cry you mercy

The Mercy

Thank you for blessing me with a lot of Colin Firth today.

May all the Oscars and awards be with you.

Critical Role: The End (For Now)

Wow. Ok. Wow. Nothing has ever made me cry for so long and so hard. Not funerals, not tragic reveals. This means so much for and has helped me through so much. When Laura and Taliesin said at least 5 names. Those are the 5 names of Vox Machina. When Sam said “I wish I could’ve done more” and how I shattered. The idea of the last adventure of Vox Machina actually being a two week ‘excursion’ to Pandemonium to save Grog’s soul without insane disappearing-from-existence stealth checks from Vax and him one shot-surprise attacking enemies with his twinnie. Everything. Kima asking where that fucker went, yet them never actually saying. The goodbye to the Raven Queen and Percy trying to save Vax. Vax taking his last level in Druid and walking away with Snowdrops at his heels. Vax embracing his mother. Percy missing his family and remembering how all he wanted was to be a clockmaker and then doing it. Pike and Galdric, sitting together for an hour, reflecting on life. And, of course, dear Keyleth, making her own Raven Tree, growing and cultivating it, spending time with the Raven that comes to her, maybe even dating (but probably not) someone else, and a long, long, long time from now, merging with the Raven Tree and becoming one with the land she needed to save oh so often. Thank you Vox Machina. Thank you so dearly.

If you have free time, read the Seerah of the Prophet ﷺ. Know who your messenger is, try to live the life he lived and grow to love him just as he loved you.

living with jungkook

- 10/10 gaming meme couple // angry game rampages

- lots of screaming at each other bc of the competitiveness when playing games and sometimes forgetting to eat because you’re gaming so much

- wii sports ftw always getting the gold in the wii olympics and jealous kook picking you up and slamming you onto the couch and tickling you until you cry for mercy

- white shirts;; white shirts every where // both of u like the yin and the yang with you and your black shirts and him with his 500 white shirts 

- having the most random competitions and setting rewards in order to get things done “the person who washes the dishes the fastest gets two hours of tv time” “does that include cuddling” “not if you don’t win” 

- him singing all the time; in the shower, before you sleep, on the toilet, when you’re watching tv, and you making fun of him by singing offtune really loudly every time he sings 

HARDCORE MONBEBE CHALLENGE

Made this challenge mostly for myself but feel free to reblog and do it. I will be doing about two to three per day for the month of June! If you’re planning to take this on too make sure to use your own gifs and do your best to credit the pictures you use. 

These questions can also just be used for “asks” by fellow Monbebe who are curious/want to get to know you better.

If you can’t understand the question I will also be adding links to my posts to use as sample answers!

I organized each question into categories but if you’re doing it chronologically like I did it below, they’re randomized so that there’s more variety each day. Have fun! Support Monsta X!

