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corrodedcorpses · 2 years

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Boys on Film

Pairing: PS!Steve x PS!Eddie x Virgin!reader

Summary: Eddie and Steve have been your best friends for years. Although they've never done or said anything to make you feel bad, you can't help but feel inadequate to them when it comes to sexual experience. After they star in their first Threesome together, some weird emotions arise.

Warnings: Smut (18+), light angst, Masturbation (female), Voyeurism, Oral sex (m & F), Double penetration, watching porn (?)

Word count: 5.7k

a/n: I know I said I was going to post part 2 of this on my Ao3 but I think this account has finally revived itself! So part 2 will be up on here and Ao3 in a couple of days!

Also thank you to everyone for sticking around while my account was doomed, ily 🖤

Part 2 // Part 3

Eddie and Steve have been your closest friends for years.

Your friendship with Eddie started out your first week of highschool and the first week of Eddie’s third year. Eddie had seen you wandering the crowded halls, head down and gripping the strap of your worn backpack, trying to draw as little attention to yourself as possible.

There was something about you, your shyness and innocence that Eddie seemed drawn to. He had thought about approaching you but couldn’t work up the courage or a good enough excuse to talk to you.

Everytime your eyes met for a brief second you quickly looked away and Eddie saw, what he assumed, was fear in your eyes everytime you did. He was honestly surprised how fast his reputation spread, even to the newer students, but he was used to it by now.

Luckily for him, as you sped through the halls at the end of school one day, head down low and staring at the floor, you had unknowingly stepped right into his path… and smashed right into his chest.

You looked up at him with wide, shocked eyes and he offered you a kind smile back. He expected you to just run away, no one else bothered to apologise when they ran into him, but instead you stammered out a tiny “S-sorry, I didn’t see you, there’s just um, so many people”.

Eddie was shocked for a second, his cold heart melting slightly at your tiny voice, but quickly regained his confidence and reassured you that “It’s totally fine, gets pretty crazy here at the end of the day”.

“Yeah,” you’d replied with a sigh, “It’s gonna take some getting used to that’s for sure. People don’t just create a path for me when I’m coming.” you’d said with the slightest, still nervous chuckle, attempting to lightheartedly tease him.

Eddie’s chest ached at the sound. “Well stick with me little one,” Eddie assured, throwing an arm around your shoulders and changing his original direction to walk with you, “I’ll protect you.”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics but couldn’t help looking up at him with awe in your eyes, blushing when he winked and smirked at you. “Now, where are we headed?”

After that it seemed Eddie had decided that you were (somehow) worthy of his friendship and affection. You still don’t know why he had decided to be so nice to you that day but you were more than thankful. You’d both been inseparable ever since and although it had never progressed to anything more than friendship, you loved him dearly.

4 years later at the end of your (Eddie’s third) senior year, he introduced you to the “now super metal” Steve Harrington.

At first you were apprehensive of Steve after hearing the rumours of “King Steve” and being no stranger to insults being thrown your way from Tommy H, Carol and the rest of the basketball team, even after Steve had graduated.

Just like Eddie.

Which is why you were so confused when he insisted on you giving Steve a chance and that he was sure you’d actually like him. You’d also heard the kids from Hellfire (especially Dustin) also gush over Steve, so eventually, with a lot of convincing, you decided that maybe he deserved a chance.

Your first time meeting Steve properly was over at Eddie’s trailer, he’d insisted that the best way to break the ice was to all get high together, a habit you’d picked up thanks to the metalhead himself. You weren’t surprised that Steve also smoked, having heard about his infamous parties.

Eddie had given you a ride home from school that day and you thankfully had a few hours with just him before Steve arrived after work. You were hoping that hanging out with Eddie would calm your nerves at spending time with Steve but unfortunately you spent the whole time practically pacing around the whole trailer, while Eddie watched you from the couch.

Eddie found it amusing (and a little bit cute) how nervous you were but did his best to try and reassure you.

“Don’t you remember that awful rumour that Carol spread around school about me?”

“You’ll have to be more specific sweetheart, which one?” He teased with a chuckle. Not helping.

You glared back at him. “My point exactly. And Steve just stood there as they all laughed at me, at us practically the whole way through highschool!” You were almost yelling now.

“Yeah but Steve didn’t do any of the actual bullying,” Eddie tried.

You gave him a look of come on and he just shrugged in return.

Luckily, before you could completely spiral, you both heard a knock on the door. You froze in your current pacing spot and looked at Eddie with fear in your eyes, realising you were closest to the door.

You quickly ran and sat down on the other side of the couch before Eddie could even think about suggesting you get the door. Eddie looked at you confused while standing up, mumbling a don't worry, i'll get it with a fond shake of his head.

He’d never admit it to you but he loves how shy you are, more specifically loves how shy you are around everyone but him and how you seem to always look at him to protect you when your nerves get the better of you. He liked feeling needed and trusted so much by you.

Eddie had quickly opened the door, surprising you by pulling Steve into a quick friendly embrace. While Steve, even more to your surprise, gladly returned the hug. Eddie then stepped to the side to let Steve come in. Steve went straight to the kitchen, placing the two white bags on the counter and saying something about bringing reinforcements.

It was only then that Steve seemed to notice you on the couch as you sat awkwardly fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“Where are my manners?” He asked rhetorically, striding over to the couch with his hand outstretched. You stood, timidly taking his hand to shake.

“Hey I’m Steve, Steve Harrington”

“Hey, y-yeah, I know” we went to the same school dumbass, “I’m y’n”.

“Right,” he says, placing his other hand on top of yours, “Eddie didn’t tell me his “best friend” that I’d be meeting was so pretty.”

You blushed hard at that. Hating his cheesy one liner and hating how much you wanted to like it. You shot Eddie a glance that said a mix between seriously? This guy? And please save me.

Eddie gave you a look back that said play nice but asked Steve to help him grab some stuff from his room. You sunk back into the couch relieved as they walked away, how were you supposed to survive a whole night of Steve Harrington?

As Eddie and Steve got to the room you heard Eddie whisper “Seriously Man?” way too loudly.

“What?” Steve had whispered way too loudly back.

“You’re coming on way too strong.”

“What? No I’m not, she's a total babe!” you rolled your eyes at that, there's no way Steve had changed as much as Eddie thought.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Eddie replied, “just chill out with the flirting, you’re gonna scare her off”.

I know? Eddie knows that you’re a babe?

You did not have time to fully process what he meant when both boys returned from Eddie’s room with his trusty black lunchbox.

You were relieved when Eddie sat next to you on the couch and Steve took the recliner. It was awkward at first, you were easily getting lost in the conversations with both of their big personalities but they made sure to ask you specific things and let you have enough room to talk.

After you had all passed a few joints around it got even easier. You were surprised to find that Steve obviously cared a lot about Eddie, even remembering small details of the latest D&D campaign Eddie had been working on and making sure his favourite snack was in his plastic “reinforcement” bags.

You also, despite yourself, started having fun and actually laughing with Steve Harrington for once and not at the expense of others as you’d seen him do too often in highschool.

You were also surprised to see that maybe he wasn’t as confident and sure of himself as he used to be. He was still certainly confident but not in the same intimidating and arrogant way.

Also, much to your detest, you started to find his lame flirting actually quite endearing. Eventually, you had no choice but to agree with Eddie that Steve Harrington was a really good dude now.

Ever since, the three of you have been inseparable.

They were your shoulders to cry on, someone to pick you up after a bad day, someone to tell all your secrets and dreams to. All three of you supported each other through every failed and successful endeavour.

Especially Eddie who, after finally graduating, realised he really didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life. He started out at a shitty music store straight out of highschool but he soon grew tired of it, never one to settle for the mundane. He wanted something more.

Although his ultimate goal is still to be a “rockstar” and the band is doing pretty well, Eddie soon realised that there was something else (other than guitar and Dungeon Master-ing) that he was extremely good at: sex.

You’re still not sure how he got into it, if he’d decided himself one day or if he’d been approached by someone but somehow Eddie Munson finds himself as a semi successful pornstar.

When Eddie had first told you and Steve that he’d stared in a porno, neither of you believed him. You really thought he was playing some weird joke on you both as it wasn’t unlike him to. So, in order to prove to you both that he was in fact, telling the truth, he got a copy of the film.

You were completely shocked when the tape started playing on Steve’s TV. The obscene images and sounds like a slap to the face, something you never thought you’d get to see or hear from your best friend. But, you had to admit, Eddie was good and he looked hot.

You tried to ignore the growing ache between your legs as you and Steve had grilled Eddie all about it for the rest of the night, asking if it was good or awkward, how much money he made, did he think he would do more? How did he even get in this situation in the first place?

He answered all your questions about how it was a little awkward at first but ultimately good and a lot of fun. He didn’t give specifics of how much he made but assured that it was definitely more than he made at the music store. He also was adamant that he definitely wanted to do it again.

He wouldn’t go into specifics, and still won’t, about how he started up, always saying something along the lines of “being chosen by the sex gods” or “it just seemed a shame to not share my talents with the world”. Each time he was rewarded by a massive eye roll from you and Steve but neither if you decided to pry more than that.

You were especially surprised by the interest Steve seemed to have in it, asking more about the technicalities of how it all worked. Steve, like Eddie, really didn’t have much of a plan after High School. You knew that although he enjoyed his current job, he didn’t want to work there forever. So it didn’t come as a total shock when Steve had asked Eddie a couple of months later if he could help Steve land a role in one of the films.

That was about a year ago now.

Although you loved your two friends dearly and although they have never done or said anything to make you feel inferior to them, you couldn’t help when those ugly feelings rose in your chest. It wasn’t easy being friends with two very confident, very attractive men.

Being pushed aside by girls who shamelessly threw themselves at them or worse the ugly looks you’d get when they’d casually throw a friendly arm around you while you were out or the fact that you were hopelessly sexually inept compared to them.

Especially seeing as those two men literally had sex for a living and well… you were still a virgin.

It wasn’t for your lack of trying though, you’d just never seen yourself as an overly sexual person, having not even really touched yourself that much. Besides, most of the time when you try to, you can hardly ever make yourself finish.

You’d never understood when your friends would talk about their sexual experiences or toys they’d tried. You just didn’t get the interest but it was something you were definitely insecure about. Almost convinced something must be wrong with you.

It also didn’t help that there were never any guys during High School that peaked your interest, other than maybe Eddie. But you were sure he didn’t feel the same way and didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship over a silly crush.

So, in the past year, while Eddie and Steve were becoming more popular, staring in a bunch of different films and having a heap of different sexual experiences, you’d only found yourself in a brief relationship with a total dick.

He was nice enough at first but had pressured you a bit more than you would have liked to do things you probably weren’t ready for. You’d eventually given in and tried to give him a blowjob but he was way too pushy and forceful and you didn’t enjoy it at all. He’d said afterwards that he’d return the favour, but after about 2 minutes kept asking over and over again if you were getting close yet. Eventually you’d just faked it for him to stop, not really feeling anything the whole time he had.

After that the relationship kind of dwindled and he’d broken up with you. There were many issues with your comparability, but he’d made a point to mention that you weren’t sexual enough. That part had really ruined your confidence to ever try anything again with someone else.

You’d of course told Eddie and Steve about your relationship and how much of a douche he was when it all ended. They’d done their best to cheer you up and reassure you that you should never have to do anything with someone just because you’re in a relationship with them and that there was no shame in having little to no experience.

You appreciated their words but can’t help but feel insecure in the fact that their job is to have sex and make other people feel good and you can barely even make yourself cum.

****

It’s Thursday night, a night reserved for your weekly (when your busy schedules allowed) dinners with Eddie and Steve. They were always at your house too as you were the only one that lived alone.

You didn’t mind though, you liked being in your little space that you had created and having the two people you loved the most inside it.

You were especially excited for tonight as it had been about a month since you’d all be free enough to finally have dinner and you had missed them both.

You all spoke on the phone regularly but it was different than actually being with them, missing how your body seemed to instantly relax the minute you saw them.

Eddie must have picked up Steve as you heard the familiar sounds of his van approaching and two sets of people jump out.

