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gatitties · 1 year

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NO BECAUSE !!!!!!!! i think we need more interactions of Assassin!Reader x Bonten 😩😩 (thank u for da reader who requested it bcs my 🫀 is beating happiness) or maybe you could make this a series??? 👀👀 bUT ANYWAYS can I request a Assassin!Reader x Bonten where Bonten was trying to find some info abt Reader but ofc Reader knows abt it so when there's a general meeting for the Bonten Executives, she appeared into the meeting like she was just watching them the whole time 🤣 and Reader is mad mad abt it. she doesn't want them to snoop around her life

(if u dont want to do this, its ok!!! no pressure. lovelots 🫰🏻)

─Yandere!Bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: tired of so much persecution you decide to set the record straight, but you are only making a mistake

─Warnings: mención of blood, unwarranted obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

first of all, I still don't know how to write action or fight scenes, I'm sorry, second, many people will be grateful to you for the request, and third, how so many people liked it?! 😭🤚anyway, here you go (about making a miniseries Idk, but if I have any idea for this I will definitely write it 😌) @ajmiila02, @kenmasbimbo, @uniqueeggtoast, @belle643, @simpingfor-wakasa, @ihavestrawberryjam, @binibining-mariaclara, @sereinitysmind (hope that I didn't left anyone untagged)

Part one / Part Three

"You should stop turning down those job offers, they offer you a good amount and your other clients seem not to ask for your help much lately."

You sighed looking at the request manager, he took your silence to mean that you didn't really care, you never have anything stable in this world, there were always better and worse times so it wouldn't really worry you.

"Just take care to let me know if there are other people than 'Mr. B', their requests are ridiculous."

The man raised both hands, nodding to your petition, after that you left the alley where you met the manager, returning to the busy streets of Tokyo in the middle of rush hour, where everyone was walking down the street without worries, you mixed among those people until you reached a suburb of small houses. You opened the rickety door with a nasty creak, looking at the garbage that flooded the floor, you couldn't ask for more for the minimum amount of this place and location, anyway it was time to move to another apartment.

Not only because you needed to change 'home' from time to time, but because lately you had felt less safe with your environment, it all started when you accepted the first request from 'Mr. B', they only asked you to kill a man, you did your job but also you discovered the identity of that 'B' who turned out to be not just one person but rather several.

You don't usually remember faces or names that aren't necessary for your missions, so you had to rack your brains to remember those two faces you saw, then you linked them to that group you saved in that brothel a month ago. Luckily only you could see how the guy with the pink mullet and the guy with the scar who tried to stop you that time were there, they seemed to be watching your movements with a satisfied smile when they saw little drops of blood fall from your face.

You interpreted that 'Mr. B' was all that group that you barely remembered the appearance of, you thought that on that occasion they were only there to check that you did your job well, but you noticed how they started to track you after that assignment, although of course, they could not find you and their only way to see you would be for those orders, which you did not accept.

The next two months your usual customers disappeared without a trace, it's not like you received daily orders but it was strange that all your requests were now only from 'B', it irritated you because it meant a heavy blow to your name in the underground, by refusing to take orders to Bonten, no one else did it as if they felt threatened.

But the worst of all was that every step you took you felt their eyes on you, every corner you turned you saw their shadow on you, it bothered you enough to think about killing them but you seriously thought about it and it would get you nowhere, you didn't used to kill to reputable or well-known people because that would cause a more intensive search for you and those guys seemed to be at least successful because they were handling a ridiculous amount of money.

You didn't even know their names and they always seemed to be on your trail, you never let them get too close to you, but lately they seemed closer and closer to finding you directly, you got fed up, you weren't leading a quiet and peaceful life, but inside from the garbage of your work you could always have a rest from all those deaths, you could always have a little space to pretend that your life was not rubble and everything was normal.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do some special work or I'll go completely hysterical."

As you were getting ready to leave that same night, all of the Bonten executives gathered at their meeting point earlier today, all sitting at a round table waiting for Mikey to start the meeting, though he waved for Takeomi to start since he was already busy eating his taiyaki.

"As you know we have been looking for that assassin from that day, we have always followed clues but we never managed to find the person, but today, we will complete the capture plan."

They all nodded in sync, some more eager than others, after all the stupid game of cat and mouse made them feel more irrationally attracted to you, Mochizuki always enjoyed watching you mix so well with people but quickly lost sight of you that he needed more from you, Sanzu and Rin enjoy seeing you staining you with the blood of your targets, Kakucho seems to appreciate your fighting style, Takeomi sees you as a difficult puzzle to solve and Ran and Kokonoi were perhaps the least attached to that exalted image of you, but they were curious about you.

"Is everyone clear about their part of the plan? We can't let anything go wrong, she never leaves a trace and knows how to erase her tracks, so we'll have to resort to more violent methods than just watching how she goes on our faces."

The meeting continued for a few minutes, explaining each phase and step while unknown to them you were in the room ventilation listening to everything, your blood boiled listening to how they talked about how they would make you bow down to them, it was your breaking point.

"Once we capture her, we can do what we want with her?"

"Only what I allow."

Mikey got up answering Sanzu who rolled his eyes for the answer, the leader patted his shirt to remove all the rest of the crumbs, with that everyone knew that the meeting had ended although to their surprise three bullets hit the table right in front of the site from Mikey, immediately after you kicked the grate and jumped on top of the table pointing your two pistols at everyone.

"I am going to make one thing clear, do not interfere in my life, I don't know what you want from me, but I'm not looking for anything from you."

You kicked Rin's arm as he tried to grab your leg, immediately firing Sanzu's pistol to disarm him, then ducking to avoid Ran's staff.

"What about the expenses for destroying that brothel?"

"You speak as if-" you jumped from the table hitting Kakucho's hands with the butt of your pistol, moving as far away from them "as if you lacked money, I know you are 'Mr. B', there is no point in charging me for that."

"We don't need reasons to want you as our slave! If we want something we have it and you would be a great possession to us."

"Oh just go to hell, Chunzu, I don't care about you or your supposed leader Mokey, I'm asking for peace of mind! and I want you to take this as a warning."

You took a little momentum, doing a slight somersault on the table, you shot at the large window breaking the glass into small pieces, you ran towards the broken window to jump through it, the arms of Mochizuki and Rin trying to reach your body unsuccessfully, you spun in the air and fired one last time before your body was thrown from the top floor of the building, disappearing into the darkness of the night and the buildings.

The bullet made Mikey's dyed hair move slightly, a couple of cut strands slowly descending to the ground, everyone fell silent watching their leader look at the window you had thrown out of, Kokonoi snapping everyone out of their daze.

"Mikey…?"

"If she want to play that game we'll play, before it was a whim, but now it's a necessity, I want her here."

He turned now looking at the wall where the lead bullet had been nailed, brushing the hole and scratching slightly to remove the small object, he smiled observing the shape and caliber.

"Let's start… analyzing this."

He took one last look at his most trusted executives before walking off fiddling with the 10mm bullet, they all looked at each other with a new flame burning in their eyes, you're only making things worse, you should have run but it was too late to get rid of them.

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2stepadmiral · 1 month

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Something I love about Luke, Leia, and Han is that before the Skywalker twins reached their mid twenties, the trio shared about three braincells.

I mean, before the Death Star, Leia and Han probably had a respectable amount each (Leia needed to be smart as an up and coming Rebellion leader and Han definitely was clever as a smuggler and conman), but after that first argument in the detention hall in the middle of a desperate firefight that culminated in a dive into the trash compactor, some cosmic alignment of their inner natures mixed with the will of the Force resulted in both of them being brought down to Luke’s level.

Now, over the years, they all became much smarter and better at working together, but right from the death star onwards for the first few years, they shared about three brain cells. Individually, each of the three were in possession of maybe one at all times, and were decently competent on their own. Luke was a great pilot and field commander, Leia was a fine strategist and mission planner and inspirational leader, and Han, of course, was a very competent smooth talker and mechanic, as well as a brilliant pilot. But put them together in a room, or on a mission together, and usually one of them is going to end up with all three brain cells while the others are up on their shit.

Luke usually ends up with the brain cells when Han and Leia are bickering. The slightest thing sets them off, and suddenly Luke is the voice of reason, which she is very much not used to being.

“I thought you said this was a shortcut, not the front doorstep to an Imperial station for the sector.”

“Hey, I’ve slipped through this way a dozen times before, and never had any trouble. You were supposed to be monitoring the base.”

“Oh, sure, captain, blame me for you forgetting there is an imperial outpost over here.”

“ < exasperated sigh> Alright, Chewie, let’s power up the guns, and hope that these two don’t crash into a Star Destroyer.”

When Leia has all three, it’s usually because Han is on some reckless Corellian daredevil kick, and Luke is in adventure crazed teenager living his dream mode and is too focused on his x-wing or his squadron to see the big picture. Both mindsets are often at least indirectly because of the influence of Wedge Antilles and Tycho Celchu.

“Luke, stop fiddling with your X-wing, we have a scouting mission.

“One second land, I’ve almost got the inertial dampeners just where I need them. Wedge and I were talking, and I think if we have these in sync during our next mission, we should be able to reduce drag by 1.56%.”

“You can finish when we get back.”

“ Wait, we’re not taking Rogue Squadron?”

“<sigh> what part of scouting mission did you miss? and where is Han?”

“I think he’s with Wedge and Tycho.“

“Oh no. What laser brain stunt did they dare him to try this time?“

“…Well, they might’ve said something about flying the falcon through the gap of an imperial two communication tower?”

“Kriffing Corellians. And you didn’t think to order Wedge and Tycho to stay away from Han?”

“…Han is good for squadron morale.”

“<sigh>”

And on the disturbingly, frequent occasions were Han is in possession of the brain cells, it is, without fail, because Leia is in full devotion to the cause of the rebellion mode, and Luke is in strange-mystic-Jedi-shit-is-calling-me-and-I-must-answer-the-call mode.

“Hey, princess, are you still on that Agamar campaign?”

“The people of Agamar need our help, Han. I need to figure out a way to neutralize these Golan batteries.”

“Um, sure, OK, but we’re currently on a completely different mission, and I kind of need you to be ready to mail the guns when we get there.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine when we get to Ord Mantell.”

“Ord Mantell? Uh, this is a mission to Taris.”

“What? oh, you’re right, sorry. I’ve just planned so many of our next few missions, I kind of forgot, which one we’re on.”

“… When’s the last time you ate?”

“I’ll eat once I figured out how to bring down these Golan shields.”

“…Hey, Luke? Any chance you could talk her worshipfulness into having some rations? …Kid?”

“ what? oh, sorry, hon, I was reading this account on spirituality by Plo Koon, and I thought I might’ve heard Ben’s voice coming from the engine room.”

“…Ben Kenobi is dead, Luke.”

“I know, Han, but sometimes, I can hear his voice through the Force, guiding me, helping me. I’ve been trying to research why and have been reading these journals Ben had in his home on Tatooine, and…”

“Kid, when’s the last time you ate anything?”

“…, now that you mention it, I’m not sure.”

“…”

Moments like these are frequent until maybe half, and after Endor, these moments become very occasional and much more casual as the trio becomes closer and more accustomed to each other’s quirks.

“I thought you fixed the deflector oscillator before we left!”

“I did! Don’t blame me if the Alliance stuck me with substandard parts.”

“Save it for later, you two, or you’d better let me and Chewie take over while you sort it out. I have a Star Destroyers coming up on our bow, and Zsinj would love to hear that the Falcon was shot down.”

“Fair point, kid. Will discuss this later, princess.”

“Fine by me. I’ll try and get those shields dialed in.”

Or,

“Luke, I need you to come with us. I’m meeting with the Queen of Naboo, and I need you as an escort.”

“Sure, Leia. Let me just finish these adjustments and I’ll be ready to fly. Oh, no X-wing?”

“Not this time. Have you seen Han?”

“I think that he went to help Wedge and Tycho perform reflex tests on the new rogue squadron recruits. They should be down at the gorge.”

“With speed bikes, I presume?”

“I think so, but Han told me to tell you he would be careful. And wear a helmet.”

“Well, I guess that’s something.”

Or,

“Han, give me my data pad, I need to prepare for the meeting with the delegation from Ryloth.”

“The Twi’lek research can wait until you finish your supper, Leia. It’s in the gallery, I made plenty, and don’t come back until you’ve had at least two portions. You need to keep your strength up while you’re helping to build the New Republic. Mon Mothma can’t expect you to do everything without even having a proper meal every now and again.”

“… Can I continue while I eat?”

“Not until you’ve had at least one full plate. <sound of grabbing a holocron> You too, kid. You need to stop making me be the responsible one around here.”

“Han, you know that I can just grab that back from you with the Force?”

“Yeah, and what kind of message would that send to the galaxy about the new Jedi? They go around stealing holocrons instead of just eating their dinner like a normal person? Go on, have some food. I made some Karkan ribenes with tomo-spice.”

And right around the time they start figuring this dynamic out, they start to notice that Chewie is less irritated with the three of them. Little do they know, because, again, three brain cells shared between the three of them, that Chewbacca has been actively trying to loan them any of the hundreds of brain cells he’s accumulated over the course of his 200 year long Wookie life and has been furious with how unresponsive to his wisdom they have been.

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orangesaek · 1 year

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Ok so I've been learning Korean recently and thought it was so cute how 포포(popo) means kiss and 포도(podo) means grapes.

So Ive been thinking of a cute scenario with Mark where his s/o is learning korean and mixes the two up when asking for grapes and it makes mark super flustered.

omg my boy mark lee 🥹 i could easily imagine his flustered face lmao should i name this "the grape mistake"? 👀 sorry anyway, thanks so much for requesting this! let me know what you think ♡ hope you liked this! a/n: not proofread. lowercase intended.

mark was working in the studio late at night when you texted him that you'll be visiting him at the company to bring him some snacks and just hang out until he finishes work since you didn't have anything to do the next day anyway.

he mentioned about craving some street food the other day, and so you went to the night market. of course, knowing how much your boyfriend loves watermelon, you started looking for the nearest fruit stand. much to your dismay, the only fruit stand that was open that time ran out of everything else except grapes.

it hasn't been that long since you have moved to korea, but you were already quite quick to learn the language (also thanks to mark's help). however, you never really bothered to learn some of the most basic words for some reason. like fruits, for example.

you were just standing in front of the fruit stand quietly for about a minute, trying to remember a word you never even learned before. you were just about to say grapes in english when the stall owner decided to speak first.

