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velvetjune · 13 days

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All my thoughts on Alan Wake 2: The Final Draft below! Major Spoilers for the game (and Control 2019). This is a very long post, but this game has taken over my mind.

The Final Draft was good! I’ve never played NewGame+ versions of games before, so I don’t know if this is usually how it goes. The additional material and introduction/ending makes it all worth it, although I wish there was a way to speed up the case board process, since I completed almost all of it my first go.

My immediate concern is. What is ‘a master of many worlds’? What does that MEAN?? Surface level, he can already exert power over his world and the dark place, so that was the two he was initially referring to. Since Door said the Dark Place was a mirror that reflected other realities, is that why Alan now holds power of them? No matter what, he is Way too confident for someone who’s been an absolute mess. The power of being loved and reaching out to others is just that good.

I’ve vaguely known about this draft’s ending and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Actually playing through again helped me lose that negativity, although I still prefer the first ending! Hearing Saga’s relief at Logan being alive and Alan rising from the dead was one amazing sequence. Visually beautiful and acted out.

The EXPRESSION you can see on Saga the second Logan picks up. I was so happy for her. Having Logan and Casey by her side. No matter what comes next, they succeeded in saving both of them. Now—are Saga, Casey, and Alan all in the dark place? In an overlap? Or Bright Falls?

The “love is strange” quote was a personal favorite. Sometimes you love someone so much, both of you ascend past your humanly self and become so intertwined in thought and memory that you’re always with each other. Love is strange.

Is anyone else ridiculously nervous about what’ll happen with Alan and Alice?? They both seem to be in states that are tied to each other and the dark place. I don’t know if they can technically leave. Read some theories on Alice being the bullet of light, but I took it as a sort of symbolic gesture, with her still being an agent moving in the dark place. Similar to Zane or Darling. Idk.

The ‘Spiral’ writer’s room video got to me even more than the ending! Bringing up how time is overlapping, which means Alan IS already at the end of the spiral, as an enlightened figure, potentially “playing a secret game” or “building something”. There’s an inevitability to Alan’s fate that stresses me out. Describing himself as a demiurge or demon too,, somehow he made everything 10x more unsettling. So thanks for that Alan. Love it for the horror, but also I just want Alice and Alan to reunite with Barry… it’s not looking so good.

I was already a fan of the cliffhanger-ish ending, but, even after seeing this one with more confirmations, I don’t understand comments I’ve seen about having to play the Final Draft to get the actual/true ending. The first ending was emotionally satisfying and left a bigger impression imo. It was the turning point of this entire cycle Alan was stuck in and is what makes the Final Draft’s ending feel earned. It didn’t need confirmation on Logan answering back or Alan ascending because Alice’s post-credit video implied that was what would eventually happen. I still like this final draft’s ending, but I don’t think it’s to the detriment of the original playthrough and won’t hurt if anyone doesn’t end up playing through it (Kinda how I view AWAN too—although I haven’t finished it)

Dr. Darling my beloved. My everything. Remedy took their chance at making the funniest crossover. Alan repeating text over and over, being what’s keeping the dark place formed in its current shape—reminded me of the final nursery rhyme. This could’ve been creepier, but Darling’s reaction of “let’s not think too much about that” for the voice was golden. And what is there even to say about Zane and Darling. They got to flirt, so good for them. The ramifications of this could be dire or stay as some gag.

My conclusion on the situation with Alan, Zane, and Scratch is “I don’t think we’ll ever really know.” All the same person, but also every iteration is their own person. Their existences are too muddled and changed and distorted to ever find an origin or who made who.

I do find it fun that generally Zane IS helping Alan/Scratch and wanted to collaborate with Alan, and Scratch also wanted to become one with Alan, be the heart, bring an enteral deerfest that celebrates Alan. They’re both dangerous and/or manipulative, but it doesn’t seem to be out of hate.

My game had a bug where I could never talk with Odin and Tor apart from the mandatory scenes to move the game, so I missed everything near her trailer AND whatever they were standing around for in the Final Draft 😔

The Lake House page is making me excited for the DLC with the same name! Big fan of Remedy’s love for mad scientists and their death-by-hubris. Another Darling name drop that further shows how annoyed some FBC employees are at Darling’s golden boy reputation and his smug confidence. Incredible.

The Night Springs intro video!! Literally lays out what happens. Alan succeeds, transcends, and becomes a master of these realities he was inspired from. Interested in what this means for the Night Springs DLC. Will it make characters experience one of these other realities or will it remain grounded in the real world of Alan Wake 2?

I’m in love with how Alan Wake 2 repeatedly tells the player what the story and themes are, and outright says reveals and the ending before it plays out. The Yötön Yö song about Scratch, the Zane film of the same name spoiling “It’s not a loop it’s a spiral” and Alice+Alan in the Final Draft, this Night Springs intro confirming his success, all the nursery rhymes predicting Saga’s life, etc. Telling out what will happen through different mediums of art. It’s a clever way of making everything fit together and imply that Door, Zane, Alice, etc. aren’t as affected by the loop’s cycles restarting.

There’s mysteries that haven’t gotten answered at all. Nothing for Tim’s future and underlying connection to Door (I know it’s related to Quantum Break, but haven’t played). The 103 door a guest at the lodge kept banging and screaming at, which I think had the square looped symbol at the Oceanview Motel in Control. The employees door at Oh Deer Diner was always closed off.

Glad to have officially played through Alan Wake 2! Need that DLC trailer to drop soon

#alan wake 2 #final draft spoilers #alan wake 2 spoilers #I needed to put my mess of thoughts somewhere #this gameeeee #I don’t talk much about it either but this game is wonderful with its approach to mental health too.#Saga’s dark place in her mind is emotional every time. and seeing alan and saga work together. it’s 🩷💖💘

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the-antiapocalyptic-man · 1 year

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Eobard Thawne and “Martin Stein” aka Professor Zoom the Reverse-Flash and Deathstorm the Infernal Man

Curator of the Flash Museum in his home time period of the 25th Century, Eobard’s life changed forever when he discovered a time capsule with one of Barry Allen’s actual suits. A descendant of the Allen family through Barry’s brother Malcolm, Eobard had always felt an affinity for his ancestor, heightened by the tragic loss of his parents at a young age. Soon after, Eobard was delighted to meet Barry himself, the older speedster having traveled to the future. While they went on many adventures together, Barry had a dark secret: he was Eobard himself, back from massacring every person he’d ever had a personal relationship with in his life and impersonating Barry Allen to strengthen his past self’s enmity against The Flash.

The plan worked too well, as Eobard thanked his future self before killing him and adding his speed to his own. After using his bare hands and rapid healing to reshape his face to once again resemble Barry’s, Eobard journeyed back into the past to strengthen his old hero as well...

Deathstorm began as an idea--the hurt and pain of a young Ronnie Raymond festering inside the Firestorm Matrix--before being given form as a desperate Ronnie attempted to use the Matrix’s full power without a partner. Offering himself as a host, Martin Stein bonded to the Deathstorm Matrix, using the mere moments of control he had to teleport himself as far away from Earth as he could, leaving a heartbroken Ronnie, Jason, and Maddie to pick up the pieces.

However, Deathstorm survived, alive in the dark multiverse and rapidly mutating into something else entirely. Quickly collected by the forces of Apokolips, Deathstorm rebuilt a human body as Dr. Martin Stein, returning to Earth to begin mass producing Firestorm Protocol soldiers, each unknowingly carrying a piece of the Anti-Life Equation to be activated in the event of an Apokoliptan Invasion of Earth.

#dc #headverse #fanart #au #eobard thawne #reverse flash #zoom #professor zoom #martin stein #infernal #deathstorm

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piers-wifey · 1 year

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Thanksgiving is around the corner..... So 👀... Stars Thanksgiving. Who's bringing what dishes? Where's it being held? Would you help them cook? Lots of potential chaos or family moments 🥺

I'm really sorry if this isn't good. I don't celebrate Thanksgiving where I live, so, I'm not sure if it's done accurately or not. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Also, I want to thank you and @aroseybearinlove for the inspiration and ideas. I wish y'all a happy Thanksgiving! <3

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• Since Barry has the biggest house and lots of space to accommodate so many people, the decision quickly fell on him

• Joseph, Chris and Forest are the first to show up at Barry's house, wearing matching sweaters and turkey hats. They refer to each other as Turkey#1, Turkey#2 and Turkey#3

• Moira and Polly love their silly hats and especially Forest's hilariously accurate impression of a turkey

• Chris claims that his impression is much more accurate than Forest's, resulting in them competing with each other for the best turkey impression

• Edward and Claire are helping Kathy in the kitchen with preparing the turkey and the desserts, as well as with cleaning up the dirty dishes afterwards

• Ed, being the softie he is, gives Moira and Polly some mini slices of Kenneth's homemade pumpkin pie and even lets them clean out the bowls

• Meanwhile Joseph, Forest and Chris try to sneak some bites, but Edward always catches them red handed and threatens to knock them out while swinging a spatula. Truly a terrifying sight, especially since that bear of a man is dressed in a pink apron with frills and flowers on it (He rocks the look tho)

• Because of that, Joseph calls him "The pink threat", a name that'll stick with him for the rest of eternity

• Kevin is put in charge of guarding the kitchen and keep the three out. At some point; however, Joseph almost managed to get him join him, Chris and Forest

• Unfortunately for them, Wesker caught wind of that and made them do a hundred push-ups, followed by fifty jumping jacks and another hundred sit-ups to teach them some self-control (And yes, they wore those turkey hats the entire time. Enjoy the mental picture)

• In the meantime Barry and Enrico set up the second table Enrico brought, while Kenneth and Richard set up the fireplace in the backyard to roast marshmallows and make s'mores later; something Richard is particularly looking forward to, hence why he and Bridgette brought all the needed ingredients

• You, Jill, Bridgette and Rebecca decorate the house and table and occasionally check on Edward, Claire and Kathy

• Brad, being one of the more responsible S.T.A.R.S. members and also surprisingly good with children, offered to take the girls to the playground for an hour or two, while the others get everything ready

• After everything's set and settled, everyone gathers at the dinner table, waiting for the turkey to be served. And while they're waiting, Chris, Joseph and Forest sing a little song they composed themselves, which the others gradually join in with

