#youre on my mind offen

[glitchneedles]

sam means so much to me, i would literally die for you, sweetheart. you're the best boyfriend a guy could ask for. i love you so much, my sweet. i would kill for you 🔪

i crave you rn. i miss you. pleaee <3.... sam sam sam sam sam sam i love yoooou~

honey, when i see you next, i want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. just stay there. let me inhale your scent and indulge in your warmth.

#irl yandere #actually bpd #obsessive thoughts #irl yan #obsessive yandere #obsession #bpd fp #my boyfriend #in love #down horrendous #samsamsamsam #sam #i love you sam #i miss you #youre on my mind offen #kissin you #snoggin you #actually borderline #actually mentally ill #bpd #bpd thoughts #bpd blog #bpd vent #yandere #mentally insane #mentally unstable #vent #mr sam sir #i love you sm #glitcheneedlespost

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。PLAN B — ALHAITHAM.

alhaitham has long resigned to the reality that as long as he’s dating you, there can never be an argument he can fully win with logic alone. all his life, his brain has carried him above men in the most impressive of ways, granted him effortless victories that he’s strategized in just a few quick seconds—except no matter how impressive, his brain is no match for your stubbornness.

one time, he even overhears the general mahamatra mumble, it seems like he’s met his match. to this day, the moment haunts him in his sleep sometimes.

but he figures cyno is right (though no one should ever tell him this) because otherwise, alhaitham, the akademiya’s scribe and current acting grand sage, would never be buying flowers and standing before you to apologize for something he didn’t even do.

well, he did—it’s just that he did in a dream, not reality.

“oh, has the cheater come back for my hand again?” you spit, crossing your arms and looking to the side with a hmph.

the universe must be having a field day with this show, he thinks, the show of alhaitham’s life taking complicated turns in places they simply do not have to. woefully, he’s sure kaveh is enjoying this, at least. otherwise the architect wouldn’t be sitting on the opposite couch and watching in pure glee.

“technically, i didn’t cheat,” alhaitham argues, “that was the alhaitham of your conjured imagination. the real alhaitham was peacefully sleeping until he was rudely pushed off of the mattress despite having work in a few hours—”

“i don’t speak to cheaters,” you huff.

alhaitham figures it’s now time to put plan b into action. plan b is as follows: to buy your favorite type of flowers and present them to you, all while dinner from your favorite restaurant sits on the table waiting. as soon as your eyes light up at the sight of the flowers, he’ll be able to skillfully sneak his way beside you on the couch, pull you close with one arm, and before you realize what he’s done, he’ll lead you to the dining table with your usual order waiting for you.

it’s a fool proof plan, he thinks—all plans of his have always had a ninety nine percent success rate, and this is no different. the only reason there’s not a one hundred percent success rate is solely and entirely due to the fact that he cannot plan for unforeseeable circumstances that occur last minute. these circumstances are beyond his control, but the small statistical chance of them occurring puts his mind at ease that in a few short minutes, all will be back to normal.

“these are for you,” he says, holding out the bouquet he bought—which was rather expensive, might he add.

and then, because the universe hates him, that one percent chance of an unforeseeable circumstance presents itself at the most inopportune of times.

“why is this one dead?” you raise a brow, pointing to the flower in the corner he failed to notice.

wonderful, he thinks. kaveh snorts, and alhaitham simply let’s his shoulders sag.

“well,” he starts, “i didn’t notice that one. forgive me—”

“just like you didn’t notice my presence while you cheated on me, huh? yeah, for the akademiya’s scribe, you sure do miss a lot,” you glare daggers at him.

“but i didn’t—”

“it’s your fault i dreamt that in the first place,” you hiss, “who’s plan allowed the people of sumeru to dream again?”

“yes,” kaveh adds from the corner, “do tell, alhaitham. who’s brilliant plan has lead to this situation?”

“certainly not yours,” alhaitham shoots back, crossing his arms as he raises a brow at the insufferable blonde, “if it were up to you to make the plans, we’d have quit before we even start.”

“don’t be rude to kaveh,” you scold, “kaveh would never cheat on me.”

“of course i wouldn’t,” kaveh agrees.

alhaitham pinches himself in hopes this is all his dream and he can wake up from this torturous nightmare.

“kaveh is behind on rent and acutely single. the only place kaveh could cheat on you is in his own dreams,” alhaitham argues, which earns an offended sound of indignation from his roommate.

“if this is your way of apologizing, it sucks,” you sulk, refusing to meet his eyes.

with a heavy sigh, alhaitham sets down the flowers and hesitantly—he does not wish to be shoved to the floor a second time in one day—settles beside you on the couch.

“i would never be unfaithful to you. i love you,” he says simply, but his voice is delicate, serious, like he means it. “i love you because you brighten each day, and make them far more tolerable by your side—even despite your occasional illogical fits of rage. and i will continue to love you even when i am the target of them.”

“seriously?” kaveh gapes in disbelief, “that’s your apology? are you trying to be broken up with—”

“really?” you ask, hopeful.

“of course,” alhaitham nods, and if the corner of his eyes shoot kaveh a smug look…well, only kaveh sees it.

“you’ve never cheated on me?” you narrow your eyes, searching for confirmation in his.

he grabs your hands, nodding. “never,” he assures.

“okay,” you nod, “as long as you’ve learned your lesson, i can look past the mistakes of the alhaitham of my dreams.”

“the alhaitham of your reality is so graciously thankful,” he says sarcastically.

you giggle. he smiles softly. kaveh rolls his eyes and walks to his room.

“well, alhaitham of my reality,” you hum, moving to cup his cheeks and lean in until your lips are just barely touching his, “i love you too. even despite how you infuriate me—including in my dreams.”

“it’s an unfortunate quality all potential versions of alhaitham come with,” he chuckles, and then his lips are pressed to yours firmly.

and you know, from this kiss alone, from the way he holds you like you’re the first bloom of spring after a harsh winter, that you’re the only one he has room for in his heart.

plan b had a few unexpected complications, but as always, alhaitham adds another successful attempt to his list.

this reader is so me-coded pls look away 😭

#i’m still on hiatus don’t throw tomatoes at me i just rly had to get this idea out there #teepods.writings #drabbles. #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff

[luvyeni]

late night talk in bff heeseung’s car which turns into an innocent but steamy car sex

BACKSEAT LOVIN ; LEE HEESEUNG

pairings. bff!heeseung x fem!reader

wc. 1k+

warnings. car sex , dry humping , unprotected sex , boob sucking, dirty talk, nicknames ,

i hope you like it <3

your bestfriend invites you on a late night drive to your favorite spot

—

"he did not." heeseung interrupted your story about about the horrible date you've been on , you guys recently moved to different colleges , so you haven't had the time to spend together. "i swear on my life heeseung , he straight up kicked my baby , my dog off the bed , and then tried to stick his gross tongue down my throat." you both gagged at the visual image. "i was more so offened at the fact he kicked my baby off the bed , like have you lost your mind." you scoffed taking a sip of your soda.

"how could he treat poor kura like that?" he loved your dog , he really did, but he was more upset at the fact that the boy tried to kiss you. "he wasn't even that cute , so as soon as he left , i blocked his number." he was glad , he didn't want you around any guy like that — or any guy for that matter. "good , you don't need to be around guys like that." that made your heart flutter just a bit , but you shook it off.

you coughed , moving on. "so what about you?" you tilted your head to the side. "have you been bringing pretty girls up to our spot ?" you took another sip of your soda , teasingly wiggling your eyebrows , making him whine. "you know i haven't , this is our spot , i would never bring anyone but you." you looked down trying not to smile. "but no there hasn't been anyone up here , or anyone at all for that matter."

heeseung was only interested in one girl , at that's the one who's legs were currently draped across his lap , you. ever since you guys started spending less and less time together , he found himself missimg you more and more — more than he should miss his bestfriend, and being in this car with you tonight confirmed that he definitely didn't see you as just bestfriends anymore.

"why none at all?" you questioned , of course you didn't want him to bring other girls or date any for that matter , but you had to keep the conversation going. "i'm just not intrested in them." he decided he was just gonna go for it , rubbing your calves , automatically catching your breathing starting to get heavier. "r-really?" you questioned , his hands were getting higher and higher.

"yeah." his eyes flickering down to your lips. "y/n?" he did not take his eyes off your lips , desperate to kiss you. "yes seungie." your heart was about to fall into your ass. "can i please kiss you?" his voice was low , like he would die if he didn't get to taste your lips. "please." he didn't wait anymore , pressing his soft lips against yours , they felt better than what ever you imagined.

his hand was placed under your thigh , dangerously close to your ass. both of your lips moving together like silk on skin. the little noises coming from your mouth , making his cock harden , straining against his slacks , you could fell it against your legs. he pulled away , breathless but still wanting more , he was addicted.

"what are you doing to me?" he whispered , kissing your neck , leaving little marks. "h-heeseung , please i need you." you mewled , grabbing one of his hands , placing it on your boobs. he squeezed your boob , massaging it through your top. "so soft baby." he pulled away once again. "take your top off." you reached below , grabbing the end of the shirt , pulling it over your head , throwing it somewhere. he reached around , undoing your bra , your nipples hardening due to the air.

"such pretty tits." he brought his mouth to your nipples , engulfing your boobs. "oh my- hee." you mewled softly , running your fingers through his hair. he opened your legs , slotting himself in between them , grinding his hips against yours , groaning at the sensation — you matched his movements , grinding your hips. "it feels so good." you moaned , the sensation making your brain fuzzy.

"seungie , im gonna cum." he finally detached his mouth from your nipples. "yeah , gonna cum for me?" you nodded , he smiled at your swollen lips , from biting down on them. "cum for me pretty girl." you wrapped your legs around his waist , cumming. "oh sh-shit." you breathed. "that felt so good." he sat up , about to hand you your shirt , when you climbed into his lap.

"oh no , you do-" you shut him up with a kiss. "i want your cock inside me." you whispered in his ear , biting his lobe as you pulled at his pants button. "i-i don't have a condom." he stuttered , you pulled his cock out , stroking it. "i don't care , i want you inside me." you let a glob of spit fall from your mouth , using it as lube. "sh-shit , hurry and sit on my cock before i cum." he threw his head back as you moved your panties to the side , lining his cock up with your cunt , sinking down on him.

"oh-oh fuck , your so fucking tight." he groaned. "so big." you fully sat down on him , holding on to the hair behind his head. "such a good girl , taking all of my fat cock." he groaned , holding your hips , helping you move your hips back and forth. "come on , bounce on my cock." he slapped your ass.

you were glad that no one came up here , because the way you both were loudy moaning , and the fact the car was slowly rocking , anybody could tell what was going on , but neither of you cared , the only this you guys were worried about was cumming. "fuck princess , you keep clenching around my cock , gonna cum." he moaned. "m-me too."

he pinched your nipples , rolling them around in his fingers. "that feel good?" you nodded. "you gonna cream my cock like a good girl." you nodded dipping your head in between his shoulders , sucking on his neck. "cum for me pretty girl." you moaned against his neck , cumming around his cock.