Don’t forget to tag #hardcoremonbebechallenge

  1. First impression of Monsta X (x)
  2. Favorite hairstyle/hair color on your favorite member (x)
  3. Favorite music video concept (x)
  4. One thing you appreciate about each member (x)
  5. Favorite key point dance move (x)
  6. Favorite Deokspatch X episode and favorite moment from it (x)
  7. Favorite random Deokspatch moment (x)
  8. One of your favorite CH. MX episodes (x)
  9. Favorite performance/stage of all time (x)
  10. Three big moments where your favorite member made you cry/you felt truly touched by him (x)
  11. That one member that’s not your favorite but you have a really big crush on (x)
  12. Favorite look for each member out of the music videos (x)
  13. Favorite song from each album (x)
  14. OTP and a favorite OTP moment (x)
  15. Why is your favorite era your favorite era? (x)
  16. Three of your favorite looks on your favorite member (x)
  17. Favorite dance practice video (x)
  18. Your top three favorite mini moments from “No Exit Broadcast” (x)
  19. BrOTP and a favorite BrOtp moment
  20. Favorite “No Mercy” performance
  21. Four favorite variety show activities (Ex. Kissing game, cushion game)
  22. If you had to choose one video to represent Monsta X, what would it be?
  23. Favorite underrated singing moments from each vocal
  24. Which member is your favorite and why?
  25. Random favorite looks for each member
  26. Funniest mini moment from “Right Now”
  27. Favorite shot/moment in each of the five music videos
  28. Choose a song to represent each member
  29. One of your favorite vlives
  30. Three favorite physical features of your favorite member
  31. Favorite stage outfit for each member during your choice of era
  32. First impression of each member
  33. Something special each member contributes to the group
  34. Three moments that made you cry during “No Mercy”
  35. Favorite moment where MX eat together
  36. Favorite underrated dance move
  37. Favorite Deokspatch X2 episode and favorite moment from it
  38. Favorite random Deokspatch moment
  39. Four things you have in common with your favorite member
  40. These three members together are a recipe for disaster
  41. These three members together are just so cool
  42. These three members  together are your favorite—your holy trinity
  43. Top three favorite raps
  44. Three most memorable moments from “No Mercy”
  45. Five favorite mini moments from “Monsta X-Ray”
  46. Five favorite big moments from “Monsta X-Ray”
  47. Which “loser” penalty would you choose to do between the following: Running shirtless into the cold ocean, staying at the hotel all day, eating stinky tofu, bungee jump from Macau tower, eating other restaurants’ food at Mcdonalds twice, running up and down stairs 30 times, writing the names of the members with your butts in public, dancing to SISTAR in the streets
  48. Favorite non-choreographed/impromptu dance
  49. Favorite episode concept from “Monsta X-Ray”
  50. Favorite dance formation
  51. Which chore would you rather have done during episodes 2 and 3 of “Monsta X-Ray”? Ex. Washing dishes, cleaning a horse stable, making kimchi etc.
  52. Favorite dance practice outfit of your favorite member
  53. Each member’s best self-cam video
  54. The sweetest moment during the daycare episode in “Monsta X-Ray”
  55. Favorite game to determine a winner from “Right Now”
  56. Favorite three personality traits of your favorite member
  57. The funniest Monsta X and BTOB activity during “Monsta X-Ray”
  58. Who is the best dancer?
  59. Who are you most like in the final episode of “Monsta X-Ray”—what would you have done with your free hour?
  60. That pair you just like to see together?
  61. Funniest big moment from “Right Now”
  62. Special clip that you could watch on loop forever
  63. You want a collaboration of these two members
  64. One habit your favorite member does that you really like
  65. The difference between Monsta X and other kpop groups
  66. How you found them
  67. The one main reason you support them
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Part Two, Chapter Seven; In the Days Between - Part Two.

This chapter explores Julia’s life in the future. Julia (aka Faith) has been separated from Claire in their journey thru the stones and arrives in 2007. A nurse at the hospital she is rushed to quickly takes responsibility for her, accepting her as her own child. Part Two finds us about two and a half years after Julia arrives in the future.

You can find previous chapters here.

New Years Eve, 2010; Boston, Massachusetts.
Nurse Katie Campbell

I hated parties like this. The only people I knew were the host and hostess, my cousin Michael and his wife Tiffany, and their immediate family. They were all occupied with their hosting roles, leaving me to float aimlessly from room to room in search of meaningful conversation.

Sitting in the corner of a plush sofa in the family room, I absently listened to the coverage of the ball drop events in New York City. All of the children had congregated here too, leaving me in ample company, albeit noisy. Julia adored her older cousins and had no interest in me. I could have left the state all together and I don’t think she would have cared, as long as I was back by bedtime.

The countdown clock read two hours to midnight. If I just stayed here and hid among the children, would anyone notice? A tall, dark haired man sat down on the other end of the couch and I mentally sighed. I’d have to find a new spot soon.

“You look like you’re having about as much fun as I am.” He commented. I turned and found him looking extraordinarily bored.

I cocked an eyebrow and raised my glass of wine, “I don’t know what you mean, I’m having the time of my life.”

A huge grin spread across his face, making me realize with a start just how handsome he was. There were worse people to crash my hideout.

“So, how do you know Michael and Tiffany?” Came the standard, safe question.

