#as soon as i saw this meme going around i blacked out and then this was on my screen <3

[honeybleed]

— ★ 1ST GEN BLACK DRAGONS AS STEP-DADS

content & warnings: fem!reader, reader has children, reader is short to shin, takeomi & benkei but around wakasa’s height, final timeline so all are in their forties, light-hearted so don’t take this too seriously lol

featuring: takeomi akashi, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi & keizo arashi

author’s note: they all occupy my brain like crazy so i had to write a lil sumn sumn (albeit short n halfbaked asf) 😛 also i know step fathers are through marriage so i guess dating then getting married is a long time? but whatever. divider credit to @/dejwrld also check out @/444takeomi ! they write so much content for 1st gen black dragons they’re doing the lord’s work frfr

takeomi akashi:

He is the worst step dad out of them all, I’m sorry it has to be said.

Wasn’t too thrilled when you told him you had four kids.

But at the same time, the prospect of a roof over his head with a woman that can cook a decent meal didn’t seem too bad.

Your kids hate him from the jump — it annoys them when they wanna play video games or watch television on weekend mornings and Takeomi is crashed on the couch, hungover.

Is always stealing the snacks meant for their lunchboxes.

You’ve had to slap the back of his head or throw something one too many times because he tries to get your youngest to get him beer from the fridge or asks your teenager to buy him cigarettes from the convenience store.

“I’m only 14.”

“Shit, I was buyin’ em at 14 too.”

Definition of that “go get my purse” meme cos he’ll snake his arms around your waist and kiss your neck so he can get some cash for a lottery ticket or to bet on a horse race cos he blows his own money like water.

wakasa imaushi:

Not really an affectionate person with kids.

Gets annoyed when they cry and rolls his eyes.

“You’re getting bullied?” He’ll scoff.

But he’s not THAT heartless, he shows love in his own way.

Teaches kids self defence at his gym with Benkei if they’re getting picked on.

You know that thing foreign parents do when they don’t apologize but bring a plate of sliced fruit? That’s Wakasa 😭

Does the same shit as Takeomi n tries to get them to buy cigarettes (birds of the same feather flock together LMFAOOOOO)

shinichiro sano:

Definition of lame and tries too hard.

And you feel had because you know to his core Shinichiro is a family man, he’s had to take care of his family since he was a teenager.

Tries to bring them to ball games and sometimes offers to pick them up from school but they’ll walk away and pretend they don’t know him.

Literally borrows books from the library about children and families when all else fails.

“What you watchin’ buddy?-”

“Shut up.”

Shinichiro is not a punk so he drops it but the last thing he wants is to make an enemy out of your kids.

Anyways, that all changes when one day, your son hears about “The legendary leader of the 1st Gen Black Dragons” at school.

And he’ll approach Shinichiro whose busy fixing up something in the garage, and asks him if it’s true.

Ends up hyping himself up when we all know Shin was getting his ass handed to him every time he got into a fight.

“You get my kid involved in that gang crap and I’m throwing your shit on the lawn.”

“Honey…no! I would never…I left that life behind a long time ago!” He says while he’s sweating bullets and rubbing the back of his head.

keizo arashi (benkei):

You met him at a grocery store, he saw you struggling to reach something on the top shelf and things just took off from there after you exchanged numbers.

When your daughter first met him, his appearance struck the fear of god in her and she was hiding behind you.

And that just shattered Benkei’s heart, he was sat on the edge of your bed, clutching his head as you soothingly rubbed his back.

He knew he was an intimidating figure due to his appearance, but to his core the man is a girl dad damn it!

Regardless, little by little he manages to win over your little girl and soon enough, his big ass is sat at the tea table with a pink feather boa and tiara pretending to eat the imaginary cupcakes with her.

Posted up at the Bring Your Dad To School day and your daughter couldn’t be more prouder.

Is the best stepdad idc 😭

author’s note: ty for reading!! this was just something small since it’s been a while since i’ve written something hehe also ngl i struggled with wakasa bro is a playa from the himalayas 😭😭😩

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev headcanons #shinichiro sano #wakasa imaushi #benkei x reader #takeomi akashi #keizo arashi x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #wakasa x reader #shinichiro x reader #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

[blingblong55]

✨Hello✨ I would like some Headcannons of 141 + könig with a gen z reader who's on the older side (like, 20-25) at first they were besties with soap, but then they became good friends with everyone. They are one of the very few people who can bother the shit out of ghost and live to tell the tale. All of 141 and könig have had their nails painted/makeup done by reader, and once a week AT LEAST, reader and the 141 + könig have a ✨ s p a d a y ✨ face mask, manicures, pedicures, you name it and the reader, 141 + könig have probably done it. Reader is also ver affectionate. Their name can be whatever you want it to be. Have a good day/night, eat, drink water, and don't overwork yourself or I'll find you and hit you with a steel frying pan. Love ya 😁

I love the way you show your love for me!!

Material Girl- 141+König

Not a proper hc...I think (idk my brain isn't braining rn)

Gn!reader! Smut at the end so warning!!

It's been forever since you arrived at base. 141, mainly Ghost nicknamed you rooks, short for rookie, also short like you. "Sergeant rooks, get over here." "rooks you sure 'bout this?" "Hey rooks, wanna hang out" god did it exhaust you, but it was all banter. Nothing more.

Soap soon after you had arrived at base became your best friend, only friend in the eye of others. He knew almost everything of the tiny rookie that had become his friend. Price didn't get it at first. How someone so smart as you had befriended his Scott soldier. But soon after seeing you and him explode different things around base he understood, "not about the level of knowledge but by how dumb they both are." It took 5 months for them all to be open to you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"ghost...ghost...heeeeyyyyy ghooossstttt" you whispered yelled (does that make sense? hope it does)

"yes rooks?" His voice hinting at his frustration.

You jumped from behind and made him jump. "Just wanting to see if you were still alive" "3 laps around base, go"

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And after much fight, he got used to you. Always making extra coffee for the days he knew you'd be around the most. He felt like a teacher with you and soap around. "If you do that, don't ya think it'll explode" then he saw your wheels turn. "that'll be awesome!"

----

"fuck off Janet. im not goin to your fucking baby shower?"

"Who the fucks is that sergeant?"

Man did you annoy him with quotes from tiktok, but he loved how every time you would laugh at literal dark jokes, others would consider a sigh of a mental illness. "Die bitch...dieeee!!" You said as he killed a spider. He soon chased you with it. And as always you cried a little.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When the team found you stressed after a mission, they asked soap what a day off in your life looked like. "They better thank us for this." Price sighed as he, ghost and König prepared the common room to seem like a comfy living space.

"Ghost, you're next..what color would you like?" you looked up at him, annoyance leaked from his eyes. "Black..all black" You look around your kit, "I have glittery black? will that work?" your curious eyes starring at his, "fine" he responded. Gaz took pictures and sent them to the group chat, the same one he left because of your stupid daily memes.

"This is worse than torture."

"Do you or do you not feel bonita?" you smiled as you carefully painted his nails. He hesitated, "I feel bonita" . "Wonderful because you look Bonita!" you squealed, your hands cheerfully in the air.

Then it was König's turn, "nails or makeup mister?" you kindly asked. "pick makeup, their skin care routine after the removal makes your skin so smooth." gaz said as he caressed his own face. "Makeup, but just do my eyes please, ja?" You understood why his request was so odd, but you complied. Once you did his eyes: "gosh you look prettier than me, König!" he blushed at your comment. "Lift your mask, and I'll do your lips, want to see how pretty this shade will look on my pretty boy." you made way as he lifted his mask, "Pretty, pretty lips" his smile giving him away.

"Price?" "m'fine with the nails, thanks"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a Wednesday night, that you and the team designated for spa days. You bought them those soft hair bands with different shapes and colors. Ghost and König agreed on wearing surgical masks just for this activity. All of the tough soldiers reclined on sofas as you went around and applied face masks and cucumber for aesthetics. ----

Soap enjoyed how your hands would massage his hair. It was something you had mentioned, when he applied black war paint on his hair and you gasped. "If you want hair masks just ask Johnny! don't gotta kill me with this!" you exclaimed on the field.

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They all had robes on, you even ordered those foot massager machines for them. And when you were done with their masks, you would lay on the floor with pillows around. You read, and sprayed the room with different aromas. Sometimes when you felt hippie enough you would walk around with incense.

----

It was the only time you went around taking pictures, they soon found out because you accidentally airdropped one to Gaz, who made it his profile on the group chat.

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"it smells horrible" ghost would say, "shh im cleansing you honey" your calm voice making him more scared, what if you accidentally lit him on fire, something that soap had done to gaz when he too felt like a hippie.

"thank you hase (bunny)" König would always keep you close when this whole thing was happening, his excuse was that your body heat was comfortable to him, in reality, he just needed an excuse to have you near.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a routine that you had created with them. For Ghost and König, you always spent the nights with either of them, you would stay up and wait until they needed you. Hugs from these two were the best. Soldiers stared and they would give them 'the' look. (you comment on this..I kill what you love)

"König it's time for hugs!" you jumped and he catched you, your head on his chest, "You are kind mein König," you used that only when he needed to be brought back after a tough mission.

----

Soap and you had physical touch as love language, so showing him your affection was easy. You'd give his hands a squeeze or rubbed his shoulders and this man would just stand there, taking all the affection you could give. Sometimes it was him who would hug you so tight, you thought you might pass out.

"too much love" you would remind him. "m'sorry, felt like giving it all today" he would chuckle.

----

Price was different, this man needed affection when having smoke competitions.

"learned this one on tiktok," you inhaled and perfect circle flew around. "S'good, getting better." He would stare in amusement as the circle of smoke disappeared. But at times he did need a hug. So when the day needed a little snuggle, he would approach you. "Feeling a little cold today, you?" and you would just hug him tight. "Do you feel my love?" you smiled as your face was deep in his man boobs (man am I a whore for man boobs..so squishy and shit)

----

Gaz needed affection in fun ways. So every morning you would send him memes, or tease him about something. "S'not funny." "My uncle broke his neck tap-dancing once." and back to giggles it was. At times since you and him were somewhat the same age, you'd send tiktoks to one another.

"Gaz can you serve" He would pose and you'd laugh, "no like serve your country" and he'd salute. "Fucks sake was that." ghost would whisper to Price. "Maybe if we don't move, they won't notice us."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(please tell me this is what you meant when you said "done it" cuz if not,,,them im putting myself on blast here)

NSWF(kinda) MINORS DNI!!!

MANHANDLED im telling you!!!

These man were starving for some sex. So when the opportunity rose, you as a decent person, homie hopped. (I would too, so no shame here)

It first started with Ghost, then König. Then the two men with you(yes..threesome bc we only live once). Soap would probably find the three of you fucking. It would be on accident though. He was walking around base when he heard you scream, and when he opened the door you were in between the two big men.

After a week of witnessing the naked horrors of his superior and friends he would talk to you. "I was tempted." you confessed. "Mind doing me next?" he bluntly said. "I mean, would you be up for it?" "Now? or later?" he looked at you, soon later it was you and him and the same room he had caught you in.