"fuck , baby you gotta get up , im gonna cum." you shook your head no. "if you don't im gonna cum." he tried to hold off. "want it inside." he almost came there. "fu-fuck , are you sure?" you nodded. "please cum inside me." he groaned , thrusting up into you a few times , before cumming inside your hole. "so full." you sighed , letting him finish. "you feeling full princess?" you nodded.

you both stayed like that for a while , just soaking in each other's company , talking about random things , giggling while giving each other little random kisses.

"i want to see you all the time." he intertwined your hands. "my apartment isn't that far from your college , how about you move out of your dorm and move in with me." he said. "really? that's a big commitment hee." you said , but he didn't care. "i want to be with you , i want to spend mornings with you before we have to get ready for school , and i want to see you when i get home from a stressful day." you kissed his lips , smiling against his. "let's do it." he smiled , his cock twitching inside you once again.

"did confessing your love for me , and asking me to move in before you even ask me on date turn you on." he trusted up into you , rendering you speechless.

"i'll take you on a date tomorrow , right now i want to fill you with my cum again."

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen fic #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #lee heeseung hard hours #lee heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #lee heeseung smut

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Request: Chris and the Reader doing a Instagram live where they Cooking together. Chris offen Check her out and the Comment gets Pretty Hot 😜😜

Hot Stuff... Chris Evans x reader (Can be read as part 7)

<Part 6<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, nicknames (sweetheart, baby girl), teasing, light spanking?, mentions of possible daddy kink, Chris being all about the butt

Warnings: fluff, swearing, Chris being his usual butt man self, horny thoughts, pictures not mine

"WE'RE BACK!" You called out letting Dodger enter the house before you.

"I'm in here, sweetheart," Chris answered as he angled his laptop that sat on top of the kitchen island so most of the kitchen was in view.

Dodger was first to run into the kitchen, heading over to his bed that already had a treat waiting for him.

You followed behind him and walked up to Chris with a soft smile. You wrapped your arms around his waist from the side, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I thought you might have started without me." You smiled up at him nervously.

Chris smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. "Of course not. If you're not ready to start then we don't start." He nodded to the laptop.

Chris usually didn't look forward to doing live Q&A's, but this one he was excited to do this. His fans had been asking for a while now if they could 'meet you'. He'd posted little things here and there on Instagram and Twitter after you attended the premieres with him and for the most part, everyone had been lovely. Of course, there had also been a few comments that pissed him off and upset you but Chris was quick to defend you and reassure you that he loved you. When Chris approached you about doing the Q&A with him this time, he expected you to tell him no, but you had agreed, on one condition, that you did it whilst cooking dinner together.

"Okay... Well, let's start now before I change my mind altogether." You drew in a shaky breath.

Chris chuckled, "How about we post a picture first? Let people know we're about ready to start." Chris said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

You nodded. "Okay... but take a picture of, Dodger," You looked down at where he laid in his bed. "God, he's cute."

Chris chuckled again. "Well, I'm not gonna argue there." He bent down in front of Dodger and took a quick picture of him, grinning as you cooed at him over Chris' shoulder.

ChrisEvans: Dodger's got a front-row seat to mine and y/l-y/l/n live Q&A that's about to start!!

Once Chris had uploaded the picture he wrapped his arms around you. "Don't be nervous, sweetheart. It's just you, me and Dodger." Chris whispered as you hugged him back. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Other than the thousands of people watching us and asking all sorts of questions." You mumbled against his chest.

"Nothing to worry about. We just answer the questions we want to. If you start to feel uncomfortable just say and we'll stop." He kissed the top of your head before untangling himself from you. "Ready?" He asked as he cupped your face in his large hands.

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Ready."

Chris sent you a wink as he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you in front of him, pressing a final kiss to your temple before starting the live video.

"Hey, guys, Chris Evans here and as promised, so is the lovely and gorgeous, Y/n ." Chris smiled at you as he gave your hip a reassuring squeeze.

You waved your hand nervously, "Hello." You gave a small smile to the camera, trying not to look at the comments that were flying in.

"Now, we will answer as many questions as we can but we're also trying to cook dinner at the same time and, I don't know about you, sweetheart, but I am starving." Chris looked at you.

You nodded, "Me too. I've been looking forward to making dinner."

Chris nodded as he looked at the screen and chuckled as he read some of the comments. "Who's in charge in the kitchen?" He pointed to you making you blush. "Y/n, is very much the boss in the kitchen. I just do as I'm told."

You nodded. "You're getting better though. I love, your pesto eggs."

"It's like two ingredients." He chuckled making you roll your eyes.

"Three if you use salt." You joked making Chris laugh.

CEvansgrl: OHMYGOD!

CaptainAmazing: They're so cute!

Iloveyouchris: What are you cooking??

Chris smiled, "Tell 'em what we're cooking, sweetheart."

"So, Chris obviously has a strict diet to stick to when he's filming so, I like to make this egg fried rice dish, that has chicken and looooads of vegetables in. I try to make it as healthy as possible without it being boring. Or I hope it isn't boring." You looked at Chris hopeful.

He nodded his head, "I love your chicken fried rice. It covers practically everything in my diet and it tastes amazing." He smiled. "We should get started actually."

You nodded. "Definitely." You smiled before giving his cheek a quick kiss and moved over to the refrigerator.

As you grabbed everything you needed, Chris answered a few questions, asking you a couple whilst you were off camera knowing that's where you felt more comfortable.

"Want me to make a start on the vegetables, sweetheart?" Chris asked as he stood beside you.

You nodded, "Please. I'll get the rice on and season the chicken."

Chris nodded and stood facing the camera as you poured the rice into cooker before deciding to take your hoodie off. As you moved around Chris he did a double take, unable to stop himself from staring at your butt. God, he loved the yoga pants you wore.

Ari-is-a-dilf: OHMYGOD! Chris is such a ass man 😂

Ransom'smydaddy: Chris is staring at her butt!

Chris cleared his throat and looked at the comments. "Oh... This is a good question," He chuckled. "Which of my characters is your favorite?" He looks at you with a playful smile, already knowing your answer.

You began to blush, "What do you mean favorite? Because I love Jake Jensen-"

"But he's not the one you'd fu-" You covered Chris' mouth with a gasp.

"You can't say that." You giggled making him laugh into your hand. "And I definitely would."

Chris nodded, "Oh, I know... But he's not the one who you think is 'daddy material'." Chris teased making you cover your face with your hands and groan.

ChrisEgirl: OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!

marvelslut69: They definitely have a daddy kink 😏

CaptainAmazing: Yep! Why do I get the feeling they're super kinky!!

CEvansgrl: OHMYGOD! Who's daddy?

Ari-is-a-dilf: Y/n is living our dream

Iloveyouchris: Who does y/n think is daddy material?? I need to know!

"Are you gonna tell 'em?" Chris asked with a playful smile.

You groaned again, "This is mean." You said with a huff, "Fine, okay... Andy Barber... And Ransom but for different reasons."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Different reasons, sure."

You began laughing at him. "What? Andy, is protective of his family and you know for a fact if you were a brat he'd punish you, but he'd also be soft with you most of the time. Whereas, Ransom's, an asshole, so he'd do things to piss you off so you would be a brat so he could punish you. He'd want you to call him daddy because it gives him power." You shrugged.

Chris shook his head, "So you haven't thought about it then?" He teased making you laugh.

You gave his bicep a playful pat and turned back around missing the way Chris watched your every move as he licked his lips. He really did like those yoga pants you were wearing.

CEvansgrl: You're staring again Chris!

Iloveyouchris: Man can't keep his eyes off her butt 😂😏

Ari-is-a-dilf: How did you guys meet?

Chris grinned, "How did we meet?" He looked at you over his shoulder. "Through Scott, actually."

You smiled to yourself. "I still can't believe I didn't realise you and Scott were brothers." You laughed. "What a goof." You shook your head.

Chris chuckled, "Oh, man, you should have seen her face when she walked into the coffee shop."Chris pulled a surprised face before he burst out laughing and grabbed his left peck.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "What? I was freaking out on the inside that Chris Evans was in the same coffee store as me... Then you waved and came over to me, so I was freaking out even more..."

"Don't worry, you looked cute." He winked at you making you blush.

marvelslut69: God, they're cute!

Marry-me-chris: What do you do for a living y/n?

"I actually write and illustrate children's books." You smiled into the camera. "It's not very cool, I know." You lowered your face as your face began blushing.

Chris scoffed, "Are you kidding? Take a look at this illustration of, Dodger she did." He jogged across the kitchen into the connecting room where the piano was and grabbed the drawing that sat framed on top.

You shook your head with a smile as Chris held it up to the camera so it was filling the screen.

"How awesome is that?" He grinned before looking at you.

CaptainAmazing: wow!

Ransom'smydaddy: love it

Ari-is-a-dilf: yay! Love you Dodger x

"It's nothing..." You smiled bashfully. "I need to... Uhm..." You turned around and went back to doing what you were meant to be focusing on.

Chris smirked to himself as he watched you bend over and pull out a pan from where they were kept. Fuck, he needed to rip those pants open and fuck you hard.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a giggle. "Have you finished the vegetables?" You asked knowing he hadn't.

"Oh, uh... nearly, sweetheart." Chris quickly went back to the vegetables, chopping them any way to get them done.

You raised your eyebrow as you stood by his side. "Really? Thought my ass was too distracting for you." You teased.

Chris' cheeks reddened momentarily before his eyes darkened. "Don't start misbehaving." He chuckled and handed you the chopping board with the vegetables on.

You stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to the hob, giving your butt a sway as you did, only to let out a startled gasp after Chris smacked your backside. You looked back at him, "Chris,"

He smirked at you. "I warned ya'."

ChrisEgirl: 😮

"It's not my fault. You're the one who can't stop staring at my butt." You rolled your eyes and continued cooking.

Chris scoffed, "Well it's not my fault when you wear those damn yoga pants." He sneaked another look and bit his bottom lip. It was like you were trying to kill him.

You turned around to face him with a pout. "You don't like them?"

Chris groaned and dropped his head back. "Baby girl, y'know I love them..."

"So why are you complaining?"

"Because they distract m-" Chris frowned, "Wait... You went out in them." He said.

You nodded. "Only to take Dodger for a walk... Why?"

"No, no, you have those other ones that you wear to the gym, don't you?" Chris asked looking a little panicked. You nodded. "That's it," Chris shook his head, "You're never wearing them outside of the house again."

Your eyes widened before you burst out laughing. "You can't be serious, Chris."

He nodded. "I don't want anyone else getting distracted by you're butt... That's my job." He pouted.

Your head fell back with laughter as you tried to stay up right, holding onto Chris' arm for support. Chris join in laughing as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

AndyBarberismydaddy: BET HE SPANKS HER!

