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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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on the phone during (; — kokushibo, muzan

Author’s Note: no normal thoughts allowed! 😤 Only 😏 thoughts! 😂

on the phone during (; — kokushibo, muzan

Kokushibo x Reader, Muzan x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: 18+NSFW, degrading language, Fem!Reader, implied bondage, overstimulation, squirting

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I was wondering if you write for Muzan and Kokushibo. It might be crazy, but it could be funny. The reader is Sanemi’s sister. Maybe some headcanons of Muzan and Koku making love with the reader, while she’s in the middle of a call with their brother? They try to stay focused but our evil pals make it hard👀❤️

~faqs~

Immediate disclaimer that these headcanons are going to be #short bc they’re for an emergency request

(I specify in my faqs that the trade off for emergency requests being prioritized is that they’re also consequently ~shorter)

Anywho, onto the spice 😌

Update 1: jk, it’s mostly crack oops 😅

Update 2: jk, I got carried away writing Muzan’s 🥵

KOKUSHIBO

—Alright, so I just read a bit of Kokushibo’s backstory on wiki (which is what I often do when writing for unfamiliar-to-me/new characters #don’t mind me being an anime only gal)

—And DAMN

—I knew it was tragic, but like *le sigh* 💔

—I digress 😶

If you were on the phone w/ someone Kokushibo might deem ~competition, then he’d def be cocky and sly and merciless #riperoni your pussy as hell 😎

But since it’s Sanemi aka your brother?

Kokushibo’s mostly embarrassed 😖

“Hang up! Hang! Up!” he hisses into your ear, thrusts stuttering at the sound of Sanemi’s irritated grumble crackling through your phone, “Why did you even pick up?????” 😭

“No, Sanemi,” you grin faintly, biting at your tongue to suppress a breathy whine, “I’m not busy.”

“You’re having sex,” Sanemi scoffs plainly, markedly unimpressed, “Is this payback for when you walked in on me and-”

“YOU TOLD ME YOU’D BE OUT FOR THE NIGHT.” 😡

“Plans change. Sorry our house was closer.”

“Sorry you couldn’t wait to get your dick wet,” you snap, “Sorry you couldn’t text me a heads up so I could stay the fuck away!”

“WELL YOU GOT YOUR REVENGE, SO END THE FUCKING CALL.”

“Why didn’t you end it when you realized what was going on?” you smirk

“Because I wasn’t 100% confident,” he growls, tacking on darkly, “Until you confirmed my suspicions, of course,” scowling to himself, “And I’m trying to be less of an asshole and not just randomly hang up on you.”

Meanwhile, poor Kokushibo’s cock is slowly but surely softening, his hands splayed awkwardly on your ass 🫠

“Aww Sanemi, that’s actually really thoughtful of-” 🥺

*Sanemi randomly hangs up on you* 😞

“Are you satisfied?” Kokushibo pouts immediately, chest pressing hot against your back as he leans over you, practically batting your phone out of your hand, “I need help.”

Giggling, you roll your hips backward, chin turning to peer at him, “Thanks for your patience.” 😇

“Don’t thank me yet,” he mutters, watching the arch of your spine, thumbs digging into the plush of your sides, quickly recovering from his momentary loss of arousal, voice lowering smoothly, “You’re going to help me, hm?”

“Am I?” you hum nonchalantly, clenching your walls around him, laughing at his unabashed groan

“You certainly are,” he murmurs, always so poised before the storm

You know you won’t be answering any more calls when he pushes your face into the mattress, other hand slipping between your thighs

“That’s right sweetheart, you’re going to help me cum with those pretty, needy orgasms of yours.”

MUZAN

—I did my best to write Muzan ~not entirely toxic, but like, well, it’s Muzan lmao 🥴

Needless to say, Muzan and Sanemi do not get along 😬

But, again, since Sanemi’s your brother (vs a potential/past lover), I don’t think Muzan would be particularly fond of you talking on the phone w/ Sanemi during sex 🤨

Perhaps a case of butt dialing would be more likely?

Or maaaybe

Sanemi’s calling you repeatedly (for stupid, sibling shit lol)

But you’re in no position to answer 🫢

No position to answer = tied spread eagle to the bedframe w/ a vibrator held firmly—by Muzan, obvi—against your clit, bedsheets already damp from your sweat and earlier orgasms

And eventually, Muzan loses his patience 🙃

Sure, he could just relocate your phone

Or break it

Or put it on Do Not Disturb

But he already dislikes Sanemi, so he might as well put him in his place (???)

—Muzan, Do Not Disturb really would’ve solved the prob, but #you do you 🤠

Still holding the vibrator against your clit, Muzan reaches for your phone 😵‍💫

“Hello Sanemi, most people give up calling after their second attempt.”

Your head lifts when Muzan says Sanemi, both intrigued and flustered, but before you can voice your confusion, Muzan pinches your thigh Pay no attention here, focus on cumming for me

“Why the fuck did you pick up?” Sanemi snarls

“Because your sister’s occupied.”

“The hell does that mean?”

Smirking, Muzan glances nonchalantly at your trembling form, your orgasm steadily building as your shiny, swollen clit makes a mess of the vibrator

“Do you really want to know?” Muzan drawls, mouthing a command to you

Cum

Your silent orgasm spills over as Sanemi promptly hangs up (no doubt red in the face), Muzan’s smugness permeating through the bedroom at your open mouth and dazed expression, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation

Bc Muzan’s still holding the vibrator against your clit

“Keep going,” he murmurs, fixated on the pleasure-pain writhing through your body, soft ropes taut as you try (and fail) to escape from the vibrator’s pressure, your strangled wail music to his ears, “That’s it darling, just like that,” his stare fully darkened and in control as you convulse, finally squirting with a overwhelmed scream

Taking pity on you, he sets the vibrator aside, rubbing greedily at your shaking legs, your skin smeared and glistening as he roughly thrusts two fingers into your pussy, relishing the wet, sloppy noise of your essence

“What a filthy cunt,” Muzan grins, “So beautifully wrecked.”

Dw! 😃

You have a safe word in case you actually feel wrecked, and Muzan respects your boundaries 🫡

After all, he needs to gain your trust before he can push them 😃

—WOWIE I did not mean to get so intense for Muzan 🫣

#headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kokushibo kny #kokushibo demon slayer #kokushibo x reader #muzan kny #muzan demon slayer #muzan x reader

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pomellon · 10 months

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This is about ur dragon bad sanses:

What if the lot of them found a baby dragon? Like, its group was taken out and its orphaned, sad scene.

Its roughed up from the big wild outdoors. Skittish, a smidge spicy, and very cute.

For funsies, its a floofy one. Those r the cutest to me.

~🌺

I honestly think Nightmare, Dust, and Killer wouldn't care much but it depends a bit on where they are in the story. Dust and Killer might feel pity at most but then carry on. It's not really that they don't care but more that they've seen so much bad stuff they kind of just got used to passing it by. They might both also secretly fear that they will just make the situation worse for the baby if they get involved.

If this happens after Nightmare and Dream have formed a truce I think Night would at least take the baby and hand them over to the Stars. His inner conscience, that definitely sounds a little bit too much like Dream, would nag him for days if he did nothing.

Out of all of em Cross and Horror would be the ones who would definitely try to approach and take care of the baby! Once again depending on where in the story. Cross early on who probably just get the baby to a safe place and make sure they have food, water, and shelter before leaving, maaaybe to come back and check on them. Cross after the truce would no doubt take em in, but probably similar to Nightmare handing them off to the Stars to make sure they're safe.

Horror is the one that would get attached and want to keep the baby no matter what. He's a big sweetheart, especially when it comes to small dragons and creatures, and he has very strong protective instincts so even if someone tried to take the baby he'd probably snap at em. He’s a big strong guardian and when he decides to guard that’s it!

So if the whole gang stumbled upon a lil spicy hatchling I can see Cross trying to approach them first, only to hesitate a bit if they scurry away or hiss at him. Horror would probably take over eventually and just lay down and wait for the baby to come to him, taking the patient and gentle approach.

Killer and Dust would lose interest after awhile and Nightmare probably grows impatient, so I can see them leaving Cross and Horror to it and just deicide to deal with the consequences later XD

#nightmare sans #killer sans #dust sans #cross sans #horror sans #utmv dragon au #bad sans gang #This also reminds me I have not written down the whole storyline for this au and I really should welp #pom talks #thanks for the ask 💖!#🌺 anon

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ward-leon · 5 months

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the following text is my thoughts about a side character in twa sponsorship wars (season 2). although his role (and fate) doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, i'm still putting this under a readmore.

you're welcome to read this if you don't know who that guy even is. i'm not your mom and i won't judge, but there will be slight spoilers. (and i alternate between he and they for conspiracy guy sometimes.)

anyway,

hey guys wouldn't it be terrible if commercial breaker just... became a blurry memory for everyone after his death?

the knights do not mention him being gone.

he's never brought up again.

it's like he never existed in the first place.

the knights have these very vague memories of him. they can remember that there was probably one more knight, and that maaaybe they were a quintet before sir newguy appeared, but they won't be able to tell who was there with them.

there was an extra pair of pauldrons in the knights' armory. it belongs to no one now. there's a pair of shoes to go with it, but no chestplate. just a piece of cloth, a fur collar and a mask.

conspiracy guy remembers backstabbing someone. they can't tell who it was, and probably disregard the memories as unimportant. i mean, how can you be haunted by someone you didn't even know, right?

of course, those were likely left behind with commercial breaker, but that's if we choose to believe conspiracy guy didn't loot his corpse just to sell the equipment as scrap metal before hiding the remains under the copious amounts of money. i mean, all that armor's got to be worth something, the conspiracy is in a tough spot money-wise, so... why not take megacorp's money and the armor?

