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#but i also know that when they kill him off people will be loudly celebrating and maybe thats worse

kenlvry · 1 year

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omg i just read the “getting caught making out” and was wondering if you could do it with craig’s gang aswell🙈

craigs gang getting caught making out

an: HELLOO!! i am back from vegas, my brother wasted 300 on gambling and i have never been so motivated to kill someone, also i tried wine and.... yeah idk how to feel oh also i am not making jimmy bc like i said idk how to potray him im so sorry :( also like always 16-17

clyde

hes so mad at you rn, how could you!! while he was out in the field sweating his ass off you were on the bleachers talking so gently to a boy.

he looked over to you and the boy had his arm wrapped around you while you laughed at his joke. but thanks to you he played well, out of jealousy and anger. after the game that they won, cheers could be heard and only then did you realize you literally missed your boyfriend's game. so now here you two were beside the bleachers making out, after the game he sulked and you reassured him with a kiss but one thing lead to another and you two are making out.

your back pressed against the metals while his hand hold your head so you don't feel the metal, his other hand cupping your face holding you close, it was slow and wet, he kissed so well you loved it when you maked out with him or kissed him he was always so experienced.

since you two were on the side bleachers that was far away from everything nobody could really see, stan and craig was searching for him because coach wanted to take a team photo for him to display, searching everywhere and giving up sitting on one of the bleacers. "dude where the heck is he" stan groaned leaning backwards on his seat. then they heard small pants

they looked at each other in somewhat shocked "are they doing what i think their doing?" craig said and peeked thinking it was some perv doing nasty shit but it was his dear friend making out with his girlfriend "clyde?" stan called out and you two jumped staring at the other two, stan looked annoyed and sighed loudly "just say yr jealous stan" clyde winked tilting his head to stan "celebrations can wait, coach needs you" craig said and went down pulling him by his clothing basically dragging him "call me babe!" you laughed lightly knowing if you dont call he'd show up infront of your house

tolkien

you loved this moment right here, you and tolkien making out without a care in the world. it started with him asking you to come over, thinking he wanted to play games or something but when you arrived he wasn't there, checking every corner still no tolkien. then you checked the backyard and there he was in a suit standing while holding flowers and behind him a table for two people.

you laughed at the sudden surprise, him coming to you grabbed your hand and kissed it "mlady" you laughed again at the fancy name he gave you. walking to the table "if i knew we were having a dinner date I would've worn something more fancy" , he wanted to go somewhere more fancy but this town is far from fancy so he resorted to the next best thing. he pulled your chair and you sat while he slowly pushed it.

it was the cutest thing ever, you two had a nice time and before you know it you two were making out , it was so romantic his kisses were delicate. he held your waist gently and the other holding your back so you don't fall over from him leaning you downwards trying to be romantic, your hands held his face not breaking the contact. he holds you so dear and making out with him makes you feel like you two are a married couple growing old tgt

but before you could feed onto your delusions even more, you could hear a familiar voice calling out on tolkiens voice, it was his mom and dad. you both quickly broke the kiss and greeted them, tolkien said they weren't gonna come home until tmr but they stopped by to grab something and you thought you were going to be bribed 10 million dollars to break up with him but you saw them converse with smiles on their face.

leaving the house with a "invite her for dinner next time sweetie" you blushed a little "now where did we left off?" he said and pulled you for another kiss

tweek

boy oh boy does he look stressed rn, he is a cash register, waiter and the one making the coffee at the same time . every minute his twitching worsened, you laughed at how cute he was from the glass door, entering with a ding caused by the bell, tweek shouted "welcome to t-tweek bros!" from the counter while making coffee and when he saw who came he smiled so brightly

keeping professional and trying his best to not hug you tightly while crying about the shitty customers he just smiled while waiting for you to order. "just a water babe, dont wanna stress you out more" you smiled and he smiled back making the water and giving it to your table "how long til your shift ends?" you question while drinking your water "ngghh five minutes!" you hummed at the answer and he walked away

his shift finally ended so now here you two were making out in the break rooms, it was suppose to be him complaining abt the customers today but i guess he had other plans, it was sloppy, it seem as though he didnt even want to kiss you. you smiled at how rushed he was and pulled away, your current position is being pinned onto his locker while he cups your face, your hand on his shoulders pushing him. he looked slightly confused on why you pushed him but you flipped him over so he was pinned against the locker you being shorter grabbed his face and tip toeing to kiss him and he just hold your waist not knowing were else to place his hands

when it seemed like it was getting steady and he wasn't twitching as much the doors opened with a bitchy voice followed "tweek your shift ended right? lets pl- the fuck" tweek jumped at the sudden intrusion " argh! this isn't what it looks like! i mean it is! i mean!" you placed your hand on his shoulders and the rest of the boys walked in "damn tweek i didn't know you were kinky like that" kenny said making the others laugh "shut up!" tweek said as you all walked out, they continued to tease tweek abt this for a couple of days (by they i mean cartman and sometimes jimmy) until you forced them to stop, tweek always kiss at home now, specifically your house, hes too nervous someone will disturb you two.

craig

you dont know how it lead to this but uh here you two are in his kitchen making out... i know how though. you came over to hang out with him......maybe you shouldve come a little later bc rn red racer is on and he refuses to talk to you until after red racer is over. that show is sooooooooo boring to you, you can't say that though.

and damn how long is this show on?? its been 20 minutes now and you two are halfway through the episode. attempting to talk to him again he shushes you and says "wait until red racer is over" for the 100th time you sigh knowing you have to wait even though craig knew impatience is one of your strong personalities.

you decide to go to the kitchen to relieve your thrist, opening the fridge literally eyeing it for a drink and opening and closing it hoping a drink will appear. finally you see water right infront of your fucking eyes,you drink some then put it back, closing the fridge and when your about to turn around someone hugged you. the smell of the cologne was easy to identify, craigs dad.

jk its craig , he wouldn't let go even if you tried, "craig." you said sternly in defeat "sorry, red racer is over now what did you want to talk about?" laying his head in your shoulder, his breath on your neck. you sighed and just when you were about to run he flipped you over to the counter, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on the counter his hand trapping you in "my parents aren't coming home for awhile" he winked "so?" you said in confusion and he just kissed you so yeah now you two are making out

his kisses was lovingly, and sensual... although he doesn't seem experienced he's good at kissing, you put your hand on his shoulders and his hands now on you waist one of them travelling further down to your thigh. as you two were enjoying the moment the door opened, quietly though. you two of course didn't hear it and kept making out and you hear something drop. you two looked over at the door to see almost every boy in the 4thgrade (the relevant ones ofc) butters has dropped his book and was in shock he ran home muttering smthn abt we can only kiss after marriage.

everyone just stood there staring at each other "so are you js gonna stand there?" craig broke the silence "do you want us to come to you then?" cartman said in a sarcastic tone which made craig flip him off "leave" and they left, wow. "isn't that too rude? poor them" you said pitifully looking back at the door. "forget them, your focus is me, where were we hm?" he said as his hands gently pulled you to look in his direction.

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castieldelamancha · 6 months

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"Marry me."

Dean huffs loudly, both at Castiel's occurrences and also at how difficult it is to navigate this forest in the middle of the night, carrying Castiel in his arms.

He feels the need to laugh, but it may come out as something bordering hysteria.

"Really, Cas, you are asking me that right now?" Both of them covered in dirt and blood, Dean silently praying whoever is listening they make it to the car in time, Sam following close behind, covering them in case the monster they just killed, and that almost kills Cas before that, didn't have a friend lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce and finish the job " you haven't lost that much blood yet."

That gets him an upset huff from Cas, who rolls his eyes, "I'm not asking because I'm delirious, I am completely in my right mind, I just -"

"You aren't going to die," he cuts him off, forcefully, "you don't get to make a big declaration and die on me." The again is loud and clear there, even if Dean doesn't say it out loud. He cradles Castiel even closer to his chest, praying even harder, walking even faster.

"I read somewhere," Castiel says, quietly, a calm sea that clashes with Dean's inner ragging storm, "that when the moment is right to ask you simply know it. I thought you and I, what we have, was above such simple human tags and conventions, but I was wrong." He sounds a bit out of breath now, and Dean is about to tell him to shut up and not waste his energy, but Castiel is quick to add, "It would be nice to celebrate our love, find another way," his voice shakes a little, is he cold? is the wound getting to him as the adrenaline wears off? Their eyes met and while Dean can see the faint ghost of pain there, he doesn't see any fear, like Castiel is sure Dean won't let anything else happen to him on his watch and that trust is the greatest gift he has ever received, in his entire life, "to express how much I appreciate you, your love, your care," he raises a hand, slowly, the movement sluggish, he presses his fingertips to Dean's lips, "I know you don't do any of it because you expect something back, not even a thank you."

"You don't even have a ring, man." Dean says, as soon as Castiel moves his hand back, letting out a watery laugh, feeling a mix of emotions rush through him, an immense love for the man in his arms, a great relief since he can see the impala, waiting for them.

Castiel manages a sheepish smile, a light shrug, "that's true, but I can offer you everything else that I have, everything I am."

"I will marry you, you weirdo." He dips his head down, pressing a kiss to Castiel's forehead, he gets a bright, albeit tired smile back, a muttered I love you than he answers with one of his own.

"Uh, guys, congratulations?" Sam says after a beat of silence.

"Thanks Sam." Castiel smiles over Dean's shoulder at him.

"Yeah, thanks, whatever." Dean grunts. "Couldn't wait not even five damn minutes to ask me." He mutters under his breath, shaking his head, smiling to himself.

"You have to agree I have given us a great story to tell people." Dean laughs lightly.

"You totally have, sweetheart."

#destiel #smh at myself #ficlet #vanessa writes #i have reached a whole new level of cheesiness gotta love this for myself #long post #tuserpris

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candycandy00 · 4 months

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Christmas Past - A Gojo x Reader Drabble (with a side of Gojo x Geto)

Just a little Christmas drabble. Gojo x Reader with Gojo x Geto in flashbacks. No Smut! Some angst though.

Basically me venting my complicated feelings on Christmas through fic (I both love Christmas and despise it). Any comments or feedback is greatly appreciated!

When Satoru comes to your apartment one evening he finds you in your living room, decorating an artificial tree with lights and ornaments. He knows what’s approaching, the decorations springing up all over town refusing to let him forget. But somehow he had succeeded in blocking out the exact date from his mind.

Until you beam at him in your cute Christmas sweater and say, “Merry Christmas Eve!” with a giggle.

Christmas Eve. His least favorite day of the year. Because it’s also an anniversary that he doesn’t want to think about.

But you wouldn’t know that. Of course you wouldn’t. You’re from a sorcerer branch in the U.S., relocated to Japan only a few months ago.

So you stand there smiling, Christmas music playing in the background, lighted garland strung around the room. “In America I decorate in November, but I didn’t want to be obnoxious,” you say. He notices a large plastic star in your hands. “Could you put this on top? I can’t reach.”

He takes the star from you and looks down at it. What can he say to his girlfriend? It just doesn’t seem right to blurt out, “Sorry babe but I can’t celebrate your favorite holiday with you because I killed the most important person in the world to me on Christmas Eve.” So instead he says, “Sure,” as he crosses over to the tree and places the star on the top branch, careful to keep it straight.

He stands back and looks at it, you wrapping an arm around his waist. “Doesn’t it look beautiful?” you ask.

He smiles down at you. “Nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

“Oh stop,” you say with a laugh, playfully slapping him. Then you take his hand and pull him toward the kitchen. “Come over here.”

You stop in the doorway and look up. He follows you gaze and grins. “Mistletoe?”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m not sure if the tradition is the same here, but when two people are under this, they’re supposed to-“

He suddenly kisses you, right on the lips. It’s a deep and sensual kiss that has you wrapping your arms around his neck. And he can’t help remembering a different kiss under the mistletoe, at a Christmas party so long ago.

There were laughing friends and delicious snacks and Jingle Bells playing from someone’s CD player in the empty classroom. The teachers had agreed to let the students use it for their party so long as they cleaned up the mess afterward. Satoru wore a Santa coat open over his school uniform, Suguru wore a headband with antlers attached, lighting up in red and green. Shoko was dressed as an elf and Haibara wore a full reindeer costume. Someone had placed a Santa hat on Nanami, who shockingly had not thrown it off yet.

“Look up, guys,” Shoko had said, pointing at the ceiling above Satoru and Suguru. Mistletoe was hanging there over their heads. The two of them had acted disgusted but then laughed. And then, on a whim, Satoru pulled his friend closer and kissed him. Shoko laughed, probably assuming they were just goofing off as usual. Haibara whistled loudly. If Nanami had any reaction, Satoru didn’t remember it.

But he did remember Suguru’s. The other boy kissed him back, deeply, and Satoru had been surprised by how much he liked it. There would be many more kisses to follow.

Still, that Christmas Eve night with his friends had been so special to Satoru. It was the last Christmas they all spent together. By the following year, one of them was dead and one of them was gone.

You finally break the kiss, needing to come up for air and wondering why Satoru is so clingy all of a sudden. His hands are clasped behind your back, holding you close as if he might lose you if he lets go. He wouldn’t survive that, he thinks. He couldn’t live through losing the love of his life twice.

So he grins and jokes through the evening, putting on a Santa hat you gave him, drinking alcohol-free eggnog and singing along to Christmas songs in a loud, intentionally off key voice, all to make you smile. And behind the laughter and the merriment, his heart aches over his final memories with Suguru. Finding his dearest one near death, bleeding out, wanting to help him but knowing he had to finish him off instead… it very nearly killed Satoru.

You notice something off about his attitude tonight. He’s a little too friendly, a little too cheerful. He’s hiding something. “Are you alright?” you ask him, and the fact that you can peek through his mask makes him love you all the more.

He puts his arm around you again. “I’ll tell you all about it someday,” he says. “But not tonight. I want to make some happy memories tonight.”

You smile and snuggle closer to his side. “Merry Christmas, Satoru.”

He hugs you tightly, smiling genuinely for the first time tonight. “Merry Christmas.”

#gojo x reader #Gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x you #x reader #gojo x geto #Christmas fanfic #christmas fic #Gojo x reader fluff

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elthadriel · 29 days

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hi im here to cause problems 😌

💛🖤

any of the ships in the terrible horrible no good polycule (echofivestupdogmaslick+)

Despite his best efforts Tup can’t quite manage to tear his eyes away from where Fives is trying to eat Echo’s face. He wrinkles his nose. It wasn’t every day that your dead partner came back to life, but did they have to celebrate so loudly?

