love.

“Can you sit down?” He asked, his voice calm and balanced.

“What could you possibly have left to say?” You argued.

“When I told you that Andrea and I broke up, I told you it was because there was someone else, right?”

“For fuck - just tell me who it is so I can go home! This isn’t some kind of game, Finlay!”

Before the words could all but tumble free of your mouth David spoke once more.

“I already told you who it was.” He said, as composed as anyone has ever been.

“No, you haven’t.” 

“You are the reason Andrea and I broke up.”

Once more a hush fell over the apartment. Your mind, for the first time all day, was completely empty, save for his words that rattled around your skull like a ping pong ball.

With slight trepidation that you might lash out again, David moved a hair closer.

“Me?” You asked.

“You.”

“I’m the other person?”

His brow furrowed as he tried to find the best way to formulate his words.

“I asked you over tonight so we could talk about this.” He said slowly. “I didn’t know how to though. And I probably did it wrong but I just really, really care about you. And when I’m with another person it just feels like I’m biding my time until I get to see you. At first, when I was still in that last relationship, I thought that was just because you were my best friend. And then when that all ended I didn’t have to think about it anymore because we were just always together. But then I started seeing Andrea and I felt the exact same way. I was just waiting until I got to see you. Which is really tough when you’re seeing someone else 24/7.”

A small laugh found its way from your chest. David smiled to himself, realizing he had gotten through the hardest part of the conversation.

“I don’t know how you feel and maybe you don’t feel the same but when Andrea broke up with me I hardly fought back because I knew I had to at least shoot my shot here. I couldn’t waste more time. Especially not if there was a chance for things to work out.” He continued. “So, yeah. We broke up because of you.”

You were quiet for a beat, taking your time to ingest everything that had been laid out in front of you. After a few minutes of staring at your feet you turned back to him.

“I guess I really have an impact, huh?” You finally offered, causing David to laugh softly.

“Yeah, you’re a real pain in my ass if I’m being completely honest.”

“Wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.” You said softly. “I guess it’s my turn to talk about feelings, huh?”

“That’d be nice, considering I just bared my literal, entire heart to you.” David smirked.

“Yeah. I’ll be honest, I am glad you guys broke up.”

“We’ve established that.” 

“But it’s not because I didn’t like her. I didn’t know her. I didn’t have enough information about her to decide whether I did or didn’t like her.” With a deep breath, you exhaled your next words. “I’m happy because I was jealous of her.”

David paused to look at you, his eyes darting across your face for any signs of a lie or a joke but coming up empty handed.

“Jealous?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You nodded. “I was jealous that she got to spend time with you that I didn’t get to spend. I was jealous that she got to, like, hold your hand and whatever else.”

A coy grin wrapped up in David’s cheeks as he began to relax. 

“What’s ‘whatever else’?”

“David.” You warned.

“No, tell me. I’m dying to know.”

You clenched your jaw defiantly.

“I was jealous she got to cuddle with you.” You grumbled. 

“You and I cuddle all the time. What’s ‘whatever else’ mean?”

“Do I really have to say it?” 

“Yes.” He was now grinning ear to ear in the most obnoxious display of shamelessness you had ever played witness to.

You balled your fists and shut your eyes, knowing there was no way out other than through.

“I was jealous she got to kiss you!” You blurted, leaving David in hysterics. This reaction earned him several hard swats on his arm.

“Ow!” He whined, continuing to laugh so hard his face turned red.

“Fuck this.” You muttered, threatening to leave once more but this time wholly knowing you were bluffing. “Goodbye! I’m leaving!”

You got as far as the coat rack before David sprang up, buying into your words, his face trying to regain composure.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he placed a hand on either side of your shoulders. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”

“You sure about that?” You asked, your eyebrow arching into your forehead.

“Well… no.” He said sheepishly. “But can I make it up to you?”

“How are you going to-”

Before you could finish your sentence, David’s hand made its way to your chin, lifting it just a few degrees so you were facing him. Slowly, as though he were waiting for you to stop him, he leaned in. First, his nose brushed yours. Then, you could feel the warmth of his breath meeting your skin. 

Finally, he kissed you. 

His hand that had maneuvered your chin moved to gently hold the side of your face and the other moved to your lower back, pulling you in closer as though to not let you drift away. It only lasted a few seconds but it felt like a couple eternities.

When he pulled back you smiled, his face still only a few inches from yours.

“Now, what were you saying about being jealous that she got to kiss me?” He asked.

“Not sure if I remember.” You shrugged.

Almost reluctantly, David put more space between your bodies, if only to make better eye contact with you. 

“There was never a reason to be jealous of anyone else. You always, always came first.”

His words were honest. There was no joking, no playfulness, no sarcasm. You curled your head down and pulled him back to you, embracing him. He kissed the crown of your head as though it were what he had always done.

“I think, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to maybe try being more than friends.” You suggested.

“I think that’s probably a good idea.” David agreed. “For us and the people around us.”

“Might save a few more people some time they’d normally spend breaking up with you.” You joked.

“I’m going to order ice cream and I am not going to get you anything.” He threatened, despite his arms never leaving your body.

You stood there a while longer. 

Your day had been awful, there was no doubting that. But you were thankful for how it ended. 

And as you reflected on the evening, laying on the couch, still in David’s arms, you realized it had to end this way. There was no other way for this to end.

It was intuition. It was instinct.

It was second nature.

#david finlay fic #david finlay fanfic #david finlay x reader #david finlay fanfiction #njpw fanfiction #njpw fanfic #this is really rusty imo but i tried v hard and managed to make it 4.4k which is cool!

[nerdyenby]

Blue time :D I’m watching Joel

Pregame

I watched the first 20 minutes on Saturday without writing anything lol

TUNA ON PIZZA??!?!!!?!???! I like tuna as much as the next guy (probably more if we’re honest) but that is a solid no, tuna is meant to be eaten cold

“‘Who’s your favorite YouTuber?’ LDshadowlady of course, she’s great” They’re so cute I could perish

Joel saying he couldn’t choose between Jimmy and Grian because “they’re both my bad boys” The bad boys being the most wholesome group in the series is everything to me, actually

I’ve only just started to watch Joel more regularly but I’m glad he’s maximizing his bi wife energy :))

“I’m playing full screen now because I’m not a nerd- I’m not a noob anymore” and H is so proud

Joel is SMASHING that parkour!!!

Simultaneous quick changes but instead of outfits it’s accents

Slowly accumulating all the empires peeps :)))

The kazoo driving them all insane

“I don’t wanna play anymore” so true Scott

Bingo but Fast

How many pics have I watched that just never noticed the old lady hat???

Ok yeah this is their domain, I don’t know who else would’ve looked at that bingo card and instantly made a composter lol

The overly loud ace race music instantly flooding Joel’s (and my) veins with adrenaline

Guys I think it might be scuffed

They had such good comms and organization

Them all taking a solid fifteen seconds to figure out what order Joel and Scott’s usernames are in alphabetically

Battle Box

Y’all I think Scott watched the update video /j

The carrot mechanics get more scuffed the more people try to understand them lol

Okay so I’ve never actually watched fWhip and I thought his name was Jim for a second there but Scott was just saying “Gem” slightly more Scottish than usual

“Guys it’s okay, at the end of the day, we won bingo and that’s all that really matters” so true Scott

“Keep away from Bakyamon and Punz” “And Oli, ‘cause he smells” Joel 😂

Scott saying they aren’t even communicating well, they are, just not effortfully lol

“It’s the Empires synergy” so true

Joel best bingo player on the planet, real and true

Hole in the Wall

They’re so fixated on the veggies lol

“I love hole in the wall… sometimes… when I have good ping” conditional love smh

Joel just laughing midgame “This is so stupid” it is /pos

The way they were more intensely focused doing calls for Scott than when actually playing lol

“How did they make hole in the wall more stressful???” “ The eating” I love you Gem (I know she continued talking but that’s what I heard and it’s funnier this way)

Survival Games

Joel and Scott losing their minds over the map lol

The more perspectives I watch the more convinced I am that there is not a good spawn in this map

They’re all just vibing, they’re so calm lol

A skybase above a skybase? What is this, Limited Life??? (I’m so funny)

This sg feeling like a mashup of skybattle and tgttos is so quirky of it

Joel and fWhip running for their lives while Gem and Scott are doing a let’s play 😭

“Oh you’re a top? Wow” SCOTT!!!

Joel almost saying that was the weirdest skybattle lmao

He’s so proud of Oli ;-;

“Blummin’ stupid Elon Musk” based

Joel talking about how nice it is that there’s not as much pressure for this MCC, about to get first individual

The joined the halftime show at the perfect time to get exactly zero context and no instrumental lol

TGTTOSAWAF

Joel’s such a hater lol

“I always follow the girlies, the girlies got me” so true Gem

The way Joel said “my wife!! 😩”

First time I’ve actually seen someone complete breakdown lol

Noxcrew proving Gem wrong instantly

“We expected more from MCC organizer but like, it’s fine Scott, it’s okay” fWhip 😂

They’re all so proud of Oli :((

“My favorite chicken <3” “I’m the best chicken!!” Scott and Gem my beloveds

Sands of Time

“Get that wooden arrow” “Wooden arrow?” “Wooden key arrow” “… Rusty” “Rusty, yeah” fWhip is going through it

“What is scuffed about this?” “Joel don’t complain, just take the blessing and run” so true Scott

Noooo you were right the first time Joel

That felt so much louder and longer than usual, I knew it was coming but the dread just made it worse lol

The way Joel evades mobs is somehow both satisfying and vaguely uncomfortable to watch

They did so good :D

Joel checking to see how Lizzie’s team did <333

FWhip pointing out the Pac-Man looking mouths on pink’s skins, I thought the same thing!!