CEvansgrl: Chris is definitely y/n's daddy!

Iloveyouchris: HE'S WEARING GREY SWEATS!!

marvelslut69: You guys are dirty, aren't you?

CaptainAmazing: they love each other so much!! 🥺

Marry-me-chris: they gonna bang after this

Ransom'smydaddy: OHMYGOD! Bet they role play all the time 😏

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[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

Jizz Fingers║ ⓞⓝⓔⓢⓗⓞⓣⓢ

|| ꂵꍏꀤꈤ ꂵꍏꌗ꓄ꍟꋪ꒒ꀤꌗ꓄ || | PAIRING(s): alien!Joel x reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.2k | CONTENT: This is a crackfic. Joel is not Joel. He’s an alien that can shapeshift and isn’t into the splorgimums on their own planet. He wants to nut in you with his creampie fingers. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s not supposed to be anything but fun and sexy and silly. It’s meta. It’s tongue-in-cheek. It’s self-indulgent. If you’re not into that kinda thing then idk what to tell ya, bud. 

| SYNOPSIS: u get creampied by a dick finger alien Joel Miller.

The sonorous silver ship glided above you before descending gently into a large clearing in the field ahead. Bright light flooded your vision as a hidden door pushed away from the spacecraft and revealed an occupant.

It appeared to have an amorphous, fluid corporeal form, but no matter the shape it always remained an off-white greenish gray color. Six large onyx orbs were situated near the top of the form. You assumed they must be eyes or some other sort of organ. When the greenish grey flaps snapped together and apart a few times in quick succession, you realized they were in fact lidded eyes.

A warbled voice sounded inside your mind. “Do not be afraid. I come in peace, and I stand before you with no intention of harming you.”

You realize the creature is speaking to you through your own mind.

You should be afraid, but instead you’re just fascinated and exhilarated. You aren’t sure why they’d say the same thing twice, though, just in a slightly different way. You also aren’t sure if you should respond in your head, out loud, or at all.

“That’s kinda a weird thing to say. Like, you said it twice,” you point out, speaking loudly and clearly enough that the creature can hear you.

At least, you think they can hear you. You don’t see any ears. Then again, they possess the capability of telepathic speech, and there must be some equivalent to hearing for that. You try to think what that is called or what that might be called when the creature shifts back and forth but still doesn’t approach.

“Those were two separate statements,” the voice in your mind contends firmly.

“Huh?” you ask. You’re sure you sound dumb, but you were never really going to be a match for a higher level intelligent being anyways.

“When I bust, it is peaceful for every being involved. I also greet you with good intentions,” the voice patiently clarifies.

Suddenly you are standing no more than arm’s length away from the being. “I saved your achilles the trouble,” the voice in your mind said, as if it was some huge favor.

“My achilles is fine,” you grumble awkwardly. “I know I should hit leg day more, but sometimes it’s just so–”

“Our sex organs are complimentary,” the voice interrupts. “We could perform the Divine Dance, if you’d like.”

You wanted to ask why they had to come all the way to Earth just to get laid, but you think better of it.

“The splorgimums on my planet just don’t get me,” the voice explains. You realize you said your thought aloud.

“Oh. Uh, okay. S-Sorry about that. I, uh, didn’t mean to offen–”

The creature waves a gelatinous blob arm dismissively. “No offense taken. You’re not like other splorgimums. I can tell. You’re different,” it assures you.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks. “Oh. Well, uh–” an awkward giggle “—thank you. But I’m not really that special, here on Earth I mean. There are other women who are wayyyyyy more attractive. Oh! I know! You should try driving by Doja Cat’s house because oh my god she is so. fucking. fine. Like, if I had her in that I’m A Cow Bitch Moo costume for 5 minutes I’d—”

“No. No Doja Kitties. Only you.”

You shrug and accept their obsession with you.

“Okay. So now what? I don’t know where your Divine Dance hole is, and your floating blobs are sort of freaking me out,” you admit.

You keep tabs on the hovering goops that orbit the creature. They remind you of the time you tried to make Key Lime Jello Shots for your uncle’s cousin’s dog’s recital but added too much vodka.

“I can take the form of something pleasing to you. An earth male, perhaps? The female of your species is more difficult to capture as they are far superior.”

“So fuckin’ true,” you agree. “But, hhmmmm, a male specimen? I mean, I hate all men, but Pedro Pascal seems pretty decent. Maybe you could turn into Joel Miller? You know, from The Last of Us?”

The creature nods — you think it’s a nod — and transforms into Joel. Game Joel.

“Oh, uh, look, Pixel Daddy is fine as hell, especially in part 2, but I meant the HBO adaptation of the game. Please,” you correct.

“How’s this?” Pedro’s version of Joel’s voice asks aloud.

Your pussy bottoms out. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

You disrobe completely as you enter the spacecraft.

“I set it to 72º Fahrenheit. Is that a suitable climate for your meat suit?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Mr. Alien, could you, like, put more of the twang into his voice? And use words like he does?  Like, how he sounds on the show? You know what, let’s watch a few clips to get it right.”

You pull up your account on your phone, but it takes you a minute to find it because you forgot they changed it from HBO Max Go to just Max. “So fuckin’ stupid. Purple is a better color than blue anyway,” you mumble to yourself as you pull up an episode.

The galactic creature uses some magical time skip thing to binge the entire series and gets a yucky smudge of goop on your phone screen when it attempts to find season 2.

“There’s just one season? Please tell me there’s another one,” Joel implores.

“Yeah, there’s a second season, but it’s not out yet,” you inform him.

“Damn. But you said there’s two games already? So what happens in the second game?” he asks.

“You know what, we super don’t need to get into that right now. Let’s see what you’re working with,” you quickly change the subject and grab at his crotch.

He grunts in approval. “Needy lil thing, aren’t’cha? You want my cock, baby?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Did you use a time jump thing to read a whole bunch of Joel Miller smutfic on Tumblr?”

Joel blushes and scratches the back of his neck. “Eh, mighta read a few.”

“Oh my god, you’re gonna be super nasty and dominant, aren’t you?” you sigh.

“Only if that’s what you want, baby. I’m a consent king,” he assures you.

“Well, alright then. I want you to rawdog me and slap my ass, okay?”

He smirks and pulls you close. “I’ll give ya what I give ya, and you just gotta take it,” he grunts into your neck as he nibbles and sucks downward.

You gasp at the sensation and grind your hips into him. “Oh fuck, Joel,” you whine. “I want you to wreck me, please!”

“Gonna fill that cunt up,” he says gruffly as he gropes your ass and breasts.

“Yes, Daddy, please!” you beg.

He pauses for a moment and looks confused.

“Oh, uh, you must not have got to those kind of fics–” you cough awkwardly “–uh, anyway. Sorry. Joel. Yes, Joel, please.”

“I can sense the vibrations of your inner sex organ when you call me that. If it is sexually gratifying to you, I wholly welcome the use of it,” the original voice says inside your mind.

“Oh wow. I love that you’re not kink shaming me. Glad you didn’t make it to that side of Tumblr,” you huff in a laugh.

Joel suddenly pins you against the wall and presses his hard, clothed cock against your bare skin. Even through the denim you can tell he’s huge. Apparently all those fic writers were right all along.

“Who’s gonna fill up that pretty cunt uh’yours, huh?” he demands as he grabs the back of your neck for leverage.

“Y-You, Daddy,” you say in an aroused tremble.

“That’s fuckin’ right. When my fat cock is inside you, I better hear you singin’ some thank you’s to Daddy for fillin’ you up so good,” he warns.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl,” you promise. 

He flips you around without warning and pushes your chest flush against the wall. 

“Even good girls need to be reminded every once in a while what happens if they don’t listen to Daddy,” he says in a low gruff.

His clothes have magically disappeared with the help of his alien outerspace boi powers. You feel him firm against your backside before a harsh slap of his palm replaces it. You jump and yelp in pain at the surprise spanking.

“Mmmm, pretendin’ you don’t want it, but I feel you pushin’ your ass back for more,” he taunts. 

You whine because he’s right. You can only imagine the derisive comments he’d make if he felt how wet you are. 

He lands another three harsh swats on the same patch of skin. Tears prickle up in your eyes. “D-Daddy,” you moan. 

“You gonna thank Daddy for keepin’ you in line, baby?” Another swat. It stings so much you know there must be an imprint of his hand clearly outlined by your welting red flesh.

“Thank you, Daddy!” you choke out. “Th-Thank you for k-keeping me your good girl and not letting me b-be bad, Daddy. I only wanna be good for you, Daddy!” you wail.

“That’s what I like’tuh hear, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Ask Daddy to make you into his own little cocksleeve. Ask Daddy to give you this big, fat cock.”

You whimper as he slips his length between your folds and rubs back and forth in teasing passes. 

“Daddy, I want you to use my pussy. I need it so bad. Please. I just wanna be your cocksleeve. Use my holes, Daddy,” you whimper.

You barely finish your sentence when he flips you around again and lines himself up with your entrance. Apparently the alien creature was just as into this as you are because their altered form reverted back to the amorphous gray green blob. You’re way too horny to be picky about it right now, so you squeeze your eyes shut. You forgot to charge your vibrator, anyway.

Their penis was more like fingers that kinda moved around randomly. You don’t know. You’re not an astrophysicist or whoever it is that would best be knowledgeable about alien wieners.   

Its spongy gray appendage felt firm and slimy as it entered you. There was some sort of phantom connection to your mouth and throat as well, the sensation of its finger-penis dragging back and forth, able to be felt in both your pussy and your mouth. It was weird, but you knew if it was Joel Miller doing it then it would somehow become totally fine and very hot. 

“You’re getting too lost in the sauce,” you whine. “You’re in your true form again. Change back.”

“Mmmmm, sorry, baby,” came the familiar gravelly voice once more.

When you felt brave enough to open your eyes again, you saw those familiar Wreck-It-Ralph sausage fingers and sighed in relief. The alien had changed back to your preferred form of Joel Miller as portrayed  by José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal.

As much as you wanted to stare at his face, you also wanted him to dick you down through the floorboards of the ship. You wiggle to sink down onto your hands and knees. “Wanna be wide open for you, Daddy,” you pout.

He makes an approving growling noise and scrambles behind you, shoving you downward between your shoulder blades until your face is smushed into the floor. He makes no effort to warn you before slamming his entire length into you. The impact of his wide tip against your cervix is so forceful it punches the air out of your lungs. You let out a panicked, strangled moan, suddenly unsure if you were going to be able to take this dick like a champ.

Joel grabs your hips for leverage and starts pistoning rough, deep strokes into your drenched pussy. “Gaahh–Goddamn! Fuckin’ chokin’ it, honey,” he rasps in a labored voice. “Feel so fuckin’ tight for me.”

“It’s s-so big, Daddy. I dunno if I can take it,” you cry.