(oh wait it would be too heavy for conspiracy guy alone to carry. nvm. give the armor to dl (he probably needs it more for his minions anyway) and take the money.)

although, now that i think about it...

wouldn't it also be kind of messed up if conspiracy guy was the only one who could actually remember him?

they backstabbed that guy and got away with it.

they buried him in the vault. nobody noticed.

what blood there was on them had seeped through the cardboard box.

it was a shabby disguise anyway.

no one took note of him going somewhere and taking it off, cutting out the bloody parts, and putting it back on.

that guy had a face, a name, an identity - but no one else thinks that way, apparently.

he's haunted by the spectre of a man who, according to everyone else, may not have even existed.

...but maybe i'm just rambling about nonsense and trying to explain what could probably be just a writing mistake and a continuity error on jp's part. i dunno. tell me your thoughts on this if you read all that or something

#random ramblings #not a reblog #terrible writing advice #death mention #murder mention

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visionthefox · 28 days

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I definitely think you're right about how Eclipse showed up in the dream, how Sun's mind may be trying to get him to move forwards from old Eclipse, it's also interesting that with Eclipse, unlike the others afterwards, Eclipse just walks out, if this were to happen in reality, the endpoint of development could be Eclipse learning to pave his own way without the twins occupying his mind, and the twins(Sun especially, who was the most traumatized, and Moon's right, Sun doesn't have to forgive him, but they can all still move forward) doing the same...The others...Are a lot more absurd Sun is still visibly shaken and scared of Bloodmoon, as one might expect, though it was funny that Bloodmoon sorta broke the 4th wall acknowledging the real them would probably never apologize, could the whole "maybe one day you'll see us as family" thing is in reference to Sun saying "I would've loved to have another brother" to his hallucination a while back? The Catnap one was...Weird, could Sun either still feel salty about Catnap showing up trying to live there, or conversely feel bad about absolutely going off at them? Ruin's was probably wish-fulfillment, since so far there's been no dice for actually restoring the destroyed dimensions(maaaybe Solar could be brought back in some way but so far nothing on reversing that), also could it be that Moon was functioning as a sort of moderator for Sun's emotions, since he told both Bloodmoon and Ruin, two people who Sun currently has very heightened emotions about, to leave as a way to de-escalate? Sun having no tolerance for the Creator is on-brand, and of course the whole buying Fazbear thing seems crystal clear, I think the point where the dream started going off the rails is when the Creator said he wanted to be their dad again, which is something I don't think anybody wants Then everything nosedives with KC, Sun says that they "moved past" everything but who knows if that's fully true, it's interesting that Moon dips out here, it could be that Moon leaving was the indication that the whole dream/nightmare was about to spiral out of control, with Sun's mind pulling out everybody who he's had negative interactions with in the past, if Moon hadn't woke him up would he have seen other people? I am surprised Old Moon didn't show up or was even mentioned Got a bit carried away with the analysis there, who knows if any of this makes sense What do you think?

(me seeying a long ask _ happy sounds_) oh ye ye! I feel in Sun's very organic mind- he knows he must let go, and maybe deep down he wished Eclipse to change- I mean. solar is an eclipse! Sun knows how bad Eclipse had it- but if Moon did change.. why not Eclipse? simple.. this one? is mean to be the copy of that simple minded personality.. and we saw how much this does affect Eclipse he is- while Sun is dreaming-totally having a internal crisis over what - who he is- is he himself? does he keep playing the act? does he finally break free of the chain of trauma? Sun may want Eclipse to find peace.. is why he made Eclipse be still grumpy, but honest. is what he wish- yet soon the mind ran with these "forgiveness" dream into a nightmare of nonesense- as most dream happend to be now BM! totally forgot they ever said that! maybe you be right- Sun is still deep down a good AI- maybe the guilt over "failing" to help BM still hits him- same as Eclipse, he could have step in- but didnt out of fear.. with BM- I feel is a mix of, VA having fun- but also Sun telling himself "what you want for, is this absurd- people just wont change over night" harsh like BM often is! for everyone, as mentioned, is dream going wild as dream do- Creator saying all of this way maybe some old wished Sun had? yet maybe also a bit of nighmare- having him as a dad is way worst- I think so yea- for OldMoon.. I feel if if the dream continued- he could have showed up, break the 4th wall saying all othe most critics his character had- while also being the final goodbye Sun may still need? ohh anon, I love what you bring to the dream theory~ <3 thanks you so so much!

#sams #tsams #ask #also yea- got lazy with the ask tags let me be #but yea dream theoryyy lets goooooo

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xluciifer · 2 months

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- kicks your door in - FINE, you want Kitty to bite you? Wish fucking granted! There is a fucking reason why Kitty does not speak like an organic individual does, and why her teeth retract when it's time for oral. Because she is not fucking meant to open her mouth! What happens when she opens her mouth? It's for self-defense! Her jaw and mouth unhinge, revealing the exoskeleton underneath, and you get sharp cerulean metal plates ( her 'teeth' ) and smaller sharper teeth along the edges - She clamps down right on the meat of Lucifer's neck and shoulder area. This is not a sexy bite, by the way, this is not playful, this is one of her defense mechanisms; so congratulations! Kitty has bitten Lucifer! Let that gold blood spill xoxo

Maaaybe he got a little carried away with her. He didn't know what he did to get her like this but one thing was for sure as he saw the display before him: he didn't realize the animal he's unleashed within her and he could only think one thing upon seeing it.

That's kind of hot.

His gaze grows dark with seduction as she rears her teeth into the crook of his neck without a moment's notice, sharp edges tearing into his skin where gold started to spill. He had an incredibly high tolerance to pain, so this was nothing more than pleasurable for him.

A deep, low groan escaped him as she manhandled him into place, refusing to let go and he didn't mind. Not at all. It was extremely rare to see her unhinged and feral, and not her usual adorable self that he admired seeing. But this was awakening something else in him.

⸺ ❝ Nnn ... better lick up any blood you spill, Kitty. I didn't know you could be so ... aggressive. ❞

#kttybot #NOBODY PERCEIVE ME #sinner questions.

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captain-neutrino · 2 years

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Before tumblr ate the ask, I believe it was @selfshippinglover who asked me something along the lines of "all the remaining asks for captaineer?"

To which i hilariously and charmingly responded, "Every single one???? You absolute mad lad." (If i got the wrong user im so sorry im at wits end after my answers got deleted 😭)

1) Who is the most affectionate?

The captain. Always with the shoulder pats and the ruffling of Mark's hair <3

2) Big spoon/Little spoon?

I feel like they just kinda collapse into each other when they're ready to rest and whatever assortment their bodies find themselves in is what they roll with djsskdj

3) Most common argument?

...How much they should tell the crew about what happened. If they should turn themselves in. Mark doesn't think anyone needs to know, the captain feels alone with the secret, Mark doesn't know why confiding in him isn't enough for them

4) Favorite non-sexual activity?

Looking at stars and terrains probably, they both have a big thirst for adventure and discovery

5) Who is most likely to carry the other?

The captain, as we've seen them do to Mark many times with their Strong Grip

7) What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

The captain stops calling Mark by his surname, which honestly wasn't that noticeable of a change for anyone since the crew heads all seem to be on first name basis, but Capt. Neutrino was more formal at first. Mark definitely noticed the difference right away and tried calling them by their last name instead of their title (Neutrino's first name is not easily accessible info)

9) Who worries the most?

They both have heavy weights on their minds: for the captain its 100,000 living souls, for Mark its uncountable dead ones.

11) Who tops?

I feel like given the content in the film, both Mark and the captain are canonically switches, but Im a top so im gonna have to go ahead and say my captain is a top too lmao

12) Who initiates kisses?

Usually the captain since Mark has trouble working up the courage sometimes; its still weird for him to think that he's allowed to kiss THE captain.

13) Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

The captain.

...It became a habit.

15) Who wakes up first?

Mark. No matter how hard the captain tries, that man is just always up even Earlier somehow. Like, the captain could wake up at 5am only to find that Mark has been up since 2am, absurd hours

16) Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

The captain. The captain needs their sleep.

But srsly, they never feel rested; Captain Neutrino sleeps whenever they can get a moment to shut their eyes. Mark is the opposite, always trying to stay awake at all hours with a cup of coffee in his hand, working. Trying to make up for what he did

18) Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

I think the two of them would take to eating with the colonists in the ship's cafeteria. But sometimes the captain gets notes with their lunch anyways: "STAY OUTTA MY KITCHEN"

19) Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Mark does, there's no way he would be able to keep his mouth shut about it. He probably bragged about dating the captain before it was even official

20) What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

If we're going by likely canon reactions... everyone thinks its BS that Mark gets to date them lmao, the captain is way out of his league. Potential jealousy aside, Mark's family/friends are happy for him, while some ppl (Celci) think its unprofessional/inappropriate

I haven't thought of any friends or family for Neutrino so for now this is N/A

21) Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

As in initiating it? Maaaybe Mark, he seems to be the first to go for high fives, hand shakes, and fist bumps

23) Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Mark would try coming up with some at Burt's suggestion, and then immediately stop the first time Captain Neutrino scowls at him 😂

24) Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Neither, they're both the type to get sucked into their work or whatever they're doing, so they don't side track each other like that

#captaineer #head engineer #captain #captain sona #captain neutrino #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm spoilers #iswm head engineer #engineer markiplier #iswm captaineer #captain's log #burt #iswm burt #celcionna f kelvina #iswm celci #asks #ask game

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nickys-theater-blog · 1 year

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Hamilton Review!!!

so i just saw hamilton in boston and thought i’d give a review!

first off, i really enjoyed it!!! the cast was AMAZING (i wanna say better than the original but i feel i’ll make someone mad, so i’ll keep that to myself). there was tons of potential and it was met!!! beyond expectations!!! i cant just lump everyone together so i wanna give reviews on each character

before i start that i just wanna say THE CAST WAS SO ATTRACTIVE? LIKE I USUALLY DONT NOTICE STUFF LIKE THAT BUT EVEN MY GRANDMA WAS LIKE “i feel like this cast was so much better looking than the original, especially aaron burr” AND. I HAVE TO AGREE WITH HER. but moving on…

Hamilton: Pierre Jean Gonzalez

yes. i loved him. at first i wasn’t a HUGE fan bc he was different compared to lin, BUT THEN IT GOT PROMISING. he was HANDSOME AS HELL and he had a strong voice. it was very husky which i wasn’t a huge fan of, but then again, it got promising as the show went on.

