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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Ownership - Chapter 6 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)

Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?

This fic is pure porn, pure kinky porn.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged let me know. You can find my AO3 here

Warnings: Nudes, Unwanted dick pics (Yeah Kylo Ren is that kinda guy), Smut, Sex, Blindfolds, Bondage, Ice play, Oral sex, Dirty talk, Language, Alcohol, Non con elements, Filming sex without someone's knowledge, Kylo Ren is an asshole, Mention of butt plugs, collars and pet play

Chapter 6

Kylo Ren

Another slow day at the office. I could go home and continue my work, but I found I focused better in my office normally. Today was not one of those days. My thoughts kept wondering, debating what to do with Cora this weekend. I liked the idea of claiming her ass; it was the only one of her holes I had yet to fill. Maybe I’d tie her up too. Her ass would look good filled with a jewelled plug or maybe even a tail plug. Her collar should be ready soon. When it was, then we could try proper kitten play. All these thoughts had my cock straining against my trousers. I reached for my phone and snapped a photo before sending it to her. Within five minutes she was typing out a message.

Kitten: I’m at work! I smirked, quickly responding to her text. I know. Just thought I’d make your day more exciting. Show you what happens when I think about you. Besides, I could have sent you worse. Kitten: Don't! I’m busy. And I was bored and horny thanks to her. Glancing at my office door to check nobody was about to barge in I deemed it safe enough to loosen my belt and trousers. I pulled my cock out, taking another picture before sending it to her.

Three dots appeared for a while for disappearing again. I tucked myself away and waited. I could picture her now, sat at her desk completely flushed, biting her lip. I messaged her again. I think it's only fair I get one back, don't you? This got a fast-typed response from her. Kitten: I didn't ask for either of them in the first place. Plus, I’M AT WORK!!!!! My eyes narrowed at the text. That was not the response I had wanted from her. That defiant side of her was back. It seemed to always make a reappearance, no matter what I did to her.

I’d give her one chance. Kitten, I’m only going to ask nicely the once. Send me something nice to look at. Cora responded within 30 seconds. Kitten: No. Well, she’d had her chance, I hit the green call button next to her name and held the phone to my ear. She answered on the fourth ring. “You can't just call me at work all because I didn’t send you nudes,” she whispered, clearly pissed off. “Why are you whispering? Where are you?” I asked. “In my office…but people are walking around outside I don’t want them to hear I’m having them hear this pointless conversation.”

“Pointless? Well if you’d just given me what I’d asked for in the first place we wouldn't be having this conversation Kitten.” “What do you not understand about ‘I’m at work’?” “I’m at work. If I can send you two pictures, you can at least send me one. Even if it's just your cleavage.” “Kylo, I said no. I’ll see you Friday night.” With that, she hung up. She was lucky she wasn't here, or I’d have her over my knee again. Never had I had a submissive be so defiant. Nor would they ever dream to talk to me like that. She still thought she had some form of control in this relationship. I would prove her very wrong this weekend.

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Cora arrived at 6pm on Friday, parking her car in the garage and heading upstairs. Just in time for dinner too. Cora kicked off her heels, dumping her overnight bag on the floor. She noticed me dishing up the chicken carbonara and smiled softly. I’m guessing it had been a difficult day at work…that's a shame. “Hey,” she greeted. She hopped up on to a barstool, eagerly awaiting dinner. I returned the greeting and handed her, her plate. “Wine?” I offered. “Please.” After deciding on a white wine, I poured us a glass each. She took the glass and took a few long sips. I sat down next to her and started on my own dinner.

“Long day?” I asked. “Yeah. My source fell through and that's like half of a story gone.” Personally, I didn’t share her stress over this. She was nothing but a nosey journalist when we weren’t together. But I had to seem somewhat sympathetic to not look like a complete asshole. “Well, it’s a good thing your here so I can take your mind off it,” I suggested. “Oh? And how do you plan on taking my mind off of it?” She asked curiously. “You’ll find that out after dinner.” Instead of pressing me for more like I had expected, she seemed to speed up eating her dinner. I smirked, amused by her eagerness. Her plate was soon empty, and she finished her glass of wine.

Once I finished my own dinner, I dumped our plates in the sink to worry about later. Cora grabbed her overnight bag and followed me upstairs. Once in my bedroom, she put the bag back down before sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for an instruction. “Undress, Kitten,” I directed. Cora unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor before unzipping the back of her skirt and pushing it past her hips. Underneath was the royal blue lacy bra and panty set I’d brought for her. It fit her perfectly and further proved that I had good taste. It was a shame I didn’t plan to enjoy it on her. “And the rest, Kitten.” Cora removed the lingerie without question, waiting for her next instruction. “Lay on the bed, make yourself comfortable, Kitten.”

She did as she was told, climbing on to the mattress and laying down amongst the sheets and pillows. Entering the wardrobe, I searched the toy draws for supplies. After gathering rope and blindfold, I returned to the bedroom. I bound her wrists together before securing them to the bedframe. She gave them a test tug; the rope holding. Next I pulled the blindfold over her eyes and leaned down, kissing her softly. She craned her neck for more as I pulled away. Smirking, I kissed gently across her neck and shoulders. “Don’t move,” I joked. I headed back downstairs and filled a glass with ice cubes. Returning to the bedroom, I placed the glass down on the bedside table.

I opened up the camera app on my phone and placed it beside the glass, hitting the record button. Taking an ice cube between my lips, I trailed it down between her breasts, Cora gasping at the cold sensation. I let the rest of the ice melt across her stomach, some of it pooling in her bellybutton. Taking another ice cube, I teased her nipples with it. Cora whined my name, arching and her skin quickly turning to gooseflesh. Once that one had melted, I retrieved a third. This one I took between her legs and pressed to her clit. Cora jerked against her restraints, cursing and gasping as the ice melted quickly against her heat. I lapped at her clit, Cora moaning louder at the now warm sensation against her bundle of nerves.

I pulled away, earning a disappointed whine from her. I wanted her to beg without having to prompt her. I undressed and pressed myself against her, teasing her with the head of my cock. Her hips bucked for more, for me to finally fill her with my cock. “Please, Sir. Please fuck me,” she pleaded. Smirking at her neediness, I slowly pushed into her, making her feel every single inch of my cock sink into her wet, needy cunt. Cora moaned as I filled her, her wrists straining against the rope. Gripping her hips, I continued the teasing, my pace slow and soft. Cora’s hips buck again, her breathing heavy, her whimpers higher and needier. “Whats the matter, Kitten?” I asked mockingly.

“M-more, please,” Cora begged. Grabbing my phone quietly so I could film this from a better angle, I finally gave her what she needed, fucking her hard. Cora wrapped her legs around my waist, throwing her head back and moaning shamelessly loud. I watched as my cock slipped in and out of her with ease, shiny with her slick. The sight was pornographic and I’m sure it would be even better when I watched this all back later. Perhaps she’d even like to watch it back too. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. With how much of a prude she was, she’d probably demand that I delete it. My free hand squeezed her throat gently, her breasts bouncing with every snap of my hips against hers.

“You look so fucking good taking my cock, Kitten,” I sneered. Cora only moaned in response, struggling to form words at this point. It was a shame I couldn’t film her choking on my cock. Being able to listen to the sounds of her choking on my cock whenever I wanted. Perhaps eventually I’d have my own personal Cora collection, filled with all sorts of videos and pictures. Pornhub be damned. Her moans are louder now, her walls starting to clench around my cock. She’s close and I wasn’t going to miss a second. “Cum for me, Kitten,” I growled.

A few more perfectly angled thrusts and Cora came screaming my name. I worked her through every last wave before pulling out and cumming across her chest and stomach with a guttural groan. I stopped recording, but I still wasn’t completely done with her yet. I took a few pictures of her laying there fully spent, covered in my cum before taking a few of her wet abused hole. That would do for now. I put my phone down before freeing her wrists and pulling off the blindfold. I leaned down and kissed her before massaging her wrists to increase the blood flow. The rope had left red indents into her pale flesh. It was a shame I hadn’t bound all of her body; she’d look even better covered in rope marks.

Eventually I lay down beside her and Cora shifted closer, resting her head on my chest, still breathing heavily. I wrapped an arm around her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “When I can walk again, I’m gonna take a shower,” Cora breathed. “I think I might join you.”

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darker-soft-starker · 5 years

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This, too

For my actual ride or die @starkerforlife6969, who constantly wows me with their talent and beautiful heart, i luh ya xo xo

TW: mental health issues, angst, hurt/comfort, a mention of Skip Westcott

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Peter dreams.

Nightmares, most prominently - drifting dust and ash and the crush of cement against the curve of his spine. Often he dreams in flashes of mundane panic, that he’s late for work or he just missed the train. Sometimes the dreams are good, doorways into pockets of time, echoes of memories that feel as real as all his waking moments.

That night he dreams of dinner with May and Ben, except he’s not fourteen like he was when they were all together last, he’s himself now. It’s warm, bright, hazy in that way that dreams are. Tony is there too and they love him. Ben is laughing, all husky straight from the chest as May is recalling a memory of one of her misadventures in college, throwing her head back as she loses her cool and guffaws. She wipes a tear from her eye as she dwindles into soft giggles, looking over at Ben in shared reminiscence. Peter laughs along and catches Tony’s fond expression aimed just at him.

It’s real, it feels so real. Until the shrill tones of his alarm wakes him up.

Sometimes good dreams are the worst ones.

Like blinking back into reality after one of Beck’s illusions when Peter wakes up he feels every pinch of warmth extinguish to a gritty, cold ash. The memories crumble, slipping away like hands trying to keep water cupped between them. Blinking slowly against the cool morning light, reality settles around him like sediments sinking heavily all over his body.

It’s like someone scooped out everything inside of him - the call to feel anything results in a mournful echo.

He blinks once, twice.

Oh, it's one of those days, he thinks.

Huh.

In sluggish, forced movement he takes his phone from the bedside table and silences his alarm. It's sixteen minutes past seven in the morning. He’s an early riser and should have been up already. Showered. In the kitchen. Flicking through social media as breakfast is cooking or coffee cooling or kissing Tony goodbye before the office beckons him away.

Except the impetus to get out of the bed isn’t exactly there. Outside of the bed is everything too big and too loud, even if he didn’t feel so heavy, all of his insides are grey, concrete and congealed, he feels like he would shatter at the slightest touch.