"do you want to buy some grapes? they're fresh," she said. you knew she was talking about the grapes (because obviously there was nothing else in her stall but grapes), but it was the first time you've ever heard of the korean word for it.

"i'm so sorry, but what do you call this fruit in korean?" you asked, hoping she wouldn't find your question too silly. the stall owner gave you a bit of a puzzled look before realizing that you were a foreigner.

"it's called podo," she kindly repeated. after thanking the kind lady and memorizing the word in your brain, you went on your way to mark's studio.

on normal occasions, nobody else but strictly the company staff and artists were allowed to enter the building. however, thanks to mark's popularity within the company and the company actually owing him a lot of gratitude, you were given a bit of a special treatment as his girlfriend.

you were about to knock on the door of his studio but decided otherwise, thinking he might be in the middle of recording something and end up disrupting his work. instead, you sent him a text message that you were already outside of his studio, and thankfully, he was able to immediately open the door for you.

"my babyyy," he greeted in english, clearly delighted to see you again. more often than not, the two of you spoke in english whenever you're alone together. when his members are around, however, you'd mix korean here and there.

he ushered you inside before taking the food you bought for him and placing it on an empty table. he then opened his arms wide and patted his chest for you to come to him for a hug.

"you know you didn't have to bother, but thank you so much for all of this, babe" mark said as he tightened his embrace. "really appreciate it, thank you."

right after eating, mark went back to work while you quietly scrolled through your phone. the two of you were in comfortable silence though, and that was one of the many things that mark appreciated about you. you weren't the type to constantly seek for his attention, and you knew how to entertain yourself when he's busy.

"babe, there are still some grapes left, right? can you please get them for me?" he asked. you got on your feet and passed him the remaining grapes.

"thank you," he said before putting his headphones back on. he placed the grapes on the right side, which was on the other side from where you were seated.

while you were scrolling through your phone, you could see mark pop a grape or two in his mouth every now and then while he was on his computer. you never got the chance to taste one while you were eating earlier (because you were too full), and looking at mark just eating it so deliciously made you want to have some, too.

mark was about to put another grape in his mouth when you lightly poked his left arm. he then looked at you, the grape still between his right thumb and index finger.

"podo juseyo~" you asked in an aegyo voice, both hands open in a gesture to receive. mark blinked at you twice, suddenly feeling flustered while you were there just cutely blinking your eyes at him, waiting for him to give you the grape he was holding.

"w-what?" he nervously asked, his ears turning red at seeing you ask for a 'kiss' after briefly having a coughing fit (poor boy just choked on his own spit). it was definitely not the first time the two of you have shared a kiss, but it was the first time for him to see you ask for it so cutely.

"podo," you repeated. "isn't grape called podo in korean?"

mark's mouth fell in an 'o' after realizing what you have just said. he took off his headphones and asked you again if you were asking for podo, and not a kiss.

you broke into laughter, with mark sheepishly laughing along with you for his mistake. after laughing for a good minute or two, you then took mark's right hand (which was still holding the grape).

"babe, we can get the best of both worlds," you said, still chuckling and smiling in between. mark looked puzzled, wondering what you meant.

"we get to split the grape in two and kiss each other at the same time. like this," you raised mark's hand to your mouth, placing the grape between your teeth and motioning for him to lean forward.

mark chuckled at your idea but leaned in for a kiss and a bite of the grape anyway. needless to say, it was literally the sweetest and juiciest kiss he ever had.

- end.

requests are OPEN! feel free to send me an ask ♡

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toontruelove · 1 year

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The Last dance

(I hope you like it @shortcakelils And sorry for taking so long! also hope you like the surprise at the end made by @sovereignspades) “Alright, ready!” Lily was looking at herself in the mirror as she made sure the dress she was wearing was perfect, it was a dress that complimented her body type perfectly, her make up was simple yet also eye-catching, her hair was working with her tonight thankfully when she was working with it. She had it up in a ponytail with the scrunchy cuphead gave her on her birthday, she only wears it on special occasions and this was one of them. As she gave herself one last look in the mirror she looked at the flier that was taped to the mirror's frame. With a smile she pulled it off and read it over once again just in case. “Come one come all to the Devil's casino for a rare event, singles night! There will be dancing, Live performances and so much more!. Everyone would be given cards with the suits on them, Hearts would be talking with other hearts, clubs with clubs and so on and so forth, but the Jokers will have free rein to talk to all of the groups. Just bring in this flier to gain admission. (this time you get to keep your souls).”

Lily can’t help but snicker at the last bit, you knew that the brothers convinced the devil or dice to add that as a way to entice people to come and join in on the fun. “Ok time to head out.” She said as she grabbed her coat, purse, keys, phone and of course the flier. The walk to the casino was lovely as the city came to life around her and it was surprisingly a warm night for once on the island and Lily just soaked it up as she let it fill her confidence and determination. Tonight she hoped that Cuphead would be at this party, but with his love for parties he wouldn’t be caught dead not being there.as she got closer to the Casino she could see there was already a line out the door as toons and people made their way in, when she was close enough she could see the bouncers made sure that everyone behaved and assured them that they would all be getting in, as long as you had the flier that is. Once she showed the flier to the bouncers they ushered her in and directed her towards the coat check in and after saying thank you to them she checked in her coat and walked down the hall towards the main casino. Yes she may have been used to walking its halls as a worker but as a patron it was different. It felt exciting as if she was one of the high rollers looking for one of the tables. When she got to the red doors adorned with gold and the card suits she took a deep breath and opened the doors and was greeted with what the night had to offer. But before she could fully walk in a toon to her left spoke up. “Hello miss” He said, making her jump a bit and look at him. The toon can’t help but laugh a bit. “Sorry for the fright miss, but here is your card.” he said as he handed her a card. After taking the card Lily looked at it and laughed a bit. “So I got the heart” she said and the toon smiled at her. “Seems to be the most popular one.” the toon said as he pointed to one of the areas. “The hearts are over there miss, but if you get confused the spotlights are there to help you find your spot.” he said making Lily lookup and sure enough there were spotlights over the groups each one in the shape of the suit. “Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.” Lily said as she made her way to the Hearts and as soon as she got there it was a mix of toons and humans. As soon as the group saw her a few people started to talk to her and were really friendly with her and soon Lily was having a good time talking to everyone and when the subject of jobs came up Lily proudly said she worked at the casino and that caught the attention of a few humans and toons. Sensing the vibe shift Lily politely excused herself to go to one of the bars and sat down at it. “Water please.” She said and was thankful that Ginette was working the bar and not one of the other two. “Surprised to see you here.” She said as she handed Lily the water and laid on the bar a bit. “I thought you would be at home with things like this.” she said as Lily took a sip of her water. “Normally I would but I'm hoping that I’ll catch his attention.” Lily said with a bit of a giggle. Ginette knew who she was talking to and just smiled at her. “Well Mugman and him are the Jokers so you might see them soon.” She said as she started to prepare a drink for another patron. “Not surprised, with all the pranks they pull all the time.” Lily said with a bit of a laugh, remembering the first prank cuphead played on her when she first started to work at the casino. He had put glue on the tray she was using and thankfully she was wearing gloves so it didn’t stick to her hand. but still she was a bit angry with him but even then she found the humor in it. “Are you here hoping to run into him?” Ginette asked as she continued to make drinks and Lily couldn't help but nod as she messed with a strand of hair a bit. “Is it that obvious?” she asked, making Ginette gently laugh. “You’re wearing the scrunchy he gave you on your birthday, and we all know you only wear it on special occasions, considering how often you lose hair ties.”

Hearing that Lily’s face turned a bright pink making her sip the water more as she looked away. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” she said playfully and with a smile.making Ginette just smile at her. “Well I hope you enjoy your night darling, even if you don’t run into him.” she said as she walked down the bar to help someone else. “I hope I run into him.” Lily said a bit under her breath. “Run into who?” Hearing his voice made Lily’s heart skip a beat as she turned to the owner of the voice. “Cuph-” but she stopped herself when yes, she was looking at Cuphead but he also had a woman on his arm. “Hey Lily’s, hope you’re having fun with the party.” he said with a smile but the woman hugged his arm a bit tighter. “Who is this cuppy?” she asked and that just made Lily scream internally at the nickname. “Oh this is my friend and coworker L-” before he could answer Lily got up and held her hand out to the woman. “Lily, my name’s lily”

The woman looked at Lily’s hand for a second before letting Cuphead’s arm go to take her hand, Both squeezing it tightly. “Fleur.” she said with a smirk. “Sorry but it’s fr-” Lily gently cut her off. “French for flower I’m guessing?” She asked surprising Cuphead. “I didn’t know you knew french.” he said with awe in his eyes. “I know a bit but not a lot.” Lily said not taking her eyes off of the woman. “A woman of culture I see.” Fleur said with a bit of a sneer. Lily just smiled back at her as she let her hand go. “So Cups what are your plans for the evening?” She asked as Fleur glared at her a bit. “Oh i wa-” once again cuphead was interrupted and honestly it was getting on his nerves. “He is going to the dance floor with me, gonna teach him some ballroom.” she said with a smirk but Lily put her hands on her hips. “I think he would be more comfortable with swing dancing.” Lil said and at that Cuphead’s eyes lit up. “Oh man swing! There is a contest for it soon! Lily, will you be my partner?” He asked surprising both of the women but Lily just smiled and nodded. “Sure!” She said happily, making Fleur huff a bit before letting Cuphead’s arm go and started to walk away. “Come and find me cuphead when you want to learn ballroom.” She said before disappearing into the crowd, confusing cuphead as he watched her go and then he looked at Lily with a shrug. “Was it something I said?” he asked with a bit of a smirk making Lily gasp at him. “Hold on, was all of that on purpose?” she asked as cuphead took a seat at the bar. “Ya i was talking with a few from the Diamond area and she just jumped me.” he said as he ordered a drink. “You ok?” Lily asked, her jealousy quickly fading away as she sat down next to him. “Honestly before I saw you no, she would not let me go and was being really pushy.” he said with a huff as he turned to her. “Like Lily’s she was so pushy that she wanted to get together after everything!” he said as he threw his hands into the air. “But when I saw that scrunchy of yours I knew you would have my back.” he said as he gave her playful finger guns. Lily on the other hand her face was a bright pink as she played with her hair a bit. “You know I'll always have your back Cups.” she said and Cuphead grinned at her and patted her shoulder. “I know, that’s why I came over as soon as I saw ya.” he said as he soon finished his drink and got up from his seat. “Well back to meeting others.” he said as he started to walk away but he stopped and turned to Lily. “Also, Lily” he said, making her look at him. “Ya cuphead?” He gave her a look over and grinned at her. “You look Amazing.” he said before wandering into the crowd. Lily felt as if she was on cloud nine for the rest of the night, even when she would be dancing with others on the dance floor. The only thing she could think of was what Cuphead had said to her and each time she would have a giggle fit and when asked she would say it was nothing, but to her it was everything.

The night was full of fun and surprises for her and she met new toons and new people all along the night, soon she was sitting with a few just talking about what they looked for in a partner and Lily named everything she liked about Cuphead and was thankful no one knew him. But when it was announced it was time for swing Lily excused herself from the others and made her way to the dance floor, excitement filled her chest when Cuphead found her, grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor with him. Both having wide smiles as they danced but when the tempo sped up Cuphead was soon throwing Lily around. Whenever he did Lily would yell happily making him laugh as well in the process. As soon as the music was over the two were breathing heavily from the dance and made their way to one of the tables, but all the while Cuphead never let her hand go as the two of them sat down at the table. “That was awesome!” Lily said, making Cuphead laugh as he loosened his tie. “Ya it was!” he said and that was when Lily really took in his outfit. He was wearing a wine red three piece suit, a black button up shirt and a black handkerchief was in his breast pocket and a black tie with black shoes. Lily’s face turned pink a bit as Cuphead stretched a bit. Soon the two were quiet as Cuphead moved his thumb a bit on the back of Lily’s hand making her smile and laugh a bit. “You ok cuphead?” she asked Cuphead who just smiled at her. “Just enjoying the moment with a close friend.” he said, making Lily just smile back at him before she looked over at the dance floor, watching people but soon Lily took a deep breath. “What if… we were more…?” she asked and just from that, Cuphead stiffened up and let her hand go before he set it on the table. “Like what..?” he asked as he side eyed her a bit. “Well… maybe…” Lily was feeling nervous at this now and started to play with her hair a bit. “As… a couple..?” she asked hopefully and looked at him.

That was when it happened, Cuphead could not help but laugh a bit as he looked at her with a smile. “Why would I want to be in a relationship with a dear friend? Won’t that… shake things up in a bad way?” he asked and something in Lily snapped as she just laughed a bit. “Oh ya like why would I wanna date a selfish cup? Ya know, wear something that may catch his eye, wear something that means the world to me that he gave me!” she said as she took the scrunchy out of her hair and slammed it down onto the table, making cuphead jump to fully turn to her.

“Or well maybe! Ask him out to the movies, drop hints all the time to TRY and get his attention that I am interested in him.” She said as she messed with her hair a bit, fluffing it out a bit and making it a bit messy. “Or, how about this, tell him things that I haven’t told anyone before in confidence and feeling safe in his arms when he would hug me and tell me things will be ok, but ya know why would I wanna date him.” she said as she was holding back tears. Cuphead’s eyes were wide as he listened to everything and he wanted to say something but when he opened his mouth to say something he would close it. He didn’t know what to say at this point and he just looked away and tried to make a joke but it went over Lily’s head as she got up, and walked away. “Lily!” Cuphead yelled but she didn’t look back, it felt as if her heart was being torn in two as she sped walk to the check in to get back her jacket. Once she got her jacket Lily left the casino but as soon as she stepped out a bone chilling wind blew across the steps making Lily hold her jacket close to herself to try and stay warm. When the wind had calmed down she made her way to her home, the once lively night looking dull and lifeless. The walk home was a blur for Lily but when she got home she did her normal night routine on auto pilot and laid in bed to check her phone, normally she would talk to Cuphead before she would fall asleep but this time, there were no new messages. With a small hiccup Lily pulled close her pillow and held in her tears. “Just friends huh…” she whispered as the events of the night finally weighed down on her, making her fall asleep, but if she was awake a minute more she would have gotten the text from cuphead, asking if he could come over and a picture of her scrunchy on his wrist. “Just let me know if you want this back Lily… and I’m sorry for what I said, Hope to see you soon.”

