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seventeenpins · 10 months

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Can we perhaps have something where stepdad Joel makes reader squirt-😗

alskdfjal yes of course this is so perfect :))) thank u for the prompt 💕

practice makes perfect

pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: follow-up to bad girl. your mom decides to go out one night, leaving you and your stepdad at home alone together. feeling hurt and petty in response to his wife's cheating, he has no qualms with fucking you in your mom's bedroom. you make a mess.

warnings: okay lets go, a lot of fucking (so much fucking), stepcest, infidelity, oral sex (mentioned), unsafe piv, SQUIRTING, dirty talk, fingering, daddy kink, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), a bit of dom/sub vibes, multiple orgasms, creampie -- let me know if i missed anything?

a/n: i am so completely blown away by the response to my first stepdad!joel fic -- thank you all so much for the comments and reblogs and messages, i fuckin cherish them all. as always, pls feel free to reach out. i hope you enjoy this instalment!

for the first week after joel walked in on you, you were half convinced your entire experience with him had been a fever dream. you hadn't seen all that much of him on account of a big project he's been grumbling about, something about a delayed material delivery that pushed him closer to a deadline than he'd prefer. you were busy yourself, too, going out with friends and spending long hours on some of your freelance work.

there were moments, though, that you'd catch one another and there'd be a glint of something in his eye.

one night, you, your mom, and joel are all sat at the table for a family dinner. your mom has drained her wine glass twice already, and is reaching for the bottle again as she tells you both, "i'm afraid i can't stay for long tonight, i just got a text from vera. sounds like she's having a bad night and needs a friend."

joel makes a sound like a snort that he follows up with a cough. "poor vera," he says, "she's been havin' an awful rough time lately, hasn't she? it's like she's inconsolable every other day."

"yes," your mom says, "she has been going through so much."

joel stares at her for a moment and you almost expect him to challenge her on it, but then he lets out a breath and smiles.

"you're such a good friend, baby," he tells her and she grins before turning back to her glass of wine and taking a big gulp. joel fixes you with a knowing stare and smirks. you both know she's not going to vera's.

after she finishes picking at her plate, she announces that she needs to get ready and dips out of the room.

"so, vera, huh?" you ask and joel snorts.

"can't believe your momma forgot she made me follow that woman on instagram months ago. according to her recent posts, she's currently travelling through iceland."

you roll your eyes and laugh, "seriously?" you ask, and joel nods.

"you'd think she'd be a better liar by this point," you say, and joel smiles but winces a little too.

it's not a game. you know it's not a game. just because you're used to your mother's antics doesn't mean it isn't new to joel, and he's only known for certain for a week that she's been unfaithful to him and that's gotta hurt. despite whatever's going on between you two, you know joel's heart is aching.

you're pretty sure you've just poured salt in the wound.

"i'm sorry, joel," you say, suddenly embarrassed, "i didn't mean to- i don't know. i didn't mean to make fun of it. i know you're dealing with... a lot."

joel shrugs and relaxes, "ah, it's alright sweetheart. just something i need to deal with. but you've done nothing wrong."

"okay," you say, and it's only then that you realise how close you've been leaning towards one another. at the sound of your mother's heels on the stairs, joel clears his throat and the two of you put more distance between yourselves.

your mother's voice carries down the hallway. "will you two be alright without me? i know you haven't had a chance to spend much time together."

"i'm sure we'll manage." you say, and joel smirks.

"she's a real good girl," he says, "'m lovin these opportunities to get to know her better."

"i'm glad to hear it," your mom says, and smiles between the two of you as you do your best not to choke.

"ya look great, baby," joel says, eyebrows raised as he looks your mom up and down. "cute dress. that makeup's gonna get ruined with your face masks, though, huh?"

she blushes and waves him off, "you know i like to get all get dolled up for my girls night," she says, "i can wipe the makeup off later."

"i'm sure you will," he says, and though you can hear the edge to it, you don't think your mom can. he presses a kiss to her cheek.

"i might be home late," she tells you both, "don't wait up!"

"no worries, baby," joel says, "in fact, if vera's having such a hard time, maybe you should make it a sleepover"

your mom grins and it's dazzling and heartbreaking. it's moments like this that you can see exactly why so many men have fallen in love with her. "that's a great idea, honey," she says, "i think i'll do just that! i'll see you both in the morning."

with a swish of her hair, your mom has left through the front door. joel groans, folding forward and resting his head in his hands, letting out a low "fucking jesus" before he sits back and composes himself. he lets out a deep sigh and then turns to look at you and shakes his head, closing his eyes, resigned.

you're not sure what's appropriate. you nearly reach out to deliver a comforting pat to his hand, but change your mind at the last moment, instead batting your hand out like a cat's paw and then recoiling.

joel's eyes weren't, apparently, closed. he sees your indecisive gesture, frowns, and gives you a look, before laughing. "you're okay, sweetheart," he says, his voice still tinged with the rumble of laughter, "it's all a lot to deal with. but i'm managing. and guess what?"

"what?" you ask.

"we've got a whole night to ourselves. just the two of us."

"oh yeah?" you ask, and you suddenly feel hot all over. joel's staring at you with such a darkness in his eyes that you're certain you're already wet.

"'f that's something you'd like, that is." joel smiles and it's almost unexpected the way he checks in with you, that he still has the capacity to focus on your needs. in his position, you might just be out to take what you could get, wholly and selfishly.

he's so... considerate. fuck he turns you on.

"i've got an idea," you say, and you take him by the hand and lead him upstairs.

you can feel his body stiffen when you stand in the doorway to your mother's bedroom. "you want me to fuck you in here?" he asks, and you can't parse his tone.

you're worried that you've gone too far, that despite the filthy way he fucked you only a few days ago, you've hit a barrier you should never have crossed, but you nod. before you can ask is it too much? he's growling "yes" and dragging you into the room.

he pulls you into a kiss, frenzied and feral, his teeth biting at you, nipping at your lips and cheeks, laving kisses down your throat. before you know it, you're both fully naked, clothes littered all over the floor of the room and joel's teeth are gently biting down on one of your nipples as he rocks his hips against yours.

"are you gonna let me take care of you? gonna let daddy take care of you?" he asks, "use your words."

"yes, daddy," you tell him.

"ya know," he tells you, running a hand down your sternum and resting between your breasts, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing, "there have been a few times i've gotten home late these past few days, and when i walked past your bedroom door i could swear i heard the sweetest little moans."

you blush and look away from him.

"uh-uh," he says, tipping your chin up, making you look at him, "were you thinkin' bout me?"

you nod. "yes daddy" it's the truth, after all.

"good girl," he smiles, "thank you for being honest with me. now i already know you're a dirty girl, what with all your naughty videos. and i know you're a fuckin' slut the way you spread your legs so easily for me."

"yes daddy," you echo.

"but what i don't know," he says, and his voice is velvet and dangerous, his pupils blown with hunger, "is just how many surfaces in this room i can bend you over and fuck you till you're so cock drunk you can't speak."

your eyebrows shoot up and your jaw drops.

"i ain't even started with you, honey," he smiles, and he drops to his knees.

it's a fucking marathon.

he eats you out at the foot of your mothers bed till you're panting, his lips glistening with your slick and he makes you feel so good you're certain you're gonna die.

then, your positions are reversed, joel trying his best to plant his feet into the carpet so he doesn't melt off the bed altogether, while you kneel before him. he fucks up into your throat, delighting in every vibration your moans and swallows provide.

soon, you're pressed up against the dresser, your fingers gripping onto the drawer handles as he fucks into your pussy from behind.

then against the bookshelf. the closet doors. there's a moment where joel gets closer than he'd like to coming and he has you grab onto the floor lamp as he eats your pussy again on bended knee, only this time you're standing up and trying your best not to crumple onto him when he makes you come a fourth and a fifth time.

you're starting to get overstimulated. no, you are overstimulated, but it's in the most oddly delicious way. joel has you folded over the foot of your mom's bed, your knees on an ottoman, the rest of you pressed against the mattress, fists groping at sheets, holding on for dear life.

it's a good angle, hell, it's the perfect angle. not only does it feel incredible, it helps prop your ass up to a height that allows joel's huge cock to fuck you deeper without too much more effort, gripping your hips as he pounds into you. the best part, though, is that you're both at the perfect angle to see yourselves in the full length mirror.

"jesus christ, baby," joel is saying, "you see how deep i am? feel how deep i am? pussy's so tight around this cock. can almost feel myself in here," he says, and presses two fingers against your tummy.

you moan, using every ounce of strength you have left to keep your ass in the air and take joel's cock so nicely.

"it feels so good, daddy," you sob, "it's so big, making me come so many times. fuck, i can feel it building- it feels so good, you make me feel so good-"

"yes, baby," he growls, "let go for me, let me feel you come stretched so pretty 'round daddy's dick."

"fuck, daddy," you whine, because you realise it's a different sensation that's been building and even though you know what it is, you've never quite reached an orgasm like this before. "i'm gonna come, daddy! i'm gonna fuckin come-"

"shit, baby," he says as he starts to feel hot wet spurts of liquid splashing out of you, "oh fuck, you gonna wet my cock with your cum?"

you're screaming now, so fucked out and overstimulated

"oh, shit honey, yes-" joel shouts, a man possessed, as he pulls his cock out from you and rubs furiously at your clit, moaning loudly as you gush all over his hand. "oh, i'm gonna need more of that," he groans, and you can't find words to argue. he fucks back into you, hitting that same spot, finding that same pressure.

"could fuckin drink this, baby," he says, "comin' all over my cock like the fuckin whore you are. look at us, baby, look in the mirror and don't you dare close your fucking eyes."

you obey. it's a struggle to get your eyes to even focus, but when you do, you're sent over the edge again and again and again.

the two of you look so fucking good, the jiggle of your ass, the angles of your bodies and the way you slot together, the tan of joel's arms, his muscles, his control, the silver of his hair.

his breathless mantra "good girl, good girl, fuckin' take it, such a good girl-," as you take everything he gives you and more.

he finds a rhythm for fucking every last drop out of you. he'll give you a few harsh, deep thrusts and then pull out and rub your pussy till you aren't gushing around him anymore. then he'll slap your pussy with the head of his cock, making you shudder before he stuffs it back in and builds you up again.

your thighs are drenched and the wetness down your legs is cooling. you've lost count of the number of times he's made you come like this, but finally, you're shaking so hard you can't bear it and his thrusts are getting staggered.

he's breathless when he manages to ask, "you want me to fill up this lil pussy? fill it full of daddy's cum?"

"yes, yes, yeesss-" you beg, and you watch your reflection as joel's hips stutter a final time and he lets out a strangled groan as he loses control and fucks his release into you.

the second after he comes, he collapses onto you but you're so weak and fuck-drunk you collapse, too. joel rolls off of you so you can breathe, but then both of you are laughing. you're disgusting, covered in sweat and spit and squirt and cum, but joel dips a finger into your pussy and then licks up the combination of juices.

seeing your awed expression, joel shrugs and then smiles, a little embarrassed. "just needed to taste ya like this," he says, and it's incredibly endearing.

after a few more minutes of laying around in messy, sticky comfort, joel gets up. and then- "shit".

"what's wrong?" you ask as you look up at him and he's- laughing?

you look down at what he's looking at -- the ottoman. you've drenched it entirely. it's at least three shades darker than it was to begin with, and reeks of sex.

"well," you say, "that's not ideal."

"guess i'll have to buy your momma a new one," he says, rubbing against his temples and barking out a short laugh. then he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and one to your forehead.

"you go have a shower," he tells you, "i'll take care of this mess, and then let's get some snacks," he winks, and you smile.

he starts to back out of the room when you call to him, "so, mom's gonna be gone all night-" you start to say, tentative.

"you already askin' for round two?" he asks, incredulous.

"if we're calling all of that-" you gesture around the room, "round one? then yeah. i'm asking for round two."

"dirty girl," he laughs, "you're fuckin insatiable!"

"that's not a no-" you point out.

"no, it's not a no," he says. "let's refuel. rehydrate. and get right back to it."

