#especially when he hits that growth spurt

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

“That one time Barnaby broke somebody’s jaw for going a little too far w/ insulting Wally & almost got expelled <3”

Full story please? <3

WITH PLEASURE!

for those who are slightly confused, this is for 'my' modern human au! well. modern-ish!

okay so when they were in freshman year / 9th grade, Barnaby and Wally are soldily Bonded. they are a set, do not separate. they receive a lot of shit for this, because some kids are assholes and that's especially true for 14yr olds. and it's 2006. so Wally and Barnaby get teased/bullied a lot for their closeness. at this point they're kind of used to it. they met early in 7th grade and have been inseparable ever since. most of it slides off of them

but what is Barnaby was having an especially stressful week? one of those weeks were everything is going wrong, nothing is working out. so Barn is at the end of his rope, and then one of the main kids who likes to bother them insults Wally specifically, and badly. like it's some next level So Bad Its Almost Impressive shit. at present Barnaby is walking to his next class with Wally and Poppy. so Barnaby just kind of stops in place, mentally chooses violence, turns, walks up to the kid, and punches him as hard as he can. it knocked the bully out instantly and broke his jaw.

and keep in mind that at this point in time, Barnaby isn't the big strong guy he is later on. he hasn't had his main growth spurt yet. and he still packed enough of a punch to do Damage - which makes him even more intimidating when he Does hit his growth spurt and towers over practically everyone

the pros of this event: Frank and Julie were watching, and Frank respected Barnaby's response so much that he allowed Julie to bring him to hang out with the growing friend group at lunch / asshole kids were less inclined to insult Wally and Barnaby (or his friends) to their faces

cons: Eddie was also watching and was too scared of Barnaby for the rest of their school career to try and talk to him or his friends / Barnaby nearly got expelled but did get suspended, and that's a permanent mark on his record

so the kid goes down, everyone freaks out. Barnaby is still too angry to feel anything other than pissed off vindication. naturally higher Authorities (teachers) come to get the unconscious student to the (i almost said vet) nurse's office, and to bring Barnaby to the principle's office. they call Ms. Beagle and have her come pick him up. Wally has stuck like glue to Barnaby pretty much the whole time, except for when Barnaby was in the office to get chewed out / interrogated. when Ms. Beagle is done w/ her conversation with the principle, she takes Barnaby and Wally home.

there, Barnaby is still worked up, and as "punishment" Ms. Beagle has him do some menial tasks alongside his usual after school chores. Wally tags along, of course, and asks why the hell Barnaby did that. in a nicer Wally way of asking. this is what breaks the camels back. Barnaby just sits down and starts crying, to which Wally is like "oh no. oh fuck. what do i do." cue a solid minute of him just standing and staring in panic before awkwardly sitting next to Barnaby in solidarity.

when they go inside, Ms. Beagle already has Barnaby's favorite dinner whipped up and ready. She gives him a talk where she's essentially says "blah blah blah violence isn't the answer. however, good job for standing up to that kid. he's an asshole and deserved a good wallop." (listen im a firm believer in ms beagle having been a Wild Youth that would have thrown bricks at cops). Moods are lightened, they have a good dinner. The next day or so they need to go have a meeting with the Injured Kid's parents. that's when they find out Barnaby fully broke the kids jaw (he feels a little bad for that) and that the parents are pushing for his expulsion and also juvie. Ms. Beagle manages to whittle down the sentence to a long suspension and then detention for the rest of the year, as well as her paying the kid's hospital bill.

tl;dr Barnaby punches a kid for insulting Wally, gets a new friend out of it, nearly gets expelled, and gains a mostly unfounded Reputation that dissuades most from outright messing with him or his pals

#julie: theyre fun people! come hang out with us! #frank: i dont want any friends other than you #frank: *witnesses The Incident* hm... ill allow it #this is all Important to me #because barnaby isnt violent? hes a laid back guy. & a wordsmith - he doesnt need his fists in order to deal damage #but then for the rest of his highschool career hes The Scary Guy #especially when he hits that growth spurt #i mean! at least it means his friends are messed with less! #but it also means he tries harder to be disarming and Funny. charming! with excellent self control #he had great self control to start with but yk. anxiety over People Talking #it also means hes less inclined to be rebellious of any kind since he doesnt want to push his luck #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #in the future when eddie is part of the circle he brings up This Incident #theyre all able to laugh about it since its been like... over a decade at that point #but yeah <3 #and barnaby has not punched anyone since! #frank however.... #if there was a fight in their middle/high... he usually was at the center of it. or at least near the center #not that anyone can prove anything! he was very good at not getting caught

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Day 5- The Saw is Family

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

A short, somewhat angsty story accompanying day 2's drawing. Word count of ~2,500, Warnings for referenced miscarriage/infant mortality, premature birth/ related complications, referenced animal death, general Sawyer family brand awfulness, and canon character death.

Mange

Drayton was the only child of the Sawyer family. Well, that wasn’t quite accurate. He was the only living child. The only one who made it past a few days. Momma always wanted another, talked on and on about wanting another, wanting a girl, maybe, wanting twins. But it just wasn’t meant to be. No one knew why the babies got sick like they did, or why Drayton hadn’t. But they did. And that was that, for thirty years. 

And then, suddenly, Drayton’s whole life got all fucked up. Momma was pregnant again. That wasn’t so much of a surprise. Drayton didn’t think much of it. She talked the whole time she was pregnant about how healthy her baby was, how much it kicked and wriggled, how big and strong it must be. Pa joked it was finally the twins she wanted. Drayton had a deep, unshakable belief that this would be like the others. Grandpa wouldn’t say it, but he seemed to agree. He came home one evening with an empty shoe box. Grandpa didn’t say anything about it, but Momma sure did. She started cursing and screaming and when Grandpa didn’t react to all that she had a fight with Pa about it. Drayton stayed out of the way. Kept his head down. It would be over in a few months anyways. 

It was twins. Two little twin boys- Paul and Robert Sawyer. Drayton would never admit it to Momma, but when they were born he wished she had miscarried. Losing the little twins she always wanted would be so hard on her. Pa advised her not to name them, not until a week had passed, but the moment she held them she had other ideas. She called Drayton in, to look at his brothers. He refused to hold them. They were small. Feisty, wriggling around and kicking at each other much more energy than most of the others before them. But they were too small. Still too small. 

“Whadda you think, Drayton?” she asked. “Aren’t they just the cutest babies you ever met?”

“They kinda look like wet hairless squirrels.” Pa smacked Drayton upside the head since Momma was too tired to do it herself.

“Well, these wet hairless squirrels are your baby brothers, and you’re gonna be nice to them, you hear?” 

“Yes Ma’am.” Drayton didn’t think this would last very long. 

Drayton refused to hold them. Again, and again, and again. Momma had already gone and got herself attached. He didn’t want to. Especially not to Paul. The twins seemed alright for three days. Then Paul got sick. They had no way of knowing what was wrong, and no way of affording medicine. In Drayton’s mind, that was that. Death loomed over the family. There was a feeling of knowing between them all, an impending sense of doom even Momma seemed to sense. Though maybe that was because Pa, Grandma, and Drayton had taken a liking to Robert. Robert was the bigger and stronger of the two. And sometimes Drayton thought he might make it. Which was strange. All his life he had been an only child. And now he might have a little brother to look after. He felt something about that, something kinda like fear and a whole lot like love. It was odd. 

But odder yet, was how Grandpa was handling the whole situation. 

Grandpa was the head of the family. He took care of everybody. And because of that, and the harsh life the Sawyers had been cursed into, he was a brutal realist. He had brought home a shoe box to bury the boys in before the family even knew there were two of them. And yet, regardless, when nobody else would fool with him, Grandpa started trying to take care of Paul. Paul didn’t latch on right, wouldn’t suckle. So Grandpa wetted a towel with milk and tried dripping it into his little mouth. Paul would shake and shiver, like he was cold all the time. So Grandpa bundled the little boy tight to his chest, so he could be warm. Paul would stay up all night crying. So Grandpa stayed up just about all night bouncing him, and shushing him, and taking care of him like little Paul was his own son. Like Paul had a chance. 

Paul lived to be two weeks old. Then he got sicker. 

So Grandpa buckled down and worked even harder and longer hours until they could afford to take him to the doctor. Then, when the medicine cost too much, and there was just no more work to be done- Grandpa slaughtered the pharmacist and stole it. Nobody understood why he did all that, when it seemed to everyone like Paul was just going to die. But he did it. And Paul lived. 

The twins were three months old. Which was longer than any of the others had made it. Except for Drayton. Momma was convinced it was meant to be- that the twins were here to stay. Grandma tried to be kind. Pa didn’t try so hard. Drayton saw what they saw too, but he didn’t say anything. Momma tried to convince herself they only had reservations because the boys were small. Which they were, both boys were thin and boney. Paul was the littler one of the two. Grandma started calling him little Nubbins, and it stuck. It was endearing, in a way, and that only made Drayton more tense. He didn’t want to get too endeared to those boys. Not when it still seemed so certain they wouldn’t make it long. The twins had health problems. They weren’t sick- not really- they were just born weak and small. Momma had figured they were born earlier than they should have been, and that was all that was wrong. But it seemed more and more like a lot of things were wrong. 

When they were born, they both had splotchy red and pink faces. Drayton just figured that was how a newborn was meant to look. And no one else had gotten concerned. Until it didn’t go away. Both the boys had a clear mark, right across their faces on opposite sides. Nubbins’ was bigger. Grandma insisted it was a birthmark, and Drayton had no reason not to believe her. But Pa thought otherwise. He swore up and down it was a disease, just another thing wrong with those boys. Both of them had breathing problems. Nubbins’ was worse. Sometimes he just outright stopped breathing, though he always seemed to pick back up again. They both got cold quick too. Drayton hadn’t seen a healthy newborn, so he hadn’t realized it, but they were both born skinny, which he guessed was why they got cold so quick- but it was hard to help them sometimes. The most the family could really do was cuddle them and hope. They were lucky the boys were born in the spring. They needed as much time as they could get before winter hit. Drayton worried they wouldn’t make it past winter. 

They had made it longer than Drayton expected. But they couldn’t be described as healthy. So Drayton kept his distance. Not out of fear of catching anything- but out of fear the pain of losing them would be too much for him the way it always was for Momma. They didn’t need two people out of commission. It was a little tense, with Momma, but Drayton figured the rest of the family understood. 

Until Grandpa pulled him aside for a talk. 

"Drayton! Boy! C’mhere!” Grandpa called. Drayton only barely heard him through the open kitchen window. He had been working on a stolen car in the yard. Drayton figured that was what Grandpa was yelling about. Drayton was the most skilled with cars out of the family. 

“Yeah, Grandad?” Drayton called. It was the evening, and he was trying to help Grandma with dinner, but it was unwise to ignore Grandpa. Grandpa called again, and Drayton sighed. He cleaned his hands and put his apron on the rack, heading out to meet him. Grandpa was working on a white truck, trying to bang a dent out of it, or something like that. Drayton walked over to meet him. “Yeah?” 

“Sit with me.” He gestured towards an upside down bucket, and Drayton did as he was told.  

“What’s the matter with it?” Drayton asked. Grandpa smacked it once, and the dent popped back out right on cue. 

“Nothin’ now. Not what I wanted you for.” Oh fuck. “What’s the problem with you and your brothers?” Grandpa asked. 

“What? Ain’t no problem, sir.”

“Bullshit. You won’t so much as look at ‘em.” 

