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cherrbunny · 2 years

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Atom Bomb

Apocalypse Au (Suna x reader)

🤎𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥🤎 Please be mindful of the content you consume

⚠︎︎𝕋ℝ𝕀𝔾𝔾𝔼ℝ 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾⚠︎︎: ❤︎mentions of suicide❤︎

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I wrote this in 2021 or 2020 pretty sure it was winter 2020, but ANYWAYS this is sad I love it and yeah top tier angst if you ask me. I wrote it based off the song 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛． You all think I should make a happy part two?

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: In a post apocalyptic Japan Suna fails to navigate his greif and assumingely ends it all after the love of his life y/n and his family seemingly pass <3

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕕𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪!

𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕤- anything in italics are a flashback

If only things could go back to the way they used to be. Sunny blues skies, chirping birds, and children running in the park. But now the sky has a crimson glow, the sound of chirping replaced by the horroride blood curdling screechs, and little to no signs that humanity existed. Country’s went to war and the U.S nuked Japan, and their stood Suna overlooking it all. Standing at the top of a building ready to throw himself off, wondering how he even got there.

He had lost it all, with only few of his friends surviving. That’s it that’s why he was there, how could he forget something so haunting.

The alarms where going off people were panicking, doomsday was finally here. The loud sounds of bombs falling could be heard all throughout Japan. You sipped the Hennessy in your shot glass, you had invited Suna over but he never picked up the phone. Maybe he was with family, and he was in a sense. Running with his sister in his arms the radiation had reached his city, causing his entire household to become extremely ill. His sister was coughing up blood, her skin getting colder and colder by the second.

Yes he remembers it all so clearly, taking a step closer to the ledge of the roof. His sister was gone. He had to burry her at her favorite park, which was now nothing more than a mass graveyard. Suna couldn’t help but miss the warmth you provided him.

Suna rushed to your house, he needed to get you out of there another bomb was reported to be dropped in your area. And as he reached *insert area* his heart dropped, the radiation was thick here. Low orangey colored clouds hovered above the ground. Suna stepped back, taking off his shirt he poured water all over it before tying it around his nose and mouth.

You sat in your basement listening to music, you knew how today would be your last but you were honestly to drunk to care. To drunk to know if what was coming out your mouth blood or barf, to drunk to tell if the voice calling your name was real or in your head. Looking up you see tear stained Suna who immediately lifted you up.

“No no not you too, please y/n hold on for me please”

You hiccuped as blood ran out your mouth “so here it is… our final night alive”

“Y/n please please please, I’m begging your the only thing I have left”

Night had already arrived though the ruby skies showed no sign of nightfall.

You had kissed him when you died, he hated it. He had failed to save you too. The one thing that kept him going in life, gone. And with that he jumped. They always said your life flashes before your eyes, and for Suna it did.

“Suna Rintarō I… I have a crush on you”

“Hey Suna from now on call me y/n no more last names” -“in that case call me rin”

“Your family is so nice! I’m glade they liked me” -“of course they did it’s you we’re talking about”

“Hey don’t worry if you go overseas for volleyball I’ll still support you it’s your dream”

“Hey rinnie look at this!”

“Can you believe it’s the end of high school already, I’m glad I spent my years with you”

“Let’s move in together, you’ll be traveling a lot and will need a home to come back to ya know”- “Well if my darling want me too why not”

“Riiinnnnn over here!” - “what are you doing here y/n” - “I flew here to cheer you on!” - “pffft of course you did”

“Tell your sister I said hi! And don’t forget sunscreen!”

“Y/n I’m not wearing that” - “please just for cuddles”

All his memories consisted of you the pain on his face faded and was replaced with a smile. Sighing of relief he saw one last memory before he hit the ground.

“Rin don’t cry, It’s you that I’m here with right now and as the world caves in, it’s you who I’ll see on the other side”

♡︎~𝔽𝕚𝕟~♡︎

#haikyuu #fanfic #suna angst #suna x y/n #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro oneshot #haikyū!!#i need sleep #i put too much effort into this #i still dont know how to tag #not smut #as the world caves in #music fans #i need therapy #and mental help #Spotify

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enhypia · 3 years

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HS ; couples

couples answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: lee heeseung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint really hard

words: roughly 1.4k

masterlist ⸺ series masterlist

~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - heeseung speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and heeseung speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hi! i'm (y/n)

hello, my name is heeseung!

and we're together

we're couples!

[you guys were invited here today as couples for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

we are

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

let's go, i can't wait to drink

so you won't be answering the questions?

i mean, it's free alcohol

*hee shakes his head in disbelief

[how long have you been together?]

we actually just had our 3rd anniversary last week

so 3 years now <33

[how did you two meet?]

pffft- *(y/n) laughs

can we just choose pass

shot!

*hee offers the shot glass to (y/n) and both take a shot, laughing after

we're drinking this early on damn

we met through a mutual friend

i was brought as a wingman

i think you can guess how it went

[but how did you guys become a couple?]

we got closer after meeting and i think it was obvious to the both of us that we were interested in each other

yeah but it still took a lot in me to ask you out

he stuttered the first time he asked me on a date

did i?

*(y/n) laughs at the memory

you went "hey, so uh you wa-"

*hee cuts (y/n) off by squishing their cheeks

we don't need a reminder

*(y/n) swats his hand away

but it was cute, don't worry

*(y/n) pats his head making heeseung smile

[okay, how about we officially start the game now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

*(y/n) reads the card and chuckles

[was it love at first sight?]

it wasn't

like i said, i was supposed to be a wingman so in my head, they were already off limits

i don't believe in love at first sight so *(y/n) shrugs

[do you have/did you have doubts with us being together?]

goddamn *(y/n) drinks

*heeseung is wide-eyed

no honey, not like that, i will answer, it's just that i need the alcohol boost

*the shock goes away

i was about to shed tears not gonna lie

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

when i agreed to becoming heeseung's significant others, i had no doubts, i knew what i felt was true and i knew his was too. the doubts were mainly on myself?? like "what if he just wakes and he doesn't love me anymore" but everyday heeseung proves to me that that will never happen

*(y/n) smiles at heeseung

*heeseung looks away trying to hide the smile and blush appearing on his face and he takes a shot refusing to meet (y/n)'s eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[if i become a zombie and had to eat people to survive, would you stick by side?]

heeseung gets scared easily i don't think he will

but if it's you...

*(y/n) raises an eyebrow

wait let me think about this more clearly

see! *(y/n) laughs

*heeseung continues to think

omg just say no!

but it's you !!!

i know it's me but baby we both know you'll run the other way once i start to eat people

...... you still love me right?

yes heeseung, i still love you

*hee :D

okay! next question!

*he picks up a card and laughs

oh i like this one.

[would you date any of my friends?]

*(y/n)'s mouth drops in shock

*(y/n) ultimately decides to play with heeseung

i mean.. *(y/n) reaches for a shot

*the grin on his face disappears

yah!

*(y/n) bursts into giggles and takes a shot

yah~ !!

[would YOU date any of my friends?]

*hee's eyes narrows and takes a shot for revenge

*both laugh at their antics

the answer is no guys, i love his friends but they're pretty much like annoying siblings

sorry (y/n)'s friends, (y/n) is the only one for me

but i'm pretty sure someone who used to be in my circle would jump at the chance

really ?? who ??

*(y/n) gives the look

AH! -

*scene cuts as he says a name

moving on.

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[do you wish i offered to pay for more dates?]

MAN I WISH I COULD PAY MORE ON DATES

i like paying for our dates, but arguing with them is hard

yeah there was one time we spent 10 minutes bickering about who will pay, so we just made an agreement

we take turns per month, like for this month i'm the one paying for all the dates, then on the next month (y/n) will be paying

but everytime it's his month, he always tries to go out a lot, and when it's my month he opts to stay in

hehe

hEHE ??

*heeseung picks up a card and reads the question intently

*he is in deep thought

what is it?

[will you agree to an open relationship?]

ohhh

open relationship is when it's okay if you see other people right?

yup and i don't think i'd agree to it. you?

me as well

sorry im selfish, heeseung is mine, i do not share ;)

*heeseung laughs

yeah, sorry it's not for me, i don't think i can stomach seeing another one hold (y/n) , find your own

*(y/n) raises glasses to cheers and both take a shot

[it's okay not to drink if you answer]

yeah we know

but it's free alcohol

and drinking makes it more fun

*they hi-five

okay! next question,

[if i had to move away for many years, would you wait for me?]

yes.

wow no hesitations

yes i would wait for you

*(y/n) :O

yes

okay we get it

*they laugh

but i will, you're worth waiting for

your patience says otherwise

are you doubting my ability to wait?

do you hear yourself when you're playing?

that's with games, you're not a game, you're not something i play

*(y/n) blushes making heeseung laugh

shut up okay i get it

i also do not actually trust my patience

SEE ?!

*heeseung bursts out laughing

so instead of waiting i'd probably just go to them and/or visit them a lot

or just move in with me

*(y/n) avoids heeseung's stare

is this still related to the question or the present

huh? *(y/n) acts clueless

WAIT-

*camera cut

*we see both of them sporting a blush with big smiles on their face, and the alcohol evidently lessened

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

wah, i don't know what to ask

*he is thinking, everybody shut up

just keep it simple

no i want it to be hard

i can just actually follow the rules and drink instead of answering

*hee pouts

no you won't

*(y/n) :P

okay!

[did you like ... when we first met?]

oh the 'friend'?

yeah

*(y/n) drinks

*heeseung :O

*(y/n) xD

no heeseung, i did not like them, i really just saw them as a friend

ohh ouch sorry buddy

*they share a laugh

oh it's the last one

[question for both: what does loving each other feel like?]

awww that's a cute one, i'll go first

loving heeseung feels like the comfort your favorite songs bring you. it feels like the excitement you get whenever your favorite show releases a new episode. it's the deep sigh in content you release whenever you smell your favorite scent. it's just, loving him feels like everything your favorites make you feel.

*heeseung is not tearing up, definitely not, that's just sweat, he is also 100% not blushing, it's just hot

*he takes a shot and (y/n) laughs at his antics

now how am i supposed to beat that?!

let me be more romantic gosh

respectfully, no.

*both laugh

okay uhh, loving (y/n) feels like riding a rollercoaster. from all the emotions while waiting in line to exiting the ride. loving them is like the feeling of hitting a high note you previously couldn't. it's winning multiple prizes at the arcade. loving (y/n) is like the softness of a sunrise and the absolute wonder in staring at a night sky.

*(y/n) takes a shot not even bothering to hide their blush

why are we so cheesy and poetic when we're intoxicated damn

*heeseung laughs and agrees

forgive us if we're cringey

not our fault you're single

heeseung! :O

*he stays unapologetic

and that's it!

thank you for having us~

bye~

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a/n: sorry this took so long, i caught up with everything i missed in my classes, i'll try to update the series more frequently. i will also be posting timestamps later since it's been days since i last posted. i hope you also like this one!! jay's will be posted next, please look forward to it <33

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #speak or shot #enhypen series #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen fluff #heeseung #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung fluff #lee heeseung fluff #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Brothers Finding Out a Lesser Demon with a Crush is “Moving In” on MC

You know, I like to show the good sides of our boys a lot… But how about the ugly for today? Let's let them just being mean, nasty, possessive little demons, huh?

Full disclaimer: I almost didn’t post this because I received an answer post from @diavolosthots that ended up being distressingly similar to this idea about 3/4th of the way through drafting it. I’m posting it anyway because of the time I’ve already sunk into it but in exchange I will absolutely encourage you to read from @diavolosthots if you aren’t already. They’re a big reason why I’m making content to begin with and I love what they’ve done. Warning: their blog is a LOT less fluffy than mine (they probably wouldn't be into my stuff 😅) and has NSFW content so be prepared for that going in. If that’s not your thing then just give them a pass, cool?

Check out the Masterlist for more!

Warnings: Violence, Bullying, Cyberbullying, Cannibalism(?), Murder, Yandere-ish

This is all for the purposes of fantasy and in no way an endorsement for these behaviors in real life. Be nice (and smart) with your lives, my friends.

Lucifer

Is honestly offended for them.

Don’t they know the caliber of demon MC rubs elbows with every day? Do they honestly think they’d stand a chance? Any one of his brothers would be more deserving than some lesser demon suitor and that even INCLUDES Mammon.

But of course, the real reason they’d stand no chance is because he wants the MC too and he’s not planning on sharing with or losing to someone who isn’t even worthy to be stuck under his boot...

He may lay down some… “discreet” hints for the poor demon to look elsewhere.

Things like advising Diavolo to make some emergency changes to the classes at RAD so they no longer share any class together or watching the demon extra closely for any minute slip up he can flag them for. If he could have them expelled for a dress code violation, he’d do it no sweat.

Okay, "discreet hints…" Flagrant misuses of power… Same difference right?

He may never come right out and say they should leave MC alone (why dignify the guy with such a response?) but if looks could kill then his “competition” would be utterly decimated by now. Especially if he ever catches the two in the same room... Yikes.

Mammon

Oooo buddy, he ain’t happy. He doesn’t even like sharing with his brothers and now some rando wants a piece too?? Nuh-uh. No way.

Takes the more direct approach and just confronts the guy when the MC isn’t around. It's good for the demon that Mammon doesn’t like resorting to violence if he doesn’t have to. Heated words and a threat or two will be exchanged then they can go their separate ways.

That can be the end of it if the guy backs off (as anyone with sense should). But if not…

When he makes a threat, and he’s serious about it, Mammon makes good on them.

He’ll come back to the House one night a little beat up, maybe with a few nicks and scratches. Of course he’ll want the MC to play nurse for him and he’ll be delighted if they accept (even if his tsundere ass won’t say it).

The lesser demon apparently dropped out of RAD the next day. No explanation given. He didn’t even step foot back on the school grounds to do it...

Of course, everyone’s sure there’s no relation between the two. I mean, this is the same Mammon we’re talking about… right...?

Leviathan

It’s a miracle he even found out but now that he knows he’s pissed. He’s not the Avatar of Envy for nothing.

Look, he might be a shut-in and not worth all that much but he’s got to be better than some lesser demon guy! He’s the third born and he has a freaking navy for crying out loud!!

Will likely leave his room for the first time in who knows how long to follow the MC to RAD. Once he’s got a face to the name, that’s all he needs for his hatred to really get going...

He will make this dude’s life a living hell with the best tool a shut-in has, the Internet.