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dckweed · 10 months

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here's part two of jake and babygirl, i'm actually really really in love with them and it may or may not be because i constantly have baby fever. anyway, im thinking about making this a fun lil series that you guys can send in any prompts or requests for that come to mind ! silly, angsty, fluffy whatever doesn't matter, just figured that since this started off as a request that i could continue on its life that way as well..

i want to be completely honest with you guys, for the past two months now i have been in eating disorder treatment 3 hours a day 6 days a week..as of this week, ive been stepped down to 3 hours a day 4 days a week and will be completely stepping down from treatment by the end of the month..this has taken up alot of time, and alot of attention and typically by the time my day is over i am completely spent and mentally drained and haven't been putting much effort into you guys, but as part of my treatment i am going to start posting at least twice a week (if not every day) as a way of self care, because fic writing is genuinely a form of self care for me.

thank you for being patient with me, and please feel free to send in asks!

warnings: pregnancy! jake being completely soft for his babygirl but also being completely angered by her situation..morning sickness mentions, food aversion mentions, just floofy fluffness okay? use of y/n once, but other than that is just babygirl as usual. not super long but i love it. part one

'STAY WITH ME, PLEASE..' jake 'hangman' seresin

A week into your vacation Jake had convinced you to go to an obstetrician after learning that you hadn't seen one yet, concerned for your health and the health of the little thing in your womb, whom he was already attached to, even if it wasn't his. It was there that you learned that you were almost eleven weeks along, Jake sat in the room with you, holding your hand as the ultrasound tech dims the lights. He squeezes it as she squirts more warm jelly on your tummy than you thought necessary and digs the wand in at an uncomfortable angle, moving it and the gel around your skin. You were just barely showing signs of a baby bump, and you were shocked to find out just how big the baby actually was by this point.

"How is it already that big?" Jake asks exactly what you were thinking, making the tech chuckle. He was in complete awe, there was really a tiny little being inside of you, you were growing a life form and there was nothing more beautiful than that to him in that moment.

"They grow so much faster than you realize," The woman says, a pleasant smile on her face as she stares at the screen, typing a few things in with her free hand, Jake noted from his position that they were measurements. "Would you like to know the sex?"

"Yes!" He blurts out before you could even process the question, you stare at him eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he was so eager and amazed by something that he hadn't helped create. You thought it was wonderful though that your best friend was wanting to be so involved and caring despite your situation.

"Well, dad, you're having a little girl.." She says, catching you off guard by the mention of Jake being the dad and by the fact that you were having a daughter. Jake squeezed your hand, and even in the darkness of the room you could have sworn that he was a little teary eyed.

"Isn't that amazing, babygirl?" He asks, looking over at you. Your eyes are glued to the screen, not bothering to correct the woman on Jake not being the father, it was a difficult situation to explain and you weren't quite sure you were up for it today. Tears form in your eyes as you think about the little girl growing in your womb, who would never know her daddy. You had to admit that that was probably a good thing, he didn't deserve either of you if his initial reaction was to just leave and never come back.

You knew Jake felt the same way too, you didn't even have to ask.

"This all feels like such a fever dream.." You say softly, your head leaned against the window of his truck as he drives through the streets, away from the obstetricians office. You had a print out photo of your baby in your hand, staring down at it as you rubbed your stomach absentmindedly, your mind running in circles.

"Why's that?" Jake asks, glancing over at you for a mere second, not wanting to take his eyes off of the road for too long.

You look at him, wondering if he realizes just how fucked up the situation is. "Jake, I am pregnant..my boyfriend, the father of my baby left me because he swore i was a whore and that you were actually the father, and that was before i even knew for sure that i was pregnant.." You say, word vomit spewing from your mouth before your brain could even process what was happening. "I've just found out that i'm having a little girl who's not going to have her daddy in her life, and honestly good riddance but..but..oh my god Jake what am I going to do? This wasn't part of the plan..my daddy is going to be so disappointed in me..oh my god my mama would be so fucking upset..."

You hadn't even realized that you were crying, or that you were starting to panic, the weight of the situation fully sinking in on you. "Oh my god Jake, she's never gonna meet my mama..oh my god.." Jake doesn't know what to do, but he knows he can't let you keep crying like this. He pull's over into a parking lot, right at the beach and near a bunch of shops, pulling his truck to a stop in the first empty spot he saw. There are tears streaming down your face at this point as the thoughts of your father and your dead mother run around in your head, he had never seen you like this before but he knew that it was probably just the hormones.

"Hey," He says, his voice soft and sweet, his warm body encompassing yours as he slides across the front seat towards you, having lifted the center console up. He unclips your seatbelt and pulls you towards him, holding your head against his chest, your ear pressed right where his heart is. He had done this with you a thousand times before, the sound of his heartbeat had always brought you back to earth when you would have moments like this. "you're okay, i got you babygirl, i always got you.." He whispers, his lips moving in your hair as he presses a soft, comforting kiss to the crown of your head. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wondered if he knew that these were the things that made you feel like he loved you in more ways than he let on, the things that gave you the smallest glimmer of hope.

You close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat and the slight rumble in his chest as he whispered things to you, slowly but surely calming you down. After a while you let out a shaky breath, your eyes opening to see the people milling about the small shopping center. "Where are we?" You ask, voice thick from the crying. Your head hurt and your eyes were heavy, you wanted to go back to his apartment and sleep, preferably in his arms, like you used to when you guys were younger.

"We're not too far from home," He says. Home..You liked the way that sounded coming from his mouth, it was always nice to hear it. "Do you want to get out and walk around? Go sit on the beach." You shake your head, sniffling softly. He kisses the top of your head once more, rubs your shoulder with his large hand. "Okay babygirl, let's go home..you look like you need some rest." He wasn't wrong, between the morning sickness that had been plaguing you in recent days, and the stress of everything, you hadn't been getting enough rest.

You manage to stay awake for the rest of the ride back, letting the gentle breeze through the open window soothe you. Jake doesn't say a word, but you see a look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed like he was thinking really hard about something. "Jake?" You ask, turning to face him, wondering what was on his mind.

"Stay." He says, looking over at you as he pulls up to his apartment building, the truck rolling to a stop. "..I..You should be here with me, you should've been with me from the beginning, but I was too chickenshit to man up and ask." You're shocked, and start to open your mouth, wanting to stop him. "Let me finish, damn it!"

"I haven't gone a day without talkng to you or thinking about you since the day I met you, and it's not just because you were my best friend, because you always will be that, no matter what, it's because i've been in fucking love with you since day one. And maybe i'm dumb because it's taken me so long to realize it, because everyone i've ever dated knew it but dammit i know it now, and have for a long time.." He rambles, you're unsure of what to make of this, your brain still processing that you were hearing him correctly. "I..know that this isn't the ideal situation, and i know that that little girl isn't my blood, but dammit i don't care because i already think of her as my kid, and i have since i found out..I can't let you walk away, not without knowing how i feel..I want to be with you through this, and through everything else in life so i can take care of you the way that you deserve, because Y/N, nobody else in this world is ever going to love you like i do.." You feel yours well with tears and subconsciously you pinch yourself, hoping to god that you weren't dreaming. "So stay with me, please.."

"Oh, Jake.." You whisper, tears spilling once more from your eyes. You can't make any other words come out of your mouth so you just nod your head and you watch his body sag with relief before you unbuckle your seatbelt and rush forward into his already waiting arms. He squeezes you tight and presses a long kiss to the top of your head as you hiccup.

"Hey, no more tears, babygirl, okay?" He whispers, leaning your head back as he brushes the tears away with his thumb, you lean into the embrace, a smile gracing your lips as your arms go around the back of his neck.

"They're happy tears, i promise.." You say, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You had though about this moment so many times in your life, and none of your wildest dreams had every prepared your for the real thing. Jake kissed you like a man starved, his hand on the back of your head, fingers scrunching up in your hair as he presses you as hard against him as he can. You groan at the possessiveness of it, pulling back after a moment to catch your breath. You can't help but let out a chuckle, leaning your forehead against his. "You picked one hell of a time to finally fucking say it, Seresin."

"Hey! You could've said it first too you know!" He says and you can't help but laugh, relishing in the way he smiles at you.

Jake & Babygirl taglist: @bellaireland1981 @sky0401 @memoriesat30 @bat-luna-cat @memeorydotcom @mayhemmanaged

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sillypiratelife · 5 months

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The more I think about it, the more insane the first Mihawk and Zoro encounter is.

Mihawk adopted Zoro right in front of Zeff and went directly to tell Shanks about it???

No, but seriously. There's no way Zeff didn't feel a bit invested in the chaos. He saw Zoro giving his all for his dream and he knew that's how Sanji was too, it's just that Sanji gave up for some reason guilt. It was not only Luffy who convinced Zeff that he needed to kick Sanji out of the Baratie and sent him sailing with those idiots, but also freaking Zoro.

Zoro addressing Luffy as the pirate king in front of everyone??

Fever whenever I think of how you could say Mihawk proclaimed Zoro as Luffy's first mate on the spot. He really said "you two came in the same pack. good". It's like? Oh look, the kid I just adopted is besties with the kid of one of my friends. How convenient.

Mihawk's tiny baby knife. It reminds me of the knife Luffy cut his cheek with when he wanted to prove to Shanks that he was ready to sail with him. Except both Zoro and Luffy gained their mentors' respect, meaning that Shank left Luffy with a hat that identified him from there on, while Mihawk left Zoro with a giant scar all across his chest as the promise Zoro must fulfill to Mihawk.

The fact Mihawk identified Luffy from Shank's stories and he judged Luffy also based on his compatibility with Zoro??????? Sure, only the pirate king would be worthy of having the greatest swordsman in his crew.

Sanji. Sanji's reaction to the whole thing. The desperation in his voice. I still can't believe it was the way Sanji was truly introduced to Zoro. Of course they are not normal about each other. Sanji was screaming for Zoro to give up so he wouldn't die and Zoro was asking for death so he wouldn't be defeated.

"Why are the fighting all the time?" MAYBE BECAUSE THEY STAND DIRECTLY ON TWO OPPOSITE SIDES IN THAT MATTER???

There were already two swordsmen following Zoro?? Calling him big brother?? There were five young men around Zoro's age there and he absolutely didn't disappoint in guiding by example? It was a Zoro masterclass on how to be a strawhat. What a time to be alive.

I just love that everyone was losing their mind over Mihawk and his powers and Zoro just. Jumped to face him. Mihawk told him YOU ARE A KID and Zoro proceeded to impress Mihawk so hard, the man became a fan. It's? Simply?? Idk, idk!

Sanji's family remembers Zoro and Luffy like that. Do you understand what that means? Ussop was kinda there and Nami didn't make the best of first impressions, but Luffy and Zoro made a total show. At that point, Zeff was the kind of dad who almost forced his kid to befriend the other kids he thinks that will be a good influence.

Which again. Insane.

Luffy ready to throw hands over Zoro did not surprise me. The intensity of his panic? The hurt on the way he screamed Zoro's name? He was sweating, using all his willpower to control himself and not interrupt Zoro's fight, he was cursing Mihawk and going wild and— I cannot breathe whenever I remember how Luffy met Zoro, how their friendship started. No one else knows that Zoro was on a Marine base CRUCIFIED. Some freaking pulling this Jesus out of the cross and taking him with me to see the world shit going on here.

The whole Zoro basically crucified image and the whole cross imagery with Mihawk and— I'm not going that route today, sorry.

THE VOW. THE VOW. THE VOOOOOOOOW.

WERE YOU WORRIED ABOUT ME?

AND HE WAS.

The way Sanji calls back to the vow when he criticizes Zoro in Alabasta for being worried about Luffy losing. The Zoro Sanji knows is the one who raised his arm and called Luffy the pirate king, the one who vowed to never lose again to not worry Luffy. Sanji was not happy to see Zoro so out of himself and in a weird (their) way, he was reassuring Zoro. Ugh. My brain hurts.

But then again, Zoro was acting exactly how Luffy acted before. The first fight of Luffy vs Crocodile is clearly paralleling the Zoro vs Mihawk first encounter. I'll need a therapist after this.