Then like a good father and son, price and gaz shared you. And I mean SHARED. You didn't hesitate, mainly because you had a thing for gaz since the beginning, but price was more of a fantasy that turned real.

It took a little bit of convincing, and a lot of drinking and smoking (green plant activities ) to be in the presence on them all.

Gang bang? anyone? Anyways, it was a sworn secret that was called a one time thing. But after the 3rd time of the one time thing it was just a team building exercise for sure. (monthly so you would be able to walk properly)However after every mission Ghost and König would fuck the anger off of their system. Price understood why you wouldn't be able to make it to some training days, those were also the days he had fun with "excuse or not you better pay your debt"

tags: @g4y-gr3ml1n

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

A/N: please tell me you understood why the title is that?

#mw2 141 #cod 141 #141 x reader #task force 141 #141 #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #ghost fanfiction #ghost mw2 #ghost hc #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x könig x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x soap #soap x you #soap x reader #soap modern warfare #im down so bad for him #simon riley #i want him so bad #minors stay away #minors shoo #minors look away #no minors please #gaz my beloved #gaz cod #gaz x reader

[bellysoupset]

ok max request

i know you said he has a pretty sensitive stomach that gets irritated by a lot of things, so what about him overindulging on something that usually sits well, only for him to start feeling sick after (i also really enjoy burps 😳😳)

Here you go anon! Burpy Max with an upset stomach!

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"Okay, I want all of you gremlins sitting down right now!" Max exclaimed, jokingly glaring at the one kid still standing, "that includes you, Elliot. Sit your ass down."

The eight year old boy blushed and hurried to sit down and Max rolled his eyes, just as he saw Vince walking to the bus, with a kid draped all over him.

"Bus rules," Max raised a hand to start listing, "everyone wears a seat belt, no standing when the bus is moving. This includes when it just stopped in a red light. No sticking your heads out of the windows-" honestly, he hated the fact the windows weren't sealed shut, that always gave him anxiety after watching Hereditary - "no eating smelly things in the bus. If anyone feels sick, please call me up before you barf everywhere and I'll go get you so we can work this out. Ah, and use your inside voices, will you?"

He was pretty sure only 5% of what he had just said filtered through the kids. In truth, Max's favorite age to teach was teenagers, who actually listened, just opted for not doing what he asked sometimes. All he had to do was convince the older kids he was someone worth of listening, while the younger ones... They simply, plainly, didn't hear a word he said.

"Alright," Max sighed, turning around as Vince entered the bus, "nice of you to join us, Monacelli."

"We had an emergency pee break," Vince ignored him, not bothered in the least as he buckled in the six year old that was clinging to him, "you finished with the rules?"

"Yeah, we can go."

"Alright."

They were going on a field trip for the next town's science museum. It wasn't a long trip, only about 1 hour to get there, then they'd have a tour and a lunch break and come back before sunset. Still, these type of trips always made Max uneasy because so many things could go wrong surrounded by tiny, curious kids.

He settled down on his seat in the front, next to Monacelli. The other teacher was wearing a short sleeved polo, straining against his chest, and a baseball cap on top of his mop of black curls.

"You want anything?" Vince asked, not raising his eyes from his phone. Max sneaked a glance at the screen. The man was checking football scores, that made sense. He looked the type.

"No, just bored out of my mind," Max shrugged, glancing past his shoulder as the bus started to move and there was a general squeal, the volume increasing considerably. Field trips were never quiet.

Vince shrugged, ignored him and Max sat correctly in his seat, grabbing a bag of chips in his backpack. He stuffed a handful in his mouth, before tipping the bag in Monacelli's direction to wordlessly ask if he wanted any.

"Pass, thanks," Vince said, "still not feeling a 100% after the stomach bug from hell that you gave me."

Max snorted, rolling his eyes, "it's been ten days, get over it."

"Like you got over it?" The other man needled him and Max wrinkled his nose. In truth the flu had taken him out of commission for 4 whole days and when he finally managed to come back to the school, he had to take on some extra hours since Vince was down for the count.

And that was not even touching the fact he had to win his seniors all over again. Thankfully the bug had been harsh enough and he had a cemented enough position that he didn't become an immediate meme among the students, but that didn't mean they were cool with him again.

Max sulked, sliding down his seat a little more and continuing to eat. The chips were bland, because he wouldn't risk trying salt&vinegar during a field trip, since those always upset his stomach, and soon enough he finished up the whole bag, muffling a burp against his fist and crumpling the plastic.

Next to him, he watched as Vince took a sandwich from his bag and bit on it. Of course it was in homemade bread and huge. Max glared at the sandwich for such a long time, that Vince frowned and held it up for him.

"You want a bite? Or are you gonna hold me upside down by the ankles for my lunch money?"

Fuck this guy entirely, Max thought, scoffing, "I never did that."

"No, you just shoved me so hard from the monkey bars that I broke my arm," Vince rolled his eyes, "and for no reason too."

"I'm sure I had some reason," Max mumbled under his breath, even though he knew he really didn't. Twelve year old him had been a demon, smack right in the middle of his parents divorce and trying to get everyone's attention through whatever means he could.

Vince rolled his eyes, taking another bite and getting up from his seat to check on the kids.

The other teacher sighed, sliding further down his seat and crossing his arms to his chest, pissed off. He really didn't like remembering how much of a prick he once was, it burned a hole in his stomach.

Talking about his stomach... He could feel it pressing against his jeans, bloating up. He was the king of bloating, easily looking pregnant over any meal, but really? Over bland chips?

Another airy burp forced up and he blew it out under his breath, massaging his chest and cursing softly. It was like his body was adamant on humiliating him in front of Monacelli.

"We're probably almost there already," Vince said, startling Max, and causing him to sit up correctly. The other man slid in the small space between the front of the bus and Max' legs, so he could sit on the empty seat near the window, "no kid is carsick, we should count our stars."

"Uhm," Max nodded, scratching at his beard nervously and muffling yet another burp. He fidgeted on his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, "so why did you come back to Doveport? People don't come back here."

Vince shrugged, making a silly face to a kid who was watching them from another seat, then keeping the lighthearted smile on as he answered, "my family is here. I wanted to be closer to them. Besides, I like the town."

Insufferable.

"You like the town?" Max scoffed, then another burp snuck up, this one louder and bringing with it a hiccup that shook his whole body. Vince raised his eyebrows.

"You good?" he asked, not waiting for an answer to continue, "yeah, I like the people, I like the fact its peaceful."

"I'm-HIC!" The blonde let out a loud groan when another hicc-urp interrupted him, loud enough the kids sitting across the hallway from them started to giggle, "shit."

"Language," Vince said, seemingly out of habit, the corner of his mouth quirking up, "did you eat too much for your tummy, Daniels?"

Maybe he had a reason to break this guy's arm, Max thought darkly, glaring at him, "I'm fine," he stressed, wrapping an arm around his stomach and huffing as yet another hiccup shook him, "fu-duuuck."

He heard Vince chuckle at the switch of the insult, then a huge hand came to rest on his back, "maybe get up? It might help."

It wouldn't, Max already knew. Once he got the hiccup-burps, he was done for and it was really only a matter of time before his belly started churning and maybe nausea joined the mix later on. Still, just to get away from Vince, he got up and walked the hallway using the seats on each side of him as support to keep from wooblying.

Vaguely he thought they were setting up a terrible example, telling the kids to stay put and then walking all over.

He counted the children, just to have something to do, and then paused as the bus shook and his stomach flipped, going from unsettled to upset and sour. Max squinted, removing a hand from the seat in order to plant it on his belly and groaning as he could feel the bloat pushing against his t-shirt.

"Mr. Daniels?" a kid asked, confused as of why he had stopped right next to their seat. It was a little girl, with long box braids and dark skin, big brown eyes, "is your tummy sick?"

God.

"I'm fine, Jess," he forced a smile at the kid, winking at her, "what are you drawing there?"

"The dinosaurs!" Jess perked up, holding her coloring page. It was a bit messy, but overall he thought it was pretty nice. A T-rex in the middle of the woods. They wouldn't be seeing any t-rexes today, but oh well.

"That's so cool," he grinned, crouching down and immediately regretting it when the movement caused another burp to rush up, this one followed by three hiccups in quick succession that he could do nothing about. Jess started to giggle at him and Max' cheeks turned red. He swallowed some air, forcing up a thick, low burp against his fist and she wrinkled her nose.

"Eeewww..." The little girl whined and he blushed even more, his whole face ablaze.

"Sorry, sorry-" he grabbed one of her crayons, "I think your t-rex is missing a hat. It's sunny outside, is it not?"

Happily diverted, the kid turned to her drawing and studied it, "maybe sunblock," she decided, "or a cap like Mr. Mo's?"

Who the fuck was Mr. Mo?

It took Max a second to realize the girl couldn't pronounce Monacelli and had settled for the second best thing. He snorted, "yeah, give him a baseball cap-"

"Her," Jess glared at him, "It's a girl t-rex, like in the movies."

"Ah... Yeah, then give her a cap," he squeezed the little girl's shoulder, then got up once more, the movement causing the bag of chips in his belly to churn a little harder and the push up a wet burp that he muffled with a hand. This one he could just taste the potatoes.

"Fuck," Max sighed, falling back on his seat up in the front and folding in half, pressing his forehead to the front wall that separated the common area of the bus from the driver's.

"What's up?" Vince looked up from his phone once more. Now he was texting someone.

"I think I'm gonna barf," Max groaned, keeping his voice low, "how much until we stop?"

"About twenty minutes," Vince dug through the cooler that was at his feet, with water bottles, juice boxes, bags, snack bars - "here," he handed him a water bottle, "are you carsick or did you really eat too much with just a measly bag of chips?"

"My gut is a bit of a bitch," Max sighed, closing his eyes, "temperamental as fuck. I thought I was in the clear with the bland chips, but..." he trailed off, making his point by muffling a sickly little burp against his hand and shuddering when vomit splashed the back of his throat. He swallowed in, "fuck my entire fucking life."

"Stop fucking swearing," Vince whispered to him, "you're gonna startle the kids. Twenty minutes, alright? Just take deep breaths and stop leaning forward like that, you're not helping yourself."

"You're such a snotty know-it-all," Max glared at him, as Vince planted a hand on his chest and pushed him against the seats, "what's up? You're a med school reject?"

Vince frowned, "you're such a prick. Are you hellbent on puking in front of every class you teach?"

Max' ears burned and he looked away from the man, taking a large gulp of water, "you're never gonna let that go?"

"Not for another month at least," Vince huffed and then pushed the window next to him wide open.

The rush of chill air helped a lot, but Max was not about to congratulate Vince for doing the barest minimum. He breathed out slowly through his mouth, sneaking a hand under his t-shirt and pressing on his belly. It was warm to the touch and gurgling non stop.

"How much more?"

"Nineteen minutes," Vince said and he could hear the man's amusement at his plight. Max groaned, staring at the ceiling as yet another hiccup hit him and made his ribs ache, his whole chest squeeze.

