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teecupangel · 11 months

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Desmond x avengers?

like, he becomes their private bartender or something, during the age of Ultron. After some magic Isu bullshit that sends him crashing into an alternate dimension and he finds a shady job, before catching Tony Starks eye. The he basically just works the ‘night shift’ serving their drinks and shit, and then the whole ‘Ultron takes over the world’ crap, and Desmond just really wants to sleep. Cus the hallucinations of his ancestors weren’t going away, and the bleeding affect wasn’t really helping with his first stable job. And he really didn’t want to fuck it up for himself.

I think there is an AO3 fic where Desmond becomes the bartender for Stark Industries? Or was it the Avengers Tower?

Maybe I’m thinking of two different fanfics???

All I know is that there’s a lot of Marvel x AC crossover in AO3 that I’m quite certain there’s at least one where Desmond becomes a bartender for either Stark Industries or the Avengers Tower.

Anyway, we’ll focus on MCU in this one since you did note in your ask that this is set during/before Age of Ultron and you made no mention of Hank being Ultron’s creator.

Desmond would probably not want to be employed by Stark Industries because they’re too… out in the open. Especially since Tony just flat-out confirms he’s freaking Iron Man so there are a lot of eyes on him, the terrorist groups, the media, the government…

People Desmond definitely didn’t want to be near because he doesn’t exist in this world… at all.

Sure, he got a fake identity and the dude that gave him his new identity as a “Desmond Miles” was cocky enough to say that he’s good to go and doesn’t have to worry but Desmond is worrying.

Hell, Desmond’s worry is mainly because the bleed of his ancestors had appeared as some kind of almost transparent ghost-like entities that only Desmond could see and they have opinions. Lots of opinions.

And yeah, okay, Desmond is fine with trying to set up a Brotherhood, Ezio, but Ratonhnhaké:ton is also right that they need to get a lay of the land first, damn it. Seriously, this place has superheroes, gods and freaking aliens! No, Altaïr, he wasn’t going to spend the rest of the week in a freaking library, he’s broke af and needs to work!

So yeah…

Killer high-tech robots out to eradicate all of mankind?

Desmond wasn’t even surprised anymore.

Just… tired.

He had been looking forward to just listening to the audiobooks Altaïr had pushed him into buying so they could learn more about the advancements of this world and how different it is from his own world while doing the laundry and prepping meals for next week.

Siiiggghhh.

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Desmond’s ‘shady past’ gets a sorta free pass from SHIELD because he was working in a dingy bar that just so happened to be the secret hideout of Firebrand that he had been using to, well, get some funds for his next big plan. Iron Man took the time to request a drink from Desmond during their fight who had been hiding behind the bar (and waiting for a chance to run) and had been impressed by Desmond’s mixing skill (and his courage to stay and serve a drink). Really, Desmond getting employed by Stark had been a case of Desmond’s universally bad luck fucking him over like usual.

SHIELD does have him on their sights and they’ve told Tony about how Desmond is using a fake identity. Tony thinks there’s something more to it because Desmond is trying to be invisible at times then being charming in an ‘I’m-normal-totally-normal’ kind of way other times.

It should be noted that it was Natasha who realized that Desmond is more than he’s pretending to be and she did tell everyone that. Tony only started to pay more attention to Desmond because of her warning. Natasha is also the one who keeps trying to check Desmond’s reaction and she knows that his movements are too… quiet and precise to be normal. She’s not sure if he’s part of a similar program like the Red Room or if it’s something more but there’s definitely something there.

Clint is friendly with him because he thinks Desmond’s a pretty nice guy (and always makes the drinks Clint requests have an extra kick which Clint enjoys). He does agree that his movements weren’t that of a civvie but he’s more on the side of “this dude ran away from bad people and is trying to have a normal life” so he doesn’t really push and just treats Desmond as Tony’s (and the Avengers’) private bartender.

Bruce always says that he likes Desmond whenever he comes up in the conversation. Tony likes to tease it’s because Desmond likes asking Bruce what he’s researching and asking questions. Bruce had been distrustful about it at first but then he realized that Desmond doesn’t really mind if Bruce tells him something top secret or just some other not that secret experiment or scientific discover that he had just read about. Desmond wasn’t a scientist like Bruce and it was clear he didn’t have a comprehensive education in that field but Bruce also knows that he’s truly interested in whatever scientific babble Bruce gets into. The same could be said with any techie subjects Tony talks about. ‘Desmond’ just likes… asking questions. A lot.

Thor comes and goes the most erratically so, each time he visits, Desmond has already prepared a new cocktail for him to try next. Mead is still his favorite though so Desmond has a stock of that in his bar (god, he has his own small bar, what the hell is this life) and Desmond likes to ask about Thor and the Asgardian and the other worlds and, really, anything and everything Thor is fine with talking about, ‘Desmond’ would take it. It is because of his talks with Thor that the team believed Desmond has an interest in Roman/Greek Mythology because Minerva, Juno and Tinia were the only ‘gods’ that Desmond bothered to specifically ask.

Steve is the one who likes to ask about Desmond’s personal life and, really, the most dangerous of them because Steve is just so earnest when he asks questions and truly looked like he wanted to get to know Desmond because of who he is, not because he believes that Desmond might be an ex-spy or something that it’s hard not to spill more information than he should to Steve. Most information about Desmond’s past they have is actually from his conversations with Steve which really shows how weak he is to the man.

Also, I think if Wanda was to use her powers on Desmond, she’d actually see Desmond’s Bleeds for a few seconds much to her surprise.

And… when her powers prey on Desmond’s insecurities and fear, it has the side effect of… Desmond losing control of his body… and his Bleeds taking over at will.

