#gonna risk it all for him 😜

[themetalheadhippy]

I've been rewatching Chainsaw Man in English dub and let me tell you I'll risk it all for Aki even more after this 👏🏼🛐😩🔥😏

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[threezzyo]

໒‧₊˚ your little secret ∘︴fushiguro t.

∾you were always a good girl, as a governor's daughter, but little did anyone know... it's only natural to have a crush on your bodyguard. 6'1", the biggest muscles you've ever seen, scars begging to be licked. months of seducing him leads to something you wanted, something secret between the two of you. daddy doesn't have to know that his daughter is hooking up with her bodyguard behind the scenes.

∾older!bodyguard! toji fushiguro x fem!brat!reader. modern au. word count- 3.4k ∾NSFW! MDNI! age gap, (17 years) reader is a senior in high school (19, early birthday). dark-ish content! brat taming. no use of y/n. toji is a bit harsh... kinda 'used' as a toy. (mentions of using as a sleeve) usage of brat, slut, minx, good girl (for reader) and daddy, oldie, mister (for toji). promiscuous reader. finger sucking. car sex. smoking. oral (m recieving) riding! pussyjob kind of. slight exhibitionism (in a parking lot where literally anyone can see them......) biting. lots of teasing lorddd. just filthy, depraved, NASTYY smut.

∾indi's notes: i am sorry for being so iffy with posting and i will also stick to a theme now lol 😜 divider creds to @/cafekitsune

you were nineteen and hopelessly in love with your 36 year old bodyguard.

you had a student council meeting today, and was the last one to leave. toji fushiguro, your bodyguard (more like chauffeur) was waiting against the brick wall of your fancy pants school, cigarette in hand. he seemed to be texting someone, his mood irate.

“oh, y’er finally here.” he says in that rough voice you absolutely love. "took you long enough, brat.”

he pretends not to notice your skirt hitched up with your ass practically hanging out, or the two unbuttoned buttons on your thin white blouse that doesn’t do much to hide the lacy black bra you decided to wear.

it became a routine, before he picked you up, you’d unbutton your blouse a tiny bit and hike up your pleated skirt in the girls bathroom. maybe slather on some lip tint.

“i’m not a brat. and i told you i’d come out late.” you retort, skipping down the parking lot.

“unlock the car, oldie!” you yell, already reaching the expensive car he drives you around in. it’s yours, the porsche 911 carrera cabriolet, but why not let the handsome man drive it for you?

“tch.” he mumbles to himself, unlocking the car. "what a minx."

you were already nice and comfortable in the passenger seat when he got there, curled up on the fancy leather, your skirt riding up to your mid thighs. you were scrolling through whatever social media was popular, your headphones plugged into your ears.

what a typical high school girl.

he knows it’s wrong. he’s nearly twice your age, and you just turned nineteen, just a baby. and just because you’re the governors daughter doesn’t mean you were all prissy and proper, or sweet and innocent, you were quite the opposite.

even if your father paid a pretty penny to keep you out of trouble, a little extra cash from you was enough to keep him quiet. a man does what he has to do.

and unfortunately, your hedonistic lifestyle was gonna get your sweet father in trouble- and even worse, toji’s job at risk if he didn’t keep you under control.

“brat.” he leans over and snatches your headphones from the wire.

“toji!” you exclaim, irritated. “give them back, oldie!”

he rolls his eyes, throwing them in the backseat. “get them later. now shut y’er trap and listen to me.”

you grumble, falling back onto the seat. "i'm listening."

he takes a breath. "you know the election coming up, right?"

you furrow your brows. toji doesn't seem to be the political type. "yeah. papa's running for re-election."

his voice is low. "you need to keep a low profile. your father can't have anything tarnishing his reputation. especially his brazen brat. so, imma need you to follow my rules." his hand grips the steering wheel as he parks in an empty business lot.

"hey! i am not a brat!" you ripostes.

"oi. if your dad goes down, so do you, princess. i'd listen to me if i were you." he says, leaning in closer.

you scoff, crossing your arms. "fine. what?"

by crossing your arms, you slightly push up your lace clad bosom, easily seen through the sheer material of your white blouse.

his eyes flicker down.

like you didn't notice.

he rolls his eyes, looking back into the empty concrete lot. "y'er not going to go out for any party. y'er definitely not talking to any stranger. or any boys, for that matter. and you gonna have to start wearing something more..."

you grin. "more what?"

"more prudish." he grits, his eyes blazen. "can't have you prancin' around like that."

despite his tone, there's a hint of arousal in his voice, and he can feel the blood rushing right where he didn't want it to be. he clears his throat and tries again, "just follow those rules while i'm around, okay? it will make things easier for y'er daddy."

you roll your eyes, pulling your skirt down a bit and buttoning your blouse again. “just send me to a damn convent, then.”

toji grits his teeth at the girl's defiance. why does she have to be such a brat? and why did his dick twitch at the sight of her fixing her clothes? "don't be so stupid, girl. i'm just looking out for your safety, and if you don't cooperate, there will be consequences."

“consequences? like what?” you ask, your eyes wide and curious.

"like... being punished," he murmurs, barely audible. "if you disobey me or disrespect me in any way, i won't hesitate to discipline you."

you didn't realize how close toji had gotten to you, feeling his minty tobacco breath hit the side of your face.

there was an opening. and you took it.

"i wouldn't mind being punished.” you say with a sultry smile, giggling.

fuck.

she's right there, forbidden fruit, so very tempting.

he really shouldn’t, but he did.

"you wouldn't?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "well, you better be prepared for anything then." he grins.

he swiftly unbuckled your seatbelt. "get in the backseat. you wanna act like a slut, i'll treat you like one."

you're pushed into the back of your car, toji following you. without warning, he pulls you into his lap, so that you're straddling him. "toji!" you squeal, eyes wide open as you drink in the lecherous look in his eyes.

"toji-" you're abruptly cut off by his palm.

"didn't tell you to talk, now, did i?" his shit-eating grin was so infuriating, but also so enchanting. "you gotta listen to me, sweet girl. i don't want a single word out that damn mouth."

you narrow your eyes, but comply anyways.

"good girl." he smirks, sticking two fingers in your mouth. "suck."

you looked absolutely bewildered. “to-“

“suck.”

he sticks his two fingers in your mouth, going down your throat and causing you to gag.

that look in his eyes, it was so lewd. it just made you more turned on.

your tongue swirls around his digits. you look like you’re pouting by how your bottom lip sticks out, lips latched on his fingers.

he could hear your sinfully wet sounds as you suck on his fingers, soft whines escaping your lips.

he slides his fingers out of your mouth, a little wet pop! sound.

“do the same with my cock.” he demands, pushing you to the floor of the car.

you’re on your knees, silently thanking the gods for this opportunity. a true blessing in disguise.

“gladly, toji.” you grin, your head resting on his knee. your fingers ghost over the tent in his grey sweatpants, eyes never leaving his.

he looks like a mess, his pants practically bursting at the seams.

“i don’t have all day, sweetheart.” he warns, pulling at your hair. “no time for y’er dilly dallying.”

you sigh, wanting to tease him more. he spreads his legs a bit further, and you pull down his sweatpants, before palming the bulge in his boxers.

“damn, daddy.” you giggle, tracing the wet spot. “all of this for me?”

“jesus, girl, you can’t even follow orders?” he groans, grabbing at your wrists and forcefully makes you pull down his boxers. his dick sprung up, nearly hitting your nose. angry, veiny, girthy. the others you've hooked up with pales in comparison to the older man.

you've never been nervous. it was big, too big. "toji, that.. that's not gonna fit." you mumble meekly, staring at it.

"fuck, girl, i know you've taken dick before. don't tell me you're tappin' out so early." he leers. "use your hands if it's too much." he gets comfortable in the leather seat, yanking you closer to the tower he calls his dick.

"daddy. you're so mean." you whine, your breath hitting his tip. "its so hot." he isn't having your shit. he just grips your hair tighter, forcing your mouth open with his other hand. he only pushes your head down so that your lips clamp on his tip.

"urgh- to-" the wind is nearly knocked out of you as he shoves his fat dick further down your throat. it's so messy, tears prick your eyes and your saliva mixed with his pre-cum trickles down his cock, dripping down his balls. now was the absolute worse time to have a gag reflex, stomach heaving as you struggle to open your jaw to fit all of him.

"ahf, to-.." your moans are muffled by his cock, whimpers and whines reaching his ears as you find the energy to bob your head up and down.

"fuuck. good girl." his grip on your hair loosens, allowing you to catch your breath as your mouth unlatches from his dick.

"shit, oldie, what the fuck?!" you whine, coughing into your school blazer.

"just giving ya a break." he's kinda nice at times, wiping away your smeared mascara. "but i'm not nice all the time. you're sucking me off, girl."

you shoot him a glare. "just.. don't shove it directly down my throat."

he chuckles, caressing your cheek. "hurry on, sweet girl."

you whimper, but you abide grudgingly. your sloppy mouth takes him so well, he lets out a low groan of satisfaction at the way your teary eyes make eye contact with him.

"fuck, yes, sweetheart." his calloused hands guide your head up and down as the slick collects and drips down his base. "such a good fucking girl, yes, mmh.." he's merely using you as a cocksleeve now, your tongue swirling around his tip. your nails make half moon indents on his muscular thighs, your staggered breaths hitting his trimmed pubes. your obscene sounds play like music to the older man, your teary, coy eyes glassy as he fucks your throat.

you lick the vein on underside of his cock, bobbing your head up and down, giving yourself a break by also licking the skin on his balls.

using your nimble fingers, you toy with the base of his cock.

“ah, to-ji, please…!” you croak, as his hips piston once more into your awaiting mouth, cum brimming in the back of your throat. you have no choice but to swallow.

the way your teary countenance and cum-dripping lips look to him is delectable. he laughs, throwing his head back as he comfortingly pulls your hair back.

“good girl.” he grins as he sees you wipe the cum off your lips. “you’re getting better by the second.” his expression was so pestiferous- he enjoyed seeing you cough, he enjoyed how you cleared your throat since it was so hoarse. he liked seeing you fix your messy lip gloss, liked seeing you sniffle as you rest your temple on his knee, looking up at him like a darling little kitten. begging for more.

you had never felt so needy before. blowjobs were something you just gave to get a feel for how big a guy was. and if it wasn't to your standards, you left disappointed but he at least got something out of it.

"sweet girl." his fingers toyed with your hair, as if to apologize and comfort you for the rough treatment.

"toji." you whimper, bottom lip sticking out. "please.. i want it so badly."

"ask nicely." he demands, stroking a strand away from your face.

"...please can you fuck me?" you repeat.

"again. use my name."

you groan. he's really making you work for it. "fuck. fuck me, mister, please!" you shift uncomfortably, finally sitting back up on the seat. "toji, pleasee." you whine, straddling his lap again, hovering over his semi-hard cock, while kissing his cheek. "need you so badly."

he chuckles, hands sliding to grip your hips, letting you kiss down his neck. "ah, little minx. can't say no to such a sweet request, can i now?" he drawls, calloused hands sliding down your skirt to squeeze the meat of your ass.

"ah... 'es, toji.." you murmur, kissing his lips. it was your first with him. his lips were chapped in contrast to yours. you tasted like your berry lip oil and his cum at the same time, and he tasted like cigarettes. your head was tilted, your manicure digging into his shoulder as you ravished his lips.

"you taste good, sweetheart." he purrs, guiding you as he maneuvers your thong off of your body. "i'll be taking this, by the way." he whispers, placing a kiss on your neck, stuffing your panties into the pocket of his grey sweatpants.

"t-toji!" you peep, eyes wide in bewilderment. "g-give them back-"

"nah." he sits you down on his lap completely, the base of his now rock hard cock teasing your aching, sopping slit. "ride me, girl. wanna see you try."

your face was even more flustered, if that was even possible. "whatever you say, daddy." you feign your confidence, adjusting your position.

he slides off your white blouse, unlatching your bra. "pretty little tits. wonder who else saw these, hmm?" he teases, tongue teasing your peaks.

"ah- toji! fuck! n...not so sudden!" you instinctively arch your back, nails sinking into his chest covered by his compression shirt. he simply wraps his arms around your waist even tighter, virtually feasting on your perky breasts. "toji! fuck, not there..!" you squeak, noticing the salacious string of of love bites dissipated on your neck, collarbone, and under breasts.