“I think this might be good for us,” he says.

“Really?” Dogma asks hopefully.

“Really?” Slick is less optimistic.

“Really.” Across the landing bay Fives gropes clumsily at Echo’s ass. Tup can hear them moaning from here. Is Five that loud with him? He hopes not. “I met Echo before he died—”

“Before he went missing,” Dogma interrupts.

“Before he went missing. And Fives talked about him all the time. He seems sensible.” They could use another level head around here.

Echo pulls at Fives’ hair with his remaining hand. Their mouths are open so wide they might as well be licking each other.

Slick hums in a way that makes people want to punch him. “By ‘met’ do you mean drooled at him working out in his ARC gear across the gym?”

“No! I mean I had a conversation with him.” He’d also drooled at him across the gym, but who hadn’t?

“Look, kid,” Slick says, as though Tup hadn’t ended up serving longer than he had, even if he’d been decanted first.

“Don’t call him kid,” Dogma says. He doesn’t look at Slick either, eyes locked on the two ARCs. He’d been drooling right next to Tup.

Slick rolls his eyes, but bows to Dogma’s wishes in a way he refuses to for anyone else. “I just think we should all keep in mind that Echo and Fives were already members of the 501st when I was arrested.”

A sort of dread that is usually reserved for when Fives and Slick really get into it pools in Tup’s gut. And maybe a little lower. It wasn’t going to happen, but that didn’t mean that Slick and Fives fighting wasn’t hot. What would adding Echo to the mix even—

Tup needs to get laid. He has two actual partners and a sort of partner in the form of Slick. How is it he never seems to manage more than jerking off in the tiny shared fresher?

“Did he know you?” Dogma asks. “If he…” he trails off, eyes widening in an expression that Tup is familiar with. Sure enough, Fives has shoved up Fives shirt, showing off his broad back.

The landing bay is empty except for them, but there’s no guarantee it’ll stay that way. They’re supposed to be laying low. Fugitives of the Republic and all that.

How had Echo even found them? Tup files away the question for when Echo’s mouth isn’t occupied trying to deep throat Fives’ tongue.

Slick cocks his head at the display, but doesn’t lose focus. “Nah, I didn’t interact much with the 501st if I could help it. But I bet I got some of their little buddies killed.”

Fives wedges a leg between Echo’s and Echo’s civvies don’t hide enough to for Tup to even pretend that Echo isn’t humping it. Echo’s lost the built ARC that Tup jerked off to a couple of times before he died—it had felt morbid after—but he still holds himself with a straight-backed confidence that hits very nicely despite the circumstances.

So Echo won’t like Slick. Fine. What’s new?

“Yeah, but no one likes you, Slick,” Tup says.

“We do,” Dogma points out, which is only true on a technicality.

Slick lounges back against their ship looking so very pleased with himself. “Yeah, I’m sure he and Dogma will be the very best of friends.”

Dogma pales. “Fives and I have moved on,” he says very quickly.

“Sure you have, kid.” Slick says. “But you arranged for a firing squad to shoot Echo’s favourite lay. How do you think he’s going to feel about you? Even if said lay has decided to stop bringing it up.”

Dogma’s face makes it very clear he’s come to the exact same conclusion as Tup. So much for getting to fuck two ARCs at once he supposes.

“He’ll probably like you,” Dogma says to Tup, dejected misery having fully consumed any optimism.

“Yeah, trooper. You’re just everyone’s favourite.” At least Slick sounds happy.

“Lucky me,” Tup mutters.

They lapse into several seconds of blissful silence, interrupted only by the wet activities happening across from them.

Slick straightens up. “Huh. Those limbs are more dexterous than I’d have imagined.”

“Okay!” Tup slaps Dogma and Slick on the shoulder. “We’re waiting inside the ship!”

#terrible horrible no good polycule #Slick/Dogma/Tup/Fives/Echo #cloneshipping #my fic #nonsense hours at the clown factory #for background on the au #the chip arc went differently #they're on the run #and need to save the galaxy while also dealing with the mess that is this polycule #pour one out for Tup

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krikeymate · 10 months

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For @bossnhug91, who requested some Core 4 + Kirby. Found here.

“Why don’t you take your words and shove them up your-”

“WOAH, Tara no!” Sam yells, grabbing her sister by the shoulders and pulling her back frantically from the now sopping-wet man she was yelling at.

“I’m so sorry about our friend here, she’s a little drunk,” Chad blurts out, hands raised placatingly. “We don’t want any trouble,” he says with a nervous laugh. Chad knows he’s pretty big and strong, but not as much as this guy… and his friends.

Maybe taking Tara drinking for her 21st was a bad idea. Ya think, dingus! the Mindy in his head chimes in. He’s a little glad she’s not here yet, lord knows his sister doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble… and neither do the other sisters in his life, apparently.

Chad backs away, squeezing himself through some other patrons - sorry, coming through - and turns to find the girls, who have… disappeared. And left him alone, again. Why does this keep happening to him?

Sam drags her sister to the bathroom, elbowing drunk white girls out of the way without remorse. She all but shoves her face into the sink with the intention to splash water on her face and sober her up a bit.

Tara doesn’t get the message and yanks herself away, tripping as she turns and throwing herself to the floor along the way.

“Tara,” Sam sighs wearily. Maybe those last shots were a mistake. Maybe letting her drink in the first place was a mistake, but it’s what Tara had wanted, and if she’s learnt anything over the past 14.5 months since she’s come back into her life, Tara’s going to do what Tara wants to do. She was the same as a child, although she wasn’t anywhere near as stubborn, back when Sam used to hang the moon and Tara blindly worshipped every word she said.

The real mistake was letting Mindy talk them into going out to celebrate, instead of staying home. And Mindy isn’t even here to deal with the consequences of her terrible decision. Where is she anyway?

Sam’s head snaps down as Tara groans on the floor. It’s the type of groan that happens moments before disaster; it has Sam grabbing her sister under the arms and heaving her off the floor and into a toilet stall in a flash.

And just in time.

It’s times like these that Sam doesn’t miss drinking. It’s also times like these where she kind of wishes she was.

She pats her sister on the back with one hand, and draws her hair away from her face with the other. She wishes Tara wouldn’t do this to herself, but she’ll admit, only to herself, that she’s so grateful that she’s been given the opportunity to do this for her. To be the type of sister that Tara can trust to keep her safe, that she can rely on. That she’s a good enough sister that Tara feels the need to defend her honour when some douchebags at the pool table start loudly talking about the psycho girl drinking soda at the bar.

She’s definitely mad that Tara’s drunk enough to pick a fight with a guy three times her size and with a gang behind him though. Then again, maybe Tara doesn’t need to be drunk to do that actually. Her sister does like to fight, she’s noticed. It used to be just Sam. Now it seems to be everyone but Sam.

Maybe she should leave a message for Tara’s therapist.

“Why’d yuh’stop me,” Tara mumbles from the porcelain. “I coulda had’im.”

The words make Sam snort. Her sister has always known how to make her laugh. “Sure you could have, baby. He’d have been real threatened by you throwing up on his shoes.”

“He’d deserve it,” she mumbles, leaning back. “Nobody talks ‘bout you like that.”

Sam helps her up off the floor, keeping hold of her arms to steady her. “I’d kill anyone who says anything ‘bout you,” Tara continues.

The words make Sam wince. “That’s a little overkill for some gossip, don’t you think?” she murmurs, leading her back out into the bar area to find Chad. It’s time to call it a night, she thinks. “We can’t control what people think or say about us, but we can control how we react to them,” she recites to her sister. It’s a mantra her own therapist has her repeating whenever something like this happens.

Her eyes catch Chad’s from across the room as Tara mumbles something about Mindy, and Kirby, and how they should be here to join in the fun, and then there’s an unfortunately recognisable form standing in front of her.

“Hey, YOU!” the wet man calls out, blocking their way. “That little bitch owes me and the lads some new beers,” he growls, posturing. It’s fairly effective, Sam’s actually intimidated, all too aware of Tara hanging off her arm and barely able to stand on her own.

“We’ll buy you a new round,” she says, smiling civilly. She doesn’t want a scene, well - another one, not right now. Why had Tara felt the need to flip the tray out of his hands? Why had she felt the need to confront him in the first place? Well, what are big sister’s for, if not fixing the problems their little sister’s make.

Of course, when has anything ever gone her way?

He should have said “great, that’s all I wanted, lead the way.” Instead what he actually says is “Or maybe she can make it up to me another way,” with a lewd grin on his face and a finger poking her in the shoulder. And what was Sam to do, take that lying down?

Chad had thankfully made his way back over - why had he left in the first place, wasn’t he right behind them before? - just in time for her to shove Tara into his arms and take a swing at the bastard who thinks he can say whatever he likes about her sister.

It gets a little chaotic after that.

She thinks she remembers Chad taking an elbow to the face. Tara was on someone’s back. Sam’s pretty sure she took a bottle to the head, if the way it thumps with every heartbeat is any indication.

Being held face down against a pool table with her arms pulled harshly behind her and her wrists tightly bound in handcuffs isn’t a new experience for Sam, but having her sister beside her in the same position, hurling expletives at the police officers holding them down, certainly is.

“Hey! Be careful, she’s injured, jackass,” Sam spits.

“Quiet you,” the officer snaps, lifting her up before slamming her back down.

It makes Sam’s head spin. She can hear Chad in the background, protesting. Then she hears the voice of an angel say “is this how you treat all woman who try to defend themselves, Officer Sawyer?”

Kirby “please stop getting into trouble Sam, you’re making my life very hard” Reed is here to save the day once again. Hopefully. Probably. Definitely. Sam’s working on having faith in people.

Sam meets her sister’s eyes across the table while Kirby argues with the officer holding her down. The grin Tara shoots her should not be as endearing as it is, given the circumstances.

Before long, they’re being begrudgingly released into Kirby’s custody and ushered out of the bar. Sam can’t resist looking back, and finds Officer Sawyer glaring at her with his arms crossed. Oh good, another enemy to watch out for.

She gets distracted by Chad’s arm wrapping around her shoulder and the cheery “well that was fun,” he chirps out.

Kirby spins in an instant and gets in their faces, well, as much as she’s able given how short she is. She’s about as intimidating as Tara. “It was not fun. You started a bar fight! You got injured! What is wrong with you people? Can’t you stay out of trouble for five minutes?!”

Tara giggles into Sam’s side, swinging their hands together. “You said five,” she mumbles.

The words throw Kirby for a loop and her anger quickly fades into bafflement and concern. “Is she okay? Did she hit her head?”

“She’s just drunk,” Sam explains, wrapping her arms around her sister. The girl squeezes her back, humming into her chest.

Kirby frowns up at her. “Should she really be drinking?”

Sam’s saved from another opportunity to start a fight by Mindy’s arrival.

“Oh man,” she huffs, out of breathe and bending down to rest her hands on her knees. “I’m so sorry I’m late, there was this dumb fire drill at the dorms and we couldn’t leave and woah, what… happened here.”

“Bar fight. Tara’s fault,” Chad replies.

“It was not Tara’s fault,” Sam barks, glaring at him.

Chad grins back at her, “it definitely was.”

Mindy pouts. “Awh man, I can’t believe I missed it.”

Kirby rolls her eyes. “We’re leaving, all of you, come on.”

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Chad Meeks-Martin #Kirby Reed #my writing tag #this didn't quite turn out how you asked for but I couldn't resist the opportunity to have Mindy miss out on all the action again #it turned out way more sister-centric than I intended. but what else can you expect from me of all people I suppose.

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fromriches-tosin · 3 months

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Blurb time!! Today I’m thinking about ReiJean Valentine’s Day scenarios, and the first one I came up with is 100% canon, hear me out:

(feat. Aruani)

Jean and Armin have no idea what Valentine's Day is, and both Annie and Reiner honestly forgot something like that even exists. That’s what happens when you spend the best part of your teenage years killing people or being locked in a crystal in some freaky basement. Anyway, the four of them are having a day off, so they’re just strolling around the city they found themselves in, looking for a good place to have dinner.

It’s getting late, and for some reason every restaurant they come across is full. They’re about to head back home, defeated and starving, but Armin spots one cozy looking place they haven’t checked out yet. To their luck, there is exactly one free table left. They sit down among giggling ladies and smugly smiling men, and breathe in the heavy scent of roses and melting wax. Jean scrunches up his nose at a couple kissing loudly on his left, Annie covers her nose to fight off the invading aromas. It’s less than ideal, but they’re really hungry.

Finally, a freckled waiter approaches them with the menu.

“Happy Valentine's Day!” he greets them with a smile just a tad too big to Jean liking. “Today every couple gets a fifty percent discount on their order.”

“A what day?” Jean kicks Reiner in the ankle under the table, demanding answers.

“Uh,” Reiner says.

“A day for couples to celebrate their love,” Annie explains in a dry voice.

“Oh, that’s… That’s great.” Armin shyly reaches for Annie’s hand. He intertwines their fingers in a rare public display of affection. “Right, Annie?”

“Yes. Great.” She lowers her gaze, blushing just oh-so slightly.

“Perfect! Please choose your dishes.” The waiter beams, turning to Jean and Reiner. “How about you, gentlemen? Have you decided already?”

Jean looks at the prices in the menu, looks at Armin and Annie’s hands on the table, looks at the prices in the menu again, looks at Reiner…

“Well, isn’t that fantastic! Right, Reibear?” He puts his arm around Braun, pulling him closer. “Such a beautiful, romantic occasion to share with our closest friends. I’m glad you’re here with me tonight.”

“You–You are?” Reiner asks, his voice a little muffled.

“Oh, do I understand correctly that you’ll be also sharing the order?” the waiter asks, and Jean ruffles Braun’s hair.

“I don’t see how we could not! We’re so in love. I have absolutely no words to explain how much and why. Literally nothing that could describe the depth of our feelings comes to my mind right now. The flame of our love is burning so bright though, I’m sure you can feel it burn your skin.”

Armin is quite pale in front of him, and Annie keeps drinking water to stop herself from snorting out loud. Reiner is eerily quiet, so for a moment Jean and the waiter are just grinning at each other as if competing to see who gives up first.

“Very well, my good sir,” the waiter finally says, and Jean can relax his facial muscles.

