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kurosstuff · 3 years

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Fluffy Donna! Was requested hehe- also hope it was good? I literally hate this. Haha. Wtf. Also cut it short so I could get it out for you guy- got a bit stressed over this work? So.. take my attempt at soft fluff

Warning(s): angie swears again*once* cause she can and I say so. SLIGHT sexual innuendo(but its not? Someone I had read it over and said it was so-)its Angie. Other then that tooth rotting fluff

Donna Beneviento x reader: Tea time

Waking up beside the doll maker was a blessing as it was a curse. The unveiled lover curled into your side, breath slower than usual indicating she's still asleep, the arm around her moved slightly causing the women to mumble into you, clutching your shirt. In a silent yet loud way of saying "don't leave", smiling sleepily you used your other hand to brush her bangs away-Donna in turn leaned into your hand smiling, melting into your touch even while she slept.

A harsh wack from the head yanked you from the pleasant sight-looking up. Rolling your eyes jokingly at the sight. The cursed side was the rabid doll that yet again kicked your head above you, Angie laid sprawled out like a cat above you both. Mostly cured around Donna's pillow she kicked her legs yet again in her sleep. A scratchy sleep giggle escaped the doll

"Seems shes having a good dream" drawing your attention to the women in your arms, smiling up at you. Cuddling deeper into the crook of your neck. "I wish we could stay like this for the rest of the day" chuckling as you brought a hand to her messy hair- freed from her hair tie, let loose into wild knots and tangles from the tossing and turning of her sleeping- a content sigh escaped her from the head scratches you gave

"Yes. I wish that as well" you started with a hum as you pretending to think "but." Your hand froze on her head thinking aloud, her eye glanced up curiously "what would Lady Dimitrescu say? After all isn't today the date of the tea party?" At that Donna faster then usual shot up from the bed, almost falling out from the realization

Two minutes later you both were dressed-after the relentless teasing on your end, you decided to play it safe for now and leave your beloved alone for the moment. "You know love, this is my favorite time of the day, waking up in your.. arms" she spoke blushing from the attempted compliment. Nevermind your earlier self agreement teasing seemed.. to work in your favor sometimes

"Oh? I have to agree" you spoke placing the comforter 'perfectly' on the bed, turning to face her "mine is when the sun bleeds into the room, engulfing you in its light" slowly walking towards her you wrapped your arms around her waist slowly swaying "the light of my day"

"That I have to disagree with" Donna spoke leaning back in your arms smiling "you are the light of my day." Bringing a thing ling finger down the side of your haw tilting it to her face smiling. Grasping your jaw in her firm steady hand the cool radiating off it "my love, you bring so much happiness in my life-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT- TELL ME TO GET OUT BEFORE YOU DO ALL THIS" a loud shirlly voice gagged at the sight of you guys flirting "MY GOD WHAT A NIGHTMARE" running out of the room, you both laughed at her reaction separating from one another

After getting ready for the day, Donna reached for your hand giving it a gentle squeeze before you both walked out hand in hand. "So what do you think she has planned?"

"Not sure.. she may try to get the rest of the cake from last night" Donna spoke-glancing over towards you with a shrug, drawing a gentle laugh from you "or she could try getting you to eat plywood again" a almost smug smile appeared on Donna's face at the comment

"Oh come on love, that was one time" you grimaced at the memory, one of the first nights living in the manor and somehow Angie convinced you that this 'cookie' she made was a gift from the lady of the house. What a fool you were-you should have guessed but- with it being so late you chalked it up for a stupid sleepy moment.

You can still imagine her cackles after you ate it- the only good thing out of it was that being the first time hearing Donna's voice. Even though it was just her saying "oh my" that voice, the calm deep voice made you happy for make fool of yourself.

Even eating plywood

You still aren't sure how you didn't break any teeth from it either-

"-/N? Hey love are you ok?" Snapping back into the present you looked beside you, Donna looked concerned like something was wrong, worry written in her face but most of all-the nervousness in her eye showed how concerned she really was, other then the indicator of her twitching hand-a way for her to show her emotions through her hands, a habit she picked up before she felt comfortable to not wear her veil "what's on your mind?"

"You" the automatic response made you both freeze, before giving your hand a squeeze she looked away with a slight blush-caught off guard with such a bold move.

Entering the kitchen, Angie was running about yelling- pans and water flinging everywhere with a bang. "Angie calm down we're here" you tried blaming her but, that seemed to just wild her up even more proceeding with her jumping onto the kitchen counter, knowing what she was going to do you ran over to her only to catch her in time

"Ok no sweets for you today missy" you gently scolded the Rowdy doll who grumbled in your arms, placing her down Angie ran to the table sitting holding the fork and knife(plastic, you learned your last mistake, no more starwars for her that's for sure) smiling at the childlike doll you jokingly rolled your eyes.

Placing the plate of glazed donuts onto the table Angie quickly snatched two cutting into it viciously then proceeded to mimick eatting it, siting down beside Donna who grabbed your hand gently rubbing the back of it with her thumb, "eat slower dear. We have a tea party scheduled today remember?" Donna spoke quietly in an attempt to remind the doll-who froze

"...did you guys think it was today?" Angie stated uncharacteristically calm before laughing loudly "TODAY? HAHA THE TALL GIRLY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU BOTH IF THAT WAS THE CAS-" She laughed before choking the fork in her mouth going too deep, coughing it up it flew hitting the ground with a thump. "Ow."

"Oh Angie" you said kneeling down to the child doll, bringing the napkin to her face to dab it gently, from the look she gave-if she could she would have rolled her eyes at you. "Please eat slower or you'll choke"

"Choke?" Angie said before giggling, the same one everyone knew. Not anything good "kinda like how Donna choked on-"

"ANGIE" Donna yelled strained, face flushed. A loud cackling was heard before the quiet pitter patter of footsteps rushed off "I swear she will be the death of me" shaking her head she looked away to watch her as she ran

"She is a riot that's for sure" standing up you picked the dishes stacking them on one another, going over to the sink you gently placed them in as you started to wash them.

Coming up from behind you Donna wrapped her arms around your waist, "Let me help love" she whispered in your ear making you shiver in response. Chuckling softly she pulled away grabbing a plate, washing it beside you. Glancing to the women beside you, a smile came across your face.

The quiet nature combined with the.. rowdy if you'd call it nature of Angie it made life interesting to say the least. Glancing to your lover to the doll who helped you both seal the deal. It made it worth it, You'd never give this life up for anything.

#can you tell the begining is just me sleep writing or no?#god this sucks actually #i need new headers #also no donna didnt choke on anything bad you pervs #Also i hope the fluff was at least decent??? idk #angie got grounded... again #in the same week #flirty donna is best donna really haga #haha #fucking hell #BOLD DONNA? YEAH #donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #angie needs to cut the donuts or she will attempt and has attempted to shove the whole thing- in her mouth.#she choked

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amane-by-together · 3 years

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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 1/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama, and a bit of fantasy

summary: amane was assigned to send letters to [name] from another school for a quarterly pen pal project in their class.

"You and I found in the sky in 5:53"

Amane grabbed a white pen from his black cylindrical pencil case and wrote some finishing touches for his letter on a black sheet of paper. He doodled some stars and constellations around the paper before folding it carefully then placing it inside a navy blue envelope.

He added some photographs of stars and moon stickers inside the galaxy themed parcel that he designed a day ago. Amane smiled proudly to himself after tying the twine around the parcel, he also slides in some post cards inside the twine.

“You sure are taking this pen pal project seriously, Yugi.” Yamabuki looked over to his dark haired friend with his phone on hand. “I barely even put effort on mine.”

“Look at Yashiro's though,” Amane pointed at the cream haired girl with teal tips sitting in front of him. She was putting a lot of designs for her pen pal letter so that her assigned sender would think that she's a creative person that matches their own aesthetic. “Hey, Yashiro-san, who do you think will be your pen pal?”

“I hope my pen pal is a boy,” Yashiro sighed dreamily as Amane deadpanned at her being a simp for hot and tall guys. He used to like her back then until he realized that he wasn't good enough for her. “And while we're sending letters, we'll fall in love—”

“Okay that's enough delusions, Yashiro.” Amane raised his hand up to prevent her from speaking more of her fantasies. “I've heard enough of them.”

“What did you put in your letter?” Yashiro asked.

“Pretty much about myself, I added some stickers and post cards, just incase my future pen pal would like them.” Amane explained while counting his fingers. “Hopefully they would because I made a lot of effort in it.” he said while scratching his cheek.

“I heard that our letters will be sent to another school and students from our grade will be our pen pals.” Akane explained as he went towards Yamabuki. “If Ao-chan gets a pen pal that is a guy, then I guess I have to eliminate the offender—”

“Whoah chill, Aoi.” Yamabuki glanced up to the red head whose expression quickly changed with a scary one. “What's with the bat though—?”

“Sometimes your obsession scares me.” Amane raised a perfect brow at Akane while resting his cheek to the heel of his palm.

“You're the one to talk.” Akane slightly glared at the smaller male. “At least I have a love life.”

“Fair enough.” Amane grumbled under his breath, looking away from the distasteful Akane. “Wait, you two are dating—?”

Amane was interrupted by their homeroom teacher entering the class. “Good morning class, did you have your letters ready?” Sensei asked as he scratched his chin. “To those who didn't know yet, your letters will be delievered to another school. Expect a letter from your new pen pal on the next day or two.”

The dark haired boy feels his eyes slowly drooping, it's always like this, getting sleepy in the middle of class. The cause? Stargazing.

Amane, ever since he was a little boy, he loved the moon and stars. He would open his window at night and look into his telescope to admire the star studded sky. Looks like he stayed up a little too long before dawn, you can't really blame him, who wouldn't like stargazing.

His eyes can't take it anymore, he needed to snooze off, just for a moment to rest. Amane folded his arms on top of his desk and puts his head down to take a nap.

“The other world at 5:53 is beautiful.”

In a dusk turning into dark, there stood a glowing carousel, spinning in a clockwise motion that seemed like it was twisting forever. Amane wandered around the place, wondering why he standing in front of a lonely ride.

He felt his ears ring and the ground slightly shaking. Amane closed his eyes as he felt the wind blowing against him, then everything stopped.

Amane fluttered his eyes open and saw a girl wearing a different school uniform than theirs. She was around Yashiro's height, he estimated, but nonetheless he never seen this girl before.

In a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Amane raised his head up immediately from the sleep and panted heavily. Beads of sweat came rolling down from his forehead, his chest rises and then it lowers for a second, and he couldn't breathe properly after that. ‘What was that?’ he thought, drawing his hand near his chest to calm his breathing. ‘Who was that?’

He was sure as hell that he was confused, having a dream about a glowing carousel and a girl wearing a school uniform, whom he had never seen before, whatever that dream was about, he felt goosebumps on his skin. Amane fixed himself, he probably looked like he ran in a marathon and never got to drink water after that.

“Amane-kun, why do you keep sleeping in class?” Yashiro asked with a stern tone like she was a mother scolding her son for doing something wrong. “You shouldn’t sleep in classes anymore, okay?” she added while handing him her notebook which contains the notes that she took during the lesson.

Yashiro, as one of Amane's friends, was concerned for the boy. She was worried about him, but that doesn't mean the cream haired girl has feelings for the choppy haired guy. Like she said, she isn’t his type. “I’ll try not to sleep in class...” Amane receives the notebook from his female friend.

“If you sleep again, I won’t lend you my notes anymore.”

“Okay okay, I won’t sleep next time.” Amane assures her in a sweat dropped expression. “But I make no promises though---”

Yashiro snorted. “By the way---” Amane was interrupted by the school bell beckoning them to go eat their lunch. He sighed, he always gets cut off whenever he says something interesting. The teenage boy slumped his shoulders before going to the rooftop to eat his food.

All alone by himself like he usually does.

Amane was puzzled by the dream he had while he was napping during class. A carousel and a girl he had never seen before, perhaps that it was a lost memory of his or he had actually seen this girl but he doesn't remember her.

He'll figure that out on his own.

The next day felt like any other day. Amane groaned loudly, waking up from his slumber (surprisingly he actually slept) and not wanting to get up from the comfortable bed that he was laying down. He buried his face on one of the pillows. ‘I don't want to wake up, I swear to god.’

“Amane, Amane—”

“What?!” Amane shot his head up and shouted fiercely at his younger twin, Tsukasa who was standing on the door with a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Wake up, we have classes!” Tsukasa reminded him. Amane sighed and slammed his face against the pillow, he felt himself close his eyes to sleep again, until Tsukasa grabbed his face and forcefully removed his brother's face from the pillow. “WAKE UP!”

“I'm up, I'm up!” Amane removed Tsukasa's hands from his face and glared at him. “Jeez, you don't have to scream on my face.” he added while getting off the bed towards the bathroom.

Amane looked into the mirror with half lidded eyes while brushing his teeth, his dark choppy hair was disheveled with few strands of hair slightly sticking out, and his long sleeved shirt that two buttons were unbuttoned where a bit of his chest is showing.

After taking a bath, Amane wrapped a towel around his torso while drying his hair with another towel. He grabbed his uniform that was hanging on the wall and wore it in a speed.

Amane notices that Tsukasa left early which is unusual since he usually leaves early leaving his brother behind. He smiled to himself before heading on to school.

When he arrived, he saw that his classmates are crowded over to his very own desk. Amane pushed his way towards them. “What's going on?” he asked.

“Letters from the other school got recently delivered.” Yashiro answered. “Your pen pal letter is here, and I must say they're very creative.”

Amane felt intrigued all of a sudden, he went to his desk to see the pen pal letter for himself and when he did, his jaw dropped.

A navy blue parcel with constellations around the paper. It was tied by a twine and dried flowers. A smile ghosted upon Amane's lips, the pen pal knew his aesthetics and his love for stars.

He gently grabbed the parcel from his desk and examined it. To Amane's surprise, he saw a tag clipped from the twine, he reads.

[name] [surname].

The name of his new pen pal.

Amane unwrapped the parcel, there's an envelope that was sealed with wax. 'Fancy' he thought to himself as he slightly sticks out his bottom lip. Other than that, there are polaroids and moon stickers, but there is one thing that caught his eye.

A thin book.

Amane picked up the book, it was an astronomy journal that [name] made for him. 'This person must have made a lot of effort, I admire that.'

Amane opened the envelope first, inside was a neatly folded letter, he carefully unfolded it using his fingers.

Hi Amane Yugi-san,

I'm [name] [surname], your pen pal for this quarter! Well I made an astronomy journal since I saw your letter talking about yourself, hope you like it though ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ

After reading the letter, a smile broke down from Amane’s visuals. His pen pal is revealed to be a girl who is a first year highschool student, like him, studying from Sanaol Academy, which is far from Kamome.

Time flew by like a shooting star in a dark blue sky, Amane went home feeling giddy to write his response to [name]. When he got to his room he immediately grabbed a lot of art materials to work on the letter.

Hello [name]-san,

Thanks for the journal, I love the contents inside of it. Anyways, I hope we'll meet someday and talk about the stars together! I have a playlist where you can listen while stargazing hehe~

Amane smiled to himself, resting his cheek to the heel of his palm while writing his letter to [name]. Maybe this pen pal project isn't going to be bad after all.

Meanwhile in [name]'s side, she was sitting on her swivel chair with a cheeky smile on her face while reading Amane's letter. The strands of her hair are falling to her hair, admiring his words.

“[name], dinner's ready!”

“Coming!” [name] grinned before going downstairs to eat dinner with her family.

“The door of my dreams unreal, you from my memories become real”

@closetweebsmh @closetwaffle

#amane yugi #amane yugi x reader #fluff #hanako x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun #anime #tbhk #yugi amane x reader #yugi amane #amane #blue hour

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bettydice · 4 years

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(Planning the Day) To Meet You

Wangxian, Modern AU, Slow Burn, E-Rated

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Chapter 10

As far as love confessions go, Wei Wuxian has thoroughly fucked this one up.

1. He didn’t actually confess.

2. The man he wanted to confess to is currently sleeping, head resting on top of his dining table, after downing three shots, frowning hard at Wei Wuxian for thirty seconds, and announcing “Wei Ying. Tired. Good night.”

Wei Wuxian blames this on several things. First, Lan Zhan had shown up looking incredibly handsome. Sure, he’s always handsome, every second of every day, but today it was even worse. And he’d greeted Wei Wuxian with this barely there smile, radiating a fondness Wei Wuxian still isn’t used to having directed at him - so really, nobody can blame him for losing track of his plan for a minute or an hour.

The second thing is, maybe, that Wei Wuxian didn’t actually have a plan, per se. He knew he wanted to tell Lan Zhan “I’m in love with you, please be my boyfriend” without actually saying any of these words. Terribly uncreative and clichée, and not even the hint of a joke to counteract the sincerity? The thought alone is mortifying. So he decided to wing it, because the more he tried to think about what to say, the more his inner voice insisted that there were no words that could justify him burdening Lan Zhan with this embarrassingly huge mountain of feelings Wei Wuxian has been carrying around.

Which leads to the third thing, which is, according to Wen Qing, his “crippling self-worth issues”, and according to Jiejie his “disbelief that good things can happen to you”. Which… hm. Maybe there’s a kernel of truth somewhere, but also - hey!

He does think Lan Zhan can do better. Wei Wuxian is nothing but a messy ball of chaos, family issues, a criminal record because he was young and stupid and not yet the brilliant hacker he thought he was, abandonment issues and the occasional month or two of insomnia. And his Lan Zhan is just… so good.

A lock of hair has fallen across Lan Zhan’s face and moves every time Lan Zhan breathes out. Wei Wuxian smiles and gently tucks it behind Lan Zhan’s ear.

“Lan Zhan, what do you want me to do, when you’re this cute?”

Maybe Lan Zhan deserves better, but Wen Qing was also right when she said, brandishing a large kitchen knife (either for the vegetables or as a threat or both): “Lan Wangji surely deserves to voice his own opinion on the matter and if he wants to be with you, don’t deny him that just because you’re scared. And an idiot.”

Lan Zahn should have everything he wants in life, and if for some lucky reason this includes Wei Ying, he should do his best to make sure Lan Zahn doesn’t regret liking him.

So, he’ll confess and tell Lan Zhan that he, Wei Wuxian, is ready to commit to whatever level of commitment Lan Wangji is comfortable with. It’s the least he can do.

Well. First, Lan Zhan has to wake up from his drunken slumber.

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian softly strokes his cheek and then starts poking it, when there’s no reaction. “Lan Zhannnnnnnnnnn.”

Nope, nothing. Wei Wuxian sighs and pries the empty shot glass out of Lan Zhan’s fingers. Even like this, he’s devastatingly beautiful. Wei Wuxian takes a minute to admire this face he hasn’t been able to get out of his head since that first day at the library. And back then he didn’t even know yet, didn’t even know Lan Zhan could be gentle and caring and secretly funny and stubborn and hadn’t even seen him smile yet, corners of his mouth drawing up ever so slightly and putting anything Wei Wuxian might be carrying at the risk of falling to the ground, because he just. Can’t. Handle. It.

“What’s wrong with Lan Wangji?”

Wei Wuxian freezes and then slowly turns around to see Wen Ning staring at Lan Wangji, obviously concerned.

“Lan Zhan… may be a little drunk.”

“I was gone for no longer than thirty minutes.” Wen Ning comes over, stands next to Lan Zhan, and then pointedly looks at the tequila bottle on the table between them.

“It wasn’t my fault!” He may have opened the alcohol, but he didn’t tell Lan Zhan to drink it!

“Are you just going to leave him here?”

“A-Ning, this judgement in your voice is so unbecoming! What has Wen Qing been teaching you?” Wei Wuxian stands up and puts his arm through Wen Ning’s. “I was, of course, waiting for you! You’re so strong and tall and I’m merely a weak little computer wizard.”

Wen Ning, bless him, doesn’t even roll his eyes. He simply bends forward and carefully maneuvers Lan Zhan into a standing position.

Together, they somehow manage to drag-carry Lan Zhan into Wei Wuxian’s room and lay him down on the bed. Wei Wuxian takes off Lan Zhan’s slippers and arranges the pillow and blanket so Lan Zhan at least looks comfortable. Then he turns around to Wen Ning, who’s been hovering, clearly about to ask some annoying questions.

