gah the more i look at it the more bad it looks

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MC jokingly puts a gift wrapping bow on her head and tells the RFA that she's their present when they ask her if she got them a present for their birthday how would they react of they weren't dating mc but had a huge crush on her?

Gah. I’m sososo sorry for not writing recently D:

b u t hope you enjoy ^~^

–R.I.


MC as a Birthday Present ♡

Yoosung 

  • (March 12th)
  • Everyone had been busy on his birthday…except you
  • (He was quite bittersweet about it. He was happy to spend time with you but… but… why didn’t anyone make time for him on his birthday?!?!)
  • So you decided to take him out to a LOLOL con, surprising him with tickets– WHICH WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD OUT, SO HE WAS REALLY SHOCKED
  • He almost cried tears of joy when you showed him the tickets upon meeting up, and jumped to hug you reaaaaally tightly
  • …only to realize what he was doing
  • “Wahhh!!! I’m so sorry, MC, I got a bit too excited…” he apologized, his cheeks so red that it rivaled Seven’s hair. He inched away from you, feeling ashamed of himself
  • After all, he was a strong believer in only acting intimately with your significant other!! More importantly… he really, really liked you… It was kinda embarrassing to act so bold…
  • But you laughed it off, and dragged him by the hand to lead him into the convention center
  • There was SO MUCH MERCH
  • all of which he couldn’t buy
  • He hadn’t been prepared for this, after all…
  • You noticed his teary eyes as he stared hopelessly at everything… and ended up buying him a few charms
  • He also spent about half an hour following cosplayers of his favourite character, and you had to push him towards them
  • Needless to say, it wasted a lot of time but hey, whatever, it’s his birthday
  • When it was time to go home, he honestly didn’t wanna go back… He wanted to spend more time with you. Nervously, he asked, “H-hey, MC… wanna come over to my place? B-BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD, it’s just getting late and you shouldn’t go home alone… a-and I want to spend more time with you…”
  • The last of his words came out as a whisper, his hands covering his cheeks in embarrassment
  • He asked so cutely though. Of course you followed him home :D
  • When you reached the apartment, though, he couldn’t unlock the door for some reason, so he ended up asking you to try. As you did, he began to say, “Uhm, thank you for today. It’s really the best gift I’ve ever received…”
  • You paused in your movement, a small laugh escaping your lips. “But that’s not even my gift! Jumin got the tickets… Hmm, I do feel bad I couldn’t properly prepare a present, but…”
  • You took out a gift-wrapping bow and placed it on your head. “But you could have me instead~?” you joked
  • His heart was going W I L D, gosh what are you doing to this poor boy!?!
  • His eyes narrowed with determination as he grasped at your shoulder. “I’d want you,” he said quietly. “That would be the best gift in the worl–”
  • “HEY, HANDS OFF!” The door flung open, revealing a mad, glaring Zen. “I know it’s your birthday, but there’s a limit to how selfish you can be!”
  • Yoosung gaped at the interior of his apartment, decorated with streamers and banners and presents. Jaehee offered a sheepish smile, “Surprise? Well… Zen kind of ruined it…”
  • Yoosung quickly removed his hand from your shoulder, already regretting his bold actions from before. “I-I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING TO MC!!”
  • With an irritated look, Zen crossed his arms intimidatingly, his muscles bulging, a sadistic smile upon his face. “I think it’s time for some birthday punches, don’t you?”

Zen

  • (April 1st)
  • “Do they seriously think we don’t notice them?” Zen sighed, pressing his face into his hands. “Grrr, I thought I’d finally be able to have some alone time with you…”
  • You tilted your head, “Alone time…?”
  • His cheeks flushed red as he tried to cover up his mistake, “N-no! But I mean, it’s just, I’ve hung out with everyone else separately before and uhm, I was just excited to hang out with the new member too?” Despite his acting skills, he found it difficult to act and well, essentially lie, to you…
  • “It’s okay, we can still do whatever you had planned… I’m sure they’ll tire of us soon,” you offered a gentle smile, easing him of his worries. He nodded in consideration of that, and returned the smile.
  • Unfortunately for the both of you, they didn’t get tired of you. In fact, they had somehow managed to prank Zen at every street you guys crossed…
  • There was an entire street that suddenly advertised cats and had cat fur outfits on display, making Zen sneeze the entire time… then there were bouquets of flowers thrown at Zen which wasn’t bad, except that they were wrapped with catnip which attracted seemingly HUNDREDS of cats??! …not to mention random flour flying through the air, landing near the two of you…
  • “They’re such children!” Zen fumed, narrowing his eyes. Despite the glare, he still looked handsome, captivating all the women (and even men) around him. Whispers spread amongst the crowd, and there was suddenly a mob sent after them after someone screamed “It’s Zen the actor!!”
  • (run omg)
  • You spent the entire day running from pranks and fans, finally taking a break in a dark alleyway… wait, dark? The two of you stared up at the stars overhead. Well, that was a birthday wasted.
  • Zen plopped on a trashcan, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry you had to go through that because of me… It must’ve been really annoying for you… ugh, and this had to happen even after you so graciously offered me your entire day to spend with me. I’m so sorry…”
  • He looked so guilty even though it wasn’t his fault, you felt your heart aching for him. Pranks like this happened year after year, the pranks of April Fool’s Day preceding birthday wishes.
  • “Cheer up, Zen! I don’t really have anything to give you right now, but… you can do anything you want with me!” you beamed.
  • He stammered, “W-wait, anything I want…?”
  • Control the beast. Control the beast. COntrolcontrolcontrolcontr-
  • “Yep! If you want someone to clean up your house- since you live alone, or tend to your every need for a day, I’m here!” you said with determination, pointing to yourself.
  • Zen let out a deep breath. Haha, riiight…
  • He buried his face into his hands. Goddammit, you were just too cute.

Jaehee

  • (December 28th)
  • She hadn’t expected anyone to do anything for her birthday O_O
  • “MC, th-thank you for doing this,” she murmured softly, cheeks flushing a light pink as she gazed at you with nothing but gratefulness in her eyes (much to your disappointment, that is)
  • “You don’t have to thank me~” you grinned, swinging an arm around her cheekily. “I love you after  all~”
  • She brought a hand to her lips as she let out a soft chuckle, murmuring to herself quietly, “So this is what it’s like having a best friend… It’s nice to be cared for.”
  • Choosing not to comment on that, you laced your fingers through hers, gently tugging at her hand to drag her towards the train station. “Come on!” you exclaimed with excitement
  • The two of you sat next to each other on the train, your head resting on her shoulder as you shared your music with her, the pair of earbuds connecting the both of you. The train moved quickly towards the mountains, every bump on the tracks causing the two of you to press closer to each other. Although you didn’t mind, a light blush coloured Jaehee’s cheeks
  • She shyly stared at your reflection in the window, watching as you gradually nodded off. She gently stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep…
  • You woke up just in time for your stop, pouting at Jaehee for not waking you up earlier. The two of you arrived near the peak of a mountain just as the sun began to set. 
  • “Waaaahhh, I lost so many hours of being able to talk to you by falling asleep!! Why didn’t you wake me?! I wanted to spend all of your birthday with youuuu…” you groaned. Your cute antics made her laugh, and you found yourself smiling with her, noticing how delighted she looked.
  • Her soft, gentle gaze made you blush a bit, and you quietly walked beside her on the mountain trail. It was a silent walk, albeit not uncomfortable. Soon, you neared the warm red-orange hues of the sun, finding an opening behind the trees.
  • From where the two of you stood, you could see all the way below the mountain… the surrounding forest of colourful leaves, the stream flowing into the glacial lake… all under a pinkish-purple sky with rays of light raining upon the view.
  • It was mesmerizing, and you reached for her hand, grasping it tightly as you admired the natural scenery together…
  • While it only lasted a few minutes, it had been a beautiful experience for both of you.
  • “Thank you, MC… It’s really nice to see something like this, especially since I’m cooped up in the office most of my days. Although, it does make me appreciate today even more… I’m glad I got to experience it with you. Oh… you don’t happen to have another gift, do you? Haha, I feel like I’ve already received so much from you,” Jaehee murmured, blushing slightly.
  • You fidgeted with your fingers, then pointed at the ribbon in your hair. “I actually wore this b-because I don’t really have a gift… all I can offer is myself…” 
  • Although she stared at you with a lost expression, inside, her heart was H A M M E R I N G. Even more than it does for Zen!!
  • Her fingers trembling, she gently pulled you into a hug, thinking to herself, ‘MC’s too cute and innocent… oh, I really don’t want anyone else to see her like this… I just… want her all to myself…’