The water had been a mistake, as it rocketed up his throat, forcing him to gulp down.

"I really don't wanna be sick in front of them," Max whispered, allowing a glimpse of vulnerability to the other teacher. He knew at least with that Vince could sympathize, "just- Do something? Please."

There was a pause, then Vince squeezed his knee in an amiable way and pushed Max's legs out of the way as he got up once more. He clapped his hands loudly.

"Alright kids, each one of you know the bus song?" he exclaimed, his voice all cheery and Max groaned, scooting so he could occupy Vince's now empty seat next to the window and shoving his head out, so he could breathe.

Now with the noisy bus, he could burp openly, and a string of belches pushed up, intercalated with hiccups, rattling in his chest. He let out a groan and spat the saliva pooling in his mouth, but the burps helped, a little, the ache in his gut.

He lowered his head to the windowsill, listening as Vince continued to sing. They had ruined the peace and quiet and the bus was chaos, but at least Max knew not a soul was paying attention to him, as he let out a moan and squeezed his tummy, urging it to settle down.

Eventually the bus came to stop and Max removed his head from the window, wiping the cold sweat that was clinging to his upper lip and catching Vince's eye as the man shepherded the kids into a queue in front of the museum.

"Thanks," he whispered, passing him by once they were all outside, "uhm- You can handle them for another fifteen? I'm gonna go hurl, but then I can take 'em."

Vince's eyebrows jumped up, a sudden, startled chuckle slipping past his lips. He nodded, "Uh yeah- yeah, sure, go ahead-" then his attention slipped away as one of the boys tried to run ahead, "Elliot give me your hand!"

#sickfic #max daniels #mywriting #eructo #tummyache #belly ache #⭐️ anon

[tiredtreebranch1]

If I Asked You Not To Leave, Would You Stay?

Jacob hated school. And he hated the alarm that woke him up for it even more. It haunted his dreams, awakening him at exactly 7:00 am every weekday.

He aggressively smashed the button on the phone to silence the alarm. In the sweet quiet afterwards he laid for a few minutes before convincing himself to roll out of bed.

He slipped on a jumper and trudged out of his room and down the hall.

In the kitchen he came across a note on the bench. It read “got called into work. See you after school. Love you, Dad.”

Lately his dad was constantly being called into work. Unfortunately due to the nature of his job he was unable to simply refuse. The villains and monsters of the city weren’t going to wait for him to have breakfast with his son.

He poured himself a bowl of cereal, lazily eating it while scrolling through his phone. He half registered what posts he saw, dog, dance, meme, hero’s, dad, stand up, llama, draw-.

Suddenly he registered that he had seen his dad and quickly scrolled back. It was a video posted an hour ago titled; Electric Phoenix pummelled by city’s villains. It was of his father fighting a horde of the most infamous villains in the city. All by himself.

Quickly Jacob searched up the fight and found a livestream.

“Ooo. That looked like it hurt,” came the voice of the person recording.

His dad was surrounded, attacks coming with ferocity from all sides.

He looked on the verge of collapsing. Barely holding himself against his enemies.

Electricity thrummed visibly around him, close to losing control and attacking everything nearby.

Jacob needed to help.

As quick as he could he changed into black pants and a tight shirt that wouldn’t snag on anything. Next he needed to find a mask.

Running to his Dad’s room he punched the code into the pad hidden in the back of his Dad’s wardrobe. A door slid open and Jacob stepped into the elevator. The doors closed and the elevator dropped. The doors opened to the sight of his Dad’s secret base.

Without thinking he headed to the drawers and started searching through for a spare mask. There had to be one somewhere!

Just as he was giving up hope and debating whether or not to just go he spotted a black mask lined with a bright red peeking out from under a pile of documents. He grabbed it and ran to the elevator.

In seconds he was out of the house running down the street. He pulled up the livestream again, looking for a sign or something to tell where his Dad was.

He didn’t recognise anything.

Keeping it open he kept running.

Suddenly a burst of fire exploded over the buildings in front of Jacob. He was close but he needed to hurry.

Jacob quickly skidded around the corner and came face to face with a sight that would haunt him for forever.

His Dad was kneeled on the ground, a protective shield of electricity wavering over his huddled form. He was covered in wounds and looked like death was trying to coerce him out of the world.

The city’s villains sent attack after attack at the shield, yelling taunts and laughing maniacally.

Jacob steeled himself and ran at the nearest one. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

He jumped on the back of the villain, bringing them down out of pure surprise.

As soon as they recovered they grabbed him and chucked him to the ground. They went to stomp on him but he quickly rolled and stood.

When looking into the face of someone who he knew wasn’t going to hesitate to hurt him he wavered. In a split second decision he turned and ran. To the middle of the fight.

To his Dad.

He slipped in and out between villains and beams and levitations bricks. He went unnoticed until the villain from earlier called out.

“Stop that kid!”

And in a blink of an eye every villain had turned to Jacob.

“Damn” he muttered.

Despite the city’s strongest villains staring him down and slowly turning their powers on him he kept running.

He saw his Dad look up when he realised he wasn’t being attacked anymore. He saw as his Dad’s eyes widened at the sight of him. Saw his mouth open as he yelled at him to leave. But he didn’t stop. He needed to save his Dad. He couldn’t let him die.

And then the first hit struck him. A beam to the back sent him sprawling into the concrete. He quickly recovered and kept running. He was so close. More attacks came, some grazing him and some hitting him head on.

He kept running for as long as he could but eventually the attacks became too much and he collapsed.

He heard the sizzle of electricity and looked up to find his father standing over him, electricity running through his every cell, spilling over the edges.

And with renewed energy his Dad began to fight again. Beating back any villain who dared get too close.

Electricity shocked every Villain that dared get near. Dared to get near his son. Deep exhaustion was nothing compared with the intrinsic need to protect.

Jacob rose unsteadily to his feet. He needed to figure out how to help.

“You need to leave when I give you the chance,” came his Dad’s serious voice, gruff from the exertion of pushing himself.

“What? No way!”

“This isn’t up for debate!”

“Well it’s not happening. I will not leave you to die! I can’t lose you as well as Mum!”

“And I can’t let you die like I let her,” his Dad said loudly over the sizzle of electricity, but soft with pain.

Jacob stared at his Dad, watching as bolts of electricity fizzled out too quickly. He was slowly faltering. Knees buckling and arms shaking.

Before he could help everything was over.

Instantaneously everything in his Dad collapsed and he dropped to the ground.

“NO,” Jacob distantly heard himself scream.

The villains converged on them. Someone grabbed his arm, pulling him away.

“You need to get away,” the someone whispered to him.

Looking up he realised it was his Dad’s nemesis. He wrenched his arm away and sprinted back to his dad.

“Come back!”

He pulled and pushed at the villains, trying to get them away from the only person he had left. He wouldn’t let this stupid job take another if his parents.

The villains shoved him back but he refused to let them take his Dad. Eventually one grabbed him and shoved him to the ground.

“Stay down.”

He rose and went to punch them.

They caught his wrist mid swing and swiftly stabbed him in the side, leaving the dagger and him to crumble to the ground.

He dazedly looked around. Through the villain’s legs he could see his Dad. He needed to get up but his body was slowly losing its ability to move, his wounds and exhaustion taking control. He saw his Dad roll. Their eyes locked and all his Dad did was look at him fondly. In this moment full of terror and pain his Dad just looked like he wanted to hug him. His Dad mouthed something at him. Jacob scrunched his face up in confusion. His Dad did it again and again until finally Jacob realised what he was trying to say.

I love you.

“I love you too,” Jacob whispered almost silently.

And with that the whole world exploded.

A wave of electricity sent him and the villains back and away from his Dad. He felt himself flying into a wall and saw other Villains flying away.

His Dad had sacrificed himself for him.

His head felt hazy and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

He had lost his Dad.

———

When Jacob came to, he discovered he had been thrown by the blast into a dark alleyway. He was covered in scrapes, cuts and burns from the blast and onslaught of attacks from however long ago. The dagger from however long ago was still embedded in his left side. He clutched into it hoping to keep it in and prevent blood loss. Pain seared through him anytime he moved so he stayed still.

His hands were slowly being drenched in blood from where he clutched to the wound.

His cries of pain slowly turned into small sobs. All the energy and adrenaline drained out of him, leaving him with puffy eyes and a dull throb from his side.

He sat with his head leaned against the alley wall and legs splayed out across the cold concrete floor. His legs and limbs were starting to go numb with the cold and lack of blood.

He couldn’t believe that his dad was gone. Actually gone. Not coming back. Never able to say goodnight to him again. Never able to make fun of stupid shows with him. Never able to make his super secret recipes. Never able to smile or laugh again.

Pushing down the new welling of tears he turned his attention back to his situation. He had no idea what to do other than to not pull the knife out. And that was just because of books and movies. He had no way to stitch himself up and he thought he might actually die if he had to do that. Not that he’s not going to die anyway. Walking wasn’t an option as he felt close to passing out and his legs didn’t seem to work.

With a groan he shifted slightly. His lower back was starting to hurt from the odd and rigid position. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.

Just as he was beginning to fall into the darkness he felt someone grip his shoulder.

Jacob begrudgingly opened his eyes to see a shadowy figure crouched in front of him.

“You’re going to be okay,” a voice he recognised from somewhere assured him.

He just sleepily looked at the person.

“I’ll get you to the hospital,” they said as they moved closer to Jacob.

He struggled to remember where he had heard that voice before. It was familiar.

Jacob was slowly embracing the dark once more as he distantly registered being lifted in the air.

“Come on,” abruptly he realised it was the villain that had tried to drag him away from the fight earlier, his Dad’s nemesis.

His head lolled back onto a shoulder and his eyes slowly slipped closed despite the presence of the enemy holding him.

“You’ll be okay.”

———

On the 21st of May at Mount Tamunnal Cemetery there was a total of two funerals.

Two gravestones.

Two holes in the ground.

Two caskets.

One body.

One funeral seemed to have the whole city attending it. Everyone wanted to mourn and say goodbye to their hero. Thousands of people filled one end of the cemetery. Thousands of flowers laid on a closed casket that stood next to the grave amongst those of other fallen heroes.

The other gave host to two people.

A son who mourned his father with a stoic expression and suppressed tears.

And a nemesis who mourned the loss of an old friend.

Both caskets were lowered into their graves at exactly 12:30 pm. Simultaneously burying the idea of the hero and the man behind the facade.

As the crowd slowly dispersed two were left standing a little apart in front of a pair of graves. Graves marked with the real names of hero’s that everyone else knew only by mask.

“You’re dad was my oldest friend,” the taller man swathed in black said softly.

“You weren’t his friend. He hated you,” Jacob said with a glare at the ground, unable to look at the man who let his father die, “you murdered, burned and destroyed everything you could find and he had to abandon everything everytime you got a new idea in your twisted head on how to ruin everyone’s day.”

“And yet despite all of that I was never his enemy.”

Jacob ducked his head.

“Not really.”

With that the man turned away and left Jacob to his grief.

Left him to pick up the pieces of his destroyed life. To take up the mantle of the hero.

#writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #written by me #fiction #not a prompt #hero x villain #villain x hero #sidekick #hero and villain #villain and hero #father son relationship #this isn’t my usual type of story but 🤷‍♀️ #I originally wrote this for a competition

[purplefixations]

The Best Thing We Never Planned

In honor of the most recent David audio, here is my mind started thinking after I finished listening to it. This is what I think would happen the next morning.

(in the mates gc)

Angel: *picture of David cuddled up to them, sleeping peacefully*

Angel: my fiance is the cutest😍😍😍

Baabe: aww, im saving this for future black mail

Baabe: WAIT!!!

Sweetheart: We're not gonna breeze past that like you didn't say what you just said!

Baabe: i swear to god if you're messing with us!

Baabe: angel answer your phone

Sweetheart: If this is a joke I'm gonna kill you, very slowly

Angel: what do yall want?

Angel: oh...

Baabe: "ya'll" lmao

Baabe: you're around sam too much

Sweetheart: What you mean oh?

Angel: u guys didnt know?

Baabe: NOO?!

Baabe: ash didn't either

Sweetheart: Same with milo

Angel: hold up, how do I know they that didnt know and just kept it a secret?

Baabe: look at my bf and tell me he can keep a secret :/

Baabe: also, I screeched when I saw the word "FIANCE" and he wanted to know why...

Angel: u screeched?

Baabe: I WAS SUPPRISED OKAY!!!

Sweetheart: And I thought milo was jumpy 😂

Baabe: don't pick on me sweetheart, you still havent answered the question.

Sweetheart: Oh, I asked Milo if he knew as soon as I saw the text

Angel: why...

Sweetheart: I assumed he knew and just forgot to tell me

Angel: and he didnt?!

Sweetheart: nope

Sweetheart: It seems David decided not to tell anyone, not surprising tho

Sam: Why is my phone blowing up all at once?

Baabe: scroll up

Sam: Congratulations Angel

Angel: DID U KNOW?!?

Sam: No, no one told me exactly. But Tank mentioned something a few days ago about David and serious commitments, so I'm not exactly supried

Baabe: TANKER KNEW?!????

Sam: Maybe, I can ask.

Sweetheart: I mean, David has been trying to actually include Tank in pack/friend stuff, so maybe this was one of the things.

Baabe: makes sense, tho ash and milo might feel a bit betrayed lol

Sam: They said that David asked them for help with what to say to not sound too cheesey. They also said that it was still extremely sappy in the end.

Angel: it was but it was a nice kind of sappy

Baabe: awwwww

Baabe: what'd he say?

Angel: i dont really remember the words

Angel: it was very long and i think i started crying near the beginning of it all...

Sweetheart: Haha, crybaby

Baabe: HEY! the only one aloud to call them baby is David, back off

Angel: YEAH

Sweetheart: Is this you saying that David calls you a crybaby, and you like it?

Angel: WAiT

Baabe: hahaha

Baabe: masochist

Angel: do you want me to put you on blast? cuz i have receipts

Sam: Okay, I'm going to stop this before it gets out of hand. Again, congrats Angel.

Angel: thanks sam

Sweetheart: Congratulations from me and milo

Baabe: and milo?

Sweetheart: He's been asking for live updates on this situation

Sweetheart: He has also demanded that he gets to help David pick out a suit

Angel: he has to take that up with davey, but honestly that might be a good idea

Baabe: why?

Angel: i love him very much, but he lives in clothes just nice enough to look presentable.

Angel: and dirty work clothes

Baabe: haha

Baabe: ash says congrats too

Baabe: he's been reading this over my shoulder for the last few minutes

Angel: that tracks

Angel: thx tho

Sweetheart: On a serious note, if either of you need any help with filing marriage paper work for an empowered and non-empowered through dump, let me know

Baabe: is it hard?

Sweetheart: I wouldn't say hard, but it's a bit complicated and a lot

Angel: ill keep it in mind Sweets thx

Baabe: getting off that serious note

Baabe: ash made a meme and wants me to send it to you all

Angel: GIMME!!!

Baabe:

Angel: HahAhHAha

Sweetheart: Is that Aggro?

Baabe: he says yes

Angel: is he actually upset?

Baabe: nah, he's just dramatic

Sweetheart: pls tell me he sent that to David

Baabe: he did

Angel: hes still asleep so don't expect a response yet

Baabe: he's still asleep? I thought he was an early riser and shit?

Angel: normally, but i think the solstice tired him out

Sweetheart: It's probably an emotional vulnerability hangover

Angel: lmao

Baabe: haha

Sam: So it's not just Tanker who gets those.

Angel: LMFAO!!!

Angel: theyre too fucking similar

Baabe: hehehe

Baabe: oh shit, if i die pls have a picture of me at your wedding

Angel: ofc, but why r u dying?

Baabe: I didn't notice that ash left, and I smell smoke

Sweetheart: I'll make sure it's a cute picture

Baabe: bless you

Angel: oof, go make sure your mans didnt commit arson

Baabe: 👍

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Bonus:

"Angel, why did Asher and Milo send me vaguely threatening memes?"

"Ooohh. Yeah, that's on you."

"Why?"

"You're the one that didn't tell your best friends that you were proposing."

"I didn't tell them because they cant keep a secret. If I told them, they'd tell their mates, which would be fine but then everyone would start dropping hints and you'd get suspicious."

"Tanker tells Sam everything and you told them."

"How do you know I told Tanker?"

"As I said, they tell Sam everything."

"What- Did you add him to your weird group chat?"

"It's not weird Davey, and besides, he enjoys it."

"I don't know why I bother at this point."

"Because you love me!"

"Yeah. I do, you snot."

Idk how it got this long, I was not planning for that. I wrote this over the span of two ten minute breaks and my lunch at work, so that's why it's kinda chaotic. Anyways, love y'all <3

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fluff #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #redacted sam #david x angel

[mlmxreader]

Matter of Trust | Black Noir x gn!reader

anonymous asked: “Fuck, I love it when you get all possessive” with "I can't think straight when you're around" for Black noir?

summary: Noir doesn't trust strangers, and he certainly does not trust the Deep or Homelander.

tws: possessiveness, swearing

Noir really wasn't the type to take it to happily or easily, when people flirted with you or they made it very clear that they desired you, he wasn't the type to go down easily and to let that kind of thing slide; you, he knew he could trust without a doubt, but he wasn't so trusting of strangers. He knew he could trust your friends when he caught them cuddling with you, or when he saw pictures on social media of you kissing and touching and hugging and being all around close, he knew that it was strictly platonic, strictly familial. The people you could trust, he trusted; in fact, he was quite close with a few of your friends himself, and often spent a few of his breaks sending them memes, only to be sent back the same. It was just strangers and most of the Seven that he didn't trust; although A Train, Maeve and Starlight were alright in his books, the other two were certainly immediately on his shit list the second they looked at you. Noir wouldn't let you anywhere near them alone.

Even if you did make it known that you weren't an easy target; putting frozen fish in Deep's room and mixing all of his drinks with salt; letting dogs into Homelander's room right after they had eaten and letting sheep in there as soon as you got the dogs out; you didn't make it easy for them to pick on you, but Noir still wouldn't have it. They were dangerous, and you didn't have powers; they were dangerous, and Noir wasn't about to let them get near you. Never.

So when he turned his back for five minutes whilst on the set of the Seven's latest film, and found that the Deep was walking over to you, he immediately got into action; coming up behind you and pulling you down onto his lap as he sat down on the nearest chair, his chin on your shoulder and his arms around your waist tightly as he kept his grip on you tight but nowhere near enough to harm you - he was always careful of that. He saw you smile from the corner of his eye, and he grumbled softly.

"Fuck, I love it when you get all possessive," you whispered, leaning into him and putting your hands on his.

You didn't even know it was for your own protection, and Noir preferred it that way; he pulled out his phone, brought up his Notes app, and typed a simple message. "Can't help it. I can't think straight when you're around."

"Well, I like it," you laughed. "Maybe I ought to ask Reggie if he'll help me rile you up."

Noir grumbled, he wouldn't pay any attention to that, but he nodded, typing again. "Maybe. He been ok with you?"

You shrugged, tilting your head a little so that you could feel his mask against your skin. "The usual. A little bit of a shit, but otherwise ok. He had a go at Deep the other day for trying to talk to me, which, gotta admit, pretty fun to watch Deep shit himself."

Something akin to a laugh left Noir as he looked back at the Deep, who seemed to be debating his chances; of course, there was nothing Noir could do about him, not without getting into shit about it. He was powerless when it came to permanently getting rid of the Deep, but scaring him off... that was different; nobody could say anything about that, especially if Noir didn't actually do anything towards him - Blue Hawk often remarked about it being unfair, but he was a cunt anyway. Noir hoped he'd get hit by a car.

Still, on set, the only big worries that he had were Ashley, Deep and Homelander; he knew that Maeve and Starlight were looking out for you, and A Train occasionally would too, but for the most part, Noir had to keep you under his watch. Ashley didn't like you being on set, for a start, as she said that you were distracting the talent and that your relationship with Noir wasn't marketable enough and wasn't something that the public would take any interest in as you were nobody; Deep wasn't to be trusted under any circumstances, especially not with you; Homelander would kill you just for looking at him funny, which was constantly, you were always giving him dodgy looks.

Noir had to be possessive. It quite literally was for your own protection. Strangers and the Seven - those were the only ones he didn't trust; when he saw A Train approaching, he got a little more relaxed, leaning back and letting his arms fall a little, one hand in your lap, the other on the arm of the chair as he nodded at the other Supe.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink," A Train said. "(y/n), you wanna come with?"

You looked at Noir, who shrugged, and then dared to smile at A Train as you nodded, getting off of Noir's lap. "Yeah, sure - where you gonna go?"

He shrugged, taking off his glasses and sighing. "Honestly? Wherever. I just need to get outta here for a bit. I can't take this shit all day."

You frowned a little, furrowing your brows. "You good?"

"Tired," he mumbled. "Noir, you wanna come?"

Noir shook his head, holding up his hand.

You swallowed thickly, not sure if you should be worried by your friend's fatigue. "Alright, I'm sure we can find somewhere decent if we wander about."

Noir watched, relaxed as you and A Train went off together, confident that he wouldn't let anything happen to you and that he would look after you and out for you, but just as he was about to relax, Ashley came jogging up.

"Did (y/n) just fuck off with A Train?"

Noir nodded.

"For fuck's sake... I keep telling you not to bring them to set - all they fucking do is distract everyone!"

He simply shrugged.

"We're meant to be shooting the fucking scene where A Train introduces Homelander to the president!" She scowled. "But thanks to your partner, we have to wait! Y'know, this wouldn't even be so bad if they were any kind of famous, because at least then we could do something with-"

It was at that point that Noir had enough, getting up and following the path where you and A Train had left; you had stopped to say hello to a cat while A Train bent down and took pictures of the dark brown cat, which made it easy to catch up with you both, and when he noticed him, A Train smiled and waved.