I'm just now reading the version of the manga and not the anime and wjdnkdbfjej I just—

The end(?)

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voidcat · 2 years

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congrats on the 900 followers, ill make sure to buy a cake im celebration once you hit the 1k mark👀

and for the event i'm asking for hugging headcanons with makima because of course i am 🥲

Hi there love<3 I’ll hold you to that promise then ahahaaha

And for what I’m about to write… ik it’s cliche at this point but the whole maternity vibes w makima- yea…

Makima + Hugging headcanons

needless to say Makima is a very good hugger, exceptionally so... when she hugs, she hugs with her entire body, being and soul, making the other party feel the warmth radiating from her, feeling her muscles move with each breath she takes in and out–

of course, all of that to her hugs and more is intentional. because jst like everything she does, her hugs are a weapon on their own, a way to utilize her means, to achieve certain wishes from others.

she inspects people and knows how to hug them accordingly. big, tight hugs, small ones with a hint of hesitancy that allows a little space to create a fake sense of privacy, hugs that make you forget about everything else, a hug that says it'll all be alright, a hug you didn't realize you missed your entire life... the list goes on as makima wears a faint smile, her chin resting on your shoulder.

and that said, makima hugs only when she sees it necessary, practical to her cause, and in private too. anyone to claim they got hugged by her or that she is a very good hugger wouldn't be very convincing (unless they're someone known to never lie or make things up)

and as comforting and "just what you needed" as her hugs feel, they leave the person with a sensation they cannot seem to shake of. because when she leans in for the hug for the first time, you are overcome with surprise and shock, as her arms are wrapped around you, hands on your back, trailing patterns with a finger– it all feels unreal, some sort of fever dream, a fractured reality you wish was real but it can never be, right? right?!

the control devil hugs with intention and agenda hidden behind, full control of her body and how each of her muscles formulate the hug, what kind of hug you need and at what moment exactly; there is tenderness, there is love, there is care, she is everything you have been craving for since day one out of the vomb, she is everything you have been missing your whole life without knowing at all.

#danyl celebrates 900 #fedya !!#makima #chainsaw man #makima headcanons #csm headcanons #csm x reader #makima x reader #chainsaw man headcanons #makima hcs #makima x you #csm x you

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wildflowerteas · 22 days

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first half of our tsp ch15 reactions!!

i make such a big deal of sitting down to respond to these it's so. i have a fresh pot of tea ( Japanese sweet potato and chestnut with black sugar and some cookies, but that's beside the point ) and my hair is washed and my paper outlines are done and i can devote all my attention to giggling at my laptop screen like a freak. okay lets do this STARTING WITH SKK. and Orphydice. Because to love is to turn around. God . . . i really hope my insanity about dazai's suicidality in this fic shows. it's so complicated that it's got my brain going around in circles--at the start of the fic he's just burning through life and his job for mori, hoping that once everything is resolved and the people he loves are safe, he can kill himself as punishment for everything that he's done. but then he meets Chuuya, and suddenly he can feel good and useful for a reason and in a way that isn't so violent, and living for the sake of feeling that is enticing. but at the same time, he keeps pushing, slipping up, losing control, killing, and saying things that are almost incriminating because he wants Chuuya to know him and wants to see what he'll do when he does.

"falling for it just the way he's supposed to" (^_^)

TALS THESTJHGSA! THE TheTJSHJJA Yes they haven't said I Love You out loud yet because even though they're very clearly far gone, that would be too real for the both of them

Gun and No Badge . . . yeah. He was wearing his badge when he went home with Chuuya that first night. ALSO YEAH I realized as I was writing that this is the second New Year's kiss I've written??? how did we end up here . . .

sskk * explodes into red mist**

Woah picking up on the accent mention???? yes. Atsushi's gotten better at it, and at assimilating, but his first language is Japanese like Kouyou. The fact that you know nothing about TSP Atsushi is 100% intentional. even within the story, he's unknown to almost everyone. he's the golden boy at the precinct but there have been no mentions of his previous education, his time at the academy, or where he grew up ( beyond what he mentions himself in his POV ). The character that knows him best, and who he's revealed the most to is actually Mori if you can believe it. Most of the other characters are content to tell him things because of his open nature, and they don't even notice that the conversation is one-way until after it's over.

THE CROSSWORD. CRAZY. YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO NOTICE THAT. Yes...it's a gambling term. And the opposite is 'All on Black'

'fic author made for me' . . . (￣▽￣*)ゞ blushing and giggling and kicking my feet. WAIT WHYAM I GETTING CURSED?

that party image is exactly what it feels like when i see that I've been name-dropped in the discord gc.

i left the way they ended the night of new year's up to interpretation, because anything could have happened, really. they could have snuck off and left their dates behind to be in each other's company ( kouyou and yosano were bound to meet, anyway, considering Dazai's payment for her coming with him to the party was drinks at the Double Black -- which is coming up soon!! ). Or they could have gone back to the party, Dazai trying to shake off the feeling of having forgotten about something important, too caught up in the relief of having convinced Chuuya of his innocence. they really are unsalvageable, and were bound to end up like this regardless.

"you're an angel." was 100% intentional and you will be seeing it again because I'm insane

'I feel like the party was some fucked up fever dream' <- EXACTLY HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO FEEL. THATS WHY I STARTED THE NEXT SKK SCENE ON A CLASSIC ‘WAKING UP' MOMENT. OOHHH MY GOD THANK GOODNESS.

aha . .. ha..

anyway.

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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aria-ashryver · 4 months

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It's a totally random ask, I just checked the time and thought you're probably in the hospital rn, and then I realised it's been a while since you updated us on pretty nurses situation 💅🏼

(anyone cuter than Vidya perhaps? 👀)

🩺Aria's Top Ten Nurses 🏥

because sitting in the hospital for hours on end is boring so we make dumb little lists to pass the time which you absolutely do not have to read lol

(cw: theres a photo of an IV line in my arm under the cut)

#10 - Gary (vascular access technician)

ultimate gruff old dad. excellent banter. always tells me to keep out of trouble when he's done setting my lines. finger guns for days. he's only coming in 10th bc he tried to convince me to get a permanent line fitted and the concept of that terrifies me (hence why i have instead opted for over a hundred individual injections to date)

#9 - Cincy (chemo ward nurse)

incredibly soft spoken. shy to the point of painful. apologises for everything. she was there on the day of the pincushion tally high score, and even though my veins have recovered a lot since then, she always has a look of fear in her eyes when she goes to set my lines. I'm sorry Cincy, please stop being so scared of me.

#8 - Olivia (chemo ward nurse)

peak tsundere ice queen. super pretty. magically long black hair. has never smiled in her life. pretty sure she secretly enjoys inflicting pain on people, because she always sets the cannula in my cephalic vein (beneath the thumb on the side of the wrist) to "give my dorsal arch veins some time to recover" and HOLY FUCK THEY HURT. one time she laughed* at one of my jokes and it was the best day of my life.

*it was a begrudging huff of air through her nose and then she rolled her eyes, but it counts dammit.

#7 - Claire (clinic nurse)

tiny Irish lady. always got too much on her plate. why does she run everywhere. always makes me giggle when she does my obs and pre-checks bc my meds sound funny when you say them with an Irish accent. Claire please sit down for like 10 minutes, i beg, you're making me tired.

#6 - Kelly (chemo ward nurse)

only been my nurse once or twice, but i do remember that one time she laughed so hard at one of my jokes that she started choking and had to excuse herself, and the resultant ego boost has shot her up to place #6 on this list

#5 - Warren (vascular access technician)

OMFG Warren you pretty motherfucker. why are so many of these nurses in their late twenties/early thirties and ludicrously hot? this guy looked at me with his big brown eyes and soothing voice, held my hand while he applied some anaesthetic and told me "that's it, good, you're doing so well love". Warren how do you expect me not to fall in love with you??? that is EXACTLY how Vidya got me

#4 - Jax (chemo ward nurse)

i met them on their first day in the chemo ward. they were just supposed to be observing that day -- unfortunately what they observed was the pincushion tally high score. Sorry Jax.

(i.e. they witnessed Cincy and Farah puncturing the ever loving fuck out of my every available vein, failing to set line after line, apologising to me profusely over the course of like half an hour, and then the vascular access team coming in to rescue us all and set my line via ultrasound instead.)

that was a fun one lol.

#3 - Vidya (chemo ward nurse)

the one, the only, my actual wife!!!! 💖🌈 im half convinced she was the product of a fever dream, because one: how is this woman both fucking gorgeous and SO sweet and caring? and two: her shifts have changed and i barely see her these days. Come back Vidya i miss you 😭😭😭

#2 - Farah (chemo ward nurse)

another super pretty nurse! was delighted when i told her tumblr was still a thing. unironically says "slay" and "omg yass!". compliments my outfits without fail every time i go in for treatments. got extremely excited the first time she set a canula in one go after the pincushion tally high score debacle, and then told me "damn girl, you traumatised me that day" lol. Sorry Farah

#1 - Tori (chemo ward nurse)

Tori is my BRO. our banter game is excellent. (she's also super pretty lol). always tells me when there is good shit in the fridge. been my nurse so often that she just feels like a pal. sneaks into the admin office to make sure my appointments are at lunchtime or later (instead of like 8am) whenever she can. once told me it was her opinion as a medical professional that i should treat myself to bubble tea and ice cream.

Congrats Tori, you win the nurse rankings and my entire heart forever!! 💖💖💖

(but so does Vidya bc I am a fucking simp for that woman lbr)

#aria pincushion tally:#106 #tldr:#Vidya super hot #but Olivia Warren Farah and Tori are all really pretty too #i flirt with them for self care lol #also i am so touched that you remember when my treatments are 🥺#why are you the sweetest ever #this is the dumbest list i have ever made lmao

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pkg4mumtown · 2 years

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Through Glass (Ch. 1)

Chapter 1: Sitting All Alone Inside Your Head

Rating: M

Summary: When Stephen lost you, he never thought he’d get another chance to have you. Until now, that is.

Alternatively: You’re convinced that your house is haunted in some way and recruit some help from your local wizard.

A/N: Hi all! This is a weird one. I kind of had a weird fever dream about it and started writing it out. It’s also loosely based off of Through Glass by Stone Sour. It’s going to be a few chapters long and I might do art for each chapter. We’ll see. Enjoy!

Warnings: Feelings of being watched, Multiversal Stalking, Possessive!Stephen, Eventual body horror, Gender Neutral Pronouns for Reader, No Y/N, First Person POV, What If AU where Reader dies instead of Christine, Strange-Supreme just needs a hug honestly, Stephen in Reader’s universe is a big dummy

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass

Don't know how much time has passed

All I know is that it feels like forever

When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home

Sitting all alone inside your head

-Through Glass by Stone Sour

The hustle and bustle of New York was almost immediately muffled as my attention was pulled to my phone. Nearly stumbling over the uneven cement, I dodged people as best as I could out of my peripheral vision while pulling my phone out and reading a short text.

“Can we hang out soon?? I miss you ☹️,” the text read from a good friend of mine, Oscar.

I smiled softly and nodded to myself, thinking quickly about when I’d be free this coming weekend, “Sure! Miss you, too! How about—"

The text remained unfinished and unsent as my phone tumbled from my fingers as I collided with a solid figure. Scalding liquid sloshed onto my hands, making me hiss quietly. I managed to catch my phone in wet hands before it could have an untimely meeting with the cement, wiping it and my hands onto dark parts of my clothing to avoid stains.

“Shit! I’m so sorry I—,” I paused, not really expecting to see a man in a…cape?

I also expected him to be more irritated—given our current location in New York—but he simply smiled tightly and righted the cups, “It’s okay, it’s mostly all here,” he gestured to his two to-go cups of, presumably, tea since my hands didn’t reek of coffee. “Are your hands okay?”

“I’m fine, really. Um, I can go grab you another?”

“I promise, it’s fine,” his warm, soothing chuckle drifted through the noisy crowd around us.

I inspected him closer, from his graying temples to his neatly trimmed goatee, to the cape around his shoulders, and the robes—did the cape just wave to me?