Big Sales at Build Mart

Everyone freaking out at the Oreo logo is my favorite thing

“I’m really loving the rainbow flag representation” so true Scott

Don’t beat yourself up Gem, it happens to everyone at some point

Joel is such a good runner 😭😭😭

I knew this was their game but watching them demolish it is something else entirely

Scott is so surprised that Oli’s still in 2nd, it’s understandable but it’s so funny

“I’m in 3rd overall??? Okay, okay, that’s crazy. Catching up with my boy, catching up with Oli” Joel :)))

“No matter what, somebody from Empires is gonna bring it home” fWhip :((( /pos

“I will also say, no matter what, everyone guessed us at like 5th and we have been popping off this event” “They should’ve known were more scuffed than that” so true Gem

Skyblockle

They’re so upset lol

Gem asking “What’s skyblockle?” And Scott instantly crowning her igl is so iconic (especially knowing how it ends lol)

The close quarters resulting in accidental hot potato with diamonds 😭

This is how skyblockle was meant to be played, I’ve never watched a skyblockle where everyone was comfortable and felt like they knew what they were doing before lol

They cleared cyan so cleanly but I know that’s gonna be painful from their pov lol

FWhip saying it’s safe and instantly almost falling off the edge 😂

I have no idea what’s happening but it seems to be working out for them lol

JOEL’S INSANE!!! HOLY CRAP!!!!!

THATS AN ENTIRE MASSACRE!!!!

They’re all so proud of each other!!!

“Empires repping!!” SO TRUE SCOTT

Dodgebolt

Sam and Scott’s banter :))

Joel jokingly saying Punz is easy and Sam being actually toxic “they also have Phil so they have a few good people” sir 😭

Sam hyping everyone up :)))

JOEL’S POPPING OFF!!!

Rip Gem jinxed it /j

He might not’ve not 1v4’d but he went 3/3 when he was the last man standing which is still crazy epic of him

Joel turning to ask if anyone hasn’t got to shoot yet :(( /pos

Joel jinxing Gem right back lol

The temptation to make angst out of the urgency Sam told Scott to shoot him despite them having never(?) been on a lore server together

Oli and Joel’s trade <333

Why do I feel like Skeppy hasn’t spoken at all?? Is his mic broken or am I just not paying attention???

“Gem said it’s not women’s history month I can kill another woman” stop reading her mind Scott, those were inside thoughts

FWhip getting the winning shot :))

Sam profusely apologizing to the frog 😭

Oli and Joel enthusiastically congratulating each other :D

Joel did so good!!!! They all did!!!!!

#mcc #mcyt #mc championship #mcc scuffed #joel smallishbeans #geminitay #scott smajor #fwhip

[jddryder]

tag game tuesday

thanks for the tag @eddiemunsens ! 💖

tea, coffee, or soda? tea.

dogs or cats? i love both, but if i’ve to choose then cats.

can you play an instrument? flute ; i’m a bit rusty though.

what's your sun sign? capricorn.

first song lyrics that pop into your head? ‘Before I woke up this mornin', I done knew where he went, He hid the keys to my car, smoked my last cigarette, Well, that good-for-nothin’ mothertruckin' son of a gun’

do you have any tattoos? none. i love them though, but not of a fan of needles.

favorite place you traveled? basque coast, so much memories there.

what's the last movie you watched? glass onion.

what languages do you speak? french, english, a tiny bit of spanish.

do you have any hobbies? reading, watercolor, coloring book, photoshop. 

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? wow ! talk about a hard choice. i think i'd want to hang out with nomi marks (sense8), and through her i would get the hang with the cluster too. 😌

compliment yourself: i’m sweet and considerate, and am a likeable person. 

tagging: @evanbukley  @mistmarauder  @mscalifornication  @dangermagnetstrand  @eddiediaaz  @lutavero  @angela-bassetts

#tag game

[windvexer]

My discernment skills are rusty when it comes to spirits etc so this could be a "yeah sounds legit nice job friend" or a "totally harmless to incorporate that into your worldview but probably a coincidence" scenario. Anyway: my front door sticks. The key sometimes just does not turn in the lock and it may take me upwards of 10 mins hurting my hands trying to get the door open. I've always had vivid, potentially astral-adjacent, spirit-work-adjacent dreams (mildly unrelated) and have been following you for a while reading your lovely and informative posts re: spiritwork etc, so this seemed like an appropriate thing to try. I cook my lunch every afternoon and set it on the table while I wash the prep dishes and declare "first dibs" to whoever or whatever may be hanging around. And the very next day, my door opened immediately when I turned the key, so I've been getting more specific, "first dibs to the friend who helps me open doors" and every day since, my front door has opened without a problem (and those Vivid Dreams are, uh, more vivid, but this is still mildly unrelated). Yesterday I made cookies and did the same thing, but widened the availability: "first dibs to my open-door friend and anyone else who may be hanging around as long as you're good and kind to me and mine" (paraphrased). Is this how I finally take the leap into spirit work, which as a concept has been quietly beckoning me for [redacted] years? Lol, maybe! But again, could totally be a coincidence (changing humidity levels and fluctuating temperature altering the wood of the interior door, but is that an overnight thing that could change so drastically..., and there begins the spiral), and I don't know the first thing about Communication(TM) since re: poor discernment skills, but this feels like the right track I guess? Anyway that's not really a question (apart from "is this just a coincidence?" which potentially isn't something someone else can answer for me) I realize but wow if you have any advice I would love to hear it.

Yeah sounds legit nice job friend.

No advice. Keep doing what you're doing. It works if it works.

#answered #spirits #communication

[junsei-draws-rotasu]

Watching TMNT 2007 movie (live reaction)

Heard lots of hate of the movie yet loves the turtles? I don’t get much from it, beside that Leo is hot, and Donnie got the fruit in this one

Dramatic intro

“An evil born 3000 years ago” It’s Krang isn’t it? Heard Leo turned into a battery in this one lol

Excuse me what? Okay didn’t expect taking over the kingdoms is part of the backstory of this past brotherhood

I’m guessing the Yoalt brotherhood here is the before reincarnation of the turtles. Which is why I’m guessing The turtles are reincarnated, like the IDW comics

Dude, the narrator is just going to ignore the female there? Like, it’s not brotherhood only bruh

Unless she identifies as male then carry on.

Also, what Kikian did, will that be foreshadowing what will Leo do? Yeah, I’m assuming Leo since that guy has a sword.

I guess my reincarnation theory is wrong

Okay, give some context please. It says Central America, and yet the dude says jungle. Is this metaphorical or literal? Im not American

The lady looks like Bell without the yellow dress

It is literal jungle. Why is it called Central America???

Wow, is that guy actually dead?

Wett, my blue -boy!

Is that little boy Casey? It would be cool.

Leo you look… idk what the word for the person who hangs with the trees and has a cloak on

Im assuming this is April

I—

LEONARDO?! Why did you sound like your flirting???

“Well… our strange crowed isn’t the same without you” Gives Leo a look, which Leo looks surprised at.

I— is this the origin of April x Leonardo?

“No, I’m not playing hard to get. I’m telling you , sir, it’s not that kind of phone line” They weren’t kidding Donnie would be the fruit in this version of TMNT

Yeah, children are brutal. I would know, since I used to be the child who bites peoples hand if they pet my head

Damn, Raph looks hot in his vigilante outfit

That voice… did 2012 Raph voice actors 2007 Raph too?!

Yeah, that ‘boo’ sounds familiar

“Your brothers need you Leo. Your brothers are lost without you…” they look fine to me. And Leo thinks so too. But maybe for April, Leo might go

Michealangelo VA sounds like 87 Mikey’s VA

Aw, Mikey missed the old days

Ooooh, Splinter looks so fluffy here!

Bet inside that box is Leo ( and I lost that bet… boo)

Damn, April cleaned up nicely

“Aguila” sounds almost like Eagle in Tagalog

Is Mr. Winters the immortal Kikian?

Damn, Karai. Also, what’s with the animation for the Women? Their waist so so damn thin, it hurts my eyes to look at them

Gargoels! I spelt that wrong but eh.

I’m so used to Casey being so armored up like in 2012. I’m not ready for 2007 Casey to just show up with a bat and mask only. Like—what? What if they kick your groin? At least 12Casey covered that up

Oh, didn’t realized Leo has light brown eye. Same with splinter. And Raph… I guessing all of them have light brown eyes

Ow, just how much Truama does the children gave Mikey 😧

“I think we’re going on the wrong foot here” Ha!

Dramatic entrance! (The low key evil… wait they are considering they wanted to concur every kingdom)

Okay, hold up—Splinter you expect too much! Especially when he just got back! The team would be rusty and of course they wouldn’t be well oiled machine like before! Also, Leo has been gone for almost 2 years! He can’t just heard his brothers like a dog to the sheep after being gone for so long! Also, this turtle haven’t really interacted with anyone!

There are excuses when Leo is out-of touched with his brother for 2 years! You can’t expect a person to stay the same they were before!

Oooh, April knows sword arts? Sweet!

No Nightwatcher outfit, Raph?

