Anon asked: 7. I’m drugged up on cough medicine and right now sounds like a gREAT time to tell you how hot you are and pass out in your car.” 8. ^ You passed out in my car because of strong medication and now I have to figure out how to get you home and avoid taking a picture of your cute sleeping face.” –with rich the one high on cold medicine and Jake driving
So here ya go!!
“You know Rich, I love you, but I don’t really like having to get a call from Jeremy to come pick you up from work because you’re too sick to be here.”
Jake was currently staring down at his boyfriend, who had his flushed face against the break room table. He looked up at him lazily, his eyes gliding around as though he wasn’t focusing on a single word Jake had said.
Two years into a successful apprenticeship with Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano, Padawan Learner Obi-Wan Kenobi is filled with both excitement and anxiety at promise of his very first mission with his master. But before they jet off to Raxus on the Outer Rim, Obi-Wan needs to do some researching in the Jedi Archives.
The sun had set by the time Ahsoka and Obi-Wan arrived back at the Jedi Temple, the five spires lit up as a beacon to one and all, the great seat of light and hope in the galaxy.
This was the home of the Jedi.
This was the heart of the Order.
Obi-Wan had exhausted his questions about their upcoming assignment and was trailing after Ahsoka, observing the people on the streets as they passed them. The Temple District was quieter than the Senate District but there was always something to see. Sentients from every corner of the galaxy could be found in the district, from academics and scholars who wanted to do research on the Jedi and their history to those who came seeking a chance to work within the Temple grounds to those who simply saw the Temple as a tourist spot, a place one simply had to see when they got a chance to visit Coruscant.
Security at the Temple during Ahsoka’s childhood had been far more rigorous than it was now. She was still surprised to see the occasional tour group put together by a senatorial friend of the High Council or a wide-eyed clutch of invited sentients following after whatever Jedi Master had been roped into giving the tour this time. Ahsoka had once tagged along with one of these groups during her first year back in the past, following Master Diaz and a crop of new senators from the Mid Rim through the halls as she tried to re-learn where everything was supposed to be.
“Master?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke into Ahsoka’s thoughts as they entered the Temple. “Master? I… may I confess something?”
They had just passed through the massive main entrance of the Temple, moving past the towering bronzium statues that represented great masters from the ancient days of the Order. Ahsoka glanced at Obi-Wan and nodded, gesturing for him to follow her over to a private corner.
Safely tucked away where no one could hear them, Ahsoka turned to her padawan. “What is it, Obi-Wan? Is something wrong?”
[Eyyy, finally got down the other half of Tipping Point! It’s kinda cheesy, but I’m writing for a hypothetical shonen here! There’s probably going to be a third part to this as it ends on a pretty clear cliffhanger but? Lemme know what you guys think!]
“Now, Higashikata, I am capable of being benevolent when it suits me. I, unlike you, am mature.”
As Kira let the words roll coolly off of his tongue, halting his stride, the bevy of mutated creatures behind him had their attention shift to small animals and neighborhood pets to sate what hunger was left among them. Blood spilled further into the streets, pooling at Kira’s feet like a royal carpet rolled out for his magnificence.
“I am highly aware,” the parasite continued, “that death is not the only, or even the best, option.”
Josuke struggled to find a way to counter and was quickly losing hope of finding back-up–his mind turned again and again to the worst case scenario, and he struggled to hide his shaking as Kira’s voice rose.
“Now you, being immature, probably have not taken into account the depth of my gracious offer. So, listen closely.” Kira rose one thin, bony finger and wagged it at Josuke, lips curled into a detestable smirk. “I, Yoshikage Kira, am offering to spare you.”
At Ruby and Belle’s engagement party, Robin teases Regina about her wandering eye.
For @rcgalbeliever who requested, Robin playfully calling Regina out on her casual crush on David.
Robin watched Regina from across the crowded room—watching the
way she sipped her wine, swaying gently to music that seemed to be in her head
as her lip caught between her teeth and her eyebrow arched. A smirk formed over
his lips as he followed her gaze—following it to Charming who was bending down
to tussle the hair of Belle’s young son. He laughed quietly to himself and he
shook his head, reaching for the mug of beer the bartender had slid across the
counter to him.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened—in
fact, he’d come to expect it whenever she’d had too much to drink. It didn’t
bother him—it was all perfectly innocent—and it had become something of a game
he played, making little bets with himself over how many glasses of wine it would
take and who would be target of her wandering eyes. He chuckled softly as he
looked back over his shoulder and watched her stare—she was clearly enjoying
Grabbing the glass of merlot he’d ordered for her, he said
his thanks to the bartender—and it’d been then that he decided to make this
little game a bit more interesting. He took a long sip from the frothy top of
his beer, clearing his throat as he approached her and stifling his urge to
laugh out when her shoulders straightened, and she tuned to look at him.