You immediately ran to the door to greet them, excitement practically bubbling out of you. They both shared your excitement, quickly pulling you into tight hugs.

They’d picked up some food on the way and you’d already set the table, so you all sat and ate straight away.

“So,” you say with a mouthful of food, “what did I miss in the lives of my two sex gods”. You giggle as you say the last part overly dramatic and teasing. Eddie smirks at your use of the nickname he’d given himself on many occasions as Steve just rolls his eyes at you.

“Oh you know, same old stuff,” Eddie replied casually.

“We’ve both just been doing a couple of different films, trying new stuff,” Steve expanded. They never seem to give you much detail, which you think you're thankful for.

“Dazzling the world with our tallent,” Eddie not so subtly added. “Oh! And we did a threesome together the other day.”

You almost choked on the food in your mouth as you felt your eyes practically fall out of your head. “You what?”

“Yeah, well I’ve been doing more threesomes lately and we needed another guy for one and they’d asked if I knew anyone,” Eddie explained like it was the most casual thing “and I of course immediately thought of Stevie, especially because I know he’s been keen to try one.”

You took a second to process all of this new information. Your two best friends, had a threesome, together, for Steve’s first threesome.

You tried to figure out the weird emotions you were feeling at knowing this, more thankful now than ever that they usually didn’t tell you details about their job.

Steve and Eddie exchanged a confused look at the unreadable expression on your face, they certainly hadn’t expected this reaction. They actually weren’t sure what reaction they had expected but it certainly wasn't this.

“Hey,” Steve tried, “it’s not like a big deal or anything, I mean it’s just work.” Steve didn’t really know why he’d said that, you knew it was work and you’d always been supportive of them both. And it’s not like you’d be jealous or anything but he needed you to say something.

“Ouch Harrington,” Eddie teased, “not a big deal? You mean to tell me it wasn’t earth shattering, that I haven’t changed your life forever?”

Steve just rolled his eyes and shook his head at Eddie but could help himself but laugh at him. You found yourself laughing too, finally coming back to your senses.

“Right,” you said finally, “sorry, I mean it’s fine obviously I just guess I was kind of shocked?”

“Yeah we get that,” Steve assured you.

“Wait- Steve, since when do you swing that way?” you asked

Steve just shrugged in response. He didn’t really know what way he swung these days, he didn’t really care as long as he was having fun and besides, Eddie is hot and he definitely knows what he’s doing. So of course anyone would jump at the opportunity to star in a Threesome with him, right?

“He only swings that way for me,” Eddie teased while grabbing Steve’s hand from across the table and quickly brushing his lips against his knuckles, “isn’t that right?”

You giggle at Eddie’s usual overly dramatic, complete disregard of personal space flirting but don’t miss the fact that Steve doesn't pull away. You feel a pang of jealousy at how they seem closer now, they’ve shared an experience with each other that you’d never get to share with them. You’re confused as to why that hurts so much but you start to feel even more inadequate at your lack of experience.

“You’re full of shit Munson,” Steve replies, luckily bringing you out of your thoughts as he pulls his hand away finally. You don’t miss how much he’s blushing though, and neither does Eddie.

“Wait, you guys said threesome right?” They both nod. “So… I'm assuming that means the third person was a girl?” You’re not really sure why you asked, something inside you just compelled you to dig deeper about the whole situation.

“Yeah, a pretty little thing,” Eddie replies.

“Mmm, she was sweet,” Steve comments.

“Oh and so good,” Eddie expands as you feel bitterness rise in your throat.

“Mmm”, Steve agrees through a mouthful of food.

Of course she was good, that’s her job, you try to reason with yourself. But god you wish you could also be good at something like that.

Your dinner continues with no other world altering revelations thankfully but you keep coming back to the fact that they’ve done a threesome together.

You keep asking them how it was. Good.

Had they done stuff together or just to her at the same time?

Together and to her at the same time. (You tried to ignore the ache between your legs when they’d mentioned they’d touched each other and not just her).

And many, many questions about her and what she was like and what she was good at.

They’d kept their answers brief but from what you could decipher she was amazing. Some of the things and positions they’d mentioned seemed impossible. The fact that they had fucked her throat and practically bent her in half and both fucked her at the same time one in each hole? It seemed crazy to you.

Every time you asked a new question you felt worse and worse about yourself but you couldn’t stop. You both needed to know everything and needed them to never talk about it again.

Thankfully, you thought it seemed as though they hadn’t picked up on how awful you felt by the end of the night.

But Eddie had, we’ll sort of. He knew you better than anyone and could tell you were feeling a bit insecure but mainly took your interest as being curious about the technicalities of it all. Which was also true, you couldn’t imagine much about sex with one person, let alone two.

This gave him a wicked idea…

*****

The next day you get home from work exhausted. All day you’d been messing up everything. You were completely exhausted, distracted and just not yourself, your mind constantly wandering to Steve and Eddie.

You’d tossed and turned all last night after they’d left, the ache between your legs growing unbearable but again, you’d tried and failed to relieve it.

You felt the weirdest mix of jealousy and arousal. You knew Eddie and Steve were hot but you’d tried your best to never think of them like that knowing you couldn’t have them.

But after knowing someone had had both of them together you couldn’t help but think about what they would be like and about all of the times you could’ve had that.

Maybe if you’d been more sexual your late night smoke sessions or the nights when you’d all stumbled home from the bars or from Eddie’s shows could’ve led to more.

But every time you thought about that and let yourself fantasise about them, and their bodies and their lips and how they would feel all over your skin and their hands roaming all over you… you felt guilt.

These were your best friends and you knew that thinking about this stuff would only lead to heartache. You weren’t sexual and you honestly didn’t know if you ever would be, they wouldn’t want you. Especially not now.

Now they were more out of your league than ever.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts of them again you don’t see it on your kitchen counter until you almost squish it with your bag: a tape.

You pick it up to inspect it, almost certain you didn’t leave one here this morning and find a note taped to it.

Seeing as you were so interested.

Sprawled out in Eddie’s handwriting, complete with a winky face.

You gasp and quickly put the tape back on the counter as you realise what’s on it. As if the tape itself was as dirty as the contents were sure to be.

You stare at it for a moment, this is the tape. With video proof of your best friend’s threesome. You shake your head and huff off to your bedroom. Trust Eddie to do something like this.

He was messing with you, there’s no way he’d actually want you to see it! I mean you did see another tape that one other time he showed you and Steve… but that was only to prove he’d done it!!

God, did Steve even know Eddie dropped the tape off? Surely… right? Eddie wouldn’t drop it off if Steve didn’t know.

You weren’t even sure why you cared that he’d given it to you; it wasn't like you were actually going to watch it. It’s not like you’d been fantasising about nothing but the contents of the tape for the last 24 hours…

I mean… if you just watched it at least you wouldn’t have to fantasise about what could be on it anymore right?

God what am I thinking? You scold yourself. There’s no way you’re considering this.

You get changed and start your nightly chores around the house as well as making dinner. But more times than you’d like to admit you find yourself picking up that damn tape to put it back down again.

Eventually you find yourself sitting at the table staring at it, dinner long finished and the house completely spotless. Your leg is bouncing uncontrollably as you bite the skin around your nails, there's no way you’re considering this. But, what’s the worst that could happen?

Fuck it.

They, or at least Eddie, left it here for me. And I’m sure heaps of other people have already watched it so why would it be weird for me to?

You rush to the living room and pop the tape in the player, sitting on the carpet in front of your tv.

You sit nervously as the tape starts, opening with all three of them making out and touching each other on a bed. It was surreal to see Eddie and Steve on your tv and even more surreal to see them like this.

You watch as they all slowly got undressed, your eyes bulged as you see both of their cocks spring free, heat shooting directly to your core.

You watch as the girl sat back and started to touch herself as they both watched, fisting their cocks slowly.

She looked so confident, you thought. So sure of herself and her body. The moans she was making were intense to say the least but it seemed like both of the boys were enjoying it.

You felt that ugly feeling of jealousy rise in your chest once again. Oh how you wished you could be that confident, how you wished they were looking at you like that.

You shook your head and turned off the tape quickly. That was a mistake, you don’t even want Eddie and Steve, why would you care how they were looking at her? You didn’t care.

But the tear that slipped down your cheek betrayed you. You quickly wipe it away, annoyed at yourself.

You decide that you’ve obviously just had a long and stressful day and that it is definitely time for bed.

You shower quickly, doing your best to stop more tears from slipping and to try and get the images of your two best friends out of your head.

You pick out some fresh comfy pjs and slide into bed, hoping sleep will take you quickly.

It doesn’t.

You toss and turn for what feels like hours, you can’t get comfy and you can’t get rid of the damn aching between your legs.

You can’t stop thinking of them… of their bodies. How big they both are. The lustful look on their faces as they watched her in awe. Would they look at you the same if you were her? God, how their muscles tensed as they stroked themselves…

Oh fuck this.

You throw the blankets off yourself, suddenly overheating and plunge your fingers straight into your soaking hole, as you always do.

Your head is filled with nothing but thoughts of Eddie, of Steve, of Eddie and Steve of them, them, them.

You think of their toned bodies, Steve’s slightly tanned and hairy, Eddie’s pale and littered with dark ink, some you didn’t even know he had.

You think of the lust blown looks on their faces and their laboured breaths as they touched themselves. Pretending it’s you they’re looking at like that.

You think of their cocks, so hard and throbbing in their hands. How Steve’s was big and gloriously thick where Eddie’s was thinner but oh so long.

You feel the coil start to tighten in your stomach but just as you think it’s about to snap it disappears. Again.

You groan in frustration as you throw yourself out of bed. Body moving before your brain can keep up.

You find yourself sat in front of the tv again as you start the tape where you’d turned it off just hours before. You lean back on one of your hands as the other snakes between your legs once again. Your legs bent and spread in front of you.

You watch as they move towards her, no longer watching her touch herself. Eddie bends down and buries his head between her legs as she cries out in pleasure. He must be good.

Steve kneels beside her and kisses her while playing with her nipples. You feel another pang of jealousy at watching Steve kiss her like that but your arousal overtakes the feeling as you continue to watch and finger yourself.

You watch intently as they change positions. The girl is now on all fours on the bed as Steve comes to stand in front of her and Eddie behind her kneeling on the bed. The girl starts to suck Steve’s dick, taking it so deep from the start. He lets out a guttural moan which shoots straight to your core, coating you in more slick.

Eddie starts massaging her ass before shoving two fingers inside her. This causes her to slightly gags around Steve’s cock but this only makes Steve moan louder.

You move your fingers faster as Steve’s moans increase, god his sounds fucking filthy.

Eddie then lines himself up with her hole and slowly pushes all the way in till he bottoms out inside her with a deep groan. He sets a brutal pace from the start, letting out even louder moans than Steve.

Of course he’s still loud when he fucks.

You feel more jealousy and more arousal build in a weird mix in your stomach as they continue to fuck her. Both letting out dirty praises and sounds that you wish were directed towards you.

Eddie then snakes his hand around to rub at her clit. You watch in awe as her legs start to shake, you’ve never been able to make your legs do that.

She must cum then as both Steve and Eddie praise her for being such a good girl and Eddie tells her how good she feels squeezing his cock.

Shit, you wanna be their good girl so bad.

They both pull out then as the girl sits back on the bed panting. Much to your surprise Eddie moves over to Steve and captures his lips in a sloppy kiss. The sight alone is enough to get you so close.

Then Steve mumbles something about wanting to have a taste of her too while shooting her a ink, you think he’s about to have a turn at eating her out but instead he drops to his knees.

Eddie looks slightly surprised but quickly recovers and laces his hands in Steve’s golden brown hair.

Steve licks a broad stripe from Eddie’s balls to the tip before taking the red tip in his mouth. He starts to bob his head enthusiastically and Eddie lets out a loud, almost high pitched moan. It sounds different to the other moans, more real.

You don’t miss the look on Eddie’s face as he watches Steve, he looks almost proud and so turned on.

This definitely isn’t the first time Steve’s done this but he still isn’t quite as good as the girl was. He gags a lot more but everytime he does Eddie tips his head back with a groan, so it must feel good.

