#shes trying to subtly be like hey you can tell me the name you actually go by i wont tell anyone miss or mx

[sleepdeprivationitself]

Toph goes to the Jasmine Dragon in Ba Sing Se and meets Zuko as Lee, knows he's lying about his name, but just assumes that he's trans but hasn't come out yet

She keeps dropping hints that she's an ally and not a snitch

#atla #atla zuko #atla toph #trans #shes trying to subtly be like hey you can tell me the name you actually go by i wont tell anyone miss or mx #she had no clue what kind of trans this very (presumably) cis guy is #but shes being supportive #she realizes that Lee from the tea shop is Prince Zuko later when they formally meet but she still thinks hes trans #because she just doesnt question her earlier assumption that hes trans #also because maybe he doesnt consider himself a true prince after leaving #so if he ever calls himself a prince shed detect that he didnt think it was true and assume it was for trans reasons #(even funnier if zuko later does come out as trans)

[rhoorl]

Turbulence | Part 3

Pairing: Frankie x reader (will turn into an OFC)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 Link

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: These two can’t stay away from each other for long.

Warnings: Masturbation (m). Little bit of angst and some fluff.

A/N: I’m so excited by the reaction to part 2! I’ve been stewing over this story for a while so it’s fun to have it out in the open. Previously on my A/N I said that there would be three parts. I’m surprised no one laughed at me for saying that because of course I’m long-winded and can’t wrap up something succinctly. There will be a part 4 before this story gets woven into Delta Landscaping.

As a reminder, I don't have a beta. Also, I made the dividers :)

“Vamos pendejo, they’re gonna make me circle if you don’t get in,” Santiago yelled towards Frankie, motioning for him to get in the car.

“Fuck,” Frankie shook his head to center himself before walking towards the curb. He opened the back door of Santiago’s car and tossed his carry-on and backpack in before settling into the passenger seat. “Sorry, Pope. Thanks for picking me up.”

As Santiago maneuvered his way out of the maze of cars, he quickly glanced over to Frankie. “All good, hermano. You good?”

“Uh y-yea…I’m great, actually.” 

Frankie stared out of the window as Santiago continued to drive, a smirk coming over his face.

“So tell me more about this handsome man,” Mom looked over at me with those eyes. 

She was trying so hard, but I just knew she wanted every detail but I was still trying to process what happened. Shit like this doesn't happen to someone like me. What are the odds of actually meeting my…whatever Frankie is, or could be…on a plane?

“He uh…he was on the plane with me. Sat next to me so we talked.”

“Good flight then?” She waggled her eyebrows, trying, but failing, to suppress a shit-eating grin.

“We hit some turbulence but…I don't know,” I shook my head and looked out the window. “It's like he made it…better…anyway afterward I wanted to say thank you, so I invited him to get a drink.”

“Please tell me Mac was working today,” she chuckled. Over the last year they had become friends. She would stop by to see him whenever she'd fly up to see me. She was subtly trying to play matchmaker between him and my Aunt Lori.

“He was,” I laughed.

“What did he think?”

“He was really amused by it all. I already know he's going to give me so much shit when I fly out Monday.”

“Did you make plans to see him again? What's his name? Where does he live? What does he do? Sorry,” she glanced over at me quickly before returning her gaze to the road. “I needed to get that out, I’m done, I promise.”

“Frankie, his name is Frankie,” I said softly, twirling my phone. “He lives here. I got his number so we'll see…”

“Do you want to see him again?”

I sat and pondered for a moment, collecting my thoughts. My immediate reaction was yes, absolutely. I wanted to hear his laugh, talk with him, hold his hand…he was such a good listener and was so attentive. I wondered if his attentiveness would also extend to the bed-. I suddenly remembered I was in the car with my mother and had to reel it in.

Taking a deep breath, I looked over at her, “Yeah. I really do. But it's jam-packed until I leave Monday.”

“Not necessarily…” she smirked as she stole another glance my way. “Ok, well, obviously tonight is with the rehearsal dinner. And then tomorrow with the wedding, but it's early…you'll be able to sneak away,” she winked.

“Mom!” I giggled. “I can't ditch Carol and Dave's wedding!”

“Oh stop it, yes you can. There's going to be so many people there, it'll be fine,” she smirked.

Frankie played with his phone, bringing it up to his chin. He went back and forth on whether or not to text. Well, texting wasn't really the question. He knew he wanted to text, but was debating what to say.

I can't just text “hey” that seems so…I don't know, casual? It's one step away from “you up?” and that's not the vibe I'm going for. 

He kept an inner monologue going as he listened to the music coming from the speakers of Santiago's car. 

Think of something Frank. What says, “I want to see you again” but doesn't sound desperate?

Because he did want to see her again. More than anything he's wanted in a long time. It's like something ignited within him, something he thought had long been extinguished…the embers starting to crackle a bit.

He could see Santiago out of the corner of his eye, silently observing. They'd already made some small talk about Frankie's trip and how much it pained him to say goodbye to his niece and nephew. It was a fun visit and cathartic in ways he was still processing.

“Know what you're gonna wear tomorrow?” Santiago finally broke the silence.

“Hmm?” Frankie murmured.

“For the party? Will said that it's a Star Wars theme.”

“Oh shit,” Frankie ran a hand down his thigh, “I didn't get a present.”

“Don't worry, hermano! I got gift cards, a set from each of us, and uh ah,” he put his hand up to stop Frankie from talking, “no you don't owe me back. Just…I don't know buy me a beer or something next time we're out,” he glanced over.

“Thanks, man.”

“I knew you had a lot on your mind, so figured I’d take care of it. Wanna guess what I’m going as?”

Frankie turned his head to the side, catching Santiago's smirk. “Lemme guess. You're going as Poe?”

“I already have the costume, can't let that baby go to waste!” Santiago chuckled.

“I’ll wear some Star Wars shirt I have.”

“See, I knew you were going to say that. I have something for you in the backseat.”

Frankie turned to see a plastic bag. Grabbing it, he reached inside and pulled out a gray T-shirt with BB-8 on the front. He furrowed his brow as he inspected the shirt before the realization hit him.

“Seriously?” He snorted. “Poe and BB-8, huh?” He shook his head as Santiago busted out laughing.

Mom and I got to the hotel with enough time for me to get checked in and upstairs to freshen up before the rehearsal dinner. The lobby was already swarming with distant relatives from both sides. 

We'd chosen to stay at the hotel rather than at home for a couple of reasons. One is the convenience factor. Since the wedding was at the aquarium downtown, it just made a lot of sense to already be down here and not have to deal with traffic. Plus, Carol had us getting up at the ass crack of dawn to get ready.

At the time I booked this, I thought springing for the suite would be a fun treat for myself. However, I wasn’t planning on getting a room that was bigger than my apartment. The bathroom looked like it could fit the entire bridal party in it…or at least one other person with broad shoulders...

My mind flashed to Frankie. His eyes, his smile, the way he smelled when I hugged him at the airport. I shook my head, pulling out my phone from my back pocket. 

I wanted to text him…but say what? I can't ask how his day is going. That's a weird thing to ask. Right? I mean, we don't know each other. I need to think of something funny…or witty…ugh.

Thankfully a knock at the door pulled me from my impending spiral. It must be Mom, figuring she'd pop over and sit with me as I got ready. Opening the door, I was pleasantly surprised to see my favorite cousin Ash.

“Hey,” they squealed, coming in for a hug. “Ah, I missed you!”

“Same!” I returned their tight embrace.

“Can I come in? I'm trying to avoid Carol,” they laughed, looking both ways down the hallway before ducking into my room. 

“Of course, come in.” I shook my head laughing. Ash was always a colorful character and was basically a sibling; we were close in age and grew up together.

“I love my sister but she's a little high-strung. Apparently, some of Dave's family is delayed getting in from Virginia. How that's my problem, I don't know,” they laughed. “How are you? How was your flight?”

“Good, really good,” I gave a tight-lipped smile before turning on my heels and walking to the bedroom to grab my toiletry bag.

“Wooow,” Ash whistled. “You're big time now! Big job so you went for the suite, huh?”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Figured I'd treat myself a bit.”

“And I love that for you!” They sat at the end of the bathtub as I laid out my makeup. “So…spill.” I furrowed my brows, looking at Ash in the mirror. “Don't play coy, your mom already told mine about this guy…you met him at the airport?”

“On the plane,” I sighed. “Jesus Christ, please tell me that story isn't spreading.”

“No, no! Seriously, it's not,” Ash reassured you. “I just happened to overhear it. It was said in passing, I swear, nothing more to it. Buuut, I can be useful,” they raised their eyebrows.

Ever since you were younger, Ash had a knack for “research” as it came to be known. It almost became a game…how little information could you give Ash to be able to turn around a dossier on whoever your intended target was. Although Carol's soon-to-be husband was the government agent in the family, you really thought Ash missed their calling as a spy.

“C'mon, JoJo…please, everyone's in a relationship, it's been so long since I've done this,” they pouted. 

I took a deep breath, I couldn't resist that face. Plus, it was always so funny to see how quickly Ash could solve the case. “Ok. His name is Frankie…he's retired military. Delta Force,” Ash started immediately tapping on their phone. “Has a sister in Dallas. A few friends who live here, two of them just bought a house together. They're brothers. The other one lives with him.” I trailed off as I opened my eyes wide to swipe some mascara.

“Santiago?”

“Y-yeah,” I paused looking at Ash in the mirror. “That was the guy who was coming to pick him up. Are you serious? That's like a new record.”

“Well, your boy doesn't really have much of a social presence…but a couple of his friends do.” Ash came up beside me and flicked through a couple of Facebook and Instagram accounts. I made a note of a couple of the names so I could go back and do my own research later.

“Good to know I still got it,” Ash winked, cracking their knuckles. “So, you gonna see him while you're here? Got this biiiig suite all for yourself.”

I rolled my eyes, “seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. C'mon, let me live vicariously through you! Handsome stranger on a flight. Love at first sight. Hot hotel sex…c'mon it's writing itself!” Ash laughed.

“Whoa whoa whoa … who said anything about love at first sight.”

“You haven't stopped smiling since I brought him up,” Ash nudged my arm with their elbow. “You look beautiful, send him a pic! Have you two been texting?”

“I can't just send him a photo out of the blue, what the hell Ash?!” I scoffed. 

“Ok well, a text? Making sure he got home ok? I dunno something…get the ball rolling. This will be fun! C’monnnn.”

The guys decided to spend a quite Friday at home, sitting around and watching a baseball game over some beer and pizza. Benny was tired from his training schedule so he wasn't up for going anywhere.

Frankie’s cell phone felt like it was a brick in his pocket. He wanted to send a text. He really wanted to get a picture of her, something to look at versus relying on the image his mind kept replaying. He went to the kitchen to grab another beer when he felt his phone buzz. His heart skipped a beat before he shook his head. He didn't want to get his hopes up as he fished the phone from his pocket, but then a big grin came across his face once he saw his screen.

Wifey: Did you make it home ok? 

I did. How about you?

Frankie bit his thumb as he saw the text bubbles pop up.

Wifey: I did. Got a suite. It's nicer than my apartment 😆

Nice. Do you have a good view?

She sent a photo of the bay. She was clearly at one of the nice hotels downtown.

Aww I don't get to see you?

Ash squealed and cupped their mouth. 

“Will you stop it? I'm going to get a noise complaint,” I hissed, trying to play it cool even though I was freaking out.

“I'm sorry, but that was fucking smooth. I like him. Ok, you need to send him a picture.”

I struggled with a flattering angle…this is why I never took selfies. But with Ash’s help, I managed to get a decent one that showed off a bit of my rehearsal dinner outfit too.

“Here goes nothing,” I winced as I pressed send.

“Ooo he's typing,” Ash looked over my shoulder.

Frankie ✈️: Beautiful

Frankie ✈️: The view is nice too

Ash brought their hand to their mouth and let out a little scream followed by a happy dance. My face was starting to hurt from smiling so much.

Frankie instantly saved the photo and then studied it, thankful that now he had something to look at.

“Hey Fish, you brewing the beers yourself in here or what,” Benny came into the kitchen, clapping Frankie on the shoulder as he made his way over to the refrigerator. “Oh hey, Monday you wanna come to the gym with us? I could use you,” Benny started shadowboxing.

“Yeah, Benny, I'll be there,” he smiled. His eyes trailed after Benny as he made his way back into the living room.

As much as Frankie didn't want to, he decided to change the name in his contacts in case any of the guys happened to get a peek at his phone.

The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch, well, except for the fact that Dave's sister and her family and his coworker Susan and her family were delayed. They arrived as dessert was served.

But Ash and I were in our own little world, giggling and overanalyzing every text. I found out that tomorrow he was going to a Star Wars-themed kid's party at a roller skating rink. Coincidentally it was the same place Ash had a birthday party when we were younger. 

Frankie returned the favor and later sent a photo of his own. It was a bathroom selfie of him in the T-shirt Santiago had bought him. He looked so handsome; a little bit of hat hair, but the curls by his ears were adorable. He arched an eyebrow and pursed his lips in a silly pose that made me laugh. My eyes traveled down seeing how his shirt stretched across his broad chest, the sleeves sitting perfectly against his biceps. I wanted to feel his arms again. It may have been the wine talking, but my mind started to wander to how it would feel to rest my legs on his shoulders as he…

“Psst,” Ash elbowed me in the side, pulling me out of my reverie.

Carol and Dave were standing at our table, doing their rounds greeting everyone. I stood up and gave them both a hug. A lot of people were intimidated by Dave since he was on the more serious side and didn't talk a lot, but I had a soft spot for him. He always doted over Carol and treated her well and she was so incredibly happy.

Once we got a breakdown of tomorrow's events, complete with an agenda with times, Ash and I decided to head out. Carol didn't want us all staying out too late and getting hammered since we had to get up early. I kissed my mom goodnight and Ash and I headed upstairs.

“I am not looking forward to that wake-up call tomorrow morning. Seriously, who sets up hair and makeup at 6? Do we all need to be there the whole time? It's only going to take like five minutes for me to get ready and put my suit on.”

“Relax, it's just one day,” I smiled. “She wants the pictures and the whole nine yards of everyone in their robes getting ready. Now, did she really have to have 12 people in her bridal party? No, that's a little extra,” I chuckled, “but she's absolutely beaming. She's so happy.”