Jumin

  • (October 5th)
  • Why.
  • The one word repeated itself in your mind over and over again like a mantra, beads of sweat rolling down your face as you tried to maintain a smile.
  • There you were, sitting across from none other than Jumin Han in a high-class… EMPTY banquet hall. He had reserved the entire place just for the two of you.
  • “J-Jumin… today is your birthday… shouldn’t I be treating you?” you asked him nervously, eyes shifting as you felt awkward in the empty vicinity.
  • He cocked his head in confusion, “Am I not allowed to take you out somewhere of my choosing on my birthday?” (sigh, he just doesn’t know how to express that he wants to spend time with you)
  • “Well… when you put it like that…” you frowned, still feeling  extremely awkward and guilty.
  • “Then there’s no problem, is there?” he chuckled in amusement, a brief twinkle in his eyes.
  • Luckily for you, the tension simmered down to nothing as the hours stretched on and the conversation flowed through.
  • The sky was still a fair azure blue when the two of you stepped out, despite the nearing autumn. “Jumin, I still don’t think it’s right that you’re treating me when it’s your birthday… Let me make it up to you, pretty please?” you jut out your lower lip slightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
  • “Hm… what do you have in mind?”
  • You smiled in relief, then instructed Driver Kim where to go in whispers, making sure Jumin wouldn’t find out. “Hehe~ It’ll be a quick drive. Put this on, I don’t want you to find out where we’re headed!” You handed him a black blindfold, and his breath hitched.
  • ‘What I wouldn’t give to tie that around MC’s eyes and—‘ he caught himself, shaking off the perverse thought. Instead, he offered a strained smile as he let MC put it on him, shivering slightly from the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
  • The duration of the ride was fairly quiet, as you kept whispering details of the location to Driver Kim. When you led Jumin out of the car, laughter and music found its way to his ears. He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite recognizing these sounds. You finally removed the blindfold from his eyes, allowing him to see the festival you’d brought him to.
  • His eyes widened, “This is…?”
  • “A fireworks festival to celebrate the full moon! It lasts the whole week, and I’m just glad I could bring you here… I just thought it’d be nice to try something new,” you explained, blushing shyly at the end.
  • Jumin felt an overwhelming adoration for you welling up in his chest. He had never been to a (commoner’s) festival before… let alone celebrate his birthday in any other way than a fancy dinner…
  • As excited as you were to drag him around the booths, he ended up dragging you around, his curiosity getting the best of him as he took interest in each stall, feeling amazed by everything.
  • …It was almost sad to see that, by the end of the festival, he still hadn’t won a single thing from any of the game booths. His lips were curled into a permanent pout, eyebrows furrowed in determination to shoot at the stuffed cat.
  • BAM!
  • His mock-bullet flew towards the cat! …and knocked off its bow instead.
  • The old man managing the stall shook his head in pity, “You’ve got some terrible aim there, young lad… Tell ya what, I’ll just give this bow to you. Try again next time, buddy.”
  • Jumin stared at the bow with a frown, wondering what the hell he was even supposed to do with it. He turned his back on it, stomping off like a kid. (Zen: hah, what a sore loser!)
  • You chased after him, grabbing the bow before you left. He seemed to be heading back to the car where Driver Kim was waiting, and you grabbed his arm before he crossed the road. “Jumiiin, it’s the first thing you’ve won from a festival, shouldn’t you cherish it more?”
  • He scoffed, “I have no use for it. Keep it.”
  • “Hmmm. Theeen, since I don’t have a gift for you today…” You clipped the bow to the front of your shirt. “You could have me instead? Hahaha~ Just kiddi-”
  • His face had neared yours in the middle of your sentence, eyes dark with desire at your words.
  • “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, MC…” he said huskily, staring into your eyes like he was about to devour you.
  • Your cheeks flushed red at his words, backing away slightly. At that moment, Driver Kim pulled up to the curb and you just L EA PED inside.
  • Startled, Jumin stares after you, bursting out into laughter. Secretly, he thought to himself, ‘MC never fails to amuse me… If she was mine… would we able to spend time like this all the time? Hm.’

Seven

  • (June 11th)
  • “No.”
  • “Yes.”
  • “I said NO, dammit, don’t get another duck!”
  • Seven pouted as he turned his head towards you, his hands still operating the claw machine. “But MC, all of the prizes are just sooo cute!!”
  • “There’s no difference,” you deadpanned.
  • He gasped, HORRIFIED that you would say that! “This one is smiling! And this one has sunglasses! And this one has its tongue sticking out… and this one has a wink… What do you mean, there’s no difference? I’m disappointed in you, MC, tsk tsk.”
  • Before you could even begin to protest, he winked, “Besides, it’s MY birthday after all. And you’re my slave for the day~”
  • At that, you shut up. How did this happen again?
  • Ah, right. It all started when you had jokingly—ahem, let me say it louder for the redhead in the back, JOKINGLY said that you’d be Seven’s birthday gift.
  • -Flashback-
  • Your bedroom door swung open and CRASHED to the floor, awaking you immediately. “GoOd morning, MC, it’s my BIRTHDAY!” Seven yelled, blowing into a toy trumpet as he waltzed around your room. It was 7 in the morning. jfc seven, NO.
  • Not long after you got dressed, he began pestering you for a gift. Truth to be told, you had no idea that it was his birthday, so you didn’t have anything prepared… (He’s a hacker, he keeps all his personal info to himself! It honestly wasn’t your fault)
  • You rolled your eyes, taking a red pen and drawing a ribbon on your wrist. “Well, you could always have me as your present instead…”
  • His eyes shone, and you already regretted letting those words leave your mouth.
  • Back to present time, you were walking around the arcade, holding all of Seven’s prizes in large bags… 
  • Grumbling, you muttered, “I still don’t know why I have to do this…”
  • He paused in his steps, cocking his head to face you as he smirked, “Would you have preferred to be a different kind of slave for me, hmm, MC~?”
  • Cue the jaw dropping.
  • And the blush ;)
Shower Situation

Part II

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,643

Warnings: a bit of swearing, unintentional immodesty

Summary: A broken shower and upcoming date are why you find yourself knocking on your neighbor’s door. The situation goes awry, to say the least.

A/N: Geez, this was longer than I expected. But hey, I had fun writing it.


Your raised fist hung limply in front of the apartment door, still having made no attempt to knock. Every fiber of your being didn’t want to ask Peter Parker to use his shower. God, that was such an awkward request to make.

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Imagine working as a waitress for the Joker and him becoming obsessed with you in a different way than with any other woman before.

A/N: Eh you know I had to. I like this Joker I just wish there was a little more footage for us to be able to capture his true character. It’s certainly unlike anyone that has ever been portrayed but I don’t think any of the previous Jokers were really the same. To me they all are different sides of the same coin, so I don’t think it’s fair to say who’s better or not.

You sighed completely worn out from work. You threw your keys and bag on the table next to the door and took of your shoes, leaving them next to the door as well. You walked into the darkness in your apartment, it wasn’t all that big for you to get lost anyway and the small light that shone through the curtains was enough for you to see at least the outline of most of the objects that were in your place.

You made your way to the kitchen, taking off your hoodie in the meanwhile and throwing it on the couch. You were only in your jeans and a bra but one thing you loved about this apartment was the that it was warm during such nights of the winter when you needed it. You filled a glass with water and downed it all in one. You paused for a moment, the events of the day running through your mind.

Sure, your life was not the most exciting one. You weren’t Wonder Woman, nor would hang out with Batman and up to about half a month ago your life could be considered actually peaceful despite what your work was. But you should expect it to happen, you should have seen it coming: You worked as a waitress in the Joker’s club, he was bound to see you sooner or later.

You weren’t a criminal, nor were involved in anything that had to do with him, you only wanted to make money to help your family. Sure working for the Clown prince of Gotham wasn’t the best way to do so but the only thing you did was serve and it did pay enough for the few hours you spent in there. He did come often, not as much as Harley, but still was there quiet often and you were always glad when at the end of your shift you could count yet another night he had not taken notice of you. It was all going great. And Actually everything was going well, until you were asked to serve him. It was just giving him his drink, what could possibly go wrong you’d thought? Well, everything did after that.

You caught his attention, much to your surprise, and there was no getting out of his mind after that. You didn’t talk much and you didn’t even try to impress him. Hell, you’d be crazy if you tried to, knowing what the blonde could do to you much less all of his other enemies. But somehow you were caught and it was obvious from the first moment. How? The most simple sign was that every time he came, and he would come more often now, he asked from you to serve him. Only you. And what seemed even more surprising was that he’d try to make a talk. At first you didn’t really to talk but you knew you couldn’t avoid it, there was something in him that made your curiosity peak. The mere way he spoke it just made you want to know all the more what was going on through his mind.

But you never got too close. You didn’t dare do so. He was the Joker, and you were just simple you. Getting involved in all of that wasn’t something you wanted, no matter how much the man attracted you. He was a criminal for the love of, the least worst thing that could happen to you was death, quick and easy.

You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way to your living room. A movie could make you forget about the man that seemed to occupy not only your dreams but all day in general. You stopped dead on your tracks when you noticed something on the coffee table, though. You approached it carefully, thankful that there was enough light through the curtains to help you see it. You frowned as you extended a hand and picked the… flower up. It was a rose. White rose.

You blinked several times, having a deja vu feeling. You looked around you in case there was something else you were missing. Last time you came to find flower in your home it was red roses, a big bouquet of them with a let on top of them. It was from him, of course. And of course you didn’t accept it. Not just the flowers but what the letter had along with it.

“You know-” a voice made you jump and your eyes widened as you backed away as fast as you could, trying to fight where the damn switch for the light was “-it was kinda rude what you did.” you knew the voice and the fact that he was standing in the shadows didn’t help at all.

“It hurt my feelings.” he said in tone that you couldn’t tell if it was mocking you or he was serious.

Either way you cheered slightly in your head when your hand came in contact with the switch and you turned the lights on. You blinked several times until your eyes adjusted but at least you now were able to see him. You weren’t really in the mood to play in a horror movie at the moment either. But maybe, just maybe, part of you regretted the decision.

“Wow” his eyes widened and a wicked wide grin spread on his face “Nice choice of color, gotta say lace looks really good on you kitten.” he said with a small growl, approaching you and you felt your face heat up. You hurried to grab your hoodie to wear it but before you could do another move he had snatched it from your hands.