Eliza: Nikisha Williams

she was beautiful, she had a very easy voice to listen to… but i WILL say that it didn’t carry the emotion and control i wish it did. her voice was relatively… flat (i’m sorry i feel so bad) and her voice was almost too strong on some occasions. but i really liked her. i do wish that toward the end she could’ve been more heart-shattering, but maybe i’m just used to phillipa being an ICON in act two.

Burr: Jared Dixon

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. first, HANDSOME. LIKE REALLY HANDSOME. AND TALL?! but honestly, i fucking loved this guy. his voice was relatively more higher compared to leslie, but it wasn’t annoying like i’d thought it would be. he was AMAZING at vocal control, but he didn’t have to strongest voice (not a negative thing tbh). he had a very soft voice and loud one when needed and i loved it. especially in “the room where it happens”. he wasn’t as energetic as leslie but near the end (apparently, i didn’t notice) he and the ensemble did choreo related to magic mike? but anyway I LOVED HIM.

Angelica: Ta’rea Campbell

i love this girl. just as a person. but as angelica… i wasn’t completely thrown away or swept off my feet. she has a nice strong voice and is a great actor, but it wasn’t tremendous (GOD I FEEL LIKE A BITCH)

Washington: Marcus Choi

i. was. fucking. blown. away. this guy was amazing. and again, HANDSOME AS HELL. GOD I WAS MELTING IN MY SEAT. he was just stunning. and his skills did not disappoint. no matter what, whether singing solo or in a group, you can hear this man. his voice just stands out. his acting was relatively great, but i wasn’t focusing on that tbh. but i truly loved him as washington. my grandma thought it was hilarious that they casted an asian man as washington. (i mean the majority, if not ALL of the cast were pocs)

Lafayette/Jefferson: Jared Howelton

don’t get me fucking started. my favorite fucking character regardless of who plays it, but this guy made it all the better. i needed to take a breather at intermission bc of how excited i was getting to see him as jefferson. he was just so ICONIC as lafayette. he was definitely meant to be the comedic relief, and it was amazing to compare his to daveed’s portrayal. he was more funny, and like even the way he walked (as jefferson he had this “i’m great and everyone loves me and i’m swagger” walk going on. i fucking adored it.) and talked was on point and HILARIOUS. he had a very deep and tantalizing voice (is that the right word?) and he was also very handsome. do i prefer his over the original? maaaybe. they were both iconic in their own ways. so i’m not sure. but like I LOVE THIS GUY.

Mulligan/Madison: Desmond Sean Ellington

didn’t really stand out. i honestly don’t think he was as iconic as the original portrayal. but he was relatively great.

Laurens/Philip: Elijah Malcomb

he was SO DIFFERENT compared to anthony’s portrayal. it’s so hard to put it into words. more energy, but less homoeroticism (unfortunately). his voice was naturally really high so when he came in as philip i was like “??? is there a child onstage?” but i think he added to the effect on purpose. his death was HEARTBREAKING. i loved him tho.

Peggy/Maria: Jen Sese

now this is gonna sound bitchy, but i was not impressed. maybe jasmine was just so iconic that she outshines everyone, but i’m not sure. it’s not like i didn’t like her, she’s just fine, but her portrayal was just kinda… boring. she just lacked something (zazz? idk man). her portrayal as maria lacked the confidence and sexual tension. her vocals were okay, same with the acting. (please don’t take this personally 😭)

King George: Neil Haskell

i loved him. like a lot. compared to jon, his king was more… energetic and… god it’s hard to find words. but jon’s king was very poised and on point and stiff, but neil’s king wasn’t. (i’m not hating on either, i loved both portrayal sm) but this king was also a lot funnier and the way he moved and carried himself was great. but he sounded congested??? the entire show??? like idk he just sounded funky but it made it funnier. his accent was kinda horrible but it was great. and the way he said “jOHN aDAMS” was great. amazing king

Charles Lee: Tristan Hill

i wasn’t gonna include this character but i just wanted to say, he was probably the most attractive person in the cast. and his voice matched. sorry for being a bastard, i’ll go now.

Ensemble

I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THE CHOREO IN THIS. obvi it wasn’t the exact same IT WAS EVEN BETTer. like everyone was just perfect and on point. and everyone was hot as hell. and muscly. really amazing honestly.

just wanted to say i loved this show a lot. the stage looked really good and they did a lot more with lights and i love it. very pleasing to watch. also, THERE WERE ASL INTERPRETERS THERE. IT WAS SO AMAZING. I WAS SO HAPPY THEY DID THAT (i don’t need an interpreter in any way, but i just loved them being there) it was very fun to see how they interpreted the show. and there were only FOUR OF THEM? and they did great??? very often during the show i would compare there acting to the actors on stage. it was great

sorry this is so long, but i just needed to do this.

#hamilton #i loved it!!!#def recommend if you can go see it #i included cast names #idk if i should’ve done that #someone tell me if i should take them out

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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L.S.S.: Are you ready to answer some more asks, Mitch?

Mitch(5): Uh, yeah! I’m ready! … is, ah, everything okay, Sally? You seem a little… uh…

L.S.S.: What?

Mitch(5): N… no, nothing! Ahah, I’m sorry! I’m just being weird… sorry… forget I said anything! [nodding]

Mitch(5): Oh! Oh! Aww, that does sound cute!! Eheehee, I wonder if their bones would rattle together when they purred… but would it be like, just a skeleton, or would they have organs, too? Like, it’s all kept in place by invisible skin, and you can see all the guts moving and doin’ stuff, like how when snails swallow some food, you can see it goin down their throats and into their tummies…? Ahah, that would be SO NEAT!! I want a kitty-cat like that!!

L.S.S.: Heh, I should have known you’d like something like that…

Mitch(5): Mm-hmm! Sometimes, things that look really scary at first can turn out to be the best things ever…~! You just gotta give them the benefit of the doubt, ya’know…?

L.S.S.: …

Mitch(5): Ah! Ah!! [indecipherable] Sally, you would look SO CUTE with your hair curly!! Can I do it, pleeease?

L.S.S.: Uh… yeah, I guess, just… be careful with the curling iron, okay?

Mitch(5): Don’t worry! I’ll be extra, extra, extra careful!! I’ll keep it on low heat, just in case… Oh, and we can use these ribbons to tie it up in bows… oh, oh, let me get my hair clips! Oooh, you’re gonna look so adorable, even more adorable than usual….~ [gasping] We should pick out an outfit for you, too!! I think some of my clothes will fit you, or at least a lot of my accessories will… Ehehe, I never thought I’d be able to play dress-up with my boyfriend~ Eheeeheehee, it’s like having my very own life-sized, talking dollie to play with… [giggling] This is gonna be so much fun…~

L.S.S.: …………..

Mitch(5): …. Ah- I… I’m sorry, I… we don’t have to play dress-up, if you don’t want to! I just… I know you wear dresses sometimes, but I guess my clothes might not really be your style… I’m sorry, I got all excited and got carried away…

L.S.S.: No, it’s… it’s fine. You can dress me up if you want to.

Mitch(5): ………….

Ah…. Sal, ya’know, if… if you’re getting bored, er… if you wanna do something else, we can! Or…. you can go home, if you wanna… I know you’ve been over for a while, it must be getting… ah… well, I understand wanting to go home! You know I don’t go out much. It won’t hurt my feelings, if you just need some time to yourself… Everyone needs alone time, sometimes… [fidgeting]

L.S.S.: …….

Mitch(5): ………

L.S.S.: … No, I… I’ll stay. I’m sorry, I’m just a little… tired today…

Mitch(5): Oh… ah, well, we don’t have to do anything, if you’re tired! We have been doing a lot... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t take a break, or like we have always to be doing things when we’re together…

L.S.S.: It’s not… let’s just take it easy today, okay?

Mitch(5): Okay! A lazy day together sounds really nice! [nodding]

Mitch(5): Yum, this looks delicious! Thank you so much!! Gosh, we’ve been having some good eats the last few days, huh, Sally?

L.S.S.: Yup, we sure have, thanks to our friends, and thanks to all the experimenting we did in the kitchen the other day…

Mitch(5): [squeak] Eheehee, yeah, it sure has been tasty, especially with you there to help…~

Ah, I’d really love to have the soup for dinner, but I…. as nice as the pancakes are, Meadow, I kinda wanted Sally and I to make a batch of our own again… it was a lot of fun making them with you, Sally, and we still have some strawberries left, so…

L.S.S.: Uh, well… I don’t see a reason for them to go to waste. We can do both- Cinnamon pancakes for a late breakfast, then soup for lunch, and then we can make strawberry pancakes for dinner.