#toon story #shortcakelils #cuphead #cddwtd #cddwtd cuphead #cddwtd lily #cuplily #lilyxcuphead #lily rose #sovereignspades #art by soverignspades

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likecastle · 7 months

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This one's for @bus-ghoul, who asked for a part two to the BDSM checklist ficlet. Here you go! Some not-super-explicit sex behind the cut, including spanking and kink negotiation.

After the third strike of Nancy’s palm, Robin gives in. “OK, OK, I’ll be your good girl, or whatever,” she says, unable to stop snickering.

Nancy hesitates, caught between the impulse to scold Robin and the need to check in. Honestly, Robin’s sort of disappointed she isn’t more into the scolding. “Do you want to stop?” she asks, dubiously.

“Yeah, yeah, red light green light.”

This tips Nancy over into pure annoyance. “You know that’s not how the system works.”

“But Nance—” Robin wriggles on Nancy’s lap so her ass isn’t in the air anymore and she can see Nancy’s face. “The system is ambiguous, I keep telling you. I’m not, like, uncomfortable or past my limits. Am I supposed to say I’m yellow if I just think this is kind of silly?”

“You’re the one who wanted to try this!” Nancy exclaims, exasperated. Robin’s pretty sure that if she had their checklists handy, she’d be brandishing them like evidence.

Robin feels stupid talking about this while she’s sprawled over Nancy’s lap, so she scrambles off to sit next to her on the bed. “I know, but I didn’t think it’d be . . .” She shrugs, feeling the urge to cover her bare breasts. “I don’t know.”

Nancy must notice her discomfort, because she grabs Robin’s robe off the floor and hands it to her. “What did you think it would be like?” she asks, in a gentle tone that Robin knows means she’s making an effort.

As she pulls on her bulky robe—a green tartan monstrosity she stole from Steve, and a mood killer if ever there was one—Robin tries to think what made her check ‘interested’ in spanking when she filled out the questionnaire. She does like it when Nancy roughhouses during sex, pushing her around or pulling her hair or that one spectacular time on vacation when she got rug burn on her knees that stuck around for days afterward. She’s not opposed to a little pain mixed in with her pleasure, and the times she’s woken up the next day with bruises or the marks of Nancy’s nails in her flesh have on more than one occasion been enough to turn her on all over again. The thought of Nancy’s hand reddening her skin, of Nancy keeping it up until her skin is just one expanse of sensation—that’s got her heart skipping a beat even now. So, too, does the thought of enduring something simply because Nancy wants her to. Maybe it should embarrass her, but she does want to be good for Nancy. She can’t deny that in the past she’s come just from Nancy saying something sweet to her.

“I think,” she says carefully, “I was hoping it would feel more . . . spontaneous?”

Nancy’s lips buckle into another frown. “We agreed, though, that we’d talk about what was going to happen before-hand.”

“I know. I’m not saying—” Robin takes a breath, trying to settle herself. “I’m not asking for some kind of sneak attack. I just . . . when I think about what’s hot about you spanking me, it’s not about some kind of scenario, you know? What turns me on isn’t, like, being a bad girl so teacher puts me in the corner, or a sexy nun rapping my knuckles with a ruler, or whatever. It’s because it’s you, because you want me, because I want to do something for you. And, I guess, what we were doing tonight didn’t really feel like it was about you and me, you know? Does that make sense?”

Nancy nods, looking a little chastened and very fond. “Yeah, it does.” She leans forward and kisses Robin gently, reassuringly. “We can try again another time, if you still feel like it.”

“OK,” Robin says, and then hesitates, pulling back. “But can we still have sex tonight, even though I stopped things? Because you look really hot in all that lacy lingerie, and I’d hate for it to feel unappreciated.”

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin/nancy #stranger things femslash #femslashtember

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randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 1 year

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Some Bleach characters reaction to receiving a bouquet of flowers from their s/o? Thanks!

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is of your liking!

Tsuki's note: sorry it took a little a while!

I chose a few characters again… I am trying to pick different characters XD

I wanted to use a very specific Brazilian saying. But it sounds so weird in English T^T for my fellow Brazilians, it was " cavalo dado não se olha os dentes" something akin to " you don't judge something that was given"

Tsuki's note 2: Nel's is platonic. Purely and cutely platonic.

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Rangiku:

• She is so happy!

• I have a feeling she would rather a bouquet with warm colored flowers. Like red, orange, yellow.

• She will hug you tight!!

• While she puts the flowers in a vase, she will be smiling at the bouquet the whole time.

• She has a very tender and loving look too!

• But you bet she will tease you.

• 10/10 will say something cheesy like " aaaw! What's the special occasion? Did you just miss me?"

• She is not very good with plants but will try her best to keep them alive for as long as possible.

• You can see she is more radiant than ever.

• When the flowers withers away she will be sad and kinda pouty.

• Shamelessly asks for another bouquet from you.

• From now on every time you are not looking, she will have a soft expression towards you!

Ukitake:

• Ok, man is super happy.

• I feel he would love those bouquets with mixes of flowers and leaves.

• He is so surprised that it makes it very easy for you to see so many emotions go through his face!

• It goes like: a small smile and hum from the moment you call him to surprise to realization to happiness to ecstatic!

• He pats your head and ruffles your hair.

• He thanks you a lot!!

• He takes very good care of his bouquet.

• It lasts for a really long time! He also places the flowers on his desk.

• Whenever he has a break he stares at the plants and smiles happily.

• He is 10/10 giving you something back. Be a bouquet, some sweet you like or even an accessory!

• Lowkey looks forward to the next gift from you!

• When he is alone putting them in a vase he wonders why you gave them to him in the first place.

• He doesn't push you though.

• Be ready to have two shinigamis following you around indefinitely!

Grimmjow:

• Surprised to see him here? Why not give some love to the arrancars too.

• Not gonna lie, he will just stare at the bouquet for a while.

• He doesn't know what to do?

• Should he keep it? But they need water, right? Should he refuse it? Who knows?

• He takes so long thinking about it, that he makes you a little upset, as you pull the bouquet away asking if he didn't like it.

• He just " eh?" To you. He is undoubtedly confused.

• But as he sees you pulling the flowers back and looking sad, he snatches them out of your hands: " cannot refuse a gift given"

• That being said, he doesn't care what kind of bouquet it is.

• That doesn't quite help your mood but at least he took it.

• He actually tries hard to keep them alive.

• He may fail miserably, but he did try.

• Whenever he looked at them he felt so weird? It's called affection, you dummy.

• You don't see a direct change in him right away.

• The only thing that happens is that he becomes more protective of you.

• Lowkey is anxious for a possible next gift - in a good way.

• He doesn't know how to give you something back.

• Especially because you still seem a little upset from his previous reaction.

• So to make it up he occasionally just drops himself on you.

• You might notice, right? Right?

Child! Nel:

• You must be wondering why you chose baby Nel?

• Well, picture this:

• You give this little snotty bean flowers. The most colorful ones you can find.

• She will be mesmerized.

• So happy that you got her pretty things!

• She loves flowers!

• You can teach her to care for them and she will do her best!

• He will giggle and show it to Ichigo " itsugo! Look! What y/n gave meee!"

• She will be utterly sad when they whiter.

• But nothing that a warm hug can't fix!

• She will be thrilled if you give her more flowers or even a potted one.

• Claiming that it will live longer ( as long as she cares for it)

• She will take care of the little plant diligently.

• Will give you updates about them. How much they grew, if they bloomed and what not.

• Adorable no?

• Her cute smile has no price! The happiness she shows with such a simple gift is the most precious thing!

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This is it! I hope you have enjoyed what I had to offer!

Forgive if they were short!

I was thrilled to write this, but I felt like I would write a freaking essay again lol

Anyway!

Thanks for reading!

#bleach #bleach x reader #matsumoto rangiku #matsumote rangiku x reader #jushiro ukitake #ukitake jushiro x reader #grimmjow x reader #Child! Nel

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fallout4-reacts · 16 days

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Companions (Any you want, but i do request Strong and X6) with a sole who has a mutation like a Big Horner's horns from FNV? Romance, smut if that's alright (I read the rules, but there wasn't much i could find against it) Please and thank you very much!

Woh...

It’s a very unusual request, at least—

Ok, it's true, I said I'll never do Strong in a romance, and I don't know what I worth in smut... but ... With a Big Horner's horns? How can I genuinely resist?

I can't

But I admit that I have a little difficulty with smut… I had only written one before

I do not know if I will meet your request… if you will like it

Also, I admit that I have trouble finding the right mind set to do this ask, and it also explains a little why I take so much time...

It’s a good request though…

Hope you enjoy reading

(Note that for this one I have suppress Codsworth and Dogmeat.......)

Part 1 - Cait/Curie/Danse/Deacon

Cait : At first glimpse, she shouted in terror when she saw Sole appear in the cage with their massive horns.

She was convinced she was dealing with an unknown species of Deathclaw, and despite her experience as a warrior, she didn't want to beat it with her bare hands.

However, they showed traits that were human.

And Cait's contract was passed on to them.

Cait had a long time to get acclimated to Sole, but she eventually grew fond of her companionship.

In all honesty, she would like to take things farther.

Much farther.

Cait frequently dreams about this large, curved horns.

Cait doesn't like to crave without getting.

Her best approach is to attack, so she basically throws herself at Sole one evening when they make up camp in a reasonably well-protected attic.

Sole actually backs up and attempts to get ride of the young woman, but clearly doesn't want to harm her. Once they manages to mobilize her on the mattress, they expresses their astonishment.

"What's wrong with you?"

"These horns! It's really sexy! I want you to take me, and I want to ride you like a beast."

To say Sole is surprised is an understatement given how unexpectedly Cait threw them out of the blue.

"God, you're even more insane than I expected. So, yes, I am flattered, but I am not a beast. Two, there are many other ways to flirt."

"Name me others!"

"Candlelight supper?"

"How will a candlelight supper give me a good fuck?"

"OK, that's enough. You stay here tonight, I'm going on a walk, and I'll free you tomorrow morning."

Cait realizes she has entirely lost the game, and despite her high on psycho, she falls very steeply on earth.

"I'm sorry," she says sadly.

Sole hesitates with their hand on the doorknob, head between their shoulders.

"Look, Cait, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning with a cool head."

"I really acted like a fool, and I screwed up my only chance of being with the one good person I met in my life!"

Sole lets out a long, deep sigh before turning to the young woman, who is still on her knees after falling on the floor mattress. They approach carefully and kneel before her.

"Let's just say you caught me completely off guard. We'll say you're quite cavalier. I'll admit that I reacted terribly.

"What difference does it make, explanations…"

Sole reaches out and gently touches Cait's cheek.

"I reacted quite poorly. I won't lie and say you're not an interesting woman. I've had, for myselft, maybe indecent thoughts on multiple occasions."

Cait looks up with a mixed expression. She seemed to be trying to understand, to find hope, yet skepticism dances in her eyes.

"Indecent?"

Sole smiles heartily.

"Very indecent…"

Cait raises her head slightly and looks into Sole's eyes.

"How indecent? Will you show me?"

Sole leans in and gently embraces Cait. Even though it is far from Cait's intended assault, she literally melts under the kiss. Her hands come to rest on Sole's shoulders, then one gently rises down their neck, cheek, and eventually hangs one of these unique features that tickles her so much. She heaved a shacking sigh.

Sole doesn't waste any more time on their side, passing an arm behind the young warrior to lie her on her back, caressing her chest.

"I'll show you," they finally reply, their voice raspy with desire.

Curie : The young synth's laughing once again warms Sole's heart. They can't help but be drawn to her fresh and pure personality. They slowly lean towards her at the table, pushing their dish slightly.

"And if not, you never thought of finding a company… in every sense of the word?"

"A company? You mean a companion?"

Sole smiles casually, allowing the young woman to draw her own judgments.

"You know, the only person I feel very deeply about…"

She pauses, blushing intensely as she glances down. Sole tilts their head sideways with curiosity.

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"I…indeed…someone very special."

"Danse?"

Curie busts out laughing once more, and Sole feels the last barriers to their heart melt, even if hearing what comes next may hurt them.

"Oh no! None of it! I'm talking about a very remarkable individual. So special that even nature couldn't help but give it a distinct appearance."

"Nick? I am not surprised. He's very charming."

Curie laughs a little more, feeling ashamed this time.

"No, a little more special."

Sole gazes around, amazed.

"I had no idea you had a super mutant affinity. But it's true that Strong is fascinating."

This time, Curie appears to be perched on thistles, writhing in all ways.

"Oh no, Sole. I'm referring to a close and exceptional person who helped me escape isolation and expand my horizons. I'm talking about a person whose life has graced adorable horns that raise a lot of questions but also attracts me."

Sole remains utterly silent in amazement. Even in his wildest hopes, they never imagined they'd be able to entice the synth. It's utterly crazy. Nonetheless, the bright expression on her face when she meets their gaze is undeniable.

"Despite my…difference…you don't feel rebuffed?"

"On the contrary, sweetheart, I am quite excited. Is that the term? I feel quite excited."

Sole's eyes widened with amazement. They would be lying if they pretended not to be excited.

"So…uh…"

They are looking for a way to go deeper, to express themselves more fully, but they are entirely out of words. Curie appears to be lost in her own boldness.

"I recommend exploring feasible possibilities. What do you think?"

"The…possibilities…"

Without further ado, Sole leans close to the young woman and kisses her passionately. She is unable to resist and prolongs the kiss with incredible ardour, sighing under the caresses that accompany the conquest.

Danse : Many thoughts pass through his mind. He attempts to take stock, but nothing comes to mind. His thoughts got entirely invaded by the succubus's naked body in front of him.

He shakes his head, attempting to dismiss the concept of the succubus. It's very disrespectful. Sole is not a demon who seeks his soul.

But the horns!

These horns sparked so many questions.

He fondles these exquisite horns carefully, lost in thought for a few moment.

But Sole delicately bites his neck, immediately bringing his thoughts back to the present moment. He shivers even more, pressing closer to the seductive creature's flawless form.

“Oh Danse,” wimps his friend, who writhes beneath his hands.

"Sole, you are so…perfect."

His hands let go of the magnificent mutation for a time, allowing them to focus on their lover's beautiful curves and chiselled musculature.

“Perfectly horrible," they say with a small recoil, feeling self-conscious.

Danse doesn't let them fall back into their unhealthy doubts, suffocating their words with a passionate kiss as he gently descends his hands into the intimacy that opens up to him.

"Horrible is what we've gone through. You are wonderful."

Sole moans once again as two fingers of Danse are inserted into the most sensitive part of their body, causing them to bow their back in response to their bestial wants.