He’ll dedicate a freaking week to digging up dirt on this bozo then start releasing it out to everywhere he frequents. Not a single sock of that dirty laundry is getting left out. All of his most embarrassing secrets are laid bare for the Devildom to see.

He’d cover his tracks, of course, so nothing can be traced back to him. The MC is probably none-the-wiser to who’s spreading all this hot gossip but his brothers know right away.

Once the dude’s social life and pride are in utter ruin, he’ll invite the MC over for a movie marathon to celebrate! He might even get a little more cuddly than usual... His MC is with him and that’s how it ought to be.

Satan

Pffft… That’s cute. Real cute they think they stand a chance. He’d wish them luck but he also kind of wants to stab them so…

On the one hand, he knows he probably shouldn’t waste his time but on the other he just can’t resist the call to absolute devastation that his inner rage is forcing on him...

His new goal is to utterly undermine the new competition in every way, mental and physical, which means he will take every opportunity he can to demonstrate just how much on another level he is.

Gets nitpicky and corrects the guy’s every move. If he says something wrong in class, he’ll berate him for it. Make a social faux pas? Well now the whole school is going to know about it.

Doesn’t stop there, though. He will do everything in his power short of throwing the first punch to try and instigate a fight with the him. He knows that if he technically starts it then the punishment will be on him, but the other way around he can say, “Hey, he’s the one who punched Wrath incarnate. What was he expecting would happen?”

Any resulting fight between the two would be a very one-sided bloodbath. He will not hold back at all and stop when he damn well feels like. The guy will be in whatever the Devildom equivalent to a hospital is for weeks...

If the MC tries to ask him about his behavior, he’ll gaslight them and change the subject. He doesn’t really like indulging in the more violent side of himself in his day-to-day life but some things just can’t be helped, can they?

Asmodeus

Honestly not as bothered as the others are. He knows they stand zero chance, so why worry? It’s bad for the skin.

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to sit back and do nothing. Oh no, a zero chance could always become a one, even five percent chance if you’re not careful.

Asmo’s preferred method of ridding competition is like a mixture of Satan and Levi, but Oh. So. Much. Worse.

Lesser demons can be astonishingly easy to charm without them noticing and he is the best charmer of the family. He’s pretty popular to start with but suddenly he’s talking to almost everyone he comes across until, well, he’s got the whole school listening.

From there it’s child’s play. Suddenly, the demon’s friends won’t talk to them. People stare and whisper about them in the hallways, is what they’re saying true? Doesn’t matter. Asmo could feed them anything and they’d believe it.

He’ll make sure they feel isolated, alone, and hated by everyone they speak to and they won’t even know why. Going to RAD at all will be like walking into a prison. Ideally, they’ll just stop going, and then tada! Competition no more.

Of course, he could just charm the competitor to look elsewhere, but then who’s going to be the example to the others? Nobody needs any more “Zero-Chancers” popping up around the MC, right? You’re welcome, sweetie~! 😘

Beelzebub

He’s trying not to be that guy, he really is… but since the MC is involved… Really? You actually think you got a shot there, buddy?

Probably going to be the brother most likely to try and let the guy down gently at first, but make no mistake he will make sure he knows it’s a lost cause.

If the other demon still insists on being a competitor though… Alright.

MC pretty much goes under his “protection” from that point on. If they’re at RAD at all, Beel is not far behind. Not exactly looking outright intimidating but always just…. there.

But if the dude so much as enters a room with them he’ll be sure to stare him down and mention that he’s hungry a little louder and a lot more often.

To the MC that may just be typical Beel, but everyone else there knows Beel has swallowed lesser demons whole in the past. And for a lot less reason than this...

When Beel gets territorial he can be a subtle about it, but terrifying nonetheless.

Belphegor

Would laugh in their face and give zero shits about it.

Like, even as the weakest sibling he could snap them like a toothpick and that’s not even getting to how they probably know jack all about the MC anyway. What even is this idiot??

Starts pulling some casual “pranks” on the guy to grief him at first. Little things like tripping him up with his tail or taking his things and hiding them in inconvenient places.

The lazy part of him hopes he’ll get the message and back off but that sadistic side really hopes he doesn’t so he’ll never talk to him directly...

When, of course, the dude doesn’t back off because he doesn't know he's supposed to, his pranks start escalating. A textbook in the school pool suddenly becomes an explosive curse put on their backpack. A kind of homicidal passive-aggression, if you will.

By some unholy miracle the guy manages to last a couple days after a barrage of progressively lethal murder attempts pranks, Belphie’s inner laziness and frustration will finally get to him and he’ll cut the passive from his aggression.

Much like with Mammon, everyone finds out that the demon dropped out of school quite suddenly. But he’s also seemed to have gone dark from all his socials and his friends can’t seem to find him anywhere...

Concerns were raised with Lucifer but he doesn’t seem very enthusiastic about starting an investigation... It’s not the first time he’s covered for his brothers after all. 🙄🤷‍♀️

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons

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firefly464 · 4 years

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The Real World - Chapter 8

ok this chapter is slightly shorter, so sorry about that!

Made in collaboration with @i-have-this-now

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The week passed by rather quickly, and without incident. Every day, Tommy would try to talk to Wilbur. And every day, something would happen. He would always walk in on Wilbur talking with someone else, or drawing up some sort of battle plans. Sometimes he would just end up talking himself out of it, mostly out of fear of Wilbur’s reaction. He couldn’t bear the idea of his friend looking at him with disappointment, and maybe even fear. The fact that he was lying only made it ten times worse. With every day he put it off, the harder and harder it became.

Every night, he would sneak out to go and train with George and Dream. His knowledge of sword fighting hadn’t exactly improved much, but it was odd. The repetitive motions of sword fighting felt familiar to him, as if he had done it hundreds of times before. It didn’t make any sense, considering how he had never picked up a sword in his life, but it was definitely there. Perhaps it was muscle memory from the other Tommy? That would make the most sense, but even so, it was strange. Either way, his sword fighting skills were increasing dramatically. He was still nowhere on the same level as George or any of the others, but he could at least last for nearly a minute now in a sparring session. Considering how he had started not even able to stand properly, he saw that as an improvement.

The three of them would trade stories as they trained, each one learning new things about the other world. It was nice, being able to relax and just hang out with friends again like nothing had changed. Of course, the swords broke the illusion slightly, but it was still something that Tommy looked forward to each and every day.

It was the night before Tommy’s deadline passed, and the three of them were out training like normal.

“No way. You’re lying, there's no way that's true.” George’s voice cut through the thoughts in Tommy’s mind as he tried to catch up to what was going on.

“I’m not! I swear it's true!” Dream replied.

“So you’re telling me that I can’t see all the colors?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s complete bullshit. You’re such a liar. I think I would have noticed something like that.”

“I’m serious! Here, look at this.” Dream pulled Tommy over and held up his jacket sleeve to the boy's blonde hair. “How different are these two colors?”

“I dunno, they look pretty similar.”

Tommy couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He had known about George’s colorblindness, but he hadn’t actually considered the fact that he may not even know about it in this world. It made sense, there was no way for him to figure it out. And if he had lived with it his whole life, then he would have never even realized that something was wrong.

“George, these are completely different colors,” Dream said, clearly trying his best to not laugh.

“What? No way, no they aren’t. They look the same!”

“Pffft, I swear that they are completely different colors,” Dream said with a laugh.

“Christ man, I knew your eyes were messed up but I didn’t realize that they were that bad,” Tommy teased, earning an indignant squawk from George.

“My eyes are perfectly fine thank you very much!”

“Yeah, alright Big G, whatever you say.” The three of them talked like that for a while, late into the night. Tommy wasn’t sure what time it was when he finally left, but he had walked back to his little shack with a smile.

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Tommy stood at the entrance to the underground bunker for what felt like the hundredth time that week. God, he hated walking through the damn tunnel. It was small and cramped, not to mention just downright creepy. The memory of the piercing bell only made it ten times worse. Every time he stepped foot inside the small tunnel, he was terrified that it was going to ring out again, leaving him shaking, scared, and alone on the rocky ground. He had already chickened out from talking to Wilbur several times that week, just out of pure hatred of the tunnel.

Now though, he didn’t really have an option. George’s deadline had passed the day before, and now his only hope was to get to Wilbur before George did. Tommy wanted Wilbur to hear the story from him, not from someone else. If George was the one to tell him, then he would likely jump to conclusions. Conclusions that George simply didn’t have the ability to explain away. No. Tommy needed to be the one to tell Wilbur. It was only right.

With a trembling breath, he stepped into the long, dark corridor. The silence surrounded instantly, suffocating him, drowning him. He shook his head desperately. He wasn’t going to let something like a stupid tunnel stop him. His fingers began to dance across the hilt of his sword, creating a slight pinging sound. It wasn’t much, but the soft noise helped to fill the all consuming silence. It was ok, he was going to be ok. The sound of his footfalls against the stone helped to comfort him as well. As long as he kept moving, the sound would continue. Just as long as he kept moving, he would be ok.

He was about three quarters of the way to the bunker when he first heard the muffled sounds of voices. It was the sound of arguing, of shouting. Wilbur’s voice drifted through the tunnel towards him, echoing throughout the small space. “What?! Then where the fuck is Tommy?!” he cried out, his voice filled with desperation and fear.

George's reply was faint, too far away to hear, but Tommy had a decent guess of what he had said. He didn’t know. No one knew. The other Tommy had disappeared and no one knew what had happened. For all they knew, he could have died. Fuck… that was probably what Wilbur was thinking as well. He needed to get in there, to explain himself.

“That doesn’t- how the fuck do I know you’re not lying?!” Wilbur shouted. Tommy ran towards the sound of voices, desperate for a chance to explain himself. He needed to tell Wilbur the whole story, from his point of view.

As he burst into the small bunker, he couldn’t help but look around in awe. What had once been a small, three by three room was now a multi-room underground house. Only the main room was surrounded by obsidian, but the other rooms had small doorways that could easily be blocked off and covered if needed. Tommy had to admit, it was an impressive sight to behold. At the center of the main room sat a table covered in different maps and plans. Bookshelves lined the walls, all filled to the brim with different books. It was the type of area that should have felt cold and empty, but was somehow filled with a lively warmth.

At the center of it all, standing over the table, were his friends. Wilbur towered over George, staring at him pleadingly. “Where the fuck is he? How did you even know any of this?!”

“Wilbur! Will, I can explain,” Tommy said, putting his hands in the air to show he meant no harm.

Wilbur crossed over to the entrance in three strides and placed his hands on Tommy’s shoulders. His eyes burned with anger and pain, but there was an undertone of regret as well. Perhaps regret that he couldn’t do anything? Or regret that he hadn’t noticed sooner? Tommy didn’t know. “Where is he?! What the fuck did you do to him?!” He shouted, shaking the younger teenager as he interrogated him.

“I-I don’t know! I didn’t do anything, I swear! Just give me a chance to explain, please!” Tommy pleaded, trying to get his friend to see reason.

“Bullshit! I fucking knew something was up with you, but I didn’t think that it was something like this! Who the fuck even are you anyways?!” “I’m still Tommy! Just give me a chance to fucking explain myself!” he cried, pushing Wilbur away. “Trust me, I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here. I just want to go home”

“I don’t give a fuck about what you want. All I care about is the fact that you’ve possessed the body of my right hand man, and apparently you’ve been plotting with the men of the DreamSMP,” Wilbur snarled.

“What…? Wha- no, I didn’t! I had no say over any of this! I was living my normal life when suddenly I was here! I’ve been trying to figure out a way to go home ever since!”

“Oh really? And when did that happen? How long have you been ‘trapped’ here?” he asked, making air quotes with his fingers.

“I dunno, two weeks maybe? I-It happened during the duel with Dream…”

“Right. Two weeks that you could have come and talked to me. Two weeks that you could have come and asked for help, or just told me what was going on. Instead, you sneak out in the middle of the night to talk with Dream. God, you’re just as bad as Eret.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “How did you…?” “I fucking saw you! Did you really think I was going to let you go out in the middle of the night without backup?! No, of course not!” “So you followed me?!” “Yeah! I needed to make sure that you weren’t going to go and do something stupid! Low and behold, you went directly to talk with Dream of all people. The only reason I didn’t confront you was because I knew I needed to trust my right hand man. But apparently he’s gone! He’s fucking gone and I had no clue!” His voice broke on the last sentence as tears started to form in his eyes. Hastily, he wiped them away.

“What the hell was I supposed to say? ‘Oh hi Wilbur, by the way I’m a Tommy from a different dimension where all of this is just a fun video game. Oh also the man that tried to kill all of you is the only person who I can actually talk to about this because he’s going through it too,’” Tommy scoffed. “Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds?! You would have said I was insane and then called it a day. I wouldn’t even have had a chance to fucking talk.”

“You could have at least tried! If you really are just a different Tommy, than why the hell did you not trust me enough to talk to me? I would have listened!” “Because you were at war! You were in the middle of a fucking war and there was just never a good time. Believe me, I thought about it, but you just always seemed so stressed out and I couldn’t find it in myself to add more to the pile.”

“But you still should have tried.” Wilbur turned his back to the boy and walked over to the tables. “Who else knows.”

“Uh, Tubbo thinks I have slight amnesia, but other than that, it's just George. Dream knows since he’s in the same boat as me, but that's besides the point.”

He nodded gravely. “Right. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go out there and tell Tubbo that his best friend may be dead because of you, and then I want you gone. I want you out of my sight. Until you can tell me exactly what happened to the real Tommy, I want you out of these walls. Understood?”

Tommy could feel his heart shatter. No, this couldn’t be happening. He had just started to get used to the supportive family that L’Manberg provided, and now it was being taken away. Even worse than that, he needed to go face Tubbo… He wasn’t sure how his friend would react, but it likely wasn’t going to be good. Still, this was what he deserved, wasn’t it? He had technically caused the disappearance of this world's Tommy, even if he didn’t do anything on purpose. The other boy was still gone because of him. “Of course… Yes sir,” He said solemnly.

“Good. George, I want to thank you for bringing this to my attention. I may not consider you an ally, but you have gained my respect.”

“Thank you Wilbur. I felt that you had the right to know. Come on Tommy, let's go,” George said, as he walked past Tommy and into the dark tunnel once more. Tommy spared one last glance behind him before he followed George, trying to get one last look at his friend. All he could see was a tall, hunched over figure. As the two of them walked towards the daylight, the boy swore he could hear the distant sobs of a heartbroken man.