• Except for Wesker. But hey, at least he's not commenting on the improved lyrics that don't really make any sense, or the fact that none of them can actually sing

• When Kathy finally brings in the turkey, she is greeted by joyful cheers

• After dinner, everyone's sitting in the living room, either chatting with each other or playing board/card games. Moira and Polly will play some Mario Kart on Brad's SNES, or watch the little magic show Joseph has prepared for them, with Forest and Chris as his trusty assistants

• Those who don't have to drive will enjoy a glass or two or more of the whiskey Forest has brought, while the others either stick to coffee or lemonade

• Tipsy due to the alcohol and thanks to Claire's excellent taste in music - which comes in the form of music cassettes - the living room and kitchen soon become a dance floor. If you can even call Chris and Brad's wild jumping around "dancing"

• Edward and Claire show them how it's done right, and even Forest, who isn't sober himself, shows more talent at dancing than those two. Even though his dance partner Kevin is quite a klutz

• Wesker watches both teams with raised eyebrows, wondering how he ended up with such a chaotic bunch as subordinates and why he actually finds watching them go about their business so carelessly amusing and almost endearing

• Barry notices Wesker's slight smile and even manages to preserve it in a picture along with many other wonderful memories he will fondly remember

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Tag list: @mirandawesker @albertweskerxchrisredfield @ravenrune @dagrans @eviltothecore13 @silvevia @redcloversinaflowerfield @aurorapink10 @sassiest-captain @sevythebeanqueen

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gumsnail682 · 7 months

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Part 1 of my Obey me Yandere series for spooky month. Cross posted on my AO3.

Lucifer, The Isolating type

The Isolating type is pretty self-explanatory, the Yandere will go to great lengths to ensure the one they love will stay close to them whether they want to or not.

"Hey, Luci? I can't help but notice I haven't seen any of your brothers in the past two days. Did they go somewhere?" Lucifer seemed a little startled by your question but quickly recovered.

"As you know me and my brothers are very important demons, something came up and they went to take care of it. I wasn't able to join them seeing as I have too much work to do here, not to mention I also have to take care of you. The issue is quite dangerous so I don't want you going outside except for the garden. I can't allow you to put yourself in danger as you often do." He spoke so fluidly as if he hadn't just come up with that lie on the spot.

"Oh, I see. Thanks for looking out for me, I just wish you told me sooner I was getting really worried." When you left his room he couldn't help the smirk that crawled onto his face.

"Oh my dear, you're all mine now, not even Diavolo can save you now." He chuckled darkly to himself.

You sat out in the garden looking up at the sky, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and that's what confused you. If something bad was happening that would cause you to need to stay inside wouldn't you be able to see or hear something? But no, it was just silence, peaceful, calm silence and it unnerved you to no end.

Then you made the mistake of trying to leave, you opened the gate to the garden but were met with a barrier that kept you trapped inside. "What the-"

"Didn't I tell you it was dangerous out there?" You nearly jumped out of your skin and took a step back only to be met with Lucifer's chest.

"Lucifer!" You gasped. He shook his head in disappointment before speaking again, "I didn't want to have to do this but I'm putting you under house arrest." He grabbed your wrist with more force than intended.

"Ow! Lucifer you're hurting me!" He ignored you and dragged you into the house. It was taking every ounce of self-control he had not to throw you into the attic where he once kept Belphegor trapped.

How badly he wanted to ensure you never left, he wanted to cage you and make sure you could never abandon him. He wasn't going to jump the gun and trap you in the attic, not unless you gave him a reason to.

And eventually, you did.

It had been nearly a month and you knew something was up. No matter what you did your messages and calls never went through unless it was to Lucifer.

No matter what you tried you couldn't get a hold of anyone and you connected the dots.

There was never any danger, Lucifer was trying to keep you isolated here in the house of Lamentation. When the revelation hit you you felt weak in the knees, a sense of doom overwhelmed you and nearly brought you to tears.

How could you possibly escape such a powerful and smart demon? Even though it seemed hopeless, you were going to try.

You were going to try even if it killed you.

You waited till you knew Lucifer would be asleep, sometimes he would go days without but you knew eventually he'd need to rest.

You observed his sleeping patterns, every fourth day he would allow himself a full night's rest, Wednesday and Saturday were your only chances.

It was Saturday when you put your plan into action, you waited patiently outside Lucifer's room, waiting to hear his faint and quiet snores.

Once you were sure he was asleep you made your way to the front door, it didn't matter where you left from because Lucifer had put a barrier on every exit of the house. The thing that would help you escape was something Solomon had given you a few months prior.

It was something that could make temporary holes in protective barriers such as the one Lucifer put up. You took a deep breath before opening the door and using the device, as soon as you could you booked it, sprinting as fast as your legs could go, not looking back for even a moment.

Lucifer felt it, he felt a part of his barrier break and knew you had found a way out. Lucifer was tired, too tired to have any patience with you at the present moment.

He was out of the house in an instant, you had managed to get a good distance away but were no match for the speed of a demon. Lucifer pounced on you, pinning your arms behind your back.

"Lucifer stop, it hurts! Somebody help me!" You pleaded but Lucifer covered your mouth with his hand. "Didn't I tell you it's dangerous out here!?" He was seething, how dare you try to leave! You opened your mouth and bit down on his hand hard hard enough to make him draw back. "The only one putting me in danger is YOU!"

*CRACK*

Lucifer practically snapped your arm in half, the pain was so sudden, so blinding you couldn't even manage to scream, only gasping loudly as your whole body froze.

It hurt, it hurt so bad you couldn't even form coherent thoughts. "Now look what you made me do!? To think you'd be foolish enough to attempt this when I've had so little rest and my patience is practically gone!" You wept as Lucifer pulled you to your feet, holding you close to him.

You were back in the house of Lamentation before you could blink. Tears rolled down your face and sobs wrecked your body as Lucifer threw you into the Attic room.

"Don't you dare move! I'll be back with something to fix your arm." He hissed before closing the door behind him with a loud slam you knew you couldn't leave even if you tried.

You held your broken arm and sobbed, now you were really trapped with no possibility of escape.

Lucifer came back with bandages and a portion, "Now I could just fix it but as punishment, you'll have to wait for it to heal naturally. However, I will aid in this process considering I was the one that lost control, give me your arm." He demanded, when you flinched away he just grabbed your arm before snapping the bone back into place with another sickening crack!

Loud cries escaped your throat as Lucifer worked, when he was done he shoved the mouth of the potion bottle into your mouth and made you drink.

"This will relieve most of the pain." He seemed angry at you for being in pain and helpless. Once that was over you couldn't help but worry about the others, had Lucifer done something to them?

"Where are your brothers? What did you do to them!?" You demanded. Lucifer shook his head and reached into your pocket to grab the device you used to escape.

"I didn't do anything to them. I simply sent them away on a month-long vacation, they should be coming home next Friday." You felt sick but also a flicker of hope.

"You'll never get away with this! They won't let this happen." You said more to yourself than him.

"Oh, but I already have. You see everyone else, including Diavolo, thinks you're dead." You felt your entire world fall apart.

"...What…?" Seeing the look of helplessness on your face made him smile.

"I faked your death, why else would they accept to go somewhere for an entire month without you? It did take some convincing but obviously, I was able to get them to agree." All hope you had was gone, Lucifer had won.

You were the attics new prisoner but this time there wasn't even a slight chance for someone to rescue you.

"I'll bring you everything you need so don't worry about that. But remember, if you try to escape again there will be dire consequences." Then he left, leaving you completely alone.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #yandere #spooky month yandere shorts

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incorrectcoldflashblog · 5 months

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Hi, anon! Sorry it took me a while to answer, I had to try a couple times to make sense of this particular AU, haha.

Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Maybe I’m being overly optimistic but I still have hope I’ll be able to share ALL of my current WIPs eventually, lol. The only one I don’t actually think I’ll end up writing, and I’ve talked about it on here before, is my Genie AU, which was a mix of canon and AU where Barry is still the Flash but Len is a genie. Putting this under a read more because it got a bit long.

The idea originally came to me because I love genie/djinn lore but I’m not a huge fan of ‘The master falls in love with the genie and in the end he sets them free’ because IMO it doesn’t matter if your masters are kind or cruel, they’re still trying to master you. So I knew I wanted Barry to break Len free of the lamp in the very beginning, without giving in to the temptation of making any wishes, just because it’s the right thing to do, or maybe even because this is a Barry who went through a version of Flashpoint and is wary of whatever alteration of reality Len is offering. Meanwhile, Len is the one who is wary of freedom and doesn’t see why his purpose in life has to be ruined just because Barry doesn’t have any self-control. But we know how stubborn Barry can be when he genuinely thinks he’s doing the right thing so he frees Len from the lamp and *that* is when things turn to shit, lol. Len immediately starts decaying and comes to Barry being basically like, you broke it you buy it. Fix it or I’ll burn your house down with your family inside. So much for trying to do the right thing.

So yeah, the first part of the fic would be Len being pretty much the world’s worst house guest and trying to understand how the human world works now that he has to live in it full time thanks to SOMEONE, while Barry and his team (which in this fic was going to be Caitlin, Cisco and Hartley, with Hartmon as a side pairing because Cisco got tricked into making a wish before the lamp was destroyed and now he and Hartley have a baby and must raise it despite very much hating the sight each other, or do they) try to get information on the lamp, and the curse, and djinns, and try to unearth the mystery of Len’s origins. And of course during that time forced into close quarters Len and Barry were gonna fall in love^^ Not that they’d ever admit to it, especially not Len. There would be tropes galore, such as being forced to take care of Cisco and Hartley’s dumb baby together, or Barry teaching Len to read, but that one was gonna be a slooooow burn, mostly because I had plans for this version of Len to be somewhere on the asexual spectrum? Or at least it was gonna be strongly implied because humans were always just kinda there to him, and in any case he wouldn’t sleep with someone who kept him in a lamp when they weren’t using him.

I had plans to insert a bunch of references to Len’s canon appearances, including the fact that Barry would’ve found the lamp during a robbery of the Kahndaq Dynasty expo at the Central City museum, and Len was going to blackmail him into forging a new identity for him (as opposed to destroying his records like on the show). So, Leonard Snart was going to be his fake human name, although most characters just referred to him as Cold. Cold was literally constantly scheming in the first half of the fic and one of those schemes was gonna get Joe killed and force Cold into taking responsibility and sacrifice himself to bring Joe back. And that was gonna be the end of Part 1 because. Pain.