“You're right, she is happy. After all the shit they've gone through, I'm happy they’re getting this,” Ash said with a soft smile before the attention was redirected to me. “Speaking of happy,” they winked.

I buried my face in my hands as we both giggled. When the elevator reached Ash’s floor, they looked at me with a wicked grin “Try and not stay up too late.”

“Goodnight Ash. I'll see you bright and early!” I said cheerily as the doors closed, not missing Ash flipping me off in the process.

Frankie ✈️: I'm probably gonna head to bed soon. Sleep well.

Seriously, this guy is so cute. But my mind started to wander about him in bed…what does he wear to bed? Does he wear anything? I bit my lip at that thought, remembering how big his hands were and wondering if that meant…

Ding.

The doors opened and I shook my head to compose myself. I needed to respond to him and then get into bed. I hope my vibrator is charged, although I probably won’t need it at this point.

Sweet dreams Frankie. 😘

Frankie scrolled back through their text string, smiling to himself. He then came to her photo again. Remembering how perfectly she fit into his arms when they hugged. How badly he wanted to feel her delicate fingers run through his hair, scratching his scalp. Wondering how her hand would look wrapped around his cock.

He shuffled in bed, laying on his back. His mind remembered how her chest felt pressed up against his. The smell of citrus in her hair. Her plump lower lip and how he just wanted to feel it in between his teeth. He spit into his hand, hissing when he reached down and started to rub up and down his cock. 

He felt a little guilty doing this, but he needed to feel a release. Remembering her laugh and how cute she looked when she was thinking. His mind continued to race as he chased that release, it wasn't too far given how amped up he was. He wondered how she would sound. How she'd taste. How her hips would buck and her back would arch when he did that move which had become his signature over the years. Would she let out a breathy moan or scream his name while grasping a fistful of his hair? 

His mind started to go blank as that feeling came over him. Before long, he felt the ropes of his spend on his stomach as he panted, coming down from the high only to realize he was alone in his bed.

The alarm came far too early and I was already wanting an IV of coffee. Thankfully my vibrator was up to the task last night. I laughed at the thought of getting off to a bathroom selfie of a guy wearing a BB-8 T-shirt. I won't look at that little droid the same anymore.

I rushed to put on some jogging pants, a loose top, and my robe. Thankfully, I had packed up my dress and the rest of my accessories, so I just had to grab and go this morning.

When I arrived at Carol's suite, my mom and aunt were there fussing over the spread of fruit and pastries. I spotted Ash in the corner, sunglasses on and hair all askew.

“Jesus, did you get in a fight with your pillow?” I snorted as I walked up.

“I'm not speaking to anyone until I have been awake for a full hour and have had a cup of coffee.” Ash tried to say in a deadpan tone, but immediately cracked up when they saw my face. “How was your night? Your vibrator work or did you kick it old school and use your hands?”

“Will you shut the fuck up,” I hissed. “Grandma is here,” I cut my eyes over to our grandmother who was asleep in one of the chairs.

Ash rolled her eyes. “Well…”

“Yes, it works. It worked quite well.”

“Ha, I knew it! Now all you need is to get an actual di- hi Carol!” Ash gave a tight smile.

“Hi, hey JoJo. Ash, do you want to go first and get this out of the way or do you want to go last?’

“Let's get this show on the road sis!” They winked and headed over to the hairstylist.

“You look happy. My mom said you met some guy on the flight here,” Carol whispered.

“Jesus, who doesn't know at this point?” I shook my head.

“Honestly? Probably Grandma on account of her being asleep,” she laughed. “But seriously, if you needed to duck out of the reception early I won't say anything,” she winked.

The next couple of hours were a bit of a frenzy as I helped the maid of honor keep track of the seemingly endless game of musical chairs between make-up and hair. Once everyone was dressed it was time to stage the getting ready pictures. I'd been so caught up that I missed a text from Frankie. Ash saw it when they picked up my phone to check the time.

Frankie ✈️: Good morning. Hope it all goes smoothly this morning.

Sorry I missed this! It's been hectic but good. We're almost ready for pictures!

Frankie ✈️: Am I lucky enough to see?

Maybe…

He sent a picture of himself pouting and he looked absolutely adorable with his bed head and scruff. I couldn't help but notice he was still in bed. The blue and white plaid comforter pulled up to his chest, but I could see he wasn't wearing a shirt. I bit my lip wondering if he was wearing anything at all as I took in his bronzed shoulders, noticing a few freckles along his collarbone.

How dare you send me such a scandalous photo this early? 😉

Frankie ✈️: So if it were later it would be ok?

Maybe

Frankie ✈️: Noted 

Frankie ✈️: I've been thinking about that dress of yours.

Oh yeah?

Frankie ✈️: I bet you'll look beautiful in it

Well, I'm about to go get dressed. Maybe I'll send you a photo of the finished product

Frankie ✈️: Just the finished product?

I could feel my cheeks getting warm. Thank goodness I was planning on wearing Spanx underneath my dress because my current pair of underwear was soaked. I thought about rubbing one out quickly in the bathroom as I changed but hearing everyone laughing and carrying on just on the other side of the door killed the mood.

Frankie fidgeted on the couch, sitting up to readjust himself as he waited for Santiago to get ready. He felt like maybe he went a little far, but she seemed to be into it so far so he tried to silence that little voice.

“So, what do you think,” Santiago popped out into the living room, giving Frankie a twirl. 

“Looks the same as it did last Halloween, Pope,” Frankie smirked. “Ready?”

“Yeah, we should head out. Lord only knows Will’s going to be early so we’re already late,” he chuckled.

The guys walked out and got into Frankie’s truck. He checked his phone one more time, before putting it in the cup holder and reversing out of his place.

“So, what does he think?” Ash asked as I came out of the bathroom.

“I haven’t sent a photo yet, I wasn’t going to do it in the bathroom.”

Ash furrowed their brows and gave me a skeptical look, “Oh c’mon live a little. Who hasn’t sent a nude in the bathroom before?”

Before you could chastise your menace of a cousin you hear everyone gasp as Carol walked out. She looked radiant and so happy. Dave had sent up a present for her to open - a simple blue sapphire pendant to match her engagement ring. 

As everyone fawned over the gesture and snapped photos, you grabbed Ash and forced them to take a few photos.

“Ooo this one, your boobs look great in that one,” Ash pointed as you rolled your eyes. “What? They do. Ok, send it please.”

Taking a deep breath, I just attach a photo, hit send, and immediately hand my phone to Ash. “Please, I need you to screen his reaction.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek as we both waited for a response. It was an agonizing couple of minutes and my mind raced to all sorts of possibilities before finally I heard the buzz.

Ash looked down and a big smirk came across their face. “He liked it.”

“Lemme see,” I grabbed my phone, unlocking it to see his message.

 Frankie ✈️: Wow, what a finished product.

Frankie ✈️: You look beautiful. 

“See…I told you,” I heard Ash say, but all I could focus on were those messages. I bit my lip to control busting out in a huge smile.

As we got everyone downstairs and loaded into the limos to head over to the venue, Frankie and I were texting. I was so thankful I decided to pick a dress with pockets. I didn’t want to keep him from his friends and he kept telling me he didn’t want to keep me from my bridal party duties, but here we were - still texting each other. 

I’ll be away for a little bit here soon. Ceremony is going to start.

Frankie ✈️: ok, I guess I can wait 😀 

How much longer are you planning on staying at the party?

Frankie ✈️: I don’t know, it depends.

Depends on what?

Frankie ✈️: Might have a date to get to, we’ll see.

Ooo a date, huh? Wow. Where are you going?

Frankie ✈️: Depends. 

Frankie ✈️: Pizza or burgers?

Depends.

Frankie ✈️: On what?

Is it homemade or are we going to a restaurant?

Frankie ✈️: Who said I was taking you? I was planning on asking Lulu. 😉

I stifled a snort, trying to cover my face with my hand. He had quite a soft spot for one of his friends’ neighbors, an older woman he said reminded him of his late mother.

Oh so you have a hot date with Lulu tonight then huh? Too bad…

Frankie ✈️: Why you say that?

I got a pass to skip out on the reception…

Frankie ✈️: Send me the address and what time I can pick you up.

I laughed at the speed at which he sent me that response. I sent him the address of the reception and told him I was putting my phone away for the ceremony. The last thing I saw was a message from him saying he couldn’t wait to see me, which set loose a kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach.

“You look happy,” Ash whispered as we stood in line to walk down the aisle, rolling their eyes as one of the other bridesmaids shushed us. “Care to share with the class?”

I kept a coy smile as we continued walking up, waiting for our turn. When it was about to be my turn I turned around and whispered, “I’m going to see Frankie after this.” With a wink, I turned around smiling as I left Ash slack-jawed.

“Hey Pope, you ok to get a ride with Benny and Will? I’m…um…gonna head out,” he took off his cap and quickly ran his hand through his hair before returning it.

“Todo bien Francisco?” Lulu asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Y-yeah, all good. I…um…just need to go take care of something. You good Pope?”

“Si, hermano, go ahead.” He nodded to Frankie.

“Adios Lulu,” he bent down to kiss the woman on the cheek. “Ok, let me go find Olivia and tell her bye and I’ll head out.”

Frankie tried to exit the party as quickly and nonchalantly as possible, so as to not raise too many suspicions. His hand twitched as he walked to the parking lot, the anticipation of seeing her making his heart race. When he finally climbed into the cab of his truck, he took a deep breath before reversing out of the parking spot. 

He hit nearly every red light on the way to the highway and then hit a couple of patches of traffic. But despite all of the delays, he kept a smile on his face the entire time, his mind racing. He was excited and full of nerves, but also a bit scared that maybe once they saw each other again she wouldn’t feel the same. Like this was all about the thrill of a weekend fling. 

He shook his head and tried to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay as he parked, giving himself a once-over in the rear-view mirror. Showing up to a fancy wedding in jeans and a t-shirt wasn’t his idea of a great first impression, but she clearly didn’t care.

A/N: What do we think? These will finally get back together in person in the next chapter!

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feverish — joel miller

gn!reader, platonic!reader, fatherfigure!joel , sickfic , cw : mentions of fever & coughing, sickness in general, mostly unedited , wc : 1K , anon i hope you enjoy it !! <333

joel notices immediately when you begin lagging behind him and ellie. but you don’t say anything, so neither does he, just pausing occasionally to let you catch up.

in the end, it’s ellie who says something.

“hey, are you okay?” she asks you once you’re all settled by the fire. joel, whose attention seems to be solely on the meat he’s cooking, is peering at you subtly, listening intently for your reaction.

“i’m fine,” you wave off her concern, “just a little tired today, is all.” your answer’s not a complete lie, it’s true that you’re tired, but what you don’t tell them is the way you can feel the sickness starting to settle in your bones. really, it was yesterday you first started feeling it, but it hadn’t begun to slow you down until a few hours into hiking today.

“well then, we’d better get to sleep right after eating,” joel advises. “best get as much sleep as you can for tomorrow.”

you heed his advice, curling into your sleeping bag the moment you can in hopes that good enough rest will prevent you from truly falling ill. ellie talks for a few minutes the way she normally does before sleeping, but joel cuts her off earlier than normal tonight for your sake. with that reasoning, she actually listens to him and settles down to sleep herself.

—

your hopes of escaping sickness are unfairly stolen from you in the morning when you wake up with the sun, groggy and completely out of it. your nose is stuffy, throat sore, and limbs heavy when you rustle about in your covers. you just turn to your side and do your best to drift back into what turns out to be a quite restless sleep.

the next time you wake, it’s to ellie gently nudging your shoulder for you to get up as joel finishes cleaning up camp. you groan in protest, halfheartedly pushing her away.

“it’s almost time to go,” she says, “joel let you sleep in.”

you let out a huff of breath, wishing you could lay in bed all day before struggling to sit up. rubbing at your eyes, you take in the state of your tired, compromised body and decide it’s certainly best if you say nothing about it. no reason to make anyone worry or slow down your journey.

so you push past your discomfort, standing up and quickly packing up your bag. but your plans to cover up your sickness do not go as well as planned when you begin coughing and sniffling uncontrollably.

about the fourth time you lean against a tree to support yourself during a coughing bout, joel stops completely, handing you water and waiting until you’re done to speak.

“you’re gettin’ sick, kid,” he states, very aware that you’ve been quiet in order to prevent causing an inconvenience to him and ellie. you shake your head, so he continues. “you can let us know if you’re not feeling well, you know? that’s not something you can control. what d’ you say we make camp early and rest for the day?”

“no!” you exclaim, “no, that’s alright, i’m fine. i swear. i don’t even feel that sick, it just sounds like it,” you try to explain away the actual extent of your sickness.

he says your name, gentle and firm like the hand he places on your shoulder. “you look like you could fall over any second. i ain’t buying any of that, alright? you need to rest so that you don’t get more sick, you understand me?

you want to keep trying, to convince him and a watching ellie that you’re fine, but it seems you can never argue with that tone of voice he uses when he’s truly serious about something.

“fine,” you relent with a sigh, feeling half grateful, half guilty, and one hundred percent sick as you trek along until you find an appropriate campground.

joel orders you to lay down when you try and help set up, only asking you to move once a fire is going so that you can soak up it’s warmth. as you lay there, it seems as if all of your stubbornness is catching up to you, and you can’t resist it when your eyes drift closed despite the sun still being clear in the sky.

with a mind too groggy with sickness and sleep, you don’t process much even when you’re awake. ellie stays close by to your laying form, silently worried by the sickness that’s visible in your face and the coughs that wrack your body. she jumps up each time joel asks her to do anything, eager to help you rather than just sit by and do nothing. joel too is dedicated to caring for you, his soft palm feeling your forehead for signs of fever as you slip in and out of sleep. he does his best to create a broth from bones and freshly hunted meat throughout the hours that you sleep for you to eat when you wake.

when you squirm uncomfortably in your sleep with your brows furrowed, he does his best to calm your distress with gentle touches. past memories of caring for a sick child are clear in his head, both hurting his heart but helping him to help you the best he can.

you try to resist his help again once you wake, but the weakness in your limbs doesn’t let you get far, so your resolve crumbles far faster this time. he helps you drink and eat all while ellie does her best to cheer you up with corny jokes and over exaggerated retellings of things that have happened throughout your journey all together. it works well, her words resulting in your laughing so hard that you begin to cough and a non-threatening glare from joel in her direction.

but soon, you tire again, so joel insists you go back to sleep, just as twilight fades into total darkness. you don’t argue this time, nor at all the next day as he and ellie patiently nurse you back to health until you’re spry and well again.