“So… did you… did you tell him? About your…?” Wen Ning gestures towards Wei Wuxian’s chest, possibly meaning his heart, which is endearing but also makes Wei Wuxian feel like a love-sick teenager. “Is that why he’s… like that?”

“I didn't quite get the opportunity to tell him, no. Also, why is everyone in this household so nosy?”

“I’m sorry. I thought it was okay to ask, because you’ve been talking to us about Lan Wangji non-stop for the past few weeks. I didn’t mean to pry.”

Wen Ning does his best hurt puppy face. Wei Wuxian knows he’s being toyed with while simultaneously being made fun of and he can’t help but laugh, because ah… shy little Wen Ning has come so far, he’s so proud!

“Fine, fine, don’t worry about it. Ask away, whatever.”

“Why were you even drinking? You don’t like tequila.”

That is indeed correct. Since Nie Huaisang’s 18th birthday party, Wei Wuxian cannot smell tequila anymore without having flashbacks of Jiang Cheng and him kneeling next to each other on the floor, vomiting into a bathtub. But the only other alcohol he could find was the beer in the fridge and that just hadn’t seemed like enough.

“A-Ning, I know you’re not the innocent little wallflower your sister thinks you are, so surely you’ve heard of the expression ‘liquid courage’, no? So, yes, maybe this gege of yours needed some courage tonight and yes, maybe I accidentally freaked out Lan Wangji somehow… but he ended up like that all by himself!”

They both turn around to Wei Wuxian’s bed, just in time to see Lan Wangji turn around on his stomach, his arm dragging across the bedside table and pushing Wei Wuxian’s alarm clock to the floor. That’s okay, he never uses it anyway.

“Good luck.” Wen Ning pats his arm and then leaves. Abandons him, basically. Rude. But it’s okay, he doesn’t need help or ‘luck’. Hopefully.

Wei Wuxian sighs, crouches down next to the bed, and gently rolls Lan Zhan on his back. Lan Zhan’s dark blue dress shirt is incredibly soft and shimmery, probably more expensive than all of Wei Wuxian’s clothes put together, and it’s already getting all wrinkly. Lan Zhan will surely be unhappy about that when he wakes up. Wei Wuxian can’t even offer to iron it for him, because they don’t own one.

“Lan Zhan, is it really okay such a person loves you? Someone with no means to straighten out a mess?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t reply, only huffs a little in his sleep.

“Stop being so cute, how many times do I have to tell you? Always trying to make me like you even more, attempting the impossible…” Wei Wuxian adjusts the blanket one last time and then gets up to fetch a bucket to put next to the bed. Just in case.

While Lan Wangji sleeps, Wei Wuxian plays a video game. It takes him a while to be able to focus on it though, because Lan Zhan is lying barely two feet away from him and he looks so soft. He’s also hesitant to put on his headphones, because what if Lan Zhan wakes up or makes cute noises???

However, Nie Huaisang assassinates him seven times in a row and Wei Wuxian cannot let that stand and spends about an hour showing Huaisang why Wei Wuxian’s necromancer would be ranked first on the server if he could actually be bothered chasing such dubious honours.

When Huaisang acknowledges his superiority by saying he’s ‘bored now’ and that he has ‘a hot date anyway’, Wei Wuxian stretches, takes off his headphones and treats himself to another look at Lan Zhan’s face. And almost has a heart attack, because Lan Zhan is sitting up and staring at him.

“Lan Zhan?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t say anything, only blinks slowly. Is he actually awake or doing some kind of sleepwalking or… sleepsitting? Wei Wuxian approaches the bed, Lan Zhan’s eyes never leaving his face, and then sits down on the bed, waving a hand in front of Lan Zhan’s face.

“Lan Zhan? Are you awake?”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan’s gaze is somehow simultaneously somewhere far away and intensely focused on Wei Wuxian. He’s still blinking as though his eyelids weigh several pounds.

“Alright… you can sleep more, if you want.”

“Water.”

“Yes, fantastic idea. Look at you, still so smart and practical, even when you’re drunk and sleepy. Wait here, I’ll get you some water.”

Wei Wuxian starts to get up, but Lan Zhan wraps his hands around his arm and drags him down onto the bed again.

“Wei Ying.” Is Lan Zhan… pouting? No, he is not allowed, that is too cute!

“Lan Zhan?”

“Water.”

“... Yes. I’m going to go and get some for you, okay? But first you have to let me go.”

“No.” Lan Zhan only tightens his hold. Oh fuck, he’s definitely pouting.

“Okay… but you’re thirsty?”

“Mn.”

“But I’m not allowed to get up?”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan drags his hands down Wei Wuxian’s arm until he closes them around his hand.

“Right…” Luckily, Wei Wuxian has plenty of practice arguing with stubborn people who follow their own very special kind of logic, thanks to A-Yuan. “Lan Zhan, how about you keep holding on to Wei Ying then, and we both go to the kitchen to get water?”

“Mn.”

Wei Wuxian manages to get the blanket off of Lan Zhan’s legs and him into his slippers and on his feet without letting go of his hands and doesn’t even have to dislocate his shoulder to do so. Once he’s standing, Lan Zhan follows him obediently into the kitchen. He completely ignores his surroundings in favour of looking at Wei Wuxian’s face, so Wei Wuxian has to take extra care to avoid any of A-Yuan’s toys cluttering the floor.

In the kitchen, he awkwardly uses his free hand to pour Lan Zhan a tall glass of water and puts it on the counter in front of him. Lan Zhan does not pick it up.

“Lan Zhan… that’s for you.” Wei Wuxian points at the glass, then points at Lan Zhan’s face.

Lan Zhan looks down at their hands and shakes his head.

“I would hold the glass while you drink, but that would only end in a wet mess. So, you need to let me go so you can drink.”

Lan Zhan considers this for a second and then says: “Fuck.”

“Did you just swear???” This is truly the best day of Wei Wuxian’s life.

Lan Zhan lifts his chin in defiance, clearly ready to smite everyone who would dare tell him to stop swearing. Wei Wuxian… needs him to drink this water and then sober up immediately, so he can confess or whatever, and then make out with him for five hours straight. He can barely handle Lan Zhan on a normal day, but how is he even cuter when drunk? He’s cursing, because he doesn’t want to let go of Wei Wuxian’s hand to drink some water? Illegal!

“Lan Zhan… how about you keep holding on to me with one hand and use the other for drinking? Mhm? Is that a compromise you could get behind?”

Lan Wangji sighs, clearly agreeing to a great sacrifice, and finally drinks his water. Wei Wuxian makes him drink another glass and then leads him back to his room. Still only able to use one arm freely, he arranges the pillows and his blanket, so they can both sit cross-legged on the bed, while leaning comfortably against the wall.

“I didn’t know you cursed. How naughty!”

“All the time.” Lan Zhan looks at him as though he’s stupid.

“Whaaat, you do? But not in front of me? Should I take it personally?”

“Ah… Only in my head,” Lan Zhan frowns.

“I see… My Lan Zhan keeps a lot of things inside his head, hm?” Wei Wuxian uses his free hand to stroke Lan Zhan’s forehead until he stops frowning. Lan Zhan even closes his eyes and leans a little into his touch.

“Mn.”

“You can swear in front of me all you want. Let it all out.”

Lan Zhan opens his eyes after a while, looking somewhere into the distance and says emphatically: “Fuck.”

“Yes! Exactly! Fuck it up, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian laughs happily. This is wonderful, Lan Zhan is wonderful.

“Fucking shitballs, “ Lan Zhan says, testing it out. The result seems to please him and he smiles.

“Amazing! I love it!” It’s also kinda hot and Wei Wuxian very much hopes Lan Zhan will keep this up in the future. The possibilities…

Lan Zhan spends some time simply smiling and muttering “Fuck” every few seconds, while Wei Wuxian tries really hard not to laugh. He wants to be supportive of this development, not ridicule it! When Lan Zhan seems to have gotten it out of his system, Wei Wuxian strokes his cheek to get his attention.

“Lan Zhan… you can tell me anything you want, you know? If there are things you’re tired of keeping inside, you can tell me. I will listen and keep your secrets.”

Lan Zhan turns his head and blinks a few times, until his focus is wholly on Wei Wuxian’s face again.

“Want to buy things for Wei Ying,” he whispers.

“... Huh?” What? Wei Wuxian didn’t expect these secrets to be about himself, but maybe he should have? He’d only wanted Lan Zhan to know he should feel comfortable opening up to him… This feels a bit like cheating, and he doesn’t want Lan Zhan to regret it in the morning. But knowing Lan Wangji wants to spend money is pretty harmless, as far as secrets go.

“Wanted to buy flip flops.” Lan Zhan is pouting and saying ‘flip flops’ in the most adorable way - this is a personal attack on Wei Wuxian’s heart!

“Ah… that’s terribly nice of you, but you really don’t have to! I know you probably feel bad because we clearly don’t have a lot of money here and -”

“No.” Lan Zhan scowls at him. “Want to take care of Wei Ying.”

“Oh… okay.” Wei Wuxian realises he cannot handle Lan Zhan’s earnestness any better when he’s drunk. It might be even harder now, because it’s completely unexpected. “Uhm… you’re very sweet, Lan Zhan.”

“Wei Ying is sweeter.” Lan Zhan miraculously lets go of Wei Wuxian’s hand, but only to grab Wei Wuxian’s face and pull him closer. “Fucking sweet.”

“Alright! We’re both sweeties! Got it!” Wei Wuxian must look and sound ridiculous, because Lan Zhan is kind of squeezing his face, squishing his cheeks and lips together.

“May I buy things for you?” Lan Zhan asks with such gravity, how could Wei Wuxian refuse him? How could he ever refuse him anything???

“Yes, yes, you may.”

Immediately, Lan Zhan looks terribly pleased, lets go of Wei Wuxian’s face and fishes his phone out of his pocket. Wait… is he literally going to buy something right now?

“Lan Zhan! What are you doing?”

He tries to grab Lan Zhan’s phone, but Lan Zhan only raises it high above his head, so Wei Wuxian can’t reach it anymore.

“Wei Ying said I’m allowed.”

“Wei Ying has done enough drunk shopping to know this is a bad idea! Give me your phone!”

Lan Zhan gives him his best “I’ll stare at you until you stop being an idiot” frown and Wei Wuxian sighs.

“You can buy me things tomorrow, alright? When you’re sober you can buy me flip flops, or whatever else you want, okay?”

Lan Zhan finally relents, lowers his arm and reluctantly lets Wei Wuxian take the phone from him. He puts the phone on the nightstand, leans back against the wall and suddenly… Lan Wangji turns around until he’s sitting with his back to Wei Wuxian and then leans back until his head is resting on Wei Wuxian’s lap. Oh? Oh.

“Hi?”

“Want to look at you.” Lan Zhan searches for Wei Wuxian’s hand and then presses it against his cheek. Wei Wuxian is still baffled by the fact he suddenly has a lapful of Lan Zhan, but not too baffled that he can’t indulge this drunk, earnest, adorable man and start stroking his cheek.

“I also want to look at you, so this works out nicely.”

“Mn. Like it when Wei Ying takes care of me.”

“Well, taking care of you is one of my favourite things, how convenient!”

“Mmh.” Lan Zhan smiles up at him, and Wei Wuxian really cannot believe this is his reality. These past few days he’s spent telling anyone who would listen, and even when they didn’t want to listen anymore, how he was suffering, because he was so in love with Lan Wangji, he didn’t know what to do with all these feelings and now it turns out he hadn’t even reached maximum feelings yet.

“Anything else you want to do I can help you with?”

“Mn.”

“Oh?”

“Kiss you.”

Wei Wuxian’s brain does the mental equivalent of running into a glass door. Fuck. How is he supposed to… ??!?!?!? Fuck.

“Arnhg… yes… uh, yes, we can do that.”

Lan Zhan’s smile deepens, both corners of his mouth curling up, oh no, help, he lifts his hand to Wei Wuxian’s neck and, oh shit! Wei Wuxian quickly grabs Lan Zhan’s wandering hand and pulls it down again.

“Tomorrow, we can also do that tomorrow. Or a later day. Whenever you want. Any day. Every day. Kissing is a-okay. Very welcome.”

Wei Wuxian keeps stroking Lan Zhan’s cheek, who looks disappointed, and he wants to laugh and cry, because Lan Zhan wants to kiss him. It’s not exactly a shock or a surprise but… if Wei Wuxian hadn’t been such a coward and confessed earlier and this whole tequila debacle didn’t happen, would they be kissing right now? But then he would have missed out on drunk Lan Zhan, which would have been a tragedy!

Meanwhile, drunk Lan Zhan continues to be a menace and turns his head slightly, so he can press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s thumb.

“Want to fuck you.” And then he bites Wei Wuxian’s thumb.

If Wei Wuxian was holding something, he would have thrown it across the room. But the only thing he is holding is Lan Zhan, and he doesn’t think he could throw him, even if he tried.

“Fuck!”

“Mn.” Wei Wuxian’s thumb is still in Lan Zhan’s mouth.

“Well… yes, we can do that too! Ha… I mean, hell yes. But also, Lan Zhan, please have mercy on me!”

Lan Zhan stops biting him, thank fuck, though, well, it’s not like Wei Wuxian disliked it, but also this is not the time!

“Fucking hell, Lan Zhan…”

For a drunk person, Lan Zhan looks incredibly smug. Wei Wuxian closes his eyes for a few seconds, or minutes, trying to calm his heartbeat and hoping Lan Zhan will fall asleep again soon, so Wei Wuxian can get some rest.

When he opens his eyes, Lan Zhan is still looking at him, though he’s gone back to his slow blinking, which hopefully means he’s about to nod off.

“I hope you’re happy, you have accomplished what Huaisang’s assassin couldn’t, and completely defeated me.”

Lan Zhan hums, though it seems to be a sound of contentment, rather than understanding, and he takes Wei Wuxian’s hand and moves it until it lies on top of his head. Wei Wuxian smiles down at him and begins stroking his hair. Lan Zhan sighs happily, and the next time he blinks, his eyes stay closed.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan… you should sleep sweetly, love. And when you wake up… we can start doing all the things you want to do.”

“Mhm.” Lan Zhan’s eyelids flutter and then he opens them under great strain.

“You can close your eyes, it’s okay.”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan’s eyes are suddenly intense, despite the drunk and despite the sleepy. “Have to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“Wei Ying, I l-”

Wei Wuxian quickly puts his hand over Lan Zhan’s mouth, muffling the rest of the sentence.

“Shhh, gege quiet.”

Lan Zhan frowns, clearly unhappy.

“Another thing for tomorrow. Okay? Go sleep now, love, so we can get to tomorrow quicker.”

Wei Wuxian slowly lifts his hand from Lan Zhan’s mouth and puts it on Lan Zhan’s chest instead. Lan Zhan keeps staring at him, but his frown fades as Wei Wuxian continues stroking his hair. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep, hands holding on to Wei Wuxian’s hand again.

Wei Wuxian keeps stroking his hair and looking down at him for a long, long time. He can’t believe he is this lucky. Can’t believe Lan Zhan is here and wants him. Wants them to take care of each other. Ah, Wei Wuxian really wants to cry, but he doesn’t want to cry on Lan Zhan and there is not a fucking chance he is going to move now.

So he keeps smiling, which is nicer than crying anyway.

Tomorrow.

#the untamed #mdzs #cql #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan wangji/wei wuxian #drunk!lwj #modern au #betty drabbles #To Meet You verse

