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sunandflame · 9 months

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An Angel in Human Form

Warnings: It's so tooth rotting fluff, thats the only warning I can give.

Word Count: 1458

Pairing: Photoprapher!Kyojuro x Reader

A/N: As the poll has decided here is the second part of Kyojuro as a photographer. I really love how it turned out and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did! I also wanna thank my beta reader and editor @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi ❤️

Part 1 (drabble) / Part 2

"Can I see it?"

He looked at you with his big owlish eyes. "What?"

"Can I see the pictures you took?"

Oh. Now he understood. A foreign anxiety spread through him, and he didn't know how to deal with the situation. He wasn’t usually speechless, rather the opposite was often the case, but now - he could only stare at you.

"Did you not take some of me earlier?" You cocked your head while giving him a soft smile and he could feel the heat in his cheeks again. Nothing like this had ever happened to him and he was usually not the shy type.

"Yes, yes I did!" His voice was boisterous, and he bit his tongue, hoping he didn't startle you, but the opposite seemed to be the case. You smiled patiently and shifted your gaze from him to his camera.

He stood next to you to show you the pictures on the small screen. The sudden closeness had his throat tightening up. "Wow... These are beautiful. I like how the light falls here and how you captured the mood..."

"My photo exhibition is in 2 weeks! I would be very happy if you could come." He almost shouted at her and rummaged around for a small invitation card that he’d actually wanted to give to his friend Tengen today - but that could wait as he could get him another later. "All you have to do is show them this card and they'll let you in."

You took the card and read the name on it out loud. "Kyojuro Rengoku..." His name on your lips sounded like angelic dream and he wanted you to repeat it, but you simply looked up. "I promise I’ll come! But I have to go now, so have a nice day!" You gave him a bright smile before turning and walking away. He looked after you and at how the wind blew around your white dress. Kyojuro was unable to move, still awestruck from the beauty of your smile.

2 weeks later...

Kyojuro was nervous and Tengen wasn't used to see his friend in such a state. "Hey calm down. You will see, your exhibition is going to be flamboyant!"

If only it were that. It had been 2 weeks and in those 14 days he hadn't spent a second not thinking about you and your beautiful smile. It probably didn't help that there were three big pictures of you on the wall. One was how you were having a friendly conversation with a homeless man who too seemed stunned by your beauty and the other was how you crouched down, petting a stray cat with a gentle smile, and let her ensnare you. The last picture was the first he shot of you. How the wind blew your hair and you tried to stroke it away from your face with a gentle movement. These pictures of you turned your inner beauty outwards. Pictures that showed what a kind nature you were. The portraits were hanging side by side with the caption 'An angel in human form'. That might have seemed a bit exaggerated, but not in the eyes of Kyojuro, because that was what Kyojuro saw in you and these pictures, and he wasn't ashamed of it either. Of course, there were other pictures in his exhibition. Pictures of traditional Japanese still life, and kendo and sumo fights that showed the beauty and simplicity, but the eye-catcher was the three pictures of you.

Several hours had passed since the opening and there were still no signs of you. The hope in Kyojuro that you would eventually come was slowly fading away since there was only half an hour left. He was talking to someone when he heard a familiar voice. His head jerked toward the entrance so quickly that someone might think that he twisted his neck, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

You were wearing a red dress that gently caressed your hips. Your hair in an improvised updo wearing a subtle makeup. He took in every detail of you, inhaled it and saved it for eternity like his photographs on the walls. All the doubts he had before vanished. He saw your apologetic smile towards the security man while you searched desperately for the invite card in your purse, which he had given to you 2 weeks prior. It seemed that you couldn't find it, but you remembered the address and his name all this time?

"She is a VIP guest of mine." Kyojuro stepped in and signaled the security that he can let her in.

"Oh hello!" Your face blossomed into a sunny glow when you saw him, and he felt his heart leap at this sight.

"You made it. You came." It was like the sight of you in that beautiful red dress took his breath away.

"Yes of course!" You took a step towards him giving him a big smile. "I promised you, didn't I?"

Kyojuro looked at you in surprise at first before giving you a gentle smile and reaching out to take your hand. "Yes, you have." You took his hand and felt the warmth he radiated. His hand was so comfortable and big that you didn't want to let go. Kyojuro showed you around and you studied his works enthusiastically. You were amazed by the beauty he captured with his lens. Tengen watched his friend from afar and gave him a thumbs up and wink while he took care of the rest for Kyojuro so he could spend time with you. It was good that you came late, there weren't many people left and you had all the time in the world to look at his works in peace.

"You are so talented! I love how you captured the beauty of the people and the environment. Is that you in that Bōgu, by the way?" You stood in front of the photograph with the kendo warrior and stood in front of it for a while. He wondered how you came up with that because the kendo mask made the warrior anonymous.

"What makes you think that?" He chuckled. He didn't want to answer you right away.

You moved and gave him a mischievous smile. "I can't quite explain it. It's maybe the stance of the person. It's very-" You stopped mid-sentence, your gaze past his face at the three large portrait of yourself.

Kyojuro turned around to see where you were looking at and immediately felt the heat in his cheeks. Shit, he hadn't considered how you might feel about this and now he felt bad. What if you didn't like it? What if you thought he was a creep? His heart was pounding, and he wasn't sure what to say or what to do. He watched you nervously as you approached the pictures with slow steps, looking at them with wide eyes. You were silent for several moments and Kyojuro was getting more and more nervous. "I-"

"Is that how you see me?" You interrupted him as you turned your gaze from the pictures to his golden-red hues.

"How I see you...?" For the second time in his life, he wasn't sure what to answer. And only you brought out that side of him.

"You really see me as an angel in human form...?" Now it was your cheeks that blushed.

A stone fell from his heart. He walked up to you and took your hand in his. "I don't just see you like that, you are one to me. The first moment I saw you." He lifted your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently. The blush that shot up your face was so adorable in his eyes; he wanted more than to kiss your hand. You looked at him and bit your lower lip, unsure of what to say.

"Would you like-" "Would you like-?"

You two had been talking at the same time and all you could do was giggle. "Would you like some miso soup with sweet potatoes? I know a good place not too far from here."

"I love sweet potatoes!" His smile radiated such warmth.

"Me too! I could eat it every day" You laughed at the coincidence.

He leaned towards you. "How about we go now? I am starving."

"Can you leave exhibition?"

"Yes, that's no problem." He looked around for Tengen and nodded to him. The tall man seemed to understand and just grinned.

You watch the two of them and smiled from ear to ear. "Then let’s go." Your hand didn't let go of his. "I'm Y/N by the way! I thought you should know."

Kyojuro couldn't help but laugh. "Your name even sounds like that of an angel!"

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gyuuberryy · 1 year

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break the ice

pairing: tsundere!sunghoon x reader

summary: sunghoon shows that he dislikes your presence most of the time, but secretly he really appreciates your kind gestures. maybe he should’ve reciprocated it instead of pushing you away completely, because the aftermath was not pretty.

genre: tsundere and sunshine trope

warnings: lots of angst, fluff, mean!sunghoon, yelling, crying, toxic family relationship, slight mention of violence and divorce, very very very little swearing, lowercase intended

note: my first enhypen fic!!!!! i’m so excited to share this with you guys. this went a bit different than the prompt i made the poll on but it’s basically the same thing. enjoy! (also i might sound desperate but PLEASE interact with me i really need more friends here AHAHAhhhh)

word count: 3k ish

If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

a hand slammed on top of the wooden table where sunghoon’s head rested atop his arms. he slowly looked up, already knowing who it would be since you were the only one who ever approached him.

“hi hoonie!”, you beamed at him in excitement. your nickname for him made his eyebrows furrow slightly, but he didn’t let his annoyance completely show on his stoic face.

“it’s early morning, why are you so happy?”, he grumbled.

you completely ignored his unenthusiastic response and placed a brown disposable box in front of him.

“i made some simple fried rice, i was running a bit late today.” you smiled and slid the box towards him when he didn’t react, “i hope you don’t mind!”

when he realised that you weren’t going to move if he didn’t take the box, he sighed and stuffed it inside his schoolbag. your smile widened at his gesture but immediately fell when you looked at your watch.

“oh no i’m running late for my next class.” you waved at him, “i’ll see you at lunch!”

sunghoon’s eyes followed your figure as you pushed past the people crowding at the entrance of the classroom and dashed off. his eyes glazed over in thought as he contemplated about why you even put up with him everyday, afterall you were a really jolly person who’s loved by everyone. and he, he was just loner with no emotions everso.

you both had met each other at the beginning of high school. you had approached him when you found him sitting alone at lunch on the first day. you mistook it for him being lonely but he pushed himself away from everyone on purpose. since then you’ve always been around him, constantly playing the part of a friend he didn’t ask for but secretly appreciated. he still remembers how upset you were when you found out he started skipping lunch in senior year, so you started making lunch for him everyday.

he sighed once again when his phone’s screen lit up with your text message.

y/n:

hiii

i’m so sorry i won’t be able to visit you during lunch today TT

i have the club meeting for robotics

enjoy your lunch<333

and don’t forget to recycle your lunchbox!!

Read:11:20AM

his lips turned up slightly at the cheery tone of your text, brightening his mood a bit.

the soles of his worn out shoes crunched on the fallen leaves as sunghoon sluggishly walked on the pavement. the cool january breeze blew gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. he looked above him and watched as the sun sunk into the sky, lighting up into flames of orange and yellow which set the wispy clouds ablaze. he was broken out of his peaceful gazing by the shouts of his name. he paid no heed to it and continued walking towards the bus stop. stiffening when a hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head.

“hoon did you not hear me?”, you gasped out, panting for breath. falling into step with him you giggled, “i need to start running, i get tired so easily.”

sunghoon gave no reaction and continued to walk in silence. you noticed that he hadn’t made any attempt of moving your hand away from his arm and cheered mentally at the progress. observing his features, you frowned in worry becauset his eyes had dark circles under them and his lips looked really chapped.

“did you not sleep well last night?” you jogged up in front of him and grabbed his face, “gosh your eyes are swollen.”

sunghoon’s cheeks slowly turned a light shade of pink at the gentle way you were holding his face. he immediately pushed your hands away and resumed his walking, slightly increasing his pace so that you would not see him blushing. you eventually caught up with him and handed him a beige coloured lip balm stick.

“use this for your lips. i swear they’ll become smooth and soft overnight, just like they were!” you attempted to make a serious face but it looked more funny, “and drink lots of water, this is a sign that you’re dehydrated.”

sunghoon watched you carefully as you babbled on about some home remedy to get rid of dark circles, the ever present blank expression etched onto his face. he felt something bubble up inside of him that happened every time at the fact that you noticed even the slightest change that he went through. he felt cared for.

“thank you”, he spoke out softly.

you stopped in the middle of your sentence and your eyes widened at his words. this was probably the first time he ever said the words ‘thank you’ to you. you felt like you had achieved some sort of big accomplishment and your face immediately broke out into a wide smile.

this feeling lasted like a warm blanket over you both the entire day.

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you had to miss out lunch once again the next week due to another robotics club meeting, which you were the vice president of. you had a free period currently so you decided to look for sunghoon since he was in the same class. after you found him missing from the classroom, you decided to go look for him at the benches he usually has his lunch at. maybe he decided to stretch it a bit longer?

you stopped on your way at a vending machine and got him his favourite cold coffee. smiling to yourself, you resumed walking. the school dance was coming up soon and you really wanted to attend it with sunghoon. so, you were going to do everything possible to get him to like you enough to be your date. and recently he had been slightly reciprocating your advances.

your face lit up when you found sunghoon right where you thought he would be. you were just about to call his name but stopped when you saw him holding the bento box you had given him today. you decided to watch secretly to see his reaction after eating the food cooked by you. he had never really given you any feedback about it, only taking the lunchboxes from you with a small huff.

your smile dropped when you saw him walk towards a dustbin and roughly throw the box in it. was the food not good? are you not hungry?

“do you do this every day?”

it looks like you voiced this thought out because sunghoon turned around and looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. this was probably the most noticeable expression you had ever seen on his usually blank face.

“are you okay? your eyes look really red.”

sunghoon remained quiet and just looked blankly at you. why did you still care about him when you clearly caught him throwing your food away. why were you the only one who was nice to him? he was trying really hard to control himself from lashing out on you but he couldn’t help it when you reached out to grab his face.

“will you stop this”, he yelled out in frustration.

“calm down hoonie-”

“stop it, just stop it!” he spat out in anger, “my name is sunghoon.”

just when you were about to open your mouth to say something, he cut you off once again.

“i’m so sick of everyone and everything. sick of you.”

a look of hurt momentarily flashed across your face as he pushed your hand away, but you immediately replaced it with a look of concern.

“what's wrong sunghoon? you never behave like this.”

“what’s wrong is that you won’t leave me alone.” he threw his arms in the air, “you’ve been constantly glued to me like a leech and i’m so damn sick of you.”

you felt as if your heart was being run over by a bulldozer at his exclamations. you tried really hard not to cry in front of him but you were sure he had noticed your glossed over eyes.

“you don’t mean that-”

“yes i do”, he gritted out. “and yes, i throw your food away everyday. i don’t want your meaningless pity.”

he watched as streams of tears rolled down your cheeks.

he watched as the girl he cared for cried silently in front of him.

you bit your lip to prevent an ugly sob from bursting out, “i’ll leave you alone then, if that’s what you think about my feelings for you.”

looking down at your shoes you walked towards the dustbin and chucked the bottle of cold coffee you had bought for him inside it. “might as well throw this away since you don’t want my pity do you.”

tears blurred your vision as you looked at sunghoon one last time and walked away, muttering about how it was a good thing you didn’t ask him out to the dance.

but this did not go unheard by him.

once you were gone, he dropped to the hard floor on his knees and covered his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater as he sobbed. he had done it once again. he pushed away one of the few people who truly cared about him.

his tears dropped to the floor, creating wet patches. and his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

once again.

today was a very happy day for sunghoon. he had finally gotten rid of what was troubling him the most.

now he had finally decided to apologise and make it up to you.

the past few days had been torture for him. he deeply regretted acting out like that the other day. he felt like he was going crazy without your presence and whenever he saw you around school, you turned the other way and avoided him, making him feel even worse. he finally understood your importance. and maybe even about his feelings for you.

people looked at him in shock as he weaved through the crowd at the corridors with a bright smile on his face. the park sunghoon, who was always depressed was smiling today? this was shocking for sunghoon himself, but he couldn’t stop imagining what your reaction would be when he would ask you out to the dance.

he walked into the class where your first period took place and found you looking out the window with your chin on your fist. you were silently gazing outside, lost in your thoughts while your friends were excitedly talking about the dance.

their chatter immediately died down to whispers upon sunghoon’s arrival. his figure loomed over you, blocking the sunlight, but you made no effort to look up. he cleared his throat awkwardly when you remained unmoving from your position.