#joel miller #joel miller x platonic!reader #platonic joel miller #father figure joel #joel miller tlou #tlou show #joel miller x gender neutral reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller comfort #joel miller fluff #joel miller imagine #joel miller angst #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller hbo #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fluff #tlou joel #joel miller father figure #the last of us

[lastweeksshirttonight]

I've listened to this almost four times at this point, so I better write some thoughts on it. (Did you need them? Probably not but humor me.)

This whole podcast talks deeply about the emotional toll of COVID and the pandemic, so be advised.

Interview starts at 16:10.

To start, I think a thread that runs through this entire episode is Marc being more cynical or bitter than John about a point, and John pausing to realign himself with what his actual level of cynicism is. You can tell that Marc and John like each other a lot, but there is also a tension to some of their discussions that I find really interesting. Like a mental chess match where Marc has a clear POV and John is trying to subtly spin the response to be closer to his own ideals.

The interview opens with the two of them talking about microphone levels and people not being closer to the mic and how irritating it is when people don't know how to use microphones. I am weak to John talking

I haven't watched Rachel Maddow in a while, is she really doing radio shows about Spiro Agnew? What? Why?

John speaking about context and contextualizing our current dark reality. The way he viewed the pandemic and the extent of society's flaws, and how nothing was fixed was really interesting. For as much as he's said that he's allergic to sincerity, that's just plainly untrue. He really does want to believe in the best of everything around him - he later talks about how he loves his children so much it's painful, and I had the same thought. Marc's darkness is something else though, I would laugh helplessly too at being reminded that 30% of the country wants to kill me specifically (help)

"It will eat your messages and shit them back into your face." I truly enjoy when John goes this blue, it always surprises and delights me.

John wants everything to have a system. He really likes the John Wick coin-based hotel system. I don't quite know how the two of them got from the comfort conspiracy theories can provide in dark times to John Wick but hey.

Marc being mad about having no awards and John being like "you really didn't need to say your bitterness out loud bro" killed me.

John has no idea why LWT was moved into another category. He doesn't even know who he's competing against. The Emmys basically afford him the right to be left alone with his show. I think he values that more than anything in regards to LWT - this topic comes up multiple times in this podcast and John stresses that having no sponsors to be beholden to, no commercials, and seemingly little to no oversight makes them able to do things that just can't be done on commercial television. There are more details to mine about this later, but it seems like, for all the absolute chaos of HBO and Warner and Discovery (something John likens to continually having new fathers around and wondering if he even has to bother learning their names), he's still relatively free to plug away at LWT the way he and his team envision it. Which is a relief to hear, honestly, the delayed announcement of LWT being renewed really made me concerned that Discovery in particular was done dealing with him.

I like how John, when given questions, will often ask clarifying follow-ups in this. He's not one for vagueness as it seems - the one that particularly stuck out to me was Marc relaying how he struggles with pulling his thoughts together on current events, using the Gaza crisis as an example for him before asking how John settles on topics. John's response is to ask if Marc means in general, or om Gaza specifically. The conversation moves into the general and how LWT is made now that it's ten years in (John calls the research department a machine and I can tell Marc is hoping that John literally invented a research machine from his tone of voice), but those are two very different conversations that could be pulled from that one question.

I also love John and Marc taking the piss out of John's show. Truly, if John leaves his desk, you obviously just sat through 30 minutes of the worst human misery possible.

-

Marc: "Because of your innate Britishness and your sense of humor, that... you do irritate -"

John, sounding like something just activated in his brain and as darkly as I've ever heard him: "I love to."

Marc: " - the right - ???"

-

My new favorite running theme in John's interviews is his apparently very tense relationship with his lawyers. The nitty gritty of the legal needs of the show, and how John views his lawyers and the frustrations that come with trying to do hard-hitting topics while having lawyers drop out from conflicts of interest, always fascinates me.

John also delves into the security he requires because of the breadth of people he's pissed off. He doesn't seem to care at all and enjoys pissing these people off, despite his wife's concerns. (I'm so sorry Kate you married a deeply weird man) John derives such pleasure from irritating people that it outweighs, say, never being able to go to Thailand without being arrested.

I cannot believe the Sacklers tried to come to the LWT office. Jesus Christ the entitled gall of these people.

Marc offends John with his assessment of England having many destroyed buildings, which leads into him saying, in a way reminiscent of the long-lost American from the Bugle, that he "enjoys the castles". God I miss the American. "How old's this wall? Holy fuck!"

-

Marc: "What are we gonna do about the futility..."

John: -cracks the fuck up-

Marc, finding his point: "...of..."

John: "Let it hang. Feel free to let that hang in the air. Let's just all enjoy the fact that we're all filling it in and coming up with different, equally valid, depressing ends to that sentence."

-

John is so severely offended and killed by Marc's suggestion that he did a Q&A tour. The absolute lowest form of entertainment in both of their minds. John mentions that he emphatically told people they could leave before the Q&A they hosted at the John and Seth stand up show I was at because he feels so strongly about this. I wrongly assumed this was because John hates himself and can't imagine people sticking around for him, but in my defense, that's usually the reason he tells people not to do something/shits on his bangs/etc.

(We still have like 30 min of this podcast, why am I like this)

The question of "what's gonna happen" is a pretty dark one, as John notes. He fears the worst but hopes people will work hard to stop the path we're on. Marc wanting to illustrate where we are is pretty ridiculous, as John points out - just look around.

I think Marc talking about what "all right" means to people gets to something that deeply concerns me about what the future of this country will be for me. I don't want to be that cynical but there is a deep well of selfishness in the US (rightfully identified) that does keep the country from uniting and fighting for survival in times like this. We're definitely at that turning point and I really want to hope we don't drive off the cliff.

I am not really emotionally prepared for jokes about John being in prison, I was genuinely a bit concerned about that The Last Time. That's my own problem though.

I didn't expect to get more information about John leaving The Daily Show on this podcast, but that's one of the most interesting things discussed. Marc asks if John left TDS because he felt the freedom he has with HBO wasn't there, and John says that wasn't the case - his contract expired at the end of 2013, after his summer hosting gig. Ideally, and Jon and John had discussed this (!!), the goal was to have John do TDS in the summers so John could, you know, rest. Sleep. Not be beholden to the horrors all the time. But Comedy Central, in John's blunt words, "didn't really care", so he went to HBO. The way that John mentions that "they would have probably kept [Jon] longer" if they'd actually tried to keep John around sounds just a tinge bitter and honestly, yeah. I'm annoyed hearing that we could have had this magical 2-host version of TDS and CC just... sucks. God I hate them. They gave me most of my worldview as a teenager because of TDS, but fucking A man.

Also interesting to hear, however vaguely, that John had some other offers. Wonder what those were. My best guess, based on what else was going on at that time, is TBS (who later made Full Frontal with Samantha Bee and were building around Conan) might have made a play.

I'm not a parent, but I do appreciate the discussion of parenthood, particularly how anxiety-inducing it can be. Hearing John talk about his worries regarding his prematurely-born son definitely resonated, and I'm glad his son is doing well now. ❤️

The brick joke in the middle of the parenting discussion is the hardest I've ever laughed at Marc Maron. Truly. Masterful brick joke.

I don't have an elegant tag for this - there's much more than what I touched on here in the podcast, and I appreciate how deep the conversation gets. It was really nice to listen to this multiple times during my hell day, and to hear John talk deeper about things that he's rarely asked about.

Also I'm sorry I wrote like fucking too many k words on this, I clearly had thoughts

#john oliver #marc maron #wtf with marc maron #last week tonight with john oliver #last week tonight #the daily show with jon stewart #the daily show #lee's tl;dr

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch3 ch5

masterlist

warnings + notes: not much happening here!! just mentions of sex and whatnot… chapter is kinda plain i cant lie

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ:

- GAME START

chishiya has to rope himself down to reality multiple times. his first impression of you made him feel his throat and heart clench- even though you looked ragged from this world.

but now, after he’s successfully dragged you into his beginning phase of his scheme against the beach- he’s partially worried on how focus he’ll remain on this mission. somehow, he wishes you chose a regular swimsuit bottom, the short swim-skirt makes his mind freeze as he sees it shift whenever you walk. he’s not complaining, but at the same time- the priority is to subtly get you to join his ploy.

he’s briefly mentioned it to kuina, a night where he escorted her to her room after she enjoyed one too many drinks- he’s not even fully sure if she’s genuine about her participation in the plan either.

he gives you a sly smile when you walk up, holding onto your arms and squeezing past the people flooding the beach.

“hey, so…” your slight nervousness amuses him. “do you mind showing me around, i’m actually a bit hungry and lost and you’re the only person i know here.”

chishiya isn’t sure why, but hearing that you need to depend on him makes him smile bigger- but he dismisses the expression quickly. he’s a man of little words, and just says “sure” before motioning with his hand to follow him.

the music blares intensely, and you’re amazed at how high the speakers go. you pass by the club scene, and you were very grateful for not staying longer than necessary. in every corner, people were on top of each other- moaning in their mouths. its highly uncomfortable for you, and you shuffle further down by chishiya just trying to get away.

“im starting to think you had me join a sex ring chishiya..” he laughs a bit, before turning to look at you “how come?”

“well first off.. we get here and that nani dude says you’re gonna have fun !”

“do you mean niragi? and i have my own fun, very much far away from all the loud and dirty people.”

you cringe a bit at hearing that you said the wrong name, but continue. “well then you leave me in a room with that freako hatter! he nearly fucked the girl in front of me.. and he was looking at me like i was next.” chishiya notices your shivers during ur recount, and he frowns a bit.

“if i could’ve stayed with you, i would’ve.”

he speaks lightly, and for some reason.. this affects you strongly

finally you arrive at the food bar- meals loitering the counters and tables, but none look appetizing.

“it’s the best they can do, most of it all is canned food, we don’t have many hunters here.” he speaks, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets and following behind you as you browse your options.

you hum as a reply, acknowledging his comment, and he’s right… the options and appearances of the plates seem to mediocre at best, but you grab the plate of rice and beans anyways.

chishiya is deep in thought, more than you’ve seen within your short time of knowing him. but he’s thinking of the best approach to start luring you in as his bait .

“hey chishiya” your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“whats up?”

“what did you do before… this ?” you motion to the sky, face contorted with curiosity. chishiya debates his response to you, how much exactly should he let you know about? he doesn’t exactly care for telling you anything about himself frankly, but despite the pessimism- he clears his throat and brings his hands out of his pocket once you sit at a booth.

“im a senior medical student, so far ive had the most experience out of my peers. ive been assisting in multiple patient cases. i’ll complete my studies quite soon actually.” chishiya doesnt realize hes spoken more than he intended, he honestly just was going to leave it at ‘im a senior medical student’- but looking at you makes him a bit more vocal.

you nod with awe, “wow! thats so cool, wish i had gone to school for something helpful like that.”

“what did you go for?”

“business.”

he laughs- and you scowl a bit and roughly scrape at your plate and eat some of your dinner

“what do you plan on doing with that?” he says, coming down from his giggles. you just shrug, mumbling your response.

“dont know, actually i went to an interview the day i got here. wanted to work in account files for a law firm.” chishiya nods “that seems promising, hope when you get out you score the job.”

you smile and thank him, and chishiya is internally kicking his brain hard. hes being too friendly for his own liking and its rather unsettling him.

he decides on staying silent after that, and you both sit in a comfortable silence as you eat- and he lays back across from you, resuming his music. every now and then, he looks at you subtly, staring at your lashes, nose and cheeks. he admits he finds you attractive.

the sky dims more, and ironically- you can hear more people join the party nearby. it’s honestly starting to give you a headache. a woman walks into the room, legs slender and tall and her locs flow behind her as she walks up to your table.

“chishiya. where have you been?” she asks your companion, and you begin to feel as though you’re being shut out slightly.

“ah, been helpin’ out the newest beach member.” the woman turns her head confused, but then lights up with shock when she meets your eyes.

“oh! you’re so pretty!” youre stunned, and you cant hide a bashful smile as you laugh a bit.

“oh thank you.. though im looking rather rough recently. you’re gorgeous though!” the woman’s heart swells and she smiles back, the cigarette butt between her teeth bouncing slightly.

she sticks her hand out towards you, “kuina” you shake it softly and introduce yourself, and begin to move down the booth to invite her to sit before chishiya cuts you off

“dont, shes not staying.” he says cooly, not even looking at you but rather kuina.

kuina raises an eyebrow, and chishiya gets up

“get back to your room safely. i’ll see you soon. “ his hands confide in his pockets and he walks out of the dining area, leaving kuina a few feet behind.

she quickly bids you goodnight and says how happy she is to have met you, and follows chishiya quickly.

you’re really confused, where are the two going? why are they leaving you alone… and what on earth are they doing?

you decide theres too many possibilities, some of which youd rather not know about or imagine- and choose to throw your now empty plate out and head back to bed.

chishiya is trying his best not to snap at kuina as she persistently inquires him about you.

“how’d you meet her?”

“a game.”

“oh? i doubt you helped her like some knight in armor” he sneers at her comment, “ah kuina you know me so well” she shrugs her shoulders as they step closer to the planning room.

“just don’t get why she hasn’t branched out to someone a bit more welcoming.”

though to another person, this would seem insulting, chishiya knows kuina well enough to know she’s being genuine- and knows his behavior quite well. he secretly agrees with her, he’s not exactly some warm and gentle person- and maybe you’d be better off with someone who is. but he can’t risk you meeting people and becoming attached, he needs you afterall for the plan to continue.

deep inside though, he enjoys the fact that he’ll get to see you so often.

#chishiya x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya shuntarou #aib fanfic #aib x reader #arisu alice in borderland #chishiya fanfic #chishiya shuntaro #niragi alice in borderland #kuina alice in borderland #chishiya imagine #shuntarou chishiya x reader #chishiya angst #chishiya fluff

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you do a fic of Inhuman Reader meeting Skye/Daisy on the bus fir the first time?

Daisy Johnson x Male!reader

"Who's the new girl," you ask Ward as Jemma and Leo bring Skye up into the bus for the first time, well second time if you include her prior interrogation but this time she is seeing more than just a padded room.

"Her name is Skye, a hacker with rising tide," Ward mutters, clearly unhappy to have her on board.