Then, it dawned on me.

The Wizard of Greenwich Village I’d heard about on social media and the news, with his orange sparkles, his part in the Blip, and constant battles with creatures in the streets of New York. Yes, the get-up finally made sense.

“Is there a—uh—cult meeting in town or something?” I asked, with a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

"Oh, yeah,” he droned sarcastically, “Specially laced tea and all,” he laughed again. “Doctor Stephen Strange,” he offered.

“The wizard guy, right?” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them. Of course, he’s not called a “wizard”, that’s probably extremely offensive. He probably thought I was a complete dumbass by now.

“Or, the Wizard guy,” he pursed his lips awkwardly.

An unfriendly shoulder slammed into me, reminding both of us that we were hogging a decent portion of the sidewalk.

“I’m gonna…” I pointed the direction I’d been walking, wanting desperately to leave before I could say anything else that could make me look like an idiot.

“Right,” he nodded and stepped forward with the crowd, both of us walking in different directions. “Nice to meet you…” I heard my name fall from his lips as his voice drifted away.

I shook my head, my brows knitting together as I stopped again, Funny, I didn’t tell him my name. By the time I turned to look at his retreating form, all trace of him was gone.

Returning home that evening, I set about making dinner and ignoring the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. The feeling of being watched was stronger today, but considering I lived alone, that feeling came and went often as I let my imagination take control. Shaking off the feeling as best as I could, I turned on some music so I wouldn’t feel so alone.

With a final stir in my pan and a flick of the knob for the burner, I reached up to my cabinets for a plate only to stop mid-air as I swore I saw something slither across my floor in the reflection of my microwave. For a second—I paused—blinking and trying to rationalize with myself that it was caused by something outside or that my hand blocked light—casting shadow over the surface. When that didn’t work, I turned around sharply, feeling around behind me for a knife. I held it down to my side as I crept around the corner, gulping as I mustered up the courage to turn the corner aggressively. However, when I did, the living room was empty. My eyes passed to the adjacent hallway, also empty. My rapidly beating heart pulled me out of my search, the thumping having grown so loud in my ears that I started to panic.

There’s nothing here, you’re just being paranoid.

But resigning the shadow as my imagination the first time, only made me expect to see something the rest of the night. Like turning and expecting to see another shadow disappear out of the corner of my eye, scaring myself more and probably making myself see things as a result.

I figured a cold shower was in order, as if it could reset my brain for fifteen minutes and shake these feelings away. I dressed for bed and tried to keep the lights on for as long as I could before shutting them off and passing out for the night.

The same feeling continued growing stronger every day after that, but only within the confines of my own house did I feel the true weight of the uncomfortable, piercing gaze. It got to the point that I spoke to the gaze like its own entity in my house, obviously not expecting or even wanting an answer, but acknowledging nonchalantly that something was there made it somehow less scary.

Reaching for my microwave to take out the warmed-up leftovers from a couple days ago, I once again saw the darkness slithering away, my brain trying so hard to rationalize it as a trick of the light on the reflective surface.

“What? Not in the mood for leftovers?” I murmured while slamming the microwave shut.

I hesitated as I saw the darkness peek back from the edge of the reflection as if it acknowledged me talking to it. I’m not fucking crazy. I looked closer as it paused and retreated quickly as if something pulled it away, focusing in on one crucial aspect: This tentacle-like shape didn’t go behind my wall at all. It rested on top of the reflection of my living room and kitchen, even my own face. If this was really in my house, I should be able to see it floating in the space in front of me. Therefore, it couldn’t be real, right?

Right?

I stared at my reflection, the burning plate in my hands long forgotten as I hoped to catch another glimpse of the shadowy appendage, but nothing came back. Maybe I needed to move up that eye doctor appointment.

So, like every other night, I stayed up with the lights on as long as I could—hoping my electricity bill and sleep wouldn’t suffer for it—before eventually passing out. Unlike every other night, though, I woke with a start and discovered it to only be three in the morning. I gulped, listening for what could have woken me up.

Neighbors?

Sirens?

Nothing.

The heavy gaze was back in full force, but as I squinted around my room, all the blinds were closed. It should have put me at ease, but not when I knew the issue was coming from inside and not outside. I glared harder into the shadows, hoping to finally see something but dreading to see a figure there all the same.

It wasn’t until I fixed my eyes on three glowing yellow orbs in my mirror, that I felt chills run along my skin in fear. I couldn’t place what they were at first, but my question was soon answered as they seemed to blink and focus in on me. I wished my blankets and mattress would smother and swallow me whole as the eyes just stared. I was awarded no such thing. All the bravery I mustered earlier to sass the shadow had left my quaking body in an instant and I had no smart-ass quips to hurl.

After a few tense minutes, the eyes blinked once more and seemed to follow the figure they belonged to as it turned around in the mirror until the eyes were no longer visible.

Strange-Supreme POV

Stephen. Couldn’t. Believe it.

He’d finally found you in a universe where you had no one else. Or, at least, it seemed that way. He watched you for a few days to make sure you really lived alone, his excitement bubbling to the point where he got sloppy and let you see parts of him. Once he saw that you warily began to welcome and acknowledge his timid presence, he showed you a little more but never all of him. He didn’t want to scare you, after all, considering his version of you hadn’t reacted so well to this monstrous form and he didn’t blame you. He was nervous, though, because sometimes this horrifying form was just easier to let out instead of keeping the monsters in him at bay. But, just like his version of you, he was reminded of just how brilliant you were as he watched you piece together the mystery he was laying out for you day by day, and it only made him fall harder for you.

As he watched you nervously shift in your bed under his watchful eye, he hoped you would come to accept him, love him even. So many times he’d looked across the multiverse only to find universes where you were already happy with him, happy with someone else, or dead because of him—just as he suffered now. And while he might look like a monster, he wouldn’t hurt you or destroy your happiness like that. No, he'd want you to come to him of your own will.

But if he had to suffer without his version of you and your version of him was too stupid to claim you…then this you—this you—was just for him.

Chapter 2

Bonus: A little close up of Strange-Supreme without all the overlays to simulate night:

#stephen strange x reader #gender neutral reader #doctor strange x reader #marvel fanfiction #my art #strange supreme x reader #ThroughGlassFic #series: through glass

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moon-alight · 1 year

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hello! if ure comfortable, can u write a fic for harua when his afab!fem!s/o is feeling sick and how he would take care of her?

Of course I can. I love Harua. I hope you like it.

I'm the lucky one - &Team Harua

Synopsis: You, Harua's s/o, got a simple cold and got him freaking out.

Masterlist

Warnings: pure fluff, comfort

Word Count: 720

It was just a cold, but however often you tried to explain this to your boyfriend, he would make it much worse than it is.

It started when he called you and heard your hoarse voice on the other end of the phone. The boy immediatelly started to panic and told you to come over to the dorms. You explained it was a simple cold but he convinced you to let him take care of you.

When you arrived he was already waiting for you with blankets, pillows, soup and a bunch of movies to entertain yourself while he would leave to the studio. So, now you're here, sitting on the couch wrapped in seven different blankets all from Harua's room.

He told you to move as little as possible when he left 7 hours ago. He listed all the symptoms you have after you said that it isn't that bad which included: coughing, running nose, stomach cramps and not to mention, you look like a ghost.

The moment you walked in, you scared both Ma-Ki and Ta-ki who thought you were a creature from the underworld. So, you decided to listen but the hours pass slowly and you're all alone.

It's great that Harua got to live his dream, that he got to be who he always wanted to be but on days like these you really miss him. Besides, you're feeling a little better than this morning so why not look around?

You are convinced that after four months of dating, you know your boyfriend. You enter his room, turning on the lightswitch and looking around for something to affectionately bully him with later.

It wasn't a big surprise when you found everything is clean and neatly tucked away. This must be the cleanest room in the dorms right now. After an hour of wandering your cold returned but a bit worse than it was when you woke up this morning.

You hear the door of the dorm open and wander out to the hallway just to see your adorable boyfriend look around with a bag in his hands.

"Y/N?" He screams, confused. "Hello?" You try to reply but you almost have no voice left. "Cupcake?" It's a cute petname, you always liked it. Harua's gaze lands on you, his eyes widen as he sprints towards you. "Didn't I tell you not to move?"

"It was better." You reply but Harua's twitching eye makes it clear that he isn't pleased with you at all.

"Sit back down, I got you some medicine on my way home. The boys are eating together so they'll be gone for another hour before the noise will give you a headache." He's rambling at this point, you place your hand on his shoulder and smile to the best of your abilities.

"Thank you." He smiles back and pecks your lips. You stare at him in light shock. "What... you're gonna get sick too!"

"I am flustered by your concerns, cupcake, but my immune system is much better than yours." And he pecks your lips again. "I also got some ramen so you at least have something to eat." He adds as he guides you back to the couch and makes you sit down. "Now, would you like some cuddles while we watch a movie or do you rather want to sleep a little more?"

You don't answer, simply staring at him as he organizes everything on the small coffee table. Medicine on the right and ramen on the left. He looks up at you after he doesn't hear you reply.

"Cupcake?"

"How did I ever get so lucky?" You mumble out. Harua's cheeks and tips of his ears turn red, he giggles and shrugs.

"I'm not sure but most of the time I'm the lucky one so I just want to make you feel as loved as you make me feel." You already have fever but this makes you melt.

"Can I still have the cuddles?" Harua smiles and nods, sitting down next to you and pulling you close.

"Always, I love cuddling you." He kisses the top of your head while you relax against him.

It didn't take long for Harua to start coughing too and now you're both sick on the couch in the dorm. Better immune system my ass.

#&team #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team harua #&team harua imagine #&team drabbles #&team fluff #&team harua fluff #Harua

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kayssweetdreams · 2 years

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Maestro Hiccups Part 10

"Fortie!!" Anjellica shouted, getting the small Pawn's attention. The tiny Negaboss looked down to see the two of them jumping up at him. "Oh, hello you two." He said. "Fortie! You need to grab that fruit and get off the tree!" Fiona yelled. Fortie glared at them "NEVER! I already had lost golden peaches, Bejeweled figs, And Diamonds apricots, I REFUSE to lose these!" He shouted. Anjellica looked down and saw the trunk of the tree turning to dust and ash. "Uh Fortie...the trunk is turning to dust right now and if you wanna save your royal butt, you'll grab the fruit and jump DOWN." She stated. Fortie gave her a dirty look. "HOW DARE YOU!! I'M ROYALTY AND YOU'RE NOT!! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME, I AM THE BOSS OF YOU-" Once again, Fortie's tirade had been stopped when the tree vanished once more. Fiona groaned, the tree was gone once more, and so was the cure. "Hey, look on the bright side, if we're lucky, someone else will hear Fortie's big mouth, and convince him to get off the tree." Anjellica said. Fiona chuckled at Anjellica's quip, until the world began to violently shake. The two of them held on until the shaling stopped. "What was that?!" Fiona asked. "That, is the Maestros hiccups getting bigger, stronger and warping the fabric of the universe, both in and out of Wonderworld." Anjellica answered. Fiona turned pale "What do you mean In and out of Wonderworld?"

Meanwhile, back in the real world...

Martin would never think that the Cole Mansion would get this crowded with children, he and the other maids had taken it upon themselves to bring them in, as they were friends of Emma and her friends as well. But the child of the house was nowhere to he seen "Where could Lady Emma be?" He asked, bringing out some snacks to the kids "We're not sure Mr butler sir, We haven't seen her, Leo or their other friends all day!" Mason said, grabbing a cookie. "Well I hope their alright...And I wonder what happened with the sky." Isadore said, gazing outside of a window at the polka dotted sky. The entire town of Timeville had been off-put by the sudden spots in the sky. Martin had actually fainted on the spot at the polka dotted sky. And when he came too, he had been absolutely convinced that what he saw was a fever dream...too bad it was actually real. "Well, Maybe they went to find the cause of the spots?" Jasmine said, reaching for some lemonade. Martin looked back out of a window, trying to figure out WHY the sky had gained its spots in the first place, when a hand tapped his shoulder "Martin?" Maya's voice said, snapping him put of his thoughts Yes Ma...ya?" Martin asked, as his eyes widened. Maya's maid uniform was gone, and she was now in a pop idol's dress. "You might wanna see this sir..." she said, pointing down the stairs. When the butler did look down, he saw that the other maids had been wearing dresses that resembled Maya's. The kids that had taken refuge looked no better, they traded out their dancing clothes for baggy pants, tank top and golden chains, as if they were a gang of rappers. "Wha-?! How-?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" He shouted. "You changed too Martin." Maya said. The butler looked down at his clothes, and found that he looked more like manager than a butler now. As of now, the butler only had one thought in his mind...