"mm.. nah. i like marking up my girl." he mutters, taking in your nipple in between his teeth.

"ow!" you yelp, tugging on his hair instinctively. "that hurt."

"oh, 'm sorry, baby. won't happen again." his sleazy grin says otherwise.

"toji, ah... need more." you whimper, rocking your hips against his cock, wetting the base with your arousal. "want you in me so bad."

his eyes were dark hearing your pleas, his fingers gripping the meat of your ass. "damn, nasty girl, begging for it? might just give you what you want if you promise to be good."

"please, daddy." you groan, lifting your hips up to hover over his dick.

"so impatient..." he sighs, pressing a butterfly kiss to the back of your ear. "go ahead."

you perk up at his allowance, gently swirling the tip around your dripping arousal, flicking your clit with it. "ah.. fuck!" you cry in excitement, sinking onto his cock, so fast, and you didn't even do that much foreplay to be this wet.

"shit, y’er such a slut." toji groans, feeling you engulf him, you feel amazing. "juust like that, baby, good girl." he presses a wet kiss to your nipple. "ride me, i want to find out how quickly you can cum.”

"t-toji, shit." you croak, feeling the slightly uncomfortable stretch. "wait, please, one second..."

"poor baby." he croons in your ear, stroking your hair softly as you bury your head in his chest, trying to adjust. "too big for you?"

"mhm." your sweet voice comes out muffled, relishing his scent. "can we wait?" you mumble. “let me get used to you?”

he barks. “this ain’t for your comfort, darling. you need ta be taught a lesson here.” his eyes flash with a dangerous spark. “y’er lucky i like you a lil’ bit, letting you ride me and all.”

you whimper, feeling more relaxed after slowly rocking your hips. “ngh- it’s so deep, daddy-“ you groan, finally finding the strength to bounce on his dick. “shittt.” you cry, feebly moving faster to chase your high.

“such a good little slut, hm?” toji chuckles, kneading your ass. “tight pussy for such a loose girl. doin’ daddy so well."

“fuck, fuck, yes!!” you cry. “ah.. ngh- daddy, so good, mmh..”

your mind was hazy, focused on riding him with all the determination you got. you lifted your hips and then sank down on him again, moaning his name over and over again. "t-too good, daddy...!" you whine, chasing your high with all your might, legs cramping.

you felt toji's hands twitch at the side of your hips, granting you some leeway by meeting your thrusts halfway, legs spreading a bit further apart. god, how could he have resisted your temptations for so long? he was so infatuated with the way you cried out his name, kohl smeared around your eyes. the lewd cherry on top was the way your tits bounced in his face, as he fucked you senseless.

"harder, daddy, please...!" you claw at his shoulders, nearly ripping the slutty compression shirt.

and harder he went, his hips slamming into your ass, feeling the slick from your wet cunt stain the expensive leather. you felt the car lurch forward. he made the car bounce over and over again, every time he pounded into your perfect pussy.

"you like it, baby?" he asks you, lips latched to your breasts. "dirty girl- hah- likes my cock rough?"

"yes, yes, -ahh- dont stop, please!" your back arches like cat, relieving your leg cramp by your impending orgasm. the bastard made it so much better worse by thumbing your swollen clit, your legs freezing, rendering you helpless.

"you're so sexy like this." he chuckles, seeing you're letting him throw you around like a doll. "taking me like such a good girl, seemed you learned your lesson, hm?" toji pinches your nipple with his other hand, slowing down when you spray all over his thighs with a scream of his name, soaking his grey sweatpants. "fuck, oh my god. " you cry, your orgasm lasting a lifetime, clenching onto him. he relished in the obscene squelch, toji's coil in his stomach was gonna snap soon. the sound of your moans fills the small space of the car, and toji can feel the vibrations of your pleasure echoing through the metal frame.

"daddy-" you choke, "cum in me. p-lease." you whimper, desperate for him, all of him.

"dirty, dirty girl." he sneers, roughly grabbing at your waist to hit into you deeper. "want to be a mom at 19? slut." he groans, when you pick up the slack, slamming your ass down.

"mhh- 'm on the pill, just- ah! please..!" you gasp, when you feel him thrust once more, a harsh smack on your ass ringing.

"take- it." he grunts, feeling his vision blur as he empties his load into your awaiting, perfect pussy. you feel so much of it, so much it's trailing down your thighs.

"ah..! toji." you whisper, eyes wide.

"don't give me that look, you wanted it." he snaps, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "good girl." he adds, his tone slightly softer.

you don't say anything in return, opting to melt in his arms, feeling his cock soften inside you. "mmm."

he presses a kiss to your temple, "clean yourself up, brat."

you whine. "why am i back to brat?"

he rolls his eyes. "jesus fucking christ. clean up, princess. i need a smoke." he pulls out reluctantly, shamelessly grinning when he sees his cum drip down your thighs. you let him go, lending him a jacket to hide the wet spot you made on his pants.

he's standing outside, leaning on the dashboard as he's texting someone- your father, probably- taking a puff of his cigarette.

you dress again, fixing your skirt and retrieving your bra. you get out of the car, quiet footsteps approaching him, hugging him.

toji is startled when you suddenly appear beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him with that sickly sweet pout. he can feel her breath tickling his neck, and he takes another drag from his cigarette before looking down at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "princess," he says dryly, "what are you doing?"

he takes your silence as a hint to return your affection.

he puts an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and sharing some of his warmth as you two stand together under the setting sun. "we gotta go home soon, princess."

"don't wanna." you murmur.

"aw. c'mon, princess. y'er daddy's asking where we are." he shuts off his phone, putting it in his pocket.

"mm. okay. lets go home." you sigh.

toji takes one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it away and putting it out with his foot. Then he wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him and kissing you deeply on the lips. "parting gift?" he smirks.

you laugh. "whatever, daddy."

"let's go home now, sweet girl." he rolls his eyes, laughing as you pepper kisses over his face. "and remember..." he adds on, his voice a smooth murmur. "our little secret." he holds out his pinky.

"your little secret." you whisper, twisting pinkies into a small promise, unfolding for better or worse?

hii i was so lazy writing this (took me a whole damn month) (more like two) but i had to get this out i lobe bodyguard!toji so so so muchhhhh 🙁🙁 (not enough to not be lazy)

reminder that fiction is not reality and don't base off sexual relations w/ smut or p-rn. things are exaggerated and they are fantasies. just an fyi because i gen feel so icky when i write darker content (smut) and how it could impact people who read it... just make sure that there's always consent, you're vocal about boundaries, and you feel safe.

reblogs appreciated i love u guys 🤩

༝༚༝༚ indy

- cross posted on ao3- miniminari (linked if i actually posted it LMAO)

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[mrs-monaghan]

Hi!

Iam missing Jikook a lot😔. Iam not sure of their live😏cuz i feel jimin is not ready to risk them so can u please share any interesting tea/ delulu theories u have on Jkk so that i can be delulu with you😜

Interesting tea or delulu theories I may have? I dont have any tea that's not already out there 😁 so we are left with delulu theories.

I am gonna bring this back because the fact that no one seems to find it is really sus. I shared this tweet, yeah?

And then we are still trying to find the OG. And my friend found this

But she says it cant be real because that wasn't the setting when she watched Jin say that. She says

Note this is a different person bringing this up??? Now we got 3 people who all seem to know this moment. So it has to be out there somewhere. So while watching old content please keep an eye out. It comes from Jin, he's wearing blue and they're in a van. Or he's in a van. That's all we know so far 😂😂

Honestly I would really love to find this moment because it's everything. JK moaning Jimin's name in his sleep because someone touched his sensitive nipples. That aint no small thing fam. You get me? (I'm currently watching Top Boy on Netflix so I'm currently talking like them😂😂) It proves... well, it proves Jimin plays with the Jungtiddies 🤣🤣 enough to make JK moan👀 which we can't blame him can we?

Onto delulu theory number 2

You're looking for this dude who is supposedly our dude. Who's not really ours but Jimin's? But anygays,

I, personally don't buy it, but you asked for delulu theories and this is definitely one that's floating about. I however, do appreciate when jkkrs admit they're being delulu though... keeps a good balance, you know? 😂😂😂

Oh, hold on. I do have tea!

No receipts so you know.... up to u if u wanna buy it or not. I only believe it coz it makes sense and we've had plenty proof of it in the past. So it's not that krazy to imagine Jikook eating together or getting spotted just being... you know?

Okay anon, thats all I got for now. Come back next time 😁😁😁

I accidentally uploaded that when I was uploading everything else but I've decided to leave it coz its an iconic Jkk moment 🤗🤗 see ya! 👋🏽

#delulu #delulu time #jikook theories #jikook theory #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts #Jungtiddies

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Only the Strong Survive Ch. 6

Series Summary: Lexie Weston is in a terrible, abusive marriage. In her mind and soul, she feels like she has no way out that won't result in her death. But something changes in her life to make her take the risk. Can she rely on Sheriff Beau Arlen to protect her like he said he would, or will this risk lead to ruin?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x OFC (eventual)

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut, Angst, Fluff throughout. A pretty slow burn, TW: Abusive marriage, Domestic abuse will be talked about throughout. Chapter warnings will be more specific

Word Count: 3,348

Chapter Summary: Y/N is starting to realize some exciting and scary truths.

Chapter Warnings: Not many in this chapter. Brief mentions of abusive relationships, and hard times.

A/N: So, this next chapter took almost an entire year to get out to those of you who've been enjoying this series. I apologize profusely, and can only blame it on my cruel muses, who stalled this story in my brain. But I'm very grateful to those of you who said kind things about the story and said you were looking forward to the rest. It's encouraging to have people say they want to hear more. (In a friendly, kind way, of course.) So thank you, and I don't think the next chapter will take another whole year. (Like six months, tops. 😜 JK! JK!)

Hope you enjoy Ch. 6!

P.S. This song features in the chapter - To Make You Feel My Love and I've linked the version I was imagining here. (Minus the cheering crowd, and with a singer I love EVEN more than Garth Brooks.)

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @saradika

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Lexi stood in front of the full length mirror and shook her head at her reflection for the dozenth time that day. She felt ridiculous.

“Ooh, you look so cute!”

Cicely Travis was beaming as she came up behind Lexi to squeeze her shoulders. The young, tall, brash, and outspoken woman had become a good friend to Lexi in the months that she’d been staying at Haven House. She was a decade younger than Lexi, but seemed to have lived four lifetimes in her mere quarter century of life. 

The women had shared some of their hardships with each other, but certainly not all, so Lexi only knew that Cicely had run away from home at thirteen to get away from her mom’s boyfriend, and that she’d spent some of the years since as a sex worker. It was one of the things she’d told Lexi right away. 

“I was a hooker and a stripper.” Cicely had told her out of the blue on only their second meeting. When Lexi had just blinked at her for a moment, Cicely had explained. “I’m not any more, but I like to tell people that right off, so that there’s no misunderstandings or issues down the road. I did what I did, and I’m not ashamed, so, if that’s gonna stop you being a friend, then I wanna know that now. You know, save us both time.”

Lexi had just shaken her head and shrugged. “I don’t care.” She’d said honestly. “We all survive and exist the best we can. Sucks being a woman sometimes.”

Cicely had snorted. “Damn right, sister.”

Since then the women had bonded over some shared hardships and the general shittiness of most of the men they’d known. Cicely had also been there for her as Lexi had proceeded through four more court dates over the last two months.

She hadn’t been asked to speak again, thank god, but the judge insisted on all her written and recorded accounts being read into the record. So four times she’d had to sit in the courtroom and listen to Marsha read out her words describing the abuse, or else listen to her own timid voice coming through a tinny recording as she recounted years worth of trauma. 

And every time, after getting a ride home from Beau complete with his encouragement that everything was going to work out, she went to Cicely’s room to commiserate about the day and to admit just how scared she was. She never wanted to admit her fears to Beau because she didn’t want to burden him more than she already had. But also, she didn't want him to think she was just this scared, trembling thing. 

He’d called her a warrior, and she wanted him to keep believing that.