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chat-noir-always-here · 3 years

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I Rewatch Miraculous—Timebreaker

Three long posts and one Miraculous edit later i return to making posts like these as a way to vent my carefully contained depression, the result of drawn out isolation caused by two of my roommates getting positive Covid-19 test results.

Oh yes, and this post includes screenshots from the eng sub/french dub episodes, subbed and translated by the good people at Miraculous subs on tumblr.

Anyway, GO!

The number of times i mistake this episode for Timetagger due to their names alone. Also both of the episodes focused on Alix’s watch and its importance involve some form of time travel.

Marinette’s parents are celebrating their twentieth anniversary during their only child’s thirteenth year. Meaning they waited seven years to have a baby after getting married. That's quite a wait—were they busy getting their bakery set up?

Still mad the “Alix’s dad is hawk moth and Gabriel is just a red herring” theory was canonically debunked. It’s just so OBVIOUS that hawk moth is Gabriel you figure it out on the first episode. That’s like if Snape really were the one after the sorcerers/philosophers stone.

Don't knock family heirlooms, Alix! At least a pocket watch is somewhat practical even in our modern age. My family heirloom is a hideous glass pig cookie jar. Its in actual pieces and my mom wont let me throw it out because its a “family heirloom.” You mean to tell me i have to pass this hideous thing down to my kids? Nah. Im not doing that. My big brother is the eldest he cant take care of it 😏😏😏

So do you want to deliver the banner because you promised your friends? Or because you want to see Adrien Either way it’s not a good idea to leave your house when your parents are placing their trust in you to help them with a job.

Yeaaaaaaah.... i hate to disagree Adrien, but that banner really isn't that impressive.

Really Mari’s designs aren't that great in my opinion. Of everything she’s made i really only like the feather hat

the dress from the Miraculous Awakening spoilers

and her parents’ bakery logo.

Oh and her little handbag. She mentioned in one of the webisodes she made it herself.

What exactly has kim made you kiddos do?

“Gotta be careful! Even if you are amazing. At holding things! In your hands!” Marinette, there are some comments that should be placed on the back burner for now and saved for your wedding night. Once again the english dub has made it possible for me to crack yet another suggestive joke. For the record, in the French version she just says he’s “--ly reliable! Amazingly reliable!”

“Adrikins!!! Watcha got there? Some super old case or something?” Im sorry, Chloe, but are you implying you dont know where Adrien got that when you literally watched Alix give that to Alya?

Adrien’s disgusted face when Chloe insults Alix. I love this boy.

Didn’t Marinette state during Queen Wasp that a Miraculous is practically indestructible to the point that Chat Noir had to break Chloe’s with his cataclysm? And yet Alix just broke it by... skating over it.

Then it was broken a second time by someone... dropping it...

im gonna go out on a limb here and say they just randomly decided to make Alix’s watch a miraculous later on for the sake of having a couple more time travel episodes.

And Nadja is early. Of course she is! THAT WAS ALWAYS A POSSIBILITY MARINETTE!

Adrien being a good boy and telling everyone to run🥰🥰🥰

Rose did you not just see Timebreaker freeze Kim? Don’t grab her hand.

Timebreaker’s superpower is to convert human life force into minutes, and how many minutes she has is how many she gets to go back in time. There's also a gauge on her skates so the amount of time she can go back is preordained. A regular human life doesn’t earn her much but she sucks up a whole six minutes from Chat Noir, who is empowered with one of the strongest Miraculous in existence.Timebreaker’s power is actually kind of cool. Too bad she literally looks like a fly and that just kinda grosses me out.

This moment here

He went from “Oh shit!!!” to “Yeah I’m feeeeeline~” in like 0.2 seconds pffft

The minute I started falling HARD for the love square.

Chat Noir right after Timebreaker pulls her hand away

And how he appears literally thirty milliseconds later

Which is why she puts her arms around him.

Because she can feel how fast he’s fading.

Timebreaker: openly mocks CN’s death.

Cue the Kill Bill music

Meanwhile in LB’s head:

Me too! I WANT TO END HAWKMOTH TOO.

Timebreaker: tries to touch Chat Noir, who just died for Ladybug—not for the last time

LB:

“Who are you?!” Mari you know how fucking screwed you be if that were not Future You but another akuma victim??? Like they could easily take you out and then where would we be?

“How do i get myself into these crazy situations?” You are a superhero at war with a psychopath. That’s how.

“Two ladybugs? I’m in Heaven!” Ahem what exactly goes on in this fictional heaven of yours, kitty??? (he’s a fourteen year old boy and he’s not half as innocent as everyone believes him to be. Why am i even asking?)

This isn’t Full House. There's no need to include an IMPORTANT LIFE LESSON at the end of every episode

What is it about this scene that is so unsettling? It’s like... they’re trying to imply Tom knows Mari is ladybug or something even though that’s clearly not true at this point.

And there you have it! One of ny fave episodes from s1 and its mostly time travel hijinks—something i developed a strong hatred of in Kingdom Hearts has been somewhat redeemed in Miraculous. Who woulda thought it?

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papipopsicle · 3 years

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GHOSTBUSTERS

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: In which Y/N keeps bumping into various Avengers on missions, sometimes to their benefit and others not so much. As Bucky finally decides to go back into the field, he comes face to face with a ghost from his past life.

Song: Death Valley by Fall Out Boy

Warnings: swearing, general lack of morals

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"You sure about this, Buck?" Steve asked, willing his reassuring nature onto the stoic man sat next to him. They were eight minutes from the drop sight in south Ecuador and only Gamora was joining them on the mission.

There was no way in hell he planned on backing out now.

James Buchanan Barnes no longer held the mantle of the Winter Soldier, but ever since Shuri, Princess of Wakanda, extracted the programming in his brain, he remembered everything. At first it was like puzzle pieces, fleeting memories and nightmares that he couldn't quite put together. But the last fifty years slowly found its way back. And the twenty before that of torture too.

Every bullet.

Every last breath.

Every tortured soul he killed for Hydra. And the lives he was forced to steal, forced to work along side with.

Wanda found out rather quickly his mind wasn't a happy place to venture into. She cried herself to sleep that night.

It took a long time for Bucky to realise his body was no longer a weapon, and longer to even begin trusting his prosthetic limb off the battlefield.

This was only a minimal risk mission; a group of young inhumans had been wreaking havoc for the past few weeks, Friday had been tracking them and noticed they were meeting a large arms dealer in Amazula tonight. Fairly simple. The enhanced individuals would be handed over to Agent Johnson's task-force while any weaponry will be confiscated by the CIA under Tony Stark's surveillance. All the trio had to do was detain the inhumans. Easy.

"Sure," Bucky responded slowly and shrugged his shoulders, "about time I got off my ass, right?"

"You can wait here if you don't feel up to it." The Zehoberei woman replied while picking at her nailbeds, voice dripping with sarcastic sympathy. Admittedly, she enjoyed the presence of these two no nonsense men, but their friendship made them worry too much and she didn't have the patience for it.

Gamora released the hangar door and without waiting for the super soldiers to respond, she jumped. Steve rushed to the edge and rolled his eyes as she landed perfectly a hundred feet below them. Once the quinjet had actually landed, the three stealthily made it to the warehouse unnoticed.

"Eyes on the kids, all five are headed down the north corridor." Bucky stated plainly over the communication device hidden in his right ear, still unable to comprehend how a pair of goggles allowed him to see through steel walls. He stayed crouched down low in the overhead railings, his large figure hidden with ease from any surveillance equipment.

Only a few seconds could passed before his ears were assaulted by a string of curse words from the alien woman, even more surprised that Steve hadn't reprimanded her for the foul language.

"Gamora?" The Captain questioned, launching out of his position in pursuit of his endangered teammate. When he arrived though, the scene before him made his eyes hurt from rolling them so hard, a simple "Not you again." fumbling from his lips.

Bucky calmed at the annoyed tone, having scrambled out of his hiding space with surprisingly the same amount of stealth. His heart was erratic, thinking it was a code red, but his steps slowed to a jog as soon as he registered they weren't in any kind of peril.

Y/N grinned up at the man in his usual navy stealth suit, watching his irritated expression tauntingly, "You missed me really, Rogers."

She'd arrived after Gamora, finding the kids tied to a post by the green woman with illuminated ropes. The mercenary began undoing their bounds, but was soon interrupted by their capturer and eliminated the threat with great skill.

Y/N stabbed Gamora in her thigh, her copper dagger dripping with blood as she twirled it between her fingertips.

Bucky rounded the corner and entered the open warehouse, finding his friend jogging over to the scene several feet ahead. Steve began assessing Gamora's wound and was quickly shoved off by the warrior, who simply stood and wiped her leg down as if it was dust and not blood.

Bucky stood frozen. It felt all too surreal - the flicker of orange hair, the bright teal suit which was anything but stealthy, and the familiar scarred tissue surrounding her magnificent hazel eyes. She was anything but a ghost, though he felt a soul step through his being.

"Buck? A little help?" Steve pushed, watching his friend move towards the group of teens without taking his eyes off of the annoying mercenary. He'd met her on numerous missions throughout the past couple of years, mostly getting in the way of things and a handful of times even aiding them.

"Buck?" Y/N mocked in the Captains authoritative tone, "What kind of name is that? What's it short for? Buckbert?"

Bucky blinked, forgetting all about the young inhumans, "Buchanan, actually."

"James? What in the fuck are you doing here?!" Y/N recognised his voice instantly, the gravelly pitch unrivalled by anyone else on this planet. She stopped fiddling with the electrified rope and spun on her heel, finding the first Winter Soldier mere meters from where she stood.

The mercenary slid her blade back into its sheath on her hip, sprinting over to her former partner and before anyone knew what was happening, her body enveloped his. Y/N squeezed him so tightly he thought is eyes may just bug out, but with Steve and Gamora's astonished expressions watching him, he returned the embrace. It was familiar, and Bucky didn't know whether that should be a good thing or a bad one.

"I'm sorry, actually I'm not. Care to explain how you know the asshole who just put a hole in my leg?" The Zehoberei woman seethed, checking the detainees were still detained before marching over to the pair.

"Yeah, not that this reunion isn't..." Steve trailed off, motioning towards the two still embracing. Bucky eye rolled his friend, letting the mercenary drop from his body but keeping his arm around her, "whatever it is, but why is it a reunion in the first place? Please don't tell me you two used to-"

"Fuck?" Y/N scoffs at the insinuation, knowing she'd hit the nail on its head when Captain America turned the same colour as his shield, "In his dreams, maybe."

"Y/N used to work for Hydra every now and again." The super soldier intervened, watching her wounded eye twitch from the corner of his vision, "Even when she wasn't, she'd follow my missions and find work in the same countries."

"Until I stepped in one day when his handler was being especially dickish and got myself this as a memento." She signalled to her paled scar with a sad smile, "I'd lost you for a while there, but it's good to have you back, James."

Steve couldn't believe how casual their conversation was, but instead of finding the answers he so desperately wanted, he had a role to play, "Is she going to be an issue?" Is all he could ask.

Y/N frowned at his no nonsense attitude, he usually threw a couple sarcastic remarks for her to bat back before getting on track with his mission. She looked up at Bucky with the same expression, arms crossed and eyes rolling as she begrudgingly shook her head. If it wasn't for her old acquaintance, the mercenary would've figured out a small way to annoy America's golden boy.

"Not this time, at least." The metal armed man reassured his childhood friend, who was getting the group of inhumans ready for the inhibitor pod on the quinjet. Gamora was busy glaring Y/N down, throwing her own blade up into the air a few times before charging at the human woman with no fear.

"What the-" Y/N screamed as the alien's dagger became the only thing her eyes could see, and without any other option, she climbed Bucky like a tree. Her torso hugging his face and her legs wrapped around his neck, "I'm sorry, pretty green lady!"

The super soldier, slightly unsure of what was happening, unarmed his teammate and shook Y/N off his shoulders. She fell to the grass with a small thud, quickly getting to her feet and backing away from the seething warrior.

"Let me stab her, it's only fair!" Gamora demanded, struggling in Bucky's vibranium grip. At this point, Steve had already transported the enhanced teens onto the quinjet and had come back to inspect and take inventory of the weaponry, only to find this scene playing out in front of him.

"I said I'm sorry!" She definitely wasn't, and although she didn't know the green woman, she knew it wouldn't end well if her apathy shone through. While Bucky held her back, Y/N knew this was her chance to dip out. After all, she was only here as a favour for a friend, it certainly wasn't worth getting injured over. But, against all better judgement and knowledge of stabby people, the mercenary decided to stay for a while longer.

"See, she's apologised, she didn't mean it." Bucky reasoned, pleading eyebrows raised at Gamora. His body didn't know whether to go into shock or revert to the way it used to react around Y/N, and got stuck between the two. He remembered so much of her; her squeaky laugh and scrunched nose at her own sardonic jokes, the dark chestnut hair lying under her luminous wig, her soft lips kissing his at the end of a mission. It came rushing back like blood to a sleepy limb.

"Alright, alright." Steve interjected, not wanting to escalate the situation, "Let's not forget why we're here." He eyed the merc specifically.

"Pffft," She batted her hand towards him passively, no longer in imminent danger as the green woman stood with her arms crossed, "you can have this one, Golden Boy. Something else has taken my interest."

Y/N made a mental note to buy Wade something to apologise for not getting the guns and ammunition he wanted. He wouldn't really care, probably moved onto some other enemy already. Steve began closing the crates of various weaponry, not caring for the young merc until he heard her voice ring, "Mind if I hitch a ride with you guys, if you're heading back to New York."

"Sure." Bucky insisted.

"We aren't-." Steve objected, glaring over at his best friend before amending his words, "Fine. Just don't mess with anything."

Gamora found the woman intriguing, so laid back yet clearly on a dark path. If they'd met under different circumstances, she would've welcomed another strong and calculating female into her life suffocated by testosterone. But the Zehoberei warrior's leg still seeped with blood, aching with each step, so she wasn't ready to give in so quickly.

They all made the walk back onto the quinjet fairly quickly, passing by the white pod which inhibited each of their powers without causing them any harm. Y/N had never been on such a technical aircraft before, amazed by all the lights and buttons. But Steve swatted her hand away before she could find out what they did, "Sit down and stay out of trouble."

"So, you been doing okay, James? Back in the real world, I mean." Y/N slumped down on the seat next to Bucky's frame. She unhooked her tactical belt and slid off the bright ginger wig, slinging it on the metal cabinet beside her.