He blinks once. Twice.

The other side of the bed is empty and there is a message bright on his screen.

Had to leave for the office early, won’t be home until late - love you - you at work yet?

Fingers slow, Peter types a response, swallows around the lump in his throat.

Have a headache, stayed home. Love you.

He deletes that. Tries again.

Yeah, omw. Have a good day - love u.

It’s not right to make Tony worry.

He should get up. Piss. Shave. Wash. Eat. Not lie to his partner.

Except, he knows Tony would call. Would want to come home. Would try and shift him out of that concrete casing that presses down all over him and renders him immobile - and Peter just can’t. The thing about days like these is that there is plenty of should-do’s and want-to-do’s but on days like these desire is a foreign notion, incentive doesn’t go here and it means he does nothing. Which only further proves his own uselessness.

So he won’t say anything. He would do anything to protect Tony - even from Peter himself.

Besides, he doesn't want to talk through the saliva in his mouth feels like glue, doesn't know how to, even if he wanted to work through his molasses-like thoughts. He knows Tony wouldn’t mind - but Peter can’t let him see him like this, he has enough to deal with.

Tony is a good man.

Peter isn’t.

He thinks sometimes he believes that he is - good that is. Sometimes he knows that he is - but often the conditioned therapy speak can’t convince him that his guilt isn’t valid, that all his efforts at goodness aren’t just a way to bleach away all of the bad things he is responsible for, that for all his goodness he is just inherently, irrevocably bad.

Rhyme and reason is a joke - why the nothingness takes his breath today of all days, hitting like he’s hog-tied and dumped into the bottom of the ocean. It's not a birthday or an anniversary. It's not a day of any significance, so the inertia that swallows him is baseless - but then again, isn’t it always? Maybe the residue has been accumulating while he's been making quips and jokes because - but what excuse does he have for it, does he ever have for it?

His throat sticks when he swallows dryly and he idly considers leaving the safe haven of the creased bedsheets to get some water.

Some time later, a minute, an hour, he makes himself go to the bathroom to relieve himself. He doesn't shower or wash his face. He doesn't even remember if he washed his hands. He doesn't get a drink of water.

The bed becomes an island.

Their mattress is too fancy to leave an indent where he normally sleeps but Peter imagines it’s there anyway, a divot to safely rest the contours of his body like a cradle. A safe place for his thoughts to circle, passing from one to another like a slideshow, deliberating, ruminating, around and around like the view-master he had as a kid. Laughably he tries not to focus on it, let it sweep by, but all it does is make the thoughts whirl into a dizzying kaleidoscope.

The laptop on the desk at the far wall shines all chrome and sleek lines, Peter wonders what it would take to fire it up, Netflix his listlessness away. Even his short-circuiting thoughts decide against it.

More than anything the pressure on his chest wants nothing more to ease to the sound of Tony’s voice.

He just --

Sometimes Peter tries to rationalize the entropy of the universe. By thinking every person and force is like a game of chess, energy in and out, everything has a purpose for good or bad, it gets him by. Sooner or later, surely, anything has a meaning or a lesson worth learning.

But then his core is stripped bare on days like today and Peter thinks of his parents and Ben and Natasha and everyone else who is never coming back and thinks this philosophy is wrong. There is no rhyme or reason on a greater scale for permanently blacking out an untold story. There is no greater lesson to be found in a life culled before its time.

The universe isn't playing chess. It's playing darts in the dark.

Focus.

This isn't him, this helplessness. Most days he doesn't feel like this at all, sees the shine on the horizon and the sun through the leaves – and then... some days, in private, his proverbial ability to clot fails and he bleeds out. His bad day isn't a stubbed toe, a missed train and a burnt dinner. His bad day is quicksand, stasis he can’t wake from and completely withdraws from reality - bad days are Ben’s last look of disappointment on replay and the burn of Skip Westcotts’ touch and an aching void where everything used to be.

He doesn’t open up his laptop but he does bring up Instagram on his phone and scrolls through the glossy highlight reels of everyone else's life.

He must fall asleep because the next thing he knows is a hand is brushing over his forehead, fingers tenderly carding through his curls.

When he blinks his eyes open Tony is sitting beside him. He’s fully dressed, face creased in concern.

“Thought you were at work, baby,” Tony says softly. “You feeling okay?”

Tony’s watch is before his face, reading noon. Far earlier than Peter thought to have himself dressed and behaving with some semblance of normality.

“M’fine. I didn’t expect you back so early,” Peter mumbles, cheeks going pink.

The response prompts a frown from the older man, the stroking against his scalps slowing as his partner assesses him.

Shame burns hot in Peters gut when he sees something akin to understanding flashes briefly in Tony’s eyes. Jaw clenching, Peter slams his eyes shut and exhales. Jesus, fuck this isn’t what Tony should have to put up with --

“Hey, s’okay. What’s wrong?”

Peter contemplates his age old story, what he used to tell May and his teachers when the door outside his bedroom seemed too dark a labyrinth to go near. I have a headache. I think I'm getting the flu. Allergy season is sure starting early this year. But the words get tangled in his throat and it's inevitably easier to just say nothing. He can't think of a lie quick enough to replace the excuses in his head.

There's a thumb caressing his cheek, resting at the side of his mouth.

There's a blink-and-you'll-miss spring of resentment in his stomach because he doesn't want to explain at the same time that he does and all of the thoughts bottleneck in his head - like should he act normal? How should he behave, what should he talk about, what will Tony want to talk about, is Peter going to be convincing enough, how far does the truth really stretch - how dirty will Peter feel lying to him -

Every thought stalls like a traffic jam in his head.

Overwhelmed, Peter brings a hand over his eyes and exhales frustratedly.

“I’m sorry,” he manages.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony whispers softly from behind him, sheets rustling as he inches closer. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t know how to answer, chest cracking open as the noise in his head reaches an unbearable crescendo.

“Is it okay if I touch you?”

Peter nods, unable to speak around the lump in his throat.

Tony crawls into bed with him, discarding his jacket, shoes and belt onto the floor. The cotton of his shirt feels nice against Peter’s face when he curls up and leans his head on Tony’s chest, but he undoes a few buttons to slip his hand inside anyway, just to feel something real and living.

This isn’t what Tony came home expecting, it shouldn’t be his job to look after Peter, shouldn’t have to tolerate this. Peter should do better.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, the ache in his chest getting worse with each passing second.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Tony dismisses, stroking Peter’s hair. “I’ve got you, baby, you’re okay. You want to talk about it?”

The arms tighten around Peter like maybe it could hold him together as he gives a sedate shake of his head.

“That’s okay.” A kiss to his hair. “I love you very much.”

“You too,” Peter murmurs, eyes closing in a mix of guilt and relief.

Another apology rises in his throat but he swallows it down, sinking into Tony’s comforting embrace, listening to this rich tones of the older man's voice telling him it will be okay, how strong he is, how it will pass soon.

Peter loves Tony enough not to argue.

It’s enough.

#starker #starker fic #tony stark x peter parker #tw: mental health issues #tw: depression #tw: skip westcott mention #angst #hurt/comfort #im sorry this is not good #but please accept my humble scraps anyhow #nothing like angst to express my love for jay

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mcuamerica · 5 years

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Really Parker? (Peter Parker)

Summary: (Y/N) and Peter never really got along, but what happens when someone asks them to prom and Peter hates the proposal?

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, a little bit of fluff towards the end, not much else

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader(gender-neutral); Enemies to lovers AU

A/N: Okay so someone asked this and I accidentally deleted it 😬 I’m so sorry but they gave me an enemy to lover prompt for Tom or Peter. I chose Peter cause that’s what I got inspiration for. Also, this took SO long I’m sorry lol. It really got my creative mind flowing though, so thanks to whoever asked for this! Enjoy! (gif credit here)

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Peter Parker. That name made your skin crawl. To your father, on the other hand, he was the kid he never had. You were a prodigy, just like Tony. You know basically everything about physics and mechanics, and yet your father still told you that you couldn’t graduate early. Which left you going to Midtown High until you were 18.

And Peter Parker? He was there every day, ‘checking on you’ on your father's behalf. You felt like he was babysitting you. Like he was only there to annoy you. Because he did, with every sarcastic comment or stupid joke here or there, you wanted to pounce on him and tell him to shut up. He talks too much, he acts like he knows everything, and your father couldn’t get enough of him.

Anytime you’ve been rude to Peter or told him to fuck off, he just brushed it off and went back to being his chipper self. That’s what pissed you off the most. No one is ever that happy. And everyone has a button to push. It seemed Peter knew exactly where yours were, but he knew without trying to know. You couldn’t find Peter’s button for three years, and then one day, you found it. And even though you weren’t expecting the outcome... you didn’t mind it either.

“Yeah, so Flash asked me to prom last night. I think I’m going to go with him. I told him I had to think about it.” You rambled you MJ, showing her the picture of the texts. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you. “Can I help you with something Parker?” You asked.

“Flash asked you to prom and you’re going to say yes?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “He’s not that much of a gentleman.” He muttered under his breath, but you could still hear it.

“That’s not exactly your business, is it?” You asked, leaning closer to him. “Endless you’re getting intel or something for my dad, which if you are, go on, ask your questions.”

“Really? Then yeah... it’s intel.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

“God, you’re so gullible.” You said, rolling your eyes. “No, it’s not okay you idiot. My dad doesn’t need to know about my love life. And neither do you.” You said, glancing at him up and down.

“Well I’m just saying, how did he even ask you?” He asked.

You glanced over to MJ and sighed. “By text, but it was cute, he sent a picture.” You said and slide your phone over for Peter to see.

“By text? He didn’t even show up at your home? It’s not like it’s hard to see.” Peter said, making you frown.

“Sorry Parker, not everyone can swing across the city to come and see their friends.” You jabbed, making him frown. “What? Don’t like me talking about your other life?” You said.

“Talk about it all you want, just don’t shout it to the world,” Peter said, pushing the phone back towards you, getting up. “I’m just saying if he actually came and did something for you in person, you would’ve said yes right away.” He said.

“Yeah? And how do you know me so well again? Oh, that’s right, you spy on me for my dad.” You said, crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair.

Peter just rolled his eyes and walked away. You finally thought you knew what his button was— Spider-Man. You could tell he got annoyed as soon as you mentioned his other life.