Plucking her empty glass from her hand, he leaned in,
reaching back around her to set the glass on one of the tables. “I saw that,”
he whispered as he pulled back, brushing a feathery kiss along her jaw. Her
brow creased in confusion as he pulled away, but nonetheless, she accepted the
new glass of wine and took a little sip. “You are not nearly as sly as you’d
like to think.”
“I… have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said to
him, looking quickly to his beer and then back to him. “You must be drunk.”
“Hmm, awfully defensive, aren’t we?” He asked as a low but
rumbling laugh rose into his voice. “And I am drunk,” he confirmed with a quick
nod. “But so are you, and you were
checking him out.”
“You’re delusional,” she gasped, her eyes
widening indignantly, “Drunk and delusional.”
“Am I?” He challenged, his eyebrows arching as he shook his
head and an amused grin twisted onto his lips. “Are you really going to deny
that you were just admiring Prince Charming’s
Regina’s cheeks flushed and her dark eyes grew even wider. “That’s…”
“Ridiculous,” she scoffed a bit too loudly to be convincing.
“So you admit it…”
“No… I… was…” she began, her cheeks flushing a deeper red and she
searched for an excuse. “I admit nothing.”
“You are such a terrible liar,” he says as free hand finds
her hip, kneading at the fabric of her skirt, “An adorably flustered and
Swallowing hard, her eyes cast upward. “I don’t have a thing for that… shepherd.”
“I didn’t say you had a thing for him,” Robin countered. “I just…
said you were checking out his ass.” He watched as she hesitated—sucking in a
short breath as she debated what to say in return. His fingers pressed harder
at her hip and a smile stretched across her lips. “No… no, it’s not him you
have a thing for. Well, not just him…”
“Are there others?” She asked, laughing as she eyed him. “Others
I am unaware of having caught my eye?”
“Oh, don’t be so coy,” he murmured. “The way you look at him
is nothing like the way you look at Maleficent…”
Her lips open to protest and another grin tugged onto his lips, “Or one of
tonight’s beautiful brides-to-be.”
“Okay, I’ll own up to the others—to David and Mal—but I have
never given Ruby a second glance.”
“I meant Belle,”
Robin countered as his eyebrow arched and Regina’s cheeks flushed an even
deeper shade of red as she stammered in an unsuccessful attempt to find her
voice. “You’re adorable, you know that?” He asked, drawing her in by the waist
as he leaned in to kiss her.
Fandom: Mianite Ship: Diacate Chapters: 1/? Summary: Tom receives a vision of what happened before he wound up on the island. Extra notes: Of course since this will end up longer than I’d like it’ll be cut up into chapters, though I don’t know how many.
“M’lord!” The fire beast shouted, running down the dark corridor that leads to the throne room of the palace. When he found himself near the throne his kneeled down, panting, out of breath. “M… m’lord.”
“What is it, Furia?” The man in the throne asked, his voice booming through the room. He moved in his throne, resting his chin on the back of his hand while he waited for his guardian to catch his breath.
“The training this morning started,” Furia said, “and there’s new trainee you might want to see.” Furia stood and stepped back a few feet, waiting for the red-skinned being to make his decision. The man stood from his seat, motioning with his hand for Furia to lead him. “Oddly enough,” Furia started while he sorted through some papers he had been holding, “this trainee-guy wasn’t actually in any of the papers. He never signed up or anything. I didn’t even know he follows you.” Furia looked over his shoulder and at his lord for any changes in attitude, the man showed nothing.
They neared the training arena and stood on the highest platform so they could look down on the trainees. The lord hummed as he watched his newest soldiers playing “follow the leader” with long sticks. The movements made by the leader were stiff and rugged, nothing the lord would’ve aloud. A deep rumbling rose from his throat while he watched. The rumbling startled Furia just beside him causing the flame beast to stutter, “U-uh so I’ve been meaning to find a new leader b… uh… ‘cause I knew you wouldn’t like how this one was going. Th-that’s on my list, m’lord, so… uh, so don’t worry.”
“Calm down, Furia,” the lord said as he gazed at the trainees. He chuckled when he saw one of them fumble their staff, it dropped to the floor and rolled off yet the group continued their stiff and jagged movements; thrusting the stick in the air, swinging it side to side and whatnot. His uncharacteristically pink eyes caught one being, a trainee at the end. His bright blue hair stood out from the whole group, let alone the whole property seeing as blue isn’t a color you’d expect from someone following a man characterized by reds and golds. The blue-haired trainee had the most fluid movements of anyone in the courtyard. It was almost like watching an angel.
“Sir?” Furia asked, throwing the lord back into reality.
“What?” He asked, standing upright and towering over his sorry excuse for a guardian.
“I’ll pull the trainee out of the yard and have a talk with him,” Furia said, “you can wait in your throne room or office or wherever you feel like going nowadays. I’ll bring him to you when I get the information for him filled out.”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” the lord said and walked off, his slender tail flicking in what Furia assumed to be some sort of irritation.