“I take care of ‘em- make sure they’re fed and changed and all that.”

“Sure you do, but you don’t treat ‘em right.”

“Treat ‘em right?”

“It’s like they ain’t family to you.” Oh. Drayton was a little taken aback. He had been distant from them, sure, but he was just being reasonable about it. The twins likely wouldn’t survive, and keeping them alive would strain the family beyond their means. Eventually one of them would get too sick. And Drayton would have to put him down in that shoe box and go to work the next day. He didn’t hate his brothers- not by any means- he was just doing what he figured was smart. 

“I’m just… I’m tryin’ not to get attached is all. Just… The boys don’t seem right to me.”

“Yeah. Them boys ain’t right. Your little brothers is… They a bit slow. But they ain’t goin’ nowhere. I’ll make sure of that.” Drayton paused. 

“ I- I don’t mean any disrespect askin’-”

“You better not,” Grandpa said with a chuckle, half kidding and half threatening. 

“But why do you care so much about them boys? You- You never been the soft type.” It just didn’t seem… right for Grandpa. He was realistic. Blunt to a fault sometimes. And he had never looked particularly kindly on the weak. Drayton didn’t dare bring it up, but he remembered distinctively and vividly when he was a boy no more than five, that Grandpa had brought him out to see a possum hit on the road. Though he was naturally a little morbidly curious about it, he hadn’t understood why Grandpa showed him the body till he flipped it over with his boot. There, on the underside, were six live baby possums. Drayton was excited, thought they might could do something, or help, till Grandpa told him flat those babies were going to die. It upset little Drayton- still a little soft on animals then, thanks to Momma- so much that he started to cry. Grandpa told him to shut it, and explained it to him simple. The babies were too weak to live on their own. Too unlucky. And so they would die. That was the way the world worked. For animals and for people. Grandpa didn’t seem to remember that lesson. But oh God, Drayton did. That was why he never let the family know when he was sick- why he never told any of them how often he felt faint or became aware of his heart pounding furiously against his ribs- why he worked so damn hard to say everything properly when his big front teeth gave him a lisp. It made no sense to him that now that the twins had been born being weak was alright. 

“Well I… It’s my job. To take care of the family. Little Nubbins he.. He needed some extra help. I think… I think those boys might always need extra help.” 

“Yeah but-”

“Family is the most important thing in the world. You know that? There is nothin’ you should ever put before family. I… I wish I had… I been hard on you. I been hard on you because my job is gonna be your job one day. You need to take care of those boys, you hear?” Grandpa said. “Don’t you ever let nothin’ happen to those boys.”

“Why… Why ain’t you tellin’ this to Pa?” Drayton asked. Grandpa seemed far away, focused on something Drayton couldn’t see, face drawn tight. 

“Your Pa is… He… I’m tellin’ you ‘cause I know you’ll listen,” Grandpa settled on. “Drayton… you promise me, right now, that you won’t let nothin’ happen to those boys. Promise.”

“I promise,” Drayton said. 

“Alright… And go play nice wit’ ‘em in front of your mother- she thinks you’re gonna eat ‘em one of these days.” 

Drayton went inside. Everything felt different. He couldn’t explain it, but there was a threshold he had crossed and he couldn’t go back. He could never go back. He found his Momma pretty quick. She was feeding the babies, trying to get them to settle down a little before the rest of the family had their dinner. Little Bobby was sleeping. Nubbins wasn’t throwing a fit, but he was awake. He looked a little more alert than he usually did. Momma jumped a little when she realized Drayton had come into the room. 

“Oh uh-”

“Can I hold ‘em?” Drayton asked. 

“Little Bobby?”

“Both of ‘em,” Drayton said. Momma smiled, and Drayton tried smiling too. She passed the babies to him carefully, one in each arm. Momma ran off to get her camera, wanting a picture of her boys all together. Little Nubbins made a noise, and Drayton looked down at him. He had big, curious, dark eyes. A similar deep brown to Drayton’s own. Nubbins was looking at him, smiling softly. Drayton locked eyes with his little brother, and let the sense of dread that built up in his chest wash over him. He promised to protect that little boy, and he would. 

Or at least he tried. 

He really, really wanted to say he tried. 

He had done his best to raise his brothers when everything fell apart. Momma died a few years later. She gave birth to another little boy, and then she just faded. That baby was sicker than the twins, and Pa just up and left. Said there was nothing left for him there. Grandma was next, dying only a few years later, and Grandpa faded fast after that- not quite dying, but not living either. Drayton did his very best to raise them. He promised he was going to take care of them. 

But, as he walked out onto the hot asphalt and looked down at his little brother, he was struck dumb with the awareness that he had failed. Nubbins looked up at him. There was no light in those curious dark eyes. He just wasn’t there anymore. Nubbins was curled on his side. Like he was hurtin’. Like he was roadkill. Drayton kneeled down with him, and put a hand on his shoulder. Like he thought he might wake him up. But he didn’t stir. He wasn’t going to. Drayton thought about the very first time he held him. And he almost laughed. At that moment, he had felt it. He knew he was going to bury those boys. And he was right. He didn’t get to live with those boys by his side. He just got enough time to get attached to them. So it would hurt when he lost them too. 

What a rotten, rotten life.

#tcmfanevent #this one is a bit darker #im a big fan of making drayton sad for some reason #also i really love the idea of nubbins being the smaller twin for like all their lives and then suddenly hitting a growth spurt #then he's like 2 inches taller than chop and its the bane of his existance #especially when paired with choptop being the older twin

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Glitch

synopsis Rafe has a bad fall on the ski slopes. A temporary amnesiac, he falls in love with you all over again.

a/n oh Euro Trip Rafe I have missed you so bad 🥹

The velcro of your left glove snags, the worn edge catching on the handle of your ski pole. You sigh. The gauntlet cuff on the right side isn’t looking much better, all scruffy and threadbare so the underlying skin’s exposed.

“Hold on,” you call out, skidding to a reluctant stop.

It’s high time you replaced them with a newer pair, especially considering you’ve been using the same gear your parents bought you post middle-school growth spurt. But you don’t come to Aspen nearly enough to justify doing so at the moment; not that money’s a particular issue, it’s more so the inconvenience an unnecessary shopping trip will bring you.

“Dude. Again?”

You abandon the broken strap to send Topper a helpless frown. He’s a little way ahead, partially obscured by the crowd, but the exasperation on his face is made evident by his tone.

He draws nearer and glances down at the shaggy velcro, shaking his head disapprovingly. “We’ve gotta buy you a new pair.”

Above him, the sky is a gauzy blue, juxtaposing the sugary white hue of fresh snow.

“Not worth it Top,” you argue. The strap hitches again, an objection. “They’ll barely get used.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he answers, turning again. “Come on. I’m going to buy you a new pair.”

He’ll buy you a new one, your heart sings. And then it stops. You know better than to read into this gesture — he isn’t being chivalrous on purpose; when is he ever? This is the fourth time you’ve had to stop to untangle or readjust, and you’re pretty sure he’s just getting sick of you holding him up. Logic prevails, but your traitorous cheeks warm anyway, demure about the offer.

“It’s fine,” you insist. The velcro barely sticks when you refasten it. Fine enough. “Let’s keep going.”

You continue to push through the horde ahead of you, making your slow way toward the chairlifts. As you near, the ant-like skiers and snowboarders on the mountain become clearer, and you pull down your goggles, blinded by the sun’s glare.

That’s when the accident happens.

All of a sudden, but crashing in dusky orange slow-motion. Some guy hits a rocky bit of the slopes, losing control of his snowboard and nosediving into the snow. It’s a gnarly looking collision, made worse by his concerning lack of helmet, and you share a worried look with Topper before making your way toward him.

“Dude, fucking move—hey, sorry, best friend coming through—”

You startle, halting abruptly. You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“—sorry, ‘scuse me gorgeous, I’m just gonna squeeze past you real quick—”

“Noah!”

In the split second that follows, you endure several emotions at once. The first: concern heightened ten-fold. Because if Noah’s referring to himself as the best friend, the some guy in question is actually Rafe Cameron.

The same Rafe Cameron that you love to hate, almost as much as your poor heart avows it.

The second: a concerning ache. Right at the centre of your chest, within your ribcage, as if the tired ligaments that hold it together are as weak as your velcro straps. The feeling swells, and you feel your heart squeeze through the cracks.

And then there’s apprehension, some excitement, a sudden bashfulness that makes your cheeks burn.

All round pathetic. You force a smile that’s more a grimace, hoping that Noah doesn’t notice your disquiet.

He pauses en-route, a surprised expression on his face. “Y/N!” He exclaims, breathless. The surprise melts into a mixture of delight and amusement. “Tell me you witnessed him bailing just then.”

You sigh. “Unfortunately.”

“Good,” he replies soberly, linking his arms in yours and tugging you forward. Your ski poles cross in protest, your centre of balance askew. “You’re coming with me.”

“What?” You ask, evidently bewildered. “Noah…”

You twist around and find Topper in the crowd, who shrugs, equally perplexed. Help me, you mouth, though you’re moving ahead too fast for the poor boy to discern it.

“…uh,” you try again, turning back to the face him, “I don’t know if this is —”

“Y/N,” he interrupts matter-of-factly, zig-zagging through the crowd with ease. “If there’s one person that can talk some sense into him, it’s you. I mean, shit, did you see how fast he was going? He’s going to board himself into a fucking coma if he keeps doing stupid shit like that.”

This brings a pause. It’s sort of endearing, really, how fiercely he cares about Rafe.

Your gaze softens a smidge. “You’re a good friend, Noah,” you say. “He’s pretty lucky to have you.”

“Us,” Noah corrects.

Your pulse jolts. “He doesn’t have me,” you reply, frowning a little.

“Everyone else may believe that Y/N, but I don’t.”

And again, a terrifying emotion bounding forth in your chest. “I —”

You’re saved the trouble of sputtering through an excuse by Rafe’s languid groan, a thready-sounding, “Shit.”

The crowd parts at Noah’s command, and the pair of you squeeze through, now face to face with Rafe.

He’s splayed out on the snow with his limbs in disarray, only one of his boots still strapped onto his board. His cheeks are a chilly rouge, dirty-blonde hair sticking out at odd angles. You resist the sudden urge to reach forward and comb your fingers through it.

“Idiot,” Noah mutters, crouching down beside him. “Absolute fucking idiot.”

He unfastens the aforementioned boot and tosses his board to the side, the nose-end looking notably abraded.

“Huh?” Rafe mumbles, a little dazed. He gropes at his purple-hued goggles blindly, pulling them off to squint up at Noah. It takes a worrying number of seconds for recognition to dawn on his features, and when it does, finally, Noah turns around and beckons you forward.

You hesitate, your gaze flitting down to Rafe’s face. “Someone should call Ward.”

“No!” Rafe yells suddenly, attempting to push himself up before collapsing backward languidly. He clutches his left side and groans, his eyebrows pinching in pain.

His discomfort makes you wince. You spring into action without meaning to, that concerning ache in your chest pulling you forth until you’re crouching down beside him like Noah.

“No Ward,” you murmur, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Noted.”

Up close, you can see a cut on his bottom lip, the rough stubble on his jaw all dewy from the melted snow. Your brow furrows. As he tears his gaze away from Noah to face you instead, you brush back his dirty-blonde fringe, searching for any more injuries. He has a graze on his upper forehead and you thumb over it gently, the furrow in your brow deepening with concern.