Wow, a smoke bomb that shows the ninja running out of t he smoke. Which is cool and lame. I liked it better when they instantly disappeared, but Raph got hit, soooo, fair

Okay, that’s it… Mikey… why is he so… goofy? Like, no serious moments or at least something badass? Is he the butt of the joke here? I’m almost an hour in and he’s just there… joking… like, I didn’t get any badass moments from the fight?

I was right about the Winter guy!

The music is such a bob

“I appreciate your intentions, but you can’t change the world like this!” Leo, I’m assuming a lot here, but, didn’t you and your brother do the same thing?

Man, Leo is quipping left and right here. Arrogant little sh*t (I say this with affection)

“I’m better than you” well damn, didn’t expect that.

Okay, this fight feels like they’re ready to kill each other for real. I mean, as a person with siblings, we do fight, but always have to hold back to not injure ourselves much, but this feels like real murder intent

So, Raph just realized he hurt his brother, and almost killed him…

Oh, so this is the scene where Leo gets kidnapped and turned into a battery

I’m sorry, but that “NOOOOO” is so fucking dramatic and I can’t take it seriously 🫥

What’s with this Splinter on Kneeling?

‼️SPLINTER! YOU DONT TELL YOUR SON/STUDENT HE’S NOT THE FAVORITE! WTF🤬 ! Even if you say he isn’t your least favorite son, you are IMPLYING you DO have a least favorite!

Oh? Are we finally getting an over due moment from Mikey? I hope so, if the writers messed this up on Mikey having a emotional serious moment, I don’t know what I’ll do

Raph, that’s more of a goal than a plan

It finally hit me, the General “Aguila” sounds like the Shredder 2012

“Come to Daddy” I THOUGHT Ya’ll ARE JOKING WHEN HE SAID THIS!! I almost chocked!

I would agree with Karai, but you gotta admit. They’re a couple when they’re fighting in important matter of times

Huh, so the Krang isn’t the villain, shocking.

And finished! I wish Mikey and Donnie get more screen time tho

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2007

[sugarakis-p2]

High stakes and blood ch 11

Art by Jin Woo Park

Rebel has been caught and bred by Mothman Shigaraki. She has a new dangerous family to look after while her old family needs her. She has to wheel and deal with monsters, who she has a shady past with, and Tomura holds the key to her happiness if he doesn’t kill her first.

Warning: Moth Shigaraki, cock sucking family fighting, cussing, mild violence

Shigaraki and Rebel go home.....what is waiting for them is interesting to say the least. We get to know who's Akuma's daddy is.

“Fuck yeah! Clan rumble! Welcome to the family, big bro Shigs!” Rusty beamed at him. Shigaraki laughed; he could get used to this.

Ch 10

Chapter 11: Blending

The Count is getting nervous.

It has been too long, in his opinion. He is tempted to find the little cunts, save Rebel. He hopes Shigaraki is dead, but if Shigaraki is injured, stomp his head in. His missing eye feels like it has a spike being driven into his brain. A thing he would not do for anyone else other than his Rebel or Lilith. Fucking Mothmen. They are at the height of odd, and his Rebel is into it? 

Like Lilith has said, all he has to do is wait. He's immortal. Shigaraki is a bug, a blip compared to what he will have. He is about ready to escape when the front door bursts open. Shigaraki carries Rebel in snarling and chittering.

“What the hell happened to my stupid slave?” Rebel shouts, hopping down and fussing over the Count. He’s not hating it, but he is deeply confused. 

“Rebel, sweetness, you smell like you have been living in the forest. How the fuck is that is even possible?” Cain asks. She smacks him, and he is even more confused. What the hell are they doing here? That is what he wanted to shout, but he didn't dare with her in his face.

“This entire time, you were supposed to be getting the metal and other shit together. You can just shut the fuck up about what we smell or look like. I would take your damn eye, but it looks like someone has beaten me to it,” she says, looking under his patch that oozed with puss. Rebels words were harsh, but he could see it didn’t have a real bite. In fact, she looked sad, which made his heart sing. Master Kai shuffles in, it's amazing seeing him this close to the entrance. A thing Cain once heard him refer to as the port of disease. He must really want Rebel.

“Sorry. You said I could punish him how I saw fit. I am pleased to see you are alive,” Master Kai shouts from the top of the stairs, "If you like, I can touch you both and make you perfect again.”

“Oh, I would like that. Before you do, Shigaraki and I have some exciting news. On this little impromptu honeymoon of sorts. We decided it would be beneficial to join the family,” Rebel says, coming near but not too much to make the Master uncomfortable.

“Oh, really?” He doesn’t care about the obvious lie. He wants those words bound in blood and Rebel was there dangling it like a carrot in front of him.

“Yes, please give the contract to Cain, and I will be signing. Shigaraki wishes to remain separate in case something were to happen. He can maintain full rights to our offspring. You know how some species are about children,” Rebel says with a smile and holding out her hand. Master Kai is quick. Grabbing her hand can cause momentary searing pain. He altered a little more than he should have.

"I am so pleased. There now you are sanitary and perfect again. Come. You must be hungry."

“Wow, that is amazing. You have such talented hands," she says, sultry walking alongside him, "We are starving."

Shigaraki shoves the Count towards them. Chattering at him in his own language.

“Make a fuss but not enough to prevent her from working. Be sure she gets that mirror and is near the top of the session line in this family.”

“What the fuck is going on?” the Count seethes.

“You’ll know when we want you to know, slave. You are lucky she has some unexplained fondness for you.”

“I was thinking the same about you,” he huffs as he trails Rebel. Shigaraki turns to the man named Chronos.

“I want all our assets gathered and ready to leave for my hive within the hour. No more stalling,” he hisses. Chronos bows and goes to make that happen. Chronos wants this predator out of the castle as soon as possible. He can feel the danger radiating off this one.

Shigaraki sits and waits for his mate. Lying his head back and resting his eyes. He wont let that freak touch him. He'll heal with magic far away fro here. His insane mate, who he can’t help but listen to. Her ideas are lengthy. They hurt his mind thinking of them. What doesn’t hurt is how she takes him in her mouth nearly every morning. It turns him into a pathetic mess, convinces him to go along with her insanity.

She had helped him bask in the moonlight. Nurtured him, let him suckle at her breasts like a babe, let him use her lap as a pillow. She braided and played with his hair.

“It’s gotten longer and paler. I love it like this. Let it grow out, please,” she begged. He said he would think about it, but the truth is he would give her anything if it would make her stay. She found moonlight flowers and created a crown for him to wear. Kissing his scars and sucking his lower lip. Rebel was downright kittenish when she was caring for him. She whispered sweet nothings and held him throughout the night.

He woke up to her sucking his cock.

"What are you doing," he hissed in pleasure. 

"Getting a warm dinner," she said with large innocent eyes. He watches as she takes as much of him into her mouth. Her warm, inviting mouth sucked and licked at his head, like a tentacle twisting, pulling chirps and whines from him. Creating sensations he had never felt before. His flesh was being painfully coaxed into giving his mate all his seed. He wanted to grab the back of her head but resisted. Her eyes were loving and trusting. They sank deep into his soul. He would not think it possible for them to be that large and dark. Two pools of cold bliss that he drank from, his heart raced for her. 

She used both her hands and slicked them with her spit. Rebel worked him until his head was thrown back and pleading pathetically.

"Ah-ah-ah, please more. Right there....no....wait...too sensitive...ah-ah-nngh," he panted. Toes curling, wings vibrating. All of him still hurt, and here she was loudly slurping and swallowing down his throbbing length. He had to yank her away from his knot, but she fought back to make lewd gulping sounds. Her tongue played with his tip, causing him to writhe and flop his wings on the dirt floor. She seized his knot and squeezed. He froze like a weak larva as he shot his pulsing load down her throat. He was only done when she said he was. Rebel sat up with a smacking of lips and an ahhh of satisfaction. 

"You have gotten sweeter, still salty. Tangy like a lemonade with a touch of salt. I wonder if all men taste like you. I will have to ask around," she giggled like a nasty little vixen. She accused him of blushing and teased him until he pulled her to him and nuzzled.  

Rebel told him how much she trusted him, and he didn’t need to bind his hands while they slept in the wild. She wanted him ready in case a predator attacked, but she had no idea how much what she was saying or how much it meant to him. He wasn't ready to tell her yet. He didn't want to remember anyhow.

This last run has shown him that he could not force his Rebel to stay if she didn’t want to. She was too well connected, and there were too many males from all sides unwilling to unhook themselves from her. She laughs because apparently there are more, some women too, she snorted. All the SmithHammers are very well connected. Her family had built many of the foundations of the human cities for an oath. He could not get her to elaborate, saying she was tired, and it came to that they were exempt from certain things. 

She was right when she whispered in his ear.

“Use it. They are fools and don’t understand my desires. You do. You are mine and will help me,” she had said, and Shigaraki did. Yes, he understood it. He could not drag himself from the sweet little liar. The way she deceived and manipulated those around her was an art he was coming to understand was easier than force.

He thinks this is how he can convince the SmithHammer clan. Not with cock sucking, of course. It was simple, really. Yes, all others are to be used, and if they don’t want to fall in line, then he will crush them. He feels Rebel is turning him into a more mature predator. On the way to the hive, no one spoke. The mirror was right there, and a couple of the new hive members were clearly there to spy. Which is fine. Rebel saw so many ways to use that it made her wet, and that’s all he really cared about at this moment.