Bucky eyed her up, finding her raised scarred brow oddly endearing, "Not at first, a lots changed since the forties." He nudged her shoulder as a sad look appeared on her face, "I'm alive though, been going to therapy. This is my first field mission, actually."

"Looks like my bad timing's paid off this time, then." Y/N looked up at him sincerely, finding familiar icy eyes staring into her own. He had changed so much, and not at all in the same breath. She'd never seen a smile on his lips before, usually covered by a mask during missions, yet it suited him so beautifully. He'd brushed his shoulder length hair behind his ear, watching his jaw clench and relax.

They chatted back and fourth about the past few years, no boundaries or judgements held in the space between them. Y/N actually did research about a customers background before accepting their offer, targeting her homicidal rage towards sex traffickers whenever she got the chance. She still held no permanent home, currently residing in an abandoned apartment a dozen blocks away. The super soldier offered that she could stay with him if she ever wanted, used to her company and lax attitude.

"Thanks James, I'll keep that in mind." She hopped down from the hangar's opening, marvelling at the acres of land surrounding the Avengers facility. Steve and Gamora had left a while ago, briefing Agent Johnson on the inhumans. So it was just the two of them, a warm wind flowing through their hair. Y/N stepped behind him, tying his hair half up in a pony tail to stop it from getting in his eyes.

"Thanks, Y/N/N." He beamed down at her, "It's been good having you around again, hopefully it doesn't take a bunch of rebel inhumans for us to see each other again."

"It better not." She smirked, a fuzzy feeling sitting in her stomach as her nickname left his lips like a melody, "Now since this little mission was a success on your part, I feel it's only fair we honour our tradition. Especially since it's been your first in a long time."

Bucky didn't even want to waste time responding with words, his cool metal hand finding it's way to her neck pulling her closer. Their eyes both fluttered shut, Y/N pulled herself up onto her tiptoes just as he leant down enough to bridge the gap. Her body shuddered all over as she felt him return the kiss and his free hand grip her waist ever so tightly.

Bucky broke away first, noticing the lust blown look in his little mercenary’s eyes as she blinked innocently up at him. After a beat, she hid her head in his chest, only for him to kiss the top of her head. “Don’t be a stranger, Y/N/N.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Y/N giggled, pulling away just enough to look up at the tall super soldier, “I can honestly say it would be my pleasure to fuck with Tony Stark and his band of merry men.”

“Invite me on your next job so we can do that again.”

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 17 - prt1

Keeping up with the tradition, they all wound up back at Lance’s house. Keith and Pidge were bonding with Blue, his cat a ho when it came to pats... on her terms of course. Keith seemed mystified over what to do when a cat sat in your lap. Blue was a traitor, bunting up into Keith’s chin because she was a traitorous whore with no taste. In the kitchen with Hunk, Lance nursed a mug of warm wine mixed with blood, as Hunk baked. He couldn’t stop himself. He needed to unwind and Lance was happy to provide his kitchen for that

“Did you really break your phone, man?”

Lance looked over the rim of his mug

“Yep. Dropped it on my bedroom floor. It shattered on the spot”

“You said we’d talk... I’m feeling kind of left out man”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel left out”

“Ever since Keith came along, you’ve been acting weird. I know sometimes Pidge can be full on, but I thought we were tight”

“We are tight”

“Then what haven’t you been telling me? I’ve told you things I wouldn’t think of telling Pidge”

Lance felt as if Keith had gotten his wish and staked him through the heart

“It’s not like that...”

“Then what is it like?”

The vampire didn’t have a whole lot of options. He could confess he was a vampire and give Hunk a heart attack. He could keep lying, which was clearly hurting Hunk. He could claim Keith was threatening him, but then Pidge and Hunk would want to take things into their own hands... Fuck... He didn’t want to hurt Hunk. Lying really did hurt. His friends were so special to him that he hated having to distance himself... semi lies were as bad as the real thing

“Okay... okay... the truth is I’m not really over being sick. I’m still feeling sick most of the time and I’m not used to having company all the time. I didn’t want to tell you because you worry about me so damn much. I’ll recover, good as new, but I’m supposed to have spent this last week resting up as much as possible. I can’t help myself, I love hanging out with you and Pidge, so when you invite me I can’t say no. I pushed myself a little too hard to fast, but I promise I’m working on getting better”

Hunk’s eyes immediately welled with tears

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because all I need is to catch on some sleep. You and Pidge are my best friends. I want to make as many memories with you as I can. I also had a call that wasn’t great, so that’s been on my mind too”

“A call?”

“A work call. The woman was strung out of her mind, I had to call in a welfare check on her. It’s been exhausting, but nothing a few good nights sleep won’t cure”

“Man... I wish you’d told me. We could have gone back home...”

“It’s okay”

“It’s not okay. If you’re sick, you need to be resting. I’ll tell Pidge while you get ready for bed”

“Dude, I’m okay”

“Please, stop being stubborn! Pidge and I both know you’ve never been really well. You’re always so pale. But you never tell us anything. We’re your friends, we want you to rely on us”

He’d been told that by Hunk before, playing it off as a low immune had bought him about a years worth of silence on the matter

“I do. I love you guys like family. That’s why... that’s why it’s so hard. We’ll watch what Pidge filmed, then head to bed”

“Absolutely not. I’ll have dad come pick us up. Keith can crash at mine for the night”

“You don’t need to do that”

“I don’t need to, but I want to. Let me help”

Passing Keith off was a terrible idea. Keith didn’t mix well with others. If he snapped anything was likely to come out... but what Lance wouldn’t give for a night without having to worry about waking Keith

“His brother Shiro should be swinging around tomorrow to pick him up. It’ll be fine, it’s only one more night. Plus, if we don’t watch the film now we won’t be able to watch it all together as a group”

Sure, most of Keith’s face was hidden behind the mask but Lance could tell all his expressions from the way his muscles moved. His brain told him that at any rate. His imagination must have been filling in the blanks automatically based on what he knew of Keith’s personality

“You need rest”

“I’ll be resting on my chair. Nothing strenuous happening, other than being in trouble with Pidge for talking. We’ll watch the video, pick out what to keep and what to edit, then I’ll go straight up to bed”

Hunk sighed, picking up the closest tea towel off the kitchen bench as he did

“You better. I’ll still have dad pick us up. And you need to answer your phone”

“I only have my work phone and the home phone”

“Exactly. Two other ways of calling”

“I can’t promise I’ll hear them, but if I see you’ve called, I’ll call back. Deal?”

Holding his hand out, Hunk took it, his handshake firm

“Deal. Don’t go around worrying me like that, man. I’m still recovering from tonight. Did you see that grey stuff?”

“It was the light off the camera. From having the viewfinder open and in night mode. That’s my bet. That combined with dust. Anyway, anything haunting that place would have made themselves scarce thanks to Pidge. I wouldn’t want to be a ghost and on the wrong side of her”

“I thought she was literally going to blow steam from her ears. She was so cranky”

“Especially when Keith tripped. I thought she was going to go turn him into a ghost on the spot”

Lance snorted as he smiled. Keith would be the dopiest ghost. He’d probably actually turn into one, but go around thinking he was human

“So did I. Our little gremlin is viscous. How long do the cookies need?”

“10 minutes. Go on ahead, I’ll be in soon”

“Alright, buddy. Don’t forget to use the dishwasher instead of doing the dishes by hand. Tonight was hard on you too. You deserve to kick back and relax”

“Yep, will do”

Pidge had Lance’s laptop on her lap when Lance headed into the living room

“Pidge! You’re not supposed to be on there!”

Pidge jumped at being sprung in the act

“I was ordering you a new phone. What kind of idiot doesn’t use a lifeproof case?”

“Me when they’re not very lifeproof. You know there’s sensitive files on there”

“Relax. All I did was open the browser. I don’t want to know about your cases”

“That’s beside the point. How you feel if you were one of them. And, it’s not like I can’t buy a new phone from the post office”

“You can, but I’m picking out a good one”

“Nope. No. I just need a cheap one where I can message you guys, take photos of Blue, and watch cat videos”

“Pffft. No. Trust me, you need to embrace the future, no more living in the past. Now, what colour do you want?”

“I don’t care about colour”

“You’re hopeless! Here’s one for $1500”

“Absolutely no way. I can’t justify spending that much on a phone. No. I’m fine with a $120 cheapie”

“You’re not fine and those things are an insult to technology. Help me out Keith”

Keith’s expression said he was in for trouble. Keith would do anything to mess with his life further, including taking revenge by making Lance pay out an unreasonable amount of money. Give it enough time and everything flashy would become standard for much cheaper

“I don’t know if he’s allowed something, or if he’d just wind up breaking it”

“Damn! Nice one. Okay, I’m ordering your phone now...”

“Pidge!”

“... and it’s done. You can thank me later with a shitload of photos of Blue. She’s such a diva. You should make her her own socials”

Lance didn’t love socials. He didn’t love the fakeness. He wished people could see and love the things in them that they might hate because society had made them feel like shit. He only had socials because of Pidge and his Mami. Most of what he posted was of Blue and her perfect little toe beans... with the occasional, less than lady like, tongue blep as she glared at him. He wasn’t putting pressure on Blue to be perfect for an audience

“Seriously?”

“Yep. A new case is coming too. This one should be Lance proof. Do we need to think about putting child safety devices in place?”

“I don’t know, Pidgeon. Do I need to think about digging a shallow grave when I see the price?”

“Maybe... is it for me, or for you?”

“I don’t know yet”

“Then I don’t know either. Hurry up and sit down already, you can have your precious laptop back. I don’t see why you need the desktop set up and a laptop. Both are practically antiques”

“You did both builds last year”

Pidge moaned

“Exactly, antiques. A painful reminder of my youth”

“Keith, do me a favour and punch Pidge in the arm for me. She’s being an idiot”

Keith ignored him, scratching the base of Blue’s back where it met her tail, Blue purring. Everybody in the room sucked. If it worked and did what it was meant to, Lance was fine with it not being the latest and greatest

“Ha! He knows better than to hit me”

“Yeah, because he’s as scared of you as the rest of us”

Pitch ditched a cushion in his direction, that missed him completely

“Rude”

“Merp”

Keith simply snorted at the both of them, Blue was taking up too much of the hunter’s attention. Still, he was going to be the bigger man, no wet food for Blue until she came back and loved him again.

The next week of Lance’s life passed slowly. Very fucking slowly in parts. His thirst wasn’t getting better, Keith wanted to fight every day, he didn’t have the energy to keep up with his work, feeling like he was letting all his clients down. Something in his gut was trying to tell him something, and Lance wasn’t sure what it was. He hadn’t heard from Shiro. Keith’s answer to that problem was that Shiro would come back when it was safe. But “safe for who?” was a totally different question. Lance had found that gradually he was getting used to Keith’s presence. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like this kind of uneasy peace. Keith grudgingly ate Lance’s cooking. The idiot had burned toast... in the toaster. It didn’t take a degree to be able to put two pieces in and pull down the lever, but somehow he’d done it. He’d set off the fire alarms, waking Lance, who immediately went into panic mode. Smacking his arm on the wall, he’d burst the blood blister building beneath his skin, smearing blood on the wall, as he swore. Rushing into the kitchen, the toaster was on fire, Lance ripping the cord out the all and dumping the lot in the sink.

Swapping the washing from the machine to the dryer, Lance closed his eyes and counted to 10 before opening them again. He could hear Keith shuffling around in the kitchen. He could hear his phone vibrating on the bench. The way his coffee machine slowly came to life told him he had all of 5 minutes before Keith would be all up in his face demanding that they fight. He could be in the middle of vacuuming and Keith would still pop up and demand to fight. He seemed to be working out a style for himself and organising his thoughts as he did. He still hadn’t decided on Keith, but he had to give him some credit. He kept trying and he kept getting back up... He was still to get an actual blow in that Lance hadn’t allowed. Maybe he was sick from Keith continually beating him up? And maybe he was kind of enjoying things more than he let himself believe. Or maybe his defences were lower than normal thanks to still being sick.

“Lance! Message!”

So Keith was his answering service now? Where was that in the terms and agreements of having his house hijacked?

“I know! I heard! Some dick didn’t bring all his washing out!”

“That’d be you!”

Like fuck it was. His lapses didn’t count when it was his house and he was going through stuff. Watching Keith try to wash and live in two sets of clothes was painful, so now he had three sets, plus underwear and socks of his own. He had a whole damn drawer in the spare bedroom, the Hunter basically moved in

“Fuck off!”

So much for his calming breath.

Heading into the kitchen, Keith had coffee made for the both of them. Yeah, Lance would have preferred tea but Keith seemed adamant on conquering the coffee machine

“Who was the call from?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t check it”

Lance raised an eyebrow

“I thought that was your thing, snooping on people’s calls?”

“Very funny old man. You look worse than you did yesterday”

“Isn’t that good for you?”

“No. I can’t learn anything if you’re half dead”

“If only I’d known that all along. I would have been off the hook long ago”

“Ha ha fucking ha”

“Shut up drink and your coffee”

Snatching his phone up, Lance’s chest went tight, his stomach dropped and his knees nearly went with it

“What’s wrong?”

Opening the message recorded, Lance held it to his ear as his hands shook

“Hi, Lance, it’s Sally here. Your grandmother’s taken a bit of a fall. She was awake when we found her, but we’ve transferred her to Platt General hospital. I’m sorry to drop this on you. If you want to give them a call, they might have more information for you...”

Lance’s phone slipped from his hand, Keith catching it before he could break another one

“Lance?”

“I’ve got to go”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t concern you... fuck...”

He was getting teary. His Mami wasn’t as strong as she’d once been

“Hey...”

Brushing Keith off, Lance started scrambling to get ready, his head already dreaming up worst case scenarios. Had his Mami fallen or had it been something more? Had something happened? Was she not telling him something?

Racing out the front door, he made straight for his car. The key didn’t seem to want to go into the ignition, Lance screaming at it in frustration

“Move over, I’ll drive”

Lance nearly told Keith to fuck himself. He didn’t know why he’d followed him out. Sliding across the bench seat, Keith climbed into the drivers seat

“What’s happened?”

“It’s... I need to get to Platt general”

“You’ll have to give me directions. What’s going on? Who’s in hospital?”

“My Mami...”

Whatever smart reply Keith had for that died on the man’s tongue. Giving a nod, Keith got the key into the ignition, the old bronco starting with a rumble.