"She's cute… really cute," you smirk.

"Did you miss the part where I said she's rising tide," he says crossing his arms.

"Hey you have the bad blood with them I don't," you say patting his shoulder and walking over to her, "let me get that for you."

You're smiling at her and Skye gulps, "uh thanks, I'm Skye."

"Y/N," you say, taking the box of her things she was carrying.

Leo rolls his eyes at you blatantly trying to charm her and Jemma chuckles.

You show her to her bunk and place the box down on her bed, "if you need anything I'm two bunks down, I've been told I make a really good omelet."

Skye laughs, "so Coulson is the leader, May is the pilot, Ward is the muscle, Fitz and Simmons are the scientists and you're the chef?"

"Actually I'm the team's resident alien who just happens to be a good cook," you smile.

"I'm sorry, did you just say an alien?" Skye says in disbelief.

"He's an inhuman," Leo huffs.

"A what now?" Skye asks confused.

"It's a long story but basically I have super strength and can lift this entire plane off the ground if I wanted to," you say trying to sound impressive.

"Huh," Skye says, glancing at your biceps and liking what she saw.

"Come now Fitz, let's leave these two alone," Jemma says, picking up on what's happening.

Leo sighs and begrudgingly follows Jemma back to the lab, Skye was supposed to be his new buddy not your next fling.

"So about that omelet, I haven't eaten since yesterday," Skye says with a grin.

"Usually a girl doesn't get one of my omelettes until after a night of fun but for you beautiful I'll make you one even if it is two in the afternoon," you laugh, motioning her to the kitchen,"this way."

Skye blushes at you calling her beautiful and not so subtly stares at your ass as you walk in front of her.

Once in the kitchen you make the omelet and set the plate down in front of her, "your omelet is served madame."

"That Ward guy doesn't like me does he," she asks, taking a bite and making a surprised sound at how good it is.

"It's not you he doesn't like, it's the rising tide, he has a history with them but that's his story to tell," you explain.

"So he doesn't trust me then."

"Pretty much though it's too bad for him because everyone else on this team likes you, me especially," you say with a wink.

"So you don't think I'm only joining this team just to infiltrate it and expose all of shields dirty little secrets?" She teases.

"Sweetheart you won't have to try that hard to get me to tell you all of my dirty little secrets," you say leaning in close to her.

"I'll keep that in mind," she says, leaning in even closer like she's gonna kiss you but instead takes another bite of her food.

"I have a feeling I'm gonna be making you a whole lot of omelets Skye, maybe even pancakes if you're lucky," you grin.

"I prefer crepes," she smirks.

"I'll start watching some crepe tutorials then," you laugh.

You were gonna like having her around.

#agents of shield imagine #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson x reader #x male reader #fic

[unfoundwrld]

I'm going to college soon, so I'm thinking about my roommates taking advantage of me.

there's 4 of us in the room, with 2 double bedrooms and a common room. no one knows I'm trans - until the guy I'm sharing my bedroom with finds my yearbook in our shared closet. he thinks it'll be funny to embarrass me with my old picture until he realizes that the picture with my name on it is actually...a girl?

suddenly, all the things I do make sense. when I wrap my chest with the towel coming out of the shower, it's because I don't want you to see my tits. when the crotch of my pants look unusually empty sometimes, it's because I don't have a dick, just a wet, vulnerable pussy.

of course, he immediately tells our other roommates. now they all know. and they come up with a plan.

the roommate I share a bedroom with is going to start teasing me and prepping me for them. when I'm sleeping, he'll sneak over and rub on the outside of the panties I still like to sleep in. my little clit will get big and stiff every time he does, and a wet spot forms on my panties. I moan and whimper in my sleep while he plays with me, bucking my hips, but he never lets me cum. sometimes he'll even pull my shirt up and play with my tits. his hands pluck and pull and roll my nipples, making them so sensitive.

and the whole time, I have no idea. I don't know why my nipples are always sore, or why I'm so horny all the time. I haven't been sleeping well, so my brain begins to feel foggy.

our other roommates are messing with me too - they rub their cocks against my ass on the pretext of bumping into me and flirt just subtly enough that I can't tell if they're just being friendly or not.

after a few weeks, between my sleep deprivation and my unending horniness, my roommates decide I'm ready. next time I come home late from class, they're waiting for me.

when I walk inside, all 3 of my roommates are seated on the couch, watching football. "Hey guys," I say, setting my keys and phone on the end table. they all look up at me but no one says anything. I raise my eyebrow. "What's up?" they still don't answer. instead, they all stand up together and half-encircle me. "U-um..." I start to step back, but one of them grabs me.

I fight back as best as I can, but I'm a whole foot shorter than most of them, so they overpower me easily. they drag me into my bedroom and throw me on the bed. "What do you want?" I ask helplessly. they smirk. I become very aware of the way my legs are spread, and the vulnerability of my position. but by then, it's too late.

they're groping me as they free their hard cocks. one of them roughly pinches my nipple and I yelp. he laughs. "so you really are just a slutty little girl huh?" he asks mockingly, his hand palming greedily at my tits. I whimper, staring up at him with tear-filled eyes. "n-no! I'm a boy, just like you guys!" I protest. he laughs. "no you're not, slut. look at us -" he waves at their cocks, all erect. "we're men. you're not. all you have is a tiny pussy and a fake cock." he yanks my pants off and I beg him to stop. I try to cross my legs, but he pulls my knees apart. "ohh, look. she's dripping."

I'm ashamed to admit he's right. I can feel the air hit my pussy while they laugh at me. one of them uses his fingers to pull apart my pussy lips. I moan against my will at the sensation of his thumb rubbing the tip of my clit.

before long, he's rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. I'm so wet that he just slides in, but I can still feel the stretch. I'm crying, pleading with them to stop, but they won't. if anything they go harder. I feel a cock nudging at my ass and I scream, but a hand slaps over my mouth while the owner slams his dick into my asshole. I begin to cry in earnest, but I am helpless.

while two double penetrate me, the third squeezes my tits together and jerks his cock off between them. it's so awful and degrading...but why am I so wet? they pick up on my conflict and tease me. "fuckk, good girl. you're so tight and hot on my cock," one of them pants. "aren't you so glad we're fucking you back into the girl you're supposed to be?" I moan wantonly. I've cum so many times I'm beginning to go numb as his finger rubs against my clit. "you're a dumb slut aren't you. can't wait to put a baby in you-" my eyes shoot open in fear. he chuckles, thrusting harder into me. "what? you think I'm gonna pull out? fuck no, I'm cumming right up against your cervix and get you pregnant. you feel that? I'm bouta cum baby, gonna cum right into your womb, fuck yeah hold still-" he grunts and I feel his seed flood my insides. my eyes roll back in my head.

the guy fucking my tits comes on my face as they switch places, a new guy in both my holes. they each take a turn cumming in me, and when they're done, they prop a pillow under my hips to make sure none leaks out.

anyway yeah.

#gay nsft #mlm nsft #wrldspeaks #t4t mlm #ftm nsft #detrans kink #ftmtf

[scooptroopfanfic]

Cas with a C CH3

Notes: Please look to the Chapter Select for warnings and general information! Hope you enjoy!

Cassie lies in bed staring up at the ceiling. Her mind refuses to focus on the words in the book below her which has been discarded to the side. As the book begins to close from the lack of use the book snaps open and a bookmark shoves itself between the pages. Cassie grabs a tissue from next to her and dabs at her nose as she notices the dust from a few days ago start showering down on her again.

“I don’t get a moment’s peace do I?” She asks herself as she suddenly feels the cold touch and after a blink, she notices she is not in her room anymore. She looks around and recognizes the place where she was compelled into trying to go to a few nights ago. As she looks around she jumps up after feeling something squirm against her. 

Next to her is a female lifeguard. She looks familiar to Cassie but she can’t place the name she goes by. Above her is actually Billy. She can tell because of the slight guilt she can see evident in his eyes.

“Ahh. So it finally happened.” Cassie mused as she stood.

“How the fuck are you here?”

“I’m not, physically at least. That thing can summon my consciousness when it wants and I have to appear.” She then tries to touch Billy and her hand phases through his arm. 

“Now I’m gonna guess the thing finally found you an accomplice. Guess you shouldn’t be fully alone in this thing. I mean her mental being will be devoured but you will have someone.” Cassie says as she looks at the girl below her. If this thing smells weakness she too will be devoured.

“You’re heartless.”

“No. Just being realistic with who I can help. No use crying over the already dead.” At this, the girl below them cries even more. “Besides this will be one of the more painless ways to go via this influence.”

“It will be painless.” Billy echos slightly as he backs away to watch the conversion. 

“Look who’s heartless now?”

“Shut your mouth, Harrington.”

“Make me Hargrove. Oh, wait. You can’t.” She spits back as she waves a hand in front of her body. As she does she feels a slight warmth at the back of her neck. 

She starts scanning…. Scanning… She then sees El looking at them wide-eyed and scared. Cassie holds up a finger to her mouth as she points subtly at El and makes her slowly fade until she just becomes colors that somewhat make the shape of a human. 

“We got company.”

“Huh?”

“Another like me. Observer from afar. I can’t get a good picture” Cassie says as her nose begins to bleed slightly. 

“Harrington you kinda got a-“

“I know. It means I’m working and would appreciate the “ El disappears. “Fuck!” She then hears screams behind her. “Well, now she knows.”

“Who?”

“Whatever female presence I just felt. I should be able to track it but it will take a couple of days because someone distracted me.” She hears a growl of frustration and suddenly her eyes snap open in her body. She goes and reaches again for her box of tissues and wipes her nose. 

“Well, shit.” She says to herself as she turns off the light and tries to go to bed, worried about the younger girl peering in on her. 

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Cassie looks like she is a zombie the next day as she slowly sorts through the books that were just ordered. 

“Hey Cassie how are you-” Cassie turns to Eddie. “Jesus you look rough.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” Cassie mumbles out as she places a book upside down. Eddie reaches over and rights the book. 

“What kept you up?”

“I didn’t need sleep. I needed answers to my questions from my book.” She has a soft determination in her voice as she looks over at him with a soft but goofy look. 

“You’re kidding,” Eddie says as he looks her over again

“Nope.”

“Cassie we have a session tonight. I was going to ask if you wanted to join in/leave the back door open but now-”

“No. What did I say just now Eds. I don’t need sleep. I need answers.” She then smiles at him with a smile that isn’t sincere. “Besides Eds, I need a ride home because I have a double today.”

“Didn’t you guys just hire?”

“They don’t start till tomorrow.”

“Ouch.” Eddie then ruffles her hair. Cassie is instantly awake.

“NOT THE HAIR!” Cassie shrieks out as she perks up and moves herself away. Eddie gives an evil smile as he makes gestures towards her hair and she immediately runs into the rows of books. Eddie runs off after her after giving her a head start.

“Hey! I don’t pay you to mess around with the freak.” Mary yells out as she hears the two teens messing around.

“You know you love me,” Eddie says as he surprisingly stops to look at the annoyed and slightly creeped-out older woman. Unfortunately for her Eddie was right… in a sense. She didn’t love him but she loved the productivity she got out of Cassie and the uptick of customers he brought with him. 

“Just stop playing around with the merchandise. I don’t care if you guys goof around or even just read, however, if so much as a hair is harmed on a customer’s head I am kicking you out, Munson.” Mary scoffs as she heads back into her office 

“Sorry. Heather was a no-show today which caused Mary to freak out.”

“And that’s why you look so tired?”

“Yeah. I’m not dumb and purposefully lose sleep.” She sighs as flashes of what happened last night streak across her mind causing her to feel a wave of nausea go over her. 

She then feels the warmth from the night prior at the base of her neck. She rubs it as she looks around trying to locate the source in the small river of people inside the store. That is when she sees El alone and with a slight nosebleed. Eddie follows her eyes confused until he sees the younger girl with the nose bleed and walks over while fishing in his pocket.

“Hello there Eleven Hopper,” Cassie says to El in her mind as her eyes go a bit dull. The girl looks around in confusion for the source until Cassie waves a hand. “Sorry if I scared you. I don’t really get to practice this much.”

“How can you do… this?” 

“Probably the same way you can project yourself across some distances. I don’t really know to be honest. I have kind of just always been able to do things like this.”

“Do other people know?”

“No. Otherwise, I would probably be wherever you came from.”

“But they are friends and family.”

“You know from experience El. Do people truly understand and care about you or do they just use your abilities to achieve a goal? People may say they are well intended, but there are wolves in sheep's clothing everywhere.”

“Wolves in sheep’s clothes?”

“Liars.” At this point, Eddie reaches El and offers her a tissue with a goofy smile which she takes. “I don’t know what you are doing, but please be careful. There are forces darker and stronger at work in the shadows of this town.” At this Cassie’s eyes go normal as she reaches up to quickly wipe away the blood as Eddie turns around and walks back to her. El gives a confused nod and runs off. 

“Wasn’t that one of the girls you helped with?”

“Yep.”

“What’s her deal?”

“Hopper adopted her around the time Will went missing. I think she was in a bad situation because she is a bit behind for her age.” Cassie says with a shrug.

“How do you know all this?”

“My brother and his children.”

“You guys are part of a strange family.”

“OK, I am not hearing it from the guy who calls himself a freak and an outcast,” Cassie says with a laugh.

“Guilty as charged.” Eddie puts his hands up. “But you don’t seem to mind.”

“Nope. I never did. I just wanted to be a supportive sibling even if he was a dick until the end of his senior year.”

“You mean when Hargrove took the King spot?”

“I wasn’t going to say it but between that and Dustin asking him for help he became a better person. After he got out of the depressive phase and back to his happy dumb self I could have almost hugged Hargrove. Almost.” She looks a little queasy as she says so. 

“And where were you in all of this?” She looks almost hurt.

“Eds we went to the same parties. I mean I am just a humble bookworm at heart but I had to go to the parties participate in games and be fun enough to be remembered and then I could leave.”

“You sound like an old recluse woman.”

“That is my dream.”

“But then you would never be able to hear my Dungeon Master voice guide you and my players through the intricate stories and worlds I have created.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn't have visitors. You could get yourself an invite for the right price.”

“And what would that be princess?”

“I don’t know. Maybe one of those virgin sacrifices people think you use on the weekly?”