“Nah uh” he pointed a finger at you “Don’t be a bad girl, you still gotta make up to me for what you did with the flowers.”

“Mr Joker-” your voice was low as you took a few steps back.

“Nah nah nah nah. Goooood- will you please not do that? It sounds sooooo… wrong! Gah wrong!” he whined slightly, shaking his head with a deep frown “It’s J, dollface. It’s Mr J. I’m your Mr J.” he breathed out, giving you a grin; flashing his sliver teeth at you.

“Mr J, What are you doing here?” you watched him carefully.

“Uh well, as I said you really hurt my feelings there princess.” he pouted, giving you a somewhat sad but still playful look “I sent you the flowers cause I wanted to but you oh you-” he laughed “You! You! You! You little-” he stopped himself as he grabbed your chin with his hands his smile vanishing “You returned them to me.” he let a small growl “Not very nice of you!” he grinned again and you swallowed thickly.

“It wasn’t about the flowers- you know what it was about.” you didn’t dare look him in the eyes but did when you heard him scoff.

“If I want to give you money then I will, there’s nothing wrong with that.” he raised his hands in the air.

“Money you have stolen!” you didn’t even believe you were raising your voice at him “And I know that the money I’m being paid with are not legal either but- I’ve earned those. I-” you swallowed calming yourself down. He may have acted nice around you before but you shouldn’t forget he was the Joker. One moment he could be sending you flowers and gifts and the other have a gun over your head.

“Thank you for that, I appreciate that you wanted to help me with my family.” you decided to be honest “But the money I am being paid for my work is enough already, I don’t need anything more.” you dared look him in the eyes and for the first time ever since you first met him he was looking at you seriously; a kind of emotion you had never seen before was there.

One more reason why you wanted to know him more.

“You-” he breathed out, bringing a hand up to hold your chin with two fingers and more gently “Oh I like you.” he grinned widely, running his hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’ve got morals- oh I I I I I liiiiike that!” he laughed and you let a small whimper for a moment. You had yet to see him go crazy in front of you.

“Tell me though, little angel.” he got closer to you. You took a step back only to have your back pressed to the wall, your eyes going wide when he pressed his body close to yours; a satisfied predator like smile on his face.

“Is that what really holds you back? Is it me, the big bad demon scaring you? Is all this darkness that surrounds me that scares you? Do I scare you, dollface?” he tilted his head to the side as you only bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering.

“Tell me-” he growled “Are yous cared of me? Are you scared of what I can do to you?” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your cheek.

“Please, Mr J.” you whispered, shutting your eyes; feeling your heart hammer as his bare chest pressed against yours.

“Please what?” he pouted, pulling away to look at you “Oh sweet cheeks-” he breathed out as he traced his fingers over he features of your face, them lingering a little more over your lip as he tried to open your mouth with his hand.

“You, oh you little angel-” he laughed, that maniac laugh that echoed through the entire apartment “No. No. No. No. No. No. No!” he exclaimed “You are not scared of me… are you?” he looked through his dark eyes. Gosh you hated to admit it to yourself but you could get lost in those eyes. There were times where, you had taken notice of it, they were light blue and calm like the sea others they were curious as he watched your every move, trying to take in as much as possible as if he was studying you and others he was looking at you hungrily, and they were dark and filled… with lust, like now.

“No” he chuckled “No, you are not scared of me. You’re scared of this-” he grinned as you shivered when his other hand ran up your thigh, to your hip and stomach and up to your chest. You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and a squeak left your lip when he parted your legs with his thigh and pushed your hips with his against the wall.

“You’re scared of how you feel for me, aren’t you little one?” his breath fanned over your face and you held your breath as his lips brushed past yours. You shut your eyes for a moment as he pushed your hips with his backwards and you tried to swallow down the moan that threatened to leave your lips .

“I- I don’t want any trouble, Mr J.” you whispered “Please” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him.

“Oh but you’re not going to get in any trouble little one, not while I am here.” his hand moved down to your ass “Not while you have me.”

“How do I know I have you?” you whispered and he tilted his head to the side “You’re the Joker, you don’t belong to anyone. Only to yourself. You’re- you’re not loved, you don’t get loved.”

“Oooh I like that you know where I stand but- but princess this- it’s all my decision. I plan and I execute according to my plans. I do what I want, not what others ask.”

“But you said it you- you don’t do what anyone does. Why should I believe you belong to someone- much less me.”

“You- you- you are right! Exactly- but you- oooh you my angel are just that. You are me- or what I at least used to be. I’m yours, all yours and you will soon realize it for yourself.” he pressed his body closer to you, as if it was any more possible.

“But what about Harley? I- I don’t want any trouble with her Mr J.” you whispered, already knowing you were going to give into him anyway. You didn’t want to lose who you were, much less your sanity, but this man had such a strong pull on you it was impossible to think about anything else but him.

Harley won’t dare touch you as long as I am here, dollface. I’m your J, only yours. I don’t do what others tell me no, but you-” he let out a breath, teasing you with his lips… and hands “Oh you can do anything you want with me.” he he breathed out as his lips ghosted over yours “Now- tell me this: Do you… want me princess?”

You didn’t dare say the yes out loud but at the same time you didn’t dare not say it at all.

“Answer me (Y/n): Do you want me to be yours? All yours?” he purred seductively and you swallowed thickly.

“Y-yes” it came out in a a squeak and he grinned.

“Would you take me any way you can? Do you want to take me any way you can (Y/n)?” his voice was low and husky.

Your eyes roamed his face for a few seconds as his also moved back and forth and without saying another word you grabbed his face and crushed your lips to his harshly, letting all the emotions that had built up inside you for all this time.

Like an Arrow to the Chest

Summary: Rather than Chat Noir being struck by Dark Cupid’s arrow, what if it had been Ladybug?Or rather…Bridgette?

Note I: Obligated Valentine’s Day fic…but with the PV kids ;D Hope you enjoy!

Note II: I took a direct line from a post made by edorazzi, who I recommend you following for lots of nice art! 

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It was Ladybug who paid attention to the akuma victims’ stories, not Felix. He usually liked focusing on winning the battle with minimum damage done, focusing on the victim’s general background.

For example, this victim had been heartbroken and now turned love to hate. Fairly easy to guess, and no need to elaborate.

It also should have been an easy battle; he was not afraid when the akuma appeared in front of him since there was hardly any love in him to turn to hate in the first place. He’d pretend to get struck, then run off, transform, and distract the akuma until Ladybug arrived so they could take down the villain together.

He did not count on Bridgette Cheng shoving him to the ground, the arrow lodging itself in her chest before dissolving in an array of red and black sparkles.

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Stole My Heart

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Peter out.

Word Count: 2,622.

A/N: After reading @bovaria‘s fic, “The Five Times Bucky Picks You“, it inspired me to write something along those lines with Peter instead. Although, I decided to do my own spinoff and give it a slight twist. Hope you enjoy :D

Originally posted by spiderholland

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Night Moves (Part 4)

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: This one was a fast write but tons of fun to come up with!…


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She Can Hear You

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words:  1078
Requested by Anonymous:  Can I please get a Sam oneshot where the reader temporarily goes deaf (though they al think it’s permanent) and Sam takes the opportunity to repeatedly tell her how he feels about her and then the deafness wears off but she doesn’t tell him because she likes hearing what he says, though he finds out somehow and is embarrassed before she tells him she loves him too? 



          The explosion was deafening. Literally. Your ears started ringing. And then there had been nothing.

           When Sam and Dean found you, you had tears rolling down your cheeks. You had somehow let them know you couldn’t hear. They looked almost as scared as you felt. What were you going to do?

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Sam’s Point Of View

           It was terrible, really. The fact that Y/N couldn’t hear was terrifying for all of us. I hated seeing how distraught she was. Seeing her like that made me sad. She had been so full of life. Now, she was just sitting around, not doing anything.

           “I wish you could realize how amazing you are,” I sighed, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Y/N’s back was to me, so she couldn’t read my lips or see that I was talking to her. But for some reason, that helped me open up to her. I would have never had the courage if she actually had her hearing back.

           “That’s not fair, Sam,” Dean said from behind me, making me jump.

           I turned and looked at him, “What?”

           “You can’t confess your love to her when she can’t hear you. That’s not fair. To either of you,” he said.

           “Dean, I can’t really tell her.”

           “Coward,” Dean accused.

           “It’s just … it’s complicated.”

           “Whatever.”

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Splintered flames, burning dreamer.

Written for @dr-dean ’s ABO birthday challenge

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader x Alpha!Sam (no Wincest

Warnings:  Language, mentions of violence and death, ABO dynamics, Smut, Threesome, double penetration, probably other shit too but if you’re ok with the latter there’s no point in me listing them all ‘cause your a kinky little fuck.

Following @helvonasche and @madamelibrarian ‘s ABO rules - where heats (after 25y/o) and ruts (after 35y/o) make the subject susceptible to death if knotting does not occur.

Setting: between 12x8 and 12x9.

Summary: Having a past - not that kind of ‘past’ - with the Winchester’s meant you were one of their first calls for help putting Lucifer back in the cage. That part worked out quite well, but goddamnit you got caught. Now you’re in lockdown and fuck if your heat doesn’t hit. Good thing the ‘bad guys’ want you alive and talking.

huge thanks to my betas :)

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“Brothers. Born in Lawrence, Kansas to Mary Winchester, deceased, and John Winchester, also deceased. FBI started investigating them back in 2007. Assault, murder, multiple counts of desecrating a corpse. They made the FBI’s most wanted in 2011, then died in a shootout with police in Ankeny, Iowa. At least, that’s what their file said; but apparently not.”