The drive to Platt was horrible. It passed in a blur as Lance prayed to whoever was out there that it wouldn’t be something major. Barking directions at Keith, Keith copped all his bad mood and worry, the hunter barely parked before Lance was rushing to get out the car. He hadn’t even bothered to clip in his damn seatbelt for the drive

“Lance, take a breath”

“Fuck you”

“Your teeth are fucking showing”

Oh... he was making a vampire face... fuck... he felt like he was about to throw up across his feet. He needed to see his Mami, and Keith’s presence was the only thing keeping him from completely losing himself. The hunter deserved a break

“Do you know what ward she’s on?”

“No. They didn’t say...”

“Okay, we’ll find out together”

Lance should have known Keith knew all about his family. Keeping his hand on Lance’s good arm, to keep him from running off, Keith talked to the woman at the front information desk, finding his Mami’s room with more patience than Lance had. He’d been here before with his Mami, so he should have remembered the way up to the floor, Keith nearly getting them lost because Lance couldn’t stop the flood of tears rolling down his face over the fact his Mami wasn’t dead. Finding the right ward, the nurse at the desk looked up at them like she was perplexed by their presence, telling them that only family was allowed to see his Mami. With choked words Lance explained that he was her grandson and emergency contact, which was apparently Luis on the hospital side of things. It wasn’t supposed to be him. Lance lived the closest, and he was the one who always made time for his Mami. When the woman looked to Keith, Lance explained that he was Mami’s other grandson, Keith not at all comfortable with the sudden promotion to family. Signing in, the nurse led them to his Mami’s room. She’d fractured her hip in the fall, and done a bang up job on her face, Lance nearly face planting as his emotions grew further out of control.

Propped up on pillows, Lance let out a fresh sob at his Mami’s face. Keith telling the nurse he’d call if they needed anything. His Mami looked so frail, far too frail, her complexion washed out, but when she saw him, she was raising her arms towards him

“Oh, Mijo...”

Walking over to his Mami, Lance wrapped his arms around her the best he could

“I’m okay. It’s just the silly head of mine. I got a little muffled”

“I was so scared”

“I know, you’ve always had a sweet heart. But you know it takes more than a fall to stop me”

Lance snorted a laugh, well aware he was snotting on his Mami’s shoulder

“I was still scared. Sally called to let me know”

“She’s got a big mouth, that one. They say I’m off to surgery soon, time for the good drugs”

“Mami!”

His mother chuckled, her strength wasn’t what it was, so Lance reluctantly drew out of her embrace to sit beside her

“Now, enough of that face. It’s a fractured hip, I’ve still got plenty of life in this old bird”

“You’re not old”

“Says you”

“Touché... fuck... I felt like...”

He felt as scared as when his Papi passed

“You didn’t lose me just yet. My face is sorer than the leg. I’m a tough old duck”

“That doesn’t make me feel better”

“That’s because you worry too much. Now, who is your handsome friend here?”

Right. Fuck... He didn’t know if his teeth were still showing... but this was his Mami and he’d never been that great at keeping secrets from her

“This is Keith... he knows...”

“Nice to meet you “Keith He Knows”... I’m hoping you did the driving and not Lance”

“Uh, yes, Ma’am”

His Mami laughed, her slight wince in the corner of her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Lance. She had to be in a lot of pain, despite what she was saying and how she was acting

“Gracious. Where did he find you. Miriam is fine, dear. Now, I know my son is a worrywart, so could be a dear and find him a cup of tea for his nerves?”

“I think I can...”

“Thank you. It’s nice to see Lance is making friends. He’s so insistent that he’s fine alone. I hope you’re a good friend to him”

Keith took the the opening to flee, Lance didn’t blame him. They weren’t friends... he didn’t know what they were

“Mijo, I’m okay. Where did you meet Keith “who knows”?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does when my baby boy is making friends... or is there something you’re not telling you Mami”

Lance groaned

“You sound like Pidge”

“Ah, she’s a smart girl. Sooo... you and Keith?”

“Aren’t like that... He’s a human for one thing”

“And?”

“And a single drop of my blood could change all that, plus, I’m pretty sure he actually hates me”

“Ooooh, my little Mijo is growing up!”

His Mami must have been high

“Mami, he’s a hunter”

“I can see how that could make things difficult... Is he here to kill you?”

How could his Mami sound so blasé about his death?

“He wanted to. But things happened. Now he’s annoying houseguest”

“I hope you’ve been treating him right”

“Mami!”

“Good chinaware and fresh sheets...”

Lance groaned

“Mami, it’s not like that. How can you be so calm?”

“Because I can tell he’s not going to kill you”

“How?”

“Just call it a Mami feeling”

“I think Mami’s feeling high”

“A bit. A bit annoyed this happened before bingo. That Andy Jefferies always wins the good stuff. His walker might have to go for a walk”

“Mami!”

“I’m just saying... oh, never mind. Luis should be here soon”

Fucking Luis...

“Don’t make a face like that, Mijo. He is your brother”

“I know and someone changed me from their emergency contact here”

“Well Luis and Lisa are thinking of making the move here...”

“I’m already here”

“I know you are, dear. But you can’t chase after your Mami forever”

“I’m pretty sure I can. I mean, vampire and that”

Lance injected scoff into his tone. He didn’t want to seem as jealous as he was. He’d always thought he’d had a special bond with his Mami, and the rest of his family all had families of their own... except for Rachel. She’d had a troubled life, thanks to him

“You know what I mean”

“I do, but you don’t get to think that you’re rid of me anytime soon”

“I wouldn’t dream of such freedom”

His Mami was viscous

“Now, give me hug. This old body doesn’t always like cooperating”

#once bitten twice stupid #17prt1

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CRASH: A Deadpool Fiction

Written in response to @firefly-in-darkness ‘s Winter Writing Challenge.

Prompt: Unexpected visitor on Christmas Eve

Characters: Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Smut), Guns, Elton John, Unicorn, Corn Hole, Use of the word vociferated, guarenteed panty wetter.

Word Count: 2,462

You said your good nights and Merry Christmasses to your family in the corridor. The giddiness and glee of Christmas has never left you. You couldn't help but feel excited knowing that in just a few hours you would all be together again celebrating your favourite day of the year in the wonderful city of Manhattan. You closed the hotel door behind you, took a couple of steps, raised your arms and flung yourself on to the luxury duvet. The bedding engulfed you in it's thick, soft grasp. You let out a long, satisfied sigh as you gazed at the ceiling. The Christmas lights of the world outside were cascading through the window and illuminating the ceiling with splashes of beautiful colours. You could here the occasional sounds of passers by singing Christmas songs as they enjoyed the last hours of festivities on the eve of the big day. The butterflies in your stomach took flight as you reveled in the joy of the occasion and the anticipation of the day ahead.

"Hey Siri, play Christmas Hits". With an obedient acknowledgment your phone kicked into action and Step Into Christmas by Elton John started to project out of it's speakers. You leaped to your feet and started to dance around the room as you got undressed. You threw your clothes wherever you pleased as you twirled around the room. First your Santa hat is flung on to the bed post, your shoes are kicked off in to the corner of the room, your blouse thrown on to the chair, jeans over the TV, bra draped on the lampshade and finally your red Christmas panties landed in the trash can under the vanity table. As your de-robing came to an end, so too did the song and you launched yourself on to the bed once more. The soft fabric of the sheets felt delightful against your bare skin. It gave you that same warm, cosy feeling like sitting by an open fire with a hot drink on a thundery night in winter. You ran your fingers along the smooth folds of the bedding and up to the pillow. You knew you shouldn't, not here, not with a pillow that is not your own but you couldn't help yourself. It's Christmas Eve after all, you deserve to treat yourself. The bedding is so delicate you just know it will feel good. You climbed to your knees, grabbed the pillow, placed it between your thighs, lowered yourself down on to it and started to gently grind yourself back and forth. You were right, maybe it was the silky texture against you or maybe it was knowing that you shouldn't be doing it but it felt fantastic and you could feel yourself getting slick with each movement of your hips. You arch your back and look up at the dancing lights as you press down onto the pillow. Then suddenly, from outside, there arose such a clatter. The lights on the ceiling vanished for a second as something obscured them, then... *CRASH* A red figure came hurtling through your window. You let out a shrill scream and scrambled to gather as much of the duvet as possible to cover your innocence. "Cover her innocence. HA. The girl was playing giddy up pony butt naked with a hotel pillow. Any innocence she had has been left the other side of that hotel door!" The man mumbled seemingly to no one in particular as he rose to his feet. You could do nothing but stare in shock, transfixed in terror. Snowflakes and cold air were spilling in through the now shattered window. You watched as the virgin white snow stained red as it blended with the blood left on the floor. You followed the red stream with your eyes to the feet of the man now stood in the middle of your room and guided your eyes up his body. He was dressed all in red and black. You let out a frightened gasp as you saw that he was strapped with a whole host of weapons. You scuttled backwards and pressed your back hard against the wall as if to get as far away as possible. You notice now that his face is covered by a mask with two ghostly white eyes staring straight in your direction. You let out another scream. As if caught off guard he raises his hands to his mouth and let's out a scream of his own. "Don't do that, you scared me", he says in a tone riddled with sarcasm. "I'm probably not the man in a red suit you were expecting tonight! I'm a whole lot less jolly and a heap more Big Dick Energy. Let me introduce myself, I am Deadpool. You can call me Dead, Mr. Pool, D. Piddy, Duff Paddy or any other cool sounding shit you can come up with. And despite my strapping physique and assortment of highly deadly weaponry, I mean no harm to you. If anything, I should be scared of you, looks like you're packing a couple of bazookas there!" You pull the covers higher up and pull them close around your neckline. Then you just sit there, trembling through both fear and the cold as you gape at him. He wasn't lying about his physique. You notice the outline of his muscles under his skin tight suit. "I am incredibly sorry about the window thing, I was just having a little altercation with a friend and next thing you know, I have been thrown through a pane of glass. Standard Christmas Eve, right?" He let out a laugh and started to walk towards the window. "You know what? I will be back to apologise properly in a minute, I just need to have a quick word with my friend". He looked up to the ceiling and began to talk to it, "Don't you dare stop reading. I totally need to bang this hottie in a few paragraphs!" And with that he jumped out into the cold. You startle as you hear a gun shot from the street outside, a few moments pass and he reappears at the window again. You couldn't see his mouth but you could tell he was smiling. "Conversation over". He climbed back inside, the shards of glass cracking underfoot as he approached the side of the bed. "Now for my apology. Hey Siri, play Bump n' Grind by R. Kelly". The song starts to stream from somewhere on his person. *My mind's telling me no... but my body... my bodies telling me yeeeees* Deadpool speaks over the music, "You know what? In hindsight, this song is a little creepy and it's certainly not festive enough. Let's try something different. Hey Siri, play All I Want For Christmas Is You". The track skips. "Much better". You didn't know what it was. If it was his muscle clad frame, his so called big dick energy or just the plot having to be pushed forward regardless of narrative to a point at which the two of you are fucking, but you felt strangely attracted to him all of a sudden. You loosened your grip on the sheets and let them drop to your waist revealing your nip nips. Deadpool looked up to the ceiling again "Sweet Christmas, if you look half as good IRL as you are making yourself out to be here, I need to ride that horse to happy town. P.S. sorry Luke Cage, I didn't mean to steal your catchphrase." He looks back down at you. Your nipples were as hard as senior year Algebra because of the now freezing cold room but you didn't care. You whipped the cover completely off of your body revealing your sloppy south mouth. It was as wet a whales blow hole down there! "Well, this escalated quickly. Thank you writer!" He unbuckled his belt and his assortment of guns clattered to the floor. "Well, if we are releasing our weapons, let me introduce you to...", he reached in to his pants and lopped out his ginormous sex pistol. "... my weapon of ass destruction!" he exclaims. "Sorry mate, I ain't feeling in to butt stuff tonight. I haven't prepared the rocky road to be ventured by a wayward traveler tonight", you reply. "... My weapon of fanny destruction", he corrects himself. "It just doesn't have the same ring to it. Oh well," he shrugs. He steps forward and you see his pleasure sausage in all it's glory. It. Is. Huge. It is also knobbly as fuck which is a little grotesque but you think to yourself, "Fuck it, I bet that bobbly boy bone will feel bonza rearranging my guts." You leap in to action, open your mouth like hungry trout and gobble up his shaft. You take it right the way down inside you. It feels so deep that the only explanation is that his bellend must be half way around your large intestine by now. He bounced his hips up and down and your whole body is thrown up and down with the motion, slapping haphazardly against the bed. You are like a skewered pig! Your minge juice is splattering all over the walls as you flop about. He reaches over and spanks your ass hard. If you like it, he keeps doing it. If you don't, he stops. Whatever you want really. You probably like it. You try to say speak but you can't, what with being all full with the purple helmeted warrior of love. Your speech just comes out like this, "gch gyt cfrrrrch zkkkr glk pffft". "What was that?" he says as he pulls his manhood from inside you leaving you feeling empty like a gutted fish! "I said fuck me, Duff Paddy!" You plead. "I take it back, don't call me Duff Paddy that totes ain't cool". "Fine, fuck me like I'm on the naughty list and you're Santa teaching me a lesson". He slaps your face so hard that you spin 180 degrees on the bed, your slime well now facing him, ready to give him the toothless blowjob of his life! He reaches over to the bed post, grabs your Santa hat that landed their earlier and places it on his head. Then rams his candy cane cock right up inside you and starts talking in a deep voice, "Listen here Y/N, I hear that you are on the naughty list". "I am Santa, I have been a naughty girl. You should teach me a lesson". His deep voice booms out again as his bumpy womb broom penetrates your entire body. "The hypotenuse is the longest side of a right angle triangle", he bellows. "It is located on the opposite side to the right angle itself". This is not the lesson that you had in mind but fuck it, his winky felt pretty alright inside you so let's just crack on with it. You do loads of moans and stuff as the knowledgeable St. Nick rattles off math facts. Your pink penis palace is a slobbery mess like Fang from the Harry Potter franchise. The squelch of your fanny is so intense that with each thrust it sounds like an army of elves are juicing oranges in perfect harmony. With each energised pound it feels like a coil is tightening in your stomach drawing you closer and closer to climax as the fuckery intensifies. He stops and pulls out for a second before shoving his entire hand up your cooch. He starts groping about like and old man searching the bedside cabinet for his dentures in the dark. He grabs hold of what he has been searching for and pulls his hand out. "What in the name Santa's workshop is this tightening coil doing inside your foof?" He throws the coil out of the broken window and sticks his mangled meat all up inside you again. You cum anyway, turns out the coil had fuck all to do with it. And boy is it a big old cum. You scream really loud. Like "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS. I'M A FUCKING UNICORN ON A RAINBOW ROCKET." Fuck knows why you shouted that last bit but you did. Your entire body shakes like a bowl full of jelly. You're shaking so hard that you vibrate off the bed and hit the floor where you continue to pulsate. This is how your vibrator must feel when it falls off the bed post orgasm. Deadpool rushes over, picks you up from the floor and places you on your knees in front of him before sitting on the side of the bed, his tally wacker throbbing in your face. "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Y/N. Make Santa's dream cum true and suck that slush right out my schlong". You don't need to be told twice. You gobble, gobble, gobble like a Christmas Turkey. You salivate on that clam hammer like a toothless grandma eating a humbug. "OH BABY JESUS, STICK A FINGER IN CORN HOLE", he shouts. Not usually your thing but we are nearing the end of the story now and you really want to taste that eggnog. As his bauble-esque nuts clap against your chin you slip your finger in. It didn't take long once your finger tickled his taint and entered his puckered poop chute (FYI no actual poop present, clean as a whistle. No icky stuff going on here) for Deadpool Santa to start emptying his sack and unloading his Christmas presents deep inside your throat hole. His cum started to explode from your mouth like when you overfill a mince pie with whipped cream. "HO, HO, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he vociferated as he cummed. You swallowed it all up (because you were raised right) and got to your feet as Deadpool put his cock back in his pants. "Well that was fun," he said. "Hell yeah it was," you replied with a giggle. You gave each other a high five and he made his way back to the broken window. Laying a finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod out the window he rose. You watched as he disappeared into the night and heard him bellow in to the sky, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night". The End. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. ... "Psst, writer! It's Deadpool. Just so you know, I found your jumping between present and past tenses wildly inconsistent and frankly lazy writing. If I wasn't getting my willy wet in this one I would have left this story a long time ago. I can't be associated with this kind of shabby story telling. I probably would have hung around to watch Y/N getting off on the pillow though. That shit was hot!"