Mitch(5): Yeah? You don’t mind having the same thing twice…?

L.S.S.: They might be the same, but they’re still different…. What’s wrong with having both?

Mitch(5): You’re right! If you really like something, it’s nice to have it often, maaaybe with a few different ingredients thrown in to keep it interesting. Eheehee, I’m glad you don’t mind… I tend to eat the same things a lot, so…

L.S.S.: Oh, I know, you eat the same things almost every day.

Mitch(5): Huh? You’ve noticed…?

L.S.S.: Uh- yeah! You always have the same stuff in the fridge when i come over, so…

Mitch(5): Eheh, yeah, I’m a creature of habit… I’m glad you don’t think it’s weird…~

L.S.S.: No, I… do that, too… uh, let’s eat these before they get soggy, huh?

Mitch(5): Okay! You wanna watch something while we eat? Your pick!

L.S.S.: Sure! A late breakfast in bed with you sounds perfect…

#the staycation 🏡💙#l.s.s. answers #neighbor!mitch #meadow chan #lime #tw objectification #tw organs #tw death #tw unsanitary #tw yandere #meet the fishers

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soulsxng · 1 year

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[ 🤪 ] what is your muse’s sense of humour like? are they known for being joking, or serious?

[ 👶 ] is your muse good with kids, or do they prefer to avoid them?

[ 👻 ] does your muse have regrets? what are some of their deepest ones?

Sivel

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[ 🤪 ] what is your muse’s sense of humour like? are they known for being joking, or serious?

Sivel is generally known for being a very serious person, but that's mostly just how he tries to make himself appear. He's really good at it by now, so it works out, but really he's a lot more lighthearted than he seems. Especially with people that he enjoys being around, (or people that he hates, ironically) a lot of his humor and joking is of the teasing or sarcastic variety.

Other big ones for him are the sly little comments that click after the conversation is over, and then have the person laughing to themselves-- or, Sivel giving big, dramatic reactions to totally normal things.

A friend teases him back after he started it? Blasphemy! Betrayal of the highest order! He will now die, thank you very much!

If he considers the other person a good enough friend, he'll even start playing little tricks on them here and there. Harmless ones, designed to make them smile, but tricks none-the-less!

[ 👶 ] is your muse good with kids, or do they prefer to avoid them?

Sivvie's actually really good with kids! He didn't have the chance to raise his own, but he was old enough when Naya, his younger sister, was born, that he was able to learn and help take care of her! And when Naya eventually had her son, Sivan, Sivel was around constantly to help her raise him until he was the equivalent of 5-7 years old, since Sivan's father wasn't in the picture.

Still, nowadays especially, he's the type to "play" with babies that are watching him. Making faces, fluttering his wings at them, using little bits of magic-- whatever he can to get them to smile. He's pretty comfortable with children of all ages, and they tend to respond well to him overall, too!

The thought of having another kid of his own and raising them is frightening to him, though. He staunchly believes that a big part of why Ania turned out so well, is because it was Naya that primarily raised her. Mostly because of things he's done in the past, enemies he's made, etc, he's afraid that if he tries to raise a kid, that he's going to mess up, no matter how hard he tries to do right by them.

[ 👻 ] does your muse have regrets? what are some of their deepest ones?

He has many, but listen. Like many of his fears, pain, and dread, he buries that shit! The epitome of "If I ran as much in real life as I run from my problems, I would be a gold medal athlete", I swear to you.

But anyway! Right off the top of my head, there's three that come up most often.

He regrets not being there to raise Ania. Pretty self-explanatory. He died literally within a few hours of her being born, and actually never even got to see her before he was killed. Even if he's afraid he might not have been as great a father as she deserved, not being able to be there for her at all wins over that fear without contest.

He regrets what happened between he and his brother, Nesimah. TO A POINT. Yes, he's still angry with Nesimah. No, he hasn't forgiven him for everything that happened. But he also knows now, that he let his rage get the best of him, and Nesimah is unable to get rid of the scars from that to this day. Sivel is still angry with him, but he still regrets that he let himself get so carried away, because in doing so, he pretty much threw away his relationship with Nesimah, as well as any chance at repairing said relationship even to the point of simple neutrality.

This one is a newer one, that popped up since he and Quella divorced. A lot of his young adult life, up until 2 or maaaybe 3 years ago, when they split up, he lived for her. Though she never asked him to, he lived a life with her that was as close to what she wanted, as possible. The way he held himself, the way he dressed and presented himself, the way he acted, the way he thought about things, what they did together, where they went, even his becoming king? All for Quella-- as much as he could manage-- and the singular pursuit of making her happy, and being the man she deserved. He was literally obsessed with her, and may as well have worshipped the ground she walked on. He's not sure when he got that bad, nor exactly why, but he regrets not noticing it sooner. Not doing more for himself, and because it was something he wanted...because even now, he doesn't really know how. Doesn't really know who he's supposed to be, anymore. Yes, he's learning, and he's much better off now, than he was at first...but it's still an uphill battle for him.

#[Sivel -headcanons-]#(man though that last regret really gets me #Sivel; this super old and super powerful king of an ancient realm and it's people #and he is only just learning how to live for himself #and who he even is in the first place #half the time he feels like a stranger to himself #and that's really embarrassing and disappointing to him)

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fluffy-lee · 3 years

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Part 10 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/n and Peter decide to take a bike ride and picnic on a beautiful summer day.

You woke up at Bucky’s side. He was sound asleep. You sat up in bed and saw that Sam had already gotten up and gone downstairs. Steve was also still asleep. Sun from the window was shining directly on him. The storm had fully passed and it was sunny and clear again, another beautiful day, to say the least.

Suddenly, you were snatched back down into Bucky’s arms. You giggled and cuddled him.

“Morning Y/n/n.” Bucky said groggily.

“Good morning!” You replied.

“Why do you always wake up so early?” He asked, eyes closed and resting his cheek on your head.

“I’m just used to it, and I like to.” You shrugged.

Just then, Steve stretched and opened his eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine!” You quipped.

“Mmmmhh.” Steve groaned, pulling the covers over his head.

“Woooow someone’s grumpy!” Bucky teased, making you giggle. “Maaaybe he needs snuggles!”

You jumped out of bed with a big smile on your face, followed by Bucky.

“Noooo.” Steve grumbled from under the covers.

You hopped right on to him and ripped the covers off him, before wrapping the tired super soldier in a cuddle. Bucky joined in and Steve couldn’t hide his grin.

“You two are the bane of my existence.” Steve said hoarsely.

“Now that’s not very nice!” You cried dramatically, shooting your fingers to the sides of his ribs to tickle him. It most definitely worked.

Steve's eyes went wide and his contagious laughter filled the room. Bucky joined in on the attack, laying on Steve’s legs and tickling his belly. The tickles made Steve a thousand times weaker than normal and he wanted to just throw you two off of him, but he wouldn’t, not wanting to risk anyone getting hurt, so he had to use his strength to just take it.

“PUHLEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAP!”

“Nahh!” You and Bucky said in unison.

You didn’t want to stop. Steve’s laughter was the best. You knew he needed you to stop, however, because he was turning red. That rarely happens, so you let up, followed by Bucky. You and Bucky laughed while Steve caught his breath. After he recovered, he gave you both a warning look, with full intention of revenge. You gulped, and Bucky thought he could probably put up a fight if Steve tried anything. Steve put a hand on your back, and flipped you over in an instant, tossing Bucky off of him and trapping you under him.

“OOOOH NOHOHO! DADDY HEEELP!” You squealed with a big smile. This was way too much fun.

Bucky began trying to fight Steve, but Steve used so much of his strength to pull Bucky down next to you, and he was successful. He used his legs to trap you and Bucky, and you were way easier to keep still, but Bucky was still trying to fight, but he gave up as soon as Steve dug a hand into both of your bellies.

You and Bucky cried with laughter, much to Steve’s amusement.

“This is what you two get!”

It wasn’t long before Bucky, who just couldn’t stand how much it tickled, broke free and rolled over catching his breath, leaving just you to face Steve’s wrath.

“Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” You giggled as he shook your tummy.

“You better be!” Steve growled.

“Eeehhehehe! It tickles!” You squeaked.

“Ohhh does it? I bet I can make it tickle even more!” Steve teased, and lifted up your shirt a little to tickle your bare tummy.

Residual giggles poured out of you and Steve chuckled at you and Bucky.

“Well, I’m going back to sleep!” Steve teased, collapsing on you and pretending to sleep.

“Nohoho Steve I can’t stay here I have to go help decorate for your birthday tomorrow!”

“Oh alright Y/n/n. Let’s get up then.” Steve said, getting out of bed, followed by Bucky.

Bucky and Steve went to brush their teeth and you went to you and Natasha’s bathroom and got ready for the day.

You went downstairs to see everyone except Peter and Thor were awake. You started making coffee for everyone while Bucky made you breakfast. Soon, Thor came downstairs, followed by Peter. You handed Thor his coffee.

“Thank you, Princess!”

You sat down next to Bucky and ate breakfast. When you were finished, Wanda brought out a basket of Fourth of July decorations, and you, Wanda, Thor, and Nat began decorating the house. Everyone else went to sit outside and chat on the porch.

Thor lifted you up on his shoulders so you could hang streamers.

After an hour or so, the whole place was decked out in red, white, and blue.

“Steve, it's all done!” You cheered, popping your head out the screen door to the porch.

Steve smiled and stood up from his chair to come see the inside.