But Cicely would listen, and then trash Simon and the judge and Simon’s lawyer endlessly. It felt very therapeutic to Lexi, and Cicely often made her laugh with her slightly crude, but always hilarious sense of humor. 

She was the perfect kind of friend for Lexi; someone non-judgmental, who was so brash and loud, and talkative, that it became impossible for Lexi to stay quiet and shy. Cicely just pulled her along in the conversation no matter what.

Now the younger woman smoothed down the back of the blue polyester robe that Lexi wore, before stepping in front of her to beam at her. 

“This is so stupid.” Lexi said for the hundredth time that day. “I look like the world’s oldest high school graduate.” She rolled her eyes.

Cicely shook her head. “Nah, don’t be silly.” She pulled the graduation robe tight across Lexi’s baby bump. “You look more like a knocked up teenager.”

Lexi couldn’t help snorting out a laugh. She slapped Cicely’s hands away and let the gown fall back loose.

“Seriously,” Lexi continued, “I can’t believe they're putting on this whole thing. It feels like a bit much for passing a GED test.”

As she finished and before Cicely could respond she looked into the mirror and saw Beau and Jenny saunter into the tent.

“Oh my god!” Lexi cried as she spun around to face them. “What are you doing here?”

They both smiled and Jenny gave her a hug. “We’re here to celebrate you graduating, of course.” She answered as she stepped back beside Beau.

Lexi felt her cheeks go crimson. “Oh, for pete’s sake, I’m not graduating.” She shook her head. “I passed a test.”

“Lexi, this is a big deal. You should be proud of your accomplishments.” Beau argued while Jenny nodded.

Cicely gently bumped Lexi in the shoulder with her own. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her all day. We deserve to be celebrated!” She turned her head towards Lexi. “You listen to this beautiful man when he tells you things. He’s obviously very wise.”

Beau gave a mock bow. “Thank you, thank you.” He turned to Jenny and tapped a finger against his temple. “See, what have I been telling you? Wisdom.”

Jenny rolled her eyes and continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “Seriously, Lexi, this is definitely worth celebrating. And to that end, the station is hosting a little graduation party for everyone this evening. Six o’clock, at Beau’s trailer. The land is beautiful, and there will be a huge bonfire to ward off the chill, and amazing BBQ and drinks.” She smiled at Lexi. “And sparkling cider for those of us who can’t partake.”

Beau looked at Lexi, understanding in his gaze as he obviously caught the trepidation in her expression. “There will also be more than a dozen cops there, so you’ll all be very safe.”

Lexi was amazed sometimes how easily Beau understood her. He seemed to read her mind at times, and he always knew just what to say to make her feel better, or feel safe. It made her happy and nervous at the same time. She could feel the way her heart was responding to him, could feel the way her body responded to him too. 

When he was close to her, she always wanted to lean in to him, always wanted his arms around her. She remembered the way it had felt to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, and now when she looked at him, she was uncomfortably aware of his mouth and how she'd been mere inches away from feeling his lips under hers.

At one of her most recent doctor’s appointments, the doctor had informed her that many women notice an increased libido during the second trimester, and warned her to make sure if she had sex to use a condom as being pregnant didn’t stop her from getting an STI.

Lexi had blushed, but told the doctor there was no chance of that. But she was blaming the increased libido for why her heart raced, and butterflies flew wildly in her belly every time Beau was near. 

She didn’t know very much about sex outside of her marriage. She’d slept with three guys before Simon, and none of them had been exactly earth shattering. Of course, sex with Simon had started out as nothing special and turned into a nightmare. Thankfully in the last few years of their marriage, he hadn’t been much interested in her, and he had very little ability to get it up, so she’d at least been granted that small mercy.

So, this was the first time she’d ever felt this kind of strong attraction to someone. It was slightly overwhelming, so she was definitely blaming it on the hormones racing through her blood while also trying desperately to ignore it altogether.

Jenny gave them final details about the after party and then she and Beau hugged Lexi and Cicely quickly before going to take their place in the high school gym that was hosting their small graduation ceremony. 

After they were gone, Cicely whistled slowly. “Je-sus CHRIST, that man is fine!”

Lexi choked slightly on her laughter. “Cicely!”

The other woman gave her a look. “You telling me you don’t think so?”

Lexi shrugged. “That’s not the point. He’s our friend. He’s been very kind to me.”

Cicely frowned at her. “So? That makes him LESS attractive?”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “I just mean, I don’t wanna talk about him like that.”

Cicely snorted. “There’s nothing wrong with appreciating beauty where you see it. I’m telling you, if I thought I had a chance in hell of pulling him away, I would be all OVER that man.”

Lexi felt her heart plummet. “Pull him away? I thought…” She cleared her throat. “I thought he was divorced. I didn’t realize he was with someone.”

Cicely looked at her like she was nuts. “You can not possibly be that obtuse.”

Lexi frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Cicely rolled her eyes. “What am I…? Girl, that man is so far gone for you it’s almost pathetic.”

Lexi’s eyes grew huge. “What are you talking about? Are you crazy? He’s not interested in me like that. He’s just a kind person. He’s a friend.”

Cicely gave her a deadpan stare and Lexi waved at her dismissively. “You’re crazy.” She said again.

Her friend shook her head. “Lexi, seriously. Beau is kind and friendly to me. He’s kind and friendly to his co-workers, to Sarah, to the other women here. But it’s not the same. When he looks at you, his face gets all…gooey.”

Lexi snorted out a laugh. “Gooey? Beau Arlen is not gooey about me.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Sarah poked her head into the room. “Okay, ladies - showtime! Everyone out in the hall to line up.”

Lexi smoothed down her gown and moved towards the door, but Cicely held her back a moment. “Okay, just pay attention tonight, at the Barbeque. If you pay attention, I know you’ll see it. And I say when you see it, baby, jump on it.”

Lexi shook her head and followed Cicely out the door. Her friend was wrong, imagining things. She knew it. Beau didn’t think of her as anything but a friend and someone he was trying to keep safe. 

That was all…right?

***

The women and their children were shuttled over from the high school to Beau’s in a rented school bus, and when they all arrived - the party started.

Beau’s land was very beautiful, Lexi thought. It was situated in a valley with a stunning view of the mountains all around. When they arrived around six o’clock, the mid-March sun was already sinking in the west, being swallowed up by the peaks in the distance. It was a perfect night, though, slightly warmer than usual, with no wind, and a huge bonfire to throw off plenty of heat.

The kids all immediately started a game of tag in the field, and left their moms to chat and mingle with each other, the deputies, and the Haven House staff in attendance. The atmosphere was jovial and celebratory, and despite herself, Lexi began to feel excited and proud. 

Not long after her arrival, she met Beau at the grill. He was laughing and joking with everyone, proclaiming he was king of the grill. As she watched him tease Deputy Poppernak, she shook her head at Cicely. She was crazy, Beau was this way with everyone. 

But then he spotted her standing in the crowd and his face did…change. She didn’t know that she’d call it gooey. But his eyes definitely lit up, and he left his precious grill to come up and give her a hug.

“Lexi, you looked so great up on that stage! Congratulations!”

She hugged him back, closing her eyes and trying to get Cicely’s words out of her head while also trying to ignore the way Beau’s strong arms felt locked around her. She inhaled his cologne and the butterflies were back. He pulled out of the embrace and she smiled at the ground.

“Thanks, it was a really nice ceremony.”

“Congratulations.” Said a voice from behind her and Lexi turned to see a teenage girl walking up to stand beside Beau. “How hot are those polyester robes? I want to dress accordingly when I graduate next year.”

Beau chuckled. “Lexi, this is my daughter, Emily. Em, this is Lexi Weston.”

Lexi shook her head as she took Emily’s outstretched hand. “It’s Howard again, actually.” She looked at Beau. “Marsha is helping me with the paperwork to change back to my maiden name.”

He nodded and smiled softly. “That’s great.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Howard.” Emily said politely.

“No, please, it’s really just Lexi. And it’s so nice to meet you too. You know your dad talks about you all the time.”

“Oh my god, how boring for you.” Emily said with a pained smile and an elbow to her dad’s ribs.

Lexi laughed lightly. “No, I like his Emily stories, he’s helping me prepare.” She explained with a hand on her baby bump. In the last couple of weeks it had become an honest to goodness bump, obvious unless she was wearing something flowy. The t-shirt she and leggings she wore now did nothing to conceal it. 

“Oh, good.” Emily said with a grin. “I love when he tells baby stories about me. It’s not embarrassing at all.”

Lexi laughed, and Emily reached up to kiss her dad’s cheek. “I’m gonna go organize the kids into lines to make s’mores.” She looked back at Lexi. “Congrats again.”

She bounded away and started the kid round-up. Lexi smiled and moved to stand beside Beau and watch. “She’s really great. So smart and capable.” She said as she watched the young girl effortlessly get the kids in line, and enlist the deputies to haul the s'mores making ingredients over to the bonfire.

Beau’s smile was all pride. “Yeah, she’s pretty incredible.”

Their attention was wrenched back to the barbeque as Poppernak called to Beau. “Hey boss, as king of the grill, you might wanna come figure out where all this black smoke is coming from!”

***

A couple of hours later most of the people had gravitated to sit around the big bonfire where it was warmest. There were dozens of chairs set around it, and lots of blankets to share.

Cicely and Lexi were almost in each other’s laps, curled up on a big adirondack chair under a thick wool blanket. They were very toasty, and Lexi was loving the peace and contentment she felt as she just listened to the soft rise and fall of conversations around her, the laughter that would break out occasionally, the sleepy voices of little ones in their moms’ arms, and the sharp crackling of the sweet smelling wood as it burned.

A couple of seats away Beau was leaning towards Cassie and talking animatedly with his hands. She couldn’t make out his exact words, but she liked to watch his expressions; he was so animated she could almost guess at the conversation.

He said something to make Cassie laugh and then he looked up and caught Lexi’s eye. His smile turned soft and he winked at her. “Comfy over there?” He asked a bit louder.

Lexi nodded happily. “Very.”

“Good.” His smile lingered a moment before his attention was snagged by Emily.

Cicely pinched Lexi lightly and cleared her throat. “Goo-ey.” She whispered conspiratorially.

Lexi slapped her friend’s thigh under the blanket. “Stop it.”

Cicely hummed noncommittally. “Whatever.”

When Lexi looked back at Beau he was shaking his head at Emily who was trying to pass him a guitar. Other people around the fire seemed to notice at the same time and they quieted down to listen. 

“No, god.” Beau was saying with an embarrassed laugh. “I’m not gonna subject these lovely people to my singing.”

His deputies all started egging him on too, but he was shaking his head, adamantly refusing to take the guitar from his daughter. Finally she pleaded with him.

“Please, you used to sing all the time.”

“Yeah, to make you go to sleep. Pretty sure you’d just pretend to make me stop.”

Emily pouted at him. “No, I loved listening to you. Come on.” She paused. “You haven’t picked up a guitar since…since before you left Dallas.”

A look shifted over Beau’s face that Lexi couldn’t interpret. He seemed sad, but also wary. He sighed. “Em -” 

“Please!” She interrupted him. 

With an even deeper sigh he finally took the guitar from her. His audience clapped and he shook his head, clearly embarrassed. “Oh god. What am I supposed to sing?” He asked his daughter, slightly desperate sounding. 

“Sing that one you used to sing.”

Beau lifted his hand in exasperation. “What one I used to sing.”

“The ‘love’ one…the…make you feel the love.”

“Make you feel my love?” Cassie clarified and Emily nodded. “Ooh, I love that song!”

Beau was obviously still very reluctant, but he settled the guitar on his lap and strummed a few chords before adjusting the tuning pegs to his liking. Finally he cleared his throat and shook his head as he looked out at the now silent audience staring at him.

“Oh boy.” He said quietly and everyone chuckled. “Sorry.” He said with a shake of his head.

Then he began plucking at the strings and a warm melody surrounded them all. When Beau began singing there was a collective intake of breath, clear surprise on everyone’s faces. His voice was warm and full, melodic and emotive. In short, it was beautiful.