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“Peter seriously... can you drop it? I don’t need relationship advice from you.” You said, hiking your backpack on your back as you walked to the train with him. Today Happy couldn’t pick you up and your dad was out Avenging, so he told you to take the train with Peter.

“I’m not going to drop it. Flash asked you to prom over text. He didn’t even have the guts to be rejected in person.” Peter pointed out, holding onto the bar.

“First of all, I didn’t reject him yet. And second of all, I don’t like it when people embarrass me with public displays. He seems to know me better than you.” You said as you leaned against the bar and raised your eyebrows.

“Really? Because your dad threw you a huge surprise birthday party in the middle of Central Park and you loved it.” He said, copying your raised eyebrows.

You were going to say something but stopped yourself. “Okay, well I didn’t need a huge promposal... this is cute anyway.” You said, shrugging as you glanced down to the text Flash sent.

“Will you make me the richest guy in the world and go to prom with me?” Peter read out the text. “That’s not even a good tag. He could’ve referenced something about Iron Man, or anything other than being rich.” He said, rolling his eyes.

��Yeah? What would you do? Sling up webs to spell out prom with a question mark?” You asked. You smirked as you saw Peter tense up. “Or swing me to the Empire State and have EDITH spell it out with lasers?” You teased.

“(Y/N) seriously, you gotta be quiet.” He said, not wanting you to say anymore. “Someone could be listening,” Peter said as he glanced around.

“No one is going to hear Parker. No one listens to you speak.” You said, chewing on the inside of your lip. He was cute when he was protective...

“They listen to you, you’re a Stark.” He said. You rolled your eyes and got off of the train at your stop. “Thanks for the advice Parker, but I think I can handle my dating life without your help.” You said, adjusting your bag on your back.

“Dating life?” Peter muttered and furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re not dating-“ he started but stopped when the doors closed. “Flash.” He muttered and looked down at his feet. Peter did know you, and he wanted to prove that to you.

He hopped off at the next stop, finding an empty alleyway to change into his suit. Peter knew that you teased him for it, but swinging through the city was the thing that made his heart beat faster. Well, that and whenever you laughed... talked... walked by... glanced his way. He could tell that you didn’t necessarily like him, but he had a tingle that he could change that.

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Peter let out a breath as he got to the building across from yours, shaking his hands and feet before swinging over to your window. He knocked on it gently, making you jump in surprise. Peter saw you roll your eyes and mutter something under your breath before telling FRIDAY to let him in. He crawled into the room from the window, hopping off it with a backflip.

“Come to the roof with me?” He asked, slipping his mask off once the window had shut and went into dark mode. “I want to show you something I think you’re going to like.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You could tell he was nervous, and it wasn’t the normal kind of Peter nervous where he was just jumpy all the time. It was the kind of nervous he got around your dad. “Are you going to kill me or something?” You asked. “You seem jumpier than usual.” You said and walked out of your room. You waited for him, knowing that he was changing out of his spidey suit.

“You’re saying I’m jumpy? You practically hit your head on the ceiling when I knocked on the window. And that’s saying something...” He said and a small smirk came to his lips at the look you gave him. “The ceilings are high.” He finished.

You walked to the elevator and pushed the button to go up, waiting for it as Peter joined you. “You didn’t answer my question. Are you going to kill me?” You asked. “‘Come to the roof with me’ doesn’t sound very inviting... with you... Especially because you can sling a web anywhere and swing off.” You said, walking into the elevator as the doors opened.

“You have bracelets that expand into body armor. The last way I would try to kill you is by pushing you off of your father’s building.” He said, leaning against the side of the elevator as it rose to the roof. “Well, that’s not the last way but it’s certainly not the smartest.” He corrected himself.

“Are you telling me that you actively think of ways to kill me? FRIDAY hears that and she just may alert my dad.” You said, laughing at the way his eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly.

“I-I... I don’t think of ways to kill you.” He started. “That’s the last thing I would ever do to you.” He said quietly as you laughed.

“Yeah? That would put you on bad terms with my dad, so I would assume-” You started while you walked out of the elevator, pausing as you saw the set up he had made.

“I know you’re probably busy, but would you mind swinging into prom with me?”

“Really Parker?” You asked, turning around to face him. “A promposal?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Uh... Yeah. I knew that you would like it, with the red and gold. I know you act like you hate your dad but I can tell that you love him. And you admire what he does, so I figured it would be a good way of asking with a Spidey reference and Iron Man colors...” He said, playing with his fingers. “So... Do you have an answer?” He asked, biting the inside of his lip.

“Of course I’ll go with you, you idiot. Why do you think I sent Flash those ‘I’ll think about it’ texts for?” You asked, laughing at his reaction. “I would never go to prom with Flash Thompson, you were right. He’s not a gentleman.” You said and walked over to him, giving him a warm hug. “He’s not you either.”

#lol this is kind of rough but its good right?#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x gender-neutral reader #spiderman #spider-man #marvel #tom holland #tom holland x reader #mcu #katie answers #mcuamerica #request

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cards-onthetable · 5 years

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Emotional roller coaster

I just have so, so, so many feelings about last night’s episode. I’m not going to sit here and waste time onhow Maria Baez is too good for this trashcan show, or how ridiculous it is that every damn thing is a huge conflict of interest now (Erin being sent to deal with her dad re: some controversial issue? Frank saying “if I can’t get my daughter to do what I want...” or something like that? Me still watching when every scene nauseates me? Gross x 3). Today I’m just going to talk about Jamko. I went back and forth between (almost) 👀😍 and like, crying in misery every scene so join me on this emotional roller coaster of ridiculousness.

Scene: crossing paths in the precinct between shifts

OMG this scene is actually almost cute.

Eddie in a t-shirt (even if it’s pink)? Jamie in short sleeves? Omg omg 😍

“You look like a partner I used to have.” Is this... an attempt... at old style bantery Jamko?!

I can’t figure out what’s up with Jamie even after watching multiple times (thanks @jamkosarmyoftwo). He looks better/less dead than he has in a while (maybe it’s the short sleeved uniform? 👀👀) But lol his voice/inflection/line delivery is still a little off.

It feels noteworthy that not only did Eddie volunteer to be the decoy driver in this operation to catch the cab passenger — the whole operation is her idea.

A steak sandwich waiting in the fridge after a long night at work? This is like the first Real Evidence that Jamie actually loves her. Let me tell you, I’d pretty much marry anyone who feeds me after a night shift on the spot.

Eddie waving at him is cute not gonna lie. 😍😂

Sidenote: what’s the status of Jamie and Eddie’s relationship at the precinct? We know their superiors know they’re married at this point, but what about the other cops? Are we just ignoring that little detail they spent a year apparently hiding? Yes? Okay cool.

Scene: Eddie and Witten at another cab robbery

😂😂😂 someone else besides Eddie now gets to be the STEP BACK yeller! Amazing! Eddie’s moving up in the NYPD y’all.

Why is it daylight? Is it the next day after the precinct scene? What happened to these middle-of-the-night robberies? I have many questions about this, folks.

I legit cracked up when Eddie goes to check on the victim and he falls forward, dead. Is this meant to be some comic relief? Why do I watch this show?

Scene: Jamie and Eddie’s apartment

Eddie’s making Jamie dinner after he left her a steak sandwich. Again, I have questions about the sequence of these scenes... Eddie’s already had another shift so it has to be the next day right? Nothing makes sense.

I’ll try to ignore Eddie choosing to make Jamie a damn salmon (because that’s a reasonable, quick-ish weeknight dinner before rushing off to work) and apparently only making one (would she not have like, fed herself too???) because omg for a second, they’re almost cute 👀👀

I would’ve liked to see a quick little kiss when Jamie walks in like they’re some kind of normal couple but it’s whatever, I guess

“Aw, you didn’t have to do thaaaattttt!” Again with the weird inflection. Maybe this means he’s trying for something other than ugh-just-get-through-the-scene-without-dying? But lol.

Aaaaand then we go from almost-cute to cringey super fast.

Eddie asks about the decoy operation (reasonable) and then gets weirdly upset about the wrong things when Jamie updates her.

Old Eddie would easily have understood the selection of a decoy who closely resembles the victim profile. Like don’t even with me @ her getting all butthurt over not being chosen for a role where they need a male.

It bothers the fuck out of me that Eddie reacts the way she does to Jamie getting the driver job. Again, objectively, she should realize why she was passed over. And Old Eddie would not have expected Jamie to give her this ~special treatment~ she’s asking for here when she says he should have told the sergeant that she wanted that job. And... she wants it because the last scene “got to her”? And she claims Jamie’s being “overprotective”? God I hate it all.

Talk about an inappropriate ~work-life balance~ when they’re having these emotional Disagreements about work-related matters at home. Gross gross gross.

Oh we’re mentioning last year’s decoy op when Jamie jumped out of the damn bushes to save Eddie (which was totally overprotective and inappropriate)? GOOD LET’S file this away for later shall we?

Now Eddie’s basically storming out. Nice. I hate it. I feel like this ~argument~ was done completely the wrong way and I can’t take either of them seriously right now.

Scene: family dinner

SPOILER ALERT: I HATE EDDIE IN THIS SCENE TOO

Remember that time Eddie waltzed into Jamie’s apartment all “you got ESPN?” And that deleted scene where she tried to win Mets tickets? And the general idea in earlier seasons that she’s a sports fan?

SO WHY THE FUCK does she get this horrified look on her face all “that’s part of the game?!” when Sean says he hit the opposing pitcher with a pitch?

Yes dude. Payback in the form of intentionally hitting opposing players with pitches is a part of baseball. I will withhold my personal opinion on this topic but the point is, yeah, it’s a common thing in the game of baseball. So gross @ Eddie up in here acting like she’s never heard of that before and she’s all horrified by it. I don’t buy it.

“Where’d you get that, G Gordon Liddy?” Lol when I asked @ontherockswithsalt who tf G Gordon Liddy is, she was all “ASK YOUR DAD THAT’S WHO” so cool @ Eddie casually referencing this Watergate dude when she was not born yet when that went down.

0/10 I hate it.

Scene: decoy discussion after dinner

WAIT Tell me more about Jamie’s past sports gambling. 👀👀

Last time we talked about this, Eddie was pissed that Jamie was chosen instead of her and accused Jamie of being overprotective. And here she is being overprotective asking if there are any safer alternatives? 🙃 I’m tired.

Yes please Jamie. Explain to Eddie ~how the job works~. Good good.