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Yugi has two mommies

WARNING: the charters in this story at all 18 plus. this takes place in the Yu-Gi-Oh verse but after high school. Life after high-school.. for most it's all fun and games, and that should be true even more so for the king of games right? Well that's where your wrong. Take it from me, Yugi motto, the supposed King of games. I still defend my title and make money on the dueling circet but if you believe that i'm anything like i was before.. then again your wrong. After high school Joey and Tristen got jobs working for Duke, and live with him, still running dukes game shop while Anzu got a scholarship to go to collage. To cut down on the cost of living she moved in with Mai, and naturally, with me and Anzu dating at the time I moved in too. Mai gave me connections that helped me earn my share of the rent and I thought while i was off dueling on tours her and Anzu were just having girl talks. Little did I know.. About 2 months into the arrangement a weird thing started to happen. I started waking up wet in my bed! (If you wondering why I had my own bed, Anzu refused to go all the way. She wanted to save herself and me for marriage which I respected, though somehow saving herself involved me worshiping her pussy and sometimes..ick..asshole! Meanwhile she'd lightly play with my weenier and sometimes..uh.. let's not go into that.) Anyways, Having my own bed which was in Anzu's room.. and waking up wet repeatably she started to complain about the smell, and even when I was out of the bedroom her and Mai started to hold their noses around me! As if i still smelled like, well, you know. It was weird though, the only time I ever seemed to have a wetting accident at night was when I was home. In hindsight yeah I was a dumb ass. It was when I came back from a tour that I came into the room, and found that Anzu's bed was gone! While mine had been replaced with a toddlers bed! All of my decorations were in place on my half of the room and Anzu's half now had some boxes in it. The girls had followed me into my room and smiled at me as I turned around angery and demanded to know what was going on. I can still hear the tone of their voices, and I should of know then. "It's simple Yugi. Anzu here has been putting up with your pissy bed for weeks now and it's not fair to her. She's had to take a long shower before class or she smells like your piss." Mai started, Her tone stern and hands on her hips. "Yugi, I'm sleeping in Mai's room, just till we get this figured out." Anzu said, putting a hand on Mai's shoulder and smiling at me. Naturally her tone was softer. "You have to see this is for the best don't you? Unless your jealous Mai is gonna steal me away." Anzu teased and winked. I had blushed and huffed, then gestured to the bed. "Ohhh that.. well your mattress was ruined and the pee had soaked into the bed frame, ruining it too. We have had to toss it and then go bed shopping. And that was when well.." Anzu looked a little sheepish and turned to Mai who took over. "I spotted that bed. the mattress is specially made for potty training toddlers and has special covers that keep it from getting ruined. Plus the bed frame is metal. There's a pad under the bed to catch anything that slips off the side and well,really, you're still a lil shorty Yugi,." She said and ruffled my hair. That made me whine and mutter 'not that short' and the girls, they d'awwed. In the end I accepted the bed, it WAS good logic. Anzu had some weird odor blockers in the room with a familiar scent that I couldn't place at the time, but I'm VERY familiar with it now... Baby powder. Afterwards Anzu apologized to me. She said she should of warned me but didn't know how I'd react and for the rest of the day the girls semi spoiled me, Though it felt..I dunno.. Off. They weren't being mean and agreed with me, and even let me pick out what to watch. but normally when I picked the show I'd get a eye roll for watching things like lil duelers. It was a show meant to help young kids understand how to play duel monsters, Using the toon monster designs, but I happened to like it for some of the battles they played out (and the fact that the dark magician was one of the biggest heroes on the show didn't hurt.) But today Anzu and Mai exchanged smiles when I put it on and asked if I wanted some juice or something and exchanged smiles when I asked for milk and cookies. The tour had been a hard one with lots of unscheduled matches taking place and I was a little worn out, or that's what i told myself then when after the milk and cookies I started to get sleepy. I yawning lots and Anzu sat next to me, encouraging me to cuddle into her. I did and yawned one last time, and I swear, was just going to rest my eyes. The next time I opened them it was 7:30ish in the am and I was in bed. I'd woken up from the noise coming from the kitchen and rubbed a eye, feeling a little sheepish then noticed a few things. 1) I'd been changed out of my normal clothes (even after high-school I liked the blue jeans and jacket look) and was in a pair of kuriboh Pj's, light purple in the back round with the lil guys all over, and not something i had owned before, as I'd been trying to sleep in just my undies to cut down on the wash. It also kinda looked like fuzzball, the side kick from the cartoon show. 2) There was a stuffie of the Darkie the dark magician from my cartoon show in my bed, and more to the point, in one of my arms, which as I realized I set down. 3) The bed was DRY and a bigggg smile crossed my face and I started to yell out that the bed was dry, and called for Anzu (gah, in hindsight how toddler does THAT sound?!) till I went to get out of bed and 4) Realized that there was something under my PJ bottoms, and it was kinda.. sagging and damp. It was just as I stood up and poked my crotch, that Anzu and Mai came in and smiled. "Wow you kept the bed dry? Good job Yugi!" Anzu coo'ed and came over to hug me then paused and sniffed. I hadn't noticed the slight pee smell in the air (Heck I was practically nose deaf to it) but now realized it was in the air. "Uh-oh..well at least you kept the bed dry." she said and then tugged down my bottoms, and there it was..I was in a.. "You..you put me in.. a ..a.." I stammered, unable to say it and looked at Anzu, tears welling up in my eyes and she instantly hugged me. "Yes Yugi, I put you in a diaper. I'm sorry. I should of mentioned this was part of the plan but you were soooo upset yesterday then conked out before we could mention it." Anzu said. I'm..I'm not proud of what I did next, but i think given the situation, not a damn person could blame me. I broke down and started to bawl. What happened next was Anzu tried to comfort me the best she could, while I sobbed that I wasn't a baby and she tried to tell me no I wasn't. But Mai finally had to clear her throat and tap her wrist, Anzu was gonna be late for class. She looked mad and I thought at the time it was because she wanted to stay and comfort me, but later on I found it it was because she had wanted to handle the removal of the diaper. But the condition of her scholarship made it clear she could only be late so often and she had to boogie as was, leaving me and Mai looking at each other. (Well, more her looking at me while I rubbed my eyes and tried to stop sobbing.) "Oh for Ra's sake Yugi, it's just a wet diaper. Your acting more like a baby then dressed like one." She scolded. "I..I'm..T-trying ta..S-Stop." I hiccuped and she rolled her eyes, then came over. putting a foot on the crotch of my pants that were on the floor she lifted me up and out of them and then held me in her arms, squishing my soggy diaper and I buried my face in her shoulder and whimpered. My one small relief was that the diaper was a plain white one, though even THAT died away as Mai carried me over to where a anther one of the pads for under my bed had been set up. by said pad was two stacks. One of little duelers undies that looked like there were meant for little kids (and sadly would likely still fit me) and the other pile.. was DIAPERS. "Please please don't put me in anther diapers!" I pleaded as she laid me down, bringing my hands together and she smiled and beeped my nose. "Don't be silly Yugi, the diapies (Gah really? such a babyish phase!) Are for beddy byes, you get big boy undies for during the day." she said and chuckled like she had set up for a punchline. "O-Okay.. Why..why did you guys.. g-get all this..little kid stuff.." I asked. Because now as I looked around the room, my decorations were still up, but they were joined by lots of lil duelers and the like stuff, and those boxes were gone. "Why? Heck Yugi, you LOVE that show so we thought it would be a treat for you. Plus you snuggled right up with Darkie.it was ADORABLE." Mai gushed. I whimpered at that and had put my arms up over my face but by then Mai got to the task at hand and untaped my diaper. Now..Only very few people had seen me naked till that point. My parents (Presumably) My grandfather, Joey and Anzu. All of whom who had been somewhat.. er.. Tactful. Mai on the other hand. "Oh my god it's TINY!" She giggled and then put a hand over her mouth as I started to sniffle again and glared at her, a hand reaching down to cover myself up. (Why I didn't just sit up or stop her in the first place...I don't know) "MAI! That's mean!" I huffed instead and She nodded. She was still laughing but covering her mouth and trying not to so that was SOMETHING. I guess. "I'm..I'm sorry just..Pffft.." "You know what, Maybe I should just go and take a shower and-" I huffed but Mai put a hand on my chest and I was powerless to get up. "Nottt possible." Mai said, drawing out the first word, then went on. "Me and Anzu both went for shower's this morning, no hot water left. You better let me clean you up." "I..I can do it myself." I insisted. "Yugi, I've SEEN your undies.I know how well you can wipe." Mai said with a snicker. well, if I thought i was red faced before. In the next few minutes I did as I was told, spread as I was told, rolled over, and was of course betrayed by own body with all the attention I was getting down there. "Uh-oh! Looks like lil Yugi switched to attack mode." Mai teased and tossed the wipes, and the diaper into a small pail. "I think you can handle it from here? And uh, there are some tissues here if you wanna use those too." Mai smirked and got up, walking out of the room. Once she was out of the room the first thing I did was go over to my dresser and look for a pair of my boxers and of course, they were all gone. My clothes were still the same thankfully, save for my new sleepwear of course. I toyed with just wearing the jeans with no undies then recalled the last time I'd done that. My cock head had gotten soooo sore. Groaning i went back and grabbed a pair of the briefs and started to tug them up..and was dismayed when they more or less fit perfect. (It would of been a perfect fit if not for well, you know.) Grabbing out a shirt and jeans I headed out of the room and into the main living space,and there was Mai reading a paper and drinking some coffee. "Is there any left?" I asked. now normally I loath coffee, but at the moment I wanted to be as big and grown up as possible. "Aren't you worried it'll stunt your growth?" Mai joked then smiled as I glared. "Sorry, bad joke. There's a little bit left but I made a really strong pot Yugi. I don't think your little system can handle it, not with the lack of coffee experience anyways." She warned me. "I can so!" I huffed and getting my stepping stool, went to make myself a coffee. Ah the stepping stool. Seems whoever made these counters didn't want little kids to be able to hurt themselves and Mai admitted she'd had work done to raise them even more after a babysitting job almost turned bad. the end result? Yours truly had to get a white stepping stool to do anything on the counter top. "Yugi, all kidding aside I really don't think you should drink that, you could get a caffeine overdose and get sick to your tummy or even have a accident, and not the piddle kind." Mai warned. It was a good warning and I really should of listened, but pride can be a stupid thing. "I don't have daytime accidents. " I snapped and poured the last bit of sugar in my Blue eye white mug I never saw the smirk on Mai's face. Pouring the last bit of coffee in i got it to about 3/4's full and then got down and grabbed the milk out of the fridge, it was almost gone. "I have to head into work soon, since you'll have the day all to yourself you mind doing the shopping?" Mai asked me. Happy to be given a adult thing to do I nodded and poured the milk in and locked eyes with her as I drank it, and fought not to retch. "Oh wow, I stand corrected, Clearly you can handle your java." Mai smirked and finished her cup and put the paper down. "The list is on the fridge, if you need help with it PLEASE ask this time, I don't want you getting hurt again." Sheesh, you throw your back out carrying a couple of jugs of milk ONE time and your marked for life. Mai gave me a kiss on the forehead and took off for work, saying she'd call to check in on me. Naturally I was all was whatever and said bye. The coffee was working it's magic and I gave a little giggle and feeling FULL of energy I grabbed the shopping list and my wallet and out the door I went. You notice what I forgot to list though don't you? Thankfully the local supermarket knew me and so I didn't get the usual crap about skipping school (though they insisted I use one of the jr shopping carts..jerk butts) Zipping around the aisles and giggling a little loudly, and shaking a little, I heard more then one clerk mutter something about a sugar rush. Ignoring them I got the fruits and veggies that was on the list, some more milk, bread blah blah blah the boring stuff then came to the cookie aisle, and grinned from ear to ear. I had more then enough to go a little crazy and started to load the cart with the cookies when suddenly my tummy didn't feel right. I paused and rubbed it, and it made some funny noises and then suddenly I let out a HUGE fart that I swear they must of hear like, halfway around the world and turned crimson. I decided to play it safe and dashed for the cashier, Though I was letting out little follow up poots from my bottom and I SWEAR everyone was looking at me. Some smirked, some frowned And Maggie, the cashier, gave me a look of worry. "Sir, You can go ahead and use the washroom if you like, I'll ring this though." She offered. Maggie was in her 50's, and kind old lady, she let me get free cookies as a member of the cookie club even though technically I was too old. "I-It'll be OK." I said and flashed a smile, then my tummy hurt again and I hunched over. "Yugi dear I don't think it will be." She said and she came out from behind the till and was coming towards me when I felt anther fart brewing. "You you should stand back Maggie, I have to-" I let out a fart..that lets just say wasn't a fart and spare the awful details. In the aftermath I -might- of broken down bawling and sobbing, shaking like a leaf. Maggie tried to convince me to let her take me home or to call Mai but I just paid for the groceries and arranged delivery (thank god that was a option!) then dashed out. Some of the coffee was still helping me as I swear I was like the strike ninja I was running so fast, but still i got looks and saw people hold their noses. Thankfully I don't think anyone linked the king of games with the poopy pants bawler and I got in the building, running past one of the first floor neighbors who was coming out to walk her dog. Remember before when I aksed if you realized what I had forgotten to mention? Yeahhh I realized it too as I got to our apartment on the 3rd floor and went to grab the key, and couldn't find it. "No no no no no!" I sobbed and banged my fist on the door, letting out anther not fart and sinking to my knees. What I didn't know was the second I started to run out, Maggie god bless her interfering soul, had called Mai at the casino. Telling her what had happened Mai had rushed out of work, losing a days worth of pay to get back to the apartment asap. The rush of energy I'd felt was draining, and I was weakly resting my head on the door, whimpering no, my eye lids feeling so heavy. That's when I heard mai's voice. "Yugi!" I could tell from the tone that she had been angry at first but when I turned to her, with my tear stained cheeks and trembling bottom lip, she softened her tone and came over. "Shhh, it's OK. let's get you inside." She said gently. Mai ended up carrying me, hands under my armpit and holding me away from her, muttering something about being grateful we didn't have carpets and carried me right to the bathroom then standing me in the tub and tilting my chin up. "Yugi, I need to try and wash most of this off of you, and I don't know how much of the hot water we have back. So it's likely gonna get cold alright?" She asked. "Why..why are you..your 'pose ta be at work." I mumbled. God I was just so sleepy! "I need you to stay awake for a little while longer and we'll talk later. Come on Yugi, what do the good guys say?" She asked, quoting lil duelers. "Never..never give up." I giggled, feeling a bit out of it. The shower head was detachable and she used it to direct the flow that started off luke warm then got cold fast, and soon I was shivering and and whimpered. "Almost done buddy." Mai coo'ed to me. "Your being such a good boy Yugi.. ok, pants coming down.. Yerahhh I know buddy that's cold.. here..work with me.. there you go.. out of the sneakers and pants...and then here go, out of the undies." Mai coo'ed walking me though everything then wrapping me up in a big fluffy towel and drying me off. She sat me on the potty , with the towel around my shoulders and it was a good thing she did, I had a few more not farts and tinkled..though I was shaking so much some of the tinkle went onto the floor. Mai came in and I pointed, my teeth were chattering too much to warn her or say sorry and she smiled. "It's ok buddy, you're sick." She said and then helped me wipe and scooped me up, bringing me into my room. "I think we're gonna stay away from the coffee from now on huh?" She asked and rubbed my back. I nodded and she smirked a lil. "I'm gonna assume that's a nod and not more shakes. I want you to take a nap Yugi, on the couch with me but I wanna get you er.. in protection with all of your-" "N-N-Not F-F-Farts." I whimpered and stuttered. "Heh..yeah not farts. If that OK?" I nodded and the last thing I honestly recall was her laying me down on the pad and reaching for a diaper. "What did you think was gonna happen! You should of refused or just had him make juice!" Anzu was growling. "Look I gave up a days pay to come back and-" Mai argued back. "And you never should of gone to work! Have you been keeping him drinking fluids!?" That was the argument I woke up to, sitting up on the couch and rubbing a eye and my mouth feeling super dry. "Whats all the noise about?" I whined, and Anzu and Mai both turned to me then to each other. "we'll talk about this later." was all Anzu said to Mai, Her voice stern then came over to me. Ok, so in hindsight.. a lot of you have likely figured out what happened. Mai spiked the sugar with laxative powder since I liked to make a morning cup of juice. Instead of making a pitcher I just make it per cup, I'm weird that way. She honestly hadn't planned on me drinking the coffee and the powder was suppose to take long enough that i would of been home when it kicked in. The best laid plans or some crap like that. "Hey buddy, how are you feeling?" Anzu asked me and kissed my forehead. "Thirsty..and kinda icky in the tummy." I replied honestly. She nodded and looked to Mai, who went to the kitchen then she tugged back the blanket I'd been covered with and I blushed. I was in just a top and a diaper. a diaper what was clearly soaked, and judging from the smell.. "Mai, when was the last time you checked his diaper?" Anzu called and I whined, putting the pillow over my face. "uhhh about half a hour before you came home? Why did he have anther not fart?" "..Not fart?" Anzu asked and giggled. "Oh, it's what he call's that." "Ohhh I see.. Yeah. doesn't seem like a big one. " She called. "I'm RIGHT here you know." I huffed and Anzu blinked then looked sheepish. "ehehehe sorry, Looks like you had anther not fart Yugi, but it's OK, Your sick. Do you feel up to walking to your room with me or want me to carry you?" She asked. "I can walk!" I huffed and squirmed, getting my legs over the side of the couch and going to stand up. And then my legs, a bit weaker then I thought gave out on me and I landed with a squish. blushing and trying not to cry I just looked away from Anzu. How could she possible respect me, her boyfriend, when i was in a stinky diaper and couldn't even walk?! "Its ok Yugi." she cooed and kissed my cheek, scooped me up in her arms bridal style (thankfully!) and Mai followed her with a..BABY BOTTLE!? "I DON'T WANT THAT!" I yelled and pointed and Anzu signed. "Yugi,the baby bottle is because your dehydrated, that's why you feel so awful. But if we give you a cup you'll gulp everything down as fast as possible and give yourself tummy cramps. the nipple have only two holes in it to slow down how much you can drink so you won't get those cramps." She explained. whether or not that was a thing for real or not I couldn't say but as Anzu set me on the pad and Mai handed my the bottle, my thirst overwhelmed my humiliation and I poped it in my mouth. The girls were smiling big time as I suckled on the bottle, til Anzu scolded me a little. "your still drinking too fast. slower or your gonna get a gas bubble." "I don't think he's listening." Mai giggled and she was right, my thirst was overriding Anzu's advice now. "ooook, but don't blame me when I have to burp you after." I rolled my eyes at that, I was more then capable of belching all on my own. "Alright everyone, prepare yourself!" Anzu said ad untaped my diaper and GAH! I had thought it stunk before but this.. YUCK! (I'd find out later that those two were cheaters and had nose plugs in. jerk butts) Again I'll spare all the icky details, just that Anzu wiped me clean and again I er.. went into attack mode. "Heh, Sorry buddy. not while your sick." Was all Anzu said and had Mai get her a ice cube to make it go down to ensure that it wouldn't cause a problem. The stinky diaper went into the pail which now in hindsight was clearly a diaper pail but it really didn't click then. I was about halfway done with the bottle by that point and Anzu had a clean diaper under me, though I whined. "Your not better yet and this is just a precaution" She assured me as she was taping it up and then lifting my shirt up, and blowing a raspberry on my tummy. The evil witch knew I was SUPER ticklish and I was helpless to fight back and giggled like CRAZY, the bottle falling out of my mouth. "You know I think i saw a commercial for some little duelers diapers I think would fit Yugi." mai said while Anzu kept up her tickle torture. "We did go though a few more then expected today." she added "What do you think Yugi, want some cute diapies instead of boring white one? if you agree, giggling helplessly." Anzu said with a grin. I don't think i have to tell you what my response was. huffing and still semi giggling I relaxed in Anzu's arms, drinking from my bottle again as we went back out to the living room, though my chest started to feel a little funny the more I drank. Mai was talking to Anzu about whether or not she had any homework, then the phone rang and Mai was talking on it. Something about a chance to make up for the lost shift today as the feeling in my chest turn more and more owie and I fussed a little. Anzu smiled, not saying a word and I went from sitting in her lap my back to her front to being turned around and she patted my back before I could ask what she was doing I kinda sorta let out a super loud belch that got me a glare from Mai. "Sorry about that, Somebody hasn't learned to cover his mouth when he belches." She was saying. "Told ya that you'd get a gas bubble " Anzu giggled while I buried my face in her shoulder. "Hey, better the mouth then well." And she patted my tushie. "Anzuuuu!" I whined but then as she kept patting my tush it kinda felt.. nice.

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cometkittiesoriginalcontent · 6 years

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My Life as a Background Character: My Best Friend is a Superhero

About six months ago there was a strange fog that coated the city. It was green and seemed to glow as it enveloped everything. It was hard to see more than a few feet in front of you at any time, causing several accidents and general panic among the citizens. Most people tried to stay indoors out of fear. My parents locked the door and called into work that day. Within a few hours, the fog had dissipated, leaving no trace. City officials claimed that it was a harmless gas released from a nearby factory and that there was nothing to be afraid of and life returned to normal.

About a week later; however, people in the town began changing. Those that worked at or lived nearest to the factory had begun developing mutations. Mr. Jenkins skin turned green and he started to grow a tail, Mrs. Holden could suddenly compute advanced mathematics in her head, and little Freddy Thomas could turn invisible! These new traits were attributed to exposure to the chemical and the town was placed in quarantine as they tried to figure out what had happened and just how many people were affected. A sort of vaccine was created and given to those that were exposed to dangerous levels of the toxins. Those that had already developed mutations were given a cure and returned to normal, even little Freddy Thomas, whose mom had to search the whole town to find. The crisis was averted, or so we thought.

A small faction of the population, calling themselves the irregulars, refused to get the vaccine as they enjoyed their newfound abilities. They attacked the hospitals and destroyed the remaining vaccines, claiming that life was better as a mutant. They began terrorizing the town, looting and causing mayhem. The military was called in to deal with this new threat but they were unprepared for superhuman abilities. That is when she appeared! The Dragonfly swooped in from the sky and stopped the irregulars, saving the town from their wrath. Her translucent wings shimmered in the sun as she used her increased strength and agility to take out her foes! Greendale had its own superhero! After that day the irregulars vanished, but there were still members of the community that had never received a vaccine. Sometimes these mutant citizens decide to use their powers for selfish purposes, causing mayhem and destruction in our sleepy little town. Their troublemaking never lasts long though, with the Dragonfly there to save the day!

We had all heard the story of the Dragonfly and her heroism many many times as we traversed the halls of Greendale High. She was the most interesting thing that had ever happened to any of us in our lifetime and everyone loved to talk about her. Some students were trying to turn the attention on the by claiming to know Dragonfly personally or claiming that they were saved by her once, or in the case of Bobby Fleckman, dating her. My friends and I tried to stay out of the conversation as much as possible, choosing to avoid the topic of superheroes and mutants as much as possible. My best friend Eliza hated the topic more than anyone else though. Her father was one of the mutants that did not receive the vaccine due to the irregular’s destruction, and by the time more was made the damage had been permanent. Mr. Jones now had an extra pair of arms sticking out of his sides, and was now considered a freak by the rest of the townspeople. Mr. Jones isn’t the only mutant that did not get cured, but he is one of the few that have a visible malady, making life much harder for him and his family. Eliza hates talking about all of it because it just reminds her of how horribly everyone treats her father now. I don’t blame her.

Eliza had always been close to her father, ever since her mother died when she was nine. It had just been the two of them for years, facing the world together. Whenever she speaks of him now she seems sad. She knows how cruel people can be to those that are different, and despite Mr. Jones’ jokes about having an extra pair of hands around the house now, she knows that he is struggling to deal with his new reality. So whenever mutants or the Dragonfly get brought up I make sure to change the topic or get her out of the room as quickly as possible. I’m worried about her. She has been missing a lot of school and ditching classes lately. I just wish I knew how to help.

It has been months since the Dragonfly first appeared, but she has made regular appearances since, taking down not only mutants but also petty criminals in the streets. While I avoid the topic when I am with Eliza, I can’t help but admire the Dragonfly and what she does. Like everyone, I am star struck by the idea of having a superhero in our own backyard. Whenever there is an attack, most people run as far away as possible, but I tend to hide in a nearby alleyway or store and just watch. It’s incredible to see her in action! Her wings fluttering and her azure suit shining. She is just so strong and brave, even though she can’t be much older than me. Eliza would never speak to me again if she knew I did this, but I can’t help it! She’s just so cool!

Today is Saturday and the gang and I are all at my house playing games and unwinding after a particularly stressful week. Matthew is destroying us on his favorite fighting game, Warrior Bots. His red bot was only seconds away from destroying my blue one when mom comes in in a panic and changes it to the news. On the screen is a reporter, backed by burning buildings.

“… There is still no sign of the Dragonfly. Several businesses have been robbed and set ablaze by the mutant that calls himself Flamethrower,” the reporter says, as we all stare at the screen in horrified fascination. Eliza quietly excuses herself to the bathroom, but we barely acknowledge her leaving. Mom starts to call everyone’s parents, suggesting that they all head home for the day. I head upstairs to find Eliza only to discover that the bathroom is empty and the window is open. Eliza is gone.