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imsociallyanxiousgetoverit · 7 months

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Working on a Switched-at-Birth AU (not the show) with Danny and Tim but I just wanna make it clear to anyone who’s interested in this (whenever I finish writing what I can i’ll post) that Switched-at-Birth doesn’t mean they experience exactly what the other did in their life.

That’s the TLDR while my anxious overcompensation is below if you want that

Lots of things are blatantly different, especially for Daniel Wayne. Just because you see a lot of what looks the same on Tim’s side doesn’t mean that it isn’t very different just like with Danny. There’s only one-two Canons with Danny Phantom. There’s TOO MANY with DC content containing Timothy Drake. I can’t exactly match their lives even if I wanted to and I don’t.

So just- if you’re a like a purist or something for Tim Drake’s life then please make sure you keep in mind this ISN’T Tim Drake it’s Timonthy Fenton and Daniel Wayne.

Nothing is exactly the same even if lots of it does seem it at certain points. I point this out cuz I know some of Tim’s major life points won’t happen and some of his major character traits may not show up initially or in the same ways as is known typically.

Same goes for Danny but I’ve never seen anyone get really torn up over his character being different in some way so… I’m inexperienced thus less anxious about it, I guess.

#lots of tags below plz read them all if you’re interested in this idea #I’ll be fully open to new interpretations once I post mine #and of course if you have ideas from just the name alone go ahead #dpxdc sab au #dcxdp sab au #these aren’t exclusive to me btw yall can use them if you write something for this idea #my fic/idea will have a different title #dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc au #dcxdp au #also wanna make sure y’all know #I’m focusing on each of them with their families first #before I have them realize there was a mistake at the hospital #it was actually a mistake #I’ll make that clear now #I’ll also make sure yall know this is a C+ Fenton Parenting and B+ Wayne Parenting fic #neither set 👀 of parents are actively harmful to their children intentionally #F’d up thwip still happens but how they all respond to it is different #Same Universe and Still Heroes

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fuck-you-too-world · 1 year

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Okay, listen. I was just minding my own business and was reading a good fic (not DP unfortunately) and this come to my mind.

Hear me out!

Human Sacrifice

Danny died inside the portal actually cause him to be a human sacrifice for the Infinite Realm. So like the Zone needs some sort of sacrifice to keep it balanced but over time people who knows about the Realm or who left offering (you know like how people believe in small gods etc and left offering for them and the stuff? Yeah those things are what keeping the zone's balance).

But then some humans decide to disturb the already fragile balance that has been loosing it's hold after humans mostly stopped believing so much on the nature and the unseen. It was the first time human tempted to tear a hole through the dimension and now another hole is about to be made. (We all know who these humans are)

The Realm is already weak enough without the sacrifice and with its King gone mad long long time ago and is currently locked away, unless they found someone to replace the King and is compatible with the Realm. The next tear might cause the balance to finally tipped off and the barrier keeping both Realm separated would disappear. Causing chaos to break lose all over the dimensions.

But it seems the Balance itself won't take it and has already decide to take matter into their own hands.

A boy has died and survived the ceremony that day, making him the perfect embodiment of Balance as he is dead and part of the Realm with the ectoplasm inside him and yet alive for the living Realm still has its claim on him.

Alive yet dead.

The Balance has choose it's Host and champion.

The Human Sacrifice had been made.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #i was reading a Naruto fanfiction and the word Jinchuuriki just struck some idea into my head #so here i am writing this and i have no idea what im doing honestly #this just come into my mind #and i felt the urge to write em #so now this is the Human Sacrifice AU #thr name sounds dark and bad and angsty #but honestly #i felt like this might turn out slightly funny but who knows!#if you wanna write a fic with this go ahead #just credit me #and tag me so i could read em!#Human Sacrifice AU #Danny is an accidental human sacrifice in this au cuz the balance said 'fuck you humand!'#and fighting back seems to cause some side effects where they end up with a host and a champion #Danny being a halfa is part of balance's fault #and balance wasn't even a being or sentient #Vald is not a perfect halfa and is more human #while Ellie still exist here later she's more ghost than human #this would be funny if it's a crossover #Danny would just told people that's he's a human sacrifice when he realizes about how his existence come to be #you cannot tell me he won't do it just mees with others #even though he's right and being truthful

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thetomorrowshow · 2 years

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burn a light between

hello all! welcome to this team rancher fic requested by @flyingfish1234 who said:

Oh, yes! I was just wondering if you could write something with either chronic pain as a main point or something. Maybe something double life but idk? Team rancher?

here we are fish my beloved!! this has been crossposted on my ao3 - TheYesterdayShow.

title is from Speedway by Cedar Sigo.

Tango thinks he hides his trepidation well when he wakes up at spawn, Jimmy stirring beside him. He bemoans his mistake, apologizes, agrees to go with Jimmy’s plan.

When Jimmy leaves to see if he can regather his stuff, Tango buries his face in his palms, takes a shaky breath.

No wonder he’d been attacked by all those mobs. No wonder that creeper had turned up out of nowhere. No wonder he’s the first one yellow.

He’s soulbound to the Canary.

He hadn’t realized it until he discovered his soulmate, but he’d wanted it to be anyone but Jimmy. He’d wanted Grian, really, as crazy as the man was—or Impulse, someone he knows well and is decent at surviving. Heck, he’d even have been fine with Scott or BigB, despite barely knowing them—and when it comes down to it, even Scar has a better track record of survival than Jimmy does.

There’s nothing he can do, though. He’s stuck with Jimmy, as much as he doesn’t want to be. And he really doesn’t want to be.