You glance up at Noah and nod. “Absolute fucking idiot.”

Rafe tries to do the same, but a sharp ache sears through his head when he attempts to turn it again.

“Stop moving it,” you instruct sternly, exerting more pressure on his forehead to hold it in place. “Noah isn’t going anywhere.”

“Have to,” he groans, his voice all gravelly and rough, “make sure he’s still here.”

He’s almost certain that Noah won’t be, that he’ll turn to him and find that the two of you are the only people sitting on the slopes. He imagines it like that scene at the end of Deathly Hallows, everything in blinding white and playing inside of his head.

You know, because he’s almost definitely dreaming if you’re crouching down beside him right now. With a soft hand on his shoulder, another pressed over his forehead. Two points of contact, he marvels, dazed. He squints up at you again, his reverent gaze falling over you in paces, and it feels as though a fog is descending on his surroundings. Everything blurs. He blinks abruptly.

“Dude,” Noah chastises, leaning over Rafe’s torso so that he’s within his line of sight, “where the fuck would I go?”

Rafe’s eyes widen, and he looks between you and Noah, evidently bewildered. “Bro,” he groans after a pause, his head falling back defeatedly. “I’m fucked.”

Your heart lurches worriedly, and you frown, looking over his figure for more injuries. “R’you in any pain?”

“Not physical,” he mumbles, lifting his head tentatively to squint at you. He drops it again and groans, overwhelmed by your closeness. “You’re really fucking beautiful, by the way. It’s messing with my head.”

You roll your eyes, feeling a tell-tale warm creeping up your neck. “Alright, you guys can go,” you say, turning to address the crowd. “He’s totally fine.”

Noah grins down at him, looking equally parts proud and exasperated. “There he is.”

Rafe isn’t sure what that means. All he knows is that he doesn’t feel fine, his head’s all jumbled and there’s a dreadful ache in every one of his limbs. The sound of blood pounding through his ears is unrelenting, and the chill in the air is downright abrasive. Not to mention, there’s this angel reincarnate that’s leaning over him at present, a concerned expression on her face that’s somehow making her look prettier.

Two points of contact, Rafe thinks again, agonised. Your softened features come to him in slow motion, the light reflected in your wide eyes, the shine of gloss on your frowning lips. You look extremely familiar, but he’s having difficulty recalling your name. There’s this overwhelming pull in chest that tells him you’re a big deal to him—his girlfriend, he hopes, aghast and probably deluded. That’s the concussion talking.

Besides, he isn’t even entirely sure that you’re actually real, all things considered.

“We should probably get him checked out, huh?” You ask Noah.

Noah knits his brow thoughtfully, peering down at Rafe. “You good, Cameron?”

“I feel fucking hungover,” Rafe mutters, pushing himself into a sitting position. Your hand falters as he hangs his head forward, and he reaches up, pressing it back into his skin. The rough pressure makes your breath hitch, less languid and more sure than he’s been since he bailed.

“You’re concussed,” you correct meekly, frowning down at him.

Rafe tries to shake his head, wincing as another bolt of pain shoots through it in dissent. “No,” he says, quick to fix his features. He grins dazedly. “I’m Rafe Cameron. And you’re… well, I hope you’re my girlfriend or something, because otherwise this heart attack in my chest’d be pretty concerning.”

You breathe out a scoff, mildly exasperated. A little relieved. If he’s well enough to remember to be an incessant flirt, he’s well enough for the concussion to not have caused any permanent damage.

“Alright, nevermind, no medical attention necessary,” you mutter, sending him a glare. It’s hard to hide the fact that your palms are clammy when you pull them away.

Noah loops his bicep under Rafe’s and pulls him to his feet, steadying him in place. The throbbing in his forehead intensifies, and he groans, staggering forward and doubling over.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Noah replies then, frowning. “Maybe I’ll give my mom a call, just to be safe.”

“Your mom?”

“Dr White,” Rafe supplies, forcing himself to straighten. He tries to control his breathing, ignore the way his surroundings seem to be spinning.

Everything except you. His focus acquiesces. He must look pale or something because your gaze is apprehensive, this pretty furrow in your brow that he wants to smooth his thumb over. God, he must look pathetic right now, weak and mildly concussed, the aforementioned bail notwithstanding.

So he lies, adding, “Don’t worry about it White, I’m good,” mostly for your benefit—so you don’t think he’s some fucking chump who can’t handle a bit of a tumble.

He wants to impress you, bad. He plasters on another grin, going for roguish and landing on dense. “Would be better if you let me take you out later.”

“No way you’re asking me out right now,” you reproach, sending him a glare. “You almost just died five minutes ago, and that’s the first thing on your priority list?”

“You are, yeah,” he agrees, still grinning. He tries to walk toward you, staggering a little. “Seriously though, this has gotta be fate — bailing real fucking hard and finding a beautiful stranger along the way.”

You blink. “Beautiful stranger?”

“Heavy on the beautiful,” Rafe agrees, lumbering forward clumsily.

“Stranger?” You repeat, and then you falter, glancing down at his feet. “Rafael —”

He loses balance far too quickly for you to intervene, and he falls against you heavily, causing you to topple into the snow. Biting cold on your back, delightful warmth on your chest. His instincts must be somewhat intact, because he manages to hold his weight up despite being right on top of you.

Like, right on top of you. A terrifying emotion sears through your chest. The smatter of freckles on his nose are almost faded, his cheeks a brilliant rouge, snow-burned lips parted slightly. His overgrown locks brush against your forehead, just.

“Sorry,” he breathes out, and then he pauses, his gaze flitting to your lips. In the beat that passes, he agonises over the soft planes of your face, how pretty your eyes are up close. His heart’s just about pounding through his skin. How kissable your lips look, your cheeks, your neck, how right your figure feels pressed into his. His palms feel clammy; that hasn’t happened in a long while. He thinks, oh shit. And then, I’m absolutely fucking fucked.

You swallow, watching his pupils dilate. “Cameron. I need you to focus for a second.”

“Listen,” he murmurs, ignoring you, “D’you believe in love at first sight?”

“Rafael —”

“Because I know we’ve only just met,” he continues, drawing closer still, his heady gaze deepening, “and that — shit, I don’t even know your name, but I’m pretty sure that if I don’t kiss you right now I’m going to go fucking insane. That’s crazy, huh? I think you make me crazy. Have I mentioned that you’re really fucking beautiful yet? It’s messing with my head. Wait — I think I might’ve said that already —”

“Rafe Cameron,” you interrupt again, your eyes widening slightly. “If this is some stupid prank —”

“Prank?” He echoes, frowning slightly. He leans forward a little, brushing his nose against yours. Your pulse jolts. “You’re a prank.” He groans then, dropping his head to your shoulder. Your closeness may quell the pounding a smidge, but not completely. “You’re not real are you? I’m dreaming all of this?”

Your lock eyes with Noah over his head, sending him a worried look.

“Rafael,” you try again, pushing him off you and sitting up carefully. “This isn’t funny. I’m so beyond serious.”

Rafe, still splayed out on the snow, angles toward you with a furrow in his brow. “I’m confused.”

“Noah,” you say then, your voice louder, a little panicked. “I think you will need to call your mom after all.”

Noah frowns, crouching down beside the pair of you. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong,” Rafe answers, groaning in pain as he sits up. “Is that I’ve made a fool out of myself in front of this gorgeous stranger.”

“Ask her,” you continue, your heart feeling a little odd, “how long post-concussion memory loss takes to wear off.”

Noah eyes widen, searching Rafe’s face for any signs of mirth. “No way,” he says. “He’s gotta be fucking with us.”

“There’s an us?” Rafe echoes, raising his eyebrows at Noah. “Dude. Did you know your girlfriend’s a fucking smokeshow?”

“If this is some new pick up line you’re trying,” he replies, eyeing him warily. “It sucks ass Cameron.”

“Oooh, territorial,” Rafe answers, grinning dopily. He props himself up further, leaning closer to you and lowering his voice to a stage whisper. “You’re totally out of his league, by the way. Pretty sure you’re like, out of the Earth’s league.” He frowns. “That doesn’t make sense,” then groans, “fuck. Having a concussion is like drinking on an empty stomach.”

The pillow of his bicep presses into yours, full well engulfing it. You turn to face him, chewing on your bottom lip worriedly. If this was his idea of a prank, you want to believe that he wouldn’t let it go on this long. Especially not when you and Noah look so concerned, the latter retrieving his phone to give his mother a call.

“Hey mom,” he says, sandwiching his phone between his shoulder and ear and getting to his feet. You do so too. Rafe staggers to a standing position far more clumsily. “Yeah — no — the snow’s been sick, but I’m calling because something’s happened with Rafe. No, no, nothing too serious, he’s just a little concussed and may have some temporary amnesia. I was wondering if…”

“Maybe we can go on a double date,” Rafe tries again, grinning hopefully. There’s a bit of snow that’s melted on your bottom lip from the fall, and he aches to thumb over it, tuck his fingers under your jaw. “You, Noah, me.”

“No, no, he remembers me,” Noah continues, sending you a significant look. “But he doesn’t remember — yeah, it’s pretty selective — uh, maybe a few meters? Uh… no, what the hell’s a trigger? I’ll…”

“What d’you reckon?” Rafe prompts.

Noah turns away and you move your gaze to Rafe, half amused, half exasperated. “You, me, and Noah? Who’re you going to bring?”

“You,” he replies, like it’s obvious.

“And Noah?”

“Me.”

You breathe out an exasperated laugh, shaking your head. Rafe thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. His already muddled brain short-circuits for the billionth time.

“…half an hour?” You hear Noah affirm, the frown on his features audible. “Yeah — no — it’s been just over that — a trigger like what, though? What d’you mean you don’t know him as well as I do, he’s been coming to our house since he was like six years old…”

You don’t realise your brow’s furrowing until your feel Rafe’s rough thumb brush over it. You startle, feeling your skin warm as you look up at him.

“I’m lucky,” he murmurs, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You swallow. “Why?”

“You’re worried about me.” His hand drops to your jaw, thumb swiping over your cheek. You swallow instinctively. “And you’re way too beautiful to be worrying about someone like me.”

“You’ve lost your memory,” you answer weakly. “Anyone’d be worried.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He draws closer.

“Which part, exactly?”

“That people would worry,” he answers quietly, his voice gruff. Closer still. “That I’d forget about someone like you so easy.”

“But you have,” you prompt.

“Then remind me, sweetheart.”

“Not your sweetheart, Rafael,” you murmur, trying for a frown.

“Not my — wait.”

The thumb that’s swiping over your cheek freezes suddenly. “Wait,” he repeats, blinking several times. He scrunches his eyes shut, retrieving his hand to clutch it against his forehead. “Wait — fuck.”

You lean forward instinctively, tugging his arm away to look over his features, his concerning graze. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I knew…” he answers, shaking his head and groaning, “…but…shit, it’s so fucking obvious now —”

You furrow your brow in confusion, locking eyes with an equally bewildered Noah.

He holds his phone away from his ear, walking over and surveying Rafe’s features. “You good, brother?”

“Fine, shit,” Rafe curses again, scrubbing his hand over his face before meeting your gaze, chagrined. He grins hopefully. “That might’ve been quicker with true love’s kiss, though.”

You aren’t about to believe that he’s back without concrete evidence. “And my name is…?”

“Mrs Cameron,” he replies seriously.

You let out a scoff, more relief than indignation, catching the twinkle of mirth in his eyes. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me?”