They don’t annunciate at all in this scene and I can barely understand what they’re saying. Glad to have you back, Will “just-get-through-the-scene-without-dying” Estes.

Sidenote: Lol @ his short sleeved button down. Dad Look on point.

Scene: DECOY OP OH BOY HERE WE GO 🙃

Jamie picks up the suspected perp in broad daylight with a huge ass black van not at all discreetly following him. Nice.

Eddie anxiously listening to police radio somewhere in her own car. Nice.

“Just drive.” Lol @ everything.

By the way cabs in NY have partitions between the driver and the backseat to protect the driver so this entire premise is bullshit and they would’ve done better to make it like, Uber drivers getting whacked or something. but who cares about realism?

“What the hell are you going?” Like he’s so damn casual @ having a gun held to his head. I’m dying. 😂😂😂

OH NO THE HUGE ASS BLACK VAN LOST THE FEED. WHATEVER WILL THEY DO?! Also highkey dying @ this ridiculous graphic. 😂🙃

The fuck @ this entire car ...chase? Whatever you’d call it when Jamie is driving with his knees for blocks and blocks while holding an armed attacker at bay.

HE’S WEARING CARGO PANTS GOD SPARE ME.

EDDIE TO THE RESCUE WHAT THE FUCK?

The “find my phone app” is more reliable than NYPD technology? Nice.

And then Jamie rolls his eyes before they do this weird jerky grab-each-other thing and I hate it all.

SOME ISSUES: Eddie listening in on a police operation while off duty. Eddie using the fucking FIND MY PHONE APP to interfere with said police op. Eddie shooting a perp while off duty.

Normally this would prompt a huge ass investigation into all of Eddie’s activities, including off duty discharging her gun. This seems like very clear evidence that they can’t safely continue working out of the same precinct. Yet I’m sure there will be zero consequences and we’re just supposed to be all 😍😍 @ Eddie saving the day.

It’s all so ridiculously absurd, y’all. I can’t take this shit seriously. I mean is the show even trying anymore? When I watched this scene live last night, I literally thought “wow this is it, this is where I stop watching Blue Bloods.” And I mean that may or may not be true but like... I hate it so much.

Scene: Eddie and Jamie’s apartment again. Sitting Like This on the couch.

Lol @ this casual transition from watching a cooking show to “that’s the second time you’ve saved my life. Thanks.” 🙃🙃🙃

This discussion that “if we accept the risks for ourselves we have to accept the risks for each other” is actually a great line and it’s a thing they should’ve talked about a long time ago, way before getting married. But that doesn’t mean I’m cool with Eddie taking it on herself to be Jamie’s guardian angel (who the fuck basically calls themselves someone else’s guardian angel? 🙃) for the rest of their careers.

THIS KISS. Geez I’m not here for it. Like every kiss they’ve had since getting engaged has looked just like the 2 kisses they had before that. I need to feel something different in these married people kisses okay?

IN SUMMARY: These contrived Jamko work situations are about to get really old really fast and I need a change if I’m going to keep tolerating this bullshit on my tv every Friday night. They don’t have a healthy coping strategy re: each other’s inherent risks as cops and they don’t have a healthy coping strategy to allow them to work out of the same precinct and constantly be aware of/involved in the other’s work activities. It’s stupid from a marriage standpoint, stupid from a work and realism standpoint, and ridiculous all around. Do better, folks. I hate it.

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justrae2010 · 6 years

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Yurio had come back from his lunch break ready to crack on for once and in the mood to actually make an effort - because sometimes he could be nice like that - but then the first sight of the paperwork on his desk killed that feeling flat.

It wasn’t the papers themselves that were the problem. A handful of invoices he could handle, whatever he needed to do with them.

The post-it note on top of the invoices though… yeah, that was a problem.

“Okay, who the fuck left this on my desk?”

FU.

Written in thick black marker the two capital letters stood boldly out from the pale yellow post-it, glaring, mocking, and-

Yurio ripped it off, crinkling the paper viciously.

Who was the wise guy? His piercing blue eyes scanned around the office for the culprit, for the one with the balls to eff him via post it note and not to his face. Chulanont, Katsuki - surely Otabek wouldn’t, would he? The thought sent his heart plummeting, lump building in his throat-

A ping from his computer distracted him - incoming email. Great, Yurio rolled his eyes as he leaned in over the keyboard, squinting at his inbox.

Victor .

Even when the old bastard had the afternoon off work, he was still bothersome, emailing incessantly from his iPhone.

Yurio wasn’t even planning on reading it. He didn’t care anymore. He would delete it, ignore it, pretend he’d never received it, because who cared , really? If it was anything really that important than Victor would do it himself. It was Friday afternoon, and Yurio was already pissed. He couldn’t deal with Victor’s nonsense today. His mouse hovered over the delete button, an inch away from clicking it when-

“That bastard…” he breathed, voice deadly quiet.

“Who’s a bastard?”

Yurio leapt out of his skin.

He hadn’t noticed Otabek creep up behind him. Not even creep - he’d just walked. Like a normal person, quiet but far from completely ignorable. Unless Yurio was involved it seemed, completely oblivious to anything but his own insult.

Yurio’s hand shot to his racing heart before he could help it, catching his breath sharply. Of all the people to make a fool out of himself in front of, it had to be Otabek…

His fellow clerk wore a soft smirk as he sat down at his desk beside Yurio’s, brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

For a moment, it made Yurio forget everything.

...just for a moment.

“Victor,” he all but spat out as the rage hit him afresh, biting back with a vengeance. He could feel the email glaring at him from his computer, mocking, an absolute insult. “He sent me this stupid email - and I’m guessing he’s the one that left the note too, that prick. He could have at least said it to my face. What the hell did I do?”

The wheels of Otabek’s chair swished smoothly as he pushed himself across the connected desks, leaning over Yurio’s keyboard to look at his computer screen.

The email from Victor - Subject: Reminder to FU - filled the screen.

That was all it said.

Reminder to FU.

No explanation, no clue as to what Yurio might have done to offend his boss - he hadn’t even spoken to the dude that morning! What could he have possibly done wrong?! Maybe could file some sort of lawsuit with HR for harassment or something-

“Um, Yuri.”

“Hm?”

“You know that ‘FU’ means ‘ follow up’ , right?”

Yurio swore his heart stopped.

“Did we follow these suppliers up for the credit notes we’re due? Looks like these invoices are for the stock we sent back last week, so we’re waiting on a credit-”

“I knew that,” Yuri blubbered, feeling his cheeks smart with how red hot they were. “I totally knew that. Shut up. I knew that. I was just testing you. Victor is still an asshole though. What are doing invading my space like that? Go away, I’ve got work to do.”

Otabek pressed his lips together tight to hold back his snigger, slipping silently back to his seat at his own desk.

He swore he heard little mutters of ‘ I knew that’ coming from Yurio’s desk every now and then for the next twenty minutes or so.

Read more Accounting AU here.

#YOI #Yuri on ice #victuuri #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #fanfiction #mine #Accounting au

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thethespacecoyote · 6 years

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“Passion, Postponed”

Rhys looked up, blindly fidgeting with his phone as he scanned the menu pasted to the side of the truck’s concession window. It sold mostly burgers and fries and usually Rhys opted for the dressed salad and patty nudged in the customary paper basket, but today….

Today that double cheeseburger with grilled onions and bacon lardons looked pretty damn good. And fries, while he was at it! Covered in cheese and more bacon.

His phone buzzed, snapping his attention from the menu and his food lust and back down to his phone. He narrowed his eyes at Jack’s message, sticking his lip out.

p good probs still gonna b late tonight tho.

Rhys heart fell, though he wasn’t sure what he expected. As the day went on and on, it grew less likely that Jack was going to surprise and spoil him with some lavish Valentine’s Day plans.

Just some Vday fluff! Modern AU where Rhys thinks Jack forgot what day it is, but he might not be totally correct... ;)

Jack was usually the one who made plans.

Dinners, hotels, flights—anything that needed a preemptive credit card payment. He knew enough about Rhys to make sure the kid’s tastes were always taken into question when he made arrangements, but he was still usually the one who had final say and, most importantly, put down the money.

So Rhys didn’t even bother making Valentine’s Day plans himself, figuring that Jack would take care of everything as he usually did. When he woke up on the morning itself, he found the bed empty and, with an eager little smile on his face, trundled down the stairs, expecting to find their entire kitchen flooded in decorations with the smell of french toast cooking on the stove—but instead he found nothing but the normal kitchen and the normal table and the normal breakfast of cereal and the normal Jack with his hair just barely mussed into place and his tie hanging still loose around his unbuttoned collar.

“G’morning, babe,” Jack waved to him idly as he leaned his hip against the counter, listening to the bubble of the coffee maker. Rhys shot him a slight smile, expecting Jack to say a little more, but he didn’t, instead turning away when the bubbling pot dinged. He grabbed his bright yellow mug from the cabinet and poured the coffee, blowing it a few times before drinking it black.

Rhys skirted around the kitchen, words dancing on the tip of his tongue as he watched Jack’s back. A quick scan of the counters and table found no sign of presents or cards or anything one might expect from their loved one on Valentine’s day. Rhys creased his brows in suspicion, wondering if he should be the first to break the silence on the holiday, but what if his presents were out in the living room? Jack was a reluctant morning person, always needing his coffee before he could pull together his humanity and drive to tackle the day—maybe Rhys’ gifts were out in the living room, and as soon as Jack was done having his coffee, he’d take him there.

So he kept mostly quiet, pouring his cereal and eating it as he leaned up against the counter, watching Jack as he sipped down the rest of his coffee before upending the mug in the sink. Rhys smiled as Jack turned towards him, quickly swallowing the cereal in his mouth and setting the bowl on the counter—this was it.

Jack took his hands, grinned, and said—

“Do you know where my keys are, Rhysie?”

Rhys blinked, lips parting in confusion.

“I—ah, they’re by the plants” Rhys gestured dumbly behind him. Jack winked, sliding over to grab the keys from beside the little glass terrariums clustered by the sink (to best ensure watering.) Disappointment flooded through Rhys as Jack pocketed the keys, though he managed to recover his smile as Jack leaned back over and rubbed their noses together.

“Love you, babe. I’ll see you after work, ‘kay?”

“Yeah?” Rhys brightened as Jack shrugged on his blazer, buttoning it over his stomach.

“Yeah. Might be a little late cause I got a meeting at like four, though. And you know how traffic is.”