“Jean, you didn’t have to,” Reiner whispers once the man walks away with their order. “We have enough money to cover regular meals.”

“I know we have the money, but now we can spend it on booze to celebrate our relationship!” Jean pats Reiner’s back. “Don’t worry, handsome, I’ll treat you right.”

Annie almost spits out the water at the sight of Reiner’s blank face. Armin just sighs and pours her some more.

“Why is it even called Valentine’s Day?” he asks matter-of-factly. “Where does this tradition come from?”

“There was a saint called Valentine,” Reiner answers and helps himself to some water, too. “The patron of epilepsy and beekeepers, I think.”

Armin furrows his brows.

“I don’t see the correlation.”

“He was martyred on the fourteenth of February. That’s all I know,” Annie says. “It’s an old tradition, you would have to read about it.”

Armin’s eyes start shining.

“There are books about it?”

“So, let me get this straight.” Jean’s hand moves from Reiner’s muscled back all the way to his knee where it’s resting when the waiter comes back with their bottle of wine. They exchange the same theatrical smiles. The game is still on. “Some dude died, so that we could sit here today and cuddle over dinner?”

“That’s… That’s not exactly how martyrdom in religion works,” Annie says slowly, and Jean waves his hand in the air.

“Nevermind. Let’s make a toast!” Jean raises his glass. “To the lovely couples in attendance. I’m glad we’re still alive and here together. Because… Oh yeah, the last time the four of us were on our own… You tried to kill us.” He glares at Annie before turning to Reiner who now has a strangely dreamy look on his face. “And you, boy wonder, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack.”

“You made such a funny face back then.” Reiner has the audacity to chuckle, and Jean narrows his eyes in a warning.

They eat and drink, and this time it’s Braun’s hand resting on Jean’s thigh. It’s warm and heavy, and Jean really doesn’t mind it when Reiner’s thumb starts caressing the material of his pants. It’s good that Reiner caught up with the plan. Especially since the waiter is still observing them every chance he gets. Reiner’s glassy eyes and the blush tainting his cheeks sell the story way better than Jean’s words.

“Can we please get another bottle of wine?” Jean asks the waiter when he shows up to take their empty plates away.

“Of course! Alcohol is not included in our Valentine’s Day offer, but there is one more thing I forgot to mention!” The man smirks, looking Jean straight in the eyes. Before he even opens his mouth to continue, Jean knows he’ll be presented with a challenge. “We have a free chocolate cake for anyone who gets engaged tonight.”

“Engaged?”

Armin and Annie’s faces turn red, and they immediately let go of each other’s hands. They look so embarrassed, Jean almost wants to give them a hug.

“You can see the cake right there.” The waiter points in the direction of the counter. “It’s a gift from us to anyone who will decide to celebrate such an important moment here.”

The man walks away again, but not before shooting Jean one last smug look. Jean’s hand moves to Braun’s arm.

“Reiner–”

“Jean, no,” Armin pleads.

“Reiner, look at that cake.”

“I can see the cake, yes.”

“It’s so big.”

“That’s what you’ll be saying later.” Braun coughs. “Very big indeed, yes.”

“It’s free chocolate.”

“Jean, no,” Armin repeats.

“Jean, yes,” Annie murmurs into her wine.

“Okay, I’ve decided.” Jean takes a deep breath. “Reiner, get down on one knee.”

“I–Wait, what?” Reiner’s eyes turn as big as saucers. “You want me to do what?”

“That bastard is challenging me. I’ll not stand for it. Also, I really want that cake. So, we’re going to get it.”

“Jean, I can’t, it’s not appropriate, I–”

“Reiner. Your knee. The floor. Now.”

Jean can feel Armin stare at him in horror, can feel Annie’s shoulders tremble from poorly concealed laughter. Braun gets down on one knee as requested and looks up at him with puppy eyes. Normally they would make Jean’s heart melt, but today he’s too determined to let them do that.

“Jean, would you do me the honor–”

“Louder.”

“Light of my life–”

“LOUDER.”

“You saved me so many times, and I’d love to dedicate my heart to you. Please, marry me!” Reiner says quickly, and Jean grins.

“Of course, you beautiful bastard. I thought you would never ask.”

He gets up from his chair and drags Reiner into a kiss. Maybe, just maybe he’s taking things a little too far. Maybe. But he’ll give Braun the biggest piece of the cake to compensate him for the trouble. And he makes sure the kiss turns out great. Reiner is also doing his part, one of his hands cupping Jean’s cheek, the other squeezing his ass. Some lady in the background lets out a scandalized gasp, and Jean wraps his arms around Reiner’s neck, deepening the kiss. They both taste of wine, and Jean finds himself getting drunk.

Braun is a surprisingly good kisser…

They get the cake. It’s pretty okay, but Jean had better. But it’s the taste of satisfaction, the taste of victory that matters the most. Just before they leave the restaurant, he stops Reiner in his tracks.

“You have some chocolate in the corner of your mouth.” Jean wipes it off with his thumb and, to complete the performance, he licks it off as well. Reiner is looking at him as if Jean hung the damn moon and stars.

They’re almost back at the hotel when Jean realizes Reiner has disappeared in the crowd.

“Hey, where did that oaf go? Don’t tell me he got lost again.” He looks around, telling himself he’s not panicking. It’s just a big new city. Full of strangers and dark alleys. Reiner will be fine on his own, won’t he?

“He said he’s going to a jewelry store. He wanted to buy a ring,” Armin replies.

“A ring?” Jean furrows his brows. “He doesn’t wear rings.”

“Not for him. For you.” Armin rolls his eyes with a playful smile.

Jean needs a moment for this information to sink in.

“Don’t tell me he thought that was for real.”

“Of course he thought that was for real. That’s why I was trying to stop you. Don’t you remember how many times he proposed to Historia just because she was being nice to him?”

Annie grabs Jean’s tie, dragging him down to her eye level. Which means Jean is almost bent in half.

“Break his heart, and I’ll break your face,” she hisses, and Jean chuckles nervously in response.

He then straightens his back, fixes his tie and… starts running in the direction of the closest jewelry store. Shit shit shit.

#reijean #reiner x jean #veecanons #aruani

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Summary: When helping Din on a mission, you get doused in what turns out to be sex pollen. Forced to share a room together, Paz does everything to make sure you feel safe. But what if you feel safest with him?

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 8.9k | Rating: T

Warnings: dubious consent due to sex pollen, explicit sexual content, masturbation (f + m), dirty talk, thigh riding, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, slight degradation, vaginal sex, cream pies, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, lots of come (like a lot), fluff, soft!Paz, confessions, also Paz takes his helmet off but it’s okay?

This is a story that I originally wrote for my 500 follower celebration on my first blog back in September 2020. To this date, it is the first and only sex pollen fic I ever wrote but after rereading this, I am very tempted to write another one lol I hope you enjoy it and, as always, let me know what you think!

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Sometimes Paz wondered how Din could talk him into the most ridiculous missions. It was not like he needed the credits or the respect. He had enough of both at home in the covert.

So why was he suffering through a hike on a humid jungle planet with no end in sight?

Behind him, Elen laughed loudly, followed by your quieter giggle and his heart clenched.

That was the reason.

Din had not only enlisted him and Cara but also one of the aspiring warriors of the tribe and – and you. Paz was not quite sure where Din and Cara had met you but you always seemed to be with them whenever he accompanied them on a mission. Your unspoken task was to take care of Grogu (although the little one sometimes seemed to be perfectly capable of caring for himself) and he always admired you from afar.

With this mission though, Din had needed all hands on deck. Which was the reason you were also on the hike, having left the baby safely on the ship. And as soon as he had heard that you would join the endeavour, well, let’s just say Paz had not been far behind to agree to Din’s request.

The aim was to find some sort of cave and harvest a planet there, a weird gimmick that could be sold for a lot of credits. The more people on the mission, the more bags could be filled and the more money could be made. Din and Cara were leading the party with you and Elen trailing behind while Paz was somewhere in the middle.

He had watched as Elen had talked to you for hours at length and, as much as it hurt to admit it, he envied the younger man for it. Elen was a good student, a good Mandalorian if not a bit overwhelming at times. But he never had any trouble making friends – not even with you.

Another bought of laughter sounded from behind him and Paz grumbled to himself. He had thought that this mission could be his chance at talking to you but maybe you were more interested in talking to Elen? And who could blame you? Elen was a fun guy after all.

But then Elen passed him as he walked up to Cara and Din, joking around, and Paz immediately noticed that you had not followed him. His fist clenched as he took a deep breath. The air was so humid it tasted heavy on his tongue and he grimaced under his helmet. Stars, he could not wait to take a shower after this.

The leaves crunched behind him and in a bout of courage, he decided to fall back and wait for you. This was the chance he had waited for all day.

As soon as your body appeared beside him, Paz’s heart decided to beat five times faster than it should be. Sweat had formed above your brow and you were obviously out of breath, the weather having taken its toll on you too.

“Hey …” he greeted you, clearing his throat at how high it sounded.

“Hey,” you smiled at him slightly, “Sorry, I am so slow, this humidity is just killing me.” With a wriggle, you adjusted the straps of your bag and Paz only now saw how they dug into your shoulders.

“Is it too heavy?

“Oh no, it’s alright,” you explained, “Elen talked me into carrying some of his bags.”

“What? That di’kut, I will –“ Paz started to walk faster, wanting to confront the boy. Elen needed to learn that he could not charm his way through everything. Especially if it was to your suffering. But before he could open his mouth to scold his student, you held him back.

It was your hand that wrapped around his and he whipped his head around. You looked tired, exhausted even, but you still graced him with a small smile that made him stop in his tracks.

“Please don’t,” you mumbled, wiping your other hand over your forehead, “I was glad to be rid of him, to be honest. He … he keeps talking the whole time and right now I quite enjoy just – talking to you.”

Paz was silent for a few seconds, letting your words sink in as he looked at you in disbelief. You could not see him of course but if you could … if you could have you would be able to see how his eyes had widened and how his mouth was gaping open as he looked at you. Then, again, when wasn’t he looking at you?

You liked talking to him. His heart fluttered. You liked talking to him.

But instead of saying something smart, the only thing he could bring out was, “If you wish, then I will stay here … with you.”

You did not talk more than that and Paz cursed himself. Had you not just said that you liked talking to him? Then why couldn’t he bring himself to start a conversation?

As you were trailing behind the rest of the group, Paz could swear that you sometimes looked at him but whenever he turned to make sure, you were looked either straight ahead or on the floor, trying to avoid stepping into any of the bright blue plants.

The mouth of the cave was overgrown with purple and green ivy and Paz noticed your hesitation. To be fair, he himself was reluctant to follow his brother in arms into an explored jet-black cave for – for whatever it was they were searching for.

“You sure this is the right place?” Paz asked him, one hand gliding to the rifle on his back.

“Has to be,” Din shrugged further ahead, “Cara, you stay here, the rest of you come with me, the quicker we collect the plant, the sooner we’re out of here.”

Without saying anything more, they all followed Din into the dark. With the lamps positioned on Din’s and his helmets, the path before them was at least a little illuminated. Still, the ground was rough and when he heard you stumble behind him, Paz held out his hand behind him. He had hardly grasped what he was doing before he felt you take his hand, interlocking your fingers together. Your warmth was at his back and Paz was extra careful to make sure you could see the path ahead as well.

The picking of the plant was quickly done with. Paz had experience in blending out Elen’s eager chatter and instead focused on making sure you could see your hands in the light of his headlamp. And you seemed to notice it too because you smiled at him – a broad, real, genuine smile that made his heart stutter – and he could feel the heat working its way up into his cheeks.

It all went downhill when they made their way back to Cara. Suddenly a bright red spore seemed to rain down on them, so spicy it made his eyes tear even through the helmet. His hands blindly reached for you, pulling you outside as quickly as possible as you coughed and coughed. He had been protected by the helmet, he did not want to imagine what you must feel like.

Din and Elen followed shortly after, coughing as well but otherwise fine. But as soon as Cara spotted them, she took a few hasty steps back. “Don’t touch me!”

“What?”

“What’s going on?” you slurred next to him, leaning against his shoulders and kriff it he wanted to touch, to bury his face in the crook of your neck and bury his fingers in your pussy.

“We don’t have a lot of time, we need to get you all out of here and fast,” Cara rushed out, already turning around and starting the track back to the ship.

“Why?” Din asked, hurrying to keep up with her as did the others. Paz kept an eye out for you while listening to Cara’s explanation.

“I have seen this once before. This pollen it’s – it’s strong. It heightens your sexual desire that you can’t help but try to relieve. I have heard of many people being driven mad by lust and being lost in the jungle. We need to get you to the ship so you can all ride it out in safety, understood?”

Everyone nodded silently, the baby cooing in her arms.

Paz felt uneasy, trailing behind the group to make sure you were safe as well. You had struggled to keep up before, now that the sweat was forming on everyone’s forehead for different reasons, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

“You okay?” he asked, waiting for you to catch up. You nodded quickly and he suppressed his desire to take your hand.

“Yeah I just … I think it is starting already, for me, I mean,” you explained breathlessly, stumbling over the root of a plant before catching yourself again.

The pace of the group was quicker than before, the urge to get to safety strong enough to push everyone to their limits. He worried for you. This was not usually the setting

“We’ll be there soon, alright, mesh’la?” he tried to calm you, “Just – just keep walking,” he murmured, resisting the urge to put his hand on the small of your back.

Was it starting for him too?

To be honest, he did not know how they all made it back in one piece. It was a miracle, really. With their luck, he had been half-expecting for some troopers to jump out of the bush and surprise them with a new weapon or another.

But as it was, the ramp lower before them and Cara rushed them up into the hull. The cold air was a relief on his skin, even through the beskar and he saw that you, too, seemed to relax slightly in the familiar environment.

Heavy breaths filled the silence as everyone allowed themselves to feel the pure exhaustion of the track back to the Crest for the first time.

Din was the first to speak.

“Store the plants in that crate there,” he ordered, straightening his posture and dumping his bag filled with the precious cargo into the box. Elen and Paz followed suit.

Only you, your whole body already heaving with breaths, a dazed look in your eyes, did not move.

Gently, Paz moved in front of you. “I will take that now, okay?” he murmured, his hands moving slowly to grab the big on your shoulders. You nodded but did not move to make the task easier on him. He frowned, worried that you might already be more affected than the rest of them.