“Maybe,” he answers, raising his eyebrows, “if you let me take you out I’ll be too busy to bail.”

You roll your eyes. “Nice try.”

“But I’m maimed, sweetheart,” he adds, brushing back his dirty-blonde locks to show off the forehead graze. He pouts for good measure. “C’mon. Not even a pity date?”

You shake your head exasperatedly, catching Noah’s eye over his shoulder. “You’ll take it from here?”

“What? You aren’t gonna hang out with us?” Noah asks, pressing the phone against his chest. “I thought you were my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Off limits, bro,” Rafe says matter-of-factly.

You’re about to protest when he draws closer and ducks his head, his warm breath on your earlobe cutting you off. “I won’t ever do that again,” he murmurs, the smile on his face audible, “I promise.”

“Good,” you answer, frowning sternly.

“Oh, and Y/N?”

You turn toward him, startling at his closeness. “Hm?”

He grins wider, brushing his nose against your fleetingly. “Missed remembering you bad, dream girl.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe x reader

[vindictivenerdcels]

He was mistreated his whole life just because of his towering lanky form

When he was a kid, his classmates called him giraffe for being so tall and always run away from the bullies that he called "hyenas" once. When his mother remarried during his final year in elementary school, his stepbrother and stepfather bossed him around the house and treated him like shit all the way until college. The jocks in highschool and uni bullied him constantly as his growth spurt halted and he's just lanky....not even towering tall, while the girls avoided him like the plague, especially after the whole pirate debacle (he dressed up as a pirate to a movie theatre near his college, that even his date that day eventually bailed 10 minutes after the movie started). All the mistreatment even continued in professional settings as he believed he's been skipped for the promotion he deserved just because of his look! He is working in the IT department of a bank for God's sake, not even working in customer services or marketing that might use those kind of shallow judgements in "appearance" and "personality". All of that, compounded by the reality where every hookup forced him to be the bottom because of his frame, caused him to be really angry to the whole world. But it turns out that he's not the only one angry to the world for the perceived injustice.....

As Aiden went to the bathroom to refresh himself mid-way his lonely overtime, a grubby brute, that worked as one of the building's cleaning services team, blocked his way and caused them to "accidentally" bumped with each other as Aiden seemingly lost in his own train of thought. But it's not just a regular bump because all in a sudden, bright flashing light emanated from the chest of the cleaning service which blinded Aiden's eyes for a while. When he opened his eyes back, Aiden found himself to stare at no other than.....himself.

"What the actual fuck?" He said to this impostor in front of him

"What the actual fuck?" mimicked the impostor with a grin, "Are you blind you fucking dirty toilet cleaners?"

The real Aiden is taken aback by the call, and then he realized that he's seeing himself from higher vantage point. That's when he noticed the arm-length sleeve of the cleaning services uniform and how hairy the rest of his arm. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together, so he dashed to the bathroom and surprised to see the reflection that stared back at him. He's almost slumped to the floor in major shock, but he managed to pull himself together a bit as he pondered on what the actual fuck is happening here, he thought to himself

Aiden looked back to search for his body in the hallway that leads to the bathroom, but he didn't see a single person. Is that impostor running away with his body? Aiden panicked, so he dashed to the working space of the IT department to found that his table has been cleared in an apparent rush, some of the stationery scattered probably because the impostor knocked it with the laptop as he hurried himself to escape the building. As he stared his table in disbelief, that's when a painful injection-like sensation hit his brain as his body slumped to the floor.

When he woke up around an hour later, the office is already dark and he just clutched his head

"What the fuck happened to me?" He groaned in pain as he tried to stand up. He simply walked to the room reserved for the cleaners and undress himself as his mind trying to recall the steps that led to him passed out cold on the floor of the IT department. He can sniff some pungent odor from his body stick in his uniform, making that fabric stink even more. No wonder some of the bank employees scrunched up their face when they saw him, so he decided to sniff the pits area of his uniform and let out a cheeky grin

"Fuck, this is some smelly shit," he said as he curled the shirt up, before noticing the stitched name in his uniform that said "Hugh Miller" almost falling off. He ripped it away and make a mental note to himself that he's going to stitch it after the laundry and tossed the shirt into his bag in hope to soften the stench a bit. As Hugh put on a casual tight-fitting shirt that emphasized his rounded shoulder and pecs, he left the office through the elevator and walked out with his friends from the security chuckled at him

"Finally, enjoying your sleep, hunk?"

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me dude? Did anyone tell how the fuck I pass out?"

The security just shrugged, even denying him the chance to check the CCTV

"Not urgent, and you are not an employee, hello?"

Pissed off with the sass, he grabbed the security by his collar and slammed him to the wall

"You could stop at "not urgent" and didn't have to offend me, bitch. Now, I'm fucking hard somehow from that sleep, do you need me to repeat what I gave you last week you prissy muscle bitch?"

And just like that, Hugh noticed the security's hardening cock so Hugh dragged him to one of the bigger stall in the back-end of the lobby, an executive guest bathroom, and started to strip despite the protest from the muscular yet still smaller security. Without lube or even a warning, Hugh simply inserted his cock to the security's mouth, who gladly suck on the meaty feast despite his attempt to looked like he didn't enjoy being manhandled by the grubby muscular janitor.

"Next time, just tell me that you want this dick, whore. My cock always ready to fill you up," he said as he pistoned his uncut musty cock in and out of the security's mouth. People might not find his way to solve his problem with sheer force and brutishness effective or proper, but not like those people know the feeling of having a muscle and presence that can intimidate a whole room.

#male body swap #younger to older #magic body swap #imposing alphas #personality change #identity theft

[alienpossession]

Body a Day 10: Table

"The fuck? Hyunsoo, is that you?" Fan said while looking at his phone and the device tracker in his phone guided him to this massive guy lounging by the beach

"How the fuck do you know it's me?"

"No fucker, the only question that should be answered is how the fuck you gained 100 pounds in a month? Where have you been? And how could you just ditch me working on the assignment on my own? You know I cannot rely on Josh and Brandon,"

Hyunsoo just chuckled for a while before eventually answered

"I asked you to go with me last month for dinner at that Korean BBQ. You said no,"

"Okay, and?? What's the correlation? You know I cannot eat too much meat,"

"That place is the one that get me this,"

"What do you mean?"

----

They head to Koreatown and when inside the taxi, Hyunsoo explained through text how the Korean BBQ place is actually using outer space material for its grilling table. Everything cooked over that specific grill not only tasted more delicious, it's highly nutritious and can boost its user metabolism and even impacted to one's body development. Fan is not necessarily trusting Hyunsoo's explanation, but it's not like he got any other alternative way to explain the anomaly.

When they stepped inside the place, it's so unassuming and empty from any other customer. The place is quite small as it can only hold like 8 person diner max. It's quite odd for a place in a bustling Koreatown to be so quiet, especially if it got some extraterrestrial table that can bless you with muscle gain beyond your wildest imagination. But once again, Fan tried to believe Hyunsoo and just sat down on the table while Hyunsoo ordered the meat.

"How on Earth you know about this place?"

"Luck, literally. The spot I aimed for was packed like crazy so I decided to wander around before hitting this spot. The quietness called me I guess,"

"So you don't even know about the grill until you eat here?"

"Until I woke up the next day and realized that my pecs blocked my view. That's when I freaked out and called the place frantically, and that's when the ahjussi explained everything,"

Fan tried to not look bewildered and just nodded along the way. The built ahjussi then delivered the orders and simply leave

"So.....just putting the meat here and let it sizzle?"

"Precisely,"

Fan put the seasoned meat and flipped it around a couple times while adding more to the grill, Hyunsoo explained in great details about the growth that hit him

"And afraid of being scrutinized or even subjected to weird tests, I simply dipped. Sorry for not texting you or anything though,"

"Hmmmm.....where's your chopstick? Aren't you hungry? You are not just going to drink, right?"

"No no, please eat. The ahjussi said I can only eat here once, actually. He's afraid I'll swell up more,"

"Wait, all that is only from the first visit?"

"Yes, I haven't told you, huh? Well, hurry up, eat and see for yourself,"

----

Hyunsoo never planned to explain to Fan that it's been the plan all along to drag him down to the spot. It's not like the real Hyunsoo existed any longer, his body has simply been overtaken by the extraterrestrial being that latched itself to the grill after 24 hours post-consumption. The ahjussi himself is actually an exiled extraterrestial former general trying to build his own little empire in a faraway planet, in this case, Earth. After making 8 operatives that will protect him at all cost, equipped with super-human built and strength, the former general believed that it's time for them to expand more aggressively through "bait". Fan is the first out of this "bait", built to become not packed with dense, powerful muscle to protect the general, but those muscle were packed in him to lure human as a promiscuous, 24/7 irresistibly horny man where he will store those human DNA that spurted in him, which will be used as a base to create brand new superhuman that is even stronger than the eight operatives which still currently have certain humane limitation due to their base body being a real human that is converted. For trial, Hyunsoo fucked the shit out of the sleeping-yet-growing Fan, who will wake up in the morning as a brand new man

#body a day #alien takeover #alien possession #male muscle growth

[shawtuzi]

i’m bored, high, and want my man eren rn so imagine with me rq girlies

cw include/// black coded reader, drug usage, oral f & m receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, big dick renny/// wc: 1.8k

OKAY SO!!! imagine being childhood best friends w eren and not to be cliché but he’s totally in love with you. he just loves you sm omg the way you’re so pretty and confident it makes his heart swell. the older he got the more this crush turned into a deep desire. he didn’t want to compromise the friendship of course so he kept these feelings to himself but it never got any easier especially since you’ve recently been more open about your sex life that is seriously lacking.

“so not only was the head wack, he was a one pump chump! fell asleep right after i didn’t even get to cum,” you sighed taking a long hit of the blunt you and eren were sharing. eren kissed his teeth shaking his head, “ion know why you fuck around with these lames y/n i keep telling you none of them are good enough for you.” if only you knew that eren could make you cum as many times as you asked and had stamina that could go on for hours on end </3 “of course you’re gonna think they aren’t good enough you’re my best friend and that’s you’re job,” you giggled passing him the blunt.

the effects of the drug were starting to kick in and you knew that because you suddenly couldn’t control any words that slipped from your mouth. “i just—i don’t understand how hard it could possibly be to eat pussy like even i could do that shit,” you dramatically sighed dropping your head on eren’s shoulder. “you just need to find someone who eats pussy for their own pleasure,” it was silent for a moment before he continued speaking, “someone like me.” you quickly lifted your head raising your eyebrows at the man in front of you, “you get down like that ren?” eren gave you a small smirk, “ fuck yeah i love eating pussy. hearing how good i make someone feel makes me feel good you know?”

you hadn’t even realized how much his words were getting to you until you felt yourself squeeze your thighs together and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by eren. “why are you looking at me like that?” you mumbled staring down at eren’s fully tatted arm. you thought he was ridiculous for getting a sleeve but now it looked….kinda….hot??? “what? i’m not allowed you look at you now?” he chuckled bringing his hand to your face to squeeze your cheeks together. you swatted his hand away feeling your cheeks get hot, “you can look at me…just not like that.” eren’s smirk widened, “like what?”

the room suddenly began to feel very very hot and you didn’t know if it was the drug in your system or eren’s hard stare—shit maybe it was both (definitely both). “like—like that! i don’t know you’re just making me feel weird,” eren was supposed to be like a brother to you but you definitely couldn’t deny how handsome he’d gotten since you graduated high school. he’d grown his hair out instead of keeping it short and had a slight growth spurt going from 5’11 to 6’3 in the blink of an eye. he’d taken up smoking weed, got tatted up, and now he’s apparently getting more play than you ever have.