“what?”, you grumbled out.

sunghoon felt something pull at his heart when he saw you turn around. he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how your face had red irritated scratches from constantly rubbing it. a wave of guilt washed over him as he realised that he was probably the cause for it.

“hi”, he spoke out meekly.

you were surprised to find him standing in front of you because you did not expect him to talk let alone even approach after what he did last week. you were even more surprised at the fact that he had a shy expression on his face. he did not look like the cold boy he usually was.

you scowled, “what do you want sunghoon?”

he flinched at the lack of your use of his nickname and your cold tone. your usually bright and cheery persona took a complete turn today. it wasn’t your fault though, he expected this reaction after what he did to you the other day.

a perplexed look overtook your features as you watched him place a glittery, yellow, heart shaped box in front of you. this emanated giggles from your friends, making sunghoon rub the back of his neck nervously.

“i’m really sorry for the other day.” he gulped, “i baked some cookies for you. i don’t know if they’re nice since it was my first time so..” he trailed off at the blank look you had on your face.

“you really remind me of the colour yellow so i-”

“sunghoon please stop.” you sighed, “you told me i was clingy so i stopped approaching you.”

“i didn’t-”

“i really don’t understand why you’re doing this now”, you cut him off. “just go away.” with that, you turned back to the window.

sunghoon was just about to reply when the ringing of the bell interrupted him. he panicked as everyone moved around to settle in their seats. he had no choice but to leave now.

with a heavy heart, he walked out of the class.

you were filling your bottle at the water cooler when someone tapped your shoulder. you were kind of hoping it was sunghoon, but when you turned around you were met with jake. he was the president of the robotics club you were a part of.

“hi y/n”, he gave you a toothy grin.

you smiled back, “hey jake! what's up?”

your eyes widened when he grabbed your hand and placed a big bar of chocolate.

“i really like you and want to take you to the dance.” his grin widened, “will you go with me?”

before you could comprehend what was happening a voice laced with poison spoke up behind you.

“no she won’t.”

the voice belonged to sunghoon who grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you away from jake. you shook his grip off of you when he stopped at the benches where you would meet up with him at lunch.

“what the hell sunghoon? why did you bring me here?”

he didn’t respond and only stared at you with a furious glint in his eye. his face was twisted up into an angry expression as he questioned you.

“were you going to go with him?”

you scoffed in disbelief, “why do you even care? aren’t you sick of me?”

sunghoon’s face fell at your words that repeated what he said to you the other day. he remained silent and just stared at your face. you closed your eyes and shook your head.

“just stay out of my business if you don’t care about me”

you had just turned around to walk away when a pair of hands snaked around your waist and pulled you back into a warm chest.

“i’m sorry, please stay”, sunghoon’s voice came out muffled as his face was buried in your shoulder.

you were sure that your heart was going to explode any moment now from the intimate position you both were in. sunghoon had barely ever even held your hand and now he was back hugging you. you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing like a beet.

“w-what are you doing?”

sunghoon panicked and immediately removed his hands from you, assuming that he was making you uncomfortable. you frowned at the loss of contact and turned around.

“sunghoon, you’re really confusing me.”

he froze for a few moments then took a deep breath and began his explanation.

“that day..” he looked you in the eyes, “i didn’t mean anything i said.”

you looked at him intently, urging him to continue.

“you know how my parents got divorced last year right?”

you nodded. his mom was really toxic and controlling and used to emotionally abuse sunghoon’s dad. she was an alcoholic and sometimes lost control of herself leading to her showcasing violent behaviour. with the support of their friends and family, sunghoon’s dad had finally gained enough courage to divorce her.

“yeah so my mom has been fighting for custody of my little sister.” his voice cracked, “and at that time things looked good for her.”

he sniffed and looked down at his feet, “neither my sister nor did we want her to live with my mom. she would’ve ruined her life as well.”

“i took my anger out on you instead and i feel really horrible about it. you’ve been nothing but kind to me since day one, even after how coldly i treated you.”

his eyes welled up with tears and turned red as he tried to stop himself from crying. he looked so broken and hurt right now, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. and so you did.

wrapping your arms around his torso you tried to calm him down by rubbing his back. he slowly reciprocated your gesture

you spoke softly, “i’m so sorry you had to go through this hoon. you and your family deserve none of this”

he sighed in relief at your reuse of his nickname and tightened his grip around you. your words were simple, but comforted him like no other.

“it’s okay, everything is fine now. my dad won the case and i finally feel relieved for once.”

you pulled back from him at the revelation and smiled in glee.

“really? that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!”

you were back to your normal, jolly personality which sent a surge of joy through sunghoon, making him give you a full smile. you gasped in surprise.

“oh my god, your smile is so pretty!”

sunghoon’s cheeks turned rosy at your compliment and shyly buried his face in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. who knew a boy who behaved so coldly was such a softie.

“i never threw out your food by the way, except for that day because i had no appetite”, he stated guiltily. “you are an amazing cook.”

“thank you sunghoon, but”, you paused. “i don’t think we can be friends.”

sunghoon pulled away from you in alarm. did he mess things up that badly?

“not after those amazing cookies you gave me.” you pecked his cheek softly, “you have to promise to be mine.”

sunghoon chuckled in relief, “you really got me there.”

“i promise to be yours, love.”

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lightshowerrr · 9 days

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 !!

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings !! : oral sex, pet names (baby, princess, babygirl etc.), and terrible ass writing :3. I think that's all but let me know if there's more <3

Gojo won the poll !! I will admit this is my first time ever writing smut so I'm really sorry if it's bad😭

"wait, wait- so you're telling me that you've never been had someone go down on you?" Your boyfriend said, having you sit on his lap. You looked to the side embarrassed at the fact he said it out loud. "...yeah, is that like, a bad thing..?"

"no- no it's just really surprising. But I cannot let my babygirl go through life without never being ate out before!". Gojo then lifted you up and started to carry you bridal style, up the stairs, and into the his bedroom. He gently sat you down on his bed.

You're face started to feel hot as he sat you down. "You do want to this right?" The blue-eyed man asked you, on his knees, in front of your soaking panties underneath your sleep shorts.

You nodded your head, face even hotter then it was before. Your heart beat migrating to your cunt. Looking into your eyes and seeing your flustered expression already gave him the answer, but he wanted to hear it from you.

"Words baby, words." A teasing smirk on his smooth lips. He rose up before you could answer and took your lips in a sweet kiss. His left hand on your hip while his right hand is on the side of your jaw.

Pulling away, you gave him a soft but loud enough, yes. And with that answer he bent down to where he was before and his hand that was on your jaw slowly migrated to your shorts. Once his hands made it to the string of your pink shorts, he looked at you again just to make sure.

You really started to get impatient with the throbbing in your underwear. "Just do it toruu!" You said getting a little irritated because you already gave the ok.

Gojo gave a chuckle in response and untied the string. He then pulled down your shorts, reveling pretty, white cotton panties. Satoru gave a little sweet kiss on the light pink bow on the waistband of your underwear. Moving to to gently push you down on the bed and relocated back to your legs. Pressing little gentle kisses on your inner thighs.

Your breath hitches as you let out a small gasp. You could feel him suck and lick on the soft and tender skin of your thighs.

Soon enough, Gojo's fingers hook around the lacy waistband of your underwear and he slowly pulls them down. You gasp as the cool air in the room hits your soaking cunt.

"woah, baby. You're sopping wet." He chuckled, his hot breath blew against you as shivers went up your spine. He started off with a few kisses around the area before giving a kitten lick on your clit.

"holy- fuck!" A quick gasp left your lips as the pleasurable feeling went to your stomach. You felt Satoru hum against your wet pussy, which sent a vibration making you squirm.

A wet pink muscle gave your folds a long lick from bottom to top. You heart beat started going a lot faster as well of your breathing. You felt him do another long lick from top to bottom. "Mhmm" you moaned, the feeling in your chest and the pleasure bottling up in your abdomen felt all to good for you to comprehend.

Gojo slipped his tongue in your pussy, his right hand moving to lay on your lower stomach, thumb reaching down towards your clit. Satoru's thumb pad made contact with you sensitive clit, and started to rub slow circles while his tongue was still in you licking every inch of your gummy walls. The pressure that was on your clit and his tongue eating you out like a starved man, felt all to good. "God- fucking! Ahh!" You moaned out again.

"Baby, you taste so fucking- good. Like fucking candy, baby!" Gojo groaned, grinding his hard dick against the edge of the bed. You humping your hips forward in order to get closer to him, moaning and gasping every time his tongue hit the right stop. Hands moving to his white locks of hair, gripping tight as for something to hold on too.

Satoru moved up and started sucking and nibbling on your clit. That motion made Simon your abdomen snap. Your mouth hung open as you came in your boyfriends mouth. "Holy shhit." Moaning while riding out your high.

"There we go baby." Satoru spoke, mouth full of your sweet juices. He rose up and lied down beside you, picking you up to move you so you could lay on his chest. "That feel good, princess?" He asked, smirking down at you. "Yeah, yeah it did." You many to get out through trying to catch your beath.

"Good, good. You lay your pretty self here while I go run and make us a bath, mkay, babygirl?" You nodded and off he went.

You'll love that man till the day you both die. As sweet as he was, though fucking sassy too, you loved him.

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IM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS BROO OMFG😭😭😭 Hopefully you all enjoyed this! This was very awkward to write but I got it done !! I'm really sorry for my bad writing, I'm learning more on how to write more stuff like this !! But if y'all have any tips that would be very helpful and appreciated <3 :3 !!

#jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader #smutty smut smut #This was so awkward omlll #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut

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aphroditeslover11 · 6 months

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Thinking In Numbers

Oppie x Reader

A/N: as always, based on Cillian Murphy’s very fictional depiction of Oppie, if you don’t want to read it I’m not forcing to and if you do then please feel free to stick around.

This is the response to the poll from the other day, handling some problems arising from the couple’s age gap.

Warnings: mentions fo alcohol, age gap, world’s mildest angst with a happy ending!

You had been on his arm at a lot of fundraising events recently, trying to raise money for the causes that he supported, which meant that you had been spending a lot of time with Robert’s circle of friends. They were all amazing and very interesting people, the conversation was always incredible and you loved them, but you couldn’t help feeling a little like a fish out of water. You were only a philosophy student, in a sea of seasoned academics.

The first time that you really started to notice the difference in your ages was at the end of the summer semester. Both the staff and the students were organising parties and you didn’t know whether you should go and celebrate the end of term with your friends or go and have a far more civilised send-off for the holidays with Robert and the professors. For him there had never been any question that you would accompany him, despite your age he always perceived you as being too mature and sensible to enjoy the parties of your fellow students. He assumed that you were exactly like him at your age, unbelievably introverted and not seeing the point in all of the chaos. You did as he expected of you, and it was a lovely evening with the help of a few of Oppie’s martinis, but you had ended up following him towards the physics faculty who were now having a conversation that you had no chance of understanding. When you got home that night you called your friend’s house, making sure that she had got home from the student celebrations.

“You don’t have to worry about me y/n,” she chuckled, clearly under the influence.

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, the boys decided that it would be a good idea to to try and raid the chemistry stock room so we ended up with impromptu fireworks, it was quite a show actually. One of them nearly blew himself up, but I think he’s alright now.”

“God, I wish I could have been there.”

“How was your evening?”

“Not too bad, it was nice to spend the evening with Robert but he ended up in a corner with the physics department so I was left to my own devices. He expects it of me though so I just do it for him. I’m sure you had a better evening than me.” Little did you know that Oppie was walking past the semi-open door, and heard every word that you were saying.

The next day you went back to the campus to pick up some books from the library that you wanted to look at over the summer. You bumped into a few of the boys that you had met over the year, all part way through their degrees just like you.

“How was the party with the old boys club y/n?” One of them asked.

“It was quite fun actually, a lot of interesting conversations. They aren’t all old men, you know.”

“Oppie’s alright, the rest of them can be a bit of a drag,” this came from Luke, who you knew took one of your boyfriend’s classes.

“I heard about your antics with the fireworks, I’m amazed that you’re all still in one piece. I’d take a drag over a near death experience!” You tried to joke back, though it was true that you would rather have spent the evening with them.

“Come on, why don’t you come out with us tonight, live a little. Do you want to be old before your time?” It was then that you felt a familiar arm wrapping around your waist. Looking to your side you were met with Robert, his face with the usual soft smile it wore whenever he saw you.

“Why’s she going to be old Luke?” He questioned, humouring the lads. He was closer with his students than many of the other lecturers at Berkeley and they felt that they could have a little banter with him as a result.

“All of the time that she…” Luke started.

“…Spends sitting at home reading books when I could be out with them.” You quickly cut him off, Robert didn’t need to be involved in this. Luke gave you a bizarre look and carried on talking to his professor, but you could tell that said professor was unsatisfied. Not long later, as you were walking away, he started questioning you.

“My love, what didn’t you want me to hear Luke saying back there?” You were walking back to his office to collect the papers he had left before heading to New Mexico for the summer.

“If you want the truth, they were teasing me for spending so much time with the faculty. It was all in good fun.” Oppie paused for a moment.

“It is true that you don’t spend much time with your own friends though. I have to admit that I heard you on the phone the other night, I never thought that I might have been pressuring you into anything, but I can understand now that I have.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with your friends, I really do. Sometimes I just feel like I want to do the sorts of things that normal students do.”