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!"

Meanwhile, With Fortie...

The Pawn Negati was holding the tree like a cat. Lights rushed past him as she screamed. The world around him moved at supersonic speed as he was thrown and tossed around every corner that came by him. Suddenly...he stopped. Fortie peeked open one eye and gazed around him, the dark and dreary goth world around him was gone. Instead, there were plush pillows and fluffy blankets everywhere. He gazed at the branch of the tree. The dying bark had become woven and quilted, and the fruit had changed from a ruby red apple to a bunch of of patchwork fabric pears...

(A little Balan Fic I made, inspired by this! https://shadowqueen402.tumblr.com/post/691857479604305920/hi-could-you-please-write-a-fic-about-balan

Mei belongs to @sundove88 (so are Emma's maids and Leo's friends)

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios /@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane Belongs to @lovelyteng

I only own Kaylo)

#Balan Wonderworld #Balan #Lance #Leo Craig #Emma Cole #Jose Gallard #Fiona Demetria #Yuri Brand #Haoyu Chang #Sana Hudson #Cass Milligan #Cal Suresh #Iben Bia #Attilio Caccini #Lucy Wong #Eis Glover #Bruce Stone

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moonlightcrusader · 2 years

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I love your work and would love to see your take on it if you're interested :) Peter 1 is either really sick or really tired, but refuses to get the rest he needs. However, when one or both of his older brothers finally convince him to rest, Peter 1 makes them pinky promise they will be there when he wakes up ❤ (could be like a problem with a nightmare or Peter 1 just very out of it to the point he's acting childish).

AWWW TYSM ANON!! ❤️❤️

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD WITH THE AMOUNT OF WORDS FOR THE STORY😭❤️ sick Whump + comfort is my fav!!

I hope you guys enjoy!!!

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"And done! Okay, how's this Two?"

Peter 2 turned around to see Peter 1 bundled up in thin sheets on the master bed, a thin rag covering his eyes and forehead hiding the reddened fever haze. Boxes of tissues were scattered as soup sat on the nightstand, a little neat tray of crackers placed gently next to the soup.

"Wow, you are like a professional bedside nurse. Kudos Pete, this looks awesome!"

The middle brother simply blushed from the comment, sitting on one side of the bed and the oldest sat on the other side of the sick tiniest spider. "Hey Petey, it's 11 now. It's time to take some medicine to get that fever down so you can sleep good. Can you sit up for me?"

"Don't wanna get up," Peter 1 whines as he felt cold hands manhandle him to sit up right. "Stopppp,"

"Shhh, this is for your own good, bubba." Three had one hand on Peter's chest as the other hand held onto his back. "Open the hatch,"

Petey weakly opened his mouth, coughing as Peter 2 fed him the medicine. Starting to choke, he felt himself being adjusted to a firm chest, pats to his back quickly silencing his complaints.

"That's it, easy there," Once Petey stopped choking, he gently set the kid to lay in the pillow, putting a fresh rag on. Petey suddenly made an upturned frown, telling Three he did something wrong.

"What?" Peter Three turned to Two, who just chuckled instead. "Okay, I'm officially confused now."

"If I didn't know any better, I think he's upset you stopped patting his back. I think he really liked it." Two nodded to his hypothesis when he saw the little one nodding weakly. "See? He agrees too."

"I think that's the loopiness from the fever big bro," Three saw Petey's frown widen, making him immediately gently grab ahold of his baby brother and holding him in that upright position, patting his back softly this time since there was no choking. "Or...maybe he just likes how it feels."

He felt his little brother hum in contempt, the small sniffs and weak coughs almost snapping his already hurting heart some more. Peter 1 being sick was one thing, but knowing it's because of lack of self care and stress from the mere recent events that changed his life for good, just broke his heart for good.

And not just his, he could feel the oldest radiating some sadness and empathy too. Peter 3 looked at the oldest with a sad smile, gently rubbing Peter 1's back as he saw his eyes drooping.

"Hey, you want us to stay here? We can make web hammocks to chill in while your spider dna does the healing magic," Peter 3 was already tucking in One, Peter 2 turning off the lights and putting on the humidifier they were grateful of getting on a discount.

One shakily shook his head, only holding out his hand and putting up a little pinkie. "M, okay. Pinky promise you guys get some rest?"

Peter 2 & 3 internally cooed as they linked their pinkies with Peter 1, watching as the kid yawned and sighed as they put a new rag on his forehead. Before they left, they each gave him a small kiss on his forehead.

"He's still a bit warm, I think I'll stay up to check up on him. Go get some sleep, okay?" Peter 2 gently closed the door as they both entered then hallway, Two watching as Peter 3 yawned and scratched his back. "You look tired too."

"No way Jose, you are not going to be wearing yourself out while I dream in la la land." He pushed his brother to couch while he sat next to him and put on the TV. "We can take shifts so the pressure isn't all on you, and we can chill in the living room since we can hear everything. Like a sleepover, but...living room style!"

"I like the sound of that," Peter 2 nodded as he settled comfortably on the couch.

***

"Got any twos?"

Peter 3 was ready to bonk his head on the coffee table. Maybe Two is the one who needs to be sleeping right now. "Peter, that's not how you play uno-

"Okay then," Peter two slapped down all of his cards down. "Cinco!"

Peter 3 was about to seriously consider on making an old man joke for forgetting the actual rules of Uno, before they heard a strangled shout.

The two brothers immediately perked and headed straight to the source of the suspected noise, slamming the door open and turning on the lights as they saw a frantic moving lump of sheets.

"Petey! Hey hey!!" Peter 2 got on one side while Pete got on the other. He gently untangled the blanket as Pete 3 shoved it off the bed. "Petey, can you hear me?"

Peter 1 immediately stopped squirming around, but shakily looked at both brothers with a horrified expression as panted breaths came out of him. He pushed himself to the head of the bed as he kept shaking.

"It was a nightmare Petey, it's alright, okay? It's just me and Peter 2," Peter 3 immediately piped up, reaching out before stopping himself. "You alright?"

Peter 1's sweaty hair was plastered against his face, now the older brothers were achknowleging how sweat drenched the kid was. His eyes were red rimmed and he hasn't looked this terrified since they first met him on top of Midtown High.

At the silence, the brothers were increasingly worried. The fever and nightmare was not a good combination. "Petey?"

Peter 1 simply looked at his brothers, then looked at his sweat drenched sheets and felt his sticky clothes immediately cling to his hot body.

"I...I..." With a quivering lip and increasingly loud whimpers, Peter couldn't help but choke out a sob.

"Oh, bud," Peter 2 immediately scooped up the youngest brother who now held out his hands, and carried him into his arms as he tried comforting the kid. "It's okay, it's okay,"

Peter 1 just shook his head frantically as he hiccuped violently.

Peter 2 immediately looked at 3 and nodded. 3 got right to work and began discarding all the sweaty bedsheets, replacing them with new bedsheets as he left the room to throw them in the wash.

Peter 2 didn't care that his clothes were now covered in his youngest brother's sweat, but now made it his objective to make sure his brother didn't feel uncomfortable. He began to shush Peter 1 gently, pacing around the apartment to get Peter's mind off of whatever monstrosity he just saw.

While Peter 3 was handled the sheets, Peter 2 suggested a shower that would help Peter feel better. Not knowing if Peter 1 was strong enough since he was sick, Peter 2 offered to help him shower and he did so. After all, they were the same person.

Peter 2 hated the distant look his younger brother had as he scrubbed his hair, watching as Peter 1 just sniff quietly during the process. The older brother knew that his own nightmares increased as he was sick, so those vivid images made almost any shower not feel good enough to wash those images away.

Now wrapped in clean PJ's, Peter 2 picked up Petey from the bathroom to set him down on the bed with the clean, fresh linen. Peter 3 was ready with a nice and warm towel, gently drying his hair as the boy looked at him with grateful, swollen eyes.

Peter 2 gently stood up and patted both of their heads, walking to his own room to change his slightly sweaty and wet clothes. Petey proceeded to make confused grabby hands, not wanting any of his brothers to leave him.

"Bubba, he'll be back, okay? He just needs to change his clothes. It's okay," Peter 3 soothed as Peter 1 pouted. "Let's check on that fever, yeah?"

Peter 1 nodded, letting Peter 3 put a thermometer in his mouth. When it showed Peter 1's fever went down, Peter 3 sighed in relief as he gave Peter some water to drink. Once he was done drinking as much water as he could, he was immediately tucked into the fresh thin sheets. Peter 2 padded in gently, watching with a proud awe as he saw Peter 3 work his nurse magic.

"Lights?" Peter 2 asked, Peter 1 nodding. Turning off the lights, Peter 3 scooted to one side of the bed and tucked himself in while Peter 2 invaded the other side. Peter 1 was now smushed into a little Peter sandwich.

"Do you feel better?" Two asked, One humming a yes. "Awe, that's good. I know nightmares and fevers don't mix well together."

"Tell me about it," Peter 1 sleepily scoffed, rubbing his tired eyes. "I don't wanna get you guys sick.."

Peter 2 & 3 looked at him with a sad smile. "Bud, that's the least of our concern."

Peter 3 scooted closer, already knowing the answer to the question he asked seconds later. "Do you want us to go?"

The youngest Peter's tiny pinkie gripped theirs. "No. No. Please stay."

"We will, we promise." They both shook their pinkies, their purring starting to echo in the room as they snuggled into the warm, scented comforters.

"Okay,that's good," the boy let out a kitten yawn, letting his eyes close as he felt the earlier images from the nightmare drives away, not minding his nose being just a little runny. "G'night, love you guys."

The brothers smiled and said their love yous back, being lulled to sleep by their purrs.

#peter parker #tobey maguire #spiderman no way home #no way home #spiderman #tom holland #andrew garfield #spider bros #writerscommunity #moonlightcrusader #spiderman fluff #whump

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Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 2

WARNINGS: language

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CHARACTERS: Oikawa Tooru, Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori, and Terushima Yuuji

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part 1 , part 2

OIKAWA TOORU

• when you put makeup on him / use him as a canvas to practice looks.

• you would do it on yourself, but it's easier to follow along with the tutorials when doing it on someone else. plus it gives you an excuse to spend time with and be close to your boyfriend.

• oikawa will literally complain non-stop about how he doesn't want you prodding at his face with brushes and how all the products will make him break out. but the second you do a new look without practicing on him first he's offended.

• because no matter how much he claims to hate it, he secretly loves it. the brushes feel so soft and ticklish against his skin, and your touch is always so gentle and warm. plus, he's more than happy with the proximity between the two of you.

• as a comprise for letting you do this, you let him lay on his back on your shared bed (the lighting isn't great but at least he's comfy). you'll splay out your products around the empty bed space and then perch yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. you'll get super close to his face, bending down to hover over him, the palm of your non dominant hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself

• he's lowkey scared you'll feel how fast his heart is beating, but you never mention it.

• your face is mere inches away from his and he takes full advantage of this, stealing little kisses from you when you're least expecting it.

• also loves to rest his hands on your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt, finger tips lightly grazing the skin beneath.

• mf thinks its funny to poke your sides randomly to make you jump

• "tooru– keep doing that and i'll actually stab you in the eye."

• spoiler alert: he keeps doing it and you do end up stabbing him in the eye (accidently ofc)

• after you're done, he'll let you take as many photos of the look as you want. he even takes a few for himself because he's proud of your work and wants to show it off to iwa later.

