When you manage to make Oliver stark look small - you are a unit!!
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Transformers G1 S2 ep 15 - Megatron's master plan part 1
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I want to be cuddled.
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food/ed talk
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my fear of roaches is so severe now....yes I CAN grab them with a paper towel and throw them outside without breaking a sweat and yes I AM the bug catcher in most of my living situations but I'm dying inside and if a hot girl WANTED to fall in love with me and catch them for me from now on I would Not say no
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Guys I was about to take a shower and found a cricket inside NO JOKE the size of my thumb I was sooooo brave and caught him and brought him outside he's good now ✌️
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The smell of freshly cooked dinner filled Simon’s nostrils as he walked through the front door. He felt the weight of the world leave his shoulders the minute he entered his home.
“Where are my girls?” He called out, an elated smile forming on his lips as his daughter bounded the corner, running straight toward her dad.
“Daddy!” She cried out, her arms stretched wide as she launched herself into Simon’s awaiting arms. “You’re home!”
“That I am, bug. I’ve missed you.” Simon held his little girl tight, making his way into the kitchen. “Has mommy missed me, too?”
“Only a little.” You teased, turning from your spot at the stove to press a loving hiss to your husband’s lips. Been awfully lonely without you home, soldier. Welcome back.”
“I helped with dinner!” Your daughter cried out, bringing the attention back to her. “I helped mommy cut the veggies!”
“Did you now? Well now I’m even more excited for dinner.” Simon ruffled her hair, before pulling you into his side. “I’m a lucky man to come home to you two.”
Simon lived for these moments, moments he never knew he would get to have. A house of his own, a family who loved him unconditionally..Simon couldn’t picture a more perfect life for himself.
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You and Simon laid in your shared bed that night, your daughter passed out in between the two of you as you gazed affectionately at one another.
“We really missed you, Simon. She’s slept in our bed every night since you’ve been gone. Insists on sleeping on your side of the bed feels like you’re lying there with her.” You gave Simon a small smile, reaching for his hand. “She’s without a doubt a daddy’s girl.”
Simon chuckled softly, his insides warming at your comment. Gods he loved his family. “I missed you guys too. Feels so good to be back. It’s never easy leaving you.”
You pursed your lips, preparing to ask the question you always dreaded asking. “How…how long are you home for? How long do we get to keep you?”
Simon’s eyes fell to his daughter for a moment his expression softening before looking back up at you. “You’ve got me for good, now. I put my papers in with Price this morning.”
You looked up at your husband of five years, the love of your life, the father of your child- and felt tears pool in yours eyes. “You’re..you’re home for good?”
Simon gave you a wobbly smile, tears of his own beginning to fall down his cheeks. “I am.”
“You’re sure? Simon, it’s a big decision, the military… it’s your life and-.”
“It was my life.” Simon cut you off, gripping your hands firmly in his. “Now I’ve got my girls. I’ve got a reason to live. I’m home, sweetheart and I’m staying.”
You let out an elated laugh, waking your daughter up, and threw your arms around Simon, your daughter squished in between the two of you.
It was in that moment, Simon knew that staying home for good with his girls… was the best possible decision he could’ve ever made. He was truly home for good, at last.
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Jadeee you are feeding us well today (screw those anons) if you’re still taking requests i thought the “would you still love me as a worm” prompt was funny and am curious to see Steve’s version if possible? If you’re not taking requests, so sorry!
hi! tysm for requesting ♡ fem!reader
Steve arrives with a shout and a loud bang. You glance up from your book, ear turned to the stairs as he hisses a swear.
"You okay?" you call.
He swears again. "Hey! I forgot you were coming over tonight."
You lounge in his bed in pyjamas he bought for you, your hair out of your face, completely at home. "Your bed is more comfortable than mine."
Steve bounds up the steps from the sounds of it, mildly breathless but beaming as he passes the threshold and launches himself at you. You shriek as he crushes the pages of your book between you, his hands needling under your back and his weight on your stomach. "You're freezing!" you yelp, trying to squirm away.
He's too determined. "God, I'm happy you're here. I'm thinking, fuck, I miss my baby, I wonder if she'll answer my calls tonight or if I'll have to beg–"
"Yeah, because I usually make you beg to see me." You brush the hair from his face, eyes narrowed at him playfully.
Steve shifts his weight to keep the majority of it off of you, one leg sliding between yours and the other on the outside of your thigh. His lips are as cold as his hands but gentle as he kisses you, misaligned, your bottom lip clearly catching his attention. "I would've," he murmurs between soft kissing, his nose brushing yours as he raises higher. "Would've done anything."
"Lucky you, I never make a pretty boy beg," you say, his breath warming your lips. You stay like that for two seconds, three, eyes closed and breathing in the other.