This sight alone has you moaning out loud, head tipping back and eyes screwing shut as you feel your orgasm finally approaching.

They must change positions again because you hear the girl moaning too, but you’re too close to open your eyes again, too focused.

You hear Eddie and Steve praising again, moaning out that’s it, good girl and look at you, taking us so well. Also some dirtier ones like you like that, you filthy slut and taking both our cocks so well in your dirty fucking holes. You didn’t expect it but you like those ones just as much as the nicer ones.

You finger yourself faster as you pretend it’s you they’re talking to and finally, finally you feel the coil snap in your stomach.

You cum hard around your fingers with a high pitched gasp. Your head swimming with thoughts of Eddie and Steve.

You see stars as you have easily the most intense one you’ve ever had, granted, that wasn’t too hard.

Your orgasm lasts for what feels like hours but finally you start to come down from your high, head feeling dizzy and cloudy. Fingers falling from your abused hole.

You finally open your eyes and take note of what’s happening on the screen. You’re shocked to find a close up of Eddie and Steve’s cocks fucking both her pussy and asshole.

This snaps you out of your post-orgasm haze and you quickly jump up and turn the tape off at the sight. All previous grey morals from arousal gone.

You slump back on the ground and rub your face as you realise what you’ve just done. You feel ashamed but also don’t? You stand on shaky legs, making your way back to your bed.

You slump down, suddenly exhausted. Tonight has been weird and has revealed some weird emotions you’re still not sure of. There’s one thought and feeling in particular that won't leave your mind though:

You really want to fuck your best friends.

____________________________________________________ Tagging some mutuals that may be interested: @andvys @pxrxcxa @wroteclassicaly @eddiemunsonfuxks @usedtobecooler @corrodedhawkins @prettyboyeddiemunson

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momobani · 9 months

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&TEAM when you cry while watching movies

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a/n: i'm one of those people that gets invested in films and dramas, so here's a little something

K - isn’t sure he heard the sniffle right the first time, but definitely did the second. When he notices he gets a little concerned because it was just a movie. Teases you gently, trying to make you laugh but still wipes your tears with a light thumb and finds you adorable of course.

Fuma - instantly heartbroken, just complete sadness in his eyes. His baby? Crying? Who hurt you? He was going to make it go away if he could. Hugs you tightly to his chest and kisses your hair, rubbing your back, trying to calm you down.

Nicholas - really surprised and can’t believe his eyes. You hadn’t really cried in front of him before so it’s a bit of a shock and he freezes for a sec before pulling you closer and giving you a hug so you can just cry on his shoulder and let it out for a bit. Gets teary eyed and wants to cry too when he feels your body shaking </3

EJ - is super sweet about it and adapts to the situation quickly. In a split second, there are tissues, some water and a fuzzy blanket he can just wrap you up in and then hug you. Asks if there’s anything else he can do for you or if you wanna stop watching the movie and see something else.

Yuma - would be confused at first but then he’d try to calm you down and stop crying - gets you snacks to distract you. Probably would fail and then he might start to feel like crying too but stoically try and keep it together for your sake.

Jo - panicked, there’s fear in his eyes, deer in the headlights type of panic. Doesn’t know what to do, poor thing, so he gently (awkwardly) strokes your head/hair and tries to be supportive and patient, giving you some space to process. Hugs you if you want him to but mostly lets you do your thing.

Harua - also a little freaked out but he tries to think of a way to distract you and cheer you up; ends up doing his (questionable) cat meowing impression and you end up laughing so hard while you’re still crying, but at least it’s happy tears now so he feels like he did a good job.

Taki - might laugh a tiny bit but not in a mean way! He just finds you so cute and how invested you are in the movie. If you keep crying, he might start crying with you tbh. Definitely hugs you as an emotional support pillow and lets you pinch his cheeks to feel better <3.

Maki - would start crying with you if he wasn’t already crying tbh. He’s an emotional baby omg and the two of you just cling together crying while the movie keeps playing, hands full of tissues and even though you’re crying, it’s a very cathartic experience - definitely makes you closer and relieves stress.

thanks for reading <3

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CAUGHT (SIMON "GHOST" RILEY x F! READER)

Wordcount: 3.3k Warnings: Smut, language, inappropriate relationship with your superior, pet names, f! gendered reader, slight hypoxyphilia, p in v, unprotected sx, cream pie, fingering, probably more so sorry if i forgot some. A/N: I really wanted to write a lil enemies to lovers Ghost x Reader so enjoy. Also this is not really proofread just pure horny on main. Enjoy! Tag list: @tomhollandisabae, @confuseddipshit,

You were never one for teams, you preferred to be alone. It was easier that way. Nobody to fuck up the mission. Maybe it stems from the fact that your parents died and left you at the tender age of 3 to the mercy of the Mob. They died before they could pay their dues, or maybe died because of it, and you were the payment. It didn’t matter to you any way. The Mob became your family. From the day they died up until your faction of the Mob was taken down you were trained to be the best assassin. Your tiny frame and pretty face made it all the more easier, nobody suspected the Mob to send a little girl to collect. As you grew up and began to really hone your craft, luring men in and ending their life before they even knew what happened. This is how you earned your nickname, Mantis.

“Mantis, sit rep” the gravely voice of your Captain comes through the earpiece and snaps you out of your thoughts. You roll your eyes, “I’m alive”, back pressed against the wall of some shitty club, eyes scanning the smokey room for your target. After the raid on the Mob, it was either a life in prison or a life of service to Task Force 141 and you were too pretty for prison. You surmise they were impressed by the sheer number of men you’d taken down in your short life. At 21 you were the youngest on the team, but far from the least experience.

“Don’t think he’s showing Cap” you muse while sipping on your drink, some shitty mocktail because they team refused to let you drink on the job. Little did they know you did some of your best work while tipsy, words flowed easier from your lips while the warmth of alcohol flows through you. But for the sake of playing nice you promised you wouldn’t drink on recon missions, but only recon. “You’re right. Rendezvous at the safe house in 30” Price sighs.

Your team really isn’t so bad, it’s not your family but they’ll do. They were wary of you when you were first brought to base, but they all warmed up quickly; you still haven’t gotten completely comfortable with them but you fit into the team almost perfectly. Almost. There was one hiccup, your Lieutenant, Ghost. No matter how hard the team tried, neither of you liked each other. Maybe it’s because you came from crime, maybe it’s because you killed weak men. You’ve given up on trying to play nice with him. There have been more than a few screaming matches that have ended with Price and Soap pulling you two into separate rooms. Thank god, you think to yourself, he wasn’t sent out on this mission. You unlock the door to the shitty run down ranch home that was your safe house for this mission and walk through the door and there he is. Ghost.

“What the fuck are you doing here” you spit at him. He’s sitting on the armchair in the living room smoking, mask still covering most of his face. “That’s no way to greet your Lieutenant, Princess” he responds. There’s that god awful nickname. He’s taken to calling you a Princess because “you act like one” he claims. You’d become accustom to nice things in the Mob, so the shock of suddenly being thrust into the military was quite the change for you. “Oh fuck off Simon” his name coming off your tongue with nothing but hatred. This man has made your transition nothing but hell, having you run extra laps, do more pushups and spend hours on the range perfecting your shot. Nothing was ever good enough for him. “Where is Price?” you snap, noticing his bag is gone from house. “Had another mission to go on, so they sent me” his voice laced with resent. He didn’t want to be there, at least you had that in common. “I could do this on my own, go home” you say, tossing your expensive coat on the couch near him and unclipping your hair from its updo. Kicking your heels in his direction, “did you at least bring me something to eat?” You ask pointedly. He grunts and motions to the kitchen where some takeout waits for you.

After you devour the cheap greasy takeout that Simon had grabbed, you walk back out of the kitchen and saunter past him. “Going to bed, you get the couch LT” you smirk. He nods, more interested in whatever rerun is playing from the TV than you. You roll your eyes, and turn around to go down the hall when a thought enters your mind. A wry smile creeps up on your face as you reach for the zipper on the back of the dress you’re wearing. You make sure the sound of the zipper unzipping is loud enough for him to hear it and let the dress drop to the floor. If he was going to make this mission hell, you’d do the same thing. “Night Simon” you sing, as you turn your head back in his direction hoping to catch a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. But when you look back there isn’t an ounce of shock on his face, it’s something…darker. The look he gives you when he watches you run another lap or do 20 more pushups. His eyes black as night, not moving from yours. A huff of annoyance escapes you as you stride to the bedroom.

The next day you keep yourself cooped up in the bedroom until it’s mission start. The thought of being in the same room as Ghost makes your skin crawl. Why did he look at you like that, you muse as you apply makeup. Anger bubbles inside of you, he should be grateful. Spewing compliments at the meer glance he got at your body. But no, he just looked at you with the same superiority he always does. You slam the bottle of cheap perfume down on the counter and get dressed. A silent prayer that your target shows up today so you can get back to base and not spend another night with him.

“I’m going” you yell across the house as you put in your earpiece. Not waiting for a response, you grab your coat and slip into your heels, slamming the door on your way out. The cool air helps clear your mind, quell your anger. You were so having real liquor tonight. The walk to the club isn’t terribly far and before you realize it you’re at the door slipping past the line. As you walk into the club you leave your coat with the bouncer, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek. Works every time. You saunter to the bar and order yourself a vodka Redbull, if you had to be here all night you were going to need something to keep you up.

“I thought we agreed no drinking” ghost growls through the earpiece. “We- didn’t agree to shit” you mutter in response and grab your drink before the man next to you could offer to buy you a drink. Another night of sulking in the back, shooing off drunken suiters all while searching for your target. It’s simple enough of a mission, locate the target, get him alone and drug him to take him back to the safe house to get information. You’d been here almost a week now waiting on him to show up and you’re beginning to believe the intel is bogus.

You’re well into your 3rd drink when your target finally walks in. “He’s here” you breathe, almost not believing that he actually showed. Vladlen Adrik, 2nd in command of a Russian terrorist group. He’s a lot bigger than you thought, well over 6ft and 300lbs, with a bushy beard and beady eyes. "Game time Mantis, show me why the chose to spare you" Simon challenges you. Again, you roll your eyes at his comment. Taking a deep breath, you wander through the throngs of people dancing and spilling drinks on the dance floor towards VIP where Vladlen disappeared to. This is the only part of the plan that may go wrong, if Vladlen doesn't acknowledge your presence than you'll never get passed the bouncers of VIP. As you get close to the VIP area the bouncer puts out his arm to stop you, "This is off limits miss" he barks. "Awhh, but why" you whine, looking up at him with doe eyes. You say it rather loudly, hoping that Adrik heard you, and he does. "Alexsei" you hear him growl, "let the lady through". Alexsei lifts his hands up to chest and lets you through. Game on. "Thank youuuuu mister?" you lay on the thick accent of liquor to make it seem like you're a lot drunker than you are. "Vlad" he responds, lust dripping from his voice. Putting your hand on his chest "Well Vlad, looks like I owe you" you purr. He flinches slightly at your touch, "hmm I guess you do". "How ever can I repay you" you look up at him through your eyelashes. "I can think of a few ways" he says, pulling you into his lap. You let out a giggle as you thud against his thigh. You recognize most of the faces at the table as more members of the terrorist group, but none of them are paying you any mind. You lean into Vlad and snake your hands down to his very obvious erection, "oh?" you mewl in his ear. He suppresses a grunt of pleasure at your light touch. "Alexsei, get us a room would you" his shouts over you, and the minute he flicks his eyes off you and up to the bouncer you flick the drug into his drink. Men are so easy. Alexsei nods and goes to get the keys to a private room. Vlad takes a big swig of his drink and returns his gaze back to you and the little red dress you're wearing. Raising an eyebrow he asks, "is that alright with you kitten?". A giggle and a smile is all he needs to pull you up and walk you to the private room.