“You can take it. You can take it for Daddy. Be a good girl or m'gonna hafta punish you,” he cautions. As a reminder of what that might entail, he strikes your backside so hard your entire body jerks as you let out a sob.

A high pitched moan gathers in Joel’s throat as you start to accommodate his size. “Yeah, fuckin’ like that, huh? Like when Daddy spanks you? Makes ya listen?”

“You’re so good to me, Daddy!” you sob. Your arousal is practically dripping down your thighs. You listen to the hum of the engines mixing with the sounds of your drooling cunt being fed Joel’s massive cock over and over again. He grabs your wrists and pulls you upward, using your limbs like reins on a horse. You have no control over the depth of penetration in these positions, and Joel is opting for nothing less than utterly devastating your pussy.

“M’gonna give you these fingers, too, baby. Know you can take it,” he pants.

He releases your arms and lets you scramble to catch yourself before faceplanting.

“Hey! You could’ve at least–”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth and take what Daddy gives you,” he snarls.

You whine and clench around him. You feel a boogery churro type object prodding at your asshole. You turn your head quickly enough to see the creature has let Joel’s arm halfway revert back into the wiggly blobby thing.

“Did I say you could turn around?” he barks. He spanks you again with his 100% Joel hand, hard enough that you know there are pinpricks of blood beginning to seep through.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” you scream.

You feel him now inside both holes. It’s overwhelming and amazing. The phantom throat thing is back again, and you like how you gag even with an “empty” mouth.

“Got enough for every hole you got and then some, sweetheart,” he practically slurs. He sounds completely wrecked.

You feel your lower belly heating up and quickly tightening.

“Oh my fucking god, Joel. I’m getting so close,” you gasp.

“THAT AIN’T MY FUCKIN’ NAME WHEN I’M STUFFIN’ YOU WITH MY COCK, SWEETHEART,” he grits out as he wraps his hand around the front of your throat and squeezes.

When your breaths quickly become hard to take, you know you’re going to come soon.

“I want your space juice inside me, Daddy!” you cry out, not caring if you’re breaking the illusion. You still needed to be clear and consensual in your approach to this intimate exchange, and you needed to address the weird topic of whether or not your birth control could do effective hand to hand combat with spaceboi cum. 

“Our sexual organs are compatible, but our reproductive hormones and liquids are not,” the voice explained in your mind.

The Jim Carrey baby grinch was kinda cute, but you still felt better knowing you weren’t going to birth a little green gremlin alien baby. (Although you did think Victor or Clementine would be nice names.)

“Put a baby in me, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me!” you beg now that you know you can’t actually get pregnant. 

“Uh, I mean, there’s just so much pregnancy fic out there,” Joel hedges carefully, still maintaining his merciless thrusts. “You don’t really wanna make this into a whole thing do you? Ya know, with the pregnancy storyline and stuff? Some users have actually said they prefer—”

“No, Joel, I’m not actually—” you interrupt in a huff “—I’m just saying it to be sexy. It sounds sexy. Besides, there’s some fic writers who basically only write creampies but none of their characters ever seem to get pregnant. It’s kinda wild. There’s a fic writer I can think  of right now, actually. She loves creampies so much.”

“So she’s just really into pussy gettin’ drenched but nobody’s gotta deal with babies? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal if ya ask me,” he approves.

“Yeah, I think the only pregnancy fic she has is, like, this really nasty oneshot where the reader is already pregnant and she gets double teamed by Tommy and you at the same time. Oh and she lactates. I wasn’t into it at first, but it was kinda hot. Maybe you’ve read it? The author calls herself Puddles?”

“Oh, her? That Gasoline Rainbow lady? I thought she just made memes?” He sounds surprised and impressed. He’s hitting your cervix repeatedly with such force that you feel like your vagina is going to look like somebody dropped a tray of lasagna on a pubic hair linoleum floor.

“No, she actually has, like, legit fic on there, too. She’s, like, really talented. I can’t believe she doesn’t have more followers,” you laugh incredulously. 

You’re glad he doesn’t ask how you would know how many followers she has since that isn’t publicly available information. You hate it when plot holes have to be smoothed out nicely and still fit in with the story. It’s so boring and way too much work sometimes.

“Maybe stuff like alien jizz fingers is a little too much for people to–”

“Okay, this is getting too meta. Let’s just get back to you fucking me so rough I can’t walk right for an entire week, okay?”

“Hnngg, fuck yeah. Daddy’s gonna wreck this cunt,” he hisses as his thrusts pick up pace.

“DADDY, I’M GONNA COME,” you cry as you start clenching and seizing around the massive circumference of his cock.

Joel lets out a guttural, choked moan as he empties inside you. You can feel it from his weird creampie fingertips, too — even the invisible one in your mouth and throat. You’re trembling, trying to keep yourself upright as Joel fucks into you through his orgasm. You lick your lips. There’s a flavor there. Is that….?

“You like Daddy’s brisket cum, sweetheart?” he grunts as his thrusts slow to a sloppy grind.

“I thought I tasted barbecue,” you muse. It was bewildering, but mostly satisfying.

“Yeah, tastes just like those Fourth of July backyard get-togethers you love in that Texas heat,” he breathes. "You runnin' around in barely anything, makin' me hafta adjust myself so your dad don't catch his best friend ogling his precious daughter."

“I’m starting to think you read more fic than you admitted to earlier,” you assert.

“I like it, darlin’,” he shrugs.

“Are you gonna follow Puddles now? Oh! Can you do a mind link thing with her and see what she’s working on next?” you implore.

Joel appears to zone out for a minute, and you take the opportunity to stare at his naked body. He looked perfect. His eyes focused again as he looked at you.

“Her waveforms are erratic and very concerning, but once I subdued a Brain Goblin inside her mind I was able to discern she is likely to be releasing some Ezra from Prospect centered fictional stories,” the voice inside your head revealed. "They are very sexually aggressive."

“Nice,” you say under your breath.

“So you gonna let me have that sweet pussy again, sweetheart?” Joel drawls.

“Yes. But I’m going to need you to familiarize yourself with Pedro’s extensive works. I’m thinking we could do some really great Mando roleplay in this spaceship,” you say with a big smile as you gesture around.

Joel smirks at you. “Don’t matter what form I take. You’re still gonna be callin’ me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree with a big grin.

I hope those splorgimums understand what they lost bc that's our man now! Special thanks to Multiversed Daydreamer (Fuzz) for inspiring part of the title and @xdaddysprincessxx for the shared derangement over That Old Man™.

Undying thanks to @psychedelic-ink and @bonezone44 for writing some of my fave ~aLtErNaTiVe KiNk CoNtEnT~ and inspiring me to let my brain run wild with this crackfic.

Art in graphic includes transformed works of the Mucinex booger man.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

P.S. - I counted how many times "Daddy" appears in this, and it's 29.

tagging: @wannab-urs, @gracieispunk, @milla-frenchy, @patti7dc. @lumoverheaven, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog, @toxicanonymity, @rubyfruitjungle, @huffle-punk, @jupiter-soups, @swiftispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings

#crackfic #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic

[the-torchwood-archive]

From TWM #8, it's part one of Harm's Way.

Since there was some interest in me sharing my collection, I thought I'd start with one of the first short stories and one of my favourites. Which is odd, considering Trevor Baxendale wrote one of my least favourite novels. Judging by The Undertaker's Gift, he's a big supporter of Jack/Gwen so it's interesting that he wrote a Rhys/Gwen focused story.

Full text is under the cut. This was a quick transcription, so please let me know if you find any errors.

The Torchwood SUV pulled up with a screech of brakes and Captain Jack Harkness climbed out. ‘Came as fast as I could,’ he said with a grin.

‘No news there, then,’ said Ianto Jones. He was standing on the lawn of a neat semi-detached bungalow, squinting in the sun as it reflected off the SUV’s paintwork.

Jack took off his sunglasses as he strolled over, ‘Ok, Fun Boy, what gives?’

‘You’d best have a look yourself. Tosh is in the back checking it over.’

‘What about the people?’ Jack asked as he strode up the garden path.

‘I sent them next door. The neighbours are providing tea and sympathy. It’s that kind of area.’

‘It’s a sunny day. Everyone’s nice on a sunny day.’

Jack pushed open the gate at the side of the house and Ianto followed him down a shady passage into the back garden. It wasn’t too large, a meticulously cut lawn and some well-tended flower beds. Not the kind of garden kids played in, so this was unlikely to be a prank.

Toshiko Sato was already there, examining the artefact with a portable scanner. If artefact was the right word, it was really still just a thing, but that sounded so unprofessional.

It was pretty big, at least two meters long, a meter wide, shaped like a loaf of bread. In fact the surface looked, at first glance, just like a crust – until you realized it was translucent, like amber. The midday sun sparkled like gold coins scattered across the top.

‘It sinks,’ said Jack, wafting the air away from his nose.

‘I think it’s the heat,’ said Toshiko straightening up, ‘We need to get it somewhere cool.’

‘Okay,’ Jack nodded, ‘Owen’s on his way with a van. He’ll be here in ten.’

‘I thought Gwen was going to have a word with Rhys, see if we could just one of his lorries?’

Jack shrugged, ‘She changed her mind.’

Ianto pulled a face and Toshiko understood. Jack had changed Gwen’s mind for her.

‘Rhys is ok, but I don’t want to put him at risk,’ Jack explained, noticing the silent exchange, ‘And neither does Gwen.’

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Rhys Williams sat down and pushed the skinny latte across the café table to his fiancee Gwen Cooper. He was having a large mocha with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. ‘Nearly five quid,’ he sasid, licking froth off his thumb, ‘For two coffees, it’s a disgrace.’

Gwen smiled at him. It was a beautiful day and they had been lucky enough to find an empty table on the pavement, ‘Stop complaining, it’s not offen we get to meet up in the day time.’

‘Well I’ll just have to make the most of it, won’t I?’

‘What does that mean?’ Gwen stiffened slightly. There was something in Rhys’ tone that rang alarm bells, the way he said something with that causal smile  but without meeting her gaze. It always meant trouble.

‘Y’know…in your line of work. Torchwood and all that. You never know the day, do you?’

Gwen put her coffee down, ‘What’s got into you? I thought we were good about this?’

‘We are, we are.’

‘Well you don’t sound it. C’mon, what’s up? I thought we were going to have a nice cup of coffee and chat about the wedding?’

‘Oh yeah, that.’

Gwen’s shoulders sagged, ‘Rhys, please tell me what’s the matter.’

‘Well I just thought…it’s not like you’re a police-woman anymore, is it? I mean, that was bad enough…’

‘Bad enough?’

‘Yeah, you know, with the risk and everything. Well, what I mean is, it’s not like being a…’ he floundered, ‘I don’t know…a secretary, is it?’

Gwen glared at him, ‘Is that what you wish I was? A bloody secretary, for God’s sake?’