“well maybe i don’t wanna stop looking at you like that? ever think of that?” you didn’t know what came over you but next thing you knew your lips were crashing into eren’s. when you pulled away eren had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. he licked his lips, the taste of your cherry gloss making his mouth water. after a long silence you began to feel anxious negative thoughts beginning to cloud your brain. “you know it’s funny after all this time i thought i would be the one to kiss you first,” he chuckled putting out the blunt. “told you the way your were looking at me was making me feel funny and why do you think you’d be the first one? you like me or something,” you let out a small, barely audible laugh now tracing your finger delicately over the tattoos on his arm.

suddenly you were pulled onto eren’s lap, your chest pressed against his. “i do like you a lot actually but we can talk about that later yeah? just kiss me again,” he most certainly didn’t have to tell you twice as soon as the words ‘kiss me again’ left his mouth your lips were on his again. “go slow we got all the time in the world baby,” he mumbled against your lips taking your bottom lip in his mouth to suck on it. after what felt like an eternity of kissing and a whole lotta groping on eren’s part he pulled away, cheeks flushed and breathless. eren brought his hand up to your face, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip, “you have really soft lips—bet they’d feel good on my dick.” he shoved his thumb into your mouth pressing down on your tongue lightly,” you know what it’s like hearing about all those guys not satisfying you when i could’ve been doing the shit myself,” he tsked bringing his free hand to your ass to give it a squeeze. you wrapped your hand around his wrist pulling his thumb from your mouth, “then…do it let’s see if you’re all talk or actually ‘bout it.”

and to no one’s surprise eren was indeed a master with his tongue. he was practically making out with your pussy at this point, his cheeks flushed bright pink and the entire lower of his face glistening from your wetness. “so fuckin’ good,” he moaned into your pussy, pushing your body as close to his face as possible until he had little to no room to breathe. you were cursing yourself out in your mind so utterly pissed off that you went all this time without knowing that eren had an interest in you and that you could’ve been getting the best head you’ve gotten in years. he wasn’t afraid to be sloppy which you happened to like a lot and he could tell by the your moans became more high pitched whenever he would wrap his plump lips around your clit and slightly shake his head.

“e-eren?” you whispered, propping yourself on your elbows to get a clearer view of him. eren lifted his eyes to your face but never stopped the quick kitten licks he was giving your clit. “i think i’m ready to take you, it can’t hurt too bad right?” you breathlessly giggled becoming more antsy by the second to get a peek of what eren was hiding in those grey sweatpants. eren stood to his full height a teasing smirk gracing his lips, “pull em off,” he chuckled referring to the sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his waist. with trembling hands you hooked your fingers around the waistband and slowly pulled them down. you couldn’t hold back the tiny gasp that left your lips once you saw eren’a dick. here it was at a whopping eight and a half inches and it was scarily thick.

“eren this should be classified as a weapon,” you couldn’t help but giggle at your own joke making eren roll his eyes. “shut the hell up, now open your mouth i need to get it wet,” he grunted tapping the tip against your cheek. you parted your lips slightly and without warning eren shoved two fingers down your throat causing you to gag. once you had enough saliva built up eren removed his fingers smearing the excess spit on his dick. “i’ll go slow…for now,” eren chuckled pushing his tip between your lips already giving you a mouthful. eren had a shit eating grin on his face seeing you already begin to gag when he wasn’t even halfway in and now you were determined to show him you could handle it. you relaxed your jaw before taking more of him in your mouth using every method you heard of to try and control your gags. eren pulled the collar of his shirt between his teeth to get a better view and by god it did not disappoint. your eyes were brimmed with tears and your lip gloss was beginning to smear but he still thought you looked gorgeous.

eren wasn’t showing it but he was giddy as hell on the inside. he’d spent countless nights in his room fucking his fist to different scenarios of you and this was the one he thought of the most. him towering above you while you struggled to take every inch of his dick in your tight little throat. but he had to cut it short because he 1. embarrassingly enough was already close to cumming and 2. baby boy just wanted to be inside you. eren pulled you away by your hair making a mental note that he will have to pain your face with his cum in the near future. “i think it’s wet enough, lay back and spread your legs,” you did as you were told and laid on your back spreading your legs as wide as you could.

eren stepped between your legs and tapped the head of his dick against your clit a few times before slowly pushing the tip in. he brought his hand to your clit rubbing quick little circles, “shit did you—did you just cum?” eren groaned at the sight of your wetness tricking down his dick. “y-yeah sorry i didn’t know how close i was,” you whimpered bringing your hands up to cover your face. eren removed your hands from your face giving you a sweet smile, “nah nah it’s okay just boosts my ego even more,” he chuckled pushing himself in until he was at the hilt.

eren told himself he’d take it easy on you but as soon as he felt how warm and wet you were around every inch of him all that went out the window. he pushed your knees to your chest and began a brutal, rough pace using one of his hands to wrap around your throat. “stick your tongue out,” he grunted squeezing your neck just a tad. you complied sticking your tongue out, the second you did eren spit on your tongue letting it trickle down your throat before sucking your tongue into his mouth. “rennn,” you moaned pathetically against his lips, feeling yourself already about to cum again. “you better hold that shit ‘wanna cum together,” he groaned, shushing your whines with another kiss.

between you squeezing eren’s dick impossibly tight and the loud squelching of your pussy it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak, thrusting roughly into you one last time before spilling himself into you. with eren’s pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit you were right behind him soaking his thighs and the sheets below you in your cum. “i’ll buy you a plan b,” eren sighed dreamily nuzzling his face in your neck. “okay….you know we’ll have to talk about this when we’re sober and more awake,” you mumbled scratching lightly at eren’s scalp. “of course, just wanna lay with you for a little bit goodnight y/n,” eren whispered pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“goodnight eren <3”

#this turned out way longer than i expected #but hey #i am not complaining #eren <3 #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #attack on titan smut #aot imagines #aot smut #eren yeager #snk eren #snk smut #my writing

[crisiscutie]

Can I request a scenario where darling knew young Sephiroth and she likes to tease him for being shorter than her. They part ways due to their work, but meet again after several years.

But this time, darling is surprised by how tall Sephiroth is, like waaaay taller than her and now he enjoys teasing her back.

The Ever Cutie and his big sister/nee-san darling prompt? On my birthday!? 💜 Let's get right into this.

You've known Sephiroth since you were both little kids, with you being four years older. You two were allowed to occasionally play with each other.

Your mother, a dedicated scientist, played a crucial role in the development of the new generation of SOLDIER. Among the subjects, Sephiroth stood out, she had been studying him a lot with other scientists.

Sephiroth's deep attachment to you had grown to such an extent that he had even once secretly followed you and your mother home after your playdate. He vanished from the building without a trace, leaving everyone wondering how he did it. Your mother got so much in trouble for it when she returned him.

It's a funny incident that the two of you and everyone around you loved reminiscing about as time goes on.

You knew from an early age that Sephiroth lacked normalcy in his life, so you do your best to introduce it to him, whenever you can.

During lunch times, you indulged him with your secret stashes of candies and other treats, while also introducing him to games like hide and seek, that evoked his hunting instincts from his training. (You had to get him out of that mindset when it was time to play)

After Sephiroth has shown so much promise, the older generation of SOLDIERS started to get phased out, them mostly being gone by your teens.

You yourself were offered a mentorship role for Sephiroth and other new SOLDIERS because of your mother. Nepotism for the win, right?

By the virtue of being older than him AND an early bloomer, you just had to poke fun at Sephy and his height when you hit your teens. In your eyes, he will always be your sweet little brother.

His habit of bumping into you due to the height difference always made him so flushed and flustered, especially when you tease him about it.

During your late teens, it was a little easier to give him some normalcy by inviting him over to your apartment for dinner and other activities, as you had more opportunities to do so. You definitely weren't responsible for his love of lasagna. Nope.

One unforgettable day, etched in your memory, was when he gave you a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with joy as he noticed the change in your eye color. It's so similar to his now. You were happy that you finally got your mako injections, and to your relief, your body adapted well to them. You had to show Sephiroth your new mako eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, this brought him solace, as he realized he now shared a resemblance to a loved one. It made him feel like he belonged. Like he can actually be your younger brother.

Later on, your time together became less as Sephiroth trained and you focused on your own growth as a SOLDIER and a mentor those younger than you.

After Sephiroth deployed to Rhadore, you saw little to none of him in the following years. You were both sad, but also understood your separation was necessary for your duties.

During a mission briefing years later, you couldn't believe your eyes when you saw your sweet little brother, who had an unusual growth spurt. You knew he changed greatly, but it was still a whiplash from the young boy he once was.

From a distance, it appeared as though he had not only grown a whole foot taller, but had also let his silver hair grow out, it now nearly reaching his ankles. His physique had become more muscular, and he had become the most famous person in the entire world.

It was impossible for you not to feel a sense of pride for him.

But there's no way he'd recognize you after everything that's happened to him in the past years.

Yet after the briefing, you heard someone unexpectedly call your name. As you turned around, your eyes met his strapped, muscular chest.

Without any warning, his eyes lit up mischievously, transforming his surprise into a playful expression.

"You're shorter than I remembered, darling."

Your face turned red and pouty.

"I'm not short! You're just too tall now!" You said, as you playfully hit his chest.

You were wearing heels and somehow Sephiroth STILL towered over you.

Without warning, you pulled him into a heartfelt hug afterward, your tears of joy trailing down his chest.

He seemed taken aback by the sudden hug as his hands hovered around your waist, but he secretly appreciated it.

You two had little time to catch up, as Sephiroth had to deploy for his next mission. But the memory of this reunion will be enough to hold him over until next time you two meet...

By the way, it may just be me, but Young EC Sephy doesn't seem that particularly short going by his battle model. Anyways, I love this AU and wouldn't mind working on it more for EC/7R verse.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth x reader #final fantasy x reader #crisis cutie #Fluffy Sephiroth #ever cutie #ff7r #ff7 ever crisis #final fantasy vii #c.c rambles

[alcorianight]

I did not realize this got so long, so rambly word vomit under the cut

I do think more attention should be paid to the absolute horror Jason must have felt after coming out of the Lazarus pit like a foot taller and built like a damn fridge.

Like he died at 15, tiny, still small due to malnutrition and then the leading theory is that the Lazarus pit cures that and beefed him up. For one, that's gotta mess with his motor control a ton, especially when you consider that normal growth spurts cause a period of clumsiness (think jarring steps, toe stubbing, knocking your elbow on doorknobs or whatever), so a total body overhaul -Lazarus Edition™ - might be enough to keep him from even walking properly, let alone fight skillfully and gracefully.

Even if you say he got his coordination back from training or comic book science meant the pits didn't fuck that up, being small was probably a major part of his identity. Consider Jason before Bruce. He was tiny, but still resourceful and strong enough to jack tires. But being tiny was useful. Being tiny meant more hiding spaces were available. It meant he was unassuming. It meant people's eyes skipped over him. It meant avoiding attention. It meant safety.

And sure, Jason probably complained about being small when he was Robin. Probably even dreamed of being big as a street kid because being big meant having power, but being big on the streets meant being noticed and he knew that. It was something to dream about when he was older but not what he needed then.