Everything is going exactly to plan as Vlad leads you to the very last private room in the hallway, which is right next to the emergency exit Ghost will be using to get in and help haul this giant of a man out. As Vlad goes to open the door he drops the keys, the drug working a little faster than intended. You bend over to pick them up for him and Vlad grabs your ass which makes you squeak in surprise. Grabbing the keys and regaining your composure you unlock the door for him and lead him into the room. He stumbles in and with one swift movement you shove him onto the bed. Soft snores escape his mouth and you know the hardest part of this mission is over. "Tango down" you murmur into the earpiece. Not a minute later your skull masked Lieutenant comes through the door. "Great job, kitten" he remarks. Rolling your eyes you walk over to Vlads unconscious body, "are you going to help me?" Ghost walks to the bed, a small chuckle escaping from behind his mask. "You really should stop rolling your eyes at people" he grunts lifting Vlad on his own. This is the closest you've ever been to Simon, he smells like cigarettes and sandalwood. The heat radiating from his body surprises you, you expected him to be just as cold as his heart. "Or what L.T?" you challenge. "One day you may get punished" he whispers, that same look in his eyes from last night.

Getting Vlad's body back to the safe house proves to be a little bit more difficult than expected and takes the better part of an hour to move him. Once you're both safely behind the doors of the house you finally take a breath, the mission went off without a hitch. Ghost grabs a chair from the kitchen and ties Vlad's hands behind his back and to the chair. Swiftly, he moves down to the ground and ties the mans feet to the chair. "I'm going to take a shower" you yell across the house, watching Ghost closely while he is on comms with base calling for evac. "Evac will be here in 3 hours, don't use all the hot water Princess" he yells back. You stop dead in your tracks, that damn nick name getting under your skin yet again. Turning to look at him directly, you reach behind you and unzip your dress again, letting it fall to your ankles before you step out of it and you roll your eyes before you turn back to go down the hallway to the bathroom.

Ghost's speed surprises you as you're not even 3 steps down the hall before he has caught up to you and shoved you against the wall. Your breath catches in your throat at the feeling of his hands on your neck and waist. It feels like your body is on fire, an inferno spreading through your skin and deep into your bones. "I told you to stop rolling your eyes at me" he growls into your ear. No one, certainly not a man has ever had the audacity to touch you like this and it turns your head into a foggy wasteland. You've lost all power in this situation and you know it, your heart beating so hard it might just come out of your ribcage. Suddenly you become acutely aware that you're in nothing but a bra and panties with your superior office pushing you up against a wall.

Your eyes dart up to meet his, dark and dangerous like the ocean. His breathing is heavy, like he's trying hold in some caged beast. "I told you, you would be punished" he whispers lustfully in your ear. "Bathroom, now" he commands, releasing you from his iron clad grip and spinning you towards the bathroom with a harsh smack on your ass that makes you gasp. Brain too foggy to disobey you head shakily to the bathroom, mind spinning on what's about to happen. You open the door and mindlessly turn on the shower. In moments Ghost is at the door in his too tight t-shirt and cargo pants, shedding his tactile gear in the hallway behind him. His eyes are watching your face as he slides off the mask.

The mask drops to the floor and you drink in the sight before you. Simon has never taken off his mask near you, he'd done so for the rest of 141 but never for you. He's absolutely stunning, dark ocean eyes, with a strong jawline and perfect cut brown hair. You drink in the sight of him like a man lost in the desert finding an oasis. This image of him forever seared into your mind. Before you have the chance to say something he rips off his shirt and charges towards you planting a heavy kiss on your lips. It's full of lust and just a bit of whiskey. Bourbon you note. He swiftly removes your bra clasp with one hand, the other is down massaging you through the thin lace panties. A moan escapes your mouth before you can stop it. This man has made the past few months of your life an absolute living hell and yet here he is, about to give you all the pleasure in the world.

His calloused hands immediately find your clit like he had a map of your body. You gasp as he rips your panties clean in half and begins to rub between your soaking folds. His other hand finds his belt and rips it off, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. You allow yourself a peak down at him and the sheer size of his cock causes you to lose your breath. There is no way that is going to fit. "Don't worry Princess, it'll fit" he chuckles as if reading your mind. He shoves you into the shower and up against the cool tile. The combination of the hot water and his burning touch isn't cooled by the feeling of the shower tile on your back, your whole body is on fire. You close your eyes trying to control the temperature of your body.

Suddenly you feel two fingers inside of your cunt causing you to suck in the steamy shower air. "Fuck" you hiss, the size of his two fingers alone makes you feel full. "You're absolutely soaked Princess" he muses, a smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. Your eyes fly open to and you're about to tell him to take this Princess shit and shove it up his ass when he slides a third finger in, causing every coherent thought to fly out of your head. Your thoughts are consumed with him and only him. "So beautiful" he mutters between heavy breaths.

"Ready Princess?" he asks, flipping you so your face up against the tile. Your brain still a muddy mess all you can do is wiggle your ass towards him in response, which makes him chuckle. "Such a needy girl" he muses. He slides his cock in-between your folds, teasing you as you grind yourself back further into him. He grabs onto the back of your neck to halt your movements as he slowly slides himself into you, "Good girl" he whispers into your ear. He's not even halfway in and you feel so full that you're going to burst. "Shit Simon" you moan, and that does something to him. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth full of lust and not hatred snaps every ounce of self control he has and he thrusts himself all the way into you. You slam your hand against the wall and let out a yelp.

He fucks you slow, methodical, like he's made a plan in his head and has to stick to it. It doesn't take much for the coil in your stomach to begin to tighten, and he can feel it in the fluttering of your walls. "Touch yourself for me Princess" he commands, voice breathless from the feel of you around him. At this point you're too cock dumb to disobey anything he says and you want to cum so badly that your hand darts down and begins slow circles on your clit in time with his thrusts. Seconds later the white hot coil snaps and you cum all over him as he fucks you through your orgasm whispering about how pretty you look taking his cock like this. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this" he growls into your ear.

Once he knows you've cum, his pace picks up. It becomes relentless, harsh almost painful but God does it feel amazing. You've never been fucked like this, never actually cum from being fucked and its got you so stupid. The hand around your neck tightens slightly and you begin to see stars as another orgasm creeps upon you. "Fuck Princess, you're so tight" he moans, and that's it takes for the coil to wind and snap. "Fuck Simon ohmygod" you scream, the pleasure completely blinding you. You hear what sounds like a growl come from his mouth as you feel him cum inside you, cock twitching as it spews his thick seed deep inside your womb. His head rests on your shoulder and you hear the sound of him panting. He flips you back around facing him, he wants to see that cock dumb look on your face. He smiles and kisses you, tongue slipping between your teeth and dancing around the cave of your mouth. He bites your bottom lip with one final harsh kiss and looks you in your eyes and says

"Fuckin' hell Princess, what hav' you done to me?"

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DOOM round 1 part 2

Rotten reflections summary : when strange movement in a pharmacy catch's Casey's eye one night, no one could have known the stress, panic and confusion the next few months would bring a turtle not in their right mind ends up in an unknown place with even more unknown threats lurking around every corner, with a hurt little one there's nothing he can do but what his mind screams.

When the world crumbles summary : Two months after the death of their master and the defeat of the Super Shredder, the 2012 turtles get news of another Kraang Invasion. So the turtles make a plan to storm Dimension X and take Kraang Prine down once and for all. However instead of ending up in Dimension X, the turtles end up in a much more neon, colorful dimension with no way to get back home and a full scale invasion on the horizon. Luckily they soon meet their much more colorful counterparts, who will help then get back home. Hopefully.

Atomic pets summary : after the events in the first episode mikey discovers a tiny reptile near the explosion, feeling bad and not wanting to leave it behind he decides to keep it, not realizing it was one of Draxum’s latest experiments. Hijinks ensue with the tiny reptile slow becoming not so tiny and harder to hide from his family, Mikey must learn to keep his atomic breathing giant reptile pet a secret from the rest of his family before they find out.

Not turtles forever 2 or is it summary : Taking place after the events in Turtles Forever and the Rise Movie, 03 Donatello wanted to make another Universal Transporter in order to discover different turtleverses, but something glitched with the machine, and the turtles from Universe 2018 ended up being thrown into Universe 2003 like a bunch of turtle rag dolls! All the turtles are a bit taken aback by their counterparts. The 03 turtles can't believe how strong and powerful the 2018 turtles are, and the 2018 Turtles are shocked at how distant the 03 turtles are from one another. After quite a few emotional talks, a battle or 2, and a plan to get 03 Usagi and Leonardo together, all the turtles soon start to rely on one another, and become about as close as one big mutated family could be! Only problem is, while attempting to get their turtles back, the Hamato clan in Universe 2018 might have ended up doing more harm then good while trying to locate Leo using his broken Odachi.

Lair meshing summary : After Draxum accidentally messes around with some of Splinter’s mystic artifacts, he accidentally merges the Rise Turtles’ reality with the 2012 reality. Now the two families are struggling to get along with versions of themself who understand them better than anyone else does. Leo causes problems on purpose, Donnie commits crimes, Michelangelo learns to cook and Mikey just wants his family to start getting along

Many names of hamato Leonardo summary : Leonardo believed that he was walking to his death when he tossed Casey into that portal. But someone else had something to say about that. A dimension away, a young Donatello wanders out of the lair when he should be taking a nap with his brothers. Never in a million years could he imagine exactly what his little adventure would lead him to. Or, future Rise Leo ends up in the 2003 universe, with no memory of arriving and no way home.

Once a hamato always a hamato summary : Leo gets trapped in the prison dimension only to get sent to the undertale multiverse a little while later. Leo gets changed into Error, the forced god of destruction. Years later he finds a way home! Now he has to get reacquainted with his family while as figuring out how to get his new friends to his world... And, figure out if the reason he was able to in the first place was due to some nefarious plot...

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#the polls #rotten reflections propaganda #when the world crumbles propaganda #atomic pets propaganda #forever meshing 2 propaganda #not turtles forever 2 or is it propaganda #lair meshing propaganda #many names of hamato leonardo propaganda #once a hamato always a hamato propaganda #tmnt crossover polls #ice dancing battle

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aww, why didn't Quincey's VA introduce the gunshot :( I hoped to hear him sound slightly smug. then again this way it isn't spoiled for anyone new

the way Jack says "one's own wonderful experiences" almost like he's rolling his eyes. Not really, he's not being sarcastic so much as using the sense of 'wonderful' that means 'out of the ordinary' but still he has a fun tone here

Jack's surprise at Jonathan not looking like Rambo or whatever is always funny

Ooooh, they've rearranged things again I see!

Jonathan spends so much time on trains lately. Mina must be so jealous.

hehehehehe the way he describes "the... opportunities of acquiring an abnormal thirst" is so funny

"consequent thirst" I love it every time.

hehehehe Jonathan saying "if he knew what I knew he would, I think, have raised his terms" this man has jokes today!

I love Jonathan and Mina working together and getting everything organized. I just KNOW they are such a good team, in such perfect sync.

oh MAN I wouldn't have predicted that tiny whispered "Stop. That way madness lies..." but I love it

Jonathan immediately pointing out Dracula barometer Renfield. I WISH we could see them interact so badly

speaking of Renfield, I wonder if him happily wanting to leave is because he knows there is another vampire out there now and is hoping Lucy will turn him into one?

"to have a strait-waistcoat ready in case of need." ughhh seward

the little rustly paper noises after Jonathan's (tiny) entry

Mina gushing about Jonathan with such a smile in her voice. She is so proud of him and loves him so much. I also do love that she was so worried about him leaving even after he seemed stronger. She's happy he is recovering so well but wouldn't have held it against him at all if he didn't

"I feel myself quite wild with excitement!" The delivery of this line is SO CUTE and also makes me so mad that van Helsing is gonna tell everyone to exclude her. she's ready for a vampire hunt! let her go on a vampire hunt!

the way she speaks of pity for the Count is very perfunctory here. as to be expected, but... well, I'll save that

"It was - to me - a-a painful. meeting" auuuugh

HEHEHE "blowin' my trumpet!" was so fun

Arthurrrrrrr, I love how he gets to cry but also it makes me sad to listen to him cry :( I personally feel like he wasn't quite openly sobbing as much until Mina spoke to him but mileage varies I suppose

ohhhh the hesitation before Mina says "now she is - gone..."