‘No,’ he said, realizing that he had said the wrong thing again, ‘No, I only meant it as an example. You could be a bloody bricklayer for all I care. At least I’d know you were safe.’

She was still thinking of a reply when her mobile sang out. She flipped it, shielded the screen from the sun, saw the single word. TORCHWOOD. Oh great. Prefect timing, Jack.

‘I’ve got to go,’ Gen said, standing up, businesslike, ‘Thanks very much for the coffee.’

Rhys got up as well, ‘Don’t go. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to moan. I’m just worried, that’s all.’

‘I haven’t got time for this.’

And then the look was back in his eyes again. The one where his eyebrows sand right down over his nose. The only look on his face that she ever disliked, ‘No, you rush of, Gwen, run along to Jack. Maybe I’ll see you tonight, eh, if you’ve not been ubducted by aliens or eaten by  a Weeble.’

‘Weevil!’ yelled Gwen, and then realized, just as Rhys did, that they had raised their voiced loud enough for the other people at the nearby tables to hear. She turned abruptly and walked away, her heart hammering, leaving him to face the stares.

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She made it to the Hub in record time. There was nothing like a really bad mood to get you moving and by the time she’d walked to Roald Dahl Plass, Gwen did feel batter.

‘Where have you been?’ asked Jack as Gwen stepped into the cool and cavernous interior of the Torchwood base.

‘You gave me the morning off,’ she told him.

‘I never give anyone the morning off,’ he said, ‘That must have been an alien imposter posing as me.’

‘Don’t joke about it.’

‘It could happen. You have to be ready. If I ever give you the morning off again, question it. If I change my mind, then it’s the genuine me.’

‘There’s only one Captain Jack,’ Gwen laughed, ‘That I do know. What’s the emergancy?’

‘No emergancy. I just wanted the whole team together. We’ve brought something in and we need to check it out.’

Gwen dumped her jacket and bag on her workstation, ‘What is it?’

‘We don’t know,’ Ianto said, coming down the steps from the hothouse, ‘We’re thinking of having an office sweep. But so far it’s been officially promoted from a “thing” to an “artefect”. Coffee?’

Gwen shook her head. She could still taste the latte and it wasn’t good, ‘Where is it, then?’

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It was on the slab in the autopsy room.  Owen Harper, white lab coat glowing under the operating theatre lights, was examining the artefact with an old-fashioned magnifying glass while Toshiko stood close by, taking yet more readings on her PDA.

‘Blimey, that’s a big one,’ Gwen said as she came in.

‘That’s another way you can check it’s the real me.’ Jack murmured as he followed her down the steps into the cool, circular chamber.

‘Excuse me,’ said Owen, looking up from the examination table, ‘This is an innuendo-free zone.’

‘Since when?’

‘Tosh and I just agreed it, didn’t we, Tosh?

She looked up and nodded quickly, the blue glow from the scanner hiding her crimson blushes.

‘Did it come through the Rift?’ Gwen asked.

‘Landed slap-bang in the middle of Pontcanna,’ nodded Ianto, ‘Someone’s back garden, no less. They were pretty surprised but not traumatized.

‘Good neighbours,’ explained Jack.

‘And no need for retcon.’

Gwen nodded, satisfied. The memory-altering drug perfected by Captain Jack was used too often for her liking. She knew the public had to be protected, but sometimes it just felt wrong to protect them retrospectively.

‘We brought it back in a van,’ Ianto continued, ‘Took all four of us to lift it. I still can’t get the smell off my hands.’

‘You were wearing gloves,’ Owen pointed out.

‘I know, it’s the smell of the gloves I can’t get rid of,’ Ianto screwed up his face, ‘It’s the rubber.’

‘So any idea of what it actually is?’ Gwen approached the examination table cautiously. Whatever it was, it certianly ponged. It was a distinctly organic smell, like the mulch at the bottom of a forest floor. Ripe and peaty.

‘I’ve been collecting a number of different readings and scan data,’ Toshink reported. Her glasses flashed blue in the light of the PDA screen as she continued to run through the analysis programs, ‘It’s one hundred percent extraterrestrial, but there’s not match in the database for organic compounds, cell structure, polymer chains or nucleic acids.’

‘So,’ Jack summerised, ‘Something new. Any guesses?’

‘Crusty roll for a giant?’ offered Ianto, ‘Abbadon’s packed lunch, perhaps…’ But no one even smiled at that.

‘It’s organic,’ Owen comfired, ‘But it’s dead.’ He tapped the side of the amber pod with a knuckle. Even with surgical gloves on, there was a distinct, hard rap.

‘It’s a chrysalis,’ said Gwen.

They all turned to look at her. Self concious, she managed a shrug, ‘ What? I did a project on them in juniors. You know, butterflies and moths – in the larval stage, when they’re caterpillars, they weave a silk covering all around themselves and it dries out and forms a hard chrysalis. Inside, the caterpillar dissolves into a kind of soup an then reforms as an entirely new creature. A butterfly or moth.’

‘You’re saying there could be a giant caterpillar in there?’ asked Jack.

‘Or a butterfly,’ added Toshiko.

‘Or soup,’ suggested Ianto.

‘I don’t know,’ Gwen said. She was standing close to the thing now, staring down into the translucent shell outer layer, ‘But that’s the thing about them. The chrysalis, the shell, is dead matter. It’s what’s inside it that’s alive.’

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Rhys jumped down from the lorry cab and slammed the door. It was still sunny, but there were puddles left over from yesterday’s downpour. He splashed his way across the yard towards the Portakabin office of Harwood’s Haulage, still fuming.

He and Gwen were arguing far too much lately. He’s put it down to pre-marriage nerves; some of his married mates had said that the weeks leading up to theire weddings had been the worst of their entire lives. ‘And then after the wedding, it all goes down hill,’ Banana Boat had warned. Feeble joke, but it had made Rhys laugh out loud.

‘Get away,’ Rhys had said, ‘What would you know about it? I’m looking forward to it, me.’

‘No you’re not. You’re bloody terrified.’

But Banana Boat was wrong about that. Rhys was scared of notgetting married. Of getting there, up the aisle, with Gwen, before some insane alien space monster ate her alive or fried her with a laser blaster.

Before he’d known, in the months before he’d stumbled on the truth and found out about Captain Jack Harkness and Torchwood, Rhys and Gwen had argued a lot. In a funny kind of way it had been a relief to find out about the space aliens and the Rift and the Hub and all that crazy stuff. Because it made sense of the arguments, of the tension, and the deceit. He hadn’t liked it but he’d understood it. And the truth had brought them closer together, closer than they had ever been.

But there was a doubt in Rhys’ mind now. After the initial excitement, the thrill, the breathtaking madness of It all, it came down to this; Gwen faced deadly danger on a regular basis, peril and adventure that the rest of the world could only have nightmares about. But for the people in Torchwood, for Gwen Cooper, and now Rhys himself, those nightmares were reality. And more than that, they were daily routine.

And that was scaring Rhys now. Scaring him big time. Because every time his phone rang, his guts would turn stone cold and his hand would tremble as he took his mobile out of his pocket. Because one day, any day, that would be Jack Harkness calling with bad news.

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Gwen was in Jack’s office. She was standing at the window, looking across the Hub to the autopsy room where Owen and Toshiko were still working on the chrysalis. It had been officially promoted from “artefact” to “chrysalis” and Gwen felt quite proud.

‘Problems?’ asked Jack. He was sitting with his boots up on his desk and his hands behind his head. His sky-blue eyes were watching her carefully. Gwen always knew when Jack’s eyes were on her.

‘No, nothing,’ she replied, fiddling with her necklace. It was a cheap leather and shell thing that Rhys had given her only last week, down by the waterfront. It had caught her eye on the Cardiff Bay souvenir stall and Rhys had bought it for her instantly.

‘You can’t kid a kidder,’ drawled Jack, ‘Listen, I know you wanted Rhys to help. The truck thing – it was a good offer, a kind offer. Exactly what I’d expect from you. But I can’t involve Rhys in our work. He’s gotta stay separate, do you understand?’

‘Sure.’

Silent as a panther, Jack appeared at her shoulder, one warm hand on her arm, ‘I mean it, Gwen. You’re Torchwood. Rhys is the real world. He’s what you go back to at the end of the day. Let’s not ruin that.’

‘I understand.’

He turned her around and looked deep into her eyes. She could feel her irises loosening, widening, drinking in that cool blue gaze. When he spoke, she could feel his breath on her face.

‘Do you understand? Really?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’ve gotta care for everybody, Gwen. Even Rhys.’

She closed her eyes, ‘Yes.’

There was a polite knock at the door and Jack let go of her.

‘Excuse me,’ said Toshiko, ‘But I think we’ve found something that might be of interest…’

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‘It’s writing,’ said Ianto.

They were all staring at a patch of smooth amber on the side of the chrysalis. Owen’s pen torch was picking out a series of marks in the material, angular cuts which run in a long line around the entire perimeter, ‘From most angles the marks are actually quite difficult to see,’ explained Owen, ‘But if I shing a UV light on them…’ He changed the setting on his torch and the tip glowed ultraviolet. And then, instantly, the markings were impossible to miss.

‘The y are not random or accidental cuts,’ Toshiko confirmed, ‘It is definitely some sort of deliberate, intelligent inscription.’

‘So what does it say?’ Jack asked.

‘I’m running it through every transcription protocol we have. It could be a long process, though.’

‘Ok,’ Jack clapped his hands, ‘The day’s just got interesting. Let’s get to it, guys. I wanna know what this thing is and where it’s come from.’

‘Uh, Jack,’ began Gwen, ‘I think the day might be getting a little more interesting than you thought…’

‘What do you mean?’

Gwen pointed, ‘Look at the chrysalis. Can’t you see? Inside. Something’s moving inside.’

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Rhys dialled Gwen’s mobile. It rang twice and then her voice said, ‘Rhys, what is it?’ She sounded busy, distracted. Ringing her was wrong, he shouldn’t be checking up on her like this, but he had done it now.

‘Gwen love…about before. I didn’t mean to have a go at  you, I was out of order.’

‘Yeah. Ok. No worries.’

She sounded like she wanted to close the call. Rhys felt a flare of irritation again; here he was, trying to make amends, extend the olive branch, and she was too busy, ‘What’s up?’ he asked, ‘What are  you doing?’

‘Rhys, I’m busy. I’ll call you back.’

Gwen snapped the phone shut and returned it to her back pocket, ‘Sorry.’

They all looked at her for a long moment. None of them ever received calls in the Hub, at least not from anyone outside Torchwood. Gwen didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or smug. But she did bloody feel annoyed with Rhys, didn’t he ever know when to let go?

‘I’m getting new readings,’ Toshiko announced, ‘Gwen’s right. There’s something in there and it’s alive.’

‘How come we’ve only just noticed it now?’ Jack wanted to know.

‘It’s only just started moving,’ Owen said, circling the examination table, ‘Something’s activated it.’