"You get shit from Ashley?" He almost couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped him, daring to reach out and give the cat a scratch between the ears.

Noir nodded. At least he could trust your friends. He sat down with his legs crossed, and gently stroked the cat when it rubbed against him.

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[anawrites3]

It's the Stony to BAKUDEKU anon again.lol I love what you wrote. Didn't expect Katsuki to be glaring at the baby, but that was great. Thank you so much! You're unique and phenomenal ❤️

Oh, saw you reblog the ask meme, so here's another one.

Age reverse SlaDick. Like Older!Dick is hanging out with Older!Wally and young!Slade very aggressive with his courting of Dick.

Thank you, love 💕 I'm glad you liked it! And thank you for giving me another prompt, I love it 🥰 I love age swap aus and it was really fun to write

You can read my previous try on this prompt right here where I just played a bit with older Dick and Wally.

And now for the proper story;

Dick sipped at his champagne with a smile, watching Wally dance with one of the gala guests. The girl was pretty but young, probably still a teenager and you didn't have to look very hard to notice that Wally was very uncomfortable having someone his kids' age flirt with him. As soon as he was able to, he sped back to Dick's side.

"That walk was awfully fast, Walls." Dick hummed into his glass. "It'd be a shame if someone noticed."

Wally groaned, grabbing a glass of something stronger for himself. It wouldn't do much for him with a speedster metabolism but he still could enjoy the taste.

"Give me a break. I'm too old for this shit." He muttered.

Dick laughed. "If Bruce's not too old for this, neither are you."

And Bruce was still going strong, despite the fact that all his hair had turned white a long time ago. He stayed sitting throughout the whole gala but he was still as charming as ever, playing Brucie Wayne even as a teenage boy's grandfather.

"Bruce just isn't human." Wally shook his head before taking a big gulp from his glass. "We already talked about this."

"For many years." Dick agreed easily.

"I'm still right. And I still hate you for dragging me along with you to this thing."

"And I still love you for going with me. You're actually making this night bearable, I can't believe I'm still letting Bruce force me to attend his stupid galas."

Wally snorted. "You're just not physically able to tell him 'no' and you're old enough to already realize that, dude."

Dick grimaced. Yeah, that one was true, no matter how he hated the fact. Even after all those years, sometimes just one word from Bruce was enough to have him running.

He parted his lips to reply when something else caught his attention. A young man with short blond hair and hard blue eyes was walking slowly towards them from the other side of the ballroom. When Dick met his gaze, his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

"Oh no."

Wally immediately looked more alert. "What is it?"

"Remember that guy I've been telling you about?"

"Which one? Your little mercenary admirer?"

"Mm. He's here."

"What?!"

Before they got to say anything else, Slade stopped right before him. He was dressed in a black three piece suit, similar to Dick's dark-blue one, and despite himself Dick had to admit that it looked very nice on him.

"Pretty bird." He greeted, voice a purr. He didn't even look at Wally.

Dick sighed, "Slade. You know I hate this nickname."

The smirk on Slade's lips widened, turning into a grin. "I do."

"And you also know that I'll be very unhappy if you try to kill someone at my father's gala."

Slade's fingers wrapped around his hand in a strong grip. When his lips brushed against his skin, without looking away from Dick's eyes, Dick had to force himself not to react in any way.

"In that case you'll have to occupy me enough for the rest of the night." Slade mused. He put his other hand on Dick's waist and pulled him close, so close that their chest touched and Dick's breath stopped in his lungs. "I think a dance will be a good start for that."

Dick cursed very ugly in his thought.

He couldn't break out of Slade's grip without causing a scene and bringing everyone's attention. At the same time, if he didn't break out of his grip, he'll be forced to slow dance with him in front of everyone. Someone will take a picture of them, sell it to the press for sure.

Bruce will get mad. Jaden will have to see his father dance with a man almost his own age.

Dick cursed again, this time outloud. Slade just chuckled, starting to lead him in the dance.

"I'll make you pay for it, brat." Dick hissed.

Slade pressed his lips against Dick's chin to press another kiss there. "I'm looking forward to it, old man."

#another mention of Jaden #im sorry lmao (im not) #again if you dont know - Jade is my oc sladick kid and i love him #i need to post that rose babysitting fic onto ao3 hmm #anywah #my writing #writing game #dick grayson #slade wilson #sladick #dickstroke #wally west #age swap au

[decaydanceredacted]

This was 1079 words, hopefully enough to set a record. (I have a problem.)

So you know that one meme where the dude is wearing a suit, but there’s a mirror behind him and it turns out he’s wearing feminine lingerie? Well… it gave me an idea…

It was my house, my bedroom after a show in late 2011. I had a twink on my bed, the twink none other than Patrick Stump. God knows how I, a man, ended up here with him, but that wasn’t important right now.

The shorter man’s blue suit jacket, gloves, and bowtie were off to the side, his shoes and socks had been removed as soon as we got to my place. Logically, this meant that the next thing to come undone on him was his black dress shirt, covered in sweat. My fingers went right to the buttons, undoing them quickly yet sensually, listening to the heavy breathing of Patrick’s.

Upon undoing the last button of the shirt, my brown eyes traced over his body, studying it intensely. After taking in every inch of his body, I met the gaze of the bleach blonde’s blue eyes, my lips turning to a smirk on my tan face as his pale one grew red.

“That’s a nice bra you’ve got there, boy,” I complimented slyly, running my hands along the soft, red fiber. His breathing got heavier as he stared at my hands, a look of arousal on his face. I ran my thumb over his hard nipple, watching him shiver at my touch.

However, I wanted more. The tightness in my pants was getting far too much to just ignore, and I know he likely was feeling the same. So, I lowered the bra slightly down, revealing his impressively-large-for-a-relatively-skinny-man tiddies. I teased him with my thumb for a minute before I latched onto his nipple, suckling on it.

Patrick’s lips parted open, the noise that followed delayed. The first sweet, sweet moan of the night, coming from his throat. I’ve heard those noises before on record, but it was just something else to witness in person. It was a reward in itself, my tongue working faster around his sensitive teat.

I felt his hands run through my black hair, using it as leverage as more soft noises came out of his mouth, encouraging me to go further. My lips let go of his nipple as I looked back down at Patrick. His cheeks were a shade of bright, bright red, a deep conflict with the shade of his hair color.

My gaze then went southbound, falling on the bulge in his pants. Knowing the bra was here, my mind instantly began racing, my hands scrambling for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with haste. As soon as the buckle was taken care of, I yanked the belt off of him and threw it to the floor. My fingers undid the button and unzipped him. I then moved his legs up onto my shoulders, grabbing the pants and tearing them off of him. I stared down at Patrick, taking in the arousing sight before me.

Starting off with his perfect, delicious thighs, my eyes studied him intensely. But then I saw it. The red, lacy panties covering up a rather impressive bulge. I snickered to myself quietly.

“That’s so cute,” I cooed, reaching a hand down to fondle him gently. The small man reacted to my touch squirming and whimpering. My hand reached down to the string that separated those meaty thighs from the rest of his body, pulling it down, the other side following swiftly.

Patrick’s cock was rock hard and just begging for my attention. I set my hand on it gently, watching it twitch from my contact, before wrapping my palm around it and beginning to stroke Patrick slowly.

I watched as the bleach blonde squirmed underneath my hand, his hip bucking at my touch. Pretty little curses escaped his throat, only encouraging my hand to keep moving, going from the very top of his swollen, pink tip, right down to the base over and over again.

“Sir… f-fuck, I-I’m gonna… c-cum,” Patrick sputtered, body shaking and thighs twitching. I yanked my hand off suddenly, cutting off all stimulation to his pretty, pink cock.

“Not yet,” I mumbled. I wanted to have my fun with him. “Spread your legs for me.”

Patrick did as I told him, obedient like he should be. “Good girl,” I cooed, pulling down the fly of my jeans and pulling out my dick.

I positioned myself between his legs, pulling his panties all the way to his ankles and behind my neck. I pressed my cock right up against his tight little asshole, pushing into him gently at first.

The noises that Patrick’s mouth produced were heavenly. I could get off on that alone (shoot, I have), thrusting myself deeper and harder into the singer’s small body.

Every moan, every sharp movement, every time he bucked his hips against mine. He felt so perfect around my cock, clenching onto me like his life depended on it. I let out a sharp groan, feeling him pushing back against me.

“Y-you’re doing good…” I muttered between heavy breaths. Patrick moaned in response, wrapping his arms around me and digging his nails into my skin, leaving marks that I’ll whine about in the morning. He was well passed the ability to speak with what I was giving him.

The sound of skin slapping skin got louder as I felt myself inching closer and closer to releasing. I reached my hand down and began stroking Patrick’s cock furiously, my hips speeding up intensely.

“C’mon… cum for me, Patrick…” I beckoned, my voice husky and heavy with lust. A few seconds later, I felt the ass walls of Patrick’s gripping fiercely around my dick, the smaller man beneath me turning into a moaning, squirming mess. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the bed. His thighs twitched furiously as cum splattered onto his stomach and chest.

Patrick’s release triggered my own. I planted heavily and groaned lowly, shoving my dick completely in Patrick and shooting my load deep inside of him.

A few moments later, I pulled out, my seed leaking out onto the bed. I collapsed beside the bleach blonde as he laid himself against my chest.

“That was good,” he muttered to me.

“It was,” I agreed, brushing his hair out of his face. The two of us started drifting away, silently agreeing that this would definitely happen again some time.

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#ps #crossdressing tag #i think this does indeed set the record! congrats #extra long redacted

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Damion, now satisfied that Liam was out could, casually inverted the unconscious former champ, grabbed Liam's right ankle with his right hand and held Liam aloft by said ankle. The unconscious fighter's arms dangled above his head as his left leg fell to be parallel to the ground. Damion subtly pointed towards Liam with his left hand, "Code 18," he smirked. Those techies in the crowd were astounded that Damion knew their lingo, but quickly lapped it up in the form of memes and videos on Scrap. Code-18 soon went viral as a definite jab to the former tech champion. Tech fight fans had to explain to the unknowing that Code-18 meant that the real issue with a tech problem was not the tech but 18 inches from the screen, or the user themselves. Once fans realized that Code-18 was making fun of the person using the tech, they couldn't get enough.  Damion nonchalantly tossed Liam aside in a crumbled pile of bones and muscle as he left the scene without any interaction with fans. As fans videoed his exit, they noticed that Damion updated his scrap profile by deleting the image of Liam from his gallery. Scrap fans quickly went to speculation mode about the images still remaining in his gallery. There was a ginger-haired Canadian champion who was moving to Florida in search of new challenges; a brown haired fighter that traveled around like Damion fighting freely wherever he could; two black haired dudes with stubble that were easily twins; an older blonde; an older bald gentleman who hadn't been in any recent fights, but was known for his skills; a marine with a penchant for fist fighting; and others from around the world. Damion's fans however, were disappointed that there was not another target yet. They would have to wait and see. If any were close enough to peer over Damion's shoulder, they would have noticed that Damion was flipping through Scrap looking at the latest underground fight news. He paused when he came to an image from a beach fight that showed how the winner was straddling the dominated loser about to knock him out with a punch followed by the winner posing over his brother. Damion smiled at the information that the two were basically even when it came to their fights. "Perhaps..." He whispered. He then scrolled and saw the ginger fighter standing with multiple belts over his shoulders. It was an interview about how he had decided to go to the states following an invite to what he considered the most premier fight gym. "Interesting..." Damion muttered. Damion was then interrupted by the call. As Damion walked, he answered, "Yes?" Damion continued to walk out of the woods while listening to the voice on the other end. "I have........You think he will?..........We shall see just how worthy they are...." Damion ended the call and started down the road headed towards his next destination. 