“And the girl?”

“Same M.O. Her record runs mostly hand in hand with the Winchester’s from 2007 to 2010, then she drops off the map, goes quiet until today. Does look like she’s the only one who’s not a ghost though.”

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(Translation) Rouge et Noir vol. 3 + Tokuten

(R18!! Please proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Furukawa Makoto


T/N: commissioned!! ok to be honest this cd is such a Ride, like i hate it at first?? but then i like it?? and when the Good Engrish comes i hate it again?? and then there comes the parts in the cd when the plot finally uncovers and im like!! wow i love this cd, everything about this series makes sense now!! like bruh, im so conflicted, should i love it or hate it? the whole cd just makes me feel like:

I mean voice-wise he’s not my type since it’s so…daddy lmao but ngl this is one of the best-crafted smutty cd series, except for the fact that mc is always a rookie… like why. WHY would you send a NEWBIE…for an undercover operation…. against a highly dangerous man, to boot. chief suou what the heckie r u thinking!? lmao.

wait was that a spoiler?? ………

ok just…listen to the cd first then… i’ll…meet y’all at the end of the post.

(also, there are a lot of literature/history/medical/alcohol names references that i might have mistaken so feel free to correct me.)

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Yo, so Alex sent me this thing a bit ago and I was DOWN but it got a bit out of control and i struggled a bit, so I hope this ends up being worth the wait. Bless his patient soul. Please enjoy!


Michael sat in an empty warehouse, bound to a metal chair with chaffing bonds, listening to incessant dripping coming from somewhere unseen, and couldn’t hold back his laughter.

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Babygirl - Seokjin Smut (Rated M)

Anonymous said: Hello! Can I get a Jin smut, where you get kinda lonely as he always spends time with your 2 year old daughter, and he talks about her all the time. You don’t say anything, bc you don’t want to sound rude. You start to get insecure, bc you and Jin haven’t been intimate since her birth. One day, Jin comes home early from practice (the daughter is at play group idk XD) and sees you crying. You open up about your insecurities adn he reminds you who his babygirl is heheheheeee… Thank you!

oh shit. i don’t know how this is gonna turn out. im nervous. oh god. this is gonna be under a read more because its long oops

warning: smut. smut. lil fluff. smut.

“Gah, isn’t she adorable?” 

Jin was sitting on the floor across from your two year old, handing her different toys that she would pick up and either chew on, throw, or hand them back to her daddy. Her little hands would grasp onto Jin’s fingers and she would try to pull Seokjin towards the princess barbie castle you had bought her for Christmas.

“Jinhee - hey, no, don’t put that in your mouth.” Jin said, gently taking the small plastic puzzle piece from his daughters hands. “You’re such a handful, but also such a cutie!” He’d say, hoisting the child up and tickling her so she giggled with happiness. 

You stood in the doorway, just observing your husband play with your daughter and her barbies. It was heart warming - and sweet, and adorable and everything in between. Although you didn’t want to admit it, though, its as if things between you and Jin had completely fizzled out. 

After having Jinhee - who was undoubtedly the light of your life - you felt unattractive, bored, and stressed. Life as a mom was everything you thought it would be: lots of happiness, laughter and admittedly, stress. But you never thought it would put a dent in yours and Jin’s intimacy. But instead of a dent, it’s as if it’s crashed completely and is unfix-able.

The next few days were the same. Jin got the baby up, dressed her for her play group, and packed a small bag to take with her for when her grandma picked her up later that day. You just sat in bed the entire time, playing with your phone. Seokjin was a good husband. He got your little girl up and ready for her group, and offered to do everything he possibly could when he was able. You almost felt like Jin would rather spend time with Jinhee than you.

The thought upset you so much that, when Jin came in carrying Jinhee to come say goodbye, you kissed your baby girl and hugged her tightly, but when Jin leaned forward to kiss you goodbye, you turned your head so his lips hit your cheek. He pulled back with a hurt look on his face, as if you had just betrayed him. Seokjin didn’t say anything though, and just picked Jinhee back up and walked out the door.

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Not A One Time Thing

PAIRING: reader x tony stark

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: SMUT, (UNPROTECTED SEX) ANGST and a fluffy ending! 

Request from Anon:Hello there! 💚 I would like to req a smut with Tony where Pepper and him didn’t end up together (the reason is up to you ^^) and then you were one of the best assassins (ever XD) then you had one hot night with THE Tony Stark but y'know him and his playboy antics so it was just another one night stand (but he has a soft spot for you). However, you realized you were preggy & u thought tony wouldn’t accept it so you went away and he did everything to find u and when he found u yup love ensues :)

i really got into this one! Hope you enjoy! 

GIF NOT MINE

Originally posted by sam-kaulitz


Tony Stark was a dangerous man, even when he had Pepper to wrangle him, his playboy nature would never shy away. So when he came to you confessing his and Peppers demise you knew this would bring trouble. You didn’t push too hard on the reasons for the break up; frankly it wasn’t any of your business. You had your suspicions, his Iron Man persona meant a lot to him. You guessed that Pepper had enough or realised she would always come second. So when Tony became single yet again you made sure to keep your wits about you. Being an assassin it was part of your job; but you never knew that it would come in handy in your personal life. You weren’t about to let Tony woo you into submission, however you knew that wouldn’t last.

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Am I Enough PT 2

Bucky X Reader 


Summary: An unexpected turn in your relationship with Bucky sends you on a journey that will hopefully find you back home one day.


Warnings: angst 


A/N: Hello everyone, I just wanted to start out with how thrilled and honored I was to have all of you read my new story. I am still getting the jitters from it all. Sorry it took so long but here it is. This chapter is more of a stage setter for what is to come and no bucky we catch up with where the reader is now.  

“When did this start between you two? How long has it been? Did it gradually come to be or did it just hit you one day? I asked if you had ever thought about the others, in a I-could-possibly-date way. Wait, was that when it all began? You actually thought about it and realized she would be better for you. I shouldn’t have asked, I mean I was so happy that you chose me over them but I brought this on myself didn’t I?“ 


“Can’t you just tell me? Answer me, dang It! Do I now mean so little you can’t even give me a proper answer. I love you with everything I have in me, but that’s not enough for you is it? I wanted to believe that this would last forever but….“ 


Two weeks that’s how long it had been since you left. The road had taken you out through several states till you stopped at a quaint town. Big enough that you could get confused but small enough for people to know almost eberyone and of all things it was call Normal, Illinois, because heavens knew you could use all the normal you could get. You managed to snag a place to stay at least for now and a job as well. Lucky for you the college had just gotten out so you found a room to rent for the next 2 months before school came back. 

It’s funny how in the movies people can just up and run away from their previous lives but not for you. The one plus side was that You could avoid all other text and calls from the team. It also kept your mind off if him. You spent part of your car ride on the phone with your boss telling, well lying that you had a family emergency that would take you away for a while. Luck struck again as she gave you the two months you asked for. The only problem now was your apartment. You couldn’t afford 2 rents. The rent in normal was about half it was in new York but still. This had taken quite a few more phone calls until you found a few friends that wanted to rent it out for a couple weeks at a time. It would be risky especially if they cancelled but you had a smidge of faith left that it would work out. 

Now that you were at least for the foreseeable future to remain here, you focus on your new job, mostly because the other option is soul sucking grief. It was a standard retail job in Uptown Normal, a little boutique that sold nic-nacs. It got you through the day and you made money. You threw yourself into it taking extra shifts and doing whatever necessary for the job. Anything to keep you from going home at night. 

The problem now was the nights, with nothing to occupy your thoughts, no tv or computer, you focused on what had happened. You had thought maybe the whole thing was a misunderstanding that Bucky would chase after you and explain. As each day went by your hope faded piece by piece. You weren’t hiding you still used your credit cards, your drivers license, he could find you, any one could find you. But no one came, you must have been right in everything you said. You would have at least expected one of the others Steve or Tony at least, but you guess that was too good to be trhe friendship as well. How did this happen you had always prided yourself on being a decent judge in character, but apparently not the people you were those closest to you. 

It turns out it was good you left. You would feel bad for ever forcing yourself onto others. When you thought this there was a knock on the door. Your head jerked up, zeroing in on the door, you weren’t expecting any one. Maybe it was a simple case of wrong door. Again the knock, but this time it was followed up with, ”(Y/N), I know you’re in there please just open up.“ 

Gah, it was Steve. You start to have a mixture of feelings the first was surprised, he had come to get you. You were great friends so why not but you would have thought he would stay with Bucky, support him in this time. This led to sadness, tears picking your eyes because Bucky couldn’t even come himself, he must have sent Steve. Which then provoked anger, that stupid pompous man couldn’t even take the time to come find you and fix things himself. When that thought hit you, grief ran through you wrapping it’s way through, making your limbs heavy and your breathing shallow. 

That was it Steve had come to say that Bucky didn’t want you back that you could stay right where you were. Far away from him, he didn’t need some has been hanging around his new girl. Once more the knocking began, “I’m coming in we need to talk." 

With that he quickly dismantled the lock and stepped in. You stare at him while he approaches, but as he gets closer you get scared you didn’t want to hear it. No you could move on right now, you could pretend this whole thing never happened. You scoot away from him whimpering slightly and shaking your head. 