He gives you a quick peck before settling in the curve of your neck. "This is awesome. Friday night party. Oh! And I've been meaning to ask you something so it's perfect that you're right here, Robin asked me and I wanted to ask you because I was thinking about it in the car…" He loses concentration, his hand stroking up behind your shoulder, as if to say, Hey, I got you.
"Did you get much sleep last night?" you ask, bemused.
"Totally…" He fakes a snore.
"Steve. What did you want to ask me?"
"Oh, yeah." He picks himself up from your neck. You must look squished, soft-jawed and unmade, but Steve doesn't look any less in love than usual. "Would you still love me as a worm?"
"What?" you ask, stroking his cheek with the back of your pinky. "Do you want to shower before you go totally dumb on me?"
"I'm serious, this is a serious question. And I only want to shower if you're coming with me, but this is important. Would you love me if I was a worm?"
"Yeah, Steve. Of course I would." You smile as he smiles, tandem beaming that feels silly but good. "Why would you be a worm, though?"
"See, this is what I asked Rob, and she said that doesn't matter but it doesn't make any sense. I told her I'd love her if she was a worm and she said she wouldn't love me because bugs give her the heebies. That's sick, right?"
"Well, would you love me if I was?" you ask.
"Are you stupid?" Steve noses at your neck, words said in tiny bursts of heat on your skin, "I'd turn myself into a worm to be with you forever."
"Now I feel like I should've said that."
"No way. I loved how little you hesitated," he praises. Like a cat nuzzling a post, his hair tickles you. "If we were worms together we wouldn't have to work. We'd spend all day hugging."
"Ew, all slithered together," you say, delighted.
"Twisted around each other. Not not like this," he says, kissing your cheek sweetly. "We'd be the best worms ever. Me and you."
You encourage him off of you to rescue your murdered paperback. Steve rolls onto his back, please smile lingering as he stretches out and sighs with relief. He needs a shower, and a shoulder massage, or a naked back rub while you watch TV. You'll order takeout, eat it with wet hair from the shower and ankles locked on the couch.
"I'm glad we're not worms," you say, sitting up. Steve meets your eyes, his brown and dark in the dim lighting. "I really love us right now. I love you."
You kiss his forehead.
"I'll go get the shower running, okay?" you ask, climbing from the bed.
Steve's voice comes quiet and hoarse as he calls after you, "I love you too!"
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Hockey x Football
I hope you love it❤️
(These photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)
Jack Hughes x Female Kelce Reader
Jackhughes
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Jackhughes my girl🤍
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Ynkelce I love you🤍
→Jackhughes love you more🤍
Elblue06 you guys are the cutest 🥹🤍
→ ynkelce miss you mama hughes🤍
→ Jackhughes Love you mom🤍
Trevorzegras since when do you have a girl?!?!?
→ Jackhughes dude I told you like 6 months ago?
→Trevorzegras I thought it was just a dream🤷🏻♂️
→ Colecaufield idiot!!!
→Jackhughes 🤦🏻
Quinnhughes you guys make me feel so single🙄
→Jackhughes then find yourself a girlfriend!
→Ynkelce Jack don’t be rude!!
Alexturcotte she looks familiar 🤔
→ ynkelce 🫣
Jasonkelce You better treat her right!!!!!
→ Jackhughes always!!!
→ Alexturcotte wait a damn minute….
NicoHischier The team likes her more than you!!!
→ dougiehamilton I agree!!!!
Dawsonmercer 🥹🥹
Joshnorris You better not fuck up, i’m pretty sure her brothers could squish you like a bug!!!
→traviskelce You got that right!!!
→Jackhughes 🫣
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Ynkelce Apparently I’m more of a hockey fan than a football fan!🤷🏼♀️🤩🏒❤️
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Jackhughes I’m glad!!😉🤍🤍
traviskelce he’s lucky jason and i actually like him!
→ ynkelce hehe🤭
Donnakelce you two are so cute!!!❤️
→ynkelce Love you mom❤️
→Jackhughes Thanks mama kelce!!!
Trevorzegras I don’t like you, you went and stole my man😭
→ynkelce what can i say, he loves me more!!
→Jackhughes trev why am i friends with you?🤦🏻
→Trevorzegras BECAUSE I’M AMAZING!!!
→Ynkelce are you sure?
→Trevorzegras I’m not talking to you!
→Quinnhughes Trevor stop acting like a baby!!!!!
Patrickmahomes I feel betrayed 😐
→ynkelce Sorry pat!!!!!
→ Colecaufield oh. My. God.
Kyliekelce The prettiest girl ever🤍
→ ynkelce I love you!!! I’m coming to visit you & the kids soon!!!🤍🤍
→ Kyliekelce Can’t wait!!
NicoHischier The better sport!!!!
Dawsonmercer DID YOU SEE MY GOAL?!?!?
→ Ynkelce YES, IT WAS AMAZING!!!
→Dawsonmercer THANK YOU!!
→Jackhughes WHY ARE WE YELLING ?