“He’s my cousin,” I answered for the fiftieth time tonight, “his father is my uncle.”

Recognition lit his face, “Ah, so you’re Katie.”

“And you would be?” I asked pointedly over the rim of my wine glass.

“Luke Murray, sorry.” He had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. “My son Max and I live across the street. Michael’s talked quite a bit about you.”

Ah, yes. The neighbor Tiffany tries to hook me up with every time we visit. According to her, we were perfect for each other.

I responded dryly, “And Tiffany about you.”

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent an electrical current up my spine.

So what if he’s attractive, Catherine Anne. He also has a kid and lives on a completely different continent. Ignore it.

“It seems they’ve been conspiring against us.” He commented.

“I would have used the word matchmaking, but conspiring works too.”

He grinned unabashedly, “You’re not quite what I imagined you’d be.”

I snorted, “Neither are you.”

Somehow I had always imagined an overweight, balding man in his forties, despite Tif’s gushing descriptions. Luke Murray was about as far from out of shape as a person could be. He wore a loose fitting shirt, but I could tell he hid abs of steel beneath. The jeans he wore could hide many a fault, but I would bet my life his calves would rival Hercules himself.

No chance, no way. Get a grip.

Julia ran past me squealing with glee as Jake, Michael’s middle child, chased her around the couch. She launched herself into Luke’s lap shouting, “Save me from the dragon, Prince Charming!”

Luke didn’t even flinch, but hoisted her over his shoulder as he stood and charged after the fire breathing beast. He skillfully set Julia down and tacked Jake in one fell swoop. The eight year old boy erupted into a fit of giggles as Luke tickled him.

“Let the princess go or I'll… I’ll…” he punted. Then, seized with an idea, held the squirming child upside down and shook him gently, looking very much like someone trying to empty a piggy bank of its coins. “Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll tickle you until you cry for mercy!”

Jake quickly surrendered, and he and Julia scurried off to join whatever game the other children were playing.

“Mike said you had a daughter, right?” Luke asked with a huge grin, and I found myself grinning right back as I nodded.

“She would be the fair maiden you just rescued,” I laughed.

His eyes grew wide with astonishment, “That adorable sweetheart is yours? She told me earlier that I was her Prince Charming because my shirt matched her eyes. Oh, and that she had extra shoes packed in case she loses one at the party tonight.”

“You should be flattered, she doesn’t pass that title out to just anybody,” I felt my cheeks grow warm. Prince Charming, indeed.

“I’m deeply flattered,” he assured me, placing a hand over his heart in over dramatic sincerity. “I’m just glad I’m not the one who has to tell her she can’t have a pony for Christmas.”

I laughed, thinking of the spoiled creature who lived at my brother’s house. “She already has one.”

“Hello again,” Luke said as he stepped into the doorway beside me.

I smiled in greeting. We had gone our separate ways to attend to our respective children in the last hour, but somehow both wound up back in the media room. “Still here?” I asked.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Max is a night owl and having the time of his life. Me, on the other hand…”

“I found Julia sound asleep in the corner of the laundry room with the dog.” I commented, shaking my head at the memory.

“Smart girl,” he chuckled.

She certainly had the right idea in disappearing. If our bed hadn’t been used as the coat depository, I would have vanished with her in tow long ago, claiming it was her bedtime. She may have protested, but, as she was the youngest child still in attendance, I didn’t think anyone would have thought much of it.

“Five minutes!” someone shouted drunkenly.

I sighed, “At least it’s almost midnight.”

The crowd in the media room was thick and Luke moved to let someone exit the room, looking after them in envy of their departure. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please,” I answered, all but shoving my glass into his hand.

Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the festive, holiday spirit, but the close proximity of a certain Luke Murray was doing strange things to my adrenaline levels. He stood beside me, leaning against the back wall of the room as we watched the final minutes of 2010 tick by. I was hypersensitive to the brush of his sleeve against my arm, the smell of his cologne, his nonverbal reactions to the people around us.

He tipped his head in my direction, commenting, “You know, it’s good luck to kiss a redhead on the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve.”