The chrysalis cracked open with a sound ricocheting around the Hub like a gunshot. The team all took a step back, reflexively.

For a second after that, nobody moved. They all stare at the jagged split running down the top of the chrysalis from one end to the other. Something moist glistened beneath the two halves, something which moved with a slow, ugly sucking noise.

Jack’s hand was on his gun, drawing it already. Owen was backing away from the chrysalis, one hand out to pull Toshiko back with him. She was still immersed in the readings from her scanner, her eyes fixed on the blue screen, ‘There’s been a huge surge in energy levels,’ she reported without looking up.

‘We kinda noticed,’ Jack said, levelling the Webley revolver. Ianto was already mounting the steps leading out of the autopsy room, heading with brisk efficiency for the weapons cabinet.

Only Jack, Gwen, and Owen saw the thing emerge from its chrysalis. It burst like a giant abscess, globules of stinking ichor spraying across the room as the contents were disgorged.

It moves so fast that they should even see what it was, not properly. It shot upwards in a tangle of limbs, knocking the theatre lamps flying and sticking to the ceiling like a screwed up spider. Owen was in his back, shouting something, and when Gwen looked at him she could see that he was hurt, twisting from side to side while he clutched his face.

Jack fired three shots at the creature, the boom of the heavy calibre pistol rattling all the instruments in the room. Brick dust showered them as each bullet missed its target. The thing scuttled with inhuman speed across the ceiling, swung down through the entrance ach and lashed out, somehow, in retaliation. Jack was sent spinning through the air, all the breath knocked out of him, until he crashed into the wall with bone-crunching force.

‘Jack!’ Gwen yelled, charging across to him. She skidded in a patch of alien goo and hit the floor hard next to Jack’s inert figure. She turned him over and gasped when she saw the huge black gash on his forehead. Blood had already begun to pour down his face and he was out cold.

Toshiko was bent over Owen, who has stopped screaming but was not moaning in a way which was somehow worse. It was the kind of sound that no one should ever had to make, the same sound Gwen had once heard at a road traffic accident she had been unlucky enough to attend as a fresh-faced WPC. The young lad caught under the wheels of the bin lorry had made the same noise minutes before he died, before the ambulance ever got close. It was something Gwen had hoped to never hear again, and yet now she was, only this time it was her friend, someone she loved, someone she’d screwed, for pity’s sake, dying right in front of her. Owen was still holding his face, his fingers white and ridged. Toshiko was panic stricken, trying to speak to him, but barely able to say anything coherent.

Gwen made Jack as comfortable as she could, but quickly. She knew he would be ok. Then she crabbed across the room, patting Toshiko on the shoulder as she went, ‘Look after him,’ she ordered, and Tosh, bless her, just looked up and nodded without a word. Owen was holding onto Toshiko’s arm with one hand now, his fingers flexing and pulling her. His other hand was on his face and Gwen could see blood, lots of it, running down his wrist as he rocked back and forth, groaning and whimpering.

‘He’ll be alright,’ Gwen said and again Toshiko simply nodded, as if hardly daring to disagree.

‘Get it!’ Owen hissed through his fingers. Blood bubbled behind his hand and one eye blared feverishly at Gwen, bloodshot and frightened, ‘Get the bloody thing!’

Gwen nodded and ran up into the Hub.

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It looked empty. The huge space was quiet, save for the tick and whirr of the computer stations and the hum of the Rift manipulator. Nothing moved.

Gwen’s weapon, a powerful 9mm Sig Sauer automatic, was on her desk. She could reach it in half a dozen quick strides. But where was the creature?

Something moved across the Hub and Gwen froze. Then she saw Ianto step out of the shadows beneath the hothouse, a Heckler & Koch SMG slung over his shoulder. There was a magazine already in place, a second one taped to the side of it for speedy reloading. He was scanning the Hub, sweeping the area for any sign of the thing from the chrysalis, his forefinger resting on the trigger of the gun.

He saw Gwen, nodded once. Then something crawled across the high walkway which ran along one side of the hub and Ianto swivelled, bringing the SMG up to his shoulder to aim.

The creature stopped, almost invisible in the shadows. Gwen could hardly see it, apart from the impression of a number of limbs sticking out from beneath a shiny carapace, like a beetle or a cockroach. But, boy, was it big. Big and fast.

Ianto took a cautious step forward, still keeping the creature in his sights, but trying to reach a better firing position. As he moved, the creature moved. It crawled slowly along the gantry, matching him step for step.

Then, without warning, it sprang. Ianto fired instinctively, the muzzle flash igniting the scene for split seconds like a strobe light. Gwen saw a few glimpses of the thing in mid-air, like momentary snapshots, saw the widening jaws and jagged fangs.

It barely slowed under the hail of gunfire. It collided with Ianto and he disappeared in an instant, as if he had stepped off the kerb in front of a speeding lorry.

Gwen had already made the dash for her gun. She grabbed the Sig, cocked it, aimed, squeezed the trigger. Once, twice, so many more times she lost count. It was a big gun, too big for her really, the magazine holding 16 very heavy rounds. But Jack Harkness had taught her how to shoot and there was no one better than Jack.

The bullets in the Sig were not ordinary rounds. They were Torchwood ammo, hollow point, steel jacketed, with one microdot of super-dense Dwarf Star alloy to pack and extra punch. A great lump of it, about the size of a grain of sale, had come through the Rift 30 years ago. It was enough to keep them all in ammunition for decades to come, thanks to a tame microphysics engineer Jack knew at UNIT.

The bullets tore chunks out of the walls, holes in the pipe work and left one armoury window shattered. Several struck the creature. She didn’t see the rounds hit, but she knew, she just knew, they’d hit home. The creature squealed and crashed against a wall, splashing through the water at the base of the water tower and disappearing into the shadows.

Then all went quiet. Gwen’s ears were still ringing, but she could tell that the Hub was silent again. She couldn’t even hear Owen anymore. Perhaps he was dead now, like the boy who had been run over by the bin wagon. Perhaps Ianto was dead too. Jack was unconscious. Toshiko was not a warrior.

It was down to Gwen.

She walked forward slowly, keeping the gun level, ready to shoot again at point blank of necessary.

Silence. She strained to hear something, anything, that might give the creature’s location away. Breathing. Or the click of its amour. Or the sticky noise of its jaws opening.

Nothing.

She crept forward, arms extended, rigid, like a signpost to death.

It had to be nearby. It couldn’t have gone much further.

Another step. Her canvas trainers didn’t make a sound.

And then her mobile went off in her pocket.

She physically jumped with shock. The jaunty ringtone trilled out across the Hub, drawing the attention of anyone, or anything, that might be listening.

The creature sprang from its hiding place, jaws snapping at her. Gwen actually saw the spittle flying from the jagged spikes which filled the gaping maw, aware that the last sound she was ever going to hear in her life was her ringtone, and the last thought she would ever have was Rhys you stupid bugger.

And then it was on her.

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[laprimera]

alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

#ooc. ･ﾟ ✹ #queue. ･ﾟ ✹ #importante and stuff #sorry this is at 3 AM gdfgfd-this is like the only time Im awake ironically #but again ill be really back in november! see ya then!

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - twenty-nine | more like constipated

“He kept trying to talk to me during senior year,” you continued, “maybe he just thought that I would cool down after a while and we could be friends again… but I just couldn’t trust him after that.” You wiped a tear away, the memories fresh in your mind now from recounting it all.

Hongjoong nodded.

“My mom never wanted me to be friends with a boy anyway, so she was happy to keep him away whether I wanted her to or not. And because he was the only friend I had, I had none for the rest of the school year. The day after I graduated, I moved out, pawned my violin, used the money to buy back my bass, moved to Seoul, and never spoke to him or my family ever again.”

Hongjoong nodded again before shaking his head. “I’m… I’m sorry. My family is in the arts as well but they’ve always been supportive of me no matter what I wanted to do… I can’t imagine what it must be like to be completely at odds with the people who are supposed to love you.”

You nodded with a laugh. “Well, I can tell you it sucks, so you don’t have to try and imagine.”

He smiled, appreciation of your joke mixed with pity for the situation that would cause you to make it.

You nodded. 

“That’s why you’re so good at sight reading.” 

“Yep.” 

“And that’s why you know so much classical music.” 

“Somewhat unfortunately.” 

“‘Unfortunately?’” 

“Someone should know pieces or songs because they like them, no? Not because it was forced on them.” 

Hongjoong nodded slowly. “We definitely agree on that.”

You nodded.

“Well, if you want I can ask Jongho to never invite him to the studio again. He’ll listen to me.”

You shook your head. “Thanks, but I kind of saw him in the hallway the last time he was here and uh… told him off?”

His eyebrows ticked up. “You did?”

“Yeah. He asked if I was sure I didn’t know him and I told him I knew exactly who he was and that I wanted him to never speak to me again.”

“What’d he say?”

“He seemed pretty stunned.”

“Well,” Hongjoong folded his arms and nodded, “I have to say I’m proud of you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. If he ruined your dreams and you told him to stay away, he should.”

You nodded. 

“Have you talked to your family since you left?”

“Not really… my brother texts me sometimes but I just blow him off.”

“Then I’ll say what they should have been saying to you the whole time: I’m proud of you.”

You nodded, and turned away.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you held back tears. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

He put a hand on your shoulder.

“I… they never ever told me they were proud of me. Well, a couple times when I won violin competitions… but I didn’t even want to be there so it felt more like they were congratulating themselves instead of me.”

He nodded. “I understand.” “Umm… thank you? For telling me you’re proud of me. You’re like… the brother or cousin I’ve never had.” You laughed at how stupid the idea was.

He smiled. “I’ll be your older brother if you want. You already have my number, so just call me if you ever need anything.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Imagine that you have one family member you’re on good terms with, and it’s me.”

You nodded with a laugh. “Okay. Aside from the audition and my first week here, you’re still cooler than my real brother.”

“Hey, I just wanted whoever we hired to be worthy of the job. The person who left wasn’t and I wanted someone who was perfect.”

You scoffed. “…I’m perfect?”

“Yeah. So far. You can play bass, which is what we originally wanted, and then you surprised us by being able to read sheet music, and you understand how to mix music to bring out the best parts of a song. I’d say that makes you perfect for this job.”

You nodded.

“And… for putting up with my bad attitude at the beginning, I’d say you’re a pretty great person in general.”

You laughed. “You’re right, it would take a saint to put up with you.”

He laughed. “I was just trying to scare off anyone who was weak enough to be scared by it.”

“Truthfully, you’re not that scary.”

He looked offended. “I can be scary!”

At that moment, Maddox walked in the door. “Why are you scary? Are you trying to scare t/n away again? I’ll punch you.”

You laughed. 

“Why are you back?”

“I left my phone charger and I only have one.”

“Living on the wild side.” You laughed.

Maddox looked near his chair for the charger and found it.

“Hey, I can be scary, right Maddox?” Hongjoong made an angry face at him.