"Hmm…take me, oh beautiful Paladin."

"No more Paladin at all, but knight at your service, my love."

Sole's gaze is fixed on his own, and Danse feels his lover literally melt in his arms. He slowly turns them on their backs, kissing them on the neck, shoulder, back, and hollow back.

He continues to softly caress Sole's buttocks, which are round and lovely.

"I'm so glad I didn't succumb to my horrible preconceptions the day we met," the fallen Paladin softly whispers. "I would have made the biggest mistake of my life."

He slowly penetrates his lover, allowing time for the other's body to adjust to his member.

“A deadly mistake,” chuckles Sole, but their laughter turns into panting as Danse penetrate them, skimming to find the most comfortable posture.

"Indeed."

Danse immediately grasps Sole's two horns in his hands, leading the charge with renewed fervour, to which his lover's groans reply in bliss.

He can't help but moan with ecstasy as he feels the intimate walls close in on his sex, leaving him panting even before his companion delivers the first jolts.

When they eventually lie down beside each other, breathless, Danse is unable to hold back a wide smile.

"Indeed…"

Deacon : Sole has no way to control their laughter. Deacon fainted from being insulted.

"For someone who has horns on their head, I think you're pretty cheeky."

Sole is taken aback for a moment, wondering if Deacon is joking or genuinely offended. For any response, they just clutch the amazing tail hanging from the agent's lower back.

"You haven't found anything better? But God, it's a true one!"

"My mother was a Deathclaw and my father was a gossip."

Sole laughs so hard this time that their tummy hurts.

"You had a tail surgically placed just to get me in your bed?"

Deacon appears increasingly disappointed as he picks up his tail from Sole. Obviously, he lacks the nerve to control her. However, his falsely insulted expression is funny.

"We do not mock the attributes of others!"

"Come on, my little spy, come here. A guy who can be sliced up for flirting must have some in his pants, and I want to see it for myself."

"My mother should be turning in her grave…"

"Deathclaws have graves?"

"This one, yes."

Sole begins to question whether Deacon is kidding or serious. But somehow, this whole situation is quite thrilling.

"So come and show me what else your mother left you…"

"My other tail, it's from my dad."

"You're insane, but I love it."

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kachikirby · 1 month

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Made with Love

Because it's Meta Knight's birthday, I'm doing another Metaccine drabble.

Today was Meta Knight's birthday and his wife and children were excited. Their father had gone out of the house to meet for a birthday lunch with the crewmates of the Halberd for the occasion, something that would likely take a few hours. Of course, this gave them plenty of time to prepare their own celebration, and that was their reason for being in the kitchen right now.

"Alright, everyone, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna split in to two groups: Kirby will be with me and Sieg and Freya will work together. Kirby and I will work on dinner and you two will work on dessert, do you understand?"

Fettuccine got three nods in response.

"Good! Let's get to work!"

The twins went off to do their own work as Kirby walked over to Fettuccine, already inhaling a frying pan to gain the Cook Ability.

"So, mom what are we gonna make?" The pink puff asked, clearly excited for whatever was planned, making Fettuccine giggle.

"Well, I decided we should make one of his favorites, of course! Chicken parmesan!"

The child's eyes lit up. "Oh! Thats a great idea! Oh, but wouldn't just chicken and spaghetti be a bit too little? We should add other things like maybe a big bowl of salad! Oh, oh, oh, and truffle fries! Or a fruit salad for color! A whole loaf of garlic bread! No, wait, maybe mix some seafood in the noodles-"

"Alright, Kirbo, calm down! While the garlic bread does sound like a good idea, I think it'd be a bit too much to add all those other things. You want him to have room for dessert, right?"

"He'll have plenty of room for it!"

"You know what I mean. It won't be fair to Sieg and Freya if we make a whole bunch of things for him."

Kirby paused, as if to think. "Oh, that's right! Well, we can get it done in a jiffy!"

"Yes, but remember, just the chicken parmesan, the noodles and sauce, and the garlic bread. Nothing else." Fettuccine replied, making herself clear.

"Ok, mom!"

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On the other side of the kitchen, Sieg and Freya were in a bit of a standoff, handwritten lists clutched tightly in their nubs.

"I think we should make a chocolate cake!" Sieg said.

"We should make a chocolate ice cream sundae!" His sister replied.

"Dad has sundaes every day!"

"He also has chocolate cake every day!"

"No, he has chocolate... um... fandant!"

"That's the same thing!"

"No, it's not!"

"Siegy, Fre-fre, I would appreciate it if you didn't argue with each other." Fettuccine said, looking over at them, causing them to immediately stop.

Sieg rubbed his head, as if trying to think of what to do as Freya shifted her weight to think about her own answer.

Suddenly, the daughter spoke. "Um... I know dad likes both sweets and chocolate..."

"Uh-huh..."

"So, um... maybe we can both make something for him?"

"We are gonna make something. though!"

"No, no! I meant we should make our own things for him! He loves both so why should we choose?"

Sieg looked up as if thinking and then turned to Fettuccine.

"Mom, is it fine if we both make one dessert for dad?"

"Go ahead! I don't see why not!"

"Wait, how comes they get to make multiple things!?" Kirby asked with a pout.

"Because we're already doing chicken parmesan and garlic bread, and those are two things. Plus, we're technically doing three things if you count the spaghetti with the chicken parmesan meal."

Kirby seemed to pout even more, as if he couldn't deny that statement, making both Fettuccine and the twins laugh.

* * *

A few hours later, Meta Knight walked into the house, looking a bit tired as he fell onto the sofa. As he let out a long sigh, he felt someone plop next to him and pick him up in a hug.

"Welcome home, Metty!" Fettuccine exclaimed.

Almost instantly, it felt like that was enough to give him his energy back, and he gave a kiss to his wife.

"I'm glad to be home, my bunny." He smiled.

"I know you are, honey. I hope you had a wonderful little birthday party with the others~."

Meta seemed to sigh, drawing a bit of concern from his wife. "Well... it was mostly fine until Dedede and some of his Waddle Dees decided to crash it while complaining about how he wasn't invited and how we could've used his castle for a giant party but we didn't."

Fettuccine seemed to pout. "Well maybe I should go talk to him..."

"It'll be fine. I said we're going to have Sieg and Freya's birthday at his castle this year. Besides, he also wanted to give me a gift..."

"Well, what is it?" Fettuccine asked.

With a blank expression on his face, Meta pulled out a hammer with a ribbon tied around it.

"…he gave you a hammer?"

"He did."

"…why?"

"It's how he expresses his friendship. It's the thought that counts, I suppose."

Fettuccine nodded in response. "Well, that makes sense. Are you ready to have your birthday dinner? We spent the whole day making it!"

"Yes, I'm quite looking forward to it."

What Fettuccine didn't say was that Sieg and Freya were still putting the finishing touches on their desserts and that was why they didn't come to greet them. However, her husband seemed to understand that, and that was why he happily sat at the table.

"First is dinner, made by me and Kirby!"

Upon saying that, the pink puff walked out of the kitchen holding a plate full of chicken parmesan with a heaping side of pasta and a piece of garlic bread.

"Happy birthday, dad! I wanted to give you more than just this, but mom said it would be too much food, so I had to cut down on it."

Meta chuckled in response to that. "I appreciate the thought, but I do understand why she'd say that. Anyway, thank you for the food, I'm sure it will be delicious."

* * *

After finishing his dinner, he turned to Fettuccine and Kirby.

"Well, what did you think?"

"It was delicious, of course. I had no doubts about your cooking."

Both of them smiled, with Kirby tackling his father with a hug.

"I'm so glad you loved it! Happy birthday!"

"Yes, thank you, Kirby."

"But that's not the only thing, Metty. You also have dessert to eat."

Fettuccine walked into the kitchen for a moment and then followed Sieg and Freya out. The twins carried out two things, one was what appeared to be a plate of chocolate cake and the other appeared to be a giant chocolate ice cream sundae. Meta Knight hid his confusion and concern for what he was getting, willing to stomach down this meal for the sake of his children.

"Happy birthday, dad! We made these for you!" They both exclaimed with a hug.

"Thank you, Sieg, Freya." He then looked at the desserts. "Not that I'm unappreciative of it, but is there any reason why there's two dishes?"

"Um... we both had ideas of what we wanted to do but we couldn't decide..." Freya explained.

"We didn't wanna cheat and use the Cook Ability, so we did our best on our own..."

Her father nodded and then looked at both the dishes. The chocolate cake looked uneven and was covered in a mountain of frosting and occasional sprinkles. There was a message on it, but it was barely legible. For the sundae, it looked a bit neater, but at the same time it was also extremely messy, with a lot of its toppings starting to settle in the bottom of the giant bowl. Of course, there was chocolate ice cream and fudge, but there also was a notable coffee scent lingering near the bottom. Speaking of the bottom, there were brownie bites and chocolate chips starting to pile up there and the whipped cream was starting to slide to the bottom of the bowl. Honestly, he didn't know how to feel about them.

"I'm going to have the ice cream first because I know it'll melt if I let it sit out." Meta said, making it clear to Sieg that there was no favoritism involved.

The twins nodded and Meta took a bite of the sundae. Almost instantly, he was shocked! Quickly, he tried Sieg's dish and he was reeling from it. Not because they were bad, but quite the opposite! They were delicious!

"Fetty, try this!" Meta exclaimed, allowing his wife to have a bite.

Fettuccine tried a bite of the sundae, and she was blown away enough to try the cake, only to get the same reaction. "You both made these without the Cook Ability?!"

"Uh-huh!" Both twins nodded.

Meta stared for a moment and then stooped down to Sieg and Freya's level before giving them a hug.

"It's wonderful. Thank you so much." He uttered in a gentle voice and his heart melted when he saw their sparkling eyes in response to that. Almost instantly, he felt them tackle him while in his arms.

"Happy birthday, dad!"

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casual-eumetazoa · 8 months

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After a small uptick in followers, I am now getting close to 500 subs on YouTube:

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On this occasion, may I interest you in some of my video essays, which have not much in common other than my utter dedication to the topic and, most of the time, questionable outfits and makeup.

Science Has An Accountability Problem

First in an anthology (that will get done, I promise, as soon as I replace all of my equipment that decided to break) exploring the problems of 21st century academia. I am a PhD student full of righteous rage and I will get to the bottom of every single thing that infuriates me about this system. This one explores scientific fraud: how often it happens, why it happens, and what we can do about it.

Pokemon Evolutions Are Real... Kind Of

Brought to you by my boyfriend's pokemon hyperfixation mixed with my master's in evolutionary biology. It's about metamorphosis, puberty, evo-devo, and, well, Pokemon. Watch it to find out why genetics is less of a computer code and more of an instruction for Ikea furniture.

Disability and Capitalism 2-parter

Two videos that took a monumental amount of research to put together, exploring the history, the reality, and the potential future of disability, as well as it's connection to our current economic systems. If you've heard of the medical model and the social model of disability but have never encountered the economic model of disability, you should probably watch this. Or don't, I'm not your boss. Anyway, there is a fun sci-fi-ish sketch at the beginning.

Representation DIY: Autistic Headcanons

My first ever video essay, so the quality is what it is, but I'm still proud of it. Explores the concept of media representation, my personal experiences as an autistic person, and why I think that autistic headcanons are often better than canon autistic characters written by allistic writers. Also, a lot of Jonathan Creek. For the fans of the incredibly niche British TV and detective magicians.

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This isn't everything I have, so feel free to click on the channel and check stuff out. I still harbour some hope to maybe eventually some day become a full-time video essayist because with my combination of autism, chronic illness, and existing as a very queer person in a very traditional and catholic Eastern European country, working from home might be my only option of being ok after I get my PhD. So yeah, every subscription helps.

Reblogs do a lot, btw. Even if you have like 3 followers, trust me. Your one reblog just might make this my career in a couple of years. So any interaction is highly appreciated.

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boltermasterbon · 1 year

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So ummmmm this is my first post hope y’all enjoy I’m mainly going to do gender neutral stuff with arcane, Star Wars and Frozen characters cause I’m a simp this first post is going to be for my fellow elsa simps so…..ENJOY!

Warnings Angst, death, and loss of loved one.

Title: Loving the snow queen is a losing game… Part1 ;)

You were not a person who was rich nor a noble you were just a person that lived in a small house near the outskirts of the kingdom though somehow you blessed to have a friendship with the king and queen’s daughters. Elsa and Anna somehow you were their best friend you played and laughed and cried with them the three of you were a trio of fun but unfortunately when Elsa accidentally hit Anna with her powers things somewhat Changed Elsa became a bit distant then the day their parents died things changed completely. Your friends were no longer there for you and you weren’t there for them the two sisters grew apart while you lost your father, your grandfather, and your uncle you were alone luckily you had a few dogs with you so that’s a plus but one day a day that you thought was going to be the same as any other was about to change. A man on a bourse gave you a letter it was from Anna she had personally invited you to come to the ball and the opening of the gates you were glad she at least remembered you. You decided to go you didn’t have the best clothes luckily you managed to find some decent clothes that would fit the occasion and so you walked to the castle there you were at the gates when they opened nostalgia came in you remember the the times you got to the hang out with the sisters in the castle. You were happy and eager to see them after all this time you couldn’t wait to see Anna and Elsa and how they grew then after wondering the castle you found yourself sat down on a bench for Elsa to become queen when you saw her god the whole world stopped for a moment as you saw her beautiful blue eyes and her gorgeous blonde hair your love for her was reignited like a wild fire. Then when you saw her nervousness when she held the two golden objects (that idk what are called) you noticed a small bit of ice growing on where her hands were you always knew she had powers and when she became distant you noticed she stopped but didn’t asked cause you assumed she didn’t want to or something. Then at the ball you found Anna and Elsa at last and they both saw you Anna eyes lit up in happiness and relief “oh thank god you came” Anna said to you giving you a big hug while Elsa she looked at you with happiness and surprised eyes some people could notice she blushed a little even Anna noticed but said nothing “how have you been y/n?” Anna said “Good…though things have been lonely” you said “…….I missed you guys” “missed you too!” Anna said you looked at Elsa and then said “ my queen” in taunting voice as you bowed she rolled her eyes “Good to see you too y/n” elsa said as she chuckled a little then you guys talked and catches up then came the Duke of weaselton (Idk how to actually spell it lol) he took Anna and danced while you and Elsa laughed then you too had a moment. “ I’ve missed this” you said “me too…” said Elsa as her eyes Changed a bit from fun to longing and emptiness “You okay?” You asked ”oh I’m okay” she said though deep down you knew something was off then Anna returned from her crazy dance then Hans (who I hate but also kinda like cause he was a good betrayal villain) appeared you when Anna said her and Hans were wanting to be married you had……..mixed feelings about a the common sense part of was like “ok hold wait a minute this is just to fasts y’all at least need to date and put a ring on it first” while the friend side of you was like “yes! Finally she finds someone to love” then when elsa said no you were shocked a bit but agreed with her a bit on the “you can’t marry someone you just met part” but when things started to get heated you tried to help Anna and elsa then when elsa used her powers and created those spikes of ice you got to closed and the spikes hit your shoulder and your face leaving two small cuts which Elsa. Her eyes showed concern, fear and pain while she could feel her heart ache then she ran yet you still tried to follow her when she crossed the lake you chased after her but then you slipped too hard and ended up knocking yourself out the last thing you saw was elsa running into the unknown

#elsa x reader

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luis-block · 1 year

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Pick your own Cotl Smut: 🔞Clauneck part 1

First part (and first fic) for the project! I will make the stories into two parts for all of them for more build up and content. Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW 🔞, Scent kink, aphrodisiac kink, VERY suggestive but no full action

‘My dear friend, I am so very apologetic for my lack of words last night. T’were not my intent to run thou off crying. Please forgive my foolishness and come to talk with me. I have thought about what you have said and would like to talk about this with you.