• lowkey feeling himself

• if you thought this man's ego was big before hand...

• "i look pretty hot, don't i y/n–chan? i think blue is really my color."

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KITA SHINSUKE

• when you take care of and baby him, especially if he's sick.

• he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and both of you know that. mf is literally one of the most responsible people ever.

• but something inside of him just … melts when you dote over him.

• this usually happens when you can tell he's had a long and tiring day, or on he rare occasion he gets sick.

• you'll cook for him, give him a little massage, cuddle him, help him bathe, do his chores, anything to alleviate some of the stress weighing on him.

• his favorite thing ever is when you let him lay his head in your lap. will fall asleep in five minutes flat when you start playing with his hair.

• literally the second he tries to do anything you're glaring at him with your arms crossed over your chest, telling him to get back to bed before he makes his fever any worse.

• he'll insist that he's fine and can make his own soup / do his own chore work but will cave so quickly when you don't give up.

• man barely puts up a fight anymore, just let's you do your thing and accepts his fate.

• almost like he wants to be taken care of … suspicious.

• kita is a pretty self sufficient person, but he has to admit, it just feels nice to have someone care for him so tenderly. it shows how much you care for him.

• he likes to act all put together and stoic but his insides are complete mush when it comes to you.

• won't admit how much he secretly loves it, but he's sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you taking care of him. will never let your efforts go unnoticed or without praise.

• (but maybe don't baby him in public, poor boy gets so flustered and embarrassed)

• and don't think for one second that when the roles are reversed, and you're the one who's sick or tired, that he's gonna let you lift a single finger.

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TENDOU SATORI

• when you show him off in public or to your friends.

• the first time tendou met your friends was when you unexpectedly ran into them at a coffee shop while the two of you were on a date. you ran up and greeted them while tendou kept his distance, not sure if you'd want to introduce him.

• poor baby still has some insecurities left over from his childhood and thinks you wouldn't want to be seen with a "freak" or that somehow you'd be ashamed of dating him.

• baby boy could not be more wrong, you are so proud to be dating him.

• one second you're talking to your friends and the next you're dragging him over by his wrist to meet them.

• literally stands there like he's suddenly ushijima, just: 🧍‍♂️

• but then you lace your fingers with his and press and soft kiss to his cheek before you say, "guys this is who i was telling you about, my boyfriend, tendou!"

• now tendou has never been one to get flustered easily, but right now he's blushing like a madman. his heart swelling when you so eagerly introduced him as your boyfriend.

• and then your friends start saying things like "we've heard so many things about you" and "y/n talks about you a lot"

• he can feel his confidence growing by the second. even after your friends walk away, he's still riding the high of being bragged about.

• "you talk about me?"

• "duh, why wouldn't i? you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, 'tori."

• he swears he falls in love all over again right then and there.

• please continue to show him off, it makes him so unbelievably happy, even more so when you're not afraid to use pda with him.

• i just know this man loves pda

• used to be really hesitate when it came to pda in the beginning of your relationship. but, once he saw how unbothered you were when it came to being affectionate in public he started to get bolder.

• he loves having his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket at all times.

• he's never told you, but you've helped him gain a lot of confidence and see himself as more than a "monster" or "freak."

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TERUSHIMA YUUJI

• when you call or text him at 2am to go get food with you.

• it's become a common occurrence and at this point he expects to hear from you at least three nights out of the week. he's even started leaving his phone on full volume to make sure hears your call or text.

• will always respond.

• literally the second he gets that "you up? i'm hungry." text he's already grabbed his keys and is out the door.

• sometimes you feel guilty for waking him up, but he always says something like "i was awake anyways" or "i'm kinda hungry too, perfect timing."

• terushima yuuji was in fact neither awake nor hungry.

• but he'll be damned if you ask someone else

• one time you went a week without asking him to go and mf got so butthurt. was all like: "babe are you cheating on me? are you asking other people to take you to get food? i thought you loved me." (doesn't actually think you're cheating, he just likes being dramatic).

• he loves blasting music while you both sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down on your little convince store trips.

• it's just a miniscule little moment but it's makes his heart happy every time.

• 2am chats with terushima yuuji are next level, you can't convince me otherwise.

• sometimes when the two of you are too riled up from your trip to go back to bed, you'll find a park to eat and mess around at.

• the cops may or may not have been called once for a noise complaint.

• after your little night trips he'll usually bring you back to his place and you'll end up staying the night, giving him cuddles as a sort of thank you.

• even though he teasingly complains about you dragging him out, claiming "you owe me." he loves going out with you and would never even dream of making you pay him back.

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I have an idea for you (this is andrews-jorts-loving-pipe-dream btw). So, hear me out, Neil (or Andrew it doesn't matter) gets appendicitis (but he won't admit it) and during his fevered dreams before Andrew (or Neil gets worried enough and feels bad that he's going against Andrew's aversion to doctors) finally gets frustrated enough with his "I'm fine" mantra and drags him to the hospital, he starts imaging all of the foxes as Muppets.

Just an idea 😁😁😁

OMFG so here's a tiny bit that I thought of, I gotta expand this at some point (this ended up being longer than I meant it to be):

Neil was getting worried. The fever was definitely getting worse and Andrew hadn't stopped complaining about the stomach cramps. He hadn't eaten all day - hadn't had anything but water since he'd thrown up that morning - but he'd refused a trip to the hospital. And Neil understood why, but he was starting to think that he'd have to drag Andrew there even if he protested. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

Well, maybe eating would help. Neil had warmed up some canned tomato soup that would hopefully be easy enough on Andrew's stomach. He brought it into the bedroom, where Andrew had curled up under the covers, wearing the big black hoodie they reserved for bad days. The cats were curled up on the bed as well, seeming just as worried as Neil was.

"Andrew?" he called. All he got was a grunt in response, but that meant he was still coherent enough to listen. "You need to eat. I brought you some soup."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Andrew slowly blink at him. "I don't need soup, 'm not hungry," Andrew slurred.

"You haven't eaten anything today," Neil told him, trying to be as patient as possible.

"Hurts," Andrew huffed. "Fine, I'm fine. I'll eat it."

"Thank you," Neil said. "Here, let me take your temperature, first."

All Andrew did was blink slowly again as Neil put the bowl of soup on one nightstand and grabbed the thermometer. He'd never been this out of it before, not with a fever, and Neil was pretty sure Andrew had warmed up again after huddling under the covers. He'd been pulling them away all day.

"Can I take your temperature?" Neil asked.

"'ssss..." Andrew hissed.

Bad. Not good. The opposite of fine. Neil reached out anyway, gently tilting Andrew's head to get the thermometer at the right angle at his forehead. It wasn't until after he saw the number 103°F that he noticed Andrew's stare through his climbing worry. "What?" Neil dared to ask.

"Your..." Andrew trailed off. "Hair's like Beaker."

Huh? "Who the hell is Beaker?"

"From the Muppets?" Andrew slurred. "Yeah. 's all red and crazy."

It wasn't a laughing matter. Andrew comparing him to a Muppet of all things should not be funny, especially given the circumstances. But Neil still snorted. "Thanks, Andrew."

"You know Matt's kinda like Fozzie?" Andrew continued. "Aaron's face does the - does the - " He paused, frowning. "Kermit scrunch. Yeah, that's it."

"So, Katelyn is Miss Piggy?" Neil asked, looking for his phone.

"Yeah. Kevin's Animal. Nicky's a chicken."

"So, who're you?" Neil asked. He found his phone under some of the blankets, using that as an excuse to rip them off of Andrew's overheated body.

"We," he said, motioning for Neil to lean in. "We are the guys that judge everything."

He must've forgotten that he'd already labeled Neil as Beaker. Neil nodded along while Andrew started mumbling that he actually wanted Renee to be the old guy with him and started calling Aaron. "I wish I could record this," he grumbled. "You'll deny this until you die."

"Nobody we know is cool enough to be Gonzo," Andrew added.

"What the hell do you want, Neil?" Aaron asked when he answered the call.

"Your brother has a high fever and just called me a Muppet," Neil said, barely able to keep the smirk off his face as Andrew continued rambling. "I'd appreciate if you'd help convince him he needs to go to the hospital."

#aftg #aftg wip #aftg fanfic #andreil #andreil wip #andreil fanfic #andriel #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #this was so much fun to make #honestly its been a long time since ive watched the muppets so i wasn't 100% on who to make who #but then i thought andrew has a high fever whatever he aint thinking either #jinger's works

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divergent-connections · 3 years

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Okay so I'm convinced Eternal Sonata has the most detailed and captivating maps and it was a PS3 game nonetheless. I wasn't able to fully enjoy it back in 2008, but now with a better tv (and with good earbuds!) I'm astounded.

(These screenshots are not my own, it's difficult to find good ones, and PSNow that I'm currently using to play does not allow screencapture...I'm actually upset about this.)

The extreme fantasy paired with painted-like background and photorealistic details like leaves and cobblestones are awe-inspiring. Even the sewer map was beautiful! It had sunlight filtered through moss and foilage that wound around purple glass baubles that hung above. Little lizards pandered about.

The houses' interiors show a life being lived, with adorable clutters and whimsical lights and decorations accompanied by an endless variety of plants. Each one made me want to pack up and live there.

Every single map I am breathtaken by the charm and romantic reverie. Even though I normally prefer a free camera in games, the angles that it moves as you walk along a path tells a story in itself - entering a shrouded forest panning upwards to look at the rays of light, or focusing on a quaint little waterfall area as you pass by. Each scene it's own soundscape of birds, rustling leaves and water babbling nearby. All the while being orchestrated by a fitting selection of Chopin's music.

Sadly, all of this makes the JRPG aspect of it painfully out of place. Nothing against JRPGs (I love some of them) but the clichés and the character modeling that are essentially cel-shaded and goofy I feel did not give this game justice and I think that's a big reason many couldn't get into it and the game fell into obscurity...

The entire premise is you're in a fever dream of Frédéric Chopin (the pianist) just before his death in the late 1800s. Many lines are pure poetry. The vingettes tell true pieces of his life and they are often grim, as Chopin was a sickly man who fleed his beloved homeland of Poland after the uprising. Him and his so-called masculine girlfriend (I'm convinced she was trans) that went by the pen name George Sand lived with him and took care of him until he was evicted from his home due to having Tuberculosis.

The wildly colorful and imaginative scenes should be the only thing to offset the serious nature of the premise, not the characters entrusted with carrying it.

I know this would never happen but I really wish Eternal Sonata could be redone with the same scenery just HD, but the characters being reworked to a more realistic and likeable version. With about 100% less of Prince whatever his name is talks-a-lot and 1000% more Viola and Arco.

Despite these flaws, it will remain one of my favorites. The combat was much more interesting and complex than I remember, a mix of realtime and turnbased with mechanics like different moves and forms depending on whether you were in the sunlight or darkness. Although suprisingly difficult (after playing for about 5 hours so far), after grinding a little and saving a million times in multiple save files I saw less game over screens, and winning a tough battle is very satisfying.

Seriously though, this game is the worst when it comes to ruining whole saves, because it'll thrust you into a boss battle with no option to exit the map to level up, and if you're not strong enough, well...that's it. You either fight it over and over with different strategies or you go back hours of gameplay to a previous savefile and prepare better before the point of no return...

I read a post on here that described it as "self-indulgent" and I honestly can't think of a more fitting word. All-in-all, if you can overlook the cringyness of the characters at times, the scenery is definitely worth it.

#eternal sonata #eternalsonata #es #ps3 #ps3 games #rpg #chopin #frédéric chopin #classical music #video games

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hobisexually · 3 years

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hi amber! how are you? im currently going through a crisis where i dont know if i want to stay in my relationship of more than 2 years and am convincing myself that im a lesbian because,... that will make breaking up easier? or its true? and just thinking about all of this makes my head and heart hurt so bad because i do love him i just don't feel like being with him anymore???? or im a lesbian. so theres that. anyway have you read any good drarry lately? im regressing to my 2017 state until i can deal with this situation. lol!

hiya love. as for drarry fics, i liked these:

Boiling Point

Ferveret - n. boiling point

After an Auror raid gone wrong, Draco ends up trapped in a dodgy safehouse with nothing but Harry Potter’s dubious company and a dwindling supply of food. With only each other and the walls surrounding them, they're forced to confront their past and their feelings which have long been threatening to boil over.