When your bag was safely stored where it should be, everyone hesitated, unsure of how to deal with this unexpected situation.

“Cara will remain in the cockpit with the child,” Din decided finally, sounding out of breath, “We need to get out of here as quickly as possible and someone needs to have a clear head.”

Everyone nodded.

“There are only three lockable rooms on the ship, one of which is the refresher, so there are two,” Cara stated the obvious, “You all know how small they are so you will need to share.”

“’s no problem,” Elen grinned, suddenly slinging an arm around your shoulder, “Y/N here and I will share, isn’t that right, darling?”

Paz’s blood was boiling at seeing him touching you like that but what made it worse was the pure panic on your face. You blinked a few times; the pollen clearly already had affected you.

“No – no, I don’t want that,” you protested weakly, trying to get out of his grip, “I don’t – not with you – I, what –“

“Let go of her, Elen,” he growled, stepping towards you and ripping the boy’s arm off your shoulder, maybe a little too forceful considering the yelp he let out but Paz did not care. Not when you looked so relieved to be rid of him.

Immediately, you took a few steps back, right into his chest and Paz could have choked at the closeness. Stars, he wanted to touch you, wanted to curl up with you in his arms and never let go.

“Elen and I will share a room,” Din stated finally, nodding towards him and Paz knew his brother was aware of what was happening inside him. And he could not have been more grateful.

“So, we will share a room?” you asked hesitantly, looking up at him with wide eyes, your hand lightly brushing against his.

Paz nodded, his throat suddenly dry.

“Only if you want to, mesh’la,” he assured you, “I won’t touch you, I swear.”

What if I want you to touch me?

The thought got stuck in your head but of course, you did not say it aloud. You did not want to risk Paz laughing at you. But the truth of the matter was, you wanted him to touch you. Even before this crazy pollen had rained down on you.

Ever since Din had brought his giant brother-in-arms along, all you could think about was what it would be like to spend your days with him and only him. And the more time had passed, the more your immature crush had morphed into real feelings and now all you could was hope you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

Sharing a tiny room when dusted in sex pollen surely wouldn’t help that particular quest.

Paz still stood in front of you, blocking your view of Elen and you were more than grateful that he seemed to shield you from him. “I – I need to tod discuss something with Elen,” you could see his throat bob, “why don’t you go to our room and get comfortable? You can take the bunk.”

You nodded wordlessly, confused about what he could possibly want to discuss with Elen at this stage. But you felt how your mind slowly deteriorated, your core clenching at the sight of his hands, so you made your way to the small room. Through the fog in your mind, you were pretty sure that it was actually Paz’s room but you were not sure what to make of that information and why it seemed to be so important.

Every step you took seemed to fuel the fire in your belly and you could not wait to finally get that sticky underwear off your body.

When you arrived, the room was blessedly cold and you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep, deep breath.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You opened your eyes.

The room was quite small. There was one bun to the side, the other wall remained free except for some piping. You frowned.

If you got the bunk, where would Paz go?

You spotted several blankets and pillows on his bed and decided to hang up one of the blankets above the bed, creating a curtain. This way there would be at least a little privacy for both of you. Taking a pillow and a thin blanket from the bed, you folded them neatly and set them down in front of the bed. Paz should be comfortable too.

You crawled into the bunk, feeling a bit clueless as to what to do now. Should you just wait until the pollen took its full effect?

Feeling the cool fabric underneath your palms you decided that it would feel much nicer if it was touching all of you and began to undress, throwing your clothes carelessly into one corner. There was a shirt in the bunk, a big one. Paz’s sleep shirt, your brain filled in the blank and you looked at the light grey fabric.

Would – would he mind if you were to just –

The next thing you knew was the worn feeling against your skin as his scent drifted into your nose- You closed your eyes, pretending that you were in his arms already, that he felt for you like you for him and that he wanted you here.

With a sigh you laid down on your side, hoping that if you rested enough, your body might just work through the drug by itself without the nasty side effect of wanting to climb everything in sight.

Paz was still not there.

You must have dozed off because when you opened your eyes again, your cheek was pressed to the pillow, your body feeling already quite hot.

There came a metallic sound from behind the curtain and it took you a bit of courage to push it aside, gaining a view of what was happening right across from you. You frowned.

Paz was sitting on the floor beside the piping in the wall. He was almost completely undressed, only wearing pants and his helmet. You swallowed thickly as you saw the tattoos that adorned his body, from the tips of his fingers over his arms and shoulders to his chest. You wondered if he had any tattoos where you could not see them yet.

But what confused you was the position he was in. Paz had raised one arm above his head, his wrist right next to one of the pipes as his other hand seemed to work on locking … cuffs?

“Paz, what are you doing?” you asked panicked, sitting up and flinching when your feet touched the cold ground.

“I … don’t want to hurt you, mesh’la,” he explained, shuffling to get in a comfortable position. A turn of his wrist later, one arm was successfully cuffed to the pipe as he held the key out for you to take. “I don’t want you to feel unsafe, so … I asked Din for the cuffs.”

“But that must be uncomfortable,” you tried to argue, walking towards him, “Are – are you really sure?”

“I want you to be able to trust me after this, cyare,” he shook the key, motioning for you to take it and you did. It was on a chain so you immediately slipped it over your head like a necklace.

“I hope you know that I do trust you, Paz,” you murmured, standing cluelessly in front of him, suddenly aware that you were wearing his shirt and only his shirt.

He seemed to notice too because his eyes raked over you hungrily, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and stars you wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt.

“You, uh, you look good,” he mumbled, shifting and his legs spread almost imperceptibly. Your thighs clenched. “Get some sleep, mesh’la, it’ll be a long night.”

When you woke up, everything was kind of hazy.

You were surprised to find that your fingers were already buried in your pussy, wet with your own juices. You gasped, gently circling your clit before dipping inside again. Paz’s fingers would be much larger, you were sure. They would be big and rough and he would whisper the filthiest things in your ears while he brought you over the edge again and again.

Your walls clenched around you, almost as if they were protesting that it was your fingers and not his. Or better yet, his cock.

Your head turned to the side, seeing that the curtain had shifted and while it still covered your body, it offered you a free view of him.

And oh, what a view it was.

He was so beautiful.

His cock was long and big and slightly curved, twitching in his hand. You watched him quietly, your breath catching in your throat as you saw his hand pleasuring himself. You wanted to do that for him. You wanted to touch him and pleasure him and you wanted to be the one he thought of when he came.

Your fingers began to move again as you watched him and before you could help yourself, you gasped his name into the thick air.

All of your movements froze when his head whipped towards you, his shoulders tensing as he met your gaze.

“Kriff,” he muttered, his head leaning back against the wall behind him, exposing his strong throat, “Keep watching me, mesh’la, if you want. Are – Are you pleasuring yourself?”

You nodded with half-lidded eyes as you saw how his thumb swiped over the head. He was so big.

Saliva gathered in your mouth at the sudden need to taste him. You wanted him so deep in your throat you would never forget what he tasted like.

“Tell me,” he instructed, his whole posture relaxing, “Tell me how you pleasure yourself, love.”

He did not seem to have the urgency that you felt. Or maybe he had some self-control left. You were not sure but one thing was clear: While he could still string some sentences together all you could think about was him inside of you.

“U-using my fingers,” you described in a whimper, pressing them deeper inside of you, “Wishing they were yours, they are – not enough.”

“Not enough, huh? Stars, how I wish I could be the one fingering you or fucking you or – or eating you out,” he hissed and you saw his hand close tightly around his base as if keeping himself from release, “Spent so much time thinking about what you’d sound like when you’d come for me and now it’s this – this shit.”

You flicked your clit, so close to the edge it made you cry when it did not give you the relief you had been hoping for. You tried again, your legs trembling, but your body seemed to simply refuse your attempts to bring you to completion.

“Is everything alright, mesh’la?” his voice sounded soft in your ears, even paired with the wet noise of him fisting his shaft.

“I – I can’t come, Paz,” you cried, tears of frustration running down your cheeks, “Why – why can’t I? I thought I could but now I – and it hurts and – and –“

He shushed you from his side of the room and as your crying ceased you could hear his frustrated noises and the clatter of the cuffs against the pipes. He wanted to come to you.

You sniffled, looking at him and hoping that it might calm him.

It did.

“It’s alright, mesh’la just – just do as I say, okay? Okay?”

You nodded before you remembered that he might not see the tiny movement. So, you brought out a hoarse “Okay.”

“Close your eyes, take your hands off your body,” he instructed and you whimpered, “I know, mesh’la, I know, just … trust me, yes?”

You did as he said, looking at him expectantly while trying to keep your hips from arching off the bed and into your hands.

“Alright, now, what – what would you want to do?” he asked, his hand still moving around his cock, “What would you want me to do?”

“Want you to – to touch me,” you admitted in a whisper, feeling a little shy at exposing yourself like this.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

Paz chuckled, “You got to be more specific than that, love. No matter how much I’d like to worship your body all at once, I have to start somewhere, don’t I?”

He had a point and so you thought on it for a moment.

“I would want you to touch my chest,” you decided, your fingers drifting across your middle to your breasts, cupping them, massaging them, imagining his hands instead of yours, “Would want you to – to bite at them a little, mark me up just enough that I can feel it the next day …”

“I could do that,” he agreed, almost eagerly, “I’d suck and bite at them until you’re a soaking mess underneath me, mesh’la, I bet your nipples are hard, hm?”

You looked down at your chest, rolling your nipples between your thumb and forefinger, gasping out a Yes for him to hear.

“How many fingers did you have in your pussy before?”

“Two.”

“Good,” he groaned, “I want you to try and fit a third one in there, alright?” – you groaned – “Just pretend it’s my cock stretching out your little hole. I am not small, it’d take some work but stars you can be a good girl for me, can’t you? Want to hear you say it, love, can you be a good girl for me?”

You slipped one finger inside of you, quickly followed by another before you answered him in a whimper, “Yes, I – I can be your good girl.”

“Working that third finger in?” he asked and you nodded, the stretch such a new sensation you could hardly speak.

With your head turned to the side, you tried to hold his gaze, rhythmically working your fingers inside of you until you stretched enough for the third and oh it was good.

You were not sure what it was, the way your mouth gaped open, the glazed-over look in your eyes or maybe nothing that had anything to do with you but Paz came. And he came hard. His cum splattered all over his stomach and chest and you saw the way his cock twitched in his hands and just as you thought what it would feel like to have him spill himself inside of you, you came.

Wave after wave of please crashed over you and the sheets under you felt suspiciously wet but you only smiled, feeling more relieved than anything.

It was quiet for a while. Then –

“You – You okay over there?” his deep voice asked. He sounded tired too, just a little.

“’m embarrassed,” you said, your eyes drooping closed, “I didn’t – didn’t want you to feel like you had to – with me, I mean …”

“I didn’t pretend, mesh’la,” he replied tucking his softening cock inside his briefs, “Get some sleep, love, you look exhausted.”

Sleep welcomed you like a familiar friend.

You dreamt hazy images, of pleasure and lust and love and of Paz’s voice telling you he didn’t pretend. You were not sure if you imagined the last part.

What you didn’t imagine, however, was the loud clanking of the cuffs against the pipes, the loud gasps from Paz from across the room that woke you up.

“I can’t breathe!”

“What?”

“I can’t – can’t breathe, mesh’la,” he repeated, one hand trying to somehow get under his helmet, “kriff, I – take it off, please, take it off.”

Alarmed you stood up, rushing over to him, not caring that you were completely naked. Fear gripped your heart at his thrashing body. “Are you sure? I – your creed, I –“

I don’t want you to hate me after this.

“Medical exemption,” he wheezed, his one hand continuing to tug at the lip of the helmet while the other chafed against the cuff, “need two hands, kriff, I –“

Before you could clink you were kneeling in front of him, taking the helmet in between your two hands and lifting it off his head. It was heavier than you had imagined and you were not surprised that in his panic, one hand had not sufficed to free it of him.

You set the blue metal down next to you, looking up at him only to be faced with the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He had piercing eyes, a prominent nose and his lips … stars, his lips were as kissable as you had always imagined.

This was your Paz.

He was wheezing still, taking in air in gulps and you could see the sweat pearling on his forehead. There was a look of pure fear in his eyes and your heart broke for him. Gently, your fingertips brushed against his temple, “Better?”

Paz nodded, his eyes closing.

“It’s alright,” you whispered, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, “It’s alright, Paz, you are safe.”

You felt him relax against you, his hand coming up to your back, holding you to him. His nose nudged against the space beneath your ear and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his neck, hoping that he would feel better if you were there.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin, “Thank you, love.”

You stayed like that for quite a while, just resting in each other's arms and you wished it would never stop.

But the longer you were pressed against him, the more prominent became the fact that you were straddling him, your core settled perfectly above his crotch. Your body was screaming for you to move, to be filled by him and only him and get that sweet, sweet release.

And when you did not follow that instinct, the drug punished you with a harsh cramp that made you gasp out loud, almost doubling over in pain. Paz’s eyebrows furrowed, his hand coming to your waist, his thumb brushing over your skin.

“What is going on? Are you hurt? Mesh’la, how can I help, what – what can I do?”

“I – It’s alright,” you gasped out, tears gathering in your eyes, “It just hurts. It – kriff, it hurts so much.”

Then, his leg shifted underneath you, his thigh coming up to press against you and you gasped, “Paz, I – oh, you don’t – don’t have to –“

“C’mon, love,” he whispered, “Just a little … just a touch, I won’t touch you if you don’t want to but I can’t stand to see you cry.”

Your ears heat up at his suggestion but your walls fluttered around nothing and you nodded. You watched as he stretched his legs, his hand guiding you until you lowered yourself onto just one thigh. The material of his pants was rough and cool against your core and you sighed in relief.

Suddenly you were so close, closer than you had ever been and he was without his helmet.

You looked him in the eyes, your first time consciously doing that, and when he smiled tentatively you knew you had made the right decision.

The slightest touch on your clit made you shudder. But it was better than your own hands, this was something – someone – different.

“Have you ever ridden someone’s thigh before?” he asked and his voice sounded husky, even without his helmet, and you shook your head. You had the desire to hide from his gaze, you were so embarrassed. How needy you were, riding his thigh and already the first touch almost made you come.

“Come on, I will show you,” he whispered, “just be a good girl and relax, yeah?”