“Hmm. I’ll see what I can do.” Eddie muses. The old lady who was clearly eavesdropping looked at the two in horror before scurrying away into a different aisle. Eddie laughs for a second but then it seems he remembers something.

“Oh uh, I wanted to ask but is your offer to be my feminine voice still on the table?”

“Yeah! Of course.” Cassie looks away from the shelves of books to look at him with interest. “What sort of lady will I be playing tonight?”

Cassie and Eddie conspire about how the session will go generally that night as Cassie organizes what she can to look busy. They go over patterns of movement, manners of speaking, what she can talk about, and anything else that Eddie deems as important. Cassie seems surprised with how serious he is with this in comparison to his usual manner. She smiles to herself as in the later hours she takes out a mini table for the man to prestage at and prepare his finishing touches.

 A few times a few of the “popular” kids drop by to check on Cassie with dead eyes but positive smiles. Normally they leave after the initial check but anytime one of them gets too close to Eddie a book magically moves from its spot on the shelf to the top of their heads. That would generally result in at minimum glares and at most growls and a sharp and quick pain in her head that feels like someone quickly rammed a spike into it. It may have been a few days but she is friendly with Eddie and he is one of the few people that actually likes her for her and not her brother. She isn’t going to let her bad hand affect Eddie because he had the misfortune of meeting her.

“Why are you making this difficult?” The beast in Billy’s voice asks.

“Because I want to convert this one myself. When we are one and the same. Consider him… a final sacrifice to represent our union.” At this, the beast gives what sounds like a purr. Due to this being in Billy’s vocal cadence, she makes a face when the connection is severed causing Eddie to snap in her face.

“Are you ok? You’ve been doing that a lot recently.”

“Yeah. Just working double what I agreed to and family stuff has made this fun.” Eddie gives her a look of pity which she scoffs at. “You asked I answered. I’m not going to go into it so you shouldn’t pity me.” Cassie then realizes what she has done. “Sorry Eds. It has been a lot lately.” He seems to causally shrug it off and overwhelming guilt radiates off of her. 

Eddie ends up leaving the store soon after and Cassie takes a breather. She can feel chill again but instead of embracing it like normal she uses her frustration and shoves the chill down causing it to become unbearable and then… nothing. It is just gone. She finally can relax for a few minutes not having her mind in turmoil. After an hour or so she head back outside. 

 A new dread sets in as Cassie looks over to Scoops Ahoy.

There is a girl who is clearly possessed by the beast acting as a customer for Steve. Steve doesn’t seem to notice her dead eyes but Cassie notices her lack of soul in the other place. She zooms over as the girl orders to listen in. 

“So I heard there was this new scary movie out tonight. I was wondering if I could convince a strong sailor to join me and protect me.” Cassie feels bile build up in her mouth as she swoops in. Steve tries to signal her off but she is not having it. 

“Actually I heard the movie was awful. I wouldn’t recommend it.” Cassie says as she leans on the counter next to the girl. She recognizes the zombie but she can’t remember her name. 

“Oh.” The girl says and there is an animalistic hunger that flashes across her face before it goes to the smiley dead look. 

“Yeah in fact I have a few other things you may want to do instead of hanging out with dingus over here,” Cassie says as she begins to guide the girl away. Once the two are out of sight Steve throws his hat on the ground and Robin laughs as she adds a Tally mark on the you suck side of the board.

Cassie gives the creature a look of warning and it hisses back at her.

“Hey. I’m trying to help.” Cassie hisses back. “Go to this party tonight. More people you can add to the collection. Better than only one.” Cassie has a printed-out party invite that she got earlier in the week. The creature growls and walks away.

“What was up with her?” Eddie asks as she assumes the spot the girl is at.

“Pissy she wasn’t invited to a party I was. I gave her my invite but I don’t think she liked what she referred to as ‘seconds’” 

“Cassie!” She looks back to see Steve running towards her. 

“And his deal is I may or may not have blocked him from a date. Toodles!” Cassie runs off and Eddie, instead of standing around, runs after her. As they run Cassie looks natural while Eddie scrambles a bit like a frantic deer. Cassie is surprised he can keep up as she ducks around behind the Orange Julius into the hallway behind all the stores. Cassie then runs to a door that leads out to the escalator which she takes and uses Eddie as a visual shield as her brother busts out from where she just was to look for her. He grumbles in frustration as he heads back to Scoops Ahoy.

“Never seen Harrington that mad,” Eddie says with a chuckle as they get off the escalator.

“This is child’s play. Try switching out his hair products with other things and see what happens.” She laughs as she thinks about the one time she may have switched his curated products to shitty average ones and his hair after practice looking like he got zapped by lightning. 

“Oh, that’s good,” Eddie says with an evil smile. He then remembers something and looks frustrated. “Oh uh topic change. Just wanted to let you know that the game tonight is off. Someone had some last-minute thing come up and we had to reschedule.” At this Cassie’s eyes bulge.

“You mean you let that happen?” 

“Why do you seem so shocked?” 

“Nothing. I just thought that wasn’t allowed.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know.” Cassie realizes her mistake with wide eyes. 

“Anyways… I was wondering if you had anything tonight?”

“Nope. I get off at 7 and then I was hoping to bum a ride off of you.” Cassie says with a shrug. 

“Well, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go watch Day of the Dead?” Eddie scratches the back of his neck and Cassie can’t help it as she accidentally reads his surface thoughts. Why is he nervous? Why is he panicking? Why? Cassie laughs and his emotions spike.

“Sure! Why not? Sounds like fun.” Cassie says and she feels relief for a second until there is a spike of panic as Eddie searches his pockets he pulls out a pack of tissues and hands them to Cassie.

“Uh, you kind of have something there,” Eddie says as he points to his nostril. Cassie laughs it off as she dabs her nose. 

“Sorry. I tend to get those.” Eddie then gives her a weird look. “We can talk about it later but for now I gotta go back to the bookshop. Mary needs me. Besides, I also now have a date to prepare for.” Cassie says with a wave as she heads off.

“Wait! I never said-“ Cassie was out of sight and Eddie’s emotions flare up again to the point where Cassie can hear them from the other end of the mall.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #oc #original character #stranger things fic #eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x oc #stranger things season 3 #stranger things x oc

[amyyythestarry]

TOILET BAND HANAKO KUN!

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CHAPTER 2: Band. ( 2 )

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“So now let me tell you of a story, number 7!” A girl’s voice shouted into a microphone, her voice echoing throughout the music room of a school named Kamome Academy.

“Huh, what? Future and past, the joy and sorrow.” Sang a different voice, a deeper and boyish one into a different microphone.

“Slowly spreading their shadows of a ghost storyyy!”

“Hey, hey!” The members in the background shouted, along with a line from the same backup singer, “Passion into nothing~”

“A fruit so sweet you believe it’s unreality!”

“It’s only a story~” She sang while also playing a main guitar, grazing over each string with her fingers. Even though it kinda hurt when they recoiled.. She was going to have to get a guitar pick soon.

There was another guitarist in their group, one who the main one knew as her best friend. With royal purple curls, dark brown skin, and a sweet small smile on her lips. The girl’s best friend played as the rhythm guitarist, keeping the rhythm smooth in the background. The drummer drummed with a huge smile, like they’ve always wanted to put their other talent to use in the best way possible.

“Yeah, yeah, this is the third time you’re repeating. You know what? I’ll be honest I'm no longer listeningg!” The main singer's voice was loud and high, sending shrill waves that were somehow pleasant.

“Passion into nothing~-“

“‘Cause in the end rumors bend this ugly reality!”

“- It’s only a story~!” 

Their voices overlapped each other in a good way, both the boy’s broadway vocals and the girl’s melodic voice creating music they wished to accomplish. 

Even with just two guitars, two microphones and a drummer, they were able to actually make this work. Making their first ever song as a band, ‘No.7’ in their new album ‘Rumor’.

It was a small thing they had started not too long ago, with the intention of making a big difference. No, they weren’t planning on becoming famous or anything. It would have been a cool idea, but that could wait. Until they stop another band group from spreading chaotic rumors, and get the line separating the human realm and supernatural realm from becoming crooked.

That was the reason they started this band. To, basically, prevent the end of the world. Well.. They're pretty sure..

Don’t blame them on their still half confused minds, all of them had ‘half’ separate intentions, trying to combine them into one heroic act on the matter of stopping disorder. Yashiro Nene had to pay off some ‘debt’ she owed the supernatural boy, still singing with and beside her.

 “Your words are a deadly blade, cut away the world before you, and at last break the mask of lies, revealing the truth!” Her and the supernatural’s voices sang at the same time.

“Look out, you're lonely now,” Her best friend joined in subtly for the first time.

“To stop another fall, you’ll sacrifice it all!

Can you see in between the crime and justice? 

In that great empty space, nothing should exist.

But I sense a presence, let me tell you a story-“

All of the members joined in this time, “Number 7!!”

Nene’s best friend and her soloed, now playing the same tune, loud and clear, while the drummer played subtly by banging a drum with one hand holding a stick and activating the sound of the cymbals with the other stick in hand.

The two girls carried the other mantras of lyrics, singing together in Nene’s microphone.

Akane Aoi, Nene’s closest friend since 6th grade. She agreed to join the band all because of the shocking, revealing second identity of her cousin not so long ago, and to keep by Nene’s side so she wouldn’t be through this alone. Through all the trouble regarding apparitions and rumors and musical performances they’d now be in. It was worth it to Aoi, if it was with Nene.

And her cousin, she guesses. 

The other guy was nice.

The next set of mantras belonged to Nene and the supernatural boy, and the next one being herself only. She changed the volume in her voice from a high pitched voice into a low and quiet one.

The drummer kept drumming.

“Far away, far away, beyond the edge of time I pray. I’ll remain clinging onto the edge.”

“Nothing ever changes.” Aoi joined.

“The answer it is clear, it’s drawing ever nearrrr!” Her voice picked up again, and so did the drums.

Minamoto Kou, the drummer in their small band. 

His reason for joining was to exorcize the ghost boy running this operation. He claimed to be from an ancient clan of exorcists, the Minamoto Clan, and his only purpose being to get rid of the seventh mystery of all seven mysteries of Kamome Academy. And protecting the seven’s victims, being Nene and Aoi. 

He looked to be having genuine fun drumming when Nene looked back at him, though.

The main singer and Nene started singing together again for another paragraph of lyrics. And nearing the very end of the song, the boy with the microphone and projecting vocals took control again while Nene stayed silent and played her guitar.

Hanako, was technically the reason any of them had joined together in a band in the first place. His purpose was because of his place as the seventh mystery, in charge of all the others, having to stop the supernatural chaos going around Kamome. He, nor the rest of them knew who was causing all the trouble with rumors, at least not right now. But their plan is to figure out, and continue to stop them, through music.

“But I sense a presence, let me tell a story, number 7!”

“Is there another story, number 7?” They all sung the last lines, before ending the song with a few hits of the drums and strumming of the two girl’s guitars.

When the song ended, Hanako sighed in relief, taking the microphone away from his mouth.

He turned to his band members with a grin on his face, seeing them look at each other and back at him in expectation, waiting for him to say something.

“That went great! Greater than I imagined.” He said.

Nene and Aoi looked at each other again, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, we all did great for our first song!” Nene exclaimed.

“Nooow,” Hanako starting, walking over to the recorder they used to keep track of their music. 

“All we have to do is listen to it, edit it, and release it!”

They all gathered their things from the music room they held their band in. With the help of Hanako’s hitodama, they were able to teleport themselves to the library not so far away from the music room. In the library was where they knew their producers were, at least one of them. The middle school science teacher, Tsuchigomori, the fifth of the seventh mysteries.

‘The 4PM Library’ was dark and empty, the only one’s being in there were the teens, Tsuchigomori, and surprisingly, Yako. The second of the seventh mysteries.

Hanako played their music for the two mysteries, they all watched the movements of the adults’ ( One in fox form ) faces to guess what they were thinking throughout listening to their song.

When the recording ended, Tsuchigomori and Yako looked at each other, like they were secretly communicating while the teens were in front of them, waiting for their opinions.

The two mysteries looked over to the teens, giving each other one more side eye before snapping all of their attention to the band.

“It was good, better than I imagined.” Tsuchigomori complemented, voice slightly muffled because of the smoking pipe being in his mouth. 

Yako the fox nodded, “Yeah, surprisingly.. Amazing.”

The teenagers beamed all together, assuming they got the approval of their producers.

“Buuuut,” Yako paused the soon to be outburst of the band, stopping them from celebrating so early.

“Number 7, your singing is really good. It’s… The way you carry it, that’s the problem.” Tsuchigomori said, taking out his pipe.

“You’re tone deaf. The levels in your pitches are jumbled.” Yako broke the truth to them quickly. Tsuchigomori gave her a glance, as he thought they both wanted to pop the teens’ bubbles slowly.

The room was silent for a second, until Hanako spoke up again.

“Uh- tone.. Deaf???” 

He quickly grabbed the recorder, pressing the play button, and the song started up again. They listened to it one more time. Nene, Aoi and Kou cringed as they finally understood what Tsuchigomori and Yako were talking about.

Hanako’s a talented singer, yes. But.. He was tone deaf.

Kou face palmed.

Well, this was the soon to be start of The Toilet Band.

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CHAPTER 2 OF MY BRAND NEW AU!

Next chapter is: “A Deal”.

#anime #tbhk #jshk #jshk toilet group #tbhk toilet group #jshk au #tbhu au #jshk toilet band hanako kun au #tbhk toilet band hanako kun au #band au #jshk fanfic #tbhk fanfic #jshk nene #tbhk nene #jshk hanako #tbhk hanako #jshk aoi #tbhk aoi #jshk kou #tbhk kou #kou minamoto #minamoto kou #akane aoi girl #aoi akane girl #nene yashiro #yashiro nene #yugi amane #amane yugi #slight aoinene

[mushroom-for-art]

I should be writing shadow au oops, I'm sorry I am working on it slowly but these guys possessed me I wanted Syn to menace May and them chat about aus my brain is bouncing around XD enjoy! (Syn belongs to @seasidemew)

More multiverse shenanigans

May should've been working. May HAD been working, until the larger mewtwo decided to descend upon her. She could feel the warmth of his chest on her back as he leant over and into her body, arms wrapped around her his tail lightly hitting the floor as he purred quietly.

"Can I help you Syn?" She asked slightly amused by this sudden affection but also it was rather inconvenient.