“Wow, it looks really nice, honey! Thank you!” He said, kissing your cheek. “You’re just the sweetest!” He showered your cheeks with kisses, making you giggle.

You gave Steve a tour of all the little details you put into all the decorating.

A little later, you were walking down the hall when Peter turned the corner in front of you.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” He said.

“Oh what’s up?” You asked.

“I found something!” He smirked.

You followed Peter out to the shed. He opened the doors to reveal two vintage style bikes with baskets.

“You wanna get outta here?” He grinned.

You smiled excitedly and nodded.

You and Peter told everyone you were going for a bike ride and went into the kitchen and began filling a picnic basket. Steve came in to help.

“Here fill these with lemonade.” Steve suggested, holding up two mason jars.

“Oh, perfect! Thanks!” You said.

You began filing them with ice when a devious idea came to mind. You looked over to see Steve’s back was turned to you. Perfect. You took the jar and dumped the ice down the back of Steve’s shirt. Steve jumped around startled by the extremely cold feeling stuck on his back.

“OOOHHH! Ohohoho nohohoho! YOU LITTLE-” Steve yelled as you and Peter cried with laughter. You took off running, but only made it to the hallway before Steve snatched you up. He didn’t even hesitate to tackle you to the carpet.

“You never learn do you, you little brat!” Steve teased through gritted teeth.

You gave him your sweetest smile through your giggles. “I’m sorry Steve!”

“You being all cute isn’t gonna save you from the TICKLE MONSTER!” He growled, slipping his hand under your shirt, tormenting your ribs. Wow. He really wasn’t going to have mercy.

You screamed and laughed so hard, you could barely breathe.

“Tickytickytickyticky!” Steve teased evilly, making you blush. You can’t stand that and he is well aware of the fact.

His fingers danced down to your tummy and you thrashed and tried so hard to push him off, but he had you pinned. To make it worse, he began blowing raspberries in your neck.

“Stehehevie plehehehease!” You cried through your laughter. You rarely ever call him “Stevie” so he knew you were desperate.

“Awww what’s the matter, huh? Did you think I was gonna let you get away with pouring ice down my shirt?” Steve suddenly latched his hands onto your sides and began squeezing. A weakness of yours. “No! You knew! You knew I was going to tickle you for that!” He quipped.

Your face heated up again and you tried to hide your face by turning over toward the carpet, but Steve pushed you so you couldn’t, and he gently grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he shook your tummy with his other hand. Steve smacked his lips.

“That’s why you did it!” Steve chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You swear you died of flusteredness right then and there. Before you could even think, Steve was attacking your underarms and you were belly laughing. You could no longer fight back. You just laid there and took it. His hands danced around your neck and collarbones. It tickled so much you thought you were going to pass out.

“STOP I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! STOHOHOHOP!” You begged. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile and ceased his tickles.

“Stevie! Hehehehe I can’t take it! It tickles too much!” Steve mocked you, before blowing more raspberries on your neck.

You just laughed more and pushed at his chest to get him to quit. He finally did and he stood up and grabbed you by the ankle, carrying you back to the kitchen upside down while you giggled your heart out.

“Here Peter. I think she’s still alive.” Steve joked, handing you to Peter.

Peter scooped you up, holding you baby style.

“You two are silly!” He chuckled, looking down at your face.

He set you down and he had everything ready to go.

Bucky walked in the kitchen shirtless with his swimsuit on and sunglasses on his head

“You two try not to get into any trouble. I’m going to relax in the pool.’ Bucky said, hugging your neck. “Bye giggles!” He teased, giving you tickly kisses on your ear, of course making you giggle.

“Byehehehe!”

Peter grabbed the basket and you two headed out the back door onto the porch. You were walking down the steps when you stopped in your tracks and went back up the steps, slowly approaching Steve where he sat in his chair chatting away. He looked over and glared at you teasingly.

“The AUDACITY!” He joked. “You better watch it!”

You cupped your face in your hands nervously. “I just have a question!”

“Hmm?”

You walked up to him and wrapped your hands around his bicep. “Can I take your shield?”

Steve shrugged, shaking his head with a smile. “Pffff I mean I guess so!” He answered, unsure as to why you wanted to take it.

You giggled. “Thanks!”

You ran inside and grabbed his shield, putting it on your back like Steve always does. It was so big on you. You and Peter wanted to practice throwing it, plus it was good protection… besides bringing Spider-Man himself.

Steve smiled when he saw you run down the steps with his shield on your back.

You and Peter took off down the trail on your bikes. The scenery was beautiful. The two of you went so far you passed many meadows. The wild flowers, the trees, the mountains. It was like a movie. You were riding past the edge of brush and trees when you spotted something.

“Peter look! Blueberries!” You shouted.

“Oh nice!” Peter cheered.

You hopped off your bikes and ate some. They were delicious.

“There are so many! We should make a pie!”

You and Peter filled your bike basket with blueberries, eating them as you did so. You ended up practicing throwing the shield with Peter. He was really good at it. You could use some work but you were getting better. After a while, you decided it was a good time to rest, so you laid a blanket out under a shady tree and began eating the picnic. You and Peter began trying to catch grapes in your mouth. Peter caught every single one you threw, but you were struggling to catch any of them, making you and Peter laugh.

“Sounds like you need some motivation!” Peter started.

“Oh no.”

“If you don’t catch this grape, I’m gonna tickle you.” He warned with a smirk.

Butterflies rushed to your tummy,

“That is not fair!” You panicked. “No! I can’t! I’ll-”

“THREE TWO ONE!” Peter interrupted, tossing you the grape.

You tried to catch it. You really did, but it wasn’t good enough.

You looked over at Peter warily. He had a teasing glare. You crossed your arms over your body nervously, unable to hide the big smile on your face as Peter crawled towards you, before grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the ground under him. He squeezed your thigh and you squealed, not expecting it. He laughed along with you as he squeezed both your thighs and knees, driving you crazy.

“Why are your knees so ticklish?! I have never seen such!” He teased.

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohow!”

Peter chuckled and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while tormenting your underarms with the other, switching between the two. You squeezed your eyes shut as you laughed. You couldn’t move very much because he was straddling you. He eventually unpinned your wrists and went to town on your underarms making you slam your arms to your sides, trapping his hands.

“Mwuahahaha! You have fallen into my tickle trap! I’m going to tickle you foreverrrr!” He teased in an “evil” voice.

All you could do was belly laugh.

He somehow kept his thumbs under your arms while his other fingers reached up to tickle your collarbones and neck. You went in and out of silent laughter. This was definitely effective.

“Ohhh! I just remembered your new tickle spot!” Peter piped up after a while. He pinned your arms to your sides as he nuzzled his way under your chin.

“OHOHOHO NO! NOHOHO!” You cried with laughter as Peter blew several tickly raspberries on the front of your neck.

Your voice became raspy and Peter knew you had enough.

“Cutie.” Peter chuckled letting you go.

You sat up and looked at him bashfully. He laughed at that.

...

You leaned against the tree and Peter laid his head in your lap, looking up at you.

“Don’t you think this is a little romantic, Pete?” You chuckled.

“I don’t care. You’re my best friend.” Peter mused.

You smiled at each other. You ran your hand through his curls. You couldn’t help it. His hair was soft. He handed you an earbud, and you put it in. He played The Funeral by Band of Horses. You listened, and stared out into the beautiful field in front of you, the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas in your other ear. Peaceful.

Peter fell asleep in your lap, so you decided to let him sleep. A few minutes passed when you spotted someone in the field in front of you. They were staring. It gave you the creeps, but you figured they’d move on… until you saw them vanish in thin air. Like magic. You were so scared, you couldn’t speak. You gripped sleeping Peter’s wrist. Your breathing hitched in your throat. Did you just see a ghost? The figure then appeared closer on the edge of the woods. Close enough for you to make it out. Your fear lessened, but you still felt a little scared. You slowly cupped Peter’s head in your hands, moving out from under him. You could tell he was really out by his soft snores. You were able to slip out from under him, and lay his head down on the blanket, not waking him. You stood up and slowly made your way toward the woods. You followed the figure a little ways in, until he stopped and turned around to face you.

“Why are you here?” You whispered.

“You don’t think I’d show up to that house filled with my enemies, do you?” Loki asked.

“You have a point. You don’t consider me an enemy?”

Loki shook his head “no.”

“Why are you here?” You asked again.

“I have a message for you to give to my brother.” Loki explained, handed you an old looking paper, rolled up and tied with a green ribbon. “You have two days to give it to him.”

“Only two?!”

“It’s the best I can do... ‘Till we meet again, Princess.” Loki said. He bowed, and disappeared before your eyes with a green light.

You unrolled the message and tried to read it. You sighed. It was in Asgardian.

“Two days.”

“Y/N?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” You heard Peter cry with worry.

You stuffed the message in your pocket.

“Peter! I’m here!’ You replied, jogging back to him.

“Oh thank God. I had a strange dream.” Peter panted, hugging you.

You realized Loki placed a sleep spell over Peter.

“It’s alright, Peter! You must’ve been tired.”

“I guess so. I think… I think we should head back now.” Peter trailed off. “Don’t leave my side again, you understand me?” He said sternly, holding your wrist.

“I understand. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said looking down.

Peter kissed your head. “It’s alright.”

...

When you returned, you hid the message in your pillowcase. You didn’t want things to change just yet. You decided you’d give Thor his message in secret. You didn’t want anyone besides him to know that you’ve been around Loki. You put on your swimsuit and joined Peter, Bucky, Steve, and Nat in the pool. You swam for a few hours before drying off and relaxing inside for a while. You fell asleep on Bucky’s chest on the couch while he watched TV, stroking your hair. He was warm and you loved to listen to his heartbeat.