He mouthed at your throat before pressing the lightest kiss to your temple. The gentle gesture paired with the throbbing of your cunt made you mewl and just … push down.

The pressure was delightful, lighting up your whole body, and you did it again, gasping into the cool air as the friction against your clit made you see stars.

“See, you almost figured it you yourself,” Paz chuckled, his hand wandering to your hip and gripping you tight but not painfully so, “You just got to … move a bit, hm? I promise it’ll feel much better.”

You doubted anything could feel better than the overall pressure against your most sensitive parts but you allowed him to move you anyway.

And oh, by the stars was he right.

He guided you to grind along his thigh, up and down, the rough fabric rubbing against you, against your clit, in the most delicious way. You gasped again, immediately embarrassed by how needy you sounded and out of instinct, buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love,” he whispered, pulling you along his leg. You could feel his hard cock leaking against your thigh and you mewled. You wanted him to fuck you so bad but you also wanted to come like this but most important of all you wanted him to keep talking.

“Does that feel good, love?”

You buried yourself closer to him, your hands resting on his chest. With the movements of your hips, your nipples were rubbing against him and you bit your lip. You felt so hot and so good.

A slap to your ass made you jump and yelp. It did not hurt but it made your skin tingle all the same, the spot where his hand had met your behind getting warmer by the second.

“I asked you a question,” he murmured, gripping your ass cheek harshly, pushing and pulling you.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered against his neck, “feels really really good, Paz, please don’t stop, wanted this for so long.”

“Knew you’d be such a good slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, rubbing yourself against his thigh and shuddering at the pressure on your clit, “’m your slut, Paz, just yours, I – stars, wanted you for so long, please – please let me come …”

“Let you?” he repeated, almost amused, “Stars, love, are you asking my permission? Do you need me to tell you to come? Are you that good for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, grinding against him some more. You felt him hard and hot against your thigh. So big and warm and his hand was heavy on you, grounding you into reality through the haze of your arousal.

“Then come,” he growled into your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “I want you to soak my thigh, little one, can you do that for me?”

You nodded, looking into his eyes, mouth gaping open. His eyes kept you looking at him, your fingers trailing all over his face as if that would make him even more real before you.

Your whole body tensed. You felt the trembling even in your toes as your hands gripped his shoulders, somehow trying to steady yourself as you came. A silent scream made your mouth open, Paz’s lips on your neck pressing kisses to the sensitive skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured, gently caressing you as you came down, “Good girl.”

You sighed, your body relaxing as you leaned further into him. “Thank you,” you whispered, eyes slowly closing.

“Of course, mesh’la,” he murmured against your temple, pressing a slight kiss there, “Of course.”

You breathed deeply, relaxing and enjoying the aftermath of the pleasure in your core.

Beneath you, Paz shifted and you became aware of his sizable erection against you. True to his word, he had not made a move.

“Would – would you ever sleep with me?” you asked shyly, wincing at the pressure against your clit, “I mean without the pollen, would you have ever … ever considered sleeping with me?”

You felt his hand tighten on you and swallowed harshly, somehow trying to brace yourself for the rejection.

“Love,” he murmured, “I – I have thought about this so many times, I would’ve – kriff, I would’ve wooed you if I’d gotten the chance before this,” he admitted, “I – kriff, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

He loved you.

Your hands trembled as you raised them to the chain that kept his hand above his head. He shook his head, “mesh’la, what are you doing? You – you don’t have to –“

“But I want to,” you smiled, “Please, Paz, I – I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes were wide and he nodded quickly, “Okay … okay, whatever you want, love, whatever you want.”

You traced the patterns on his arms, wondering if one day he would tell you how he got them. As soon as his hand was free, the metal fell to the floor with a clank. Immediately both his hands grasped your, interlocking your fingers and he smiled at you so sincerely it took your breath away.

“Can I fuck you, mesh’la?” he whispered, pushing his bulge against your core, “Please, I promise I’ll make you feel good. Want to see you ride me, love, move on my cock like the good girl you are.”

“Yes,” you nodded, wetting your lips as you lifted your hips.

You watched as he kicked off his pants, taking off his underwear so that he was completely bare before you. You knew that he was big, had seen so when he had taken himself in hand. But being so close to him now, seeing how his cock rested against his stomach, leaking precum and twitching, you suddenly got a sense of how much of a struggle it would be to actually take him.

“You ready, love?” he asked you, lips pressing against yours, “If you don’t want to, we still can –“

“No!” you protested much too quickly, heat rising in your ears at how desperate you sounded, “please, I want to – want to feel you, just, I need your help, I think,” you trailed off, tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft with your eyes, “You’re so big …”

The large man let go of your hands, grabbing your hips instead.

Understanding what he wanted you to do, you grasped his cock, lining him up with your entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, sank down on him. Thanks to the pollen and your previous orgasms, you were so wet you were practically dripping in it, your thighs shining in the light with the essence they were covered in.

But it was exactly this wetness that allowed you to take the first few inches of him without any problems. Sure, his girth stretched you to a point you had never experienced before and the more you sank down on him the more you mewled into his mouth.

He felt hot inside you, like the liquid heat that had built in your core and you took several breaths, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him. Paz kept his hands on you the entire time, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin and you could feel his chest heave with the effort of restraining himself. You did not want to imagine the control he was exerting over himself.

When your ass met his thighs you both sighed a breath of relief, allowing yourself to just enjoy this moment of intimacy. It was like you could feel him twitch inside you and while you felt like you would explode at any moment, you also felt so close to him like never before.

“You good?” he asked you, one hand at the back of your neck pushing your face against his forehead, “You feeling okay?”

“I feel perfect,” you answered back with a blissful smile, “I – I love you, Paz,” you kissed him softly, lifting your hips just a little bit before sinking down on him again. You heard him groan lowly. “I love you so much, ever since Din introduced you to me all I could think about was how it would feel to have you inside me.”

“Hope, uh, hope you’re not disappointed, love,” he joked, his brows furrowing at a particularly deep thrust.

“Not at all,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back in your head as he nudged your cervix, the slight twinge of discomfort perfectly pairing with the running lava inside your veins, “F-feels really good.”

“Yeah?” he asked you, thumbing at your clit, “Think you can come for me then? Don’t worry, it won’t be the last time. Just want to fill you up now, leaves us more time to add onto it, don’t you think, love?”

You wanted to answer with something clever, something witty. But all you could bring out was a pathetic whine in the back of your throat as you clenched around his cock, wetness dripping down his shaft as you tried to keep a grasp on reality.

Fuck, how did each orgasm feel better than the last?

With him tensing underneath you, you felt the first few pulses of his cock until he filled you so completely you felt the warmth deep deep inside of you.

Coming down from your high this time was a much slower affair. It was like you had been packed in wool, hearing and feeling things as if they were far away and you were floating on a cloud. You could feel Paz’s lips on your face as he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your lips. You smiled with your eyes closed, swaying on top of him.

He manoeuvred you around, lifting you off his cock and you distantly heard yourself whine at the loss. You felt his come escaping you, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor and while you should feel messy your first thought was that you just did not want to lose it. You wanted to keep him inside you as long as possible.

You were on your front now, your cheek pressed into a soft pillow while your chest pressed against the cold floor, your nipples hard from the temperature and your ass up in the air. Paz’s hands were massaging the globes of your ass and then he was inside you again, fucking the come you had lost right back into you.

You moaned, your vision and hearing getting clearer and clearer while you still trembled from your last orgasm.

“Back with me, little one?” he rasped into your ear, a light smack on your behind and you smiled dreamily.

“Y-yes, please, don’t stop, don’t – don’t stop, want you inside me again,” you murmured into the pillow, your words mushed together from how overworked and needy you felt.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he murmured, his hips working himself deeper inside you. In this angle he stretched you even further, rubbing along your walls in a way that did not let you get used to him – you loved it. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop fucking you until you’re so full of my come you won’t ever doubt whom you belong to.”

Something in you clenched at the thought of being marked by him, filled by him, again and again. You were not sure if it was the pollen and to be honest you doubted it. Instead, you raised your ass higher, wanting him deeper and gasping at the way you felt another orgasm approaching.

Already?

As if of its own volition, your hand slithered between your body and the floor, wanting to reach for your clit, circle it, flick it, teasing you until you came around him. But Paz saw it differently. Rough fingers closed around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your body surprisingly gentle.

“No.”

You whimpered, clamping around him at the way his voice rumbled in your ear.

“You will come when and how I want it, understood?”

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding frantically and rocking back onto him, feeling yourself drip down your thighs, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

He leant forward, his hands pushing yours next to your head and holding you down. All you saw were his tattooed fingers, holding yours down while he pounded into you, making you moan out loudly. You wanted this forever.

You heard him groan loudly, almost a shout, really, behind you, his whole body tensing and then he was pulsing inside you, shooting ropes of come inside you again. You gasped, wriggling closer to him to make sure none would escape. But instead of stilling and pushing himself deeper inside you to keep his come where it should be, he kept fucking you relentlessly.

And he was still hard.

“Paz,” you gasped, “Paz, what are you doing?”

“You didn’t think I'd be done after filling you up only twice, huh?” he asked you condescendingly, his hands slightly squeezing yours, “No, love, I’ve got quite a few loads in me, can – can kriffing feel it. Need to fill you up again, will you let me?”

You nodded, unable to speak anymore. There was a tear running down your cheek, a result of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins, your body using every outlet available.

He wasn’t angry when you came without his permission, clamping so tightly around him you were sure it had to hurt. No, his hands were gentle as they ran down your back to your ass, pulling you once more on his cock while your whole body convulsed in pleasure.

“Doing so good for me,” he murmured, “My good girl.”

And that’s exactly what you wanted to be.

His good girl.

When he came for the third time, you felt it leaking out of you with each thrust, your pussy too full of his cock and his come to hold it in. It was a steady flow, the squelching noises loud in your ears as you felt so dirty for taking him like this, for being so turned on by it.

“It’s too much – too much come, Paz,” you finally gasped out, tears of overstimulation painting your cheeks, “It’s – I – I am so full, please …”

Immediately, his movements halted, even though his hips still kept twitching slightly. It made you all the move aware of the come running down your thighs, a mixture of yours and his. His hands on your hips squeezed you gently.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, the worry in his voice clear.

You took a deep breath, feeling your head clearing up a little. Pondering his question, you shook your head. “N-not yet,” you whispered hoarsely, “I can take one more, I think, o-one more please.”

“One more,” he agreed softly behind you, his hips slowly starting to move again, “One more and then I have filled you up enough for today, does that sound good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Will you come for me one more time, too, love?” he asked you, bowing over you again so that you could feel his chest press against your back. His lips were by your ear and your trunked your head awkwardly until you could catch his lips.

Considering how roughly he had pounded into you, how messy you looked now, this kiss was soft, chaste almost. As your eyes blinked open you could see the absolute love in his eyes and your heart warmed.

Much like yours had before, his hand snuck between your body and the floor, seeking out the bundle of nerves between your legs as he kissed you.

“Come for me,” he murmured as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit, “One more time, my love, come for me, want to feel you clenching around me when I fill you up, ‘kay?”

You nodded breathlessly, moaning into his mouth as you came around him.

Your body felt heavy and full as you sagged onto the floor, ungraciously smushed against the pillow when he once more filled you up. It was pure bliss and you swore you would never get tired of feeling him like this. All tense and hard and pulsing.

Paz’s forehead fell between your shoulder blades as he pressed kisses to your sweaty skin. “C’mon, love,” he whispered in your ear, pulling out of you with a wince, “Let’s get you comfortable, hm?”

You nodded, your eyes already falling closed.

You were dead asleep by the time Paz got you into the bunk.

When Paz woke up he could not believe his luck.

He was naked and you were naked and he had told you he loved you and you loved him too and he was curled around you as if that was where he had belonged all along.

He had one hand on your belly, the other lazily cupping your breast and his fingers twitched slightly, feeling the soft flesh. A blanket was haphazardly thrown over both of you and Paz felt the cold air on his back but he did not mind. As long as you were comfortable.

His nose was buried in the crook of your neck and he could feel your even breathing as you were still in a deep sleep. He smiled, pressing a kiss to every spot he could reach. Stars, he loved you. He loved your body, loved your soul, loved the way you smiled at him and the way you turned sleepily in his arms, shuffling closer to him even in your sleep.

How had he ever deserved something so beautiful?

Lost in his thoughts, he did not notice your eyes fluttering open until your soft lips were pressed against his jaw. “Morning,” you mumbled, a lazy smile stretched across your face as your hand wandered up to his chest, palm resting over his heart.

“Good morning, mesh’la,” he greeted you, unable to help the giant grin on his face, “How did you sleep?”

“Wonderful,” you replied, lightly scratching your nails on his chest in a way that made goosebumps rise on his skin, “I – I feel like I should have the biggest hangover but I don’t?”

He chuckled, gazing at you, his hand wandering to the small of your back and pulling you closer. “Might be the pollen,” he said, “Cara mentioned that we might have to sleep them off, remember?”

You frowned, “Not really. I – To be honest, all I remember was thinking about you …” then you looked up at him, your eyes searching his for something he was not sure about, “Now that your thoughts are clear, does – does that mean you have to put your helmet on again?”

The way your voice broke made his heart clench and he swallowed thickly. He ducked his head, kissing you softly and enjoying the way you relaxed into him, opening your mouth for his tongue to slip inside and taste you.

“I – I should but I don’t want to,” he answered truthfully, placing a hand on your cheek, “I want to keep looking at you just like this. Just for a while longer.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch.

If only every day could start like this.

“I – what – what if I keep it off when we are alone?” he suggested timidly, the fear of rejection gripping his chest tightly, “It – it would mean that we are courting that I, that I would want to marry you someday but I do and I – what would you think?”

“I would think that that is a very good idea,” you whispered back, talking as if it was your own little secret and the smile that bloomed on your face let him know that you were serious. That you were happy. “I would very much like to court you, Paz,” you clarified, “I love you.”

He laughed, boisterous and happy and unafraid of the others hearing him because you loved him and you wanted to court him and –

“Stars, I never thought I would be this happy to be infected by some strange pollen,” he chuckled, pulling you close to kiss you again. His hand dropped to the back of your knee, encouraging you to throw it over his hip but you squirmed.

He stopped, “Everything alright? Did I – are you hurt?”