AlexTurcotte Jack forgot to mention the part where you’re related to Travis and Jason Kelce!
→Jackhughes oups!
Colecaufield YAYY!!
Kansascheifs we are offended!
→Ynkelce Sorry admin😐
Trevorzegras Wait… are the rumour true about taylor swift??
→ynkelce I thought you hated me?
→Trevorzegras Will you tell me if i say it was a joke?
→ Jackhughes Trevor leave my girlfriend alone!
→ Ynkelce Listen to jack!!!!
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ynkelce Ignore what i said last time football is back to being my favourite🏈🤍
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Jackhughes Can’t argue with that!!
Quinnhughes bring me next time!!!!
→ Ynkelce Definitely!!!!
Alexturcotte Trevor is gonna be jealoussss,
Colecaufield Omg yn I love you for this!!!!!
→ ynkelce 😂😭
→ Jackhughes 🤦🏻
NicoHischier Where was my invite?
→ dawsonmercer or mine?
→ Ynkelce Jack i told you we forgot something 🤦🏼♀️
→ Jackhughes my bad boys!
Tysmith Never thought i’d be jealous of jack…
→ Jackhughes it’s because of taylor isn’t it?
→ Tysmith yes!
Jamiedrysdale Oh Trevor is going to love you now😂
→ ynkelce He’s not going to leave me alone now is he?
→ Jamiedrysdale Nope!
Ryanrenolds hockey game next?
→ Blakelively Yes!!!
Blakelively So nice meeting you, we have to hangout again soon!!!!
→ ynkelce Definitely!!!!
Traviskelce The best part was seeing me right?
→ ynkelce sure let’s go with that!
→ Jasonkelce 😂
Trevorzegras YOU HUNG OUT WITH TAYLOR SWIFT?!?!?!?!
Trevorzegras I DON’T HATE YOU ANYMORE
Trevorzegras INVITE ME PLEASE, I WANT TO MEET HER!!
→ ynkelce Maybe… maybe not
→ Trevorzegras PLEASE I’LL NEVER BE MEAN TO YOU AGAIN🙏
→ Ynkelce I’ll invite you next time, NOW STOP TEXTING ME!!
→ Trevorzegras THANK YOU THANK YOU
→ Jackhughes Oh my🤦🏻
Elblue06 the most fun football game ever🤍
→ ynkelce So happy you could make it!!🤍
Taylorswift I love you🤍
→ ynkelce I love youu🤍
→ Trevorzegras OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS REAL!
→ Taylorswift Hi trevor!
→ Trevorzegras sjduywbsudjsj
→ Troyterry so this is why Trevor fainted?!?
→ Jamiedrysdale i think trevor had a heart attack…
→ Ynkelce oups… did you take a video?🫣→ Jamiedrysdale sending it to you now!
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10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car
(I don't have a licence and can't drive so this is just for fun OBVIOUSLY)
LISTEN, I love these characters. They are complex, they are human, they are flawed and yet you can't help but root for them. Or they are just giant assholes.
Regadless, I think they would all benefit from getting hit by a car as a little treat.
Feel free to tag yourselves and participate in a bit of lighthearted negativity and media complaining.
1) Ben From Never Let Me Go (2022)
Of course he would be on this list. Mainly because how are you, a closeted gay in a coming of age bl drama, sitting down in front of a piano next to a beautiful boy and not just completely eat his face in a passionate life altering kiss? I understand that was the whole point of the scene, but personally I would rise above the narrative that was trapping me.
2) Dan from Not Me (2021)
Being a cop, killing Sean's father and selling NFTs is bad enough on it's own, I agree. But Dan's biggest sin was taking the cigarette out of Yok's mouth and depriving us of seeing sad First Kanaphan smoking near a body of water-THE queer cinema experience.
As it turns out, you can be gay and homophobic at the same time.
3) Kenji from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)
So you have funky hair and kawnty fashion sense? Oh, you partake in fun bathtub threesomes? What, you're a little unhinged and psychotic? Perfect! THEN WHY THE HELL YOU SUCK AT BEING A VILLAIN SO HARD HUH???
Kenji you better put your helmet on, I'm turning on the engine.
4) Kanghan from Dangerous Romance (2023)
Rich people don't deserve rights in general so Kang was already on thin ice to begin with. But being a bully on top of that? UNDER THE HOOD OF THE CAR YOU GO!
Also he is so attention starved on account of his father being a negligent asshole that he will jump in front of my car willingly just to get a drop of love from dad and Sailom.
5) Yu Xi Gu from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)
(I'm so so incredibly sorry but I HAD to okay you don't underst- *gets shot immediately*)
6) Mork from Fish Upon The Sky (2021)
I looked at Pond for 0.1 second and fell so embarrasingly in love that for the entirety of FUTS I saw no flaws in Mork's character at all. All he did made sense and I was blissfuly having a great time! So I'm pummeling him to the ground for my own sake I CAN'T KEEP BEING THIS STUPID ABOUT HIM HE IS OBJECTIVELY CREEPY!