The next day I wait anxiously in the classroom for Eliza to appear. She never answered my calls or texts after her disappearance on Saturday. I called her dad and he said she had made it home safely but had broken her phone. When I asked if I could speak with her he said she was busy and hung up the phone. I want to be angry at her for not telling me where she went or at least trying to call me, but I’m more worried. What if something is really wrong? What if she’s being targeted by one of the anti-mutant hate groups because of her dad? It would not be the first time she has received harsh treatment because of his condition. Just last month their house was broken into and someone had graffitied the walls with anti-mutant sentiments and crude drawings of Mr. Jones getting his extra arms chopped off. Their family has already been through so much that if something like that happened again I’m worried that Eliza might just break.

She finally arrives in class, but one look at her face has me worried all over again. She has a visible black eye and several other scrapes and bruises along her neck and arms. She sits beside me with a smile as she greets me.

“Hey Annie! What’s up girl? Sorry I didn’t call or text you this weekend. Phone broke and then I just got so busy with homework and stuff! You get it, right?” She says obviously trying to pretend that everything is okay.

“ What happened to your face?” I ask quietly. She reaches up to touch the bruise and winces.

“Oh that? Yeah, when I broke my phone I kinda tripped and, whoops clumsy me! I fell on the stairs going into the house. Scraped myself up pretty badly, huh?” she says as she shifts nervously, not looking me in the eyes. I can tell she is lying, which makes me even more worried. Before I can call her out on her lies, Mr. Diaz walks in and begins class. I look over at her as she listens intently to the lecture, planning on getting to the bottom of this later.

After first period, Eliza is nowhere to be found and seems to be avoiding me. We don’t have class together again until the end of the day, but we usually eat lunch with Matt and the others. Today she sat with the rest of the cheer squad instead. I spent my time watching her as the guys all goofed off around me.

“… And then I said I’d give him my pet llama George in exchange for his sandwich.” I hear Matt say, breaking through my inner turmoil. I give him a look to show that I am not impressed with his antics.

“What’s up with you today, miss mopey? Did you embarrass yourself in front of ol’Danny boy again?” Matt teases. At the mention of my crush, I feel my face heat up as I tackle Matt and cover his mouth with my hands.

“Shut up! Do you want everyone to hear you!?” I whisper-yell as he shakes with laughter. I release my hold on him with a grumble.

“What’s wrong Annie?” He says in a much gentler tone, “I’ve never seen you this out of it before.”

“Eliza has been acting weird and today she shows up with bruises and stuff and I swear she is avoiding me! I just want to know what’s wrong.” I tell him.

“Ann relax. If something is wrong you know she will tell you on her own time. Obsessing about it is only gonna make her push you away. Let her come to you on her own time.” He says. I know he’s right but I can’t help but worry. Lunch ends and we all head to our next class. I stay behind and attempt to approach Eliza but once she sees me coming she quickly gathers her things and leaves. All except for her backpack, which she leaves sitting on the floor. I grab it and attempt to catch up with her but she is nowhere to be seen. Her bag feels weirdly heavy as I carry it with me to class. I know I should respect her privacy and leave it closed, but with how she has been acting I feel like I need to see what’s inside. I duck into the nearest bathroom and hide in the stall. I place the bag on the ground in front of me and slowly unzip it, hoping that Eliza doesn’t get too angry with me for doing so. Once the back is unzipped I peek inside to find a strange blue fabric and yellow boots. I stand and unfurl the material and have to keep myself from screaming as I stand in the restroom holding a very recognizable costume. Eliza is Dragonfly.

I shove the costume back in the bag and rush out of the bathroom. I make a beeline back to the cafeteria and put the bag back where I found it. I’d rather her not discover that I had seen what was inside. When she arrives in our shared last period she has the bag again, obviously having gone back for it. I can barely pay attention to the teacher as I stare at it imaging the secrets that it holds. My best friend is a superhero and I didn’t know.

After that day things went back to normal. Eliza stopped avoiding me and I pretended as if nothing had changed. Internally I was screaming. My best friend regularly risked her life to save the town. She had saved me before and I did not even realize it was her. It actually seems obvious now! Dragonfly and Eliza are identical – they have the same body type, hair, skin tone, everything! I actually feel stupid that I didn’t realize it sooner. It’s no wonder she did not like talking about Dragonfly’s adventures when it was her the whole time. I keep thinking back to every missed class or canceled sleepover, trying to figure out how I missed something this monumental. I call her my best friend, but if I didn’t notice something like this can I really say that? I feel like a horrible friend.

I’m just so angry! At myself for not realizing sooner, and at her for not telling me. We are supposed to tell each other everything but she kept this from me. It really hurts. I’m also weirdly jealous. She is out having all of these great adventures while I’ve been stuck at school or home living my boring life. I could have been helping her somehow! I could’ve at least been covering for her at school but apparently, she doesn’t trust me enough… and the worst part is that I can’t confront her without telling her that I looked in her bag. Then she would really have a reason not to trust me.

A few days pass as I struggle with my newfound knowledge of Eliza’s double life. Eliza, Matt, and I are all in my room doing homework together when Eliza’s phone rings. She excuses herself to take the call. A few moments later she returns and tells us that something came up and she had to leave. Not long after she left, my mom calls me downstairs to the living room where a news report is playing on the screen. I see Eliza in her Dragonfly costume fighting a guy with flaming hair. He kept shooting fire blasts at her and as she dodged the building surrounding her would catch fire. This looks bad. I don’t say anything as I suddenly rush out the door and run down the street. I can vaguely hear Matt and my mom calling for me but I keep running. I have to make it to Eliza. She needs help. I make it to Main Street to see the destroyed buildings. People are running away from the scene as fast as possible. Some are obviously injured as they hobble their way to safety. One man that passes me looks as though he took a direct hit for the villain, his clothes singed and his face marred with fresh burns. This villain is actually hurting people. Someone tries to grab me and pull me away from the battle, but I struggle away and run into a nearby alley to hide. I had to get to Eliza and I couldn’t let anyone stop me.

I peeked out from my hiding spot to examine the damage. Main Street was burning. Everywhere you looked there were flames slowly engulfing the town, as smoke billowed up into the sky, making it hard to see – hard to breathe. I stood in my hiding spot with my shirt pulled over my face trying to filter out some of the smoke as my eyes burned. I couldn’t see Eliza anywhere and I refused to leave without her. She may be a superhero, but she is not indestructible and she is my friend. I slowly made my way out of the alleyway, ducking down to protect myself from the smoke. Dragonfly had to be here somewhere. Eliza had to be here somewhere. All around me are townspeople running and screaming as they try to escape the destruction. Never had a mutant attack been so devastating. It’s my fault. I distracted their hero just when they needed her the most. I have to fix this, but first I have to find my friend. A car slams into a building nearby and startling me out of my reverie. There. That’s where I need to go.

I slowly make my way to the site of the crash, muffling my coughs the best I can so as not to draw attention to myself. There is a small clearing ahead that seems to be free of flames and smoke. As I approach I hear the sounds of a battle. I see my best friend in her shining blue suit as she tries to talk down Firestarter, her wings bent and mangled.

“There is nothing to gain from this!” she yelled at the young mutant as he prepared another flame attack. “Look at all the damage you have caused! All of this needless destruction, all of the people you have hurt here today, they did nothing to deserve this!”

He laughed as a maniacal grin lit up his face. “Done nothin’?! These people go about their normal lives and look down on mutants like me! They act like I’m some kinda freak like I asked for this or somethin’! You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about too! Don’t even try to pretend that you don’t!” He said with a sneer. I look over at Eliza and see the conflict on her face. She knows he’s right. She has seen how they treat her father and others like him. She knows firsthand how these same people that expect her to save them would treat her if she walked around with her wings on display. I see her hesitate. Firestarter notices too and takes the opening.

Just before the flames engulf Dragonfly, something incredible happens. Another hero appears. His red suit looks hastily thrown together and crooked as if he had never sewn anything in his life. Four arms stick out from the sides, covered in red winter gloves that were probably found at the bottom of his sock drawer. He is wearing sunglasses instead of a mask, in an attempt to hide his identity. But it is obvious who has come to Dragonfly’s rescue. Mr. Jones rips the door from the wrecked car and uses it as a shield to protect himself as his daughter. He sees me and calls me over to take care of his little girl. I rush to Eliza just as he begins running straight for Firestarter, using the door as a battering ram. Eliza is on her knees, just staring at the spot her father once stood. She’s in shock, and I honestly don’t blame her but I have to get her out of here!

“Dragonfly, listen to me! We need to get out of here!” I say, trying to get her to move. She just shakes her head, looking as though she wants to cry. “He will be fine, but if you stay here it will be a distraction! He needs you to be safe. So come on! Superdad over there has got this!” she finally looks at me realizing that I know. That I know who she is and I know who had come to her rescue. She nods in understanding and I help her to her feet. We slowly make our way back to the alleyway I had been holed up in earlier.

“How long have you known?” she says looking me in the eyes. She’s covered in soot and her wings have gone limp. She doesn’t seem angry but she looks as though she could collapse at any minute.

“I have suspected something was up since Saturday when you disappeared. It wasn’t until today that I discovered the suit in your bag. I am so sorry for invading your privacy! I was so worried that something had happened! You had bruises and you were being so secretive… I just had to do something!” I find myself in near hysterics as I try to explain my reasoning. I look at her to see her response to be immediately engulfed in a hug. She shakes as she sobs into my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything is going to be alright as her tears seep into my ash covered hoodie.

We hear footsteps rapidly approaching our hiding spot and Eliza pushes me back and takes on a battle stance, ready to fight to protect me. There is no need for it as Mr. Jones comes barreling down the alley, glasses eschew and costume ripped and wraps his daughter in a hug. He carefully examines her face and the cuts and bruises she sustained from her earlier fighting. He doesn’t look much better as I notice a large gash on his lower left arm. But they are both here and they are both safe now as they cry and collapse into each other’s arms. All is well.

Later as Mr. Jones and Eliza clean up at their house, he explains what happened after we left. Apparently, he and Eliza aren’t the only heroes in town as a group of the displaced mutants that used to work at the factory appeared and helped him take down Firestarter. He explained that he and some of the other had kept in touch and once he realized that his little girl was in trouble he called on them to help.

“They all love this town even if this town doesn’t love them. And I love my girl and would do anything to keep her safe,” he explained.

“But what about Flamehead?” I asked as I sprayed Mr. Jones’ cut with disinfectant spray.

“He’s being shipped off to a special research facility upstate. They are hoping to figure out a cure and fire boy should be a perfect specimen to do their research on.” He said with a smile.

Though I’m a bit uneasy about the prospect of them conducting research on the kid, I’m still happy that he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else and if they find a cure it could benefit a lot of people, including my friend and her father. I voice this thought out loud.

“They can keep their cure! I may be a freak but I’m a freak that saved people’s lives today.” He said jovially while standing and striking a pose. “Besides… these extra limbs have kind of grown on me.”

Eliza Groans and shakes her head in dismay. “Really dad? Puns?” she says with a roll of her eyes as her father laughs at his own joke.

“ Though If I’m going to keep saving the day I’m going to need a real costume and a cool hero name! How about Armistice? Get it? Arm? Or maybe Disarmament?” Eliza grabs my hand and we run upstairs as her father keeps shouting off more and more pun-filled names, laughing the entire way. My best friend and her father are both superheroes now, and they vow to protect the people of Greendale even if the people of Greendale might not always deserve it. Everything is going to be okay.

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danfanciesphil · 6 years

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L’Histoire de L’Amour (A L’Histoire Française EPILOGUE)

If you haven’t already, I strongly recommend reading my fic L’Histoire Française (a teacher!phan au) before reading this! It will improve your enjoyment by far.

Happy Valentine’s Day to each and every one of you that read L’Histoire, I hope you have an awesome Feb 14th no matter who you spend it with. Like it or not, you are all my Valentines and this is my Vday gift to you!!

Read it HERE on Ao3!!

Shout out to my ultimate Valentine Nova, aka @manschester for being my beautiful beta! I love you to bits, but you know that ;) xxx

I hope you enjoy it.

Love, Ellen xxx

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For years, Dan had written February 14th off as a fool’s holiday. He’d never looked forward to celebrating it. The cards and gifts he saw in shops seemed cheap and tacky. Pink and red clashed awfully, in his opinion.

On Valentine’s Day of 2018, however, Dan wakes up in Paris.

He wakes in an embrace, cocooned in a safe, familiar warmth. He wakes with someone he loves, in the city they’d fallen for one another.

Last year, Dan had spent the day with Stephanie, his ex. Whilst the day had been far from a total disaster, it would be a stretch to say he’d particularly enjoyed himself. Stephanie had a lot of preconceived notions about exactly how Dan should behave on that particular holiday, based on the behaviour of her previous boyfriends.

Under her instruction, Dan had booked a table for the two of them at one of the restaurants she had told him would be appropriate to pick. He’d bought her a bouquet of red roses - his initial idea to buy wildflowers had been wrong, apparently - and selected the schmaltsiest card in the store.

He got in a bit of trouble for not adding a personal enough message, but Stephanie soon forgot, more focused on updating her Instagram story than on Dan himself. She also received a cuddly toy with a loveheart pattern on its fur, and a charm bracelet. Dan had been so out of his depth when choosing these gifts that he’d actually needed to ask Stephanie’s sister for help. So, in a way, none of the Valentine’s Day stuff he did had anything to do with him.

This year, he hasn’t gained much more control over the day itself, but the difference is palpable.This year, Dan is giddy with excitement. He looks forward to the fourteenth for weeks. He counts down from the beginning of February, setting a reminder on his phone each day, so that he knows how many days are left.

Phil notices this one Saturday morning, seeing the notification pop up on Dan’s screen as they’re laying in bed. He laughs for twelve minutes (Dan counts) and tells Dan it’s adorable. He kisses the embarrassment off of Dan’s face, assuring him that it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Honestly, Dan feels like he can’t be blamed for his excitement. Phil has booked them a trip to Paris. And not in some crummy hostel this time. There will be no hoards of difficult, rowdy teenagers, nor a figure of father-like authority to chaperone them. They’ll have one bed, all to themselves, and a whole three days of free time to explore the beauty of the city in a way they couldn’t before.

When the sun rises on the morning of Valentine’s Day, it pours, treacly and gold, through the glass doors of Dan and Phil’s hotel room, washing over Dan, burrowed beneath the duvet. Last night, when he saw the view through those windows, he’d refused to allow Phil to close the curtains. It’s not every day one is able to look out and see the Eiffel Tower, twinkling on the dark horizon.

As he drifted into sleep, he stared out at it, near breathless with wonderment.

The sun weaves into the slits between Dan’s eyelids, pulling him into the world of wakefulness once more. He smiles, lazy and happy, as he takes in the sight of the Parisian skyline beyond the glass in front of him, every bit as gorgeous as it is on the delicate tattoo etched onto Phil’s skin.

The doors open onto a balcony, a typically French affair, complete with a gilt black railing, which is currently frosted with a thick coating of snow.

After a moment of staring, Dan turns slowly, dragging his eyes from the incredible view out of the windows, to an even more fantastical sight. Phil, next to him, eyes fluttering as he swims up from the depths of whatever dream he’s submerged in. He blinks awake, sleepy and languorous, a smile melting across his mouth; arms tighten around Dan’s waist.

“Morning,” Dan murmurs, already rapturous. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Phil makes a noise of contentment, falling towards Dan and pushing their lips together. The kiss is soft with sleep, and on the verge of being too warm. There’s a hint of stubble on Phil’s chin, and Dan drags his skin against it, wanting to remind himself of how lucky he is, to be able to feel the imperfection of Phil’s unshaven jaw against his.

“H’ppy V’lentines,” Phil murmurs back.

His hands are skimming up and down Dan’s bare back. To demonstrate just how much he appreciates that sensation, Dan presses himself against Phil’s chest, slipping his tongue into the kiss. He can feel the responding rumble of laughter as it vibrates deep within Phil’s chest.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Dan complains, finding the hem of Phil’s baggy t-shirt and slipping his hands beneath it, rucking it up around his waist. “Valentine’s Day should be a no-pyjamas-allowed occasion.”

“Oh r’lly,” Phil drawls, thumb pinging the waistband of Dan’s Calvin Klein’s. “Does this rule apply to you as well, Mr Howell?”

Dan nods enthusiastically, already shimmying the offending garment over his bum with one hand. He gets them off and kicks the briefs away, sending them deep into the folds of the thick quilt.

He quickly moves to help Phil strip off too, hands frantic and fumbling as they tug and grapple with the material. Phil just chuckles against his mouth, amused by Dan’s eagerness, but welcoming of it too.

He presses some soft, open-mouthed kisses against Dan’s neck, his breath hot against the sensitive area, making Dan squirm. Phil’s hands have found their way down to Dan’s bum, and he’s squeezing it in his big palms, pulling Dan towards him so he can grind them together.

Dan slips his thigh between Phil’s legs, canting his hips up until Phil moans, until he’s sinking his teeth into Dan’s throat.

“Give me ten thousand hickeys,” Dan says, breathless. “We’re not at school for another three days, just go for it.”

Phil doesn’t respond in words, but does as he’s told nonetheless, sucking and biting over the skin of Dan’s neck. He rolls Dan onto his back and leans over him, pushing Dan’s head to the side with a sure but gentle hand, so he can gain better access to the area.

Dan gasps, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the soft, slippery sheets of this fancy king size bed. His fingers find the grooves of Phil’s shoulder blades, and he grabs on, as if they were handles specifically crafted for him to cling to.

He can feel how hard Phil has become, can feel the weighty length of him as it presses, urgent and wanting, against Dan’s thigh. Without thinking, he reaches down, wrapping his hand around it.

He can feel the stutter Phil chokes out as he feels this. He stops sucking for a moment, just breathing hard into the crook of Dan’s neck.

“You have such soft hands,” he murmurs, the words slurred. “They feel so good.”

“Wanna feel something even better?”

Phil draws backwards a little, looking Dan in the eye. He’s squinting, because he hasn’t got his contacts in, and just knowing this one, tiny fact is fantastic enough to prompt a fizz of elation in Dan’s stomach. He grins up at Phil, kissing him soundly, once, before rolling them over, landing on top of him.

He throws the covers backwards, exposing their naked bodies to the chilly air of the room. It makes Phil gasp, but Dan doesn’t let himself feel too guilty. Neither of them are going to be cold for long.

He kisses down Phil’s chest, going quickly because he’s impatient, and besides - this is something he loves doing. As soon as he realises what’s happening, Phil groans, one hand flying up to plunge into his shock of bed hair.

In the past couple of months since he and Phil started dating, Dan has gotten a lot better at this. It had never been something he expected he would particularly enjoy, at least no more than going down on girls, but to his surprise, it’s become something of a kink for him. He’s not sure if the fact that it’s Phil in particular that makes the act more of a turn on than if it were another, random man. No matter the reason, though, going down on Phil is such a pleasurable activity, that Dan seizes almost any opportunity to do it.

This, for obvious reasons, is not always entirely appropriate. They’ve only done it at school once, and Phil had been so terrified of someone walking in that he hadn’t even finished, but it had still been exciting. Later, once Valentine’s Day is out of the way, and things have settled down, Dan’s planning on trying that again.

Nobody ever comes in to Phil’s classroom at break times anyway.

Once he’s slipped his mouth over Phil’s erection, a sense of confidence floods Dan’s body, and he sinks down, the gears of his muscle memory whirring into life as his mouth and throat relax in order to accommodate him. That’s another point that Dan has previously considered - that perhaps the size of his boyfriend’s equipment has an impact on how incredibly hot Dan finds this.

He sinks down, feeling his throat muscles quivering as they struggle to accept the girth of Phil, but persevering nonetheless. He bobs his head, settling into a steady rhythm. Phil twitches and moans, his hips stuttering, as if he’s trying to prevent himself from thrusting forwards. Dan wishes he wouldn’t bother; he finds it even hotter when Phil loses control.

He can hear the curses falling from Phil’s lips. They’re French curse words, but Dan has long ago learned to recognise them for what they are.

“Merde, oh, putain...Dan...”