"Whoa hey, I just want to talk.” He raises his hands, halting all forward movement. 

“No,” you shudder out, your voice weak. “I know what you want to say and I don’t want to hear it. I get it he doesn’t want me. I’ll stay away I promise.” At this point your voice has broken and tears run down your face. You keep shaking your head keeping Steve at bay. 

Steve heart breaks even more, his friend has done a real number on this girl. You were still huddled against the wall but now you had your hands over your ears, refusing anything he had to say. He sighed, kneeling down before you and wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest. For a moment, you resisted pushing against him, didn’t work very well as he continued to hold you in place. 

Finally you fell into him allowing his comfort, you start to cry, aobs that wrenched through your body. For you it was finally accepting everything that had happened to you. Taking in every feeling that you had held back through this whole thing. All this time you had refused to accept them, that everything that was happening you deserved, so you didn’t have the right to feel emotional about it. You were though, sad, angry the basic but fierce emotions held you. All you could do was cry while Steve held you. 

Eventually the tears took their toll rendering you exhausted and quickly sliding into sleep. Steve felt you go limp against him. Glancing down he took in the tracks from the tears on your face, carefully wiping a few more away. He couldn’t even imagine what you were going through, he knew in some sense, had seen and talked with you, about how much Bucky had meant. You had discussed hopes and dreams, what the future would look like and how much Bucky had changed you for the better. To have all that taken away would make anyone’s heart shatter. He still didn’t fully understand what would make Bucky do this to you. 

You shiver slightly more from the lingering fear than the cold. He finally took in the apartment while looking for a blanket to wrap you in. It was sparse to say the least you hadn’t taken much with you when you left. A small studio, no bed, no dresser just an open suitcase with your clothes spilling out of it. In your haste you hadn’t taken what you needed just enough to escape. From the info they had gathered they learned about your new situation and from what they could see you didn’t plan on coming back to New York anytime soon. 

He scoops your legs up draping you over him, but still firmly in his grasp. He pulls the blanket from your small blowup bed and wraps you in it. Looking down once more, he knows you intend to stay but not if the team and him have anything to do with it.

Lifting his hand up he whispers, “Guys, we have things to do. Let’s get started." 

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Sparks Chapter 12

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky teaches y/n how to ride a bike. Sam, Cho, Steve, Wanda, y/n, and Bucky play drinking games. A hungover y/n wakes up in Bucky’s arms. Cute friend stuff idk.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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anonymous asked:

I just can't get behind living nests until she actually freaking apologizes to freaking feyre.

See, this is the exact thing that makes me love her even more. That she hasn’t apologised properly yet.

Bear with me here, Nonnie, because this is going to be a long one. 

Nesta is not perfect. She has made mistakes and stupid/bad things. One very stupid thing would be letting her little sister, our beloved High Lady, provide for them all by herself and letting her carry that burden while at the same time being unsupportive. But a stupid/bad action does not equal a bad person.

When I was a kid my mama always put emphasis and made one thing very clear to me, as she was handing my ass to me, and that thing can be boiled down to this: “You did a stupid thing. You are not stupid, the thing was. You are smarter than this. Make it right and next time do better.”

In my opinion, Nesta knows she fucked up. She is a smart woman. But she is also a proud woman. Nesta telling Feyre that she went after her when Tamlin took Feyre, that she braved the woods and the unknown to find a sister she loves only to be stopped when she could not find her way through the wall, is a part of her making it better. Another thing is letting the Inner Circle use their house for meetings with the Mortal Queens, despite the danger it put her and Elain in. I don’t know if she’ll apologise to Feyre straight out, we’ll see. But I believe she will make it right, she loves her sister too much not to. 

I also very much believe this situation is similar to the one with Rhysand in the hiatus between ACOTAR and ACOMAF. Many people wanted so badly to love him but couldn’t because he had not apologised to Feyre for the things he made her do Under the Mountain. I know, he did not do these things to Feyre for years and he was not someone Feyre are supposed to be able to rely on, her big sister. But for us fans it was similar, you like the character but you will not allow yourself to 100% go for it because they hurt our Feyre. From your ask it seems like an apology is what you are waiting for, that is the one thing standing in the way. Same as many felt with Rhys. 

We got an entire book where Rhys got to redeem himself, show us his true self and explain his actions to Feyre. We have not had this opportunity with Nesta, yet. I think ACOTAR 3 will give us a lot more Nesta and I am freaking ecstatic about that. To understand her motivations beyond protecting Elain, see how she deals with being Made (into an Illyrian), how she will handle being around Cassian, how Rhys will communicate and talk to her as he is still very much thinking about how she treated Feyre, and that pisses him off, understandably. And I look forward, beyond words, to see her interactions with Mor and Amren. Gah! I am so excited! 

Another reason for me to love Nesta’s character is the fact that she is almost Mor’s opposite. We need characters like Mor that are kind and warm and girl power and likeable, she overcame terrible circumstances and is still warm towards those she cares about. But we also need characters like Nesta. Women who go through bad things and deal with it by closing themselves off to those they cares about. We need this because women in our society are not allowed to just be one or a few things, we have to be everything. We have to be perfect. 

We have to be good students, beautiful, dress well, be funny and cool, yet not too cool because a girl can’t possibly know if she is smart and hot because then she is obnoxious and cocky. We have to be good mothers, good sisters, good daughters. A woman is supposed to be sexy but not so much so she is slutty. Virgins are boring and too much work and pressure but if she has had sex she is a whore. We are supposed to be independent on our own but also not too independent because then we hate men and will become lonely cat ladies. We are not to tell men we want marriage and kids  because then we seem desperate but at the same time the women who do not want kids are shamed for it. We are admired if we are strong, work out and know how to fight but then “oh god you work out so much aren’t you afraid you will get too many muscles and look like a man”? A woman has to be kind and emphatic but she also needs to be fierce and not care what anyone thinks. The list goes on.

What I am trying to say is that we can’t win. No matter what we do we are set up to fail because society puts so much pressure on women to be all these things, to an extent men does not have to live with. And so writing amazing characters, basically flawless, like Mor, I mean she has her struggles but we have yet to see a real flaw in Mor, can end up putting more pressure on young girls. But then SJM balance it out beautifully with Feyre and Nesta and Elain. These three sisters who are all incredible and admirable in their own ways but are also very much flawed, in a way that only male characters really get to be flawed. Because if a man has one redeeming quality, that is usually all it takes because we as a society ask so little of men compared to women. 

So we have a almost flawless character like Mor who loves and befriends a flawed character like Feyre. Showing us that you do not have to be perfect to be loved by something good. To deserve good things. 

To end this rant I would just like to say that I would love to see Nesta apologise to Feyre. But I will love her even if she doesn’t. I love her because she is interesting, I love her because she loves her sisters in her own way, I love her because SJM has written such a perfectly flawed female character that is still a good person and what that represents to young girls. I love her because, at the end of the day, Feyre does too. 

Nesta, my (illyrian) thunderstorm

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #21

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Days of Gladiator Love by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,589
Author’s Summary: Turns out, there was a fair bit of merchandising involved with the Gladiator battles, especially with their more famous fighters.Apparently, this includes romance novels.
My Comments: Warning for an explicit description of…something. This fic is hilarious, and I could see it playing out in my head all too clearly. It could be an episode, except for the aforementioned…something.

Remember Me For Centuries by 0bviousLeigh
Words: 38,045
Author’s Summary: Every legend starts with someone who has no idea what they’re about to get into.
My Comments: This is a Pokemon AU, and it an ABSOLUTE DELIGHT. I was so very, very pleasantly surprised! I barely know Pokemon at all, so I was hesitant at first, but this fic is one hundred percent worth taking a risk on, I guarantee it. Especially if you love Lance. The worldbuilding is so careful and delicately balanced that you really don’t need to know Pokemon much, though I’m sure it helps. I had to keep googling ones I’d never heard of so I could properly imagine the story, haha. But yeah. This fic is incredible. And it just finished. Parts of it made me tear up, I am not kidding. Everyone is absolutely fantastic and SO worth the effort, ahhh, I love this fic.

Let It Haunt You by Emerald_Ashes
Words: 2,785
Author’s Summary: Keith is a little worse for wear upon his return from the Blade of Marmora’s base. Both mentally and physically.
My Comments: Another really lovely missing scene. WHY DIDN’T WE GET SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN CANON WHY. Ah, but all the interpretations from fandom have been lovely, so I really shouldn’t complain. Lance is a good kid in this one, too.

Loyal to the Bone by Shenzuul
Words: 1,392
Author’s Summary: Shiro has been recaptured by the Galra. As he fights off paralyzing terror, Lance’s voice in his ear is a thin lifeline against sinking into despair.
My Comments: Can be read as romantic or platonic. I’m a big fan of these two together, as my own fic testifies, and this is a very sharp and vivid portrayal of them. Love Lance doing everything he can to help Shiro hold on. It’s too short, though.

Tricky Shopping by earthstar
Words: 5,293
Author’s Summary: Ever since Keith was reunited with Shiro, he finds he likes having him around and Keith is determined to prove he can take care of himself.
My Comments: Sequel to an earlier recced fic where Keith is slightly younger, slightly more abandoned, and subsequently slightly more adopted by both the red lion and Shiro. I adore this series so much. I hope there will be much more.