#malevmale #submissionwrestling #submissionhold #wrestling #submission #fight #maleryona #submissiongrappling #fight scene #wrestling match #victorypose #victory pose #victory #3d render #deviantart

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE WOMBATS / B - Z Sides ( PART ONE ) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"When I first held your hand, things felt right and in place."

"Why am I so afraid?"

"Remember when I first saw you?"

"If it's alright with you, I think I'll leave soon."

"I think I'll miss you."

"I think I'll love you."

"You were so hard to find."

"What took us so long?"

"The ceiling never looked so interesting."

"Say something to fill the void."

"This window never looked so small."

"My face never looked this disenchanted."

"You made me feel like Brad Pitt."

"I'm black and blue."

"There's no time for me to catch my breath."

"I'm in a cage."

"I think I'm out the game."

"I drink too much because there's not enough of you there."

"There's not enough of you anywhere."

"I've had enough."

"I think too much."

"I've given up on life and death."

"I like it when you're rude."

"I'll try, but I know there's no point."

"I'm not confident enough to play the field like those guys."

"I'm not secure enough to fool around like those guys."

"I've been knocked down."

"My head's in the clouds."

"I just forgot to breathe."

"I'm so scared about that stuff."

"If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."

"She might turn me away."

"Today, I'm gonna make a change."

"The world loves hypocrisy."

"You wreck my mind more and more with each passing day."

"I think you're crazy."

"I think you're rude."

"We don't mean that much."

"I don't need much to make me happy."

"This is love."

"I think I'll go down just to get away."

"In the back of my mind I'm waiting for this to just end up in tears."

"I've just had the craziest week."

"I don't know why I want to voice this out loud."

"It's therapeutic somehow."

"We're not the same."

"I put one foot forward and ended up thirty yards back."

"Am I losing touch or am I just completely off the track."

"Are you gonna screw my head up?"

"You're pretty weird but you're not a psycho."

"I never got so many texts as I did from you last night."

"Is it such a big waste of time?"

"You and I could be so happily screwed."

"You've got selective hearing."

"I'm frankly bored now of your attitude."

"When we speak your eyes are everywhere."

"It's all or nothing for you."

"Take that cigarette out of your mouth."

"Don't you think it's time that we should move on?"

"Everything that meant anything is gone."

"Take my credit cards far away from me."

"I'm not mature enough to keep one little eye on anything."

"You don't call the shots."

"Why am I lacing every single night with doubt."

"I'm Mr. Jealous Man today."

"Don't wanna feel sorry for myself now."

"Let's not get lost in ourselves today."

"I can never be the good guy."

"My car broke down and mirrored both our lives."

"Politics make it so hard for us."

"This war's between two men and four million puppy dogs."

"They don't know it yet, but we both know they're coming between us."

"I can bury my head in the sand just as fast as the next man."

"They say that our strengths should have been growing over time."

"You've gotta see there's something wrong."

"We trudged through winter and spring for this."

"You're pretty desperate to get out of this town."

"Sundays and I are not meant to be."

"It doesn't affect you like it does me."

"I'd be a couch potato all my life."

"Why have you got an array of board games under your arm?"

"What's the point of going somewhere else if you're only going to do exactly what you would be doing at home?"

"Looks like we're both in checkmate now."

"Board games have a double meaning."

"That's your automatic response when everything is going wrong."

"What a happy, clappy fun day."

"This ghost train will derail and crash."

"I got a spot of bad news."

"There's not much you can do if you've got the theme park blues."

"It's just that everything is upside down."

"I'm the one who has the frown."

#memes #meme #rp meme #starter sentences #starter meme #rp starters #lyric starters

[tomicaleto]

how about “who the hell did this to you?” for obikin?

Hi Nixie! Thank you for sending this prompt, I'm sorry it took me so long to answer!

hurt meme

So lately it feels like I'm always saying I'm having trouble writing or coming up with ways to fill prompts I'm sent and this is no exception lol.

This needs a bit of context: so I somehow have fallen in a Ben 10 frenzy, I been watching breakdown videos and having a lot of nostalgia. So this is a Ben 10 AU of sorts. The original series had Ben and his cousin Gwen at 10 years old, in one episode we meet Kevin, an 11 years old that becomes a villain that occasionally shows up. Then we get the Alien Force series where Gwen and Ben are uhh 15/16 and we get a sort of redeemed Kevin at 16/17. Gwen and Kevin have a thing, it's great and I shipped them so much.

So basically this AU is set in a kind of Alien Force setting. Ahsoka, only mentioned here, is Ben, in the sense that she has the omnitrix, but is still a Togruta. Obi-Wan and Anakin fill Gwen and Kevin's role. Anakin is kinda a redeemed villain (like Kevin) but has Gwen's power set (he's an energy being called anodite) while Obi-Wan is like Gwen (in the sense that he's not a former villain and his Jedi backstory which I haven't thought about yet ties him with Ahsoka) but he has Kevin's powers (he can absorb energy and matter)

That's a very lengthy introduction but otherwise this may not make much sense.

Oh! Also, Anakin and Obi-Wan are kinda established but it's complicated

“Who the hell did this to you?”

Obi-Wan checked his watch, only five minutes left of the class. His students were finishing taking notes so he cleared his throat to grab their attention. “If there are any questions left, this is the time to ask them.” 

As he finished speaking, three different hands got up in the air and he pointed at the nearest one. “Yes, professor, we’ve mentioned that Plato’s allegory of the sun was later…” 

By the time he finally reached the doors of the university, he was dreading his walk back home, the often peaceful time tainted by his tired body. He would have to talk with Ahsoka about patrolling so late in the night, he was not a young man anymore. But he was pleasantly surprised when he looked up and found Anakin’s car waiting for him at the entrance, as students stared at the yellow details Anakin had painted on it. 

His steps now eager, he approached the car and leaned down, forearm on the driver’s door, and smirked. Anakin’s tinted window began going down and he was ready to open the conversation with a teasing remark when he saw Anakin’s torn clothes and black eye. The words dried in his mouth and his whole expression shifted into a serious one. 

“Before you say anything,” Anakin said, most likely having figured out Obi-Wan’s burning concern, “get into the car, I’ll tell you on the way and I don’t want to make a scene.” 

Of course he didn’t, Anakin, despite being quite unsubtle when expressing his emotions more often than not, was still extremely private. He didn’t like Obi-Wan’s students whispering as they stared, nevermind that Obi-Wan knew that half of the time they were gossiping about the ‘handsome man that kept visiting professor Kenobi’ or that Anakin was around the same age as them. 

So he simply nodded and circled around the car, getting into his designated passenger seat and buckling his seatbelt. Anakin started the car then, and pulled away from the university building with ease. 

They stayed quiet around three seconds before Obi-Wan turned towards Anakin and hissed: “Who the hell did this to you?” 

“Let’s just say I found doctor Vindi.”

“Did he attack you? Why didn’t you call me or Ahsoka?” He asked, torn between worry and anger. Anakin could be proud at times, but Obi-Wan had thought their little team had grown on him. 

“Ahsoka is at class, she wouldn’t have picked up and I didn’t want to interrupt your students either, I know they have an exam soon.” It was touching that Anakin paid Obi-Wan enough attention to remember when he was planning to quiz his students. But still. “And before you say that this was worth interrupting your class, let me say that I wasn’t exactly looking up the dude, alright, I kinda came across him accidentally and I wasn’t prepared.” 

Obi-Wan’s frown –when had he begun frowning?– eased a bit and it made Anakin's shoulders relax. “Even then, it’s quite strange for you to get surprised like that, were you low on energy? Did your spells fail or something? Should we be worried about your mana or your anodite form?” 

Anakin snorted and immediately stopped, one of his hands leaving the wheel to grab at his ribs. “My powers are fine.” He stubbornly said. “It’s just… there were plenty of civilians, alright? I had to multitask.” 

It made sense. But Obi-Wan still worried. “Let’s go to my place so I can put some ice on that eye and check that your ribs aren’t broken. You’ll call Ahsoka and we’ll plan there.” 

Anakin sent him a side-eyed look. “As you wish.” He answered softly.

#obikin #Anakin Skywalker #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Star Wars #SW #The Clone Wars #TCW #ROTS #Revenge of the Sith #Prequel trilogy #Star Wars AU #Ben 10 AU #Tomi's fics #asks #nixie-deangel #Ask Game #Hurt meme ask game

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 71 JON IX (pages 747-759)

Jon tries to quit the Black, only to be reminded that retirement in this line of work comes with a body bag, and that his friends are awesome. Mormont reveals the plan for a team trip north for zombie investigations.

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When Jon did not appear to fetch the Old Bear's breakfast from the kitchen, they'd look in his cell and find Longclaw on the bed. It had been hard to abandon it, but Jon was not so lost to honor as to take it with him. Even Jorah Mormont had not done that, when he fled in disgrace. Doubtless, Lord Mormont would find someone more worthy of the blade. Jon felt bad when he thought of the old man. He knew his desertion would be salt in the still-raw wound of his son's disgrace. that seemed a poor way to repay him for his trust, but it couldn't be helped. No matter what he did, Jon felt as though he was betraying someone. Even now he did not know if he was doing the honorable thing.

That really is the hardest park to translate to screen, motive and internal conflict. Like, you can have a character talk out loud, whether to an animal or to themselves, but there's always that weirdness of hearing what you know would be an internal dialogue.

Even the best actors can only really show that there is something going on inside, but even then it's more vague alignment and vibes "this character feels negatively about choice A" but that doesn't necessarily give you the 'why' of it.

He would need to find new clothes soon; most like, he'd need to steal them. He was clad in black from head to heel; high leather riding boots, roughspun breeches and tunic, sleeveless leather jerkin, and heavy wool cloak. His longsword and dagger were sheathed in black moleskin, and the hauberk and coif in his saddlebag were black ringmail.

roughspun = 🥛

He was who he was; Jon snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life - however long that might be - he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name. Wherever he might go throughout the Seven Kingdoms, he would need to live a lie, lest every man's hand be raised against him.

Knowing (thanks to the show) about Jon Targaryen. Wow, that's a parallel/foreshadow-in-hindsight that smacks you in the face with all the grace of a dead fish.

but also now I need a copy of that guy in the corner of the party saying 'they don't know [thing]' meme, but with Jon as the guy in the corner of the party "they don't know i'm jon snow" (it would be, the nichest of memes.)