“You’re making that up,” I replied as my heart thundered violently in my chest.

He chuckled, “Maybe the redheaded part, but not the rest.”

I frantically tried to think of something witty to say, but before I could, the tv announced that it was ten seconds until midnight and the room around us got considerably louder.

Luke leaned closer and his breath tickled my ear as he asked, “May I?”

Nine, eight, seven…

I looked at him, breath catching in my throat. His face was wonderfully near mine, his eyes asking in such a way that I nodded without really realizing I had until his face drew closer still.

Six, five, four…

Slipping my arm between him and the wall, my hand rested in the curve of his lower back. Luke responded in kind and drew my body to his. He was wonderfully solid, his unwavering strength and concentration supported me in a way I’d never felt before.

Three…

Two…

Christmas Morning, 2013; Boston, Massachusetts

“Mooooooom, Max won’t share his candy!” Julia’s voice floated up the stairs.

“It’s not my fault you ate all of yours already!” The teenager responded, followed by loud footfalls in the living room below as Max presumably evaded his stepsister’s reach.

Luke groaned, pulling me closer. His words were jumbled and run together with sleep. “‘Mnotreadyforthis.”

Another volley sounded between the siblings and I grinned when Julia switched to Gaelic. I could hear them clatter up the stairs and braced myself for impact.

“Yeah, well, same to you!” Max shouted as the door to our bedroom flew open and Julia launched herself onto the bed. She scrambled over Luke to my side, scurrying under the blankets.

“Your hands are freezing!” I protested as she latched herself onto me.

The bed shifted again, less violently this time, as Max climbed aboard and began to poke her from the relative safety of the other side of the bed. Julia reared up, flinging the blankets off and sending an even colder blast of air into my warm cocoon. She lunged towards him and put just enough pressure on my abdomen to make the babe within me turn somersaults in complaint.

“Oof,” I groaned.

Julia froze, looking down at me in concern. “Did I hurt the baby?”

“No,” I answered, “but he isn’t overly pleased with being tackled this early in the morning.”

“Neither am I,” Luke said gruffly, peeking out of one eye.

“She!” Julia insisted, then patted my growing bump. “Sorry.”

Max grinned sheepishly but made no move to leave, echoing, “Sorry.”

“Go back down stairs and we’ll be there in a minute,” I pushed the eight and a half year old bulk off of me. They did so without complaint, leaving us alone once again.

I rolled onto my side and pressed myself against my husband, melting into him as he curved himself around me. His hands instinctively gravitated towards his child, whispering “Merry Christmas” to the both of us.

CRISOSTOMO
   were you lost to the mercy
   of the lake where your father’s remains lie?
   or are you out there, destined to fall to insanity?
   on a boat, with shrouded motives, blue spectacles. 

 ELIAS
   you want to see the light of the sun,
   and wish the country’s children greet it.
   but you will see it in its full splendor.
   in the dawn, by the tree, consumed in fire.

MARIA CLARA
   everything is gone. 
   hopes and dreams float down the river out to sea. 
   all is lost but a choice to destroy your life. 
   the top of the church, in the storm, a woman wails.

DAMASO
   but who was to blame? 
   you were never the enemy of the story. 
   you wanted what was best for her. 
   a distant town, on a bed, six feet under. 

SISA
   the earth sings to you 
   and they call you names because they cannot hear its song.
   where are they? where are they? 
   a pursuit, a cemetery, a cremation.

BASILIO
   she doesn’t know you, she’ll run away
   you cry for mercy
   but he begs for help and you let him go. 
   a mysterious man, a chest of gold, christmas eve.

TASIO
   they don’t know what knowledge you store
   and yet he comes to you for advice, 
   the naive child of the west. 
   on a hill, an unjust imprisonment, an incurable illness.

   some are destined to meet. 
   thirteen years.
   some are gone, but some survive. 
   let them live, let them live!

—  fates of the characters of noli me tangere

Solas:  Herald, a moment of your time?  And I would suggest soon as they have planned an encore.

Carver:  Nice mood lighting, Solas.  Very romantic.  But I’m just going to break your heart.