...

“Wake up, Y/n! Dinner’s ready.” Bucky cooed, shaking you awake. You stretched. You were so comfy you didn’t want to move.

“No, let's just stay here.” You replied groggily.

“You leave me no choice.” Bucky sighed and began tickling your back and sides. You burst into giggles, making him smile. “You gonna get up, Y/n/n?”

“Yehehehes!” You answered, rolling off him to your feet.

“Well look who’s awake!” Tony teased, scooping you up into a hug. He smelled nice and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t you fall asleep on me now!” He chuckled, tickling you the same way Bucky did.

“Oohohokay! Okahahay I’M AWAKE!” You protested, making everyone laugh.

You sat between Nat and Thor at dinner. You put the message in the back of your mind and enjoyed time with your family.

...

“I’ll tell him tomorrow night, in secret, after the fireworks show.” You thought to yourself as you stood on the dock, watching the sunset over the lake.

“Hey! Y/n! We’re having a fire!” Nat called from the top of the hill.

“Okay!” You replied.

Loki’s haunting voice rang in your head.

“Two days.”

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ninjakasuga · 3 years

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Sonally Celebration Week, Year 3, Day 2: Mystery

Day two has come for the celebration of one of the best furry OTP’s ever~. @gojira007 ‘s celebration blog @boundforfreedomsonsal of Sonic and Sally continues and here’s my second entry. Enjoy all~

Sonsally Week, Year Three!!

Day 02: Mystery

Foreword: This episode is still set in the Archie-Verse depicted in my fics of last year and day one’s story. This one is set some years after the fall of Eggman, when peaceful times finally settled on Mobius for the first time in ages. Of course, peace doesn’t always equate to ‘easy’, especially when babysitting two spirited scamps.

“Sonia, Manic- WHERE THE FREAKING BLEEP ARE YOU?!!” Shouted an irate, and clearly frustrated blue hedgehog as his right eye twitched something horribly. Standing in the town-square of the rebuilt Knothole Village, his gaze shifting back and forth from the trees, and the various huts of the quiet village. While mostly destroyed during one of Dr. Eggman’s devastating attacks; the entire village was rebuilt as it was during the war era of fighting the original Robotnik. With a few Eggman era buildings kept, and one or two new additions. Knothole was mainly a tribute to the village that sheltered the survivors of the fall of the original Mobotropolis, and became home of the resistance that would become the Freedom Fighters. Mostly a standing all-may-come museum to pay homage to the place that started as a Royal Retreat/shelter, but became so much more. A few of the huts were still livable, home away from home for certain members of the Freedom Fighters who occasionally would return to Knothole with their families to celebrate and remember those days.

Today, it was host to a game of hide and seek, giving the two instigators of the game a plethora of hiding places. One that was driving the elder brother of Sonia and Manic Hedgehog, one Sonic the Hedgehog, former hero of Mobius, crazy!

After tapping his foot rapidly for a scant few seconds, Sonic cupped his hands together again and shouted as loudly as he could manage. “MANIC! SONIA! FOR BLEEPING FRACK’S SAKE YOU BETTER GET YOUR BUTTS OUT WHERE I CAN SEE EM’! AIN’T FUNNY NO MORE!” It really wasn’t, Sonic nor his lovely wife, had agreed to hide and seek, but his two younger siblings opted to begin a game without anyone’s consent.

A voice soon called to him, followed by familiar footsteps. “Is there a reason you’re using frack and bleep? Is that a new sibling code of some sort Sonic?”

Speaking of lovely wife’s, there she was. Turning to face his wife, Sonic shrugged with a sheepish expression. “It was censor myself or risk using words I don’t think Mom nor Dad would care for two nine-year-olds to repeat.”

“That is probably for the best.” Agreed Sally, with a tired sigh as a hand went to her rounded stomach. She wasn’t far enough along in her own pregnancy; her movements were not hampered; but the extra weight of the two passengers in her belly was sapping her energy. “Whew, I’ve just been walking but I feel ready to kick back.”

Concerned, Sonic walked over and touched her shoulder. “All the more reason I’m not too happy they started this ‘game’ when I made it clear you can’t be as play-happy as usual because you’re pregnant.”

Shaking her head, Sally reached over to place her hand over his, giving an assuring squeeze as she managed a smile. “They’re just kids, it’s alright Sonic. They probably just want to get some last playtime with us before I’m truly an invalid.”

Sonic had to admit she had a point but his ire was not fully dissolved. “Maybe, but this is still too much. Even Mom n’ Dad told em’ to not get carried away.”

Smirking, Sally lifted an eyebrow as she glanced at her husband. “Sonic, they’re ‘your’ siblings. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. There seems to be an innate sass-o-meter in your family. Pushing buttons seems to be something of a religious doctrine.”

Opening his mouth to counter, Sonic slowly shut it, frowning deeply. “... Fair nuff, but I still say you’ve rubbed off on them if we’re going for sass influence.”

“ME?!” Sputtered Sally, an incredulous frown, forming over her face. Beautiful blue, eyes narrowing almost dangerously. “How pray tell, do I count as a bad influence toward Manic or Sonia?”

Smirking widely as he got her goat, Sonic yanked the chain more, counting off with his fingers. “Well again, you’re the Queen of Sass and not just the Kingdom. When you gotta be right, you will argue til’ the cows come home. Plus you’re good at being playful when you want something, Manny’s baby-of-the-family routine is killer thanks to watching you. N’ Sonia’s all about emulating her Sis-in-law’s fancy mannerisms, and silver tongue. Just the other day she was in trouble and convinced Mom to let her off the hook light with a buncha big words she got from you.”

Almost mirroring Sonic, Sally opened her mouth, then closed it as she thought better of it. “...Touche’, but that doesn’t excuse the bad habits you’ve given them love-of-my-life.”

Laughing, Sonic gave her a big, if careful hug. Letting her have that one as, one it was true, and two, he knew jerking her around too much with hormones a-flame was a bad idea. “Of course, of course, but they also picked up on my coolness factor.”

“Truly…” Replied Sally in a dull, drawl that spoke volumes of how little she believed that. “I just hope our own bundles give us something of a break compared to these two. I can see why your parents are all-too-eager for us to babysit when we can.”

“Knowing us, they’ll drive us insane cuz they’ll be just like us in ways, but we’ll love em’ anyway.” Sonic mused, placing a hand to her belly and leaning in to kiss her gently. Sighing in a content manner, Sally melted into the kiss and hug, feeling a bit of the weight of impending motherhood ease off her shoulders to a degree.

Almost as if on cue, a duo of childish voices are heard uttering, “Eeeew gross!”

Instantly, both Sally and Sonic broke the kiss, angled their heads upward, and pointed as they both cried out in triumphant unison. “AH-HA! THERE YOU TWO SCAMPS ARE!”

“Aw crude!” Muttered Manic, as he and his sister clung to one of the large tree branches, quite a ways up that was connected to one of the tree house type huts.

“Well we gave them the ghost for a good twenty-minutes I’d say we won.” Stated Sonia in a rather faux-haughty manner. The more purple-blue of the two, whipped back her-pink hair? Wait, Sonia was blonde! Plus some of her fur looked more magenta-purple now?

In fact, why was Manic’s fur and quills more of a green-ish tinge than the light-blue they should be? Not to mention that punk-esque quill style... Eyes narrowing, Sonic let go of Sally, zipped into the hollowed out large tree with a hut built around the base. With the same speed, he charged up the ladder within the hollowed out tree, allowing him to come out at the point where the tree-house hut was, and lean out where the landing gave way to a natural, thick tree branch.

“Oh no, you two did not!”

Putting on the best coy, innocent face he could, Manic twiddled his fingers together in a playful manner. “What’re you talking about Big-Bro?”

“Seriously Sonic, you need to use clear, concise words.” Snickered Sonia.

“You both dyed your hair and fur!” Sonic pointed between each sibling. “Mom’s gonna have kittens!” Growled their elder brother as his mind swam with images of a none-too-pleased Bernadette Hedgehog glaring at her son and daughter-in-law.

Arms crossed, Sally tapped her foot, in a manner not unlike her husband. “You two sneaks lost us to go and do the dye-jobs yourself didn’t you?”

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.” Both twins chorused.

Sighing Sally frowned more. “Manic, Sonia, you do realize your Mother and Father are going to tan the crap out of your hides. They both told you, neither of you could have such radical dye jobs until you were fifteen, thirteen at the earliest if you both proved responsible enough! Plus, Manic, sweetie, why are you intent on making yourself look like Scourge?!”

“Hey!” Manic cried indignantly, a pout forming on his lips. “I just like the color, it’s not my fault Sonic’s scrub of a doppelganger had the same color-job! It screams ‘me’! Plus I don’t have sharp teeth or those evil eyes like he does, plus my quills are cooler lookin!”

“I’ll give you that li’ bro, on the being cooler looking thing, but dam-er dang it!” Sonic grabbed his own head-quills, mussing them up some in frustration. “Urgh Mom n’ Dad ain’t gonna let us watch you two ever again if you pull crap like this again!”

“He’s right.” Sighed Sally, rather dramatically. “We’ll be seen as so irresponsible they will forbid us from ever seeing you again!” She put a hand to her heart, and the other against her head. Truly, piling on the dramatic flair. “They may even question if we’re fit to be parents ourselves and have our babies taken from us.”