“Just a little sore,” you responded, averting your eyes as if you were embarrassed and Paz frowned, “And I – I think my thighs are a bit … messy,” you finished, “You, uh, you came a lot yesterday, Paz.”

Remembering the way he had filled you up – four times at least, his brain offered helpfully – he felt himself grow harder and cursed inwardly. “I am sorry, love,” he offered, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth, “Let me make up for it, hm?”

Carefully he rolled you over until you were lying beneath him, smiling up at him still with the sleep in your eyes but your legs spread around his hips, “And how do you propose to do that, Mr. Vizsla?”

The blanket fell away from your body and he feasted on the sight before him. There were marks and hickeys all over your skin. Marks and hickeys that he put there. He leant down and caught one hard nipple in his mouth, nibbling at the sensitive skin and grinning when he heard your surprised gasp followed by you pushing your chest closer to his mouth.

“I think I can think of something,” he teased you, looking up at you with your skin still between his lips. The way you bit your lips, stars he could come at the sight …

“Is the coast clear?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Paz groaned above you and heard you giggle. Grateful for the curtain that was still in place in front of the bunk, shielding you from Cara’s view. Cara who had come in to check on your apparently.

He dipped down to kiss you again, smirking as he felt your legs wrap around his hips. He grew harder, his cock brushing against your core and you gasped.

“Sounds like you’re busy,” she commented drily and he scoffed.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he grumbled between kisses, nibbling at your collarbone, “We’ll be busy for a few hours still.”

Hours later, when both of you were sated again, Paz pressed one last kiss to your forehead before finally getting himself to leave the bunk. You whined, your arms reaching out for him sleepily and he wanted nothing more than to return to the little safe haven you had built for yourself.

But there was still a mission to complete.

“I need to take a shower, love,” he explained soothingly, “And then I will make sure you have all the time in the world in the refresher, yeah? No Elen or Din bothering you about it.”

You smiled droopily at the thought, your eyes already fluttering closed again and he smiled. “I love you,” he whispered.

Sleepily, you smiled at him cuddling into the pillow that he had previously occupied, “I love you too, Paz.”

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I graduated tonight, so here's a tidbit for you in celebration!! 🎓💚

It's Billy's graduation day, and he can feel daggers being stared into him from all sides. He was named Valedictorian (he has no clue how he achieved that), so Nancy Wheeler is glaring from across the stage in the chair reserved for the Saluditorian. His dad was off somewhere in the stands glaring at him, and he was actually surprised he came to see him walk the stage at all. All the kids he beat up or messed with, even if he apologized, were glaring, pissed off that they had to follow his every move to know when to stand and sit on his command. All in all, it seemed like everyone there hated him.

But there was two people that were there rooting for him, even if no one else was. He could still see them, smiling and shouting his name and waving around these embarrassing homemade signs they made to make sure he'd see them. Max was wearing a homemade shirt with a picture of his face printed on it, and it was the least flattering picture ever, from his freshman year where he was mid-sneeze when the flash went off, but he couldn't help but smile when he saw it. Steve was standing next to her and screaming loudly, unashamed of anyone watching him. He had a shirt that said "I ❤ BH", like those stupid tourist t-shirts from New York, only with his initials instead. He was waving around a giant shark plushie that had a little graduation cap sewn on it, the stitching job no doubt having been done by either Joyce Byers or Claudia Henderson.

He didn't know it yet, but both ladies were also in the audience, along with Will, El, Hopper, Dustin, and Lucas, all there to cheer on Billy and Jonathan as they both walked the stage. Mike was sitting somewhere else with his parents and little sister to cheer on Nancy, but his mother eventually let him go off with his friends once Nancy finished giving her speech.

She was the first one to do it, getting the honor of speaking first, followed by the class president and the class historian. Billy was the last one to give his speech, and as the historian sat down, his heart began to race a little as he walked up to the podium. He had his speech written on a few note cards, but he'd been sleep deprived from finals and entirely too nervous when he wrote them, so they were near incomprehensible. So he didn't even bother to get them out, deciding instead to just wing it. He'd bullshitted his way through it anyway. And nothing could be worse than the class president's speech, which the poor kid had stuttered through and barely spoke into the mic at all, so he was impossible to hear. At least Billy would be able to be heard if his speech was awful.

"Friends, family, teachers, staff and guests," he started, trying to keep his tassel out of his face, "You're probably all thinking that I'm feeling so honored to be standing here as the vedictorian of the class of 1986. I know that you probably think that this is the highlight of my high school career. Hell, our saluditorian would probably kill to be standing where I am right now."

At this, a little laughter bubbled up from the crowd, and Billy allowed himself a second to enjoy the way Nancy's face went bright red before he continued.

"But you'd all be wrong. True, I did get here halfway through my junior year and still managed to build myself up to this point with little to no support, but that’s precisely the reason I don't feel honored to be making this speech right now. It's not that I think I don't deserve it, because I do. I've worked myself half to death to get here right now, to prove to myself that I was not a complete failure and that I was good for something. So I took the hard classes, I turned in all the work, and I did the best I could to put myself where I'm standing right now. But I'm still not honored to be here, because I didn't do it for recognition. I didn't do it for praise or to prove that I'm the best or anything shallow like that. I also didn't do it out of love for school or my classes. I did it out of survival. I did it because if I didn't, I might not be accepting a diploma at all today. I did it because I had no other choice."

As Billy continued speaking, a confused murmur went through the crowd. The audience was wondering where he was going with all this, and the rest of his classmates and the staff were all wondering what happened to the other speech they'd had to listen to him reciting for the past two days at practice. All in all, everyone seemed lost, but Billy didn't care. He took a second as they recollected themselves to look up and see if his dad was still in his spot on the stands. He wasn't, so Billy kept going.

"Most of you here know that I'm not a perfect person. I'm a dick, really. If someone gets in my way, I have no qualms about punching them in the nose or making them cry as they run home to their mommies to have them make the boo-boos feel better. I'm not proud of this. It's just a part of who I am and I'm trying to work on changing it. As I'm getting older and getting closer and closer to leaving this town, it's getting easier to do that. But so far it's been a slow process, because I didn't have any reason to change. That's another reason I never quit and threw myself into my studies, because as I get closer to getting out of here, I'm finding more and more reasons to change. For one, my little sister Maxine deserves a brother that she can be proud of, not one that she dreads admitting relation to. For another, as soon as I get my diploma and decide where I'm going to college, I'm gone. Out of this town, out of this state, and especially out of my father's house. Believe it or not, there are actually people worse to others than me, and if you want an example, well, my father is the best one you'd ever find. As soon as I get my diploma, I get to be rid of him forever if I want to be, and that's exactly what I want. And finally, I met somebody. None of you probably want or need to hear about my love life, and I'll spare you the dirty details, but just know that this person is my reason for everything. For living, for working so hard, and for wanting to change. It's for these reasons, and there are probably more if I put my mind to it, I want to change out of the jerk I was and into a person that would be honored to be the best student in their class. It's for these reasons that I'm even here in the first place, why I pushed so hard to make myself survive and earn it. I'm not the best Valedictorian that this school will ever have, I'm far from it. But hopefully, now that you understand why I'm here, you won't think I'm the worst one, either. You'll understand why I'm here, what I had to do to make it happen, and why, even though I'm not feeling honored by being here, I'm more proud of myself than I ever have been in my life."

Billy had been nervous about giving a speech he didn't practice, but so far he seemed to be fine. He could see Steve on the verge of tears off to the side of him, and it made him remember that even if he was a total flop and didn't make any sense, at least a few people would be proud of him. So he decided to finish strong.

"And to my classmates, the graduating seniors of 1986, I want to say this: I didn't get here on my own. I had help, from a lot of you. I'd like to address some people who really helped on my journey here at Hawkins High, short as it may have been, and helped either directly or indirectly in my success. Heather Holloway, you've taught me to be confident and given me your friendship, which is an invaluable gift that I truly treasure every day. I love you, forever and always you'll be my best friend. Robin Buckley, you've shown me that it doesn't matter who I am or what I'm like, that there will always be people like me in the world and that if I find those people, I don't have to be afraid of what they'll bring out in me. Eddie Munson, you've taught me to be confident in all things, that it doesn't matter if the world is watching, as long as I believe in what I'm saying and doing that someday, I'll make it through and make it out, even if it takes a few tries. Chrissy Cunningham, you taught me to be sweet and kind. Jonathan Byers, you taught me that sometimes I need to see life through the lens of someone else's camera. Nancy Wheeler, you've taught me that you don't have to like a person to be proud of their accomplishments. And finally, Steve Harrington, even though you're already graduated, you know why I'm thanking you, and you know what you taught me. As we move forward throughout our lives, myself and the rest of the class of '86, I implore all of you to take these lessons with you and actually practice them. You'll be successful in whatever you choose to do with your time if you do so. Learn from these people, you don't have to like them, but learn from them. And if you do, I promise you, you'll beat the odds that are seemingly stacked against you."

After Billy finished his speech, he went back to his seat and sat down, waiting for whoever was speaking next to say whatever they needed to. He wasn't paying attention, rather looking over to Steve and Max again, who were both crying and clapping for him.

When the principal finally stood up and read out the names of all the seniors and handed them their diplomas, Billy stood up to receive his first. A shy smile on his face as he listened.

"William Felix Hargrove, class of 1986 Valedictorian," the principal read out like a robot, already tired of having to read out the names of the 236 graduating seniors after the first one. Billy stood and walked over to him, taking his diploma and shaking the man's hand as he smiled for a picture. He was sure he'd have to fake smile when he was told ther would be a photographer there, but because of the screams and shrieks he could hear coming from Steve and Max's direction, he found he didn't have to fake it. As he turned to walk back to his seat he saw them still crying and cheering, making such a scene that Billy was almost afraid the audience wouldn't hear it when Nancy's name was called, but then they quieted down.

They stayed quiet through the rest of the ceremony, except when they needed to make noise, and as soon as Billy was allowed to go and find them, they were on the field with him, both wrapping him in the tightest hugs they could manage. Max was practically squeezing the air out of him, sobbing into his graduation gown that she was already proud of him and she always would be, drawing a few tears from his eyes in the process as he muttered a "thanks, shitbird" into her hair. Steve had let them have their moment, having gone off to talk to Robin and to give her her present and a hug, but now he was walking back over, holding out the shark plushie and smiling from ear to ear.

"I got you this," he said as Billy took the animal, his own grin creeping onto his face. "I figured flowers would just die and you could eat chocolates. I wanted to get you something that would last."

"Thanks, pretty boy. I love her." He said, his face heating up as Max went to talk to her friends and Steve began to back them up until they were hidden from sight behind the bleachers.

"I'm really fucking proud of you, you know that?" He asked as they walked, keeping an eye out to make sure no one was looking as they slipped away. "And I was so surprised when you mentioned me in your speech. You didn't plan that thing at all, did you?"

"Was it that obvious?" Billy asked, but he laughed.

"No, but I just know you. You only get that look on your face when you're determined to do something completely on the fly. It was still fantastic though." Steve replied, finally finding them a quiet, dim little nook to hide away in.

"Thank you. For everything, and I really mean that, Stevie. I wouldn't have made it without you. You're everything to me, you're the main reason I did all that stuff like I said in the speech." Billy said, his voice weighed down with emotion. Steve could hear it, too, and his smile only grew wider as he leaned in real close.

"You saying you love me, Hargrove?" He asked, and the question honestly surprised Billy. Neither of them had ever said it before, even if they had felt it, so it just seemed too casual. But Billy had meant the things he'd said in his speech, about confidence and being himself and all that, and he wasn't giving up on those lessons now. He lunged forward and kissed Steve with all his might, wanting to tell him not only with words, but actions too.

"Yeah, I am. I love you, Steve." He said as they parted, his heart racing as he went in for another searing kiss. He really did mean it when he said it, too. He loved Steve, and he always would.

When this kiss was broken, it was like everything and nothing had changed. Billy was still afraid to hold Steve's hand once they left the cover of the bleachers, but until they stepped back out into the setting sun, he did it. He let Steve adjust his cap and gown before they went out to take pictures, and he let him insist on as many as he wanted to commemorate the occasion. They still couldn't do much in terms of physical contact, but every brush of fingers or press of a side that managed to take place as they snapped picture after picture was like a tiny little press of sunshine to their skin. It was different, but that was okay by them.

"Oh, and by the way," Steve asked as Joyce geared up to snap the next shot, "Since when is your middle name Felix?" And when the flash went off, all you could see what Steve looking puzzled as Billy cracked up laughing.

#billys middle name is felix and i wil not be told otherwise #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy hargrove x steve harrington #ficlet #graduation #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #heather holloway #chrissy cunningham #jonathan byers

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therealestvexkisser · 7 months

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Kiki reference!!

this is a pretty old ref, so the shading may not be as good as some of the other art I’ll post on here!!

Name: Xun Ki ling

Nickname: Kiki

Pronouns: She/He/Her/Him

Role: Main character for my oc x canon comic!!

Personality: Kiki is an individual who enjoys playing mischievous tricks and pranks on others. She is highly opinionated and does not mince her words, speaking loudly and often without concern for how others perceive her. Kiki is also extremely silly, often engaging in silly or nonsensical behavior that others may find off-putting. However, despite this outward demeanor, Kiki actually feels nothing at all, feeling like an empty shell of a person on the inside. The only moments when she feels anything are during violent encounters, where she experiences a powerful bloodlust and an insatiable desire for violence. Kiki is a dangerous being who will kill anyone or anything that crosses her path, and should be avoided at all costs. However, despite her dangerous and hollow nature, if she does take a liking to you, she’ll want affection, hee extremely touch starved, and if you can get close enough, they might even let you kiss their cheek? Who knows at this point. Kiki is a weirdo.

Reminder: Being a psychopath is a serious psychological condition that can cause significant harm to oneself and others. It is characterized by a lack of empathy, remorse and emotional attachment, as well as impulsive and anti-social behavior. If you have concerns about being a psychopath or know someone you think shows signs, it may be helpful to encourage them to seek professional help from a therapist or counselor.

RANDOM KIKI FACTS

1 - Kiki’s story was going to be a macaque x oc when I had made her idea then due to building up her character and learning more about the type of loris she is, I decided to make her only 2000+ and childish, to see the monkeys more as parental figures. (Mostly Wukong, macaque is like a sort of love hate brotherly relationship.)