Solas:  Despite the jests, you have proven yourself capable.  Those that continue to follow look to you for guidance.  This burden of yours was never meant to be laid at your feet.  Corypheus has irrevocably changed your fate and the world’s.  Magister or no, you did not waver in his presence once; such bravery I have seen in the heroes of your legends during my journeys in the Fade.

Carver:   Eh. He’s not the first crazy mage I’ve dealt with. I mean, my brother sorta made me immune to a lot of mage idiocy.  And then there’s Anders… fuck.  You know, I trusted him?  I really believed he cared for us.  Sure, there were the manifestos he left stuffed in any crevice you left unguarded, the sodding prat. One day– BOOM– everything’s on fire, Chantry bits raining down on us, my brother crying– HE MADE GARRETT CRY.  So yeah.  Crazy mages and their stupid schemes: I’ve had enough.  I AM NOT GETTING BETRAYED BY ANOTHER MAGICAL IDIOT WANTING TO BLOW EVERYTHING UP TO MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER FOR THEMSELVES!  Arrrrgh.  Sorry.  You were saying?

Solas:  I– I should be going.  Have a pleasant evening, Herald.

anonymous asked:

Can you also explain the "goose" dialogue between Romeo and Mercutio? :)

I can indeed, though I confess it does feel odd, explaining jokes… Let’s start with the full passage:

MERCUTIO: Nay, if our wits run the wild goose chase, I am done, for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five. Was I with you there for the goose?

ROMEO: Thou wast never with me for anything, when thou wast not there for the goose.

MERCUTIO: I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.

ROMEO: Nay, good goose, bite not.

MERCUTIO: Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting, it is a most sharp sauce.

ROMEO: And is it not then well served in to a sweet goose?

MERCUTIO: O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad.

ROMEO: I stretch it out for that word ‘broad’ which, added to the goose, proves thee far and wide – a broad goose. (2.4.70-84)

A wild goose chase is a horse riding game where the person at the front gets to choose the course. Hence, it’s a directionless but high-speed game. Mercutio means that their joking is nonsense, it’s a kind of going after nothing. He mockingly surrenders – ‘I am done’ – reasoning that if the contest is a test of who’s more foolish, then Romeo will win, because Romeo is five times more foolish than he is, having more ‘goose’ (which means foolishness on account of the bird’s proverbial stupidity) in each of his five wits than he has in all five of his wits.

A small digression: the five wits were sometimes synonymous with the five senses, but more often refer to the inward wits that match the five senses. These were ‘common wit/reason’, ‘imagination’, ‘fantasy’, ‘estimation/intelligence’, and ‘memory’. It’s basically early modern psychology.

‘Was I with you there for the goose?’ is Mercutio asking Romeo if his reference to nonsense was spot on. Since they are playing a game of wits, the question is whether he scored with his goose joke. It might also have some hard to explain sexual meaning since ‘goose’ was also a slang term for women generally or prostitutes. Perhaps he’s trying to take the conversation back to Romeo’s activities the night before. 

Romeo’s response takes both these meanings to imply that when Mercutio is with him, it’s always either to do with nonsense/foolishness or women. Mercutio seems to like this response but is slightly annoyed. His threat to bite Romeo’s ear is simultaneously affectionate and violent. Romeo registers the not very threatening threat and uses a proverbial phrase, ‘good goose, don’t bite’, which was used as a joke cry for mercy when you faced an inferior opponent. The clever thing is that it continues the goose jokes.

A ‘sweeting’ is a type of apple which was used as a term of endearment. Mercutio once again shows his affection for Romeo but says that the sweetness of the apple (Romeo) is made bitter by Romeo’s tart wit. But the main joke is that apple sauce was a traditional condiment for cooked goose meat. Romeo’s reply puns on this idea by using the proverb ‘sweet meat must have sour sauce’, but with a sexual innuendo on ‘sharp sauce’, which might mean ‘semen’ especially in relation to the ‘sweet goose’ in the sense of a prostitute. The choice phrasing of ‘served in’ rather than ‘served on’ supports this reading.