He looked at him for a moment as he coiled the wire around his hand and put it in his bag. “More like constipated.”

“Hey!” Hongjoong yelled.

You howled with laughter.

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[wren-l-winter]

The Musician and Her Muse

As the curtains on the makeshift stage fell within the tavern, the musicians rose and bowed. Only one looked over the crowd of villagers struck with grief from the ending of the traveling troupe’s play. Lyra looked upon a beauty more exquisite than any gem. Something she couldn’t ignore stirred in her chest. The applause ended and the troupe members began to mingle amongst their audience. 

Lyra stole a flower from off the stage and walked along the edge of the sea of villagers. With each step, her heart beat a little faster, a little harder. The breath in her lungs seized as her muse looked upon her, then down to her hands. 

“For you,” she said, holding out the delicate flower, “my lady.” 

“Lady?” The woman laughed and plucked the flower from the musician’s fingers. “Please, call me Elara.” 

“Elara, a fitting name for an enchanting blossom,” Lyra said as she dipped into a bow. “May I steal you for the evening?” She straightened, looking around to see the suitor that no doubt accompanied the damsel. 

“I am not a thing to be stolen.” “Of course. I meant no offen-” “But you may have me for the evening,” Elara continued with a smile that surely belonged to the Goddess of the Moon. 

Lyra outstretched her hand, smiling softly as heat bloomed across her cheeks. “Consider me honored, Elara.” 

As her fingers intertwined with hers, Lyra felt a rush of warmth spread through her, melting away the lump of nerves in her stomach. With Elara’s hand in hers, she led them through the bustling tavern and onto the lantern-lit streets beyond.

“I must confess,” she began, gaze memorizing each perfect edge of the woman’s features, “your beauty is perhaps more captivating than the melodies I play. If you had sat in front, I fear I may have forgotten how to thrum the strings of my lute.” 

Elara laughed, a sound more beautiful than any instrument that had pleased the chamber of a cathedral. “And your words are as sweet as the songs that stir my heart,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with a fondness Lyra had never known. 

“Perhaps you should join my troupe,” she laughed. “We are in desperate need of a new bard.” 

“A tempting offer,” Elara hummed but said no more. 

As they walked beneath the soft glow of lanterns and torches, Lyra couldn’t help but steal glances at Elara, her heart fluttering with every step. As the silence stretched on, she couldn’t help but fill the air with something other than the ambiance of the village surrounding them. “I hope then I will see you again during my travels,” she said, her voice tender and soft. “Tomorrow my troupe moves on.” “Tomorrow?” Elara looked at her, brows twinging together as disappointment pulled at her bottom lip. “A shame. I had hoped to try and convince you to stay.” Lyra smiled but let her gaze drift to the stones they walked upon. “I’m afraid you haven’t the time.” 

Elara slowed beside her and drew her in until the light of the lanterns was extinguished between them. “Then let us make the most of tonight, Lyra,” she said. 

No words reached the tip of her tongue. Only the desire for more filled her mind. She draped her arms around Elara’s neck, pulling her closing her to taste the lips she had yearned for since the moment she saw her.

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[thewritersaddictions]

(R/P) Drabbles: Vernon & Ciri- For Us

Vernon was smelly and he looked like he had just walked through hell. His tunic was unstuffed from his trousers and he walked into their home with a slight stumble on his left leg.

Ciri had only been home just a few moments before she heard the door creak open and the footsteps of her lover behind her. "Vernon are you home?" she yells out into the empty space of the house. Vernon voice is dry and raspy, "Of course, my love." It's funny because even though Vernon is dog-ass tired he still loves the sound of Ciri's voice.

It's soothing to him, and makes him feel warm. It almost cuddles him with soft and soothing words that make his heart slow down and his mind calm.

Vernon walks into their shared bedroom. The bed is still made, but the sound of undressing and clothing shifting is coming from their bathroom. Ciri sticks her head out of the door frame.

"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water." Vernon's eyes light up, and he can see the tops of Ciri's breasts. When he walks in Vernon can see the pile of clothes on the floor. He starts to undress, his muscles ache and he tries not to wince at the pain of a few new fresher scars that litter his body already.

He let's his clothes join the pile of discarded cloths on the floor. Ciri is already inside the shower, water alreayd pumping through the system. Allowing for a steam filled bathroom. Vernon glaces himself over once more before he let's himself into the shower.

"Hi" Under her breath, Vernon nods and responses with the same. "Hi" It's the first time they've seen each other in a few days. A day a part can do a lot to a person like the tow of them. Extra days a part do a lot more to these two.

Ciri rests her her head on Vernon shoulder. The two of them stand in the waterfall. It feels like forever until Ciri starts to trace the scars on Vernons skin. Vernon can't help but sigh at the soothing feeling that washes over him. "Do you want to know someting Vern?" Ciri asks into his shoulder. He hums, and let's contiue on with her thought. "I wish for a lot of things." she looks up at him, wide eyes that make Vernons heart beat a little faster.

"What do you wish for Ciri?" Vernon ask with the breathe he had been holding. "I wish that if I .' She starts butthen stops looking at Vernon directly like she's afraid he'll see her blush. Her gaze goes to his scars, older ones at first then to newerm fresh ones. "I wish that if I could kiss pain away. I would kiss your scars away." Her words are soft and don't do naytjing but make Vernons heart melt even more.

There's a hefty laugh behind his chest. Ciri looks offened at first, "Oh sweetie. I'm not laughing at you just love you is all." Says without even thinking at all. From that point the showers is dealt with quickly. The two help each other, Vernon washes Ciri's hair. Two large hands massageing her scalp, and Ciri washes away the dirt and dired blood.

When they get out the two dresss quickly. Vernon is more alret now. Ciri is taken to reading a few passages of her book she collected long ago. Ciri tires to coax Vernon into reading with her, or doing anything that requires excessive energy. Vernon isn't having any of it. He shrugs and lands on the chair next to her. "I honeslt;'y would rather die then read any sort of book." Bluntly his words come out.

Ciri sighs and nudges him with her shoulder. "Fine." He says with a roll of his eyes. "I've just had a rough couple of days and honestly all I want right now is a drink, and someone to cuddle with…" The sentence is cut short with Vernon getting up to get himself a beer. Ciri smiles at the words of cuddling. "Why didn't you say that earlier?" Throwing her hands up the book get's thrown off the the table and into the air until she claps her hands together.

Vernon smiles at her childish actions, "Let's go then!" Dramtically she tugs Vernon and his drink into their bedroom. They slip under the sheets. Warmth engolfs the best ofthem in the best way possible. Ciri warps herself in Vernon's arms giving him only a second to place his drink before he scoots down the bed to get into a comfoetable position. "Are you comfortable?" A faux attitude. Ciri can't see vernon rolling his eyes but it happens. "yes." It's quite but makes Vernon laugh a hearty, heavy laugh.

It goes silent between the two of them. Ciri can hear Vernon's heartbeast up agasint her ear. And Vernon is playing with a string of silver hair from Ciri head. It's a calming, peaceful time. Out of nowhere Ciri says into the thin, cold air. "I want to marry you." So matter of factly. "Alright." Vernon response, "but let's plan that tommorrow."

Completed on: 03/13/23

Posted on: 03/24/23

The Hero's-

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[anwiel13]

New Flake's essay will be release in Saturday

I just used google translator, so it is far from perfect.

Flake Lorenz, Keyboarder der Band Rammstein, hat für die Berliner Zeitung einen persönlichen Essay über seine ostdeutsche Herkunft und Identität geschrieben und von Erfahrungen vor und nach dem Mauerfall berichtet.

Er berichtet darin etwa, wie er im Herbst 1989 an Demonstrationen gegen die DDR-Macht teilnahm. „Und obwohl immer wieder einige von uns brutal herausgezogen und auf Lkws geprügelt wurden, blieben wir dabei und zeigten keine Angst.“ Folge sei ein nie gekanntes Freiheitsgefühl gewesen: „Die DDR-Bürger spürten ihre Macht und fanden ihre Stimme. Auf einmal erschien alles möglich.“

Flake Lorenz, keyboardist in the band Rammstein, wrote a personal essay for the Berliner Zeitung about his East German origins and identity and reported on experiences before and after the fall of the Berlin Wall.

In it he reports, for example, how he took part in demonstrations against the power of the GDR in the fall of 1989. "And even though some of us were brutally pulled out and beaten on trucks, we stuck by it and showed no fear." The result was an unprecedented feeling of freedom: "The GDR citizens felt their power and found their voice. Suddenly anything seemed possible.”

Seine Begegnungen mit Westdeutschen nach dem Mauerfall schildert Flake so: Nach den „freundlichen, aufgeschlossenen jungen Menschen, die sich wirklich für den Osten interessierten“ sei ein „Tross von Leuten“ gekommen, „denen aufgefallen war, dass bei uns von den Lebensmitteln bis zur Wohnung alles unfassbar billig war, und dass man die Gegebenheiten sehr gut zu seinem Vorteil ausnutzen konnte.“

„Ich warf meinen Ausweis in die Flammen“ Eine damalige Reaktion von Flake war ein radikaler Akt: „Mit diesen Leuten wollte ich nichts gemein haben. Und auf keinen Fall wollte ich mit ihnen verwechselt werden. Ich ging so weit, dass ich meinen neuen gesamtdeutschen Personalausweis verbrannte. Als wir nach einem Konzert mit einigen Fans um ein Feuer saßen, schimpfte ich mich in Rage und warf meinen Ausweis in die Flammen.“ Bis heute habe er keinen neuen Ausweis beantragt.

Zu seiner Herkunft bekennt sich Flake offen, wie er schreibt. „Damit wirklich niemand auf die Idee kommt, ich könnte ein Westler sein, sage ich jetzt lieber gleich zur Begrüßung, dass ich aus Ostdeutschland komme. Ich bin wirklich stolz auf meine Herkunft. Ich bin stolz darauf, wie in der DDR die Nazi-Vergangenheit überwunden wurde und mit welcher Kraft und mit welchem Enthusiasmus ein neues Land aufgebaut wurde.“

Flake describes his encounters with West Germans after the fall of the Wall as follows: after the “friendly, open-minded young people who were really interested in the East”, a “convoy of people” came who “had noticed that from the food to the Everything in the apartment was unbelievably cheap and that you could use the circumstances very well to your advantage.”

"I threw my ID in the flames" One of Flake's reactions at the time was a radical act: "I didn't want anything to do with these people. And I certainly didn't want to be confused with them. I went so far as to burn my new all-German identity card. When we were sitting around a fire with some fans after a concert, I got angry and threw my ID in the flames.” To date, he has not applied for a new ID.

Flake openly acknowledges his origins, as he writes. "So that nobody really gets the idea that I could be a westerner, I'd rather say as a greeting that I come from East Germany. I'm really proud of where I come from. I am proud of how the Nazi past was overcome in the GDR and with what strength and enthusiasm a new country was built.”