“Oh.” Rhys’ smile faltered. “Okay.”

Jack even kissed him goodbye like it was a normal day. No extra tongue or butt-grabbing or anything to show off Jack knew it was a special occasion, just a regular old peck on the lips. Rhys tried to keep his disappointment at bay as he waved Jack off, watching through the front windows as Jack’s car pulled down and out of the driveway, glossy finish reflecting the overcast sky as he drove off down the street and out of sight.

Rhys counted to five—watching and waiting to see if maybe Jack would figure it out, break to a halt and come barreling back with apologies and flowers and a pint of Rhys’ favorite ice cream. Or maybe the doorbell would ring and he’d be showered in flowers and a crisp invitation beckoning him to reservations at his favorite restaurant.

He waited a minute, two minutes. Three. Five. His only reward was more silence and the distant honking of a car alarm.

Rhys sighed, sticking out his lower lip as he it grew less and less likely that Jack was going to give him a morning surprise. He kept his attention on his phone, waiting on an apologetic text as he tossed out the now soggy cereal and went to grab some coffee, happy to find his boyfriend had at least had the foresight to brew a full pot of coffee and not drink at all.

Jeez. He was so lucky.

Rhys’ lunch hour offered another cup of coffee and a trip down to the food trucks that clustered in the plaza behind the Atlas building. He slipped his phone out of his pocket as he walked out into the sun, the smell of cooking meat and sizzling cheese filling his nose as he open up his text message. His stomach plummeted as he saw nothing from Jack—no “oh crap, I’m sorry I forgot Valentine’s Day Rhys, please forgive me!” or even any kind of cryptic message that might lead Rhys down the rabbit hole of hope to at least stave off the crawling disappointment for the rest of the day and actually allow him to get some work on instead of dwelling on the fact that his boyfriend was a huge jerk and seriously how could Jack forget Valentine’s Day?

Rhys huffed, his laptop bag bouncing uncomfortably against his hip as he got into line for his favorite truck, hoping he could distract himself with food. His fingers danced over his phone screen as he shuffled behind a businessman talking loudly on his bluetooth, skating out a couple of messages only to delete them seconds later.

He finally bit the bullet and tapped something out, hitting send as his heart leapt.

Hows work going?

He looked up, blindly fidgeting with his phone as he scanned the menu pasted to the side of the truck’s concession window. It sold mostly burgers and fries and usually Rhys opted for the dressed salad and patty nudged in the customary paper basket, but today….

Today that double cheeseburger with grilled onions and bacon lardons looked pretty damn good. And fries, while he was at it! Covered in cheese and more bacon.

His phone buzzed, snapping his attention from the menu and his food lust and back down to his phone. He narrowed his eyes at Jack’s message, sticking his lip out.

p good probs still gonna b late tonight tho.

Rhys heart fell, though he wasn’t sure what he expected. As the day went on and on, it grew less likely that Jack was going to surprise and spoil him with some lavish Valentine’s Day plans.

Oh ok. See you later.

Rhys sighed and put his phone back into his pocket, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

He could really use that burger.

Rhys pushed himself into work as soon as he finished his lunch break, trying to bury himself in numbers and code to forget about how pissed he was at his boyfriend. Unfortunately, the burger wasn’t sitting particularly well with him, his stomach gurgling and twisting and forcing him to go to the bathroom an embarrassing amount of times.

Rhys couldn’t very well blame his indigestion on Jack, but he was going to do it anyway.

He actually ended up getting off early—whether it was because he’d actually finished enough work, or if his boss had noticed his sullen mood and traitorous stomach—which would’ve been great on a normal day, or if he had plans to night, but considering he had nothing going on but bad feelings he really didn’t want to go home just to sit and wait around and watch television as he waited for Jack to finally get back from his job.

He glumly dragged himself to his car, stomach still turning from the remains of the burger as he slid into the driver’s seat. He checked his phone anyway, even though he hadn’t felt it buzz since Jack had messaged him back during lunch.

Of course, there was nothing. Rhys hissed, tossing his phone into the passenger’s seat as he started up the car.

The endless stop-start of fledgling rush hour traffic hammered further into his annoyance. Any patience he had left was stretched to its breaking point, and when the car in front of him stopped abruptly short and nearly sent his car sailing into its bumper he finally snapped, slapping the steering wheel in frustration and shouting so loud the reverb from his car doors left his ears ringing.

Finally, finally he peeled off the freeway and sailed into his neighborhood, any of his typical cursory respect for the suburban speed limit replaced by his need to be home and properly stewing in a nest of blankets and ice cream. Maybe he’d even break into Jack’s liquor cabinet and crack into that bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon he kept saying he was saving for a special occasion. It would really show him, and Rhys could get properly sloshed and forget about how every other couple in the neighborhood was probably already well on their way to their Valentine’s plans.

He dragged his feet up to the door, the clenching indigestion in his stomach replaced by a bitterness that soured all the way up to his chest. The porch light flicked on, even as the sun just barely started to set besides him. He wrinkled his nose, wondering just how late Jack would end up being. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for him to stay up working way past the time Rhys needed to go to bed if Hyperion so demanded his expertise.

Rhys sighed, adjusting the weight of his laptop bag against his shoulder as he opened the front door.

And then the air exploded.

Rhys squeaked as a pop resounded through his ears and he threw his hands up—terrified he’d accidentally run into a home intruder who was about to plug a bullet in his skull—only for a shower of glittery pink and red and white confetti rained down on him above. It drenched him like snow, catching in the folds of his clothes and peppering his hair as he gaped at the state of his house.

The entire foyer was draped in streamers, crisscrossing the ceiling of the entryway. The path leading off towards the rest of his home was lined with twinkling baby pink fairy lights that guided Rhys eye, inviting him to explore the sudden festive dream that he’d suddenly been tossed into.

Glittery confetti shook from his clothes, leaving a garish trail behind him as he carefully stepped through the foyer. He took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of vanilla and strawberry the walls had been painted with. Beneath that, he could just barely detect the scent of broiling meat and steaming veggies, an odd savory smell undercutting the saccharine aroma that was choking the air inside the home.

Just when he was thinking that some crazy interior designer had broken into his house and drenched the entire thing in cloying decorations, he rounded the corner into the living room to find it in a similar state—draped in streamers, lights, heart-shaped balloons and confetti—but with Jack standing right in the center by the coffee table in a pristine white suite and pink shirt and a blood red tie that somehow still made him stand out even with the glut of similar colors stuffed all around him.

So, not a crazy person. Just Jack.

“Oh my god,” Rhys put his hands up to his face, cheeks blushing to match the decorations as he walked towards his boyfriend on numb legs, completely bowled over in surprise. Jack’s grin grew, knowing and devilish as he opened his arms wide, inviting Rhys in.

The tension in his chest now completely undone, Rhys quickly fell into his boyfriend’s embrace, burying his face against Jack’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply, rubbing his nose against the white fabric—Jack was wearing that cologne that Rhys endlessly expressed that he loved, the one that’d been discontinued, Jack explained, and thus needed to be rationed out for special occasions only.

“Easy, kid, don’t get your snot on the tux, it’s new,” Jack chuckled as he patted Rhys’ back. The young man snorted, lifting his head from Jack’s shoulders as he rubbed a hand over his nose, sniffling as he glanced at his boyfriend.

“Sorry, I just….well, this morning, you didn’t so…I mean, I thought…”

“What? You didn’t think I really forgot, did ya?” Jack’s grin spread, eyes twinkling with mirth. “That’s so not like me.”

“I mean….I didn’t….I just….” Rhys stammered, still a little overwhelmed by the pink and red whirlwind that had stormed through their house, coupled with the fact that Jack had remembered what day it was, after all.

He shook his head, a relieved smile finally curling on his lips.

“Should have trusted you’d pull something out of your ass.”

“Out of my ass?” Jack balked, scandalized. “Rhysie, pumpkin, do you think you can just go to the store and get five pounds of confetti on Valentine’s Day? Not to mention everything else? This—“ he gestured about, “—was all planned weeks in advance.”

Rhys chuckled, turning his chin down to pick a bit of confetti off of his shirt.

“I guess you’re right…I’m a little surprised you didn’t get confetti in the shape of your face…” He squinted at the glittery little piece between his fingers. “It’s not, isn’t it?”

Jack hissed under his breath.

“Aw, damn, that would have been a great idea!” He snapped his fingers in mock frustration. “Gonna have to get those for my birthday.”

“Guess I’ll have to remember to order it custom when that time comes.” Rhys bumped his hips closer to Jack’s, lifting his arms to wrap them properly around his boyfriend’s shoulders. He swayed him softly, to the tune of the romantic music drifting from the unusually subdued stereo, as Jack’s hands rubbed along Rhys’ hips and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“There’s a change of clothes hanging for ya in the hall closet, baby,” Jack breathed over his ear, “why don’t you go slip into that before we have dinner?”

“Jack, no—“

“Don’t worry, it’s something tasteful,” Jack snickered as he pulled away, hand lifting from Rhys’ hip to take his chin in hand, thumb tip rubbing tenderly against his lower lip, “which isn’t to say I don’t have some other surprises set up for when we make it up to the bedroom.”

Rhys shivered as Jack’s thumb darted ever so briefly between the warm break between his lips. Maybe it was the smell of braising steak that’d whet his palate, but he almost stuck his tongue out to get a taste of Jack’s finger.

Easy.

“Food first,” Rhys stated as Jack released his chin, though he still trailed his finger down the bob of Rhys’ throat, “I definitely want you to pamper me with your cooking before i have to do all the work in bed.”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna make you eat those words, cupcake. But only after you eat everything I’ve been slaving over all afternoon.”

He patted Rhys’ back, turning and nudging him in the direction of the hall closet, where Rhys indeed found a perfectly tailored suit instead of some kind of gaudy novelty lingerie. It matched Jack’s with the exception of the bright blue shirt that made him truly stand out against the clusterfuck of Valentine’s colors that had consumed his house.

Rhys questioned the practicality of white suits considering they were about to sit down to a meal of steak no doubt slathered in one of Jack’s signature sauces, but as Rhys strode out and smiled at his boyfriend and took his hand and let him kiss him and dote on him and lead him to the perfectly set dining room table where Jack had already cracked open the Screaming Eagle and poured it out into their glasses, and as they both sit down to a meal softly lit by candlelight, Rhys finally says it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jack.”