Mina and Arthur skipping straight to cuddles and adopting one another <3

and yet despite him being so open about expressing his emotions he couldn't speak of them. It makes me so sad, and is not at all the sort of thing I want him and Lucy to have had in common

"the sunshine of your life" reminds me of what Mina wished for Lucy to have and I'm so sad about it

I'm not a fan of all this 'no one but a woman can comfort a man' but I love how Mina and the suitors all connect so quickly and comfort one another almost immediately. especially to them she is just a stranger at first but the shared love for lucy unites them

Quincey's declaration after Mina kisses him is delivered so well

Jack why are you suddenly calling them "Godalming and Morris"?? Are you feeling self-conscious about everyone reading your diary (and its many exclamations over their manhood)? usually you full name Quincey Morris and just say Arthur or Art

"Oh, very well," Renfield sounds so deliberately casual. "Juuust wait a minute till I tidy up the place." ahahaha I love this moment

Renfield: *sits quietly* Seward: looks like he's thinking of murder!!! (granted the attack on himself gives him more reason but this isn't the first time)

I LOVE the delivery of all Renfield's lines so much. His voice is SO GOOD akldjflsdf I can't be coherent about it

Renfield dragging Seward so badly here.

ughh, and Seward in turn being so dumb and condescending about being SHOCKED by Renfield talking eruditely and Mina SOMEHOW getting him to do so by... talking kindly to him?!?!?!

Renfield talking in past tense about his beliefs here... once again I wonder to what degree he's being genuine about any of this

Renfield's goodbye to Mina...! I nearly teared up.

van Helsing saying Mina has a man's brain annoys me especially given what he says next but I do find it funny that he immediately clarifies 'a smart man that is'

"the milk that is spilt cries not out afterwards" my favorite line

Mina blushing hehe

Mina specifying when dinner was, again so conscious of time

van Helsing saying that he has "trained" himself to have an open mind is some really interesting characterization if you think about it

I love that almost all of van Helsing's vampire information is shown in Jonathan's journal

the music when vH brings up the possibility of them all becoming vampires

<3 Jonathan and Mina holding hands and sharing a wordless look of understanding <3

~GROUP HANDHOLDING OF FRIENDSHIP AND VAMPIRE SLAYING~

"We have on our side power of-" I interrupt van Helsing: "friendship and document review!"

Ohh I really like the music as van Helsing lists off where the vampire has been

positioning Dracula as a prisoner to his nature is such an interesting description, especially given the thing with keys (I may be writing a meta on this, I was thinking about it the other day)

the music through all this speech is so inspiring.

I love everyone just sitting there awkwardly for a moment after Quincey leaves, then carrying on without mentioning it

OMG THE COWBOY MUSIC AFTER THE GUNSHOT AHAHAHA

art why are you running straight to the window that a bullet has just come through

the muffled "Sorry! I fear I have alarmed you. I shall come in and tell you about it." is sooo funny

I fucking love this scene

but then it's followed by 'leaving Mina out' scene. BOO HISS

Mina I wish you would speak up here. :( She sounds so off-balance and disappointed

Quincey why are you suggesting an evening assault on his home. We just went over the hours when he is weak. For that matter why is everyone else accepting. People, I know you want to prevent other victims but please be smart about it

#dracula daily #re: dracula #jack seward #mina murray #jonathan harker #van helsing #quincey morris #arthur holmwood

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 26: "Invisible String"

"Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

"Damn it," Bucky hisses, rummaging through your files. Most of this stuff he already knows - though he has to admit there's things in here that he's not even sure you know.

He carefully combs through the whole thing:

The beginning of your life was tragic to say the least. It wasn't that fairytale beginning that you once told Bucky you pictured. According to your file, you were left on the doorstep of an unnamed orphanage, all that connected you to your parents was a note that said, 'sorry'.

Apparently that unnamed orphanage was a superstitious one, strange things started happening- small fires, winds blowing cabinets and windows open, sinks overflowing. You were the only correlation to these strange occurrences.

It gets a little hazy after that.

You were bounced from countless orphanages and state-funded homes. Until you fell into the hands of an organization that claimed to help gifted children, except they didn't.

With some pictures included courtesy of Nick Fury and the SHIELD agents present when he found you, Bucky can see firsthand the small room you were kept in. All those stories you told, all your worst experiences- they all took place in this room. Deprived of sunlight. Barely given food. Tormented. Physically and psychologically abused. Not given anything that wasn't vital to your survival- including any type of education. There’s a picture of the tiny blanket you slept on your entire life. The lifeless, windowless derelict room. It fills him with indignation for you.

It details your unsuccessful suicide attempt.

They found you almost a year and a half after that.

When they found you, you could speak only about a dozen words. You could recite most of the alphabet. You could not read, you could not write, but according to Nick Fury, you were incredibly intelligent and eager to learn about the world.

It details your time with Sam. You two lived together off the compound in housing meant for SHIELD agents. Sam's many reports of you read like a big brother talking about his little sister growing up.

In the beginning, Sam was certain that eventually you'd have some epic meltdown- some realization that you needed revenge or vindication, but it never came. He writes about how you constantly find the good in the world. You found things to be exciting, all while trying to mask the trauma of what you went through.

He writes random notes and stories about that time in your life, like when you successfully cooked a meal alone for the first time.

When you learned that you don't have to hoard food in your room.

When you wrote out the alphabet for the first time.

When you read your first chapter book.

The first time you rode the subway alone.

Or bought groceries by yourself.

All your milestones, all your victories, they're all there.

He reads the report Sam wrote right before introducing the two of you. Bucky never really understood why him, out of everyone else here, why introduce you to the most jaded, negative member of the team. Sam wrote that he feels that the two of you could make a good team, you'd balance each other out.

Two sides of the same coin.

One pessimist, one optimist, both equally traumatized and haunted, both trying to atone for things out of their control. Sam wrote that Bucky is a reluctant partner, but you two show potential.

There's a picture from when you were first found- you're you, but not really. Your hair is darker like Bucky's was from lack of sunlight. Your face isn't round, but sunken in. Your skin is almost translucent, tightly stretched over your cheekbones. But your eyes- your eyes are still the same. The report from the first day is terrifying to Bucky. You're malnourished, dehydrated, scared, but in control of your abilities. Fury is shocked at your lack of basic knowledge and your willingness to learn without getting discouraged.

There's a lot of reports after that. Steve wrote that you're avidly listening to his stories and you're curious about history- that the two of you in tandem are learning about the time and history you two missed. Bruce writes about how intelligent you are, that you breeze through his books recommendations and understand them sometimes even better than he does. Natasha writes that you're an asset on missions, but too willing to pull your punches and unusually kind to people who don't deserve it.

"What are you doing?"

He jolts up and finds Steve and Sam catching him red-handed, hunched over the table with your files splayed out on the table in front of him. "It's not what it looks like," he blurts.

"Oh my God, are those her files? Those are private. How did you even get in here?"

"I can explain," Bucky insists. Steve crosses his arms and waits for Bucky to explain. And Bucky realizes that he can explain, but it all kind of sounds insane. He sounds insane. "I was looking for something."

Steve shakes his head. "You're going to have to give us more than that- you're going through confidential files, Buck."

"It's not as bad as it looks," Bucky swears.

"It looks like you're digging up dirt on your girlfriend," Steve remarks, Sam responding by elbowing him in the ribs at the girlfriend remark.

"She's not-" Bucky starts, but then focuses on the interrogation at hand. "Can't you just trust me?"

"Look, whatever you say will stay in this room, but you've got to give us something. This looks really bad, Bucky."

He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "It doesn't leave this room."

"Alright."

"She doesn't have a birthday."

"What?" Steve asks.

"Oh," Sam nods in understanding.

"She doesn't have a birthday. Not even an idea of when her birthday could be. Apparently she was bounced around so much- files got lost, no information on parents, no hospital records, birth certificates. There's nothing. She doesn't have a clue."

"Okay? And you went through her records because..."

"You're trying to figure it out," Sam answers for Bucky, a smile tugging on Sam's lips.

"Exactly," Bucky sighs. "I was hoping there was something in here- something that I didn't already know, but there's not. There aren't even names of all the orphanages she was in."

"And you tried Google?" Steve asks, leaving Bucky and Sam looking at him in disbelief.

"Of course I tried Google," Bucky scoffs. "Her parents didn't name her, the first orphanage did. But there aren't even exact dates on when she was left at their doorstep."

"So? What's your next step?" Sam urges.

"This was my last hope- I don't know how else to figure it out."

"Alright, alright, let's just take a minute to think about this. We can figure this out."

"We?" Bucky questions.

"Well of course I'm going to help you," Sam smiles. "You in, Steve?"

Steve sighs deeply. "Why not?"

And that's how the three men find themselves combing through any file that pertains to you in the dead of the night.

“Why now?" Sam asks, breaking the comfortable silence. "Not that I’m complaining or anything, just wondering.”

Bucky shrugs. “She’s been having a hard time. I just want- I'm trying to make her feel better.

“How can you tell?” Steve wonders, there was a part of him that knew something had to be up. Finding you in Bucky's bed, spending a lot of time alone, but when you were surrounded by the team, you seemed perfectly fine to him.

“I found her up again last week, it was going to be her third night of not sleeping.”

“Nightmares again?" Sam sighs. "She didn’t tell me.”

“Yeah,” Bucky mutters. “I think she just doesn’t want to worry you. I was just trying to make her smile again.”

Steve and Sam share a knowing look that Bucky doesn't see, both of them having known what Bucky'd only just figured out.

“Wait, Sam, look at this,” Bucky says, before either of them can confront him about his feelings.

Sam pads over to Bucky, his tired eyes still staring at the picture of that small room. “What?”

“Look at that,” Bucky says pointing to the ratty blanket at the corner of the picture.

“It looks like a blanket.”

“She said she only had one her entire life. Remember?”

“Okay?”

Bucky sighs in frustration. “So…it’s probably the same blanket.”

“Bucky…it is like 3 in the morning. I am not a super soldier. Explain faster.”

“So you can see the manufacturer tag- let’s look up the manufacturer, see what orphanages they sourced, from there we-”

“Call them and check their records from 25 years ago?

"Exactly," Bucky nods. "We check any orphanages for any kids that match her description. Then kids whose parents didn't name them and safe-dropped them.”

"I think that might actually work," Sam exhales. "Damn, we're good."

And though it only feels like it's been a few hours, the sun is rising in the window. All three men having spent all night trying to figure out this mystery.

And they'd done it.

After calls and name dropping Captain America and the Avengers, for whom people were more than willing to bend over backwards to pull old files and tell them anything they needed to know.

It was a timid woman that told them that she remembered you as a child, that you weren't more than a couple hours old when they found you at their doorstep in the middle of the day, sitting on their porch in the hot sun. She told Bucky that she remembered them sending you away in spite of her alleged best efforts. He's a little skeptical that this lady isn't just making the whole thing up, but then she quietly tells him about the strange things she remembered happening- how they all stopped once you were gone. And then he's fairly certain that it was actually you.

He couldn't believe it. They'd actually done it.

With a wide, triumphant grin on his face, Bucky purposefully walks through the halls to find you. You're not in his room, which means you'd woken up alone. He hates that, but he shakes off the thought, hoping that this is something that can put a smile on your face.

He finds you in your room. The door was predictably open which meant you'd just finished getting ready to face the day, he sees you standing there staring outside your window.

"I've got something for you," he says, tapping at the doorframe. You look up to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his hands tucked behind his back.

"Ooohhh, a surprise?" you say, a wry smirk on your face.

You wave him inside, closing the door behind you so you can have a quite, uninterrupted moment with Bucky. "Well, it's not for a while, but I doubt Steve could keep it to himself for that long."

"Yeah, he's not that good at keeping secrets, is he?" you chuckle, leaning up against your desk as Bucky stands in front of you.

"Well, he's kept a few for me," Bucky concedes.

"Do I get to know about these secrets?" you coyly ask.

"You are most of the secrets."

"Secrets about me or from me?"