I've also seen people headcanon that Jason is claustrophobic from the coffin, and I kinda vibe with that, and being bigger also screws with that because things feel so much bigger when you're small. If you think about it, elevators and the like probably felt a lot more spacious when you were a kid. So not only has his body been drastically changed without his consent (and I haven't really touched on that here, but also consider how it has to affect Jason Todd (who champions consent and autonomy and personal safety of the little guy) to have experienced nonconsensual body modification first hand like that) but it can actively cause him more mental distress.

And I think, coming out of the pit, the memory of his death still fresh in his mind, and stuck in the League of Assassins, maybe being small would have been comforting. He could still access all the same hiding places he would immediately clock. And while the image of a big man hiding somewhere clearly too small for him might be funny, it's also heart wrenching because he's lost so many safe places in a single moment.

Of course when Jason does go back to Gotham he's learned to use his new body and the fact that it makes him intimidating as hell, but I think there's another negative there as well. Because as Robin he comforted people. No Robin is ever soft but they are all almost definitely better at comforting victims than Batman (maybe not Damian, but he's a baby which is simultaneously more and less comforting) and a big part of that is because they're kids. Kids just aren't as intimidating as giant ass adults and I can imagine that this probably messed with Jason when he first got back to Gotham and tried to talk to the street kids or the working girls because those are groups of people who are going to be suspicious of men built like a goddamn fridge. He can't come up to them like he did as Robin, and I'm sure over time he's won their trust and they find him a symbol of safety, but the first few interactions have to hit hard because it feels like he doesn't belong in a place that's been his first home. That somehow he no longer fits right where he always did before.

I also can't imagine how disconcerting it must be to not recognize your reflection for like every part of yourself. Like, this one time I had makeup done for an event (not my idea) and it was so heavy that I didn't recognize myself and I felt so uncomfortable with that and that was just my face. My hair, my height, my build - all of that was still familiar, comfortable, but can you imagine being unable to recognize even that? And if he avoids mirrors to avoid seeing his reflection, he might not even be able to recognize himself in pictures and videos. (There's a fanfic with this idea and it definitely inspires this post because I honestly never considered this before and I thought it was so well written and such a good point that we don't pay enough attention to. You should totally check it out if you got this far.)

The last point I have for this post has to do with his relationship with Bruce. So typical timeline (I think) for Jason is he dies at 15, crawls out of his grave about 6 months later, is catatonic for 3 years, and then spends a year mentally present training with the League of Assassins on his world tour or whatever. I am fuzzy on the details here but basically from his birthday, Jason can't be older than 19-20 when he comes back to Gotham (I think 19 is the accepted age) but mentally he's 16 and for some fucking reason DC artists like to draw him like he's over 30. THIS IS A PROBLEM! Like this is an extremely fucked up 16 year old kid that should be trapped in a 19 year old's body but instead it's so much worse because (and I've seen someone describe him like this before) he's actually trapped inside the body of a 35 year old divorcee AND THAT IS NOT OKAY! Like even if we're gonna say that the Lazarus pit alters the body to peak physical health that would be like 22 or some shit. Past 30 is not a physical prime. You can be fit for sure at 30 but that doesn't change the fact that your ability to build muscle and heal and whatever else are probably better in your early to mid 20s and hey guess what that's still younger than Dick's accepted age (or maybe about the same (I have stayed up too late writing this to keep proper track of numbers)). But Jason looks older than Dick more often than not (the Gotham Knights game will never be forgiven for whatever the fuck happened to Jay's character design).

Okay sorry for the sidetrack, but Jason looking older is gonna fuck with Bruce because Bruce is gonna have a real hard time seeing his tiny, malnourished, never gonna top 5'4 Jaylad in this giant hulk of a figure, especially when the age is so off. Like imagine you have a kid who goes to college and does a ton of internships or research so you don't really see them for 4 years, you're still gonna expect your kid to look like they're 22-23. If they look like they're 35 you sure as hell are not gonna pinpoint that as your kid. So Bruce sees Jason and it makes sense that he doesn't think that's his kid BECAUSE THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HIS KID! (I'm ignoring the moral differences in this post) So Bruce doesn't see a kid when he looks at Jason but Jason is mentally 16 and, despite everything he says to the contrary, he sees his dad when he looks at Bruce. Jason doesn't see an equal, someone who is just another adult. This is his dad, an authority figure in his life, someone whos opinions and words hold power over him whether he wants them to or not. But Bruce can't see that. Because Bruce doesn't see a kid. He doesn't see his son. He sees an equal and that's tragic because you're always supposed to be your parents' baby. Even when you're 50 with your own family and nearly adult kids, you're still gonna be your parents little baby. Because parents see their kids at all the ages they've ever been and it's the fact that Jason doesn't have someone who looks at him and sees him how he was when he was 2 and 7 and 10 and 13 and 15 when he still feels 16 that makes this so sad. Because no one's been his parent for long enough to really build that and Bruce can't see Robin!Jason in the Jason that came back.

Wow, uh, I'm really sorry to anyone who reads this. This really got away from me and it's super unorganized and I just kinda word vomitted all over this. This was just supposed to be about how his body was different. How did Bruce end up in this?

#jason todd #red hood #robin #lazarus pit #bruce wayne #batman #gotham #body disphoria? #i think #not sure if that's the right word #if someone knows the right phrase #please tell me #but basically weird relationship with body #tw: death #tw: claustrophobia #tw: body issues #tw: body modification #parents #parent child relationship #Jason is drawn way to old #this is a problem #for REASONS #jason todd is my comfort character #and it shows

[onyxmilk]

Mayhaps itadori x fem!reader where she’s a shortie like me! And everyone teases him because he said his type is tall women but here he is…shacked up w a shortstack smh

Yuji Itadori x f!Reader; Short n Sweet

notes; kylee i had no idea what i was doing help- tw; fem!reader, wc; 1.1k

To say that [YourName] was a little on the short side was an understatement. Growing up, she had always believed that one day her growth spurt would hit her like a train, becoming taller overnight. She believed that one day she would wake up and magically she would have a few more extra inches, solving all of her vertically challenged problems. But, no. That day never came, and she was always the shortest one in her classes. It wasn’t uncommon for [YourName] to be made the butt of the joke, especially considering she never grew to be near as tall as some of her classmates in her school years.

Which is why it was such a relief when [YourName] met Yuji. He was a boy who was proactive, always trying his best to help classmates and peers alike wherever he could. A kind, gentle soul who could never standby and watch as you were made fun of for your height. The first time he saw someone make fun of you for your height and how you casually laughed along despite the uncomfortable look on your face, he was the first one to intervene and ask your classmates to chill out. Ever since that day, you couldn’t help admiring Yuji. For how he stood up for you, for how he spoke his mind without a care in the world, for how he took your hand and showed you that you didn’t have to passive stand by; you fell for him, as you were sure so many others had, and found yourself looking forward to the next time you’d see him. A friendship between you two came naturally, and after a very wobbly and stuttery confession (Yuji was completely oblivious to this sort of this, it took a long pause for him to realize you were even confessing), so did a romantic partnership. Not long after, he left for Jujutsu High, but the two of you continued to make your relationship work, texting and calling as much as humanly possible when you weren’t able to see him in person.

When Yuji first suggested he introduce his girlfriend to his friends, who swore up and down that he could never land one, the two were skeptical at best. But Yuji wanted to put the allegations to rest, he did have a girlfriend, and a very amazing one at that! So the very first time Yuji and [YourName] had walked up to their meeting spot, both making light conversation and giggling together, Nobara couldn’t help staring before laughing at the sight. It deeply confused Yuji's girlfriend who stood there, her head tilting as she tried to figure out what was so funny, "Did.. I do something?" [YourName] asked, making Yuji look over at her and shrug his shoulders. Megumi just sighed before shaking his head, "She isn't exactly.. your type, Itadori." he explained for Nobara, who was still laughing to the point that there were tears streaming down her face."Pardon?" [YourName] asked, getting slightly offended by Megumi’s accusation. "I mean–!!" Nobara had to stop mid sentence as she laughed laughed, "I mean, come on! Not even close to your dream woman!" the girl added between laughter. "I'm.. not your dream woman, Yuji?" [YourName] asked, obviously hurt by the idea which made Yuji panic. "You are! You are, I swear!" The pink haired boy said, but the damage was done it seemed as [YourName] started to slightly tear up, a pout on her face as she second guessed herself.

Megumi would grab ahold of Nobara making the girl stop laughing and quiet down, wiping away the tears in her eyes as she caught her breath. "Relax Nobara, it's not that funny anyway," Megumi turned back to [YourName] once the brunette had calmed herself, "[YourName], was it? Nobara is always like this, she finds joy in Itadori's suffering." He added, trying to add context so that [YourName] didn’t take her words too seriously. Still, [YourName] couldn’t help herself from replaying Nobara and Megumi’s words, "But, am I not Yuji's type?" [YourName] questioned making Megumi stop what he was saying. He paused to think about how to delicately explain their personal experience in what Yuji had described for his personal taste in partners, "Not that he's described in the past." Megumi worded his sentence carefully.

"Doesn’t mean his type could have changed or adjusted," Megumi said, quickly adding to his past words to make sure [YourName] didn’t misunderstand. [YourName] felt conflicted for a moment, but she felt as if she could trust Megumi- he was Yuji's best friend after all. "Exactly!" Yuji said, sweating nervously from the whole ordeal. "It's alright, Yuji, I still love you." [YourName] says, wiping her tears from her cheeks.

Yuji relaxed, bringing [YourName] in for a hug and gently pressing a kiss to her head. Watching made a certain girl have to comment, "Gross," Nobara cringed, fake gagging while Megumi only rolled his eyes at her behavior. "It could be so much worse," Yuji points out, making [YourName] nod her head and laugh a little, the two thinking about other things they’ve done together. "Oh whatever.." Nobara said, looking away just so she didn't have to see how beautiful the girl that Yuji pulled was. Like, how was that even legal? Yuji Itadori with a beautiful woman? Nuh-uh. Part of her still wondered if this girl was a paid actor.

Time would pass and [YourName] and Yuji were hitting their two month mark. Between all the chaos and hardships of making their relationship work, [YourName] wanted to do something special for him and celebrate how far the two of them had come together. So, she did what she thought was best, and contacted Yuji’s two closest friends, Megumi and Nobara. Nobara was the only one to contact her back, so the two plotted to meet up at a local restaurant.

Half way through their conversation, [YourName] managed to circle the conversation back to when they first met. "So.. what did you exactly mean I wasn't Yuji's type when we first met?" [YourName] asks, tilting her head to the side. It was just an innocent question, no harm or mal intent meant. Nobara awkwardly laughs when the topic is brought up, her eyes moving across the restaurant, "Well, you see, Yuji typically likes.. taller women? I suppose, that's what he said at least." Nobara explained, "But don't worry! I think he actually likes you, even if you literally are shorter than me." she added quickly, her usual attitude coming back in her retort.

"I believe that, trust me. I just was curious." [YourName] giggled, eventually the two would find something that they both believed Yuji would like for a two month anniversary gift. Before leaving though, Nobara put her contact information into [YourName]'s phone, just so they didn't have to contact through social media every time they wanted to talk.

[YourName] would give her gift to Yuji the following week, and just as the two girls thought Yuji loved it with all his sweet kind heart could.

#jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #itadori x reader #yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #anime x reader #x reader

[ominous-arcade]

A bit of info about the Aftons in my AU, plus some associated objects. More under the cut if you even care...