2 - Kiki’s personality changes for every person she meets based on their species, personality, and appearance. She can easily tell who someone is simply by looking at them, and if their an enemy or not. Take xing as an example, xys eyes are more of a titled scrunked shape which give off a mischievous/ sly vibe, especially when smiling. Kiki could easily tell just by looking into xings eyes that xe has a.. questionable personality, as well that xing has definitely murdered people before.

3 - Kiki has claws to use as a combat tool when she doesn’t have a weapon, in which she has three. One, she owns a xun lie chong (I think that’s how you spell it) which she found while showering abandoned and very old towns, two, she owns a bamboo that’s pretty strong, but can easily snap if hit the wrong way. And finally three, a butcher knife she stole from a man in which she ||killed|| . If she doesn’t have any of these, for example, her nails were recently cut on something, she left one in a tree or the bamboo broke, she’ll simply use her tongue, as the type of loris she is has a poisonous residue on their tongue.

4 - Kiki really wants to find Wukong due to some history they had when she was younger. However she is unable too because Wukong is way too fast to find without cameras, (like the way ru and the group does does in erhs). I will not be stating what the reasoning for her (platonic) relationship with Wukong is due to lore reasons, and I don’t want to spoil that.

5 - Kiki is biologically female, but uses Genderfluid pronouns!

6 - Kiki’s official birthday is the 7th of September, but due to spoiler related reasons, she can’t remember that and simply just doesn’t celebrate his birthday. Wukong makes her celebrate it on the day they met.

If any other information is needed, you may ask!! Or you can dm me on discord :3

Will be posting other / new kiki content soon!

#lego monkie kid #oc x canon #oc #oc art #silly

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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Hey!! Ilove your work sm ❤️ i hope you're doing great

Can I ask RFA reacting to MC getting Assassinated but survived??

Ignore this if you want because the topic is sensitive. Even if I still love your creativity in writing your fanfictions ilsym take care of yourselfff!!! ❤️❤️❤️

RFA x MC being involved in an assassination but surviving

Hello! First of all I want to clarify that I googled the definition for Assassination, this is what Google Says: Assassination is the murder of a prominent person or political figure by a surprise attack, usually for payment or political reasons

So, I hope everyone can enjoy this Fic, I also want to clarify that this is something written soly out of fiction, nothing is real and things may be exaggerated to make it seem more exciting so please, don’t hate this Fiction.

And to you, you lovely Anon, I bless you with the name ,,red ( heart ) anon’’ because of the whole red hearts and the bloody request. I hope you enjoy it :) BTW, this isn’t sensitive for me at all! Take care of yourself too!!

TW: Sensitive Content

Jumin

The day started well and it all went well until that evening at the company, celebrating the new success.

Jumin was standing a few feets away from you, next to you Assistant Kang, who you were talking with, and Jumin didn’t really want to know what you were telling her as her cheeks grew red.

He took his eyes off you for a single second before he heard screaming, shooting and groaning.

When he looked back, Assistant Kang was over you, her body shielding yours as blood was gushing out of one of you.

,,MC!!!’’ Jumin screamed loudly, but probably no one heard it as everyone was running and screaming across the big room.

More shooting was heard and the bodyguards around him were running around as way too many people were laying dead around him.

,,DOWN MR HAN!’’ someone screamed and covered him as more gunfire was heard and then everything was silent.

,,My wife! My wife is there! Get off me!’’ he hissed, trying to shake the person away who saved his life, trying to get to you.

Just now, he could see that you were losing blood.

He finally was able to approach you and pull you towards him. Jaehee was still over you when he gently laid Jaehee back, only noticing then that she was dead.

Jumin couldn’t even gulp at the sight of his best Assistant, dead over his wife.

Jumin checked your pulse and could feel your heart beating. The pulse was still there, but his trembling hands quickly pulled off Jaehee's lifeless body. She had protected you until the end .

,,Don’t make her death be in vain, Mc, stay with me,’’ he begged, trying to cover you with his jacket, his hand over your injury as he waited for help.

,,FUCK! Why didn’t you check all the guests?!’’ Zen screamed at the bloody man in front of him, crying upon hearing of the death of his biggest fan and the dangerous situation you were in.

Jumin stayed silent as Jihyun tried to pull the young man back.

,,I…I was a fool…I know,’’ he confessed, praying, this once praying to God, even though he wasn’t a believer, that you would survive.

,,She’s alive. Her wounds were deep, but Mrs Han was a fighter. An angel must have stayed by her side,’’ the doctor said as soon as he finished his prayer.

,,Jumin…she’s dead, isn’t she? I saw her in my dream, she’s dead… Jaehee saved me,’’ you cried as soon as you saw him, you in his arms as he finally could let his tears fall freely too…

Months later it was discovered that the assasination was planned and done by someone who got fired due to the success of C&R. The man later on killed himself too.

Jumin was and would be always thankful for Jaehee’s sacrifice and to honor her, his child, two years later, was named after her.

Zen

,,The first big fan meeting, I’m so excited,’’ you giggled, holding your boyfriend’s hand.

He was just as nervous as you and you could feel that due to his kind of sweaty hands.

He nodded as he entered the room, preparing little details before the fangirls were let in.

Of course one of them was Jaehee, who thanks to you, got her every VIP Ticket, although she wasn’ the first, but this was okay for her.

Time went on and finally it was her turn, but the atmosphere was totally different from the normal meetings she had with the two of you. It was visible that she was really really nervous too.

,,Thank you for supporting me until coming here,’’ he smiled, holding her hand, which was trembling.

You were assured and looked away from the both of you when you suddenly saw someone pointing a gun towards the three of you.

You acted rapidly, made Zen duck down, and pulled Jaehee below the table when the bullet met your back, making you scream in pain and shiver.

,,OH MY GOD NO!’’ Zen screamed when he saw you. He and Jaehee were hiding behind the table thanks to you and could pull you back just in time before another shot was heard.

The fans were screaming in fear and apparently some of them were shot and injured as even more gunfire was heard.

Zen however, even though it sounded awful in his mind, didn’t mind at all the other people and was just trying to get you to open your eyes, doing CPR on you and calling your name.

Zen was just about to give up when suddenly someone pulled up the tablecloth, making Jaehee shield both you and Zen.

Luckily, a guard and a paramedic quickly performed first aid on you, shoving Zen away from you.

It didn’t take long for Zen to look for the culprit, sprinting towards the woman who was held by the guard.

It was the first time Zen ever hit a woman and he never felt as good as now. “I swear, if you did kill her, I will make you regret being alive!’’ he screamed, before Jaehee pulled him away.

The ride to the hospital was awful. Zen was sobbing loudly as pictures of your lifeless body came back to his mind.

He was trembling like a leaf and no one, not even Jaehee’s support, could help him calm down.

Two of the worst weeks passed for Zen.

His unshaved face was glued on your bed and his cold hand was entangled in yours.

You were in a coma, alive but not waking up and Zen swore to himself, he would die next to you if it was needed.

He was just about to pull back to kiss you one last time before your finger twitched, making him hold his breath.

When he looked up, his hand still in yours, your eyes sleepily looked into his eyes. You were back.

Yoosung

,,I’m not comfortable in big crowds,’’ you confessed as Yoosung was holding your hand. He pulled you through the tables of the video games convention, absorbing every single detail.

The tables were decorated with stuff to sell, fan made pictures, figures, everything.

Yoosung smiled brightly as he looked around himself and enjoyed the sight of the cosplayers, making a mental note to ask one of them for a picture later.

But first of all, he needed very important merch from his lovely LOLOL.

,,Nothing can happen to you. The guards checked our belongings and no one would attack a convention. Besides, I will protect you with my life,’’ he told you, smiling brightly.

Well, he didn’t know how wrong he was.

Yoosung left you at the table in the food hall, just going out because a famous cosplayer was outside and made a live on Instagram saying that he would leave soon.

,,The food will be here any minute, but don’t worry and begin without me,’’ he assured you, kissed your cheek and left, making you sigh as you watched him walk away.

He was right. The food came a few moments later, but there wasn't a chance for you to get the first slice of pizza into your hands as screams made you shriek.

Loud screams of panic around you started and suddenly bullets were heard, almost giving you a heart attack upon hearing the loud sound.

You wanted to hide, go below the table, pray that the person who was shooting around wouldn’t kill you, meet your scared eyes, but you failed and before you could save yourself, a bullet hit you.

Your last thought was for him, Yoosung, to stay outside and not come in, having to be in such pain and in danger.

,,My wife is in the building!’’ Yoosung screamed at a security guard who was trying to hold him off.

Yoosung tried with all his might to make the man let go. His eyes turned darker and suddenly Yoosung really seemed to be stronger.

However, the man didn’t let go and until the assassin wasn’t caught, no one was actually allowed to go in.

Only when paramedics and police officers finally ran into the building, Yoosung was strong enough to punch the man who was holding him to run up into the building to check on him. The sight was horrific.

Yoosung screamed your name and ran towards you.

Everything was spilled on the floor. You were laying in your own blood and you were as pale as the clouds outside.

Yoosung tried to do some first aid on you, however, you didn’t wake up.

Your eyes didn’t open and Yoosung couldn’t feel a pulse.

The sight of you being alive was equal to zero.

Yoosung already thought of dying with you, hating himself for having brought you along, even though you said that you didn’t like crowds. He hated himself for leaving you on your own and he really took the knife to cut the pizza, ready to slice himself open, thinking that he couldn’t dare to live without you, losing again another person.

What he, however, didn’t expect was you grabbing his hand and groaning ,,Don’t you dare…are we Romeo and Juliet or what?’’ you asked him before you passed out again.

,,I can’t believe that a vet wasn’t able to feel the pulse, like, Bro, if you tend your animals like your wife, Korea won’t have any pets at this rate,’’ Zen teased Yoosung later in the hospital after your wounds were tended and the RFA came for a visit.

Jaehee

,,I am here for Mc. She was admitted to this hospital,’’ Jaehee said, out of breath as she arrived at the hospital in the middle of Seoul.

The nurse checked her out, her eyes going from bottom to top before she typed your name into her computer without saying anything.

Jaehee tapped with her feet, standing on one foot and then on the other one, waiting nervously for the nurse to give her an answer.

,,And who are you?’’ the nurse finally said before saying anything regarding your health.

Jaehee inhaled and tried to stay calm.

She often had odd things happen to her when she worked with Jumin. She often had to be confronted with not-so-easy situations, but this one was wracking.

,,I’m her partner. She was involved in an assasination attempt, is she okay?’’ Jaehee asked.

Her hands were placed on the table so that no one could see her trembling hands.

The nurse nodded and looked back down at her screen before she tried to find an answer for Jaehee.

,,She was injured quite badly when she arrived in the ER… someone is waiting for the legal guardian or partner to sign the papers, please follow me,’’ she said. Now the nurse herself was walking quickly. This meant for Jaehee that the situation was quite bad and indeed seemed like that.

As she entered the emergency room, a lot of people were laying on beds.

Some had already a blanket over their face, others were visibly in pain, and then there was you, pale as the blanket you were laying on and totally bloody.

Jaehee didn’t even have the time to take a look at you, take your hand, or anything else. As soon as she signed the papers, you were carried away and no one saw you anymore.

Jaehee kept thinking about you, the way you looked, the blood…the time you had waited for her…if she just came with you to the political meeting…would things have been different?

But before Jaehee could worry more about you and get desperate about your well-being, a doctor approached her with good news…

Saeyoung

,,Someone hacked into our System,’’ the red haired man breathed out as he said those words.

His twin brother was sitting next to him, trying to hack into their hacked system as Jumin stood behind the twins.

He was typing something into his phone and Saeyoung could only guess that Jumin demanded more guards and to get everyone safe and out of the place.

The issue was that the RFA was currently holding a party and used this to show the world what the prime minister was actually like.

This probably was an action done by the so hated politician from Saeyoung and he could only guess that worse was to come. He was right…

You, on the other hand, were still standing in the room, wanting to welcome your guests when you suddenly noticed that you were hacked.

,,Let’s just wait a bit longer,’’ you said and nodded to Yoosung, Zen, and Jaehee as you looked around.

Your guests were happily eating and standing around the buffet so no one actually noticed the chaos around you.

And while you were actually trying to figure out what your fiancé was doing, someone else who was actually invited to the RFA Party used his chance to make everything in your speech be deleted.

Such as attacking you from behind, trying to assassinate you and stab you with a knife.

You didn’t know how, but you somehow escaped the painful attack as Zen pulled you away before the knife could be shoved into you.

Jaehee didn’t even take a second to attack your attacker with her judo skills, throwing the man to the floor and making sure that he would stay put.

,,MC?!’’ Saeyoung hissed as soon as he arrived, seeing you sitting on a chair without losing any blood or any minor injury. He had the feeling that his heart rate was getting better.

,,I thought I lost you for a second,’’ he whispered in confession as he held your trembling hand.

,,But I survived…. I survived, Saeyoung.’’

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

25.09.2022 // 13:57 MEST

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lesbiansforboromir · 2 years

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What are the differences between the book version of boromir vs the movie?

Where to begin babe! I mean the short answer is they are simply not the same character. If something applies to film-boromir then don't apply it to book-boromir and you'll probably have it right, and vice versa.

Film Boromir's obsessed with Aragorn and his being King? Book Boromir makes one single comment when pressed about how if the King could somehow help them in the war, he'd be welcomed. And he never mentions it again. As for Aragorn himself, Boromir is polite and even amiable with him but really Aragorn has very little impact on him. Brother? Captain? King? Fake words put into film-boromir's mouth, Book Boromir's last words were for his people, to tell Aragorn where Merry and Pippin went, to say he failed. Boromir wasn't frustrated that Aragorn himself was conflicted about going to Minas Tirith or saving 'out people', he was frustrated that the fellowship's decisions were making HIS road home more difficult. He was going to go alone back to Gondor, no matter what Aragorn decided to do, he just didn't care.

Film-Boromir saying his father's rule is failing? Taking Faramir's side in this film-manufactured toxic relationship between him and his father? Boromir and Faramir having an uncomplicated and good relationship where Faramir loves him unconditionally? Absolutely false. Faramir is book-boromir's harshest critic, he cannot put two sentences together about Boromir without making some comment about how reckless or war-loving he was, how he was 'too like the rohirrim' etc. And Boromir supports his father, it's not even in question, it's never even brought up. Of course he does, they've been working together for a decade or more very successfully in the defense of their people.