Yours sincerely, Clauneck’

You stare at his beautiful handwriting with mixed emotions. Knowing the fortune teller, he looked at his cards and already knew what would come of this conversation. But you wish you also knew right now as well. You gather your bearings as you write back, saying you will be there in the afternoon. You needed to prepare yourself. Sure he has never even been rude to you, or had been malicious to anyone, but you knew he would only say what the truth was and not sugarcoat things.

The afternoon comes to fast as you make your way to where Clauneck has been camped out with his fortune telling set up in Darkwood. You walk slower than normal, preparing for the possible heart break you were about to face at the hands of the fortune teller that you have called a friend for so long. The smell of orchid incense leads you to his tent. You note this isn’t a scent he has used before but has probably been in his collection for centuries. It calms you and gives you a feeling you can’t quite explain.

But not the less you quietly walk up to him, as it seems he is meditating. He seems on edge for some reason or another, which is out or character for the being of tarots. He opens his eyes to look at you, softly smiling as he pats to the extra pillows, he has for you to sit in front of him. “Lovely to see you, my friend. Please come and sit with me so we can talk.” he says calmly. You feel much more at ease, a stark contrast to your travel over here.

You sit in front of him, closer than you usually would as the pillows are situated almost under him as well. “So, I want to say I’m sorry for the mess of emotions that came out last night. I really didn’t mean for that to happen...” You mutter as you look down. “It’s quite alright, my orchid. Sometimes our emotions are like a hurricane in our minds, waiting to come out and flood our words. I am not upset at all by what you said.” He hummed, moving closer to you without you noticing. “Are you sure Clauneck? I don’t even know what I said for the most part, only a handful of comments came to mind when I thought about it.” You blush and look away, as you notice him looking down at you from him tall stature. “And I hope I didn’t say anything to embarrassing.”

He chuckles as you fall from the pillows on to the ground as you make a noise of surprise. “My apologies! I suppose I could have gotten more pillows for the occasion. But I have a solution.” You look mildly confused as he picks you up with no effort, setting you on his warm lab. “That is better than the ground, yes? Are you felling ok, my friend?” He asks as you lean into him and sigh. The smell of his usual go to incense invades your senses, as well as something else. You had never been close enough to smell the mucky undertone he has, the more you smell it the more you relax into his touch.

“Yes, this is fine… But what did you what to talk about? It’s ok if you don’t return my feelings. As long as we can still be friends?” You look up at him with hopeful but dazed eyes, hoping to get a solid answer. “Of course, I thought my response was evident enough with the room's aura and smell. But I realize your species also don’t communicate with scent markers. So, I’ll give you a hint.”

He leans down to your ear, his breath fanning down to your shoulder as you shutter. “Most scents of incense have meaning to them; do you know what orchids scent is associated with?”

“I-I don’t know, what is it.” You can now guess that your feelings are reciprocated by his actions, but the scent thing was unexpected. You lean your forehead to his as he sighs, obviously smelling you scent as he leans back into you. “Well, they are associated with Love, Passion and, well, fertility.” He purrs out, enjoying the dark blush that has settled on your face.

“Our fates intertwine and will stay like that for the rest of time as we know it. We also have a family in our future as well… If you want to begin our ties sooner rather than later.”

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By The Books-Part 3

Warnings:The regulars with this series, you know... and then some... lets call it fluff? Idk it’s been a hot min. Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY) Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader A/N: I hope yall enjoy it!!!

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As I was cooking dinner Sam walked In, in search of a beer most likely.

“So what do you really make of Y/N?” Sam asked, or should I say inquired because I’m a professor now… any way I answered with a “she seems cool, like she can hang with the big boys in the big leagues. She’s got promise. Especially in abnormal psych. I should the Gacy picture,”

“Not the one with the decalitated head.”

I nodded as I mixed up the ground beef with the marinara sauce.

“Yep, she didn’t even flinch.” I said as I added some spice.

“Well dean you should’ve seen her answering questions in my class. I kid you not, she demolished everyone. It was art.” Said Sam as he took a seat.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as—“ I was cut off by Sam saying “she answered the Wicca v. Witchcraft question, Dean, no hesitation, just pure facts.”

“You thinking we need to do a test on her?” I asked. “I shook her hand with a silver ring, cross on the inside. I wore blessed oil and got close too, no reaction.” I relplied.

Sam added, “I had salt on the entries and exits, devils trap under right where she was standing, got no adverse reaction.”

“So she’s naturally this good?” I asked as I served up his salad and my real food.

“Or she’s just curious” said Sam as he took in a mouthful, “either way we’ll see what she’s made of soon enough.”

NOW:

Two Weeks Later

Dean POV:

Man today’s classes went on way too long. I’ve been getting impatient with these kids. None of them are rising to the occasion when it comes to Y/N. She literally wipes the floor with them. I could see the hate from some of these kids who roll their eyes when she raises her hand. It’s almost like they know her adding onto the class means that they need to work more in the end. Not to mention she’s doing all of this while being a student researcher for not just one professor, but two.

As soon as class was dismissed today I texted my brother, making sure our plans for lunch were set in stone. As soon as I got the okay from him I made my way to the Chinese restaurant across from campus, where we were planning to meet. Luckily, he was already there and ordered.

My brother noticed my frustration immediately, “Someone’s pissy. What happened?”

I just replied with “These kids. They’re acting some kinda way towards Y/N simply because she’s stepping up to the plate.”

“That’s happening in your class too?”

“Yeah, it’s really pissing me off. She does such great work and obviously knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe it’s just too easy for her, Dean. Maybe we need to crank it up.”

I looked at him sideways, “we are trying to teach her, Sammy, not murder the poor girl, it’s bad enough she has to defend a thesis.”

“A thesis which we are going to help her prepare…” Sam said with a smirk as he sipped on his tea.

“Come again?” I asked.

“Yesterday she and I were reading ancient ritual ceremonial books from the ….”

“Can we please skip the magical shit, Sam?”

“Ok fine, anyway, she shared her idea of a thesis with me and I tend to like it alot actually…”

“Mind letting me in on this or?” I questioned.

“Her thesis is going to be on the importance and ramifications of human sacrifices on the psyche. It’s going to explore it from a ritualistic and criminal psychological aspect, tying ritual killings to serial killers and finding where that drive comes from.”

“Ok, not gonna lie…. That is gonna kill every other thesis presented.” I smiled. “I never looked at either of those topics being tied together and yet she found this pattern? How?”

Sam smiled and said, “if you give a builder the materials and tools, they’ll build the Taj Mahal, Dean.”

I replied with “Sammy… Don’t ever use any analogy ever again, it’s cringe worthy.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes… yes it is.”

Then I saw that the waiter brought over three bowls of rice and then I heard Y/N behind me, “hey sorry I’m late.”

I immediately looked to Sam and he said “Nonsense you’re right on time.”

As she sat down Sam continued, “So… I just filled Dean in on your thesis.”

“Yeah he did, I’m seriously impressed Y/N. You are kicking some serious ass here.” I said as I took a mouthful of rice.

“Thanks, it’s gonna be hard tying them together though. Ritualistic killings can claim the fear of repercussions but serial killings? Not necessarily.” She said as she took a mouthful of rice.

I started thinking and I said, “Well one could say that many serial killers have a drive to kill, in that it could be considered ritualistic. You also have many serial killers that have patterns to their madness. Very ritualistic in nature. Just because there’s no deity behind it doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t ritualistic.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “That’s true but that only explains a fraction of the serial killers out there.”

I continued, “You’re right about that. The other majority is those with mental illnesses. I did study those as well. In many of those cases it can be seen as a fear driven act. Like some serial killers have a fear of rejection, so they kill the victim before they can be rejected. Others have unresolved childhood trauma that leads them to enact vengeance, trying to make things right.”

Sammy interjected, “That can even be tied to the ritualistic killings of the Mayan peoples. Whenever they had a bad harvest or wanted to appease the gods, make things right, they’d give human sacrifices until their luck turned around. But this is just one of the many early peoples and religions that did this.”

I concluded, “So you need to find that one commonality. If you look at these cases, and these religions, stripped down to their bones. You’ll find that there is really not much difference between these ritualistic killings and these mass murderers. And for those that kill just to kill, you could even say that they were ritualistic in the aspect of repetition.”

She looked confused at that, “How is repetition ritualistic?”

“The act of repeating something is a ritual in and of itself. A definition of ritual as an adjective is arising from convention or habit.”

Her eyes got even brighter as she said, “Ahh I see, so just the fact that it’s done the same way multiple times can consider it as a repetitious act, Making it literally a ritualistic killing pattern.”

Sam looked at me and nodded saying, “Meaning that the drive to kill is repetitious no matter what the trigger is, especially in serial killers and in ritualistic killings.”

I continued, “Many serial killers even describe their murders as ceremonial. They felt they needed to be done, whether it be to regain control, to fix the past, or to just satiate a need. This all falls into ritualistic killings because there is a purpose to them, even if they did it just because they could, that in itself is a reason.”

She smiled and looked down to her rice, “I.. how… Claire wasn’t kidding.” She said under her breath to herself.

Sammy’s eyebrows furrowed, “What did Claire say?”he asked.

She took a forkful of rice and looked up at him with her smile peaking through, “She told me you guys would be more than willing to help.” She swallowed the rice and looked at us both up and down, “And more than equipped to do the job right.”

“I’m equipped to do a few things, Sweetheart.” Shit… did that just come out of my mouth… Fuck me.

She looked unphased as Sammy looked mortified, “What Dean means is, he is also a specialist in witchcraft and religion…. Right Dean…” his eyes got big as I cleared my throat..

“Uhh yeah, I also have a mean medieval weapons collection at home, as well as my hundreds of books on murderers and stuff. You should come by, Sammy has a few occult books that could help with the thesis too. Make a night out of it?” I asked, trying to save myself.

Her head cocked to the side, “Are you asking me over to your place, Dean?” “As much as I want to help you,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I can’t give you all of the information that our library at home can. It’s a literal goldmine for someone like you for a thesis. This is strictly professional but I do understand if that makes you uncomfortable. I can bring a few in but because I can’t say with 100% certainty where you’re going or where you’re at in your thesis, the stuff I bring in may not help you. It may be better for you to just come by and have a look for yourself.”

She nodded as she said “Well I only have a writing class left after this then I’ll be off until Tuesday… So what day works for you?” She asked.

Sammy and I both have the same schedules and ironically… It’s the same as hers, only on campus Tuesdays/Thursdays, online classes Monday and Wednesday.

“When do you get out of your class?” I asked as I checked my watch. “4:30pm” She said as she continued to eat. “I mean we can hang around for a few hours, get some papers graded while you have class, and we can go home with you, I’ll make some dinner and we’ll dive into those books, sound good?” I asked while Sam’s face slowly started contorting.

“Sounds awesome, and thanks so much for all of this. I know it’s not easy letting someone into your home.” She smiled. Sam wiped the discomfort off of his face as he said, “We are just really excited that someone is as enthusiastic about this stuff as we are, it’s not every day that we meet students that are this skilled and well… have an iron stomach for our subjects.” He chuckled. I laughed, “yeah usually kids go running out of our classes once things get uncomfortable.”

She smirked and said, “Growing is uncomfortable, Knowledge can be uncomfortable, that's why the kids run, but the adults stay and handle business.” She said as the waiter came up.

After a nice lunch Y/N said her goodbyes and Sammy and I stood at the table, as soon as the door closed my head snapped to Sammy, “How the hell is she not a hunter?” “Dean”

“No, don't Dean me, you see her right? The way she walks, the way she studies and writes, the way sheeee…” I struggled finding the words. “Hunts for information…” Sam completed.

“Yes! Yes exactly… Sammy she is doing this for more than a thesis. She has to be.” I said as I thought long and hard.

“She’s doing it to impress us.” Sam said. “We are not that special Sammy, she is drop dead gorgeous and has way more important shit to do.” I was exasperated.

“Maybe this is a sign,” I said as Sammy huffed.

“Not this again” “Just hear me out Sammy, what if this is Chuck saying ‘okay boys you had your fun now let's get back into the game, shall we?’” I asked as I played with the straw of my drink.

“Chuck is gone, Dean… You know that.”

“No, I know that Amara had enough of his shit and trapped him on this planet, that’s what I know.” I replied. “Dean… we are retired.” Sam huffed as he took the check to the counter. “So was the Terminator and Rick-Flair but after a decade, bam! Rick’s back in the ring and Terminator’s…. You know…. terminating.” Sam rolled his eyes as we walked out of the restaurant, “listen, Dean, we don’t know her motivation, but we both know if she was a hunter she wouldn’t be able to get up at 5 am to decode tomes before classes, she’d be knocked out, in her bed, with bruises, scars and bloody laundry waiting in the next room. Hunters aren’t masters students. They’re backroads highwaymen, they’re outlaws, they’re….”

“Professors” I said as I turned Sammy towards me, “They’re super intelligent, smartasses, master manipulators, actors, weapons and religion specialists… They are masters at hiding in plain sight… Sam… we are hunters and we have fucking Doctorates.”