But it’s forcibly him and Jimmy against the world, so Tango gets to gathering materials for their base and tools. His life depends on keeping Jimmy alive, impossible as it seems.

He’s barely cut down a single tree when his knee gives out from under him. He hisses at the pain—it’s not too bad, not like anything that had actually happened to him, but Jimmy must have tripped or something and banged his knee.

Tango balances himself against a tree, takes in a breath. When he feels like he can put weight on his left leg again, he does—but it doesn’t stop hurting. It aches, occasionally stabbing through with pain sharper than he would expect from a single fall. Maybe Jimmy tripped again?

Tango can handle a little pain. He’s died before, he’s been injured before. He grits his teeth and gets back to work, pausing every now and then just to breathe through it. Jimmy must have seriously messed up his knee doing whatever he did. Just more reason to get a hut built. Maybe Tango can convince him to just stay inside for the entire death game, where the only pain will be once-in-a-while singed fingers from poking at the fireplace.

Aw, who’s he kidding? Tango’s stuck with the Canary, of all people. Even if Jimmy stays inside, it’ll leave Tango with some cursed obligation to get them killed, and then they’ll be on Red and who even knows if they’ll be able to keep a lid on the bloodthirst enough to be conscious of their fragility. Tango’s never really interacted much with a Red Jimmy, but he’s probably even more reckless and danger-inducing than usual.

His knee throbs again and Tango bites his tongue accidentally, then curses at the taste of blood. Jimmy will have felt that. Which, now that he thinks of it, is kind of embarrassing. Someone he barely knows is right now aware that Tango just accidentally bit his tongue. That’s stupid. This whole soulmates thing is stupid.

There’s nothing he can do about that, though. There’s nothing he can do about any of this. So Tango goes back to ignoring the pain pulsing out from his knee and continues gathering supplies for their home.

Tango’s building a cow pen when he realizes that he can’t feel his left hand.

He pauses, wipes away the sweat that’s dripping into his eyes, then tugs off his rough leather glove with his teeth (his right hand still holding the fence post in place). At first he doesn’t see any noticeable difference. It looks like his hand, he observes as he turns it back and forth, normal, just slightly buzzing and—is it swollen?

He didn’t think he’d been working for too long, and he doesn’t remember pinching a nerve—and pinching a nerve, while it would explain the numbness and buzzing, does not explain swelling. He holds the fence post with his knees, awkwardly half-squatting to keep it in place (his left knee still aches which doesn’t make that any easier) and pulls off his other glove to compare his hands.

Yep, his left hand is definitely swollen—skin reddened and splotchy in comparison to the right, and the lines of his knuckles are just slightly farther apart on the left. He tries to bend the fingers of his left hand, finds them stiff and reluctant to move.

That can’t be right. Tango’s built dozens—if not hundreds—of bases and farms in his life, and he’s never seen anything like this happen from the exertion of the task. The longer he stares, the more the numbness gives way to a slow aching pain spreading through his entire left hand.

What on earth—

Right. Jimmy.

Jimmy’s out doing something—looking for a horn, maybe?—and he must’ve, like, dropped a cobblestone on his hand or whatever. Not that Tango can come up with any reason as to why that might have occurred.

He flexes his fingers again, watches as the movement meets even more resistance than before. This sucks. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to grip anything with his left hand at this rate, and he doesn’t even know why.

It hurts more, now, in an almost tingling way, like brushing a collection of needles across his palm. Jimmy’s got to be doing something idiotic—but there’s nothing he can do about it on his end, except growl in frustration and slap some ice on the offending hand. Which he does, even though it only helps marginally. It at least brings it closer back to the numb state it had started with, so after ten minutes of icing, tapping his foot impatiently as he sits on the steps that lead into their shack, Tango ties the ice onto his still-sore knee and returns to work.

As soon as Jimmy gets back, Tango isn’t letting him out of his sight until he figures out what he’s been doing to injure himself in such inconvenient ways.

When Tango wakes up in the morning, it’s not just his hand and knee that are bothering him (though they still are). It’s also his hip—and it hurts. A lot.

He gasps a little when it shifts, grinding against the joint, as he tries to sit up. Usually Tango would chalk that up to age and not staying young forever, but he hadn’t felt any sort of warning that this was coming. His joints ache now and again, but it’s always achiness that vanishes quickly and only bothers him when it’s cold out, and that is not what this is. This is bad. This is worse than anything so far in this game. This is—well, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say this is his hip dislocated.

It’s not—he can move it well enough, he can feel his leg below it just fine, but it hurts so terribly that it has to be something bad, doesn’t it? He doesn’t remember sustaining an injury, but he must have for something this awful.

Tango does his best to work around it for now, rolling out of bed and limping to where he’d thrown his clothes the previous night. They need to get some sheep, get a change of clothes spun. It’s been a couple of days, and despite the cleanse of the respawn, his usual outfit is becoming a bit ripe.

His hip screams at him, and he only gets his shirt pulled over his head before he has to stop and check it over, probing figures searching for the injury.

There’s nothing.

The fingers of his left hand pulse from where he’s grabbing his leg, and he watches as they turn red and begin to swell again.

Right. Soulmates. Jimmy.

A quick glance around the shack tells him Jimmy’s not here. He must’ve already headed out for the morning—something that worries Tango, mostly because of the pain that’s sure to be coming his way.

But he also kinda just wants Jimmy to be okay.

He hadn’t known Jimmy but by reputation, and it’s so terribly strange actually living with the Canary. But . . . not in the way he’d expected.

Jimmy jokes around and gives Tango praise for the bare minimum and always has a smile. He’s really a nice guy when it comes down to it, and Tango’s genuinely a bit surprised that he hadn’t known that before. Everyone who had teamed up with him in the past only proclaimed his faults.