William Afton

Currently 45. He's very friendly and gets along great with everyone in town. They all love him and have no idea he thinks through elaborate ideations of murder every time they talk to him. Loves gossip. In the early days of the diner, a springlock accident occurred that gave him nerve damage in his arms.

Carol Afton

Currently 44, died back when Michael was 12 after falling down the stairs in the middle of the night. Surprisingly, William had nothing to do with it. She never stays on one hobby, hopping from scrapbooks to knitting to photography. Carol married William because he made her laugh, and she likes her men a bit strange. Loved her kids but wasn't exactly emotionally present. Had a wild past as a party girl who did drugs that don't even exist anymore.

Michael Afton

Currently 16, about to hit his growth spurt. Almost never at home, usually making trouble with his friends or loitering. Desperately wants them to respect him. He's embarrassed by his siblings and hates that William always pushes them onto Michael for him to look after. Spread a rumor that he pushed Carol down the stairs to scare the other kids in town. Huge into video games, but keeps it on the down low so he won't be made fun of. Totally rocking guyliner under the mask. William's least favorite child and he knows it.

Elizabeth Afton

Currently 9. Does everything she can to earn the love of those around her, and it's working for literally everyone but William much to her frustration. A bit fixated on perfection. Other kids think she's too bossy, so she doesn't have many friends. Elizabeth is not the favorite, and quite frankly she isn't even on his radar. He tends to spoil her though because in his eyes, giving her whatever she asks for will make her go away and stop bothering him.

Kasya Afton

Currently 6. Kasya is a very quiet kid, only talking to his stuffed animals when he does choose to speak. He's very observant and has a mild case of claustrophobia. He likes to mimic noises, especially while he watches Freddy and Friends. Fredplush is very advanced, able to walk and talk and do anything Kasya would like. Not especially close to any of his siblings. William's favorite child at the moment.

#fnaf #art tag #michael afton #elizabeth afton #kasya afton #crying child #fnaf crying child #fnaf cc #william afton #mrs afton #carol afton #au info

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Invulnerable Poison Apple.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. This is his home, his roots, and he will cherish them always.

No matter how he may change.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

The Harveston roads stretch out for what seems like forever. Dirt paths uninterrupted by the hustle and bustle of modern life.

It's just Epel and his beloved blastcycle set at a breakneck pace. Green grass below... Mother Nature has pushed through the melting snow at last, sounding the call of spring.

The crate secured to back of his bike is always lighter on the trip home than on the trip to the closest city. With the latest load dropped off, he’s free to fly back.

He loves this feeling—the rush of adrenaline, the wind weaving through his hair. It’s a taste of home, a slice of heaven he can get nowhere else.

Up ahead, his family’s farm comes into view. The outline of their orchard, flush with the buds of new life, is a familiar sight. What's new are the crops whose heads sprout up over the treetops: a giant peach, a pumpkin large enough to be a carriage, and more—all the result of magical modification.

He grins, revving up his engine and pushing forward. Faster, faster.

Then he breaks, skidding to a halt before their wooden front porch. The engine dies, leaving only the erratic pounding of his heart in the smoke and dust.

“I’m home!!” Epel announces, dismounting. He removes his helmet and places it on his blastcycle's seat. Wisps of lilac cling to his forehead, his fair skin colored with the blush of exhilaration.

Similar heads of hair—members of the Felmier family, dressed in casual clothes and fruit-picking gloves—dot the orchard. They meet his eyes and wave.

He counts them: his mom and his dad, his aunt and uncle. His cousin is too young to get their hands down and dirty yet, so they're inside with their grandparents.

So why is there one extra body amid the apple trees? One person, hunched over on a ladder, a shaking arm outstretched to pluck the fruit.

Not her. Please, not her.

Epel immediately bolts into the fields.

The tree leaves shudder and shift, branches swaying, as if they, too, are loved ones welcoming him back. The air is sweet and uplifting, like the faintest taste of a fizzy drink.

"Meemaw? Meemaw…!!" Epel hollers, racing over to her.

She finally has a grip on the apple, gives it a firm twist, and frees it from its branch. For one frightening moment, she wobbles, threatening to topple from high up. Epel arrives just in time, grabbing onto her ladder to steady it.

He heaves a sigh.

"I told you to try ‘n not overexert yourself…!” Epel scolds her. His hometown’s dialect slips out, smooth as butter and natural sounding to their ears. “You’re gettin’ to that age where doing physical labor ain’t the easiest. At least leave the heavy liftin’ to me ‘n the others!”

“These apples aren’t goin’ to pick themselves!!” Marja grumbles. “Would you rather trade jobs and let me be the one to run deliveries? You wanna be the one to let this old lady on the loose?”

He bites his lower lip. “No, but… I can take some of yer tasks to lighten yer workload. Please, let me.”

His grandma slowly climbs down the ladder. (Epel observes her dissent carefully and maintains his grip on her stairway.) She’s delicate, with rounded, soft features—but he knows she is anything but demure, especially upset.

When Marja lands next to him, he notices her height right away. He had always been just a bit taller than her—“My growin’ little man,” she’d say, giving him a pat on the head—but his grandma seems to have shrunken in the wash.

Marja prods him in the chest, and though she has more strength than one might give her credit for, his muscles are taut and hold their ground. He’s taller, stronger.

“Don’t get cocky with me just because you’ve hit a growth spurt! I’m a Felmier too.” She shoves the freshly picked apple at her grandson’s face. “You fell from our family tree, so you ain’t the only one who’s hardy ‘round here. Don’t worry about me so much!”

“I can’t help it, meemaw,” Epel protests. “We’re gettin’ busier and busier and it’s hard to keep up with the pace.”

“Business is boomin’. I don’t see what you’re yappin’ about!”

“Last thing I want’s for you to be shipped off to the nearest hospital cuz you hurt yourself on our produce.”

“Hush now!! I’lll be fine,” she insists with a broad smile. “I’ve got you and everyone else to count on, so I know I’m in good hands.”

Marja drops the apple into a waiting wicker basket at her feet. It lands atop a pile like a ruby laid in the center of a crown. She bends over and picks up her haul with a grunt and starts waddling towards their house.

Epel remains by her side, matching her walk with a few long strides. He may as well be helping her cross the street, but he stays at a considerable distance. Enough to be polite, but still close enough to swoop in if she takes an unceremonious fall.

“‘Sides, I work cuz I want to, not that I have to,” Marja tuts, clambering up the porch steps. Epel offers her his muscular arm, but she refuses it.

“Gotta keep these weary bones active! And… gotta do my best to support ya where I can.”

“You’ve always done that for us, meemaw.”

All that and more.

She laughs. “Yer not the little boy that needs a scoldin’ for whooping the older kids’ tuchuses anymore. Yer a man now, Epel—but even men ain’t islands. Doesn’t matter how many fights ya win by yerself, ‘s nice to have people to fall back on.”

The front door swings open. Marja shuffles inside, followed by her grandson.

“I understand what yer sayin’. Really, I do. Still, nothin’s gonna stop me from givin’ ya lip. ‘S in our blood,” Epel jokes, knocking at his temples. “Stubbornness runs in the family. I must get it from you.”

“You’re gettin’ real cheeky with me today,” Marja chuckles, setting her basket down on a counter. “I know, how about a good ol’ apple pie with all the fixings? That oughta fill yer belly and fix up yer sass.”

Epel responds with a toothy grin. “Nothin’ hits the spot like your home cooking, meemaw.”

Her eyes twinkle warmly. “Darn right.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #I’ve been dreaming… #twst anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary #twisted wonderland anni #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #Marja Felmier

[kaspencer]

No pogue on pogue macking, remember?”

JJ rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back into the grass. “We don’t have to tell them.”

She rolled onto her side, eyeing the way JJ held the blunt between his fingers - the way he brought it to his lips and took a deep hit. With the light from the dwindling bonfire reflecting off of him, he was especially pretty. She considered him for a moment.

Sure, she had always thought of JJ as attractive, especially after the growth spurt two years ago, and his most recent haircut. But she’d never really thought of him like that.

Who was she kidding? Of course she had.

Looking back on it, she supposed her attraction had truly started about six months ago after Aaron Bowman took her virginity and the world of sex really opened her eyes to her own wants and needs.

She remembered the exact moment when she came back from Aaron’s house after he tried and failed to pick her up during sex. JJ had been helping John B fix the boat, and she was watching them with a beer in hand, her side too bruised from landing on Aaron’s bedside table to help. JJ picked up a heavy piece of equipment with relative ease, and she was bombarded with the image of him picking her up, like Aaron had been unable to do.

She’d been newly sixteen and incredibly horny after her boyfriend had continuously failed to give her an orgasm. Seeing JJ’s muscles tense and shift sent her mind reeling. She felt so hot she jumped into the water so nobody would notice her flushed cheeks.

She broke up withAaron not long after that, and she went back to pretending she wasn’t attracted to one of her best friends.

But now, here JJ was, offering to get her off.

How did they even get here? The night was going perfectly normally - She managed to get her hands on a few cartons of beer, so she and her friends had gathered at the Chateau to drink themselves silly. She had been enjoying herself; she beat Pope at snap, got a front row seat to John B falling out of a tree, and lost a chugging match to Kie.

But John B was now curled up on the porch snoring like a pig, and Pope had driven himself and Kie home, not willing to stay too late on a school night. It was just her and JJ, lying together on a picnic blanket by the dwindling fire.

They were sharing a joint, giggling about nothing and everything, too comfortable to move inside. Then JJ asked her why she’d broken up with her last boyfriend, Marcus Harris.

Drunk and high out of her mind, she giggled and actually told him the truth. She hadn’t even told Kie the truth, and she told Kie everything.

“He couldn’t get me off,” She admitted, staring up at the moon through the branches above them. “I told him I was sick of having sex with a guy who only lasts thirty seconds.”

JJ laughed aloud. “Did he not get you off once? You were together for a while.”

“Nope,” she shook her head, laughing with him. “None of my boyfriends have ever made me orgasm. I gotta rely on my trusty li’l fingers.”

She wiggled her fingers in his face jokingly, and JJ swatted at her hand. She stole the joint and took a drag for herself.

Suddenly, JJ jerked upright, startling her. “Y’know, I bet I could get you off.”

She blinked up at him before she burst into laughter. ”Fuck off,” she shoved him, laughing as he rolled comically.

But then JJ rolled back, and his eyes were… different. “Seriously.” He watched as she took another hit of the blunt. Her skin erupted into goosebumps at his gaze. “You’re hot, I’m hot, let’s have sex.”

And here we are.

“No pogue on pugue macking, remember?” She pointed out.

“We don’t have to tell them.”

She liked to tell herself it was the booze that made her say what she said next. “I bet you couldn’t even make me cum.”

She blamed the alcohol when JJ pushed himself up and hovered above her. His hands were splayed out on either side of her head, his eyes staring down at her with a competitive haze. “Bet.”

She would place the blame on her lowered inhibitions for what happened next. But the truth was, the second JJ’s lips crashed against hers, she sobered up real quick. When he pushed the skirt of her white beach dress up and slid his fingers up her thigh, She was perfectly aware of what was happening. When her panties were pushed aside and JJ’s fingers were sliding over her bud with a sensuality her boyfriends had never possessed, she had never felt so good.

JJ kissed his way down her jaw, stopping at her earlobe and pulling it between his teeth. Her hands were in his hair, her feet tangled with his. Her skin felt alive, burning with desire as he pushed a finger into her. He kissed down her throat, nipping and sucking and licking marks into her skin, lower and lower until he reached that little spot on her collarbone that made her toes curl.