Den gesamten Essay von Flake Lorenz finden Sie in der Wochenendausgabe der Berliner Zeitung vom 18./19. März oder ab Sonnabend online.

You can find Flake Lorenz's entire essay in the weekend edition of the Berliner Zeitung from 18./19. March or online from Saturday.

Photo by Nikita Teryoshin for Berliner Zeitung

#flake lorenz #flake writing things

[ddlg-deutschland-kontakte]

Hallo ihr Lieben…. Ich heiße Jan, bin männlich 23 Jahre alt, sportlich gebaut und gepflegt und freue mich das ihr den Weg auf diese Anzeige gefunden habt 🙈

Ich suche auf diesem Wege nach jemanden wo es einfach passt und harmoniert. Das Alter sollte nicht zu sehr von meinem abweichen (18-26). Ich komme aus NRW (Bereich 48/49) wobei mir die Entfernung eigentlich relativ egal ist. Hauptsache es passt und man versteht sich….. ☺️🧸

Da ich noch keine realen Erfahrungen in dem Bereich DDLG sammeln konnte, weiß ich leider nicht zu 100% ob dies auch was für mich ist. Wobei ich mich immer mehr danach sehne jemanden zu haben worum ich mich kümmern und meine Liebe schenken kann. Generell gehe ich dem Thema sehr offen entgegen, sodass ich auch auf Wünsche und Vorlieben deinerseits eingehe und mein bestes gebe. Ich denke Kommunikation ist dort der Schlüssel.

Zu mir: Ich bin ein offener und kommunikativer Mensch, sodass du jederzeit sagen kannst wenn dich was stören sollte. Wichtig ist mir das du kein Problem damit hast, wenn ich ab und zu mal Windeln trage und diese auch benutze. Es sollte allerdings alles im privaten Raum bleiben, da ich nicht möchte das meine Freunde, Arbeitskollegen oder Familie davon erfahren… Ich bin 1.80m groß und schlank. Mache sehr gerne Sport und bin insgesamt ein sehr aktiver und abenteuerlustiger Mensch. Reisen und die Welt anschauen gehören zu meinen Lieblingsaktivitäten. Zudem verlange ich gegenseitigen Respekt zueinander, da ich ein sehr weltoffener Mensch bin. Sprich Rassismus und Diskriminierung sind für mich ein NO-GO. 

Kontaktieren kannst du mich entweder hier über Tumblr dort heiße ich ,,reingeschaut,, 

oder über Kik dort heiße ich  ,,neutralerName123,, . 

Schreibt mir gern, wenn du Fragen hast oder ernsthaftes Interesse besteht. 

Vielen Dank das du dir die Zeit fürs lesen genommen hast. ☺️🧸🙈

English Version:

Hello dear ones.... My name is Jan, I am male 23 years old, athletically built and well-groomed and I am pleased that you have found the way to this ad 🙈

I am looking this way for someone where it just fits and harmonizes. The age should not be too different from mine (18-26). I come from NRW (area 48/49) whereby the distance is actually relatively indifferent to me. The main thing is that it fits and you understand each other..... ☺️🧸

Since I could not yet gather real experience in the field DDLG, I unfortunately do not know 100% whether this is also what for me. Whereby I long more and more to have someone what I can take care of and give my love. In general, I approach the subject very openly, so I also respond to wishes and preferences on your part and give my best. I think communication is the key there.

About me: I am an open and communicative person, so you can always say if something should bother you. It is important to me that you have no problem with it, if I wear diapers from time to time and also use them. However, everything should remain in private, because I do not want my friends, work colleagues or family to know about it... I am 1.80m tall and slim. I like sports and am a very active and adventurous person. Traveling and looking at the world are among my favorite activities. In addition, I demand mutual respect for each other, as I am a very open-minded person. Say racism and discrimination are a NO-GO for me.

You can contact me either here on Tumblr there I am called ,,reingeschaut,,

or via Kik there I am called ,,neutralName123,,.

Feel free to write me if you have questions or serious interest.

Thank you for taking the time to read. ☺️🧸🙈

#submission #kontaktanzeigen

[kaasknot]

Please take this as an offense but I am absolutely fascinated by your current obsession with Buster Keaton and went back through your account to figure out what rabbit hole led to this but couldn't figure it out. If you're okay with sharing can you tell me the rabbit hole that led to this?

OFFENS TAKEN no but okay it's really kind of dumb. this past january someone reblogged a buster keaton post, i assume a stunts gifset because those get numbers, and i hit up his tag on a whim to see what was what.

now, at the time i was writing an OC character for star wars. and while i knew just about everything else important about this character, i didn't have a clear idea of what he looked like. but i was scrolling through pics of this old-timey comedian and it slowly dawned on me: my character looks kind of like buster keaton. official facecast made.

and honestly, that's why i came back to the tag a second time. if it hadn't been for that association, i probably would have forgotten about buster and moved on. but, once a month or so i'd jump back in the buster keaton tag, refresh my memory on my OC's face situation, and then jump back out.

till eventually i guess it hit critical mass, and all of a sudden in late may i'm hitting up the buster tag… because i'm thirsty for buster. i pretty clearly remember a series of gifsets around The General that made me go "…damn, son."

gonna wax rhapsodic here for a bit. let's get the most obvious point out of the way: buster keaton is pretty. he's got cheekbones and big eyes and a profile to die for. and he's ripped, because he's a goddamn acrobat. like, his vastus medialis continually makes me go "that can't be real." also, he's a short king. a small little guy. 5'5", and perfectly willing to make jokes about it—and that kind of security is hotter than the surface of the sun.

he's also ridiculously funny. he made his career on that, you'd kind of hope he would be; but specifically it's funny to me. his sense of humor matches mine perfectly: wry, ironic, a touch of the absurd/surrealistic, leaning to black humor, and with minimal use of sticky substances or stupidity. i have so much trouble with modern comedy because 90% of the time it's just so dumb. buster keaton movies are not dumb. his hero is a clever little shithead—if somewhat naive and literal-minded—with abysmal luck, who gets into awkward situations and does his clever best to get himself back out. i vibe with it.

and then obvs his stunts. the more of his movies i watch the more i mutter "how did he not die?" and "is he made of rubber bands and cotton balls??" his physicality is so satisfying to watch, and not just in a prurient way (tho i am definitely also watching in a prurient way). this is a man with supreme control over his body and a thorough understanding of physical comedy. he was pulling out pratfalls well into his 60s, yo.

and the more of his movies i watch (especially in comparison to roscoe arbuckle's movies), the more i appreciate how good of a filmmaker he was. he let the story do the talking, rather than clutter up the screen with intertitles. his precise use of camera angles, the astonishingly good cinematography, the use of the camera itself to sell a gag (i.e. the dream sequence in Sherlock, Jr.). i saw a letterboxd review call The General "mad max fury railroad" and i haven't been able to get that out of my head, because y e a h, his editing was as precise as margaret sixel's. i watched "One Week" after watching all of the arbuckle shorts he was in, and lemme tell you, my third eye was blown wide open. "oh," i said to myself. "i get why people call him a genius."

and from a frothing fangirl perspective, he has built in artificial scarcity. his smile is rare, his voice is rare, shirtless scenes are rare. (in reality, none of these things are particularly hard to find in his films, but like i say to everyone who sits still long enough for me to yammer at them, their perceived scarcity makes them so much more compelling. when you hear him say "pass" in Sunset Boulevard you quiver like you're catching sight of ankles in the 1800s). it encourages thirsting.

the more i learn about him the more obsessed i get.

#askbox #psychicshr00m #buster keaton #thank u for letting me ramble about my blorbo #no i don't know if/when/how i'll ever write my OC again

[renekton2004]

First Introduction about my self

Greeting everyone, I'm the new Tumbir user here and I have some sentences to describe about myself:

You can call me Renekton

I'm from Vietnam

My hobbies are playing games, watching animes, reading mangas, books and light novels

My favorite anime characters are Nagisa Shiota (Assassination Classroom) and Hachiman Hikigaya (Oregairu)

I'm just a guy who loves reading fanfics and offen has some ideas for my favorite characters. So if I have ideas, you can go ahead and use them for your fics if you want, I don't mind.

You can find me through Wattpad, Fanfiction, AO3. My accounts are:

Wattpad: Renekton 2004

Fanfiction: Renekton Time

AO3: Renekton_Time

Anyway, that's all I've got to say about myself. Thank you for reading this.

#introduction

[soniccrazygal]

Look I never want to offend your work or your au of rebuilt, i honestly like the idea it just the consequence that you promise to show us are brutal, you werent kidding i meant saying that as a joke and i am very sorry if i offened your work or your creations, it just jesus i know this is going to get brutal but jesus i wasn't expecting that ,then again like different aspects of your au and i deeply but deeply sorry if i offened you and everything this au,i hope you have a great day and i haven't ruin yours with my comment out of context!!

It’s fine. Just be careful what you write and say. Things like tone of voice and intentions, especially joking tones, are hard to convey through text unless you make it clear or have a personal history with whoever your messaging. Just try and keep that in mind when you message someone and make sure jokes are very clear in the future.

#soniccrazygal answers #i’m not mad #really #I’m not kidding when I say intents are hard to convey with words #I know I’ve miscommunicated things before #just learn from this experience

[sapphicmaneater]

du merkst, was du an ner frau hast, wenn du jeden tag so waldbrand rage für deinen ex empfindest, offen damit umgehst dass du ihn dennoch zurücknehmen würdest wenn er ankommen würde und fucking heiraten und kinder von ihm willst, ihm literally mitgeteilt hast dass du es bereust ihn nicht vergiftet zu haben als du noch konntest, sein anfangsbuchstabe auf deiner brust steht, du bei jedem kleinen streit eiskalt wirst und davon ausgehst dass alles vorbei ist, deine bad coping mechanisms dich zwischendurch hitten und du dich von fremden typen aus dem internet grün und blau schlagen lässt um mal wieder was zu fühlen, du dich literally fühlst wie tyler von fucking fight club und sie es dennoch schafft was gutes in dir zu sehen und dich für liebenswert zu halten, dich in ihr leben zu integrieren, weihnachten bei ihrer familie, essen mit ihren freunden, ihr wohnungsschlüssel, emotional support whenever, ehrlichkeit und vertrauen. i don't know how, but thanks. i hope she never makes me split so i can take her secrets to the grave.

i suppose you couldn't dance with my demons. why did you ever dance with me? i'm glad i found someone who can but i can't help but wish you could too. i wish your mind and heart was as open and big as you made it out to be and we could just fit and fuck everything bad that happened between us to focus on the magic again, but you just wanted to steal some of my shine to pass it onto others instead of basking in it for a little longer and giving us the chance to make it even brighter together. i bet we could have. but you couldn't. and now i guess i'll hope you'll be miserable for the rest of your life because i would have loved you the best, brightest and the hardest if you let me. and you didn't.