"Mm…" He hummed softly, "No, I'm just glad you're so small and cuddly here." She sighed softly, feeling him give her a little squeeze like she was some plush teddiursa.

"Which world did you find out about then? Perfect or Poached?" She asked simply already aware of the many vast variations of herself and knowing those were the most recent and the only ones so far that played with her height. His tail stopped lightly thumping.

"What's poached.." She could tell by his tone he didn't know what it was and felt a bit of panic settle in.

"...oh you know..like with eggs…" May deflected keeping her eyes on the very interesting tiles on the floor.

"May. What happens in Poached." Syns arms shifted subtly to more restrain her preventing her from trying to duck or wiggle away but still remaining quite cuddly. She made a bit of a whine bringing a hand to cover her mouth as she mumbled.

"Ikindamaybegetcaughtinadarkball," she mumbles unintelligibly into her palm, his weight leans down more into her making her exhale softly in an oof.

"Careful big fella I can't support your whole weight!"

"Well I can't hear you when you're mumbling so I gotta lean closer," more of his weight presses down and she makes a slightly panicked 'ack' in response to his antics as he simply chuckled.

"Who the hell let you watch lilo and stitch alright give give a bit I can't talk like this," his weight lessens on her back as she sighs exaggeratedly before awkwardly fiddling with her hands.

"I get caught by poachers, caught in a dark ball..hence the name.."

"A, dark ball?" She audibly sucked air through her teeth at his question, hesitating on telling him.

"it's uh..type of pokeball poachers use…Darkness says the technology used is quite impressive actually, has a similar function to a master ball can capture any Pokemon instantly," she felt his weight shift, "hey I'm getting there!"

"You're stalling," His voice was a playful singsong.

"I know I'm stalling!" She emptily shouted back, "it's, not fun to talk about," her voice awkwardly quietened and she felt his weight lessen and heard a soft apology, she sighed, "the dark ball…it can enhance a pokemons original ability bringing it to it's highest possible level augmenting them to be even better than they were originally.."

"Why would that make you bigger?"

"Because I'm, not," she struggled for words, "apparently I have potential and I was meant to be tall and powerful and the dark ball artificial unlocks and forces that version of me into my most powerful state.." She didn't want to talk about the how it did that though. She felt him gently squeezing her body again but more as a hug.

He hung his head down a little besides her eyes screwed tight and she gently put her hand to his head rubbing the side of it comfortingly as he experienced new memories from across the multiverse.

"You're, yea, I see it, you're brutal.." He mumbles a bit as the new memory of the fighting ring enters her head.

"I guess so…guess being forced to max level does that..sorry about knocking you about so much." Memories of a fight began to form in both their heads as the new world grew and they became aware of it.

"Oh it's fine, it's kinda hot actually you're efficient," He chuckles, lifting his head up a bit to smirk at her playfully moving to gently bonk his head against hers to which she made a mock 'ow'.

"How come you hesitate on landing the match ending blow?" He furrows his brows at his memory.

"Because I don't want to hurt another mewtwo, not really, guess seeing your bloody bruised face was enough to get past the dark balls influence. Must have a thing for bloodied up pretty boys. Well gives you enough time to strike and then kick my ass." She laughed softly as he guiltily chuckled.

"Yeah I'm sorry, I really saw an opportunity and took it."

"Hey we were in a fight, i'd rather you won especially with your history." He hums above her gently squeezing her again.

"You, escape all that right? I don't recall seeing you again."

"Yea, I get out.. Thanks for asking, nice to know you care." He chuckled softly.

"I can care a bit!" She laughed a squeal as he squeezed her again, picking her up a bit before putting her down as he sighed softly in guilt, "I, actually learnt about the other one, Perfect was it? I'm, sorry for how I act there..I hear you saying you don't want to fight. I can see you dodging and avoiding fighting back and." He signed again, "all I can think about is how good it'll feel and how loud the audience will cheer when I take down such a big powerful opponent." She felt him squeeze her in guilt and moved her hand again to carefully hold the side of his face.

"Hey..its okay I get it I understand why, maybe I don't understand there at first but here I understand and I've hit you pretty hard and brutally before myself, I can't hold a grudge."

"You always fight like that to protect others or as a last ditch self preservation thing, it's not the same."

"What would've happened had you lost?" He went quiet in thought, turning his head away at the new suggested memories of losing and the fall out of it.

May was quiet as her hand moved once more to hold his face as he pressed into her touch knowing without him having to say that it would've been bad and although he did it for himself there was also a level of survival to it. She felt him purr softly against her hand.

"Feeling better now huh?" He hummed softly against her, "can I get back to work now ya great lug? I can feel something hard and pointy jabbing into me and I hope its that crystal." He howled an abrupt startled laugh at her joke moving instead to scoop her up into his arms ignoring her protesting.

"Oh no I think I'm going to steal you away for myself for a bit actually," He turned his head towards the general direction of the kitchen, "I'm stealing May for a bit, deal with it!" before turning to carry her out the restaurant leaving the owner quite confused.

"You put me down, this is kidnapping!" She couldn't hide the excited giggling in her tone as he carried her away.

"I just figured we should get some privacy if I'm gonna jab you with something hard and pointy." She squeal laughed into her hands as he carried her away kicking her feet in too much energy as his tail wagged behind him chuckling at her joy.

#My writing #May the mewtwo #@seasidemew oc #@seasidemew syn #cw mature humor #Tw mention of blood #The Perfect thing is in reference to my A little different fic but basically May there doesn't get the darkness megastone #So ends up a big big powerful girl because I've kinda started hc the synergy corruption in that megastone sapped Mays energy #Which stunted her so Perfect refers to her being 'perfect' because she's big and has powers but like also wow all trauma #Multiverse Syn really sees a tall powerful version of May and goes “THAT'S HOT” only to learn the version of him in that world absolutely #Beats the shit outta her in the battle ring because due to trauma May doesn't wanna fight back or hurt him and goes NOOOOOO #So goes to cuddle his tiny May because ough no stay tiny and perfect like this I don't wanna think about the sad :c #Multiverse Syn definitely has more empathy and cares more because hmm sometimes my wife yes lmao #Also you heard it here first folks bloody pretty boys are Mays type™️ XD probably why she helps him when he's injured #Not immune to a pretty boy bleeding out XD and yes she calls him a pretty boy he probably loves it like yes I AM pretty #I've not actually talked about poached before it's an au in my head so dw no ones missed anything #Her getting big is a reference to the tyranitar in the 4ever movie!! I'm allowed to bullshit cause that fucker gets big so may get big too!

[tiredassmage]

loyalties & betrayals

Aka that thing I said I’d play with about Iokath. Or at least it’s first rendition. An ambitious first rendition, because apparently I decided “let’s tackle (a) Tyr’s feelings about Acina saying that, (b) my desire to see Malavai Quinn and Tyr in the same room, and (c) that bastard new agent on the block who’s absolutely an ass for causing problems and let’s do it all in the same little fic.” Or at least introduce it.

So, while I stew over whether or not that is WAY too damn ambitious for me, lmao, I will merely release it here and it can maybe get added to the ao3 collection once I decide whether or not I want to keep all three of those pieces in the story. Bc right now it’s just my three latest and hottest ideas all squashed into one little fic and internal me is still trying to figure out whether or not that’s a little insane.

Anyway, the only warnings for this one are some minor spoilers for the premise of the War on Iokath, no content warnings apply, etc, etc. Featuring primarily Tyr and Theron (bc ofc) and potentially introducing Wraith as an Actual Problem for them and also potentially introducing Malavai Quinn as a new variable for Tyr and Theron, oopsie.

TLDR? Acina tells Tyr what she really thinks of his Intelligence career, Theron and Tyr try to wrangle with how a former successful Cipher-turned-Alliance Commander siding with the Galactic Republic totally burns more than a few bridges, and I unleash Wraith upon them all to potentially (definitely, if I let him) cause many, many problems relating to this whole incident for them much, much later.

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“Intelligence should have retired you when they had the chance!”

The stinging barb had barely registered with him in the moment it flew from Empress Acina’s lips; the immediate attack of Imperial forces on the Republic position had left him no time to lick the reopened and salted wound.

Tyr closed his eyes. He’d dreaded a day like this coming. As the Alliance’s efforts shifted to recovery in the aftermath of Vaylin’s defeat on Odessen, the inevitability of being made to choose sides once more crept back in slowly, lacing subtly through his veins as a slow-acting poison would.

Backed by the Eternal Fleet and a remaining standing army, he’d always known - or at least suspected - that the Empire and Republic would not long tolerate their presence.

He’d still desperately hoped that Valkorian’s defeat would finally leave him free of his last ties to the Empire. Foolish.

“... Commander..?”

Tyr blinked. He’d not heard anyone approach him; luckily for him, it was only Theron’s voice that finally cut through his troubled thoughts.

“Yes..?” He looked over his shoulder, confirming it was, indeed, his lover that had joined him.

“I thought you might want to know that a team caught up with Major Quinn,” Theron reported as he joined Tyr in overlooking the Republic base. “He’s being brought into custody as we speak.”

A slight frown pulled at Tyr’s lips. “Any sign of the other one, the sniper?”

Theron shook his head in the negative. “The troops reported a minor firefight, but couldn’t confirm his presence and they found no sign of him when they apprehended the Major. For now, the Major has claimed ignorance about his associate’s orders. Not sure how much of it I believe.”

The Commander’s frown set more deeply into his features. “Then we can probably assume he went scurrying back to Acina,” he said, a faint, anxious growl tainting his words subtly. “That bodes ill for all of us.”

Theron folded his arms across his chest with a concerned frown, watching his lover carefully. He’d barely met his gaze once. This wasn’t like him. “Tyr..?” His name barely caught his attention. “Hey…” He butted an elbow into Tyr’s arm, unwilling to accept ‘no’ for an answer. “What’s up with you? You’ve been off-balance ever since the fighting stopped.”

And why wouldn’t he be? Theron realized. He couldn’t lie; he’d been relieved he wouldn’t be fighting the Republic today, no matter how awkward the family reunion would be. (Little could have made it worse short of choosing his former-Imperial Cipher boyfriend over the Republic, so he was grateful he wasn’t going to have to explain that one any time soon).

But Tyr would. If they hadn’t started shooting first, he supposed. That he’d chosen the Republic, Theron’s advice, over a standing arrangement with the Empress, his own home, he…

Well, he’d been trying to avoid ever thinking about what that might be like. And yet he’d all but begged Tyr to do exactly that.

“What?” Tyr asked, finally half-dragging his gaze from the soldiers filing back into the Republic base below them. The glaze over his eyes seemed to finally start dissipating.

Theron frowned worriedly. “Tyr… Are you alright..?”

Where to even begin..? Tyr shook his head slightly, but turned away from him to drag a hand over his face.

Cipher. Outlander. Commander. Traitor. It was all catching up to him and he wasn’t any better prepared to face it, even with an entire Alliance behind him, than he had been on Marr’s ship, or Ziost, or, hell, the frontlines of the battle for Corellia. It was hard to make contingency plans for shit like this when he’d expected his… “stunts” to catch up with him much earlier than this.

“I’m… It’s been a long day, Theron.” And there’s so much I haven’t told you. And now was not the time to begin. Not with Acina doubtlessly seething and plotting their demise - and in the middle of a Republic military base.

Some sick irony this was, wasn’t it? This was not how the double agent had ever quite imagined revealing his cards.

And they still didn’t have the Eternal Fleet back online. Some alliance they offered, huh?

“I admire the line you walk between ingenuity and obedience… Just ensure it does not leave you without recourse.”

Doctor Lokin would have been disappointed, he thought. He’d quite thoroughly burned his bridges today between scorning Acina’s partnership and putting military support behind the Republic forces here with no real guarantees. If that superweapon was half as powerful as Lana’s predictions, he didn’t like the idea of anybody having it, even the Alliance alone.

“I… I can’t imagine what I’ve put you through…”

Pain laced through his chest. He looked sharply back at his boyfriend and shook his head, certainly this time. “Theron, don’t,” he pleaded softly, “I made the call. I knew what the consequences might look like.”

It was sickening and… almost funny, in a twisted way… A part of him had longed for the day he’d be able to say those words, and yet, now that it was here…

Well… A part of him had dared to hope for better circumstances than these, no matter how naive it’d been in the first place.

“No, I… I asked you to do something I… I’m not sure I’d be able to do… Or handle half as well, at the very least,” Theron said, his hands settling on his hips as his gaze fell to the ground. “It… took a lot to stand up to Acina like that, I’m sure. And… I’d be lying if I said it… wasn’t what I wanted you to say…”

A weak half-smile crossed the Commander’s lips. “Theron, if I didn’t value your input, I wouldn’t have asked for it,” he said. “And… need I remind you that I love you..?”

Theron smiled faintly in return. “Yeah… I just… If I pressured you today…”

Tyr shook his head. “No,” he said. “Acina broke our standing agreement. She knew that when she brought her forces here. We didn’t win a war against Zakuul just to submit to demands closer to home.”

That’s… what he’d maintain, at least. It was the answer for the Alliance.

“Besides, I… have my history with Acina… I… I should have suspected something like this sooner rather than later.” Darth Acina, formerly. He should have known better than to be taken in by their alliance on Dromund Kaas after it had been the Council that-

“Tyr?” Theron’s brow had knitted in concern again. “Is there…?”

The Commander’s head dropped and turned away from his lover once more, lest he reveal the weakness that threatened to break him.

“Not here,” he said. “It… It was a long time ago. We have a war to worry about.”

A ring on Theron’s holo saved him from scrambling for any further covers. It rang again as Theron hesitated, watching him in his worried way.

Tyr cleared his throat and shook his head, slipping back into the collected facade of Commander. “That’s probably your team,” he said. “Put them through. I’d like to speak to the Major upon their return.”

“Tyr-”

“Not now,” Tyr clipped, though it hurt to cut off the one person he knew he could have spoken to. “Later, I promise…”

“Alright,” Theron sighed. “But I’m here for you if you need it, alright?”

“I know.”

“Alright... Then let’s see what they’ve got,” Theron said as he pulled out his holo.

“Commander!” A soldier flickered into view and snapped off a salute. “Glad to see you, sir! We have the Major in custody, as requested.”

“Very good,” Tyr replied, “If it’s alright with Commander Malcolm, I’d like to speak to him. Alone, preferably.”

“I’m sure it can be arranged, sir. I will inform him at once. He can meet you at the center of base, sir.”