“Ow! Fuck, you’re being too rough,” Cain whined. Rebel was cleaning out his eye socket with some stringent foul-smelling ointment. Shigaraki felt a tinge of jealously as she seemed genuinely worried for the Count. He had just learned that he liked to be pampered and sucked, and here Rebel was being kind to the biggest whore he’s ever had the misfortune to set eyes on.

“Such a baby. Hold still. You don’t want to be seeping puss all over the place when you see your husbands and wives,” she said, and Cain laughed.

“I’m going with you. I don’t trust I will get a nice living arrangement if I don’t. Plus, I’m not missing the introduction of Daddy SmithHammer to Tomura Shigaraki! That is a drama I will never get to witness again,” He laughed. Rebel was purposefully rough, and he winced but kept laughing.

“What is your father's name?” Shigaraki asked. From the back of the wagon jostling wagon that carried the covered mirror and a huge vampire named Rappa. Shigaraki looked up at the two of them and resisted yanking his mate straight down with him. Rebel looked at him and blushed.

“It’s Daddy,” she says quickly. Shigaraki is still injured, refusing to let Kai touch him. Rebel looks flawless, though. He is beyond aggravated that his mark is gone. This time he will make them life-bonded and ask in a way she won’t say no to. He is not good with what the humans call romance, but perhaps some of his new human family members can help. He hasn’t figured that part out yet, but he can make it happen.

“I understand that is what you call him, but what is his name?” Shigaraki asks.

“You didn’t tell him!” Cain laughs harder, and she smacks him.

“Shut up Cain,” She places his eye patch on and whispers to the Count.

“Tell me what?” Shigaraki growls. Cain’s laughter was rankling him. He should rip him apart, but Rebel is being maternal to him. He grabs her and yanks her down to him. She squeals as he holds her to him.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” she snarks at him. He wraps four of his fingers around her neck. She freezes and narrows her eyes at him.

“I could never kill you; it would be killing myself. I can endure a lot of pain and suffering. I can not endure you lying and keeping secrets from me any longer. I thought we had built more between us,” his lip is trembling. He feels very emotional, and the thought she would still be moving away from him after all they had been through drives him mad. He can feel Cain tensing behind him.

Rebel didn’t look angry at him. She softened and caressed his jaw. She gently loosened his grip and gave him what he needed. Pulling the strains of hair away from his eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything. I just …. My nature is to be a liar. I still have some issues too. Please, trust me, I will. Not here in front of the mirror,” she whimpers. Rebel snuggles into him and gives him the attention he needs. Stroking his fur until he rumbles with purrs.

“Needy,” Cain mumbles.

When they arrived, it was pure hell on earth. Shigaraki was considering decaying the whole hive and starting over again. He laid low in the wagon while Rebel dealt with the complaints. It was the least she could do, considering she had created this mess. 

“Cousin Izmel is going crazy. The moth people keep flying at the forge. If we move it further, Technically, we won’t be in this territory anymore,” Rusty shouts as the cousins empty the wagon. Five burley stout men, one as tall as Rappa. 

“If they didn’t smell like Shigaraki and have some note…hey, that one is not your baby!” Toga shouts at Mama SmithHammer, who immediately hands her a screeching hissing Akuma, who latches on to Rebel's chest like a vampire. 

“Ow! Fuck, did you really miss me,” Rebel coos to him. Ignoring the adults screaming. She rubs his back. Akuma kneads her breast purring. Cain is delighted.

“He doesn’t like any of the wet nurses! She threatens to stab them if they don’t look more like you. Do you have any idea how absurd that is?” Jenny shouted, pointing to Toga.

“They keep judging us!  And they don’t put out afterwards!”  Twice snarled.  

“That sounds like them,” Rebel sighs. Cain and Shigaraki are enthralled by breastfeeding and the shouting. It’s hard to focus.

“The one called Daddy has insisted I marry Toga,” Mr. Compress shouts, and Rebel finally responds.

“Are you the father? Really, Mister, you dirty dog!” Rebel giggles, and Toga turns bright red.

"You're not married?" Rusty asked and winked at her. Causing Twice and Compress to hiss at him.

“They want us to wear clothes,” Dabi adds. Rebel didn’t even notice he was there. She has so many questions for him. So much news for him.

“They eat everything and have been trying to enslave us,” Rusty rages.

“That one tried to kill me!” Spinner points at Jenny. The roar increased.

“Everyone shut the fuck up!” Shigaraki snarls. The crowd falls silent except for Daddy, who is humming and holding Hana.

“Reminds me so much of my Rebel,” he says with love in his eyes for Hana, “I’m ashamed of all of you. SmithHammers, Rebel is home, and this is not how we treat Rebel coming home.” He says sternly.

“I have the gin!” David shouts. Shigaraki ducks behind Rebel, buzzing with annoyance. She moved greedy Akuma to the other breast.

“What the hell is happening?” He hisses at the back of her head.

“Trust me, they are a lot easier to get along with when they are lit. Plus, look, everyone is getting along for the moment," David, a little one, was plying everyone gin. Everyone but the vampires that hung back quietly in the shadows. Children were drinking, and there were several of them. At least ten in all. Rebel sniffles. He nudges her with his head. 

"I am so happy right now. Look at them. It wasn't too long ago they had dirty faces and were on the brink of starvation. Come on, Dabi, help me down, please.” Dabi helps her, then helps Shigaraki, who is still battered, and hisses at Dabi in anger. It is unnatural to allow any part of his small flock to see weakness.

"I would like to thank my flock for watching out for my family and taking such good care of them. I am eternally grateful," Rebel announced. The flock buzzed with appreciation. They feed off of Rebel's praise.  

The female humans and other members fretted over him. Mr. Compress carried most of them to the hive. The blacksmith cousins stayed behind. 

"Set up the forge over in shadow under that lip of the hive. The flock won't be able to see it," she ordered the cousins. The families separated themselves to make things extra fun around the large table, and Shigaraki noticed Rebel’s family all carried hammers. He noticed because they had them out and staring at the vampires with intense hate. They were at least still willing to share the gin with the flock. 

Rebel seemed to be ignoring all of this and continued feeding the babies. She had his gloves on, and he allowed her to hold and feed Hana. Akuma had to be taken away because he wanted to kill the red baby. He seems to have become quite attached to Rebel. Daddy is holding the red baby, eyeing Shigaraki and Dabi with a hefty hammer within reach.

Dabi was low-key wooing Rebel, so he didn’t mind the man eyeing him. However, this could not stand.

“Mr.SmithHammer,” Shigaraki began. But Daddy interrupted him

“Call me Daddy,” He said.

“None of us want to do that. What the hell is his name?” Toga hissed.

“It is Daddy. All the firstborn males are named Daddy. Rusty is Daddy, Rusty is his nickname,” the Count guffawed. Dabi and Shigaraki looked at Rebel.

“It’s true. If I have a male, its name will be Daddy. It's tradition and a desired occupation for the firstborn male," Rebel says sternly.

“The fuck he will be,” Shigaraki hissed.

“Fine with me, precious," Dabi nudges. 

“Why the fuck does thou care?" Daddy asked, pointing his hammer at Dabi.

“Daddy," Rebel started.

“No! I will accept this one," he points his hammer at Shigaraki, "only because you foolishly gave birth out of wedlock. But you shall be wed by him, and we will lie about when that was to Hana."

“You’re not making my Rebel do shit," Shigaraki flared. Rebel placed a hand on his arm and shook her head.

“She’s our Rebel fuckwit!" one of the cousins shouted. There was a sudden outcry of grievances and racism Shigaraki was not prepared for. 

“You stirred shit on purpose, Count. This is pure silver, Monster!" Jenny threatens with her hammer. "Why the hell are the vampires here?" Jenny piped up louder than the rest.

“Because I don’t trust them to wander around alone and because Cain earned it," Rebel said. Shigaraki stiffened in concern at those words. What did Cain do that earned him anything but a lifetime of torture? 

“Oh, it’s Cain now? I wonder if you're fit to be the head of this family. Look at what you’ve surrounded us with," Jenny seethed, disgusted agreements followed her statement.

“Do you want to challenge me, Jenny?" Rebel asked with an edge of danger.

“Why the fuck are thee challenging her? Thou art still the head here," Daddy said.

“No, she isn’t because I’ll bash her fucking head in. Then yours, old man," Rusty said, placing his hammer on the table. Staring his younger sister down.

“No, I don’t. Just saying," Jenny says meekly. Casting her eyes away, and took another shot of gin.

“Shut the fuck up then. Your new big brother was speaking. Your new Master Cain. My mate. Daddy, please just listen," Rebel said gently to Daddy. 

“Daddy,” Shigaraki cringed, “New flock and old, we have brokered a deal with the Vampire that will be beneficial to all of us. They will provide metal and wood, so the humans can arm and house themselves. Rebel has been spreading the word that we feed our slaves and allow them to earn their freedom. Something I did not know until recently. We are about to have an army show up at our doorstep. Hardened men and women who were abandoned by the people who swore to protect them. This will help us as we go to war with the Order. We must remove the Queen vampire hugger to build the canal. However, once it is built, we will have fulfilled our contract with the sphinx and allow the vampire huggers to multiply again. They are damn delicious, an endless food source, while protecting our massive freshwater supply.

“What hast thou done? Your twin?" Daddy said low to Rebel. Rebel stiffens and looks as if she is about to cry. Shigaraki starts to erupt, but it's not needed. 

“I’m her twin! That is your fault, old man,” Rusty berates. Shigaraki is starting to like his new brother. 