Part 2 was gonna start after a time jump and Barry still having no idea that Len is dead because, again. Pain. He thinks Len just took off, even though he promised him he wouldn’t leave. Joe never told Barry the truth because Joe never tells his kids the important things (yes, I’m still salty he told Iris her mother was dead, why do you ask). Meanwhile, Len has been sulking in the afterlife for four mortal years and the only people he’s got to talk to are some of his former Masters (namely Lisa and Ray) and Death (Sara, of course, who else), who he eventually tries to make a deal with: Undo the spell. She can have Joe West back. So Death is like, well, okay, that was dark even for you but if you really want to go through with this, do it yourself because I’m not going to do some insignificant mortal’s dirty work, I’ll give you one day because you entertain me. And Len sets out to do just that but of course he can’t, because once he’s back on Earth he immediately runs into Iris and tries to use her to get to her father but the thing is that Len/Cold HAS changed during the time he spent with Barry. He never meant to, but he did. So he basically just tells Joe to have a nice life and resigns himself to leave and go back to his little corner of eternity.

But not before Barry sees him.

And then—well admittedly I hadn’t really written too much past that point, haha, but I’m sure you can guess that Barry is furious with Joe and finds a way to go to the afterlife to get Len back, and I guess it turns into the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice for a while, although I would never give my boys an unhappy ending so I did plan for the fic to have a happy ending and have Len and Barry leave the afterlife together. However, it was by that point that I realized this would take waaay too many chapters and way too much worldbuilding to write this story in a satisfying manner so I got discouraged and gave up XD But yeah, that was basically the whole plan for this giant project that will probably never happen, although I guess you never know!

Thank you so much for the ask, anon. I can only hope I haven’t bored you to death <3

Send an emoji and I’ll answer

#coldflash

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noodyl-blasstal · 1 year

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Scamming me, scamming you: chapter 5

Taako realises some things, Barry makes a phone call, and Blupjeans definitely absolutely positively are not on a date.

Shout out to @a-vampire for most of the email addresses in this chapter (he’s a genius).

Read below or on A03 Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4

Taako didn’t know what to do. Kravitz had literally run away from him and he had no idea why. Everything had been good, their emails were the same as always, and yeah, okay, their in person meeting when he brought lunch in had been weird, but Kravitz had explained that. He was tired and got in his head, that made sense. They’d addressed it and things had been fine again. He’d asked Taako out, he gave Taako the thank you note! That clearly meant it was fine. Why hadn’t it all been fine? Taako had definitely never mentioned anything about Kravitz paying for his truck. There was no way he wanted anyone to have any control over that other than him. It was going to be tough, but he was going to own 100% of it and no one would be able to tell him what to do. He also didn’t think Kravitz was lonely… He had friends, he had Lup and Barry, and Taako knew that he still saw his group from college when they were able to get time off to visit each other. He had no idea how this had gone so wrong, but he definitely couldn’t work through it in the middle of Pasta Pasta Pasta!

“Luuuuuuuupppppppp!” He wailed as he opened the door. “What the fuck is wrong with Kravitz and why didn’t you warn me?” So maybe the confusion had turned to anger on the walk home. “You said he was nice! … I thought he was nice.” Okay, the anger might already be tipping over into self pity, but he could stoke it back up. He wasn’t going to cry about this.

“Ko?” Lup popped her head out of the kitchen, took one look at him and rushed over. “What happened? What did he do? I will absolutely go beat his ass if he hurt you.” Lup grabbed her stompiest boots from their spot by the door.

“He… He…” Taako definitely meant to make more words happen. Instead, he just let out a small strangled noise and stared at the ceiling very hard until he felt the tears recede. Strangely, this didn’t seem to reassure Lup.

“Ko, what happened? Are you okay?” Lup wrapped him in a firm hug, and a few moments later he heard socked feet pad down the hall and a second set of arms wrap around them too.

“What happened?” Barry asked. “Not to alarm you, but I have a weird text from Krav about a romance scam and watching out for Lup??” Taako hissed into her shoulder. “Have you had any weird emails Lup?” Barry continued, sounding concerned. “I can ring him and ask what’s going on if that’s easier?”

“No one makes phone calls any more, Barold.” Taako wriggled free, he’d found the rage again.

“Thanks for that, Taako. Great point. As phone calls are unacceptable, do you want to explain instead?” Barry smiled his most-bland smile and Taako bristled. Barry knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.

“Go make your phone call, Grandpa.” Taako huffed as he flounced towards the kitchen. He refused to be manipulated into communication.

Lup followed behind and Taako faltered slightly as he entered the room. The kitchen diner was mostly lit by candles and fairy lights, with the cooker hood providing light over the hob; soft bluesy music was playing, and Lup’s six hour sauce was simmering away on the hob. He wheeled round towards Lup. “Wait, hold on a second, did you finally tell Ba…” Taako didn’t get to finish his sentence before Lup clapped her hand over his mouth.

“Shut up! We’re just making dinner. Alright? This is all normal. I wanted to test a new technique with the sauce and Barry said he’d help, and then I thought it’d be fun to get him to make a playlist, and the overhead lights are just so much glare when you’re cooking.” Lup almost looked like she believed what she was saying.

Taako didn’t even know where to start. “We’ll deal with this later, because I absolutely cannot let this one slide, this is worse than the honeymoon suite at the conference, but right now, Taako’s more important.” Lup started to look offended, then realised she was being given a reprieve, albeit a temporary one. “Okay. Talk me through what happened? I know we work together, but I can and will punch him in the kidneys if needed. Barry will be my alibi.”

Taako grabbed a mug, filled it with water, chugged it down, refilled it, flopped onto a stool at the counter, and began to explain.

“Wait, so does Kravitz think you’re a scammer?” Lup asked, just as Barry poked his head round the door. “Kravitz thinks Taako’s a scammer!” He announced cheerfully.

“Thanks Barold, we’ve already established that because he yelled it at me in a restaurant.” Taako snarked, slumping further in his chair. “What we don’t know, is why.”

“It’s because you never told him who you were.” Barry replied, as if this was obvious.

There was a pause. “Of course I told him who I was!” Taako said indignantly.

“When?” Asked Barry. “Kravitz says you just went by ‘T’ the whole time.”

“I put my name on the first email! It’s from my email address.” Taako couldn’t believe this. Of course Kravitz knew who he was. He’d replied why would he reply if he didn’t know who he was??????

“Ko…” Lup was using her ‘Taako’s being unreasonable’ voice right now. This didn’t bode well. “Just checking… but you did use your name aside from the first email you sent, right?”

“No, he gave me a nickname, so I just used that. It was cute! We had a thing.” Why were they questioning him right now? Krav Kravitz was the one being ridiculous here.

“Taako, your first email, which, may I add, you sent absolutely shitfaced, did not have your actual name on it.” Lup sounded exasperated. Taako opened his mouth to protest,

Barry cut him off before he could defend himself from Lup’s wild accusations. “And isn’t your email the sizzle it up one you made with 69 and 420 in it?”

“No?” Said Taako hesitantly, not even convincing himself. “Look, I said my name, I signed my name!” He grabbed his phone and scrolled desperately until he found the first message. “See!” He turned the phone towards them, and Barry stood behind Lup so he could peer over her shoulder.

“You’ve won yourself a complete prize, looking forward to getting to know you better, handsome. Ttotheatotheako” Barry read.

“Ttotheatotheako.” Lup repeated.

“T-to-the-a-to-the-ako. Taako. Taako” What weren’t they getting? It was obvious.

“Bud…” Barry began gently. “I know that it makes sense to you. But I can see how it might confuse Kravitz.”

Lup pinched the bridge of her nose and screwed her eyes shut. “Taako, one more time. Just to be clear.” Taako was starting to feel just the teensiest bit silly under their judgemental stares. Maybe he could have put spaces? Maybe Lup would stop talking and he could go hide under his duvet and pretend none of this happened. In fact, why stop at running away to his bedroom? He could change his name, and go join a pro-wrestling league or something. Tuff Gregg! No one would get confused about Tuff Gregg’s identity, they definitely wouldn’t shout at him in a restaurant and then run away. Unless they needed to ramp up tension before a fight, but he’d be in on it. The crowd would eat that shit up.

Lup waved a hand in front of his face. “Taako, get out of your head, you need to hear this.” Taako reluctantly made eye contact. “You emailed Kravitz, from an email that didn’t contain your name, signed it with word soup, then never told him who you were?” She gave Taako a questioning look.

“Wait… Hang on.” Taako was absolutely going to say something to defend himself. Something really good. There was definitely something… “You emailed him second!” There, that was good.

“And you emailed him how many hundreds of times since then? You didn’t even send a picture!” Lup shook her head. There was a long pause. “Wait… Taako!” She looked both aghast and ready to burst out laughing.

“You’re not supposed to include your face! I was being safe!” He replied indignantly.

Lup laid her head on the table. “I hate you both, you’re perfect for each other.” Lup rolled her head to the side so she could look at him. “Please just go and have a conversation, Taako.”

“Fine!” Taako stood up and stormed out with as much dignity as he could muster. He pretended not to hear Lup and Barry laughing.

Taako threw himself dramatically onto his bed, wrapped himself in his duvet, and tried to find the rage again. It didn’t come. All he wanted to do was email Krav, he always knew what to say when things were wrong. But Krav wasn’t that person right now. He was Kravitz who had just yelled at him and run away. They could have just talked about it… but instead he’d ruined it. He’d ruined it and taken one of Taako’s favourite people away in the process. Right, there it was, Krav wasn’t blameless here! Taako wasn’t going to let him get away with breaking something so precious.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Another Question Body: Why did you keep emailing me if you thought it was a scam?

Taako waited. He didn’t get a reply. Kravitz was home. Barry had said so. He absolutely had time to reply.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Another Another Question Body: Why did you think I thought you were lonely?

He waited again. Still nothing. Taako dragged himself out of bed and into something comfy, washed his face, and moisturised.

Still nothing.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Just reply to me! Body: Can we please just talk about this?