When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I would offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love

He watched Emily as he sang the words and Lexi knew he meant every word he sang to her. He looked around the circle with a slightly sheepish smile as he strummed out the melody between verses, but his eye caught Lexi’s again as he began the second verse, and it was as though something kept their gazes locked as he sang. Lexi couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one to dry your tears I would hold you for a million years To make you feel my love

He strummed his way into the first bridge and then looked down at the ground before looking back at the rest of his audience as he began singing the bridge. Even though he wasn’t staring at her anymore, Lexi could feel every word he sang as though it was only the two of them there and he was singing it right to her.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met There’s no doubt in my mind where you belong

Cause I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue And I'd go crawling down the avenue There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on a rolling sea And down the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free Oh, but you ain't seen nothing like me yet

The last verse he sang slowly, plucking the strings gently, and there was no doubt that he’d cast a kind of enchantment over the whole group.

Cause there ain’t nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the Earth for you Make you happy, make your dreams come true To make you feel my love

The last note echoed into the evening air and there was a moment of peaceful quiet before everyone started clapping and talking at once. Several deputies got up to slap Beau on the back, and everyone was shouting disbelief and praise. 

For his part, Beau turned very red, and thrust the guitar back into Emily’s hands before wrapping one arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and kissing the top of her head.

Beside her Cicely sighed deeply and repeated herself to Lexi. “Gooey.” She said, but her tone was definitely saying, “I told you so.”

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My gosh, I have so many thoughts about the new Bad Batch episode...read my long rambling at your own risk 😜

First of all, when Lieutenant Nolan referred to Clones as “used equipment”...oooohhhhh my blood had never boiled so much so quickly!! I literally snapped at my scream, “You freaking bitch!” Cuz nobody disses my Clone boys like that!! Hated him immediately (though I’m pretty sure that was the point)

I liked Mayday and it made me kind of sad hearing the hesitation from Crosshair before saying his name to him. He’s gotten so used to being called by a number and no one has wanted or used his name since Cody. I can’t even imagine the hell he’s been through since returning to Coruscant from Kamino. I feel so sorry for him.

Not gonna lie, I really thought when Crosshair stepped on that mine that it was gonna turn into a “I’m gonna die if I move off this grenade and now I’m suddenly full of regret” scene/episode that would make Crosshair realize he really made the wrong choice and he misses his brothers. It made me sad when he mentioned them to Mayday. It was one brief mention, but it was still enough to know that he thinks about them. Luckily, the detonator didn’t go off and nothing happened, so that was good. 

Then I kept thinking Crosshair and Mayday were gonna get trapped in that tunnel especially when the ceiling started shaking. There were a lot of moments where I thought something was gonna happen and then it didn’t, which kept me on edge the whole time (more than I already was) Then with the avalanche, I thought they would manage to outrun it or find a spot to hunker down and wait it out, but no, they both got caught in it!! Like what is this??

The new armor for the new military and Mayday lamenting over their place now in the galaxy...I said out loud, “Listen to him, Crosshair! Listen to him!! He’s speaking truth, everything you’ve done for the Empire is amounting to nothing! This isn’t where you belong!”

Crosshair panicking over Mayday and then carrying him so far to safety...this is what really got me. This is Crosshair...an enhanced Clone who despised regular Clones...who was now carrying a regular Clone through blizzards and treacherous snow to try and save his life! A reg, of all people!! All that time, Crosshair believed he was superior to regular Clones (”We’re not like the regs, we never have been. We’re superior.”/Hunter says they’ll phase out Clones: “Not the ones that matter.”) and then he literally risked his life for a reg. TALK ABOUT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!! Oh Crosshair, my boy, you’re growing up...you’re beginning to see the light at long last...And then, to make it even more heartbreaking, he begged for the Lieutenant to help Mayday and I mean begged, literally on his knees and everything! If anyone had told Crosshair some time ago that he would do such a thing, there’s no way he would’ve believed them. And once again, hearing Nolan’s awful and degrading comments about how Crosshair and the Clones are all expendable...he was making me want to commit murder! I was furious!!

And then...the defining moment...Crosshair shooting Lieutenant Nolan to avenge Mayday!! He killed an Imperial to avenge the death of a reg, once again something he would’ve never fathomed doing before. First of all, I know a lot of people said they cheered at that moment. I couldn’t. I was too in shock at the fact that Crosshair had actually done that. It was something I had hoped he would do for a long time (though for a while I wished it had been Rampart) showing that he was actually going to defect from the Empire, but I didn’t believe it would actually happen. Then to see it with my very eyes...all I could do was gasp and wait with bated breath. I was happy; he had finally come to see the true nature of the Empire and was making the right choice, but then I was afraid because I knew he would be in trouble!

And Crosshair is most DEFINITELY in trouble now because he’s in possibly the worst place he could be in at Mount Tantiss and I am terrified of what’s going to happen to him!!

Crosshair had been told over and over again by Hunter that the Empire didn’t give a shit about him and he refused to listen...he saw slight examples of it with Rampart and he refused to see the truth...it took him hearing it from an actual Imperial for him to finally see the light. He had to hear the words “you’re expendable” from someone of the Empire for the message to finally sink in and for him to realize he’s made the wrong choice. The symbolism of him on his knees, wrought so low, in front of an Imperial who thinks Crosshair is below him is just incredibly humbling imagery and I feel that too helped drive it all home for Crosshair. He may never acknowledge aloud that Hunter was right and he was wrong, but I’m sure at this point, he still knows it deep down. I was so proud of him for finally seeing the truth and doing something right about it. While his choice may result in terrible consequences, it was still a step in the right direction that I am praying fervently pays off eventually. I need him back with his brothers and sister. I don’t know how it’s going to happen, but I really hope it does.

The next episode is called “Pabu”...which offers us no clue as to what it’s going to be about at all! Most of the time, we can infer what a new episode might be about based on the title and possibly based on events from previous episodes...”Pabu” gives us nothing at all and I feel like that was done on purpose!! They give us this emotionally devastating episode and then no hint as to what’s coming next. Will it be another Crosshair episode? Will it go back to the Batch? Will it be Rex and Echo this time? Or something totally different? We have no idea and that scares me even more.

I may not be a Crosshair simp, but I still love him dearly and even though he’s been incredibly frustrating since season 1, all I’ve wanted was for him to have his eyes opened to the truth surrounding him and come to his senses. I just want him home with his family where he truly belongs. His time with the Empire is coming to an end; the end is just on the horizon. I’m still holding to the hope that he will make it through this redemption arc without having to die. Everyone compares him to Zuko and Kallus, who both were redeemed with wonderfully written arcs without dying and I’m praying hard that the same will happen to Crosshair. I know there’s a few theories I’ve seen of what could happen moving forward in the last 4 episodes of the season, but I almost don’t want to think of any of those cuz all of them make me anxious and I don’t want them to happen, even though more than likely one of them just might.

This episode, while heartbreaking and devastating, was absolutely incredible. I’m now beginning to see why everyone who saw the show before it aired said Crosshair is the standout of the season. This is just the beginning for him and I look forward to (and dread) seeing what the rest of the season is going to be like for him. I love him, I missed him and I’m proud of him after this episode.

Final note: freaking Dee Bradley Baker deserves a freaking award for his voice acting for Crosshair after this episode!!! Seriously, the depth and raw emotion I could hear in his voice when talking about Clone Force 99, when panicking over Mayday, when begging the Lieutenant to save his friend and then seething with rage when nothing was done and Mayday died...was absolutely top tier voice acting! This man continues to amaze me with his range of talent! One moment, he can make you swoon with a Clone’s voice and then the next, he can break your heart with it. No wonder he loved this episode so much and Crosshair was his favorite Batcher to voice because of it.

Okay, long ramble over! I just have so many thoughts about this episode and I’m pretty sure not all of them even made it into this post. It’s going to take me until the next episode for me to fully process everything that happened. I was not prepared for all of this...and frankly, I’m not prepared for the next 4 episodes either. This is going to be one hell of a ride, my friends, as we near the season finale. 

May the Force be with us all.

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That was the cutest, most sweetest 😉 ‘non date’ date ever, can they just date properly already… 🙄 my impatient butt can’t wait any longer lol.

"It's cute, isn't it?" He eagerly asks. "As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to take you here."… "Why?"… "Because I couldn't think of anyone else who'd appreciate it as much as me besides you, my little snack fiend."

The way she lives rent free in his mind… ughhh… the cute lil nickname 🫠 I hope he saved her name as that in his phone lol

‘Sunwoo's voice pulls your eyes to him. "Anything catching your interest?"

…you mean apart from you?!!!!!! 😏

‘Anything catching your interest? You mean besides the fact that Sunwoo isn't giving the pretty employee the time of day while she stares at him with clear intrigue?’

If a pretty woman with cakes, couldn’t catch his attention, he has to be in love. Hotel de la Sunwoo is officially out of business forever lol

"Hey, stop being cute. My heart can't handle it."… "I said stop being cute. Not continue doing it," he mutters, but you still hear his words, and it only causes your heart to beat at triple speed.’

Can they both stop being so cute?!!!! my heart is starting to feel, feelings…

“Who told you Sunwoo was staying with me?"… "Minjee," he finally answers.’

Of course that demon was the instigator of all the Jay chaos. Why does she know so much about y/n’s life? Are we sure she’s not secretly in love with y/n?!!!!

On a serious note, what 🤮 did was actually really messed up. I don’t know if she was aware of Jay & y/n’s volatile history but bringing someones ex back into their life, especially when you don’t know their history, is reckless and potentially dangerous.

I can’t remember if you said if there was any physical ab*se in the relationship, but the way he grabbed y/n wrist at the apartment, I’d say he was a couple steps away from it.

🤮 insane need to eliminate the non competition, unknowingly brought y/n’s abuser back into her life and could have potentially put her safety at risk.

I know is say all the time I’m not a violent person but 🤮 is just sooo annoyingly punchable and I wouldn’t be opposed to y/n kicking her a**. It would be cute to have sunwoo playfully scold y/n for fighting when she told him not to hit Jay or we could go down the non violent route 🙄 and have y/n just curse her out instead

I kinda wanna be the first to ship Jay & 🤮 maybe her crazy, will out crazy, his crazy and then they can torment or be the catalyst for change in each other. Either way they’d leave the normal people to live in peace lol

"Thank you. Thank you for sticking up for me, and for standing by my side… and for making me feel safe."

I’m not saying this is how I looked reading this but…

I know this isn’t how you described their hug, BUT! this is how my mind chose to imagine it and it won’t be dissuaded otherwise 😂

"I like keeping you safe,"

If y/n hadn’t already fallen for Sunwoo, this line alone would have definitely pushed her over the edge

I really liked this update, a much need distraction and I’m looking forward to the next one, when you’re ready. Thank you 💛

Here’s some more inspiration for that Junho story you said you’d could be persuaded to write 😜

*shhhhhhuuuuushhh… I didn’t Google how to become a pillow*

Reading these quotes again has only fueled me to write the next part with even more ferocity 😭😭❤️❤️

The sweetness and the spiciness are only going to grow more intense from here on out, and I'm having so much fun writing those moments!!

She really does live rent free in his mind and I just 🥰🥰, and you took me out with the Hotel de la Sunwoo 💀💀. It's definitely out of business 😈😈

Minjee was determined to get Sunwoo, and if that meant getting oc out of the way, than she was gonna do whatever she needed to. Whether she knew about the past relationship between her and Jay will always remain a mystery, bc they are both officially gone from this series. It's time to focus on the otp now 💅💅😂😂, but you made so many valid points!! She could've put her in serious harm, and that's why you should never mess around in other people's business!!

Imagine the hug however you want 😂😂. I'm only a couple of inches shorter than Sunwoo, so I wanted to make it pretty vague so all the shorties and also non-shorties could imagine themselves haha

The next one is already over halfway done!! It's flying out of me and I love it!! I did NOT need the Junho attack at the end, though 😭😭 especially the bed one 😭😭

#monbabyzshoebill #blurred lines love

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|NSFW Alphabet| Danny Wagner|

warnings: smuuutt

a:/n I’m sad to end this series but here’s Danny’s nsfw alphabet, what series should I do next…?😜

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A= Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

• Danny will instantly grab you a glass of water and some snacks if you need them. He will pick out some clothes for you and offer to start a shower for the both of you.

• lots of cuddles

• “you’re so pretty,honey. I love you.”