While Sonia rolled her eyes, Manic’s went wide as panic took over his earlier nonchalant attitude. “R-really?! We don’t want that!”

“Manny, bro she’s trying to guilt us!”

“Well it’s working! I didn’t wanna get them in that deep of trouble!”

“Manic she’s the QUEEN!! Mom and Dad can’t do jack to her!” His (slighty) older twin argued, seeing her partner-in-crime was about to fold.

“Wanna bet?” Sonic crossed his arms, smirking fully as he saw the sliver of doubt in the two’s eyes. “Mom can be scary when she wants and Dad, Dad is aaaaaaaaaall about the ‘subtle, quiet big stick’ kind of approach.”

Now even Sonia was doubting if they’d gone too far, especially as it pertained to how much trouble this might land her and Manic. Maybe she underestimated her ability to talk her way out of trouble. “M-Maaaybe we got a little carried away?”

“You sure did you two scamps, now if you come with me down the tree, we might ‘might’ convince Mom and Dad to let you both stay the night, and we can wash out the dyes and treat your fur so they never notice.”

Nodding as they both climbed fast, but still safely across the branch to Sonic. The two younger hedgehogs cling onto his legs. “We give, we give!!”

“Smart choice!” Laughed Sally from the ground, smiling at the won tag-team victory of talking the kids into doing their bidding. “If you two behave onward, there might be my special ice cream sundaes after supper.”

“Really?!”

Maybe handling kids wouldn’t be so hard after all? Sally thought before speaking aloud to them. “Cross my heart!”

“N’ you know Sal’s promises are good as gold.” Quipped Sonic as he guided the two once they stood up towards the ladder down to ground level. “Also, expect to help do some chores as further punishment for this stunt.”

“What?! Oh come on big brother-!”

“Nope, nada, don’t even try to talk me down Sonia!” Sonic cut her off as he coaxed first Manic, then Sonia to climb down the ladder. “Sal’s gotta take it easy and I need help doing this and that.”

“But you guys got a staff at the castle to do stuff!” Pipped Manic, his voice echoing through the hollow tree.

“It keeps us honest to do our own chores.” Quipped Sonic, watching them both get halfway before he started down the ladder himself. “Plus if you want us to keep quiet about the dye-thing-.”

“Oh fine!” Both younger hedgehogs huffed, giving up arguing.

“Being a big brother has its perks.” Chuckled Sonic to himself as he made his way down. Maybe in a few years, Sally and he could return the favor and foist their own kids on Manic and Sonia to babysit. Oh the payback will be sweet!

#boundforfreedom #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sally Acorn #Sonally #Sonsal #Archie-Sonic #Manic Hedgehog #Sonia Hedgehog

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everybodyscupoftea · 3 years

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santa doesn’t squat

pike jj x reader

christmas tree farm shenanigans

(warnings: cursing, zero editing even a little)

“Guys,” Cody pulled a piece of paper out of his booksack, “I found the coolest thing.”

You glanced up from your ethics book, eyebrows raised, “What’s that?”

“Christmas tree farm, but for families!”

JJ sat up where he had slumped down on his desk, “Bro, we can’t get a tree.”

“No, I know. It’s stupid, they should let us get one for the house, but whatever.”

You snapped to get his attention, “Focus up, bud. I got a test tomorrow, when do you wanna go to this?”

“The weekend after finals. I just don’t want anyone to go home before we get to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” JJ hummed, “so I’m in.”

“Same,” you added.

Cody beamed, “Sweet, I can’t wait! Going to find Tyler, see you guys.”

Finals week came and went, and you kind of forgot about the whole Christmas tree farm thing. Until you and JJ woke up early Saturday morning to a loud banging on your apartment door. Jolting upright, you looked around wildly, trying to figure out what was wrong.

JJ was a little slower, but once he processed, got out of bed and walked slowly to the door, grabbing your baseball bat on the way. You watched, peeking out your room cautiously, as he looked through the peephole.

He relaxed and yanked the door open, “What the fuck, asshole?”

Cody’s voice responded, “Rise and shine, friends, we’re getting breakfast before the Christmas tree farm.”

Your shoulders sagged with relief, and you fully stepped out of your room, “You couldn’t have, I don’t know, called us?”

He shrugged, “Nah, this was way more effective. Now, I’m going to sit on the couch until you two are ready to go.” Cody shoved his way past JJ and plopped down, reaching for your TV remote, “Hurry up, folks. Breakfast reservation in 45 minutes.”

JJ rolled his eyes and trudged to your bathroom, and you turned back to your room to start getting dressed.

Much to Cody’s happiness, the two of you were ready in about 20 minutes. He sighed in relief, “Thank god, Tyler bet we’d be late, so I should be winning $20 thanks to you guys.”

You and JJ chose to not respond as you followed Cody out of the apartment to his car. Cody put on his Christmas playlist as soon as he cranked up the car and pulled out of the parking lot, headed toward the breakfast place you and JJ frequently went on Sunday mornings.

“Holy shit,” JJ muttered, “this place is packed on Saturdays.”

“Hence the reservation,” Cody sassed.

“Bitch,” JJ started.

You stepped in between them, “Boys, please. Cody, don’t antagonize JJ before he’s had coffee. JJ don’t let Cody get to you, you know he’s a morning person.”

“It’s unnatural,” JJ muttered, but listened to you anyway.

Tyler was already inside at a booth and waved when the three of you walked in. He had three mugs of coffee on the table, and JJ slid in opposite of him, immediately reaching for it. Cody rolled his eyes, “Dramatic.”

“Let me drink it in peace or I’ll bully you all day.”

“Bully me? What are we, in high school?”

“I’ll whack you so hard you’ll go back in time.”

You sighed, “Pack it up Biff, and drink your fucking coffee.”

“I’m choosing to not try and figure out what you’re referencing,” JJ sniffed.

“It’s Back to the Future,” Tyler volunteered, and you nodded.

Just like normal, they were quick to get you in and out, much to Cody’s happiness. You’d never seen him so excited about something in months, which you were a bit curious about. Eventually, after he had to stop for the third time to let the rest of you catch up, you asked, “What’s got you so excited, bud?”

“I haven’t done anything like this since I left Michigan, haven’t even thought to look really, but I saw the flier in Dunkin so I grabbed it.”

“Let’s do it then,” JJ told him, squeezing his shoulder.

It was busy as fuck, which to be fair, should’ve been expected since it was early on a Saturday. Cody grabbed you by the hand, “Let’s go do ornaments.”

The ornaments station was clearly for children and not four, exhausted college seniors, but the lady in charge didn’t give a fuck and let you all sit down.

“Have crayons always been this small?” Tyler mused, picking through them to find the color he wanted for his reindeer.

“You trying to flex big hands?” JJ asked, more focused on his angel than Tyler’s answer.

Tyler smirked, “Let’s just say I’m having a harder time than you are with the crayons.”

You swooned, “Oversized hands? Why am I with JJ?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I made my moves.”

JJ paused, “You leaving me?”

“No,” you sighed, “I’m just a little too attached.”

Cody focused on coloring his Christmas tree. He was going into great detail, adding ornaments and lights. His tongue was sticking out the corner of his mouth as he colored in the star on top, and you had to take a picture.

He pouted when you all finished, “I don’t have a bag and now we have to carry these.”

“Let me put them in my pocket,” Tyler offered.

“They’ll bend.”

“They might rip or get dirty if I don’t.”

With a sigh, he relented, “Fine. But let’s go to the petting zoo next.”

“Petting zoo?” you asked incredulously, looking around.

“They have reindeers and shit.”

Sure enough, a small petting zoo was located a little further in with a chair for Santa nearby. Cody looked at the three of you, standing by one of the reindeer, “So, guys. What if we took a picture with Santa.”

“We definitely should,” JJ agreed immediately.

“You gonna tell him you’ve been a good boy?” Tyler asked.

Cody winked, “Maaaybe.”

And clearly, the four of you had been talking too loudly, because Santa was staring. You shoved Cody in his direction, “Go sit on his lap.”

The guy shook his head, “Sorry my guy, too big for my lap.”

JJ answered, “Make sure you’re hitting legs at the gym too, Santa.”

He squinted at JJ, “Coming from you huh?”

You snorted, hiding your laugh with a cough before speaking, “Come on, guys, we gotta get a picture and keep moving.”

A lady dressed as an elf who looked entirely too happy to be dealing with so many people took your phone eagerly to take a picture. Once Cody was happy with it, you moved on, ready to leave.

“Wait,” Cody hesitated, “can we at least go look at the trees?”

Tyler narrowed his eyes, “Dude, we can’t buy one.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but I want to look.”

You interrupted before anyone else could answer, “Let’s go look at a few rows.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Cody, we literally can’t.”

“But it’s so small and cute, look at it!”

“Cody,” you reasoned, “who is going to water it?”

“Me!”

“You literally won’t,” Tyler told him, “I’ll be watering it within a week.”

“I’m a successful plant mom.”

“Yeah, small plants.”

“This is technically small.”

JJ rolled his eyes, “Smaller than a normal tree but not small.”

You thought back to the apron you’d picked out for Cody’s gift and sighed, “You know what, let’s just get it.”

“What?” JJ yelped, turning to face you, betrayed.

“I know, I know. But he needs it.”

Tyler’s jaw dropped, “He so doesn’t.”

“Okay,” Cody rubbed his hands together, “let’s fucking go.”

He took the axe he’d grabbed from one of the workers and started working on the trunk of the small tree. It didn’t take more than a few hacks before it fell into Tyler’s open arms.

“I’m not fucking carrying it. Cody come get your shit.”

You laughed, “You got a tree stand at home?”

