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#so yeah. ive had some time to think after sleeping on the end of book 3 and it just made me madder <3

villalunae · 8 months

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im in such a utena mood right now i think anthy would not use nuclear war codes if she had them but would instead drop hints of incoming nuclear winter to nanami by messing with the plants in the birdcage and mentioning dead roses are often considered an omen of war (lie) so that nanami attempts to discredit her by looking up omens of war through a book miki lended her and instead finding out that all the crazy shit happening to her in the last few days (kangaroo showing up on campus was actually a political refugee, tsuwabuki prepping her cheat sheet for an upcoming test on the ramificiations of nagasaki and hiroshima, students gathering about television sets that before she can see what terrible news theyre watching someone says "turn something nice on instead!" and she only sees shopping channels marketing items like gas masks, bomb shelters, and canned foods) has actually been subtle hints and omens that they're approaching world war three and nanami ends up going to touga asking if theyre gonna make it and if japan can withstand another genocidal war crime against humanity and touga somehow reads this as her telling him her dream job is to be a stripper and tells her "silly little sister. all women are inferior to men already bc of eve's fatal sin. dont degrade yourself further than you already have" and shes like "what do you mean degrade myself further than i already have" and hes like "dont worry about it youre perfect to me. like a 9.5/10. or an 8/10. maybe a 6. definitely not any lower than a 3" and after hearing that she goes to bed upset and confused because not only is her brother not taking nuclear war seriously he also once again made her feel infantilized and small and then after hearing a loud boom in the distance she thinks nuclear war is starting and starts freaking out and thinks "my brother must have been speaking in a code! he was trying to make me feel nostalgic about my childhood to comfort me before the upcoming attack! now that nuclear war is starting i should take shelter but we dont have a bomb shelter here but ohtori has a bunch of students! it probably does!" running to ohtori and trying to think of the oldest building on campus and goes to utena and anthy's door banging on it in the middle of the night and utena gets up in her jammies like "what?" and nanamis like "QUICK we all have to GET UNDERGROUND wheres your NEAREST BOMB SHELTER" and anthy comes in behind utena like miss nanami what are you talking about? :) and utena is like yeah seriously thats so weird. i guess you can come inside . we couldnt sleep anyway because -- and then nanami sees on the floor of their room a bunch of scattered papers with a big red button in a briefcase and nanami points at anthy and is like "IT WAS YOU THAT LAUNCHED THE NUKE??????" and anthy says "oh this? this button is enrichment for my pet parrot! ive named her nanami. nanami press the button" and nanami the parrot presses the button and theres a loud boom and nanami (not the parrot) is like but what was that?!?! i heard it from my house!!!! and utena is like "oh! you must be talking about the firework display! the button is rigged up to some fireworks we got for the upcoming spring festival and we were actually up late tonight trying to get the display to work! we messed up pretty bad and most of the fireworks went off at once though haha." nanami the parrot keeps pressing the button in the bg and anthy is like "aww i guess that was the last firework left!" and nanami is like b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but what about the kangaroo? and the test on nagasaki and hiroshima?? and the shopping channels advertising gas masks and bomb shelters and canned food??? and utena says "oh the kangaroo was a political refugee from australia its boxing career went down the hill after it killed steve durwin in a freak accident. all schools are doing history tests on world war two this time in the semester!" and anthy says "yes and because theres no clear threat of nuclear winter anymore all the old holdovers from wwii are being sold at discounted prices :)"

as nanami leaves the house feeling much better but also stupider she gets traumatized one last time by another firework going off and utena yells out the window "sorry nanami! guess there was one more loaded in there!" the firework design is chuchus face and he has been mysteriously absent this whole time. we see him in the sex car with that cat thing from madoka driving

#personal #utena #rgu #im blacking out now

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fruitcoops · 11 months

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hello lovely eve. ive been having thoughts, recently. anyway wondering if you would want to write something to do with the day/time after a hard day. youve done some of my absolutely favourite fics for like Bad Days (im thinking esp rn of what we deserve (i think thats what its called)) but also after that? bc the after support is so crucial and i think the lions would do so well. any ship!! if not, i totally understand, i hope your day/week is lovelylovely!!

This is such a great prompt! The aftershocks of hard events are just as important as the conflict itself--this ask was combined with one for a timeskip followup to Self-Care, a fic about Finn's bad habits. All characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

Leo paused at the back of the couch and bent, nestling a kiss on the top of Finn’s head. “Good book?”

A quiet hum answered.

“Good part?”

Another hum; Finn pressed up and Leo tilted his head to leave another kiss on his temple. A clatter and a soft curse filtered out of the kitchen, but Finn hardly flinched.

Leo nuzzled against the wispy, silken ends of his hair until his cheek could slot just above Finn’s ear. The couch dug into his stomach a bit, but he didn’t mind. “You tired?”

Finn’s laugh answered his question before his words ever could. “Yeah.”

He picked at the hem of Leo’s threadbare Saints sweatshirt with a sleepy kind of apathy. His book hung limp from the fingers of his other hand, abandoned only two pages past where it had been the last time Leo checked on him. Finn’s breaths were methodic when he rubbed a palm over his chest and nibbled the shell of his ear, just to watch a smile pull at his tired eyes. “Come to bed.”

Finn cast him a sideways, skeptical look. “It’s 8:45.”

“And you’re the sleep police?” Leo hooked a finger in the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled. “It’s been a long day. You’re tired. We can fix that problem with our nice new mattress.”

Finn was quiet for a moment; Leo felt him lean back into the cushions and the cradle of his arm, a slow breath leaving him when Leo began toying with the hoodie strings. “You know, I kind of miss the old one.”

“It barely fit us.”

“Yeah.” Fondness shone on every word. “It was nice. Waking up all over each other. Always had you in arm’s reach.” Another beat of silence passed. “I lose you at night, sometimes.”

Oh god. Leo’s heart yanked—he held Finn a little tighter. “Sorry, cher.”

“Not your fault.”

“Is that…is that why you were upset today?” Logan came out of the kitchen with a precarious tray of tea, tongue poking out over his lower lip as he balanced their mugs on the table. Leo caught his eye and gave a small smile that relaxed the pinch of his forehead.

Finn took no notice of the change, save for a shift to the side in an obvious bid to have Logan sit next to him. “Nah,” he said as Logan took the hint and tucked himself between the arm rest and Finn. “Just a bad day, I think. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Logan tugged the book from Finn’s hands and set it aside, then replaced it with a mug of tea and pressed his fingers around the warm ceramic with an encouraging nudge. “Drink. You’ll sleep better.”

Finn smiled wryly. “Morphine? Chloroform?”

“Decaf. Very potent.”

“Thanks, Lo.”

Logan poked his ankle with his foot and snuggled Finn under his arm. “Don’t thank me for things you do every day.”

Finn went to protest, but something on their faces must have stopped him, because he bit back the words and took an obedient sip of tea. Leo didn’t know why he watched so intently—maybe for reassurance, maybe to make sure Finn was really on the up-and-up. Steam curled up around his copper lashes and turned the tips invisible when he blinked. He gave a nod. “ ‘S good.”

“Of course it is.”

“I’m—” Finn pressed his lips together and exhaled; steam billowed off his mug. “I’m sorry my brain doesn’t work right.”

Once, that would have broken Leo’s heart. Once, he would have jumped to soothe and bent over backwards to fix it all. Once, he would have taken it as personally as a slap to the face. Not enough. Not good enough. Missing Finn’s signals left and right—did Leo even love him, if he couldn’t pay attention?

The tight ball of insecurity in his chest may as well have been a marble, rolling about and looking for something to knock over in an empty room. He kissed the top of Finn’s head again. “I don’t see anything you need to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry I missed your pass earlier,” Logan said, taking a long sip of his own tea. “It was a good one. I just wasn’t looking.”

Finn’s shoulders relaxed under Leo’s hand. Fuck yeah, Tremblay. There’s my MVP. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“What about—”

“You were on form.” Normally, Leo didn’t like it when Logan interrupted. This seemed like a much-needed exception. Logan raised his eyebrows at Finn’s suspicious look. “You were. I know you don’t feel like it, but you looked really good out there. That pass was on me.”

Finn’s punch to his shoulder was a roll of knuckles at best. Logan still smiled, still took it with faux-hurt and a hand over the heart. “Eyes up, Tremzy.”

Logan whistled quietly. “Five for fighting and two for roughing. What would Coach say?”

“Doesn’t count if you deserved it.”

“Oh, is that how that works?” Leo laughed. Logan glanced up at him with an impish grin, and passed the last mug over the couch. Peppermint filled the air, sweetened by honey.

They drank in relative silence, hands and legs and arms looped around each other until Leo could hardly tell where one ended and another began. Finn was right; however nice it was to not risk falling off the mattress in the middle of the night, he did miss the inevitable proximity of fitting three people on a single bed.

He supposed it wouldn’t be too hard to make an effort tonight.

The clock ticked as nine o’clock arrived at last. Leo finished the last of his tea and leaned over Finn to set it on the table, offering an apology in the form of a kiss to his cheekbone. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah.”

Logan took the mugs, Leo took Finn, and Finn went without protest into a brief, firm hug. “Love you,” Leo murmured. He felt the answering mumble more than he heard it. “Your brain isn’t broken.”

Finn sighed, slipping his hands under Leo’s shirt to rest against his skin. “Feels broken.”

“I think it’s pretty great, regardless.”

“You’re just a really nice person, Le.”

“I just love you a whole lot.” He let Finn pull away and cupped his face in both hands, running his thumbs along the summer lilac under his eyes. Exhaustion tarnished his bright edges. “Come to bed with me?”

Finn rested there for several seconds, then nodded. They went together.

Leo had only just managed to tuck Finn into the curve of his body before Logan was there, shuffling under the sheets to join them and reaching over Finn’s waist to hold the crook of Leo’s elbow. Finn made a quiet, sleepy noise and pushed his face into Logan’s chest; Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and his expression only grew more contented when he looked up and found Leo already watching them.

Leo waited until Finn had mostly relaxed into drowsy limbo before risking a thumbs-up across the sheets. Logan fought back a smile and returned it, nose scrunching. Success. Another win for their tally. It was a shit day, a hard day, but they could still end it like this and that would be more than enough.

#leo knut #finn ohara #logan tremblay #oknutzy #cubs #coast to coast #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #hurt/ comfort #fluff #sleepy #caretaking

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adriennebarnes · 1 year

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Hi, could you write an Ajax Petropolus x latina!reader angst but a very fluffy ending where the reader is very much a perfectionist academically due to generational/ being a daughter or granddaughter of immigrants. And she feels in some way she's disappointing them or doesn't think they're good enough

Hey again! Of course I can write this, especially because I am the daughter of immigrants so I have felt the same way, especially in college since I’m on scholarship, this hits home.

High Achiever, Don’t You See?

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x Latina!Reader

Summary: Y/N struggles with academic perfectionism, especially because her parents came to the United States and worked hard to give their kids the best education so Y/N thinks if she doesn’t get good grades, her parents’ hard work would have been for nothing.

Warning: I will probably be self projecting because it has happened to me and might still happen starting the spring semester, spelling errors like always

Y/N was lucky enough to have a dorm room to herself because she would spend most of her time studying and doing her homework until 3am, maybe even 5am, barely getting sleep. In her dorm, she had a desk with her laptop, a printer, and there was a hot plate with a moka pot to make her Cuban Coffees for the caffeine boost. Right now, she was finishing up a research paper, she written it in MLA format (I use APA because I’m studying health science), she’s checked for grammatical errors, her citations, it was all in order. She printed her paper and placed it on a folder. The paper was due next week, but she wanted to get it out of the way. After going over some information that her teacher was going to ask questions about in class, she went to bed around 2:45am.

The next day she woke up and made herself another Cuban coffee. She did her routine and out on her uniform so go downstairs. Someone touched her shoulder and she jumped.

“Hey, calm down, it’s just me.” Ajax said.

“Ay, papito, Don’t scare me like that.” Y/N said.

“I’m sorry, mama. Let’s get some breakfast, okay?” Ajax said. Ajax wrapped his arm around Y/N shoulders to walk to the cafeteria to get breakfast. They sat down after getting breakfast and Enid sat down with them.

“Good morning! How did you sleep?” Enid asked.

“Not well.” Y/N said.

“You’ve been having trouble sleeping for weeks, are you okay?” Ajax asked.

“Yeah yeah, im fine, sometimes I have trouble sleeping, it’s normal.” Y/N said.

“Okay then, after class you need a nap.” Enid said.

“Yeah sure, whatever you say.” Y/N said. After breakfast, they went to their first class.

Y/N was answering almost every single question that the teacher had to say “anyone besides Y/N” when asking questions. Almost all the classes were like that. However, midterms were in 2 weeks, and unlike her normie school, all her studying would have to be done in the library with books. When she went to her dorm room, she decided to video chat with her parents, something she does every Friday.

“Hola mami, hola papi!” Y/N said to her parents.

“Hola amor! Como te ha ido esta semana en clases? Has estado practicando tu poder (Hello love! How were your classes this week? Have you been practicing your power)?” Her dad asked.

“Me puedo transformar en un mapache, panda, a Shakira, Eugenio Derbez, hasta a un par de calcetas, practiqué muchísimo (i Can shapeshift into a raccoon, panda, into Shakira, Eugenio Derbez, even into a pair of socks, I’ve practiced a lot).” Y/N said.

“Y tus clases, princesa? Que cuentas (How about your classes, Princess? How were they)?” Her mom asked.

“Pues me ha ido bien, siempre saco 100 en mis tareas entonces me está yendo bien (Ive been doing well in class, I always get 100 on my homework so I’m doing well).” Y/N said,

“Esa es mi hija! Estamos muy orgullosos de ti, sigue esforzándote, sabemos que puedes, hablamos luego, hija (Thats my daughter! We are so proud of you, keep doing what you’re doing, we know you can do it, we’ll talk later)!” Her dad said hung up. After he hung up, Y/N took her backpack to go to the library and started pulling out all the books she needed for her midterms. She’ll go class by class, writing notes on anything the books explain further than what she has learned in class.

Meanwhile, Ajax was having lunch with his friends.

“Have you seen Y/N? I haven’t seen her since the bell rang.” Ajax said.

“I saw her go to the library.” Wednesday commented.

“Again? She been skipping lunch and dinner a lot recently, maybe something’s wrong.” Ajax commented.

“Maybe she’s not hungry, Ajax, don’t overthink it.” Bianca said. Maybe she was right, maybe Ajax needs to stop overthinking, Y/N will get food when she’s hungry.

He was wrong, the rest of the day, Y/N was in the library until one of the teachers told her it was late and that she should be in bed. Y/N missed her hunger cues the whole time, she was just drinking water while ready and taking notes. She lacked up her stuff and went to her dorm room and she saw Ajax, holding a takeout container.

“Whats this?” Y/N asked.

“I got Uber Eats, you haven’t eaten since lunch, that was 9 hours ago, you need to eat something, love.” Ajax commented, giving Y/N a spoon so she can eat the fried rice he ordered for her,

“I love you Ajax,” Y/N said,

“I love you too, I’m going to sleep with you tonight, okay? That way I can make sure you’re getting sleep, you’re worrying me.” Ajax said,

“You shouldn’t be worried Papito, I swear, I’m perfectly fine.” Y/N said, but Ajax being worried for her made her want to cry but she held it in,

“But i am so eat, out on your pajamas, do your nighttime routine, and get to bed. We’re going to watch TV while you eat.” Ajax said, Y/N nodded while she began eating the rice, she didn’t realize how hungry she was.

“Thank you.” Y/N said. She finished the rice in 20 minutes, changed in her pajamas, and brushes her teeth and did her nighttime skincare routine. When she was ready, she sat on her bed and hugged Ajax. “I love you, papito.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’m gonna change and then we can go to bed because you seriously need sleep.” Ajax said, kissing her forehead. When he came back in his pajamas, he got under the covers with Y/N and spooned her so they can go to sleep,

Ajax was a heavy sleeper so he didn’t notice that at 5am, Y/N got out of bed and sat at her desk to go over the notes she wrote. This information should be ingrained in her mind. Ajax woke up and he started to feel around the bed to see if Y/N was there but she wasn’t. He rubbed his eyes and saw her drinking coffee, going over her notes and doing homework.

“Y/N, It’s Saturday, what are you doing?” Ajax asked with his morning voice.

“I’m studying and doing homework, love, go back to sleep.” Y/N said.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say to you, go back to sleep, what time did you wake up anyway?” Ajax asked.

“I woke up at 5am to get a head start.” Y/N said and Ajax checked his phone.

“It’s barely 10, Y/N seriously, you need a break.” Ajax said, trying to pull her away from her desk.

“I Don’t need a break Ajax, I am fine, I can handle it.” Y/N said.

“Y/N, you don’t have to study 24/7, you can take breaks, have fun, it’s Saturday, let’s go have breakfast at the Jericho diner.” Ajax said.

“I Don’t need breakfast, I’m perfectly fine, midterms are in two weeks, I need to have all this information absorbed in my brain if I want an A.” Y/N said, going back to her desk but Ajax stopped her.

“You are putting yourself under too much pressure, if you keeping going on like this, you’re going to burn out, what are you trying to prove here?” Ajax asked her.

“I am trying to prove to my parents that I am not wasting their sacrifice, okay!” Y/N shouted and then plopped on the floor, like her legs gave out. “My parents left their home countries to come to the United States, they knew little English, they left EVERYONE behind, my grandparents, my aunts, uncles, cousins, all of them are in their countries. They came to the states with nothing, they had to do jobs they didn’t like to get by, stayed at friends houses until they had money to get an apartment, my dad took college classes to get a degree so he can get better jobs, they sacrificed so much for me and my siblings that if I don’t get good grades, I feel like I’m disappointing them because literally my only job to do as their daughter is be a good student and if I don’t do that then…” Y/N ranted while crying and she started hyperventilating, Ajax got down on the floor to hug Y/N.

“Breathe in and out, okay, focus on my heartbeat, it’s only the two of us, listen to my voice, you’re doing so well.” Ajax kept whispering positive things in Y/N’s ear until she calmed down. She pulled away from Ajax and wiped her tears away. Ajax then grabbed her face softly so she was looking right at him. “You are doing so well, you are at the top of your class, trust me, I know, Yoko overhears everything. Your parents would be so proud of you, but you need to give yourself breaks too. You can’t be all work and no play, that’s not good for your mental health. These past few weeks, you have been skipping meals, losing hours of sleep, been drinking so much cuban coffee, baby, you have dark circles. And not your normal hyperpigmentation eczema dark circles, the ones caused from lack of sleep, they’ve gotten darker. You need balance in your life. How about today we go into town, we get breakfast, no coffee for you, we go to the park, maybe shopping, we’ll spend the whole day in Jericho, does that sound good?” Ajax asked.

“That sounds great, thanks Papito.” Y/N said, hugging him tightly.

“Anything for you, mama. It would be so much better for you to get sleep but you had a little bit too much caffeine.” Ajax said.

“I live off caffeine, i Don’t even think it affects me anymore. But let’s get dressed and we can walk around Jericho,” Y/N said and Ajax kissed her softly.

The End

Hope you like it, sorry of it turned out short and rushed, SEND MORE AJAX REQUESTS, OUR FAVORITE GORGON NEEDS CONTENT!

#ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday #hispanic reader #latina #georgie farmer

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aplpaca · 11 months

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why is having your ocs be your special interest unfortunate? please tell us about them!! (curious, friendly tone)

It's unfortunate bc theres not content for them that exist without my own effort 😔(outside of a couple friends) so i cant reblog posts about them like i would for like critical role or something. ive got a variety of "main character" ocs and most of them started out as ttrpg characters that then got their own non-rpg "canon" in a story universe im making with some friends that may or may not end up turning into a series of books. (overarching "plot" of it is that the birth of a new deity ends up connecting people and politics of several planets in different universes)

so like my "main" characters for that are vyma, claysen, and yianni. vyma also has an equally canon ttrpg incarnation for a game thats still ongoing, but claysen and yianni started out as ttrpg characters but now their "canon" is just their storyverse incarnations. i put actual character descriptions under the cut

ima talk about vyma's storyverse incarnation for this, since theres Spoilers for her ttrpg canon that players who follow me dont know yet (but like, the core personality is the same between the two so yeah). but anyway, her full name in storyverse is Vyma Bapp-Matieyepa sip-Sabapak, which is kinda long bc cultural naming conventions include familial last name, chosen/official clan affiliation, and familal-but-not-official clan affiliation (if someone has that). She's one of the unofficial leaders of a revolutionary/resistance group (other leader is one of @cosmemery's characters Naki) that funnels political prisoners to freedom and tries to counteract the imperialism of the country that subjugated theirs and the harm from their own gov that tries to meet the imperialists in the middle. Vyma is pretty tall, pretty butch, and pretty ace. She's got lowkey disabling hyperempathy, but this gets paired with an autistic flat affect that makes her come across unintentionally blunt, monotone, and insensitive at times. she's kinda overcompensated for social issues by using her hyperempathy and just general problem solving to get really fucking good at reading people/figuring out how people are feeling. this unfortunately does not make her any more conversationally adept, and in some cases makes her kinda preachy instead. her flight response (like the trauma response, not just the general fight or flight) is through the fucking roof and she would and prob will grind herself into dust in an attempt to make what she considers a positive impact. she's chronically sleep deprived and refuses to talk about her feelings in a way thats not dodging the question. she likes to bake, but hasnt been able to in a while.

Claysen Hishari (birthname Jarren Claysen Vidravalsh) is like lowkey highkey kinda of A Lot in terms of stuff he's got going on. id like to think i do a decent job not being Edgy (TM) with him but like,,yeah. He's a formal noble who escaped his shitty dad after his mom died and ended up being blackmailed into becoming a spy/assassin. He also technically has emotion/identity-influenced magical power equivalent to at least a minor god, but hes repressing that and its only almost killed him once. His appearance is altered via illusion magic almost constantly. He's more visibly autistic and uses a trade sign language to talk fairly frequently. When he's not signing, he has a very specific speech pattern, and often pauses in the middle of sentences while he figures out how to make words work. At the start of the story, he basically hasn't had goals or ambitions or strong personal convictions for A While, and a lot of his growth is Growing A Fucking Spine and Learning To Act On Things. A lot of his other growth is self acceptance stuff (both autism and the whole emotionally volatile magic thing bc por que no los dos). He has a pretty fuckin codependant relationship with @cosmemery's character Kay, and even before they actually become romantic, theyre platonically flirty with each other to a kinda obnoxious degree. hes bi, super reserved but has a certain air of competence/force of presence to him despite that, and has a special interest in spiders and bugs in general

And apparently tumblr has a word limit for asks or somthing bc it wont let me add my last characters paragraph onto this so im gonna just reblog it with yianni's stuff in a sec

#me #vyma #claysen #yianni

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onyxbird · 9 months

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...Just rediscovered this WIP in my files, and I don't foresee it getting fleshed out anytime soon, but I do love the ridiculous scenes I've got, so I might as well release them into the wild. 😉

A Tree Grew on Yavin

Summary: Poe's friends in the Resistance are baffled/skeptical when he describes the animate "Force tree" he grew up with on Yavin IV, but they soon get to see for themselves when Groot, his partner Rocket, and their team of "morons" make contact.

“You know, Poe,” said Rey, as they rehashed the attack run, “that almost sounds like the Force.”

“Wait, is that how the Force works?” said Finn. “Because I've gotten some conflicting reports on that.”

“Nah. I don't have the Force, Rey. I grew up with this tree… It's kind of complicated to explain. But if I had it, I think I'd know.”

“Of course you have the Force, Poe.” Leia entered from the hall. “We all do. It's life's music. The song we make.”

Poe didn't argue, but he shrugged. Fine. Terminology. He wasn't Force-sensitive.

It wasn't until days later, during a lull from the work of settling the remnants of the Resistance in on Ajan Kloss, that the subject came up again.

“We want to know more about that tree,” said Rey, apropos of nothing.

Poe stared blankly at her, and then at the jungle surrounding their new base.

“Which one? And why would I know any more about it than you do? I've never been to Ajan Kloss before, either.”

“Not these trees,” said Finn. “On the Falcon, you said you grew up with a tree, and that's why you're confident you're not Force-sensitive. Why? Rey's been studying the Jedi texts and we asked around a bit, but no one has ever heard of tests for Force-sensitivity involving trees.”

Poe raised an eyebrow. “You've been—who would you even ask about that? Besides the General, of course. She would have been able to tell you.” He frowned. “You also could have just asked me to begin with, you know.”

Rey and Finn eyed him with identical expressions of skepticism.

“You mean, in the cumulative 5 spare seconds since we got here that you haven't been busy setting up landing fields—”

“Building hangars.”

“Organizing patrols.”

“Flying patrols.”

“Eating.”

“Or sleeping?”

“...OK, fair. It's been a little hectic.”

Rey smirked in victory. “So, the tree?”

Poe sighed and settled in for a story. “I warned you it's complicated to explain.”

Both listeners nodded.

“All right, then. So my mother, Shara Bey, flew for the Rebellion—both my parents fought in the Rebellion, but Mom was the pilot.”

A mixed group of mechanics and pilots passing by their table chuckled affectionately. “Everyone knows, Dameron!”

“Er, I didn't, actually,” said Rey.

“Yeah, same,” said Finn.

“Thank you!” He mock-glared at the passing group. “You may think you know all of my stories, especially after hanging around with L'ulo too much, but this context is actually relevant.”

“Someone has to heckle you with the rest of Black Squadron still out on mission!” teased a tech.

“Your mother was a Rebellion pilot, and?” prompted Rey.

“And right at the end of the war, after the second Death Star blew up, when the dregs of the Empire were still coming down, she got pulled onto an undercover mission that Luke Skywalker was running. He needed to get something out of an Imperial research lab. Apparently, the Jedi temple in the Old Republic was built around this massive Force-sensitive tree. The Empire destroyed it, but they kept a few live pieces. For research, I guess.”

Rey's forehead wrinkled thoughtfully. “The Jedi texts on Ahch-To were in a tree. I wonder if it was the same type.”

Poe blinked. “Uhhh… maybe? …You couldn't put books in our Force Tree, but I don't know. Can't rule it out, really.”

Rey shook her head. “Sorry! I'm side-tracking your story. Go on.”

Poe smiled. “So when they got there and tricked their way into the lab, they found these two little Force trees. Skywalker was only expecting to there to be one. At the time, my parents were just about to muster out and go settle down somewhere, so Skywalker gave them second one to take with them and plant. He said he wanted it to be safe somewhere.

“Point is, according to Skywalker, that tree just radiates Force energy and is obviously not an ordinary tree. So it seems highly unlikely that I would never have sensed that growing up if I were Force-sensitive.”

Finn looked vaguely let down. “So… it's this amazingly cool thing, but without the Force��or, without being sensitive to the Force—it's just like a regular tree?” He frowned. “You don't think Skywalker was just pulling your mother's leg, do you? Rey said he's kinda sarcastic…”

“Well, not just like a regular tree. I mean, regular trees don't walk around. Or talk.”

“What?!”

“I said, regular trees don't—”

Finn waved for him to stop. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got that. Completely true. You're saying this Force tree does walk and talk? Like a person?”

“Yeah. His name's Groot.” He glanced around at the jungle again, with more satisfaction this time. “He would like it here.”

...

“Commander Dameron! Commander Dameron!”

Poe stifled a groan and rose from his crouch under the X-wing he was working on. “Yes, Threepio?”

“We have just received a communication for you, sir!”

Poe frowned as he ran through the mental list of who might be calling him. Black Squadron was all here. Finn and Rey were here (in fact, Rey was heading towards them now, apparently on her way back from another obstacle course run). If it were his father, C3PO would have led with that. Any of his old navy contacts who hadn't died on Hosnian Prime had mostly found their way to the Resistance by now…

“OK, who is it?”

“He called himself 'Rocket,' sir. He refused to be any more specific and insisted you would know who he was. If fact, he was quite—”

“Rude?” said Poe.

“Indeed!”

“Yeah, I know who he is. Thanks, Threepio. It's not personal. He's rude to everyone.”

Poe replaced the open panel and grabbed his jacket.

“Wait…” He stopped in his tracks. “What codes did he use to call us?”

“I believe it is one of the communication codes we use with our suppliers, sir! I was intending to ask you with whom you had shared it.”

Poe shook his head and sighed. “He didn't get it from me, pal. But Rocket turns up all kinds of things he's not supposed to have. Might be time to start cycling in some new codes.”

He fell into step beside Rey as they both headed for the base's central complex. “Done already?” she asked curiously. “I figured that sort of repair would take all afternoon.”

“It will, but apparently not today. Threepio said a communication came through for me.”

The curious stares started as soon as they stepped through the door. Rey wasn't that much of a curiosity anymore, and Poe certainly wasn't, which meant Rocket must be in fine form today. Rey gave him a sidelong glance—she'd clearly noticed, too.

“Poe!” Finn waved from the command room and jogged towards them, flashing Rey a quick smile before getting back to the business at hand. “There's someone on the line for you, named—”

“Rocket. Yeah, Threepio told me. That's why I'm up here.” He continued his brisk stride towards the command room, running a hand restlessly through his hair. “Who did he insult besides Threepio?”

“What?”

“What did Rocket say? Threepio was in a huff; everyone's giving me weird looks, and I know Rocket—civility is not his strong suit.”

Finn hesitated. “I'm not sure he insulted anyone exactly. He's just… kind of… glowering at everyone.”

Finn wasn't wrong about the glowering. The holo showed Rocket's diminutive arms folded belligerently over his chest, his pointed face twisted into a familiar sullen scowl, and the tip of his bushy, ringed tail swishing impatiently over the ground.

Of course, most of that was just Rocket's default appearance. The gigantic blaster over his shoulder, almost as large as his entire body, was new since Poe had last seen him, however.

“Rocket! Good to see you! You still working with Groot?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Finn and Rey straighten sharply, suddenly laser-focused on the conversation.

Behind Rocket, a much taller being leaned into the shot. The long wooden face split into a broad smile as he boomed out a cheerful “I am Groot!”

Force, it was good to see him again. Poe grinned up at the hologram that now towered over him to capture both of the beings on the other end.

“Beep! Bee-weeoooo!” BB-8 piped up cheerfully from by Poe's feet.

“I am Groot,” agreed Groot.

“Yeah, yeah,” groused Rocket. “Everyone's happy to see everyone. Great. Now that we've established that, can we get back to business?”

“What are you calling about? And how did you get this access code?”

Rocket loftily waved off the latter question. “Oh, you know. Sometimes you just stumble across these sorts of things.”

“Actually, no, I think there are quite a few people working to make sure you don't just 'stumble across' that code.”

“Well, maybe not just lying around, but once you're already in the right computer system…”

Poe sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Threepio wasn't going to be thrilled, but knowing Rocket, he could guess the rest. Apparently at least one of the Resistance's suppliers wasn't Raccoon-proofed. Probably not a huge security risk—just Rocket being dangerously skilled and a compulsive thief, as usual.

“OK. I'm assuming you weren't just calling to make sure it works.”

“No. Quill came across an interesting piece of merchandise that we thought you or your… friends” (Rocket somehow made it sound derogatory.) “might be interested in.”

Poe glanced around the command center, wondering if General Organa was around by any stroke of luck. He blinked. Every one of the unusually large number of people currently in the room was watching the conversation play out in more-or-less open fascination. You could have heard a pin drop.

He glanced back at Rocket, as his full sentence sank in. “Who's Quill?”

Rocket frowned at him, one ear cocking quizzically. Then his expression cleared. “Riiight. You haven't met the morons yet.” He turned towards someone out of sight and shouted “Quill! Poe's on the line! Where's the thing?”

“I told you it's in the aft compartment.” A human man entered the hologram. He glanced towards Poe and frowned. "It's—Wait, that's Poe?” He peered at him for a second. “Weird. I expected you to be a tree."

Rocket stared at him. "Why would he be a tree, you moron?!"

"You said Groot knew him when they were kids! I made an assumption! A wrong assumption, clearly!"

#poe dameron #groot #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars #guardians of the galaxy #Initial lines of dialog are from the Poe Dameron 27 comic #onyxbird fanfic #incomplete fic

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farmersliga · 1 year

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sometimes i wish i never became either a bayern fan or a dortmund fan. bc like,,, for the most part being a fan of them Both is the shittiest part of my tumblr life

idk i just. dont deal with conflict well. and ive always responded rly horribly to ppl (validly) criticizing things i like. and the way ppl talk abt the rival team sometimes gets too much for me i guess

and i know that i signed up for this by liking them both and actively following ppl who post abt their faves but. i cant rly help how sensitive i am to this kinda thing, in the same way that ofc these ppl cant help their own opinions and are absolutely entitled to post abt those on their own blogs. AND I DONT BLAME THEM OFC!!!! like. this is rly just a me problem

but yeah i dunno i just hate seeing the negativity from both sides. to the point that it makes me wish i could go back in time and just fucking pick one to stan and full on hate the other. but in that case, i cant even pick one to keep????? because bvb is my first club and if it were about club loyalty then i’ll always love them first, but bayern gave me some of my best friends here and i wouldnt trade that for anything. like i think technically the best thing for my mental health would just be to unfollow all the people whose posts make me uncomf but i like those people!!! in every other context theyre my mutuals n friends n just rly great people!!!!!!! and i respect that they have loyalties different than mine. and god i think im just a mess lmao

so yeah idk i know this is totally my fault but well. just sucks i guess when half my dash is talking shit and the other half is getting super offended about it and i dont even know what to think anymore. ugh. realtalk btw that bvb vs bayern is my least favorite fixture of the season for this exact reason lol i try to avoid tumblr during n directly after that

honestly like i always try to tell myself to just ignore the hate except. i cant. these things sit and stew in my brain forever. im the type of person who cant read goodreads reviews bc if i see a negative one for a book i liked, i end up feeling horrible

ah well. im just. gonna go sleep now cause its past 3 am anyway. my chest kinda hurts still but i feel less like crying after spilling all that lol im a fucking weirdo. anyway disclaimer i mean no offense here n i rly dont want you guys feeling bad bc of this, i just had to get it off my mind

#to delete #sorry just feeling kinda shitty so im venting #it’s abt club shit tho so yeah #sorry yeah im not tryna make anyone feel guilty for having opinions or anything its just #hard sometimes

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lillaxtrigger · 10 months

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The empty void of desolate shadow parts as light fixtures above flash to cast their illumination across the featureless concrete room, revealing the only thing worth of note being a pair of human sized sleep pods fashioned from a couple of tanning beds resting at the end of the chamber. Nearing these pods from the other side of the room be the deadly duo of mob boss brothers; Tury studiously marching towards the beds, while Cen far more casually strolls alongside his sibling. “Lo and behold, Tury; the gateway of our evolution. When we awaken from these chambers, our abilities will no longer be constrained by their crude limitations. We shall no longer be constricted to the bounds of mortal men, for we will be standing among the realm of gods.” the spacial reconstituting mob boss poetically claims. “And, you’re certain of the structural foundation of these chambers are sound?” Cen is concerned with. “I’m sure they are, bro. We’ve put our faith in the dear old doc so far in everything else tech related; I’m sure the sparks of the psychic stone he stashed in these bad boys’ll soak up through our skin nice and fine.” “Yes, I don’t doubt that. I am more concerned over the structural integrity of these pods. I understand that December had to hasten their construction to meet our deadline, but their outward appearance fails to lend manner of…reliability. I think I can still see parts of the tanning bed’s branding still left on.” “You’re making way too many knots out of this simple string, Tury. You’re always telling me that it don’t matter the way something looks, and all that matters is the way it performs; the whole not judging a book by its cover routine. Doc just got done testing one of these on some random street grunt just last week; Rando something, I don’t know. Point is that the test went off without a hitch, so we got the doc’s guarantee here.” “Well, I suppose if its been properly tested.”

A sharp hiss escapes from within the pods as both brothers crack them wide open, unvieling beyond their shells a comforting plush line of bedding waiting for them to lay upon; all with it equipped with a vital drip feed. “Comfy. Say, how long are we supposed to snooze in these things again?” questions Cen. “Judging from how long the doctor claimed for the scions powers to ferment, I wager around a week or so.” Tury answers. “A whole week!? Man, the art expose is supposed to be this weekend! There were supposed to be new original pieces by Jon Esroce. Do you know how rare that man comes out with new pieces?” “Clearly enough for you to ponder over the worth of our accomplishments.” “Mrrr…” “Cen, remember what we are doing all this for. Surely missing a simple art showcase is worth returning to our rightful place. Once we undergo our powerful evolution, no gallery in the world will be able to capture the potent strength of our metamorphosis.” “Yeah…right. I’m just pretty bummed that were gonna miss so much.” the space bending psychic laments. “I promise you, this investment shall lead us both back into our family’s saving grace.” the time controlling businessman assures.

Its after this brief exchange that both of the mob bosses crawl into the cradling comfort held within the pods, injecting the IV drips into their arms before resting atop their pillow top inside; the pod lids beginning to shut as they comfortably lay themselves to rest. With a few brief moments before the pod doors seal themselves, Cen takes the chance to speak up with: “Yo, Tury.” “Yes.” “See you on the other side?” “I look forward to it.” claims Tury, giving his brother an assuring grin before the lids shuts. The moment the twin pods are sealed nice and tight, an incredible luminescence shines from underneath their lids; the black and white aura of the brother’s intensely glowing to engulf the entire chamber in their light.

Returning to the realm of consciousness, Sunny opens his eyes to reawaken to nothing but darkness surrounding him; the boy failing to gaze what lies beyond see past his fingertips. Beyond the lack of any light, the boy almost immediately notices the fowl odor permeating around him; a stench so pungent, that he is forced to pinch his nose to keep the stink at bay. In wondering where he had dropped down into, Sunny delves into the pocket of his tattered coat to pull out a small flashlight; the same light Thursotte had when they first dropped down in here. Upon flipping its switch, the flashlight beams through the shadows before the boy to reveal what lies beyond their shadowy veil; Sunny discovering himself standing among the confines of a room holding several lengths of pipes and water channels stretching out across the room. Tar black sloppily drips out from the corners of the pipes; the way this mass stretches down onto the floor as it falls from the cracks lending the look of liquidized rubber.

The young boy then aims his light upwards to discover where he had dropped down from; the busted remains of an air vent cover just barely hanging on to the ceiling hinges. Its this site that has him recollects how he had fallen down into this dank pit, remembering how Tuesco had chucked him into the air vent before the swarm of mechanical manta descended upon them; the last thing he saw being the solid air psychic’s smile before descending. And coming to the bottom of the boy’s fall, Sunny assumes crashing against the vent grate waiting for him is what had knocked him out; the kid rubbing the back of his head to feel a small bump left from his fall.