“They are cursed, you know, that right? How is our legacy to live on?" A cousin says. Waving her hand towards the flock and vampires. 

“I had Cain help me broker a side deal. I have Master Kai working on a way to end that curse," Rebel says. Avoiding Shigaraki's harsh gaze. 

“Really! That is fantastic!" Twice shouts. There are chitters and warbles of excitement from the flock. 

“What did that cost us?" Shigaraki asks ominously. 

“More than I want to admit,” Rebel looks sorrowed, “The SmithHammer clan will be separated for a short time. Trust, when I say what we are doing, will leave our legacy much higher than any we could have had in Forestdale or any other land run by the Order," Rebel reassures. 

“But what of the human race?" The matriarch of the cousins asked.

“They lied to us! I didn’t want to believe it, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Come on, I have lived and dealt with monsters all my life, and I am still here. Our fear is what is holding humanity back. Humans will always be here. We will prevail. Cain, tell them. Tell them about the order and monsters," Rebel orders. Shigaraki assumed he would have to be convincing, but it turns out his little Rebel has always meant to be a queen. He plays with her hair. 

Cain tells them how Monsters the order is supposed to be protecting them from are being made for them. Rebel's family lost their mind. Calling them liars. 

"I can believe it. Most of my wet work was for the order. The whole damn religion is a lie! I've been saying our family has been sucking their cocks for too long already!" Rusty shouts over them. Rebel hands Shigaraki Hana and stands.

"But more importantly, they have been fucking with us. No one can fuck with us! They have taken my sister from me and warped her into something that is no longer a SmithHammer. We are SmithHammers! We built their fucking cities, and they spit on us. They have the nerve to go back on their word first. The oath was clear, we are exempt from the offering and prison. Yet our sister was taken, and our uncle sits in prison. With the help of the flock, the first thing we should do is break out Uncle Zee. Let me be clear, as Eldest of the eldest, it is a family decree. You are either with me or you are against me." The matriarch of the cousins hands her baby off to one of her other broods.

“Must be that dwarven blood. Things are about to get fun. Grab your child. In fact, you all should back up in case this gets bloody. You know their last name originates from a clan called the BoneBreakers," The Count chortles. Shigarkai knows one thing about the vampire, he always chooses the safest spot in the room. Rusty has yanked Daddy with red by Shigaraki. 

“You have shit to say, Cousin Sara?" Rebel invites while Rusty flips the handle of his hammer to Rebel and places his small shield next to it.

“You’re Uncle would be the first to tell you this is evil, wrong, and he will have no part of it," Sara says.

“You are married into us, but you never acted like a SmithHammer. You acted like a lackey of the Order," Rusty hissed at her. A few of the cousins ran off while the woman grabbed her shield and hammer.

“Shiggy, please don’t get involved. This has to be settled our way,” Rebel is so quick he barely has time to register what was happening. Rebel and the woman jumped on the table. Meeting in the middle with the clang and sparks of hammers. Rusty is quick as he places himself at an angle to protect the infants. His flock is confused, but the rest of them are treating this almost like a party.

Hana yawns and lazily looks to her mommy with bright red eyes, reaching out to catch the sparks.

“Fuck yeah! Clan rumble! Welcome to the family, big bro Shigs!” Rusty beamed at him.

Shigaraki laughed; he could get used to this.

Chapter 12

#mothura #mothman #mothman shigaraki #moth shigaraki #motharaki #mothmura #monster tomura shigaraki #monster shigaraki #monster boy #monster x girl #tomura x oc #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut

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Wow!!! I just played the flute purely for enjoyment for the first time in MONTHS and HOLY SHIT THE ACCOUSTICS IN A SPARE BEDROOM!!!! It makes my $200 flute sound magical!!!!! (Also magical that i tuned it perfectly on the first try ayy)

I'm glad I picked andante in c because for one, NO SNEAKY KEY SIGNATURE. All the sharps are marked next to the note or in the same bar. The 2/4 timing makes for a challenge but I still remember learning this in lessons.

And even so, practising my old harmonic and melodic scales wasn't even that hard. Given that I haven't played them in about 6 years. You would think that F# melodic minor sounds ugly but it isn't. Even though I was a bit rusty, muscle memory came back.

I don't think I'm ever actually going to lose any of my flautist skills despite not playing, given how muscle memory is an incredibly powerful tool. Like I honestly underestimated it so much.

Damn.

#maybe i will buy a piccolo hehehehe #my brother's gf plays the piccolo and flute in the army band

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Sunday, March24, 2024

Some of the ISIS attackers of the Crocus concert venue were rounded up. They will be summarily tortured and killed. Putin still blames Ukraine.

Ronna McDaniel, former RNC head, later demoted, gets a job on NBC. Much unhappiness as she is a Trumpist and election denier. (You have to say that the election was stolen in order be a part of Trump's team.) Not a good choice. There is already a move to oust her. (She earlier went by the name of Ronna Romney McDaniel. Dropped the Romney in deference to The Boss, His Orangeness.)

Monday, March 25, 2024

Trump goes to court. Turns it into a campaign appearance. Makes a rambling speech. Is given a break re that bond. It is greatly reduced (no surprise here). A date is set for the hush money trial. April 15.

I hope I am not coming down with another cold. Terrible timing.

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Catastrophe in Baltimore. The Francis Scott Key Bridge, hit by a barge. Collapses. Truly frightening sight. It fell like a kid's erector set.

I meet with a man from U T. Odd that I am still on the alumni list. (As the world counts success, I really have had much.) Nice conversation with him, about Knoxville, the Sixties, etc. Later I note that my memory is not what it used to be. There were holes where names should be.

One name I couldn't come up with...I later phone Rusty Holloway in Knoxville and the mystery is solved. Nice chat with him. I think I should reach out a bit more.

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Percussion concert at Juilliard. The kids play great. So many notes!

DJT is selling bibles! Autographed bibles. And during Holy Week. He has said that this is his favorite book. Can't name a favorite passage because, he says, he has so many. Wow.

to be continued

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7th call area qso party macloggerdx

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AGGGGGGGHHHH!!!! Fighting Microsoft way too early on a weekend is NOT what I wanted! I noticed this same problem was previously raised on the Writelog reflector, but there was no solution posted.

7th call area qso party macloggerdx install#

Unfortunately, when I tried to install Writelog, I got a Windows error message stating that a DLL could not be run and to consult my administrator, at which point the installation halted. I woke up really early Saturday morning and arrived at the shack at 5am to install the new version of Writelog that supports 7QP. Calling CQ on Phone was surprisingly productive! Risto checked 160m, but never heard any 7-land signals there. Thanks for a great QSO party! Was only on for a couple of hours, and once again, failed to hear that elusive Idaho station! Thanks for a great operating activity!Ĭan you imagine what this will be like with a few sunspots and some decent 15 and 10 meter propagation ? Wow ! Can't wait. I sure enjoyed the first 7QP! I look forward to doing it again next year. Congratulations on organizing all the activity, more 7's on than in SS! Thanks for the Q's and the rare counties worked 95 total. My primary effort for the weekend was the MARAC CW test, so I didn't work much phone, but I ran off about 40 quick Q's on phone at 15Z. What a great start for a contest! Lots of actvity and good mobile action from rare counties. Sure made all those 7-land states easy to work. Exception: couldn't enter multiple counties on one line.Ī decent amount of activity. Logging SW improvements are needed, but TR worked well for me. Looks like a great start for the contest. Wish I had more time to play in this one. Ira K2RD, Paolo I2UIY and Rusty W6OAT (K7SB) Congratulations on getting off to such a fine start. A real tip of the hat to the fellows who organized the 7QP, the CODXC, and especially Dick, K4XU, who got the ball rolling on this last year and really showed how the Left coast can party! See you next year.ħQP was great fun. We had a blast, the rate was good, the activity was excellent, and top notch operators across the country, what a pleasure to work so many. K7ZSD me, dragging a hurt foot around wearing a cooking apron K7AR SSB and watching the Saturday soaps with my wife K7GK doing it all with rate on CW and SSB KI7Y with a key in one hand and a mic in the other Everybody here got into it and worked hard, what a group of great guys: There was no problem on 40m, we just operated high in the band on SSB. Jim's camper at that end of the property with a 250' extension cord, and we had a station that could operate CW, while we did SSB at the house! There was a bit of RF hash on 20m for the CW station, and a few frequencies we couldn't operate on phone, but it worked well. A couple of the fellows brought up radios and amps the day before, and we put up a 50' tower at the other end of the six acres here, stuck a homemade 20m Moxon on it, put up a 40m inverted V in a 70' tree, and there we were (very late Friday night). We have the station at the house with two operating positions and two towers, but we needed a third. So, waiting until the last minute, well actually the day before, we came up with a plan to operate three stations. This year we decided a week before, to operate multi in the inaugural 7QP. The Oregon QSO Party has always been an event here at Smoke Ranch and the last few years operating a multi effort. We were a bit short of operators including our top CW team. I enjoyed participating in this QSO Party and hearing so many seven call area stations on the bands. This one is a keeper - see you next year. I think the first weekend of May is now overloaded with contests (7QP, INQP, NEQP, CH, and ARI). The downside (for me) was that the 7-land guys were so active that they kind of took over the band from the New England QSO Party! :) But, it was nice to call CQ and have so many answers from WY, MT, and ID!Ĭongratulations again. Probably the best debut of a new QSO party I can think of! Congratulations to the 7QP organizers! From here in W1, it appeared that the activity from all across the 7th call area was fantastic.