Taako added a delivery notification and a read receipt. Maybe that would scare him into replying.

His phone vibrated. Yes! Got him!

“Your message could not be delivered. Your email is blocked.”

Excuse you, what?! How dare he! Kravitz had blocked him? Who did he think he was??? And why exactly did Taako want to make himself a very small ball and cry about it right now?

Taako crept back down the hall to see if Lup and Barry had stopped laughing at him. He nudged the door open and they both turned their heads. Lup was lounging on the sofa with Barry tucked between her legs leaning back against her, her head nestled on his shoulder. “It’s just so we can both see the phone!” They replied in unison. Taako absolutely didn’t have the energy for their bullshit right now.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me.” Taako replied quietly. “I emailed him, but he blocked me.”

Lup’s face fell and she held out a hand. Barry immediately shuffled round to make a gap for him, Taako flopped into the double cuddle.

“Look bud, I don’t want to interfere too much here, but he’s had a crush on you for a while and he thinks you were trying to exploit that. You didn’t directly tell him who you were, and I know it wasn’t malicious, but he doesn’t know that. Now he’s decided Lup is trying to scam me too.” Barry’s voice was soothing, but Taako bristled at the implication that Lup would be doing anything terrible. Accusing him was one thing, but Lup? Absolutely the fuck not. He opened his mouth to protest and Barry cut him off. “I’ve already explained that Lup hasn’t been pursuing me romantically and doesn’t have any interest in doing so, don’t worry.”

Taako turned his head slowly and gave Lup his widest eyes and a series of slow blinks. She stared very intently at the wall as if she hadn’t heard anything Barry had just said. Fine. Whatever. Clearly he had no idea how relationships worked anyway, so this absolutely wasn’t his problem.

“Well how do I explain that it was just a mistake?” Taako asked Barry. “Taako is many things, but he isn’t a scammer! I wouldn’t do that to Krav.”

“I know you wouldn’t, and I’ve told him that, I think he just needs to hear it from you. He finds social interaction a bit tricky until he gets to know people.” Barry said.

“But he does know me! We’ve been talking for months!” Taako was getting agitated again.

“Yes, you knew you were talking for months. He thought he was talking to someone completely different and just keeping them occupied so they didn’t go crime someone.” Barry had endless patience and Taako hated him for it right now. He wanted to go yell at Kravitz for being a big dumb idiot and then also kiss his face a lot because he was a big dumb idiot who was trying to save the world.

“Well how do I tell him? He blocked me.” Taako said petulantly.

“Yes, of course, there’s no other way to get in touch with him. You couldn’t try, say, his number, or another email address.” Lup had apparently regained her ability to hear as long as it involved bullying Taako.

He thought about it. Ringing didn’t seem fair, he could call from Barry’s phone, but that would just force Kravitz to have a conversation without warning and clearly he wasn’t as keen on surprises as he’d pretended. It had to be an email, or a letter? Both? Email first. Okay, he had a plan. “Barry, you know your @blue.jeans domain?”

“Yeeeeeees.” Barry replied tentatively. “But that’s only for the Bluejeans family, Taako. You know Lup’s already had this conversation with me, you don’t get the domain unless you marry in, and no offence, but you’re not my type.” He paused for a moment, then added. “... and Jean isn’t yours.” He and Lup burst into laughter while Taako watched on in confusion. This was not the time for their bullshit.

“Could you two please save your adorable coupley in jokes for when I’m not having a personal crisis?”

“I… we…” “Taako!” Lup and Barry protested simultaneously.

“Look, Barry, just help me set up a new email?” Taako said, then added. “Please?”

That did it, Barry, still pink from laughing (and Taako’s mention of anything to do with he and Lup and couples in the same sentence), jumped up. “Okay, let’s get you a new email.”

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Please read me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Body: Krav, it’s Taako. Taako Tacco, I’d give you my date of birth and my social security number, but I hear you’re really into internet safety.

But seriously, Krav, I’m so sorry. This wasn’t a trick, or any kind of scam (you’re obsessed with scams, stop thinking everything is a scam). I just got drunk and was talking about how great you were and your stupid beautiful face again and Magnus googled you and found your email so I emailed you and told you you had me if you wanted me. Because I wanted you. You know I wanted you. I told you that at the party!

And then we spoke and it was so good. So so good! I thought you knew who I was, I didn’t think about how weird the name was on the first email, or why you’d just call me T. I thought we were doing fun nicknames, not that you were just too lazy to write the whole thing every time. I’ll write Kravitz every time if you want? I don’t mind.

But, you need to remember that you lied too. I thought I was going out on a date with someone who cared about me, and you were just doing some weird trap or something? You said you liked surprises! You clearly don’t like surprises, Kravitz. I really liked the you I got to know, but now I’m worried that he wasn’t real. I’m worried that you’ve romance scammed me.

Can we please just talk about this? I want to sort this out, because I think we could have something really good here. But I need to know you’re you, and I need you to know I’m me.

Please reply. I want to hear from you.

Yours, Taako T. Tacco

#Barry and Lup absolutely aren't on a date #Barry loves phone calls; Taako pretends to hate them but always answers when Barry rings and will chat for hours #The Adventure Zone #taz fic #fanfic #taz balance #Taakitz #Taako #Kravitz #Lup #Barry Bluejeans #Noodyl Writes

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threadsun · 8 months

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Reading Cult's perspective to make this as properly connected as I can. Correct me in any mistakes! (Please)

I already said Jean wants to dominate and tame your God self. And when he met himself he is both disappointed to know he's some pathetic cult member but also jealous he gets to sleep around with a literal God!...But he prefers the normal you cause...Well it's easier.

Barry is getting to know his Cultist self and...may or may not be collecting blackmail...And not only that seeing you as a God is great and all. But he likes to have power over you already!

Jack's the same deal with his alternate self except he thinks he's on...Uneasy side...Then again Jack's a couple drinks away from punching someone but who's to tell? (I did say Jack's in therapy- There are reasons. plural) He already has you so why bother with another one? Two is great but you both seem a bit to...Different in a way that he'd prefer the current one he knows...They're his friend and favorite bartender! Why'd he want to replace you sunshine?

Rory likes his alternate self and doesn't mind some baking talk. He's ever been only limited to bake rich and fancy desserts and all the other food he makes are gourmet meals or appetizers so having someone to info dump on stuff he either does or doesn't know is nice. Same situation also with the God you! But he likes his adorable bartender better

Joseph likes his other self. A good guy in a what he believes so far as much as he knows is in a good life. He's admittedly intimidated to know you're a God in another universe...But he's still willing to get to know the other you! But he prefers the current one he knows...They're more natural

Shaun doesn't mind that he works as a dealer! He reassures that fact to his other self and he does a side job as a writer for books he's working on. He likes being dealer because sometimes the gamblers have some interesting tales to tell so he's still in the creative arts! Just on the subtle area. He doesn't mind the God version of you. Infact he's curious about this whole cult thing...It can be useful for a story someday.

Ian's kinda worried for his alternate self...But he's being nice! He tries to talk with him but...Not much to say...As far as he knows about his cultists self he seems more a anxious mess then he is! (Thank god for therapy). When he learns you're a God it's a interesting thing. He feels intimidated and scared and he prefers the version of you that's more. Mortal. He's still being okay with the God version it's just...It's less on how he feels about you...He's unsure how to tell his therapist about this situation.

Bo is doing great with his alternative self! Even if he's...Kinda different to him. Casino Bo is like a somewhat more professional version of himself. (He's still super excited and lovable like normal Bo but he can actually sit still on one spot and keep a serious expression even if he sees someone he's excited to see in the distance. His tail won't be easy to control of course) When he meets the God version of you it's a new thing. Again different scent and...A different you. He has mixed feelings and he can't say he likes it.

Nick is alright with his other self. Same situation. The other you is the same cutie he likes to see...But it's just...Not the same attraction he has with the one he already knows. But a God version of you is pretty cool!

Awwww these are cute!! also lmao I wanna know more about Jack and his therapy 👀 and awwwww Joseph 🥺

#sunshine #asks #casino anon

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reaperkiller · 2 years

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🌹🌱🍀🌙🌈 for jason my beloved jason AND marcus

OURGRTGHF AAAA banner time again (^:< eheoeheehe

🌹- What's this oc's biggest fear

well one of them is definitely just. ruthie in general. she had far too much power over him + damaged him beyond repair so now he's just stuck with the pieces trying to glue them back together,, every time he thinks about her he's like a terrified little kid all over again. as big and intimidating as he is, she can very easily make him want to curl up in a ball and disappear completely from the world never to be seen again. he's not as brave or as confident as everyone thinks he is and he does NOT want people to know that. losing control of himself is another Big Fear bc there were many moments where he felt like he wasnt even part of his own body when ruthie was there, he was just a bystander who was frozen and couldnt do Anything which is <3 not very nice

🌱- Does this oc have any pets? Do they have any pets they want?

ALL HE NEEDS IS A BIG DOG WHO HE CAN RUN AROUND WITH AND HUG AND CRY INTO SOMETIMES. THATS ALL HE NEEDS

🍀- Around when does this oc get up in the morning?

he doesnt need to sleep so he doesnt really get up he's just On His Bullshit 24/7. but on the rare occasion he DOES sleep, it takes him a million years to Wake Up and Get Out Of Bed. and by that point it's probably 1pm and he doesnt know who he is or where he is. good luck trying to make him wake up early it wont happen <3

🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?

i think killing people is a bit of an unusual hobby. maybe. not for him though thats just Life baybeyy. he collects bottle caps but thats one of the more Normal things he does actually

🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?