In wondering of where to go from here that the sound of running water catch’s Sunny’s ears, following the distinct noise to a grate standing at the end of the room; the collection of gunk flowing pipes being the only thing allowed past this vent. The young kid approaches the grate to peer what lies beyond, finding it leading down into a tunnel of the city sewer; the rancid river of waste flowing in the middle of the tunnel. Discovering this potential escape from the deranged doctors facility has him think back to what Tuesco had made him swore; brushing his palm against the steel as he remembers the air psychic words. “If things get hairy in any way, I need you to run and hide. Don’t think about me, don’t think about the mission. I want you to escape the moment the situation turn sour.” Considering the dangers that wait for him above, the times he had come close with facing his own demise, even still feeling the small burns and wounds he had been inflicted with; simply escaping from a situation he wasn’t even meant to be in feels all too tempting. “Maybe we can’t bring the life you had with your folks back, but that doesn’t mean you should throw away the rest of it, dammit. You only have so much time to be a kid, and I think you should enjoy it while you’re still one.”

But in this moment of uncertainty, Sunny recollects the reason he had brave his way down into the depths of the sewers and into this den of metallic menace. It wasn’t just a desire to prove oneself, it wasn’t just a bid to repay the debt he believed Wedsle deserved for slaughtering the murderer of his parents; it was something far deeper. The kindness these humble strangers had bestowed him among the lowest of his short life thus far, to simply abandoned them in their time of need? No, no more running. The boy’s resolve holding firm, Sunny turns his sites away from what could be his only chance to escape to instead the smashed open air vent he had fallen from; determined to climb his way back up and return to the others.

Swift to come back to the realm of the waking, Frida is next to open her eyes and discover nothing but darkness surrounding her; only able to feel the floor beneath her feet as she stands back up. The dimensional psychic slinks her hand into the inside of her jacket to pull out an uzi, aiming it out towards whatever may emerge out from the void. “Oh please. You should know that won’t work by now.” she then hears echo out from the shadows. “Where the hell sort of dank shithole did you dump me?” Frida demands to know. “Excuse you! This “Shithole” is a marvel in test chamber design built by yours truly. Don’t you dare insult the same engineering mind that has captured you.” the doctor barks, genuinely insulted by her comment. “Yeah, what’s so special about this hovel?” “Allow me to demonstrate.”

The dark void that surrounds the dimensional psychic starts to be swiftly replaced as tiles of the shadows flip away, giving way to a sandy beach with a bright and Sunny vista; the crystal clear waters of the ocean reflecting the sunlight beaming overhead. Behind her towered the visage of a colossal coastal cliff side of which the sunlight bouncing of the ocean shines upon, shimmering off the craggy rock incline. Frida is left taken aback by not just the sudden and drastic change of scenery, but how natural it all felt; even if she knew for sure what surrounds her was nothing but artificial, the ambiance, Sunny heat, and the salty ocean breeze would be more than plenty to make someone else think otherwise. “Amazing, is it not? These chambers I have so meticulously crafted hold the power to mimic even the most outlandish and treacherous environments known to man; erecting scenery so accurately real, one would mistake it for reality.” “Okay, impressive so far, I gotta admit. But there a reason you decide to drop me down in a nice sandy ocean side? You think the sound of crashing wave’ll be relaxing enough for me to forget putting a bullet through your brains.” jests Frida. “Ha! Oh no, my dear wall hopper. Though the sand that surrounds you are calm soothing and serene, the depths of the sea before you are eager to unleash their fury.”

The calm waves of the ocean suddenly thrash across the sandy beach as something massive breaches from the surface; a crustaceous sea beast so astoundingly large, its size rivals a tiny, single mound island. Fresh out from the deep, the monolithic monster shifts its eye stalks over towards the lone woman standing in the middle of the beach; its claw opening wide as it starts to shuffle out from the waters. “Is that a crab?” she wonders aloud. “This is the prototype of an automaton I have built to aid in construction and demolition, its claws capable of crushing solid concrete in half with but a single snap.” the doctor elaborates. “Okay, but why a crab?”

This minor mystery is put on hold as the chromatic crustacean thrusts its open claw towards the gunwoman, with the limbs teeth finely sharpened like a razor toothed comb; Frida dives down into the sand beneath her feet to escape from the lunging claw. Scuttling across the shoreline, the dimensional psychic leaps out from the sands to dive directly into the rocky cliff face; the sea beast attacking her left undeterred as it crawls onto shore. Frida is forces to veer constantly as the colossal crustacean continues to pound its limbs against the hard rock visage, swerving left and right to evade the claws that tear through the rock with its rending teeth. As the doctor had described, the automaton’s pincers rip through the cliff face’s hard stone with such efficient ease, one would mistake the rock to be nothing more than brittle clay.

Once scampering far enough up the towering cliff side, Frida peers back down to find the chrome crustaceans pulling one of its claws out from the rock; the gunwoman attempting to act fast as she reaches inside her denim jacket. Okay doc, think the guns I got are weak shit? How bout I show you one of my bigger bad boys just waiting to make its booming retort. Yet before the eager dimensional psychic could so much as pull out the powerful weapon she had in mind, she witnesses the gigantic ocean crab lift its legs up off the shore sands and stabs them into the rugged incline; the mechanical monolith scaling up the coast one leg at a time as it continues its upwards pursuit. You gotta be kidding me.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Satette frustratingly growls. From where the young woman dashes does she stand atop one of several broken up rock spires that tower out from the depths of the sea, suspended countless feet above the baron wide ocean that surrounds her; nothing but deep blue for what seemed to be miles on end. This salty situation goes from bad to worse as she faces down another terror of the ocean, forced to fight against the wrath of a giant sea snake; its overwhelming length raveling around the rock as it climbs up one of the spires as its dragonic eyes remain locked to the lively psychic akin to a beast staring at its next catch. “A wonder of beauty, isn’t it? A project I have carefully crafted after one of the ocean’s greatest mythological creatures; the tale of a serpent so terrifying, its said to have claimed the lives of countless that dare swim through its waters. Cower in fear of the legendary sea dragon!” December dastardly declares.

The dragonic head of the serpent springs off the side of the craggy pike to launch after its much smaller target, with its scaly fins fluttering about as it careens through the air; Satette attempting to bolt across the length of rock she stood on in fleeing the beast. Though the monster manages to miss the young woman, its massive body crashes against the spire with such impact that shatters its stone; the pieces of rock along with Satette sent hurdling across the isles. Careening over to the side of another towering rock formation, Sat clutches against its rugged visage before she could plummet hundreds of feet down towards the sea below. “Beginning to think you might have some strange obsession with the ocean.” claims Sat. “An astute observation. Many have marveled over the wondrous forms of wildlife that occupy our seas; an environment so vast, so deep, so fundamentally different to the world above, it seems almost alien. The abundance of creatures that inhabit those waters, all of them having branched to a radically different line of evolution opposed to the other species of our planet. How can such natural designs crafted from those depth not be revered as awe inspiring. To experiment over how such forms may benefit us, how can one not?”

A look back to the serpentine sea beast beneath her, Satette witnesses the monster begin to slither up the neighboring tower of rock, noticing a peculiar beige luminescence seeping out from its saw like teeth as it ascends. Seeing the dragon like leviathan cease its rise to aim its glowing head at her, Satette starts to realize what the light escaping its mouth was and lets go off the rocky spires side as the monster opens its mouth. Out from the depths of its throat does a stream of electrical beige power come shooting up across the chasm and blasting the spire to chunks; the lively psychic plummeting away from the explosion by the seat of her skirt. Of course it can breathe lightning, why wouldn’t it? Before the young woman could so much as think of how to stop her descent, she is suddenly met with the maw of the colossal chrome monster as it plummets at her; the young woman moments away from swallowed.

But just as the metallic monster was ready to chomp down upon its prey, a bright natural green light flashes from the young woman as a dozen or so little rats come scurrying out to transform from the aura; their bones and flesh forming a big grate to fend of the beasts bite and keep its mouth from closing. No matter how hard the synthetic sea serpent tries to clamp its mouth closed, the bones of the countless rats keep its mouth wide open to keep Satette from plummeting down its throat. “What!? What did you…Are all those rats…Did you just pull out a rat king!? Where did you even-” “Sewer.” Satette swiftly answers. “Frankly, I don’t know what else I was expecting.”

Noticing the thinly bones of her pack of rats beginning to break under the sea dragons jaw, Sat leaps out from the monster’s mouth as she reforms the rodent to go with her; the lively psychic narrowly evading the sea serpents chomping teeth before she careens across its metal scale shaft. As the length of the beast brushes by her, Satette finds herself hurdling towards one of the dragon snake’s fins and commands her collection of rats to transform into a gnarl toothed maw wrapped around her arm. Coming to the sea serpent’s limbs, the maw that Sat had just made bites down upon the monster’s fluttering fin to hook herself on its side; the young woman holding on as tightly as she could as the dragonic beasts delves towards the ocean.

Violent bursts of flame scatter across the top of a broken ship as Thursotte sprint across its deck, fleeing from several fiery mortars hurdling through the air after him; the blazing bombs engulfing more of the ship in its enraging inferno. With nearly most of the ship he stands on encompassed by the pursuing flames, the young man makes a bounding leap right off the tip of the bow to escape; Thurs dropping down upon the deck of another neighboring vessel wrought with disrepair. Peering around over where he could run, he finds several other busted and crashed ships left stranded across the clusters of rocks that entomb them to their watery graves; each of them left in different states of decay as they’re all left to rot among this ship cemetery. Just before he attempts to plan out the best possible route to take among this spread of destroyed old vessels, something breaches out from the waters below to thwart his escape; the shining sun glistening against the chrome skin of mechanical dolphin.

Spurting out from the depths of its blowhole be several balls of raging fire that rise through the sky and plummet down after the fleeting psychic; Thursotte darting across the ship deck as the mortars crash down like descending meteors. Furiously erupting upon impact, the bouts of fire that spew out spread across the deck; its aged and brittle planking set ablaze as the ship is engulfed in mere moments. Fleeing from the disastrous blaze, Thurs’ orange aura flares as makes a daring charge towards the burning ships center pillar and tackles against its withered wood with all his might; his chaotic power spreading across the giant pole as it topples over. Crashing down upon the deck with a terrible quake, pieces of the wooden floor boards are sent flying all across the deck as the pole smashes straight through the ships hall; the vessels structural integrity crumbling at the seems. Leaping right over some of the bellowing flames that burn across the crumbling ship, Thursotte makes a bounding jump over to the neighboring vessel; the burning pieces of the ship he leaves behind falling into the ocean as he lands.

There remains little time for the young man to catch his breath however, as he witnesses the android dolphin again make a soaring jump out from the sea; its blowhole unleashing an eruption of fiery mortars as soon as it breaches the water. Its while darting away from the downpour of fiery bombs, Thursotte hears the voice of the dear doctor chime in among the ongoing chaos to boast how: “Stupendous, isn’t it? The blazing might of this submersible hydro weapon has been equipped with the firepower, no pun intended, to lay battleships to waste; Engulfing all within its fiery wrath!”

“Okay, get it all so far. But you made it a dolphin because…” Thurs questions. “The evolution that the creatures of the deep blue sea had taken is one that should be admired; even the species closest to mammals, have adopted such unique forms. The slick majesty of the dolphin, the ferocious might of the great orca, the overwhelming size of the gigantic blue whale; each of them having taken such radical courses of evolutionary change swimming in the depths of our briny blue.” “And the hydrodynamic body of the dolphins form lends it superior swimming control across the bodies of water to evade even the most persistence submarines and underwater wildlife, that’s why you chose a dolphin, right?” finishes Thursotte. “Yes, you get it! Most of my superiors simply scoff the idea outright, they herald no glimmer of imagination over the practicality of my design. If only they would see it the way you do, our syndicate could branch out beyond the scuffles of the asphalt lands and to the goldmine of the coasts. The international sea trading routes will be under the control of our thumb!” The cusp of their conversation is punctuated by the fiery blast that the chaos triggering psychic flees from; Thursotte diving right off the plank of a ship to escape from the raging inferno.

Finding himself submerged within the depths of the briny sea, Tuesco quickly sinks down to evade the prickly sting of a metal spike that torpedoes through the waters; the pike missile plunging into the side of a coral reef before exploding. The layer of solid air he had encased his head in lets him take a second to breathe from the close call, soon looking back to the abnormal automaton who had shot at him; Tues left concerned over the mechanical puffer fish boasting the size of a small submersible swimming after him. Across its chromatic body stick out numerous, sharp tipped spines much like the one that nearly struck the solid air psychic; a couple of these pikes fire out from the fish’s body to pursue its target like a fierce volley of scud missiles. The spiraling pack of spikes rocketing towards him, the air solidifying psychic does his best in attempting to evade the barrage by kicking off from the reefs below; the explosions he jumps away from spawning a slew of bubbles that begin to rise past him and up towards the surface.

Yet in the middle of swimming away from the blasts, Tuesco peers back to discover one more explosive spike moments away from skewering him; the tip of the missile just a few feet away from his face. The air solidifying psychic acts fast to swipe some of the bubbles that brush past him and uses his powers to control the oxygen trapped inside, gathering the collection of bubbles in front of him as the spike was about to hit him. Contact with the bubbles ends up causing the spine to explode, yet spares Tues of its full brunt as he is simply hurdled back; the collection he wields having been formed into a sturdy shield. The force of the blast sends the psychic of solid air careening right towards a wall covered in sea sponges; the sponges name betraying him as Tuesco feels the impact against the hard rock wall all the same.

There remains little time to process the pain he feels however as he witnesses the mechanical puffer fish continue to blow out several more missiles from its chrome hide; Tues getting off the wall to stand on top of it as the swarm of spikes approach. He manages to spring himself off the sponge covered wall before the barrage could reach him, the missiles instead exploding against the tall reef and reducing the rock to pieces; the reef debris scattering alongside a myriad of bubbles. It’s watching the assortment of bubbles ascend upwards that he turns his site over to the shield he had made with them; the face of the clear barrier holding only minor cracks from withstanding the blast from earlier. From these facts, he then glances back to the robotic blowfish swimming towards him to notice the spikes it launches come out from the holes across its body.

Tuesco starts to swim his way down to the rocky ocean floor below as the deadly automaton unleash another salvo of spiny scud missiles; the psychic of solid air diving down as quickly as he could as the barrage starts to close in. The moment his feet touch the rock solid surface, he leaps right off the floor just before the missiles rocket at him; not dodging the explosion, but catching the blast of resulting bubbles as he’s rides the explosion towards the nearing puffer fish. While careening at the chromatic imitation of one of the sea’s most volatile creature, Tuesco congeals the collection of bubbles he had gathered from the explosion to conjure a pair of clear domes; both of which he clasp together to trap the explosive launching balloon fish. The moment that the chromatic puffer attempts to launch a flurry of its spiny missiles at the air solidifying psychic, the tips of the spikes poke against the transparent shell and explode inside its cage, leaving the machine to suffer the full force of its own payload.

Once the last of the explosions in the shell go off, Tuesco dissolves the cage to collect the bubbles within; the foggy waters clearing away to reveal the battered and busted scraps of the mechanical menace that hounded him. His moment of satisfied glory is swept aside when seeing a large shadow sweep across the ocean floor, a site that which begs him to glance back and see what could cast such shade; what he discovers behind him making his stomach drop. Swimming after him be an entire swarm of spiny chromatic blow fish, armed and ready to unleash their stock of explosive spines; a site of which makes a couple of bubbles blow out from within the air psychic’s pants.

All feels eerily quiet throughout one of the facilities steel halls, with the silence accompanied by a waving light that shimmers against the reflective chrome wall; not a soul to disrupt the near tranquility. That is until the grate above begins to tremble; something on the other side wedging its way through within the vents, all with a magenta power coating it from top to bottom. As soon as the grate is popped off the ceiling, it and the child psychic that pried it off tumble down to the hard steel floor; their descent muffled from Sunny’s influence over sound. And while the kid was still silencing himself, he opts to scream out from the rough fall just to get it all out; not a single decibel of his screams so much as escaping. Augh! Ow! Ach! Oooh! God, that hurt!

Once the mild pain from the fall starts to subside, Sunny’s attention is drawn over to the waving lines of light that glimmer across the chrome walls; the manner of which they skirt back and forth across the metal surface nearly mesmerizing the boy. What the…where did I… When turning back to see what could create such a glorious show of light is he left in further awe upon finding a subversive view from under the New York waters. The craggy rocky bottom, the spots of seaweed and moss, the schools of local sea life; all of it clear as crystal to behold from the other side of the glass window. The light that bares down across the wall behind him shines from the ocean waves above; the rays of natural sunlight glistening against the ocean’s surface to bend and refract across the seafloor and slip into the chrome hallway. Wow. Its all so clear to see. How far down are we?

Sunny breaks his sites away from the ocean view to glare down both ways of the hall; the stretching corridors lending the boy the rising sense of worrying confusion and doubt. Oh no! I just realized, I don’t know where I’m going. How am I supposed to save the others if I don’t know where they are? I could be looking for hours and hours around here and they could be dead by the time I find them. Oh god, this was a huge mistake. What made me think I could bail them out, when I can’t even find where any of them-

The young boy’s spiraling dread suddenly cease when out from the deep blue sea does a sizable fish bump against the glass, causing a low trembling bang to reverberate across the metal halls. Such an unexpected loud noise baits the attention of what machine Manta flutter nearby, swarming out from both sides of the hall towards the kid; Sunny backs away to the wall behind him as the school of faux sea creatures close in. But when wrapped in his silencing aura, not one of them bare any mind to the kid as he watches them all focus their attention across the window; their stingers ready to fire as the glass shakes from the impact. As the window start to settle back into silence, the armada of metal manta ray dim their tails as they all withdraw from the scene; all of them splitting off to resume their programmed patrol routes.

Watching the last of the droids float away, Sunny start to recount what Tuesco had mentioned relating to them; that their programming are wired to sense one thing. That’s right. These things are sensitive to noises. No wonder they freaked out. I mean I would rush over too if I suddenly heard a loud bang from really…far…away… Hey…If those glorified tin cans can track things through following sound, why can’t I? There’s practically nothing else down here that can make such mayhem besides the others, hearing where they might be shouldn’t be that hard. I just have to do what they told me about my powers and focus.

Heeding the pieces of wisdom that the crew had advised him over his sound controlling abilities, Sunny closes his eyes to let nothing but the ambient drone of the metallic halls wash over him; the boy putting every ounce of focus he has in listening what may be dwelling down in these metal depths. Come on. Gotta concentrate, everyone is counting on me. Letting his power spread throughout the hallways of the facility, Sunny’s magenta power lends his hearing a boost in range so extent and so potently focused, he could hear the engines from the dozen or so manta that float across; the boy brushing aside their quiet jets to listen deeper through the corridors. Its among listening deeply for even the tiniest pin drop that his heightened sense of hearing manages to catch something sounding off in the distance. The loud clangs of metal, the sound of breaking rock, the bangs of bullets being fired. Frida! Recognizing the distinct ruckus of his gun toting guardian, Sunny sprints off towards the source of the chaos he had heard not too far off; the young boy determined aid the others in their dangerous heist. Hang on, everyone! I’m on my way!

The towering beach incline that the dimensional psychic ascends begins to crumble apart as the colossal chromatic crab continues to feverishly pursue her in its crawling climb chasing after her; whole chunks of rock breaking off the cliff face to plummet past the metallic monster. In attempting to ward off the chrome crustacean, the gun woman aims her weapons down to the crab before firing out several more shots against the mechanical terror; not one of her bullets able to penetrate through its tough steel shell. Dammit, most of my arsenal can’t even put a dent in it. What the hell is it’s shell made of? Scuttling after its wall merging target, the chrome crustacean thrust its powerful steel pincers after her once more in hopes of rending the woman with its saw teeth lined claws; Frida leaping out from the wall a moment before the crab strikes against the cliff and descending down towards its reflective top. Don’t wanna waste the only rocket I got on this over glorified steel toy. So on to plan B. If I can’t break through its shell, I’ll just have to slip my way in.