“Darling, why didn’t you say any of this earlier?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward or make you to feel obligated to do anything that you didn’t want to do.” Robert sighed softly at that, turning and taking your face in his hands, looking down at you.

“My love, you can always tell me anything. You are too caring for your own good sometimes, you know that? This is my fault, I shouldn’t have been so shortsighted, so its up to me to make it up to you.”

“Robert, you don’t have to…”

“This weekend we’ll stay here, we’ll have some people over to the apartment, your people, and we’ll do whatever you want for an evening. You know what, I can clear out for the evening and leave you in peace if you like.” He could tell from your smile that you had other ideas.

“Or you could stay and join in with the madness, you do owe me afterall and I think you could make it up to me by proving to Luke that you aren’t an old man. Maybe then he’ll stop taking the mick out of me.”

“I could probably do with a good shafting anyway,” he acquiesced. “So, will you forgive me for being so hopeless.”

“Only if you cover up the raid the boys did the other day on the chemistry department.”

“What raid?”

“They have a habit of setting off homemade fireworks at parties.”

“They are not setting off fireworks in my house…” You stood on your toes then, closing the gap to silence him with a kiss.

“Dr Oppenheimer, my party, my rules!”

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #american prometheus #1950s #oppenheimer x reader #cillian murphy x reader #christopher nolan #j robert oppenheimer #tommy shelby #j robert oppenheimer x reader #tumblr polls #oppie

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littlespacereader · 4 months

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It’s the Doctor Who Christmas Eve fic! This idea came to me on the plane back from college and I just love the idea of having the Doctor pass out and the reader being like “well I better make him comfy”. Thank you to everyone who voted on the poll for the Tenth Doctor! Please enjoy this adorable tale with the Doctor!

A Stranger Invited to Christmas💚❤️🎅🎄

Caregiver!Tenth Doctor & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - meeting the Doctor for the first time, taking care of him then vice versa, sippy cups, pacifier, stuffies, cuddles, mentions of Santa and Christmas

Leave it to me to forget milk the night before Christmas. It’s no bother though, a quick trip to the shop and back home never hurt no one. After all who can go without milk on Christmas? What would I leave for Santa? Water? Come on!

With my grocery bag in hand, I walked down street to my flat. Christmas is going to be a little different this year. My family was planning on coming to visit but sadly caught a cold that’s been going around.

That meant Christmas alone this year. I mean I can’t lie, I’m a little bit bummed out I won’t be seeing my family.

Thankfully I have my stuffie family to keep me company for Christmas. That didn’t bother me, if anything it was an excuse to regress the whole holiday season away. I mean who doesn’t want to regress and watching movies like Frosty all night long?

The cold air filled my lungs with a deep breath in. With a deep breath out smoke blew around my face with my warm breath hitting the cold air of the night.

Suddenly a squeak broke my thoughts. It sounded like a bird that was calling out for hell. I turned to the source of the noise and followed it to a bush. Something was ruffling the leaves of it but I couldn’t see the animal.

“It’s okay! I’m not hurt you. I just wanna help.”

It was as if the animal heard me because it came out from its hiding spot in the bush. It looked like…well…actually I don’t know what it is.

It looks like a mole mixed with a bunny. It has this small body with fluffy black fur and big ears. Its hands were similar to a mole’s paws with a long hairless tail behind it that looked similar to one of a rats.

It started to walk over to me on its two back paws as it held its front paws together.

“It’s okay! You’re safe now. What happened?”

I walked towards the fuzzy creature and was about to lean down when…

“LOOK OUT!!” A man grabbed and tackled me on the side. The two of us went tumbling down onto the snowy ground.

He tackled me just in time because the creature hissed and shot some sort of venom where I was originally standing.

The two of us sat up from the ground and looked ahead at the creature scurrying away.

“What is that thing?!”

“It’s a Buried Darthrow Fling. Really nasty creatures despite how cute they look,” The man replied.

He grabbed something at his pocket and flung it ahead where the…Buried Darthrow Fling…was running away.

His aim was perfect because it hit the creature and suddenly it disappeared into thin air.

I started at the blank space where the creature once stood in shock and disbelief…

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

I stood up and ran over to there the animal once was and my eyes were not deceiving me, it had disappeared.

I turned to the man as he stood up from the snowy ground, “How did that? What? What just happened?”

“I apologize for tackling you but if that Buried Darthrow Fling got venom on you, you would’ve fallen into a coma.” He said casually.

“A coma?”

“Yup.”

“And it disappeared from that thing in your pocket?”

“Yeah,” he picked up another one from his pocket and held it out for me to look at. “See? Nothing too fancy, it just teleports back to its home planet.” He added again…casually.

“Planet? Teleporting? So it’s an alien?!” I was starting to lose my mind.

“I can see you’re a bit overwhelmed. So why don’t we start over.”

He brushed the snow off his long brown trench coat and walked over to me.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m the Doctor.” He held his hand out to shake.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet-.” I started to say before I paused mid sentence.

On his hand was this blue gel splattered across it. He must’ve saw my hesitation and looked at his hand. That’s when he saw the gel too.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no? What’s wrong?” I asked looked at his worried expression.

“The Buried Darthrow Fling must’ve got me when I tackled you.”

My eyes widened, “Oh my God. We gotta get you to the hospital!”

“No no, no hospitals I’ll be fine.” The Doctor started to say before his eyes started roll back and he fell onto his knees.

I ran over and helped him back up. He grabbed my arm, “Okay…maybe it’s starting to have an effect on me.”

I wrapped his arm around my shoulders to get him back on his feet and more steady, “We need to get you to the hospital before you slip into a coma.”

“No I’ll be okay,” he pulled a device from his jacket pocket. It made a weird noise and glowed blue as he hovered it over his hand.

Then after a moment he pulled it up to his face to read. “I won’t go into a coma because my body is built a bit differently than yours.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m not human.” He said, putting his glowy pen thing away.

“You not-.” I stopped myself before I could really wrap my mind around it.

“I just need a place…to take a quick…nap.” He said as he started to drift off again.

I helped him to his feet, holding onto his arm around my shoulders with one hand and wrapping my arm around his back with the other.

“My flat is just around the corner here, you can rest there.” I explained as I turned him around and helped him start walking towards my apartment.

“Thank you, that will be *yawn* nice.”

With that the two of us started carefully walking back to my flat.

“I’m sorry…about all this…” his head bobbed up and down as he fought against sleeping.

“It’s not your fault. I was the idiot looking at the strange creature.”

“Well, you didn’t know any better….so no need to apologize. But what are you doing out so late…on Christmas?” He asked between yawns.

“I forgot to get milk for Santa so I went out to a shop…to pick it up…” I started to trail off.

With a quick look over his shoulder I could make out the faint puddle in the distance behind us, which no doubt was my milk carton splattered all over the payment.

“Oh…” The Doctor trailed off as he realized what must’ve happened. “I’m so sorry, I’ll…I’ll make it up to you…”

“Don’t worry about it, I rather have no milk and not be in a coma.” I joked getting a smile from the Doctor.

~~~

Finally we made it back to my flat. As we got closer I could feel the Doctor start to get more and more drowsy. Standing at the door and trying to unlock while also holding onto him was a bit of a challenge but one I managed.

The door swung open. I guided him to my small but cozy living room.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not going into a coma?” I asked still extremely worried. I helped him take his long tan coat off then sit on the couch.

“No, no, no. I just need a little nap to get the side effects…to ware off and then…then I’ll be okay. Promise.” He said drifting off.

The worrying started to get to my regression. I held my hand out, pink facing toward him. “Pinky promise?”

He smirked and lifted his tired hand toward mine, wrapping his pink around my own. “Pink promise Y/N.”

“Just…a little…rest that’s…all…” I help him lay on the couch as he started to drift off both what he was saying and off to sleep.

Then it was just me with a sleeping stranger on my couch.

All at once the events hit me like a train and suddenly I felt the reality of everything. He’s an alien, we were attacked by an alien, and now he’s taking a rest on my couch.

No not strange at all, totally not. Why would it be?! It sort felt like a crazy dream I was a part of. But this this was real, this is really happening. This is going to be a Christmas to remember.

With reality and panic setting in, I could stop myself from regressing any further. The panic seemed to slip away as I let myself regress to let go of everything that just happened.

Now fully feeling like my true little self I stared at the stranger in the brown suit and converse. He was very nice to me and he did save my life hence why he was passed out on the couch.

If he was my guest for Christmas, I might as well make him comfy. So off I rushed to the bedroom to grab some supplies.

With arms full, I ran back and got to work. First I draped a soft light pink blanket across his body. Then I gave him a soft pillow behind his head, then to finish it off I surrounded him with not one but about ten different stuffies. I couldn’t have him waking up without friends around him.

Satisfied with the results I rushed off to make myself comfy for the night. It wasn’t too late and I didn’t have a Caregiver to tell me not to stay up…

With Christmas pajamas on, a sippy cup full of juice and a Christmas pacifier in mouth, I sat on the ground infront of the couch as Frosty the Snowman playing on the tv. I would watch Frosty and check on the sleeping strange periodically.

But as the night went on, it became harder and harder to stay awake.

~~~

When The Doctor began to wake up, a few things popped into this mind. For one, he felt very comfortable. He’s hasn’t felt this cozy in a long long time.

Memories started to flood his mind of the past 24 hours. Flying around in the Tardis, getting a notification of a dangerous Buried Darthrow Fling, searching around all of England for it and meeting Y/N. Then of course getting the venom on his hand and passing out.

There was a movie playing in the background. It sounded familiar but something he couldn’t quite place at the moment. Then he heard something that warmed his hearts, a pure and happy giggle.

It was enough to push through the tiredness and open his eyes. And what he saw brought a smile to his face.

Y/N, his newest friend and couch-lender was sitting next to the couch in some Christmas themed pajamas. Beside them was a stuffie, a sippy cup and some biscuits on a tiny plate. On the tv played the new cartoon version of the grinch.

Every so often Y/N would be watching the scene before their head would be nodding off. Then when they realized, they would jump back up and continue watching.

The Doctor realized in two seconds what was going on. It had been far too long since he had seen a Regressor. On his home planet, regressing was as normal as sneezing, but on Earth it wasn’t as well know. Which is a shame the Doctor thought.

He began to sit up on the couch, and that’s when he realized why he was so comfy. He was wrapped in a soft pink blanket and surrounded by plushies.

“You’re awake!”

The Doctor turned to see a wide eyed Little staring back at him.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?!” Their pacifier fell to the ground as the began to ramble on worried as ever.

“I’m alright. Better now actually than I was before. And even more better thanks to all of these friends that kept me nice and safe while I slept.”

He picked up one of the stuffies, a frog, and smiled. “What’s this one’s name?”

“Tiana. Just like the princess. By your hip is her husband Naveen.” Y/N pointed out.

The Doctor smiled and picked the other frog up. With the married frogs reunited he shook their feet. “It is nice to meet such a lovely couple.”

That caused Y/N to giggle at the Doctor’s silliness. But their giggle caused them to yawn soon after. That caught the Doctor’s attention.

“Y/N, how long have you been up?” He asked before looking around for a clock in their flat.

”Don’t know…wanted to make sure you were okay.” They said with another yawn.

Below the tv sat one that read 11:30pm. “It’s almost midnight! It’s far too late for someone as young as you. Come on, off to bed.” He stood up and walked over to where they were sitting.

The Doctor could see there was a bit of hesitancy in their eyes. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you going to do? Are you going back to bed?”

“No. No, I’ve slept enough for at least another two years. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to go to bed.”

“But…are you going to leave me?”

The question came out as broken and as sad as it could possibly sound.

Sure the Doctor had plenty of other things he had to do. He had to figure out how that creature got to Earth, he had to fix something in the Tardis’ engine…

But the look of wonder, of happiness and of concern for him on Y/N’s face struck something in him. It had been a while since he had a companion. Rose…well…she was gone. And recently Martha had left.

He wasn’t good alone, he knew that, but he always seemed to be alone. That was until now.

Now he had a chance to have a companion again. A friend to travel all throughout time and space with. But not only that, now he now had a Little to care for and watch over.

Plus it was Christmas Eve, and he was always a softie for Christmas.

He bent down, sitting across from them on the ground. He took their hands in his. “As long as you want me here, I’ll stay. I’ll even be happy to take care of you if you need. After all you took such good care of me. Let me return the favor.”

Y/M smiled and squeezed his hands back. “Yes!! I’d love you to stay! We can celebrate Christmas together!”

The Doctor smiled back, “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“But first things first! We gotta get you ready for bed!” The Doctor jumped up off the ground and offered his hand to Y/N to help them up.

Once up and hand in hand, the Doctor turned on his heels to go toward their bedroom but was stopped when Y/N pulled his arms back.

“Wait! We gotta put our cookies out for Santa.”

“Right, of course. We can’t forget about Santa now can we?” He winked.

So off to the small kitchen the two went to fetch some biscuits for Santa. Then there they sat, a tiny plate with two biscuits, some carrots for the reindeer and a glass of juice. With it sat a note to be read later.

The two stood back and admired their work. “You think Santa will like it?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t think he’ll like it. I think he’ll love it.” The Doctor smiled.

Y/N nodded and yawned. The Doctor took that as his cue to get his little one to bed.

“Alright you’ve been up far far too long. Time to go to bed before Santa arrives.” He lifted them into his arms and started to carry them off to bed.

Suddenly the clocks chimed, indicating that it was midnight and officially Christmas Day.

Despite being sleepy Y/N still lifted their head off his shoulder to look at the Doctor with a smile, “Merry Christmas Doctor!” They leaned forward and hugged him tightly.

He hugged back just as tight, “Merry Christmas Y/N!”

Y/N fell asleep soon after. All wrapped up in their fuzzy blanket cuddling close to the Doctor. And the Doctor? He held them close like a protective Caregiver would. And for the first time and a long time, he was happy. Truly and blissfully happy.