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Hello love! I have this scenario stuck in my head:

Walter hurts his right shoulder quite badly when solving a case (or slipping on ice 🤔)which leaves him imobile to his dominant arm. Being the stubborn man he is, he releases himself from the hospital and back at home has to release that he alone struggles with the simplest tasks. Due to the time of night or a snowstorm outside the only one left to ask for help is that new annoying neighbour (there's the trope I guess)... might lead to a number of embaressing (and hot?) situations...

Wherever that came from... never mind my weird brain 🙈... does that maybe, possibly strike your muse?

Omg. 🤭 Thank you for the request @omgkatinka I tried to make it fluffy and funny, but I'm in a Walter mood lately and it did end up with a hint of smut, so here it goes.

Warnings: slight description of shoulder injury, a little bit of angst, fluff, description of male masturbation

*divider by @firefly-graphics

Title: Helping hand

Walter groaned when he turned on his side, half asleep and in a lot of pain. His shoulder throbbed like a thousand needles pricked him at the same time, shooting a blinding pain up to his fingers.

"Fuck!" He cursed at himself, rolling onto his back and trying to breathe through his agony. He clutched his sore shoulder with his hand, gently soothing the bandages and blinking through the tears that had sprung at the corners of his eyes.

Walter had hurt his shoulder while on a mission to catch hold of a guy involved in human trafficking. They had chased the culprit through the abandoned factory, barely losing him through the maze of metal staircases when Walter had lunged at the man, tackling him to the floor. But the rusty old work bridge had crumbled under the force, bringing both men crashing down to the ground with metal pieces and debris. Luckily for them they weren't harmed in a life threatening manner, but Walter's shoulder had dislocated, resulting in a torn labrum requiring surgery.

"Fuck this shit." Walter had told himself while lying in his hospital bed on the third day post surgery, pressing the call button for the nurse. He had gruffly told the pale, scared woman that he wanted to go home and he was feeling fine. After arguing with the doctor about his health, Walter had self discharged himself against medical advice.

He thought he had made a wise choice coming home, but he knew he was stupid to think he could make it on his own.

Sitting up on the bed and grabbing the strap of the arm sling, Walter groaned. With his dominant hand rendered useless for the time being, Walter had a lot of trouble with his daily activities. Faye and Angie were in California visiting her parents, leaving him no one to call for help for the past weeks.

He made his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when he saw the heavy blanket of snow outside. Checking his watch, he gathered it was only four pm and yet it was almost dark with snow still falling steadily. Walter had taken his pain meds and a sleeping pill when he had awoken in the middle of the night, and had effectively knocked himself out for a good twelve hour sleep. With that realization, his stomach growled indicating his missed meals for the day.

Looking around at the kitchen, Walter groaned when he saw the empty takeout boxes and the overflowing trash can. Injury had left him disorganised, making him live like a junkie. He couldn't even remember the last time he had taken a decent shower, sniffing the air as he could smell his own body odour. He was about to grab a trash bag from the counter and try to clean, when his doorbell rang.

Walter groaned, again. He had an inkling it was her. His chirpy neighbor who was the only one who showed up to help him every other day. She was annoying in the beginning, trying to start up conversations when all he wanted to do was sulk. But he had warmed up to her, still keeping her at an arm's length, but allowing her to assist him from time to time. When he opened the front door, there she was, looking adorable covered in cozy woollen attire from head to toe, a cute beanie over her hair, carrying a big lunch box in her gloved hands. She smiled at him, shivering with the cold winds until he moved to the side to let her in.

You could never believe how intimidating Walter had seemed to you only a couple of weeks ago. He would always throw a curt nod at you when you would greet him from your door if you ever happened to cross paths, never smiling or staying for a chat. You had gathered from the other neighbors that he was a cop, Detective Walter Marshall, kind of a loner and always grumpy. There was no denying your attraction to him, his scruffy beard and thick curls always left your fingers itching to touch them, with his accent being a major plus point. But he would never give you a chance to strike up a decent conversation.

It was all fun and games, you liked the chase, even if you were the one doing all the chasing. Seemed like a conquest for you but when his car was missing from his parking spot for days on end, you began worrying about him. Then one fine day, you spotted him out in the curb, trying to open the trash bin with one hand while the other was hanging in a sling. You had walked up to him, out of concern when Walter had turned around to go back inside slipping on the ice, only for you to grab a hold of him trying to break his fall but instead tumbling to the cold ground with him on top of you. He had apologized profusely, wincing in pain as he moved and letting you help him stand up.

From that day onwards, you always made it a point to stop by his house atleast once. It helped that Walter never complained.

"I had made lasagna. Did you have lunch?" You asked, taking off your beanie to hang on the hook and leaving your boots by the door. You felt Walter's looming figure follow you as you made your way to the kitchen. Taking in the surrounding, you nodded to yourself, your question answered without Walter having to utter a word. "Very well, why don't you sit at the table and I'll serve you the food?"

You tried to grab clean plates and spoons, frowning at the dirty dishes from last night, but you didn't blame him. It was only so much he could do with one hand.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" You asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the Detective.

"No. I took sleeping pills."

Placing the plate of food in front of him, you narrowed your eyes at him. "Don't get too attached to those meds though." You handed him the spoon and fork, before getting to clean his kitchen.

"You don't have to do that." Walter protested from his place at the table, almost about to stand up. "I was about to clean around the house."

"With one hand? Come on, Detective Walter, you know better than that. And I don't mind, I was holed up at my house since morning anyway, this atleast gives me a chance to do something." You winked at him, grabbing the empty bottles of water and shoving them in the trash bag. By the time Walter had finished his meal, you had cleaned the kitchen with only the dishes to spare.

"Let me get those." Walter tried to reach for the soap but you were fast enough to grab it first.

"Go rest, I can handle this." You nudged him playfully with your hip. You could not believe your eyes when you saw Walter smile. "Wow! Look at that! I am being graced with a smile."

Rolling his eyes at you, Walter stayed put at his place, handing you the plates one by one. You insisted for him to rest, but he denied each of your requests. You were just about done loading up the dishes in the dishwasher when your phone rang from it's place in the purse that was hanging on the hook.

"I'll put them in the rack, go." Walter assured you with another smile. You nodded at him, handing the gloves and walking out the kitchen. You were texting back your mom, when you heard the Detective cuss loudly, followed by falling and breaking of plates. You hurried inside to find Walter drenched with soapy water and the broken pieces of ceramic and glass on the floor.

"I'm done with this!" He shouted, trying to pry open the velcro of his sling in anger. The edge of his shirt dripped water on the floor with a stream travelling down from the front of his pants.

"Hey, hey." You rushed to him, carefully maneuvering away from the plates, and caught hold of his hands. "It's okay. It happens. Why don't you go change and I'll clean here." You didn't back down when he stared at you, not moving and not giving up. But a silent moment passed and he left for his bedroom without a word.

You walked towards Walter’s bedroom, the silence of the house only disturbed by the whistling winds of the oncoming storm outside. It was late in the night when you had gotten the chance to pay the ailing Detective a visit. With freshly baked cookies in a box, you had knocked at his door only to be left standing out in the cold. He had handed you a spare key for emergencies as the storm warning approached which you never used until today.

When you reached the door to his bedroom, you stopped in your tracks hearing muffled grunts from the other side. The door was slightly cracked open, faint light seeping out to the the hallway. You peered through the gap only to gape at the sight.

The other day when Walter had spilled water over his front and gone to change, you had followed him after hearing him cursing at himself. He had a hard time taking off the wet clothes, making him angrier by the minute. You had helped him then, only to be left mesmerized by his body as your nimble fingers had brushed over his skin.

Walter had his eyes closed, his arm in the sling and resting on his naked chest and pillows with a sheet covering his lower half. His other hand was under the cover, moving up and down as he pleasured himself. You felt your cheeks warm, spreading down to your chest and the tip of your ears as you watched him in his private moment, wanting to turn and run away but failing to do so.

You weren't going to ask him, but you could swear a long moment of sparks had passed between the two of you. Your dreams now featured vivid fantasies with Walter, leaving you in a daze for the rest of the day.

As much as you wanted to stare at his heaving chest, listen to his melodious moans and trace his sweat sheened face with your gaze; this felt like a rude invasion of privacy. You were about to turn on your heels when you heard the whisper of your name rolling out of his lips. Whipping your head to see if you had been caught red handed, you were left baffled to find Walter's eyes closed, unaware of your presence and repeating your name like a mantra while he pumped his length.

You had no idea what got into you, but the urge to be with the man you had been lusting over was so strong, you pushed the door open with heated cheeks and a trembling core. Walter's eyes shot open, widening as he took in your presence, scrambling to hide himself underneath the sheets.

"Wh-what are you-?" He stammered, a rosy pink tint appearing on his flushed skin.

You did not answer him, choosing to close the distance between the two of you instead. You crouched down next to his side of the bed, placing your hand on his scruffy cheek. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted as he struggled to regain his breath and rendered speechless at the debacle. You waited for him to object to your advances, watching as he wet his lips with his tongue before leaning to kiss him. Walter remained frozen for a long second, until he moved his lips along with yours.

Breaking away from the kiss, you smiled at him, a hand creeping to his member that twitched in response. "Do you need a hand?" You asked, smirking as Walter could only nod before you pulled the sheet away from his body.