What’s probably the most gut-wrenching to learn about Jimmy is that he cares. Jimmy cares a lot—he takes the time to name each of their cows, he insists on carrying Tango through the door of their house bridal style when it’s first complete, he extends offers of friendship and trust to anyone he meets. Just yesterday, Tango watched him cradle an armful of chicks on his knees, pure adoration beaming from his face, as if it was the first time he’d even seen a baby chicken.

Tango can’t imagine how much it must have hurt for Jimmy’s former allies and friends to loudly shout his mistakes and ignore everything great about him. Tango’s not even known him for a week and he’s already coming to terms with the fact that Jimmy is more than his legend, is more than what everyone says. Jimmy’s a person, a kind if often misguided person, and Tango definitely still doesn’t want to be soulbound to him but he can at least show him the same kindness.

Jimmy’s a good friend. He deserves some happiness.

That doesn’t excuse all the hurt he’s causing Tango.

Jimmy may be a good friend, but he’s a terrible soulmate. He keeps getting hurt in some stupid way, leaving Tango to limp across their one room hut to the furnace just to try and warm up his terribly aching body. Not that it’ll help much, knowing that it’s Jimmy’s pain and not his own.

Now, he is a little bitter over it. He grumbles a few curses under his breath as he stretches, trying to pop the joints of his left knee and hip as if it’ll ease the pain. He massages the three main points of pain as well, his response to pain so deeply ingrained that he can’t help but try to soothe it, even if it isn’t his own. He’s not sure where Jimmy is right now, but he is sure that there’s no way the man is walking.

Maybe it’s Tango’s responsibility as his soulmate to go find him. Then again, maybe it’s Jimmy’s responsibility as Tango’s soulmate to be more careful about his health.

There’s nothing he can say for it now. Jimmy’s out and about getting injured, so Tango ought to get that farm started that they’d discussed last night. He takes another moment to just breathe, the pain settling into more of a pulsing ache, then hobbles out of the house, more than a little unhappy with Jimmy.

He doesn’t see Jimmy all day. All day, he continues to hurt.

It’s still dark out when Tango wakes, an agonized moan escaping his lips.

He can’t move. The entire left side of his body radiates with fire, from his jaw to his toes, leeching any coolness from the right side and leaving him sweaty under the blankets he can’t move to get out from under.

It hurts, it hurts so much worse than Tango could have ever imagined, it feels like axes splitting open the skin of his side and fishing hooks caught in his knee and white-hot razors along his arm and hand and back and gravel in his hip and a porcupine nestling his foot. Everything hurts so, so bad, and it’s everything Tango can do not to burst into tears as a choked cry squeezes past his clenched teeth.

“Oh—Tango! Did I wake you up?”

Someone’s speaking to him, he doesn’t know who so he can’t tell them what’s wrong, that’s just common sense, can’t be seen as weak on this world—

But there’s something right about their voice, something that, deep down past all the layers of torment, pulls at his soul.

Jimmy.

“Hurts,” Tango manages to wheeze, and there’s a moment of nothing but suffering before there’s a soft glow beside him and he focuses on Jimmy’s clear brown eyes, his brow wrinkled in concern.

“Oh, gosh, you’re all sweaty,” Jimmy murmurs. “Do you want the blanket off?”

Tango nods, gasps when it sends shooting pain up his jaw. Blurrily, he sees Jimmy slowly pull himself up from his knees by gripping the side of the bed, then place his lantern down.

Moments later, gentle hands are tugging the blanket off of him, wrapping it up into a ball at the foot of the bed. Tango takes a shuddering breath, cursing raspily when he feels a tear trickle down his temple.

“Oh, gosh. Oh, geez,” Jimmy mutters from somewhere beside him, then there’s a large hand shifting under his right shoulder, another holding his right hand. “I’m about to help you sit up, all right? It helps, I promise.”

Tango nods almost imperceptibly. He’s practically lying in a puddle of his own sweat, and despite the terrifying pain crashing wave after wave into his body, he feels as if he might be more in control while sitting up.

Jimmy counts to three, then heaves him up so quickly Tango’s almost too shocked to feel anything. Almost.

Because as soon as he’s sitting up, all of the worst spots—his hand, hip, knee, jaw, foot—scream at him in one huge burst. His right hand somehow finds his pants to grip hard, reassurance that he’s here, he still exists, even when his world feels like nothing but endless shards of glass being hurled at him.

It takes Tango too long to realize that Jimmy’s sat beside him on the bed, both arms clutched around his middle. A sob tears from Tango’s throat at a pulse in his left hand, and as he turns his head ever so slightly, he sees Jimmy wince in time.

Right—Jimmy’s feeling all of this as well.

How in the world had he been able to walk, let alone help Tango sit up?

More importantly, Tango hadn’t done anything dangerous in his sleep. This pain doesn’t belong to him. Jimmy had been awake already—had he left the house, had something bad happened to him?

Panic drowns the pain, and Tango releases his pant leg and turns properly, using the low light of the shuttered lantern to examine Jimmy for injuries. There’s no blood or bruising that he can see on Jimmy’s exposed left arm, but the sleeveless white undershirt he wears to sleep obscures his side and the lighting is too dark to see his legs properly—

Jimmy carefully uncurls Tango’s questing right hand from where it’s wrapped around the hem of his undershirt, pats it. His face twists guiltily when he speaks. “I’m so sorry, Tango. I have a pan of water boiling for tea, it’ll help if you feel like trying it.”

Tea. Tango’s never been much of a tea-drinker, but it actually sounds . . . really nice. The pain is severe enough that his stomach is rolling, so at the very least, something to calm that would be great. A warm drink could ease the aching a bit too. He nods agreement, winces when it sends another jolt down his neck.