The note in the living room to Santa read as followed:

Dear Santa,

We apologize for the juice instead of milk. We almost fell into a coma trying to get milk. But thankfully we’re alive but without milk so please enjoy the glass of juice instead. Please thank the reindeers for their hard work and tell Ms. Clause Merry Christmas from us!

Sincerely,

Y/N and The Doctor

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fluffallamaful · 9 months

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Familiarity in Flowers

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based on the results of Poll Fic #1

canon to Llama’s DSMP AU

finally. this is my first dsmp fic since june last year 😵‍💫 thank you all so much for your patience and understanding <33

Summary: Dream finds himself taking refuge in a tulip field after being broken out of prison. DreamXD finds him and Dream notices that the god is hiding something from him. His cheekiness and curiosity gets him tickled silly. TERRIFICALLY PLATONIC

Warnings: tickling, XD has four arms, mouth tickles

Word Count: 4880

please please enjoy oh my gosh

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Dream didn’t think that he had ever been more grateful to see a flower biome in his life.

His legs were tired, unfamiliar with the amount of physical exertion that they had been put through, and his prison wear proved to be useless at protecting him from the previous snow biome’s bite. He was tired, cold and exhausted; but he was also finally free.

Oak tree branches greeted him with open limbs as he finally stumbled over the biome’s border, a ceremony of colourful petals bowing down to him as he scurried past. His lungs wheezed hungrily at the sweet scented air; he’d been running ever since leaving Technoblade’s snowy cottage, and they were as tired and out of practice as his legs.

The piglin hybrid had been gracious enough to uphold his favour and escort Dream safely away from the angry crowds outside his prison, but he had also made it clear that that would be the end of his prison break-out service. Once again, Dream had been stripped of the safety-net of having someone to fight alongside, but more importantly, the fresh set of armour that he had been given. Optimistically, he was aware that he’d be able to recover both, he just needed to find Punz.

A few more chunks of desperate bounding saw Dream’s body disappointingly reach its limit. A small clearing within the flowery forest broke his fall as his legs literally gave out beneath him. He tumbled a few more blocks after that, rolling limply through a patch of unsuspecting pink and orange tulips, and landing face down into the grass beneath.

There was barely enough strength left in him to open his eyes, but he managed to groan and roll himself onto his back, batting at the curious tulips and grass stems that leant down to smother his face — analyzing their new company. He knew that there was no way that he could run another step; his chest heaved and his legs trembled even whilst just lying, sprawled out in a flower field. Though he was certain that he had run far enough to lose any of his angry followers.

Beyond the waving tulips in his peripheral vision, a bright, blue sky stretched out above him, smeared with fluffy, white clouds. A breath of wind blew across the clearing. Dream listened to it approach, and then finally mustered up the energy to lift himself up onto his elbows to bathe in it. He tilted his head up, closing his eyes as the breath gently pulled at his unkept hair, listening to the whispers of the field around him as it basked in the same feeling. It felt more incredible than he could have ever imagined, an immovable smile crept up his face.

Catching his breath allowed him to take in the beauty of his surroundings, as he began to sort through his inventory. Ahead of him was a dark oak forest, one that prompted him with the need to feel just a little more prepared for the approaching night.

Although he didn’t have his armour, he still had managed to collect an array of useful items during his escape; four healing potions, two fire resistance potions, seventeen ender pearls, a half-used nether axe and half a stack of steak were only the beginnings of his findings. He laid them out neatly in the field in front of him once he had counted them, each one glistening beautifully under the glorious rays of the server’s sunshine. He still had this eerie feeling that someone was watching him — no doubtably a drawback from being monitored in prison for a whole year — but he tried his hardest to ignore it.

Another breeze rolled across the field and Dream lifted his head again. He shut his eyes, listening to the whispering life forms around him and it rushed past his face. A subtle shift in the air flow around him raised suspicion in his gut, potentially another symptom of his paranoia; but as a shadow made itself present against the backs of his eyelids, he was left with no other choice but to give into its nagging, pulling away from his moment of serenity.

He made the right call.

The flower field that once lay out in front of him had now been replaced, blocked. In its place was instead a looming figure, one that wore a white porcelain mask and very nearly scared Dream all the way out of his skin. He let out a yell, jolting back away from the upside down face, and gasping sharply when a set of familiar, cloak-covered arms broke his fall. The face leant in, apparently having no regard for Dream’s personal space. It was as equally familiar as the arms that held him.

“XD..?” He questioned, unable to control the startle in his voice. He could hear his heart racing in his ears as a low chuckle rumbled out from behind the mask, vibrating up his spine.

“Dream.” The being greeted, removing himself from Dream’s space. Dream felt himself relax, letting out a breath of relief as he was tilted back up into his original position. He scrambled himself around to face the familiar god, lifting up his chin.

Despite appearing significantly smaller to how he had done in prison, DreamXD was still tall, reaching well over four blocks and towering over Dream’s seated body. Their stance was rigid, gaze directed out towards the dark oak biome’s borders behind him. They seemed disgruntled by something, Dream recognised the subtle signs of worry.

“You scared me!” He accused, naturally shrinking away when the god’s attention shifted back down to him. They stared at him for a moment behind unreadable porcelain, before their shoulders also appeared to relax, and an amused smile stretched beneath their mask instead.

“You’re a long way from prison.” They purred. Their rigidity appeared to be brushed aside as they dipped down to join Dream in his patch of flowers. His cloak arranged itself around him during his descent, blanketing any nearby tulips in a sea of deep green, and chasing out a gust of displaced air as it did so. “How did you manage that?”

Dream felt his lips wobble and stretch to mirror their expressions.

“Techno broke me out.” He began, hopelessly proud. “He dug through the wall and we swam out through the lava. Like it was honestly so cool, it was like — four of us versus the whole server. It was epic!”

The god scoffed at his enthusiasm, but even so Dream couldn’t stop himself from rambling. The feeling of being free was exhilarating, and the god’s presence always seemed to bring out a hidden vulnerability within himself. He had an aura of safety around him, a radiating warmth that always managed to draw Dream in.

He ended up explaining his breakout in great detail, and DreamXD allowed him every word. It felt good to have someone to talk to, and incredible to have the wind on his shoulders and grass beneath his body.

“Well aren’t you a clever one.” The deity praised once Dream’s recount came to an end. They had picked up one of his healing potions and were tapping patiently at its glass. Dream beamed at the words. He was aware that they were laced with subtle sparks of humour and sarcasm — DreamXD was a being beyond mortal troubles after all — but his smile was wide and proud regardless.

“George will be pleased to see you.” They continued, offering Dream a friendly smile. The phrase was clearly meant to be comforting, reassuring. It was spoken with such a soft tone and was ended with an even softer smile, and yet the mere mentioning of his old friend sent Dream’s body into a panic. His heart leapt to his throat, thudding away against his voice box as his body promptly drained itself from all remnants of pride and joy.

George…

He hadn’t expected to hear that name so soon, in fact he was borderline ignoring it. Dream hadn’t even considered that he’d now be able to reunite with his former best friend; half of him wanted to believe that it was because he was mad at George, but the other half was louder and far more convincing.

He was afraid.

The fear of being rejected pin pricked all over his skin at the innocent mention of the brunette’s name, along with a set of carelessly crafted "What if’s?”:

What if George shared the same motives as Sapnap? What if he believed that Dream deserved to rot away in prison?

The idea of George being disappointed or angry at Dream wrapped tightly around his throat.

What if he tried to hurt him? What if George got hurt because of Dream again?

The panicked flurry of thoughts took Dream’s hesitation as an opportunity to speak without his permission.

“No.” He found himself saying, stern and clear. The smile below XD’s mask faded into a frown. Dream felt his chest tighten. “I’m- I’m sorry.” He followed up quickly. The god carefully replaced the healing potion back down into the grass. He nodded his head, slowly. Dream could tell that he was disappointed.

Another breeze rolled over the field, filling the silence between the two beings with whooshing whispers. It settled Dream a little, but didn’t do much to alleviate the weight of guilt on his shoulders. He felt on the verge of tears — a feeling that he seldom felt, provided that he wasn’t unaccompanied by the apparent-god of the server. He felt silly and pathetic and so unbelievably overrun with guilt.

“George likes these sorts of flowers.” The god’s voice was a soft rumble, combining perfectly with the whispering flora around them. Dream looked over to him, they were disassembling an orange tulip, petal by petal. He managed to nod his head in agreement, but his mind was well and truly elsewhere.

“I just- don’t want him getting hurt...” He confessed, earnestly. It was not the full truth, but it was one that he felt XD would at least be able to understand, or more to the point, one that he was comfortable admitting. To his surprise the god scoffed at his explanation.

“Nothing is going to hurt George.” They stated firmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His tone was confident but Dream also sensed that the affirmation was not only meant for him. He tilted his head, beckoning the god to elaborate, but they merely switched topics.

“How did you find this place?” The orange tulip had been dismantled, and the deity moved to fiddle with Dream’s axe instead. Dream watched him easily handle the weapon as though it were a small twig.

The wording of the question caught his attention, pairing with the god’s previous claim and sparking a fire of curiosity within him.

‘This place.’

To Dream this indicated some sort of significance to the clearing.

“I don’t know, I just ran.” He shrugged, watching curiously as XD’s gait appeared to freeze; their fiddling stopped and their gaze lifted up to stare past him into the dark oak biome like before. Intriguingly, their worry seemed to have returned.

“Why?” Dream asked, turning to scan the edges of the forest’s border in case there was someone or something lurking there. He couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, maybe a few more mushrooms than he’d expect, but that was all. When he turned back, the god was focused on him instead. He shifted under their gaze.

“No reason.” They claimed. Dream eyed him suspiciously. It sounded very much like a lie. He decided to pry further.

“You keep looking over there… Is there something in there?”

It was intriguing to watch a being as inhuman as XD portray such human reactions. Dream watched the god hesitate at his question. Their shoulders rolled with the obvious pressure of keeping a secret, and his axe was promptly replaced back down into the grass.

“..No…”

Curiosity surged through Dream’s veins. His lips twitched into an amused smirk.

“You’re lying!” He pointed out, shuffling himself up onto his knees to face the good square on.

“I’m not!”

Dream couldn’t help but laugh, they just sounded so flabbergasted.

“Aren’t you like— a god or something? Shouldn’t you be able to keep secrets??” The god huffed at the call-out. Dream ignored him. “What’s in the dark oak forest?”

“Nothing!” Dream raised an eyebrow, he’d never seen XD so squirmy.

He decided to push the god further, allowing himself to stand and turn himself towards the forest again. The deity acted as he felt he would, whooshing their way into his vision to block his view. Dream dodged around him, expecting the reaction, and found himself to laugh at the god’s yell of dismay.

“You’re hiding something!” He yipped, making a break for the dark oak’s borders. Along with XD’s ability to coax out Dream’s most deepest vulnerabilities, he also apparently had the ability to inject giddy curiosity into his veins.

The whoosh of XD’s cloak appeared again, this time engulfing Dream in its fabric before he had a chance to dodge around it

“No! Let me see!!” Dream yelped. His heart fluttered with excitement, parting his lips into a giddy smile. There was something in the dark oak forest, there was just no way that there wasn’t! He giggled as the god hissed out his disapproval.

“It’s not for humans. No one is supposed to be able to find this place.” The god’s arms adjusted around Dream, blocking any wriggly escape attempts with a replenishing wall of fabric.

“Supposed to?” Once again the wording caught Dream’s attention. The cloak had muffled his voice but had done nothing to dampen his curiosity. “Does that mean that somebody has already found it?”

A beat of silence from the god caused Dream’s smile to triple in width. The reaction was enough to quench his query, and he went back to batting and wading through his fabric prison.

It was a hopeless process.

“You are asking, a lot of questions...” The god growled, slowly. Their arms tightened around Dream’s waist, stilling his squirming entirely.

The warning tone in his voice could not have been more clear, leading Dream to believe he was on the right track with his prying. All common sense and caution had been lost to the impulsivity of his adrenaline. “So I take that as a yes?”

Another low, irritated growl rumbled out from behind him. Dream chuckled, tilting his head up and providing XD with a victorious smile. It was fascinating to watch the clear signs of frustration play out on XD’s face, despite it being mostly hidden by his mask. Dream was able to paint a vivid picture of what his full expressions may look like based on just the pout that twisted his lips; they were well and truly peeved.

“It’s too easy~” He teased. XD bared his teeth into a snarl, a much firmer warning. Dream supplied a cheeky grin in return, but he felt his heart pound when the god’s snarl crept its way up into a smile; a slow creeping, mischievous smile.

“You’re a lot more spritely out here than you were cooped up in that cell.” They observed, a sudden smoothness and venom to their tone. Dream gasped as the hands around his waist suddenly stirred, shuffling beneath the deity’s cloak and latching themselves onto his sides. His common sense made a quick return, pushing its way back into control and immediately barking out warnings to his nervous system.

“W-wahAIt NO!!” He yelped, twisting amongst his cloak-prison. Any misplaced confidence was promptly chased away by new spikes of panic; though the giddy excitement circuiting his bloodstream remained. Together, the feelings collected and combined in his stomach, fluttering around clumsily like a newly hatched phoenix, before climbing up and out of his throat in the form of panicked, bubbly giggles.

“Usually you’re so sad and mopey.” The god continued over Dream’s emerging laughter, taunting him with the calmness in his tone. He drew circles into Dream’s sides, moving up and down the muscles despite the boy’s kicks and squirms.

“But now you’re so chipper!”

“NOhoho!! StAHAp!!”

“Wouldn’t you agree, Dreamie?” Dream’s laughter hiccuped as XD’s hands moved up to his ribs, stamping his feet into the grassy ground and scrunching up his shoulders as their playful growl rumbled through him.

“StAHAp!! Ohohobiviously!!” He whined, prying and clawing at the shape of their hands.

In hindsight, this form of retaliation from the god should have been better anticipated; Dream had of course never not been reduced to a giggly mess after each one of XD’s previous visits. He had been naive to challenge them, and he knew all too well that escaping the god was always a hopeless process, especially now that he was working with an exhausted body and giddy mind.

“You’re also much more sassy.”