The playful use of proverbs continues with Mercutio’s ‘O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad’, which combines ‘give him an inch, he’ll take an ell’, with ‘he has a conscience like a cheveril’s skin’. He’s saying that like kid leather (famously elastic), Romeo doesn’t have much wit but can stretch the little he has a long way (an ell is 45 inches). The references to cheveril is one of the little things that marks Shakespeare’s glovemaker father’s influences. Mercutio is making a move away from goose jokes

Romeo goes along with Mercutio’s description of him and offers to stretch Mercutio’s word ‘broad’ – which could mean ‘loose’, ‘bawdy’, or ‘silly’ – and add it to the goose puns to turn Mercutio into a ‘broad goose’, or a ‘silly goose’. Since Romeo has the last word in the goose punning, I think you could say he wins this time around, especially since Mercutio’s next lines are in praise of the return of Romeo’s bantering spirit.

No Time For Love {Do Kyungsoo}

Note: This is a Gang AU requested by anonymous. I hope you and any one else reading likes it!~ Mimei

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

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Originally posted by kyvngsoo

A man stood before you. The word dark came to mind. His hair was black as the night, his eyes shadowed, hiding merciless things. His clothing was dark, black from head to toe.

This man is one of two things; your potential lover, or your worst enemy.

His name is D.O, or that’s what they call him at least. You don’t know his real name, and it’s probably better you’re not on personal terms with him. He’s dangerous, and has watched the light leave many people’s eyes. Not only is he a killer, a gang member, he’s also a monster.

“Now, now {y/n}. You’re going to tell me the exact location of where EXO M are based.” He placed his hands on the armrests either side of the chair you were tied to. He leaned over, his smirking face inching closer.

He’d kidnapped you with his fellow member Chanyeol approximately an hour ago, and you’d woken up less then ten minutes ago to find yourself unforgivingly tied to a wooden chair. There was no point in struggling, you’d only leave red marks around your wrists and ankles and you had a hard enough time coping with the pain in the neck that stood before you.

You were a member of EXO M yourself, the sister of Zhang Yixing, otherwise known as Lay. You’d been caught off guard on a solo mission. You had no idea if EXO M had noticed your disappearance yet, it might be hours until they finally send out a search party.

“Tell me now, {y/n} or else!” D.O pushed, his eyes narrowing to a more intimidating stare.

“Or else, what?” You challenged, there was no way in hell you’d tell him such crucial information. If he didn’t kill you then your boss, Kris, definitely would.

“Or I’ll shoot you where you stand.” D.O seethed.

“I’m sitting, actually.” You grinned at him, your fake confidence masking how afraid you really did feel.

D.O bit the inside of his cheek, as if he was refraining himself from lashing out in annoyance.

“I don’t fucking care. Tell me where EXO M are situated, or I’ll cut you.” D.O pulled a knife from his boot and placed it against your cheek. The metal teasing the soft skin, it was pressed lightly, threatening to cut you straight through.

“So you copped out on the gun option, huh?”

“If I’m going to kill you, then I might as well make a good show of it. Don’t worry, I’ll be satisfied when I hear you cry for mercy.” He grinned straight back, somewhat insanity shining through his orbs.

“If you wanted to hear me scream, you should have just asked.” You winked at him, implying something sexual.

“Oh {y/n}, if I wanted to make you scream, I would have done it long before now.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, an aching pain that banged against your ribcage. It was a mixture of fear and lust that consumed you in a beautiful yet tragic way. Even if you loved this man with every inch with your being, or hated him with every fibre, you could never have him or call him your own.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” You tell him.

He scowls, but upon hearing the sound of hearing a throat being cleared, he turned around.

“Junmyeon?” He called out.

No response.

“Park Chanyeol I swear if you’re playing games I’ll-”

Suddenly, D.O dropped to his knees, keeling over. You could have sworn you saw a splat of blood on the floor after he coughed.

Then, Yixing emerged. Smirking down at the black haired man on the floor. He kneeled before D.O, stretching out his arm to slap in on the cheek.