Silver Lining by HeIsSoBlue
Words: 7,664 (WIP 4/?)
Author’s Summary: Being captured by the Galra was probably one of the worst things Lance could imagine. Yet, even the worst situations can come with a silver lining.
My Comments: Another one of those fics where Lance is captured by the Galra, but this one has a twist I don’t want to spoil. It also feels a little more on the realistic side than some others I’ve read. Anyway, I know I have followers who like these fics, so here ya go. Subscribe! Kudos! Comment!

Where The Lions Roam by Mytay
Words: 6,980
Author’s Summary: “ … tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.”Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. “You really haven’t figured it out?” “Pidge. I am very intelligent, but I am not a genius,” Lance said patiently. “Spell it out for me.” “Well, you just sort of answered your own question,” Pidge said, snorting. “Your Lion is making the moves on Keith — and by ‘moves’ I mean responding to your abject terror whenever Keith is in danger.”
My Comments: Oh, look, it’s the Klance hurt/comfort for this week. This one is super good. Post Season Two and all about that insecurity, yo. The part at the end made me so hurty, and Shiro and the others just going NO made my heart sing.

cough syrup by EmmaLuLuChu
Words: 4,493 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: Just another morning at the Galaxy Garrison, save for one tiny problem Shiro realizes. *MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2*
My Comments: You know that theory that maybe Shiro got zapped to an alternate universe? WELL PREPARE YOURSELF FOR PAIN. I really want to know what happened here and how things went so wrong for everyone, gah, it’s tearing me up to see them like this. But Shiro is determined to fix it, and, you know. I believe Shiro can save the world.

Varadero Beach is 1976 Years Old by DizzyBunnies
Words: 2,217
Author’s Summary: When invited to a party to celebrate their alliance with the Arusians, the team decide to get a little…intoxicated–well, specifically Hunk and Lance. Or: Hunk and Lance get drunk for the first time together and won’t shut up about random shit.
My Comments: Huuuunnnk. Laaannnccee. Oh, my sweet boys. It’s nice to see them hanging out. This is funny and a little bittersweet, as serves them well.

Flower For Your Thoughts by BrOwNiEfOx
Words: 3,070
Author’s Summary: Soulmate AU: when you get hurt your soulmates blooms flowers. The Paladins are meant to be together and their connection is deeper than just friendship.
My Comments: Short, sweet platonic soulmate AU with just the right amount of pain to make it all come together.

Bad Diagnosis by ElfGrove
Words: 11,483
Author’s Summary: Pidge has been having bad headaches for nearly a week straight, so she decides to see if the infirmary has some sort of Altean Advil. The actual news is not so great.
My Comments: I avoided this fic for awhile, because the tags are scary, but it’s definitely worth it. Everyone tries so hard, and it’s incredibly painful, but also good. Pidge’s family loves her to death.

His Red-Stained Footsteps by CoranCoranTheGorgeousMan
Words: 4,620
Author’s Summary: Standing facing their newly constructed teludav, crucial to their newest, most desperate measure yet, Coran tells her softly, “Your father would be proud of the leader that you’ve become.” She thinks about that, and isn’t sure.
My Comments: Really gorgeous background for Allura and Coran. Painful, but it all came together really well. Feels like canon all the way through.

Momentary Meltdown by Nandireya
Words: 4,384
Author’s Summary: In the wake of Shiro’s disappearance the team have to come to terms with their loss and what it means to their future. One in particular is not handling it well…
My Comments: I really enjoyed this look at Keith and Allura and the way their relationship is having to evolve after the events of Season Two. Keith deserves a meltdown, honestly.

The Arms of Voltron by squireofgeekdom for rimahadley
Words: 2,001
Author’s Summary: The developing friendship of Pidge and Keith over the first and second seasons, and afterward. The arms of Voltron will hold them all together.
My Comments: I love stories about these two developing a friendship. They have so many similarities and so many differences, it’s always fun to watch.

Giggle at a Funeral by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 2,375
Author’s Summary: Stranded and wounded on a planet, Shiro is bleeding out. Luckily, he can still contact his team. Unluckily, he’s well enough to talk at them.
My Comments: Shiro’s sense of humor is the WORST. It’s BossToaster, of course this fic is amazing and you should read it.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Where No One Goes by earthstar 
A Couple of Ticks by easternCriminal
Just What You Want by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (this last chapter made me cry so hard, oh Lance you beautiful child let me hug you)
Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus
Aid by Haurvatat
One Week to Say Goodbye by squirenonny
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Mini Lions by earthstar
Hunk and Lance’s Excellent Adventures by kiaella_v
Worth of A Paladin by Rururinchan
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny

theroseofyoshiwara  asked:

Reactions. Lords, retainers, side boys and ninjas. MC posing as Oiran to seduce them. Dress is similar to the wedding dress style kimonos. (See tagged photos)

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Oiran is the term for higher-ranking courtesans in Yoshiwara.

Nobunaga: He would smirk complacently, finding it amusing that she tried to seduce him. Even though he had to admit to himself that he truly couldn’t take his eyes off her, he would want to tease her.
What now? Foolish Girl, are you boasting like this? Well then… let me take a closer look at you.

Mitsuhide: He would blush in arousal when first seeing her. After having calmed down from his shock, he would approach her, pulling her towards him from her waist.
You look resplendent, my darling. Mind letting me take all of that off for you?

Saizo: He would grin, showing no hint of excitement or astonishment on his face. His expression could rather be described as amused more than anything. He would then just sit down and continue watching her.
More? Show me what you got, Little Lady.

Yukimura: He would enter the room, blush brightly and freeze on the spot. Dumbstruck he would take a deep breath trying to calm down before realizing that she was a bit rattled due to his reaction, causing him to stammer.
N-no…I-I don’t..It’s just…too much…

Nobuyuki: He would enter the room with an amused smile on his face. Approaching her, while staring down at her bare shoulders with desire in his eyes, he would whisper with a husky voice.
Everyone can stare at you all they like, but this sight is reserved for my eyes only.

Ieyasu: He would first look quite unimpressed, but would soon enjoy the show. “Aren’t we bold today.
He then would stride up to her, sliding his finger faintly along her bare arms.
How about you fulfill your duty then?

Mitsunari: He would blush brightly while frowning fiercely. “Vile seductress, what are you even trying?
Wanting to sound mad, the crack in his voice full of desire would turn his statement irrelevant and his actions that followed as soon as he finished it even more so.

Masamune: It would take him a moment to understand what was going on before blushing with a determined expression.
What are you doing?” would soon be reduced to him silently sliding their door close.

Shigezane: The arousal would make a bright blush visible on his features which would be marked by his cheeky grin soon after. His eyes narrowed in pleasure and head tilted, he would chuckle a bit.
Aw, Doll, no need for that, you always get me going anyway.

Kojuro: Even though his eyes would went wide at first, a mischievous grin would follow right after.
My precious girl… Do you have any idea what that does to me?
That night he would make sure to show her what he meant.

Hideyoshi: His cheerful expression would subside immediately at the sight of her. His voice would get husky, a whisper almost when approaching her and keeping her close between the wall and himself.
I doubt that I can control myself after what you have done…

Toshiie: Gah!
His eyes would widen the moment he saw her, a blush creeping up on his face.
Have you lost your mind? Someone could have seen you!
More probably because of the loud gasp he evoked.

Shingen: A challenging smirk on his face he would come closer immediately, pulling her towards him abruptly. He would then breath in in the nape of her neck, almost purring his next words.
Let us see what else you can do.

Kenshin: With an enchanting smile he would eye her up, his eyes shining.
You are beautiful. Surely those flowers adorning that splendid dress of yours, would wither at this sight.

Kanetsugu: He would just frown, looking straight at her without a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Next he would take his cloak and throw it over her.
Not here. Not now.

Kageie: He would look quite unimpressed at first, but would in fact be sizing her up. Realizing that her intention clearly was to seduce him, he would breath out a laugh.
You’re not too bad.

Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas

This happened to me Christmas of 2015. As I do every time I have some sort of incident, I documented it and posted it onto omorashi.org. Here it is for your reading pleasure. =)

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Hi everyone! Its been awhile since I’ve posted anything in this section, but today being Christmas you all deserve a gift, and it just so happens that Christmas Eve brought alcohol. I tend to drink far too much whenever there’s alcohol around, and I don’t exactly handle myself well when drunk, and that brought two interesting situations last night given alcohol is a diuretic and all.

So yeah, last night was Christmas Eve, and like most families, we had a get together here at home and partied a little. Gifts were exchanged, stories told, and many a drink consumed. In my case, throughout the course of the night I burned through an entire bottle of whiskey and almost a whole case of hard lemonade. Needless to say, I got pretty tipsy and stupid to the point that eventually I could barely walk and spent a lot of time laying on the floor laughing at stuff. Occasionally I managed to make it to my computer and rant in the IRC about god knows what, I can’t remember, and message pretty much everyone I know to tell them they’re awesome. But that’s not what you’re here for! I’m sure you can imagine that alcohol being a diuretic coupled with the fact that trying to walk from room to room felt like a level straight out of StarFox did not make for fun adventures to the bathroom…But yet again, my biggest enemy was once again my own terrible judgement.