Jack chuckled as he pulled out Rhys’ chair, kissing him on the temple as he sat down.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Rhysie.”

#spacetext #long post #rhack #fluff #i had fun with this #fanfic #tftbl

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years

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Roleplay Server Log #241

"Call From Jeb, The Overworld Queen, The Red Kitten”

[Doc] Decides to walk Markus out.

[Notch] is looking very glum, and starts suddenly at a rather insistent buzzing from him inventory. He pulls out his phone and scowls at it.

[Doc] What is it?

[Notch] Fucking Jeb... -he answers the phone with faux sweetness- yes?

[Jeb] I saw some rather unusual activities earlier and I have information....

[Notch] Spit it out.

[Jeb] Replace my computer?

[Notch] Groans, I can't come out there and hold your damn hand, fuck it, I'll wire you money and you can buy whatever. Hold on- he's pulls the phone away from his ear to bring up an app and transfer a sizable amount to his former colleague- there! Now you better have something good for me!

[Jeb] There's a NOTCH out there performing some rather high level deletions for an AI and we saw it kill a brine with impunity, but since the numbers shuffle we weren't sure which one it was. Either way, it's dangerous, and you might be able to do something with its number.

[Notch] Low and angry- I would have just given it to you...

[Jeb] Well I'm not you. Do you want it or not?

[Notch] Grinds his teeth- I paid for it, give it to me. - he pulls out a book and quill and scribbled down the code before hanging up on Jeb a bit more forcefully then needed- dammit sometimes I miss analog phones. It was way more satisfying to slam one down then just hit a button.

[Doc] Looks at the notation-So, what is this?

[Notch] It's a tracking number. The AIs have them so they can be monitored and identified more easily. Herobrines have signature codes as well, but they're always shifting and changing because of their inherent glitchy nature. It's not normal for a NOTCH to be able to lock on a brine and delete them so easily. It's like trying to pick a lock while the different components rearrange themselves. Cps NOTCH is just as formidable and dangerous as he is.

[Doc] Wait a minute... Is a NOTCHAI's number anything like a player name? A system registry marker that lets you in or keeps you out of other servers?

[Notch] Yeah... The system sees them as the same...

[Doc] mental wheels spinning furiously - so technically.... Give me that number!

[Notch] Fumbles the book a little passing it- what are you going to do?

[Doc] Grins- I'm going to blacklist his code so he's permabanned from this server.

[Notch] That's so... I'm sorta pissed I didn't think of it myself.

[Doc] it might make Lie feel more secure at least.

[Lie] Once everyone has gone and Hera has set up a pen for Maggie she lays on her bed, curled around CP's spawn egg. Hera is passed out on the other side of the bed asleep, but still there for her friend. Lie however just can't find sleep so she is quick to hear someone approaching on the bridge. She sits up as the door opens and Endrea sticks her head in- Endrea, do you need anything?

[Endrea] Shakes her head as she completely steps in and shuts the door behind her- There are some things we need to discuss

[Lie] - What is it?

[Endrea] - The mobs on your husbands server, they are scared. They know what happened to him and they need to be reassured that they are safe, and that their Master isn't truly gone

[Lie] - Endrea I don't have a clue as to how to do any of that, hell I've only just gotten portals done!

[Endrea] - I know, which is why I suggested to Winston that perhaps he do the speaking or guide you through it while you appear formidable, it's what the mobs are used to

[Lie] - Just how am I meant to look formidable to them, they're used to CP's strength, a strength I just don't think I have right now

[Endrea] - Wear his armor

[Lie] - Excuse me?

[Endrea] - His obsidian armor, you know armors automatically adjust to whoever is wearing them

[Lie] - I don't know... It was built specifically for him...

[Endrea] - Yes, but he'd most likely willingly use it to protect you, which is precisely what it will be doing. Winston is willing to help you with it once you get over to the other seed. When you're ready that is

[Lie] - I'll... I'll think about it... But what will I do with his egg while I'm doing that? I don't want to leave it exposed

[Endrea] I can be curled around you and keep it hidden in my paws for you if you desire

[Lie] - I suppose that would work...

[Endrea] - Shall I let Winston know to start gathering the mobs and the generals?

[Lie] Sighs- Yes, go ahead

[Endrea] Hesitates- You do realize they will be looking towards you for a plan as well? They will have questions for you as you are their leader

[Lie] - I know... I'll think of something. Thank you for being here Endrea

[Endrea] - Always Mistress- The dragon then turns and leaves Lie in the quiet of her room once more

[Herabrine] Opens one eye- So I guess we're going out for a bit?

[Lie] Jumps a little- YOU WERE LISTENING!?

[Herabrine] shrugs - I'm a brine. We're naturally nosy.

[Lie] Groans- Yeah... We're going out...- She holds CP's egg a bit tighter

[Herabrine] Do we know where his armor is? I hope he didn't have it on him.

[Lie] - Should be back where ever he got it from. I'm sure Winston knows

[Herabrine] Streches- I'm ready when you are queenie.

[Lie] - Please don't call me that

[Herabrine] Just smirks- Call Winston.

[Lie] Sighs and stands up- I'm sure Endrea's already talking with him, come on

[Herabrine] Follows- Do you know what you're going to say?

[Lie] - Not a clue

[Endrea] Is in the workroom speaking with Winston through one of his portals-

[Winston] Notices Lie- Ah, Mistress, there you are

[Lie] - Hello Winston

[Herabrine] Hey Winston, do you know where Cp keeps his fancy armor?

[Winston] - Yes, in his bedroom, just a shame the weapons which go with it are broken...

[Herabrine] Broken and gone? Or just almost broken?

[Winston] - Just broken, in our server broken tools do not despawn

[Herabrine] Round em up. We can likely get them fixed by the same Testificate that repaired his armor. But not today.

[Winston] - Duly noted, now please come Mistress, the summons has already been sent and I suspect it won't take long for them to gather

[Lie] - Alright- She steps through the portal into the higher resolution

[Herabrine] Follows her in and sways for a moment. - Gods that makes me feel like I'm gonna yack-

[Lie] - Sorry Hera

[Winston] Leads them into CP's room and presses the hidden button to open the wall and reveal the armor. He takes it off it's stand and offers it to Lie-

[Lie] Takes it and looks it over, before placing CP's egg on his bed and donning the armor. The armor shifts to fit her feminine form yet still holds it's sharpness and appearance of strength-

[Herabrine] Whistles in appreciation. - You look fierce! Let me have the broken stuff Winston. I'll hang on to it until we can get it fixed.

[Winston] Looks at Lie for confirmation and his Mistress gives it. He goes over and fiddles with something before what is essentially a drawer pops out to reveal three obsidian tools. A sword, broken into many pieces, a pick which is cracked and has a few pieces separated from it, and an axe which is mostly just cracked because it was used the least-

[Herabrine] What, no hoe? I bet it's hidden someplace else cause it was never used.

[Winston] Gathers the tools and hands them over to Hera- That would be correct, the Master has never had any use for it

[Herabrine] Hmph. I wonder if he can hear us? He's probably just be mad because I'm in his room.

[Winston] - Yes, even I am technically not allowed in here, the Mistress is probably the only one actually allowed...

[Lie] Picks up CP's egg-

[Herabrine] well come on then, let's get this over with.

[Winston] - Do you have something to say to them? Or would you prefer I speak for you Mistress?

[Lie] - Please Winston, it would be much appreciated

[Winston] - I understand, please follow me

[Lie] Nods and follows Winston out of the room and towards the area which her coronation had been held. Hera and Endea are following behind them and Endrea shifts to her dragon form once in the hallway. Lie is uneasy being here without her mate but she can't think about it long as the doors before them swing open. The generals are where they had stood before, but much more solemn this time around. There is a vastly smaller amount of mobs where there had been a multitude before. All of them are silent and looking up at their Master's mate expectantly. Winston steps forwards to address them-

[Winston] - Fellow mobs! I speak for our Mistress today when I tell you that everybeing here has been affected by the loss of our Master. However our Mistress will do what she can to help protect us as her mate has done for a very long time. For the time being please, keep yourselves hidden away, there's no need to expose yourselves if there are no players! And I am pleased to assure you that the Master is not gone and he will return! Please, bare your safety in mind and for the sake of our Mistress do not try anything rash!

-There's a murmur from the crowd below and Lie's hands tighten a little around CP's egg as she watches them carefully. She hopes she doesn't screw her husbands entire server over by saying or doing the wrong thing. She's a bit surprised when Endrea nudges her a little-

[Endrea] - You should speak to them Mistress, calm them...

[Lie] - What should I say?

[Endrea] - What ever your heart feels is right

[Lie] Swallows nervously before stepping forwards, Winston steps back politely to give her some space. She looks at the crowd gathered before her- I am not going to claim that I know what I'm doing. Some of you may remember that I did lead a group of humans, but I have never had to lead this many before. If I stumble and make mistakes then please forgive me, for I am doing the best I can. I am not my mate, I do not have the war experience which he does, but I will fight for you if you stand by me. Each one of you is important to my mate thus you are important to me

-The crowd speaks amongst themselves, as if agreeing to Lie's terms and soon a cheer sets up which gives Lie a bit of relief. Winston touches her arm and urges her back before giving a closing speech to the mobs and leading Lie away-

[Lie] Feels light headed from the stress of speaking to all the mobs and allows Winston to guide her to the conference room where he seats her in CP's usual spot as the other generals file into their spots. Winston grab a chair for Hera and places it next to Lie-

[Herabrine] Well that went decently well...

[Herabrine] Are you okay Lie?

[Lie] - Yeah, just, really not used to this...

[Herabrine] I think the best person to be in charge is someone who doesn't want to be. People who want power are more likely to be corrupted by it. Pretend the mobs are kids you're babysitting

[Lie] Please don't stick that image in my head

-The generals are silent for a few moments before Magnolia speaks-

[Magnolia] - So what happens now? What are we going to do?

[Lie] - In all honesty I'm not sure, but what I said is true. I will do my best to protect you, but I require your help as well. I don't have any idea as to what to do with this large of a group, which is why I'm depending on all of you

[Blake] - And why should we follow you? Why shouldn't one of us take charge?