“Oh my god,” Sam Drawled out. “Given you hacked Harvard’s servers to get us them but still, we’re fucking doctors.” I said as I rushed out the truth and Sam started walking. “Dean, listen to me… Y/N has no marks, no scars, no bruises. She’s not jumpy or attuned with her surroundings, she has no indication of hidden runes, tomes, no unusual jewelry… She is just a normal woman, with a very interesting set of hobbies that she happens to be getting a degree in. Stop making it more than that… Don’t get her on a path that leads to death. We already did that to hundreds of people. It’s time to stop.” Sam said sternly. I looked at him and said, “fine, fine… We’ll help the girl, get her thesis on track, pray to god she teaches with us, and we’ll move on… but what if she finds out about our past?” “She won’t, it’s all locked away. We made sure of that.” Sam said as we walked into the elevator.

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#by the books #SPN #SPN FANDOM #spn fanfiction #Professor Dean Winchester #Professor Sam Winchester #dean x reader x sam #supernatural #collegeAU

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outofangband · 1 year

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Family and childhood hcs for maedhros if you haven‘t done them already?

I think from this ask game here! I am still very much accepting and wanting them!

(I am also aware this is like two months after it was sent I am so sorry.

Family HC:

Maedhros was close with Aredhel in his youth. They often hunted and explored together and also both shared an interest in learning about animals and the wild through reading or studying which Celegorm had somewhat less patience for. He was quite upset to learn that she had left with little word once he returned to Mithrim from Angband and was even more upset to hear later from Celegorm and Curufin of the rumors following her from Gondolin.

He did not learn confirmation of her death until after his own.

Maedhros also got on well with Indis. During his early childhood, his father was at least busy enough to not be in a state of perpetual active feud with his family and though contact was somewhat limited, he did spend time at the palace of Finwë and thus with Finwë’s family. He did not understand until he was much older why his father disliked Indis so much as he merely thought she was kind if somewhat wary. (I headcanon both Indis and Findis paint and young Maedhros liked to watch them)

Childhood HC:

Maedhros met and saw Melkor many times throughout his childhood. His impression of him was mixed though of course it was largely influenced by his father’s outright dislike and frank curiosity. His opinion was milder though there was no doubt Melkor was an unsettling figure. He never spent much time with him personally but saw him at several ceremonies he attended with and for Finwë as well as simply throughout Tirion. I think that by the time he was a young adult he had enough mistrust in Melkor instilled in him from Fëanor to instinctively avoid him

I also definitely think Melkor approached the children of Fëanor at various occasions for innocuous reasons just to make Fëanor’s blood pressure rise as well as to simply enjoy getting an often violently angry response to his behavior which looked to all others completely innocent

I hope these are ok, anon! Certainly not my best and very late :/

#the silmarillion #maedhros #Fëanor #morgoth #melkor #Aredhel #Indis #musing and meta

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plural-affirmations · 7 months

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Hi again,

I'm actually very much able to converse with my headmates, just meant that it'd be nice to be able to talk to people other than my headmates about all of this. Also just haven't figured out what the right words to describe us are, and certainly haven't become comfortable using them lol.

Either way, might be good to introduce who we have here? If it's not yet obvious, I don't entirely know what I'm doing. Going to avoid names for the sake of anonymity, which admittedly is going to make this annoying.

First of all, there's me. I'm pretty sure it's correct to refer to me as the host and core? I'm the only one who's controlled the body (so far). Then there's my headmates - there's currently three of them, all of them dragons.

The eldest I'm pretty sure is willogenic? I was bored while shopping and decided to imagine a little dragon following me, and then she was there. Comforted me when I got stressed later that day, and basically has been doing that since (minus two separate occasions where I forgot about her for a bit). If I remember correctly, the His Dark Materials series influenced me to even try that, and also shaped how I thought about her in the beginning. She's been the most active one generally (which I do feel a bit bad for, like I'm playing favourites?).

The other two I am significantly less able to classify in any way. For both of them, there was some sort of… presence? It's realy hard to describe, but there was some feeling for a few days before they arrived, which they did suddenly? It's really hard to describe, especially working only from memory.

Happened two separate times obviously, both times in periods where I was stressing about upcoming events, the more recent actually being in the process of composing the original ask I wrote lol.

Either way, desperately hoping I'm not oversharing lol. If I used any words wrong or there any others that you think might be useful please do tell me. Hope you're having a good day either way, thanks for reading my ramblings.

-⚪🐉

Ah, my apologies for misunderstanding! I've kind of been doing that a lot lately >_<"

Also, the terminology varies quite a lot! For example, "core" has quite a loaded meaning in my opinion. The concept of an "original" alter doesn't really exist in DID/OSDD-1 due to the way alters initially form (if you put any stock into the Theory of Structural Dissociation, anyways. That's a whole other can of worms I won't get into unless someone asks though 💀).

However! DID/OSDD-1 certainly aren't the only plural experience, and I think in your case with most likely being willogenic, it's totally ok to call yourself that. I mean, it'd be fine to call yourself that regardless, but you hopefully know what I mean.

Agh, sorry for rambling! Back to the first topic:

Thank you for sharing your experiences with us!! We think it's super cool to see how other multiples perceive the world, and what they think about their life/lives.

I see you mentioned stress being a contributing factor though... have you considered traumagenic or stressgenic? Both are worth looking into if you haven't considered it. Even if you come out on the other end deciding you aren't either of those, I think experimenting with labels is healthy and facilitates self exploration. There's also mixed origins, which is what we are! You're not limited to just one option!

But, again, this is just my dumbass opinion, and all I am is about 100 dudes in a trenchcoat. (/lh)

Sorry this was all over the place, it's 2:00 in the morning here, but this is the first chance I've had to sit down and sift through my inbox without interruption.

Thanks for understanding! I wish you luck!

🖤💜💙💚💛

#answered #not a request #plural advice #⚪🐉 anon

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Snippet 6 - The Lesson II

Series Masterlist

The Lesson I Part 61

Contains: Smut (sexting, oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V, orgasm denial, semi-public sex), discussion of violence and combat, medical procedures, mild gore.

8.7 K words

"If the mind is willing, the flesh could go on and on without many things." ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Training: Day Sixteen

"Hello all and welcome to advanced combat medicine, there's a lot of work to be done, so I hope everyone has done their reading?"

You looked around the room and everyone nodded, "fabulous, we'll start with theory and then move onto practical like normal. Who can tell me what the trauma triad of death is?"

Their hands shot up, "yes, Kozik, you were first."

"Hypothermia, acidosis, and coagulopathy. Cold, acidic blood, bleeding. It's bad and means someone is more likely to die."

You smiled and threw him a cookie, "great. Next, what do you prioritise, moving someone away from danger or stabilising their spine?"

You welled with pride as everyone raised their hand, "yes my love?"

Jax did his best not to blush as he answered, "Safety then spine but if you're in a situation like that, you're fucked anyway." Rather than tossing him a cookie, you leaned over the desk and pressed your lips to his.

"I'm so impressed, today is going to be a great day."

The theory went by in a breeze, the quickfire questions being met with equally quickfire answers. With the last question answered and the worksheets marked, it was time to move on to the practical half.

"Alright everyone, please go into the next room and grab yourself two Bobs, you're going to be saving their life this time while Curt and I do our best to kill them."

Tig's hand went up, "yes Tig?"

"What do you have against Bob?"

You smiled, "Bob is modeled after a mix of people we all hate, Bob sucks, and we enjoy hurting Bob. Now, to the other room, and please pick up a poncho on the way, things are going to get messy."

They all wondering into the other room, it took up most of the floor, there were dummies along the walls, two for each man, a small concrete blast room in the corner and a blast shield as far away from the blast room as possible.

"Now that you're dressed for the occasion, I'd like each one of you to grab your dummies, and Jackson, my love, please pick four volunteers."

You smiled as Jax picked himself, Sam, Opie and Chibs, "wonderful, I would like you gentlemen to bring your dummies into our room in the corner and place them inside, you'll see some footprints on the floor but pick their position randomly."

Once that was done, you waved to Juice, "you answered the most questions so you get to pick. A bomb or a grenade?"

He thought for a moment, "a bomb."

You smiled, "yay. Ok, can everyone go behind those glass panels, that's the blast shield that will keep us safe in case something goes wrong. I'm going to set this up, I will be back in a moment."

You left, returned carrying a solid metal case, and disappeared inside the concrete bunker. They could hear the radio beeping as you moved around then you were coming out with a switch in your hand. You reached over and picked up a small container and shook it, "ear protection everyone, from now on, where you hear me yell for it, have it in your ears as soon as you can or you're going to have problems."

When that sunk in, you moved on, "ok, this is a switch for a very small bomb that's been set up for a controlled explosion that will affect that dummies in the same way a large bomb in an uncontrolled area would have. This is very safe, it's tested every time we use it and it's the same thing used in military bases all over the world. Who wants to press the button?"

They look at each other and you handed it to Sam, "since he's done this before, ear protection in please." When that was done, you held up your hand and counted down, Sam pressing the button as you dropped the last finger. The room almost shook as the blast went off but the bang was minimal. You waved your hand for them to remove their ear plug then smiled, "come on people, you have men to save."

Everyone ran over, and you opened the doors, "get them out and start assessing, act like I needed the information ten minutes ago."

They moved quickly to remove the dummies, their white ponchos rapidly becoming covered in blood, "this guy is dead." The form Phil was carrying was blown to pieces.

You nodded, "yes he is, now move on and help the living."

Chibs waved his hand, "this guy is going to bleed out before I can help him." You paused for him to come to the answer himself while you waved Curt to the other dummies, "so I should move on?"

You smiled, "yep, I'm not hearing from everyone, we've got two down and six to go, people should be yelling at me."

Jax blinked before firing off, "the left arm was too damaged to save, I tied it off he will…."

The sound of crashing pulled everyone's attention away, "looks like Curt's given us some blunt force trauma to work with."

You looked at Jax and waited for him to act, "Hap and Juice, go deal with that."

You held up a hand, "you're sending two people with all this going on?"

Jax nodded emphatically, "yes, most of these men won't live, help the living right?"

You smiled and turned to Juice and Happy, "do you agree?" They both nodded, "then don't listen to me, if you know that your orders are good don't listen to a contradiction."

They ran off and Curt moved to another set of dummies, waiting for your signal as Kip yelled, "this guy is bleeding internally, I've packed the wound, I can't do more."

You slapped him warmly on the back, then waved, "ear protection please." Once that was done, you waved at Curt and gunshots filled the air, with another waved, they removed the plugs and could hear you again, "great, looks like we have three men down with bullet wounds, what are we going to do?"

Jax shot up and shouted out orders, the men splitting off and heading to follow through. You paused Jax before he raced off, placing a hand on his reddened shoulder, "I'm very proud of you Jax."

He gave you a slight nod and ran to the first body he could.

It happened in a rush after that, each time they thought they had gotten on top of it, you and Curt damaged another dummy. By the time each one had been injured, everything but the ceiling was wet and red with fake blood.

They all sat on the floor, their chest heaving with exertion, "Chibs, you're technically the medic, I trust you were keeping on top of everything?" He nodded, "great, what's you report?"

He took a deep breath, "we saved sixty per cent."

You nodded, "is forty per cent an acceptable loss?"

He looked at his friends, "yes, I don't think we could have done more."

You smiled and looked at Curt, "that's what we thought. Anyone who wants to stay behind and help us clean up is more than welcome, I suggest you do so you can ask some more questions. There are more medical classes in the next few weeks, I hope you guys decide to sign up."

To your happiness, they all stayed behind. You and Jax shared a look, and he pressed his lips to your cheek before turning to the group, "many hands make light work, let's let our teachers take a break."

Training: Day Nineteen

Today was an easy day, they were relieved that they had to chance to rest their aching muscles with a day of theory work.

Jax was sitting with Opie, waiting for Billy to show up for their leadership class. Jax had buried himself in all the reading, he realised somewhere between your rant at them all those weeks ago and the training here that he was failing as a leader but he was going to do his best to fix that.

Billy arrived with trademark charm and coffees for everyone, "we won't be here long, we're just going to go over some situations that might come up and work through them. Y/n helped with this, she didn't tell me anything other than the Club's most common problems. Let's start with what happens when you two and Sam aren't around, do you think they can handle it?"

Jax and Ope shared a look and Billy sighed, "I'm going to take that as a no and that's the issue, if the three of you had your heads blown off, your men should be able to manage without you. So how are we going to get them there?"

Jax knew the answer, "make sure they know they can do it without us."

Billy smiled, "yeah, but I'm guessing that realisation has come by way of y/n?"

Jax nodded, "yeah, she's kinda be driving home that we need to be more encouraging."

Billy huffed, "that's her, we were lucky she didn't hand out stickers overseas. She was aggressive about it, which helped when shit was bad, but there's something kinda scary about someone making you be nice to yourself on the threat of a painful death."

Opie laughed, remembering how you were after Donna's death, "she hasn't changed."

Billy sighed, "then try and live up to her standard, be violently encouraging. I'm sure you can both say something good about all the men around your table."

They nodded, "alright then, let me have it, and I want you to really think about it. Tell me what's good about them, why it's good and how you came to that conclusion."

It hit Jax like a ton of bricks that he couldn't actually do that and so did the realisation that you would be able to without thinking.

He took a deep breath, ready to admit his failure, "I can't."

Opie nodded, "yeah, neither can I."

Billy crossed his arms with a determined look, "then let's fix that."

****

"Hey Juicy, come and sit with me, we have things to talk about."

Juice took his spot and Penelope smiled, "so, I have something for you." She hopped up and skipped over to the cupboard before opening it. There was a pile of boxes full of new electronics, "you're going to get your own Batcave, or at least the set up for one."

Juice's face broke out into a grin, "really?"

She nodded, "yep, we all know you'll be happier as the man behind the curtain. I'll walk you through all the set up then someone from the CIA will be here to give you the same clearance I have so you can tap into all resources you need without relying on y/n. It will all be above board and sanctioned by the CIA so you don't need to worry. Then after that we'll head to T-M and get you all set up, I've already got Happy, Chibs and some of our guys making over the big storage room in the back for you."

Juice felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest, "does that I mean never have to.."

Penelope smiled, "yeah Juice. I know no one wanted to have to stay connected to the life for this to work but if everything keeps going to way it is, the Club's never going to have to get their hands dirty again, which means all this, can go towards fun stuff."

Juice paused for a minute, unsure of what to do before coming to a decision, "I need to call Jess, I'll be back."

****

If the knock on your office door didn't clue you into something, Jess standing there was a huge smile on her face did, "what is it Miss Warren?"