With an open mouth, she panted into the night air as JJ slid a second finger into her. Then his thumb was rubbing over her clit and she couldn’t help the languid moan that escaped her. JJ chuckled against her collarbone, his voice deeper than usual.

It was all so good. Sheforgot about their firneds, who would no doubt scold them if they found out this was happening - she forgot about John B snoring away on the Chateau porch just metres away. There was nothing but her and JJ and his fingers bringing her to an amazing orgasm.

She clutched at his back, her knees coming up as the feeling in the pit of her stomach grew more intense. She whimpered, getting louder with every pump of his fingers inside of her. JJ hummed encouragingly against her.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear, and it was his voice, low and sensual, that brought her over the edge.

“Fuck,” She shook in his hold, her release more intense than anything she’d given herself. “Oh my god.”

But JJ just kept rubbing, thrusting his fingers in and out of her. He laughed breathily into her ear as she let out a squeak.

“No, no, JJ,” she couldn’t take it. It was too much. She was so sensitive, so overwhelmed, and she felt so good. Her legs were shaking. “I can’t - that’s enough.”

And he stopped, lifting his head to look her in the eye, a smirk on his swollen lips. “Told you.”

She laughed weakly and shoved him off of her. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

#jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank smut #jj x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x y/n #outer banks #obx fic #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward

[animasola86]

Sebastian Sallow Headcanons (revisited)

I made a similar post a while back, but I think it's time to revisit it.

Sebastian Sallow is a Scorpio (born between Oct 23 and Nov 22).

Typical Scorpio traits include being resourceful, ambitious, brave, (com)passionate, possessive, jealous, loyal, supportive, emotional, intense. I’d say he is all that. Also fits the Slytherin characteristics.

I don't have a particular date in mind for him anymore, but I'd say around Halloween or after would suit him and Anne. (I haven't looked at the actual Astrology aspect of it, leaving that to the experts here!)

He is a nerd and an athlete.

He is the kind of nerd who will hit you with knowledge when you least expect it and never as the know-it-all type, but rather the let-me-share-my-knowledge type. I'm sure he'll be actually fun at parties.

And I see no problem in him being hunched over books for hours on end and being physically fit at the same time. (Yes, he seemed a little unfit at the start of fifth year, being all breathless on the way to Hogsmeade and during a mission up some stairs, but I'll ignore that. He'll grow into it.)

So he's not only fit enough to brave all those stairs in Hogwarts, I also see him on the Quidditch team. I initially had him as a Beater in my head, and I still stand by it, but I do see him as a Seeker as well now, just because how he can show off by catching the Snitch.

(I don't see him as a Chaser, too average a position for him imo, or a Keeper, I think he'd be too hyper to stay in one place all the time, even though his protective trait might play into it, but he can focus on that more when he hits some Bludgers around.)

He is tall.

I also HC that Ominis is taller, but Sebastian is still tall. I put him at 1.80m/180cm (5′11″) initially, but I might even put him taller now. He'll definitely have another growth spurt during his last years at Hogwarts and grow into an even taller adult, so for now, let's settle on him being 1.85m/185cm/6'1" at the end of the game. (Angst can make you grow, yes.)

(And I need him to be tall because my MCs usually are quite short and I just love that size difference dynamic so much!)

He is an extrovert.

He might have his baggage to carry during his fifth year (and beyond), but he still has many extrovert tendencies, especially needing people around to recharge - even if it's just one person (our MC preferably). He is a twin, so being alone was never really an option before Anne got sick.

That's why he hates being alone, he'll certainly have his mind flooded with doubts and dark thoughts if he happens to be alone. That might make him clingy and/or overprotective towards his significant other/friends, but if it helps him sleep at night, he won't hesitate to hog those special people to his advantage.

He is a light sleeper.

And probably has nightmares more than your average boy considering all the stress he puts himself under, with his worries for Anne and the constant abuse from Solomon and his general past (loss of his parents, etc.).

Yet even though he might have trouble falling asleep and sleeping in general, I do think he can sleep anywhere, thinking about the shed in Feldcroft that the fandom considers to be his place to stay when he visits his sister. Also as a twin he was probably used to sharing small spaces and finding sleep wherever he can.

He can't sit still for long.

Call it ADHD, restless legs syndrome or general nerves, he probably can't sit still and has to fidget a lot as well. Might conflict with his ability to absorb himself in books for hours on end, but even when reading, I'd imagine him moving a lot (think back to him pacing in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, or his constant walking cycle through the DADA tower, etc.).

His favorite color is green.

Obvious choice, I just needed something to end this with. So here we go. Green for Slytherin, for nature, and maybe, probably hope? Who knows.

[ 🔞 NSFW Sebastian Sallow Headcanons ]

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanon #sebastian sallow headcanons

[silverheartlugia2000]

DCXDP prompt

Ok, so there's plenty of Danny laying low or freaking out about the no meta rule, but I have this CRAVING of someone for once just explaining it to him? Like whoever bird or birds he's talking to just leans in and whispers "Wanna know a secret? That's mostly just a mind control precaution. I mean would you want to see Supes jacked up on fear gas? If the league do come over he prefers to be called first so he's close if something happens."   

Danny- "Oh... yeah that makes sense actually, that shit isn't fun to be under.."

"Wait is THAT why you have that string of robberies on your record?!"

"That and the time my whole town got possessed in order to make me look bad and get arrested.."

The bird then drags Danny into the cave to open Bruce's file on him, and they both sit down and fill in the gaps on the shadier spots of his record. Heck Danny eventually gives Bats a few thermoses and other less harmful but still disabling device blueprints to add to the contingency file cause even if Dan is in therapy and on probation he knows his shit luck will probably make it needed sooner rather than later and he knows how fast it will go bad.

It comes in very handy at the next gala when Vlad attempts to have a duplicate overshadow Bruce who refuses to take his business propositions. Vlad gets nosey before Danny pulls up his king rights and makes vlad take an Oath (the magic binding kind) to not mess with Bruce or his family or reveal any of their super identities to anyone at all. Constantine is there beforehand to read over the contract and outthink any loopholes before vlad can take advantage of them.

Danny gives them samples of ecto-dejecto for medical emergencies, the Bat's keep them refreshed and in stock especally after they meet Ellie and hear about her stability problems. With help from Frostbite and Danny's ok they start working on a more reliable formula just for Ellie's sake.

Yes Jason is calmer around the halfas and he is slowly stabilizing enough form a proper core from it, (not an instant fix this time!) whether hes becoming a true halfa, more towards a remnant, or both they arent sure. But one night when the phantoms arent around Jason is having a bad time, reacting from something he was hit with during a fight. Tim just grabs one of the ecto-pens on a whim and it just flushes out the toxin so fast Jay passes out. When he wakes up his core has had a good growth spurt, its still not complete yet but he's beginning to get some minor abilities, the Phantom sibs start coaching him before it gets strong enough for Jason to turn completely intangible and if Jay starts complaining? Clockwork whisks them ALL up to the tower for a home movie night of Danny's greatest fails. Grampa has a collection, good and bad XD. Yes Danny is cringing in shame while eating Clockwork's ecto cookies but Jason is slowly starting to understand the importance of getting the basics right cause he does NOT want to accidentally sink completely under the ground without being able to get back out no thank you!!

What core type would he get anyway? Shadow's like Johnny because of the stealth perks? Earth to prevent being buried again? Would he have literature as a secondary obsession cause obviously he's gonna follow Danny into the family/protection category but since Danny also has a space obsession why not?

He puts Jazz's name in the list of superhero safe therapists, the fact she's already making waves at Arkam is only boosting her reputation. Especially once they read her paper on ghost obsessions and how sometimes they are comparable to hyper-fixations in autistics in the way they both satisfy and promote healthy growth for a ghosts physical and mental state but also how being deprived of them or forced to go against them can be severely harmful to their literal health.

And that was one thing the birds kept tripping on to understand whenever they needed to bench one of the halfas but they would end up just hovering around NEEDING to be helpful no mater how much they are told to go back to bed. They also get a whole new understanding on what happened to Dan cause yeah his whole timeline is based on loosing his family and retaliating out of grief.

So from then on the halfas are allowed to help with little tasks as long as they do not strain their recovery at all. Whenever Danny gets sickly and depressed they take him up to the watch tower, Ellie gets lessons in different languages so she can interact more when they let her join them on international trips, Jason gets set loose in a newly discovered bookstore when the manor's or Bab's library isn't enough, and Dan.. they're still figuring him out but he seems to enjoy wrecking little play city set ups and games where you play as the monster like Godzilla or Rampage along with general ghost sibling rough housing. (Lilo and Stitch is his favorite movie but you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it,)

As for ships, definitely anger management. Jason becomes an unofficial fourth Phantom sib. Platonic everlasting trio cause Danny loves his friends and they will pet him like a cat for hours while his tail coils around them possessively like a giant snake and still make memes of it when he's grumpy. Brain dead is fun also, especially if Danny or the others are capable of Little Baby Man form and Tim has to fight Damian for cuddle rights! Bats has his usual girls but hey superman isn't that bad to hang around either.

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #silverlugia's free prompts #danny phantom #batman #jason peter todd #danielle phantom #dan phantom #halfa jason #tag me if you use this #little baby man danny?

[buns0fst33l]

Cod Men Headcanons

Simon “Ghost” Riley

~sfw~ These are completely random and don’t follow any sort of cohesive theme, they’re just a bunch of opinions I have about Ghost.

- Did very well in school science fairs and looked forward to them.

- Takeout Indian food is his comfort meal. I saw someone else headcanon him as really enjoying spicy food, especially if it’s Indian food. I don’t remember who said it but it was their idea and I AGREE so I’m sharing it.

- Was one of those boys who was way smaller than his female peers until high school and hit a HUGE growth spurt one summer. He did not realize how drastic the change was. And he was confused when people didn’t recognize him.

- Helpful son. Tried his best to keep his mom safe and stress free by helping around the house as much as possible. And therefore,

- Very respectful of women. Would subtly try to put a woman at ease if he noticed she was scared or uncomfortable. Given his upbringing and what he went through when he was tortured, I feel like he has a profoundly better understanding of the mistreatment of women in general, as compared to most men.

(I imagine this plays a part when he and Soap are questioning Milena. He didn’t step in and intimidate her until he had to, even though it would have been easier to start with.)

- Demisexual. I don’t think I need to explain this one.

- Thinks he’s a dog person because he doesn’t know anything about cats and hasn’t been around them much. Is actually a cat person who also loves dogs and just doesn’t know it.

- Laughs exclusively at the dumbest shit ever but it’s CUTE. laughed at a weevil the first time he saw one because it looks just like its name. One time Riley got too excited when Ghost gave him a bit of table scrap chicken; tried to swallow it whole, gagged dramatically and cough-launched it across the room. Soap has been trying to get that kind of laugh out of Ghost ever since. Not even close.

- Secretly likes American football. I don’t know why I feel like he’d be ashamed to admit this but I do.

- I’m very torn on what kind of vehicle he would drive. I want to say he would have like, an old black 2008 pathfinder as his everyday normal car. But he’s cocky and I feel like he’d also have a very well kept NICE car as more of a toy. Something like a souped up black Audi. Either vintage (maybe a Quattro?) and in mint condition or brand new and shiny. Note: I do not know jack SHIT about cars I am using so much Google

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod headcanons #cod mw2 #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #headcanons #sfw #codmenheadcanons