7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)
Was he in my "I want them carnally" list? Yes. Do I find him beautiful and incredible? Double yes. Am I smearing him on asphalt like a squished bug for causing Mark so much unnecessary pain and heartbreak? More likely than you think.
8) Jiwoo from To My Star/ To My Star 2 (2021-22)
MY BEAUTIFUL BOY!! A crumb of healthy communication is all I'm asking for!
Jiwoo was so emotionally bricked up for the majority of both seasons that it caused ME damage. So me hitting him with my car is both a revenge plot and an attempt to let loose some of those pent up feelings of his.
(But also I'm dead meat if Seojoon finds out it was me behind the wheel. He loves that boy too much.)
9) Zee from Twins (2023-24)
I'm volunteering to do this as public service to keep Sprite and First together without any twins switch drama. One gremlin down, one successful volleyball couple UP!!
10) Winner from Pit Babe (2023-24)
I want to do it as an experiment. I feel like he would make a funny sound under the wheels, like when you sqeeze clown's nose or step on a rubber duck. I would also like to see how this will affect his character. Will he become even more annoying? Will it fix him completely? ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!!
(This was so fun I love inflicting imaginary violence on fictional men. If you read this far into this incoherent insanity, consider yourself tagged!💖)
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do you know what to do with all these molted cicada nymph shells
Sure, they're not dead, but they still give off the same vibe to me. You know? The empty casings of a spent thing? Dust gathering in the recesses where something used to be? Sure, they're not dead, but they still set off my Necroentomophobia. Fear of dead bugs! Did you know that?
Did you know people could be scared of dead bugs? Whatever.
It's not the same as being scared of a bug, sure. But I can be scared of a lot of bugs. Sure, little things, like the humble lady bug- not scary. Butterflies, scant as they are, are only off-putting to me. The beautiful moth? Well, I love it, but I don't want to hurt it. It's whimsical, fat body makes me nervous. I don't want to squish it by accident! Because then it would be a dead bug.
And that's worse.
It's like, not precisely a direct fear of a dead bug. It won't leap at me in a defiant rage, or be waiting for me around the scary corner. It's more like a shortcut to existential dread. It's a combination of 'ew!' and 'I am going to die one day' and more importantly, if a bug is dead, something has killed it. And you never know if that something is still lurking around. Just kidding.
Do you know what a cicada shell is made of? That's right. It's the happy chitin! I don't have an issue with chitin. We're not chitinous beasts, but we have the enzymes to break them down. Humans, that is. This isn't a science fiction piece. This is my blog.
I've always thought chitin was interesting though- it's a natural armor made for little guys ostensibly. Little guys in the sense, that it is for bugs only. Well, crabs have chitin, and they can get pretty big- The spider crab can grow over 300 feet in diameter. Just kidding, it can't do that. It's pretty big though.
At this point, you'd think: 'Okay- crab reference, and a direct link to the enzymes to break down chitin. Do we eat them? Should we eat the Cicada shells?' Well, I'm not going to. That sounds kind of scary to me. Would you? Would you eat the shell of a thing? I can't imagine it tastes good.
I'm eating potato chips right now.
They're yummy, and crunchy, and in many ways- the opposite of the humble cicada's false corpse. A lying bug. A lying, cheating, swarming thing. A bug we don't like. A bug we have to deal with. Don't we have to deal with everything? Would it be easier to show less mercy to the little things? It wouldn't, and it would be mean.
And that's worse.
Anyway, to answer your question, you turn them into mulch, apparently. Or bury them in a hole. Through my research, those were the only two real options we have. There's also 'add them to compost.' So that's three, you have three options. Do you want my opinion? No?
Moving on then.
There's also a fourth option- a telling one, at that. A sort of 'secret option' lots of people choose. 'Let them decompose on your lawn.' Right? Right, the easy one? Might as well call it 'do nothing.' Doing nothing is always a choice, sure, but when you give me the choice to 'do nothing' in a game, or choose your own adventure, it always seems like a lazy choice on the developer's part. And sure, from your real life perspective, it's probably the easiest. But from a game design perspective? You have to account for the player sitting and watching.
What happens if I don't intervene? What happens if I let it continue?
Well, in the case of the empty cicada, they stink apparently. I've never noticed it, and we have cicadas here- but I've been lucky enough to never be out in or see a swarm. A predecessor of mine once recalled a story in which the swarm was so bad, you couldn't walk outside without crushing them on the sidewalks
"Ew," is what I thought.
Maybe they only smell if there's hundreds of them. Thousands? No, probably just hundreds. Not saying they wouldn't smell more if there were lots, I'm saying they probably start being noticeable at around a hundred. Nothing wrong with that. Not sure what the smell is, though. Do you?