She all but skipped inside, "I'm going to need one day next week off."

You blinked, "we have a mountain of cases, do you have a good reason?"

She nodded, "I do. Juice just got fished doing something at T-M and he called me with Happy in the room." You knew what she was going to say next, "so I'll be getting a tattoo soon."

You did your best to contain your excitement, "I'm very happy for you and Jaun. You just tell me when and you can have the day."

She gave a little jump and clapped her hands, "thank you so much, I promise I won't let anything interfere with work, I'm still your intern first."

You smiled slightly, "well then you better get back to work."

Training: Day Twenty-Two

"Hello all, and welcome to forensics, which is actually how to get away with murder. I'm am very excited for this."

Tig's hand went up and you waved at him to continue, "does that mean we get to learn your plan for a perfect murder?"

You shook your head, "No, no one ever will, which is why it will be perfect, as far as you know, I don't even have a plan." You smiled wide, "now, on to the theory, who can tell me what you need to convict someone of murder?"

Chibs raised his hand, "evidence, motive, opportunity and means."

You nodded, "yes, so step one is to try and make the death look like natural causes or an accident, if that's not possible make it look like self defence." Kozik's hand went up, "yes?"

"Doesn't mean we have to plan?"

You nodded, "yes, I hope that going forward, you have no reason to kill someone without planning. Anyway, if you do, the CIA will bail you out even if I've taken a step back."

They all exchanged looks before Opie spoke up, "then why are we learning this, I thought we we're going fully legit, why do we need to kill people?"

You sighed, "just in case Ope, there may come a time when one of your old buyers asks for help and in order to keep things going, you have to get your hands dirty, makes sense?" There were nods all around, "Great. Now, what's the best way to get rid of a body?"

Happy's hand shot up, "melt it in lye, drill holes in the barrel once you're sure the body it's melted then drill holes in the barrel and dump it in the ocean."

You nodded, "yes, but more broadly, you must make sure there is not only no body but no evidence at all, that also means no body wherever the person died and none of the things you used to get rid of it." You grinned and Jax couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach, "the next part is going to be very fun so please follow me."

Everyone headed into the next room and you explained what was about to happen, "in a few moments, I'm going to leave, and you're going to put what you've learned into action. You will split off into four groups, and Jax Sam and Happy will walk around helping out. This is not a competition, and you should help other groups."

You walked over to the tables, "In these brown paper bags are whole pigs legs, intestines and some blood, in the cupboards over there is everything you'll need for disposal. Next to the bags is a list of methods, you're to create a hypothesis with them then stage a crime scene. Once that's done, you'll swap crime scenes and use what you've hypothesised to try and clean up then I'll see if I can solve it. You have two hours, so I don't expect you to be perfect."

Happy had a huge smile on his face, "how much blood?"

You sighed, "a lot, I have papers to grade so have fun."

****

Knock knock

"Come in." The door opened and Jax walked in with his trademark Teller swagger, "how did it go my love?"

He smirked, "great, I think you'll be very proud. We had a lot of fun."

You nodded, "I'm delighted, do you think I'll be able to figure it out?"

He shrugged, "I'm not sure, we've never really seen you in action so I don't know but I hope not. We all tried hard."

You stood up and extended your arm, Jax looping his arm around it, "let's see shall we?"

You walked into the room and looked around, "wow, I am impressed. There's not much mess." You picked up a forensic box and smiled, "we'll see what I can see when I have more than just my eyes."

You started with a black light, taking in all the blood spatters. Then you luminoled the tools they had left out. After that, you went over the remains they hadn't had the time to get rid of. All the while, they stood anxiously waiting for you to give them feedback.

"Let's start with the crime scenes. In scene one, blood was up the walls, and someone dragged the intestines across the floor. In scene two, someone used a hammer to mimic massive blunt force trauma. Scene three was a chainsawing and scene four was a very nasty stabbing. How right am I?"

Jax smiled, "you got everything right."

"Ok, scene one was a dismemberment with a saw, then you tried to burn the bones. Scene two was a dismemberment with surgical tools and I'm guessing there's sulfuric acid in that barrel. Scene three used fire again and scene four was another acid bath?"

Jax nodded, "yeah, how did you guess all of that?"

You shrugged, "I had a lot of experience. There was no way you'd be able to completely destroy a scene in two hours but I'm impressed. But now I'm going bring some of my guys in and go over this place for more than a ten minute look and we'll see."

You met them back in the classroom with both arms filled with bags, "ok then. I'm still very impressed, you did your best for the two hours that you had and there was no way you'd be able to completely destroy a scene in that amount of time. Time to go over your mistakes."

You held up every bag, explained what it was, where and how you found it, where they went wrong and what to do next time. It took hours and they listened carefully. By the end, the smile on Sam's face was a mile wide.

"You're really good at your job, shit."

You smiled, "Thank you Bobby. I hope you can all see how much of myself and what makes me proud that I've had to set aside for the people in the room. I worked my ass off to get the lab, my team and my career to where it is now. I gave up a lot to be here and to be able to do what I just did, and I had to put that on the backburner more than once for the Club."

"We never knew you were this good." To Kozik's credit, he sounded ashamed.

You nodded, "because no one ever asked, no one paid much attention and I don't like to brag. I've been in the local paper a million times and published more times than I can count. You missing out on the achievements I've worked my fingers to the bone to get is not on me."

Sam huffed, "I'm glad you finally said it."

You sighed, "I'm not asking you to blow smoke up my ass or put on a party every time something good happens, I'm asking to be able to go back and pursue my purpose in life."

Jax looked around the room and then locked eyes with you, "we promise darlin, we won't take you away from that anymore."

Training: Day Twenty Five

Jax was sitting in the class on tactics he was taking with Ope, Hap and Chibs, doing his best to participate in the discussion currently taking place while also trying to reply to your text that were growing rapidly more explicit.

Each ping of your text tone had him pulling his phone out of his pocket while making sure Billy wasn't watching, he was succeeding until you sent him a photo of you in nothing but your lab coat, draped subjectively over your body with just enough breast exposed to make his mouth water.

"Jackson, care to share your thoughts with the class?" Billy knew what was going on, he could tell by the look on Jax's face.

Jax shook his head and put his phone back into his pocket, "nah, it was just y/n giving me an update about the wedding."

Billy smiled and pulled out his phone before dialing you on speaker, casting Jax a glace as you answered, "yes Billy?"

He leaned against the desk, "can you please refrain from distracting your fiance? I have a class to teach and don't need him running into a wall because he has something else on his mind."

You did your best not to laugh, "I was just sending him wedding stuff, no need to be such a hardass, you don't really have one."

Billy sighed, "I see what you're doing now, and just for that I'm not going to keep it to myself."

You smiled to yourself, "oh no, the horror."

He hung up and turned to Jax, "she's doing it intentionally man. Y/n has always enjoyed winding people up."

Jax huffed, "yeah, nice to know she's only gotten worse."

Billy smiled, "That ain't my fault, when you don't play into it it's not fun anymore but clearly if she's interrupting your learning all you do is play into it."

Chibs chuckled, "he's right Jackie, you've seen how she is when she's dealt with people we don't get along with."

Billy shook his head, "it works, doesn't it? There were times when we were in less than ideal circumstances, and all she did was egg the fucker with the cattle prod or blowtorch on. You can't exactly extract information from someone when they're laughing at you. Not only that, but I don't think she ever went beyond politely requesting something, I've never once seen that woman beg for anything and trust me, there were times when anyone would have."

Jax blinked, he had never had such an ego boost, "wow, that's hardcore."

Billy nodded, "yeah, it is. I'd just be careful if you think you can get one up on her because you can't no matter how hard you try and she will punish you for failing." Jax swallowed and Billy chuckled, "I mean, she's not going to kill you but if you engage in a battle of wills with her, make sure you're armed."

****

When Jax got home later that night after the Nevada party he made sure that he was down to his boxers by the time he got to the bedroom, smirking as you looked up from your book and raked your eyes over his body, "did Nevada leave ok my love?

He nodded, "they did. I'm going to have a shower, how's Sam?"

You smiled, "sleeping it off."

Jax walked up the bed to kiss you as he headed into the bathroom, his lips lingering on yours as he pulled away, "good, I'll be out in a bit, don't fall asleep on me."

You shook your head, "I wouldn't dare."

After the lesson today, Billy called you to tell you off for making Jax's life hard but that only spurred you on, especially after he took it upon himself to brag about being the only man to ever make you beg.

Jax came out in nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair towel dried and brushed back and musculature ripping as he walked, "aren't you a vision."

He gave no response as he made his way to the bed and dropped his towel. You kept your eyes on his face, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of the ego boost he got when you got an eyeful of his body, "need something my love?"

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, his hand drifting from your neck to the hem of your shirt. He pulled back to kiss you neck and tapped his shoulder, "don't go leaving your wet towel on the floor, unless you want to bust out the carpet cleaner."

The look you got when he pulled back made your heart skip a beat. He bent down and walked away, placing it the hamper before returning, "happy now?"

You nodded, "I am, you never answered my question, do you need something?"

His hand held your face softly as his thumb brushed your lip, "yeah, you begging."

You shook your head, "you can try but I won't give in."

His fingers wove into your hair and he held you still and spoke into your ear, "you always do."

You huffed, "yes but I think you've gotten too big for your boots, so you can try but you'll bend first."

Had it been in a different situation, the tone in your voice would have scared him. His lips found your neck and you removed your shirt, laying back and becoming him with your hand, "give it your best shot."

He pounced, his teeth nipping your skin as he made his way with rough kisses down your body. You wove your hands into his hair and he smiled against your skin. He yanked you closer and threw your legs over his shoulder, placing his hand under you to hold you up and driving in like a man starved.

He paid no attention to the way you flinched at the sudden sensation, his chuckle making it worse as you tried to keep quiet. He stopped for a moment to drop your lower half down onto the bed and make himself more comfortable. You put your hand over your mouth as the pleasure built and sunk your teeth into your palm so you didn't give him the joy of a whine.

You managed to keep the sounds in until the very end but it wasn't the orgasm that broke your resolve, it was Jax stopping. You lifted your head and did your best the glare at him, your voice still shaky, "really Teller, this is the game you're going to play? Because it's never worked well for you before."

He smirked, "yeah but things have changed, I've learned a lot in those classes darlin, I'm a stronger man now."

You exhaled and composed yourself, "oh Jackson, you truly have no idea what you're getting yourself in."

There was that tone again and Jax's dick was begging him to give up, "no I don't but I can handle it."

You pushed yourself up and hopped off the bed, whispering in his ear before heading to the bathroom, "keep telling yourself that my love."

Training: Day Twenty-Four

The kiss you gave Jax in the morning before you left had Jax worried, it lingered and your hand on his face left him wanting more as you pulled away. His worry was confirmed when you walked into the classroom with a gleam in your eyes. Billy blinked and then looked at Jax, shaking his head slightly as he put the pieces in place.

"Beat it, Russo, I'll take over for today."

Billy sighed, "I'm gonna stay, you have a look to you and we can't get blood out of this grout."

You huffed, "probably a good idea."

You picked up the worksheet and looked it over, an idea forming in your head, "Teller, what do I get if I mix gasoline and styrofoam?"

He felt something stir at your tone, "napalm."

You nodded, "good job, what's Irish napalm?"

He swallowed, "a Molotov cocktail with flour and milk, it's called Irish napalm because it was used but the IRA."

You gave him a slight smile, "you are listening, I know you're only a few minutes into the lesson but you think everyone can move to the practical portion?"

Jax shook his head, considering today's lesson was about chemicals and explosives, he didn't want to get anyone blown up, "no, I don't."

You smiled wider, "good, knowing your limits is essential." You turned to Billy, "Perhaps we should up the standard, they're all smart enough to understand a bit more than add this to that or wire this here."

Billy shook his head, "you just want to blow shit up."

You smiled, "yes, it's fun." You flicked your eyes to Jax, "and I think I have another idea."

Billy looked at Jax, slight sympathy over his features, "and what's that?"

You pointed downwards, "we make it a game, they need to earn hints so they can understand the material and to get them they have to best someone at Anvil, we can pair off and everything."

Billy chuckled, "and let me guess, you want Jax?" Had Sam been there, he would have thrown him in as well but Sam didn't need to take this class.

You nodded, "who else would I chose."

Billy turned to the class, "you heard her, head downstairs. We'll set up the course and in the meantime, I suggest you go over everything you've learned over the last few weeks, you're going to need it."

****

Billy helped you place the targets, his eyes giving away his thoughts, "you really shouldn't fuck with the poor man, he's doesn't know what he's getting into."

You smiled, "sure he does, this ends in sex Billy, there are no losers."

Billy huffed, "You say that now but he's looking at you like he doesn't know whether to run away or jump over the table and throw you over his shoulder."

You nodded, "yes, that's half the fun. Plus, doing this let's us plan ahead."

Billy rolled his eyes, "sure it is you sadist."

With the room set up, you called everyone in, "First things first, an accuracy test. The person with the fastest, closest grouping wins. Jackson, you're my opponent. Opie, you have Billy."

With the handing out of hearing protection, the game started. Jax went first, a smirk on his face as he hit each target. The time went off and Billy tried to suppress a smile, "good job, twenty seconds flat. L/n, you're up."

You took Jax's place and raised your weapon, shots following in a flurry before you put the gun back in its holster. You turned to Jax and smiled, "I don't think you can beat that, what's my time Billy?"

Billy sighed, fifteen and your groupings are a lot tighter, which is saying something because Jax's were almost perfect."

Jax clenched his jaw, "You win this round darlin."

Rat turned to Kozik with a concerned look on his face, "This has to be a sex thing."

Kozik's eyes wrinkled, "who losing?"

Rat shrugged, "I think Jax is."

****

The day went on and the Sons were on the back foot from the first second, it took them until the afternoon to get all the hints so they could move on to blowing shit up. When it was finally finished you took Jax into the bathroom to wipe the soot off his face, "did you have fun today my love?"

His eyes closed as the cloth touched his skin, "yeah, you kicking my ass is super hot."

You rolled your eyes, "you are insufferable."

He took your hand and you dropped the cloth as he lifted your fingers to his lips, "I love you."

You smiled and pressed your forehead to his, "I love you too. You know, we can take this ass kicking into the bedroom if you want?"

Jax chuckled, "nope, I will win no matter how much you sweet talk me."

The kiss deepened and his hand held your face as he spun you around and pressed you into the vanity but before his free hand could slid into your pants, your phone rang.