Criminal

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

A House On Fire

For the last five years, Auror Draco Malfoy has walked into his office with hardly a glance at the illusioned window taking up the back wall. It looks out over an imagined London, a perfectly bright and brilliant view of the city that hides the smog and rain and dirt that clings to the city like a patina of time that can never be worn away. It's always a perfect summer's day with soft, white clouds that float through the painfully bright blue sky like a dream. He likes to imagine the gentle breeze that ripples the surface of the Thames brushing across his skin, since he'll never be able to actually feel it. After all, his office is located on the second floor and is, therefore, underground.

But It's Better If You Do

“This is exactly where you like me, isn’t it,” Malfoy mutters hoarsely in his ear, and Harry hears the unspoken beneath you, defeated. Harry laughs softly, lowering his arse onto his lap.

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The burlesque!Harry fever-dream oneshot that nobody asked for.

Sleight of Hand

It’s another one of those horrid Ministry affairs, and the only interesting thing is twinkling from Draco Malfoy’s finger. Can you really blame Harry for being fascinated by the gorgeous emerald ring and those long, elegant hands, especially when he’s certain Malfoy is up to something?

Born Slippy

Harry finds that it's less 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor' and more 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, decide Malfoy's quite fit, actually, and decent company after your friends traitorous abandonment, floor.' With Malfoy lying next to you.

Far From The Tree

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

What Dreams May Come

If Harry had to get called into work on his day off, at least he was able to get Malfoy called in too.

i know there's a bunch of GREAT fics coming for the big bang this year, but they're not due until september (trust me though, i saw some prompts when i was still signed up for it, and they're gonna be great).

and under the read more something i wanted to say, just in case:

i'm so sorry to hear that about your relationship, that must be very stressful for you. i think, if you're saying this, it doesn't even really matter whether you're a lesbian or not? all i'm hearing from you is that you don't want to be with him anymore, and that's okay. honestly, that's okay, even if you can't figure out the reason and you still love him as a person. you're not stuck in this situation. be kind to yourself first and foremost, and take some time away from him maybe? figuring out whether you're a lesbian or not doesn't have to happen now, you're not in a rush. just be honest with yourself about what you're feeling and why, and don't string him along, y'know? it’s better for you to get some space and really think about this clearly than stress about this more than you have to.

also, if you want to talk more about why you think you might be a lesbian, you can always come talk it through with me 💕

#drarry #fic rec #drarry fic rec #messages

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taking-over-his-life · 4 years

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Colt

Written by my internet friend Colt many years ago.

I woke up to the intense pain like that of a migraine headache. I could feel every hair on my body it seemed, with an undertow of muscle aches all over my body. My mind was spinning round and round, trying to figure out where I was. The room was dark, I could sense that the room was strangely familiar, but I couldn’t make the connection. Oh, the pain, how I wished it would go away. As I grappled to sit upright, the pain instantly started to tighten its grip on my head. My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room. Fear and panic started to run through my mind, this just wasn’t where I remember going to sleep.

The last thing that I remember was that I had gone to a friend’s party. I had started feeling strange at the party so I had left and went home. I vaguely recall entering my house and going to my bedroom and falling face first onto my bed. And that was all I wrote.

But, now here I am in this room that I have no idea how I came to be in. My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room. I could make out that there were two small kids sleeping on cots, and another person that I could hear breathing but couldn't place where they were. I realized that I was now sitting up on a sleeping bag that was on the floor. My brain struggled to figure out where the hell I was. Completely paralyzed by the fear I felt continued its grip on me. And the ungodly pain in my head. I couldn't even wish that much pain on even my worst enemy. Yet, for some reason, the surroundings were so familiar, but I couldn't make the connection with my excruciating level of pain. I must be having one of my migraines and hallucinating at the same time. That was the only explanation that I could think of at this point.

When I quit trying so hard to remember my surroundings, the answer hit me with a vengeance. The room I was in was my Aunt and Uncle’s basement. Their basement had a one very large room with a pool table, tables, couches, and a bar. Ok, I must be dreaming, this just can’t be real. It didn’t make any sense to me. As I sat up on the sleeping bag, I realized that I was wearing full biker leathers. Judging by what I could feel against my skin, I had on a pair of leather pants tucked into tall boots, a leather shirt, a leather jacket and tight fitting gloves on. The leather felt very warm, moist, and sweat soaked against my skin. The leather felt like it fit me like a glove all over my body which felt soothing on my ragged nerves. My eyes had now adjusted to the darkness and I could see well enough to get around the basement.

I NEED air! I couldn’t make any sense of how I come to be in these surroundings. I was still petrified of what has happened to me, and maybe some fresh air will help. I carefully stepped around the obstacles in the basement, acting like a cat trying not to make a sound as I made my way upstairs. The boots and leathers I was wearing started to make plenty of noise, so I did my best to adjust my movements to quiet down the leather creaking. It seemed as though my hearing abilities were magnified greatly over normal, it must have been the fact that it was dark in the room and of course the fear I was experiencing. It seemed to take forever climbing up the non-carpeted steps without making any discernable level of noise. After climbing up the steps, I found myself in the kitchen. I needed something to drink to my quench my dry mouth. I carefully opened up the fridge and grabbed a Mountain Dew (I almost did not recognize the Mountain Dew can) and left the kitchen. Finding the back door to the house, I gently opened the door so as to not wake anyone up. I stepped outside onto the cool patio cement floor, it was obviously summer time. I set my Mountain Dew down on the patio table. The night was deafening to me, it just seemed too quiet for some reason. As I sat down on a bench on the patio in the bright moonlight, I could see something that almost gave me a heart attack. In the driveway were my cousin’s Torino, '40 Ford and my Uncle’s Dodge truck that they had back in the early 70s. Also in the driveway were two Harley Davidson motorcycles. The Harleys could explain why I'm clad in full biker leathers. This can’t be real! I went and looked at the license plate of truck, and it had 1973 stamped into it. Looking out towards the front of the house, I could see my Dad’s GMC pickup truck with its camper shell on it that we had back then too. In front of Dad's truck, was a Chevy Malibu. It looked as though we were on one our annual summer vacations back to Denver Colorado. I could feel something in one of the pockets of my jacket; it was a pack of Marlboro reds in a box that were just a bit smashed. I managed to pull out a few cigs without breaking them. The cigs were not totally damaged, just a bit bent from being squished a bit in my jacket from laying on them. My hands were very shaky trying to strike a match to light up that magic first Marlboro. My leather covered hands finally made the match come to life and lit that first Marlboro. I took a very slow and deep drag, feeling my tenseness starting to subside

somewhat. Exhaling slowly making smoke rings in the night air with the bright moonlight casting its light on the rings. The smoke rings against the bright moonlit night fascinated me for a few minutes distracting me from my situation. I was completely puzzled, trying to figure out a rational explanation for my predicament. I could only remember that when I went to sleep last night, the year was 2003, 30 years from where I was now. And all of a sudden I realized I’m NOT the same person. In the summer of 1973, I was only 9 years old, how could I be this adult sized person? As I finished that first cig, I started to panic again with a new found fear, I lit another cig. Then I popped the top of the Mountain Dew can on the table. I took a big gulp of the magic Mountain Dew, cooling my throat all of the way down to my stomach.

Realizing that there was something in one of the jacket pockets, I reached into the pocket pulled out a wallet. I slowly opened the wallet, afraid of what I would find; I hadn’t even looked at myself in a mirror yet. Using the bright moonlight, I looked at a driver’s license for someone that never existed, yet here it is. The license was a Florida driver’s license. Well, my family used to live there in 1973. I carefully inspected the license, looking at the picture, the printed information, realizing that I must truly be this “new” person. The name printed on the license was Kirk Derek Colten McCormack; the birthday was October 15, 1956; and the address was where we had lived in Florida at that time. OOOOOh my God!!!!! I must be somebody else, but in my own family? The Twilight Zone was REALLY happening to me I thought. My hands still shaking, I lit another cig. Right now, I couldn’t get enough nicotine to alleviate my fears and anxieties. At that point, I couldn’t discern one reality from the next. I was in a REAL Twilight Zone. Where was Rod Serling? He had to be around here somewhere telling the television audience of my predicament it seemed. Did I really look like the guy in the license picture? My curiosity compelled me to run over to my Uncle’s truck to look in the mirror to see what I looked like. The reflection startled me so much that I jumped back a bit after the initial view of myself in the mirror. It was ME, the guy in the license picture and in the mirror. Yikes! I could swear I must be having a nervous crack-up or something.

I know I must be dreaming this whole thing. I thought I should just go inside and go to sleep and I will reawake in the year 2003 where I belong as Jeremy McCormack. Quietly opening the back door to the house, I slipped inside. I decided to lay down on the couch in the family room. To my relief I fell asleep rather quickly.

Chapter Two

I awoke suddenly to someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that I had just been experiencing a vivid nightmare and that all was back to normal. My Aunt Ruth and I made eye contact and it startled me. Oh, my God! It looked as though I was going to continue to suffer this mind bending nightmare. Aunt Ruth was talking to me, but I really couldn’t make sense of what she was saying. She repeated what she had just said to me. Aunt Ruth kept saying that I didn’t look very well, and that I appeared to have a very high fever. Her hands were like ice on my face. Aunt Ruth said it must be all of the leather I was wearing. I think I was delirious to say the least. All of a sudden, my “brother” Jeremy and sisters Rebecca and Jeanette popped their faces in front of me asking me if I was alright. I jumped back a bit again, seeing my “own” self in front of me. At that moment I was truly freaked out and jumpy to say the least. It seemed like everyone in the house (my parents, cousins, brother and sisters and my Aunt and Uncle) were surrounding me like I was the star attraction, looking at me making their own diagnosis of the situation. I could sense that they must have thought I was high on something, because of the way I was acting (not realizing at the moment that Colt experimented with drugs occasionally). Finally I sat up, still feeling dizzy. I finally convinced everyone that I had a migraine last night and just needed to take a shower and clean up and that that would help me feel better. I somehow managed to stand up even though I was a little disoriented and negotiated the steep staircase to the basement. I now realized that I was feeling the same way I did when I went asleep in 2003. Someone must have slipped me some kind of drug back in 2003, and I was just having a brilliant nightmare. My thoughts were that I must go with the flow of this “dream” so I could survive it and then it would be over and I could return to who I was originally.

I went downstairs into the basement. I found where "my" stuff was which was in a duffle type bag next to a sleeping bag on the floor near my Uncle's pool table. I opened up the bag to go through the duffle bag looking for some clothes to change into after I took a shower. Somehow I had to get some time alone, to try and get my wits together. While I continued to be in deep thought, Dad walked over to me asked whether or not that I felt good enough to still go on our planned motorcycle ride. I quickly answered that I thought it sounded groovy. Going for a motorcycle ride would most definitely give me the time to sort things out without too many interruptions. I could then deal with my situations without my family thinking that I was an absolute stoner and high on something.

I went back to rummaging through the duffle bag so I could get a better idea of who I was now, that is when I discovered quite a surprise. I had mostly motorcycle leathers, 3 or 4 pairs of leather pants, several pairs of tall boots, several pair of leather western shirts, a leather vest and several motorcycle jackets completed the leather gear. The scent of the leather gave me a momentary "high" that I could never get enough of to tell the truth. I was rather stunned for a minute. The leather gear was very soft and actually rather stylish for the time. Several pairs of the leather pants, some were the 70s style bell bottom styles. A couple pairs of pants were vintage (to me any how) motorcycle styled with zippered pockets instead of the regular kind of pockets. What surprised me was the fact, that there were motorcycle leathers in the suitcase. My last “lifetime,” we didn’t own any street motorcycles, just an old dirt bike. The rest was the usual 70s styled clothes and stuff of the like. There was also a small box that was full of Indian turquoise silver jewelry.