The moment that the dimensional psychic lands upon the robotic wall climber, she merges into the surface of its steel shell and starts to slide all around its body in search of someplace vulnerable; a crack in the automatons defenses. Yet no matter where she slides across its chrome dome, Frida fails to find even a fraction of a flaw anywhere across its steel plating; not a hole, shaft, screw, or slip at all to be found. What the hell? Every single bit of this piece of steel seafood is pressed in tighter than the virgin Mary's chastity belt. I can’t find even a single spot to slip my way in.

Frida swift search across the steel shell is brought to an end the moment she breaches back to the 3rd dimension to catch her breath, the chromatic crustacean quick to pluck her right from its hide and entrap her in the clutches of its pincers; Frida feeling the claws teeth brush across her torso as it starts to squeeze its grip. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Its already digging in my body, I can’t slip out! Don’t know where the rest of the gang are, can’t contact anyone, we don’t know where the stone is, and I’m seconds away from being sawed right in half! Its all going so wrong! I thought I could handle this like it was jut a usual mission; like we’d be out of here in an hour flat. Weds was spot on. This is way bigger than I was ready for, and now thanks to my fucking brilliant planning, I’m gonna die down here. Just hope that the other’s had the right idea of ditching me.

Its on the cusp of her hopeless situation that her attention returns to the beach cliff face above them, noticing a section of the rock furiously quaking from a deep bass hum that seep out from the other side; it isn’t until pieces of magenta glimmer out from between the rocks that she starts to understand. That aura? Is that from… All at once, the patch of rock burst forth against a blast of sound waves to break a piece of the illusion; the dimensional psychic alarmed to witness the sound controlling kid crashing in from the other side of the simulated cliff side “Sunny!?”

Plummeting down from the beach cliff face, the kid ends up falling right on top of the metallic crustacean with a hefty clang; one so sudden and unexpected, that the grip it held upon the dimensional psychic loosens; Frida almost immediately taking her chance to slip from its saw tooth clutches. The very moment she escapes from the chrome crustacean, Frida leaps atop the automatons head to swiftly scoop the sound controlling kid out from danger; the gun woman springing off the steel shelled robot with the boy in her arms to merge back into the side of the cliff.

Holding their head back up from the cliff’s 2nd dimension for air, the very first words to come out of the gun woman’s mouth for the boy are: “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were with Tuesco.” “I was, that is until things started to escalate and he tossed me down a vent. I came back up to try and find where he was, but I ended up tumbling in here instead. Hey, is that a giant crab?” the boy wonders, glaring down to the bottom of the cliff. From near the end of the towering cliff face does the chromatic crustacean rapidly ascend after the two of them, with Frida left darting her sites across the section of rocky incline and utters how: “Dammit. Barely got anywhere to put you.” “Well I know what to put in this cranky crab.” the young boy boasts, pulling out his pistol to aim down against the approaching crustacean. “Kid, wait!” As soon as Sunny pulls the trigger to unleash but a single shot, the recoil inflicted from the gun nearly has Sunny slipping out from the wall; the bullet he had fired out clanking against the rising automaton’s shiny steel shell. Holding onto the kid, Frida clutches Sunny by the leg tightly to keep him from plummeting down with his wayward shot; the kid staring down as he’s dangling off the side.

“Nrgh. The hell is wrong with you? You ain’t accounting for the recoil before you even aim! A second too late grabbing you and you’d have wound up being caught in that crab’s clutches.” scolds Frida. “Is it supposed to be vibrating like that?” “Are you even listening…Hang on, what?” “The crab down there. Its shaking weird.” Peering down where the chrome crustacean climbs, the dimension psychic discovers the kids claims to be true and discovers the plating of the crabs shiny shell trembling as Sunny’s magenta aura runs across its surface; Frida’s keen eye letting her see spots of its chrome carapace loosening. “Uh, kid. The hell did you just do?” “I shot at it with a bullet holding some of my sound power. It worked on one of the manta, figured it could work with this thing. I guess its too big to take down with sound waves, huh.” “Maybe not to bring down, but might be enough for me to work with.” debates the dimensional psychic. “Of course, you can’t do much with just that dinky peashooter. How’d you like an upgrade to your arsenal?”

“And you’re sure about me having this?” worries Sunny, cradling one of Frida’s uzi’s as he stands atop a rock sticking out from the cliff. “I mean a pistol is one thing, but what if I wind up accidentally falling off or hitting you.” “Don’t worry about it, kid. The recoil shouldn’t do much as long as you keep yourself propped up on that rock. I just need you to unload everything that bad boy’s got as soon as I dive into its shell, you got it?” “I think so.” “Good, now keep your trigger finger steady and get ready to bounce.” Upon relaying these instructions, Frida breaches from the cliff face to drop down after the rising chrome crustacean; Sunny keeping himself stiff standing against the piece of rock as he watches the woman dive.

Witnessing its target plummeting down to its pinching grasp, the steel shell android thrusts its open claws after her; its collection of saw teeth still moist from where she had been caught before. Yet the moment the giant crab attempts to clamp down upon her does Frida merge into the shining surface of its second dimension; the wall merging gun woman slithering down its limb and onto its chrome carapace. The moment he see’s her slip her way onto the automaton’s shining hide, Sunny pulls the trigger on the rapid fire gun he holds to rain down a downpour of bullets against the chrome crustacean; every round fired out from that gun enveloped in a coating of the boy’s magenta light. Each piece of led that strikes the machine sends out a torrential crash of reverberating sound waves all across its steel plating; its tough frame quaking violently from the constant rain of bullets from above. The gaps in its thought to be air tight shell exposed from the continual trembling lends Frida the moment she sought to break into the real machine hiding behind the carapace; the gun woman wasting no time dishing out a whole gun show inside this piece of faux sea food. Sparks, bolts, and chips come spilling out from within the giant crab as the dimensional psychic causes havoc; the android going haywire as its torn asunder from within.

Young Sunny’s constant rain of bullets soon ceases as the uzi Frida had lent him stops; the last of its magazine having been spent. All Sunny could do at that point was peer down to the chrome crab crumbling apart at the seems; his concern growing as he finds not a single spec of the dimensional psychic along its battered and beaten shell. The boy takes in a sharp gasp as he watches the crumbling crustacean lose its hold upon the cliff face and begins to drop down towards the sea below, dreading that the dimensional psychic may still be trapped inside. Sunny’s worries are dashed when witnessing Frida emerge out from the surface of the steel sea creature to make a bounding leap to the cliff side; the wall merging psychic delving into the rocky face to scale after him.

Quickly ascending up after the boy, Frida sweeps Sunny right off the rock he stood atop and makes a hasty climb to the piece of fake cliff the sound controlling kid had broke in from; the gun woman asking him: “Think you can break us out the same way you broke in?” “Let me see.” the kid tells her, his magenta aura flaring as they close in on the spot. Reaching the exact piece of the simulation he had breached, Sunny slaps his hand against the cliff face to send forth a wave of vibrations beyond the false wall and against the countless pieces of metal that resonates across the illusion; the threads of the simulation fracturing upon the brunt of the boy’s sound to make an escape. The way out clear, Frida and the boy slip through the rip in the simulation to finally break out from this prison disguised as a piece of paradise; the chrome crustacean they fled from exploding the moment it crashes back down onto the beach.

Emerging out from the depths of the ocean with a breaching ascent, the monstrously sized water dragon rockets across the collection of rock spires as the lively psychic holding onto one of its fins holds on for dear life; the head of the mechanical monster bellowing a sonic roar so intense; it casts forth dozens of waves across the waters. The colossal chrome sea serpent glides above the salty waters and lands upon the length of a towering rock formation, rapidly spiraling up the stone shaft as a boa constrictor would slither up a tree; Satette struggling to hold onto the snakes flapping fin as the teeth of her transformed rat clamps begin to slip away. When the last of the rat kings grasp falters upon the machine’s silky fin, the building inertia slings Sat right off the side of the serpent and hurdling across the salty sea air. The dreaded dragon opens its maw as it lunges at her from the tower side, Satette left helplessly careening through the air as the mechanic monsters electrically sparking mouth threatens to chomp down on her.

But just when the colossal chrome dragon was a moment or two away from swallowing the lively psychic whole, an out of the blue explosion strikes at the leviathan with enough of a punch to force its approaching maw way; the serpents teeth skirting past Satette by mere inches as it slithers past. Peering to where the blast had come from, a big smile stretches across Sat’s face when finding her wall merging partner in crime perched along one of the pillars of rock; a puff of smoke wafting from the rocket launcher she had just fired. Discovering her wall merging friend still alive and well, the lively psychic morphs the mess of rats into a coiling rope of fuzzy flesh; the lively psychic casting her stringed together collection over to the nearest rocky pillar, coiling round one of the jagged stones piercing out from the side.

Satette swings across the rocky column to swerve right back around to hurdles towards the pillar her partner had merged in, kicking herself off from column to column as she casts her meat rope around like a whip. Peering back behind her, the lively psychic discovers the dragonic sea monster slithering after her from underneath the depths of the water; its shadow inching closer as it remains on the verge of encroaching above her. It isn’t until Satette is but a couple more swings away from the dimensional psychic that the monolithic sea serpent beneath her pokes its head out from the surface, opening its maw to unleash a mighty torrent of electric after her; the intense stream of lightning blasting apart the rocky spires that stood ahead. With the columns of salty rock ahead of her broken away, Sat is forced to swing right around the column her rat rope is tied around; this complete 180 of a turn lending the serpent below a chance to go for the kill.

Witnessing the colossal chrome dragon launches out from the sea to rise after where Sat swings over towards, Frida springs out from the rocky spire she stood within to descend after her lively partner in crime; the head of the serpent preparing to engulf the young woman in one bite. The gun woman pushes her life bending friend right out from the reach of the beast as she snatches the other end of Satette’s string of furry flesh; the monstrous machine clamping down upon her whole with but a single bite. The mechanical sea beast continues to spiral up the length of the rock column as the rope of rats is caught betwixt its teeth, dragging Satette up towards the top of the stone tower with her. Sat holds onto the end of her whip of sewer vermin as tightly as she could in the chrome dragons rapid rise, peering up to the monsters maw to discover traces of her friends cerulean power running along her weapons length; a hint that Frida had not met with such a grizzly end. Knowing her dimensional partner was still on one piece, Satette clutches the end of her rat rope as tightly as she could in this rocketing ride towards the top of this towering piece of rock; the string of flesh beginning to be stretched to its limit under the constant inertia.

The steel sea beast soon reaches the very tip of the stone spire; the surface merging psychic slipping out from its mouth and sliding over to the tip of its nose, tightly clutching the rodent rope keeping Satette tied to her. At the apex of the dragons ascent, Frida springs off the mechanical monster’s head to send herself and Sat rising into the sky over head; the gunwoman tightly clutching at her end of the string of flesh before swinging it over, whipping the lively psychic ahead of herself before shouting: “Open up!” “Open what?” the lively psychic can’t help but shout in the middle of their rise. Gazing up to the simulated skies above does she spot growing glimmers of magenta power radiating across a section of the clouds; the puffs of white quaking apart into tiny bits of metal as this aura shakes away the panel of falsehood to reveal a way out. From the other side of the breach, the sound controlling kid reaches down to the ascending duo as he keeps the piece of metal holding the prison at bay. “Sunny!?” “Grab on!” he pleads.

With there virtually no time to ponder over the how the boy is able to breach through the simulation, Satette reaches out to the kid as she start to drop; the young woman catching the boy hand just as she was on the verge of plummeting back down. After pulling herself up the rest of the way in the hole, the lively psychic jerks the rest of her rat rope in a frantic hurry to pull Frida out; the head of the steel sea serpent rising after the dimensional psychic akin to a famished shark pursing its fleeting meal. The very moment Frida is dragged back to safety behind the other side of the breach, Sunny retracts his power of sound away from the opening to let the piece of the simulation quickly reconstruct itself; the colossal chrome snake left with nothing but open space to bite down upon at the peek of its rise.

What remained of the collection of simple boats and broken navel vessels floating among the ship cemetery were accosted by bellowing flames; some of them collapsing under their own weight as the furious fire chew through their support. Its midst this burning chaos that Thursotte finds what ground he could even stand on dwindling at the seems, most of the ships he could jump to plagued by the spreading flames. Hell, he was struggling to avoid crumbling debris from the top of the ship he stood. The young man bolts away from the pursuing blaze and makes a bounding leap towards the closest boat still intact, reaching as far as he could for the planks that splinter out from the edge of a split in half ship. Grasping at the end of the piece of wood, Thurs attempts to pull himself up to the deck as the waters beside him ripple; the deadly dolphin droid that had harassed him with such a hellishly hot time springing out from the depths of the sea.

From its chrome blowhole does the steel sea mammal erupt a volley of flaming mortars high into the air, sending all of them descending down upon the ship Thursotte hangs off of with a screeching whistle; the resulting explosions enveloping the deck rattling the boat and sending cracks across that half of its body. The plank of wood that the chaos inducing psychic hangs from snaps from the overwhelming booms, sending Thursotte tumbling down into the exposed inside of the ship with the piece of board still in hand. From beneath the blazing deck, the young man arose to witness one more flare descending from the heavens to plummet down towards him; Thursotte tightly clutching the plank he carries with both hands as he rises back on his feet to step to the top of the split ship.

The young man takes a steady stance as he holds the piece of wood back, infusing the mundane splinter of the deck in his chaotic power as the mortar is moments away from crashing down. Swinging the board as hard as he could, Thurs bats the fiery explosive away from the split ship to instead send it careening off towards another blazing vessel; the fire cloaking the pieces of mortar fluttering through the air before crash down upon the boats towering mast. Having taken the brunt of the flaming bomb from its already fractured base, the ship’s lengthy mast breaks off from the deck and starts to tumble down like a tree having been cut from its stump; Thursotte’s orange aura blending with the crackling fires that plague the pole’s wood.

Yet rather than plummeting down into the sea like he would expect, shock and confusion wash across the young man’s face when witnessing the tip of the tumbling mast crash into what seemed like the middle of the air; that part of the cloudless blue sky crumbling away to reveal nothing but a collection of metallic bits that make up the simulation. The site felt similar as looking upon a complete picture with one of the pieces having been broken away, that metaphor strengthening when the layer of the simulation finally gives away and crumbles to pieces against both Thursotte’s chaotic power and the raging flames. The surprises just keep coming, for from the other side of this layer of falsehood does a torrential geyser of seawater comes bursting out from the pieces of broken space and pours down from the towering tilted mast; the waterfall splashing down upon the ships deck to extinguish the blaze that plagues it. The unexpected turns fail to end there however, as Thursotte can make out the figure of a man spewing out from within the pouring geyser of seawater; the young psychic almost immediately recognizing them as soon as they emerge out from the waterfall. “Tuesco!?” Upon realizing the newcomer to be one of his own, the chaos inducing psychic is swift to leap across the split vessel and climb his way back up to the deck; discarding the piece of splintered wood in his hurry.

After dissolving away the layer of solidified air encompassing his head Tuesco takes in a deep inhale of much needed fresh air; giving himself a moment to breath as he looks around to where he wound up. “Tuesco!” he then hears blurting out beside him. “Ah!” the solid air psychic jumps back exclaiming. Tues’ alarm starts to deflate when finding this exclamation having came from one of his own, calming down as he gets back up to greet the chaos triggering psychic with: “Oh, it’s you.” “What, that’s it? Haven’t even seen you around in this god forsaken death trap in a while and that’s all you got to greet me with?” “Well, sorry. Some of us are a tad exhausted after being accosted by metal fish monsters and a lack of oxygen.” “I’ve been too, but you don’t see me acting cranky.” “Wait, you been dealing with scud missile puffer fish tanks?” “…What?” “What do you mean ‘What’? What’ve you been dealing with?” Their brief reunion is suddenly cut short when out from the ocean waters beside them leaps out the dreaded droid dolphin, blasting out another salvo of fiery mortars from its blowhole; the barrage of flaming balls whistling through the sky until plummeting their way back down towards them. “Oh, a dolphin. I’m not sure if that’s better or worse.”

The two of them make a bolt for it as the explosive mortars crash down around them, with Tuesco conjuring a dome underneath him and his partner as they make flee from the flames; the psychic’s solid air shield lending the two surmountable protection against the flying flares and fires as they leap to the next vessel. “This whole place’s looking like a mass viking funeral; its only a matter of time before these boats be our coffins! What the hell do we do!?” questions Tuesco. “You’re asking me? I barely even got the chance to catch my breath, let alone put a dent in that dolphin. I’ve been too busy dodging the bombs this things spews out to come up with a game plan. And all the while I keep running out of room to race away from it all. Any more of these ships catch fire and I’ll be forced to take a dip down in the briny blue sea.” Thursotte claims. “I’d advise against that.” “Why?” Pointing out to the ship they had fled from, Thurs’ attention is drawn to the leak of seawater spewing out from the middle of the air; the chaotic psychic noticing a slew of metal balloon like fish pouring out from the other side of the geyser. “Lemme guess, those the scud missile slingers you been dealing with?” “Yep. They catch us in the water, we’re as good as dead.” confirms Tuesco. “Augh. Can’t get relief above water, can’t get it under.” “Where the hell are we supposed to go then?”

A brief glance down upon the waving surface of the ocean has an idea prick out from Thursotte head; the young man grasping to the solid air psychic to stop as he declares that: “If we can’t go in the water, we’ll just float right over it.” “Wait, what are you even-” Clutching at the dome of solid air above them originally made to shield them against the downpour of flames, Thurs flips the transparent shell right over the deck of the ship and sends it splashing down upon the water below; Tuesco panicking as the young man then jerks over towards the edge of the ship. The two leap right off the side of the vessel moments before another flurry of mortars could crash down upon its deck, the air solidifying psychic letting out a panicked scream as he and Thurs drop down towards the sea. But rather than taking such a deadly dip into the briny blue waters, the two instead land within the very same solid air shell that Thursotte had tossed aside; the transparent dome proving surprisingly buoyant floating across the ocean surface. “Oh, this is what you meant. I guess this solves one problem.”

Interrupting this brief moment of relief do they witness the dangerous droid dolphin breach from the surface once more to unleash a bevy of blazing bombs into the air and send dropping down towards the two. And even with most of the molten mortars simply boiling away into the sea that surrounds them, Tuesco constructs a barrier of solid air to shield against some of the bombs that threaten to drop down atop them; the fiery explosive simply bouncing right off the clear barricade and down into the water with the rest. “But it only partially solves another. We jumped out from the kitchen, only to land right in the middle of the boiling pot. I hope you got another bright idea in that head of yours kid.” Tues states, holding back to the barrage of blazing bombs. “Um…” Thurs ponders, peering across the ocean. From beneath their crystal clear waters can the young man witness schools of the chrome puffer fish that Tuesco had warned of, with their bulbous bodies covered in prickly spines. Among their patrol does something suddenly trigger them to fire out their metallic spikes, the needles scurrying across the ocean like ravenous piranha lunging to their prey. Yet instead of racing right at the two of them, the cluster of miniature torpedo’s instead make a complete opposite dart after one of the surrounding burning boats; the barrage of scud missiles exploding against the ships hull and swiftly reducing the entire vessel to watery debris.