"Do you want to know or do you want to see what I have for you?" he counters, a smirk still firmly planted on his face.

You tap your chin, animatedly staring at the ceiling to show Bucky you're actually considering it. "I think I'll let you keep your secrets- for now."

"Hm," he hums. "Good choice."

"So, what is it?"

"Okay," he exhales nervously. "And don't make a big deal about it- I just, I thought about it and I...it's stupid, really, but I wanted you to know."

"Know what?" He doesn't reply, instead handing you the folded piece of paper that was behind his back. You unfold the paper slowly, cognizant of the way Bucky's watching you. You see a date scrawled on the paper, a date from almost 25 years ago. "What- what is this?"

"Your birthday."

"How did-," you have to stop to give yourself a moment to process, not only the new information that you figured you'd always be without, but the sweetness of the gesture, how much trouble he probably had to go to for this- for you. "How did you figure it out?"

He shrugs. "Just a little detective work. No big deal."

You vehemently shake your head, refuting that this is anything less than a big deal. You exhale, staring at him in disbelief. "You...you did that for me?"

"I'd do just about anything for you," he quietly admits.

You stare at him, completely dumfounded. There are no words that can say just how truly grateful you are for him, for this person being in your life. So you don't say anything, instead pulling him down and pressing your lips to his. He gasps against your mouth, but doesn't hesitate to respond with equal fervor, only pulling away when you both need to breathe.

"Did I- did I do something wrong?" you nervously exhale. "I've never done that before- expect with you."

"No, you're perfect," he softly breathes against your lips, hoping that you'll be the one to snap out of it and take a step back because he knows he can't. "But this is a bad idea."

Now that he's not kissing you, the responsible, sensible side of him realizes that this isn't a good idea. That there are a million and one reasons this shouldn't be happening right now. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't bring himself to step away.

"One of our worst," you agree, matching Bucky's breathy tone.

"Your heart is racing," he comments, hearing the rapid thumping of your heart.

You rest your hand on his chest, feeling his equally rapid pulse beat under your hand. "So's yours."

"We shouldn't be doing this," he tries again.

"No, we shouldn't," you agree once more. "Is it bad that I want to anyway?"

Neither of you make a move to walk away, not even to take a single step back. And he really likes the way 'we' sounds coming out of your mouth, so in spite of those million and one reasons, he says, "Fuck it."

You don't have a chance to respond before Bucky's hands cup your face and bring your lips to his. He lifts you up, sitting you down on your mostly empty desk. You softly gasp as he lifts you, but neither of you let up, so consumed with the moment.

Until he hears the knock on the door.

He pulls away, both of you panting, just hoping and praying that the knocking stops and whoever it is leaves. You hear the knocking again. Bucky groans in irritation, figuring that it's Steve because his friend's timing is worse than anyone else in the Compound- except himself, of course. "I swear to God, Steve-"

You slide off the desk and smooth down the skirt of your dress as Bucky flings the door open to find Sam, of all people, standing there. "Sam," he practically chokes.

Sam stands there, a strange, knowing look on his otherwise neutral expression. His eyes flicker to you, but neither of you say anything under his intense gaze. There's nothing that looks particularly off about this, but Sam knows better.

It's all off. Your door closed, Bucky standing there looking a little too shell-shocked, you picking at your fingers as you wait for him to say something. A wry smirk on his face, Sam simply says, "What are you guys up to?"

"Nothing," you say way too quickly.

"Bucky didn't tell you about what he found?"

"Uh, yeah! He did. He tell- told me," you stammer, your mind fumbling for the right words.

"And..." Sam probes.

"And we were just coming to find you actually."

"Hmm..." Sam nods, taking a long pause before saying, "Okay."

"Okay?" you question, doubtful that Sam actually bought that lie.

"Okay- I believe you," Sam shrugs. You don't question it, you and Bucky simply nod along with Sam. "Well, no time to celebrate, they need us for a mission. So come on."

"Wait. Me too?" you ask in shock, gesturing to yourself.

Sam nods reluctantly, "Everyone else is out on other assignments. So yes, you too."

You nod again, reluctantly following Sam as he walks down the hall with you and Bucky in tow, the two of you occasionally exchanging nervous glances at each other.

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 8 months

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In the OP x RB Crossover were Cody or someone else was with the Revolutionary Army, how does Sabo and his team react to being in Griffin Rock and meeting The Bots and Rescue Team?

I'll just go with some of them, the ones I think I know better lol. Also, after Cody scapes from the Kid Pirates he stays in the Revolutionary Army as he doesn't want to go look for the One Piece, the kid already had gone through a lot with a crew obsessed with looking for that treasure, and the captain wanting to become the Pirate King... (Miko stays because of Angts and in this timeline, Cody fall down from the boat fighting Kid in the middle of a storm... and without Little Griffin)

Monkey D. Dragon: Dragon took good care of Cody, he knew that Cody had come with some horrible experiences from his world, and it was not shock to know how much it had affected him after seeing how ¨ peaceful ¨ Cody's world was. There were no wars, no authorities that hurt the innocent, and everyone was free to live as themselves. Has a lot of respect for Chief Burns, there was little probability to find an authority like Charlie in the Marine. He also thinks that a necessary thing for the Navy is to have Rescue Teams. The Bots were nothing compared to the Admirals... like... just that they were big. Chief of Staff Sabo: When Cody told him about his world and how much he missed his family the man made it a mission to take Cody back to his world, and for what he expected, Griffin Rock is mostly what he wanted in a free world. It was so crazy, Sabo had seen crazy mechanics before, but what scientists like Doc Greene brought to the table where just... not something from his world. Meeting the Bots was also a big surprise, it was not his first time meeting giants but something with the Rescue Bots made them much different and interesting. He asks why the Luskey is still the Mayor, the answer they give him just reminds him that a government is still a government no matter how good they are... Emporio Ivankov: The first thing Ivankov heard Cody tell him was ¨you look so Noble¨ and the fact that Cody was a more friendly version of kid Sabo made Ivankiov like the kid. He also promised Cody that he would punish the ugly Pirate and stupid Marine who hurt him. When he landed in Griffin Rock the first thing he thought he would encounter was people freaking out because of his appearance, but even when people just ask him to wear something else, they all here friendly and respectful to his persona. If he changed genders everyone was surprised at first, but after a quick explanation there was nothing else to know but to continue a ¨normal¨ day. Ivankov also offers the free use of his power if anyone wants it. Bartholomew Kuma: Cody helped save Kuma and thought there was not much they could do, Cody changed that. Koala: Instantly liked Cody and wonders how he survived on an island that HAS A HAND-MADE VOLCANO. Likes to spend time with Dani and taught her some Karate Fisk moves so she could defend herself. She loves the Bots!! They remind her a lot of the Sun Pirate crew, especially Heatwave, not only was he red, but it reminded Koala a lot of her old friend... Hack: He and Koala form a little bond while training and figure out mostly how Cody's family is, but a tiny part of him told him that they would still feel scared of him, so what a surprise! Giant metallic aliens were more interesting than him. Thinks about teaching the citizens some Karate fish combat moves just in case.

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rbelle310 · 1 year

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Chestnuts were a popular snack in the Shiratorizawa dorms. The convenience store a short walk from the school sold them pre-shelled in little foil packets.

Shirabu liked to tip the packet right into his mouth while he studied.

Ushijima tended to pour his chestnuts out onto a plate with a toothpick, the chestnuts were sometimes a little tacky, depending on the brand and he didn't like the sticky feeling on his hands.

Oohira didn't really like chestnuts, they're too starchy for him. And he hated the sometimes sandy texture you got in your mouth after eating too many.

Taichi and Hayato bought loads of pre-shelled chestnuts and stashed them in the VBC lockers... at least until Coach discovered their snack crime and yelled at them. The contraband was now tucked in a bright yellow plastic bag and stashed under Taichi's bed.

Goshiki and Semi were more traditional, preferring the half-shelled ones sold on the street by vendors during festivals. They still had the shell on but were split in the middle with a knife, so they had all the fun of peeling without the pain of having to crack the shell.

And then there was Tendou...

Tendou wouldn't say no to a chestnut if offered, but he'd never buy them for himself. Correction, he'd never buy them pre-packaged, or so the entire STZ dorm discovered one winter morning.

They woke up to a burning smell and the sound of the fire alarm wailing and as they rushed down the stairs, they found Tendou roasting his own damn chestnuts in a wok full of tiny pebbles.

The kitchen was full of hot smoke and blackening sugar.

"Tendou-kun, what the f--"

Tendou paid little attention to the angry mob of students in varying states of sleep and dress. He was too busy managing the heat on the stove.

"Wakatoshi-kun! Help me switch off the alarm!" he hollared as he stirred the wok vigorously with a rasping sound.

Wakatoshi-kun obliged, if only just to stop the alarm from deafening everyone.

And that's how the faculty found them:

A bunch of students huddled around a bowl of freshly roasted chestnuts in a freezing dorm with all the windows open to let the smoke out and Wakatoshi standing on a chair while wrapping a square of cling film around the smoke alarm.

They got in trouble of course. Or rather, Tendou did, and Wakatoshi for enabling him.

It meant extra toilet cleaning shifts and they had to help sweep snow from the pavements all around the school compound. But the rest of the team helped out.

"They were delicious though..." Semi sighed as he leaned on his mop. His fingernails were still black from peeling the slightly scorched shells.

"Right?!" said Tendou, looking up from scrubbing around the drain. "The traditional way is best after all!"

"The smoke adds that extra punch." Wakatoshi nodded thoughtfully.

"I wanna try it with coffee beans next time." Tendou mused.

"Eh? You want to do it again, Tendou-senpai!?" yelped Goshiki, shocked that manual labour wasn't going to be a deterrent to his senpai's shenanigans.

"That's nothing." Hayato laughed, "Our first year, autumn, he started a fire in that sandy patch behind the gardening club while roasting sweet potatoes."

"Those were really good too." mused Semi with a dreamy sigh. "Why did you stop making those?"

"The gardening club threatened to string him up and turn him into a scarecrow." Ushijima supplied helpfully.

Tendou giggled nervously, "Never mess around with people willing to wield pitchforks with great prejudice."

By next winter, the third years were gone and Tendou's mad cooking adventures with them. Nobody ever quite managed replicate them the way he did, though the experiences were fondly remembered.

A few years later, Goshiki wakes up to a loud pounding on his apartment door.

All he can see standing in the corridor is a big brown paper bag before a closely cropped head of red hair pops out from the side.

"Go-shi-ki! Everyone's coming! Let's roast chestnuts!"

"SENPAI?!"

Cold winter air circulates through the open windows and the smell of butter, burnt sugar and coffee mingle with the roasting chestnuts.

"I learned to roast these in Vietnam." Tendou explains to Oohira as he works. "I wanted to see if we can combine both..."

Goshiki weeps, wrapping his smoke alarm with cling film while Ushijima holds the chair steady for him. "But why in my apartment?!"

#haikyū!!#haikyuu #shiratorizawa #tendou satori #ushijima wakatoshi #goshiki tsutomu #food #chestnuts #Tendou's kitchen adventures

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aslitheryprinx · 2 years

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can't stop thinking about how borrowers being real in the starstruck au would change so much of how the boys and Wilbur view the world. 1) the boys wouldn't feel so alone in a world full of giants 2) wilbur would feel glad but also mortified at the though of the lab finding out about borrowers 3) the borrower will be very confused/horrified about these 3 teenagers living with a human + know nothing about their "own" culture

:D that is a FANTASTIC idea... Let's explore this, shall we? (I don't think borrowers are canon in this au, but if they were.... 👀)

The first time they meet a borrower, it's shocking. Almost as shocking as seeing Wilbur for the first time... Though not much can top that. The boys have gotten so used to everything around them being the wrong size, except for each other. They might think for a second that they're going crazy... And then when they realize that there really is another person, other people their size, all three of them get very excited.