Dream doubled over as the god’s fingers began climbing up his ribcage, trembling and squeaking as they kneaded and teased each bone.

“Nohoho Ihihi—!!”

“Still just as adorable though.”

Dream shook his head, quickly succumbing to the burn of his growing blush. Along with being impossible to escape, the god also had a certain way with his words that left Dream writhing. Their creeping squeezes and teasy comments moved faster than his tired brain could ever keep up with. It was simply impossible to console himself. He collected up two fistfuls of fabric and buried his face into them.

“Ehehehex Dehehehe…” He whined.

“And still just as ticklish.” A muffled protest was thrown into his cloak burrow.

“STA-hahaP! Ihih’m NOHOT!!” Dream cried. He hated that word. Hot fluster-borne tears gathered in his eyes as his skin prickled with chilling embarrassment. He slid down in XD’s hold, buckling at the knees and pressing his face further into his green haven.

“Ohhh, it’s too easy…” XD mocked, continuing their crawling journey up his ribcage. Their hold loosened around Dream’s waist, apparently taking pity on the ex-prisoner’s fluster, and allowing him some wiggle room.

Dream made no hesitation in abusing the deity’s gesture.

The second he felt XD’s hold relax, he re-engaged his squirming; kicking, prying, leaping and bouncing with any ounce of energy that he could muster up. Until finally, he was free.

“YES!!” He cried, tittering madly to himself as he scampered his way towards the dark oak’s border’s again. His heart raced in his chest, pounding excitedly at the thought of XD chasing him down. He hadn’t felt this sort of playful adrenaline in such a long time; not since before L’manburg. It felt as though he had been struck by lightning, like his brain was charged with childish curiosity and innocence. He couldn’t stop giggling.

His adrenaline carried him only a chunk or so before the burn of exhaustion swelled in his legs again, then it was only a few more blocks after that that his brief getaway was brought to its inevitable end. Two cloaked arms wrapped around his waist, engulfing him with familiar forest green, and lifting him from the ground. Before Dream could even think to fight his way free, or yelp out a protest, the world around him twirled.

Suddenly, he was looking at the dark oak biome from a new perspective, with a sky of tulips above his head, and a stretching sea of blue at his feet. He craned his neck up, only to find DreamXD’s signature, menacing grin staring back down at him; from in between his thighs…

“NoHO!!” He cried, letting out uncontrollable titters out at the sight. His legs were slung over the deity’s shoulders, and he was pinned down at his thighs by two large, clawed hands. The deity’s head rested in between, and their lower set of arms wrapped around Dream’s waist to keep him extra steady. Butterflies swarmed inside Dream’s stomach, and his head spun as he attempted to orientate himself.

“You really want to know what’s in there?” DreamXD mused, dragging long nails up and down Dream’s thighs.

Dream gasped, holding his breath to stifle his reactions. The god's claws were way out of his reach, and yet he still attempted to swing himself up to bat at them to defend himself. He was quickly broken into breathy, panicked giggles, which apparently prompted the deity’s hands to increase their pressure. The hands switched from tracing to squeezing, latching onto Dream’s thighs and massaging at his tired muscles.

“NahAHAha!! Fuhuhuhuck youhuhuhu!!” Dream cried, throwing his head back into free flowing cackles. He clawed at the hands around his waist as compensation for not being able to reach his thighs.

“Ohhhh fuck me??” The deity challenged. Dream squealed when their hands moved to taser at his inner thighs. “And to think that I was trying to protect you!!”

“EHEhEX DEHE!!”

“Maybe I will have to send you there after all!!” Dream shook his head. It didn’t matter how much he kicked, he wasn’t able to move his thighs in the slightest.

“Juhuhust tEHELl mehe whahat’s iN thehehere!!”

“Mm I don’t know if I should~” The deity crooned. “It’s not safe for mortals, like you!” His fingers moved down to tap and squeeze at Dream’s hip bones. Dream began squeaking through his laughter.

“Whyhyhy..?” He hiccuped, shaking his head again in an attempt to clear some of his brain fog. He felt dizzy and light, almost as though he were resting on clouds.

“It’s full of monsters!” XD hissed, snarling his answer in a playful whisper. “Monsters that were created to gobble up meddling mortals like you!”

Dream let out a squeal as the deity’s lower hands suddenly unwrapped themselves and scuttled up his sides. He yelped and yipped, battling with the delighted terror in his stomach. The lower set of arms left him with enough freedom to twist and swing, but the new firmer hold on his thighs still kept him from falling.

“NAHAhHaha!! I cahan tahahake thehehem! Juhuhust let me gohoho!!”

“Ohhh you wouldn’t stand a chance!!”

Dream screamed as the god moved his scuttling around to his stomach, showering the sensitive area with unpredictable spidering.

“You’re just far too ticklish to win against a tickle monster.”

“XD!!” Dream yelled, bucking his hips in a wild panic. His stomach fluttered and flustered under the soft touch, burning itself up into a hot lava mess and oozing its way down to his neck and cheeks. “YOU’RE LYING!”

“And the tickle monsters love ticklish little snacks like you!”

“NOHO!!” He wailed.

His body fell back limp against XD’s, losing himself to waves of laughter, and strings of incoherent babbles. He pried at the god’s hands but it hardly made a difference in their attack.

Once the hands found their way beneath Dream’s prison shirt and onto his bare skin, Dream truly felt that he had been teleported into the clouds. His skin fluttered and jumped at every scritch and scratch from the god, leaving behind an army of goosebumps and shivers each time. Mirthful tears in his eyes made the dark oak forest look like a painting, washed and abstract, and he could feel that his cheeks and stomach were as hot as the nether.

“Soooo flustered!” The god crooned. He loosened his hold around Dream’s thighs, letting him slide down towards the waving flower field below, and stilling his skittering fingers. “The monsters will be most pleased!”

Dream immediately covered his face with a whine, muffling untameable titters into the palms of his hands. He wanted so desperately to curl up, but his body was feeling far too weak and fluffy to obey any of his orders.

Flowers and grass stems greeted him with playful kisses and whispers once he was fully lowered into their grasp. He giggled and squirmed amongst them, completely lost and overcome by his heightened sensitivity. The god followed him down, looming over him and making Dream squeak and yelp at the shadow he created.

“Dreamie, Dreamie, Dreamie...” He sighed, grinning wildly when the boy squeaked at that as well. “What am I going to do with you?”

Dream peaked out from behind his hands, huffing and puffing amongst his nerves. It was ironically the most alive and grounded that he had felt in a long time, despite his floaty state.

“Lehehet mehe gohoho?” He suggested, cheekily. He couldn’t help himself.

“Hmmm.” The deity hummed, clearly in feigned thought. Dream giggled at that too, overcome by childish energy. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give myself a little taster before I send you off there…”

Dream’s eyes widened as the deity’s grin did, watching in disbelief as they opened their mouth to reveal their fangs growing and sharpening right before his eyes.

“Youhuhur— youhuhur, youhuhur—!” He squeaked. His heart thumped wildly and excitedly in his chest. “Whaha—whahat??”

“Just a little nibble.” They explained, before diving down closer to Dream. They buried themselves into the startled boy’s neck, and began grazing his teeth over the skin there.

Dream screamed, not just from the shock of the movement, but from the sheer panic that XD was actually going to bite him.

“NAAHAHA EHEHEX DEHEHE!!!” He wailed, thrashing wildly beneath the god’s large body. Somehow, their teeth didn’t hurt in the slightest, but they did tickle. A whole lot.

Dream, was thrown into immediate hysterics, scrunching his shoulders up and pushing desperately at XD’s shoulders. He swore that he could feel each tooth nipping at the meat of his neck, grazing the sensitive area with the perfect amount of pressure to drive him insane. He arched his back, scuffing his boots into the grassy earth and cackling wildly like he had never done so before.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” He cried, trying his darndest to wriggle and squirm away from the unbelievable feeling. The god hummed into his neck, causing Dream to yelp and scream at the buzzing feeling that it left behind. They moved up from the meaty muscles of his trapezium onto the softer skin on the side of his neck. Dream wheezed and thumped his fist into XD’s back.

It was only a few moments after the change of spots that XD apparently decided that Dream had had enough, and he pulled himself away to let the boy recover.

A blinding warmth replaced the deity’s shadow once they moved to sit in the flower field beside Dream. It cradled him in a soothing halo, and Dream didn't argue with its demand for him to keep his eyes closed, focusing on the swirling colours that danced around in the backs of his eyelids.

His skin tingled all over, lighting the fire that kept his giggles alive and bubbling, but also joining forces with the sun and smothering Dream in a comforting blanket of warmth. He felt safe, cozy. He could feel the gentle touches of the flower field around him, reminding him that he was being watched over. He leant into their brushes and sweeps, still giggling to himself and managing to scrunch when a curious tulip dipped down to check in on his neck.

“Plehe-ehehease..!!” He tittered, not really to anyone in particular. He felt dazed, blissed out, and more free than he had ever felt before.

Eventually his breathing calmed down enough for his giggles to die out, leaving him only with a huge smile. He opened his eyes to take in the blue sky above him, adoring the feeling of crisp forest air in his lungs. He wished he could feel this way forever.

“George is in there.”

XD’s voice startled Dream enough to make him jump. He snapped his head around to address the deity.

“Wh-hat.” He cleared his throat. “What did you say?”

“George.” The deity said again. He nodded his head towards the dark oak biome.

Dream sat up, following the god’s gaze out across the dark oak borders. The cogs in his brain grinded and churned, trying to understand what the deity meant, until suddenly he was swarmed with flashes of memories, reminding him of the night that XD had actually brought him to see George.

Was this the same dark oak forest??

“No one is supposed to be able to find it.” The deity explained, fiddling with a grass stem. “But you did.” He looked up to address Dream. Dream looked back to the forest again.

George.

“He’s ready to see you now. If you would like.” The god’s offer was gentle, soothing. He had lost much of his echoed voice and his tone made Dream feel warm and welcomed.

He nodded his head, slowly. XD visibly lit up at his agreeance. Dream couldn’t help but smile.

He allowed for the deity to pick him up, clinging onto soft green fabric as he was maneuvered into a cradle. His aching muscles wasted no time in melting into the god’s arms, and his lungs were quick to time their compressions to the thumping of his heart. The exhaustion that Dream had been trying to fight off so badly finally had the chance to catch up to him. His eyelids drooped under its pull, and his hands loosened their grip around the deity’s comforting fabric.

The pair didn’t even reach the dark oak’s border before sleep found its way to Dream, wrapping him in a cocoon of bliss, warmth and familiarity. He truly was finally free.

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so happy that i’ve finally finished this one. i’ve been working so much on it :D

#thank you again for being so patient with me :((#fluffallamaful fics #lee!dream #ler!dreamXD #ler!XD #ticklish!dream #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #tickle fic #llamas poll fics

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How I Feel About You

Picture lightly edited by me.

Pairing: Josh Washington x Fem!Reader Description: Josh finds out that you doubt his love for you and decides to prove you wrong in a way that you never expected he would... Warnings: Fluff, Reader Is Insecure, Josh Is Sweeter Than Sugar. Word Count: 1k A/N: Fic #1 of the Until Dawn Poll Fic Challenge! I hope you guys enjoy it! 😃🖤 Josh's MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, @raven-the-cryptid, and @imahyperfixatedbitch. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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"I love you."

Josh's words seemed genuine, but I was never really certain if they were. Sure, he told me every chance he got and his actions told me so as well, but I had been screwed over so many times — so many people had told me that they loved me, and then just walked away.

Josh never noticed my concern until now — after those three words were spoken from his lips and I had stayed silent, lost in my thoughts and not even acknowledging his presence in the room.

"Are you ok?"

I came back to reality to see a very concerned Josh, staring down at me with such worry in his eyes. I had always said it back to him, because I did love him very much. So no wonder he was worried when I didn't respond. I let out a non-convincing chuckle to cover up my worries and doubts.

"Of course, I am." I assured him with a take smile. "I was just thinking."

"What about?"

Of course, Josh had to be his nosy self. But I could still see the look of concern within his light green orbs, so I was not surprised that he kept pushing.

"Just—" I hesitated to speak for a moment, wondering if I should tell him the truth or lie. Worried that what was bothering me would anger or upset him, I decided to go with the latter. "Things..."

"What things?" He pried. The worry in his eyes only grew more when I wouldn't elaborate on my thoughts.

"I..." I felt a lump grow in my throat, stopping any words from coming to the surface. But I knew that he wouldn't drop this so easily, so I decided to let my guard down for the first time ever and tell him what was truly on my mind. "Do you really love me?"

The look on his face was one of shock. His eyes blew wide and his mouth fell ajar. It was as if I had just asked him the dumbest thing ever — which made me feel like the dumbest person ever, despite still having those feelings of doubt deep within me.

"Of course, I do!" He assured me as he took a few steps closer to me, taking my small hands in his large ones and looking me deep in the eyes as if to speak with his own. "You're my everything, sweetheart!"

Though his eyes beamed with love and adoration and his words sounded genuine and true, I couldn't fully believe him. I wished I could. I just... Couldn't.

"C–Can you prove it?" I asked hesitantly — not wanting to piss him off nor push him away.

But to my surprise, he just smiled warmly and nodded.

"Close your eyes." He ordered in the softest tone I had ever heard him speak.

I did as I was asked, letting my eyes fall shut. Though I had my eyes closed, all of my other senses were heightened. I felt Josh let go of my hands and slowly walk away from me. A sudden feeling of loneliness washed over me until I felt him wrap his arms around me from behind — his chest pressing against my back as he draped himself over me like a blanket and encased me in his warmth. I couldn't help but melt into his sweet embrace as he squeezed me firmly, but gently at the same time.

"What do you feel?" He asked in a tone that sounded so serious and in a voice that was a barely audible whisper.

I thought for a minute, letting all of my current feelings come from my mind and surface to my lips to speak them in words. I let out a soft breath while letting myself fully relax, before speaking my mind.

"I feel... Warmth... Safe... Comforted... Happy..." The more feelings I listed off, the easier the words slipped off my tongue — like raindrop slipping off glass. "Serenity, contentment, gratefulness... Love..."