Phil only swears when he’s getting close to coming, so Dan pulls off, crawling back over him in order to seal their mouths together.

“Baise-moi,” Dan whispers into Phil’s ear, knowing that this one, filthy phrase never fails to get Phil ridiculously worked up.

Just as expected, Phil groans, long and tortured, shoving two fingers into Dan’s mouth. Obediently, Dan sucks on them, being deliberately sloppy, and Phil watches him with wide, unblinking eyes, his pupils blown. He probably can’t see more than a blurred image of Dan’s general form, but even so, Dan gives it all he’s got.

Phil pulls his fingers free with a pop, pressing them without preamble against the spot between Dan’s cheeks, slipping a finger into Dan immediately. Dan hisses, clenching around the intrusion. They should probably be using lube, but Dan knows that Phil is only bypassing this step because it’s been less than twelve hours since he had Dan spread out on his fingers in this very bed.

He’d fingered Dan last night when they got to the room, exhausted as they both were from a day of travel. They’d checked in to the posh hotel Phil had booked for them, climbed the stairs to their room, and immediately hopped into the walk-in shower together. They’d washed the grime of two stations and several hours of Eurostar off one another under the stream, and fallen, wrapped in pristine, white fluffy towels, onto the enormous bed. It had taken about ten seconds of Phil eyeing Dan, naked in only a towel, to be pulling it off him, slicking up his fingers, and fucking him with them until he saw stars.

“Don’t worry,” Dan chokes out now, as Phil slips a third finger in. “I’m ready, just fuck me.”

Phil hesitates, seeming unsure, so Dan takes it upon himself to wrap a hand around Phil’s length, positioning him, before sinking down into his lap. It seems to punch the air straight out of Phil’s lungs. Hands clutch at Dan’s hips, fingers digging deeply into the flesh. Phil tosses his head back, gasping for a breath, and Dan just closes his eyes, heart thrumming as he feels Phil sliding into him.

He rocks himself down, wanting to draw Phil deeply, to fill himself up. He sets up a slow, careful rhythm, drawing out the bliss of this moment. The two of them, joined so intimately, tucked away in their room in the midst of the sprawling city of love, on the morning of the day that celebrates the same.

“Oh, fuck,” Dan moans as the tip drags across his prostate. “Fuck, Phil, je t’aime.”

He can feel Phil’s surprise in the judder of his hips. “J-je t’aime aussi, Dan.”

“I really, really love you,” Dan gasps out, speeding up his movements now.

Phil moans, his hands skimming up Dan’s sides. He moves one hand into Dan’s lap, takes hold of his erection in one fist, making Dan groan.

“I know, Dan,” Phil assures him, hand moving in sure, deliberate strokes. “I think you might be the love of my life.”

Dan comes as soon as the words leave Phil’s mouth, and he bows forwards, his whole body wracked with a spasm as the lightning bolt of ecstasy jolts through him. His hands fall to Phil’s chest, and he continues thrusting himself down, wanting to elongate the instant, to send Phil tumbling into this euphoria along with him.

Phil follows moments later, muttering something in French as he shoves himself deeper inside of Dan, burrowing into the heat, his hands clutching tightly.

When it’s over, they fall onto the mattress beside one another, exhausted and elated, the hum of pleasure still skimming across their skin.

“Hmm, an excellent way to begin this day,” Dan says in approval, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment, just basking in the afterglow.

Phil laughs turning to face him. There’s a soft, rosy colour to his pale cheeks. Dan leans in to kiss it, smiling. “You’ve seen nothing yet.”

Dan’s eyebrows shoot up his head, interested. “Oh?”

“I’ve got a whole plethora of Valentines activities in store for you, Danny boy.”

“You… have?”

“Oh yes,” Phil says, grinning. “We should probably get up, in fact. We need to get started.”

Dan can only watch in bewilderment as Phil swings his legs out of the bed, walking towards the bathroom, a slight sway in his hips as he goes.

Phil had not been lying when he’d spoken of a full, activity-packed day.

At the end of it, Dan collapses, completely spent, onto the bed in which he’d woken up so wonderfully that morning, and slings his forearm over his eyes - a vague attempt to block out the bright ceiling light.

Merciful, sweet Adonis that he is, Phil turns the dimmer switch down, smiling. As he feels the sweet sensation of Phil laying down beside him, Dan makes a sound of approval, and tucks himself into Phil’s side.

Laughing, Phil pushes his fingers into Dan’s curls, stroking gently. “I wore you out,” he says.

“You fucking did,” Dan agrees.

He’s seconds away from unconsciousness, he can tell. It’s unfortunate, because initially he’d been expecting a passion-filled Valentine’s night. He’d wondered about the various different things he could expect, sexually speaking, on this extra-romantic holiday.

Knowing Phil, there were probably some things planned.

It will just have to wait though, Dan tells his overtired brain, disappointing though that is. He can ask Phil to extend their Valentine’s Day through to tomorrow. There’d be no reason for the older man to object that Dan can think of.

“Did you have a good Valentine’s Day, at least?”

Dan peels his eyes open, horrified that Phil would even need to ask. He frowns up at Phil’s face, trying to convey how silly this question is.

“I had the best Valentine’s Day anyone has ever had in the history of Valentine’s Days,” Dan says with total honesty. “Was that not obvious?”

A smile slides across Phil’s mouth. “What was your favourite part?”

“Hmm,” Dan says sarcastically, his head dropping onto Phil’s chest. “There’s not much to choose from, is there? The private dinner for two on a boat ride down the Seine? Champagne and chocolate tasting in Montmartre? Sneaking past the guards to kiss Oscar Wilde’s tomb? You, recreating our trip to the Eiffel Tower by buying me every single red rose in sight?”

“Yeah,” Phil says with a dramatic sigh. “I see what you mean. I could’ve done better, really. I’ll up my game next year, I swear.”

The smile spreads like warm honey across Dan’s face, stretching and growing until he feels a laugh of pure joy bubbling in his throat. He tilts his face up to look at Phil, knowing that he probably looks like a lunatic, and that his dimples are undoubtedly deep caverns in his cheeks, but he doesn’t care.

This mad, beautiful, incredible man loves him. He loves him so much that he took this day, and used it as an excuse to lavish Dan with an absurd amount of romance. He spoiled Dan in a way he’s never experienced, he poured such thick, syrupy love all over him that Dan is sure he’ll never be able to swim free.

And he never wants to. He’ll happily drown in it, happily drink it all down, sickly sweet as it is. He loves Phil so much in return that he thinks his heart could burst from it. It often seems to be trying - splitting at the seams, bulging with adoration.

He surges up and kisses Phil, shoving the tiredness dragging on his limbs to one side as he flings his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “Nope,” Dan tells him, speaking the words against Phil’s lips. “L’annee prochaine, c’est mon tour.”

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!! <3

#phandom fic fests #l'histoire française #valentines day fic fest #valentines day #phan

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spider-bih · 6 years

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Possibility P.7 [Peter Parker] [Realizations]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Chubby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Body Shame, Hurtful Words, Bullies, Cursing etc

A/N: This is in Peter’s P.O.V. It’s angsty. Also it is like 12 am rn and I’m a lil sleepy- so if this is shitty I’m so sorry. I’m lame tho so it’s chill lol

Part 6, Masterlist, Part 8

Peter left your apartment with a heavy heart. He finally understood everything now- he saw you. Just about everyone knew he’d always harbored a crush on you. He had since some months after he met you. How could he not? You were wonderful. Absolutely breathtaking in every way- and he yearned for nothing more than to be with you. He’d dreamed of holding your hand under the lab tables and pressing sweet kisses to your lips. He knew nothing of kissing, but he imagined your lips to be wonderfully soft. He just wanted you- exactly as you were.

For the longest time though, he thought you didn’t want him that way.

He now saw that he was wrong. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him or didn’t like him. It was that you didn’t think he wanted you because of your body. You didn’t want yourself because of your body- you didn’t love yourself. He could see it now- everything made sense now. The way you’d softly say thank you to any compliments, but then grow quiet afterwards. How you’d laugh bitterly sometimes at backhanded compliments from strangers or from Flash. He now knew why you liked your hoodies especially baggy and your jeans long and just one size too big.

You were uncomfortable in your own skin- and that fact made his chest ache.

People had gotten under your skin with their mean words and cruel laughter- long before he met you. The backhanded compliments and teasing was all you’d ever known. Boys never showed you anything other than teasing or pitiful friendliness. So of course all his hints went unnoticed. You thought he was just being nice when he told you you looked beautiful. You thought he was just being a friend-

You thought he was different.

Oh god- it all hit him like a train now. He had a shot with you- he could’ve taken you to Homecoming. He could’ve seen you in that beautiful dress with your hair up and ugh- he blew it all- but wait. No matter what he did- he’d have fucked up somewhere. If he had went with you, he’d have never met Liz’s Dad. He would’ve never known who The Vulture was or that he was after Mr.Stark’s plane full of his tech. Or maybe he would have- but then he would’ve had to ditch you. There was no winning in this situation and he hated that. He hated knowing he hurt you while he was pining after another girl. That all this time he could’ve just been with you. You.

Tonight was so incredibly fucked. He looked and felt like an ass for ditching his Homecoming date not even minutes after arriving. He got his ass handed to him- twice. Yes, he saved Mr.Stark’s tech- but not you. The image of you with your smeared make-up, messy hair and sad eyes was forever burned into the back of his eyelids. The hurt in your voice bounced around his head.

“Girls like me just.. we aren’t like.. wanted?”, you had said to him. “That’s what happened to me. I was a back-up plan.”, that sentence- that one right there shot through his chest. He never, ever, meant to make you feel that way. You weren’t a back-up to him. You weren’t unwanted or unattractive- you were quite the opposite. He wanted you- wanted to be with you and to be yours.

“Idiot..”, he murmured to himself as he snuck into his room. He was bloody, bruised and covered in sand. He ached- both emotionally and physically.

“By different, I meant that I thought that...maybe he actually liked me.”, that one sentence bounced around his head more than the others. Your voice sounded so sad- so hurt. He did like you- he never stopped! His feelings for you never dissipated- he just allowed himself to give up. He read you so wrong- he didn’t try hard enough. He let his own fear of rejection consume him and his every thought. He didn’t want to lose you as a friend- but he’d already done some damage hadn’t he? He knew he hurt you with how often he would bail- that you felt like shit for those few weeks that he didn’t speak to you. He had felt like shit too- just by looking at you.

So what now? How does he fix this one?

It’s not like he can just go up to you and say, “Hey! I’m Spider-Man! You were talking to me that night and I know you like me- but wait, it’s okay! I like you too!” Surely you’d be pissed at him for being as nosey as he had been that night- for basically lying. Plus, he couldn’t just up and tell you who he was. You knowing could put you at risk, and he knew you would worry like mad. So what was he supposed to do? You thought he was with Liz- but that wasn’t true. After tonight he was sure Liz wanted nothing to do with him and he didn’t blame her. What he did was shitty- but he couldn’t tell her why. He couldn’t even tell you why he was as flaky as he was, and oh he wanted to. He really did. He wanted to spill everything- to come clean, but he couldn’t. You wouldn’t catch his hints- hell you might not even listen to him. Why would you? He’s bailed like mad- acted shady and flaky, and then he completely ditched you just before Homecoming. He thought he was doing things right. He thought that by shoving his feelings for you away, he was saving the friendship you two shared.

He was wrong, and it took some help from his alter-ego to see that.

Now he wondered what else his alter-ego might be able to help with..

Possibility Tags: @onelovewonderwoman, @ashleighrebekah, @leilei-draws, @sarcasticvodka, @andreuskystuff, @pammy17, @bruisesnscrapes, @bit-bot0711

Permanent Tags: @o-brienwrites, @spidergirlwanab, @thumper-darling, @mydearestsammy , @bagginsofbagend, @hofsten , @cosmetologynerd , @timelord-sorcerer, @i-love-superhero, @mendes-holland, @dangerousluv1, @malumplaylist, @faithful-music [Hope I didn’t forget anyone :/]

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lamptracker · 7 years

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FIC: Tonight, I’ll need you to stay (part 2)

Here is part 2! This is the last part, too. Much less heavy than the last part.

Part 1:

http://lamptracker.tumblr.com/post/165094836978/fic-tonight-ill-need-you-to-stay

Title: Tonight, I’ll need you to stay (part 2) Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader Summary: After her relationship with abusive Brad comes to an end, Tom helps the reader pick up the pieces. Warnings: Smut! Also some fluff, swearing, and mention of abuse.

Fulfills the anon’s last prompt in the long list: “Are you sure about this?”

Time, as it does, goes by. (Y/n) has been living with Tom and Harrison. She’d quit her job, as her office was near Brad’s. Despite the fact that both Tom and Harrison said she didn’t necessarily have to work, that she’d be taken care of, she decided she couldn’t just sit around and started freelancing. For some reason Brad had always talked her out of freelancing. But she loved it - the freedom of hours, the freedom of choosing her own clients, the fact that she didn’t have to give a portion of her commission to her boss.

She’s going to therapy, to help heal some of the damage Brad caused. And he caused quite a bit. Some nights she does fine on her own. Some nights, she has such horrible, vivid nightmares about Brad and what he has done or could have done. Those nights, she ends up crawling into bed with Tom. He never minds; rather, he likes knowing he can be a source of comfort to her.

She ran into Brad, once. She was walking Tessa through the park; he was jogging. He said hello, she offered a cool hello back and asked for, at the very least, an apology. He offered a half-hearted “sorry” and grabbed her, trying to kiss her. She punched him in the face. Tessa bit his calf, not hard enough for stitches but hard enough to bruise and convince him that he wouldn’t dare try anything more.

Tom was super proud of both of his girls.

On this night, about six months after she left Brad, (y/n) and Tom are hanging out at home. Harrison is out on a date so it’s just the two of them. They’re lounging on the couch, watching Netflix, when suddenly (y/n) says:

“Tom? I think I’m ready.”

“Ready for what? Next episode?”

“No, Tom.” She takes his hand. “I’m ready.”

“Oh.” Tom smiles. “Are you sure about this?”

(Y/n) nods. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. I’m ready to be in love again, with someone who actually cares about me.” She squeezed his hand. “I was talking to my therapist about you today. She’s the one that said I should go for it. You’ve been so wonderful to me through all this. Part of me is always going to be scarred by what Brad did to me. But with you, that scar doesn’t seem so big. I… I want this, Tom.”

“I want this too.” Tom gently cups her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly. “I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you, Tom. But before we do anything, I need to talk about Brad. I just want to kick the elephant out of the room straight away.” She sighs, and takes Tom’s hand again. “After I decided that you and I could never be, I asked a girl I worked with to set me up with someone. She knew Brad through a friend of hers and thought we’d be great together. And we were, at first. A few months in, he asks me to move in with him. We start fighting more. He blames me for all of it. He starts calling me names, belittling me. Telling me I was a whore for having guys as best friends. Told me I was stupid on more than one occasion. Rarely would have sex with me, can’t really call it ‘making love’ because there was no love whatsoever involved in it. And when he did, he’d make me leave the lights off. He always found something to criticize me about. My boobs weren’t big enough, my stomach wasn’t flat enough, my hair looked weird. But, you know, I stayed with him because I didn’t think I could do any better. I didn’t realize it until the day he hit me that I’d settled. I didn’t need to settle. I should have just talked to you in the beginning.”

“Oh, darling,” Tom replies softly. “I had no idea he’d been so horrible.”

“Me either, honestly. My parents had an abusive relationship. I thought it was normal. You’ve taught me that I am deserving of someone that actually treats me well. You’re my best friend and I realize now you’re so much more. Thank you for waiting.”

“For you, I would have waited forever.” He kisses her again, softly to start, but soon the kiss deepens. His hand finds its way up the back of her shirt, fingers dancing over her bra clasp.

“Wait,” he says quietly. “Is this okay?”

(Y/n) nods. “I really want this, Tom. I want you.”

“Well, let’s move this to the bedroom, then.” Tom stands up and scoops her up, carrying her bridal style to his bedroom.

When they get to the bedroom, he gently places her on the edge of the bed. “You’re sure about this?” He asks, again.

(Y/n) laughs softly. “Yes, Tom. I’ve wanted this since we were 15. Now would you please just fuck me?”

“Be careful what you wish for, darling,” Tom growls. He undoes his belt and pulls his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop; (y/n) gasps at the size of him. He’s a lot bigger than she imagined. They’d been friends for years, sure, but never had they had the opportunity (or a reason) to see each other naked.

He pulls his shirt off and motions for her to do the same. She quickly sheds her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties. Tom slips a hand into her panties while carefully undoing the clasp of her bra with his other hand.

“Oh, Tom,” she breathes, leaning into his touch.

He rubs his thumb over her clit as he slides the bra off of her shoulders. She shudders at the sudden contact and he steps back a moment to admire her.

“Dear God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. He pulls his hand out of her panties, pulling them off of her. “These are perfect.” He cups her breasts in his hands and bends down to gently suck on her nipples, first the right, then the left. “You’re perfect.” He gently brushes his lips against hers.

(Y/n) reaches up to explore Tom’s body, starting at his abs and gently caressing up his chest. He moans as she runs her hands over his biceps, then back down his chest to his dick, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, liked that, did you?” she purrs, as he hungrily attacks her lips again and pushes her back onto the bed.

He reaches a hand down between her legs, thumb grazing her clit again. He move his hand down to her slit, which is already slick.

“Oh, darling,” he coos. “You’re so wet for me. I love it.”

He slips two fingers inside of her, gently working them back and forth.

“Oh, fuck, Tom,” she moans. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does.” He continues working his fingers for a few minutes until (y/n) can’t take it any more.

“Please, Tom,” she begs. “Fuck me.”

If it were possible for Tom’s dick to get any harder, it would have.

“Anything for you, darling.” He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to her lips; she takes them into her mouth so she can taste herself on him. He kisses her again, roughly, and gently reaches down to line up the head of his cock with her opening.

“Ready?” he asks, and she nods.

He gently pushes himself in, just the head at first, and just as gently draws himself out. He repeats this, going a little deeper each time, until he’s completely sheathed by her wetness.

“Shit, darling,” he says, grabbing her hips. “You’re so tight. Feels so good. I’m not going to last long.”

“Me either,” she moans. “Faster, baby, please.”

“Since you begged for it.” He quickens his pace; the room is silent save for the natural sounds of his thrusting and the occasional moan.

“Oh, Tom. Tom, you feel so good.”

“You do too, (y/n). Oh, I’m going to-”

Tom tenses up suddenly as he starts to come, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. (Y/n) savors how he feels, pulsating inside of her.

“Tom, that was so fucking hot, I’m so close, baby,” she murmurs. Still inside her, he reaches his hand down and strokes her clit until her walls tighten around him and her orgasm hits.

It’s the best one she’s ever had.

As she comes down from her high, Tom pulls himself out, rolls to one side, and collapses on his back to catch his breath.

“Wow, Tom,” she says, after a moment. “That was amazing.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Tom leans over to kiss her softly. “You’re amazing.”

She reaches up to brush a wayward lock of hair off his forehead. “You left the lights on.”

Tom smiles. “I couldn’t not see my girl.”

(Y/n) blushes. “I’m your girl?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

She settles her head onto his bare chest. “I love you, Tom.”

“I love you too, darling. And I will always leave the lights on for you. In my eyes, you’re absolutely perfect.”

A tear slips down her cheek.

“Oh, no,” Tom gasps. “What’s happened? Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” she says. “You’ve said something right. I know I said I wouldn’t bring him up again, but… Brad never said anything like that. He never said I was perfect, or beautiful, or anything. I’m just… I still have trouble realizing that I’m worthy of being loved.”

“You are, though.” Tom brushes his thumb over her lower lip. “You’re beautiful and smart and amazing in every possible way. I am damn lucky to have you, and I will let you know it every single day.” He grins slyly. “Plus, you’re fucking dynamite in the sack.”

(y/n) giggles. “You’re no slouch in that department yourself, you know.”

“I aim to please,” he says, and the two dissolve into laughter.

“Oh, man.” She sits up, grabbing Tom’s shirt off the floor and pulling it on over her head. “I am in no way sleepy. Want to go to the kitchen and have a cup of tea with me?” She quickly pulls on her panties.