"You said the words," Pyp reminded him. "Now my watch begins, you said it. It shall not end until my death." "I shall live and die at my post," Grenn added, nodding. ... "I am the sword in the darkness," Halder intoned. "The watcher on the walls," piped Toad. (...) Pyp spurred his horse closer, reciting, "I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realm of men." ... Matthar circled behind him. He joined the chorus. "I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch." Jon kicked his mare, spinning her in a circle. The boys were all around him now, closing from every side. "For this night..." Halder trotted in from the left. "... and all the nights to come," finished Pyp. He reached over for Jon's reins. "So here are your choices. Kill me, or come back with me."

This was one of my favourite scenes in the early show, ngl, the boys standing around Jon reciting their vow to the watch. I do like that there's actually more than just Grenn and Pyp (and Sam in the show only) coming after him, (Halder says seven, though I only saw 5 names). I also really like the imagery of them surrounding Jon on their horses while Jon turns to see them all. It really drives home that, even though Jon spends/spent a lot of time on his high horse, he has more people around him who care about him than he realises.

In the show it's presented more as a chase, with Jon stopping and coming back because Sam was knocked off his horse, but in the book it's more... Jon stopped to hide as the others caught up and he was forced to face them.

It felt like Show!Jon was always going to do "the right thing" he just needed a reminder, but book!Jon was seriously struggling with it, and really did need help to make the decision, and even afterwards he isn't 100% sure it was the right thing even though he knows it was the only choice, to go back to the Wall.

Jon opened a shuttered window, took a flagon of beer off the outside ledge, and filled a horn. Hobb had given him a lemon, still cold from the Wall. Jon crushed it in his fist. The juice trickled through his fingers. Mormont drank lemon with his beer every day, and claimed it was why he still had his own teeth.

🍋=🥛

"- Aemon told me you'd go. I told him you'd be back. I know my men... and my boys too. Honor set you on the kingsroad... and honor brought you back." "My friends brought me back." Jon said. "Did I say it was your honor?"

And this is one of my fav clapbacks.

It really does encapsulate though, that it wasn't Jon's choice to return, it wasn't a hero wavering then choosing the right path, it was a boy struggling with himself, it was his friends helping him. (Whether he wanted that help or not.)

And the fact that Mormont knew Jon was a flight risk? just, *chef's kiss*

"All I know is that the blood of the First Men flows in the veins of the Starks. The First Men built the Wall, and it's said they remember things otherwise forgotten. And that beast of yours... he led us to the wights, warned you of the dead man on the steps. Ser Jarmey would doubtless call that happenstance, yet Ser Jarmey is dead and I'm not."

"All I know is that the blood of Protagonists flows in the veins of the Starks." It's true, and if left unchecked, some of them can develop a serious case of Plot Armour. (Not to be confused with having skills and luck which are well matched to the situation at hand.)

"By custom, the Lord Commander's steward is his squire as well... but I do not care to wake every dawn wondering if you've run off again. So I will have an answer from you, Lord Snow, and I will have it now. Are you a brother of the Night's Watch... or only a bastard playing at war?" Jon Snow straightened himself and took a long deep breath. Forgive me, Father. Robb, Arya, Bran... forgive me, I cannot help you. He has the truth of it. This is my place. "I am... yours, my lord. Your man. I swear it. I will not run again."

There we go, now it's Jon's choice, now he's made his decision.

Though I will admit, the mean part of me is taking very strong note that he's made this choice only now after being offered the chance to go North of the Wall which is what he's been trying to do since he got there.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #jon snow #a chapter a day reading #got

[xemonchi]

Biffy and Lee :)

The rainy day started out as run to the school from the car to beat getting wet, meeting up with Cam and Holger seemingly in their own world talking about as Lee just listened along walking to their homeroom class, almost impossible not to notice how odd Cam is acting, almost embarrassed dement look on his face as they all sat in class.

The trio got marked off as early for once, Lee carefully whipped out his phone and quietly looked at his phone, which was mostly a bust besides from a cat meme or two, something Biffy would like, so he saved it to send to him in a bit.

Stiffing a yawn as Cam and Holger talked about some game softly before the bell went and Lee picked up his things after sending Biffy the memes, pocketing his phone, gym is next something he would rather pass on and hide in the vents.

"Why are you so tired today, it's friday!!! Friend!" Holger said with a soft friendly smile, as Lee leaned against his locker not realizing he walked out of class and headed to his locker out of habit, he responded a low, "I don't know," shaking his head and trailing off, a little sluggish then normal.

A small ping ringed off Lee's phone, he grabbed the phone to check seeing it's Biffy, his boyfriend and smiled a bit rarely shown about.

Biffy;

Dude where are you?

I'm at the Meetup spot

Also kitty says hi from home

Lee:

In gym

I'll meet you there

I hope kitty feels well and I miss her

Biffy:

Alright cool Bambi

Lee just thumbs up his message, and he pocketed his phone as his friends looked at him with some type of look, he looked at them both then saying "what?" Cam instantly responded with a loud, "my man you got a date!"

"What no! No! Haha I don't know what you're talking about," Lee said, blushing slightly, thinking of a lot of things to do with Biffy as Cam said, "I know that look!" Lee was just going straight for the Gym to stop this conversation, "I don't have a look," he said, looking to the side as Cam and Holger trailed after him. "You got a date, don't you?" Cam said as Lee just nodded his head "no", soon the bell came as a saver to get out of this mess of conversation, Lee rushed over to the gym.

The gym filled in with his class Tina and Jennifer, he walked over in a sluggish way but he could hear light stark scratching from the vents, he said softly "hey" sitting down, near Tina, looking at his phone again, "ah hi Lee I didn't see you there," Tina said a little surprise tone as Lee just gives her the thumbs up and looked at memes again while thinking about hiding the fact he's dating Biffy from everyone he knows.

"Not in a talking mood?" Jennifer asked kindly, fiddling with Tina's hand a bit which Lee didn't realize they were holding hands.

"Nah, just tired…" Lee said softer than his usual voice, he saw a message from Biffy and he smiled in a real soft blushy almost puppy like way and texted him back something.

"Hmm" Tina said then slightly leaning into Jennifer's ear and whispered something, Lee ignored them both slowly falling asleep but not trying to, but did with his phone locked in between his fingers, the Tazzleworm sitting by him tail wrapped around his leg hissing if anyone got close to Lee.

Soon the bell went for next period, the red Tazzleworm licked Lee's face and shivered over into the vents as Lee slowly blinked his eyes opened barely thinking, standing up in a wobbly blurr going to the meet-up spot barely connecting, holding onto his stuff with strong might, eyes rather red rimmed eyes from no sleep.

Walking what seems like a long ass time before walking into a wall and a somewhat confused yet annoyed voice called out from the hideout, "Lee?" Biffy said, walking up to the red and black haired leaning on the wall almost about to crash, wrapping one of his hands around Lee's wrist pulling him away from the wall into the hideout.

Lee leaned into the warm touch, eyes closed following Biffy then slowly sat down leaning on Biffy's arm, finally responding with a delayed "Hmm hi baby," Biffy letting go of his wrist and just let him have his sleep as he pulled back out his laptop to look at some memes or something fun.

As Biffy looked off from his laptop, Lee slowly wrapped his arms around Biffy's one arm, head softly resting against him in a lovely way, breathing softly against Biffy's skin, "tired little Bambi" Biffy huffed/whispered softly, rolling his eyes, then looking back to his laptop fiddling with some work.

Biffy typed way on his laptop, yawning slightly as he tried to stay on task as Lee slightly nuzzled into his arm, tears slowly falling down off Lee's lashes, Biffy kept his eye on Lee as he finished the task and slowly packing away his laptop into his red bag.

"Mhm," Lee hummed uncomfortably, slightly waking up.

"Go back to sleep Bambi," Biffy whispered a soft nickname Lee got, looking for his black phone in his bag, Lee shrugging into Biffy's lap, "Hm not… I'm Not...Bambi, Biffy," he whispered tiredly, mumbling over his words, almost falling asleep, laying his head on Biffy's thigh, sleeping gently.

"Yes you are Bambi," Biffy huffed in a whisper, patting his hand, "get to sleep we have double free period."

"Mhm you're… the… best boyfriend… ever," Lee said softer and softer soon to a mumble.

"God you're… dumb Bambi," Biffy whispered softly, gently taking Lee's small hands and kissing his knuckles before wrapping his own around him.

"That's why you love me.." Lee mumbling falling asleep at last on Biffy's lap, nuzzling into his tummy as Biffy plays with his hair a small bit.

#biffy #biffy t goldstein #lee ping #lee x biffy

[ettaberrytea]

Oooo for the WIP Ask Meme tell us about Star Trek: Cardassia!

This is the one that I have over 20 outlines for that I was complaining about a few days ago. It is meant as a hypothetical new Star Trek tv show set right after DS9.

Major Kira, Quark and Jake join Garak on Cardassia. Kira is looking for answers to the identity of the dead version of herself that she saw in the episode “Second Skin,” and she needs to convince Garak to help access the Order’s subterranean archives. Jake is looking for answers to what happened to his dad. He's hoping that he may find stolen Bajoran texts that could help him bring his dad home. Quark is listless since Odo left and has decided, half out of the goodness of his heart and half out of desire for capitalistic world domination, to bring Quark’s to Cardassia and provide a means for the locals to trade salvage and labour for his merchandise. Garak, who feels that really he ought to end his life at what he sees as the rational end to his tragedy, keeps finding one more thing to do before his final event. He finds himself in an awkward friendship with Dr. Parmak. Dr. Parmak is in no position to help Garak, and frankly isn’t particularly sound of mind either, along with everyone else who survived.

Star fleet is offering “aid.” The Klingons are offering “security.” Everyone from con artists and fraudsters, to enterprising scholars of varying degrees of morality seem to suddenly have a reason to set up shop. Hundreds of Bajoran apostles show up to search for the lost orbs of prophecy. The surviving Guls, Directors, Archons and lesser government officials are all scrambling over each other to form government. At the centre of it all is the mystery of the sealed and booby-trapped Obsidian Order tunnels that still await the return of the late Director Tain.

Oh, and the protagonists manage to converse with Sisko at some point, who's still chilling with the wormhole aliens, and they go on a trippy, meta adventure to an American scifi film set in the 80s.

Most of this wip is just half formed ideas scribbled on various peices of paper. Here's a snippet of Sisko in the wormhole:

“Does this expanse go on forever?”

“What is forever?”

Sisko sighed deeply. He wasn’t sure how he was getting a headache without a corporal body.

“If I pick a direction and start walking, will I ever get to anything other than nothing?”

The misty form of Sarah frowned in confusion.  

sisko was pacing.

“The Sisko is disconcerted by our -void-“

“Yeah, you certainly could put it that way”

“The Sisko is having trouble assimilating into non-linear space”

“I don’t belong here.”

He started to run.

“The Sisko is of us. The Sisko must belong!”

“Let me out”

“The Sisko must un-tether himself from linear time.”

“Jake!”

“Let go, the Sisko”

“Kassidy!”

“Let go!”

“Help!”