His knee and hip begin to hurt exponentially more—at levels he didn’t think were possible—when Jimmy stands and crosses the room, leaving his line of sight. Tango breathes in through clenched teeth, then out. Again. Again. He’s not going to cry, he tells himself despite the tears already falling. He can breathe through the pain.

A flash of something hot—stinging—burning hits Tango’s right arm just above the wrist and he jerks, hissing when the jostle just exacerbates everything. He looks to his left—Jimmy’s cursing over and over, balancing a very full pan of sloshing, steaming water. The light of the furnace is brighter than the lantern, and Tango can see a light red burn spreading across his right arm. A glance down at his own arm shows the same mark.

“I’ll rub some ointment on that in a sec, just gotta pour the other cup—”

That cup presumably goes smoother, because soon enough, Jimmy’s limping over with a cup for him. Jimmy presses it into his hands with instructions to let it seep, then goes back for the medical supplies. After several minutes of the cup warming Tango’s hand, he feels the burn on his arm cool, and though it’s only a marginal improvement in the grand scheme of his body, Tango’s grateful for it.

“Stupid Grian and his stupid no-potions rule,” Jimmy grumbles as he gingerly sits beside Tango again, sipping at his own tea. It’s not instant, but Tango feels his body relax slightly without his own input.

He lifts the cup to his nose, sniffs it. It smells almost woody, and while that’s not usually something he goes for, preferring a sweet drink, he tastes it anyhow.

It’s . . . well, it’s strange. It’s quite a bit saltier than he expected, and the woody flavor is very present—almost as if biting into a piece of driftwood found on the beach. He’s not sure he likes it.

He can’t deny it’s helping, though. It still hurts, a lot, but the tea cuts through the fog of pain in his head and relaxes his tensed muscles.

“Better?”

Tango nods, breathing a sigh of relief when the motion only twinges. “What . . . where’d you learn to make this stuff?” he rasps, shaking the mug for emphasis.

“Lizzie taught me, actually. I’m not sure if she invented it, though. It probably came from Ocean tradition.”

Tango chooses not to ask about that. Instead, with a slow wave of pain cresting, he takes another sip and brings up the obvious.

“You’re hurt.”

Jimmy winces. “No. I’m not.”

Tango croaks out a laugh, despite there being nothing funny about any of this. “Oh yeah?” he challenges. “Why’s it hurt, then? I’ve been feeling it all week. What’s going on?”

The hunch of Jimmy’s shoulders is despondent, his gaze into the tea guilty once again. “I’m not—I haven’t been getting injured,” he begins. “Well, except for just now, with the boiling water. But this—” he gestures vaguely to the left side of his body with his cup— “this is just the way it is. It always hurts.”

That’s not possible, though. Jimmy’s young, and he runs around and farms and keeps up with everything, and with this level of agony Tango doesn’t think that would be possible for anyone, no matter how young they are.

“Is this—is it a Canary thing?” asks Tango, trying to work it out aloud. “Like, the curse is already trying to kill you, and it just hurts until—”

“No,” Jimmy interrupts quickly. “It’s not—it’s nothing to do with—that. It’s—look, Tango, do you know what chronic pain is?”

“I’m a smart boy, I can figure it out,” Tango says drily, then more seriously, “like arthritis?”

“That’s one kind, yeah. It really just means a pain that you’re stuck with for life. And that’s . . . that’s what this is.”

“Yeah, but arthritis isn’t—isn’t this,” Tango protests, biting back a gasp as his elbow flares. “It’s—it means that sometimes you need a cane ‘cuz your knees are tired. This—”

“—isn’t arthritis,” Jimmy finishes. He looks tired, more than anything. “It’s called Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, or CRPS. You ought to look it up when this is over, not too many people know about it. And arthritis can be a lot worse than you think, you know.”

CRPS. Tango rolls the letters around his tongue, takes another sip of his tea. The pain is definitely more manageable now, seeing as he’s not clenching his jaw so hard he’s afraid of cracking a tooth. “So . . . what, you just woke up one day like this? Or were you born with it?”

Jimmy frowns. “Neither, really. It—well, some years back, my hand just . . . stopped working right. Temperatures were all wrong, it got all swollen sometimes. All that. And ever since, it’s just . . . it’s spread.”

Tango takes a moment to process that, as well. It’s a little difficult to wrap his head around: Jimmy’s been feeling this pain for years, and it’s only gotten worse as time passed. Like dementia, his mind supplies randomly. At first it’s just little things here and there, then it builds and then one day you wake up with everything wrong.

“That . . . that sucks,” Tango says vehemently. “You just live like this? All the time?”

“There are good days and bad days,” Jimmy shrugs. Tango swallows back the pain that rolls through his left shoulder at the motion. “This is—this is a bad day. I pushed myself too hard this week.”

“Is there anything that helps?”

Jimmy raises his mug. “This stuff. Stretching and sleeping well and all those healthy lifestyle things. But potions don’t touch it, and neither does a respawn, so.”

That’s a disappointment for sure. Tango had been about to ask Grian to lift the potion restriction for Jimmy alone in light of this information. If Jimmy’s right, though, and there’s nothing that really relieves this pain. . . .

“How are we going to survive?” he mumbles to himself. If they’re both in constant, mind-numbing pain, how will they ever be able to stand up to the other crazy pairs on the server? How will they be conscious enough to even recognize threats?

“Sorry,” Jimmy says quietly, and Tango doesn’t realize until he glances over that Jimmy’s face is shadowed in guilt.