GOING TO MAKE ME ABSOLUTELY INSANE WITH THIS ONE. the damage has already been done and it's taking Forever to try and undo it all, if it's even possible. so. he has 0 self esteem whatsoever. there is not a single thing he likes about himself. your bf cheating on you and then Killing You definitely doesnt do a whole lot of good for your self-worth. he's still trucking on regardless bc, if he doesnt wipe all these shitty people off the face of the earth, who will?? yknow. at least he's using the skills he has For Good instead of his own personal gain. he's got 0 sense of self preservation either so he just does whatever whenever. he acts confident and definitely Looks the part considering what he wears 99% of the time, but thats nothing more than a front he's putting on as part of the job - it lures in victims easier. like who's going to be drawn to a guy who is on the floor crying about how much he hates himself?? No One! anyway where was i going with this. Ah., yes he doesnt like himself. thank you

🌹- What's this oc's biggest fear

he doesn't want people to think less of him because he's kind of shy and very much Struggles to hold conversationd with people sometimes. yes he has a lot of self-confidence but he also worries Far Too Much about first impressions and other people's opinions about him. we love a walking contradiction <3 idk if this is even much of a fear but this is the only thing i can think of qjhfeghg. also public speaking. he can talk to a camera but put him in front of hundreds of people?? he will disolve right then and there thats TOO many people all at once

🌱- Does this oc have any pets? Do they have any pets they want?

not necessarily his pets bc they're lou and morgan's but he lives with them. so theyre basically his too. butterbean and barry are the cats. and they also have a lizard called walter. i KNOW their names have changed a lot over time but this is it now ive decided. im stamping it im sending it off theres no going back now. also he would like a small dog of some sort one day perhaps

🍀- Around when does this oc get up in the morning?

he wakes up around 8-8:30 he is a very Up and Go person he hates being in bed for longer than he has to be. earlier is good but any later and he feels like his whole day has been thrown off

🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?

not so much now but he and morgan used to collect worms. like actual worms. they had a little worm farm. now they both collect worms on strings instead

🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?

he likes his hair + his silly little moustache bc he pulls it off very well and he's SO SO SO happy about it. he likes that he's good at art and very kind. he does NOT like his laugh though bc he snorts but it's a fun laugh and everyone tells him that all the time but he is Still not convinced. also with what i said earlier he doesnt like that he's worried about what other people think of him because he knows it doesn't matter even a little bit but he can't shake it

#oc tag #OC ALEX #oc marcus #rotating them both in my mind rn. thank you

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velvet-paradox · 2 years

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Preview for Tryst

Guess who has no self control?? this bitch! not even sorry tho. This is for Rafe Cameron btw; if you’d like to be invited to this THIRST PARTY leave a like!

....

"Alright so you wanted to talk so-" Rafe grabbed you by the elbow and pushed you hard against the side of the boulder, his fingers flexed against your arm and went to your throat. Your eyes wide as your hands flew to his wrist. "You wanna' buy me dinner first, tough guy?"

"Be quiet." Rafe shook you a little, covering your mouth.

Your lips moved against his palm and he moved it back down to your collar. "Weirdo. There's no one around!" you pushed his hand away with a sigh. "What do you want Rafe? if this is about Barry I don't-"

"It's not about him," Rafe growled, a tingling feeling pooled at the bottom of his stomach. "This is about you."

"Me?"

"Yeah you. That offer of yours," Rafe licked his lips feeling the effects of his drug of choice tingling up his spine. You looked so cute, that dress that showed just enough of your skin, knee length with thin spaghetti straps that made Rafe want to pluck one in half. You smiled a little and looked up at his mouth. "That uh that still stands, yeah?"

"My off.... oh. My offer. You really wanna' fool around with a Pogue? ready to risk it all huh?" you mocked and leaned into the jagged rock along the beach, the party behind you raging on with whoops and hollers of a good time. The water next to you lapped quietly in the night. "Who knew you had it in you."

"Shut up." Rafe chuckled for the first time in what felt like forever. Lately he was almost always upset or disappointed or too high to think anything of it. He was always rotten at the core if he was honest, his apple hadn't fallen too short of Ward's tree.

He wanted to feel something real. Something different.

"So what you're saying Mr. Cameron is that I'm good enough for you to wanna' fuck me but not talk to me at a bonfire. Real nice."

"We're not fucking here!" Rafe bit his lips at his outburst while he looked around in case someone had followed, he stepped closer to you. "If we're gonna' do this I at least want to do it right, yeah? we can't tell anyone alright, no one can know."

"Our little secret?" you quirked your mouth into a coquettish grin.

Rafe swallowed hard then nodded, the tips of his hair just shook with the movement.

"So if we're not fucking, what are we doing out here then?"

Rafe covered his mouth, rubbing his bottom lip along the ring on his finger. "I want you to blow me."

"Oh really? and what do I get? a free day at the Country Club? no thanks" "No I'll repay you. Whatever you want."

"God damn right you're gonna' repay me. If I blow you you owe me, big time."

Rafe put his hands up, anticipation flowing freely through his veins as he watched you pointed at him. "Of course, yeah. I got you. All day."

@synnersaint @cherienymphe @cockslut-padalecki

#this got away from me real quick #i've been working on this for a month so...#it also got real nasty too so there's that #it's not much but its honest fun work #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron can get it #i like em damaged what do you want from me??#outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #rafe obx #rafe cameron obx

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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hmmm.. you should do the ship getting raided while mando is out getting a bounty, and scared com link talk 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤲

I love this idea so much. Thank you for the idea, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Din leaves reader to get some extra rest while he heads to the market place for some supplies. Reader is left alone while a few smugglers raid the ship.

Warning/Content: Suggestive (18+), soft Din, kidnapping

Paring: Din Djarin/Female Reader

Part 2

“Din?” The soft question catches his ears as he leans over the edge of the bed, trying to be quiet as he peers over to meet the sleeping beauty. One side of her cheeks is taunted pink, beautiful. It’s all he can think, how lucky he is to have this beautiful woman in his bed, the blanket pulled to her chin but as result from last night, there’s no doubt she’s naked underneath them.

There’s something about the haze of sleep, looking innocent, sweet under his gaze. Watching his girl shift slightly with a wince that comes from between sore legs, blanket exposing the smooth skin of her neck, revealing dips of collarbones that suddenly felt the urge to run his tongue along them, reach lower and lower until he’s barried in the heat between her legs, sweet claims of his name falling from swollen lips much like the night before.

He ignores the sudden throbbing in his groin, leaning over the lay a soft kiss to her temple, brown eyes meeting seeking her own. His hair messy, sprawling across his forehead with small ringlets of dark strands as she reaches out to touch the base of his cheek, closing his eyes shut as fingers run across the patches of hair there with a smile.

“Go back to sleep.”

“I’m not tired anymore.” The hand that presses against his chest makes him flush, pulling him closer to lay a soft kiss against his lips. He doesn’t get the chance to pull away he feels a smooth, wet tongue run across his lip seeking the familiarity of his mouth.

It takes every ounce of self control the pull away slowly, his tone is sugary, low with desire that swirls his stomach. “Was last night not enough?”

After spending weeks apart the result of rather troublesome bounty, he came back and made up for every day he was gone, taking her on every surface he could manage on the ship.

“I’ll never have enough of you, riduur.” He tenses and takes in a deep breath, watching as fingers find his hand, pulling it towards her mouth, where she places his thumb and sucks greedily.

Despite the throbbing of his erection that so uncomforted pressed heavy against his thigh he lets out a sigh. His body flushed for her, wanting nothing more then to give into it but he noticed the way she flinches, there’s no surprise she’s in pain. The roughness of his fingers still ghost when she moves to get comfortable, it’s shown on the way her face pinches. It’s a delicious pain.

Din frowns lightly, shifting to press a soft kiss against her forehead. “Get some more rest, pretty girl. Me and Grogu are going to get some supplies before we take off, I’ll be back three hours max.”

“Mmmmm.” She can’t help fluttering eyelashes, the promise of more sleep is too strong as Din stands, reaching out to cover the the tempting skin with one last kiss to her forehead before entering the refresher to fix the problem that throbbed between his legs.

***

Through blurry vision she yawns, blinking eyes until her vision starts so clear only to meet the high ceiling of the ship, the loud humming vibrating underneath inside the small room. It wasn’t much later after Din left, the fresh, clean smell of his soap still lingers throughout the ship. It’s soothing, the familiarity of his scent brings comfort, makes her feel safe.

But that’s before she hears muted voices, deep voices that echo outside of the room. There’s banging, things falling onto the ground with a loud bang as they tore through the ship. Her chest pauses to listen closer, foot steps growing closer and closer as she crawls across the bed to reach for her glove, pulling to her face before whispering. “Din, Din, please answer.”

It’s almost instant, his tone dangerously low at the desperation in her voice as she presses the ear piece into her ear. “What? What is it baby?”

“There’s someone in the ship.” The words make him freeze in his spot, momentarily freezing as his heart starts to pound against his chest. The bags drop from his hands onto the floor with little care.

“Hide, find somewhere and hide. I’m coming.” There’s no answer as the jetpack lifts him off the ground of the forest. His next words were desperate as a surge of energy pushes him further, hands trembling as he presses the side of his helmet with hopes of hearing her better. “Answer me.”

“I’m here.” She whispers, “In the closet they’re coming, they’re trying to break down the door but I blocked it.” Squeezing her eyes shut with every heavy thump against the door, the room shaking with every movement.

“I’m almost there, I’m coming.” He promises, breathing heavy with the weight that crushes his chest, latching the bag where the child sleeps in leaving him with little distractions except for getting to his wife.

There’s a loud noise on the other side of the com, he hears the way her breath hitches. He tries to concentrate but the sound of things hitting the floor or wall for all he knows makes his heart stop, “Din he’s coming toward the door, he’s going to find me.”

“I’m almost there riduur.”

Dread numbs his whole being as he ears her scream. “No, No.” He cries, “Baby, Can you hear me? Answer me. Please.”

There’s nothing but a loud rip and the curses that fall from her lips with the obvious rustling of fighting as a moan of pain fills the ear piece before it all goes silent until a loud ring squeals in his ear, a loud painful groan as his head starts to pound as he yanks it out.

By the time he reaches the ship, he’s on edge, heart stuttering as the blaster shakes in front of him as he expends into the hull but it met with nothing but scattered, useless belongings pulled from the deepest confines of the ship. The bedroom door is broken, pulled from the hinges as his stomach dropped.

Walking through the door the first thing he noticed is the comlink is in pieces next to the closet with no doubt crushed under a heavy boot, but what really made his eyes water is the torn shirt on the floor, small splatters of blood but his wife is no where to be found.

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deepestfancloud · 3 years

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The Dare - 13

Author’s note: This is a series.