“Very well. We’ll be there soon.”

The soldier offered a final salute in closing and Theron stashed the holo again. “Wanna let me in on your plan for this one?” he asked.

“Major Malavai Quinn,” Tyr said, “Lana’s told me a bit about his service our people managed to dig up. I want to see if I can convince him of some reason.”

Theron cocked his head curiously. “‘Reason?’ You want to turn him on Acina?”

“He isn’t the first one the Empire has used and left behind,” Tyr said with a mildly grim frown, “If I can get through to him, the information he has on her operations could be invaluable. And we need information on that agent she sent with him. Codename ‘Wraith.’ If that’s the same Wraith I know about, it can’t be anything good.”

“Well, that sounds delightful. Do I wanna know why?”

“Former Sith Intelligence agent, and a young hotshot Cipher operative promoted when the Treaty of Coruscant went up in flames, back before the Council gutted Imperial Intelligence,” Tyr explained. “Brutal. Reckless, even, some said. But overall efficiency kept him on the payroll - not to mention the influence of a few Sith Lords.” The Commander frowned, rolling his jaw in consideration. “I want a strict do not engage order out to our forces if they find him. He’s dangerous, Theron. And we don’t know nearly enough about what he’s doing at Acina’s side to risk tangling with him yet.”

“Understood. I’ll get the word out while you have a chat with our Major. Shall we?”

“Yes,” he agreed. “The sooner we find an advantage over Acina, the better.”

#swtor #dot plays the star war #ch: tyr #swtor fanfiction #will i follow up on this? a mystery #i feel slightly better having brought it into some sort of messy existence though #i think my hesitance with enacting this entirely is 'damn how complicated AM i going to make this poor boy's life for real?' #my silly little oc npc thoughts vs the corresponding mental gymnastics of keeping all that shit straight that i'd tweak to make this real #anyway its midnight what's the worst that could happen!!!

[avengersfluff02]

Get Back Up, Don’t Go Rogue

This is my first fic, and some feedback would greatly appreciated.  I know that I switch between first and third person a lot, I just find it easier to write in first person.  I also apparently don’t know how to change the formatting back now

I’m also very bad with titles, and I don’t think anyone’s actually going to read this.  Oh well, at least I can be anonymous and let my somewhat creative side out here.

Word Count: 1,295 words

For as long as I can remember, I have been friends with Team Starkid.  When I was seven, my parents took me to see A Very Potter Musical, and the Starkids must have seen something special in me.  A year later, I got a call and was asked if I would like to participate in A Very Potter Sequel as Hermione Granger’s sister Roxanne or Roxy.  Needless to say, I accepted and got very close to all the cast.

Fast-forward to now, and we were getting ready to go on our second tour, which we named the Apocalyptour.  We had already been rehearsing for a while, and tonight was the night of our first show in Chicago.  As a ten year old, I guess I should have been more nervous, but I didn’t think that I had anything to worry about. Boy, how wrong I was.

I was dressed in ripped jean shorts, combat boots, a white tank top, with a short sleeve jean jacket, my mic pack hidden under my jacket, and my mic over my ear. I was holding a tiny monkey, and looking at Jamie in curiosity while she read from the “cryptic Mayan tablet”.  The next thing I knew, I heard Jim growl into his mic “STARKID”, and let me tell you, I was not prepared for that.  I basically backed into Brian Holden and Jamie with genuine fear in my eyes, shaking.  Very subtly, Jamie rubbed my arm, but for the rest of the show, I was on edge.

The minute the show ended, I ran off stage, got changed back into my street clothes, and waited for Julia to take me back to the hotel room, while everyone else was going to “have fun” at the hotel bar.  What I didn’t realize was that Jamie was going to talk about what happened with me with everyone.

“Hey everyone, did Y/N seem off to you guys earlier during the show?  Before ‘Get Back Up’, I think that she was scared of seeing you in costume, Jim, and hearing your character for the first time.  I actually felt her shaking when you came on stage after I read from the tablet,” Jamie finished.

“Now I feel bad,” Jim said, hanging his head.  “What should we do to cheer her up?” asked Joe, who was still wearing Jamie’s short shorts.

Jamie had a positively evil look in her eye as she explained her plan.

Later that night, around 2:00am, I was awoken by hushed voices around the king-sized bed that I was sharing with Julia, a full size stuffed animal dog, and four beanie babies.  I started to turn in my sleep until I crashed into a solid object, which I proceeded to try to hug in my half-awake state.  When that object suddenly poked my side however, I let out a mutter of discomfort and started to roll over to my other side.  To tell you that my brain took a few minutes to fully comprehend what just happened would be a lie.  It took a minute, and by that time, it was too late.

“Well, look at what we have here”, Dylan mocked, as I tried to remember if we were having a sleepover or not.

“Uh, guys, I think she’s still half-asleep, so let’s just cut to the chase,” Julia whispered.  “This will be over soon, I promise,” she murmured to me.

Lauren immediately turned on the lights, and I instinctively moved my hands to my eyes to shut out the light, but to my utter shock, found that I couldn’t move my hands or arms at all.  I looked up and saw Brian Holden (Brolden) and Meredith each pinning one of my arms to the bed.  I lifted my head as much as I could, and saw Dylan and Joey down by my feet, Brian Rosenthal (Brosenthal) and Joe each lightly pressing down on my calves, and Julia (with reluctance in her eyes) and Jim poised above my thighs.  I was wondering where Jamie was, when I saw her and Lauren perched on either side of the bed with their fingers resting on my hip and ribs, respectively.

“Ready to kick things up a notch, fellas?” Jamie smirked as she began counting down.

“Wait, what’s happening, no, this is not what I wanttedd to haphpen!” I started to giggle, as they began to tickle me, literally having no idea why this was happening in the first place.

“Really, because I heard that you were on edge tonight, and we need to get your spirits back up,” Lauren chirped as she started counting my ribs.

“Yeah, we wanted to make sure that you knew who was in charge here, and to fear us with every fiber of your being!” Dylan spoke in his “Pincer” voice, laughing as I tried to move my foot away from his wicked fingers.

That, with the combined knee scratches and squeezes Julia was alternating between, Brosenthal spidering my calf, and Joey scratching my heel were enough to drive me crazy, but not at the level of laughter that the cast wanted.

“Thihs kinda feehls nice, but like also amateurs couhld do bethter than this!” I mocked, my laughter going up an octave.

“You want professionals kid? We’ll show you!” I didn’t even need to move my head to hear Jamie’s evil “Neato” voice.

I don’t know what part of me thought this was a good idea, but I decided to be cheeky. “I’m noht scared ohf you!  Gihve me youhr worsht!” I cried.

Suddenly, one of my armpits was being poked, and the other was being scratched at.  I instinctively bucked my hips and legs upward, and accidentally threw Lauren off of me.  If that wasn’t bad enough, Jamie decided to straddle me, and dig into my hips.

“We just wanted to make sure that you don’t fear the almighty ‘Ma’au Guurit’ and her minions” Jim growled as he dug into my right thigh.

“AAAAHHH, what YOHU DHO THAT fohr?” I cackled out, not quite ready to tap out yet, but almost to that point.

“We just wanted to make sure that our prisoner is getting cheered up, and not so scared for the rest of the shows!” Joe smiled as he continued to spider his fingers all over my soles.

“I PROMIHSE TO BE HAHPPY AND LEHESS SCARREDD FROHM NOW ON! UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE!” I shouted, accidentally hitting Brolden’s leg trying to tap out.

“I’hm sorhry that I was scahred of your character,” I let residual giggles out, with a yawn interrupting my sentence.

“Uh, Y/N, can you let me go now?” Meredith questioned, turning to face me just to see that I had fallen asleep.

“Well, I guess we’ll stay here then tonight,” Joey whispered as he got on the floor next to Lauren.

The next day, when I woke up, I was very confused to find the whole cast in the room, but luckily, Julia was already up and had gotten me Starbucks, so I put that thought out my mind.  

It wasn’t until I was getting dressed for the show, and Meredith poked my side, that I remembered what had occurred the night before.  I decided to go up to Jim, and hug him.

“Sorry for getting scared of your character yesterday,” I mumbled as I hugged him.

“It’s okay, it was your first time hearing me use that voice, and we should have told you earlier, but now we know how to cheer you up if we need to!” He winked at me.

“Or if I’m being annoying,” I smiled as he laughed.

“Let’s go save the world!” I told my fellow Starkids, as the music for Me and My Dick/Ready to Go started.

#ticklefic #ticklish reader #ticklish!reader #starkid #apocalyptour #team starkid

[beefandwellington-hopstops]

3 am Gryffindor Dorm Room

Quick one shot story from an original idea from @brslsk 

Prompt: [3am, Gryffindor dorm]

Sirius: *crawls out from behind remus' bed curtain*

Regulus: *peeks out from behind james bed*

Sirius:

Regulus:

Regulus: so you-

Sirius: what the fuck are you doing here

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You know you would think they would realize that I have the worst sleep schedule after living with me for 6 years but no, somehow all my friends are just completely oblivious to the fact that I know all about their secrets exploits with each other and with a certain green robed, long-haired boy. 

I’ve known Sirius and Remus was a thing before they even knew they were a thing. I mean come on, Im pretty sure Sirius doesn’t even know the word subtly exists. As for Remus sometimes I feel for they guy I mean being a werewolf and trying to come to terms that your in love with one of your male best friends isn’t what I would categorize and the easiest life on the planet. But hey he got to the conclusion in the end, even though he has yet to tell us, we all know. But we don’t press the topic because we don’t want him to feel pressured to tell us how he feels, but we all know, and sometimes I think he knows we know. 

As for James, I was definitely a little shocked about that one, I mean come on that man had the biggest heart eyes for Evans since the minute we boarded the train first year. But, I guess actually being friends with her changed how he sees her, and she seems to be loving her friendship with James and her romantic relationship with that one huffelpuff I just literally can never remember the name of.

Now that was a shock but you know the shocker that really hit the most, was out of every boy in the castle somehow he landed with Regulus Black. The brother of his brother. (Which yes I know sounds weird and sounds like they should also be brothers but not in this instance okay its not any of that weird pureblood shit, even though that would makes sense if it was.) 

Remus and Sirius I can deal with, hell I have dealt with that for I don’t know how long. It's easy with them because they are in the same house and just like can oogle and be close to each other without it being weird.

James and Reg though that was different. You could cut glass with the amount of tension their long stairs across the great hall create. It's harder for the being in different houses. Even worse when the houses hate each other. 

For awhile I thought James would never grow the balls to actually go up to Reg and ask him out because he was not only afraid of how reg would react but also what that would said about him. (Come on guys coming to terms with your sexuality isn’t exactly the easiest thing on the planet.) 

Of course I was the first one to know, seeing as I always had the map on hand. Its not that I didn’t love being with them, I just have a low social battery. If I was completely honest with you sometimes I went to hang out with the girls. They were just so calm and sometimes I needed the breath of fresh air from my amazing yet incredibly insane friends. Because I was always up in the tower, I always got to keep the map. And let me tell you, I know just about everything that goes on in this castle. Especially when it comes to my friends. 

One night I saw them in one of class rooms just the two of them, really I was happy for James for finally getting over the fear and talking to Reg. What I didn’t expect was to see the same thing the next night, and the night after that. One of the nights I was able to see James right after and man, that boy had the picture perfect definition of sex hair. 

So yeah, I’ve know, I’ve known the whole time and its kinda sad they don’t realize but I enjoy being the silent watcher. To be completely honest I thought everything between the 4 of them was just going to keep going on in secret until they accidentally caught one another. Never did I expect it to be in our room, on the same night, who would have thought. (Not me!)

We had just thrown a party to celebrate the cup win after we brutally beat ravenclaw. So I had expected Remus and Sirius to be in bed together, alcohol makes them way more horny than normal. What I didn’t expect after my nap in the girls dorm (Alcohol makes me tired and I went up there with Mary to grab something and just decided to nap there), was for James to not be at the party anymore. Usually he was plastered and would pass out on the couch but not this time. Instead when I went back to the dorm I found his curtains tightly shut. Obviously I knew what was going on, checking the map was just to double check. 

And sure as shit, there it was, Regulus Black was in James Potters bed. 

Being as refreshed as I was from my nap in the girls room. There was no way I was missing out on what was about to unfold. I knew Sirius wouldn’t spend the night with Remus in his bed in fear of getting caught, and for some reason I just had the feeling I was going to watch some awkward interaction happen between some paring of the four. And man oh man was I right. 

I was sitting under my sheets reading some muggle book Remus had (honestly my guilt pleasure), when I heard Remus’s curtains ruffle. I quickly turned off my light and watched Sirius begin to slowly make his way out of the bed. (I had left my front curtains open so I could witness any action that takes place). 

Just like clock work (and my sixth sense), there was a stirring in James bed too. (Oh this is gonna be interesting).

As Sirius was sitting up on the edge of the bed, Regulus peaked his out of James bed. 

In the dark of the moment Sirius couldn’t tell it was his younger brother and not James sticking his head out. But then he noticed and I swear you could hear the whomping willow shaking its branches in the far off distance. 

Regulus was the first to speak “So you-“

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sirius said in a tone I have yet to ever hear from him. 

“What are you doing here?”

“You git I fucking leave here what the fuck do you mean what am I doing here.” Sirius said this loudly enough to completely wake the other two boys. I at this time decided that I was awoken by the commotion but we really know the truth (they don’t need to know that though). 

Remus was the first to speak, “Sirius what’s wrong?”

“Moony what wrong, you ask what’s wrong, if you look casually over you will see my git of a brother in my other brothers bed” 

“Sirius how bout we not put it that way” I quickly interjected. 

Regulus was also fast to respond to Sirius’s rather weird explanation of everything going on, “How ‘bout we not phrase it like that, we have enough incest in the family already .” 

“Oh you shut it you, you have no right to be in here. What are you doing in here in the first place, more specifically prongs bed.” 

“I could ask you the same question you know, as to why you are in Remus’ bed instead of your own.”

“No, no, no, no you have no authority here to be asking any questions.” 

What was weirdest in this moment was how silent James has been, I could see he was awake just like Remus but has yet to put his two sense into the conversation going on. 

“Prongs, why is my atrocity of a brother in your bed at 3am, better yet why is he even here at all?” 

James stared at Sirius for a long moment before answering, “Well padfoot, the same reason you are in Moony’s bed.” 