#FireFlysWinterChallenge #Deadpool #fan fiction #marvel #fanfic #marvelfanfic #deadpoolfanfic #slimeweill #christmas #deadpoolchristmas #marvel christmas

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Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2019 - “Satisfaction” (Rated PG13)

Summary: After a long trip, including several delays, Blaine finally makes it to New York to see his fiance ... bringing along something special that's sure to spice up their weekend. (1161 words)

Notes: So, life has been kicking my butt this month so I'm posting all of these late. I apologize. Written for the Klaine/CC Valentine's Challenge 2019 prompt 'Sweetener' by Ariana Grande.

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Knock-knock-knock!

Blaine runs a hand over his hair, loosens his scarf, unbuttons his coat and smooths his wrinkled sweater. He checks his breath. The air around him is too cold to smell anything, so he waits a second and checks it again. And even though he’s sure his breath doesn’t offend, he pops a Tic-Tac to be on the safe side. He came straight to the loft from the airport without stopping in the men’s room to freshen up. He couldn’t. He didn’t have the time to spare. His first flight had been canceled, and his next flight, which managed to take off between combating pressure systems, landed thirty minutes late. He only gets the weekend with Kurt before he has to be back in Lima, studying for an AP History exam, and he’s already missed most of Friday night.

He’s determined to make every second he has left count.

After doing a full once over of his person, he pounds on the door again.

Knock-knock-knock!

He starts to worry when he doesn’t hear movement on the other side of the door. He’d texted Kurt every step of the way to let him know he’d be delayed, and Kurt didn’t seem angry. On the contrary, he seemed beyond excited to see Blaine again. The last text message Blaine received was full of kissie face and eggplant emojis.

He can’t see that being anything other than positive.

But maybe Kurt went out to get something from the store on the corner? A bottle of sparkling cider or a box of condoms. Shoot! Blaine should have mentioned that he’d brought a new box with him. He would give Kurt a call, but his cell phone battery died the second his cab pulled up to the curb. He considers leaving his stuff by the door and heading down there to search for him, but the pitter-patter of bare feet racing towards the door stops him.

Blaine grins when he hears several locks and bolts being thrown. The doors slides open and there Kurt stands, as dashing and as breathtaking as ever in black slacks and a black button-down, the first two buttons casually undone.

“Hello there, handsome,” he purrs, looking appreciatively down Blaine’s body, pausing to assess the baggage at his feet. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Blaine arches an eyebrow. It’s an unusual greeting, but not a bad one. From the tone of his voice, Kurt definitely has something planned.

Blaine decides to go with it.

“You know, you gave me the address, so you increased the odds of us meeting again considerably.”

“So I have. Did you bring it?”

“Oh, yeah.” Blaine lifts the discreet brown paper bag so Kurt can see. “I definitely brought it.”

Kurt bites his lower lip. “Well, well, well. Come on in, kind sir. And thank you so much for coming out in this horrible weather to bring me my … delivery.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome,” Blaine says, shivering at this spontaneous roleplay with his gorgeous fiancé.

Kurt must really be excited to see him.

“This is a nice place.” Blaine saunters in and looks around as if he’s never seen it before when, in fact, part of their history as intendeds is already written here – in pictures on the wall, the spinet piano in the corner, Blaine’s clothes in the closet and his sheets on the bed.

“You think so?”

Blaine puts down his luggage and sheds his coat. “Yeah. A ton of space for someone who lives … alone?”

“I have a roommate.” Kurt stops in front of Blaine and toys suggestively with his bowtie, tugging at it gently, slipping a finger beneath the band. “But she’s out of town.”

“That’s fortunate, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Kurt says, lips ghosting Blaine’s mouth. And while Blaine is distracted chasing Kurt’s lips, Kurt reaches down and relieves Blaine of the paper bag he’s been carrying with him. “So …” He backs away, knowing Blaine will follow “… where should we get started?”

“Hmm, on the couch?” Blaine suggests, but Kurt passes it by without a glance.

“Sorry. That’s broken.”

“Pity. Then … the kitchen table?”

“Pffft …” Kurt shakes his head “… not too romantic, is it?”

“The floor?” Blaine asks, even though Kurt is obviously leading him to the bedroom.

Kurt stops for a moment, looks up in thought. “Possibly …” He feels the floorboards with his foot “… but, no. I really do think that the bedroom is the perfect place for what I have planned.”

“Ooo …” Blaine grins “… then by all means, lead the way.”

Kurt, absconding with the brown paper bag, backs his way through the privacy curtain that surrounds his corner of the loft. Through the sheer white fabric, Blaine can see Kurt’s king-sized bed –his black, pinstripe comforter tucked neatly around the edges, giving them a clean, flat surface to work with; red and white rose petals sprinkled here and there; with a white blanket folded over twice in the center.

In case things get messy.

“It looks like you have things all set,” Blaine says, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.

“I didn’t want to waste any time.” Kurt sets the bag at the foot of the bed and undoes the button to his slacks.

Blaine watches Kurt unzip his fly and grins. “Would you like to do the honors?” He gestures to the bag, eyebrows bouncing up and down.

Kurt giggles. “Absolutely! Let’s get this party started.”

Blaine watches his fiancé dive into the bag, eagerly pulling out container after container and lining them up in the center of the mattress: chicken adobo, oxtail stew, tapsilog, lumpia – all the dishes he fell in love with eating over at the Anderson house on the nights he stayed over. Even with its reputation of being a food goldmine, Kurt hasn’t found a single restaurant in New York that makes Filipino cuisine the way Blaine’s mother does. And since Pam Anderson loves her son-to-be, she makes sure to pack a plethora of Kurt’s favorite meals to send with Blaine when he visits.

Kurt picks up one container bulging with food and pops the lid. He inhales deeply and sighs. “Blaine, your mother is a saint!”

“Don’t tell her that!” Blaine dishes silverware and napkins out of the bag. “I finally got her to admit that I’m her favorite son! I don’t need you toppling me off my pedestal!”

“Blaine …” Kurt snatches a fork out of his fiancé’s hand “… if it gets me more of her amazing cooking, I’m going to tell her whatever I have to!”

“Fine,” Blaine mutters, slightly disgruntled, “but I have one question.”

“Shoot,” Kurt says, rearranging the containers in order from appetizer to dessert.

“Are we going to have sex tonight? Or are we just going to eat?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course we will.” Kurt lifts a forkful of pancit to his watering mouth. “But food first. Priorities, Blaine. Priorities.”

#kcc vd challenge 2019 #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #klaine #frankie writes

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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How long does it typically take you to write, edit, finish a fic?

It depends, honestly. I probably shouldn’t count things I write for bangs, because even when I’ve finished writing and editing, I still have to wait for my posting date, and I’ll probably edit it a couple more times before posting.

Like my pinefest fic that posted in February, I actually wrote the draft of it in July and August of last year, gave it an edit in December, and then edited it again in January. This is the problem I’ve run into the last two years of the dcbb, when I started writing my intended fic when registration opened in April, but finished by June and was like... I don’t want to wait until October or November to post this...

Ultraviolet I just wanted out in the world. I started writing it in early March 2017, and posted it June 25. So, maybe three and a half months? It’s not a horrendously long fic at 45k.

Cakepocalypse! (a bit longer at just over 64k) took even less time, almost exactly 3 months. So it just depends. (but come ON that’s the perfect post s13 hellatus fic and there was no way I was holding on to that until s14 started... it would’ve been cruel, even if I would’ve LOVED to have seen art for it :’D)

Worst Case Scenario, at right about 30k, took two months. McMansion Hell at 21k took two weeks... (this is proof that I am a case fic machine, I think?)

The first fic I ever posted (25k) took a month, and the next thing I wrote... Project Beyonce (37k)... took three whole weeks...

The thing I’ve been writing for the last two months is maybe... 2/3 done? maybe 3/4? But it still needs editing, and I still won’t be posting it until DCBB time. :D

It really does depend... how “easy” is a particular story for me to write? Some just flow (like Project Beyonce), and others require more research (Around the World in 24 Days, Revenge of the Subtext). And THANK YOU for including editing time! Because the times I quoted above include at least two editing passes with time in between. Including a final editing pass as I upload everything to AO3, which can take a couple days on its own. Posting a long fic for a challenge? I always allow a week to upload, format, and edit everything on AO3 in my schedule, so that on my posting day I just have to click the post button (biggest stress-saver ever tbh).

Obviously shorter things are quicker... the last thing I posted is only 600 words, which I wrote a couple of years ago as a tumblr post that probably took half an hour and edited and posted it on AO3 last week in about an hour. I try to write at least 1k a night (except for a couple nights a week... Mr. Mittens’ night off, and during the season Supernatural nights are for meta), but usually get more than that. Last night was an okay night... about 1200 words, but the night before was a banner one at almost 3k, some nights suck and I’m lucky to get a few hundred, and that’s fine! sometimes I can’t write at all, I’m just too tired or my brain won’t cooperate for whatever reason. I just get back to it the next night.

I’m also a compulsive editor. I have designated “writing time” (which technically was an hour ago on a normal night, but I was out with friends tonight so I might not even write... pffft who am I kidding I will probably write eventually here). Every night I HAVE TO go back and reread/edit at least as far back as the beginning of the previous night’s writing. Some people will tell you to NEVER do this, because of the tendency to rewrite stuff and fail to make any new words. I’ll tell you that for ME, I can’t NOT do this. Going back and rereading (and yes, editing some, but not heavily) gets me back into the feel of the story. My writing would be a disjointed emotional trainwreck unless I took that time (usually 15-20 minutes depending on how much I wrote the night before) to get back into the right mindset for that fic. This also spares me from the trap of repeating stuff that I just said, or leaving stuff out that needs to be there (like all that stuff I keep writing in my head after I close the laptop and go to bed... Sometimes I can’t remember what actually made it into the document and what’s still floating around in my head).

This was wild to answer, btw, because I’d never really thought about how long it takes me to write fic, and just looking up dates to make these estimates was both a trip down memory lane thinking about my life during all these periods, as well as a bit surreal because whoa I cannot BELIEVE it only took me 3 weeks to write Project Beyonce :’D.

(more than a decade ago I wrote a draft of a 105k novel in 15 days, and I do not recommend ever writing anything that quickly... it’s not healthy... pace yourselves better than that) :P

But writing takes as long as it takes. Some people are quick, some are slow, and some are George RR Martin.

(even worse, some are Tolkien)

(thank you for giving me an excuse to look this nonsense up... if this wasn’t the sort of answer you were looking for, let me know and I’ll try to answer differently :D)

#Anonymous

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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Take 2... ODD NUMBERS

Em you absolute MADWOMAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU X’D X’D

THIS IS GONNA BE ALL THE ODD NUMBERS FROM THIS POST (feel free to still send even ones in pFFFFffffFFFt) so I’m putting it under the cut!! Gonna be looong!! If you wanna learn random stuff about The Matt, click read more. :P

1.if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Read: Bird by Crystal Chan. Watch: Sense8. Listen to: this song.

3.three songs that you connect with right now.

this - this - this

5.have you taken someones virginity?

Nope. Not… yet? XD

7.if you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Haven’t had a proper one yet, unfortunately.

9.what was the last concert you saw?

Never been to one, too much noise and flashing lights and people = complete sensory overload and panic attack. Cinemas are bad enough. XD BUT I would be pretty tempted to see Coldplay live!!

11.do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

Sweet Cheesus yes please.

13.a song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

this :D jk jk if it was somebody I rlly cared about it would be my favourite song probably

15.do you want to have kids? How many?

*hYsTeRiCaL lAuGhTeR* buddy I can barely take care of my own impulsive ass let alone a kid. But I’m never one to say never, so… I really don’t know. I’m not gonna be the one getting knocked up though, so adoption or… something else, depending on my eventual partner’s gender.

17.do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes. The two people I really miss though were slowly killing me so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ better off!!

19.have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I sure hope not! D:

21.have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

1) Haven’t had one yet :’) 2) I really really hope I never make them cry, I’ll never intend to. D’:

23.favourite weather?

A nice, cloudy, kinda chilly day with steady rain.

25.do you wanna get married?

Honestly I really don’t mind either way so it’ll depend 100% on my partner. If they want to, sure!! If they don’t, I won’t care. I do have this thing though where I tend to pass out if I stand still for a long amount of time so that’ll be… interesting. X’D my only thing will be that I want the ring bearer to be either dressed up as a Hobbit or to be a v good dog so those are my only conditions to marriage 😂😂😂

27.what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Frodo reaction memes. X’D

29.what’s your favorite pasta dish?