As he ran, the light void turned to dark. Soon he was stumbling about, unable to see.

A light appeared in the distance before him. He ran towards it.

“Hello there.”

The voice was not like those of the prophets. It was grounded like voices on the temporal plane. 

Sisko looked around him and his surroundings created themselves as his eyes moved.

“Hello?”

There was a long table of food before him. It was mainly sandwiches and sliced up fruit.

“Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot.”

“Coffee…”

Sisko looked in the direction of the voice. A black woman in her mid forties wearing a dark purple robe and a large, matching hat that looked sort of like a huge, circular graduation cap. She held out a paper cup of coffee towards him. Sisko took it. 

“Thank you.”

“You seem lost. Are you an extra?”

Sisko frowned. “An extra what?”

The woman laughed. “I mean are you a part of the background characters?”

“The… where am I?”

“Craft services.”

“What sort of services?”

“You’re where the food is, honey. Where are you trying to get to?”

“I’m trying to go home.”

“Which parking lot?”

Sisko stared at her blankly. The woman furrowed her brow and came around to the other side of the table. “Are you not feeling well? Let me help you find the exit.”

Sisko perked up at that word.

“Please! I just need to leave.”

“Come over here. Do you see that sign taped to the wall? It’s got arrows. Do you see the one that says main exit? Just keep following the signs and you’ll get to the door you probably came in. Then turn left and you’ll be heading in the direction of the main gates. Do you want me to walk with you?”

“Thank you,” said Sisko. “I can manage.”

As he walked, he started to feel light like a balloon. The hallway started to meander much more than any earthly hallway ever would and it was alive, rippling and bending. He found himself upside down, gripping the floor tiles with his finger nails, his body like a sheet of paper in a breeze. The outside door appeared, floating in emptiness. He launched himself towards it, floating like on a space walk. His inertia carried him to it and he grabbed the door handle and struggled. It opened.

#current wip #wip game #post canon cardassia #post cannon cardassia #elim garak #benjamin sisko #kira nerys #quark #jake sisko #suicide mention

[itsjustagoober]

Ya know what?

Through the shit posts, the memes, the current events, the heritage posts, the inbox prompts, the drawing prompts, the character prompts and everything else, I want to thank all of you for supporting me day in and day out.

I know it seems like an easy and small thing to thank you guys for, but lemme at least try to let you know where I'm coming from with this. I'm gonna put this under a read more so I don't clog your dashes, but also for those who want to personally read it out too. I am going to be a bit vulnerable here, so I appreciate my own psuedo-privacy this way too. I may lose track of what I'm trying to say too, but that's how it usually goes anyway.

Before I became better acquainted with the internet or met almost all of you here or before, I was just a little guy getting through elementary school like most kids. However, there was one stark difference between me and my classmates: I was a gifted child.

It wasn't until much later in life that I realized what that label had properly fucked up for me and my undiagnosed ADHD and possible autism, but at the time it meant nothing but praise from adults around me and scorn from my fellow classmates.

I was always the weird kid and other kids used to outright avoid me and exclude me from everything, if they could. It usually took teachers and other staff alike to force other kids to partner up with me, even if I never picked up on that in the moment back then.

Other kids I used to consider close friends would simply tease and bully me every day. I was extremely shy and unable to be confrontational, so I would simply let them and take it. I took so much and couldn't tell a single adult because I thought being a Gifted kid meant nothing was supposed to get to you.

One day, though, it finally did get to me. I said something that I couldn't take back and I don't even remember what happened after I said it. I blacked out and when I was aware again, I was in the principal's office with my dad. The one person I absolutely didn't want to involve in any of this and there he was, sitting next to me. So concerned for me, but also disappointed that I couldn't have told him anything about this until I did something that would be on my record forever.

After that, talks were in motion, unbeknownst to me at the time, for us to move in with my grandparents and go to an entirely different school district. For me. All for me because of what I did. Soon enough, that next summer, we moved.

Now I was alone in a new home, a new school and a new neighborhood. The first few weeks of school that year were rough, to say the least. Nobody wanted anything to do with me because I was the new kid and most of the rest of them had all been friends or acquaintances since earlier schooling. The teachers, at least, saw my hidden potential for wanting to be good at what I could, whatever they put in front of me to work on.

However, I was no longer the only gifted kid around. There were dozens, actually, so I thought I could make new friends that way. Once again, peers were just weirded out by me. They knew something was off about me, even if we all didn't know why back then. Once again, I was mostly left floundering for myself.

This time, however, I decided that I was tired of being careful and shy anymore. I just wanted to be myself and had fun. So I started acting out and just being myself. The perfect student was there, but now he had sass and humor and shenanigans on his side. Much to the worries of teachers, but less hostility from his peers.

Fast forward a bit and these same peers are with me through middle school, junior high and high school. However, society has been changing around us as a whole during those developmental and influential years. iPods came to exist, the Internet got more mainstream, Facebook just started and wasn't an absolute shit show yet. It was genuinely meant to help you connect to people you couldn't see everyday.

Anyway, same peers get used to my same shit, so they start to get bored and annoyed with me. I didn't care, though, because I had really good friends and shitty grades while having the time of my life. One thing did change for me, though. I discovered I could make friends over the internet, too.

dA (deviantART) is where I got my start with my daily doodles I did in highschool, instead of doing schoolwork. Got to post, people got to see and interact with my art and me and it was good. Found some friends, found some interests I didn't know I had and continued on.

Sometime in the end of 2011 and the start of 2012, one of my favorite artists on dA announced they had started a Tumblr blog. This was the first time I had heard of the site and had no idea what it was like. Outside looking in, I thought it was another dA with even more fandom stuff. Then I actually got in and settled. It was so much more.

The fandoms, the dashboard layout, the accessibility to a newbie like me, the creativity and the absolute banger posts back then too. Something about it just felt like home. Like, more home than home even.

Years have gone by since that day and I have met most of you here, albeit this is a reboot since the first time around. I've met and re-met friends for life on here and I've also gotten a little bit of a following for myself. It is good!

All good things spoil, though. The first runaround, if I recall, there was a smear campaign or two put out on me. I'd say the one was valid, but then the person involved in that ended up just... dropping everything when it turned out they were right in the argument. That one always baffled me. I was misinformed, so you decided to do a call out on me because I didn't know something correctly?? Can't remember the second one anymore, but it was absolute bullshit anyway that ended up being false to everyone involved aside the person who started it.

Sorry, lemme get back to the point. I don't say this enough, or I don't think I do, but I really appreciate what a lot of you do for me. People used to be annoyed at me for spam-liking and reblogging their stuff on my dash to where I'd get banned and I never quite understood that. It was my way of showing my love and support, which I can now gladly say I see all of yours when you guys like and reblog stuff that I do! I see it and it feels me with joy, honestly!

There may be days where I am not around for days or weeks or months at a time, but I always see when you guys are giving likes and reblogs and mentions and I just want to say, from the bottom of my big heart: Thank you so very, very much~! I love y'all and I can't always put into words what it means for me, but yeah! It's nice to feel wanted and loved and cared about and, dare I say, feel missed.

It's weird to say that too, given what I had known all my life before the reboot of Tumblr even, but yes. It was always a home away from home and I'm glad I get to share it all with you. Ya know, like popping in and seeing how you're all doing or a wave as we pass by on the street. It means so much to me, it does.

It's why I often find myself in a rut when I disappear for awhile and leave people hanging on replies or plots or character stuff. I don't mean to clam up, I just sometimes get busy and get so tired that I can't keep up. I'm usually too afraid to say anything about it, too.

Even before COVID, I didn't have much of a sense of time and my 'relationship meter' is busted. If we have every talked and we're good friends? Well, to me, we still are and have been, even if we don't talk much~! There is no lowering of the meter, just up and steady, ya know?

But yes. I love you all and I deeply appreciate you all supporting me all these years and day in and day out. I hope this is a sliver of the start to show what all you guys mean to me.

Now I'm gonna go take a nap because I exhausted myself writing this and have been on and off crying the whole time I've been typing this.

Have a great day, y'all. I'll see ya again soon enough~!

#the goober speaks #long post #really long post #irl stuff #love y'all #so dearly #don't mind my ramble #thoughts all over the place #edit in post: still can't sleep too hot

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

heyo! how about darling, smitten and sweets for the ask meme? :^)

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

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Murdoc rarely abandons his all black wardrobe, so maybe something like this

I imagine he'd wear a (nicer than his usual) black turtleneck shirt tucked in at the waist with a black blazer, slacks and dress shoes!

As for Emmett, I imagine he'd wear something along the lines of this:

not necessarily either of these outfits in particular but these vibes if you know what I mean? But yea, floral, pastel menswear is probably the avenue Emmett would go down for a date outfit!!

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smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

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THIS ONE IS SO FUNNY TO ME BC YES- in a way!!!

So, Murdoc starts out by (after having broken out of supermax ofc) kidnapping Emmett and he does this every so often, eventually it getting to be a weekly thing. And the first time he does this, everybody involved, save for Murdoc ofc, is understandably freaked out- serial killer/assassin kidnaps former prison psychologist? yea, its not a heartwarming scenario.

BUT, after awhile, everyone slowly starts to realize that Murdoc really doesn't mean Emmett any harm and he actually hasn't laid a finger on them, truly! The evidence becomes undeniable when Emmett starts coming into work the next day (after being 'kidnapped' by Murdoc the prior night) all goo-goo eyed and giddy, in a better mood than ever.

Bozer is the first to point out that something seems off about the 'kidnappings' and Murdoc's intentions regarding Emmett. Now, he's the first to be terrified of and suspicious of Murdoc (understandably too, since Murdoc broke into his and Mac's shared house with the intent to kill Mac, the first time they met), but Bozer can tell something's different about this situation...

He finally puts the pieces together when Emmett mentions offhandedly the lovely lights Murdoc put up in the room he regularly takes Emmett to when he 'abducts' them.

Bozer, upon realizing what is going on, (a possible romantic relationship blooming between one of his coworkers and the psychopathic serial killer they're trying to catch) does his best to keep it a secret for Emmett's sake. But Bozer sucks at keeping secrets and soon enough Mac knows. Mac also sucks at keeping secrets. Soon enough everybody at the Phoenix Foundation has heard about Emmett's outings, so to speak, with Murdoc.

Gossip is afoot! Some say that Emmett is developing some sort of aberrant form of Stockholm syndrome, others think its a genuine blooming romance. Most are just worried for Emmett's safety. Murdoc, does, after all, have a very violent history!

But Emmett's closest friends and coworkers, Mac, Bozer, Riley and Jack, and ofc their boss, Matty, all eventually realize that the two are very much in love!

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sweets — what’s their favourite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

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I can't remember where I saw this but somewhere on tumblr I saw a headcanon that Murdoc enjoys those cinnamon candies, so I think his favorite would be those cinnamon gummy hearts by Brachs!!

Coincidentally, those are also my favorite!! We would share them!!! <33

#i love you just a little too much #squidsploitation #selfship asks #asks #selfship ask game #ask game #mutuals #mutual tag #friends #friend tag