Cody scoffed, “Who do you think I am? Of course I have a tree stand.”

“What about ornaments?”

He paused, “I have lights, not sure about ornaments.”

Tyler patted his pocket, “You have at least four.”

“And that’s all I need.”

Cody and JJ went to the car with the tree while you and Tyler stayed behind to pay and get any last minute instructions. The lady taking payments smiled at Tyler’s muttered, “I can’t believe we’re letting him get a tree.”

“He had a rough semester, we’ll give it to him.”

“I had a rough semester, what do I get?”

If we go to a basketball game, will you chill?”

Tyler paused, “Actually yes.”

“Okay fine, get tickets and we’ll go.”

“Bet!” he answered, walking away, already looking down at his phone.

The worker laughed, handing your card back, “A handful, huh?”

“Yes. Both hands.”

“Good luck with that. And Happy Holidays.”

You bid her goodbye and followed the boys out.

day 13 of @obxmermaid‘s holiday challenge: christmas tree farm

#pike!jj #cody and tyler #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fic #outer banks #outer banks fic #obxmermaidholiday #frat!jj

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ineffable-endearments · 4 years

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people like to talk about aziraphale not wanting to face the fact that heaven is morally problematic at BEST, which is absolutely the truth

but what...like...what...exactly...would he do with this information if he fully admitted it to himself?

defense mechanisms exist for a reason. they don’t just cover up things that are A Little Difficult, they cover up things that are devastating.

so considering:

aziraphale knows what heaven does to people who don’t obey (he’s witnessed how they treat humans who god supposedly doesn’t like, how they treat the fallen, and he’s verbally acknowledged it when talking to sandalphon - he hasn’t forgotten All The Smiting).

aziraphale is pretty much heaven’s captive. it seems they can just pop into existence wherever he is at any time. and at least a good chunk of the time, they appear to have records of what he’s doing, too. and he’s an angel. he has power, he has political clout, he has an effect on the heaven/hell balance, they wouldn’t just let him go do his own thing.

heaven supposedly has the power of god on their side and is supposedly all-powerful; they can definitely force anything to happen that they want to happen - if aziraphale tried to interfere in their plans, they’d just reassign him or worse and then carry through with the same plans; as far as aziraphale knows, open resistance is futile.

until the end of the series, the options are:

admit heaven is terrible and has no real Great Plan. be stuck in it anyway. grow increasingly depressed and despondent at being a cog in an evil machine. (in humans, this usually causes people to become bitter, cynical, and extremely selfish, and i believe it’s what happened to most of the demons of hell. if aziraphale made this choice early on, he probably wouldn’t have kept his earthly assignment for so long and probably would never have befriended crowley.)

leave...earth...maaaybe? it doesn’t sound like aziraphale had ever thought of that possibility. i’m not sure if heaven would let him leave earth the way crowley thinks they would. but even if that was an option and aziraphale knew about it the whole time...that wouldn’t actually help anyone. aziraphale and crowley wouldn’t have their beloved world, and earth would still be left to heaven’s mercy, only this time, the only two supernatural beings who cared about it wouldn’t be there.

obey heaven while bending the rules as much as possible to try and make it more tolerable. desperately nurse the hope that the ultimate power in the universe has better things in mind than war, to help you carry on with your life. this is, unsurprisingly, the path that aziraphale chose.

it’s only when he realized this hope could never come true that aziraphale decided to act against heaven, and he did that knowing it might have been a self-destructive move. it’s a move that he could have only made at the moment of Armageddon, because it was the only time when a self-sacrifice would make any sense.

there’s a big difference between getting yourself in so much trouble that you get torn away from the world when it’s got thousands of years of development ahead of it, and getting yourself in trouble to try to snatch a chance at any future at all for it.

#good omens #aziraphale #long post #good omens spoilers

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johannstutt413 · 3 years

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(requested by calligomiles; continuing from this)

Natalya carried Anna back to her room, listening to her softly breathe as the heiress’ own heart continued to race. This whole turn of events was...some part of her was supposed to say ‘unfortunate,’ but all that came back was ‘exhilarating,’ ‘fortunate,’ ‘sudden but expected.’ Why did the thought of breaking that stony heart of Sonya’s actually make her feel good? What kind of karma was it that the advisor, whose heart she’d broken first, was her accomplice?

And would she ever stop over-fucking-analyzing this stuff? Seriously, what was her damage that she couldn’t just relaaaax? That’s probably why she lost the General, honestly-

“Natya?” Oh, Rosa’d never been more grateful to hear someone’s voice. “Heh. Wun’t a dream, then?”

“Unless it’s a particularly vivid one, and we’re somehow sharing it. Which pocket is your key in? I don’t want to spend too long searching.”

Istina smiled. “I wudn’t mind...Left jak’t pok’t.”

“Old habits?” She slipped her hand in, fished out the key, and made her way across Anna’s threshold. “You’ve always kept your important things in that pocket.”

“Not all of ‘em,” the advisor protested softly.

Natalya patted her head as she looked around the apartment. “Enough of them. Are you tired?”

“Nope.” She yawned. “You?”

“More than a little. May I stay the night?” They were walking to the bedroom, with no sign of stopping.

Anna sleepily giggled. “Heheh. Fine with me~”

“Thank you.” Rosa set her on top of her covers, kissing her forehead, before turning back around. “I’ll be right back. Something I need to do first.”

“Whateva you say...Zzzz...”

Moving quickly, the heiress pushed the couch over to the front door, wedged a small table against it to be doubly sure the entrance was impregnable, and just to be sure, she set a tripwire with a lamp and its plug as a final warning system. She knew the General would try to find them here, and might even try to join in on the snuggling Natalya was about to give the advisor, but not tonight. Not tonight, or ever again, as far as she was concerned; maybe this was just the booze and her frustration talking, but even if this was just a one-night stand, she was taking back control of her love life.

It was that self-empowerment she clung to when she walked back to Istina’s bedroom, and the reception she got was “Zzz...”

“I expected as much.” She sighed, shedding her coat and other extraneous articles of clothing before tucking her under the covers. “Well, I have your permission to stay the night, so hopefully when you do wake up, you haven’t forgotten that. Sleep well, dear Anechka.”

“Mmkay.” Istina rolled over to face her bedfellow, albeit clearly still out of it.

The heiress tucked herself in, gave the unaware bear one more forehead kiss, and resigned herself to a peaceful night’s sleep.

-----

That night, going back to Anna’s place, the General found the door locked and, after pushing on it a bit, blockaded as well; not only had they presumed she’d come for them, but they’d also made sure she couldn’t get into the room. Well, then...Still feeling the three bottles of vodka, Sonya made her way to Rosalind’s room.

The halberdier was definitely feeling tired after four bottles, but she nonetheless was awake enough to open the door. “Oh heeey, Gen’ral! Trouble at home?”

“She’s done with me.” Zima walked inside and collapsed on the couch. “I figured it’d happen soon enough, but moving on to Anna, of all people? Never would’ve guessed.”

“I think it worked out pretty well, though.” Leto fell onto the couch from the opposite side, propping the other Ursus up with her shoulder.

The General sighed, setting an arm around her shoulder. “Could be worse...Yer not worried, are ya?”

“You leave, I follow, Gen’ral,” she reassured her, “even if that’s after a break-up.”

“Well, third time oughta be the charm. You cold, Rozz?”

She chuckled. “Maaaybe. Wanna help me warm up?”

“Damn straight.” Or exactly the opposite, as Sonya plucked her from the couch and carried her off. “Let’s make up for lost time.”

------

Istina woke up the next day with a splitting headache - as to be expected, after all the drinking she did. There was something else about last night, wasn’t there?

“Nngh.” A wince next to the advisor startled her, and opening her eyes in spite of their protests, she saw Rosa lying next to her. It looked like she was having a nightmare. Had...Did she steal the heiress away last night?

‘What would Rada do at a time like this?’ was her first thought, and luckily, the chef was such an open book, it wasn’t hard to figure out. After popping a migraine pill from her nightstand (a necessity for a philosopher like herself), Anna curled around the distressed Ursus, careful not to wake her but still make sure her presence was felt. ‘What was that tune she used to hum, when we were tossing and turning early on? I don’t remember anymore.’

As it turned out, she didn’t have to, because Natalya’s eyes creaked up not too long after. “Good morning, Anechka.”

“Something happened last night if you’re calling me that.” Rather than be bothered by the possibilities, however, Istina found herself rather happy to be lying there. The heiress made a lovely pillow.

“Yes and no.” Rosa shifted a little to shrink the space between the two of them by millimeters. “I did stay the night, but you fell asleep at the bar and didn’t wake until now. You did kiss me at the bar, if you don’t remember that.”

She did remember that, actually; it was what came after that was a bit hazy. “You took me home, and Sonya didn’t say anything about it?”

“What would she say about it? She doesn’t own me.”

“...So that’s what happened, then.” Istina smiled. “When they said revenge is a dish best served cold, I don’t think they meant in the aftermath of two bottles of vodka. You blockaded the door, I assume?”

The heiress nodded. “Just in case.”

“Then I suppose we’re not going anywhere else today.” The medicine was definitely doing Anna some good right now.

“Oh, definitely not,” she agreed. “I’ve been waiting for a second kiss since the first one.”

Well, that was an easy fix.

#arknights #arknights fic #rosa (arknights)#istina (arknights)#zima (arknights)#leto (arknights)#GOD #just so you know this is the one i got stuck on #i have NO idea why #but with it finally written #i can move on to other things #like welcoming some new friends...#(bought the 6-star thing and got Eyja btw)

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