I settled on a set of leathers similar to what I was already wearing. A sleeveless black leather western shirt, a pair of breeches, and a pair of highly polished knee high engineer boots (which I had on at the moment). I went to the bathroom, closed the door, and began to take off my sweat soaked leathers. I started with taking off my gloves. On my fingers were several Indian silver rings and a wide silver bracelet laden with different colors of turquoise. When I slipped off my jacket, I noticed a wide black leather watchband. I sat down on the toilet and pulled off my glossy boots. When I took off my leather shirt, I felt that I had a few silver necklaces around my neck. I pulled off a leather strap that held my long hair into a pony tail. I felt a thick mustache on my face that was shaped like an upside down horseshoe. I finished getting undressed and turned on the hot water to the shower and slowly entered the stream of hot water. The hot steamy water of the shower beating down on my face felt so refreshing.

I soaped myself up thoroughly not paying attention to my "new" body. I did notice that when I was washing my hair that I had several earrings pierced in my left ear. I must be really into jewelry. My life in 2003 I could have cared less when it came to any kind of jewelry. The hot water soothed and relaxed my entire body. After I was rinsed clean I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. That was when I noticed that there was a full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door. I took a towel and cleaned the steam off of the mirror. I looked in the mirror, and I noticed my “new” body was quite attractive. The reflection of my “new” face in the mirror was a young teenager and those pearly whites were flawless looking. I stood probably about 6' tall and my body was very muscular as though I spent years lifting weights. My straight, thick, long, dark brown hair fell between my shoulder blades. My long brown hair was so soft and silky. My face had chiseled features with a pearly white smile that was just flawless. My thick soft manicured mustache made me look like a rock star with my long hair. I could now see the ear piercings in my left ear. My darkly tanned skin was smooth, tight, with a soft and fine covering of dark brown hair all over. My eyes were an unusual purple color that could mesmerize anyone. My strong hands started feeling all over my body sensing the newness of it all. My hands of course found their way to my crotch. My hands found my cock with huge balls and started working it over a bit. In just seconds, it stood tall and proud at least 12 inches long and nicely thick. Within another minute, I shot a huge load all over the full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door. The orgasm seemed to last for minutes, and a release that I so desperately needed. At that moment, I froze for a moment as I shockingly discovered that I was staring at TWO cocks both hard as a rock. When I had shot my load, it came from BOTH cocks. Ok, so now I am some sort of freak was the next thought on my mind. But then I realized that two cocks were better than one, with double the pleasurable sensations. I guess it won't be that bad being a freak.

Chapter Three

My mind realized that I had better finish getting dressed. I slipped on the cool black sleeveless western leather shirt. The shirt fit like it was tailored for a perfect fit. I only snapped the front of the shirt about halfway exposing the valley of my chest between my well defined pecs and the brilliant silver necklaces. I placed the wide watchband on next. I kept all of the jewelry on while I took my shower as didn't want to deal with that detail. Then I slipped into the black leather breeches (these breeches were non-flared) making sure that I adjusted for my cocks, one down each leg. The fly was made with exposed metal snaps from the crotch all the way up to the waistband. Rather sexy looking I thought. My thighs filled out the legs of the breeches so smoothly. I tucked in my smooth black leather sleeveless western styled shirt. Then I snapped up the fly of the breeches and buckled up the wide basket weave belt. The pant legs, now that was a different story. Each leg had a zipper that extended from crotch to the bottom of each pant leg. I put on a pair of socks and then I zipped myself tightly into each leg of the breeches. The leathers that I had just shoehorned myself into were the tightest leathers that I had ever remembered wearing in my other life. At the bottom of each leg was an elastic stirrup that looked like it was designed to keep my breeches from bunching up when I sat or stood up. The breeches fit perfectly like the shirt. The breeches fit so smoothly that there was no way I could put much of anything into the pockets. Next, I pulled on my highly polished tall engineer boots which the boot shafts came to just under my knees that were made by Dehner Boot Company. The closest way I could describe how I looked for the most part was that of Maxwell Caulfield in the movie "Grease 2" when he was in his slick full leathers at the end of the movie. I stared at myself in the full length mirror on the door admiring myself for a few minutes and absolutely delighted with what I saw. I was a little narcissistic for a few minutes at my killer looks. I finished getting ready by brushing my hair and teeth. I tied up my long hair into a pony tail with a strip of black leather with a snap on it. I was as ready as I could be to face more of my continuing dream.

Mom (who wouldn’t be my Mother this time around obviously - because Mom and Dad hadn’t gotten married until 1961), knocked on the door to see if I was done, so Dad could clean up. I told her a few more minutes and I would be done. I quickly cleaned up my mess and finished getting myself together.

I went back to my sleeping bag and grabbed my 50s D-pocket styled motorcycle jacket which I noticed was lined in a light weight red perforated leather and a pair of black tight fitting gloves. The gloves I placed into my breeches back zippered pocket about half way in. I gently placed my mirrored aviator sunglasses on the front of my leather shirt where it was snapped up halfway. Where I placed the glasses drew attention to my exposed chest. These few details such as the gloves in my breeches pocket, and hanging the sunglasses onto my shirt just seemed to flow out of me naturally. I could feel my raw sexual energy emanating from my body which I had no control over. There seemed to be an overwhelming power over me on how I carried myself (as Colt). My movements seemed to be guided by that power that I couldn't put my finger on. I guess it must have been Colt's sub consciousness that was controlling me. It seemed as thought my mind was an overlay on top of Colt's mind.

I double checked to make sure my wallet was still in my jacket and grabbed another pack of Marlboros and matches which I put into a pocket of the leather shirt. I went upstairs to the kitchen where Aunt Ruth offered me breakfast, but I decided on a couple of cans of Mountain Dew instead. My nerves were too shot to eat anything right now. My sisters, brother (me before this dream started), and Mother were in the kitchen eating breakfast with my Aunt. Dad was downstairs in the basement getting ready to go on our ride.

I went outside onto the patio with my smokes and the cans of Mountain Dew. Sitting there on the patio smoking and taking big gulps of Mountain Dew my mind was doing quick flashes of my "life" as Colt. The temperature was warming up quickly. It must have been around 80 F now, sunny with brilliant blue clear skies. The time was probably around 10:00 am. The warmth of the day made my leathers start to glue themselves to my skin. The sensations of the leather against my body began to turn me on. I was becoming highly aroused at this point.

I decided to find a distraction to suppress my hormones for a while. I turned to my mounting curiosity to check out things around the house to see if I could remember more. So I decided to walk around and check things out. I walked around the house to the front yard and was checking out what I thought was a Malibu that I saw last night (I was a car enthusiast back in 2003 so this car was intriguing). When I got closer to the car, I noticed that there were not any Malibu or Chevrolet nameplates on the car. There were a lot of differences from that of a Malibu. At first I thought it was a customized car but there were nameplates that read Beaumont SD and 396. The nameplates had a maple leaf on them. The car must be Canadian. I thought what a strange name for a car and perplexed as to why it was in the States. As I did a quick look over of the car, it became apparent that I was beginning to "remember" more and more of Colt (and less of my former self) and that the Beaumont was mine. The Beaumont was red inside and out and appeared to have every gadget you could possibly order on a car back then when it was new. The car just plain sparkled. I must have been a stickler for keeping it looking impressive all of the time.

As I returned to the patio to sit down, everybody except Dad and I were leaving to go visit our Grandparents. I lit another Marlboro and opened the other can of Mountain Dew. I sat transfixed upon the gleaming Harleys sitting in the driveway. One of the Harleys was a red and black Electra Glide with a bunch of accessories and goodies on it. The other Electra Glide was silver and was a bit more spartan. My mind was flashing more bits of Colt's memory. I then knew that the red and black Electra Glide was mine. It was a '70 model that I paid cash for. I thought how could a teenager pay cash for a late model Harley? I probably would remember the answer to that question soon as well. The silver Electra Glide belonged to Dad and it was a '65 model (the first year of the electric start Harleys). I noticed that the driveway was clear of the cars and truck. Everyone but my Aunt must have gone to work. On the far side of the garage was a trailer. I suddenly remembered that Dad had towed the trailer from home. Dad brought the Harleys in it and some of our luggage.

Dad called out to me from the back door of the house. He said he would be ready in about 10 minutes. I went inside and grabbed my jacket. I slipped on my 50s motorcycle jacket. The red leather lining felt terrific against my naked arms. I stuffed my smokes into my shirt pocket. Gently pulling my sunglasses from the front of my shirt I slid them onto my face adjusting them for the perfect position. I grabbed my black leather gloves from the back pocket of my breeches and slowly worked each glove onto my strong hands. I found the keys to the Harley in one of the jacket pockets. I moaned softly with the pleasurable sensations of being totally engulfed in tight fitting, shiny, and highly polished black leathers. DAMN! I knew at that moment that I was HOT looking exuding sexual energy at full power. My cocks started to snake down each leg with considerable strain as my tightly leather clad legs were doing its best to prevent it. I knew that it would be just a matter of time before I would shoot a considerable size load of cum down each leg. At that point I didn't care, I welcomed it actually.

I loved it! I went outside to the bikes and started my Harley. Dad walked out of the house (and locked the door) fully clad in glistening black leather from his neck down. I realized that I had an air of confidence that I had never felt or experienced even in my "previous life" being around my Father. Dad's personality was totally different from my last "life". Dad and I (Colt) seemed to have a very tight knit bond between us in this life. Dad was now a very cheerful person and was insistent on having fun whenever possible. He also had a very different physical build of his body. He was much more muscular than he was in the other realm. We both seemed to feed one liners to each other so we were laughing a lot.

Chapter Four

Dad strutted over to his bike fluidly. It was almost sexy. He started his gleaming silver Harley Electra Glide. My bike was pretty much all warmed up and ready to go. Oh the feel of the exhaust pulsating from the two Harleys just made my pulse quicken and start my adrenaline pumping. Oh I was pretty excited about going for the ride. I told Dad told me to lead the way as I knew how to get to Evergreen by going the long way. We were going to have lunch in Evergreen and then cruise around and head back to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Westminster. Dad thought our ride should last about 4-5 hours. I then lowered myself on to my vibrating Electra Glide. The vibrations made my cocks come to life again. I slowly zipped up my 50s leather jacket up to the snapped lapels. I reached up and turned up my collar to look "cool". This ride is going to be great I thought. I kicked my bike into first gear and slowly let the clutch out and I was heading down the driveway. I gently eased the bike onto the street with Dad behind me. Once I was on the street, I had to just let loose on the throttle and raced Dad to the end of the street. Dad was right beside me. Oh, my gawd, this was certainly better than the Harley I had in 2003. Just feeling the raw power of the Harley going down the road was thrilling my senses. We headed over to the Boulder Turnpike and went towards Boulder. The warm sun beating down on my black leathers and the wind in my face and from the speed going down the highway was so invigorating. I surely enjoyed the wind blowing through my long hair. Between feeling the heat from my leathers to the vibration from the engine of the Harley, I suddenly shot copious amounts of cum down my legs in my leather breeches. Oh that felt so good! What a way to have an orgasm! I didn’t care that I was going to have a mess to clean out of my breeches when we were done with our ride.

As Dad and I approached Boulder (it sure looked different from what I remember in 2003), my mind was starting to remember more memories of Colt the “brother” I had become. I was beginning to see more and more memories flashing in my mind. It was so strange to feel my two lives becoming one. More memories began to come through the more relaxed I became. My old life was starting to fade to where it was beginning to seem like it was the dream. The real Colt personality was taking over my old personality little by little. I could feel the transformation take over me. I was feeling so revitalized with more energy and drive, but with a sense of a responsibility that I was here to accomplish something that I couldn’t do previously. On the west side of Boulder, Dad and I turned onto Hwy. 93 heading south towards Golden. Oh, the thrill of it all. Everything seemed to be making more sense and I started feeling more comfortable with myself being Colt. I decided to let my mind relax enough so that I could remember more of Colt's memories. Being on the motorcycle with the wind in my hair I now was able to be by myself to where I could just let the memories flow through.

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