You should put them in a hole.
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hi love bug! i have angel devil thoughts for u:
angel!stevie teasing reader with his tentacles while she’s trying to do yoga or something and R getting so frustrated bc like >:( STOOOOP :(((( and eddie cumming coming up behind reader and hugging her (but he’s just groping her tits and squeezing her tight) and being like “he’s bein so mean to ya huh baby” with his little fake sympathy pout and you’re whining and nodding as steve’s tendrils trace and tease your puffy folds and eddies begin tracing over your tits as he holds your hips in place so he can grind his fat cock into your perfect ass in those work out shorts feel free to let them have their way with me
reader as she whines about how good it feels
A/N: as a yogi (or technically former, my body sadly can’t flow like it used to with all of its chronic pain and bad joints) i approve of this sluttiness
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“Stop it,” you grumbled, upside down you reached a hand back to swat away the familiar tentacle, grabbing the chance now that your field of vision was limited to slider all over your most delicate parts, visible in your tight workout clothes, “hey, I mean it! Whichever one of you is doing that, cut it out!” you tried not to let them get to you as you slowly walked your hands up towards your toes, resting there a moment, bent completely like a newspaper, before unfurling your form, “I am trying to concentrate here, relax a bit…” your arms scooped through the air beside you and met above your head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, why wouldn’t you be able to focus on the flow, on your breathing, baby?” your eyes fluttered shut in annoyance at the sound of Steve’s smug tone, “you just looked like you were about to tip over, so-”
“I was not about to tip over.”
“You sure about that? Because you looked awfully wobbly, even right now,” the translucent lengths continued to slider over your thin outfit as you attempted to block them out.
“You’re right, she does,” you heard the devil chime in playfully, and the next thing you knew you felt his warmth press into you from behind, making it obvious just how much he enjoyed watching your routine, “oh, I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he breathed into your hair, gliding his broad palms across your hips and drawing them further back towards him.
Giving up, your hands fell unceremoniously down at your sides, “I am literally just standing here.”
“Yeah, like a flower,” Eddie purred, pressing his nose further into your hair, his hands brashly sliding up to envelop your boobs, already squished and constricted in your sports bra.
“A flower in the breeze,” Steve added, supporting his asinine alibi.
“I am not in the breeze, I am nowhere near the breeze. I have excellent balance and you know it.”
“Yeah, you do,” you didn’t have to glance over your shoulder to catch the suggestive smirk on the angel’s lips.
“You know,” Eddie’s low rumble seeped into you like butter on warm toast, “I know something that could help you relax… work up a sweat too.”
“Why do you guys ruin everything,” you grumbled half-heartedly, melting back against his interrupting form as his hands boldly played with your tits, accompanying the sensation of Steve’s tendrils now slither in between your thighs, “I just wanted to do something yoga…”
“Wanted?” he picked up on your wording, “then what is it you want now?”
© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
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Cage.
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend cheats on you and Draco finds you in the Slytherin common room.
WARNING: mature content
(Angst)
I enjoy the view as I hear the leaves of the bush behind me rustle. A few flower petals of the Azalea fall to the ground, only to rot and fall apart in the future.
I hear some whispers and footsteps as I realize that someone must be in there. I watch curiously and wait to see the idiot that force's themselves into a bush.
My heart sinks as the person that exits the bush is not any idiot.
It's my idiot.
The idiot who I'll have to marry one day.
Graham steps out of the bush.
My question to why he'd do that answers itself as Daphne steps out from behind him. Her lips are swollen, her hair is a mess and her tie is undone.
My stomach drops as my eyes meet his widened one.
He didn't expect to see me here.
I knew from the very start that Graham had a thing for Daphne, or at least her body.
He kept annoying me with stupid rules to stay away from other boys since he didn't want a "whore" as a girlfriend and now he's the one shagging around.
A pathetic excuse of a man.
I stand in front of them and my eyes don't leave Grahams.
I fall silent.
No word escapes my lips.
"Well...I think I'll get going. See you later, Graham." Says Daphne before she leaves.
I don't have to spare her a single glance in order to know that a smirk is plastered across her face.
"Listen, Amara." Graham starts as he steps closer.
"Deep down you knew this would happen. So don't make it a big deal. I appreciate your...helping hand last night, but it' just not the same when someone unattractive does it." He says as he looks at me from the top of my head down to the tip of my shoes.
"I need this from time to time." Graham expresses as he looks over to Daphne who is already far away from us.
"What about my needs?" I suddenly ask as my eyes fall to the ground.
"What?" Graham questions.
I didn't even realize that my question came out as a whisper.
I feel like a bug in front of him.
A bug that he intends to squish.
"My needs. What about my needs?" I raise my voice a bit more as my eyes lift up to meet his.
Graham chuckles.