Thursotte lets out a pondering hum upon seeing the way the puffer’s missiles were so easily drawn to the burning wreckage nearby, thinking surely there had to be some coloration. Perhaps their aim is more based off heat instead of sound or site. “Well, you got a plan cooking up there or what?” questions Tuesco. “Cooking might be the appropriate word. If only we could smack that damn dolphin outta the water…You think you can catch a couple of those mortars?” “Excuse me?” “If we grab one of those fireballs, we can redirect where all the pufferfish aim and hopefully blast that damn dolphin out of the water.” Though the air solidifying psychic is hesitant on the idea, Tuesco relents as he modifies the structure of is overhead shield into a wide bowl; telling the young man behind him: “I hope you know what you’re doing.” “Eh, half and half.”

When breaching out from the waters once more, the fake sea mammal does its usual routine of blasting a dozen blazing balls out from its blowhole; the mortars flying high before plummeting back down towards the two floating in the middle of the ocean. While the rest of the barrage dissolves into ashes upon dunking into the water, a couple of them end up rolling right into Tuesco’s transparent bowl like a basketball to a hoop; the psychic enclosing the fiery flares within with another bowl on top. Even with the flaming bombs having been entrapped within his air tight prison, Tuesco still feels their heat radiating past the solid air and begin to strike at the palms he holds them with; grunting from the sensation as he warns how: “Thur, starting to feel the heat here.” “Wait for it.” Thursotte insists. The tension keeps climbing as the chaos triggering psychic peers across the open ocean for any sign of the dastardly dolphin droid; the psychic of solid air letting out pained hissing as he struggles to keep holding the scorching hot bowl of fire above.

Its after a couple more moments of anticipation, the waving waters are upset once again when the dangerous steel dolphin breaches out from the surface once again as elegantly as the real deal; Thurs catching his partners attention as he shouts: “Over there. Chuck it over there!” The moment that Tuesco hears this demands, he turns right over and hurdles the bowl of blazing bombs towards the airborne sea mammal machine; the bowl sloppily skipping across the surface of the water like a kid attempting to throw a rock across a lake. Once the clear bowl filled with flaming mortars rests close to where the dolphin leaps, its constant heat attracts the ire of the dozens of chrome blowfish that swim through the sea; the ones nearby of them unloading their salvo of spiny scud missiles towards the dome of fiery bombs. The moment the collection of cluster bombs explode against the clear container of fiery flares, the resulting blast proves strong enough to send the airborne droid dolphin careening across the salty sea air and sent crashing right atop one of the many boats that litter the ship graveyard.

Stranded on top of the vessel, the shiny steel sea mammal flops about the deck in a panic; its blowhole firing out a constant barrage of mortars all across the ship in its struggling. The boat the droid dolphin had been beached upon combusts in an intense inferno in only meager moments; the insuring blaze standing tall among the other burning ships making up the ship cemetery. Attracted by the overwhelming inferno, the rest of the mechanical puffer fish can’t help but unload their collection of cluster bomb towards the blazing boat; the sea vessel and the dolphin trapped atop it engulfed in the all consuming blast.

Watching the display of deadly fireworks reduce one of their threats to pieces, Thursotte can’t help but cheer from the explosive show while taunt out to the wreckage. “How’s about some sushi to go with the fireworks show, huh? I don’t even know if dolphin counts as sushi, but it don’t matter; your fried anyway!” he boasts. “Well, whatever sort of way you cooked that thing, I hope you got quiet the killer recipe for blowfish.” Tues claims. “Yeah, we smoked that piece of…huh?” Parting from this brief victory does the young man quickly realize themselves being surrounded by schools of the same chrome pufferfish that had laid waste to their steel sea mammal menace; their heat seeking recitals now locked to them. “Oh…Well dammit.”

Dreadful worry starts to rise as the school o scud missile shooting blowfish begin to close in upon the duo, leaving the two of them left nowhere to run to against the approaching threat as they can only huddle together. “So, not to sound greedy, but you don’t happen to have another split second schemes cooking up there, do you?” Tues asks. “Gotta be honest, the mine of my mind is tapped out. We’d practically need a miracle now.” “Whelp. You know, in my police career, if I wound up dying, I pictured my life ending in a gesture of glory the likes of which people would remember for years to come, like a blaze of glory situation. Guess I’ll have to settle with a boiling froth.”

Yet on the cusp of facing their thought to be inescapable demise, the open salty air just above the two suddenly wavers and contorts; a thick magenta power causing the metal bits holding the simulation together parting to bestow upon them an escape from their imminent doom. “Well, you did say we needed a miracle.” claims Tuesco. From the other side of the shattered simulation, the two discover the rest of their loyal crew reunited and waiting for them; Sunny holding the breach with the vibrations of his whistling while Frida reaches down for them. “Or rag tag bunch of reliable friends.” insists Thursotte. “Well, I suppose friendliness is next to godliness.” claims Tuesco. “Just shut up and get up here.” Frida sternly demands. “Yes ma’am.” Grasping the palm of their surface merging leader, both the boys are reeled right out from the depths of their simulated prison right as the steel swarm of mechanical puffer fish unleash their missiles upon them; the two managing to escape from their explosive demise in the nick of time.

“No.” This daring escape out from the depths of the simulated test prisons could be viewed from the screen of one of several monitors, each one displaying a part of the enigmatic doctors labyrinth of technical terror. “No!” Shown on another of these feed is the psychic gang racing across the chromatic halls, all of them barreling through the place now more determined than ever. “NO!” It was plain to see that no barrier, no wall, nothing could stop their approach; Frida guiding them through the smallest of cracks, Sunny silencing the others to keep them from being spotted, Satette and Thursotte fighting back the swarms of mechanical manta that dare stand in their way, and Tuesco erecting shields to protect the others from their beige blasts. “This can’t be happening. I crafted those prisons to be neigh impenetrable those within unable to so much as touch their bars, let alone escape. How could they have…That child. I don’t fully know what he did, but he somehow disrupted the cell’s membrane pattern’s from the outside to free the others. Dammit! If they make there way to this chamber now, everything I worked for will be at risk. I won’t have it come to that; I can simply remote backup my data to another server before they-”

The gifted doctors worrying thoughts are solidified when the door leading out from the darkened chambers is busted open; the light from the chromatic halls pouring in alongside the intruders that barge into the private sanctum. “And things keep going from bad to worse; as if the slew of maintenance needing to be done wasn’t enough of a migraine today. Seriously, do you people even realize how much time and money your shenanigans may cost me?” December groans. “You wanna stop racking up that debt, you know what you gotta cough up.” claims Frida. “Give up the stone, or we’ll tear your whole workshop apart til we find it.” Satette adds. “Oh, I deduce that you lot will find that ordeal much harder to do than speak. The only way you’re retrieving the psychic stone now is over my cold dead remains.” the doctor refuses.

“Where even are you right now?” questions Thurs. “Matter of fact, where are we?” Tuesco adds. “Oh, I am most surprised how you haven’t caught on to the grander picture of where you stand. Surely, you’ve no doubt notices some strange details midst rummaging through the depths of my laboratory. My psychic aura implanted within many of the machines that roam these halls, their efforts and duties seemingly innocuous at first glance. This facility may be where many of my ingenious creations are forged, but it also serves a far greater purpose. But to answer you’re question more accurately, I compel you all to simply draw your gaze above.”

Like the technically inclined doctor instructs, all of them look to the ceiling over head for their answer; their glares widening in disbelief upon the site they discover. Enclosed within a thick case of reinforced glass filled with a purified fluid floats a lone brain, a potent beige aura constantly expelling out from its very depths. From the inside of the piece of gray matter does the technological controlling power surge out into several wires hooked to its wrinkled surface; the psychic aura slithering across and into the dense walls of machinery and technology that line the chamber. Simple sparks of Decembers power are all that need to course through these devices and machines to them all under his command. “I have discarded the natural failings of the flesh, instead to don in ironclad steel; freeing myself from the faults of a body I have for so long suffered within. Gone are those cruel limitations, and in their place be grafted ceaseless potential of technological progress. I am-”

“That bitch’s a brain in a jar!” Satette exclaims. “An amusing deduction there, young miss; but a description oh so lacking. With my gifted mind connected to the very wires of my creations and power over the realm of technology, this once humble underground facility has been transformed into a final frontier of engineering. Its wires my nervous system, its energy my life blood, its processors my heart. Are you realizing how I detected your presence so easily!? My laboratory isn’t simply an intellectual paradise, I have, in the most literal of essence, become my laboratory!” Sparking surges of beige powers run all across the chamber as its technology coated walls begin to fracture, transforming into several massive body part like tools and devices that hover across the widening room; the once enclosed space rapidly opening up into a much wider facility. The exit behind them slinking back as all that encompass them among them now was a chasm of darkness surrounding the platform they all stand atop of. “Huh…Neat.” briefly comments Thursotte.

Among the runs of electrical surges glimmering from within the doctors brain case, a peculiar glint catches the eye of the lively psychic; Satette gazing closely beyond the glass to discover the glistening shimmer coming from the very prize they seek. Within the cortex preserving fluid December’s mind swims in be the coveted stone of psychic wonder encased within its glass bauble. “Guys, the stone! He has it! Its splashing around with him in his damn jar!” she alerts. “So I guess the dear doctor was being more literal than we thought.” claims Thursotte. “Of all the places to put it, too. That is foul.” Tuesco reviles. “Metaphorical or literal, we’re breaking open that brain and pilfering our prize right out. And if a little bit of his gray matter ends up spilling, that’s on him. Care to do the honors, kid?” Frida goes. “With pleasure.” the sound controlling kid confirms, coating his small rapid fire pistol in his own brand off magenta power as he aims up towards the glass case. “Did you give him an uzi!?” blurts Tuesco.

“A fruitless effort!” the doctor denies. Before the kid could even so much as pull the trigger of his gun, one of the many metal machines swings out and knocks him right off the platform; the weapon cast aside as Sunny is thrust down into the shadowy depths below. “Shit, Sunny!” the dimensional psychic exclaims, delving off the platform after the boy. Down two of their squad, Thurs, Sat, and Tues are left to face the wrath of the mechanical mad doctor by themselves; preparing for the worst as the genius’ many machinery thrust upon them, glowing with a violent beige spark as they lunge.

Sunny screams in a panic as he plummets down through the chambers chasm, his outcry reverberating all across the depths as he falls. The boy’s desperate yelling ceases when gazing up to witness the wall merging psychic descending after him; Frida stretching her arms out as far she could to reach for the boy. The sound controlling child reaches up for her in a plead for safety, managing to clutch the gun woman’s grasp. Frida pulls the young boy to her person as the bottom of the chasm comes into view, Sunny closing his eyes as the dimensional psychic envelopes her and the kid in her cerulean power. Its thanks to her abilities that they both merges into the surface of the chrome ground safely rather than violently crash down against it; Frida and Sunny swiftly surfacing out from the face of the floor as she calms the kid with: “Easy kid. We’re fine.” “Augh…Agh…Oh wow. Thanks.”

Their brief moment of reprise is cut short as an electrical explosion draws their attention back towards the top of the chamber; both of them witnessing beams and sparks go flying across the room. “Lets get back up there!” Sunny immediately suggests. “I’ll be heading back up. You’re staying down here where its safe.” “Oh, come on. Now you’re going on with all that safety crap?” “I know how it sounds, but shits getting way too close to the fan here. We can’t fight this pickled prick and make sure you don’t get vaporized at the same time. You’ll have to sit this out.” “But-” “No fucking buts. I am ordering you to stay down here and wait while we deal with the doctor. We clear!” the dimensional psychic firmly asserts. “Mmm…Crystal.” he reluctantly relents, crossing his arms as he glares away. “Good. We’ll try to not make this take too long.” claims Frida, leaping into the center pillar and climbing her way up towards the top. “It’s not like it’d be hard for me to break the glass he’s in.”

Fired out from the tip of a chrome swordfish’s nose, a bright beige beam streaks across the chamber and towards the lively psychic; Satette narrowly evading the shocking ray by the skin of her teeth as she lunges towards the weapon in kind. The young woman transforms the rat king she wields into a big hulking arm to strangle the neck of the lengthy fish with, crushing the chrome weapon with such surprising force to render it useless. Yet in the middle of her struggle against one of the doctor’s dastardly device, another of his machines, a big mechanical seahorse with whirling saw blades attached to the end of its tail, swings out at Satette as she is distracted dismantling the laser lance. Not a tooth of the blade would touch her though as Tuesco barrels in erecting a thick barrier of solid air to block the spinning saws; sparks lighting through the shadows surrounding them as he pushes back against the blades.

With the spare pistol that Frida had bestowed to him, Thursotte blasts out bullet after bullet against the doctors detached brains above in attempting to shatter the glass encasing December; every single shot deflecting right off the dome without so much as leaving behind a single scratch. Realizing how fortified the bullet proof glass keeping the doctor safe was, Thurs opts to coat his pistol in his own brand of chaos inducing aura as he carefully aims the last shot of his magazine; the young man failing to notice the shocking surge of an electric steel eel lunging his way, with beige energy coursing through its body. The electric eels shocking lunge against the accident triggering psychic is thwarted when Frida leaps up from the edge of the platform with a rapid fire rifle in hand, the gun woman unloading its magazine against the steel eel to repel it away from her partner in crime. Landing right next to Thursotte, the first thing the dimensional psychic hears from him is: “Is Sunny alright?” “Yeah, the kid’s just fine. Just a bit pissed he ain’t up here with us. He’ll get over it.”

A violent explosion of suddenly erupts from behind the crew; all of them peering back to discover a lobster suspended in the air via propellers, opening its claws to fire out volatile beige balls upon them all. The four of them scatter to evade the explosive onslaught, the entire chamber quaking from every impact. Though Tuesco held his own well against the saw blade seahorse, the constant quaking makes the air solidifying psychic loose his footing and ends up tripping over; the steel sea equine bouncing right off his transparent shield. The mechanical sea creatures repulsion fails to deter it from thrusting itself at the solid air psychic once more, leaving Tuesco barely anytime to get himself off the floor before the seahorse bares its saw blade tail upon him. Closer and closer do the whirling blades of the ocean equine’s saw loom as it starts to breach through Tuesco’s slab of solid oxygen. But just when its chrome steel teeth was ready to break through and tear into him, strands of flesh envelope across the head of the aquatic life form based android and flings it right off of him; Tues peering across the length of meat to see it stretching from the lively psychic herself. Satette chucks the steel seahorse across the chamber and sends it right against the wall, getting its tail stuck against the solid steel from collision; the sparks from its saw lighting up through the shadows as it runs across its curved chrome surface.

Even after unloading the rest of her rifle’s magazine upon the chrome carapace of the mechanical lobster, the best that Frida’s barrage could manage against it was simply put a few dents in its shell. It doesn’t even slow the thing down as it proceeds to spew out several more spheres of surging power down as the dimensional psychic scrambles from the zapping explosions. “Christ, the metal on these things. None of my guns can even put a hole through it.” she curses. “At least its putting dents in. The kind of glass the doctors brain is encased in has to be harder than platinum. Its not even leaving a scratch. Didn’t you say you had a rocket launcher or something?” claims Thurs. “Sad to say I spent it already saving Sat’s ass. Afraid leads all I got left, and even that’s running a little low.” “Don’t you got a spare or something?” “You think I had a spare, I’d have used it already?” “Well how else are we gonna make some leeway here?” Thursotte then questions. Upon this notion is Frida’s attention briefly caught by the seahorse left blazing across the curved walls of the chamber; the method of which its spinning saw blade tail slash across the tough solid steel getting the gears in her head turning.

After a minute of whirling across the chamber in an out of control fashion, the steel seahorse finally manages to dislodge the blades of its saw tail out from the curved chamber wall; the fake equine almost immediately lunging for the nearest intruder, aiming the teeth of its saw towards the distracted chaos inducing psychic. Right as its blades were on the cusp of tearing into Thursotte’s flesh, its tail is again caught against the solid air of Tuesco’s transparent barrier; Thurs springing back from nearly having his head chopped off. “Doesn’t the teeth its saw’s got packing dull? Feels like it just won’t quit.” complains Tuesco. “Then lets give it something else to chew on. Sat, what do you say we introduce those chompers to its crustacean comrade?” “Right, I get ya?” the lively psychic cheers, stretching the length of her fleshy rat arm after the chromatic ocean equine. Clutching upon the body of the steel seahorse once more, Satette pulls the buzzblade spinning machine right off the solid air psychic’s transparent shield; the aquatic life form based android struggling to free itself in her tight grasp. Satette’s sites are locked upon the lighting lobbing lobster as it continues to fire out a barrage of beige balls of electrical power; the crustacean’s claws suddenly drifting over towards her. The bevy of blasting balls hurdling her way, Sat is forced on the defensive as she attempts to outrun the explosions of electricity. And on top of this mad dash away from vaporization, the steel seahorse she holds in her lengthy rat meat grasp begins to tear through the flesh of its own prison; Satette’s strength of her grasp fading along with it. “Dammit! Need a hand here!” she frantically requests.

The lightning lobsters focus so fixated on the fleeting lively psychic, it is utterly caught off guard when a blast of pellets strikes against its claws; the flurry of pellets being fired out from the barrels of Frida’s double barrel shotgun. The dimensional psychic repeatedly unleashes shell after shotgun shell to ward off the chrome crustacean claws; mentioning how: “I’ve had my fill of steel seafood to last a lifetime, thank you.” The several shotgun shells swerving the lobsters steel claws away from the lively psychic, Satette quits her running as soon as the salvo of shocking sphere cease, swift to lob the steel seahorse she held in her grasp at the lobster that threatened to electrocute her. The iron equine flails wildly as it careens through the air; the saw attached to its tail refusing to stop spinning. Just when the lightning lobbing lobster returns its aim, the seahorse’s buzzsaw bite down against it shimmering steel shell and starts to run across its entire body; the chrome crustacean helplessly struggling as the saw blades tear through its shinning hide. The crew watches with triumph as the lethal lightning launcher is torn asunder before their eyes. “So how bout it, doc? We can keep breaking your toys all day, or you can cough up the stone out of your damn jar before we break it too.” taunts Frida. “A simple matter of rebuilding and replacing. But I doubt the same can be said for any of you.” December denies.

In the midst of shredding each other apart, both the chrome lobster and the steel seahorse are suddenly blown apart in a volatile explosion of sparks; pieces of the pair of androids sent scattering all over the chamber. From this plume of spreading debris, the buzzsaw broken off from the seahorses tail is sent hurdling across the platform; zipping past Frida, Thurs, and Tuesco in the blink of an eye. All three turn back to witness in dreadful horror the blade slicing right through the side of their lively partner, severing her arm right from her torso in but a single instant. Satette in utter shock, glares in disbelief as her own scarlet fluid spurts out from the freshly cut stump her limb was attached to just seconds ago. The speed of which the blade had disarmed the young woman has her stumble towards the edge of the platform, Satette left clutching tightly to her bleeding stump as she and her severed limb topple off the edge and plummet down into the shadowy ravine. “Satette!” her friends cry out in terror. The first among them to attempt and come to her rescue, Frida is stopped as the electric steel eel swoops in to beam down a stream of beige power at her; the gun woman unloading what shells she had to blast away the artificial sea creature. “You bastard!”