“Hey, no—that’s not your fault, dude! Why would you ever think it’s your fault?” Tango may still be fairly irritated (or a lot irritated, with this revelation) about Jimmy being his soulmate, but Jimmy’s his soulmate and he won’t stand for that kind of treatment of his soulmate.

Jimmy shrugs again. “I’ve always sort of—dragged everyone else down, you know?”

“What? No—”

“C’mon, Tango,” Jimmy says, fixing him with an exhausted glare. “I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid. I know what they call me. I know what they think when they see me. I know what you thought when you realized that I was your soulmate—you didn’t want me. I could tell. I’m—I’m not meant to be happy, I’m not meant to win anything, and everyone knows and makes it their life mission to make sure I’m alone in that.”

It’s not the words that worry Tango the most. It’s the matter-of-fact tone, the clear belief that these thoughts are universal and unshakeable, that really bothers him.

“That’s not true,” he automatically responds. Jimmy just shakes his head.

“Grian won’t give me a horn because he thinks they won’t be fun when I have one,” he counters. “Martyn kicked me out of the Southlands and Grian voted to keep me out twice. Everyone I’ve met since the start of this world has been grateful that it wasn’t me they were stuck with. The last server I was on, everything was taken from me and I was exiled. I’m the Canary and my life is supposed to suck—whether it’s death or destruction or my own body fighting me, I’m supposed to be alone, so that if I die from the fumes no one else will!”

Tango’s not sure how to respond to that, so he doesn’t say anything. All he can think is those sound like a lame excuse for friends.

Jimmy’s shoulders are shaking and he sniffs, runs a hand under his nose. “I’m sorry that the universe—or whatever higher powers there are—stuck us together, Tango. I really am. If I’d had any idea that someone else would be feeling . . . this, I never would’ve agreed to come on this round. We can talk to Grian, arrange something, take me out of the game. I’m sorry I’m here. I’m sorry you’re with me.”

And then he hunches over into a miserable little heap, one that sends pulsing aches through Tango’s bones and his heart.

Because Jimmy’s right. He had been upset, angry even, over being paired with Jimmy. Ever since he found out, he’d been bitter—never to Jimmy’s face, but clearly his efforts to hide his true feelings hadn’t been enough and Jimmy had noticed.

And now that he knows it all—or at least, knows as much as Jimmy felt like telling—those feelings have completely vanished in an instant. Instead of resenting Jimmy just for the chance of being stuck with him, or getting angry at how he seemed to be getting hurt all the time, Tango just feels so much love for Jimmy it hurts.

He may not know the guy very well, but he knows by now that he struggles to even stay on his feet on a daily basis. He knows that he’s world-weary, tired, exhausted. He knows that he must feel like everyone has abandoned him for a chronic condition that he can’t control just because it tends to lead him into death a bit easier.

And maybe Tango is still angry, but not at Jimmy. He’s angry with Jimmy’s so-called friends for abandoning him to a world of nothing but pain.

“You’re amazing,” Tango tells him, and he hadn’t realized exactly what feeling those words were going to be imbued with when he said them, but now he knows and his heart is singing in admiration. “Jimmy, you’re telling me that you deal with this every day, and you’re still an incredible player? That’s—you’re amazing,” he says again, and this time, Jimmy lifts his head up.

His eyes are dry, surprisingly, but he only offers a disbelieving smile. “You think?” he asks drily.

“No, really—how long did you say this had been going on?”

Jimmy bites his lip. “Five years or so? I don’t remember.”

Five years. Five years of this all-encompassing pain, the pain that just minutes ago Tango had been certain he was dying from. And nobody had ever even noticed. He’d somehow hidden it.

He’d hidden it from Tango, too.

“I wish you’d told me earlier,” Tango says. “I wish I’d known.”

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t know you could feel it, otherwise—”

“Not for my own sake,” Tango interrupts. “I wish I’d known so that I could help you be more comfortable. It’s not the whole, feel-each-others’-pain thing. It’s about how you’re my friend, and I want you to feel better. For you, not me.”

Jimmy doesn’t believe him, he can tell. Tango’s not surprised after what he’s said. He takes Jimmy by the shoulder—the right one, of course, slinging his arm around Jimmy’s back to do so—and gently tips his head so that it’s leaning against Jimmy’s.

“I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else on the server,” Tango says, doing his best to rub Jimmy’s shoulder comfortingly. “Who cares if we die first? You’re my soulmate, dude. What’s important is that I got your back no matter what.”

Jimmy bumps his head lightly against Tango’s, lets out a shuddering sigh. “You sure?” he asks, voice so terribly small and achingly vulnerable.

“No doubt about it. And if any one of the others says anything about you, just let me know. I'll make ‘em regret it.”

“You can’t kill until you’re on Red,” Jimmy points out. Tango grins.

“There are a lot of other ways to ruin their lives,” Tango threatens ominously. Jimmy snorts out a laugh.

He’s still in severe amounts of pain. He still barely got any sleep. Somehow, though, Tango feels motivated. Motivated enough to help Jimmy understand that he’s willing to learn to be better.

“So what’s first?”

Jimmy shoots him a confused look. Tango takes another sip of tea before continuing.

“You said this tea stuff helps. What else? Should we take the day off, or power through it? Is there more to do to make it better? What do we do?”

“You—you really want to stay?”

“What, like you expect me to leave you to deal with this alone?” Tango scoffs. “No way. I’m here to support you, man. I want to stay.”

Jimmy nods several times. “Okay. Okay. Um, there’s a few chores we’ll need to do once the sun actually rises, but other than that we’d probably ought to take it easy. Um, ice might be good? But that’s mainly just to numb it enough to get through the chores, it’ll probably be worse after because it hates extreme temperatures. Other than that, we just need to . . . ride it out, see how it goes.”