My voice dropped softer on that last word — "Love". And I meant it — I loved him more than anything in the world; he was my everything, and I couldn't stand the idea of losing him. It would be like ripping away the very part of me that made me human — the very part of me that kept me alive. Me being without Josh would be like a flower without the sun, a sky without the stars, a heart without a beat.

Josh stayed silent for a moment but then I felt him lean down slightly until his lips were just barely touching my ear — his breath brushing its shell like a nice breeze grazing a seashell on a California beach in the evening — gentle — as though not to disturb it in any way.

"Those are just a few of the words that describe how you make me feel." He whispered so softly, I wasn't sure if it was the octave of his voice or the words he spoke that brought the tears to my eyes. But once I noticed that they were there, they were already falling down my cheeks.

I turned around in his caring grasp, to see him staring down at me with so much love in his eyes. He brought one of his hands up to gently caress my cheek, before carefully planting a soft kiss on my lips. All of his touches were so gentle, as if he was handling fine glass. I had never felt so much love and compassion in my entire life from anybody.

As if it all hit me like a wild tsunami, I burst out crying, burying my face in his chest as I let out all of the pain and insecurities — that I had held in for years — before him. He held me close to his chest, whispering the sweetest words to could muster to me. But there was only one thing that my broken mind could comprehend:

"I love you, (Y/N) — I love you so much and I'll never stop."

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#until dawn #until dawn josh #josh washington #josh washington x reader #josh washington fluff #KassieUntilDawnFanFics #UntilDawnPollFicChallenge

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thirsty-boba-fett-posts · 1 year

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Part III of Bounty of the Desert - see Masterlist for previous installments

Based on the results of THIS VERY SCIENTIFIC POLL, readers chosen a name for Fruit Merchant Princess - y’all have dubbed her Mor Halcorr. Henceforth she shall be referred to by her first name instead of just she/her, greatly improving the quality of my prose.

tw: smut because these two idiots can’t flirt circles around each other forever

It’s 5:30am and I don’t feel like proofreading.

If pressed, Boba Fett would admit that she was certainly comely but that it her relationship to the Tuskens came as no surprise - Mor was, after all, a pleasant, unassuming girl with a friendly, open face who grew up on The Dune Sea. The Tuskens were notorious for their hostility towards outsiders, but had been known to develop informal handshake trade agreements with individuals or smaller parties.

If pressed, he would refer to her as a sweet but unremarkable girl, but be careful to add that she’d be a fine addition to any of the wealthy merchant (or crime) families on Tatooine.

If pressed, he would express admonishment at her mother for keeping Mor at the fruit stand when she’d proven that she was perfectly capable of handling herself at the palace on Tribute Day. Porglettes can’t stay in the nest forever. Not that Bayata should get any ideas, but he wouldn’t mind seeing her at the formal meeting of the guild heads.

He would not under any circumstances that didn’t involve a few rounds of strong Corellian whiskey admit that he was utterly infatuated with her - that when Mor’s clear, bright eyes found him in the market as she absentmindedly sipped black melon milk (from a straw, no less) that he could not stop himself from smiling warmly at her and signing a Tusken greeting, which she always returned. As the Daimyo of Mos Espa in the middle of a steadily heating conflict with the Pykes, he had little room in his day for anything but political machinations and violence, but were she to show any interest, he would spring his little porglette from her parents’ fruit stall and start every Tribute Day by bending her over the arm of his throne.

…

It was Boonta’s Eve and citizens of Mos Espa, although no longer laboring under the yoke of a Hutt, were generally not the kind of people who turn down a halfway decent excuse to have a good time. The Sanctuary was so busy that the part spilled out into the street where revelers threw dice and danced to buskers with more enthusiasm than musical talent.

Bayata and Iakor were making the rounds and dragging their truculent daughter along with them. Boba Fett was reluctantly gladhanding with out-of-towners and off-worlders-when Mor managed to catch his eye from the bar.

“Rescue me,” she signed in Tusken, nodding her head towards her mother who was just about to introduce her to some prominent looking gentleman and his lanky, knobby looking son.

The little porglette wanted him to bail her out, he thought.

“You’ll owe me,” he signed.

“Anything,” she signed back urgently before her attention was pulled away by the niceties of introductions.

Ah well, now he had her.

…

“Lord Fett! So good to see you!” Bayata nearly squealed when she saw him approaching.

“It’s good to see you enjoying the festivities, Bayata, but if you don’t mind - I have business with your daughter,” Boba replied, striking the perfect balance between appropriately jovial and nonchalant.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise and delight. Ever the opportunist, thought Boba.

“Thank you,” Mor signed discreetly behind her mother’s back.

“Of course, Lord Fett! She’s all yours!”

Boba Fett held out his arm and Mor took it with a guilty smirk.

He steered her towards one of the large verandas, stopping on the way to order them both drinks. The veranda was quiet and Mor seemed visibly relieved now that he had the opportunity to get a good look at her. She exhaled a deep sigh and closed her eyes as a cool breeze blew in from The Dune Sea.

“You don’t seem at all keen to settle down with any of the fine young men your mother has in mind for you,” he observed.

“Did that gangly womp rat look like a ‘fine young man’ to you?” she asked.

He chortled heartily.

“Thank you for rescuing me and giving my mother some cud to chew,” she said, quite genuinely. “You’re better company than some stuffy politician’s son.”

“Oh am I?” he asked.

“Yes, of course. He looked about as much fun as a kowakian monkey-lizard living in a Hutt’s skinfolds.”

The comparison made him bellow with laughter.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, I’ll give you that Porglette!”

“PORGLETTE?” she exclaimed with mock indignation.

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A few glasses of dry tatooine white wine managed to file down some of Mor’s sharp edges and Boba, sensing the same vulnerability she’d displayed after coming back from trading with the Tuskens, offered her a soft place to land. She was such a prickly little porglette, but he knew she was just guarding her downy little porg belly from potential harm. He decided to be direct with her.

“Come back to the palace with me, porglette. Spend the night in my bed and let me show you what a man with experience can offer you.”

Her eyes widened and she gave the smallest gasp before placing both palms on the chest plate of his armor and resting her forehead on his shoulder.

“Yes please.”

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The two of them barely made it up the spiral stone stairs to Boba Fett’s private chambers. Boba shed is armor in between placing wet kisses at the junction between her neck and shoulders.

Once he had her on the bed caged between his powerful forearms and pinned under his pelvis with her legs wrapped around him, he paused and stroked her hair.

“Listen to me, little one. How about you stop all this foolishness and come live here at the palace.”

She understood what he meant - stop all this foolishness of dodging her mother, give in to her powerful attraction to the Daimyo, and live the life she was meant to with someone who understands her.

He could see the gears turning in Mor’s head and without thinking reached down between them to lovingly stroke her stomach. His little porglette was so worried about what would happen if she allowed herself to be resistless. She whined and pulled him close.

“You’ll take care of me?”

“That’s what I’m offering, mesh’la.”

“Yes, that’s what I want,” she said, burying her face in his shoulder.

He flipped them both over so that she was straddling him and slipped her dress over her head. She was soft and biddable under his hands and he wanted to give her every conceivable reason to continue to trust him.

He reached down between them and felt the wetness between her legs. She was ready for him.

She took the length of him in her hand and stroked tentatively. He rewarded her initiative by kissing her forehead and squeezing the back of her neck.

“You’re mine, aren’t you little porglette?”

“How much longer do you think you’ll be able to call me porglette and get away with it?”

He chuckled and slapped her ass. She yelped and giggled, then moaned as he began kneading the soft dimpled flesh of her butt cheeks.

“Put me inside of you and I’ll call you whatever you want, mesh’la.”

She did as she was told and as she sank down onto the hard, thick length of him they both moaned in unison. She needed a moment to adjust to his girth and he took the opportunity to run his hands up and down her thighs. She brought her body down to lay on his broad chest and he canted his hips to stay inside of her and he put his arms around her. He thought initially that she would want to set the pace of the encounter, but now she seemed to need something different.

“Do you want me to take control, little one?”

She nodded with the side of her face against his chest and tucked her arms under his shoulders.

He held her tightly and kissed the top of her head as he very slowly began moving inside of her. She sighed softly and relaxed against him. He took his time with her, thrusting at a leisurely pace and occasionally reaching down to knead one of her ass cheeks. She made delightful noises against his chest and he felt the desperate closeness of her orgasm building in her belly. The pace and strength of his thrusting increased and he held her face against his chest, kissing the top of her head and she came. He was not far behind and grunted as she squeezed ever last drop of cum out of him.

Knowing she would need reassurance afterwards, he pulled a soft bantha hide over them and held her tightly. She seemed to want to bury herself in his chest. For all her prickly sass, she was the same nervous girl he’d met on his first Tribute Day. He turned onto his side and tucked her into his body with her back to him. He moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck, and in response she squeezed his forearms.

“This is where you belong, little one.”

“I know, Daimyo.”

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WIP Poll Results, Part II

Hello, fam: I am back with more snips from the top choices in this WIP poll game. Last Wednesday was the Icemav second place snip, and today I bring you an excerpt from the third place Sambucky WIP, a follow-up for my Edge of Tomorrow AU, "Look Alive."

I first wrote this AU for Samtember, and I always hoped I would have a chance to come back and give it a Sambucky second half someday. Here are some next steps in that direction!

CW: references to temporary character deaths

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Finding the Winter Soldier turned out to be more complicated than Sam had expected.

Not quite “storm a beach that’s writhing with the murderous tentacles of a thousand pissed-off aliens” complicated, sure - but a tricky enough variation on the pattern that Sam still blew three resets trying to give Phillips and H-Squad the slip: locked up in solitary for ten hours before getting deployed to die again on the beach, shot for desertion by an overeager sergeant as he darted across the air strip, pulled under the wheels of a transport truck he tried to use for cover.

By the time he finally made it to the hangar where Barnes was training - standing in the middle of a spacious airplane bay the army had apparently refitted as a firing range for their favorite poster boy - Sam was feeling a little testy about the situation.

“You couldn’t have at least told me where to find you?” he called out.

Barnes finished firing off the final rounds from his rifle, catching three of the range’s whirling metal targets directly in their centers, and then he turned to look at Sam.

“Who the hell are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Following your vague-ass directions,” Sam shot back. “We meet, tomorrow, on the beach. You told me to come find you. You said I should say that it’s happening to me now, and that you shouldn’t blow another chance.”

Barnes’ eyes searched his face, his fingers flexing around the barrel of his rifle.

“The attack tomorrow,” he said. “It’s a trap?”

Sam felt his lips press together, his ears ringing with the zip and whir of Mimic arms in motion, the helpless rattle of machine-gun fire, the low thud of the missile hitting Barnes in the lower back, once, twice, a dozen times.

“It’s a massacre,” Sam confirmed.

Barnes swore, taking a slow breath before he slung his rifle over his back.

“Come with me.”

#mcu #sambucky #my wips #wip game #wip poll #thank you to everyone who participated!!!

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Mordeson Fanchild

Based on this post, especially on the latter as I kept thinking about it and decided to give more context to Mordecai and Benson’s precious child.

Warning: This post is a bit too long.

Introducing Nelson Tobin: Mordecai and Benson’s adopted child!

Toddler: Age 3 / Adult: Age 22

Rather than describing in the form I usually do, I chose to write about how Nelson became a part of their lives via fanfic style. In the end, I’ll exemplify some descriptions based on him in the usual headcanon format.

Enjoy!

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It was a chilly autumn day, detected by the wind which blew the many crunchy leaves throughout the lovely California streets.

A small bell echoed as the park manager and his tall slacker employer – covered in warm attire – left the well-known coffee shop, holding cardboard cups of delicious caffeine.

Mordecai joyously laughed, glancing at his phone and then back to his manager. A behavior that seemingly has been transpiring for a while, especially seen from the look on the gumball machine's face as he gazed numbly forward.

Most undoubtedly depleted and so done with him.

“C-C’mon, Ben! He turned himself in-into a p-pick- Ahahah~!! A pickle!! And he called himself pickle Rick!!”. He wheezed between joyful tears. “It’s the funniest shit ever! Even Margaret agreed with me!”.

The poor manager discharged a sigh. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry you…". He dryly pinpointed before sipping from his cup. "What is honestly my life?”.

Mordecai shrugged with a precious grin. “I mean, ya still got time to back out of this". He smooched his cheeks, followed by nudging his feathers on his metallic body. "Though I doubt you could escape my most amazing charm~ After all, you did say yes~!".

«Silence»

“Fair”.

Chuckles were heard between the two.

«CRAAAAAAASH»

Piercing alarms were given attention to in the far-off distance, resulting in both park staff members gasping in fright, unconsciously releasing the contents off their hands and spilling them all over the pavement. Mordecai was the first to inquire about where those unbearable noises were coming from as he climbed the nearest poll to take a better look. Only to be more astonished by the sight of smoke.

“Oh, shit!! Bro!! Someone just crashed their car over at St. Darius Street!!”. He shouted in hysteria, pointing in the direction of said smoke to prove to his love that he wasn't joking.

Benson’s eyes widened at that assertion, only to showcase a grim expression. "Jesus fucking Christ, I wouldn't be surprised this was the work of another drunk bastard!". Picking up his slacker's phone, he began dialing it. "C'mon!! Let's see how bad the damage is!".

Thus, the two sprinted off toward where the calamity arose.

When arriving, Benson was already too focused on speaking to the 911 operator, depicting the accident and where it occurred. Meanwhile, Mordecai felt fidgety. His focal point was locked onto the horrendous view demonstrated in front of him; two demolished cars in the middle of the road.

It seemed someone had collided with another car, judging by the heavy steam being released from the back of the one upside-down vehicle. The alarms of both automobiles were still screaming in roaring sounds to signify the severe damage that penetrated them. Shattered glass was also visible on the road, mainly originating from the windows. And worst yet, it seemed a fire was close to breaking out on the rear bumper of the victim's car.

Despite that, no passengers or drivers had vacated their respective vehicles yet.