B= Body Part (favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• ASSS

•doesn’t matter if it’s big or small, he loves bootttyyy

•he likes so squish it, kiss it, or slap it ;)

C= Cum (literally anything to do with cum)

• he loves to cum in your mouth

• “open that pretty little mouth for daddy.”

•he will grab a fist full of your hair while you are on your knees in front of him, making you look up at him with your tongue out.

• “you gonna swallow all of it like a good girl, huh?”

D= Dirty Secret (little dirty secret of theirs)

•MASSIVE DADDY KINK

•Danny comes off as such a quiet, sweet boy but in the bedroom he’s WILD.

E= Experience (how experienced are they?)

•He’s only had a few romantic partners and never really was a guy to just hook up

•but he does have a lot of experience and opened up more since dating you.

F= Favorite Position (their fav position/positions)

• Missionary or Doggy for sure.

• missionary because he loves looking you right in your eyes, spitting in your mouth, slapping your face, ect.

•doggy because there’s a huge mirror in front of the bed and he can see your ass and your face and pull your hair.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, ect.)

•very serious man right here

H= Hair (how well groomed are they down there)

• trimmed down, not a lot at all.

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect,ect.)

• he’s a very romantic person no matter what. He will always make sure you know how pretty you are and how much you mean to him.

J= Jack Off ( masturbation headcanon)

• Danny likes to tie you up and jerk off in front of you, not letting you touch him or yourself. You just have to sit there until he decides it’s okay for you to touch him.

“Look at you doll, trying to get out of those cuffs and ropes trying to touch daddy’s dick. How pathetic are you?”

You just sit there until he finally untied you before he came, letting you suck him off until he came all over your face and in your mouth.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

• daddy kink, obviously.

•he loves tying you up and teasing you

•degrading / praise kink.

L= Location (favorite place to have sex)

• Danny is more of a private guy.

• don’t get me wrong, he will fuck anywhere if he has to but he prefers the bedroom.

M= Motivation ( what turns them on/ gets them going)

•literally anything you do turns Danny on. You can just be sitting there reading a book and he will want to fuck the life out of you.

N= NO (something they won’t do/ turn offs)

• anything that makes you uncomfortable he will NOT do.

O= Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skil,ect)

• it’s a 50/50 thing with him

•he loves eating you out, making you cum so many times until you have to beg him to stop.

•but he also thrives to see you gag on his huge dick and swallow all of his cum.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Ect)

•all depends on the mood

•he will overstimulate you a lot either way to make you cum multiple times.

Q= Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, ect)

•Danny likes to take his time

•but if he’s that horny before a show or something he will fuck you to relieve some of the stress.

R= Risk ( are they down to experiment? do they take risks,ect)

•always down to try things you both haven’t tried but won’t get anything that makes you or him uncomfortable.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last)

•sooo many rounds, this man never gets tired.

T= Toys (do they own sex toys? Do they use them on themself? On their partner?)

•just some vibrators, cuffs and ropes.

U= Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• Danny is a huge tease oml

• I just know that man will tease you until you’re dripping from your panties bitch.

V= Volume (how loud do they get?)

•I CAN SEE DANNY BEING SO FUCKING VOCAL

•groaning, moaning loud, so many dirty things come out of his mouth.

W= Wild Card ( just a random headcanon;))

“I want your clothes off, now.” Danny commanded.

You teased him for the past few days over text while he was at rehearsal. You knew he’d punish you when he got home. So you stripped everything off while Danny did the same with his clothes.

“On your knees.” He said, practically forcing you down to the ground, your face right in front of his dick that he was stroking.

No words could come out if your mouth, you really got to Danny this time.

“Open that pretty mouth”, he slapped your face and grabbed it, “good little slut” he said as you took his cock in your mouth.

X= X-ray ( let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

• Jesus Christ this man is PACCKKIINN.. that’s all I’m gonna say.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

• pretty high, but he can keep it under control did a while. He tries to stay professional and come of as a softy in public.

Z= Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after?)

• it takes him quite a while to get tired

• you will pass out first in his arms and he will most likely grab a book and read until he can sleep.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet x reader #gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #danny wagner #danny wagner smut #danny wagner x reader #josh kiszka #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka x reader #sam kiskza #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka smut #greta van fleet smut

[shanscript]

who: daishou x mika x v!reader

what: adult characters, female reader, movie night turns threeway, tiddie sucking, praise, fingering, vaginal oral, the glory of the suction vibe

wc: 1773

cross posted to the ao3

i get way too horny listening to this song 💦

tip me on ko-fi ✨

buhhhh this is what happens when a hot couple invites me to movie night. extreme self indulgence ahead, read at your own risk 💕

You shifted in your seat, incredibly aware of your thigh’s close proximity to Mika’s. The air around you felt thick with self-imagined tension. Some indie horror flick flashed across the flat screen before you, but you’d lost track of the plot once Mika invited you under the blanket she was sharing with Daishou. Naturally, Mika sat in the middle. You were her friend after all, and you felt awkward even accepting a spot on the couch next to them in the first place. Prior to tonight, your interactions with Daishou were pretty minimal. But you’ve spent loads of time with just Mika. So then why were you making this so weird?

You nonchalantly checked your phone, rereading a text from last night.

Mika: better watch out. else ur gonna be our third 😜

Right.

You chewed your lower lip and reminded yourself to breathe normally. You allowed yourself to relax back into the couch cushions a little. Your movement started a chain reaction in the couple beside you, both of them shuffling around to get a little more comfortable. Daishou swung one arm over Mika’s shoulders, reaching far enough to gingerly curl his fingers around your neck. Your muscles reacted with even more tension, which only got worse as Mika wrapped both arms around your midsection.

Thank god the lights were off, because the skin of your neck and cheeks was instantly set ablaze.

“Much better,” Mika sighed, nuzzling your shoulder.

Daishou gave your neck a gentle scratch. Goosebumps prickled your scalp.

“Y-yeah,” you forced out. Trying to draw a breath only reminded you how good Mika smelled.

Surely they knew what they were doing to you, right? You tried to sneak a glance at Daishou, figuring the darkness in the room had you covered. The instant waggle of his eyebrow as he caught you looking answered that question plainly. Definitely.

His eyes narrowed as he added a little pressure to the nails dragging across your skin. Your helpless expression seemed to satisfy him, a soft smirk pulled at his lips.

“Comfy?” Mika’s voice sounded different from this close. Or maybe that was intentional.

It was only then you noticed how tightly your thighs were clenched together. If you tipped your head down to look her in the eyes, you’d practically be kissing. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t the exact fantasy you’ve dreamt of before.

“Yeah,” you repeated, barely audible over the television. Mika’s fingers traced a slow slalom down your side, making their way across your stomach before creeping further downward. Your back lifted from the cushions a couple inches as she idly toyed with your waistband.

“How ‘bout now?” she cooed against your shoulder. Your body heat was nigh unbearable under the blanket. Your hands fidgeted on top of it as you processed the question.

“Mm.. yeah,” you managed, nodding your head slightly. Daishou’s hand grew more familiar with the lines of your neck, taking a pass along your jaw, then up to your earlobe. The couch creaked as he pivoted towards you. Mika sat low enough for him to lean in for a brief kiss. His lips on yours was shocking. Your eyes blew wide, a delayed reaction to your friend’s boyfriend tonguing your mouth.

Daishou withdrew mere centimeters, letting you process the moment. His sly smile was outlined by the flickering screen before you. Your lips remained parted. How he wished you could see the look on your face.

“You good?” he asked, words laced with mirth.

You couldn’t stop staring at his lips. A silent plea for more. “Mm.. hm..” you hummed shortly.

“Mm-AH!” your soft response twisted into a high whine as Mika’s fingers snuck into your panties. The sight of Daishou’s pretty, grinning mouth got lost in your eyelashes. Your body sunk back into the couch, melting under Mika’s touch. Her elegant fingers glided between your plump, needy folds.

“Fuck she’s wet,” Mika praised before biting into your shoulder with a moan.

Your head tipped over the summit of cushions, brows furrowing. You breathed brokenly, in time with the circles Mika traced around your clit. You barely registered Daishou climbing off the couch. He left for some amount of time you couldn’t measure, all of your brain dissolved into the sweet nothing of Mika’s lips on your neck. And her fingers buried in your dripping cunt. Your thighs lifted around her wrist, legs held aloft by only your toes on the floor.

Your eyes cracked open enough to watch Daishou return. His silhouette eclipsed the forgotten film behind him. The curl of Mika’s fingers forced your eyes shut once more. Desperate moans chased your every breath. Mika savored every vibration of your throat with her tongue.

Daishou stooped down into a kneel in front of the couch, watching intently as his girlfriend ruined you slowly. The scene was more than enough to swell his clothed cock to an aching fullness. But tonight wasn’t about him.

Not yet at least.

Exhaling with a low groan, Daishou pushed both hands over your knees and up your thighs. Another pair of hands on your body made your head spin. His grip was firm and deliberate. His fingers slid between your ass and the cushions. Without any warning he yanked your hips to the very edge. As you slid down the couch, your face was welcomed by Mika’s chest. Her fingers left your quivering hole before she pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Your juices were smeared across your chin as she cradled you into her soft tits. Without needing to be told, your lips parted, sucking her nipple into your mouth.

“Hmmmm.. atta girl,” Mika praised, “So good for me.”

Daishou handed something to Mika before tugging your leggings and panties off completely. Your knees knocked together, like some part of you was still feeling embarrassed. You whined into Mika’s tits as Daishou pushed your shirt up to your collarbones.

“Goddamn,” Daishou brought his lips to your inner thigh as his hands cupped your tits, “You have nothing to be shy about.” He drew a loud breath through his nose while bouncing the full weight of your breasts in his palms. Your hips squirmed as his teeth sunk into sensitive skin.

Daishou’s hands drifted down your body, making way for Mika’s attention on your tits. You never stopped slobbering on her nipple as she dragged something hard and smooth over your chest. The press of a button brought the toy to life. It hummed loudly below your chin. It pulled softly on your skin wherever it made contact. The full sensation of it didn’t hit you until Mika brought it to your perky nipple. The round opening of the vibrator made a perfect seal of suction around your sensitive nub.

Another click and the sensation heightened, pulling soft moans from your lungs. Mika pushed and pulled the toy into your nipple, forcing your nerves to teeter between feeling too much and not enough. Your jaw dropped open, your mouth hanging loosely around her areola.

“Mmm…” Daishou licked his lips, hoisting your thighs onto his shoulders, “Let’s see how much a mess we can make of you.”

His words were the last thing you remembered before your head fell back into the cushions again. Before his nose pressed roughly against your clit, harsh breaths puffed against your folds. Before his tongue entered you, hungry and rough like he had something to prove.

Mika stayed right with you as you lost yourself to the feeling. Both of her delicate hands worshipped your breasts, one using the vibrator and the other her deft fingers. She let you babble mindlessly, kissing instead along your jaw and neck. The steady thrum of the toy was drowned out completely, both by your reckless moans and the earnest grunts coming from between your thighs.

Daishou’s head game was chaotic. Like he needed to try everything all at once, just to see how loud could get. His nose shoved against your puffy clit as his tongue sunk deeper inside. He licked into your tight walls rapidly, savoring everything he could lap up. He didn’t give you much time to react before he was flicking your clit with just the tip of his tongue. In another moment he was roughly licking up and down the full length of your labia, smearing your juices as he went and breathing hard. His throbbing cock leaked for you, begged to fill you up like his tongue couldn’t.

“Lay her down,” Daishou commanded roughly.

Mika toyed with your tits a little longer, giggling against your neck. “Gladly.”

She guided you to lay lengthwise along the couch, rewarding you with a breathy kiss. Your body was warm, tingling, and eager for whatever was next. You hadn’t caught a full breath in what felt like hours. Mika climbed off of you briefly, only to get naked before mounting you again. Daishou kneeled below the both of you, squeezing his clothed bulge before shoving his shorts down below his balls.

Damn, his girlfriend looked so good on top of you.

“Here,” Mika offered, waving the still-buzzing vibrator just in front of your face, “Lemme really make you fall in love with this.”

She guided it down between your bodies and paused, holding it as close to your clit as she could without touching. You were allowed a quick whine of desperation before the toy sealed around your throbbing nub. The sensation was infinitely stronger than what you expected, and sent your hips twitching uncontrollably. It felt like way too much. Your eyes rolled back in your skull. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing.