Warnings: This series contains intense fantasy scenes of hard kinks/ edgeplay, graphic sex, and harsh language. Beware: this is dark, weird, kinky read. The activities depicted therein are dangerous and are not meant to be an example of realistic BDSM.

Kinks/Fetishes within the series: Erotic humiliation, fearplay, painplay, knifeplay, consensual non- concent (CNC), orgasm denial, boot worship, spanking, crying, blowjobs, clowns, group sexual activities, spit, bondage, public play, bloodplay.

* My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Thank you! Xoxo

PART 13 – The clowns

I quickly turned away from staring at them. They weren’t the typical bright circus clowns, but they still made my stomach turn.

"Let's go inside," I said quickly. But Rafe had spotted the approaching clowns and recognition lit up his face.

“I know those guys,” he said. “Hey Topper! Kelce!”

“Don’t fucking call them!” I gripped his arm in absolute horror. One nervous glance back told me the clowns had heard their names called, and were heading directly for us. “Nope, no, no-”

Rafe gripped my arm, preventing me from sprinting for the house in terror. “Are you…” He laughed, as if in disbelief. “Are you actually scared of clowns?”

“Yes!” I whispered. “They’re fucking creepy and gross and - oh my god -”

They were right there, enfolding Rafe in a giant hug, patting him on the back, meaningless conversation droning from their mouths. The only thing I could focus on was those horrible painted faces. Their exaggerated smiles only got worse as they bared their teeth and smiled.

Ugh. Gross. It took every bit of self-control I had to not run for the house. I grit my teeth and wrung my hands behind my back, keeping an awkward distance. Rafe would scold me if I left, but I wanted as much space between me and the clowns as possible.

Unfortunately for me, my staring was noticed. One of the clowns spotted me shifting coldly from foot to foot, and decided to be polite.

“Hey, hi, I’m Topper,” he extended a slim hand. Long fingers, pale skin. I absolutely cringed as I shook it. “You okay? You look a little, uh-”

“She’s afraid of clowns,” Rafe said, sounding so amused I wanted to slap him. “She’s my slave for the night.”

“Don’t just fucking say that,” I snapped, but it was too late. The secret was out.

"Well done, my man," one of them clapped Rafe on the back, as Topper gave me a long, appraising look.

“Aren’t you [Y/N]?” he said. “You were a cheerleader?”

“Yeah,” I answered begrudgingly. I was trying to figure out a way to hide myself behind Rafe - anything to put some kind of barrier between myself and them. It felt silly, but I couldn’t help it. Clowns were creepy, and gross, and uncanny - something felt wrong about them.

“Let me introduce you properly,” Rafe said, hooking his arm around my waist and dragging me up alongside him. I pressed against him, hard. “This is Topper, Kelce, and Barry.”

“Cool, hi, yeah, nice to meet you,” I muttered, forcing a very tight, very uncomfortable smile onto my face. Now that I was forced to look at them straight-on, I could tell that beneath all the makeup, they were really normal looking guys - if not pretty attractive. Rafe explained how they’d all been in metal shop together, and that Kelce had started a band, but I was growing more distracted the longer I looked at them up close. There was a peak of colorful tattoos at the top of Barry’s jumpsuit, Topper was wearing multiple rings that looked hand-made.

Somewhere in the mingling of my fear and torturous horniness, a very weird reaction was occurring. They looked terrifying, but their bodies were muscular and their smiles were almost charming. For how creepy they looked, they actually seemed...nice. One of them was wearing cologne, something bright and citrus-y that contrasted with Rafe’s dark, musky scent. It gave me a little rush, the thought of them touching me - but god, that awful clown makeup...

“She’s shaking!” Barry laughed. “It’s just paint, girl! We’re not gonna eat you.”

“Or maybe we will,” Topper snapped his teeth, and I gripped Rafe’s hand, gulping down my scream.

"I'm just cold," I muttered angrily, as the heat rushed to my face. I felt like a cornered rabbit, waiting to see which wolf would have a go at me first. I was also a very horny rabbit: instead of feeling sick with fear, this was giving me an endorphin-high.

I had never liked clowns, never. But facing them meant I was pleasing Rafe, it meant I was being a good girl, and it meant I was one step closer to him finally taking me inside and fucking my brains out.

“Don’t worry about scaring her, boys,” Rafe said, giving me a little squeeze. His grip was reassuringly tight. “It’s good training for her.”

“Is she from the club?” Topper said. I had no idea what “club” he was referring to, but Rafe apparently did. He shook his head.

“No, she’s a newbie. Remember JJ, from high school? She was his girlfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah, I thought so,” Topper was nodding. “Who knew Miss Popular would be into that kinky shit.”

“She’s learning,” Rafe smiled in the face of my glare. I still wanted to hit him: for denying me, for spanking me, for making me wait, for making me stand there and face my fear. I managed to hold my fists in check, but not my tongue.

“Rafe ...can’t we...can’t we just…”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to whisper around friends?” Rafe chastised, with a tone in his voice that let me know just how much he enjoyed getting to scold me in front of them. “Can’t we just what? Go inside so you can finally get fucked?”

I must have turned red from head to toe. My eyes darted back and forth between the clowns as they laughed. But they didn't seem at all confused, or even surprised by the situation. Maybe they were used to this. Maybe this was Rafe's thing. The sudden thought that perhaps there were other girls taking Rafe’s commands and kissing his boots invaded my mind, and jealousy gripped me with shocking intensity.

“Let’s just go back inside,” I whined. “Please Rafe...you’ve made me wait long enough...” My hand snaked down his chest and over his jeans. I felt his hardness and squeezed, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

He didn't even flinch.

“You know better, angel,” he warned. “This is on my time, not yours. And you're neglecting to properly address me.”

I couldn't say it in front of his friends, I couldn't. I looked back and forth between them nervously, and my embarrassment was only made worse when I noticed the eager expressions on the clowns' faces. They were enjoying seeing me squirm.

"I can't say it here," I winced. "I wanna go inside. Come on." My voice sounded petulant and utterly bratty, even to my own ears.

"More worried about what they think of you than pleasing me, [Y/N]?" Rafe said, and tsked. "That's not how good girls behave."

I could sense an impending punishment and whimpered, furious as I snatched my hands away from him and folded them against my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get off. Now.

“Gotta use the restroom,” I muttered, before Rafe could continue his scolding. “I'll be right back.”

I expected him to try to stop me. Instead he just said slowly, “Don’t take too long." As I hurried away, I could just barely hear him say, "She's a bratty one, boys. Only one good way to tame her.”

If I was going to come back to another spanking, then I was at least going to get off first.

The restroom was occupied, of course, and I waited outside the door impatiently until a drunk girl finally stumbled out. A line had formed behind me, so I knew I had to be quick. There, alone in the quiet room, I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror. My hair still looked good, and my makeup was luckily intact, though it was only a matter of time before that changed.

#drew starkey #drew #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #outerbanks rafe #rafe x y/n #rafe fic #rafe x you #rafe smut #rafe imagine

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august-anon · 3 years

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You know i gotta hop in on that Taakitz action!! Perhaps something with cold hands? Either them tickling Taako or Taako issuing retaliation tickles because Kravitz keeps sticking them on his warm body.

Admittedly at first I was like "when would this even be set because I thought his hands warmed up from the power of love" and THEN i remembered that there's at least a few months between the end of the last arc and that line at Carey and Killian's wedding, so there's a good time for this fic to take place lol. So they're dating, but there's no L-word just yet lol.

Also, thank you for the prompt, I loved it!

Fandom: The Adventure Zone: Balance

Ship(s): Taakitz

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Taako/Ler!Kravitz (brief Ler!Taako/Lee!Kravitz)

Word Count: 1736 words

Summary: Taako would love nothing more than to cuddle close with his boyfriend. Unfortunately, the heat of the kitchen and the chill of Kravitz's hands don't quite mix. Kravitz doesn't intend to give up so easily.

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Taako smiled as he heard the front door open and close, but he didn’t move from his spot in the kitchen. He continued flitting between his pots and pans, preparing dinner, listening as Kravitz completed his routine and made his way through the house. By the time Kravitz made it into the kitchen, Taako had everything on a low simmer.

“Good evening, my dear,” Kravitz said. “Everything smells lovely.”

Taako hid a smile. “It better.”

Taako didn’t move away from the stove, even as he heard Kravitz prowl up behind him. He relaxed back into Kravitz’s chest as Kravitz’s hands came up to rest on his hips, humming as Kravitz pressed his lips to Taako’s shoulder.

“How long until dinner is finished?” Kravitz asked, his breath across Taako’s neck sending shivers down his body.

Taako hummed. “A little while. Why?”

He tilted his head to give Kravitz more access as his lips started trailing up Taako’s neck. He finally let the smile show, figuring that Kravitz wouldn’t be able to see it from his vantage point in Taako’s neck.

And then Taako shrieked and jumped away as Kravitz’s hands slipped up under his shirt to brush across his bare skin.

“Taako?” Kravitz asked, his hands still hovering in the air where Taako’s body had just been. “Babe?”

The warmth of the kitchen had soaked into Taako as he had cooked, leaving his skin overheated and sensitive to even a normal temperature. Kravitz’s cold hands felt worse than ice, sending a startling shock through his entire body.

“Cold!” Taako shrieked belatedly, rubbing at his sides.

Kravitz’s shoulders relaxed as he shook his head and chuckled. He started rubbing his hands together, as if the friction would be enough for Taako to let those hands come near him again.

“Don’t you come near me with those,” Taako said.

Kravitz raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “Taako,” he called teasingly, raising his hands as he crept toward Taako. “Come here, dear.”

Taako pointed at Kravitz, backing further away. “Kravitz…”

Kravitz lunged. Taako yelped, a frantic, high-pitched sound he would never admit to making under pain of death, and darted out of his path. Kravitz followed him, chasing him around the kitchen island and towards the dining table. Whereas Taako had respect for the furniture Magnus had crafted for his and Kravitz’s home, Kravitz seemed to have no such concerns. While Taako ran around the edge of the table, trying to get to the far side, Kravitz pulled himself atop it.

Taako made a desperate bid for the archway leading toward the rest of the house, but Kravitz jumped off the top of the table, tackling Taako to the floor. Taako winced, prepared for pain, but Kravitz had carefully maneuvered them so that he took the brunt of the fall, Taako landing on top of him, back to chest. Taako gasped once he found his bearings, trying to escape Kravitz’s arms, but his grip was sure. He was well and truly stuck.