"The only need you'll feel is the one to please me in order to not get the shit slapped out of you. You don't get nice things, Amara. It doesn't work like that. Not for you."
Tears build up in my eyes as I freeze. But I don't pull a face. My eyes never leave his. I just stare at him blankly as I let him walk over me.
"I'll sleep at Daphnes dorm room tonight." He steps even closer to me and his face eyes start to burn up with anger.
"You are dead if you tell anyone about this. No one hears your scream, Amara. No one. Not your 'family'-" Graham chuckles as he says the word in a mocking voice "-and not your friends. If you have some anyone, I honestly don't know since Pansy and the others constantly joke about you when you're gone."
Graham steps a few steps backwards but his eyes never leave mine.
A disgusting grin is plastered on his face.
He steps away as he wants to leave but stops in his tracks as he turns back to my fragile figure one last time.
"Oh and don't attend dinner later. Nobody intends to see you there."
And with that he's gone.
I feel a few tears roll down my cheek.
Trapped.
That's what I am.
Trapped in order to please others.
I walk back to my dorm room in a fast pace.
I just want to lock myself up inside.
I enter the Slytherin common room and make my way to the stairs of the girl dormitories.
The first thing I spot as I approach the stairs is a girl leaning against the banister as no other than Draco Malfoy stands rather close to her.
I swallow the knot that tangle's itself up inside of me.
His eyes meet my red ones and I freeze for a few seconds.
"We are quite busy here, Caddel." Is the only thing he has to say.
I pass the two of them with a few bigger and faster steps and try to stop my tears from escaping my eyes.
I enter my dorm and slam the door shut.
The only thing that I intend to do is sleep.
It's 5pm but I want nothing else than sleep.
Maybe I dream of an universe that doesn't curse me.
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My eyes open and it takes me a minute to realize why it's dark outside.
It doesn't take me long to realize that I went to bed terrible early.
Now I am awake.
It's 1AM and I feel my head pound.
I groan as I sit up and look my empty dorm.
Memories of me and Pansy getting ready for parties crash my mind.
Memories of Blaise and Adrian pulling a prank on pansy and switching all her Slytherin ties to hufflepuff omes when she dated that one weirdo.
Memories of Grahams and my first kiss.
Where I still thought it's real.
I get up and leave my dorm room in order to escape my thoughts for a bit.
My feet carry me to the Slytherin common room.
I sit down on the big sofa that is places in front of the fire place.
I curl up in a ball and stare into the orange flames that rise up from time to time.
I feel myself shiver as I realize that it's colder than I thought it would be down here.
My head can't even process my feeling of freezing as I suddenly feel a blanket get thrown over my shoulder.
My head turns and my eyes roll back as I see Draco.
He walks around the sofa and sits down in the armchair next to me, surely keeping his distance.
"Can't sleep?" The blonde asks.
I grow annoyed by his weird behavior.
"Already slept a few hours earlier. What about you?- Is your little fangirl keeping you up?" I say in an annoyed voice as I refer to the girl earlier.
"She is. In fact, she sits right in front of me." Draco says as a dumb smirk washes over his face.
I scoff.
"Look, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood for your stupid mind fucks. So get lost."
Silence.
"Are you in the mood for a drink?"
Huh?
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TF2 Medic x M!Reader || Unreliable Nurse
[Hurt/Comfort] [Understanding Medic] [Period Accurate Homophobia/Xenophobia towards Gays/Germans] [Coworkers to Ambiguous] [GORE WARNING]
You were a mercenary. You were hired to kill people day in and out for the gratification of your superiors and you were not allowed to stop until the day your contract ended. Every morning should have been the same- wake up, gear up, shoot up.
So why the hell were you holding your Heavy's torso open with spreaders while your Medic bug around in his organs?! You were supposed to end lives, not mangle them back to life!
"Medic, why am I even here?" You grunt in disgust as Heavy's organs squish against your bare palm. They are disgustingly alive. Should intestines move like that on their own?!
"Well someone has to hold the ribcage open, and my hands are rather busy at the moment!" Medic responded cheerfully. He was right though; both of his hands were what you could only describe as groping Heavy's lungs and heart with a sadistically pleasures look in his eyes.
"Eugh, you look like you're getting off to this." You growled as Medic finally seemed satisfied with his curiosities. The lungs he had installed in Heavy were significantly bugger than your head- would the torso even close up?
"Nonsense, I am a professional- er, mostly." Medic chuckled to himself. He waved your hold away as he healed Heavy back up to his usual hulking self. Well, at least someone seemed happy about the surgery that wasn't an absolute psycho.
You had no idea why you helped Medic clean up after the surgery, you could have left at any time, yet you didn't. Maybe it was because you held a burning question on the tip of your tongue that begged to esca-
"Do you actually get off to like, gore and stuff?"
Shit.
Medic perked up, a quizzical look on his face as he flushed the blood into the storage bags. "Do I really give off that vibe?" He sounded rather genuine in his question too. Fuck, you felt like the world's biggest asshole.