“Put your filthy hands on my sister again, and I’ll cut them off.” Yixing threatens, a scaringly dark voice that sent shivers down your spine. The way he smirked was almost satanic.

He reached to D.O’s chest and pulled a knife out. D.O groaned in pain, and you could have sworn you were going to be sick.

He then Yixing stood and made his way over to you. He used the knife to slice through the ropes before helping you up.

“Are you alright?” He questioned, you nodded.

As you left, you could spare D.O. another look. He groaned, to weak to call for help. You felt your heart drop, your head turning fuzzy and sick.

But that was the nature of the business.

There’s no time for love.

“Viktor!” Yuuri exclaims through puffs of laughter, curling into himself as Viktor attacks him with tickling hands. “St-stop!”

“Not until you cry mercy!” Viktor replies, aiming for an evil cackle which just comes out fond. “Cry mercy!” His hands slid over Yuuri’s heated skin as he gently digs his fingers into his ribs. 

“N-ne-never!” Yuuri cries out and attempts to fight back as he tries to shove Viktor away. But Viktor holds his ground and soon they’re wrestling on the couch, their laughter entangling with one another.

It’s then that Yuuri lets out a yelp and Viktor gasps as they roll off the couch and onto the carpet. Makkachin’s barks and scuffling paws are all around them, the poodle panting excitedly from all the commotion. 

“You’re heavy.” Yuuri halfheartedly complains and sucks in an exaggerated breath of air. Viktor chuckles before his eyes lower seductively as he leans down to purr in Yuuri’s ear, “That’s not what you were saying last night, solnyshko.”

The tips of Yuuri’s ear turn a light shade of red and Viktor starts chuckling again, harder this time. 

“You’re horrible.” Yuuri pouts but the corners of his lips are curled upwards. Viktor takes in the endearing sight before leaning down and pecking Yuuri’s sweet lips. 

“But you love me.” Viktor replies, smiling when Yuuri’s pout disappears and a soft smile takes its place. 

“You could say that.”

Luke Foster - Playing Doctor

Luke Foster Smut! MC has been given a sexy nurse outfit, and as you were trying it on he walks in on you?! How will Luke react at the sudden change in pulse?

“Sexy Bones?” his cheeks flustered he watches you from across the room. Dressed in a non-realistic and revealing nurses outfit.

The skirt is slipping up your thigh, “Luke!”

“W-what are you doing ___?” he asks, confused at your state. You had a nurse outfit he had warranted for you, did it not fit?

“The guys! They made me!” you say, flushing as Luke looks you up and down.

“I can see all of the alignments of your bones…” he whispers, his voice low and husky. His eyes clouded, he was trying desperately not to take you right here.

“Luke…” your voice was small, husky even.

“Sexy Bones, why would they dress you up in a nurses outfit?” Luke smirks, his eyes popping wide.

“They wanted us to play…Doctor.” you reply and he raises an eyebrow.

“Play?” he walks toward you and his lips come to your ear. “I am a doctor.”

“I know..” your voice was now very small. “I’m… sorry I couldn’t stop them.”

“You like this?..” he whispers twirling on the skin just below where the too-short material ends.

“Ah-” you whimper, arching a little.

“You want me to play doctor?” he repeats again, “-would you like to be examined thoroughly?”

“Luke..please…” the stethoscope he pulls out is cold as he drags it up your arms and is gently placed on your chest.

“Ah!” you jump a little and he smirks, blowing softly on your earlobe. He nibbles it gently, and you watch as he slowly unbuttons one part of your top.

The stethoscope reaches down, and he smiles, “Your pulse is a little fast, young lady.”

Young lady?  “Can you fix it Doctor Foster?”

“Oh I’m afraid I would do more damage than good for your pulse.” he smiles evilly, and your heart begins to beat faster still.

“I need to be very careful about the health of my nurses you see.” he whispers, “I think I should do everything in my power to help them.” his wicked voice turning your insides.

“Luke…” you plead, your cheeks hot and your body all but willing and ready for him.

“Dr . Foster.” he replies and then kisses you letting you experience his exotic taste. He was intoxicating, and tasted of tea, a bagel you had forced him to have this morning and something that was just Luke.