So, obligatory description phase. You know the basics, I’m tiny, anywhere between 5'5 and 5'9. I haven’t been measured in years, but if I deliberately put it off I can give estimates like that, that make me sound taller than I actually am probably. Around 116 pounds, pale enough that I could probably blend in with the snow if we actually had any on the ground right now. Long black hair, and I’d like to think I look fairly decent when I put on my standard eyeliner and the like. This story will involve 2 outfits, but for most of the night I was wearing a black shirt that stops right above my belly button, a black and white striped buttonup overshirt (A favorite of mine) left unbuttoned, a pair of light gray jeans with a cute belt. I have a thing for cute and shiny belt buckles, in this case it was a heart. I also wore a santa hat, but that fell off at some point and went forgotten for the rest of the night.

Anywho yes, I socialized, drank, drank some more, eventually devolved into being a cavewoman slurring around on the ground. It happens to me a lot. Needless to say, I eventually developed a rather pressing need to pee, but as is usually the case when I am drunk, I ignored it entirely because almost everything else in the world seems like a far more pressing matter. I recall the first time I actually noticed it as an urgent thing was when I was sitting on the floor in the living room playing my PS4 while trying to sing opera for some reason. I twisted in a certain way, and a drop fell out into my purple panties. It took me completely by surprise. I actually had to meditate on it for a second and focus on my bodily functions and was like, WELL I am certainly very desperate to pee, how did I not notice this? I stared at the stairs. Well…Kind of. My vision was swimming all over the place, so it was more like looking in the general direction of the stairs and mulling over the concept of them. Then a zombie attacked me on the game I had neglected to even look at for the last 20 seconds without pausing, and like a true drunk I COMPLETELY forgot the need I had just realized I had for perhaps the next 25 minutes before it violently reminded me I was there again.

Midgame I shifted again and a dribble began. I didn’t even notice it, but I began to feel warm and shifted again because it felt nice. The movement, naturally, caused me to suddenly violently spurt into my pants, the area between my legs gathering a sizable wet patch. Upon the feeling of momentary loss of control, I felt multiple things. Surprise, given I had forgotten about this, and a very sudden awareness that I could burst literally any second. The desperation I had somehow managed to ignore hit like a freight train. In that moment, it was like I had never needed to pee more. The moment I spurted I moaned VERY loudly, prompting my mother to poke in the room and give me a weird eye. I crossed my legs to hide the patch, waved at the tv and said something resembling “Zombeesh”, to which she nodded in apparent understanding.

It was at this point I became determined. I got to my feet somehow, and made my way up the stairs in a weird walk/crawling way, the people socializing in the kitchen next to the living room barely noticing. I dribbled more when I was going up I think. I can’t say for sure, but I do remember the warmness being more apparent the more I moved. I made it to the top…

…And completely forgot why I was there and stumbled into my bedroom before sitting at the computer. I blinked a few times, typed some crap I don’t remember into the IRC, and pondered my presence on the second floor of the house. I spurted badly again and suddenly remembered why…And just took it in. Being an omo enthusiast, the situation struck me and I became somewhat entranced and aroused. I felt the wet spot with my hand, which had grown into a very noticeable size. I vaguely remember humming lightly, an almost “mmm” sound and intentionally letting a few dribbles out to keep the warm lingering. I got a little TOO into it, because my back arched…Which pushed my belt and button into my abdomen. A very violent leak happened, spraying into my jeans with a hiss and I could feel my ass become very wet almost instantly. I shot forward and buried my hands between my legs with a noise probably sounding like a “Gah!” before remembering to appreciate the predicament I was in. I very obviously had to change now, very bad damage having been done. Go to bathroom. Change into pj’s. Plans having been laid and focused on, I stood up…and fell right into my desk, bumping into my belly more. I propped myself up, slamming my hand on my desk and squealing as I felt my muscles start to fluctuate heavily, like my pelvic floor were teetering and about to drop any second. I kept my free hand buried between my legs as I tried to stand, tried to move, tried to hold, but it was too hard.

A spray shot out. And another. I gasped and squeaked more as my pee began to warm my hand in bursts, the bursts rapidly coming closer together. My pants became damper in a larger, and larger margin each time, I could feel streams beginning to flow down my inner thighs…That’s what caused the pelvic floor to quite literally drop. The moment I got my balance it just started coming off of me, and trying to clench it shut was like trying to lift a weight way too heavy for me. I yelled out a very loud cry as I felt my pee race down the insides of my legs, trailing behind me to soak my lower ass, and otherwise pour off of me to pitterpatter onto the floor. It just kept hissing, a prolonged pssssh as I constantly cried out, “AHH A-AH AAH” as if the yelling would help my now drenched hand stem the flow (It didn’t.)

I looked down and saw it spread across the front of my jeans, the sleeve of my overshirt also becoming warm and wet from its position between my legs. The insides and back of my legs finally became soaked to the bottom, getting eachother as well as the floor wet from my constant futile bouncing and rapidly shaking legs. A stream came off my ankle and made a small river. I bit down on my hand, realizing that all the yelling was probably a bad idea, and only let out muffled panicked mewls as I stood there unable to move, constantly gripping at my completely drenched hissing crotch and pressing my legs together, unable to keep myself from completely wetting my pants right down to the last drop.

I stood there for a minute or two. Maybe more. Just taking it all in. I had many an emotion running through me at the time: fear, panic, relief, arousal, quite a bit of dizziness from alcohol if you can call that an emotion. I think I actually slapped something nonsensical into the IRC immediately afterward, something like “I peed oops.” I pulled myself together enough to change into my pj’s, some nice pink pj pants and an equally pink tank top, with some lighter red panties to finish off the ensemble. I stashed my wet clothes away so I could wash them the moment I had so much as a few minutes alone to throw them in the wash without their initial condition being seen, and wiped up the lake on my floor with a dirty towel I had used to shower earlier, and threw it in with the clothes. I was able to plan this much while bombed out of my mind. But my strife didn’t end there!

I got downstairs, and people were starting to leave. I gave goodbyes to the best of my ability, and sat down to game more (I am bad at social activities, but I was more than happy to chat games with anyone who came into the living room to investigate the zombie killing sounds of Dying Light.) Of course this only lasted as long as I could sit up. Drowsiness began to accompany the dizziness, and eventually playing the game even drunkenly was basically impossible. Mom came in and smacked me with a dish towel when I fell asleep on the floor with the controller in my hand, and I began the ridiculous process of wobbling my way back to my room. I fell right onto my mattress and that was that.

Now we come into a dream. I was in some sort of place. A semi outdoor military base maybe? Something odd like that. I really needed to pee, so I looked around. Granted, I was basically alone, it seemed deserted so I could have just peed right there, but logic isn’t a thing in dreams. After much desperate hobbling I ran into my 7th grade math teacher, whom I told “Miss, I really have to pee, reaaaaally badly right now, do you know where the bathroom is? Please?” And she just nodded in a teacherly way and nudged her head in a direction. I bounded over there immediately, and came face to face with a row of shower stalls, each with curtains. Not another soul to be found. For some reason I thought this was the best place, so I went in one and yanked the curtain behind me.

At this point my desperation jumped to a ten, and I got that feeling like if you were sitting while desperate, and then stood up. You know, the gravity of everything in your abdomen dropping? But I was standing the whole time, which again I attribute to dream physics. Just know it made me leak. So I look down to undo the bluejeans I was wearing. It is then I discover I am wearing not one, not two, but three belts. They aren’t my usual belts either with the cute buckles. Each buckle is a puzzle straight from “Keep talking and nobody explodes”, if you know the game. Where my belt notches would normally be was an led timer literally built into the leather, counting down from a minute. Somehow I knew I had to get each belt undone before the timer was up. First I figured out a morse code one, the word was “pebble”. The moment I unhooked it, I uncontrollably spurted into my jeans, creating a wet patch. The second belt had wires. With the wirecutter that magically appeared in my hand, I read through the manual that was on the shower wall for no reason and cut the proper wires, unhooking the buckle. I leak again, much worse this time, and let out a shriek as my inner thigh darkens down to almost the knee. The final buckle, is a word jumble. With 24 seconds left on the clock, I cannot figure out the solution for the life of me. I try to think but its almost impossible, my desperation is sooo bad, I just try to mull over words with those letters, all the while just saying to myself over and over, “I’m going to piss my pants, I’m going to piss my pants, I’m going to piss my pants…”

I never did figure out the words. Right as the clock hit 1 second, the letters rearranged themselves into the words TIMES UP!

The clock hit zero. My dream bladder, right on cue, feels like its contorting. Like its squeezing itself. I immediately hunch over, my hands and nails dig into my kneecaps. I cry out, yelling “Nooo don’t make me pee my fucking pants please no!!” but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. My bladder basically wrings itself out, and I have NO control. Its like I suddenly have the muscles of a 5 year old. I strain so hard and clench but it makes no difference, as my crotch and legs darken and shine, pee flowing out of me like a river. A loud hissing can be heard as it just runs down the back of my legs, no stopping it. My dream jeans barely contain it, and I can see several streams falling off me where the fabric is too saturated. I stare into my puddle and see my eyes. And then I wake up.

The first thing I notice is that it’s 3 am according to my clock. The second thing I notice is that I’m still basically hammered, because I can hardly move and the entire room is spinning like I’m about to be in the movie “Cube”. The third thing I notice is that I am absolutely bursting. As in, I’m not about to burst, I already am bursting. My nether regions and ass are very warm and very damp, and I can feel the bed underneath me becoming warm. I realize that I’m wetting my cute pink pajama pants and panties, and my first reflex is to shoot right out of bed. Of course this is a terrible idea, as again, the room is spinning. I roll right out of bed and land on the floor, on my back, and for the life of me I CANNOT get up.