Waiting among the bottom of the steel chasm, Sunny lets out a huffy sigh as his eyes are drawn to the darkness above; the child catching only brief glimpse of the action as surges of bright beige power cut through the shadows. The sound controlling kid suddenly jumps when hearing a loud thud echo out from the other side of the chrome column; Sunny quick to venture around the pillar to investigate what could’ve fallen down inside these depths. His curiosity slowly morphs into dread upon finding a line of crimson staining parts of the floor, a dread of which balloons at an extraordinary rate as he comes upon more and more splashes of deep red all over. His growing anxieties then erupt into full blown terror as the young boy comes around to discover the smatterings of blood to be spilling from the lively psychic’s own body; poor Sunny letting out a spine tingling scream upon what he thought to be the remains of one of her guardians.

The sound controlling kid ceases his panicking outcry upon realizing Satette was in fact still with him; seething hisses and grunts seeping out from under her clenched teeth as she tightly clutches her severed arm socket, with drizzles of her blood spilling out from between her fingers. “Sat, you’re alive!” he exclaims. “Nngh…Sunny…That you?” the lively psychic grunts. “What…what happened to you!? Where’s your arm!?” Rolling her head over towards the side, Satette opens one of her eyes to find a trail of scarlet starting from where her arm had been, following the splatters of crimson to discover her arm laying a couple yards away from her. “Right there…It’s right there.” she utters.

“Hu-Hold on, I’ll try and call the others.” says Sunny, his magenta aura flowing across his body. “There’s no time…Barely keeping my own blood from spilling.” seethes Satette. “But…I can’t…What am I supposed to do!?” “Ha…Ha-Hate to ask this of you, Sunny. But…think you can go over and fetch my arm over there for me?” the bleeding woman then requests. Almost immediately upon this plead, the young boy hops right over the wounded woman to follow the small trail of red; Sunny stopping his desperate dash upon coming to the lively psychic’s severed limb. Simply glaring upon the amputated arm, covered in the flesh and fur of rodents stained in red, sent a bone chilling dread in the pit of the child’s stomach. A gruesome site of which most other adults would pray to not so much as see with their own eyes; one that nearly paralyzes the young adolescent simply processing what he was looking to.

His palms nearing the amputated arms blood stained hide, Sunny’s reach suddenly pauses as he feels the warmth radiating from the freshly sliced limb; his hands trembling at the thought of clutching to the severed body part. The kid breaks away from his traumatized trance when the pained grunts of his lively guardian reaches his ears, her distraught cries beckoning the boy to snap out from his terror and reach form the limb. Swift to swipe the severed limb off the floor, Sunny hurries back to Satette’s side to return her amputated arm; the lively psychic smiling up to him as she takes her own missing piece. “Thanks…kid…”

The moment she grasps to her own disembodied limb, Sat sends her own natural green power coursing through its length; the rat king that were enveloped across the arm unfurling off and commanded to slither down along the rest of her body; patches of flesh fur, and bone sliding across her chest to rest atop her flesh wound. Utilizing the tiny, splintering bones from the collection of vermin, the lively psychic pierces into her own flesh to sow her wound up with the stringy rat fur; the young woman biting down hard on the bottom of her lip as she endures the stinging pain from her little procedure. “What are you doing?” Sunny can’t help but worry.

Sowing the pieces of rodent meat together across the hole left on her side, Satette manages to patch up and cover the grizzly wound in what living tissue she had left to work with; slowly pulling herself off the floor as she comments how: “Well, not the kind of patch job I saw myself doing, but at least it stops the bleeding.” “But what about the rest of your arm, can’t you reattach it?” asks the sound controlling kid, gazing upon limp limb that Sat holds. “Don’t think so. I can only do so much to myself. Besides, we’ve been running around this chrome crap hole all day, and my tank is about spent. Gotta use what I got left to finish this.” “So…What do we do?” the boy wonders. “Hmm…” contemplates the lively psychic, glaring down to her own severed limb. “Yo, Sunny. Did I ever teach you about how to carry your power into stuff?” “I…I don’t think so.” “Well then, how bout we got through a little bit of a crash course, shall we?” To this end, Satette envelopes her detached arm with what remains of her natural green aura; the sound controlling kid staring curiously as the limb begins to straighten and extend under Sat’s power.

Repeatedly pulling the trigger of his pistol, Thursotte unloads several shots up after December’s glass brain casing, infusing every bullet he shoots with a thick layer of his accident prone power. Though not even one piece of led would so much as touch the doctors protective shell, as hand of hard chrome, enveloped in their foe’s beige power, suddenly flies in between them and the glass case; the barrage ricocheting right off its palms hard exterior and across the chamber walls. Several pieces sharp metal break off from the curved wall as the bullet bounce off, sending a shower of them raining down upon the trio.

“Son of a bitch!” the dimensional psychic curses, aiming a double barrel shotgun towards the edge of the chamber. Infusing the shotgun in her wall merging power, Frida blows out a scattering of pellets right against the curved wall beside them; every pellet entering the surface of chrome to slide up towards the encased brain overhead. Yet before the bunch of bullets could slide up the wall and at the doctor, the shot is caught out when a part of the wall they streak across unexpectedly detaches from the side, carrying the racing bullets upon its surface. The length of shiny steel is aimed right upon the trio as the shocking machine eel fires a dastardly bolt upon its face; the terrible shock forcing the pellets out from the 2nd dimension and releases the shotgun spread down, with the three scrambling away from the raining blast.

Attempting to take a crack at cracking the doctors cranium case, Tuesco hops up as he constructs a small platform out of solid air; leaping right off the freshly made piece of crystallized air before conjuring another at his feet. Astonished are both Frida and Thurs as they witness their air solidifying partner quite literally hopping through the air. The two snap out from their amazement once beholding some of the doctors aquatic based androids attempting to stop their friends ascent; both of them brandishing their guns and firing out against the encroaching machines. Though their shots inflict no structural damage on the androids, the barrage of bullets proves enough to send the mechanical monsters reeling back from their friend, lending Tuesco a chance to rise up against Doctor December.

Once climbing close enough after the doctors brain jar, the air solidifying psychic constructs a sledgehammer in the palm of his hands to swing against the glass casing, putting every ounce of remaining strength he could muster into his strike. As harshly as Tuesco had hammered his weapon into the surface of the glass however, the impact shows him being only enough to cause the contents within to briefly tremble in the preserving fluid; not even a single smudge appearing from where he had swung. Tuesco is left only to plummet back down towards the platforms upon seeing his efforts bare no fruit, falling after his partners that had aided him so.

Frida hurries after where Tues falls and holds her arm out to catch him; she envelopes both herself and the solid air psychic in her dimensional breaking power to slip into the surface of the floor, successfully cushioning themselves from the fall. Breaching out from the surface of the platform, the air solidifying psychic glares up to the lack of results all his efforts have yielded and laments how: “I put everything I had in that swing, and I couldn’t even make a scratch.”

“Surely, the rest of you must understand by now.” they hear the doctor boast, his army of sea creature androids slowly descending upon them. “Your struggles to pry the stone from me were all for naught the moment you stepped into the realm of my laboratory. Standing at the heart of this domain, all of you cower underneath the light of my unrecognized genius. You have no hope of outwitting a being of utter intellect. But fear not. Unless the rest of you, I harbor no barbarism for your crimes. You’ve proven most admirable fighting your way to this point, so I plan to bestow upon you all fitting roles among the halls of my technological paradise; testing the threshold of my numerous upcoming devices. I expect each of you to last, down to the very bone.”

The trio’s dreadful hopelessness is suddenly dashed when a streak of white speeds right past them, past the numerous machines, and towards the doctors cranium casing like a bolt of white lighting. Piercing right through the thought to be impenetrable layer of glass, a thin lance of bone breaches the safety of the doctor’s protection; the tip of the unexpected spear making it just a few inches away from his very brain. “What!?” December exclaims. Peering back from where the spike of white had been launched, the three’s hopes uplift upon discovering Satette standing upon the edge of the platform, alive and well. “Sat, you’re alive!” cheers Thurs. “Oh thank fucking god.” Frida relieves. “But…Your arm. What happened to-” Tues wonders. “I threw it.” she answers. “Wait, you mean…No way.” the chaos inducing psychic awes, peering back to the thin white lance that she had just hurdled into their foe’s barrier. “A simple over site. I shall not let it extend further past this. Your efforts have still all been for-”

Cutting off his own self aggrandizing rantings, the doctor’s confidence wavers as he beholds a thick magenta hue swiftly engulfs the length of the spear; the white spike suddenly beginning to rapidly vibrate as it evokes a rapidly climbing pitch of tone. “Is that…” Thurs utters, all of them peering back around to the lively psychic. Along Satette’s back hangs the sound controlling kid; Sunny getting right off the lively psychic to further concentrate his powers. “I thought I told you to stay put. It’s way too dangerous. What are you think your doing?” scolds Frida. “Oh sure, now you listen to me.” comments Tuesco. “I’m helping!” the child claims, straining himself to concentrate. “How can you even-”

They cease their brief argument the moment the sound of crackling glass echoes throughout the chamber, all of them returning their attention over head to discover the bulletproof brain case they struggled to even scratch beginning to crack; the fractures growing worse from the trembling lance of pale white. “No. No no no no no NO!” December screeches. The brain is swift to command his nearest pawns to rush towards his side, racing against the destruction of his own cranium casing. Yet even their advance hovering capabilities are not fast enough to stop Decembers dome from breaking against the overwhelming sound vibrating from the intruding spear.

From the shattering of the doctors dome, a shower of glass and preserving fluids rain upon the motley crew; the air solidifying psychic constructing a barrier overhead for the others to stand underneath to avoid the sharp glass. Among the downpour of liquid and shards, the psychic mcguffin they’ve sought within this cryptic chrome labyrinth lands beside them, clanking about as it rolls at their feet; Frida swiping the babble right off the soaking floor with a gleeful grin. “There it is, right back where it belongs.” she cheers, stashing the stone right in her jacket pocket.

A brief chill runs across their spines upon hearing the doctor’s voice echo all through out the chamber, with the sound quality fluctuating as he lightly chuckles. “Hee hee hee hee hee…Fools.” Once more returning their attention upwards, they discover the wires implanted across Decembers brain suspending him in the air and keeping his mind from tumbling down with the remains of his glass dome. “So long as you all remain in my dominion, your success shall be short lived. Even if you have briefly pilfered the stone from me, I shall simply take it back.” December decrees, his armada of aquatic androids lunging down after the crew.

But not a single mechanical menace would reach them as they all suddenly cease in the middle of the air; the beige power coursing through their bodies disintegrating before falling down into the chasm. “Wh-wh-what?” the hanging brain blubbers. Its after all the noise and chaos starts to wind down into quiet ambiance that a small alarm could finally be heard, one that escalates the doctors curious worry into outright panic. “System malfunction…At the matter energy processing? What have you cretins done!?” “I think you’ll find we put a little bit of a jam in your whole operations.” Tuesco quips. Back within the lengthy hallway filled with trash and robotic spiders, not one of the arachnids can push down or break apart the chunks of trash clogging up the beige shafts; the glow shimmering within the spiders slowly beginning to dwindle away.

From bad to worse, another alarm could be heard blaring in tandem with the first; almost giving a sense of rhythm to the escalating situation. “Oh, what now?” he laments. “Well, doc. Seems your plans are all going up in flames.” jests Frida. “Core processor temperature rising! You didn’t!” The countless pipes that envelope the glowing cube of countless central processors Frida had encountered have all been puncture and torn apart, the cold water within leaking down onto the floor as the piece of crucial components start to literally melt. “Have you any idea what you done!? Without the cooling pipes controlling the processors excessive heat, it will reach critical levels. Once the processor is destroyed, it will only take minutes for it to cause an explosive chain reaction that will lay my laboratory in ruin!” “Frida, you set the place to blow!?” exclaims Thurs. “Well, yeah. Didn’t want this big bastard coming after us. Seems like a no brainer to send whole thing to kingdom come.” the dimensional psychic elaborates. “With all of us in it!?” shouts Tuesco. “Okay, to be fair. I thought we would’ve had more time to bail.”

“My time may expire, but yours soon will too.” the doctor statement echoes. “If you are so determined to rend my precious sanctuary into smoldering slag, then you shall behold the fruits of your labor, firsthand. So long as power surges through my cortex, none of you shall slip from my laboratory!” From the darkest depths of the surrounding chasm do the doctors machines rise again; their prongs, tips, edges, and laser points aimed squarely against the crew. “I’d say we’ve had enough of this technology tour, you guys think so?” the dimensional psychic claims. “Yeah.” “Sure have.” “My wonder has sated, thank you.” “Glad to hear. Lets crash through this chrome crap hole til we break outta here.” Tuesco goes. “I know a way out.” claims Sunny. “Lead the way, kid.” Frida insists, the whole band of psychic taking each others hands before making a bounding leap together into the surface of the chamber wall. From the curved chrome side, the dimensional psychic guides the gang across the wall and slides right through the sliding door leading out; leaving dear doctor December to literally hang dry.

All my life, my intellect has been subsided by events outside my control; doomed to be squandered by the apathetic masses. Yet even in my lowest recesses, I had sought for a better tomorrow. Slipping right out from the cracks of the chrome sliding doors, the crew make a frantic break away through the corridors as the emergency alarm, now more clear than ever, blares through the hallway. In my dreams, I saw a world unbound by the limits of the flesh; avenues to new sensations and experiences open to the mind. The gateway to that brighter future, unlocked by the greatest of minds. Coming out from the hall walls, what mechanical manta Ray remain attempt to stand in their way; their efforts steamrolled as Sunny simply silences everyone to simply race right on my without a second thought. Was it but a fools dream, one never to come to prosper? Or simply a perceived terror, scorned by the very people I wished to stand with. We may never know? The entire facility begins to tremble around them, panels of chrome and glass falling apart as they hope over the bumps of circuitry now exposed; the sound controlling kid leading them over to a ventilation shaft for Frida to slip them all through. The course of history can only be steered by a willing, unwavering hand; one cemented in their determined convictions. I may not be one of those metaphorical hands anymore, but there are several others eager to grasp the wheel. Who that hand may belong to, only time shall conclude. After slipping out from out a pipe attached to the ceiling of the New York sewers, the gang hurry through the tunnels towards the closest manhole they could find; climbing up the ladder leading to the surface for dear life.

The big apples ocean side waves crash against the dock’s concrete edges, echoing past the city sea line and across the streets beyond; a welcomed natural ambiance in the thick of this urban jungle. Sparingly spread around the stretch of the cities docking streets sit but a few manholes for maintenance staff to climb down from; the sewage system being so close to the ocean leading to plenty of runoffs lining the edge, giving few plumbers enough of a chance to work. Emerging out from underneath one of these sparse manholes, Frida pulls herself and the crew right out from the depths of the underground sewers; one of them basking in the fresh air and sunlight as they give themselves a moment to breath. “Man, the smoggy New York air never smelled so fresh for me.” Tuesco compliments after taking in a giant whiff. “Feels nice seeing the sun again, even if my eyes are burning from the adjusting from the darkness.” says Thursotte, streaks of tears running down his cheeks. “After being down there for so long, feels good blowing that place off.” adds Frida. “Hey, speaking of blowing. Don’t you think the lab should've explode by-” Sunny attempts to question.

The rhythmic back and forth of the ocean waves are suddenly disrupted when an eruption blows out from underneath the brine; an explosion so intense, that its power quakes past the waves and causes the city ocean line to briefly tremble. Once the waves start to calm, chunks and shards of chrome, glass, and plastic begin to surface from the sea to drift across the shoreline; undoubtedly what remains of the doctors hidden laboratory lay waste. “Gee, I hope the environmental organization isn’t too mad about all the work we just made for them.” worries Thursotte. “That might be a fuck up on them, but the same can’t be said for us. Broke in, got the stone, and destroyed the mobs technological network all in a day. I’d call that a rousing all around success.” claims Frida as she admires the psychic stone they had plundered, the cracked glass case glistening in the sun. “Not exactly.” reminds Tues, bringing their attention over to edge of the shoreline.

Their celebration dims upon seeing the lively psychic staring out into the ocean’s horizon, clutching the patched up part of her upper torso her arm used to be; the crashing ocean waves letting her simmer in the frothing ennui. The very site of one of her own friends having been so radically affected from their heist, upon her leadership no less, fills Frida with a rising guilt; the dimensional psychic prompt to approach the disarmed young woman to say: “Sat, I’m so-” “Frida. It’s okay…I’ve lost worse.” Such a statement takes the gun woman aback, surprised over the lack of emotional output from such a radically physical change. And even more jarring is that Satette simply walks past the dimensional psychic to head out to the rest of the city, suggesting that: “Lets just go home. I wanna clean this up and properly patch it up before it gets infected.” Though a foreboding worry over the welfare of their injured friend starts to wash over them, Tuesco, Frida, Thursotte, and Sunny follow Satette into the city streets ahead; their mission to retrieve the coveted stone of psychic power having been a success.

The season finale for season 2 of Street Smarts. Thank you so much for reading thus far.

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Yes.. more ideas pls. Love girls kissing

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im gonna be so fr, ive never written lesbian content in detail before even though i have some ocs that are full fledged girl kissers lol BUT IMMA TRY MY BEST RN

mikasa was the one who took the initiative since she has the fading regrets of not confessing to eren before he was into you. cause in boundless/bounded, i feel like the scene where eren asking mikasa what has he to her wasn’t really in a romantic sense sorta but rather the confirmation if she was going to be able to change her answer or not to see if the path is really unavoidable yk (aka just the normal scene but without romantic intentions lol)

reader was shocked bc she didn’t think that mikasa liked her before (she also thought that eren was like mikasa’s one true love before yk 😭) and also that liking girls was an actual option, even though ymir was literally blatantly flirting with historia haha but she reciprocated, mostly to see if it’ll work out and the companionship would be nice as well.

their first kiss was really cute cause it was actually reader that kissed mikasa first. what happened was that it was early in the morning, she had to get up first to make breakfast (since it was her turn) and to take care for the child, so in her drowsiness as she got up, she mumbled a groggy good morning to mikasa before giving a peck on her lips and moving onto her duties. you have no idea how quickly mikasa got up from her sleep and ran to her to return the kiss more deeply. this causes reader to wake up even more cause what is going ON and then she starts realizing what she did earlier and what mikasa’s doing rn, so she kisses her back yippee ‼️

ngl i feel like after the reader and eren experience, she’d be more hesitant when it comes down to the more sexual things in the relationship and since she won’t tell mikasa what happened, she doesn’t push her boundaries about it, she’s simply fine with kissing and cuddling her.

mikasa’s a very coddling mother to eren and reader’s child, she teaches them some highly illegal defense and attack moves that she learned during her time as a soldier just in cause they face any bullies in the neighborhood or school 😭 but they share some sweet moments, one was where reader catches the kid sleeping in mikasa’s arms when she was reading a story book for them to go to sleep. even though mikasa doesn’t really completely see herself as the kid’s second mother, she believes and feels like she’s more of an aunt since they’re from eren and reader, she does let them call her mama (reader is mommy) cause she knows it’ll be confusing to them if she’s called auntie and kissing their mom 💀 LMAO

the both of them do teach the kid eventually about the full details of their bio dad and don’t hide the fact that he caused a whole ass mass homicide to humanity, and yeah that’s gonna be hella shocking to hear about that your dad is a mass murderer so they don’t really claim that part of his genes (despite them really looking like eren), which makes them a little sad cause they still partially believe that eren was a good person but they understand the reasoning behind it so they don’t force the idea that he was once someone admirable.

yandere mikasa is hella protective over this little family of theirs and would do anything for the both of them, so when an out-of-the-blue intrusion occurs, it ends just as quickly as it happens. she’s the only one awake when it happened and she’d do anything to protect the long deserved peace they have, what’s three more bodies and a lost rug? when reader wakes up, no blood or bodies are seen, she has no idea that a break-in even occurred. all she noticed was the nice rug they just bought last month was missing and mikasa just simply says that it got too filthy so she’s cleaning it. ignorance is bliss and she’ll keep it that way for her no matter what.