It was so horrifying, but the blue jay couldn’t look away. Something within him just wasn’t allowing him.

Until he came to be frozen stiff because a nerve-racking racket was captured in his ears.

«Waaaaaaah!»

Mordecai’s pupils shrunk to pea size, feeling devastated at such a familiar sound.

Next to him, an oblivious Benson was nodding along to what the operator was rambling on to him. “O-Okay, just please hurry up! We’re not sure if there are any survivors, but we'll wait for the ambulance arriv- M-MORDECAI?!”. He anxiously yelled out, witnessing the jay dash off towards the crash site. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? GET BACK HERE, YOU IDIOT!!”.

The blue jay heard his future husband’s orders loud and clear, yet he ignored them as he squatted underneath the front hood of the car that was hit from behind. He squinted his eyes to take a closer look, only to be in a petrified state by what he witnessed inside.

“MORDECAI!! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!? GET OUT OF THERE!! YOU’RE GOING TO GET KILLED!!”. Barked a furious yet unnerve park manager, who was visibly seen shivering. “I SWEAR, IF YOU DO WHAT I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO DO, YOU ARE FUCKING FIRED AND DEAD TO ME!!”.

«Sir?? What is going on?? Did something happen?»

Soon after, numerous people were coming upon the area, as they also overheard the crash, then the ensued roars coming from the gumball machine. Everyone was stunned, as some made an effort to cry out to Mordecai to get away from the automobiles. And then there were the people who pulled out their phones and commenced filming the atrocity to post it on social media.

Nonetheless, Mordecai couldn’t stop now. He pushed his fears aside and dived into the car.

“MORDECAI!!”.

Benson was about to run after him but was surprised to feel his arms being hooked by pedestrians. They were pulling him in, knowing he would be roasted alive, just like what happened to the bird. The poor boss manager tried to escape their grasp as tears began leaking down his cheeks, yet he wasn’t strong enough. Until a boost of adrenaline came into contact in his bloodstream, giving him the strength to escape their grasp by elbowing his captors in the face.

Time moved gradually as a fierce Benson kept running towards the casualty site.

He was not going to lose the love of his life.

“IT’S GOING TO EXPLODE!!”.

Hearing a pedestrian holler that out loud, everyone ran away from the area, screaming in a panic state.

Except for Benson, who kept approaching.

However, witnessing someone escape the car caused him to lose his balance, not expecting such an out-of-nowhere scene. Ultimately, a feathered arm was wrapped around him as he felt his body being pushed, provoking him to fall backward, yet as he collapsed, he didn't suffer much damage.

«BOOOOOM»

Recoiling himself at such a loud explosion, he immediately held onto the person on top of him.

When the explosion vanished, the manager opened his anguished eyes, only to then be surprised to see who had saved him, as he noticed him covered in bruises and a few burn marks.

“M-Mordecai…”.

"Hey, Ben~ Miss me~?".

"Y-You-".

Without hesitation, Benson held him again, but this time it was more profound and much more lovingly. Sobs were exiting out of him, yet a gentle rub on his back and a kiss on his head were almost enough to soothe him.

“Y-You idiot… I-I thought I had lost you…”. He angrily muttered before pulling him close for a deep kiss, catching Mordecai off guard.

Yet, he didn’t complain.

When pulling away, Ben sighed. “D-Don’t ever do that again. You got that?! What were you even thinking, you moron??”.

Mordecai couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “S-Sorry, Ben, but I didn’t do it for the thrill!”. He slowly pointed down, revealing to be holding something in his arm. “I wasn't about to let this little one escape this world~!”.

Benson gasped at the revelation glimpsed in his very eyes; a two-year-old dark-skinned male human baby.

At first, he was amazed, but when he noticed the baby open his eyes and giggle with his arms wide open toward him, a soft smile spread to his cheeks. Slowly, he hovered his finger on top of him, only to feel overwhelmed that his tiny hand was grabbing it.

It was so adorable. Too precious.

Mordecai giggled at this tender moment, holding his love closer.

However, ambulances and police cars were heard rapidly approaching the scene before any of them could say something.

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Uff! Now, off we go to headcanons!

So, yes! I like the idea that Mordecai rescues Nelson in a terrible car crash where his biological parents and older sister are accidentally killed. While Mordecai is being treated, he and Nelson bond while Benson talks to the cops.

Mordecai extraordinarily does like the kid, and finding out he doesn’t have any other family members, he gets the idea that he and Benson should adopt him. Much to Benson’s dismay, worried this might be a bit too soon for them to have a child.

Until Benson looks down only to see little Nelson hug his leg while smiling and Mordecai showcasing puppy eyes.

And thus, Benson and Mordecai have a new member in the family!

At first, the two have problems handling their lives and a baby, but eventually, they get used to it, and the three become one unstoppable happy family!

Later on, they expand it to four members (+Mochi) by adopting another human girl called Jodie Dunwoody (Or Jo).

Toddler: Age 3

I'll talk about her in another post, cuz this is looking so looooooong.

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Now, more about Nelson!!

Now, I like the idea that Nelson grows up to have a little bit of both Benson’s and Mordecai’s personalities. He’s a perfectionist and a hard-working man, yet he always tends to get into trouble by fooling around, especially around his friends.

His biological parents were from Australia, where Nelson was born, but they moved to America shortly after.

The last name Tobin comes from his biological family, but Ben and Mordo never dared to change it.

At a young age, he called Benson mommy and Mordecai papa. Growing up, he began calling them dad and pops, respectively.

His relationship with his younger sister was bumpy initially, but then he started enjoying the idea of being an older brother. Protecting, playing, and generally having someone to help him commit pranks. And if someone dared to hurt his sister, he would never hesitate to charge at them to the point that it would lead him to trouble at school. Later, somehow the roles reversed because Jodie started being the most protective between the two.

Ben and Mordo gave him the nickname Noo-Noo, based on this guy 👇

Nelson loved to watch Teletubbies, and the vacuum was his fav character. And even as an adult, they tend to call him Noo-Noo for teasing reasons or because it's a common thing for them. Depending on his feelings, Nelson will be okay, get embarrassed, or get angry at that silly nickname.

For obvious reasons, Nelson became aware that he was adopted at a very young age. In truth, he doesn’t care that his parents aren’t human, or even that one is a gumball machine and the other a blue jay. However, other people always tend to annoy him with questions or insults. He simply brushes them off, paying no mind to them.

Later, he finds his group of male friends (6 guys: Simpson, Leo, Carl, Jaimy, Calvin, and Toby). One of whom he gains a massive crush over (which everyone knows, except Simpson, who is the guy he likes. Yes, he is that thick in the head). Unfortunately, Simpson simps over a girl (that does not like him back but values his friendship) whom Nelson doesn’t despise but is seriously jealous of. It even goes to the point that he blames this crush on his pops because he knows Mordecai used to be a simp too.

Ever since he started school, his bullies would call him the son of a gumball machine, and that term was carried out until his adult years. He also gets called that by people who personally know him, but Nelson despises that.

Oh, Nelson also has massive anger issues. And will kick anyone's asses, not caring that he might get hurt in the end.

He knows how to play guitar and the drums but is more talented in the latter.

Speaking of that, he and his friends have a band called the 'Blind Mice', which Benson doesn't like very much because he is anxious that Nelson will end up committing the same mistakes he did at his age (the whole being a musician and going on tour).

When it comes to the park staff, Benson despises leaving his son alone with Rigby and even Mordecai, fearing they might do something stupid or cause trouble that could harm Nelson. However, Nelson does like Rigby, even going as far as to call him his favorite uncle, which always results in Rigby crying.

Skips and Pops adore spending time with Nelson, while Muscle Man and Fives get awkward around him. Still, they like him but don't know how to behave in front of kids properly. Thomas plays with him for a short time, immediately handing him to his parents, Skips or Pops.

When he reached adulthood, Nelson started working in the park as a part-time job before managing a restaurant with Leo in a shopping mall.

And I think it's best we end it here! Sorry, if this post do be long xD

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Also quick question, wasn't it Abyss and Kiwi Black he also had a strong link to?

correct, it was probably tied to how they each had a power set slightly similar to his like abyss' which is tied to space alteration.

(while i was looking this up to be sure i read that abyss just got killed which is... sad because apparently it was the only way to solve an issue as he still couldn't control his powers. even after being on an island with other mutants and scientists for 3 years. dude is just unlucky)

Also a male writer being unfamiliar with female biology is par for the course in Marvel comics LOL.

oh believe me i know. but this just took every single one of the standard bad i was used to and blew it out of the water. like the panel where destiny is having nightcrawler... this now exists.

i- i don't even know where to start. the proportions are off (how long are destiny's femurs), the perspective is off (the must-wear-a-tie-on-the-job medical 'professional' they had is too far away from her to be of any help or see anything).

for the 22 hours this went on, they let her keep her glasses even tho she's blind and thus wouldn't need them in the first place as they serve no purpose and might become a nuisance real quick... (like the whole process makes you sweat and builds pressure on your head/face so glasses can get pretty uncomfortable). also they'd fall off/ slip from her face especially due to the labor position she's in...

because destiny is nearly sitting down on her hands and knees, slightly hunched over (instead of arched up), in actual pants while doing all of that. it becomes more jarring to see because fake-pregnant mystique next to her is in a more-practical-for-the occasion nightgown even tho she's not gonna deliver any baby any time soon

quick side note on the time taken here for the delivery : each pregnancy is different and complications do arise but destiny already had kids before so it should have gone smoother than what this story implies in both process and positioning besides the doc or mystique could have better advised her on the latter. (the writer might have accidentally leaned on the ' azazel's children are harder to deliver ' route too due to his poor knowledge on anything and in that case that's yet another common factor between nightcrawler and azazel's biological children...)

overall when you combine this panel with any medical knowledge you might have,

it just looks like nightcrawler came out of the wrong orifice okay ?

and if he supposedly came out of the right one, the only possible outcome to this poor attempt at that specific labor position is a dead baby nightcrawler as he would suffocate between destiny's legs before drawing his first breath... on the account of those damn pants

does destiny actually want this kid or is she deliberately dwindling his chances of survival before he's even out fr

Well you know they will have all important Street Brawls as part of the next Marvel Crossover event I'm sure. Marvel: Secret Street Brawls.

mystique just casually organizes encounters between specific heroes and villains after making a poll of "who do you wanna see fight" and "which street needs more wrecking" online then she films everything and updates it to cash in on some good old advert money. that's it, that's how the whole event should be about

It's like everything you're telling me gives me more reasons to never go back to reading Marvel. I felt like my tastes in story telling really matured after I started watching shows like Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul and reading and Watching Jojo's bizarre adventure. Maybe there's a reason why the best stories function with a beginning and an end and don't go on endlessly with too many cooks stirring the pot.

Like seriously wasting Abyss for what? Some storyline no one cares about? You know its interesting how you'll be one of the few people to point that out about how stupid the drawing of female anatomy is. Of course a lot of people just really like the "appearing progressive" angle that Marvel loves to do so they can sell a headline instead of putting thought into it, much like how they did when they decided Bobby should just be gay in such a contrived way like having Jean mindread him and tell him he's gay. Like they couldn't just have him explore his own sexuality? With his own feelings on how his relationships went and what genders he likes? Side note I really hate whenever someone criticises a story thats made to appear progressive gets lumped in with reactionary bigots as if whenever you write something with the intention of progressive you are absolutely free from criticism its just so childish really.

Honestly yeah they do need to just have Marvel Street Brawl be a thing and then they could also try to be deep about it like they did with AvX and pretend like there's this massive moral dilemma situation "Should we destroy this Street or not? That's a big problem and we need to answer it in 50 issues"

#Maz answers

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Oh you want big guns? I'll show you big guns.

“Can you believe how much time has passed since we first got together?” he reminisced. “Year and a half,” Clover said, ears twitching with nerves. “Feels like way more, I know.” “Actually, it feels like only yesterday,” Fenton said, smile widening as he looked to the man across from him with a gaze so full of warmth and adoration for its recipient. “I didn’t accidentally jump into Dr. Gearloose’s Time Tub without realizing it, did I?” A small jest, gaze turning to the table as his fingers toyed with his silverware while his smile remained. Clover gave him a weak, nerve-wracked smile, and then, before he could realize what he was saying, blurted out, “Do you want to get married?” And then, catching up to himself, “Fuck! No, wait. Shit. No.” He groaned and buried his face in his paws. “Sorry. I had this whole proposal planned out and went and blew it…” It took Fenton a moment to realize what had been said, only processing it once Clover began to lament his mistake, and he stared at him in realizing silence. …And then a smile broke out across his face. And he began to laugh, hands covering his beak as he tried to contain himself. A laugh so delighted and so full of unwavering love for the man before him. A laugh that was soon accompanied by tears of joy, a sign for him to reach into his pocket and pull out the small black box that he’d kept hidden. “Well…maybe we can make it even and I can spoil my plans ahead of time, too.” Clover stared, stunned, and snorted with suppressed laughter, and then buried his muzzle in his paws as more laughter bubbled out of him. “Oh my god. Did you really…” He laughed. “Wow. Okay. Um.” He might be frozen in shock- he’d had plans! Good ones!- but his tail was swishing wildly behind him. What deity had blessed him with someone so in sync with him that they’d even decided to propose at the same time? His brain caught up with him, and he smirked, chinhanding with an eyebrow waggle. “Well. Go on then. I asked. Now it’s your turn.” And the hand was back on his beak, his smile far too wide and his own little tail wagging with similar giddiness. No, no, collect yourself, Crackshell-Cabrera! Still smiling wide, he held the little box up and opened it to reveal a silver ring with a gorgeous emerald of deep-green. “Do you want to get married?”

Another laugh bubbled out of him- he just couldn’t maintain smooth for very long, not when he was so giddy. He slipped his own ring out of his coat pocket and opened it, revealing a white-gold ring with a garnet set in it. “Only if you’ll be the one to marry me.” Fenton’s laughter returned, and he couldn’t stop himself from rounding the table and giving the love of his life a kiss and embrace. “Of course I will!”