The vibrations in your core resonated between your clenched teeth.

“God I wanna fuck her,” Daishou muttered as he sidled up to Mika’s bare ass. “But,” he spanked her with a sly smile on his face, “you first babe.”

Mika’s chest slumped against you as Daishou buried his full length inside her tiny hole. Now it was her turn to cry and squirm. She tried her best to hold the vibrator to your clit as Daishou railed her at a reckless pace. The toy bounced on your swollen nub to the rhythm of Daishou’s thrusts. The suction lulled you into a fuzzy numbness, leaving you weak and motionless. But the sharp electricity of your orgasm brought you back to reality. With a squeaky gasp, you held on tight to Mika as you came undone. Your eyes crossed and toes curled.

Daishou slipped out of Mika’s sloppy pussy before shoving his cock into yours.

“Do that again,” he insisted, over the sound of your surprised squeal, “just for me.”

taglist: @nepenthendline​ @kou-taro​ @toonpai​ @devilgirlcrybabiey​

#daishou suguru #mika yamaka #daishou smut #mika smut #daishou x mika x reader #daishou x reader #mika x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu imagine #daishou x mika x you #v!POV #shanscript #encore

[ohayopoko]

Young Carla Jaeger Headcanons (NSFW)

Note: Y’all the next fanfic I’m working on includes Carla so I’m tryna get comfortable writing her lol

(Y’all plz listen to the song, It’s Carla’s Anthem!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾)

-Carla was the original hot girl back in her day, couldn’t 👏🏻N O B O D Y 👏🏻 tell miss Carla a damn thang!

-She’s inked out with a black dragon tattoo on her thigh that reaches up her right ass cheek and ends at her calve.

-Carla also has a tattoo sleeve of colorful butterflies on her left arm

-Yes! Hot Girl has a tramp stamp and you already know it’s a 🍒, bitchhhh!😝

-Carla guzzles a mean dick, real definition of 🎶Throat Babyyy🎶

-Carla’s a passionate lover so you know she’s slurping them balls and licking the taint and the way she innocently looks up at ‘em with those sexy cat eyes will have that man ready to risk it all🤤

-Carla has a slick mouth and you know she’s gonna talk her shit right the fuck back 👏🏻🙅🏻‍♀️

-Of fucking course Carla was banging in her day, win or lose she was throwin’ dem bitches at any and everybody 🤙🏻💯

-Y’all think y’all finna jump on Carla? Guess what? Here come Kuchel fucking bitches up behind Carla🥳👊🏻

-Ain’t no “I don’t eat pussy,” with Carla cause when she sits back and opens her legs you better dive in the pussy like dolphins or simply drown, your choice 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Come suck this pussy like a paci,” Carla’s smirking as she pulls her legs back and rubs her beefy pussy real slow and sensual. “Promise it won’t bite.”

-Carla’s a classy gal, likes to give her pussy new hair-do’s every month. It could be landing strip this time and a heart next time- you never know with Carla💅🏻

-Hot girl likes to drive the boat, Henny, Tequila, Ciroc, Grey Goose it doesn’t matter Carla will fuckin drink it💃🏻

-Ends up in Grisha’s emergency room more than a few times due to her drinking

“Carla you only have one kidney left-“

“I’m here for a good time, not a long time now give me the fuckin pills. I’m already late for work,”

“Where you’re going to go drink again?! Carla?!”

“Listen, Grisha, I’m unfuckwitable, okay? I can’t be fucked with- now pills, bitch.”

-Kuchel is Carla’s BITCH there’s no where you’d see Kuchel and Carla wasn’t close behind 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🤞🏻💗

-Carla and Kuchel’s friendship dynamic is more like a little sister big sister dynamic since Kuchel’s a few years older

-Carla wasn’t popular but she had a good handful of friends she could count and it was always a movie when they got together

-All of her friends died young and Carla went to each and every funeral and a little piece of her died with each friend

-You know that one boy every girl would give the pussy to on a platter? For Carla that boy was Eren Kruger👅🥴

-That boy made her pussy hot every time she saw him and it didn’t matter that he was a toxic ex she couldn’t stop fucking with for the life of her🤦🏻‍♀️

-It was okay because Carla was a good looking bitch with a devilish pussy and Eren Kruger couldn’t stay away from her either😏

-Bitch you already know Carla busted that pussy open in the mall, the bar, the backseat of his car fuck, she’d bust the pussy open on the island of Waikiki if he told her to💁🏻‍♀️😜

-There was no such thing as gentle sex with Eren Kruger, it was fast, passionate and furious

-His favorite position was backshots with belt tied tight around her neck he yanked when he started drilling deep in Carla’s poor pussy💦😣

-That boy ripped her pussy open and sent her home to sew it up but Carla didn’t care cause she was in Eren’s business, in his face, on his dick the next day

-Carla never took Grisha seriously, always dubbing him whenever he tried to get on to her cause she didn’t have no time to be worrying abt his old ass

-Grisha’s determined and that’s the only reason she ever gave in (and he got money sooo👀)

-Y’all already know who she named her son after🤪

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #carla jaeger #Carla Yeager #Carla x Eren Kruger #Carla x grisha #Eren Kruger #Eren Kruger headcanons #Carla jaeger x Eren Kruger #Carla headcanons #Carla jaeger headcanons #Carla Yeager headcanons #eren brainrot #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #kuchel ackerman #kuchel Ackerman headcanons #SoundCloud

[slothspaghettiwrites]

16. The Corruptor

The Corruptor - Sleepless In Stark Towers

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: BDSM undertones, developing relationship, self doubt, self hate, daddy kink, discussions around eating, imbalance of power discussed.

Relationships: Tony Stark x Plus Size!Reader/OFC

Word Count: 3648

Summary: Finally, someone talks about your age difference with Tony

A/N: Okay, quick and easy summary from last chapter if you skipped.  

- Discussion of ED between OFC and Tony

- Tabloids and their horrible views (fat shaming)

- Tony being a fucking excellent partner and gem

- BDSM or Dom/Sub Rules System set up

<< 15. Brunch | 17. Touch Too Much >>

As per the new rule system we are testing out, I completed my first action or task or expectation or whatever on Monday at lunch. 

Since I hadn't slept since Sunday morning, sending a good night message wasn't expected, but Tony had sent me one at five this morning. I grinned, happy I could wish him sweet dreams while I worked in the studio. It wasn't until the eight am class came in that I left, determined to shower and get to my morning class a bit earlier to get a seat in the front of the lecture hall. 

"Damn," one of the roommates whistled. "Now I guess we know where you've been going."

"Spill the tea, girl." 

How three out of the four of us were actively getting ready at the same time was honestly more interesting to me than talking about Tony's marks on my skin. Those felt private and special to me. I didn't want to sully them by gossiping with people I half knew. 

"There's no tea. I spent the weekend with my-" I almost said Daddy, because that's what he was for me. Boyfriend felt like the wrong word, too immature and not serious enough, but it's what I went with, "boyfriend."

"You have a new boyfriend already?"

"Yeah, I thought you were still getting over what's his name? Neville?"

"Nathan and I broke up like a month ago, but I've kinda liked this guy for a while before that."

I grabbed my shower caddy, trying to signal to them I wanted to end this conversation. 

"So what's his name? What's his year? What's his major?"

"He's not a student." 

I grabbed my towel and scurried to the bathrooms. I didn't want to speak to them about Tony. I didn't want to talk to anyone about it because of the fear. That was if people even believed me to begin with, but I didn't want to take the risk of someone saying more horrible things or worse attacking him…

Christ. I cried in the shower when I realized how I just acted could be perceived. It was like I was ashamed of him. Which was the fucking opposite of true. If anything I was just ashamed of me being me and concerned that the more people knew about me the worse it would get for him. He shouldn't have to hack shitty news websites for me. Our relationship shouldn't be a hardship for him and if that meant keeping his name to myself I would.  

When I got back to the room, I unplugged my phone from the charger and pulled up the Halloween photo of us on the couch. I've also never seen The Big Lebowski or Star Wars. What are you gonna do about it? 😜

Even though my account was anonymous (ish), it made me feel a bit better making the sassy comment. Showing at least some people I wasn't just some strange ghost account or like I didn't care, because I did. A lot. Maybe I wasn't comfortable just talking openly about Tony, but I could comment on our Instagram pictures, and that felt like a good start. 

I got dressed, packed a change of clothes, and ran off to my first class for the day. My phone remained untouched until it was my lunch break between classes. Peter had texted me, outraged that I would build Star Wars Lego with him without having first seen the films. I sent him a gif of Dwight with a pumpkin on his head because honestly, I was more into the build than I was the characters. I also felt a bit brain dead from class, unable to form a better argument. There was a missed call from a number I didn't recognize, so I just ignored it. It was probably spam. 

Rather than trekking all the way across campus to the cafeteria, I went to the vending machine next to the bathrooms. The glass-enclosed chips, chocolates, and snacks stared back at me. The rolling green light of the card reader hypnotized me into giving away more money than I had. This was maybe excessive, but I took a video of me selecting peanut butter crackers and fruit snacks before pulling them out of the tray to send to Tony. 

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

You - lunch of champions. Not pictured - massive cup of iced coffee. 

❤️💛 Daddy 💛❤️ - I'm glad you’re eating something

❤️💛 Daddy 💛❤️ - but that's not something I'd call champion worthy or lunch. 

❤️💛 Daddy 💛❤️ - pretty sure this is a lunch of champions. 

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

He sent me a picture of some fancy hipster green salad that probably cost $15 and I was jealous. It looked amazing and to be honest any meal that I got to share with Tony was nice. It didn't make sense, but it was easy to eat in front of him. There was no staring, no scoffing about big bites, and he only questioned my portion size because he was concerned I wasn't eating enough. Even though we'd shared only a few meals, he made me feel valid by simply letting me exist with the food. 

I sent back three drooling emojis and rushed off to my art history class. When I finished unpacking my book, notebook, pen, and colour coded highlighters, I opened the fruit snacks. The stale, chewy gummies stuck to my teeth, producing more saliva than any human ever needed, so that when a guy in class I had never spoken to sat right next to me, it looked like I was drooling. I gulped and took a huge swallow of my iced coffee before shoving my food into my bag. A prickling of shame at being caught eating like an animal poked at my conscience but I shoved it down.

Throughout the whole lecture, he kept glancing at me. Or at least it felt like it. Everytime I looked up from my notes to look at the slide show, I caught him side eyeing me. It wasn't even that he was looking at my notes, he just looked at me. The longer the lesson took, the more like a zoo animal I felt. The hand holding my pen gripped tighter while I used my other hand to fist the collar of my shirt. The soft, brushed flannel did nothing to calm my nerves. At one point, I faked a yawn and pulled the material up over my mouth to hide even further. Anything to hide from the stranger's gaze. 

"You're the freshie who got the big art scholarship this year aren't you?"

I was trying to pack up, to bolt from the lecture hall so I could finish eating the lunch I told Tony I would, when he asked his question.

"Mmm," I responded, standing up to leave, supplies in hand rather than in my bag. Go away, I don't wanna talk, you absolute creep.

"We have an art club that meets on the middle Thursday of every month. Here's my number. Text me and I'll let you know the time and place. It changes depending on studio availability."

He plucked my notebook from my grasp and wrote his number in the margin of my notes. 

"I-yeah, I'll see if I have time," I fumbled taking my notes back and nearly sprinted out of the lecture hall. 

I checked the time on my phone, running late now for the next thing in my calendar. The number from earlier called me again. Clearly not spam then. I took a deep breath, I could do this. 

"Hello?" 

"So you do answer the phone, Hero Stuff."

Oh god.

Pepper Potts was calling me. 

Oh god.

"Hi Miss Potts, sorry I missed your first call. I was in class when you called." I continued walking to the studio for my final class of the day. 

"Oh do you teach?"

"No," I squaked. 

"Grad student then?"

"... No."

There was a pause, followed by a loud clacking sound. Oh god. It was like being on the phone waiting for a murderer to find you cowering in the closet. Only I was still speed walking, clutching my books to my chest, praying she'd just end the call. The more aggressive the clacking and under breath muttering got, the quicker I began to move, trying to escape some imagined ending of my life at the hand of a woman that was actually miles away.  