Ravioli is pretty hecking good! I’m getting back into pasta recently, I never used to like it bc we used to have gluten pasta and it made me feel sick. But now I can find out which pastas I like!!! :’DDDDD

31.what’s your favorite eye color?

Blue eyes are stunning. It’s funny, my Mum has blue eyes and I’m so bitter that I didn’t inherit them. :((( But rlly all eye colours can be super pretty!!

33.are you a morning person?

Yes in the fact that I LOVE mornings. I can be grumpy first thing sometimes when I’m still half asleep but I get really happy and energetic from overtiredness lmao quickly!! :DDDD

35.what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

My boots. I’ve had them forever and I don’t own any other shoes, apart from some runners that are still practically brand new bc I never wear them. XD

37.tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Okay so normally when I’m awake at 3AM it’s one of 3 scenarios: 1) I got fixated on something and don’t know how much time has passed, or 2) my insomnia has flared up yet again and I am this close to having a mental breakdown because I’m so tired, or 3) I got overtired and now act pretty much drunk and have too much energy to go to sleep. One time I sent Enna three separate rambly stupid asks about her OCs and I was so tired that the next morning I remembered I sent them but I couldn’t remember anything I said. She was super sweet about it. The end. X’D

39.who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

My Dad. We both love the stars. We were also talking about Pokemon and DND. XD

41.do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I don’t particularly like it, I prefer just downloading songs now. Mainly because I don’t like a lot of songs from the same band and buying a whole CD or record just for ONE song that I like on it is… meh. XD The last one I bought was an Ed Sheeran CD and it was for my mum.

43.what are your favorite memes of the year so far

I haven’t found any yet that really grab me, we’ll see. X’D

45.what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I got my Dad a One Direction calendar once. We both hated One Direction. (When the cashier gave 12-year-old me that kind of ‘stupid teenaged girl in love with a boy band’ look I stared right back at her and told her with a straight face we were going to light it on fire. I’ve never seen anyone look so pleasantly surprised in my entire life.) My Dad loooved it. X’DI asked my Dad for a toothpick a week before my birthday once and he didn’t have one. Guess what my “present” was that year. Guess. XD

47.describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

V tol and thoughtful and pretty and talented and nice and spams me and sends me pics of cute dogs occasionally. 11/10 good fren, would befren again. :’)

49.is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Yup. Should be writing 2 things and maybe doing something else but idk if I should do the thing or not so. Procrastination it is. :))))

51.what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Any mutual of mine who just sends me nice messages or asks me stuff warms my heart so much. And anyone who has ever shown interest in my OCs has my eternal gratitude, if y’all ever need a kidney you caN HAVE MINE.

53.what’s some of your favorite album art?

Literally anything Coldplay has ever had ever.

55.do you like concept albums? which ones?

They sound pretty cool but I don’t think I have any favourites…?? Idk.

57.list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

This one (This one. This one.

59.what do you do when you’re sad?

Isolate myself + throw love at my online friends so hopefully they don’t feel like I do. Also drink warm drinks and reading and spending time with my pets bc they always help.

61.what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?

I read this as sex thing wooPS. X’D Best non-romantic night I’ve ever had.. hmm… the night we got our German Shepherd. It was Good Friday. We’d finally gotten our puppy. We stayed up super late watching her toddle around and fall asleep on us. One of my absolute favourite memories. :’D

63.what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

“You will only find your special someone when you are perfectly happy with the idea of being single forever. You can only be in a comfortable and loving relationship with somebody else when you are in a comfortable and loving relationship with yourself.”

65.what’s your secret dream?

Be in a Marvel movie one day. ^-^” oof

67.three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

The only things that come to mind are P!nk songs ASDFGHJKL XD

69.three last songs you listened to

Pffft the songs I put on this thing X’D

71.have you ever had a friends with benefits?

Nope but I’d be open to the idea! (i may even have plans with one fren lmao)

73.Is there anyone you would die for?

My family (friends included), my pets, what’s right: if the world could be magically fixed but I had to die I’d do it on the spot.

75.do you give out second chances too easily?

I used to. But then I used up all my second chances on people who didn’t deserve them. Normally if somebody really seriously hurts me, I give them one more chance and make it very clear for them to please not do that particular thing again. Everyone makes mistakes, I get that. But if they do that exact same thing again, I’m normally gone. I’m done with waiting around and getting hurt over and over just to “be a good friend.” That’s not being a friend, that’s being a doormat/punching bag.

77.is this year the best year of your life?

So far, nope. We’ll see though!!! :DDDDD

79.who/what was your last dream about?

I think it was about Shameless?? I heard there was a trans character so I watched just those clips and I think I dreamt about it. X’D

Thank you so much for asking, Em!! ^____^

#Matt speaks #this took ages but it was really fun!!#XD #<3 #get to know me

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snickletastic · 6 years

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Definitely in a Creepy Way {Jason Todd x Reader}

warnings~ drinking, cursing, angst

summary~ jason and reader go out to a club for a date, but jealousy erupts when multiple women won’t stop flirting with jason

a/n~ i tried to make this long because i know i haven’t posted in awhile! i’m so sorry about that, i’ve been super busy with school. i hope everybody had an amazing holiday and happy 2018! i might try to write a new years story. also, i know the way the story is written is a bit confusing, so the beginning takes place after the middle part, and the last part is after the beginning (i know it’s confusing but i wanted to write in a different style for once, heheh)

“Go. Away.” You said through clenched teeth as Jason followed you down the hall.

“It wasn’t my fault! Why are you always so mad at me? Are you on your period 24/7 or are you just a bitch?” Jason inhaled sharply the second he realized what he had just said, but it was too late and he couldn’t suck the words back in.

“Excuse me?” you raised your voice, “That was completely un-fucking-called for! Why would you even say something like that!?” You pushed Jason as hard as you could but he didn’t budge.

“I-I’m sorry..that’s not what I meant to say-”

“Of course it wasn’t, but you said it anyways, you ass,” you ran into your room and slammed the door shut behind you, locking him out.

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I don’t know what got into me,” Jason leaned his head against the door and groaned at his own stupidity. He could smell his own breath as he panted, it reeked of alcohol. With the realization that he’s drunk, he hit his head against the door.

Jason had brought you to a club in the center of the city for a date. He figured it’d be a fun change of scenery from your usual restaurant and movie dates. The night was young, and Jason wanted to take you on his motorcycle.

“Are you positive it’s safe?” you nervously crossed your arms as Jason held out his helmet.

“I wouldn’t let you near the motorcycle if it wasn’t 100% safe. I’m even giving you my helmet, I’ll use the spare one.”

“Are you sure? Yours looks so…expensive,” you examined it as he still held it out to you.

Jason noticeably got tired of your stalling and put the helmet over your head, “There, now you’re ready,” he gently hit your helmet and laughed.

You groaned and got on his bike as he put the spare helmet on. Before he got on the bike, he stopped and studied you. “What?” you asked.

“You look like you belong on a playboy calendar,” he smiled.

“Stop ogling me. Let’s get to the club before it’s dark,” you rolled your eyes.

He finally got on the bike and started the engine. You wrapped your arms around his waist as tight as you possibly could, holding on for dear life. To tease you, he revved the engine a few times and laughed whenever you somehow managed to squeeze tighter.

The ride to the club was surprisingly exhilarating, the wind in your hair was stimulating. The sound of the motorcycle was muted by the sound of the wind pounding against your helmet. After 5 minutes on the motorcycle, you didn’t even want to go to the club anymore. There was no place you’d rather be than on Jason’s motorcycle with your arms wrapped around him tightly, feeling him breathing. The streetlights were like giant fluorescent moons passing at 60 miles per hour. When Jason pulled into the parking space and turned the engine off, it was almost like a rude awakening to an intoxicating dream.

The sun was nearly gone, but the sky was still bright with an array of orange and yellows. Jason noticed you shiver lightly and quickly took off his leather jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders as the two of you approached the club entrance. The bouncer nodded at Jason and let you both in.

As soon as you walked in, the noise of the music blared through your eardrums, and the lights shined purple and blue. Crowds of people were cattled together on the dancefloor, and couples sat in booths on the outskirts, mostly drinking or making out. The bar was crowded, but two stools were empty. Jason nodded his head towards the stools, saying something inaudible. You just shook your head yes and he slipped his arm around your waist, leading you through the crowds of people on the dancefloor, trying to get to the seats.

As you walked through the mass, people kept bumping into your sides or stepping on your feet. A drunk girl broke from the crowd and wrapped her arms around Jason’s neck, trying to kiss him. He quickly jerked his head back and pushed her off of him, then proceeded to walk even faster, holding your hand as you trailed behind him. A dancing couple who were practically having sex broke your chain with Jason, and you immediately lost him in the crowd. You started to shuffled between people, trying to find him. The best thing to do was to get out onto the exterior, so you snaked through drunks and shady people.

When you finally got out, you went over to the bar to wait for Jason. After about 5 minutes, he finally broke out of the hoard and gave you an awkward thumbs up when he saw you giggling to yourself.

He walked over to you and gave you a kiss, “I tried looking for you, but that crazy drunk girl was stalking me through the crowd. I figured I’d lose her before coming out to the bar.”

You gave him a sweet smile and gently rubbed his arm,”Let’s just order a couple drinks, hm?”

The two of you walked over to the bar and sat down next to eachother.

“Excuse me,” Jason called out to the bartender, “Can I get a dry whiskey and a-,” he scratched his head and looked over to you.

“A martini, please,” you told the bartender.

The bartender began to make your drink after he poured Jason a whiskey.

“A martini, huh?” Jason grinned at you as he swished his drink around in his glass.

“Pffft, I just ordered it for the olives,” you joked and Jason laughed as he took a sip of his drink.

The bartender set down your martini, “on the house, hun,” he winked and flashed you a smile. Jason choked on his whiskey as the man walked to the next customer down the bar.

“Jason, I swear-”

“Who the hell does he think he is? He can clearly see that we’re together! What the fuck?”

“Jason, don’t start. Don’t. Tonight is our date night, don’t let the dumb bartender ruin it, okay?” You assured him in a kind voice, trying to calm him down by holding his hand.

He contemplated his next action, but when he saw your face, he decided to leave the bartender alone,”Alright. But if he pulls that shit again-”

“I don’t think he will,” you kept trying to assure him.

Jason chugged the rest of his whiskey and flagged the other bartender down to pour him another. You ate the olives out of your martini, then proceeded to sip it. The two of you chatted for awhile, told eachother the stupidest jokes you could come up with, and told stories about stupid things your families have done over the years.

“And Damian started beating the guy with a banjo he took off of the shelves!” Jason laughed and you giggled.

“I’ve never heard of anyone trying to rob a music store before,” you sipped more on your drink.

“It was hilarious. When the police came, they had to pry the banjo off the guys head. It left a giant red line on his forehead, you can even see it in his mugshots,” Jason said through his laughter.

“What was th-,” before you could finish, a woman interrupted your conversation with Jason. She was wearing a short red dress with matching lipstick and heels, her blonde hair in a bun, and a cosmo in her right hand.

“Excuse me honey,” she said condescendingly as she reached across the bar to ring the bell for a bartender. You coughed awkwardly as she stood between you and your boyfriend.

“You know what?” the blonde started, “Why don’t you go find another place to sit? Perhaps over there,” she pointed a finger at the other end over at the other end of the bar, where all of the creepy men were sitting and staring at drunk women dancing.

You scoffed and she smirked then turned her head to face Jason, “Why don’t you ask this tramp to leave us alone? Hm?” she had humour in her voice, but she definitely wasn’t drunk.

“Who do you think you are? That’s my boyfriend,” You said indignantly.

“Oh please, someone that looks like that would never hook up with the likes of you,” her words stung. You immediately grabbed your clutch and stormed out of the club, pushing through the crowds of drunks.

“Y/N! Wait!” Jason got up to chase after you. The blonde went to grab his arm but he pulled it away, “Fuck off.”

You ran outside and the chilly air made you shiver as soon as it made contact with your skin. At the realization that Jason had too much to drink to drive you home, you stamped your foot in frustration before walking to the sidewalk. Jason eventually made it through the drunken crowds and outside where you were. He ran over to your side, but was unsure of what to say.

“She was a drunken bitch, Y/N,” Jason rubbed his forehead.

You ignored him and attempted to flag down a taxi. One flew by, and you groaned. Jason put his hands in his pockets, ashamed that he was too intoxicated to drive you home. It didn’t even cross his mind earlier. Another taxi pulled over and the both of you got in. Jason texted Roy to pick up his motorcycle later.

When the taxi finally pulled over to the mansion, you stepped out and walked as fast as you could without sprinting towards the steps.

“Wait, can we talk about this?” Jason shouted.

“About what, Jason? The fact that I’m not pretty enough to be seen with you in public without whores throwing themselves at you?” You turned back around and stomped into the house.

Jason trailed behind you like a puppy, trying to find the correct words to string together but couldn’t find them.

You woke up the next morning still wearing the same dress and Jason’s leather jacket. Your heels were on opposite sides of the room, and when you went to pick them up, your reflection showed tear stains on your makeup. You sighed and put on clean clothes before preparing to face Jason after your dramatic drunk reaction. When you opened the door, Jason fell inwards onto your feet.

“OH MY GOSH,” you screamed as he woke up and got himself off of the floor.

“Shhhhhhhhhh, no loud noises,” he whispered, “Y/N! We have to talk,” he said as he rubbed his head.

“Hungover?” You asked.

“Unfortunately,” Jason leaned against the doorway.

“Me too.” You half smiled.

Jason smiled at your smile before his face going blank again, “I’m so sorry about what happened last night, I would’ve told her off but-I mean i should have but I-,” Jason stuttered, “I had this speech all planned out while waiting outside of the door- I can’t believe i forgot it all.”

You laughed and gave him a hug, “I was just as drunk as you were, Jay,” you said into his shoulder, “It was just me being overdramatic.”

“I just want you to know, what I’m about to say is going to be the cheesiest thing you’ll ever hear, but-you’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes. Sometimes I’ll watch you sleep and want to cry because you’re so perfect. I don’t deserve you, Y/N.”

You wanted to cry all over again, but squeezed Jason tighter, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He held you close.

You leaned back to look at him and tilted your head, “You watch me sleep?”

Jason awkwardly coughed and scratched his head, “I-uh-I-I mean, sometimes- not in a creepy way- I don’t-”

You laughed hysterically at his reaction and kissed him, “Don’t worry about it. I watch you sleep sometimes, too, but definitely in a creepy way,” you joked.