“Dr Foster, please help me.” you whimper and he takes your chin in his two fingers.

“When I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.” As you gasp he gains entrance to your mouth, his tongue lapping at you. Dancing a dark melody he swirls and teases, playing with the butterflies in your stomach like a child with a net trying to catch them.

His kiss blocked everything else from your mind, and you became solely his again. “Luke…please.” you beg again and his hand slips into the short skirt of your outfit.

“This is very convenient,” he comments between kisses, having fallen down to your neck. His tongue licks at your sweet skin, his teeth make his mark as his hands touch your most sensitive spot again and again.

“Does it button all the way down I wonder? -Ah I see.”  Buttons pop everywhere as he rips the material off your body.

“Doctor Foster!” Your plea was again part of the charade, his dominance in the role play all but evident. “Luke!”

Fantasy mixes with real life in a beautiful bubble of sexual lust, Luke amplified to the point of burst. Now only in underwear he lies you down on his doctors chair, looking down at you with his dark eyes that promised something seductively dark.

“Be a good Nurse.”  he demands as his fingers play with you still, as you cry out for mercy, for more, for less and for him to fulfil all the bulge in his scrubs was promising.

“Luke!” he bites at your neck hard. “Dr!” You correct yourself.

His one hand works to ready your sex for him, while his other works on your breasts; perking them up for his fingers, his mouth, his tongue.

“Oh-ah!” his cheeks go pink as he watches you and his look sends you over a dangerous edge. Spiralling back down to Earth you open your eyes to find him above you, ready to please you. Please himself.  

Skin on skin as he takes off his scrubs and then his pant. You lie there panting of want and need, for what only he could provide you.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks as he lines his impressive length to your sleek sex.  

“Yo-YOU!” you scream as he enters you, holding on to his shoulders then back as he shows no mercy. Tonight was different to your other times, he was more aggressive, sure of himself, he was powerful.

“Luke!”

“___!” his cheeks pink as he groans your name in ecstasy. As he moves in and out of you in pure undiluted sexual bliss, you scratch at his back- which only seemed to gear him up more.

“Lu-Doctor!” you couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak correctly. You were begging, pleading and needing release.

As he continues however, you were pushed off the cliff instead of rolled. You scream his name in a moan so loud you were sure the other auctioneers could hear.

His mouth open, his thrusts becoming erratic and deeper. “Please.” you wanted him to release wanted him to-

“!! - ____!” he cries out, an orgasm kicking out of him at such aggression and speed he was wiped out. It hit him at his spine, shooting through him to the point he groans and collapses softly half on, half off you.

After a little while of lying on the Doctors bed panting Luke groans and looks at you, turning to stroke your hair. “Wh-What’s my name? Euke? Duke? Wuke? I don’t even care..”

You giggle and stroke back his growing blonde hair. “Luke… you liked that.”

His cheeks show his embarrassment once more as he turns away, “Says you… but yes… I did.”

You turn his head so his gaze meets yours, wondering how the bidders had managed to pick out just what Luke would have wanted, “Yes I did too, perhaps I should get another outfit.”

As you two look at one another with shy, quiet smiles you both laugh a little, surprised at the discovery. “Yes… maybe you should.”

anonymous asked:

JACK IM CRYING HAVE YOU SEEN CONCEPT MERCY???IM GAY FUCK YOU BLIZZARD

listen, the fact that we missed out on a gorgeous archangel-themed combat medic makes me really upset. he could’ve still gone by the name mercy and he could have cool skins that include motifs of, say, saint michael…

overall i find black and gold to be such a striking color combination to work with and i’ve always felt that mercy as she is is really, really dull and unappealing design-wise, and that her story is intriguing but it’s just washed away by the sheer blandness of her design. and it’s much more creative and unique story-wise to have an angelic character portrayed by a black man and as a central character too. just sucks.

though i guess the only thing i’d say is that considering how much content there is for ‘evil’ antagonist mercy who actually wants people to suffer as-is with her being a petite white woman, i would’ve hated to see what this dumbass fandom would’ve characterized him as.