This leads to my second accident of the night. I formulate the plan in my head. Stop the flow, stand up, go to the bathroom like a big girl. But none of those things ever happened. I’m on my back there on the floor, and I shove both hands down my bottoms and grip the outside of my now very wet panties. I let out a very sleepy and frustrated moan as I realize the impact did me in, my fingers and hands getting wetter and wetter as I leak and leak and leak. I keep groggily groaning things like “No, stop, please stop, nooo, stop peeing, I’m not peeing my pants nooo.” In exactly the way you expect someone who’s too drunk to know their environment would say it. I was basically on my back, and rolling from side to side like a stuck turtle, criss crossing my legs back and forth as my jammies got wetter and wetter. I try to sit up and that alone puts pressure on my bladder just enough to turn the leaks into a stream. I fall back on my back and begin whining and moaning as I clutch at my crotch from inside my pants, soaking my hands and arms, as I feel my pee seep through and pool on the floor under me, drenching my ass and making my pajama pants absolutely sopping, from pink to a red. It pools under my legs, and up under my back getting my tank top all wet too. I arch my back, moaning anxiously, hating how much I was loving the relief.

Due to the arch I’m able to get a glance underneath me, and I can now hear the hissing coming from my pants, and it begins to stream straight from under my ass through the fabric onto the floor beneath it, and that sight just kills me in more ways than one. I lose ALL control and I become a human firehose, the hissing becoming so loud its almost deafening, and the sight of niagra falls and the feeling of sopping warmth when I plop back down into my puddle wakes me up and I become absolutely frantic, realizing fully that I am laying on my floor absolutely soaking myself. I start whining and panicking, my hands shooting everywhere they can grow, my eyes going wide as I keep muttering something along the lines of “no no no stop stop stop” but I just…can’t. I push my hands into my crotch from the outside of my pants this time and the heat from my pee is just hot, in multiple ways of the word. I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I clutched, pushed, wiggled my legs and soaking wet ass, it just poured out of me as I moaned and groaned like a panicked child.

Eventually it stopped and I just laid there, in a huge puddle, just staring at the ceiling not believing I just pissed in my bed and on my floor in what were some of my favorite jammies. I actually ended up passing out there, due to the alcohol I’m assuming. I woke up later, finding I had kicked my pants halfway off in my sleep. I was soaked from almost head to toe. I threw the pants with the other clothes…I was freezing now, as the puddle had grown cold. I was feeling less drunken and a little queasy. I walked downstairs in my wet panties and tank top, knowing everyone was sound asleep and ate some lasagna while pondering whether alcohol was worth it anymore. Yes, a wetting at 3 am made me consider quitting drinking. I got back upstairs, took off the rest of my garments, grabbed my second shower in the last 24 hours, before cleaning up (again), throwing on a nightie and going back to sleep again. I had to pee again kinda by the time I got in the shower, because a whole case of hard lemonade and a quart of whiskey is a lot of liquid I assume, and I had yet to empty any of it anywhere that wasn’t my clothes. So I peed in the shower to spite my dream. I peed in a shower successfully without a belt time bladder bomb. So ha.

I woke up, had Christmas morning, got some sweet loot, visited family, had dinner, and had a great day overall. And first thing tomorrow morning when everyone’s sleeping in, I’ve got a hefty, very damp load of laundry that I need to take care of. As per usual, I got away without being caught, and thinking back on it causes me to realize that it was all very hot in retrospect. Its hard to revel in it when you’re panicking and trying not to do it, but looking back on it later is always rather fun.

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy my latest mishap. I look forward to feedback! Feel free to leave a comment, shoot me a message, whatever <3

I hope everyone had a great day! Merry Christmas!

P.S No I’m not giving up alcohol I’m basically an alcoholic I ain’t kidding myself.

Convallaria

Originally posted by sinceriouslydean

Characters- Florist!Gadreel x Reader

Summary- As an artist, most of your time spent is sketching. So when you notice a small flower shop, you can’t resist the opportunity to sketch some flowers. Little did you know, the florist held his own allure.

Word Count- 1,363

Warnings- Mega fluff.

A/N- ‘Convallaria’ is the scientific name for Lily of the Valley. I gotta give a shout out to @icecream-and-gadreel for giving me florist!Gad feels so bad that I had to write this fluff monster. This is my first time writing Gad, so let me know what you think!


You’re surprised you’d never noticed it before, really. The quaint shop sat across the street from your usual seat in your favorite cafe, in easy view as you sketched passersby. The large front window was filled with gorgeous bouquets of flowers, all bright and cheerful. The sign on the window read ‘The Garden of Eden’ in beautiful flowing script- a little cheesy, you supposed, but it somehow fit.

You’re far too intrigued by the small shop to not take a look, so you finish off your coffee, tucking your sketchbook under your arm.

The door jingles happily as you push the door open, the light floral scent pleasant as your eyes drift over the various shapes and colors. Some of the more popular flowers sit in the front- daisies, daffodils, carnations, roses, and peonies all lined beautifully along the shelves. The more exotic flowers though, are gorgeous, half-remembered names escaping you as you open your sketchbook and pull your pencil from behind your ear. You start sketching small white bell-shaped flowers, the happy little petals and sweet scent pulling a smile from you as you sketch away.

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firebugsworld  asked:

#twinsuns #THE FEELS!!! Because I'm having them. Gah! Just protective Anakin and cinnamon roll, I'll still love you even IF you make the wrong choice, Ben. *preciousbb!* Just, oh my poor heart. T_T *who's cutting onions here?* So, if I'm following this right the twins are late teens early 20's and clones next time? AFSDJFKJSDG! *happy dance* And all these tough as nails masters scared of Jocasta? Headcanon Accepted! *set's up camp and trades out camp chair for plushy recliner* I'm here to stay!

“Ben…Ben come on…Ben open your eyes.” Mace called out, cursing when the other didn’t as much as twitch where he had been placed, a slow sluggish line of blood making its way into his copper hair. “For karks sake, Ben please open your eyes or Jocasta is going to have my ass.” He tried again as he floated around.

“Jocasta?”

He would have jerked if he could as Dooku entered the room before scowling at the old master. “Jocasta. That’s her padawan.” He gave a nod to the shallowly breathing man.

They both stared a Ben for a few moments before Dooku gave a little mutter and pulled him from the rays, holding the other in his arms. “Jocasta has a padawan.”

“Qui-Gon asked her to train him.”

“He’s very…small.” Yan countered as he rested Ben down on the sand and then placed a hand on the headwound the other had gotten.

“But strong in mind and the Force.” Mace was being careful with his words, Ben’s ability to see the future was not something he wanted the other man to know with what they had figured out so far.

“If he is her padawan, then why is he with you Master Windu?”

“Because Ben is taking his trials and being with someone on active missions is easier, Jocasta has requested those she trusts to look after him for them.” Mace scowled before wincing a bit. “She is never going to let me take him again after this.”

Yan just hummed as he took care of the head injury, eyes examining the face of the young man and the mech hand. “Hmm one handed?”

“He was like that when he was brought to the temple by Qui-Gon. We gave him a mech hand for his own sake as helping Jocasta in the Archives were easier with two hands.”

At the name of his former padawan, Dooku focused even more on Ben.

“Qui-Gon found him?”

“Him and his twin brother yes. Padawan Skywalker is Qui-Gon’s apprentice though.”

Dooku tilted Ben’s head a bit up, looking closely at him.

Mace had a bad feeling curling in his stomach at that. ‘…Jocasta is going to have my damn hide but at least Ben’s injuries are being seen to, so that’s something.’

()()()

Ben was blushing.

Anakin couldn’t stop staring because Ben was blushing.

Ben was blushing because Commander Cody had taken both his hands gently and pressed a kiss to each of them, the clone commander not caring about the mech hand but treating it as an equally delicate thing.

“Commander Skywalker, its a pleasure to see you again.” Cody greeted with a smile.

“Its a pleasure to see you too Commander Cody.” Ben returned almost sweetly. “We didn’t get to talk much on Kamino before me and Master Windu left.”

“No, so I’m grateful to be assigned to you.”

‘Are they…flirting? Is Ben flirting?’ Anakin looked closely, feeling an unfamiliar sensation rise in his stomach. Ben wasn’t excatly unfamiliar to flirting, in a temple with hormonal people but he generally avoided getting into anything.

“And I’m grateful to be assigned to you. I don’t know if you’ve meet my brother?” Ben seemed to remember himself, tugging his hands away from Cody while pushing his braid behind his ear with a small flush, smiling at his twin. “Anakin, this is commander Cody.”

The blond quickly made his way to his smaller twins side, peering at Cody as the clone commander instantly shifted into salute. “General Skywalker, of course.”

“So you’ll be working with Qui-Gon and Ben then.” Anakin settled a hand on his twins shoulder, giving it a little squeeze even as his brother peered up at him in confusion, obviously sensing his straining emotions.

“Yes sir. I’ll be sure to follow their lead sir.”

Anakin inwardly grumbled and pulled his brother more to his side before grinning at him. “Come on Ben, we should get you something to eat.”

“Anak-eeep!” Ben blinked as he was pulled along by his brother before waving shyly at Cody. “Anakin that was rude.”

“Eh, he’ll get over it.” The blond offered airily while waving his mech hand lightly, a lasting souvenir from Genosis. “Remind me to introduce him to Master Jocasta though”

As the two disappeared into a tent, Rex sidled up beside his vod and smirked at him. “General Skywalker is going to be waaaatching you.” He teased.

“Oh shut it Rex.”