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glilboy · 3 years

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Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

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may i gently request perhabs a continuation to the one with the hero waking up in the hospital with the villain after they fought in a burning building? by no need do u have to ive just been thinking abt it a great deal and very much loved it

Thank you so much for the ask blue fren! I loved that series so so much, and I’m glad to continue it. I hope you like this! I got another request for this one, too.

Thank you too, anon! 🥺🥺🥺

Continued from here. All fluff, this time!

CW//Hospital setting, pill mention, therapy mention

“So, how has your day been?”

The question caught Villain off guard. Of course, it had been spoken in the same tone, the same cadence as the rest of Hero’s ramblings. But, they’d gotten so used to the melodic droning of their words, they’d almost forgotten that this was supposed to be a two-sided conversation.

For a long moment, Villain simply sat. Blinking, as though startled by the sudden flash of a bright light. The visitation room fell into silence, all aside from the ticking of a brightly-painted coo-coo clock upon one wall. It would not be long before it struck its next hour mark.

“My day?” They stammered out.

“Yeah, your day!” Hero replied warmly. Villain couldn’t remember the last time they’d seen the do-gooder without a bright smile on their face. It never did seem to drop. “Come on, I’ve been babbling on about mine for ages. How have you been?”

They should have known how to answer that. Of course they should’ve. After all, it was the same question that Hero had been asking, as though by rote, every day since Villain had been brought into custody. Into recovery.

Yet, still, every time, it startled them. Hero, their foe, their nemesis, their greatest enemy. Hero was asking them how their day was. Beforehand, they would’ve scoffed. Given some witty one-liner, something about how it was good until Hero had shown their ugly mug. But, now, they felt no ounce of hostility.

“It was good.” They eventually spoke.

It hadn’t been a lie, of course. The carpeted hallways, wood-paneled walls, and kindly doctors of the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center had treated them well, just as they always did.

Too had the visiting room, with its soft-colored table and comfy chairs, not to mention the wide windows that allowed the slightest warm breeze to catch the room aflutter.

“Good.” Hero repeated with a confirming nod. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm.”

“Food good?”

“Yeah.”

“What was for lunch today?”

“Spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Mmm, one of my favorites. The chefs here are great.”

“Yeah.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, Villain watched Hero frown. It wasn’t an expression of disappointment, nor or frustration. Just a sad, little frown.

“Do you know how long you’ve been here at the Recovery Center for, now?”

Villain tried to think on that. The days tended to get all mixed up in their head. They didn’t have time to come up with their own answer, as Hero supplied it for them:

“It’s been two weeks, now, since you were brought in. That’s a long time.”

“Two weeks?” Had it really been that long?

“Yeah. Two weeks.” Hero’s tone was quieter, now. Softer. More parental than friendly. “Just over two weeks ago, I was chasing you through a burning building. We both almost got killed in there. Now, look at you!

You look so much better. You’re clean, you’ve got fresh clothes on, and you aren’t so much of a skeleton anymore. You look great, but you still seem so sad all the time. Is something wrong?”

Villain... Villain didn’t know.

They didn’t think they were sad all the time. Far from it, in fact. The first of their two weeks at the RC, the Recovery Center, had been spent in medical isolation, spending their days reading books, taking pills, and sleeping away the ache in their lungs. It was at the end of that first week that they’d been given a physical, and been cleared to enter the general population at the center.

Even then, though, like always, Villain had been given a choice. The doctors at the facility never forced them into anything they didn’t want. They were given the option of staying isolated, or, they could join the rest of the recovering villains.

They had decided upon the latter, albeit hesitantly. To be quite honest, they had expected a prison. Expected to be picked on, beaten, thrown around. But, the RC was nothing like that. If anything, it felt more like a hotel. They had their own room, there was a cafeteria serving three meals a day, along with snacks. Some of their old villainous buddies had been shy, at first, but they’d opened up quickly, and cracked some old inside jokes.

Yes, Villain was happy. They were eating well, recovering. Their therapist said that they were doing fantastically, that their mental health was on the up-and-up. Their days were spent comfortably, eating, chatting with friends, and catching up on some nighttime reading before settling into bed.

They were happy.

Yet, they couldn’t help but stare at Hero blankly, as though they were staring right through the do-gooder’s skull.

“No.” They shook their head, at long last. “Everything’s fine. I love it here.”

Hero’s frown deepened as their eyebrows furrowed.

“Is it me, then? I won’t take offense if it is. I understand completely.”

Villain didn’t know the answer to that one, either. Did they dislike Hero? Certainly not. They had made a point of visiting, every single day. And, every day, they would tell their stories, make jokes, ask Villain about how their day had been, how they were finding the place.

So, why was it that they could only stare on like this?

No. They knew the answer to that one. It was the guilt.

Hero had risked their life. Chased them all the way into a burning building, suffered just as much smoke inhalation as their foe. All because Villain had been distrustful. All because they’d been stupid and stubborn. They’d nearly gotten two people killed, all because of that.

And, still, Hero came to visit.

“I never said sorry.” Villain spoke softly. They knew that, if they spoke any louder, their voice would break out into shattered sobs.

“Sorry?” Hero sounded perplexed, before letting out a nervous little laugh. “Sorry for what?”

“For-” Didn’t they know? “For leading you into a burning building? For almost getting you killed?”

Hero quirked a brow. “Oh. I almost forgot about that.”

“You... You forgot?”

“Not forgot, no. I remember it. I just haven’t thought about it in a while.”

“But, but- But you almost died! I was running, and you chased me into the fire! You could’ve been killed!”

Hero shrugged.

“It happens.”

“It... It happens?”

The hero stopped for a moment, before speaking, slowly:

“Have you been nervous around me this whole time because you thought I was... Upset with you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well...” They still seemed utterly perplexed. “I’m not. At all.”

“You’re not? But-”

“I would chase you into that burning building a thousand times over if it meant saving your life.” Hero countered. “I could’ve been killed. But, if I hadn’t intervened, you would’ve been killed. It was worth the risk. And, look! It turned out. We’re both here. And we’re both fine.”

Villain’s eyes widened as the fact dawned on them.

“So, you aren’t mad at me?”

“Not even a little.” Hero sat up in their chair-- they did tend to slouch. “But, I think visiting hours are just about over. What do you have, after this?”

“Group therapy.”

“Sounds fun.” It was spoken with a genuine, lighthearted chuckle. “Here. Share these around.”

Hero shoved a hand in their pocket, taking out a handful of brightly-colored, cherry hard candies. They were pushed across the table.

Villain frowned once more, taking the candies in their palm. Every day, Hero visited, and every day, they brought sweets. Cookies and candies and brownies and fudge. And, every day, they threw them away. They didn’t deserve sweets, not after what they’d done.

“Don’t throw these away this time.” Hero spoke jokingly.

Villain’s gaze shot up.

“You- You know about that?”

“I caught on after the doctors started complaining about perfectly good cookies in the trash. I get it, though. I do.” Hero stood, stretching their arms above their head, causing their shoulders to crack and pop. “But you don’t have to do that, anymore.

You aren’t guilty of anything, Villain. The only judge convicting you is yourself.”

As Hero left the room, Villain looked down at the cherry candies in their hand. Usually, now would be the part where they tossed them, but...

Instead, they popped one in their mouth.

It tasted like forgiveness.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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i’m a simple gal...... i like seeing natasha being overprotective and a little homicidal SO could i please request some cute mentor!almost itherlynat x reader? maybe reader gets badly hurt during training or someone on the team hurts her feelings? mamabear stabs? 🥺

More Than A Mentor | n.r fluff fic

Summary: After an accident, Y/N realizes her and Natasha’s relationship goes beyond mentor and mentee.

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I’ve missed writing Marvel/Natasha.

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Natasha was not an easy mentor, and Y/N learned that quickly. She was understanding and patient, yes, but she also knew when to push Y/N and went to be a little stricter.

The thing was, Y/N was never completely sure what side she’d get of her mentor at what time - though she found herself not having to worry about it after . . . The Accident.

That disastrous day would go down in the team’s history, yet no one liked to talk about it. It was a day Y/N would never forget: it changed . . . everything.

It was one of the rare days that Y/N wasn’t training with Natasha. She had a meeting with Fury so Steve filled in for her. Y/N was not accustomed to training with a super soldier, and had to quickly adjust (it didn’t make it any easier that he had his shield, too).

She was doing well - at least, she wanted to think that she was - and so far had deflected almost every punch from Steve, managing to get one or two punches against him herself.

Nonetheless, the air was knocked out of her when Steve slammed her against the mat. She grunted, angry only fueling the pain when she saw that stupid smirk on his face, and used that to her advantage; he wouldn’t expect her to recover so quickly (and in truth, neither did she) but she did it anyway, throwing all her weight against the Captain. She secured he legs around his waist like Natasha taught her and, using the strength in her legs and pushing his broad shoulders, just about managed to get herself out from being pinned on the mat. Now, though, they were both sorta sitting on the mat, so Y/N kneed him in the chest, pushing him down.

“You’re good,” he whispered, just slightly out of breath, before he - seemingly without using any strength at all - threw her to the side where she rolled.

Y/N cursed under her breath, getting her feet. It was impossible to win against a super-soldier! Think, Y/N, think, what did Natasha teach you? Cmon!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve grabbing his shield, and got in a stance to either catch it or evade it - she hadn't decided yet - when yells distracted her. In her hyped up, adrenaline-pumped state, the first thing that came to Y/N’s mind was that someone was hurt. She was about to call of the training when a large, solid force smacked into her stomach, sending her flying into the air where she hit the wall, losing consciousness.

Steve's eyes widened, not thinking it’d actually hit her, and jumped into action. “Who the hell screamed?” The blonde yelled as he ran to his fallen teammate. He carefully turned her on her back and looked her over for injuries, seeing bruises and bleeding starting to form on her stomach and ankle and her head bleeding.

Bucky and Sam practically crashed inside the room, trying to beat each other.

“He threatened me!” Sam exclaimed.

“He tried to steal my metal arm!” Bucky defended.

Both men came to a screeching halt when they digested the scene, though. Steve rolled his eyes at his idiotic friends and tried to put pressure on Y/N’s head wound. “Sam, get Bruce, please. Tell him to prepare med - and Bucky, get Natasha. She’ll want to be here,” he ordered, and the men nodded, guilty.

Steve carefully picked Y/N up in his arms and hoisted her into the air, carrying her to med where Bruce and Helen were, Sam explaining the situation to them. Instantly, Helen jumped into action. She instructed Steve to lay Y/N down on one of the med’s beds and then ushered the men out of the room, where she then began grabbing various medical things and assessing Y/N’s injuries, instructing Bruce to hook her up to an IV.

Steve and Sam stood outside, not saying a word to each other, both pacing back and forth. They did not have to be silent for long, though, because pounding footsteps soon approached and the men looked up to see a very furious Natasha with Bucky trailing behind her.

The redhead’s eyes fell onto the closed med doors and huffed, turning back to Steve. “I leave her with you for training one day and she gets hurt?!” She demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

Steve swallowed. “Nat, I-” He began to say, but was cut off.

“What happened?” Natasha asked.

Steve glanced up at her, first irritated when she asked him a question and then interrupted him whilst he was answering, but backed off when he saw the urgency, the nervousness in her eyes; she was scared. Scared that Y/N was really hurt and guilty.

“We were training. I threw my shield at her, expecting her to catch it or duck . . . But Sam and Buck distracted her and it hit her,” he said, not wanting to throw his friends under the bus but also knowing he had to be truthful.

Natasha stood in place, processing the information. She took a breath, and had almost completely calmed down when Bucky decided to open his mouth.

“Y’know, if anything we tested her. What if someone yelled during a mission? Is she gonna get distracted then?” He mumbled, not really meaning it but wanting to spare him and Sam Natasha’s wrath.

Karma’s a bitch, though, because it did the exact opposite.

If you blinked you’d miss it: Natasha swiftly turned and pushed Bucky against the wall, pinning him there with his hands above his hand.

“Don’t you dare start blaming this on Y/N, you hear me?” She said in a low tone, glaring.

Bucky quickly nodded and Natasha released him. When she did, the door opened and Helen appeared.

“She’ll be okay—” Helen began, and Natasha let out a breath of relief, “—but she does need to be off training for at least a month. She has a concussion, broken ankle, and . . . the shield sort of stabbed her in her stomach.”

It took a couple moments for all four to digest this. Steve paled and Natasha’s crossed arms for tighter as she bit her lip. “Can I see her?” She asked.

“She’s still unconscious, but yes,” Helen answered, nodding.

Natasha almost failed to contain the gasp lurching to leave her throat when she saw Y/N, all bandaged up. The spy gulped and sat down beside her, not knowing what else to do other than sit there, and had no clue what she’d say when Y/N woke up because she sure as hell wasn’t leaving her. Thankfully, Natasha had some time to think it out.

Almost a day later and Natasha hadn’t left — Clint had convinced her to go sleep and eat for a couple hours, but that was it — and now, Y/N woke up.

“Ms. Romanoff?” Y/N murmured in a haze of confusion, squinting her eyes to see her mentor curled up in a chair, reading a big book.

Natasha snapped her head up and immediately sat forward, a smile covering her face. “Y/N! You’re awake? How are you feeling? And how many times have I told you to call me ‘Natasha’?”

Y/N blushed but nodded. “I’m fine, probably the painkillers’ doing though . . . How long was I out?” She said.

“Around a day,” Natasha answered.

“Did you . . . Did you stay here?” Y/N asked again, a little smaller this time, playing with her blanket.

“Most of it, yeah,” Natasha murmured, relaxing into the chair.

“Really? You’re-you’re not mad?” Y/N said, eyes wide and jaw dropped in surprised.

Natasha scrunched her face up. “What? No — of course I’m not mad! You’re like my daughter! How could I be—?”

Natasha was cut off by Y/N’s loud, yet thankful gasp. The teenager sat up and wrapped her arms around Natasha and, after a moment, Natasha smiled and wrapped her arms around her too.

Y/N truly was like her daughter, and mothers were always protective over their children.

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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The brothers + undateables react to the MC bringing her small child to RAD because no one in the human world is available to babysit, and they can’t leave a three-year-old alone. Bonus points if at some point, the kid runs up to them with something in their mouth, and when questioned, the kid spits out a rock or something.

IVE ALWAYS IMAGINED THIS IN MY HEAD BUT NOBODY EVER SUGGESTED IT SO OMG THIS MAY BE A BIT LONG-

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to MC Bringing Their Kid to RAD

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Lucifer

He had no idea you had a child honestly but considers it none of his concern

Well, not until you asked him to help out in babysitting that is, suddenly all his stress comes back

At first, the child was hyper, running around, stealing things, climbing on his lap and distracting him from work, he can’t count the amount of times he’s had to save this child from throwing themselves out the nearest window or getting flattened by all his records and books

One time, he caught the child running around with something in their mouth only to spit out a whole rock. Easy to say he was traumatised

But he couldn’t get over how much this small child looked and acted like you and he would never tell anyone, but he completely fell in love with your kid

He’s honestly the best babysitter, checking up on them constantly and keeping them company. The headaches he got from them though were a minor set back for him

Offers to be a regular babysitter as he enjoyed time with them so much and he loves all the little quirks that they share with you

Mammon

Since when did you have a kid?! With who?!

Couldn’t believe it at first but he couldn’t deny this small human looked quite a lot like you and he honestly started to quickly fall in love

Wasn’t so keen on the idea of babysitting but he soon came around as your kid became his new sneaky thief. Lucifer would never dream about harming your child, would he?

Turns out the kid was a huge nightmare, just like his human, and he had to stop the kid from killing themself several times a day. He even had to claw a whole damn rock out of this kids mouth

He was actually pretty cool with the kid when they weren’t causing trouble, though, playing games and talking to them, making them laugh and yeah, he cried when they gave him a little hug

He got flustered at the fact this was your child he was currently looking after and he may or may not have imagined you two having your own children and looking after this one together

He may babysit the kid again… for 500 Grimm, of course, he’s not a charity

Leviathan

He’s not good with children! Don’t leave him with your child!

At first he was shocked you even had a kid. Since when?! But then you dropped this tiny human in his arms and went about your day

Not too sure what babies like at first and he tried multiple things just to entertain them for long enough that he could play his game in peace

To no avail though, the kid was a nightmare, shoving shit in their mouth and causing him to go into panic mode, knocking over his figurines and distracting him from his game

They honestly settled down eventually though as your kid crawled into his lap and snatched the phone from his hands, beginning to laugh at the game on the screen

He’s the cool babysitter. He taught them how to beat the levels in his game, talked to them about his favourite anime’s and even let them play with Henry for a while, this kid quickly had his entire heart

He doesn’t know what came over him but he weirdly wouldn’t mind looking after your kid again if you needed him to… maybe it’s just because they reminded him so much of you though

Satan

Like Lucifer, he didn’t want to be involved with your kid in all honesty

But surprise, he now has your kid wrapped up in his arms for the whole day

He tried his best to keep them company at first even if they were a nightmare. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times this kid ran off and hid and shoved stuff in their mouths only to spit out a pebble or two…

He did enjoyed reading to them though, watching them smile and clap their hands when they heard a part they found particularly amusing and then attempt to read it back in their jumbled baby language

He actually started to really like your child and the two of them went cat searching later on in the day, petting all the cats they saw and sneakily feeding them leftovers from the kitchen

He definitely liked the child more when they were worn out and more calm and they just hopped up to sat on his lap and started poorly reading the book out loud to him in gibberish, but either way, he liked watching the child learn and enjoy reading

He offers to look after the kid more often, he didn’t mind. It was your child after all

Asmodeus

Oh well aren’t you cutest little thing~?

Yeah easy to say he was immediately drawn to this tiny, adorable 3 year old of yours and happily took them in with open arms

The two of them spent the day painting eachothers nails and Asmo brushing your child’s hair, putting in little clips and bows and telling them how pretty they look

For some reason, the child was pretty behaved in Asmo’s care, not including the time they came way too close to eating nail polish and he almost had a heart attack

Gave eachother lots of hugs and he couldn’t stop complimenting them and loving every single time the kid laughed or smiled, it reminded him of you in a way, you two really were similar

He enjoyed being around the kid when they were calm and sleepy as it gave him a good opportunity to just relax without the stress of thinking the kid will eat something they’re not supposed to

He definitely will take care of them more often if you ever need a babysitter, he’d be happy to!

Beelzebub

… is it edible?

After going through the rules of ‘no eating the 3 year old’ with him, he’s actually a pretty good babysitter and took good care of them while you were busy

He always knows when they’re hungry and will feed them whatever they ask, maybe sometimes a little bit too much food though but hey, at least they look happy

He caught them with something in their mouth the one time and he immediately thought they snagged his food, but all of a sudden, they spat out a whole rock and honestly, he gets it. Sometimes he gets hungry enough to eat rocks too…

The two get along well honestly, sharing meals and watching TV and Beel even invites Belphie to help look after your kid so it was just the two of them playing with this tiny human child for hours in the attic

Beel loves the child’s smile, it reminds him of you, and their laugh and the way they give him little leg hugs. Truthfully, he loved your kid so much

Kinda sad when they have to leave; offering to babysit whenever you want him to because he just loves them so much

Belphegor

You really expect him to be able to look after a child? He’ll pass…

But before he knew it, a kid was sat on his bed and you were gone and already he was fed up

Weirdly though, looking at your kid brought him this odd inner peace kind of feeling where he just wants to hold them and never let go. Maybe it was because the kid was yours and it reminded him so much of you…?