“Why, (y/n), are you asking me out on a date?” They laugh as he stands up and puts on his pajama pants. They head to the kitchen, where (y/n) starts a kettle boiling on the stove. Tom gets out two cups and two tea bags, then leans against the counter. He just stares at (y/n) for a very long time.

“What?” (y/n) says.

“Oh, nothing. You just look so sexy in my shirt, that’s all.”

(Y/n) blushes. “Oh, stop it.”

“You do, though! I’d go for round two if we didn’t have tea water going.”

“Maybe later. But we can make out, though, I like doing that.”

Tom just smiles as his lips find hers again. He gently takes her bottom lip in his teeth and is about to slip his tongue between her teeth when the door slams.

“Honey, I’m home,” Harrison calls out, sounding defeated.

“Hey, Tiger.” Tom reaches into the cupboard for a third cup and tea bag. “How’d the big date go?”

“It was bleedin’ awful,” Harrison grouses. “I won’t go through the whole thing, because honestly I don’t want to relive it. But! She’s unemployed, she still has pictures of all her ex-boyfriends on her phone, she still texts all of her ex-boyfriends. She’s not a dog person. She threw her napkin at me - with all the silverware still rolled into it - because I ordered steak, she lectured me for five minutes about how she’s a vegan and she’s going to single-handedly save the planet by not eating meat, then when the steak arrived she picked all the veggies off my plate.”

“She’s not a dog person?” Tom asks, showing his priorities.

“She ate the steak veggies?” (Y/n) asks, showing hers. “Those are the best part!”

Harrison scoffs. “I know! Oh yeah, and one of those ex-boyfriends is none other than our pal Brad. I just told her, ‘Oh, my friend used to date him too, about six months ago.’ Then she told me everything Brad had told her about (y/n), and she took his side. And that right there was the tipping point. It’s been half an hour and as far as she knows, I’m still in the bathroom.”

Tom pales for a moment, trying to gauge (Y/n)’s reaction.

(Y/n) snorts. “Well, sounds like you dodged a bullet there, Haz.” She gives him a quick peck on the cheek. “Sorry you had such a rough night.” She pulls him in for a friendly hug; Harrison drops his forehead onto her shoulder and groans.

Tom sighs in relief.

Harrison stands up straight, taking off his jacket. “It happens. I...wait a tic.” He points at (y/n). “That’s Tom’s shirt.”

“How very astute of you,” (y/n) replies. The kettle starts whistling, so she takes it off the stovetop and quickly pours the water into the cups Tom has prepared.

“You out of laundry, or…?”

Tom laughs as he wraps an arm around her waist. “We’re together now, you div. If my timeline is correct, it happened about the time a vegan stole your meat-infused vegetables.”

Harrison smiles, and pulls you both in for a group hug. “I am so happy for you guys! Truly, I am. This is fantastic.”

“Thanks, Haz.” (Y/n) smiles.

“We’ll find you someone too, buddy,” Tom says.

“I think he already has someone,” (Y/n) replies teasingly. “Did you see what Jacob wrote on his last Instagram post?”

Harrison groans again, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m going to go shower, try to wash this terrible night off of me. I’ll see you two nitwits in the morning.” He grabs his tea and walks down the hallway.

(Y/n) laughs as she sips her tea. “This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

“We didn’t even do anything.”

(Y/n) raises her eyebrows. “You did me.”

Tom laughs. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Tom. And thank you again.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

(Y/n) wraps her arms around Tom’s waist and sighs happily. It took awhile, but she finally feels whole again. And she has Tom to thank for it.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #oh and harrison's in this thing too

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crowned-ladybug · 7 years

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Friday the 13th

Egotober, Day 13

Egotober list by @ego-surveillance-squad

This was supposed to have more to it, but for once I was reasonable and knew that I wouldn’t have the time nor the energy to finish it had I continued it. Plus it was pretty round like this anyway.

@magic-marvin-protection-patrol a bit of pointless fluff in the middle of the Jimpocalypse?

Characters: Marvin, Jackie

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none.

If Jackie knows one thing about Marvin, it's that he's usually everywhere, full of energy and doing about ten things all at once and then crashing on the couch (or on Jackie) once his current buffer of energy runs out. Then he's back at it again in no time, practising dangerous magic, trying drawing tips from Signe, raiding the kitchen for snacks or just being an all-around dork. He's nearly impossible to keep up with, but Jackie has experience. He can't even begin to imagine how boring his life would be without Marvin.

It's rare that Marvin stays in his room for long without announcing that he will beforehand, but that's exactly what he's doing right now and honestly, Jackie is a little worried. It's past nine in the morning, and while neither of them are early risers if they can help it, Marvin usually only remains in bed after he'd woken up if Jackie asks him to. Meaning he's still yet to wake up at all today, seeing as he hasn't left his room yet.

It's really about time for him to come stumbling out of his room in search of breakfast, Jackie thinks to himself. He himself has been up for over an hour now and he's fully awake and dressed and ready for the day. But the day wouldn't be the same without his best friend. Also, he just really wants to enjoy the sight that is a sleepy Marvin. Because sleepy Marvin is a sight, at least to Jackie. Sleepy Marvin in a hoodie pulled over his pyjamas, mismatched socks or fuzzy slippers on his feet, hair a big mess, maybe not even wearing a mask, is one of Jackie's favourite things about mornings. He entirely blames Marvin's cute sleepy face for the habit the two of them greeting each other with a hug nearly every morning (granted they hadn't spent the night passed out together on the same bed or the couch).

But now Marvin is still yet to show himself and Jackie seriously wonders why.

He gives up on trying to read the comic book in his hand and goes to investigate. Worst case scenario he will find Marvin still asleep and then maybe he'll leave him alone. Maybe. Jackie can't guarantee he won't be thinking about pulling pranks if he finds that Marvin is being an exceptionally lazy butt.

Jackie opens the door to Marvin's room quietly in case his friend really is sleeping. Turns out, he isn't. Marvin is sitting on his bed, still in pyjamas and without his mask, staring at the opposite wall either very deep in thought or just completely spaced out. He doesn't even notice Jackie entering.

And that's his great mistake. Because the opportunity is just too great to pass up in Jackie's eyes, and with a leap worthy of a gymnast and a triumphant cry he tackles Marvin right into the bed. Marvin squeaks in surprise and fights to escape Jackie's grip, but Jackie pins him down effectively. He's got quite the experience at it.

"Sup," Jackie grins and Marvin wants to wipe said grin off his face, but he's kind of helpless at the moment. So instead he just laughs.

"Geddofameh."

"Excuse you?" Jackie laughs too, though he has a pretty solid guess as to what Marvin was trying to say.

"I said," Marvin sucks in a breath and Jackie notices the familiar glint of mischief in his eyes just a second too late. "Get off of me!" and with that Marvin yanks one of his wrist back toward himself, effectively tugging Jackie's hand with it and making him lose his balance, sending him tumbling onto his side. Before Jackie could react he has Marvin over him, trying to wrestle him down.

"You little- ugh," his words are cut off as he's shoved back. At this point neither of them really know what they're doing aside from trying to win or just get a grip on the other. "Marvin! Marvin, glasses!" Jackie goes still out of caution as he feels Marvin knock his head.

"Oops," Marvin sits back a little, using the sudden break to catch his breath. "Sorry, I forgot."

"It's alright, just lemme get them off," Jackie pulls off his glasses and quickly fixes his hair, and he can just about reach Marvin's nightstand to get the glasses to safety. "Alright."

Marvin watches for the sign that it's safe to resume the fight, but the only sign he gets is when he's tugged forward and Jackie is suddenly trying to pin him down again. "You shithead!" Marvin laughs and tries to pry Jackie's hand from his shirt. "You cheated!"

Jackie is about to shoot back that it's pretty hard to cheat when there are no rules to begin with when Marvin manages to push himself up and stand on his knees again and Jackie needs to concentrate fully on bringing him down. Except Marvin measures how much of the bed he's still got left behind him wrong and Jackie doesn't need to plot against him any longer because gravity does the job for him. Marvin's right knee slips beyond the edge of the mattress and the next second he lands on the ground with a loud crash.

Jackie looks at him over the edge of the bed with a smirk once he's sure Marvin isn't actually hurt. "I don't even need to cheat. You can lose just as well all by yourself."

Marvin is laughing too hard to respond. Jackie's smirk softens into a smile as he moves to sit next to his friend and wait until his laughing fit calms. Just for good measure he sits down with his legs draped over Marvin's stomach to prevent him from getting up easily.

"Good morning, by the way," Jackie leans back on his hands with an easygoing smile. Marvin's face is a little blurry for him without glasses, but it's nothing he can't deal with.

"Good-...ah, fuck," Marvin heaves another laugh. He runs his hand through his hair and then leaves his arm behind his head. "Good morning to you too, asshole."

"Wow, is that the way you treat your best friend now?"

"My best friend who jumped me and tried to kill me?" Marvin shoots back and Jackie gives him a "really?" look. "Why, yes."

Jackie rolls his eyes and chuckles. "What were you even doing, anyway? Counting dust particles? Forgetting how to do magic?"

"Shut your heck," he shoves Jackie's knee but makes no effort to push him off. "I'll have you know that I was thinking."

"Wow, was it hard?"

"I hate you," he shoves Jackie's legs again, but laughs nonetheless. "Can we get back on the bed by the way? The floor isn't good for lying on and all that."

"You're just full of complaints, aren't you?" Jackie says mockingly, but he gets off Marvin and offers him a hand to help him get up. Marvin takes it and a second later they tumble back onto the bed in a very disorganised fashion.

There's still that glint of mischief in Marvin's eyes and so Jackie is wary as he tries to find himself a comfortable position to sit on the rumpled sheets. He's right to be wary, too, because it doesn't take Marvin long to get impatient with him and tackle him into the mattress.

"Come on, again?"

"What do you mean 'again'? Who told you I was finished with you in the first place?"

"Good, 'cause I wasn't done with you either!" Jackie cheers and fakes a punch that, combined with the yank of his other hand manages to throw Marvin off enough that he has a fighting chance again. Neither of them are taking this nearly as seriously as before anyway.

They don't keep up the fight for much longer and soon they're both just gasping for air and laughing. Marvin decides to lay his head on Jackie's stomach and refuse to move, and that signals the new period of peace between them.

"You're the worst, you know that?" Jackie heaves because he's still laughing and because it's a bit harder trying to catch his breath with Marvin lying across him.

"Pfft, you know you love me," Marvin grins, awfully happy with himself. He drapes and arm around Jackie's stomach and gets comfortable, eyes slipping shut for longer than what simple blinks would require.

"You're my mortal flaw, that's what you are," his tone is light and Marvin can feel his body quiver with another small laugh. He reaches down and threads his fingers through Marvin's hair, a lazy habit they both enjoy.

Marvin shrugs as well as he can, but he all but melts with Jackie starts messing with his hair. "Still better than mortal enemy, I guess."

"If you go back to sleep, I swear..."

"I won't," Marvin smiles, but his eyes slip shut anyway. Just because he's irrevocably awake he won't stop himself from enjoying the cosiness of his current situation.

"Good, 'cause it's like half past nine," he gently knocks Marvin's head before resuming stroking through his hair. "What were you thinking about, by the way?"

"Hmm?"

"Before I surprised you. You said you were thinking," Jackie clarifies patiently. He's genuinely curious and also just wants to have some comfortable small talk. "About what?"

"Oh," he shifts lazily, burying his cheek more into Jackie's shirt. Jackie can only see half of his face now, but that half looks very comfortable and kind of sleepy. "About how I'm not gonna leave my room today. Or not much, anyway."

"But why?"

Marvin gives him a scandalised look. "Do you not know what day it is?"

"Friday the 13th. So what?" Jackie shrugs, then he bursts out laughing. "Are you seriously...oh my God, Marvin."

Marvin looks at him in mock anger, but it accomplishes nothing. He pokes Jackie's stomach, then blows hot air into his skin through his shirt, but it only makes him laugh more.

"Ma-Marvin, you seriously," Jackie finally calms down. "I'm sorry, man. But you're a freaking magician, are you really telling me that you're superstitious? Or superstitious enough to shut yourself into your room over a date?"

"You make it sound really stupid," Marvin frowns, but he's more upset over Jackie's hand being behind his head now and not in his hair than over Jackie laughing at him. "I might be a magician, but I don't know of all the dark powers of the universe. For all I know all superstitions could be true and deadly. I'm not risking it today."

"Alright," though he still has doubts about how that's logical at all, Jackie accepts the explanation. His hand behind his head doesn't move, but the other comes down to comb through Marvin's hair again, who immediately smiles and lays his head down properly onto Jackie's stomach again. He's not exactly a hard guy to please. "We're staying indoors today then."

"No," Marvin mumbles because it's a bit hard to talk with only half a face available. "I'm staying home today. Don't let that keep you from doing your hero stuff."

"Nah, it's our day off now," Jackie declares, sounding a little lazier than before. There's no way he'll be coaxed back to sleep when he's already dressed for the day and already had breakfast, but he won't say no to being lazy with Marvin. "What do you wanna do?"

"Nothing magical," he doesn't even open his eyes this time and Jackie is growing suspicious that maybe he is planning on going back to sleep, as un-Marvin-like as that would be.

"Alright," he shifts a little because the creases of the duvet under him are bothering him, and that forces Marvin to move a little too. "How about board games? No magic means you can't cheat!"

Marvin gives him an offended look. "Are you implying that I cheat?"

"No, Marvin, I'm not implying that you cheat at board games," Jackie says seriously. "We both know you do."

"Oh, fuck off!" Marvin laughs and the hot air he blows against Jackie's stomach again makes Jackie squirm.

"You just hate me 'cause I'm right," Jackie stretches as much as he can with Marvin lying on him, then hits Marvin's shoulder playfully. "Come on, let's get you some breakfast."

#marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #jacksepticeye #egotober #egotober 2017 #fanfiction #writing #this fic seriously defied all my plans for it #took me 1.2k words just to get to the part where my notes for it started #and the other 800 was still barely part of the notes #tho i didn't have a long notes for this anyway it wasn't supposed to be long

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spaceoutlawjbug · 7 years

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Give Me A Chance

For @waffle-walks

Shiro watched as Lance rambled to Hunk about something from the kitchen as he sipped at his coffee, missing the first half of the conversation that was happening in front of him. He knew he should be at least eavesdropping if he was watching secretly, but he couldn’t help but stare as the lights from above illuminated Lance in a way that seemingly made him glow.

Shiro would admit that he may have had a small crush on the Cuban if asked...Okay so maybe it wasn’t all that small as he would do anything for him, even go to ends of the universe and back to give him the brightest star. So what if he was being cheesy and cliche? Let the man dream.

Everyone in the house, besides Lance, seemed to have noticed his pining seeing as how they would tease him about being a lovesick fool. But could you blame him? How could he not fall for the way he lit up while talking about his family and the things he loved or how he would do anything for those he cared for?

Yeah, Shiro was far gone.

Shiro kept staring dreamily at Lance until a sentence snapped him out of his stupor.

“Oh man, and then Craig is just so dreamy~!”

Shiro blinked before drawing in his eyebrows. Craig? Who the hell was Craig? How come he never heard of him before?

Hunk sighed, “Lance, if you like him so much why don’t you just ask him yet?”

Shiro felt a feeling flare up in him. One he hasn’t felt for a while. Jealousy. He swallowed down the feeling that crawled up his throat as it churned in his stomach.

“Uh-huh, nope.” Shiro let out a sigh of relief as he went to take a sip of his drink, “Not yet at least. I don’t know how to seduce him yet.”

Shiro nearly dropped his cup and a startled yelped left his throat as the coffee burned his skin, causing the two that were on the couch to look up at him in confusion and concern. He cleared his throat and a small, shaky smile appeared on his face, “Sorry, the um, coffee burnt my hand.”

Lance stood up immediately as he walked over to fuss over the wound before Shiro could even protest, a blush taking over his features as Lance went grab the first aid-kit even if the burn wasn't that bad the brunet made it out to be.

Hunk stood near him, studying him for a second before a knowing look flitted across his features and a teasing smirk replaced the look. Shiro could only clear his throat before looking away as Lance returned and dressed the wound in one of the burn soothing packets for the skin.

After Lance was done, scolding him lightly to be careful, Hunk spoke up, “So Lance, I have some advice on Craig if you’d like to hear-”

Shiro stood abruptly, clearing his throat and making up a half assed excuse to leave the room, not noticing the perplexed look Lance sent him as Hunk shook with silent laughter.

The next time he heard about this ‘Craig’ was when everyone was in the living room, all relaxing on their personal devices. Lance caught Shiro’s attention as he groaned out, the sound of his laptop closing.

“I bet Craig could bench press me. Boy, do I really want him to,too..” Lance said, getting lost in thought for a few seconds.

Pidge snorted, “Are you sure you don’t mea- OW!”

Lance had thrown one of the pillows from the couch at the tiny girl, hitting her in the face and shutting her up, a triumphant smile made his way onto his face.

Shiro swallowed as the feeling from before returned, not noticing he was pouting unconsciously as he barely listened to the two bicker, missing the lighthearted jabs at each other that probably had to do with Craig.

Soon the two were throwing different things at each other, but Shiro could care less as he sunk further into his seat as he thought about who this Craig guy could be and what he had that Shiro didn't.

I could bench press Lance...

Shiro chewed on the end of his pencil as he worked on his assignment for a class he didn’t even need for his major, yet he was forced to take the stupid thing. He groaned and laid his head down on the table, not caring the paper was getting crumbed.

He didn’t notice, in the middle of his self loathing, that Lance had returned home until he heard Lance’s voice humming an unfamiliar tune. He lifted his head slightly to watch the boy sit across from him, a playful smile on his face.

“Need help?”

Shiro sighed, sitting up, “No, I just need something to do to get my mind off of this awful subject.”

Lance tilted his head in thought before lighting up, “Did you know that Capybara’s are a large rodent native to South America?”

Shiro blinked before he started laughing, snorting from time to time. He didn’t know why he was, maybe it was because that was the most random fact he had heard come out of Lance’s mouth yet. When he looked up after his laughter quieted down, his breath caught in his throat as Lance was smiling at him gently, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

His own cheeks caught aflame as he looked down at his paper. He cleared his throat before looking up once more, this time prepared for Lance’s look that was directed at him.

“So, uh, where’d you learn that fact?”

Lance hummed, grabbing Shiro’s paper, the older letting him before he absent-mindedly spoke as he scanned the contents of the essay, “Craig.”

Shiro’s smile slowly melted off his face, Lance not noticing as he looked over his paper, and let out his own hum of acknowledgment, the tone a little harsh. Lance’s gaze flickered up, confused at the change of Shiro’s tone but he had missed Shiro’s deep frown as it was now replaced with a strained smile and a twitching eyebrow.

Lance only saw Shiro like this once before and that was when he had to deal with an indecisive customer at his work. He had come home quite mad, raving about a guy named Slav, every attempt to calm down had nearly backfired until Lance started to distract him with a t.v. novella and ice cream later that night.

What was weird though, Shiro was usually a patient and calm guy, so what had he done to set him off? Before he could even ask, Hunk had entered the house, distracting Lance with talk of dinner later that night.

When Lance looked back to ask Shiro what was wrong, he was gone, leaving Lance to frown in confusion.

Early morning jogs were Shiro’s favorite past time to help blow off steam. The way his legs burned and his breathing would come out labored. It helped take his mind off of things.

Like the mysterious Craig Lance wouldn’t shut up about. Just the other night Lance was rambling about how great Craig was and how much Craig was such a bro. Well, the guy could ‘bro’ right off.

Shiro also found out the said man was a father.

Not that Shiro had anything against that, no of course not, just he was confused as to why Lance would want to date a father when a perfectly fine bachelor was in the same house as him. Was it because Lance liked kids? That had to be it.

Shiro could be a dad…

He sighed as he downed the bottle of water he grabbed out of the fridge when he arrived home.

Maybe he was being ridiculous.

Footsteps echoed into the kitchen, knocking him out of his thoughts, and Shiro watched as Lance entered and yawned. He stretched his long limbs, causing his shirt to ride up some, exposing the skin to his stomach slightly. Shiro may or may not have drunk more of his water after catching the view.

While Lance grabbed one of the juice boxes Hunk bought specifically for him, Shiro spoke, “So, what are you doing waking up early for?”

“Hm?” Lance rubbed at his eye sleepily before eyeing the time, “Oh... I haven't gone to sleep yet. I stayed up all night talking to Craig.”