#ask foodie #walter marshall #Walter marshall fanfic #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #walter marshall nomis #nomis #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #requests

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Tease

Wanted to try a male reader for once and i really enjoyed writing this :) One of my favs dare I say. Have fun!

Warning: 18+

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„You said you didn‘t want it!“ Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defense when you threw the empty chocolate pack at him.

„I was being polite!“ You protested, „Posh boys like you should know that!“

Sirius‘ eyes narrowed and he threw the pack at your head this time. „I am not a posh boy, fucker. You better fucking kiss my feet or I will-“

You tackled him with a cry, hitting his face repeatedly with a pillow. Your body jerked on top of his rhythmically, which either meant that he was laughing or chocking to death. And you really hoped it be the latter.

„Don‘t you fucking dare asshole! You promised not to bring it up!“

His next words came out muffled from underneath the soft fabric, which began to feel not so soft, considering that you were pressing pretty hard. Sirius started to panic and yelled out a „Help! Help! I‘m dying!“

You felt strong arms wrap around your stomach and drag you away from your murder mission.

„Let me go! He needs to die!“

James was laughing so hard at Sirius‘ horrified face that even he had trouble keeping you at bay.

„This is bullying! I‘ll tell Minnie! You fucking lutanic!“

„Minnie doesn‘t care about your sob story, she would be delighted to find out I killed you before she could with all of your missing homework!“

Sirius barreled towards you with a battle cry, but James threw you to the side, effectively blocking the tackle with his body. Sirius must have aimed to hurt you a little, because James fell down with an painfully loud thud.

„Bloody hell, Pads. That bloody hurt.“ James groaned, rubbing his ribs soothingly.

Sirius scrambled up and helped his friend off the ground, throwing you a dark look. You sneered at him, sitting down on the bed farthest away. James grinned at his friend, mouth opening to make fun of him.

„How could he hold you down like that? He‘s smaller than you!“

Sirius huffed, blushing a little with embarrassment and he turned away, presumably to hide his red cheeks. „He had an advantage. I was being strangled, mind you.“

„Strangled my ass“ you said under your breath and crossed your arms petulantly. „He made fun of me. Again!“

James raised a brow in amusement, eyes flickering towards you and you groaned when you saw his expression. Here we go.

„Is it about a certain wolf?“

Sirius turned around so fast you heard his ankles crack and moved to stand next to his friend, delighted to have him at his side and chuckled. Your scowl darkened and you got up, trying to push though your friends to leave.

„Fuck off, both of you. I‘m leaving.“

Sirius stopped laughing and raised his hands in defeat. „Oh come on, don‘t be ridiculous, we‘re only taking a piss mate.“

Your mouth fell open to hurl more curses at him when you saw Remus appear behind the two boys and clamped your mouth shut again. Fuck, was your hair alright? You secretly smoothed it over, glaring at James when he wiggled his brows suggestively.

„Alright, everyone?“ Remus asked, voice exhausted and he fell down next to you on the bed, sighing with relief when his aching joints didn‘t have to carry his weight anymore. The moon was taking a toll on him.

„Are you alright?“ Your voice came out worried and you stroked through his messy curls. Remus only let out a tired „Mhm“ as he sank down further into the mattress, pressing into your hand.

„Is it the moon?“

„Mhm.“

„Are you hurting already?“

Sirius chimed in from his bed. „I think it‘s safe to say that the old man is always hurting.“

You glared at him. „Shut up, Black. No one asked you.“

Sirius huffed and turned his back towards you with a dramatic toss of his dark hair, pulling his curtains closed.

This time James spoke up, peaking his head from the corner of the bathroom door. Some of his toothpaste spilled over when he opened his mouth and you grimaced at the disgusting sight. James and Sirius seemed to share one braincell. A part-time braincell, that was clearly rusty at this point from being so rarely used.

„Need anything?“

Remus jerked, clearing jostled awake from his little slumber and groaned in annoyance. „Peace and quiet. Oh wait, that‘s death.“

You couldn‘t help the snort that escaped you at his deadpanned tone and whacked him on the head. Remus cracked an eye open and smiled at your amusement. You schooled your expression and held your hand up in a mock salute.

„No one is dying. And if, then we‘ll do it together.“

There was a series of Amen‘s and you nodded in satisfaction, like a general who never liked being told no. Already dressed in your pajamas, or actually only your pajama pants, you crawled into your own bed, across from Remus‘. You wished that Remus would have clasped your wrist and made you stay, he did that sometimes, but alas it was just a wish. You had it bad for the boy, fingers still tingling with the feel of his hair. You thought about what it would be like to kiss him, to touch his scars and feel his breath on your face when you slept.

You huffed frustratedly when your brain forced stupid scenarios into your mind. Fuck, were they nice ones at that.

No, he isn‘t gay, brain! Fucking stop with the mental images!

Your brain decided to one up itself and showed you a very suggestive image of Remus on his knees, sucking your dick with such contentment it made your breath hitch.

Fuck.

Or Remus on his hands and knees, every little detail of his body on display, making such lovely keening noises you thought you had died for sure.

Oh fuck.

You opened you eyes instantly to stop the dirty thoughts of your best mate, mind you, and tried to calm your breathing. Apparently, meditation is a hoax, because no matter how many sheeps you counted or deep breaths you took, your brain was still convinced that Remus sucking you off was the hottest thing ever. And it is the hottest thing ever, you agreed. So did your raging boner.

Only this once.

Against your better judgement your hand trailed down your chest towards your pants, slipping under the waistband of your underwear. Your hand wrapped around your hard cock and imagined Remus on top of you, kissing your lips feverishly. Groaning and moaning into your mouth, telling you how good you feel around him. Telling you how long he had waited for this moment. Biting your lip you moved faster, stifling your groans when your palm spread your precum over the sensitive tip. You were so close, head thrown back in pleasure, fuck so close so clo-

„Shit sorry!“

Somehow you managed to pick up a shocked gasp through your trance and your eyes opened wide, jerking violently. And here he was, the source of your inescapable desire. Remus fucking Lupin. Who just caught you wanking. Your brain has meanwhile decided to pack its suitcase and piss off, because suddenly you couldn't produce a single clear sentence. It felt like being a baby all over again, not knowing how to use your voice or twists your tongue to get the right words out. Not that there was anything to say, you couldn’t just pretend like you weren’t touching yourself.So, you just stare at him like a moron, your hand still in your fucking pants. Slowly but surely you felt your face heat up and you didn't even dare to breathe loudly, too scared to scare Remus away.

His eyes were fixed on your hand, teeth biting his lip. Not knowing what to do, he apparently decided to just stand there. The curtains of your bed were gripped tightly in his fist, as if it were the only thing that kept him steady at the moment. The both of you stared at each other for a good minute, digesting the embarrassment of the situation until Remus climbed into your bed.

Wait. 

Alarm bells rang shrill in your head, the nerve cells in your skull burst into panic. 

Remus in your bed. 

Crawling between your legs. 

Your hand still in your pants. 

What.

„Let me help?“ Remus‘ voice was raspy, slightly scared that you‘ll reject him. He was seated between your knees now, wringing his scarred hands nervously. It took you a few seconds to register what he had said as you blinked at him in mortification. 

Remus hung his head, nodding to himself as if he had known that this would happen and moved away. Fuck, no come back. Brain! Say something!

Your brain was still hyperventilating however, so your legs decided to give you a hand, definitly under the order of your hard cock, which was already throbbing with excitement. You snap your legs shut, trapping Remus’ upper body between your thighs and pulled him on top of you. Not expecting the move, Remus fell forward and his lips smashed on yours.

Oh wow.

This was better than you expected. This exeeds all 638 fantasies you ever had of this moment. This was real.

You kissed for a while, both of you falling into each others arms to feel as close as possible, grinding your cocks on each other like horny teens. Which you were, to be precise. You moved your head to the side to break the kiss, grinning at Remus’ lust hazy expression and bucked your hips up again.

“I’ll have that help now, if you’re still offering...” You whispered, basking in the boyish grin of the wolf.

Moving to wipe your hand on your bedsheet to finally touch him, Remus caught your hand and brought it to his mouth. You whined quietly when you felt his tongue tickle your palm. Remus mmm‘d softly, a devilish glint twinkling in his bright eyes.

Lifting your hips, Remus pulled down your pants and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch. Nothing in the world could keep your from branding the sight of Remus licking your cock into the depths of your mind. 

Remus leaned in, mouthing at the skin of your stomach, inching closer to your weeping tip. He took his time, breathing your scent in deeply, his eyes closed.

„Come on Moony“ you urged, lifting your hips. Remus held you down, smirking up at you teasingly.

„Either you let me go in my own pace or you can suck it yourself.“

You immediately stilled and made a motion of locking your lips with an imaginary key. Remus chuckled soundlessly and you nearly, nearly, bucked your hips up again. His mouth was so hot and wet and god it was really Remus sucking your cock. The thought alone made you shudder and writhe under him, your hands burried in his curls. Remus may not know much about blowjobs, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. His moan was just filthy, the way he looked at you through his eyelashes as if he just wanted to devour you, to break you into pieces.

“Oh Remus” you groaned into your fist, knuckles white from gripping his hair so tightly, “Wait ah fuck please wait!”

Remus rolled his eyes and pulled away, raising his brow at you. His facial expression was something akin to “How dare you interrupt me?” 

You took deep breaths to hold yourself from cumming when he smeared the tip of your cock against his glistening lips, coating himself in your cum while he glared at you. This boy is sin.