“Don’t you dare,” Taako said, hoping the grin stretching across his face didn’t come across in his voice. He had to appear stern, after all.

“Don’t what, darling?” Kravitz asked, his fingers teasing at the hem of Taako’s tunic. “I’m just trying to show my lovely boyfriend how much I care about him.”

Taako didn’t get a chance to retort, shrieking as Kravitz’s chilly hands slipped under his shirt once more. Taako squirmed under the freezing touch, grabbing at Kravitz’s wrists and trying to push him away. Kravitz laughed and fought to keep his hands on Taako’s skin.

“Taako-- come on, quit-- just let me--!”

Kravitz grabbed at Taako’s side in an attempt to keep his grip, squeezing at the flesh. Suddenly, Taako was squealing for a whole new reason. He kicked his legs frantically, trying to propel himself out of Kravitz’s grip.

Kravitz laughed again. “It can’t be that cold, Taako, dear.”

Taako didn’t say anything. He was perfectly content to let Kravitz believe that was the issue. If Taako had managed to hide his little weakness from Kravitz for this long, he could manage to hide it a little longer.

Except then, in all their squirming and tussling, Kravitz’s hands kept shifting and moving, squeezing and pinching at places with an unfair amount of sensitivity. It only made him squirm worse, which only led to Kravitz accidentally tickling him more. It was a vicious circle that Taako didn’t know how to escape.

Taako thought he would be able to hold out until Kravitz got bored. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten far worse from Magnus or Lup, or even Barry at times. Only then, Kravitz hands landed on his ribs, his nails scrabbling and scratching for purchase against Taako’s skin as he continued to squirm. Taako couldn’t help it, he burst out into squeaking laughter.

“No!” Taako cried out, though it was far too late.

Kravitz’s hands only faltered for a moment, before he let out a low chuckle directly against Taako’s ear, making his ear flick as he let out another squeal. His hands started scribbling against Taako’s ribcage a lot more deliberately, searching out tickle spots.

“I don’t think this about the cold anymore at all,” Kravitz murmured into his ear. “I think someone has been hiding something from me.”

“Kravitz, please!”

“Please what?” Kravitz hummed. “Please… warm up my hands using your warm, ticklish torso? It’d be my pleasure, my dear.”

Kravitz’s scratching nails managed to find Taako’s sweet spot, just above the middle of his ribs, slightly towards the back. Taako nearly screamed, despite the touch being so light and teasing, the buildup and taunting making everything so much more unbearable. He thrashed enough that he was able to escape Kravitz’s grasp at long last, throwing his dignity to the side as he tried to crawl away across the tile.

“Oh, Taako,” Kravitz called, starting to crawl after him. “I don’t think my hands are quite warm enough yet.”

“Don’t touch me,” Taako shouted back, still giggling at the phantom tingles dancing down around his torso.

Taako shrieked when he felt a cool hand wrap around his ankle, slowly tugging him back. The worst part was, Kravitz’s hands did feel warmer. It wasn’t fair. He kicked against Kravitz’s grip, managing to throw him off, and scrambled to his feet. He raced out of the kitchen, and he could hear Kravitz’s footsteps thundering after him.

“Taako,” Kravitz called after him, his voice cajoling and teasing. “Come back! I promise I won’t do it again.”

Taako didn’t need a Zone of Truth to know how big of a lie that was. He could practically feel those wiggling fingers looming over him already, more than prepared to seek out all of Taako’s sensitive spots until he was begging for mercy. Embarrassingly enough, it wasn’t an outcome Taako would necessarily mind, but he had a reputation to uphold, an appearance to upkeep, and despite his care for Kravitz, it still was not something he could give up so easily.

But he wouldn’t have to give up that control if he got Kravitz pleading, first.

Without a thought, Taako switched directions, barrelling toward Kravitz instead of running away. Kravitz yelped, an adorably startled sound that Taako was not blessed with often, and stumbled over himself trying to stop and avoid collision. A new grin rose to Taako’s lips, feral and hungry, and he tackled Kravitz back to the ground.

“Maybe this will teach you to go around sticking your cold, clammy hands on everyone,” Taako said.

He slipped his hands under Kravitz’s own shirt, dragging his nails down Kravitz’s chilly sides. Giggles bubbled out of Kravitz’s mouth even as he raised a hand to cover it, using the other to swat at Taako in a feeble attempt at self-defense. Taako laughed, high and unaffected, and gently pinched around Kravitz’s stomach.

“Perhaps I can be persuaded to be merciful,” Taako said. “If you told me where you’re most ticklish.” He lightened his tickling to let Kravitz respond with more ease.

“I’m not an idiot, Taako,” Kravitz said around his giggles. “I know better than to tell you that.”

Taako harrumphed. “Suit yourself.”

He dug his fingers back into Kravitz’s flesh, climbing up his sides and ribs. Kravitz cried out and tumbled back into laughter. His arms clamped down to his sides in an attempt to halt Taako’s ascent, leaving his laughing face in full view. Taako resisted the urge to swoon.

His eyes crinkled with his laughter, joy clear in every wrinkle. His smile was the most beautiful thing Taako had ever seen, Taako could barely bring himself to look at it since it was so bright. Taako didn’t even have words to describe how musical and magical Kravitz’s laughter was.

A certain L-word came to mind, looking at Kravitz like this. Taako refused to acknowledge it, for the time being.

Unfortunately, this all left Taako very distracted. While his tickling fingers hadn’t stopped, they had slowed considerably. It gave Kravitz ample time to gather his wits about him and slide his hands under the hem of Taako’s skirt. Taako screeched, both at the once-again-freezing hands and the ticklish massage his thighs were suddenly being assaulted with. He almost toppled right off Kravitz’s lap with his cackles, doubling over and ceasing his own tickling to try and push Kravitz off, as unsuccessful as it was.

“Distracted, my dear?” Kravitz asked, focusing his tickling on Taako’s inner thighs and making him gasp for air. “Clearly you don’t understand the position you’re in.”

While he continued tickling at Taako’s thighs with one hand, the other crawled up Taako’s body. Taako cursed how smart he was, how good his memory was, as his fingers quickly found that death spot on his ribs once more. Taako toppled forward, face-planting into Kravitz’s chest as he lost himself to his frantic laughter.

“Unfortunately,” Kravitz said directly into Taako’s ear, making it flick and flinch away from his ticklish breath, “my hands are still very cold. I think it may take a while to warm them up.”

Taako wailed with mirth.

“Good thing dinner won’t be ready for a while yet, hm?”

Taako knew he was in for a long evening. The only thing that would get Kravitz to stop would be his timers going off, and they still had plenty of time left before that happened. Kravitz was going to ruin him.

Taako couldn’t wait.

#tickle fic #My writing #taz tickling #taz:b tickling #lee!taako #ler!kravitz #ticklish!taako #taz #taz:b #Taako Taaco #taz kravitz #taakitz

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flashfuture · 3 years

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So you know that show wife swap or whatever I’ve never seen anything more than vague snippets in waiting rooms. But from what I gather the general premise is the mom switches households and has to like be mom in the new house for a week?? Whatever that’s what I’m rolling with.

So this but DC. We parent swap all over the place. And it could be any combination. Also remember most of these families don’t all live together but you’ve gotta act like the head of the team and stuff. So like I’m positing some possible combos but please mix it up.

So like Clark swaps with Arthur. Clark can do the king thing he’s sure of it. But uh Clark hates it, like he hates being king more than Arthur hates being king. And Clark knows Garth is making fun of him but he trusts that the political advice is solid. Also Mera is scary as hell and Clark is kind of wondering why she’s not the one on the League while Arthur stays home. Kaldur and Andy find this all very amusing and Andy has the worst diplomatic advice for her big brother to tell Clark. Garth loves them all and relays them accordingly. Clark enjoys patrol with Kaldur and sometimes Garth. Clark doesn’t like the seahorses and they don’t like him- it’s fine.

Arthur has no fucking clue what he’s supposed to do with these kids. Jon is adorable but Arthur has been there. He remembers Garth at this age and kids are not to be trusted. And Kon well Arthur definitely remembers Garth at sixteen and knows Kon is even less trustworthy. Ma and Pa Kent are amazing and adopt him as a son immediately. Arthur isn’t jealous of Clark he’s just not. And Lois is very determined to get the scoop on Atlantis. Arthur has no idea what she’s gonna do with any information he gives her so he’s careful. Or we’ll careful as he can be- Garth is the diplomat after all. He’ll work it out. Arthur is also incredibly impressed with Clark’s work ethic. Arthur can barely stop to breathe as Kon and him fly around the world. Jon is having a blast though.

Bruce swaps with Diana it’ll be fine. He’s got a shit ton of kids. But oh god none of them are his sisters. And Donna is at least a grownup. Bruce feels like he understands why Diana takes an observer approach as he watches Cassie challenge the entirety of the Greek Pantheon to fight her while Hercules and Ares glare at the others from behind her. Steve is busy with work but calls to give discouraging speeches. Bruce knows he can’t control Cassie thank you Steve but if she could stop fighting gods at school that would be great.

Diana has no idea how Bruce functions. She remembers Dick as a boy and he was great. Amazing. Definitely always up to something but she got to be Aunt Diana so that was fun. But Dick is all grown up. And all too amused as watching Diana try and wrangle Bruce’s children. Damian is at least self aware enough to know Diana wouldn’t even notice if he attacked her. She’s too busy trying to remember lunches because Bruce just so happened to forget it was Alfred’s week off. Tim immediately proclaims this should disqualify Bruce because he’d never be able to run the house without Alfred.

Ollie swaps with Barry because whatever. Barry’s got what Wally? He’s fine. Ollie was not paying attention. Barry has Wally and three grandchildren. Ollie would literally have never imagined any kid could be as troublesome as Bart. And Iris has no chill. Ollie has no idea what she expects him to do but he really can’t stop Bart when he decides to leave scuff marks on the ceiling. Iris is however much more receptive to his political rants than Barry is. Also Wally has apparently been radicalized at some point. Ollie’s gotta thank the Pied Piper. None of the kids live with Barry so Ollie apparently has to keep tabs on them. Ollie supposes Bart is like ten or something. Max Mercury and Jay Garrick seem to have it handled but Bart takes the it takes a village thing to the next level.