He kind of just naps with them more than he should for the entire day. He knows 3 year olds like to sleep and that’s his specialty so he thought why not

When the two of them are awake, he spends it in the planetarium looking up at the stars and teaching the child all the names and alignments or eating way too much downstairs with Beel

There was a time where he had to forcefully snatch this stone out of the child’s mouth after running after them for hours, and then lecture them on how they can’t do that and then he had to take another nap due to being absolutely exhausted but besides from that, the child was pretty sleepy, all day

Yeah ok maybe he fell for your child and maybe he’ll babysit them again, but expect him to complain about it first

Diavolo

He’s actually really happy you came to him first to look after your child :)

Honestly, he’s such a sweetheart towards the small child, but he definitely gave in several times to those irresistible puppy eyes and ended up spoiling them

He was also sort of busy with work so the kid tended to just sit on his lap and play with his free hand and would sometimes run off without him noticing only to come back hand in hand with Barbatos who found them digging through the trash

He wasn’t any good at discipline so whenever they came back covered in trash he kinda just laughed it off and sat them back down, he’s too sweet to yell at such a small and helpless human

He can’t remember the last time he had such fun though. The child was sweet to him and he very much enjoyed watching the antics of a normal 3 year old human with hyper tendencies

They took walks around the garden together, helping them pick little flowers and putting them in their hair, watching them laugh and smile afterwards

The child reminded him of you and that just made them even more lovable to him and it was easy to say he’d without a doubt babysit your kid any time

Barbatos

Never expected you to want him to take care of your child but he’ll do his best

He was sort of busy the entire day and couldn’t take care of the child as much as he planned to but he made sure the child was happy either way

The two of them cleaned up together, Barbatos handing the kid a little feather duster and showing them how to properly clean, watching them enjoying themselves and laughing in the corner of his eye

He did have to scold them a few times for misbehaving and eating things they shouldn’t though, especially random pebbles from outside

When he wasn’t cleaning or tending to paperwork, he took the child on little walks around the garden, enjoying the way the small kid laughed and smiled at all the flowers and butterflies, their arm swinging from side to side cheerfully, causing him to smile too

Easy to say he fell in love hard pretty quickly, noticing the way they took after you and how polite and sweet they were towards him

He wouldn’t mind looking after them again, just perhaps when he’s less busy…

Simeon

He already has Luke but he supposes one more couldn’t hurt

He’s a great babysitter really, no complaints and rarely any misbehaving on the child’s end except for a few times throughout the day where he had to desperately stop them from swallowing rocks

But other than that, the child was pretty calm, following him around and laughing at his awfully made jokes; their hand normally attached to his trouser leg so they didn’t get lost

He loved how the child reminded him of you, their mannerisms and the way they acted were so similar and he couldn’t help but laugh and fall deeper in love with this tiny, peculiar human

He spent a lot of the day having a small tea party with them, sharing biscuits and hot chocolate for the child and tea for him, watching them pour him tea then laugh as he takes a sip

When he needed to do something quickly, he left the child with Luke and then came back to legitimately the most heartwarming game of monopoly between two small children he’s ever seen

He would without a doubt babysit again if you ever need him to, it’s no trouble honestly

Solomon

You’d really trust your kid with him? Really?

He’s honestly really happy you’d entrust them with him though and he’ll make sure to not get them killed

He’s actually really good at babysitting though: making sure they’re always laughing until they’re falling over, showing them cool spells to entertain them, playing games and seeing how badly he can scare the shit out of them without making them cry

Solomon’s that one cool babysitter you always have that’s cool in a bad way, like he’ll make you dinner but he’ll also burn the entire house down, but hey, at least he’s funny

He’ll randomly sneak up behind the kid and yell ‘boo’ just for the fun of it and if they cry, it’s Simeon’s problem now

He absolutely adores it when the kid follows him around and laughs at every little thing he does, it’s like he has his own personal fan

Kinda disappointed when the kid has to leave but make sure to call him to babysit again

Luke

Finally, someone that’s shorter than him!

He kinda just hangs around the kid all day, keeping them company with games and jokes and cheering them up if they start to miss you

He even attempts to teach them how to play monopoly with him but eventually finds out that 3 year olds cannot play monopoly…

Though he isn’t the one actually babysitting, he sure is a good playmate towards the child and they seem to enjoy his company at least

The days full of laughter and just two children having fun, which is a sight to see for everyone at Purgatory Hall

They’ll take walks around together, Luke immediately regretting his decisions and panicking when they put a rock in their mouth and he has to negotiate with them to spit it out

Yeah alright maybe he’s a little sad that they’re leaving so soon, so make sure they come visit again!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me dateables #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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jeonfiles · 3 years

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better left unsaid - jjk

genre: angst, rebounds

pairings: jungkook x reader (ft. namjoon)

warnings: arguing, alcohol, profanity, break ups, light smut, use of drugs, jungkook is a fucking dick, jungkook has major attachment issues, toxic relationships, oc cries a lot, namjoon has a heart of gold, unrequited love

synopsis: you knew you shouldnt have given him that second chance, not the third or the fourth either. no matter how much you try he always slithers his way underneath your sheets, arms wrapped around you.

word count: 2.7k

music: into your arms, so it ends?, you will fade, thinkin bout you, julia, my insecurities not yours, fuck u, goodluck, my dear i will think of you

note: uhh ive never written a y/n fic so bare with me, if u listen to the music you’ll be able to feel the story a lot more so yeah if u have time u should, not proof read

Light coming through the cracks of the blinds, making you squint your eyes when the daylight beams into your eyes, head resting on the kitchen island Looking up, you saw the clock ticking on the wall, 11:32 am.

You had stayed up till 5 am, waiting for him to come home, but seemingly, he never did. Reaching for your phone, you saw 4 missed calls from the one and only,

Jeon Jungkook, saved in your phone as “Koo <3″, Rows of messages too, all from the same contact.

Koo <3 [05:34 am]

baby pkck me up pleseee

im so wsated

Koo <3 [06.46am]

dont be mad at me jsut pick me up

i dont knw hewere the fuck i am

i love you

Koo <3 [07:31 am]

i got a rde home i’ll be home by 12

i need to talk to someone frsit

im sorry if i woke ypu dont be worried

You took a few moments to collect your thoughts, but there wasn’t much to collect. This whole thing, was a routine by now.

Standing up to make yourself a cup of coffee, you could literally not feel your own backside, you were so sore from the barstool you had been sitting on all night, and it made you groan in pain.

Two coffee cups right beside the kitchen sink, which you couldn’t bring yourself to clean up, because it was from the last time you had coffee together, which was 2 weeks ago.

The inside of the cup had a coffee crust at the top, and both your lip tint marks on the outside.

When you finish your cup of coffee while watching a bad telenovela, you go sit in your favorite chair and pull out a few books from the backpack hanging on the chair next to you, getting ready to get some studying done.

For a few seconds you imagine Jungkook hanging over your shoulder laughing at the way you write your A-s and R-s, or the way you always sign your homework at the bottom of the page.

And when you open them, there’s no one there. The only sound is from the refrigerator, making refrigerator noises.

You had met Jungkook 3 years ago, when you were at college orientation, senior year of high school. He also wanted to attend Yonsei, just like you.

And when he whispered to you about how bored he was, you couldn’t help but giggle, and then you got yelled at.

It was worth it though, because everyone was jealous of you afterwards,the Jeon Jungkook had talked to you.

Jungkook was an all-rounder as they called it; great physique, intelligent, charismatic and great at sports.

And god, he had a beautiful face, and such a filthy mouth, and it didn’t go long before you gave in to his seductive ways and slept with him. The morning after, he wasn’t in bed with you, and your heart sank.

Luckily, he was in the kitchen making you breakfast.

It was all bliss from there, showering you with love, gifts and kisses for two years, and you even ended up moving in together.

And now? You barely remember what he sounds like, smells like and is like.

A distant memory, just as distant as him.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you heard 3 knocks on your door. The exact same way he had always knocked when he had forgotten (or lost) his keys.

And even though you should have let him suffer a little, you rushed to the door to open it, and in front of you, was your biggest nightmare.

It was your love, crying his eyes out, bleeding from one of many cuts on his face, looking nearly dead. He collapsed into your arms, and you could only utter a few words, along the lines of:

“How could you do this to us?”

As he was laying curled up in a ball on the couch, face plastered up, ice bag on his knee, wrapped up in a blanket, you realized. this was your que to cry.

So, you did. You cried in silence, sitting across the room from him. You weren’t mad at him for coming home late, or getting in another fight, probably the 5th just these past months, you had gotten used to that by now.

There was a whole other reason that made you cry.

He smelled like Victorias Secret Bombshell, you recognized the scent because it used to be your favorite, however, now you’ve moved onto something less sweet, and more elegant, like Caroline Herrera.

He smelled like someone who wasn’t you, his girlfriend.

He smelled like another girl.

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe because the Jungkook that had come home to you that morning wasn’t your Jungkook.

Your Jungkook was varsity jackets, star of the american football team (which your school was known for), selfless and humorous, and he would always take care of you.

Your Jungkook was not ungroomed hair, cigarettes and worsening grades. He was not cold and lifeless, and he would never make you cry.

Despite this, you were carding your fingers though his hair, thumb wiping away the blood on his lips while he was sound asleep as you slowly fell asleep next to him.

Maybe it was time to let him go.

Maybe.

You woke a few hours later from your phone vibrating.

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:01 pm]

Hey Y/N! Have you started working on the statistics assignment?

If you haven’t, would you be interested in meeting at the library tomorrow? You’re really smart and i’m kinda struggling ://

You [07:03 pm]

i finished it yesterday, but if you buy me coffee i’ll come help you hehe

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:04 pm]

You’re the best, I’ll bring you a machiatto!! :D

Maybe it would be nice for you to get out of the house, even though you hate the thought of it, and you would much rather just swim in your own sorrow.

But you did go out the next day, and you helped Namjoon get a decent grade, enough to pass with good margines, he thanked you by taking you out for ramen at a convenial store not too far away.

You thanked him for the ramen with a trip to the museum, and he thanked you for the museum trip with a picnic in the park at night, which led you to crying over Jungkook in his embrace, telling him every single little detail.

He made you realize it was time to let Jungkook go and make room for new people to enter your life.

You went home that night, and you found Jungkook passed out on the couch, and you could genuienly feel your chest tighten. Soft features which stood out under the moonlight glow, disheveled brown locks which hung down in his eyes.

He was gorgeous, until you saw the credit card on the table next to three bottles of soju and an empty beer can on the floor. And you knew what he had used the credit card for, though you didn’t want to say it out loud.

You cleaned everything up, and you threw the residue of the white powder right in the trash can, and you recycled his bottles and cans before finally, nudging him to wake up.

“Jungkook, wake up.” You spat coldly, or at least you attempted to.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes before opening his eyes, and s huge smile on his face. “Y/N, you’re home!” He reached to kiss you, but you backed away.

“Y/N?” Jungkook questioned, he didn’t quite understand what your intentions were.

“Don’t try anything Jungkook. This was your last chance, and you fucked it up, again.” The room turned ice cold. “I’m getting you help Jungkook, you need help. And then...”

He understood what kind of help you meant, and since he had now sobered up, he agreed, nodding. “And then...?”

“And then.” Your words were ludged in your throat. “And then I’m leaving you.”

His whole face dropped, smile turned into the frowniest frown you had ever seen, and it was all silent before his lower lip starts trembling, and his eyes start turning glassy.

“It’s alright. Sorry for burdening you.” Was all he could say before tears rushed down his cheeks, and he started shaking.

So you did what you always had done, and you wrapped your arms around him, head resting on your chest as he sobbed.

“Is there anyone else?” he cried out before another wave of sobs hit him.

This exact question made your stomach hurt, and your throat burn. You really had no idea.

Or you did, but you didn’t want to.

You loved Jungkook so much, but you couldn’t be with him in this state. So you did what every rational person would do in this situation.

“Yeah.”

You lied.

“Oh ok. I don’t have the right to be mad do I?”

You shake your head no.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I’m so messed up.”

“It’s ok.” was all he said before he fell asleep in your arms again.

That night you slither your way out of his embrace and you pack your suitcase in the dark, bringing all your essentials, trying to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Jungkook.

Packing enough for two weeks or so, you make the bed and leave your t-shirt “accidentally” in the bathroom, and you make sure all his clothes are folded, and then you sort his pencil case, throwing out old pens and worn out erasers.

You leave a grocery list on the counter, and you tuck him in good under the blankets after you took his jeans and socks off so he could sleep comfortably.

You placed his vitamins and medicine by the refrigerator so he’ll see it when he goes to grab something to eat.

Puffed up pillows, a pair of sweatpants, t-shirt and underwear is now placed neatly on his bed. Then you walk into the kitchen again, and you see Jungkook still sound asleep, sniffling a little still.

There’s one last thing, and it makes you cry. It makes you sob so loud you cover your mouth and muffle the sound you make. Sinking to the floor, your whole body is in contact with the cold tiles.

Only a year ago you could never imagine yourself even shedding a single tear over something as small as this, but here you were, on the edge of a panic attack.

Two worn out, matching couple mugs still placed by the counter. one if the first things you two had bought together, as well as the necklace hanging around your neck.

Finally, you stopped crying and started cleaning the mugs, lip trembling as you dried them and placed them in the back of the cabinet.

You unhooked your necklace and laid it down on the counter, and the biggest lump formed in your throat.

Actually, there’s a little detail you forget.

You kiss Jungkook on the forehead and leave a note on the coffee table.

“Dear Jungkook,

If you want to make this up to me (this does not mean a new chance!!) you call the number at the bottom of the page. No matter what happens, I’ll always have room for you in my heart. You even have your own little VIP lobby in there. And - if it’s urgent, call. I still care for you, and I always have. You were the best boyfriend I’ve had, but good things always come to and end, don’t they? Anyways, I’m tired so this letter fucking sucks, but deep down you know how much I love you. Remember to get groceries, shower, get fresh air and study. If I forgot something you can keep it, as long as you call the number and tell them you’re my friend. They’ll help you love. Try and get a part time job too, your student loan and your dad’s money won’t last forever. Good luck Koo. Hwaiting!!

-L/N Y/N <33″

You cringe when you think of the letter’s contents, before you roll out your suitcase out of the front door, whispering a faint “Goodnight Love.” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Standing by the elevator, you cry again. This time, louder, but you still reach for your phone and type out a text to the newly edited contact in your phone.

You [02:13 am]

coming outside now, im a crying mess and im super cold, is your car heated?

sorry for making you wait btw :((

Joonie <3 [02:13 am]

dont worry about the crying part, i’ll hold you. and yeah car is heated, so waiting here wasnt all that bad. you ready for this?

You [02:14 am]

i have no idea but i cant stay here any longer and i trust you sooo

lets start our new chapter. eh?

4 months later...

He had been good to you, great even.

You had been on expensive dates, picnics, had heart to heart conversations, and he’d been so understanding.

Today, it was your 2 month anniversary, and he had asked you on a magnificent date, which he had planned every second of.

At the end of the day, you told him how you don’t love him. He said it was alright. Namjoon loved you, so much, yet he understood you needed time.

You went to sleep that day, warm in Namjoon’s embrace, wondering how Jungkook was doing.

You felt bad, but you missed Jungkook.

You were both with someone new now, and you knew he was in good hands with someone stable enough to care for him.

Before your eyes closed shut, you shed a few quiet tears and hoped that you’d fall in love with Namjoon soon, and deep down you knew you would.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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drabble #35 for din djarin would KILL ME if you're still taking requests - ive been binging your writing the last couple of days and it's so good, ty for all you write! ♥

Prompts | 35. “Do you...well...I mean….I could give you a massage?”

Pairing | Din x GN!Reader

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Din, Main

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Din groaned loudly as he came back inside of the small hut you were currently staying in on Sorgan. He’d been out all day working in the fields with the villagers and helping around the small town however he could while you were on baby duty. You’d finally gotten the little green bean down by the time Din got back.

“Long day?” you joked as you sat in your small bed, nose buried in a book that you’d managed to snag in some random store on a planet you’d stopped on in the Outer Rim. He answered with another groan as you marked your page and set the book down with a fond chuckle. The Mandalorian perched himself at the end of your bed and looked you over for a moment. A warm flush washed over your body as you studied the floor in a vain attempt to hide your smile.

“I don’t ever think I’ve ever felt so sore - or old before.”

You had a curious relationship with the Mandalorian - Din - as you’d come to know him. More than partners, dancing on the outskirts of friends, but definitely...something more. It was an odd dance of lingering touches and stolen glances that left you both on the precipice of something greater. You’d just yet to cross that threshold.

But there was something about the way he was sitting there, one hand turned up in your direction that made your heart race. His whole body was lightly perched towards you as a comfortable silence fell over both of you. Unable to stop yourself, you leaned forward and delicately placed your hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze.

“Do you...well...I mean….I could give you a massage?” the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. Your eyes grew wide as he looked at you, the black T of his visor refusing to look elsewhere, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I-”

“That sounds nice,” he stopped you before you could trip any further over your words, “that would be nice.”

“Okay,” your voice shook slightly as you nodded, “you’ll have to...strip - take off your clothes - dank farrik - the armor needs to come off. I-is that okay?’

You’d never seen once since Din without the helmet, but on the rare occasions you’d seen him without the majority of his armor. It had felt like a whole new religious experience to see the man of your affections stripped of so much of his identity. When the armor was off, his walls were down, and he was just Din, not the Mandalorian, and you were just you.

“Yes,” he promised as he stood up to start taking off each piece of armor, bit by bit. You followed suit and stood up, standing in front of him before replacing his hands with your own. Din made a small sound as he let you work to slowly remove each piece of armor. It felt like a small thing, but it was so intimate and sacred at the same time. A lot of trust and love went into every single movement.

Once you were done, you turned back to him and looked at him with a tiny little smile on your face. Din took off his leather gloves and tossed them onto the bed before reaching up and gently cradling your face in his hands. You practically keened into his touch as he mapped out the contours of your face with surprisingly soft and delicate fingertips, “you are so beautiful.”

“And you mustn’t flatter me,” your whole face felt warm as he watched you closely. You could sense that there was a little smile on his own face under the helmet.

“It’s not flattery,” he promised as he swiped a thumb over your cheek. Putting your hands on his wrists, you pulled them away from your face as you motioned for him to turn around. He slowly did so, and you sat behind him, tentative hands going to his shoulders.

His muscles felt tense under your deft hands as you started kneading his shoulders and upper back. Din tried his best to hold back his little moans as you released tension he didn’t even know he had.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked after a few minutes of blissful silence.

“Of course,” your heart skipped a nervous beat but you tried your best not to let it show too much, “anything.”

“How come you’ve never asked to see me - my face?” his question caught you off guard as you paused for a moment before continuing on.

“It’s not my place to ask,” you answered simply, “I’ve always figured that if you want to show me, you’d do it in your own time. And if that was never then that was okay too.”

“I want to show you,” his words caught you off guard as he turned to face you and you gave him a shy little look, “I just…”

“Whenever you’re ready,” you promised him, “I’ll be here, Din. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a slight of his head.

“Yeah,” you slowly turned him back around and put your hands on his shoulders again, “now relax and let me finish. Everything else can wait - for now, this is enough, you’re enough, Din.

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

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