"ANTHONY EDWARD STARK."

"Virginia Pepper Potts," I heard Tony jovially shout back. "See look, I can use your government too."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Narcissism, dependency on caffeine, daddy issues, self sacrificing tendencies, the list goes on, you need to be specific Pep."

"Let's talk about the actual child you are quote unquote dating."

I cringed, both out of the shrillness of her voice and sting of embarrassment. It was only a matter of time before someone said something about our age difference, but I just assumed it would be like my dad or maybe the media. Do I need to be on this phone call anymore?

"Miss Potts."

"Quiet kid," she hissed.

"Are you on the phone with her?"

"Miss Potts," I tried to sound level headed and not emotionally wrung out.

"How did you get my girl's number?"

I tried not to let my head swell when I heard Tony call me that. 

"Peter gave it to me."

Traitor. Absolutely gonna give him a Spidey level wet willy when I next see him. 

"JARVIS," Tony shouted again, louder and seemingly closer to the phone. 

I stood just inside the arts building, trying to warm up and not look like I was the subject of a very intense argument. 

"Don't you fucking-" the call tone changed, echoing slightly. "Dare."

"Hey Sweetheart," Tony sounded happy, completely unphased by Miss Potts' anger.

"Nuh-uh, none of that, put down the damn blow torch."

"Miss Potts," again I tried to speak to her.

"Were you ever going to mention that you were seeing some half your age?"

"Does it really matter? She's an adult, I'm an adult."

"It's an imbalance of power. It doesn't matter if she is of consenting age. You are in a position of power that could be considered wildly influential and your relationship could be considered grooming."

"Oh my god, it's not that big a deal," Tony groaned.

"You are not only one of the richest men alive-"

"Thank you I do like being reminded of that."

"You are an Avenger and the governmental liaison for the team."

"Enjoying that reminder less."

"Miss Potts," I forced out a harsher tone, trying to be as commanding as she was.

"This is a PR disaster. Our stocks will plummet!"

"Life is more than just your fucking stock numbers!"

I could just hang up and they probably wouldn't even notice.

"I started it," I hollered, gaining the attention of a few people walking through the lobby. 

I lowered my voice when there wasn't another interruption, "I flirted first, I kissed him first, I asked him first. I am the corruptor here."

"I can make my own choices, but I don't wanna cause any trouble." I sighed, the small outburst already taking everything out of me.

"Hey, you aren't doing anything wrong, Baby. Pep is just jealous because she is dating Agent No Fun."

"Leave Phil out of this Tony, we are talking about you and her and the massive fucking bonus you are going to have to pay the PR team this year to handle your shit."

"Fine, give them whatever they want," I pictured Tony waving his hand in the air, "but I expect them to fucking keep a close eye on it. I will take matters into my own hands if I have to."

"You can not use the Iron Man for your own personal vendettas, Tony."

"Who said anything about that guy? If I remember correctly, and I always do, I’m pretty damn good at fucking shit up on my own."

"I can handle the negativity, it's nothing I haven't heard before," I moved from one foot to the other, trying to let out some built up nervous energy. "I'm sorry, but I have to go, I'm running behind schedule."

"Have a good class, Hap will pick you up after," Tony again sounded chipper and like the entire conservation didn't just happen.

"I can take the train, I'm sure he has better things to do."

"He doesn't."

"He does."

They spoke at the same time. I wasn't sure how to really respond to any of that, so I just hung up the phone. I spent the rest of the afternoon working on projects and presenting my ideas for my final Intro to Art project. I didn't think about the guy from my art history class until I was leaving. Happy sat right out front in a sleek black car.

"Hey, freshie."

Damnit. "Yeah?"

"Don't forget to text me, you'd be a great addition to the club."

I heard a car door open and saw my rescue stand up. He aggressively jabbed his finger onto his watch..

"I gotta go, sorry," I didn't wave, still unsure of what to think of that guy.

He gave me the creeps and I wasn't even sure why beyond the one incident this morning, which again I tried not to think about. Burying deep in the back 40 of my mind garden, I slid into the front seat of Happy's car.

After being scolded like a child by Pepper and you again revealing more about your own upsetting past, I went on a teenie tiny rampage. Maybe just to prove to Pepper I could do what I wanted, and maybe also to take some of the heat off of you, I did send out a computer virus. For the next 48 hours, the basic program would scrap news sites for your Instagram handle. If it was found on a page, it would immediately mark it for redirection so the visitor would instead be sent to a donation page for a national cyberbullying charity helpline or a video of Rick Astley singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" because I couldn't resist.

I walked into Lab 03, looking for the SHIELD lead on alien weaponry to discuss a new energy stun gun thing they want to start making standard for all agents, when I heard the lyrics. 

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I.

Well that worked quickly and seemed to easily weed out the lazy no good gossip mongers. 

"In my own tower," I muttered, before looking at the offender. "Oh you like Rick Astley?" 

The young engineer paled slightly, "No, Mr. Stark, I was just trying to pull up a research article to share with the team regarding carbon chain links."

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

A shitty liar then. 

"So you just wanted to Rick Roll everyone?" I walked up behind him and peered over his shoulder.

"No,” he cleared his throat, “the website just wouldn't load the paper, keeps redirecting me."

"Send me the link, I'm sure I can fix it." I placed a hand on the back of his chair.

"N-no, it's probably not worth sharing.”

"C'mon, kid who doesn't want to learn about something as outdated as carbon chain links while on company time?"

Any side conversations in the lab halted. In the reflection of his monitor, I saw the young engineer gulp. Leaning further into his chair, pushing him forward into the metal desk, I let some of my rage slip.

"You wanna gossip about me and my girl again on my property, I can assure you, you will never work again in your life, in any field."

"Yes, Mr. Stark, sir."

"Alright," I stood up and smiled. "Let's talk about how fucking stupid your stun gun design is."

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Just before the end of the regular work day, JARVIS alerted me that you were on your way up to the Avengers' shared lab. Bruce was bent over a microscope probably rememorizing his own genetic code, while Rhodey was on the phone, pacing by the window and talking to some military cowboy about something. Probably again trying to explain why you can't equip mini nukes onto the War Machine suit. Fucking republicans.

As the elevator dinged, and JARVIS opened the doors, I closed out of anti chafing, universal stretch fabric materials design I was finishing up. You looked like you were one second away from throwing yourself out the nearest window. 

Pepper and Aunt Hottie flanked you.

Jay and I were going to have to have a chat about announcing all guests to the lab before he opened the door. Neither woman looked pleased, both holding two cups in each hand while you held your cup and a second. 

“I’m sorry, this is a boy’s only lab, please take your cooties elsewhere,” I grinned. 

“Don’t you even fucking start with me Anthony,” Pepper sneered, before thrusting a cup at Rhodey.

Oh so we were still at Anthony level anger. Just great. May walked over to where Bruce was obviously eavesdropping now and placed a cup down next to him. You set the last cup next to me, pushing it a safe distance from the edge, but also keeping it away from the broken tech on my desk. When I reached for your hand, it finally sunk in just what kind of meeting this was. You shook your head ever so slightly, but your eyes went wide as if begging me to behave. 

“Hey May, it’s good to see you,” I turned around and looked at the pair of seething women. 

“Stark.”

Fuck me, this was gonna be bad.

“Thank you for the drink.”

Rhodey, god bless James Rhodes for always having my back. 

“Don’t thank me, thank my niece who has apparently been spending so much time here, she not only knows your drink orders, she knows which floor has the best cafe.” 

Aw.

“Ambushed,” You mumbled around the straw in your mouth, clearly a comment only meant for me.

“I do not make her spend time here,” I tried to explain. 

“Petey drags me here 95% of the time.”

“And the other 5% young lady?”

The only reason I was able to hear your breath hitch, was because as the words came out of May’s mouth, you stepped closer to me. I made a mental note to never refer to you in that way, even jokingly.

“I like it here, vibe’s good for studying,” You forced a shrug, trying to play it off. 

“VIBE?" May shouted. "You live a normal life, you go to school, you do your best, you get a job and enjoy life. You don't get yourself wrapped up in this hero bullshit."

May looked about ready to cry. Bruce and Rhodey were huddled together now, trying to give us space, but also listen to the argument. You were wilting in on yourself. Right before my eyes I watched you shrivel and shrink into something other. Neither of them seemed to see or get it. 

"I can't believe I have to have this conversation with you. I thought you were a mature young adult. Is this just some kind of fucked up rebound for you?" 

May was bringing up a good point there. Was this just a rebound, sowing your metaphorical oats while you could?

"No," you hissed, cheeks red and eyes watery. "This isn't just some stupid game to me. And-and-and w-what part of my life was ever going to be normal Aunt May? Spider-Man is my b-b-best friend."

Fuck it. I grabbed your hand and gripped it tight. It wasn't what I really wanted to do, which was to pull you into my lap and hug you until everything was better again. I took the light squeeze you gave me in return as a sign of your thanks.

"This is my life Aunt May. I'm not going to let you control me."

"I'm not trying to control you, I'm trying to protect you."

Something flipped in you. May's word triggered some hidden part of you that caused you to shut down. Your eyes dried up. The color in your checks drained. I stood up from my desk, stepping up next to you and ready to pounce.

"Miss Potts, Aunt May, I'm not gonna talk about this anymore. This was my choice," you shook our joined hands in their direction before letting it go. "I am the bad person in this relationship. I am the corruptor. Do not hold that against him."

There it was again. That word. Corruptor. Considering you were like the one bright spot in my life at the moment, I really would consider you the opposite of that. Again, something else to talk about later. Whatever was going on your beautiful fucked up head was doing a number on you. 

We all watched you storm out of the lab and into the emergency stairwell. We stared at one another, a bit shell shocked by your outburst. Bruce and Rhodey kept quiet as mice while it looked like Pepper and May were about to burst into more yelling. 

"To stop the shovel talk before you start, I'd kill everyone and then myself before I let anything happen to her. My top priority is her happiness."

"Jesus Christ this fucked up," May groaned, defeat entering her voice.

Both of them left after that. Pepper said she'd be taking our evening call with California at home and that I shouldn't bother her until then. I crossed one arm over my chest and rubbed my face with the other. 

"What did she mean by corruptor?" Rhodey finally spoke up.

"Does she think she's a villain?" 

"I don't know guys, I don't know…"

#a sloth writes #tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x ofc #tony stark x plus size reader #tony stark x plus size ofc #tony stark fic #tony stark fanfic #tony stark fanfiction #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man x you #iron man x ofc #iron man fanfic #iron man fic #avengers #marvel #sleepless in stark towers

[inklingofadream]

uhhh Martin fae and Housebound 👀

ok martin fae is the first fae au installment not from jon's pov, martin goes to find a cure for his mum and ends up in the archives. he Does Not realize that jon isn't fae in this installment, bc why would i waste that devastating realization on sth without jon's pov of the mistake lol

The number of apparently unguarded entrance points only enhanced Martin’s view of the castle as some sort of trap, but no one jumped on him immediately once he passed the threshold, nor did an alternative option suddenly present itself. He pressed on.

No one stopped him. They didn’t stop him as he worked his way systematically through the ground floor, and they didn’t stop him when he found the stairway leading down to a door labeled “Archives”. He’d think there was no one there at all, if he hadn’t caught sight of a few fae at the distant ends of corridors and had to press himself to the wall and around corners until they passed.

(He’d always thought fae were meant to be regal and ethereal, but these seemed hungover more than anything else.)