Tango can do that. He trusts Jimmy knows what he’s doing. “I can handle most of the chores—we’ll both feel better if you stay in bed, I think. I can go get some ice from the icebox to start.”

Of course Jimmy protests. For some reason, none of the others had ever talked about how adamant Jimmy could be about his own capabilities, how desperately he wanted to help. And as the morning goes on, maybe Tango relents a little bit when the burning under his skin gets the better of him—lets Jimmy feed the cows while he pulls weeds out of the garden, lets Jimmy cook up something for lunch while he collects eggs and feeds the chickens.

And if they both sleep the rest of the day (Jimmy tells him they’re out of ‘spoons’, something Tango’s never heard before but is willing to accept), nobody comes calling to find out.

Tango knows Jimmy’s exerting himself when the ache in the bones of his left leg jumps from a 4 to an 8 on a 1-10 scale of pain. He’s learned by now that it’ll just trigger a chain reaction and soon his entire body will be on fire, so he packs up his hammer and nails and throws a tarp over the section of roof he’d been redoing. He leaves the ladder propped up against the house, sets his toolbox down just inside the door, and starts a pan of water boiling.

Jimmy stumbles in twenty minutes later, just as the pain in his upper back crescendos.

“Sorry,” he gasps, shucking off his chestplate that Tango notices now has a very glimmery effect to it, “went down to the Deep Dark. It’s—it’s something else down there.”

“That’s incredible!” Tango exclaims, and he helps Jimmy with the rest of the armor, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise at the spikes of agony shooting through him. Jimmy smiles proudly, the only indication that he hurts at all the pinching of his forehead and the lines around his eyes.

Jimmy willingly gets into bed while Tango finishes up the tea—a sign of how exhausted he is, really. Tango’s learned over the past week that Jimmy does not like giving up, even at the expense of his bodily functions. It’s another thing about him that, for some reason, had never been touted by his so-called friends.

When the tea is done and they both have their mugs, Tango gingerly clambers onto their pushed-together beds and kneels beside the face-down Jimmy. “Is it all right if I touch you?” he asks, suddenly anxious. Jimmy’s back tenses; Tango’s own back seizes in pain.

“Wh—how so?” Jimmy asks cautiously.

Tango works his hands absently in the air, miming his intended actions to no one. “Like, a massage. I thought it might help to loosen the muscles up or something.”

Jimmy’s quiet for a moment. “Maybe. I’ve never had anyone willing to try.”

Tango swallows back the anger at how lonely Jimmy sounds and gets to work, starting with both hands, switching to just his right when it proves too painful to be continuing with the left. He massages up and down Jimmy’s back, then his left leg, all while Jimmy presses his face into the pillow and is silent.

It doesn’t really help. Tango only feels marginally better, although that may be more because his body is less tense rather than any actual pain relief. But when Tango lies down properly, gritting his teeth at the spasms of pain trailing up and down his body, Jimmy turns to rest his cheek on Tango’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispers, sniffling a bit. “Not just—but for everything. I don’t deserve you.” Tango shifts so that his arm wraps around Jimmy, holding him close to his chest. Despite the stinging at the motion, Jimmy melts into him, and Tango wonders just how long it’s been since Jimmy was properly hugged.

Jimmy may be the Canary, but Jimmy’s his Canary. And Tango’s going to make darn sure that he’s always got someone to hold him when the pain won’t relinquish its grip. He’s going to be here for Jimmy until they both die first, and even beyond that.

Tango’s going to do his best to prove to Jimmy that his pain does not make him a burden. It does not make him unworthy of love.

And maybe Tango will learn a few things along the way, about chronic pain and disability, and how unfair the world is for those who need help. For now though, he’ll just hold Jimmy tight until they both fall asleep, and hope that Jimmy will begin to understand just how amazing he is.

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criticaaaaaaaal · 2 years

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me about to read a shadowpeach fanfic only to notice that its tagged with “wukong is a bad person” or “wukong traumatized macaque” or “wukong hate club” or anything akin to that

#critical watches monkie kid #OK . OK I WILL SAY:#i totally understand evil/dark wukong aus. i get it. i like them. i appreciate them. i understand #and i can see WHY ppl write them. wukong is a character you can make mean easily #and mac is a character a lot of people relate to #and a lot of people really like him (i do too!)#i can see WHY ppl dote on him in fanfics or make him very much a victim of outside things #i see you and i appreciate you #but also i just. man. i feel like people forget that wukong is actually a good person and just want to always write him as this -#one dimensional abuser or something #and again : if you DO want to just write him as that as a fic au or SOMETHING by all means go ahead #no hate here #i think im just. :( i just wanna read a fanfic i guess where wukong isnt this one dimensional monster #if youre gonna make him evil/dark but keep it in line with the original characterizations (esp the ones in monkie kid) at least .........#idk ......... make it like . make it more then one dimensional? gah #this post is spurred on by the fact i saw a fanfic a lot of shadowpeach ppl were chatting about #and i looked into it (i havent read it. yet. i might)#and it seems to have the same premise of macaque is trying to escape wukong who is a nasty abuser!#and like. ok. im SURE its a lot more than that (i hope)#i jusssssstrttttttt #blaarghhhh

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justabookworm39 · 1 year

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if nobody else got me I know the RvB fandom got me can I get an amen?!