[Endrea] Snorts- You're an idiot Blake. All the lesser mobs know that the bright eyes control all, they will not listen to the leader of another group of mobs unless their general is close with that general. And even then there is no guarantee

[Grayson] - She's so pathetic and puny though, probably can't even fight- The large pigman stands, grinning darkly before lunging at Lie to attack her

[Winston] Both he and Endrea leap up to Lie's defense, but there was no need as sharp black vines whip up, grabbing Grayson and slamming him back into a wall, holding him there and digging deep throns into him-

[Endrea] - Mistress...

[Lie] - I don't wish to fight Grayson, especially at this time when we are facing such a large threat

[Samuel] - I agree with the Mistress, we need to focus and figure what to do about NOTCH

[Lie] - Have there been any more sightings of him since CP was removed?

[Eliza] - No my lady, but one of my children was there when your mate was killed, would you like to speak with them?

[Lie] - Yes please, the more we know about what happened, the better

[Eliza] Nods- I have them waiting in the hall, should I call them now?

[Lie] - Go ahead

[Eliza] Lets out a series of clicks and a small cave spider comes in, it's obviously nervous as it trembles a little- M... Mistress

[Lie] - It's alright, you're not in trouble. I just wish to know what happened

[Cave Spider] Trembles a bit before finding it's voice- I.. I was hiding in some grass when I saw the Master come into the area, the NOTCH was stalking him and it was obvious that the Master was distracted since he was not noticed right away. When the... WHen the Master did finally notice him he immediately challenged him... NOTCH... NOTCH had a sword... and the Master called both his weapons but put his sword away so all he had was his pick... They fought, NOTCH barely scratched Master with the sword but it killed the Master. HIs body fell apart, unraveling at it's code...

[Lie] Looks about ready to cry again as she hears this and her breathing has picked up- Thank you for the information, it is useful... You may go

[Cave Spider] The small arachnid bows and leaves the room which falls into a hushed silence-

[Lie] Quietly- It wasn't quick...... Only the breaking of our connection was...

[Herabrine] her expression is dark- he'll pay dearly for that. I doubt he realizes what a large beehive he's kicked.

[Lie] Under the table reaches for Hera's hand for comfort-

[Blake] - So obviously the NOTCH has developed something new to combat us with... And we now know it's a sword, but what exactly did he do to the sword and how do we defend against it?

[Lie] - I don't know... I may know some others which may have an idea, but other than that...

[Blake] - Well you're of great help

[Herabrine] Takes her hand and whispers- remember, he's not gone

[Lie] - I am trying Blake, which seems to be more than you're doing. At least I'm attempting to find answers rather than just asking questions

[Herabrine] I'm sure we'll be on better footing once we have more information...

[Lie] - But how do we get it without confronting him and putting more lives in danger?

[Herabrine] Simple, we ask Cp. we just have to be patient

[Zacharia] - Many would be willing to sacrifice themselves to help you find out more

[Lie] - Absolutely not! I will not have you sacrificing yourselves for something so senseless!

[Herabrine] it's better if you hide. Let the bastard think he's won for a bit.

[Lie] - He was aiming at all of you not that long ago in case you've forgotten

[Blake] - Heh, only the weak overworld generals

[Samuel] - What did you say ember boy?

[Blake] - You heard me

[Winston] - Enough! Now is not the time for infighting!

[Herabrine] don't forget that the one who punished Giselle is more then willing to repeat those actions....

[Blake] - I saw his terror here, he doesn't like the Nether

[Lie] - That doesn't mean he's not capable of setting his fear aside Blake

[Herabrine] Doesn't mean I can't take your ass to him either. Now shut your trap.

[Blake] Huffs but does remain silent-

[Zacharia] - With your permission Mistress I believe we'll get nowhere else today until more information comes to light. May we leave?

[Lie] - Yes, but if any of you learn anything else please tell Winston immediately. He will be able to pass it along to me

[Herabrine] Sounds good to me.

-The generals all give Lie some sort of salute before almost all of them leave except Winston, Endrea, and Magnolia-

[Magnolia] - Mistress, which of my mobs would you prefer I be with? The magma cubes? Or the slimes?

[Lie] - Which do you think would need the greater protection?

[Magnolia] - Pobably the magma cubes...

[Winston] - Are you sure? The NOTCH has never entered the Nether before...

[Magnolia] - All the more reason too if he believes the Master is dead

[Herabrine] is waiting patiently but obviously ready to go

[Lie] - Winston, can you open the way back for us?

[Winston] - Yes Mistress- He gives a slight bow and opens a way

[Endrea] - I will stay here briefly to make sure the End is secure, but I will join you shortly

[Herabrine] I take it Gk has the kids?

[Endrea] - No, they are sleeping and Ashe should be able to take care of them for a short while

[Herabrine] And you should probably call Doc and let them know the little bit of info the spider gave you.

[Lie] - Absolutely, let's just hope they're awake...

[Herabrine] is already calling out in the chat as she goes through- I gotta feed Maggie, I won't be long.

[Lie] Follows, completely forgetting that she's wearing CP's armor- Alright, we should probably let TLOT know too...

[Doc] Pounds up outside carrying TLOT and Steve- Brine delivery service!

[TLOT] That looks really good on you Lie!

[Lie] - What? Oh... I forgot I was even wearing this

[Lie] - We have a bit more information on what happened to CP

[Doc] I have news too! But you go first.

[Lie] - There was one witness to what happened, a cave spider. They confirmed that CP was attacked with a sword... But it wasn't a quick death. They stated they could see him coming undone pixel by pixel.... And that his code was coming undone...

[Doc] That monster... I'll figure out what he did and how to counter it too. Mark my words! But I'll need to examine Cp for traces once he's restored.

[TLOT] Looks stricken, remembering bad things and clings to Steve a bit.

[Lie] - What news do you have?

[Doc] We had to bribe him, but Jeb gave us something super useful. You know how the peaceful NITCHAIs told us they had a way of distinguishing each other? It's a number. And Jeb gave us the one for Cps NOTCH.

[Lie] - Really? What can we do with it?

[TLOT] Apparently deleting the mobs drew some attention to him...

[Doc] Well the number functions like a key in the same way a player name allows you in or out of a server...

[Steve] We got to use the ban- hammer!

[Doc] Cps NOTCH is permanently banned from this server.

[Lie] Looks down at the egg in her hands- That's good... I get the feeling that the deletion of a brine drew a fair amount of attention too...

[Doc] I don't know about that Lie... I get the feeling it's not as rare as we'd like. But deleting the mobs is weird. Plus it's the kind of thing that affects the players experiences. So I can see how that would draw more attention.

[Doc] Leans close to Lie to get a better look at the egg- any wiggles yet? It shouldn't be long to hatch.

[Lie] - Hoestly I was so focused on not screwing up in front of CP's generals that I wouldn't know...

[Doc] Scoots closer - May I? Just hold him up a bit.

[Lie] Holds the egg up a bit higher for Doc-

[Doc] Puts hir head to the side to listen - I hear a little movement.

[TLOT] Hops down and then helps Steve as well. He passes a hand over the shell- It's kind of like... someone rolling around in their sleep-

[Lie] - I'm not sure how CP manages to deal with his generals so often, Grayson tried to attack me, Blake insulted me... It was nerve wracking

[Doc] Easy, he just beats them up.

[TLOT] Blake is an asshole.

[Lie] Pulls the egg back closer to herself- I'm glad Endrea suggested I wear CP's armor

[Doc] It was a good suggestion. On several levels.

[Lie] - I should probably take it off though, Winston had to help me out a bit since there's more than usual with this armor

[Steve] Do you need an extra pair of hands?

[Doc] Just unequipt it Lie.

[Lie] - Hm? Oh, right... Unequipting...- A bit embarrassed at forgetting that she does remove the armor that way

[Doc] There you go. Take a load off, you're safe now.

[Herabrine] Sees them talking and sneaks out the side of the house and flies off towards the village.

[Lie] Cradles the egg- You know, now that I have those gauntlets off, it almost feels like it's gently vibrating...

[Doc] I wouldn't be suprised. He might be aware that you have him close.

[Lie] Smiles a little- So long as he comes back quickly

[Doc] Grins- trust me.

[TLOT] Smiles faintly and directs his soft words at the egg. - Hey Cp. I'm gonna go sit on your couch since you're not out here to tell me not to.

-The egg vibrates a bit harder-

[Lie] - Easy now...

[Doc] Come on Cp. We're all waiting on you. You can do it!

[Lie] - Do you think maybe it needs to be used like a spawn egg?

[Doc] Maybe? But be super gentle. Just in case. Click it easy. Don't throw it like a chicken egg.

[Lie] Gently clicks the egg and is surprised when it pops open and a tiny ball of red fur rolls out with a teeny mew-

[TLOT] Holy crap...

[Steve] KITTEN!

[Doc] Well that kinda makes sense actually...

[CP] Looks around and blinks before letting out a little yowl-

[Lie] - I... I don't get it... Why is he so tiny?

[Doc] He lost all his mass. He's having to rebuild himself from scratch the way I did in the beginning. And since he's spent time as a cat, it's a small actionable shape his body already knows how to pilot.

[CP] Tries standing up and wobbles some-

[Lie] - So I guess I have another small animal running around

[Doc] Just for a while. He needs to heal. I'm betting his skin is empty right now. He proabably has just enough cubes to make that shape.

[Lie] - You said I could feed him once he got a mouth, should I go get something for him?

[Doc] Absolutely.

[Steve] I have some chicken! - pulls out the roast bird and puts it in front of the kitten -

[Lie] Hurries inside to get some more meat-

[CP] Immediately makes his way over to the chicken and starts eating-

[Lie] Comes back out with a steak and a pork chop-

[Doc] Hey TLOT.... you should give her one of the meat cubes... She's gonna find out about it sooner or later anyway.

[TLOT] Thanks for outing me!

[Doc] You know I'm right!

[TLOT] Huffs and puts down a rather weird cube, it's marbled like an entire block of raw bacon.

[Lie] - What is that?

[TLOT] Very quiet- Mammoth...

[Lie] - You... Killed one of the mammoths?

[TLOT] Colors - It's for the raptors! I promised them new meat for diplomatic reasons. I only needed to kill one to make duplicates of the item drop!

[Lie] Groans and then looks at CP. The tiny kitten has devoured about a quarter of the chicken now-

[Doc] Poor thing. His body needs to be normal, or at least bigger. His metabolisim must be going crazy. He needs fuel for his fire so badly.

[Lie] - Guess I'll be doing a lot of breeding... He's usually the one that kills them for me though...