I continue to remain fair and unbiased in this poll, but OUGH. THE DOUBLE PROPOSAL SCENE. 🥺🥺

#Asks #certifiedwerewolf #Propaganda

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GUESS WHO BLEW A HORN WITH THE AIR FORCE ACADEMY DRUM AND BUGLE CORPS?

GUESS WHO BLEW A HORN WITH THE AIR FORCE ACADEMY DRUM AND BUGLE CORPS? - https://keywestlou.com/guess-who-blew-a-horn-with-the-air-force-academy-drum-and-bugle-corps/Key West has been the home of many talented persons. Gems in their own right. Steve Thompson one of such persons. Talented in many respects. An outstanding musician in his youthful days. Steve's story in his own words. In 1965 I was a sophomore at Ballard High School in Seattle, Washington when I received a call from the Air Force Academy Drum and Bugle Corps. They were performing in town and asked if I would like an audition. I had won several state championships on my horn. I played the baritone bugle. The Air Force Academy was the best drum and bugle corps in the country. I jumped at the chance. They liked how I blew the horn. They told me they would be in touch when I was ready to graduate. Upon graduating from high school in 1967, I received a letter to report to my recruiter between the 1st and 20th of September. I went in on the 19th. They told me I had to be at the Lackland Training Center in San Antonio, Texas by the 20th. The 20th was next day. They took me to the induction center and rapidly processed me through. The next day, the Air Force had me on a jet to basic training. The only advice I got was to just be a face in the crowd, don't let on I was getting special treatment and don't let on I already had orders for the Air Force Academy. I was 18 and being treated specially. I did as I was told. I was so happy to get to the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. There were only 33 horns in the corps and some were old enough to be my father. At the time the corps consisted of Air Force members, not cadets. It was years later that the system was changed and cadets made up the corps. It was a pleasure to play with such good musicians. I was promoted to sergeant my first year. Eighteen, my first year in the Air Force and promoted to sergeant! No question, they liked my playing. For the next two years, I traveled all over the country. We performed for Nixon's inauguration, Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade 1968, Disneyland, all the Air Force football games, graduations, and numerous Academy functions. Steve left the Air Force after 3 years and went to college. A significant move on his part. What he learned formed the basis for his successful taco business which followed. A story for another day. Tomorrow the big day. Mid term elections. Are the pollsters right or wrong? Their success factor has been one of diminishing accuracy over the years. I attribute such to the influx of far right monies into the polling process. I suspect the numbers were manipulated by some pollsters. This year's election will suggest whether I am right or wrong. If the polling numbers are not as have been advised along the way, there should be an investigation to determine why. Let the answer be correct and not one based on conjecture. The reason polling numbers cannot be permitted to be "rigged" is that many are influenced by them in the way they vote and if they vote at all. An election year and inflation a major issue. An aggravation for Biden as it has been for most Presidents over the years. Ronald Reagan described the problem well: "Inflation is as violent as a mugger, as frightening as an armed robber, and as deadly as a hit man." I tripped across a Milton Friedman quote that I am primarily sharing because of its humor. Though its accuracy cannot be questioned. Friedman was an American economist and statistician who said, "If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in 5 years there'd be a shortage of sand." Tom Brady returned! In yesterday's game against the Los Angeles Rams. He threw a touchdown pass with 9 seconds remaining in the game to enable Tampa to win 16-13. It was only a one yard pass. But.....It came with no time left and is what Brady does. Generally with the yardage more significant. It enabled Tampa to end a 3 game losing streak. Tampa's last win was 10/9. The basketball season officially begins for Syracuse tonight at 8. Syracuse opens the season against Lehigh at the Dome. It is early in the season and the game is considered of no consequence. It will not be televised. The game can be watched streamed on Twitter. Last season was one of Syracuse's worst. This year considered a rebuilding one for the Orange. Nevertheless, Syracuse should still beat Lehigh. Be well.

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The mainstream media keeps pushing inflation but they aren't telling you that the people paying for GOP political ads are the same corporations reporting record profits from price gouging. They don't tell you that their support comes from people who want to crash the economy, kill social security and medicare....."Biden started getting one thing after another passed. The price of gas came down. He pardoned thousands of marijuana users. He finally began forgiving student debt. Simultaneously, Republican candidates stopped pretending they weren’t white nationalists, the FBI raided Mar-a-Lago, and the Supreme Court stripped the rights away from the majority gender while expanding the power of the 2nd Amendment and telling the planet to go f**k itself.

And then the American people, as they usually do, started telling anyone who would listen — including the pollsters — that they wanted Democrats running the country. This sent shock waves through the establishment.

The country had collectively changed the channel and blew up the narrative.

But the mainstream media, instead of adapting, has doubled down, and is constantly trying to put these new pieces into the old puzzle. And that’s reason you’ve been subjected to so many stories this week saying that we're now gonna lose.

And the effect of this kind of reporting can be jarring — it can get inside the average American’s head and scramble it. You can start to feel deflated. You want to quit. You start believing that we liberals are a bunch of losers. And by thinking of ourselves this way, if you’re not careful, you begin to manifest the old narrative into existence.

But I’m here to tell you to stop, to pull you back from that ledge of despair because that won’t happen.

We don’t live in those times any more. The old folks who mostly voted for Republicans are gone, RIP. I loved a lot of them. But the others of their generation gave us war, segregation, and the destruction of the middle and working class. If you were 50 when you voted for Nixon, you’re dead now. If you were over 60 and voted for Reagan, you’re long gone, too.

Here is the real world we live in now: in the brief 14 years since Barack Obama was first elected, 56 million 17-year-olds have turned 18 and become eligible to vote. And since that day in 2008, they have set new voting records in election after election. In my state of Michigan alone, the youth vote more than doubled between the Midterms of 2014 and 2018. In fact, the only reason Obama won was because of youth vote. He won 66% of it. Get this: Obama lost every single white age demographic except for white youth. The majority of all white age groups over 30 voted for McCain. But the kids (and an overwhelming turnout from people of color and women) is what put Obama in the White House.

Has the white male-owned media bothered to share any of this with you lately?

The crap the media has put out in the last 48 hours! First on Sunday, CBS News issued this masterpiece of brilliance:

“DEMOCRATS’ MOMENTUM STALLS!”

Quoting from their own poll, they predicted that Republicans in the new Congress will have 13 more seats than the Democrats.

They then put in tiny type on the screen the disclaimer that their poll has an error rate of… wait for it!… plus or minus ELEVEN SEATS! Let me state the obvious: any poll that’s admitting it might be off by ELEVEN SEATS is not a poll!

Then yesterday morning came the paper of record, the esteemed New York Times, the same paper which on Election Day in 2016 told us in big bold type that Hilary was going to be elected President today. An “85% chance” that we’ll all be singing Hail to the Hillary by 11pm. They also added that there was only a 15% chance of Trump getting the electoral college votes he would need to win.

So yesterday the Times trumpeted their own poll they pay Siena College to conduct for them. They, too, said the Republicans were going to win the House. They also stated, with a straight face, that if the election were held today, Trump would win!

But for the Times it wasn’t so much the tricked up data they were publishing that was annoying, but rather it was the snarky writing. Allow me to peel the gentlemanly veneer off of their know-it-all tone and give you the blunt truth they wanted us to know.

Which was that women were all hysterical after the Supreme Court’s Roe decision at the end of June, but by September they had calmed down and come to their senses, no longer focused on the reproductive rights stripped from them, no longer all weepy and upset over the 19 dead children slaughtered in Uvalde, Texas, and their flighty little heads no longer spinning over the soon-to-be loss of our Democracy. No, by September they were filled only with their concern for the cost of a dozen eggs, the horror of possibly being killed by the crazed homeless and the nonwhite immigrants on the street, and the utter terror of temporary 8% inflation, the lowest in the industrialized world. "

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SMOKY | Haunted Halls

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blind! prince! Mingi x fem! reader x demon! Hongjoong

words: 1k+

warnings: death, suicide, witchcraft and demons

au: crown royal au

notes: this is the stories “true ending” but it has two alternate endings.

“your husband, Prince Mingi, was found dead in a poll of his own blood last night.”

the words rung like church bells in your ears. even now, as you walked the dark halls under the castle. you had 48 hours until the burial and public announcement.

the physician told you the full details.

“Prince Mingi was found in the west wing observatory, at approximately 3am, by Mr. Jongho. the butler stated he had heard a loud and forlornful meowing from the observatory, and had suspected the prince’s cat had perhaps gotten itself stuck. Prince Mingi was found in a pool of his own blood, a single stab wound through his abdomen. I can infer for almost certain that he was killed by a sword ran completely through from the front, with the tip of it exiting his back. this severed many critical arteries and organs, leading the prince to bleed to death.”

bleed to death.

Mingi had died, slowly, alone, helpless, and in agony.

the west wing observatory was a secluded part of the castle. it overlooked the capital town below, and offered a beautiful view of the night sky.

for many, dying in such a peaceful place may be preferable, however... Mingi was blind. never had he ever mentioned any interest in the observatory, and to your knowledge, he had never actually stepped foot there.

an odd place for him to die.

“Hongjoong!” you called the guard’s name harshly, marching up and taking him forcefully by the arm.

“oh~ my, where are you dragging me off to?” he wondered, not bothering to resist as you pulled him down a dimly lit hallway.

“the catacombs.” you replied.

a lantern was tied at your hip as you walked in step with the creature.

“tell me, do you know who killed my husband?” you asked, eyeing him from the corner of your vision. Hongjoong grinned, that horrible horrible smile.

“yes.”

“have you shared this information with anyone?”

“no.”

you signed, pulling loosely at the sleeves of your blouse. the chilly air doing little to ease your anxiety.

“if I may be so bold, little witch, why am I here?” he asked, his normal playful voice returning.

“having a demon in my home is a liability, however.” you came to a halt at a dead end.

a pattern of chock lay on the stone floor. unlit candles placed strategically around the symbol, one very familiar to Hongjoong.

“oh my~ you did all this for me? I'm flattered Your Highness~” Hongjoong’s voice cooed in a teasing tone, smile creeping back onto his face.

“you are a demon of war. summoned by the late King, who made a contract with you. that you would let our kingdom win our war in exchange for the life of his child. long before the late prince’s death.”

you stated, leaning down the begin lighting the candles.

“but, you waited, not taking the boy’s life as a child. you waited until he wed, waited until the king died, waited until there was peace within the kingdom. then you killed the prince and his princess, letting the two royal freaks take their place.”

you blew out the match, standing once more.

“have I missed anything?” you challenged him, raising one eyebrow.

Hongjoong let our a jolly laugh, clutching his stomach. “oh, you really think you have everything figured out? I thought you were smarter than that! smart enough to unravel your husband’s death, but still a silly witch after all~” his eyes glowed in the candle light.

“let me enlighten you.” every one of your candles went out, including the lantern at your belt.

the court was loud and frightening. outrage and confusion at the death of the crown prince. who killed him? was the murderer still in the castle? who would take his place?

Seonghwa was found 21 hours after you first received the news of your husbands death. his sword, still stained with blood was pierced into the ground below the large willow tree on the outskirts of the garden, just outside the canopy.

a gardener, a young man named San, shook like a leaf where he sat on a bench. you were gentle as you placed a blanket over his shoulders, asking him to relay his story one more time.

San’s voice shook as you crouched before him, hands gentle in his lap as you rubbed his knees comfortingly.

Seonghwa hung himself from the willows branches. he left no note, no goodbye, only his sword, Mingi’s dried blood still on the blade. San hiccuped slightly as he relayed the sight.

your loyal knight’s handsome face, tears still staining his cheeks, body limp as one of the willow’s branches.

you gave the court three months. it was announced to the kingdom, that the crown prince had been murdered, and his killer a rouge knight who committed suicide.

it didn't take long for your advisors to begin pestering you to chose a new husband, or forfeit the crown in grief.

“My Lady? please, you must eat.” Yeosang’s voice was sweet as ever, handing you a tart, begging you with his large gentle eyes.

“Yeosang, I have a confession to make... I have done something horrible...” your voice wavered in your throat, staring down at the tart in your hand.

“please My Lady, speak kindly of yourself. these tragedies are not your doing.” he cooed.

“Yeosang,” you turned to the young Duke. “what lengths would you be willing to go to... to be king?” you asked.

Yeosang jerked away with a start.

“would you sell your soul for it? make a deal with the devil? would you kill a man? kill two men?”

“M-My Lady I'm not sure what you are implying-”

“oh? you're not? I'm disappointed in you Yeosang.” shaking your head, you took a bite out of the tart. it was red and slimy in the middle.

you licked the scarlet jelly from the corners of your mouth, not breaking eye contact with the frightened Duke before you.

“Yeosang, will you marry me?”

the baby in your arms had hair the color of sunshine, it lay in loose curls around his head. eyes closed as he happily slept in his mothers arms.

“what an adorable creature.” Hongjoong’s voice held amusement as he looked over your shoulder at the sleeping child.

“he looks like his father.” you stated. Hongjoong chuckled darkly, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“and your orders, little witch?” he purrs, lips brushed against the shell of your ear. voice low and quite as not to wake the baby in your arms.

“kill King Yeosang. he is no longer of use to me.” as soon as the words left your mouth, a burning pain rose to the top of your spine.

“very well.” the demon behind you disappeared into the air.

every contract with a demon has consequences. your mother’s was you. your disease was incurable, a constant visual reminder of what she had done. so desperate to have a child when she shouldn't be capable. she twisted fate, and the scares of such lived in your skin.

the kings consequence was his first born son. no, not the prince who died at sea, the first born baby was... emptied by the demon. he had not a physical form, so he removed the child inside and crawled into his flesh. when he returned to the castle, the king was horrified by the face of his own son, now warped and twisted by the demon who lived within him.

Yeosang’s consequences was his own misjudgment. a shipwreck, the Duke of the Vally or the Duke of the Sea? Yeosang miscalculated. very well, he's a capable man, he’ll simply seduce the princess instead. and seduce you he did. however, lust for power is far greater than lust for flesh.

contracts and pacts work differently however.

you would not befall the same consequence as the others before you, for a queen is always the most powerful piece on the board.

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