“Wanna cum with you” you explained breathlessly, pulling him up to smash your lips on his. Remus groaned low in his throat when you sucked his lips, moving to straddle your lap. The rough fabric of his pants made you snort contemptuously and you tugged at the waistband, mumbling an annoyed “Off.”

Remus seemed to agree, with the way he nearly ripped the zipper clean off and finally he was naked. Not fully, but you let him be, knowing he’d be insecure about his scars. You’ll work on that next time. Next time.

Remus placed his hands on his thighs, letting you admire his body. His confidence shot up by the way your breathing got heavier and your cock twitched under his. Every millimeter of your skin is touching, both of you slowly rocking your cocks against the other. Your cum mixed and made it easier to move and you took them in your hands, a huge breath escaping your lips with the sudden rush of electricity. Remus quickly casted a silencing charm and gave into the pleasure, setting a fast pace by thrusting his cock in your fist.

“Fuck you feel so good” Remus groaned and squeezed your wrists, “I’ve wanted this for so long”

You nearly laughed by how ridiculously acurate your fantasies had been and gripped harder, crying out when Remus leaned down to bite your shoulder hard, leaving imprints of his teeth on your flesh.

“’M’not gonna la- oh Moony fuck” You were lost in your pleasure, already sensitive with your denied orgasm from before. Remus slapped your hand away and spit on your cocks, taking them in his hands this time. His pace was aggressive and impatient, hand unyielding and he rocked his hips as fast as he could. 

“Want you to cum on my cock” Remus grunted, his other hand gripping your jaw to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown out, as if he was on a high. You felt him pulse against you, his eyes screwd shut and he came with a loud cry, making you tip over the edge as well. His hand kept going, thighs holding you down when you tried to squirm away. 

Bringing his cum covered hand to his mouth, Remus gave it a tentative lick, eyes fluttering shut when his tongue wrapped around his fingers. You watched him hum around his hand and he gave you a satisfied smile, totally in bliss with your little session.

“This was fucking hot” Remus grinned and fell down next to you, blinking at you tiredly.

You bit your lip and mustered up enough courage to squeak out a “So you’re gay?” 

Remus gave you a flat look. “I came on your cock didn’t I?”

You cleared your throat and laughed quietly. “Yeah. Yeah you did.” Your voice came out dreamy and you threw your leg over his middle.

And just like that you surrendered to your exhaustion, while Sirius and James were hysterical with exicetment. Their shared braincell was activated and currently made it its mission to come up with ways to catch you next time. Embarassing you was their thing after all.

#remus x male reader #remus lupin smut #remus lupin #remus lupin x male reader #marauders smut

[kiwiwritescrap]

Part 3 (Parasite Au)

*falls from a high place* HELLO THERE

Well i guess i’ll keep running with this au, which I am calling the ✨Parasite au✨ (wow so creative) Very creative name choices aside, enjoy! (this series is going to rapidly spin out of control, but y’know that’s fine)

“Come on, there has to be something here.” Scar ran his hand along the spines of books on his shelves, scanning the titles. He already had about twenty books stacked on his desk, including the one Grian had given him. He pulled a promising looking one from the shelf titled ‘Demons And Cosmic Horrors: Explanations and Exorcisms’. He flipped through the pages, but found nothing useful except a bookmark that he had been looking for for ages. He set the book aside into the pile of notebooks and texts, sighing. Jellie leapt up onto the desk and purred. Scar scratched her head and kept looking through the shelves. Jellie meowed, then turned to the towering stack of books. Scar glanced over at her. “Jellie, don’t…” Scar started. Jellie pushed her head into the pile and knocked it over, spilling the books all over the floor. “Knock that over. Great.” Scar began to pick up the fallen books, and came across one that had come open when it slid off the desk. He had remembered going through it, and seeing symbols scrawled into the margins. What he didn’t realize was that the symbols were galactic. “Galactic… Jellie, you’re a genius!” Scar exclaimed, almost falling over. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Scar. It could be nothing.” He stared at the symbols, and when he was about to translate them, he saw a message next to them that he had also missed. “If you are reading this, it is too late for my world. The key to destroying a parasite entity lies in this riddle, although I was unable to decode it in time to save my dimension.” Scar read. “Maybe…” He fixed his eyes on the galactic symbols.

ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⎓╎リ↸ ||𝙹⚍∷ ∴ᔑ|| ⎓𝙹ꖎꖎ𝙹∴ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᒷ||ᒷ 𝙹⎓ ↸ᔑ|| ╎リℸ ̣ 𝙹 ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷᔑ ||𝙹⚍ ⎓╎リ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ꖌᒷ|| ᔑリ ╎ᓭꖎᔑリ↸ ⎓ᔑ∷ ᓭᒷᔑ∷ᓵ⍑ ⎓𝙹∷ ᔑ ᓭ⍑╎リ╎リ⊣ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ ||𝙹⚍ ᒲ⚍ᓭℸ ̣ !¡ᔑ|| ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ꖌᒷᒷ!¡ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ʖᒷᔑᓭℸ ̣ ╎リᓭ╎↸ᒷ ᔑℸ ̣ ʖᔑ||

Scar took a moment, translating. His galactic was a bit rusty, but he was able to translate it rather well. “To find your way, follow the eye of day. Into the sea, you find the key. An island far, search for a shining star. You must pay, to keep the beast inside at bay.” He read, writing the translation down on a separate piece of paper. “Well what’s that supposed to mean?” He sat the book down on his desk. He pulled his communicator from his pocket. “Grian? Do you hear me? I think I found something.”

“On my way over now.” Grian’s voice crackled from the device. A few moments later, Grian rushed into Scar’s study. “What is it?” He said.

“Look at this.” Scar handed Grian the paper.

“It’s a poem.” He said.

“It’s the instructions to defeat a parasitic entity.” Scar said triumphantly. “I don’t know what it means though.”

“Well let’s be logical.” Grian said.

“Going to be hard for me to do that.” Scar chuckled.

“Ha ha. Look at the first line. ‘To find your way, follow the eye of day.’ That has to be talking about the sun, right?” Grian asked.

“You’re right. And it says to follow it, so we go west. What about ‘into the sea, you find the key’?” Scar leaned on the desk.

“It probably means if we travel west, we’ll find an ocean that we have to travel across. ‘an island far, search for a shining star.” Grian said. “There’s an island that we have to get to. The star is probably referencing what we’ll find on the island.”

“And ‘You must pay, to keep the beast inside at bay?’ I’m going to guess it doesn’t mean diamonds.” Scar said skeptically.

“Sadly, no. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Grian sighed. “What now?”

“I don’t know. We should start looking for the ocean as soon as possible.” Scar said. A question had been nagging him for a while now. “Do we tell the others?”

“I…” Grian paused. “Only if we have to.”

“Okay. Get some rest, it’s late.” Scar waved his friend out, then blew the candle on his desk out and climbed into bed, exhausted.

The next morning, he woke up and went outside, stretching in the early morning air. He walked over and greeted Grian, who was digging through a chest. Scar continued on the path, waving to Cleo and Joe, who were farming. Bdubs was talking to Gem and Impulse, holding a redstone-covered shulker box. Stress was tending to her flowers, and Xisuma was feeding his cows. Scar smiled. A scream split the air behind him. Scar whipped around. Curled on the ground, was Grian. He was twitching and convulsing, thrashing around. He opened his eyes wide, which were flashing between purple and brown. His wings were beginning to turn darker. The sound had drawn X, Joe, and Cleo over.

“What’s wrong with him?” Xisuma asked.

“I’ll explain later, but I’m going to need help. He’s hard to contain when this happens.” Scar said quickly.

“Contain?” Cleo said, drawing their sword. Grian was standing now, his back turned.

“Grian?” X approached him. Grian whipped around and struck him, knocking him away.

“That’s not Grian.” Scar said. Grian dove at him, and he leapt out of the way.

“We need to stop him!” Joe shouted.

“How?!” Xisuma yelled back. He was pushing Grian back with his sword, which worked until Grian ripped the sword from his hand and cast it aside. Scar waved his hand, a vine bursting from the ground and restraining Grian momentarily. Cleo tossed chains to X, Scar, and Joe.

“These should hold him!” She shouted. Grian tore the vine apart, then ran at Scar, clawing and biting at him. Scar barely managed to push him back using his shield. Grian went flying backwards and Cleo swung her chain, which caught around his ankle. Joe swung theirs, which wrapped around his other ankle. Cleo and Joe pulled Grian to the ground and X threw the chain he was holding, which restrained Grian’s right wrist. Scar tossed his and tugged on it as it locked around Grian’s left wrist. Grian thrashed, trying to free himself from the chains, but they held tight. The others had run over and stood, stunned.

“Stress, put him to sleep.” Scar said. Stress jumped a bit, then pulled a flower from her pocket and tapped the pollen on Grian’s face. He stopped fighting and collapsed, asleep.

“Now that that’s dealt with���” Xisuma turned to Scar. “What was that?”

“Well…” Scar began, then explained the situation.

“A demon? That can level our world and wants to kill you?!” Xisuma said, a level of shock and anger in his voice. “And you didn’t tell us?”

“We were going to!” Scar protested. “We found a way to stop it.” He said.

“Alright. Bdubs, Impulse, move Grian to somewhere secure. Scar and I have planning to do.”

#grian #desert duo #parasite hc au #here we gooooo #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft #gtws hermitcraft