Wilbur is relieved. Benchtrio's social life since leaving the simulation has been... not good. They have each other of course, and him, but that's it. Phil, Techno, Niki, Eret... the boys are still too wary to really form connections with any of them. Hell, Tubbo won't even leave his room when there's visitors most times. Borrowers mean that there's someone new for the three to talk to! And then... Wilbur starts to think. Where did these people come from? Have they always been tiny? Are borrowers the result of some experiment? What would the lab do if it got it's hands on these tiny people? Were Tommy Tubbo and Ranboo borrowers caught and put into the simulation? ......There's a lot to think about.

These poor borrowers are so confused. It's already rare for borrowers to find others like them. And now they come across the oddest group of kids they've ever seen. They don't talk like borrowers, they don't act like borrowers... They don't even look like borrowers, not completely. The first few conversations between benchtrio and a group of borrowers were probably very confusing. Benchtrio would have no idea what borrowers were, and the borrowers would have no idea they thought of themselves as humans. Once everything was cleared up, the borrowers would likely be very concerned, especially about Wilbur. They probably wouldn't want to get anywhere near him, but they wouldn't want to just abandon these three kids that clearly needed to be taught how to borrow.

Basically, it's a really fun idea! :D I don't think I want to add borrowers into the au at the moment because I don't know who I would even make borrowers. (maybe dream team? But I don't write them much.) The main characters I write with already have roles, so for now I'll keep the worldbuilding as is XD

Thank you for the fun ask!

#mcyt g/t #aslitheryanswers #starstruck au

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fillycolt · 8 months

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15 mutuals 15 questions

thank you for tagging me @skelkankaos :3 :3 :3

1. Are you named after anyone? ... unfortunately yes. queen elizabeth. my mum's family has been naming their kids that way for like 3 generations and the name aside from that has a lot of importance to me so i kept it

2. When was the last time you cried? i don't know, probably last week?

3. Do you have kids? no but i consider my pets my children (not in the annoying "i know what parenthood is like! i have a dog" thing but bc i love them very very much and i feel strongly like a mum to them etc)

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? not super i think?? i mostly tag along if someone uses sarcasm but i sometimes do myself. i prefer when sarcasm is either obvious in that it's suuuuper clearly exaggerated or when it's just completely nonsensical and probably only funny to me so i dont do it much organically

5. What sports do you play/have played? i never like, got on a team for anything, or did anything outside of gym glass, but i liked badminton. oh and in grade 4 i went to my school district's like cross country running thingy and i got in 101st place. one of the only non seizure/basically toxic shock syndrome related times i've fainted was next year's tryouts when it was too hot with a jacket but too cold without and i ran with a jacket on. oh and um i've played bloodbowl a couple times but also was never in a league but like i was gonna be

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? their fashion probably

7. What’s your eye color? green and orange :3

8. Scary movies or happy endings? of the two i guess scary movies

9. Any special talents? i'm like, really good at controlling my experiences while high. i can write pretty good stories and shit. i can make any outfit work

10. Where were you born? ottawa

11. What are your hobbies? writing, making weird art, making and listening to music, playing video games, collecting my Collections

12. Do you have pets? I DO i love to talk about them. lentug is my beautiful snake daughter, she is a ball python, she is about a year old now but i celebrate my pets' birthdays as the day i got them and it hasnt been that long yet. shes so sweet and loves getting water poured on her and shes SUCH a good eater. then theres gawi, my precious guinea pig daughter who is a sweet little angel baby with me and licks instead of biting and has Big Feelings and Issues and Particularities but she is a bully to the others just a little bit. then dr pepper, who just turned a year old recently also and is a weird little freak of a guinea pig. she's a himalayan rex so she's albino, colorpoint, and has weird curly/frizzy fur and she bites to maim and she's SO fucking tiny even though she was the biggest of the litter and from two of the biggest guinea pig breeds. then there's my new little beasts: bobo, my old lady guinea pig who is all rumpled and so sweet and soft and loves her cuddly houses, and caramel, my even weirder freak naked beast of a guinea pig, whose ears slap when she shakes her head.

13. How tall are you? 5′5 since i was 11 or 12 lol

14. Favorite subject in school? english til high school then nothing bc i hated being there

15. Dream job? if i could publish my books and get like crazy famous without having to jeopardize my odsp til i'm solidly able to keep myself afloat for the indefinite future/at least longer than a few months so i can get back on odsp if needed... and i can use my money to travel across north america to write about weird little towns in different places... and to other places in the world to try all sorts of regional fruits and vegetables and snacks and do youtube videos about them. yeah that's it

tagging @thing2taste @1011100010 @shadowtouched @indicabutch @pranaferox444 @unseelie @rcris123 @xxm0nstrrrk1dxx @groblinboy @agatke @mothernatureslonelyson @wizardkins @07170 @forestsecretshack @solar-satan

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Happy birthday, friend!! I hope you have an awesome day. I'd love to see a fic for Kaz and Yeager (I love their dynamic!) maybe with some hugs, cause I really love hugs

Thanks so much @kanerallels 😍 Of course !! They're my fave !! Here I go...

A Future Ahead

Kaz & Yeager

Based on Team Fireball Story (my fanfic)

Yeager and Bucket just finished restocked any stuffs in Yeager's private office then they heard a knock from the other side.

"Come in." The door opened and Kaz immediately entered as Bucket leaving the office.

"How was your date with Torra ?" He asked.

Kaz sighed "It was great." Which Yeager quickly noticed "What's on your mind ?"

"It's kind, kind of personal thing but I don't think I could hold it anymore."

Yeager took two seats as he had a sit first "Then let's hear it." Then Kaz sat and took breath.

"When we had a date, Torra and I had been talking about our future would be. We talked about having our own kid someday..*sigh* I'm not sure if I could be a good father."

Yeager was shocked "What makes you think that way ?"

Kaz stared at him "Well....my father never really gave me choice or support me what I want to be. He thought he gave me everything I wanted but, it's all about himself."

Yeager put his hand on Kaz's shoulder as Kaz finished "I don't wanna my future own kid has a same experience like mine."

"I think you got some points." Kaz was counfused.

Yeager explained "You've been learning which good you'll take it and which bad you'll leave it. Like you won't let your kid has a same experience like you had so he or she would have a better happier life than yours. That's a sacrifice that every father should do."

Kaz asked "You really think that I'll be a good father ?"

"I believe that you would be one of the greatest fathers in the galaxy in the future. With your kindness, bravery, caring, selflessness...I know you would a great one."

Kaz smiled as Yeager finishing "But you don't need to rush, just take these slowly until you think you're ready for it."

Kaz took breath "Thank you so much, Yeager. I'm really needed one." Yeager nodded as Kaz just thought something.

"You know, if I have my own kid in the future, I'll let he or she know that he or she would have the greatest grandpa that I ever known."

Yeager was surprised as asking "Are you sure about it ?"

Kaz nodded "Yeah, to be honest, you're more supportive than my own father and I think you deserve one."

Yeager was touched as shook his head. He couldn't hold his tears "Yeager, I didn't mean to... "

Kaz's words was cut by Yeager giving him a hug. Kaz didn't except this at all "I'll be honored for it. Thank you Kaz." Kaz smiled as hugging back.

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The End

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diazbates8 · 2 days

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Stars on Mars: Episode 11

Previously, on Stars on Mars: Paul beat Ariel in the vote for Base Commander, Ariel struggled in the mission and eliminated herself, and there are now just six celebrities remaining in the competition to become the “Brightest Star in the Galaxy.”

Only two episodes left. Let’s do this.

“It is sol day 16,” Adam says, over footage of Cat teaching him how to hold a golf club. “You know, I never thought I’d be playing golf with Cat Cora in a space suit. Now that I think about it . . . it is weird.”

Porsha and Marshawn are in the kitchen. Marshawn marvels that Porsha has made an entire life and career out of being on reality TV. “Why?” he asks her.

“Well, let me ask you this,” she says. “You’ve been here under the same surveillance. How’s it been for you?” We get a shot of two cameras that are mounted in the kitchen doorway, swiveling to follow Marshawn’s movements around the room.

“Terrible,” he replies. “I can’t dig in my nose when I want to, you know what I mean?”

Porsha laughs and tells him he has been doing that. And farting, and burping.

Marshawn tells us in a talking head that he likes Porsha - “she’s like my bougie auntie.” Back in the kitchen, Porsha points out the area behind the kitchen sink where the cameraman sits. “When it’s not open like that, they can’t see you,” she tells Marshawn confidently. As she turns back around, the cameraman waves his hand at Marshawn (and us) to show that he can, in fact, see them. Marshawn cracks up.

All six of the crew are cleaning their space helmets and talking about how they’ve nearly made it to the end of the competition. Adam explains in VO that Porsha and Tinashe are his good friends, and they have each other’s backs, but “I came here to be the BRIGHTEST star. I mean, people are in it to win it. And I am people.”

Lady AI reminds the team that today is not only Sol Day 16, it is also Mother’s Day. Porsha is both shocked and sad to realize that it is Mother’s Day and that she won’t be seeing her daughter. “Because this experiment has the competition aspect, I just don’t really want to show weakness,” she tells us, as we get a shot of her in Base Commander quarters, crying. “This has taken true dedication. This is bringing out the fighter in me. Moms just get it done, you know? We go in the closet. We cry it out. We have a breakdown, and honey, you would never know.”

The crew is called into the kitchen for “a special briefing.”

“There are now four sol days left in the experiment,” Lady AI tells them. “There will no longer be Base Commanders. You will all compete in every mission going forward. From now on every mission will help determine who will be the Brightest Star in the Galaxy.” We get a close up of the “Brightest Star” mission patch.

This announcement is met with surprise and some concern from the crew. Cat says that this is great news for her and Paul, since it takes away some of the power of the alliances that had formed. Paul says that he’s going to do everything he can not to lose.

Cat volunteers to read out the day’s duties - it’s show and tell time! Each crew member has been told to bring a personal item that they will leave behind on Mars, like a time capsule.

The group moves to the living room couches and shows each other what they have chosen to represent them in the hab after they depart. “Marshawn, are you going to leave an empty bottle?” Adam asks, gesturing to the glass liquor bottle Marshawn is holding.

“No, I’m leaving a swallow,” Marshawn answers, holding up the bottle to show a tiny bit of amber liquid still inside of it.

Cat is leaving one of her cookbooks. Paul is leaving his dominoes: “A great representation of who I am and what I do with my friends.” Porsha is leaving a framed ultrasound of her daughter. Adam is leaving a photo of him, his husband, and his dog (it’s a cute shot - appears to be the one from their wedding day). Tinashe is leaving some of the art that she painted while she was on Mars. (Did we know she was painting? I feel like this is the first we’ve heard of it.)

Adam gives a talking head about how things are truly getting real - only one person can win. “As a competitive athlete, the goals were so clear cut. Become a National champion. Get to the Olympics. Doing this experiment, I have that same mindset. I want to win! Hello!!”

Later that day, or maybe the next (hard to tell), Porsha is wondering aloud how one becomes the Brightest Star. “Do you just say it?”

The emergency alarms blare. “Here we go, guys!” Adam exclaims. “This is, like, it!”

Shatner appears on the screens and congratulates the crew on making it this far, then introduces this week’s mission. A weak distress signal has been detected and all crew needs to go investigate immediately. The signal is coming from two separate locations, so they will have to split into two teams to complete the task. And, Shatner adds: “This is a rescue mission.” A “knowledge” mission patch is on the line.

Lady AI expands that the distress signals are too weak to get a location lock on, so phase one of the mission will be arranging the satellites to boost the signal.

“I’m not the Base Commander or anything,” Tinashe says, “But I feel like we should split up the teams into, like, type -”

“Me, Marshawn, and Tinashe,” Porsha says immediately. Adam does not appear especially thrilled by this.

“So me, you, Paul, then,” Cat says to him, and he doesn’t have many options other than agreeing.

Cat says she likes this team because Adam is very fast - “he’s an athlete” - and Paul is her “ride or die” (which Lance was like two days ago but whatever).

Tinashe also does not seem thrilled by these arrangements, but like Adam, knows that it’s not worth picking a fight over.

“I would have loved to have been on a team with Porsha and Tinashe,” Adam tells us. “But that’s not how it goes, so I have to remember that the team that I am on right now is going to decide my future.”