Film Boromir loudly proclaims 'Gondor will see it done' when he joins the fellowship in this big bravado speech? Boromir in the book doesn't even verbally agree to go with the fellowship. The only thing he's agreed too is to come with them as far as his city, no more, and that agreement is made off camera and told to us by Aragorn at some point. He is literally just trying to get home and that way happens to be the same direction he THINKS the fellowship is going. It's his declared intention the entire way. He JUST needs to go home.

Film Boromir is obsessed with the ring the whole way? Aragorn nearly kills him on Caradhras? Book Boromir asks at the council, calmly, why they dont use it. Elrond answers him and he accepts that answer. He is then completely reliable all the way until Lothlorien. On caradhras he saves them all by insisting on bringing firewood, lighting fires, pulling frodo out of the snow when he collapses and forging a path through the snow for all of them to get down again. It's only after galadriel puts the idea of using the ring in his head that he can't stop thinking about it but that's another post of mine.

Film Boromir is ever loud? Sad? Nervous? Awkward? Absolutely fabricated. Book Boromir never says a single feeling beyond sardonic concern and muted frustration. He is reticent, he is competent, he is confident in his abilities, he is focused on his goals, he is kind and he makes self deprecating and teasing jokes but he is never awkward and the only time he raises his voice is when Gandalf reveals that he doesn't know the way into Moria and the wargs are gaining on them!

Film Boromir makes a SPEECH? About reclaiming Osgiliath for light and music or whatever? Utterly insane firstly, Osgiliath was not reclaimed in an epic triumph just before Boromir left. It was taken entirely by Minas Morgul and Boromir retook the western half, saving Minas Tirith from a siege for that entire year. It was a desperate and pyrrhic victory that left thousands dead and required Boromir to swim the whole damn 3 mile wide river back, who is celebrating this? I hate that scene it robs Gondor of it's desperate struggle so entirely I can hardly breath about it. But also Boromir doesn't care about reclaiming Osgiliath's light and music or whatever! Boromir is interested in people and keeping people alive, history holds no wonder to him. 'Today life is good' no it wasn't! It was an absolutely terrible day! Boromir lost so many friends!

I could actually go on but I have to end here I'm very weak and feeble, the point is Boromir in the books is not the same character as boromir in the films and they simply cannot be melded without major rewrites and fixing the scenarios and relationships that the film made make no sense. Boromir from the books would say and next to none of the things film boromir does, barring that one 'they have a cave troll' line it's the only one that suits him.

#boromir #lotr film critical #lotr #chats #erran vs tolkien

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alaffy · 11 months

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Riverdale, Ep.7x11 - Halloween 2 (spoilers)

With only 9 episodes left, the series finally, finally starts to deal with the main storyline. Maybe. I honestly don't even know anymore.

It's almost Halloween, which is apparently Veronica's favorite time of the year. And so she decides to go to school dressed as a witch. Not just a witch, a sexy witch. Yeah, that costume wouldn't fly in schools today, let alone in 1950. Also, it's not even Halloween when she does it, so why is she shocked people are staring? Anyway, apparently Riverdale doesn't celebrate Halloween anymore. Well, children do, but teenagers can't because a few years ago two River Vixens and two Bulldogs died in a crash when they were acting foolishly that night.

Veronica decides to host a special Halloween event at the theater. She invites everyone to come, but Jughead, Reggie, Betty, and Archie won't be there because of their own storylines. Alice gets wind of Veronica's event and, well, threatens her in Alice's own special way.

Toni wants Cheryl to go, but Cheryl can't as she always hosts a slumb....ah, skip it. Cheryl has someone else hold the party and she sneaks out. They, along with Kevin, Clay, and Veronica do a rendition of songs from Rocky Horror that somehow simultaneously does and does not get the point of Rocky Horror (yeah, I don't get how that managed that either.). Alice sneaks in and see all the naughty things going on. This will be a problem in the future (or they'll forget it next episode. Who knows anymore). At the end of the episode, Clay and Kevin confront Veronica on why she's sleeping at the theater. She tells them everything is fine.

Also, Cheryl, Toni, Fangs, and Midge go to Pop's where they decide to loudly talk about everything they don't want the people of Riverdale to know. Of course, Evalyn (oh, you're back again. Again.) just happens to hear everything.

Meanwhile, Betty is trying to figure out if she's into Reggie or Archie. As Reggie has never had a true Halloween before, she suggests she and Archie take him trick or treating, to a cemetery, and to...neck in a haunted house. So, Archie and Reggie put two and two together and realize Betty might be into both of them. And they agree if Betty seems to be interested in one of them more then the other, the other should bow out. So, they go trick or treating, they go to the cemetery (where it becomes obvious to Reggie that he should bow out), and then they go to the haunted house....oh look, it's Ethel's home. (Really, Jughead is the only one who gives two fucks about Ethel in this series).

Reggie bows out and starts to go home. Only to be picked up by Jason, who has been constantly driving around with other Bulldogs causing mayhem. Meanwhile, Betty and Archie are still at Ethel's home about to maybe have sexy times, when Betty sees the Milkman. Archie and Betty run away and go to her house. They're about to kiss when they are stopped by the second most horrible thing in Riverdale; Alice.

Archie is woken up in the middle of the night. Seems like Jason's car went off a bridge and there are players hurt.

Finally, Jughead is trying to convince everyone there's a Milkman who's a killer. Uh, this is why he needs a Betty type partner. Someone needs to reign him in before he starts, oh say, slapping milk cartons out of people's hands. Later, he talks to Ethel (oh, she's still here. Nice.). This convinces Ethel to escape The Sisters. Of course, she can't stay with Jughead as she'll easily be found. So naturally he suggests Radberry's apartment as it's paid for for the rest of the year (and surely the Landlord won't stop by). Jughead and Ethel try to solve the murder of her parents by going to the Pep Comics Halloween party to try and find the author of the original Milkman story. They are unsuccessful. Well one author is mentioned (I will NOT dignify this, Riverdale, with naming him), but he apparently killed himself saying he'll never write anything as good as that story. Jughead takes Ethel back to the apartment. Ethel goes inside and we see the milkman. Jughead walks down the hall but is stopped by Ms. Machina again, who lets him know about the milkman. Jughead bursts into the apartment to see the milkman dead and Ethel standing over his body with a bloody knife. (Also, quietist death ever. Those walls are clearly paper thin and yet nobody hears a thing).

#riverdale #riverdale spoilers #betty cooper #archie andrews #reggie mantle #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #veronica lodge #jughead jones #kevin keller #alice cooper

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Rules:

In a reblog of this post OR a new thread (with the rules copy/ pasted), post the filenames of your WIP's.

Post a snippet from one of them. The snippet must have been written in the last 7 days. We're working on making progress people! If you've not written anything, get something down that you want to share!

After you've posted, invite people to send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3+ sentences on that WIP and share it! If you cannot share it (ie. it's for an event etc), write the sentences on it anyway and then some more on another WIP that you can share :)

Ya'll determined to make me write ahead of time LOL. Since I've posted some WIPs from the last one I did, I'll try to add new ones. I'm just plum not that quick!

Feel Like I Do - Sam Wilson

With This Sin - Tyrone

A Hold On You, Pt 2 - Franklin

Pour Into Me, Pt 2 - Tyrone

Here is a snippet of Feel Like I Do:

The guy in front of you was shouting too loudly, trying to be heard over the music. You blamed the music for not being able to hear him. No matter how loud he spoke, you pointed to your ears and shook your head. He ignored your first two attempts to tell him you weren’t interested. You declined his offers for drinks, telling him your name, and when you explicitly stated, “I’m not interested”. You hated that men thought ‘no’ was an invitation to try harder. You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time. This guy was really bringing your club buzz down. The two shots you took and the cocktail you nursed was starting to evaporate in your blood stream the longer the guy talked. He was cute in a sort of nerdy way, but persistence was not hot when you had already said no. You were here to celebrate your girls’ break up. She had always been a homebody while in the relationship and it was high time to celebrate dropping one hundred eighty pounds of dead weight. Your two friends were out on the dancefloor shaking their booties and throwing their hands in the air. You had to take a break. Your feet were killing you in your heels. “Babe! There you are!” A smooth voice called behind you. Heat pressed into your shoulder as you looked up at a new man. He was delicious with dark, chestnut skin, high cheekbones, and a quick smile. He made no move to touch you, but he looked at you as if he knew you. “I’m sorry I took so long,” he said. He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I know he’s bothering you.” You smiled at him. You also hated that it took being claimed by another man to rescue you, but you’d take the out. “That’s okay, he was keeping me company,” you said and looked at the man. He smiled and bobbed his head awkwardly. “My bad, bro!” He said and scooted off to perv on someone else.

No pressure tags: @just4shyt3z @j0kers-light @saturn-rings-writes

#Megaminds wips #Megaminds tag game #WIP #work in progress #wip game #wip tag game #tumblr tag game

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cottoncandylemonade · 1 year

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Pt.3 of My Aemond Targaryen x Reader Modern Hogwarts College AU

It’s Halloween and Slytherin is hosting the Halloween party after hours and reader keeps bugging Aemond about his costume

“You can’t wear something lame, this is like the coolest muggle holiday we have dude!”

“It’s not going to be lame”

“You know… you could just tell me what you’re gonna wear-“

“I’m not telling you y/n”

“Ughhhhh you’re killing me!”

Cut to the party, reader is trying to look around the party, expecting to see Aemond dressed as some generic ghost or other college guy Halloween fit, when from across the room she sees the most magnificent, godly sight in her existence.

This motherfucker dressed up as fucking Legolas from Lord of the Rings and it is so not okay because he has the pointy little elven ears and his hair looks so good and-

Shit

He’s looking at you

Fuck

He’s walking over to you, and by the grin on his face he definitely saw you staring

“Do you think it’s lame?”

You can barely hear him over the music blaring through the Slytherin common room

“What?”

“You were worried my outfit was going to be lame. Is it?”

He’s looking at you know, in a way that you rarely see, the playful grin on his face a stark contrast to his usual stern expression.

“Mmm… No. You look great- The outfit looks great! I love Lord of the Rings!”

You yell over the music, louder than even the booming noise probably would require in an attempt to maintain your tenuous dignity.

“Remember when I asked Professor Hagrid in one of our practicals if we would get to meet elves, and if they looked like those ones-“

You’re cut off by Aemond’s sudden laughter, and notice that he inches closer towards you (and you’re kind of… digging it?! I mean he looks so cuteeee)

“Yeah I do remember. It was quite funny.”

You gasp loudly, slapping a hand over your mouth dramatically, as Aemond realizes the mistake he’s made and slowly removes the distance rolling his eyes

“Y/n, please don’t-“

“You think I’m funny!! You literally just said it, oh my fuck I can’t believe this!”

As you continue to loudly celebrate this perceived win, Aemond shakes his head at the ridiculousness of this situation he’s found himself in, but he can’t quite seem to shake the grin oof of his face.

That’s all I have for now, but let me know if you’d like a continuation of this series or if you have any specific requests for Aemond x Reader that you would like (I mostly focus on headcannon/more abstract posts like this one)

And also thank you to all the people who have recently followed me and have been liking and commenting under my posts I appreciate you all so much ❤️ ❤️

( I can’t find a great gif of Legolas but you get the gist, just some blonde boys)

#aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #harry potter #house of the dragon aemond #aemond fluff #aemond x reader #hogwarts au #hotd #aemond x fem!reader #prince aemond #aemond imagine #aemond x y/n #aemond fic #aemond x you #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts

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robinreadscomics · 1 year

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godzilla: kingdom of monsters #1-12 (2011-12)

due to me being super into a) kaiju movies & b) comics, it was pretty clear to me that i was gonna need to catch up on idw's godzilla stuff, so i decided to finally kick that into gear. i know most of their output has been (as is fairly typical for idw) in the form of largely self-contained miniseries, but the amount that they've put out so far seemed fairly manageable, so rather than jumping onboard in the middle somewhere, i decided to start from the beginning with kingdom of monsters.

i... kind of wish i hadn't, tbh.

social commentary has been an aspect of the godzilla series since its inception, but i can't say that a single one of its film versions (even the infamous 1998 roland emmerich blunder) has ever handled this aspect of the franchise's identity worse than these comics.

before i even get into what these comics' idea of biting social commentary is, you know how basically every version of godzilla before or since has grappled in some way, shape, or form with the horrors of nuclear warfare? yeah, the way this comic handles it is by having japan literally try to nuke godzilla? and it acts as though they just have nukes, y'know, lying around. as if they were not only not a nuclear-armed country, but a country that is fiercely opposed to the notion of nuclear weapons? so that's... something!

as the comic goes on, it becomes increasingly america-centric, which... yeah, it's not really shocking. and as we've seen in the legendary pictures movies, there's really no reason you can't do that and still have it feel an awful lot like a godzilla story? but that's... not what's happening here. at all.

so, there is basically one human character who has a consistent speaking role in the story, and that's this sneering soldier guy who spends his whole first issue just loudly rolling his eyes about how "lazy & entitled" everyone else in his generation is. he's just a fucking boomer trapped in a millennial's body. sigh.

don't worry, though! he gets plenty of character development! he goes from sneering with contempt at pop culture to sneering with contempt at how desperate people get when supplies start dwindling. see! character development!

the other human characters with more than occasional lines of dialogue are just... extremely clever & subtle caricatures of celebrities & public figures. like, i'm sure a lot of readers had to exert some real effort to figure out who "girly yaya" and the cast of "jerseyified" could possibly be referring to. it's just so subtle & clever!

also, both of the aforementioned characters are killed off, the former with a crass (and very contrived) pun to make light of it, and the latter in one of those ridiculous prepper fantasies about coddled leftists needing a big, strong gun-toting alpha male to save them but him turning his back on them because of all the "disrespect" he's been subjected to. fucking OOF.

the only things i liked about these comics were the occasional gorgeous full-page spreads of kaiju fights. like, the art & layout of a lot of these pages is genuinely pretty fucking fantastic, but there's comparatively so little of it, and so little personality shown by the kaiju themselves, that it just doesn't come close to making up for how genuinely unpleasant the vast majority of the comic is to read.

d-rank

#godzilla #godzilla comics #idw godzilla #idw comics #idw #comic review #reviews #comics #kaiju

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