Shiro could only gawk at Lance as he left the kitchen with a small ‘goodnight’, not noticing the poor water bottle in his grip was spilling all over onto the floor with how tight his grip was on it.

Shiro groaned, burying his face into his hands as Pidge sat on the couch next to him. The younger spared him a glance, her eyebrow raising in question. She didn’t even get to ask what was Shiro’s problem before said male was locked his eyes on her.

“Do you know who Craig is?”

Pidge’s mouth nearly turned up in amusement at the tone Shiro used when saying the game character’s name but caught herself, “Craig? The guy Lance is talking about non-stop?”

“Yes, him.”

Pidge had to physically pinch herself on the leg to stop laughter coming out, “I do, why?”

“What does he have that I don't?”

A cackle escaped from her involuntarily, causing Shiro to frown, no wait he was pouting, “I’m being serious!”

The short girl could only walk out the room cackling louder, leaving Shiro to sit in confusion at her words, “I don’t think you have to worry all too much about him.”

The next morning, after an awful night's sleep, Shiro was practically asleep at the kitchen counter. Hunk and Keith already left for their job before class and Pidge was somewhere asleep. Meaning him and Lance were left alone for the morning.

“Are you okay Shiro? You look...tired.”

He gave Lance a sleepy look, “I didn't get much sleep last night.”

Lance gave an understanding nod, “Same, stayed up late last night as well, trying to figure something out with Craig.”

Shiro’s eyebrows drew in with irritation. He was too tired to deal with another rant about Craig, so he only gave out a hum. He didn’t look up until Lance had gone silent so he casted him a curious look.

Lance was staring at Shiro curiously, “Do you want to go get brunch later? Like as a date.”

Shiro frowned, despite his fluttering heart, he pouted and mumbled, “What about Craig?”

A loud laugh startled Shiro as Lance as Lance’s body shook. “A dating sim can only do so much, Shiro.”

Shiro blinked owlishly, “A...A dating sim?”

Lance’s body shook with even more laughter, his eyes shining with amusement, “Yes, a dating sim. Wait, you thought Craig was real!?”

“Yes…” An embarrassed blush spread across his cheeks before he cleared his throat and looked away from the boy in front of him, “Alright…I’ll go to brunch with you.”

Lance could only reply with more laughter as he fell out of his chair.

#shance #vld lance #voltron shiro #my writing #and yes i was tempted to do give me a shance as the title #but i didnt #bc im not weak #or maybe i am?

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comet-kitties · 6 years

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My Life as A Background Character: My Best Friend is a Superhero!

Introduction

About six months ago there was a strange fog that coated the city. It was green and seemed to glow as it enveloped everything. It was hard to see more than a few feet in front of you at anytime, causing several accidents and general panic among the citizens. Most people tried to stay indoors out of fear. My parents locked the door and called in to work that day. Within a few hours the fog had dissipated, leaving no trace. City officials claimed that it was a harmless gas released from a nearby factory and that there was nothing to be afraid of and life returned to normal.

A small faction of the population, calling themselves the irregulars, refused to get the vaccine as they enjoyed their newfound abilities. They attacked the hospitals and destroyed the remaining vaccines, claiming that life was better as a mutant. They began terrorizing the town, looting and causing mayhem. The military was called in to deal with this new threat but they were unprepared for superhuman abilities. That is when she appeared! The Dragonfly swooped in from the sky and stopped the irregulars, saving the town from their wrath. Her translucent wings shimmered in the sun as she used her increased strength and agility to take out her foes! Greendale had its own superhero! After that day the irregulars vanished, but there were still members of the community that had never received a vaccine. Sometimes these mutant citizens decide to use their powers for selfish purposes, causing mayhem and destruction in our sleepy little town. Their trouble making never lasts long though, with the Dragonfly there to save the day!

We had all heard the story of the Dragonfly and her heroism many many times as we traversed the halls of Greendale High. She was the most interesting thing that had ever happened to any of us in our lifetime and everyone loved to talk about her. Some students were trying to turn the attention on the by claiming to know Dragonfly personally or claiming that they were saved by her once, or in the case of Bobby Fleckman, dating her. My friends and I tried to stay out of the conversation, choosing to avoid the topic of superheroes and mutants as much as possible. My best friend Eliza hated the topic more than anyone else though. Her father was one of the mutants that did not receive the vaccine due to the irregular’s destruction, and by the time more was made the damage had been permanent. Mr. Jones now had an extra pair of arms sticking out of his sides, and was now considered a freak by the rest of the townspeople. Mr. Jones isn’t the only mutant that did not get cured, but he is one of the few that have a visible malady, making life much harder for him and his family. Eliza hates talking about all of it because it just reminds her of how horribly everyone treats her father now. I don’t blame her.

It has been months since the Dragonfly first appeared, but she has made regular appearances since, taking down not only mutants, but also petty criminals in the streets. While I avoid the topic when I am with Eliza, I can’t help but admire the Dragonfly and what she does. Like everyone, I am star struck by the idea of having a superhero in our own backyard. Whenever there is an attack, most people run as far away as possible, but I tend to hide in a nearby alleyway or store and just watch. It’s incredible to see her in action! Her wings fluttering and her azure suit shining. She is just so strong and brave, even though she can’t be much older than me. Eliza would never speak to me again if she knew I did this, but I can’t help it! She’s just so cool!

Today is Saturday, and the gang and I are all at my house playing games and unwinding after a particularly stressful week. Matthew is destroying us on his favorite fighting game, Warrior Bots. His red bot was only seconds away from destroying my blue one when mom comes in in a panic and changes it to the news. On the screen is a reporter, backed by burning buildings.

“… There is still no sign of the Dragonfly. Several businesses have been robbed and set ablaze by the mutant that calls himself Flame thrower,” the reporter says, as we all stare at the screen in horrified fascination. Eliza quietly excuses herself to the bathroom, but we barely acknowledge her leaving. Mom starts to call everyone’s parents, suggesting that they all head home for the day. I head upstairs to find Eliza only to discover that the bathroom is empty and the window is open. Eliza is gone.

The next day I wait anxiously in the classroom for Eliza to appear. She never answered my calls or texts after her disappearance on Saturday. I called her dad and he said she had made it home safely, but had broken her phone. When I asked if I could speak with her he said she was busy and hung up the phone. I want to be angry at her for not telling me where she went or at least trying to call me, but I’m more worried. What if something is really wrong? What if she’s being targeted by one of the anti-mutant hate groups because of her dad? It would not be the first time she has received harsh treatment because of his condition. Just last month their house was broken into and someone had graffitied the walls with anti-mutant sentiments and crude drawings of Mr. Jones getting his extra arms chopped off. Their family has already been through so much that if something like that happened again I’m worried that Eliza might just break.

“ What happened to your face?” I ask quietly. She reaches up to touch the bruise and winces.

“Oh that? Yeah when I broke my phone I kinda tripped and, whoops clumsy me! I fell on the stairs going in to the house. Scraped myself up pretty badly, huh?” she says as she shifts nervously, not looking me in the eyes. I can tell she is lying, which make me even more worried. Before I can call her out on her lies, Mr. Diaz walks in and begins class. I look over at her as she listens intently to the lecture, planning on getting to the bottom of this later.

“What’s up with you today, miss mopey? Did you embarrass yourself in front of ol’Danny boy again?” Matt teases. At the mention of my crush I feel my face heat up as I tackle Matt and cover his mouth with my hands.

“Shut up! Do you want everyone to hear you!?” I whisper yell as he shake with laughter. I release my hold on him with a grumble.

“What’s wrong Annie?” He says in a much gentler tone, “I’ve never seen you this out of it before.”

“Eliza has been acting weird and today she shows up with bruises and stuff and I swear she is avoiding me! I just want to know what’s wrong.” I tell him.

“Ann relax. If something is wrong you know she will tell you on her own time. Obsessing about it is only gonna make her push you away. Let her come to you on her own time.” He says. I know he’s right but I can’t help but worry. Lunch ends and we all head to our next class. I stay behind and attempt to approach Eliza but once she sees me coming she quickly gathers her things and leaves. All except for her backpack, which she leaves sitting on the floor. I grab it and attempt to catch up with her but she is nowhere to be seen. Her bag feels weirdly heavy as I carry it with me to class. I know I should respect her privacy and leave it closed, but with how she has been acting I feel like I need to see what’s inside. I duck into the nearest bathroom and hide in the stall. I place the bag on the ground in front of me and slowly unzip it, hoping that Eliza doesn’t get too angry with me for doing so. Once the back is unzipped I peak inside to find a strange blue fabric and yellow boots. I stand and unfurl the material and have to keep myself from screaming as I stand in the restroom holding a very recognizable costume. Eliza is Dragonfly.

After that day things went back to normal. Eliza stopped avoiding me and I pretended as if nothing had changed. Internally I was screaming. My best friend regularly risked her life to save the town. She had saved me before and I did not even realize it was her. It actually seems obvious now! Dragonfly and Eliza are identical – they have the same body type, hair, skin tone, everything! I actually feel stupid that I didn’t realize it sooner. It’s no wonder she did not like talking about Dragonfly’s adventures when it was her the whole time. I keep thinking back to every missed class or cancelled sleepover, trying to figure out how I missed something this monumental. I call her my best friend, but if I didn’t notice something like this can I really say that? I feel like a horrible friend.

I’m just so angry! At myself for not realizing sooner, and at her for not telling me. We are supposed to tell each other everything but she kept this from me. It really hurts. I’m also weirdly jealous. She is out having all of these great adventures while I’ve been stuck at school or home living my boring life. I could have been helping her somehow! I could’ve at least been covering for her at school but apparently she doesn’t trust me enough… and the worst part is that I can’t confront her without telling her that I looked in her bag. Then she would really have a reason not to trust me.

A few days pass as I struggle with my newfound knowledge of Eliza’s double life. Eliza, Matt, and I are all in my room doing homework together when Eliza’s phone rings. She excuses herself to take the call. A few moments later she returns and tells us that something came up and she had to leave. Not long after she left, my mom calls me downstairs to the living room where a news report is playing on screen. I see Eliza in her Dragonfly costume fighting a guy with flaming hair. He kept shooting fire blasts at her and as she dodged the building surrounding her would catch fire. This looks bad. I don’t say anything as I suddenly rush out the door and run down the street. I can vaguely hear Matt and my mom calling for me but I keep running. I have to make it to Eliza. She needs help. I make it to Main Street to see the destroyed buildings. People are running away from the scene as fast as possible. Some are obviously injured as they hobble their way to safety. One man that passes me looks as though he took a direct hit for the villain, his clothes singed and his face marred with fresh burns. This villain is actually hurting people. Someone tries to grab me and pull me away from the battle, but I struggle away and run into a nearby alley to hide. I had to get to Eliza and I couldn’t let anyone stop me.

I peeked out from my hiding spot to examine the damage. Main Street was burning. Everywhere you looked there were flames slowly engulfing the town, as smoke billowed up into the sky, making it hard to see – hard to breathe. I stood in my hiding spot with my shirt pulled over my face trying to filter out some of the smoke as my eyes burned. I couldn’t see Eliza anywhere and I refused to leave without her. She may be a superhero, but she is not indestructible and she is my friend. I slowly made my way out of the alleyway, ducking down to protect myself from the smoke. Dragonfly had to be here somewhere. Eliza had to be here somewhere. All around me are townspeople running and screaming as they try to escape the destruction. Never had a mutant attack been so devastating. I have to help fix this, but first I have to find my friend. A car slams into a building nearby and startling me out of my reverie. There. That’s where I need to go. I slowly make my way to the site of the crash, muffling my coughs the best I can so as not to draw attention to myself. There is a small clearing ahead that seems to be free of flames and smoke. As I approach I hear the sounds of a battle. I see my best friend in her shining blue suit as she tries to talk down Firestarter, her wings bent and mangled.

He laughed as a maniacal grin lit up his face. “Done nothin’?! These people go about their normal lives and look down on mutants like me! They Act like I’m some kinda freak like I asked for this or somethin’! You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about too! Don’t even try to pretend that you don’t!” He said with sneer. I look over at Eliza and see the conflict on her face. She knows he’s right. She has seen how they treat her father and others like him. She knows firsthand how these same people that expect her to save them would treat her if she walked around with her wings on display. I see her hesitate. Firestarter notices too and takes the opening.

“I have suspected something was up since Saturday, when you disappeared. It wasn’t until today that I discovered the suit in your bag. I am so sorry for invading your privacy! I was so worried that something had happened! You had bruises and you were being so secretive… I just had to do something!” I find myself in near hysterics as I try to explain my reasoning. I look at her to see her response to be immediately engulfed in a hug. She shaking as she sobs into my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything is going to be alright as her tears seep into my ash covered hoodie.

We hear footsteps rapidly approaching our hiding spot and Eliza pushes me back and takes on a battle stance, ready to fight to protect me. There is no need for it as Mr. Jones comes barreling down the alley, glasses crooked and costume ripped, and wraps his daughter in a hug. He carefully examines her face and the cuts and bruises she sustained from her earlier fighting. He doesn’t look much better as I notice a large gash on his lower left arm. But they are both here and they are both safe now as they cry and collapse into each other’s arms. All is well.

Later, as Mr. Jones and Eliza clean up at their house, he explains what happened after we left. Apparently he and Eliza aren’t the only heroes in town as a group of the displaced mutants that used to work at the factory appeared and helped him take down Firestarter. He explained that he and some of the other had kept in touch and once he realized that his little girl was in trouble he called on them to help.

“They all love this town even if this town doesn’t love them. And I love my girl and would do anything to keep her safe,” he explained.

“But what about Flamehead?” I asked as I sprayed Mr. Jones’ cut with disinfectant spray.

“He’s being shipped off to a special research facility upstate. They are hoping to figure out a cure and fire boy should be a perfect specimen to do their research on.” He said with a smile.

Eliza Groans and shakes her head in dismay. “Really dad? Puns?” she says with a roll of her eyes as her father laughs at his own joke.

“ Though If I’m going to keep saving the day I’m going to need a real costume and a cool hero name! How about Armistice? Get it? Arm? Or maybe Disarmament?” Eliza grabs my hand and we run up stairs as her father keeps shouting off more and more pun filled names, laughing the entire way. My best friend and her father are both superheroes now, and they vow to protect the people of Greendale even if the people of Greendale might not always deserve it. Everything is going to be okay.

#Writing #My Life as a background character #original writing #childrens story #superhero

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sarcasticgamerandwriter · 7 years

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Valentine’s day

Hi guys! Considering the occasion I decided to post a short story (that got quite lenghty). This one is not the continuation of the previous story but fret not! The next part will appear soon.

Happy Valentine’s!

Before the story I should clarify some things. I originally paired Evie with Henry at the beginning of the story but I plan to pair her with one of Gwen’s brother later on (sorry...), and here they already are together. What is more, at some point in the story Jacob is going to go out with Pearl (sorry...) and they also are together here.

Sorry for any mistakes!

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Pairing: Jacob Frye x OC (Gwen) -> pre-relationship

Warnings: none (I guess)

“Valentine’s day”

“Are you sure?” Dougal looked at me with slight hint of doubt.

“Of course I am!” I rolled my eyes and glared at him. “Go! You will be late and your date will be very cross with you.”

“You should be the one going on a date, not me,” he shook his head. “Especially on Valentine’s day.”

“You perfectly know that I don’t celebrate this day,” I snorted. “Go now. I’ll close the pub.”

The Scot sighted heavily but finally gave in, putting his jacket on.

“Say ‘hi’ to aunt Carol from me,” I snickered and he smiled to himself.

And he left me alone at the pub. The place was so oddly quiet without all those people. Nevertheless, I decided to get to work and clean a bit before closing. To put it simply I was going to spend this night alone. No boyfriends, no friends. Only me and Roy. Sophie went on a date with Edward and she didn’t know what Kenway had prepared for her so she was really excited. I was happy for them. Evie and Killian went to a posh restaurant in which the fact that you booked a table was considered a miracle. But my brother did his best. Max finally asked Molly to go out with him and I hoped that they would eventually become a couple. Of course, Jacob planned to meet with Pearl and honestly that broke my heart. I hoped that my attraction towards Jake would fade but I just fooled myself. I knew that I was stupid because I didn’t take the chance when he was interested but on the other hand... his interest passed. I didn’t blame him. Even I wouldn’t choose myself. It was natural that he decided to pursue other relationships and eventually ended with Pearl. Maybe if I liked her a bit I wouldn’t look at this form such perspective. Unfortunately, I didn’t like her and I wasn’t going to like her. It was such a shame that Alec wasn’t in London, I would call him and we would watch Back to the Future and it would be great distraction.

Again, I focused at my task and I lost time sense. Suddenly I heard tapping on the window and I thought it started to rain, but then I realised that someone was standing at the door. When I approached it I noticed that the said person was Jacob, and he didn’t look good. From the distance I could tell that something had happened. I opened the door and let him in.

“Jacob?” I looked at him carefully. “What are you doing here?”

“I noticed the light,” he explained, and I spotted that his voice was a bit uneven.

He was drunk.

“You should sit,” I took his hand and guided him to the nearest chair.

“Why are you here alone?” he asked a bit confused.

“The pub is closed,” I clarified, making sure that he was fine and didn’t get himself into any brawl.

So far so good.

“But you are here,” he observed.

“I’m cleaning,” I shrugged.

He nodded to let me know that he understood.

“I’ll get you something to drink,” I decided and went to the bar.

I poured some water into a glass and handed it to Jacob. I decided not to ask him about his evening. I knew that he would tell me when he was ready. He drank the water and made a face.

“This doesn’t contain alcohol,” he said with disappointment.

“That’s water,” I acknowledged.

“I need something stronger,” he muttered.

“I think you had enough,” I said calmly.

“Gwenny, please,” he groaned. “I had shitty night so please don’t make it worse and give me Scotch.”

I looked at him but didn’t move. He looked back at me and sighted.

“Will you give me Scotch if I ask you to walk me home later?” he spoke up.

“Sounds romantic,” I snorted but nodded. ”Though it will take me a while to finish here.”

“I don’t mind,” he shrugged.

I got up and went to the bar to fetch him the drink. He followed and sat at the counter.

“This doesn’t make sense,” he mumbled to himself.

“What exactly?” I asked involuntarily.

“Me and Pearl,” he explained with blank look.

I didn’t comment.

“I wanted to spend the night at home,” he continued. “Alone, without anything extravagant. But she wanted to go to a posh party with her snotty friends who think that I’m a punk. I’m starting to believe that she thinks the same.”

“Don’t say that,” I broke in. “I’m sure she doesn’t think like that.

He stared at me for a while but I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head.

“Gwenny, what’s wrong with staying at home?” he asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” I shrugged. “But you know, girls expect to be surprised on Valentine’s day.”

“Girls,” he muttered to himself. “What would YOU expect?”

“Nothing, the idea of celebrating this one day is stupid,” I sighted. “People should celebrate their love every day.”

“Why all girls aren’t like you?” he smiled lightly. “Life would be easier.”

“Life would be boring,” I snorted. “Besides, you shouldn’t listen to me. I’m just a grumpy old man.”

Jacob laughed loudly. Very good, at least he wasn’t sad.

“Now, finish your juice,” I said smiling. “I’ll dust the shelves and we can go.”

I felt his eyes on me when I was bustling about. I knew that there was no undertone in it, he was just making sure that I was there, and that he wasn’t alone.

When we finished everything and closed the pub he spoke up.

“What’s wrong with me?” he asked with consideration.

“Nothing. You’re a normal man,” I replied.

“Apparently I’m not good enough for her,” Jacob muttered.

“She will get over it,” I tried to reassure him. “I’m sure that she likes you the way you are.”

“I think that she would change some things in me,” he sighted heavily when we were strolling down the streets.

“Jake, think about it,” I had to try different approach. “Why would she like to change you? You are funny, caring, sensitive, handsome, sweet, and resourceful in your crazy way. Not without reason you draw people in. You’re a great guy and a wonderful friend. She’s lucky!”

I knew I said too much but I was certain that he wouldn’t remember that. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that his smile grew with each word. I knew he needed that but I was surprised when his hand grasped my elbow gently so he could walk closer to me. Someone could say that we were a couple. I felt odd.

“Where are your keys?” I asked when we entered our street.