Housebound is something I started last spring (actually around the same time i started the cult au) about immediately post mag 80, where jon happens to walk in a liiiiiittle too early and runs into elias post brutal pipe murder. feeling freaked out and strung out, jon is manipulated by elias going "they're gonna think it was u tho 😈 such a shame u've alienated ur freinds and have nowhere to go 🤭 if only there was someone willing to help u 🤔" while internally his process is "love having total control over my archivist 😏 he'd b a v cute housewife 😜" so jon moves in w elias and feels weirdly beholden to him and afraid of him and ends up acting like his live-in housekeeper and it's all very weird Vibes. also jon has Anxiety about his evil boss maybe figuring out he's queer? but jon has no idea how, so that adds to the weird Vibes bc did elias know??? or is this a weird psychological torment thing he's doing to his presumed-cis employee??? but then why would he buy jon masculine AND feminine clothes... *anxiety spiral* which is what this lil snippet is about. just... what if instead of having a supportive goergie jon had a creepy boss making him doubt his free will? also i think he'd look nice in a swooshy skirt

The clothes were far more numerous than he felt was necessary and, though all the tags had been clipped out, clearly expensive. He didn’t mind that terribly- at first, he had felt awkward and guilty over it, but decided that if his boss was going to frame him for murder and enslave him to a supernatural being beyond mortal reckoning, the least he deserved was a few nice clothes. Many of them were sleeker, finer versions of the type of thing he usually wore to work, though in a range of jewel tones rather than his preferred black, gray, tan, and white. The rest, though…

He was certain (nearly certain) that there was no way Elias could know. He always wore exactly the type of blandly masculine clothing to work that was expected of him, saved anything else for weekends and days off- dresses and skirts weren’t technically disallowed to him by the dress code, but in his early days at the Institute he hadn’t wanted to risk any of the numerous potential consequences, and by the time he felt the slightest confidence in changing that he was too well-established in his role as socially isolated but competent and exacting researcher, and didn’t want to put up with the social flurry that any deviation from that would surely cause. He participated whenever the Institute held an unbearably twee seminar or after work event meant to “celebrate diversity,” but never beyond a discreet rainbow pin.

(There were others, nonbinary and ace and bi, still attached to the jacket in the back of his closet he hadn’t worn since uni. Had Elias somehow found one of those photos? Knowing his employer was devoted to an evil god of knowledge made the idea of said employer digging through his ex-girlfriend’s Facebook archive seem a lot less laughable)

For all Jon’s discretion, here he had a closet full of ruffled blouses and swooshing skirts, even a couple dresses, far more than he’d ever been able to justify owning when he couldn’t wear them to the one place he spent the majority of his waking hours.

Maybe they were meant to humiliate him, Elias’ idea of a cruel joke at the expense of someone who had little choice but to wear whatever he provided. But then, why offer Jon the option of more masculine clothes at all? He resented having to wonder about them at all, and shoved anything remotely feminine to the back of the closet (which was a shame; some of them really were beautiful).

#asks #ask games #housebound fic #fae au #snippets #writing #tma #ink post

[fancycaroline]

Keenler-speak translation in 7.17 endscene:

Notes: I felt the dialogue in the end scene of 7.17 not quite everything I’d hoped for, so I felt some reading between the lines was necessary. Ress and Liz’s thoughts are in { } , their actions are in [ ] and my thoughts are in < >. This is just for fun, so roll with it... or not 😜

[Knock, knock, knock]

[Liz opens the door]

RESS: Bad time? {I’m here bc I wonder if you did what you did bc...maybe... you love me?}

LIZ: No. No, Come in. {Shit, I’m not ready to talk about my feelings...}

RESS: Did you do it to protect me? {Do you love me?}

LIZ: You say that like it’s a bad thing. {What if I do?..sheesh..And I thought I was afraid...}

RESS: I’m not going to ask how you did it. I won’t ask...what you did with Tommy Markin’s body. Or, or... how you scrubbed that car clean...

LIZ: I learned from the best.

RESS: Look, I want to know... Liz, I NEED to know...WHY?!

<okay, no translation necessary...this one is legit a good question...>

LIZ: [pregnant pause while Liz thinks of what to say] You were in trouble. You needed help. {bc the thought of having to live without you terrifies me...} <see 2.07 The Scimitar>

RESS: No, y-y-you risked everything... I mean if you’d been caught... {...uhhh... somehow I don’t feel like that answered my question...}

LIZ: But I wasn’t... {oh, good. I can distract him with technicalities so we can avoid the white elephant in the room...}

RESS: Yeah, but you could’ve been... {are we srsly gonna argue about this?!}

LIZ: Are you trying to say thankyou? Bc if you are, you’re doing a terrible job of it. {grasping at more straws to avoid the real question...}

RESS: I never would have asked you to take such a huge risk for me. { I REEEAAAAALY wanna know WHY, Liz! 😭}

LIZ: You didn’t ask... {I’m good at this!...}

RESS: Yeah, but you did it anyway..? <good point, Ress>

LIZ: I didn’t do it for you, I did it for me, Knucklehead.{wait..what?!}

RESS: For you?! {... wait, what?!...}

LIZ: Look if you wanna ruin your life for something you did a lifetime ago, when you were a teenager, for God’s Sake? Then, yeah sure, I’ll let you. {shyeah, bc maybe, by then, I won’t love you anymore...} <really Liz? 🙄>

RESS: [raises eyebrows] You’ll let me. {oh ho ho! So you wanna play that game, do ya’?}

LIZ: Yeah. You have my permission to be a total dipstick. {desperate times call for desperate measures}

RESS: [scoffs] So, what am I? A dipstick or a knucklehead? {I feel like I’m in gradeschool at recess trying to talk to the girl I like...}

LIZ: You’re a dipstick and a knucklehead....and you’re someone that I rely on for, like, everything... {okay, I’ll over compensate... maybe then he’ll stop asking}

RESS: We both know that’s not true. {That’s ridiculous.}

LIZ: Have you looked at my life?.... <yeah, we all have Liz. Move on, plz> I’m a widow and a single mom. A marionette – with a high-functioning sociopath pulling my strings. My grandfather tried to murder my mother, and my mother is a legendarily lethal Russian spy who moved in next door without even telling me who she was.

RESS: [Sighs] {wait, you haven’t answered my quest... wuht? There’s more?!...}

LIZ: I mean it. Have you looked at my life? I mean, really taken a close look. Because it’s like I’m in the middle of a monsoon that’s constantly threatening to drown me in bad news. And somewhere in the middle of that FEMA disaster of a life– [ Voice breaking ] Somewhere is just – a tiny island of calm. And if that weren’t there, I would be swept out to sea.{I love you, you Dipstick Knucklhead!}

Ressler: No, that’s never gonna happen – {I’m a tiny island of calm?}

Liz: It would if you weren’t here. {I’m right. You’re wrong. Call me Sir.}

Ressler: But I am. And it won’t. Come here. {This calls for a hug. You’re welcome Keenlers}

Ressler: It’s never gonna happen. Not on my watch.

{God, your hair smells nice, Liz}

ME:

#keenler #spoof #not really but... #just for fun #it’s too silly #i still love the scene but they’re holding back!!!

[nhum]

17, Ezekiel and Anthony 😜

I’m gonna put this under a readmore, just in case it’s long/people don’t want to read it. And I’ve just gotta hope that I get Ant right!

The prompt, for those that can’t be bothered to look, is “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”and there’s a lot of context that I should write into this but probably won’t. It’ll make sense to you, Tobi, but I dunno if it’ll make sense to anyone else. xP

After the bloodbath in Sprout Tower, Ezekiel had thought that he wanted to be alone. Or that Ant would want to be left alone, allowed to grieve privately. It didn’t matter that there had been something wrong with the sage they had been fighting. The man still took Polly from him and Val from Ant.

Which was the main reason Ezekiel had wanted to give Ant space. He didn’t know what the other man’s grief looked like, but didn’t want to intrude on it. He was upset about Polly, yes. She had been so young and had deserved a better trainer than him. She had deserved someone who didn’t have to risk her life against grass types because they hadn’t been lucky enough to catch anything that could actually take care of them. But Val? Val was Ant’s starter. The little cyndaquil that had probably done more to convince Ant to go on this journey than Ezekiel himself had.

He wasn’t sure if he had even done right by stepping into the fight after Val went down, but it wasn’t like Ant was in any shape to continue. Val...the hoothoot had cut her down so fast and it was like Ant went down with her. So he stepped up to the plate, sure he could take down an owl.

And he was right! He could take down a hoothoot, that was no problem. Jupiter could easily handle the bird, was more than happy to bite it and not let go until it was down and the Sage recalled it. He just couldn’t risk his starter fighting the bellsprout that had been called out after the hoothoot, and chose to risk Polly instead.

It was easy enough to lie to himself, and tell himself that he didn’t have nuzlocke, until she fell. And didn’t get up again. Until he was rushing over to her broken body, hardly aware of the way blood was staining his jeans, and searched desperately for a pulse that he just couldn’t find.

Jupiter understood the risk, jumping into the fight after what happened to Polly, but the totodile had always had more bravery than sense. He took out the bellsprout and that was the end of the fight, not that the Sage (Edmund. The name was burned into his mind, despite his attempts to forget it) had realized. He had come at them, swinging and shouting obscenities, until they both fled the tower with the bodies of their fallen friends.

Tomorrow, if Ant still felt like doing this, they’d go out and train. They wouldn’t return to the tower until they were stronger, until they could actually do something. Ezekiel wanted to return, wanted to find out if the other sages were...corrupted like that. He didn’t even care if he had to do it alone. It was a matter of pride, yes, but also a matter of...how could Polly rest easy if they just gave up and wrote the tower off as ‘too hard’?

They had both fled back to the center to tend to their dead, and Ezekiel got rooms for both of them then. Despite the fact that it was noon and nobody was really reserving rooms yet. He wanted to make sure that they both had space, even if neither of them could afford a proper hotel and had to use the center. All their money had to go to their pokemon; to buying potions and balls and things that would help keep their teams alive.

Ezekiel had dragged Ant out for lunch, to make sure the other man ate. And as an attempt to distract both of them from the fact that they had lost friends today. That if they had been better, more prepared, something, none of this would’ve happened.

But that had been noon, and this was nearing midnight. He couldn’t even remember what they had done between lunch and now, just that they had said their good nights hours ago. That he had been laying in bed for hours now, trying desperately to stop thinking about everything that had happened and just sleep.

His pokemon weren’t having a problem at all; all of them were sprawled out all over the floor, comfortably asleep. They had been various levels of scared when they learned that he, like Ant, was infected with nuzlocke, but none had wanted to leave him. And none of them seemed scared now, sleeping so peacefully.

He couldn’t sleep. He had issues with sleep on a good day, and being alone like this was only making it worse. How many nights had he stayed up, awake and staring at the ceiling like he was now, after his sister died? Because it was impossible for him to sleep without the sound of someone (her, preferably, but he wasn’t exactly picky) sleeping in the same room as him.

This was the first time since the start of his and Ant’s travels that they had managed to get separate rooms. It would be so selfish of him to go across the hall and knock on Ant’s door, beg Ant to let him stay with him. Because he was pathetic and couldn’t sleep alone.

The knock on his door startled him more than it did any of his pokemon, which was no small feat, judging by the way Jupiter jumped up at the sound, instantly ready to fight. Ezekiel smiled at the totodile when he looked toward his trainer for guidance, and assured him that everything was fine. That they just had a guest. At midnight. On the worst day of his life since he moved to Johto.

He hurried to the door, anyways. Jupiter on his heels, sure that Ezekiel was wrong and it was disaster knocking. The totodile was almost disappointed to see that it was just Ant, and was quick to reclaim his spot on the floor as the two humans talked.

“Sorry,” Ant mumbled, eyes still puffy and red with tears. “I can’t sleep. Can I...stay here?”

He was going to say more, Ezekiel was sure, but he didn’t have to. “Of course.” He said softly, in the gentlest tone of voice he had. “I can’t sleep either. Did you want to get your pokemon or...?”

Cramming ten pokemon and two people into one room would probably not be the best plan, but at least they were still at the start of their journey. At least their pokemon were still small.

Ant shook his head, though. That meant, at least to Ezekiel, that he probably wouldn’t stay the whole time. Or maybe it just meant that he had already brought them, that he was storing them in their balls because it hurt too much to look at them. There were other options, of course, but he didn’t care. He was miserable and tired and wanted nothing more than to curl up against his friend and forget about everything. He didn’t know if they would talk or not, but that didn’t matter.

Right now, anything was better than being alone. And if they were cuddling closer than platonic friends normally would, he didn’t care. He could worry about that in the morning, if he had to. Or maybe that was just how things would be between them until he worked up the courage to actually tell Ant how he felt. Either was fine.

When he woke up the next afternoon, Ant’s head on his chest, it almost felt like home.

#long post #this is based on an rp between Tobi and I for the curious #I don't know how many details of it Tobi wants out in the world so I won't say more #serindeppity