Jax pulled back and allowed you to answer, he could hear bits of the conversation as he ran his hands up and down your body. By the time you hung up, he knew that tonight wasn't going to go his way.

"It's good news and it's bad news. The good news is that we might be able to solve a cold case, the bad news is I have to leave now and I won't be home tonight."

Jax's hand landed on your cheek and this thumb brushed your lips, "that's alright darlin, I'm not going anywhere." He lips found yours and he kissed you softly, "I love you."

You rubbed his nose with yours, "I love you too."

Training: Day Twenty Six

Jax was sitting in class the next day, his eyes tired after a night with your side of the bed cold. He was trying to focus on the class but all he could think of was how he was a painful mix of pent up and exhausted, if you walked through the door right now, he would have let you win.

He made it till lunch till he broke, but you didn't pick up when he called. He imagined you were still busy, hunched over a steel table, trying to make sense of a bunch of bones so he was shocked when he saw you walk by then through the glass windows along the wall. He would have thought he was a dream but you popped your head in a flashed him a smile before turning to the man teaching the class who's name he couldn't remember.

"Can I steal Jackson?"

The teacher nodded, "yeah, the class is over soon and he isn't paying attention anyway."

Jax all but jumped up and followed you. You took his hand and walked him through the halls, up a set of back stairs, down another hall and to a supply closet. With a swipe of your card, the door beeped and popped open and you led Jax inside.

"What are we doing here darlin?"

You smiled, "talking. I propose a truce of sorts. We are in a stalemate, I'm not going to break, and you're not going to cave but you're performance in this course is dropping and I almost stabbed a cop last night. So I brought you here, to supply closet K. It has all the shit we never used so it's only use is sex and harshing shit out when you don't want to be bothered."

Jax smirked, "this looks a lot like you breaking."

You shook your head, "do you want to fuck or not, because I can walk out of here right now but we both know you don't want that. I'm not saying this ends our game, I'm saying we've paused it. Plus, I'm not above getting myself off, you can't stop me and since we didn't establish that I couldn't when this started, it's fair game."

Jax clenched his jaw, "you've thought of everything, haven't you?"

You nodded, "I have, so are you going to stand there with a semi or are you going to do something?" Jax was already stepping closer to you are before you knew it, you were pressed up against the wall between two metal shelves.

"Are you sure no one's going to come here looking for something?"

You shrugged as his lips brushed your ear, "no idea, so make it quick."

He pulled off your shirt and dropped it on the floor as your fingers fumbled for his pants, Jax grunting as you got your hands around his cock. His mouth skated along your chest as you stroked him to full hardness, then his hand was wrapped around your wrist and pinning it to the wall as his other hand untied your scrubs and yanked them down to your knees.

Jax's hand slid under the waistband and into your panties, a grunt falling from his lips as his fingers moved through your slit, "you're wet, you must be desperate if this is all it took."

You nipped his neck, "no, it's not, I've been thinking about you fucking me against the wall in this closet since I left the lab."

Jax chuckled as his fingers slipped inside you and his palm pressed against your clit. Your head fell against the wall as he scissored his fingers open, his rough bread scraping your skin as you did your best to suppress your moans.

You could tell Jax was just as pent up because he was pressed against your thigh, and his chest was heaving. The hand around your wrist was firm and you hoped you'd get the walk out of there without any signs of what was happening but if Jax had anything to say about it, your neck would tell the story anyway.

He stopped as you approached the edge and pulled his fingers away, breaking from your skin to suck them into his mouth before pulling your panties down, grabbing his cock and running it up and down your core, "you want this?"

You smiled, "fuck yeah." He didn't wait to slide inside you, his head falling against your shoulder as he slid home. He dropped your wrist and rested his hand against the wall, then used the other to your knee and lifted your thigh over his hip, adding more of his weight so you were trapped between the wall and his hard chest as his hips started to move.

You gripped his shirt for balance as his hand moved from your thigh to your clit, his fingers moving in messy circles. You buried your face in his neck and he grunted as your teeth sunk into his skin, "Jax please."

He gasped and tried to gather himself, "that sounds like begging to me."

You bit him harder, and he slammed into you in retaliation. The edge was approaching like an oncoming train, "come on darlin, I can feel how hard you're..."

The keypad started to beep and Jax's hips came to a stop, his head flicking towards the door, "I thought you said no one came this way?"

You shrugged, "they don't. It doesn't matter anyway, I locked the door."

Knock knock

"Is anyone there?" You knew that voice.

You took a deep breath, "yes, I'm a but busy now Mr Lowe, is it urgent?"

"No ma'am. Is everything alright, you sound a little out of breath?"

Jax's hips started to move again, it was only a fraction but it was enough, and your effort to glare at him was ruined when his fingers resumed their movement, "all good, I just had to get something up high. Thank you Mr Lowe."

"Sure, are you sure you don't need help?"

Jax looked at you with mischief in his eyes and you slapped your hand over his mouth, "no thank you Staff Sergeant. They need help in the vehicle bay, please make yourself busy."

"Yes ma'am."

As his footsteps moved away, Jax's thrusts returned to their pace before the interruption and you shoved his shoulder to no effect, "what was that about Teller?" His lips found yours and angled his hips so the head of his cock brushed your G-spot, "are you going to answer me Jackson?"

"You're hot when you're mad."

Before you could respond, he picked up speed and sealed his lips on yours. You gasped in his mouth as your legs started to shake and Jax smiled against your skin, pulling back just far enough to speak, "come on darlin, let go for me before we have any more interruptions.

You gathered up enough fortitude to nibble his lower lips and reply, "that sounds like begging to me."

Jax faulted, his desperation catching up to yours, "You're being a brat."

You smiled and rolled your hips, "you love it."

Jax's forehead fell to yours as he forced himself to hold off, "please darlin, make it easy for both of us."

Your mouth fell open, Jax's tone giving you the final push as his rolling hips and precise fingers brought the orgasm out of you. Jax's hips became almost punishing as he chased his high, his harsh grunts filling your ear as his body moved against yours. With one last thrust, he painted your walls, his knees buckled as you leaned against the wall while he leaned against you to stop both of you from falling.

He sighed in the crook of your neck then righted himself, slipping from you with a groan and rubbing his damp forehead with the back of his hand, "if that was the pause to the stalemate, I'm excited to see what's going to happen when I finally win."

You shook your head, "there's no time to think about that now. You're very late for class and Frank isn't as understanding as Billy."

Jax sighed and helped you put yourself back together, "you're not getting me into trouble are you?"

You smiled, "it's a happy accident. Now hurry up, or I'm going to be in the shit too for being immature."

You threw the door open and headed out, retracing your steps back to the classrooms and into the new class. Frank was standing there with his arms crossed, looking very unimpressed, "nice of you to finally join us Jackson."

You held up a hand, "hey, it's was my fault and there no need to jump on his back. He's your friend not your subordinate."

Frank crossed his arms, "exactly, that's why I expect better from both of you. This is meant to make your life easier, pulling him away from a screw in the sex closest should be reserved for when he can watch your six."

You blinked, "I not going to glorify that with an answer. Don't be hard on him."

Frank burst into laughter, "I'm not, don't worry. Nice to see you being the immature one for once Morticia."

You held up your middle finger as you walked out, "fuck you Castle." You turned back to Jax, "sorry my love."

He shook his head and smiled, "don't worry about it darlin. You better head back to work, you've got a case to solve."

You smiled, "love you."

Jax felt his chest get warm at the public declaration, "love you too."

Training: Final Day

They showed up on their last day, still recovering from Disoa's grand opening to the lot empty. There were cars in the lot, Jax recognised yours and Billy's but other than that, there was nothing, not even the inside lights were turned on. As they approached the entrance, the automatic door swung open and a computerised voice rang out, "move to your assembly point, your final tests starts now."

They raced to the place they met on day one, there was a table in the middle of the room covered in equipment, black jumpsuits, night vision and fake guns. They paused before their eyes landed on a note and Jax plucked it off the pile of items.

"Get dressed and be ready, the fun starts the moment the facility shuts its doors."

They were left with no doubt about what the note meant as they started to get ready, the metal shutters on all the windows closing one by one as the sound of the outside doors slamming shut filled their ears while the darkness slowly grew.

Just as the last man pulled the night vision goggles over his head, blackness cloaked the room and the voice returned, "the hunt begins gentlemen, you are matched in numbers, don't let your skill be your downfall."

Before Jax could say anything, there was a thud and a rolling clink. Kozik reconsigned the sound and managed to yell the first few sounds before the flashbang went off. Their ears rang and the night vision whited out in a painful flash of brightness. Jax gathered himself as fast as he could, splitting up his men into teams and yelling orders as they broke off.

Jax went in the direction that the offensive device came from, mindful that his battle dress was the same one he had worn throughout the month. A fancy mix of Lamés fencing amour and a laser tag suit, it lit up the moment a tagged weapon or "bullet" made contact.

Opie and Happy followed at his heels, looking in each direction as the hallway spread out, "there's no way they're in the area. They would have ducked through a door by the time we got our wits about us."

Jax nodded, "you're right Ope. We'll go towards the vehicle bay, they'd go to the middle of the building."

You listened as Penelope gave you updates through the cameras and wondered how long before someone thought to tamper with them. Billy smiled as the information came through the earpiece, "you wanna cut them off at the knees and head home before lunch?"

You shook your head, "no, Bobby and Tig and heading towards to pool so I'm going for a swim," you smiled at him, "I know you want to come out of that water like the creature from the black lagoon."

He sighed, "alright, I wasn't planning on it but it will be fun. That scene in Sinister did scare the shit out of me."

You chuckled, "the one where you can see the bad guy in the water while the family is being offed? That was my inspiration."

You and Billy made your way down the long hall, checking every corner before going forward. As you rounded the last doorway, you could hear people coming closer. You held a finger up to your mouth and pointed to the hall bathroom, running inside as the sound of voices filled your ears.

"Kozik and Rat, you wanna take them out?"

Billy shot you a smile, his face wrinkling in the green light of the goggles, "fuck yeah."

You opened the door a crack and poked your head out before taking a spare battery for the goggles out of your pocket and throwing it down the hall. You waited to hear their footsteps before Billy grabbed the door as you prepared to pop out of the room. With a one, two three count, Billy flung the door open and you stepped out. Kozik and Rat barely had the chance to register what had happened before the laser hit their chests one after the other.

There was a beep and the voice came back, "Two down on the away team, please follow the lights to the other side of the building, there's cake waiting for you." With that, a path on the floor lit off and they walked off.

"To the pool?"

Billy sighed, "sure."

****

Jax held his hand up as the footsteps grew closer, he didn't risk speaking into his radio for fear that the people they heard weren't on their team. He was proven right when the soft sound of voices didn't come through his earpiece. He waved Happy and Ope backwards and they popped around a corner, the voices coming ever closer.

"They'll be on top of us soon. Hap, you go against that wall and we'll hit them when they walked across the hallway." Jax's heart rate rose as their footfalls filled the air, the rush of adrenaline as the gun barrel came into view.

BANG BANG BANG

"That's three down on away team and two down on the home team, Mr Lowman, please follow the lights of the floor. The rest of you have two minutes to leave the area before your suits are active again."

****

The room slowly filled with people as both sides took losses. A soaking wet Tig had Aden scratching his head and Tig sighed, "y/n yanked me into the pool."

Bobby laughed, "yeah, at least I had the smarts not to walk so close to the edge."

Tig huffed, "you still got shot."

Ope looked around the room with a soft smile, "there are only two people left."

Billy shook his head, nursing his ego after losing to Jax in a knife fight, "she's going to kick his ass."

Ope huffed, "you sure? He kicked your ass and you're meant to be a knife expert."

Billy rolled his eyes, "I'll admit, he got the jump on me but he's not going to get the jump on y/n."

****

It occurred to Jax that the count had left him and another person and he wondered who it was. He took each step with caution, aware that the he could be walking into a well set trap. He got his answer when there was a buzz on his radio and your voice filled his ears, "looks like it's just you and me my love, congrats of besting Russo."

Jax huffed, "how did you know?"

He could hear your smile, "I'm disappeared your never noticed, look up."

He looked around and his eyes landed on the black lump on the ceiling, "you been watching us?"

He felt stupid for not thinking of it but then no one did, "just me, I didn't want to make it too unfair. If you put your gun down now and surrender, I'll make it easy on you."

Jax smirked as he stopped in the middle of the hall, "no way in hell. If you want to end this, you're going to have to fight me for it fair and square."

Suddenly, your voice wasn't in the ear, it was behind him, "you're on."

Jax spun and lunged at you and you dove under his reaching arm. You took off into a run with Jax hot on your heels, flinging a door open and running through the doorway.

Jax was kicking himself for not paying more attention because you had led him right into the vehicle bay, where there were plenty of places to hide. He took a breath and composed himself, going over everything he had learned over the last month.

He looked over the room, if you hadn't jumped out of your hiding place and shot him, it meant you were in the mood for a more hands on fight and he was more than happy of accommodate. He lifted the gun of his shoulder and place it on the ground, "the gun's gone darlin, come out and we can this the old fashioned way."

He did his best not the lose his confidence as you popped out of the last place he would have looked, had you planned to end it fast, he never would have seen you.

He could see you smile and remove your helmet and goggles as you stepped closer, "what, in the dark, with our hands like animals?"

He made sure to let his own helmet thud a little as he took it off, his eyes adjusting to the dark. Just as he picked out your shape, it rushed towards him and he shifted into action. He raced to meet you in the middle of the room, closing the small gap as you reached out to get control of the knife in his right hand. It was a flurry as you joined, his back slamming into your ground as you swept his feet out from under him.

He took you with him, hooked his leg around yours and rolled over. You knew you were beaten when you had to drop your knife in favour of grabbing Jax's wrist in your hands to stop him from making contact with your suit. You pushed against his hand with all your might but it was no use, he was so much stronger than you, without trying at all, his push down and the tip of the plastic knife touch the fabric over your chest.

The windows rolled up slowly and the afternoon light came pouring in, "away team wins by one."

You shook your head, "I swear I hate that fucking voice."

Jax chuckled, "I win."

You huffed, "only because I didn't want to break your wrist."

Jax swallowed, "I think there's a lesson there."

You shook your head, 'no, I just love that look on your face, that mix of scared and turned on really gets me going."

Jax sighed and pulled you into his arms, "I love you darlin."

You smiled wide and pecked him, "I love you too and I'm very proud of you Jackson, you should be too."

Part 62

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