"I mean, Scout seems to think so- plus uh, you do this thing with your face that kinda well-" you stumbled over your words as you swept up the bone fragments into the dustpan at your feet. Bending over, you finally finished your sentence. "I dunno, it just looks like you're some kinda sadist."
Medic shook his head as he placed the bloodbags into the fridge. His eyes flickered over where the Spy head used to be before the enemy Scout stole it back. He was a rather funny conversationalist.
"No, not a sadist in the regard. You all are perfectly safe from me!" Medic attempted to joke. You nodded and gave him a small laugh of acknowledgement.
"Well, I suppose I should tell Scout the good news. He's been spouting about how you've been trying to inject him with homosexual serum to see if you can turn him." You informed him. You and the team knew that Scout was spouting bullshit, but your curiosity to Medics reaction was what pulled you to tell him.
Medic slammed a fist down onto his vivisection table, his expression rather grimly stern.
"I've had it with that ungrateful little brat." He muttered. He looked to you, but when you nodded in understanding, he started to vent. "He's always getting himself into shit, then begging me to fix him back up!" Medic threw his hands up, mocking Scout's voice. "always 'Oh medic, heal me!' 'Oh medic! I broke my arm again!'" Medic growled as he slicked his hair back and sighed. "All while calling me a goddamn nazi when I prioritize Heavy!"
You let Medic rant. Clearly this had been on his mind and weighing on him, if the nervous pacing and dramatic gesturing was anything to go by. Yeah, you had heard Scout make a few jabs about the SS and war camps to Medic, but you never really had gotten involved before- it wasn't your business anyway and Medic could handle himself- so you thought.
"I'm not a fucking nazi! I was sixteen and drafted as a Medic!"
You interrupted Medoc with a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at you, shocked and clearly hurt in his brow.
"Yeah, I'll bust him up for that. Didn't know it was that bad, if I knew I woulda stepped in." You apologized- at least, this was your version of an apology. Medic took a calming inhale before he tried to return you a weak smile.
"I try not to let the words of the youth get to me too much. Hell, do you think he was alive for the war?" Medic laughed weakly.
"Isn't he about 25? Probably was born just on the outskirts of it." You mused. You were a few years older than Scout was, but Medic outmatched you with the streaks of grey in his hair. He shook his head softly with a muttering of "Ah, the blissful ignorance of the young."
"Well, if it's any consolation, I don't think you're a nazi nor do I think you're some weird psychosexual freak trying to turn us all into homos." You promise with a playful punch to Medic’s shoulder. "Besides, you can't turn what's already there, yeah?"
"You're-"
"Mhm, don't go telling anyone though, I could lose a job if that info came out."
You thought it was only for that you were open to Medic, since he was gracious enough to be honest with you.
"I thought I was the only one!" Ah, there was that excitedly happy chirp you were scaredly fond of.
Maybe being an impromptu nurse wasn't so bad after all.
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new setting (new ideals)
Summary: Wherein John Dory accidentally sneaks into the home universe of Sans after a very small margin of victory in the latest multiversal tourney; things escalate in unprecedented ways after the local scientist sizes him up to scale.
Warnings: swearing, drinking, god i am so sorry for this
Authors Note: @ohposhers @bulliestrolls someone needs to put you two in the fucking slammer for drawing sansdory, and then they need to put me in the slammer for writing sansdory. for the sake of enjoying this fic please picture JD as a lot more creature than in canon.
John Dory was small enough to fit inside of Sans' coat pocket.
Sans discovers this the hard way when the ex leader of brozone falls out of his pocket after his return to Snowdin.
"Ain't snow fucking way." Was what Sans managed as he stared at the unmoving body in the snow, far too small to be considered the average monster for the underground. The Troll would be eaten without a second thought, mistaken for the bugs Muffet doesn't provide protection for.
He plucks the tufted tail and holds up John Dory like he's a dead rat. Of course he snaps awake as soon as Sans is holding him at eye height, and with a screech he's flung aside as the skeleton lurches back.
Sans pauses to catch his breath, "Okay, so you're not dead. That's good."
"Where am I?!" Was John Dory's instant question as he shook the snow from his hair and brushed himself down.
"Pipe down pipsqueak, I won't let you get squished," Sans said as he took a seat on the snow. He held out a hand, "We should probably get you situated with Alphys, size you up a bit."
John reluctantly stepped onto a gloved hand and took a seat on the palm, it was cold and unpleasant. His tail thwipped loudly despite his size, "Anything else in mind to get me back home?" The words are agitated.
"Want me to leave you here?"
Silence.
"Thought so, I'll give you a hand in figuring it out, but you're playing by my rules bud."
"How were you the reigning champ for years on end?"
"The girlies liked me for my dry humor, MILF hunting attitude, and undetermined backstory- and my infinite fuckability of course."