[Doc] If you run out of food just come visit me. I always have lots.

[TLOT] Do you have trouble killing them Lie? You could always ask Herabrine to suffocate them, that would be fairly quick.

[Lie] - It's the noises they make that I don't like

[Notch] Wanders outside - what's going on out here? I keep hearing muching noises. - stops- Is that...a block of MEAT?!

[Doc] Yep.

[Lie] - Look at what's behind the chicken

[Notch] Walks over and looks down- Aww it's a kitten! A hungry kitten... Wait... Is that CP?!

[Doc] For the moment, yes.

[Lie] - Yeah

[Notch] W-why?

[Doc] He's recovering. Don't get your cubes in a bunch-

[Notch] Kneels down. - Cp.... My poor son... Fuck... Does Stevie know about this?

[Lie] - Noooo

[Doc] Is already typing- and get over here please. This is important.

[CP] Accidentally chomps a bone and gives it a little hiss-

[Lie] - We may have to debone things for him... That chicken Hera brought over earlier would be good

[TLOT] At least the meat block doesn't have bones. It's kinda compressed...

[Doc] Yeah, nudge him over to it. It's nice and bloody and fatty. Should appeal to him.

[Notch] Looks slightly ill

[Lie] Gently scoops CP up who reaches out with his paws to keep a hold of the chicken as she moves him over to the meat block-

[Stevie] Comes jogging up- Hey, what's going on?

[Doc] Cp confronted his NOTCH...

[Stevie] Stiffens- Again? Who... Who came out on top this time?

[Doc] The NOTCH... Cp was... deleted. Fortunately Lie had a single pixel and he's regenerating from it.

[Stevie] - Deleted? But he's never been able to completely do that before...

[Doc] We know. It's a terrifying prospect. I think if he hadn't let me give him my recursive code he would have been lost to us entirely.

[Stevie] - So where is he?

[CP] Has started on the meat cube-

[Doc] Points at the kitten- That's him.

[CP] Chews on a fatty part-

[Stevie] - That's my brother? He's so... He's so tiny...

[Doc] Well we only had one pixel. He was resting in a spawn egg for almost a day.

[Lie] - And now he's probably gonna try to eat everything...

[TLOT] You can't blame him. He needs food to rebuild.

[Doc] At least he has food.... I had to make do with whatever raw materials I could pilfer. I consumed a lot of random things.

[Stevie] - So what's going to happen with him?

[Doc] He'll eat. And then when he's got enough raw materials he'll pop like a mob animal into a larger shape. Probably an adult cat, and then, I don't know. But we'll get him back.

[Notch] Gives the kitten a gentle pat-

[Lie] - Somebody had better be taking pictures of him this small...

[Doc] I'm on it- Starts taking screenshots from different angles-

[Steve] So just be nice to him Stevie. He's had a really shitty couple of days.

[CP] Tears off a bit too big of a piece for him to eat-

[Notch] Pulls on the piece so he can rip a bit off- Easy now! Don't choke!

[CP] Tugs on it while Notch is tugging on it with a little growl-

[Notch] Can't help but smile- Get it!

[CP] Uses tiny claws to bat at the meat-

[Doc] Dawwwwwwwwww

[Steve] He's being so cute. Dammit!

[Stevie] - So where did that meat come from?

[TLOT] I killed a mammoth....

[Stevie] - One of those big things in the savannah? Whoa

[CP] Finally tears off a smaller piece from the one Notch is holding-

[TLOT] I needed the meat... I'm not gonna do it again. There are only a few of them anyway.

[Steve] It dropped a ton of brown woolly cubes too.

[Lie] - I bet

[Doc] Returns hir attention to Cp. - I wonder what's going on in his head?

[TLOT] Hunger mostly.

[Lie] - I think I'm going to go make him a bit of a nest on the bed-

[Doc] Stevie? When was the last time you talked to that NOTCH?

[Notch] Go ahead Lie, I'l keep an eye on him-

[Stevie] - Um... Not long before TLOT brought me and the other humans over here...

[Lie] Heads inside to start making a nest-

[Doc] Good, lets keep it that way. Same with Alexis. As far as I'm concerned, this one's a monster on the same level as TLOT's was. Apparently he was amusing himself deleting Cp's mobs as well.

[Stevie] - He's never bothered with brother's mobs before...

[CP] Kicks at the meat block sending a couple tiny chunks off-

[Doc] Exactly. I think it may have been a calculated move to either hurt him or draw him out of hiding, or both.

[Stevie] - Fa... I mean, that NOTCH has never been that aggressive before, at least not to my knowledge...

[Doc] Shrugs - I don't know what his problem is. I don't want to know. I just wish he'd fuck off somewhere and not come back.

[Steve] And take Dn with him.

[Doc] Wilts a bit. Xe only managed to avoid him by phasing through the stone under the castle and meeting TLOT and Steve at the spawn-

[Stevie] - Maybe... Maybe he wouldn't attack me. If you guys help me get back over there, maybe looking a bit beat up to be a bit more convincing, I could maybe get more information for you guys

[Doc] But we can't go with you. You'd be risking everything. If he kills you you'll respawn, but if he deletes you, that's it... game over... Stevie...

[TLOT] Cp would never forgive any of us if something happened to you. I know you might not believe me, but he would be devestated.

[Notch] Stevie... Please...

[Stevie] - Well what are our other options?

[Doc] A very through scan of Cp once he's restored. Plus he should be able to tell me exactly what happened. He's a hacker and he does know what certain things feel like.

[Lie] Comes out of the house- Hey, did you guys see Hera at all? She said she was gonna feed Maggie, but she's not inside...

[Herabrine] Is coming back down the road with a very smug expression - I bring presents!

[Doc] Why does that worry me?

[Lie] - What are you talking about?

[Herabrine] At TLOT- Sorry to give your Testificates busy work, but Tungsten is the best at what he does.

[Herabrine] Holds up the obsidian sword and the matching axe- All fixed!

[Lie] - And CP's going to be mad...

[Doc] Those are really pretty.

[TLOT] Mad but secretely grateful, I'm sure.

[Steve] Those are really neat tools!

[Lie] - They were made to go with the armor... Where's the pick?

[Stevie] - I think I remember those... From a really long time ago... Actually I think I remember brother letting me use the axe in a fight...

[Herabrine] Not done yet. He tackled the sword first because it was the most broken. And then the axe because it was still in pretty good shape. But then he started getting a bit burnt, and Drillby insisted he take a break so he wouldn't mess anything up trying to hurry.

[Lie] - I see. If you wanna put the tools in the trunk in the bedroom, that would be appreciated

[Stevie] - Father, how's Flux?

[Notch] Has a farway look for a moment - Sensual, lovely, tender, kind... what were we talking about again?

[Herabrine] I'm on it.

[Stevie] - Ummmm...

[TLOT] Wry grin- Someone has been doing some very intimate server coding.

[Stevie] Turns bright red- Nope! No! Do not need to hear about that!

[CP] Little yawn having devoured about half of the meat block-

[Notch] Blushes as well - Just be happy for me, okay?

[Doc] Awww... tiny yawn.

[Stevie] - Yeah, absolutely! Just no details!

[CP] Sleepily starts on the block again-

[Lie] - I think CP's gonna be conked out here soon enough

[Doc] That's okay. He needs rest too. Just keep him close by.

[Lie] - Oh he won't be leaving my sight

[Notch] Sees Cp stop eating and scoops him up into his arms, not minding the bit of blood that gets on his shirt. - My poor son...

[Doc] Uses hir tail fluff to scoot Stevie close to Notch-

[Stevie] Looks at his brother as he starts curling up- Is he even aware right now?

[Doc] We don't know.

[TLOT] I know it's him, his energy is unmistakable. But he's not all there mentally. Like someone who's delirious from fever, operating on base instincts.

[CP] Curls up tiny with one last little yawn, his eyes drooping close-

[Notch] Holds him close and gives him a little kiss on the head- Sleep well, and come back to us soon.

[TLOT] Brushes Stevie's mind gently to see if his feelings are anything like Cp's were when Stevie was temporarily a child again.

[Stevie] Is a tad bit concerned, he's never seen his brother like this before and to have heard that his former father had deleted him scared him-

[Steve] Moves over to them and takes Stevie's hand, gently laying it against the kitten's soft fur. - If you ever wanted to tell him something without him inturrupting you or storming off, now is a good time.

[Stevie] - I... I think the only thing is why...

[Notch] Gives him a curious look, almost a bit sad. - Go on.

[Stevie] - Why it ever had to end up like this... With the way the two of us are...

[Notch] You mean, you two fighting?

[Doc] Because someone got between you, and pushed you apart.

[Stevie] - Just everything

[TLOT] As long as both of you are alive, it's never too late to make amends.

[Stevie] - Yeah yeah, I know... But he never stops doing shit

[Doc] He's a difficult person. That's just the long and short if it.

[TLOT] He has issues, but don't we all?

[CP] Little tiny soft snores-

[Lie] Giggles a little- He normally doesn't snore

[Notch] He's got a full belly, that's probably not normal either. If there's food he tends to give most of it to you Lie. I'm not sure why he has such an issue with eating around other people.

[Lie] I'm not sure he usually needs to eat much. I know his normal state is a mix of creative and survival

[TLOT] But eating is one of life's little joys. I feel like sometimes he's just reluctant to have fun, like the universe is gonna shit on him if he shows a moment of weakness.

[Lie] - He's getting better though

[Stevie] Glances around them- I'm glad your place is so lit up Lie, otherwise we wouldn't be able to be standing out here

[Doc] It's not just that Stevie, really look around-

-Silver is sitting on their skeletal horse near the south gate of the village and Tang is also nearby. Bow at the ready. There are a few creepers, but they're moving in a small patrol along the wall -

[Doc] Our friends are watching over us too.

[Stevie] - I don't usually see that, I'm usually inside

[Doc] It's okay. They're just keeping an eye out. You're surrounded by friends, you just have to reach out a little bit.

[CP] Kinda rolls onto his back in his sleep-

[Notch] Can't resist petting his teeny belly with one finger-

[CP] Curls around the finger-

[Notch] Gooey smile- He's so soft....

[Stevie] His hand slides up towards his brother's ears-

[Notch] Give him a little pet, I don't think he'll mind. It's likely the first time you've laid a hand on him since you were a kid.

[Stevie] - Yeah...- Little ear rub

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