Furia huffed, blowing out embers, and stormed off towards one of the staircases that led down to the courtyard where the new soldiers are being trained. He walked up to the leader, but not before eyeing the blue-haired mystery in the back. He wondered what about this boy that made Dianite zone out like that though he wouldn’t be surprised if it were just his fighting skills.
“Malachai,” Furia snarled, showing his sharp canines. He may be the shortest of everyone but he’s the scariest member aside from the lord they all served. “The blue-haired one—” he pointed to the trainee in the back—“what is his name and room number?”
“I don’t actually know his name but it’s 319 I think?” Malachai said, holding his staff close to him. “You know where he came from?”
“No, I thought you would.”
“Nah,” Malachai frowned and lowered his voice, “he just kinda of showed up. With the hair I sorta suspect he might be a Mianite spy but… his skill surpasses that of a regular Mianite follower.”
“Interesting,” Furia mumbled while he watched the trainee over his shoulder, “Thank you, I’ll have to talk to him personally then.”
“Oh, by the way,” Furia dragged on his words and clicked his tongue on his teeth. “I want a word with you after the training is over. Come see me in the throne room of our lord.”
“Oh… uh, of course, Guardian Furia,” Malachai stumbled on his words and bowed quickly.
“Good day,” Furia growled and walked off. He slowly stepped up to the blue-haired trainee and cleared his throat.
The man yelped and swung his staff, nearly hitting the guardian. “S-sorry, Sir,” the man said when he noticed it was just the short guardian. “Is there something you need?”
Furia’s brows furrowed. How could he know of Furia when even Furia himself didn’t even know this boy existed? “Yes,” he sighed, “the Lord would like a word with you.”
Before the boy could muster out a word, Furia had stomped off. He didn’t understand why the guardian had to be so angry all the time. He straightened up and followed the guardian even though he probably wouldn’t be needed until after the training, but better early than late he could suppose. He wouldn’t want to keep his lord waiting.
“Syndicate,” the lord spoke darkly, Furia standing next to his throne still as a statue with his hands clasped behind his back. “And you say you don’t follow my brother?”
“No, Sir,” the blue-haired trainee, Syndicate, bowed his head while he kneeled in front of the throne the lord lounged sat in. “Although,” he muttered more to himself.
“Although?” The lord sat up, causing Syndicate to squeak.
“Oh, um, I actually have a couple friends that do serve your brother, but we don’t really let our alignments really get in the way,” Syndicate explained, sitting up straight, “but if there would be a task you require me to do in spite of your brother and his people then I will serve you every step of the way. No questions asked.”
The lord’s right ear twitched slightly and he sat back seemingly satisfied that his new recruit wouldn’t betray his word. “Where did you learn such skill, Syndicate?”he asked, resting his chin on the back of his hand while he leaned to the side.
Syndicate stood from his kneeling position, his knees having gone stiff and needing a stretch. “I’d say I got it from my father,” he responded, “he was one of your strongest warriors but retired to train me.”
The lord hummed. “I see.”
“He died a while ago, it’s really nothing I don’t think,” Syndicate shrugged.
“Why did you come here?”
Syndicate bowed his head in respect and spoke, “To become your strongest warrior and serve by your side, Lord Dianite.”
open to female/nb || Hitchhiker; Friend’s younger sibling; Significant other’s younger sibling
Rose knew it was wrong, but they were just so damned beautiful that it truly couldn’t be helped. The two of them had been sitting outside their destination, the idle rumbling of Rose’s diesel engine the only sound in the truck cab. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Her brain was empty of words, only pictures of the younger one’s quivering lips. Visions of what those pretty eyes would look like staring up at her while their mouth worked at her cit. The taste of their skin on her tongue, the feel of their supple breasts, warm and pliable in her knowing hands. Rose should’ve told her to get out. Instead, she licked her lips and lost the battle of wills as she leaned in to kiss them.
Summary: Bucky returns home from a mission a little battered and bruised.
Warnings: angst, fluff and mentions of blood and injury
A/N: I hope you all enjoy! As always, I’d love your feedback x
Bucky always did what he could to be as quiet as possible whenever he finally returned home, shuffling his tired, heavy feet through the door at some ungodly hour of the night. Or, more accurately, the morning. More often than not I would wake up anyway, despite his best efforts. Either that or I would already be lying awake, hindered from sleep by the worries I held whenever he was away. It was often the latter, if I’m being honest. But tonight I’d been so wrecked, after not getting off work until late, that I practically fell into bed as soon as I threw my keys down on the table by the door.
I was sprawled out on the bed, flat on my stomach, mouth hung open ever so charmingly, when I was stirred awake by the quiet yet familiar noises coming from the other side of the bedroom door. The muffled thud of his heavy combat boots, the soft clatter of his keys hitting the table, the light jingling of the zips on his pack against the hardwood floor. Strange that such mundane sounds would never fail to bring me comfort.