"Must suck not having a dick."
Sans just gives a hum before giving John a gently toss, only a few inches but he still yelps and clings desperately to phalanges when he lands back in Sans' hand. It garners a chuckle from the skeleton, "Pal, I got extremities you couldn't even dream of, and no, that isn't an invitation to start listing 'em off."
John Dory shuts his mouth.
"Don't be shocked if Alphys tries to fill you up with needles and probes."
"With what-"
"She's a curious gal."
-/-/-/-
Thankfully the resizing process involves a lot less probing than Sans said it would, which John is eternally grateful for. He'd like to avoid having a cold piece of metal shoved up his ass if possible. The process just required a small blood sample and some weighing before he was resized with one little ray.
And then he was the exact same height as Sans, give or take a few inches.
"Proportionately, I can see why you won," Sans said, hands stuffed in his pockets and expression same as always. It's far too hard for John Dory to read, he can't tell if it's sarcastic or genuine.
"Thanks." He shrugs off the compliment because he doesn't know how to take it.
"Is it easier to see why I was the reigning champ?" Sans asked.
"You're the furthest thing from 'sexyman' out there," John Dory said before he could actually think about the words exiting his mouth.
Sans laughed, "Tell it to The Onceler, if you can convince him to take me off the bracket then I'll stop trying my best."
"You don't try at all."
"The girlies like me for that."
"What is it with you and the girlies?"
"What makes you think that the guys were voting for me?" Sans shot back, "Think you can walk and talk? I know a shortcut."
"Good point," John Dory said, "I can walk and talk."
"Cool." Sans holds out a hand.
"What?"
"Gotta hold my hand to take the shortcut."
John places his paw atop Sans hand and the grip the motion is received with is far too intense to be considered normal. But a shortcut is a shortcut, and he'll just have to take help to get around this universe until he can get home.
-/-/-/-
"Ketchup?"
"Yeah man, ketchup." Sans tossed a bottle to John Dory as he spoke, the Troll catching it with ease.
"You expect me to drink ketchup? I've had worse, but what about alcohol?" John asked.
"Bud," Sans began, "The bartender is a living flame, you really think he wants to be handling highly flammable stuff?"
"Fair point, but can you actually get drunk offa ketchup?" John asked, and he gave this slanted smirk as he spoke, partially leaning an elbow on the bar. He's gotten more comfortable after a week in Sans' hometown, he lives in the room under the sink in the skelebros household and made it his own until later notice.
Sans gives a hum, "Wanna find out?"
John grins before popping off the cap, "Try me."
-/-/-/-
"What do they put in this shit, Sans?" The words are spoken with a giggle and despite the ache in his head John Dory goes back for more.
"Tomatoes," Sans answered with, still slowly downing his first serving of ketchup.
"It's gotta be more than that, bonedaddy," John Dory purred, leaning a little bit more on the bar and resting his chin in his hands.
A distinct azure rises to Sans' face, "I think you've had too much ketchup."
"You meant it."
"What?"
"When we were in the lab, when you said I looked hot. You meant it, you like me," John deduced rather skillfully despite his inept state.
"And if I do?" Sans asked.
John pauses, "It'd be hot, Sans and John Dory double teaming the tourney."
"Alright, we should get home," Sans said, sliding off his bar stool and holding out a gloved hand.
John Dory took it and slid off his own stool, his tail wagged about lazily. His face is burning up and he looks oddly lovesick, a realization that Sans makes the choice to ignore until he can contemplate it late at night. Alone. In bed. By himself.
The Troll slinks an arm under Sans' shoulders, face resting atop the fluff of his hoodie and nuzzled into the collar of his turtleneck, he still clutches a hand tightly. He gives a contented hum, "Your jacket's soft."
"I know."
"You're soft."
"That's an odd thing to say considering I'm all bones."
"I'll show you bones."
"We really gotta get you home."
"And then?"
"And then you're going to sleep, no goodnight kiss."
-/-/-/-
Another week passes and Papyrus suddenly has to deal with the fact that Sans and John Dory are being overtly romantic.
"Your teeth are cold." John Dory would always say whenever he tried to kiss Sans.
"The girlies like it." Sans would always answer.
And sometimes John Dory would try again to get the usually snapped shut jaw open, or he'd say, "I guess I'm one of the girlies."
They'd laugh and after a small beat of silence continue on with their day.
Maybe it's selfish that Sans is keeping John Dory from a way back to his own universe, but he's pretty sure the Troll doesn't mind. He's stopped asking when he'll get to go back home at least, and Sans is benefiting from having someone around.
It makes the resets more tolerable if nothing else, and Sans just doesn't tell John about them. About the times he's watched everyone die and everyone live, he never speaks a word of it. And unless Frisk brings it up, he won't have to know of the amnesia or the violence.
And they can keep living their happily ever after.
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