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Week 2. A bit of a mess in terms of staying on schedule, but oh well.

May 30

I woke up before 1PM.

One of the first things I did today was finishing up that big art project/commission I was working on the past few months. (This included email communication.)

Then I did dishes, spent most of my day chatting and discussing my next art project with a friend.

Wound up not getting exercise in and getting to bed extremely late. But after that project, I was pretty much spent for the day.

May 31

I woke up around same time as yesterday.

First, yesterday’s DD. 40 reverse plank kicks with EC (20/20). Still would consider this one a personal favorite! Pretty breezy work.

Second, today’s DD. 2′ arm scissors with EC. I counted 236 reps by the end. Very close to 2/sec. But it was a fun pace to aim for.

Third, Day 7 of the VP. Level 3, no rest. Like last time, I tried to do balancing variation as much as I could. I think my foot dropped few times. Lets see if I can manage only dropping to switch sides for whole WO, in future!

Fourth, Day 8 of the VP. Level 3, no rest. Probably was modestly confused about the arm circle illustration. But I ran with them being WIDE arm circles (more ROM, than usual.) That felt more like what was meant today than one other more awkward interp I made (where you spin arms more like a clock-face).

(After some chatting and watching Oldboy again, with a friend...)

Last, Day 7 of the CSP. Level 3, max rest. This well and truly kicked my ass. Arms were tired and elbows wound up getting a bit scraped in the process. Also dropped plank 1-2 times per set (usually after second round of up/downs). But I’m just glad I could get through it alright.

Spent rest of night chatting and watching Clue with friend.

Went to bed really late again, because I was playing some games. :P

June 1

I woke up after 1PM, today.

Spent some time queuing posts before getting to today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 climbers with EC. This was a fun one - I kinda did it in the sort of hopping variation for a change of pace.

Second, Day 7 of the MC. Backup & Restore WO + 5′ meditation. Pretty calming.

Third, Day 9 of the VP. Level 3, no rest. Very breezy work, focused a bit more on back flexibility. I enjoyed myself!

Fourth, Day 8 of the CSP. Level 3, max rest. Okay. My counts were pretty fast, in part due to left elbow tenderness (it was more scraped up from yesterday’s WO.) But I managed to get through it without dropping plank until set was done!

Last, Day 8 of the MC. 5′ meditation. A bit more restless this time around.

I also posted that commission over here, today. Didn’t like how WP sent it over to tumblr, day of completion. :P

I spent the rest of my night working on another art project and chatting. Got to bed later than yesterday.

June 2

I got up around the same time as yesterday.

First, today’s DD. 2′ jumping Ts with EC. I counted 126 reps by the end - took being mindful of my pace. I wanted to keep to 1/sec for sustainability. Got a bit winded and was so tempted to break it up. Glad I managed.

Second, Day 9 of the MC. 5′ meditation with OM Mantra. Pretty chill. The mantra does require a bit more concentration.

Third, Day 10 of the VP. Level 3. no rest. I think this made me aware of sore chest muscles (esp roughly the intercostals), think that was due to those recent alternating chest expansions. But nevertheless pretty breezy.

Fourth, Day 9 of the CSP. Level 3, 1′ rest. I probably could’ve shorten the rest more - since this was relatively breezy for the program. The plank walk-outs were the toughest part but only 2x5 of them is very doable.

Last, Day 10 of the MC. 1′ equal breathing + 5′ meditation.

I made some dinner... and got completely consumed by computer maintenance and playing Kingdom Hearts to pass the time (give more computer resources to scans/updates/backing-up). KH was also a sort of treat for me to get done with that big project.

It was a dubious choice. to have back-up run while i was trying to get some shut-eye. Because I think that may’ve affected how fast it would take. I still got to bed after dawn broke again...

June 3

I woke up around 2PM.

Pretty much my entire day was tanked finishing up that maintenance stuff. As far as KH progress, I got to the point in game where you scale Hollow Bastion the second time (screw Dragon!Maleficent... so much).

Okay... I technically FINALLY got around to some exercises after like 3AM.

First, today’s DD. 30 boat folds with EC. This took some willpower and my abs felt that. Probs would enjoy this one better if I did it at a sensible hour.

Second, Day 11 of the VP. Level 3, no rest, this was pretty intense on the arms.

(I did think abt whether to do CSP, but after 2/3ds of first set, I just had to tap out... too late + arms gotta a bit tired from VP. Bleh. So much for syncing things up at this rate...)

Last, Day 11 of the MC. Backup & Restore +10′ meditation. The synchronicity between challenge and technical stuff wasn’t intended. But this was a tough session - was pretty restless and a bit worried i didn’t set the timer. But glad I sat through to the end. Doing a slow count of breathes helped a bit.

I got to bed way too damn late. Like around 8AM, late.

June 4

I woke around noon, and with some gnarly calf cramping. Massaging it out made it simmer down - blame sleep dep.

One of the first things I did today was some exercise.

First, today’s DD. 50 back kicks with EC (25/25). Not much to say other than this was pretty manageable and fun.

Second, Day 12 of the VP. Level 3, no rest. Stretching/flexibility work again. Didn’t do the reps super slow, but i did them till the point I felt stuff being suitably stretched.

(After chatting, cards, dishes, feeding the dog, and washing night mask...)

Third, Day 10 of the CSP. Level 3, max rest. What a difference getting at least SOME sleep made. Elbows weren’t so happy with the seagulls - as they were still scraped up and scabbing over a bit. Stomach wasn’t super happy with the back extensions - but i didn’t eat too much and waited mostly long enough.

(DID think about doubling up on CSP, to catch-up faster... but not today.)

Last, Day 12 of the MC. 10′ meditation. I did a slow mental ct of my breaths, 1 per inhale and 1 per exhale (extending/spacing the syllables in my mind). Thoughts wandered occasionally, bu I managed to keep count to the late 80s before starting over. Found out ~90 cts at that pace can fit in 10′, good to know. It was very relaxing.

Then spent time doing some Twitch housekeeping, chatting, stream-set-up, and drawing before getting to bed. Stayed up past dawn, but at least earlier than yesterday.)

June 5

I woke up around noon.

I spent some time chatting, browsing stuff, before getting in some exercise. (Assuming that Hello Fresh was getting delayed, bro got some Chinese food. HF arrived pretty much as soon as he got back... pffft.)

First, today’s DD. 40 leg raises with EC. Manageable, but definitely started to feel it in the least 10-20 reps.

Last, Day 11 of the CSP. Level 3, max rest. Kicked my ass again. Almost lost my balance a couple times in last set, due to fatigue and lapses of attention.

(I did think about doubling up to catch-up with CSP, but decided not to.)

I then spent time doing stream set-up, chatting, and more drawing.

Got to bed later than yesterday.

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justjen523 · 7 years

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A Child of the Gods

Chapter 2

WARNING: Starting from this chapter forward there will be spoilers about the gods stories so if you haven’t read them yet you may want to hold off on reading my sequel until you do. However I will post which gods will have the spoilers at the beginning of each chapter so if you wish to continue you will know what to look out for.

(Series Rating E)

Spoiler Alert-

Zyglavis

An Unexpected Vision

Hue and I decided to break up. At least for the time being. We both needed time to think about everything. It had been several weeks since I had been to the mansion. I continued to go about my normal life keeping my unusual pregnancy a secret from everyone at work including Hiyori.

Morning sickness came and went and I found my appetite had suddenly become voracious. I guess carrying a half divine being required more than the average human baby. Oddly enough no matter how much I ate I never seemed to gain much weight. Hopefully just another perk of this peculiar pregnancy.

None of the gods came to visit per my request but I felt twelve pairs of eyes on me often. I had no doubt they were keeping an eye on me from the mansion and the Heaven’s. I was too embarrassed to see any of them in person after finding out that what I had once thought a series of extremely racy sex dreams to be unmistakable reality. It was true, I had slept with all twelve of them within twenty-four hours.

Unable to face reality I just trudged along pretending nothing out of the ordinary was happening and that worked great. Great until something I will remember for the rest of my life happened.

“Woah!” I dropped the cup of tea in my hands sending it shattering to the floor but couldn’t care any less. Both of my hands rested against my swollen tummy wondering if what I thought just happened actually did just happen. I waited patiently for quite a while but there was nothing. I must have been imagining it. I cleaned up the shards of the teacup before slowly returning to my room. Just as I was getting ready to sit down on my bed it happened again.

“What on Earth?!” Again I placed both hands on my abdomen and this time I actually felt it against my own hands.

“Oh my god!!!!” I shouted in surprise. Without warning my bedroom was suddenly crowded by twelve extremely concerned gods.

“Woah! What are you all doing here?” I looked around in surprise. They all exchanged looks and I was surprised it was Aigonorous that was the one to answer.

“We were worried when we heard you scream. Is everything okay?”

“Y-Yes, I mean I think so. I-” Before I could finish it happened again causing me to stop mid-sentence, my eyes going wide with a mixture of surprise, joy and confusion as I smiled at all of them. Before anyone could ask I was too excited to be experiencing this alone and reached out to the nearest god placing his hand on my tummy.

“H-Hey!” Scorpio turned a lovely shade of red till he too felt what I had been feeling. Unable to think of anything to say he settled for smiling at me when he realized what was going on.

“Pffft. This little rugrat is already be’in feisty. Must be a boy.”

“A boy?! Really? Do you think so?”

“Impossible. She isn’t far along enough for this type of movement. You must be mistaken.” As usual Zyglavis had to put a damper on things but if I was being honest I was also thinking the same thing. However something was absolutely going on and not wanting to miss the opportunity to convince him myself I pulled his hand to my stomach and held it there under mine just as another thump hit.

“I-I don’t believe it!” Zyglavis’ eyes were wide with disbelief yet tinted with unmistakable joy. I was so elated to feel this life inside me that the awkwardness that had been plaguing me and keeping me from the gods disappeared in an instant. With Zyglavis’ hand still underneath mine as he felt the faint thumping I smiled before leaning in and whispering in his ear.

“You’ve never looked so happy as you do right now. You would make an excellent Father Zyglavis.” He turned his head to face me and we were so close that we could kiss. He was blushing but his expression melted my heart. Without needing to say a word I could hear him loud and clear. His eyes were telling me ‘thank you’ as he smiled sweetly at me before pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. My heart fluttered at that simple gesture and then something strange happened.

A sudden flash of what felt like forgotten memories streamed through my mind at breakneck speed.

*** “I was just thinking, this room suits you.”

“More like your room is a disaster.” *** “You may be a Punishments god, but the way you mercilessly, emtionlessly punish one person after another...it’s like you’re no different than a human who repeatedly, coldheartedly does evil deeds. I always thought gods were more merciful, loving beings.” “I have no use for foolishness like ‘mercy’. I punish humans as only a god can, with absolute justice. In the world there is right and wrong, good and evil, and nothing in-between. Evil must be justly punished by the gods. That is the only way balance on Earth can be maintained.” *** “Do I have something stuck on my face? As I have said many times before, I have absolutely no interest-” “I know! Quit accusing me of trying to give you sexy looks!” *** “I’m going to cast a magic spell to take the ouchie away. Chi-Chi-pwi-pwi...Tadaaa!” (”No way! Chi-chi-pwi-pwi”!!?? What the...? I can’t believe I just witnessed that.) *** “Are you crying?” “No, um...I-I’m sorry...I’m trying to stop crying...” “You...You are crying for someone else’s sake...?” “Zyglavis?” “You can cry when you want to cry.” *** “Zyglavis...I said a bunch of mean things that I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” “Do you really believe a god would be bothered by something a human said to him?” “Yes. The things I said did bother you, didn’t they?” *** “I like the kind Zyglavis better than the harsh mean Zyglavis. I wanted you to be nice to me too.” “You would like me to be kind to you?” “Yes. If you’re forcing yourself to be stern and inflexible, you don’t have to do it anymore. At least not in front of me. I love this Zyglavis, the kind Zyglavis. I definitely prefer him to the angry version.” “...Using the word ‘love’ so lightly with a god...” *** “You’re staring.” “Hmm?” “When you stare at me that hard...I can’t help but notice right away.” *** “I should have known it was a mistake to show a human mercy.” “!” “I believe staying with you may lead me to make more mistakes in judgement.” *** “Are you really leaving?” “I am the Minister of the Department of Punishments. I cannot allow myself to make any further mistakes. My actions probably put you in danger.” “But you saved me today...” *** “Please, Zyglavis. Don’t go, Give me one more chance. Try to trust me again. Stay. I don’t want you to go Zyglavis. I can’t change the fact that I hurt you but...I don’t want to lose you!” “...” “Wait! Don’t go!” *sob* “Don’t lead me astray any more than you already have...” *** “Goodbye.” *** “I at least wanted to see you one last time. Goodbye, Zyglavis...Thank you for everything. (Zyglavis, I think...I’ve been in love with you all along.) *** “She’s not crying because she’s scared for her own life. Her tears...They’re being shed for someone else’s sake...She’s crying for me. Her tears are pure and beautiful.”***

“Ill continue to protect you if you’ll have me. I’d like to live my life with you.” “What....?” “It seems I’ve...fallen in love with you.” *** “I swear to use everything I have and everything I am to protect you.” “Me too...I’ll never let you be sad again. I’ll always be here for you.” “I love you from the bottom of my heart.” ***

When it passes I immediately look up at Zyglavis and am startled when I realize I am crying. We stare at each other in confusion a moment, both of us wearing pained expressions like we both saw something we shouldn’t have.

“Z-Zyglavis?” Completely shaken he pulls away.

“F-Forgive me, I must go.” And with that he disappears into thin air. ‘What on Earth just happened!? What were those? I don’t....understand. Why do I suddenly feel so sad?’

“The hell just happened?” Scorpio is sizing me up as if I intentionally did something to Zyglavis.

“I....honestly don’t know....” I really am unsure and it’s not like I could just blurt out what I saw in front of everyone.

“Zig looked pretty shakn’ up, I better go check on him.” With that Scorpio too disappeared. I soon realized I no longer felt the movement I was feeling earlier.

“Oh. I’m sorry guys, it seems the little one has...fallen asleep.” A wave of disappointment washed through the room and after a ton of well wishes and pleasantries everyone goes home.

As I lay in my bed I can’t stop thinking about everything I saw when Zyglavis kissed me. I don’t remember any of those things ever happening. Was it a vision of the future? Am I going to end up with Zyglavis? Is this HIS child? Too many questions left me sleepless all night.

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