“I left them at Pearl’s,” he made a face.

“So how are you going to get to your flat?” I raised my eyebrow. “Max won’t be here soon.”

“I’ll stay with you,” he shrugged and looked at me hesitantly. “I mean... may I?”

Well, I planned to spend all night on drowning in self-pity and watching sci-fi films. That definitely didn’t sound fun.

“All right,” I agreed and we went to my flat.

Jacob’s mood clearly improved when he was greeted by Roy who was wagging his tail happily.

“Are you hungry?” I asked when I put my coat on a hanger.

He just shrugged.

“I’ll make sandwiches,” I said.

“I’ll help you,” he offered.

“You could go for a walk with Roy while I prepare supper,” I suggested.

“Fine,” Jacob grinned, and called Roy out and off they went.

I made sandwiches and tried not to think of what happened. They just had an argument. That’s normal. He was sad, and he was my friend so I should cheer him up. My feelings weren’t important. Now, I should make sure that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. I could do that.

After ten minutes, Jacob and Roy came back safely. My dog ran to the living room and lied down next to the radiator. Jacob came into the kitchen.

“What’s the plan?” he asked.

“Well, that depends,” I said. “We can eat and go to sleep.”

“What a bore,” he rolled his eyes and I giggled.

“Or we can watch Monty Python,” I shrugged.

“That sounds better, love,” he smiled and we went to the living room with our snacks.

We watched films for hours and after some time I became sleepy. I tried to stay awake but I was too tired after such exhausting day. I snuggled myself in the corner of the couch. Hazily I registered that Jacob hugged me, probably thinking that I was asleep.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Gwenny,” he whispered and gave me a peck on my forehead.

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #jacob frye #jacob frye x oc #My writing #modern au #fanfiction

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lethe-distillery-blog · 5 years

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The Triplets

"Get your God damn-." I thwacked the giant head with the book I'd been reading just a heartbeat ago. The great beast sat back hard on its rump, a massive paw going to rub the tender spot. I would have felt worse for the creature had I not been fighting off his two siblings all evening, and the fact he was not as innocent as he tried to pretend with that expression. "Seriously." Massive brown eyes blinked at me, "I've been telling off the other two all day and you think that you can waltz in here and steal my food? For Christ sake Nod, think with something other than your stomach!" Another blink. I sighed shaking my head and sat back against my tree and opened my book, barely getting through one page before I heard rustling again. "I swear, if I catch one of your greedy paws in my picnic again I'm going to use this on your nose!" The rustling stopped. Threat received.

I sighed softly and set my book aside to look up at the sky, the pale blue of afternoon fading with watercolor brilliance through the hues of evening. Sol was up there, bright hot headed jerk was always in a huff since I had started my love interest with his sister. Couldn't exactly blame him, but seriously, I wish he would back the fuck off already. Difficult to woo your lady love with homemade poetry without her brother being there to glare his distaste for you before you both went to bed. To call it distracting was quite the understatement. I did do my best to not focus on it; not terribly difficult to do that given the stunning beauty that was she after all.

My Luna was the sort that had men going mad in writing their love stories for her. With her quicksilver eyes and a silent waterfall of ebony hair that cascaded down her back she was nothing short of ethereal. Beautiful in a way that is timeless, deserving of her own likeness to be carved of marble and placed amongst the mythic deities of long ago. I brought her to mind, her skin so perfect a porcelain it seemed to be nearly luminescent in faint light, rouge lips that practically begged for my kisses. Not to detract from a body made for pleasure, not just the eye drawing curves of a body that I had sampled more than one, but the comfort of home, arms that held me without judgement, fingers that touched me with tenderness, and the softness that made me think that this is what home felt like. She was exquisite, regal born with all the class, dignity, and attentiveness that her station required. But I knew my lady love, and I cherished small innocuous details. I treasured her inquisitive nature, the desire to learn more about a culture so unlike her own. I took care to pack her favorites, chocolates and cheeses, fruits and meats. I took great care in providing for my Luna, I sought her affection, not just her attention; and yes there is a difference.

I came back to myself at another rustle and scooped my picnic basket into the relative safety of my arms. Much to the chagrin of my present company I'm sure. I glared at each of the triplets in turn, though in this near form it was impossible to tell if I ever got through to the three. Winken and Blinken had returned and teamed up with Nod to try and separate me from my tasty treats. Which in fact, were not for them. This time at least. I hated that Morpheus had been right, feed a bear and he'll never let you forget it. It wasn't really my fault, they looked damn cute and pathetic sitting there and blinking those golden brown eyes at you. Which is quite a feat when each of them towered over me when on their hind legs, and were so heavy if they rolled over wrong I don't think I'd survive it. And that was saying nothing about talon and teeth. Still though I protected my package as though it were incredibly precious, which when dealing with these three in particular was the only way to deal with anything food related.

"No." Three pair of sleepy eyes blinked at me, still wasn't sure why I was bothering to argue with them, it's not like it was ever going to work. Still though, "this is mine." Another sad pathetic blink. Winken looked especially sorrowful as he scratched at the earth with a massive paw. Besides, I knew better than to try and bribe them, any sort of hesitancy and using the words 'them' and 'food' in a sentence was a sure ticket to lose my wicker basket and tonight, tonight that wasn't going to happen. That and I was aware to the scheming ways. As beings that helped Morpheus put others to sleep I was well aware that succumbing to what would also result in failure. So, I had to resist them comfort of soft fur, of warmth, and gentle breathing. "Don't you have someone else to pick on?"

"Not really, but if you want me to leave I can do that." I looked up having not expected an answer to see Morpheus. He seemed to be amused as he looked at me surrounded by his cohorts in a massive pile. "Ye look to be in a spot of trouble me thinks." I wrestled an arm free and lifted up the basket; pointedly ignoring the three heads that followed the movement. "Told you that you shouldn't feed them, but did ye listen to little old me? Of course not."

"Go fuck yourself."

His eyes flashed merrily, lips pulling back into a smile as he looked to the sky, by now ablaze with Sol's passing. "Alright boys, let the Lover Boy alone." I never knew bears to grumble and protest but they did an admirable job as they looked up at me with those big adoring eyes. Part of me felt bad, but the other part knew that I'd be back and I'd feed them then and give belly rubs. They were giant sucks that way. "Come on," I smiled inwardly at Morpheus' prodding, though I made sure to not reveal it outwardly. Show no weakness or the prize is lost.

Finally I was left in peace, I straightened myself out as best as I could eyeing the sky with the same wary anticipation that one would eye the phone or wait for a date. I had just finished finger combing my hair into a semblance of sophistication as I saw her approaching. I swallowed hard. She was exquisite, in that perfectly pristine way that always made me feel under dressed no matter what I wore. Her dress swirled like ink as she walked. The deep blue molded to her features in a way that got my hard and aching without any effort whatsoever. She was incredible.

"Not a moment too soon my lady," I had to fight off the most vicious of beasts to make sure I was still here before you tonight."

Her giggle was the chime of the breeze through icicles and her smile was the thing I treasured most. "And what, pray tell, did you so daringly rescue for me tonight?"

I smiled more at her, truly happy now that she was here. All else without her existing in a numb half life. "I saved your favorites my beautiful," I opened the wicker and frowned, inside was completely empty. A bubbling pain built in my chest, not really at the triplets, but I had wanted to spoil Luna tonight, to show her her value to me.

"Sh," her hand touched my cheek as she tilted my head up to look at her even as she removed the basket and sat in its stead and brushed my lips with three faintest caress of her own. "I was hoping you'd read to me anyways." She was perfect.

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survivor-all-stars-blog · 7 years

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EP 15: "We’re just the worst people alive” - Jimmy

Inside scoop - live footage from the team meetings between Jenn, Kait and I

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We're just the worst people alive aye

[10:14:03 PM] carson (tibet host): kait, jenn, jimmy? [10:14:04 PM] carson (tibet host): good job [10:14:13 PM] carson (tibet host): Good job on flipping to the side you have a worse chance of winning against [10:14:16 PM] carson (tibet host): but enjoy your premade [10:14:18 PM] carson (tibet host): have fun

What is this? Time #4586479173 of the Malaysia 3 being called out? Get in line.

Update: I feel like Pat, Jack and Kait are in the best spots. Pat is connected to everyone, as well as Kait and she doesn't have any votes against. Jack is a middle man, and I don't see anyone targeting him for a long time, even though the rest of this game is going to be short. I get the vibe that a move is going to be made against Malaysia this round, and I honestly think it'll open the door for Jimmy to solidify relationships with Steffen and Lydia as long as they give him a chance because he has less connections that Kait does in general. Oh if they both make it far I'm going to have my hands full as a jury member.

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Now this is a story all about how My game got flipped, turned upside-down And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the recipient of Lydia's 1,000-yard stare.

Last night was a clusterfuck. A total shitshow. A mess, a disaster, a complete disasterpiece.

And, of course, I'm at the centre of it all.

I should preface this by saying I haven't really been getting much sleep lately, and yesterday was a pretty trying day on a personal level too. So decisions I made last night are at least partially driven by that thorough exhaustion (yikes, I typed 'oxygen here at first.) Not that anyone does or should especially care purely in the context of the game, but it might help explain some of my logic or lack thereof.

The immunity goes to Jack (in large part because of me – I gave him the cookies and skewed the total [along with Steffen, coincidentally] to ensure our odds were good.) That was good news. Letting him win his second in a row in such a visible way will, I hope, make him less worried about me. Somehow.

Immediately after the immunity, MJ goes to Lydia and reveals what Wes had feared last vote – MJ, Jake, and Malaysia (incl. Jack) have teamed up and they plan on splitting between Lydia and Jake, with Lydia going on a revote if she doesn't play her idol. Which I firmly believe she doesn't have and is a boogeyman.

So why is MJ telling her this? According to him, he doesn't want to do this plan anymore. He wants to blindside Kait instead.

And this is the first major spot I fuck up. Lydia told me before the call that she was hesitant to come to me with this info because she knows Kait and I are close. But she also knows she needs me to do whatever she wants to do (which is not necessarily true, but no way in hell am I saying that and making myself sound less valuable.) So she tells me, and I immediately tell Kait because we'd discussed the possibility of MJ throwing her under the bus. And she loses it on MJ, who proceeds to lose it on Lydia.

So let's back it up a bit. Why did I tell Kait? Aside from our alliance which feels near-unbreakable, Wes and Lydia are still operating under the assumption that Malaysia has no cracks and is an unbreakable trio, and that we'd have better luck siding with MJ, Jake and Jack. And that's so frustrating to me. I know that's not the case. I know Kait would... WILL turn on Jenn and Jimmy. She's told me as much in a way that I absolutely don't doubt. I've had the wool pulled over my eyes enough time to know when I'm in the dark. So when Lydia and Wes keep referring to Malaysia as a tight three, I see this as an opportunity to get Kait in on the plan, possibly blindside a Malaysian after taking out Jake next round, and see where things take us from there. Plus, if I get Kait moving against MJ, she's not moving against Lydia. So I thought I was doing something smart.

What I didn't count on was Kait immediately going to MJ. I'd hoped she'd do the same thing I'd do – play it from the shadows, use the information as a bargaining chip and a weapon rather than expose her hand immediately. That's on me for not knowing Kait's proclivity to knee-jerk reactions in situations like these. I should've anticipated that. But regardless of what I should have done, the net result is that Lydia's pissed at me – rightfully – because the information leak is a bad look on her. Wes is pissed at me – rightfully – because to mitigate the damage, he's willing to step into the fray and say Lydia told him, who told me, who told Kait. MJ told Lydia not to tell me, but he didn't say anything about Wes. MJ's probably pissed at me – or he will be, anyway, if/when he finds out the truth. (Note the lack of a 'rightfully' here. MJ's been shady as fuck since pre-merge and I'm getting sick of it.)

So that's a bombshell. I'm getting pulled into calls here and there, with Wes and Lydia, with Kait, with Kait and Lydia, with Steffen (more on the latter later.) Information seems to be flowing more freely at this point than it has throughout the game to date, for me. I guess this is what happens when information's not being re-routed through MJ?

And this is the second part where I fuck up (though I'm admittedly confused about this one.) I'm winding down a call with Kait, where I'm telling her I'm not pissed at the blowup and that we can salvage this and that I don't think Wes and Lydia want to vote her out (though, after the initial misstep, I wouldn't blame them if they were plotting to get her out behind my back.) And after we finish chatting, I say 'Alright, I'm gonna go hop back on call with Wes and Lydia to try and calm things down.' Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Kait gets oddly short with me and cuts the call unexpectedly. Still not sure what this one was about, but it leaves me ill at ease.

So I get back on call with them, we talk out our options, and then I realize a crucial component of any plan we make is having Steffen swing to our side. And he's not the type of player we can draw in with any confidence by approaching him and saying 'This is the vote, do it.' So I ask if I should be sharing this info with him (thinking out loud more than anything.) Lydia and Wes both agree that it's a good idea, and suggest pulling him in as a fourth for us. (Well, the discussion started earlier in the day prior to the immunity – this just expedited the process.)

So I go to Steffen. And at this point I'm getting fed up with the games and the subterfuge, and figure it's best to drop this info on him upfront so he can see there's no deeper level. And of course that's a mistake because why not. I start getting a bit frustrated with him and ask him what HE wants to do this round, and of course he's reticent to throw out a name given this info vomit.

We get on call, talk things out a bit, and I think that helped him realize I was being straight-up. And the brute force approach was obviously dumb because, although we've had a solid working relationship, it's suspicious to just be all 'blah blah here's everything that's going on what do you want to do? *takes notes*'

Anyway, thankfully I think this is the only mistake I made all night that didn't have an impact. Steffen and I agreed that we needed to get something going and to prevent MJakeJack from pulling in Malaysia or we're toast. And he uses the opportunity to vent to me about how he doesn't like feeling like an accessory in this game and wants a steady group to work with. And hey, what a coincidence, there's an opening in the Wes/Lydia/me alliance! So, great. I don't drop it out of thin air, but my plan is to tell him about it today and ask if he'd be willing to join us and be a solid pair so at F4 we can at least force a tie.

(Side note, I still can't get over how sweet Steffen is. I was very not-subtly freaking out and must've sounded about as beat up as I felt, so he made a point of putting the game talk on hold and asking if I was okay and what he could do to help. It's moments like these that make me so fucking glad to call him a friend.)

Once that call's over, Kait wants to get on call with Lydia and me. Lydia's restarting her computer for a bit so it's just me and Kait chatting about everything that's been going on. And we hit a half-lull in the conversation right as Lydia joined the call. She asks what's going on. And I mean, I'm looking shady enough as is, right? An awkward silence after being in a call alone with Kait would just exacerbate the sketch vibes. So I word vomit and say the first thing that comes to mind. Which, of course, is about the only thing I could do to fuck things up more.

I say that I think we can pull Steffen in on the plan and that he's looking for a solid alliance.

So naturally, the conversation turns to, 'okay, let's pull him in here. Final four deal with Steffen.' Which is AWESOME... except if you read earlier, you'll see Lydia, Wes and I had the same plan. I can hear Lydia facepalming through the screen. Or making this face:

Anyway, the call with Kait wraps up. It's now about... 1:40 a.m.? I've got to be to work in about six hours. But Lydia wants to call, and after the shit I've unintentionally dragged her into I'm not about to ignore her and bail. But thankfully she agrees to keep it short because I suspect she was getting sleepy too. Her first line on the call: "Maybe I shouldn't be asking this, but... are you just tired, or are you high?" The bit of humour caught me off-guard because up until now the night's been fairly emotionally charged and exhausting.

I explain what I was doing as best as I can under the circumstances, and she seemed sympathetic – mostly because, as I mentioned earlier, I very clearly sounded as exhausted and drained as I actually was. So I apologize unreservedly, and tell her we'll talk today. And I'll fix it. Somehow.

And that's the tale of the longest night I can recall. So where does that leave us?

Well, sloppy gameplay aside, it seems like the cards are aligning where I want them to, more or less. The game plan seems to be to take out MJ. Theoretically, we'd have myself, Wes, Lydia, Steffen, Jenn, Jimmy and Kait. There's a very clear benefit for Jenn, Jimmy and Kait – especially Kait. Jenn and Jimmy might be thinking that taking out the 'other' dominant alliance might set them up to run the table. But my game is obviously dependent on Kait telling me the truth about being willing to cut one of them. I think that time is coming faster than I realized.

Steffen, of course, is just looking for some long-term self-preservation. I don't think he gets that with MJake. I think I can offer him that in some way, shape or form. And it'd be nice to definitively be moving in the same direction rather than assuming it.

That leaves me, Wes and Lydia. Wes' objectives have been super clear from the hop. He wants to think a few moves ahead at all times. It's a very shrewd strategy that I'm sure has worked out super well for him before – and I'd be so on board with it if I weren't also working with Kait. It seems like most of his plans involve taking a shot at Malaysia and hoping to splinter MJackJake. His strategy is sound, but I don't think his logic holds up given the information he doesn't know. I really want us both to keep having each other's backs, and having him as a sounding board is so excellent. But I know he's not trusting me 100% after that busted-ass game of telephone. Thank god he's willing to take some of the heat. He's such a good ally.

Lydia... she's the one I'm the most worried about. She's got the most reason to try and break away from me, I think, and Wes would likely follow her over me right now. I'll put it in no uncertain terms: I fucked her over last night. I feel absolutely terrible about it because not a drop of it was intentional. But the intentions don't matter nearly as much as the end results. I NEED her to know that I wasn't trying to throw her under the bus and she's still one of my closest allies. But I think any hopes of her believing she's my #1 are gone after last night. That's a colossal bummer.

Based on what she and Wes have been telling me though, I think there's a chance they'd boot MJ. Lydia was mentioning that she was a bit sketched out by Kait suggesting a vote split, which... I kind of agree with? I don't think it's necessary here given Lydia's power-swapping power. And splitting could lead to more mess than anything. But I do wonder if that was more Kait spitballing than anything. I doubt she'd flip on me to side with MJ and Jake

Phew. That's a lot of unfiltered info-spew, from my brain to the page. One aspect I haven't mentioned yet is that the compounding blunders have me really worried that it could be me tonight. There's a lot of reasons for people to be upset with me, a lot of reasons for people to want me out, and a lot of reasons why things could go sideways.

OH HEY RIGHT ON CUE. Kait just messaged me saying Jenn told her that Jake wants me out. Welp panic bells. Red alert. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Another double-digit exit may very well kill me.

My entire brain is crying and it's barely past 9 a.m. I'm going to need a metric fuckton more coffee. I'm not cut out for this level of paranoia or anxiety. It's too much. And of course, I can't confirm or dispel these fears at all. MJ won't tell me shit if he and his minions are gunning for me. Or Kait. Could they be gunning for Malaysia and be hoping we all split the votes?

I'm confused. And I need to submit this now or I'll just be live-updating with every morsel from every chat I have today. Intense scrambling time. Welcome to post-merge All-Stars.

[1/21/2017 11:23:00 PM] mj ultra . _/: Hey [1/21/2017 11:23:08 PM] mj ultra . _/: I really have had fun playing this game with you [1/21/2017 11:23:11 PM] mj ultra . _/: So Far [1/21/2017 11:23:26 PM] mj ultra . _/: This might seem random bc it is but idk. I just . Hosts never let me play with my friends so! [1/21/2017 11:23:33 PM] mj ultra . _/: Yeah! Just wanted to let you know I appreciate you

my feelings start to get hurt when mj says shit like this then just blatantly ignores me and acts like he doesn't know me and treats me like i'm stupid. that's not how friends act. anyways, this is exhausting. it's been a very not fun season and while i'm not just sitting here giving up by any means i just don't have the drive to sit there and spread lies about him either even though that's what he's doing. i'm a hero, goddamnit.

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Live footage of me and Jimmy after tonight:

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This reward has 46k possible number combinations. At the very least. Y'all really thought I was going to spend all this time trying random number combos? Nah, I'll let other people do it. Lazy for life.

I talked to MJ tonight about his future plans and he goes: "Everyone should be playing to win!" and in short, fuck all of your friends and other relationships because WINNING COMES FIRST and I'm sitting here thinking about old wise Shareef and this gem of a quote:

Except in this case, I'm not going to guilt trip an 18 year old, basically teenage boy, but...if the shoe fits!

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#confessionals #ivebeenbamboozled

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