Barry also wasn’t keeping track of Ollie’s kids. But in his defense he was dead for a long time. Roy has a kid she’s great. Roy is all grown up now which Barry can’t deal with. Connor is also great he’s helpful. Mia was clearly put on this Earth to be Ollie’s evil sidekick. Barry raised a speedster. He has the most chaotic boy in existence for a grandson. As such Barry vows that Bart and Mia can’t ever be friends. Dinah is a god send. Barry sees why Ollie loves her so much. And fighting with her? Barry hasn’t had this much fun in a long time- Black Canary is a sight to behold.

Plus Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen could totally do this televised. That would be amazing. Billionaire Dad Swap

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fueselwe · 3 years

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So I wrote a continuation to my previous story with the space and the shooting

Back at the base

After the attack by the Teatyckahnmi the base was rebuilt and training was to continue. Tom however was still in recovery, stuck in bed, barely able to move.

Barry, worried about his friend and wanting to know what‘s wrong, asked the physician, who is the resident expert on human anatomy and also happens to be a good friend of Barry.

“How did Tom sustain such injury? I saw how strong he was, shouldn’t he be able to take it?” Barry asks curiously. The Physician explains: “His strength is actually the problem. You see, human muscles are capable of incredible strength, so much so that it’s too much for too handle even for themselves. This is also why humans are weaker normally, their muscles are holding back so they don’t tear themselves apart. Imagine, if every muscle in their back contracted at full force their spine would shatter, and that thing is already built to last. These restraints are only lifted in high stress situations where someone valuable to the person is at stake”

Barry looked over at Tom, shocked at what his friend was willing to do to himself to save him. His mind was racing but he had another question:

“B- but what about before that? Seconds after it started Tom seemed different. Despite of everything he was focused, acute, composed, in the most chaotic situation he somehow performed more consistently than ever before. How?”, Barry asked, more curious than anything else. “That’s another thing you’ll find interesting; it’s a chemical callled adrenaline. See, in high stakes situations the human body releases this chemical, it affects pretty much all bodily functions; senses become more acute, concentration as well as strength is improved and they become all around more capable. And before you ask, the reason adrenaline is so closely controlled is because it too is harmful in uncontrolled amounts to a point where it’s detrimental to the very attributes it’s supposed to improve.”

Barry sticks around a bit and chats with Tom. Word of Tom’s feat spreads around, but… somehow it only stirred more ridicule, looking down upon who they claim is “so weak he can’t even take himself.” Barry was disgusted and shared it all with Tom during Barry’s frequent visits. Tom was enraged, thanked Barry for telling him and started preparing; he had something to prove now.

After his release and even a bit before that he started catching up on training in private, as well as honing some old skills he had all but abandoned until he joined the force.

One day it was time: he walked up to the most prominent clique that was making fun of him while they doing some targeting practice. It was quite a diverse group, with the unofficial Leader being Lo'Chum; a big, sweaty and scaly hunk of a being. Lo'Chum comes from a species of hermaphrodites. Tom found that out when he politely asked for their preferred pronouns once, which was also when Lo'Chum started taking an interest in Tom. Barry was watching from a distance, afraid of what could happen.

He makes his presence known and they look at him mockingly, wondering what kind of stupid stunt he was about to try and surely fail. One of them opens with “Oh, I see, you want to try and show us that you’re better than we think?”, “Sure” Tom snaps back with no hesitation. The conversation continues:

“Fine then, show us you can aim. Get a rifle”

“I’ll just take yours”

laughter ensues, “Yeah right, but no thanks”

Then… a precise grapple a strike strike Tom the joint loosened To'Chum's grip. Then in the blink of an eye with a sweep of the leg To'Chum was falling to the ground and Tom was holding the rifle. There was no time to react as Tom had hit every single target in one stroke. Without getting up To'Chum was back with their quips: “So you have that going, anything else? Maybe something your stubby arms are actually good for?”.

They start getting up when Tom turns around in a snap with his arm swinging. Everyone froze, no movements were made. Even Barry, who was watching from a safe distance was taken aback, trying to acess what had happened. To'Chum looks over and sees a knife stuck in the ground right next to them, so close it actually shaved off a single scale off their cheek. Tom had just thrown a knife at them, with the full intention of not hitting, but coming as close to it as possible, his stature and resulting balance having allowed this strength and precision.

They now get up, “I’m… sorry. I was wrong, will you forgive me and accept my respect?”. Tom, suddenly back to his normal, lighthearted and friendly self helps them up. “Sure! You’re great, now let’s keep this going as pals, like how it should have been”.

Tom leaves the confused and released group to chat some more with Barry.

Over time everyone overcame their newly gained fear for the human and Tom was finally a respected member, though Barry will always be special to him.

And Barry? He will never forget his best friend, who was willing to tear himself apart to save him.

I’m honestly not sure about this one, probably because my method consists of starting and just not stopping.

Ok I worked it over a little

#humans are space orcs #humanity fuck yeah #humans are awesome

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fangirlovestuff · 4 years

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Pool Day - Chris Evans x reader

(gif not mine!)

a/n- thoughts are not being formed at this moment, please consider coming back later. i planned on writing something else today but this was more urgent ;)

warning: extreme thirst, read at your own risk lol (no graphic smut though)

the first time chris invited you over you weren’t sure what to expect

but when you exited into his backyard, beers in hand and saw the pool you practically squealed

you loved swimming, and your friend having one was definitely a plus

so next time he invited you over he told you to bring a swimsuit so you two could jump in

and by that point in your friendship (i mean who are we kidding here it was right from the start) you had a bit of a crush on him

so you obviously brought your sexiest swimsuit

i mean, there was nothing to lose😏

worst case, he doesn’t like you so he wouldn’t care

so you showed up at his place, right on time, wearing a little flowy dress and your swimsuit

you immediately dragged chris towards the pool excitedly

“woah, wait a minute, i don’t have my swimsuit on yet,” he chuckled at your enthusiasm

you left him to change and went out, putting down your bag, turning your phone on so you’ll be able to hear it from the pool if someone needed you, stuff like that

just when chris came out to the yard, he caught sight of you pulling the dress above your head, revealing your gorgeous curves

he averted his gaze quickly, embarrassed at his ogling

little did he know, you were doing just as much ogling

his tattoos were on full display, and so were his amazing abs

it took all of your self control not to just go over there and lick and suck at his abs or trace the lines of his tattoos with your fingertips

but all you did was swallow a little heavily and call out to him

“chris, will you help me put sunscreen on my back? i can’t reach”

his tongue unintentionally darted out to wet his lips

“yeah, sure,” he answered, keeping his voice casual

he started massaging the lotion all over your back

when he reached the curve of your waist you took in a sharp breath

“you okay?” he asked

“yeah, you just tickled me a little,” you smiled at him over your shoulder

no you didn’t for the love of god pull me in by the waist and fuck me all the way to next week

after he finished doing your back he gave you back the sunscreen and went to jump in the pool

“where do you think you’re going?” you smiled

“into my pool?” chris quipped back

“not without sunscreen you’re not,” you put your hand on his shoulder and drew him back, starting to rub the sunscreen on his back

chris rolled his eyes

“you know this is my backyard right? i don’t really need this”

you only raised your eyebrow at him and continued

and because you couldn’t resist you came to face him, spraying some on his chest and putting your palms on his pecs

“put it on,” you thrust the sunscreen into his hands

once you were both ready chris backflipped into the pool

“showoff,” you scoffed as you put your foot in the water tentatively

“care to join me?” he smiled, relaxing into the water

you ignored him, trying to figure out what would be the smoothest way to go in after him

“what’s wrong, scared to come in?” he smirked

“like hell i am,” you rolled your eyes

you simply jumped in, hands first swimmer style and swam your way towards chris

once you were next to him you stood up, smirking up at him

up close, chris got a good look at the drops of water dripping along your neck and collarbones

he was hypnotized

“let’s have a handstand competition!” you exclaimed out of the blue

“in the water?” he asked

“it’s the only way i stand a chance,” you laughed

“no it’s not. you’ve clearly never seen me attempt a handstand on the ground,” chris chuckled

“oh come on, with those arms i doubt how difficult it could be,” you giggled and placed your hand on his bicep

“anyway,” you continued, suppressing the shiver that rose in you at the way his eyes darkened at your touch, “let’s see who does better in the water”

chris did his handstand and then you passed your judgment

“very stable, great technique,” you said in your best sports judge voice, “i’d give this a 10/10,” you smiled

you did your handstand then, and just to show off a little you spread your legs as wide as you could and then brought them back together neatly and went down in a graceful roll forward before coming out of the water with a grin

“how’d i do?” you asked, grinning even wider at chris’ dumbstruck face

“showoff,” he echoed your earlier words to you with a smile

“don’t be a sore loser,” you playfully chastised

you swam closer to him, your eyes fixating on his tattoo, trying to read the words on his collarbone

you lifted your head to ask him when did he get it, but your words caught in your throat when you saw the look he was giving you

your eyes darted to his lips and then back to his eyes, your own lips parting slightly

he ducked his head down and kissed you with fervor, your tongues battling against each other

you could taste a bit of chlorine, a faint hint of the beer he probably had before you came and a taste you could only describe as chris

and you were instantly addicted

you wrapped your legs around his unfairly slim torso as one of his hands supported your back, the other one cradling your cheek

your hand gripped his hair, tousling it

when you parted you were both panting

you looked up at chris to find his eyes blown wide with lust

you bit your lip at the sight of him, hair disheveled from your touch

“wanna get out of here?” he asked with a smirk

“sure,” you said breathily

he carried you out of the pool and into the house

and god, bringing your sexy swimsuit was so worth it🥵

(but also on a sweet note chris would’ve found you incredibly sexy no matter what you had worn that day)

anyways it’s was the last time you’d ever use that swimsuit, it, uhm,,, got ruined

this fucking insta story... i simply had too many thoughts. anyways it’s been a while since i wrote a chris headcanon, i hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! <3 (also look at that, me actually functioning after this. i thought that would never happen again) also did y’all get that johnny storm reference?😏

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