As we return from commercials, the two groups are out on their two separate rovers, driving across the Martian(Australian) terrain. Marshawn is behind the wheel for Team A, Cat for Team B. Tinashe says she thinks she has a strong team, but is really nervous. Lady AI informs us that the team who wins the first part of this challenge will be deemed Mission Critical, and the members of the losing team will be at risk of extraction.

Adam gives his friends on Team A a sad wave from his rover.

The group arrives at their satellites and discovers that each one is labeled with the name of a planet. The teams have to rearrange the satellites in the correct planet order - closest to the sun to farthest - and then race back to the starting point, where a light will turn green if they are correct. The first team with a green light wins.

Tinashe asks Marshawn and Porsha if they know the order of the planets, and they say no. She tells us that she learned the order of the planets when she was a kid from a song on Blues Clues. Adam then informs us that he and Tinashe had a conversation about this song earlier in the experiment, and we get flashback footage of the two of them singing it together. Adam says that as soon as he found out what the mission was all he could think was: “I know that she knows it. It’s a race.”

Tinashe says that knowing that Adam knew the order also made her really, really want to win, even though he’s her buddy. “We’re all very competitive here.”

Lady AI counts down from three, and the race is on. Tinashe and Adam become the captains of their teams, directing their other team members where to take each planet. Adam’s team takes an early lead, but it’s extremely close. Team A closes the gap and squeaks ahead for a second, and then both teams place Neptune in its place within seconds of each other. All six people start to sprint back to their light.

Adam reaches the light first, and it turns green. Team B is victorious, and Mission Critical. High fives all around, and we get a cute soundless talking head from Adam as he throws up some victory “v”s for the camera.

Tinashe admits that all three members of her team were surprised: “I think we all thought we had it in the bag.” They do look pretty shell shocked. Marshawn curses. Porsha is pissed. Tinashe tells them that they tried their best.

Lady AI informs Adam, Cat, and Paul that they are the winning team and they can now track the distress signal to its source. They climb back into their rover and take off into the desert. “Let’s go see who this is,” Adam says.

Team A is told that even though their signal is still weak, they still need to go investigate what it might be. “You are the losing team,” Lady AI reminds them, “and one of you is at risk of extraction.”

As they drive, Team B celebrates and tries to guess what they are going to find. From an overhead shot, we can see a lone figure walking slowly toward the rover.

“Oh my god!!!!” Adam explains, as the figure slowly comes into focus. And honestly, that reaction is justified, because it is WILLIAM SHATNER IN THE FLESH!

Shatner - who, by the way, is NINETY TWO YEARS OLD - is standing in the middle of the desert, wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses (no spacesuit required for the OG Captain Kirk, I guess), stoically watching the rover approach. Flies keep landing on his face and he doesn’t lift a finger to shoo them away and honestly I think he earned his salary for this show in this moment alone.

Paul, Cat, and Adam are positively GIDDY. I think that they (like me) had come to the conclusion that they would never actually meet Shatner over the course of this series. “I almost wrecked the rover,” Cat says with a laugh.

“Where’s your helmet??” is the first thing Adam says to Shatner, which is kind of hilarious.

Cat begins to take off her helmet and Shatner says, “DON’T YOU’LL DIE!!” and everyone is laughing except for Shatner who is still one hundred percent committed to this bit and I guess this is why you hire William Shatner. “I crashed landed!” he tells the group. “It was awful.”

Cat tells the camera, sometime later: “I guess he’s been in space so much and he’s so badass that he doesn’t even need a suit on.” Heh.

Adam moves to the back of the rover so that Shatner can ride shotgun and Adam marvels, “Wow, William Shatner is in better shape than me.” Cat is still so excited about this turn of events that she stalls the rover twice before they start moving again.

“This is so fucking wild,” Adam says, as the camera pans back and triumphant music plays.

Back at the hab, the group takes off their space gear and officially introduce themselves to Shatner. Shatner shakes each of their hands, telling Paul that he’s taller than he expected, and Adam that he’s smaller than expected. “And you are just right,” he tells Cat, and okay, this man is a charmer. Also it’s so funny seeing how starstruck these three are.

Shatner gets his first look at the hab and hands out their mission badges. He tells them to be proud of those patches: “If I were you, I’d put them on my forehead.”

“I’m gluing it,” Adam promises.

With that excitement over, we return to Team A, still out in the desert, more than an hour and a half away from the hab. Lady AI informs them that their oxygen supply is depleting. They find the source of their signal, which is an empty escape pod. (I’m sure it’s supposed to be Shatner’s but this group does not yet know who Team B has found on their mission.) “No life forms detected,” Lady AI says. “Rescue unnecessary.”

She goes on to inform them that they do not have enough oxygen to get back to the hab, so they will have to stay the night here at the site of Shatner’s crash. “The supply pod contains all essentials necessary for survival. Use them wisely.”

The trio realizes that they have to inflate a “pod” (aka set up a tent) where they will have to sleep. “If realizing that I had to sleep in a bunk at the hab was bad . . . this was infinitely worse,” Porsha says.

After a bit of trial and error, the group gets the tent up. Eventually they all get inside and turn on their “oxygen” and FINALLY get to take their space helmets off. “The family that gets dirty together stays together,” Marshawn says, as they prepare to hunker down for the night.

Back at the hab, Shatner tells Cat, Paul, and Adam that only one patch remains: the Brightest Star. We get a closeup of it, sitting on the top shelf. Shatner asks them if they all want to win it, and the answer is an enthusiastic yes. Cat has not stopped beaming at Shatner since they got back from their mission.

“Is Cat sucking up to William Shatner?” Adam asks. “Yes. Is she doing it because he’s going to have a huge say in who is the champion of this? Absolutely.”

“It’s a team game here,” Shatner says. “Until . . .”

“Until there’s one winner,” Adam finishes.

Shatner laughs and tells them they are all going to start throwing elbows soon. The group heads to the kitchen and toasts to a successful mission, and you can tell that all three of them are thinking “holy shit I just had a beer with William Shatner.”

“It’s such a pleasure to meet the three of you,” Shatner says. “You’ve done so well, I’m surprised.” (Ha!) Then Shatner says he’s going to bed and saunters off into the Base Commander’s suite.

Back in the middle of the desert, Marshawn, Tinashe, and Porsha get a message. Shatner shows up on video and informs them that there is only enough oxygen in their little pod for two of them. So they have to choose one member of their group to get on the rover and drive through the dark back to the hab. Whoever they choose . . . will be safe from elimination.

Before cutting to commercials, we get a talking head from all three of the stranded crewmembers. Porsha said she didn’t come all this way to lose. Marshawn says he’s trying to prove he’s mission critical. And Tinashe, rightly, says that she was the MVP of her team today: “I was the only person on my team who knew the order of the planets in the solar system. I don’t think they could have done it without me.”

When we return, the group is staring at each other. Marshawn says he’s going to do it, but makes no attempt to move. Porsha asks who can run the fastest, and Marshawn, former NFL running back, says, “Duh.” They laugh. Porsha says that she’s going to go and Marshawn tells her that she’s bluffing. There is some banter about how far the trip is and getting lost and Marshawn eating Porsha’s tacos.

“Seriously though,” Marshawn says. “Whoever leaves is mission critical. Who is it going to be?”

Porsha and Marshawn volley the role back and forth between each other for a bit - you go, no YOU go, no you - while Tinashe looks on silently. Finally Marshawn says, “Tinashe, go do your thing.”

And my girl Tinashe says, “I did know the order of the planets,” and is immediately on her feet and putting her helmet on and I seriously love her for this. No playing games - she knows she was the most mission critical of the three of them and she is not letting this opportunity go by.

“Tinashe, you didn’t have to get packed up that fast!” Porsha says, and both she and Marshawn seem a little stunned that Tinashe did not even blink at taking the rover when it was offered. Tinashe’s out of the tent with barely a goodbye.

In the hab, Adam and Cat are in the kitchen making dinner and Adam says, “I’m starting to think that they aren’t coming back.” Cat agrees and says everything seems really unclear.

“It feels too abrupt,” Adam tells us. “To just lose three of our crew members right now. But . . . they’re not here. And William Shatner’s already gone to bed!”

The emergency sirens blare, and Lady AI informs them that there is crew arriving in the airlock. Paul, Adam, and Cat lineup in front of the airlock doors to greet their teammates - and are surprised when only Tinashe appears.

“I’m back, baby!” she says.

“What happened???” the group asks.

Tinashe looks EXHAUSTED. “It’s a long story,” she tells them. “Let me put my stuff down.”

Adam grabs her helmet from her and walks with her to her locker. “Who did you save?” she asks him.

“William. Shatner,” he replies, still sounding like he’s in disbelief.

We don’t hear all of Adam and Tinashe convo as she takes off her suit, but she does tell him, “I did know all of the planets. Only one. Child of Blues Clues!” They both laugh and give each other a first bump.

The next morning - Sol 17. We return to Porsha and Marshawn in the pod, and Porsha is APPALLED that no one came to get them all night. “I ain’t come this far to lay here and die,” Porsha says.

“Then do something about it,” Marshawn says. Porsha says they should walk. Marshawn says to call an uber. She rolls her eyes and starts packing up.

“Come and face your elimination like a man,” Porsha tells him. “I should have never befriended you. That’s why I’m stuck out here with you!”

They banter and bicker the entire way back to the hab. Porsha’s talking head says that she doesn’t think it’s fair that new people are going to be deciding their fate. “That doesn’t sit well with me at all.”

Inside the hab, the group - plus Shatner - is ready to meet the bottom two crew members and decide which one of them will join them in the top five. Shatner opens up the comms and greets Marshawn and Porsha.

“Wait, is that really William Shatner?!” Porsha asks.

Shatner asks them both to come to the airlock, and we’re treated to a highlight reel for both Marshawn and Porsha as their voiceovers share what they gained from the experience and why they are mission critical. Some of these old clips are wild - like, I totally forgot that Tallulah Willis was on this show.

Both Porsha and Marshawn make their appeals to Shatner plus the crew, in typical Porsha and Marshawn fashions. Shatner asks the four crew members inside for their thoughts. “What is mission critical?”

Tinashe says that to her, mission critical encompasses leadership, trust, and hard work, and that she personally feels like Porsha checks off more of those boxes than Marshawn. Adam agrees, saying that Porsha has contributed more to life in the hab than Marshawn has, and that Porsha has also been very strong on the missions. Two votes for Porsha.

Cat asks for more time to think about it, so Shatner turns to Paul. Paul says that when he thinks about mission critical, he’s thinking about who he would turn to if his life was on the line, and that would be Marshawn.

Back out in the airlock, Porsha tells Marshawn that she wishes that she could hear every word of the discussion going on inside, “so that I can run them down one by one.”

Finally, Cat makes up her mind. “I’m going to strategically set this up for whatever works for me,” she tells the camera. “Because I want to win this.” To Shatner, she says that she is voting for Porsha.

Adam and Tinashe both smile in relief. I find this choice very interesting because if the final winner comes down to a vote, Cat has just let in someone who is part of an alliance with two of her competitors. But if Cat is banking on a physical challenge being part of the end game, then it makes sense to get rid of Marshawn, one of the most physically strong players, before the finale.

Shatner calls Porsha inside. She gives Marshawn a big hug. The group says goodbye to Marshawn and he heads back outside. In his exit interview, he says that he doesn’t know how to be anyone but himself so that’s what he did, and that he had a good time, and now it’s time for him to go.

Inside, Porsha asks Tinashe how they came to their decision. “You deserved it more,” Tinashe says, as the two of them join Adam and they all hug. “You love me!” Porsha laughs.

“The OG Three definitely have a bond,” Tinashe tells us, over footage of her, Adam, and Porsha talking. “We have spent 17 days in this hab together, and I genuinely feel like no one deserves to win this more than we do.”

Cat and Paul are in the kitchen, and Cat tells us that she knows that they are outnumbered by the other group. But, “I’ll do what it takes to get to the finish line.”

Next Week: THE FINALE! Thank god. See you then.

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