Oh my Godric I was not AT ALL expecting that, go prongs honestly. I thought for sure he was going to go a different route. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Padfoot, you know exactly what I am talking about.” 

Silence, Complete and utter silence. 

No one spoke it was just Sirius and James staring at one another. Honestly it got to the point where someone needed to break the ice, and I knew damn well none of them were going to, so here I come “saving" the day? 

“Okay listen” I started, they all quickly turned and looked at me. 

“Don’t sit there trying to play the game with each other that you are both going to try to play off that you have no idea what the other is talking about. We are all too smart for that frankly. Sirius, Remus, guys I love you to absolute death alright, but everyone and their mothers know you guys are in love with each other, and we were letting you take you time but guys at this point just admit it no one cares, really know one does okay. You don’t have to tell everyone, but at least admit it to us. You guys are shit liars and also way too touchy to be more than mates.” 

Remus looked fully embarrassed at this point and punched Sirius in the shoulder whispering a quick “I told you were way to touchy in public” 

At this point I turn to look at James. 

“James, you think if we don’t care about them we would care about you? Hell me and the girls have known for Godric knows how long. The only issue here is Regulus. But Sirius give him a chance if he makes you bestmate/ brother that happy, try and figure it out for the sake of him, because he would do the same for you. Plus we all know you still love him so lets all take a breather and maybe go back to bed and think about what just happened and deal with it in the morning after mulling it all over okay?” 

Yet again they just stared at him in complete and utter dismay. 

“Peter how did you know?” That was regulus finally speaking. 

“I sit here with the map most days just watching Regulus, there isn’t a secret meet up in this castle that I don’t know about, I enjoy it, knowing more than everyone else, gives that weird type of power you know. But right now Im completely beat and I want to sleep so can you all just deal with this in the morning.” 

With his final words Remus pulled Sirius to him and whispered a quick couple words into his ear. Sirius reluctantly nodded and looked at Regulus and James. 

“We’ll talk about this in the morning.” 

The both quickly nodded, while Remus and Sirius crawled back into his bed, shutting the curtains and hitting it with a silencing spell.

Regulus looked shocked and went to lay back in bed, but James just sat their looking at Peter.

“Thanks Pete, you know we don’t give enough credit sometimes.” He finally said. 

“You’re welcome prongs, it's okay I know what Im worth, goodnight.” 

“Night Pete.” 

I went to bed quite peacefully that night. The next morning though, now that is completely different story. 

#Maruders #Sirius Black #sirius x lupin #wolfstar #James Potter #regulas black #peter pettigrew #gryffindor #hogwarts #Harry Potter #marauders era

[danganfan103]

Danganmon: Extended Epilogues

12 people who were once Pokemon, now turned human (I forgot the name and I'm too lazy to look back for the name since my Instagram is glitching making it harder to go onto guides- it's hard to explain) find themselves in an interview when the suddenly need to leave. They then have to stay in a hotel for a period of time. There, our protagonist, Snom, becomes friends with a certain mastermind's sister, Candella. But when Candella is kidnapped by an abomination resembling the appearance of Maya, will they be able to save her with the others? If you want to find our, read Danganmon Extended Epilogues!

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Hmmm, anyone wanna hear how I talk when I read the dialogue of certain characters?- Look it's really funny. For Viktor, I give him my Russian accent which is literally the worst Russian accent ever but hey, it's for fun. I'd give Candella a French accent but I can't do a bri'ish accent, let alone a french. I also love the one for Gertrude. I give her a squidward voice basically and it sounds so fucking funny. But now to the actual story and some recommendations for why to read. First of all, Candella and Snom's relationship. Whether you see it platonic or romantic, though Snom may be aro, I can't see the flags behind them too well, they are adorable together! Honestly, I'd just like seeing an hour of Candella in general. She better live, I swear. Oh and everyone being a jerk back to Viktor because they're sick of his shit. That's certainly gotten a few laughs out of me. Another interesting part is watching the cast try to escape wherever they are, I'm calling it "DFCI's Basement". There's also a bit of a mystery to it. Like, I've basically figured it out what's happening at this point but I always wonder to myself, is there something deeper to this? Because, there might be. I also like the development they're giving to some of these characters. Like, I feel like each of them is growing and changing in a way, some more subtly, some more obviously. So, if you want a story with funny interactions, good development, and an interesting story, read Danganmon: Extended Epilogues!

Spoilers and Predictions

Annette is the other traitor. I'm sorry, she is such a sussy baka! First of all, she was on guard duty with Cogsworth in, I think, Chapter 3. They said they found nothing but what if that's because they both went out and talked to the Cyrillo x Wimessir: Together Forever abomination. Plus, when they were recounting how they found their talent with Candella, they were making plans on what to do when they get out. What if that was so they could kidnap Candella and bring her to Cyrillo x Wimessir: Together Forever. Sorry Annette fans, I'm one as well, but she is so suspicious, I swear. But now onto who I think will die. Let's get who I think will survive out of the way: Gertrude and Cogsworth. Gertrude is going through development and I can tell that Cogsworth will soon. Now, for everyone else...

Chapter 5

Giselle or Viktor: I'm putting these two together cause if either of them die, the other survives. If Viktor died, I feel like it'd make Giselle realize she can't be so depressed and because of this, she'd try to live on to have a happy life for Viktor, Luis, and Yukio. If Giselle died, Viktor would realize he can't be suck a bitch and try to survive to be a better person for Giselle. I can't see the both of them dying, but I 100% can see one of them dying here

Hanayo: If Giselle and Viktor don't die somehow, I believe Hanayo would be the victim as a sacrifice. She's become stronger and more brave throughout the whole game so I think she'd protect everyone and die. Because of this, this'd motivate Gretchen to survive on.

Chapter 6

Snom and Candella: I feel like either of them would sacrifice themself for the other. I feel like Together Forever would end up resulting in Snom or Candella in danger. The other sees this and protects the other, dying in the process. It'd most likely be Candella who sacrificed herself but it'd be a huge twist if Snom died so I'm leaning towards them cause of that and DEFINITELY NOT CAUSE I'D GO INSANE IF CANDELLA DIES!

Annette: Like I've mentioned before, I believe Annette is the other traitor. I feel as in a moment of redemption, she'd sacrifice herself for everyone else. In that final moment however I think Annette can finally has a moment where she frowns, due to the fact she's, well, dying. It'd show progression because she finally let herself frown and not smile.

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Shield Stealing (Clint Barton X Teen!Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Clint Barton X Teen!Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Request: First off, I love your writing, it's amazing! Could I request a platonic Clint x teen!reader where the reader is Nat's daughter and Clint teaches the reader to commit mischief around the compound much to Nat's dismay? Thanks love!

The sound of cursing followed by giggling around the compound had become a normal and regular occurrence in the last few weeks, more than usual when Tony was in a silly mood. Infact, sometimes he was the one cursing. The source of all this mischief and chaos was two people: Barton and Romanoff- though not the Romanoff that immediately popped to mind. Oh no, it was an even more terrifying Romanoff. 

“Natasha where the hell is your daughter?” Rogers asked the red head as soon as he forced open the door to the meeting room she was in with Fury- who was also conversating with her about her daughter. 

“God dammit, what’s the kid done now?” Fury huffed, putting his hand on his hips, looking from Romanoff who was sick to death of being told off for her daughter’s antics, to Roger who was sick to death of being the target of the antics. 

“Stole the shield- and hacked Friday so she’s unresponsive- Tony’s on it but apparently they’ve done more than cut a few wires- they actually took some completely and he’s struggling to find replacements.” The captain explained as Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“They?... Are you telling me Barton helped her disengage a vital line of defence in the name of a damn prank?!” 

“There’s no way she did it alone- she’s smart but she doesn’t have the technological knowledge to not electrocute herself.” Natasha groaned. “But Clint does.” 

Fury would have liked to have been surprised, but it was well known now that you two were two peas in a pod, partners in crime. Clint taught you everything he knew when it came to tricks and pranks and how to get away with it- there was even a period where there were suspicions that Loki was pretending to be Barton because of his increased mischief, but Thor quickly put that to rest, and it became clear it was purely because of the chaotic vibes you emitted rubbing off on him. 

“Any idea on where they are, Romanoff?” Fury asked, turning his attention to the red head, who nodded. “Can I promise you’ll deal with them?” 

 “Shhhhh!” Clint whispered while also giggling, as you tried to keep your giggles down yourself as you both laid on the floor of the ventilation walkways, trying to make as little noise as possible after your last little prank. You sat up, poking Clint to look at you, as you held up the Shield. 

“Look, I'm Captain America.” You said in a goofy voice, immediately cracking yourself and Clint up as you laid back on the floor, holding your stomach that was starting to ache. 

“When you’re done playing can he have his shield back?” The sound of your mom made you automatically scream and jump up, Clint right behind you, creating a barrier between you and your mom, who stood there with her arms crossed.

“Hey Nat, I was wondering when you were gonna join us.” Clint commented. Clint tried to subtly signal you to make a run for it, and you took a step back to turn and run. 

“Y/N Romanoff the only place you’re running to is home, you’re grounded for a month.” Natasha  called at you, and you froze for a moment, turning to your mom and giving a thumbs up. 

“Okay mom, sure thing.” You said before turning and running. Natasha’s attention then fell onto Clint, who smiled. 

“Am I grounded?” 

“I got yelled at by Fury, I’m gonna kick your ass.” She responded, starting to speed walk towards him, and Clint prepared for the beating of a lifetime. Meanwhile, your mom hadn’t noticed that you had the shield with you still, and fully intended to hide it in your room for as long as possible… maybe you could get Tony’s intern to help you hide it. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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Jasie Voorhees.

Buff 6’2” forest lady.

Struggles with her hair because it’s hard for her to grow it evenly, so she settles for an asymmetrical cut. She won’t shave it cause it makes her feel more pretty.

10/10 smoochable butch forest wife.

Michelle A. Myers

Athletic build and mega tall. 6’7-6’8” grunge lady.

Her hair is an absolute rats nest, but she won’t bother to cut/brush it. Honestly, it’ll be easier to chop the majority if it than try to sift through all the knots.

If resting bitch face had a mascot.

Dalia “Jenna Olsen” Johnson

We love a tiny trans Asian lady. She can absolutely kick my ass while making terrible one liner puns. we stan her.

Lean and subtly muscular, do not be deceived by her unassuming 5’1-5’2” height. She has a blood lust that’s insatiable and a grip good enough to break your hands.

“Jenna” however is just a playful and sweet lady, totally not a cover for Dalia’s maniacal stabby needs. Jenna makes cookies for the office, Dalia makes homicide headlines.

Bubby Sawyer

I honestly love her the most- Unapologetically made her a squishy precious bunny, I don’t even care if it’s inaccurate, I love her. Best wife. I would give my left leg just to have the privilege to spoil her.

Stands at about 5’7” and all that extra squish is great for her sisters to hug. Are dresses hard to find? Yes, but it’s fine! She can’t adjust them with her trusty sewing machine.

She does indeed make her own jewelry. Yeah, they’re made of teeth and stuff but hey! She’s thrifty.

Breah Heelshire

This woman absolutely has back problems from bending to climb through the walls. Clingy wall wife needs attention. In any form.

Stands at exactly 5’6” and is an unassuming body type. She appears thin and frail, a fast metabolism is to thank for the most part. This is amplified by her loose clothing, but do not be fooled, her boney hands have strength. Be wary of her handshakes, she’s gotten bad at grip control.

If I didn’t struggle drawing it so much she’d absolutely be featured with body hair. (I’m still practicing, I’m trying I swear-)

Thea Hewitt

STRONG WIFE BUFF WIFE BIG WIFE

Is just shy of 6’0” by a few centimeters. She’s got a lot of muscle under a layer of softness, perfect for hugs. Covered in freckles & scars that are perfect to smooch.

She is very insecure about not being conventionally feminine, makes her think that (on top of her skin problems/face) she’d be a terrible spouse, so no one will want her. SHE IS WRONG! She is best wife. Those strong arms were made for snuggles, damnit.

Bo-Lynn Sinclair

Do not call her by her full name, just pick one of the parts and stick with it. Say “Bo” or say “Lynn”. Using her full name will get you throat punched.

She actually takes her physique rather seriously, she’s pretty proud of her toned muscles and thinks it suits her relatively butch type. The fact she’s 5’8” helps, obviously. BUT SHE HAS SOME SQUISHY! Mostly in her stomach, it’s not as much as Bubby or Thea, but it is there!

Her hair is so damn frizzy though. Do you know what happens when you take wavy/slightly curly, thick hair and put it in humid-hot weather? Disaster. Disaster happens.

Veronica Sinclair

You can’t tell me she didn’t have an emo phase in middle school, she still wears her hair like it./hj Her hair is so silky smooth though, she takes very good care of it. ...ignore all the wax & paint in it.

5’8” with a nearly identical body to her twin, just less muscular, because she doesn’t focus on that kind of exercise. She’s too focused on her art.

I think that Vincent can actually talk, just not very well, and he chooses not too. So I think Veronica would have an angelic voice, even if she struggles with some words because her scar travels to the side of her mouth.

Leslie Sinclair

Listen, I know I made this design, but I’m very gay for it. I’m not trying to be egotistical, but I think I made her adorable, and I love her.

She doesn’t resemble her twins as much as they resemble each other for obvious reasons, but she has a few features that are easy to pick out amongst all three of them. Still, she has some obvious differences too. More weight in the hips & thighs, thinner facial features, 5’5-5’6”, and with less muscle bulk. She has the fastest metabolism.

She keeps her hair short so it doesn’t get in the way. Leslie will usually tie a handkerchief around her head to push it back further. She’s always out gathering stuff(hence all her bracelets & necklaces), long hair would get things stuck in it & get caught on things. So eventually she just chopped it all with craft scissors.

Billie Lenz

Her name was the most obvious change, I could’ve been more creative but listen, whatever Billy’s energy is, it screams the name Billy, so it stays.

5’0” and small enough to hide in your closet. She’s perfect size & flexible enough to sneak into your cupboards. Sneaky lady with poofy hair & a lot of harmful stims.

Billie is bumping into shit, constantly. Bruises everywhere. And she scratches at her collarbones a lot, if you couldn’t tell. Please help her replace this habit, she’s gonna scar so bad- She picks at the scabs! She’s gonna get an infection I swear-

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