#bookworm speaks #context: I'm so used to my writing getting like no traction when posted on tumblr #but the RvB whumpay fic not only got notes for itself but also for my other rvb fics????#thanks guys!! I've missed you #anyway I DO still wanna do whumpay but between work writing and zine writing I Have not had time/mental bandwidth #but I'm still going! just uh. go ahead and follow me on AO3 for it #the work of formatting it for tumblr is NOT worth it when the challenge's own blog isn't really active atm #and it's not getting any notes otherwise

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grishaverse-chaos · 1 year

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new writing sideblog!! @mayhemwrites <3

#so if you have any fic requests go ahead and send them in 👀👀👀👀#i know i keep asking for requests but im bored and i wanna write something but i have very little inspo #(and also i wanna open writing commissions eventually and in order to do that i need a solid portfolio of things ive already written)#so yeah if there's any ships/characters/events you want to read about!! send me requests!!#mayhem.txt #mayhem rambles

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askamnesiamoonjumper · 1 year

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hey hey hey you should totally like reread the first chapter of thr aau prologue because I edited it the other day to have better pacing and more dialogue and it’s a lot better now (mostly did it Bc I was already planning to do it anyway and also had some ideas for what to do so I just went ahead and spent the day editing it ^^👍)

#this is also a reminder DO NOT READ HEARTSTRINGS ITS GOING THROUGH BIG EDITS/REWRITE ATM DONT GO TO IT YET #even then like the prologue isn’t even done yet so likeeee idk a reason you’d skip ahead unless you had read it when it dropped #Hb and fmn also got edits but it was just grammar or wording no new stuff but bawm got like new dialogue n descriptions n stuff etc #Nothing huge but still enough that I felt the need to bring it up lol #Semi did this also to build hype for the soon to come big things #Bc the fic has been a bit dead as of late oof I wanted to do smth to pass the time yk :3 #School kicking my ass and it sucks like GRRR I WANNA DO AAU but any day I get in the mood to write the prologue I have loads of work 😔#gracephobia smh #Lol uh ig that’s it ? again sorry for not being as active as of late but as I already said: school sucks (that and aau writing taking ages)

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sananaryon · 4 months

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Can people write post-canon fics that are not centered around Jon and Martin please?

#i get it #theyre your blorbos #but there are fucking ten million jonmartin survives jonmartin ghost jonmartin mourning jonmartin fucking fics #there are three (four with Rosie) perfectly good sapphics right there #but it feels like everybpost canon fic is about jon and martin #even if they dont feature in yhem directly the entire fic will be about people mourning them #everyone loves jonmartin #but i really want to read some fics about melanie basira and daisy moving the fuck on #they have whole lives ahead of them do no one want to write about that?#about their relationship?#melanie georgie and basira sitting in a three #basira moving in with melanie and georgie #rosie having to pick up the pieces of her life #theres a goldmine of fics exploring how basira and rosie move on after everything #i just get frustrated by how much this fandom ignores female characters and write ten billion jonmartin fics #before you go “be the change you wanna see in the world” I am #doesnt mean i cant vent about not seeing any fics exploring the three main characters that are actually alive

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omgeto · 7 months

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SEX IN PUBLIC IS MY FAv FIC

Love kidney anon

me having to do a hard deep think about what u were on about. I thought at first u meant U LIKE TO HAVE SEX IN PUBLIC IF SO THEN MAJOR SLAY FOR U U BETTER WORKKK

#BUT OMG I forgot I wrote that #that is a hidden gem amongst my when you have sex fics #my favourite fic is my I wanna be urs one w gojo idk I JUST THINK TAHT WAS PEAK EMP WRITING #and that was my third fic #but im cooking up this geto angsty smutty dramatic fic that may be good we shall see #kidney stone anon!#love ya #xoxo gossip girl 💋#BUT YEAH UR PRIZE IS WHATEVER U WANT #ILL DO WHATEVER #ANSWER WHATEVER QUESTION U HAVE SO #GO AHEAD

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nin-deer · 1 year

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fun fact of the week: my first (written and completed) fic was finished on 11/20/2021!

Hm... Weird... It's almost 11/20 again... 🤔

(What's this? It's part of a series now? Huh, would you look at that...)

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shalaaex · 6 months

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Mmmm bit of a lazy update but next one is going to be the last update of the first part… then we get into the good stuff. I changed the writing since it was hard to read and I’ll change it in the other ones too :)) anyways see ya next update

Sofa if youre reading this i hate you

anyways a reminder this fic belongs to @celestiangell and is merely an adaption! if you wanna read ahead heres the link, if you dont read ao3, follow along :))

When Worlds Collide - Chapter 1 - celestiangel - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

(PEAK FICTION NON BIAS)

SEE YA NEXT TIME IM SO TIRED IM PASSING OUT

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#rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #leo rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt angst #leosagi #leo x usagi #when worlds collide #wwc #wwc comic #rottmnt leosagi #samurai rabbit #usagi yuichi #yuichi usagi

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 5 months

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I'm new to your blog, stumbled upon it accidentaly but so glad I did 😍, and I have to say that your writing is amazing, I've only read your Lando fics (I'm sure all your fics about other drivers are also amazing) because I adore him and every single one of them was *chefs kiss*,

I was wondering if you could write a fic where reader always comes up to Lando for a good nights kiss when he's streaming late because she doesn't wanna go to sleep without kissing him first and just cuddling him for a bit and the chat always goes wild with comments about how cute they are, and Max always teasing them ofc.

Please Never Change - LN

When I say just the request of this made my heart burst, like this is the cutest thing in the world and I think just as a request this might be one of the cutest fluffiest things ever. Another short but sweet.

Lando doesn't always end his days gaming or streaming, but many of them when he's at home he does. Y/n doesn't mind and in fact she quite likes just hearing his voice in the apartment.

Eventually she is tired and goes about her night routine, skincare, haircare, etc. Everything important obviously. Then she knocks lightly on the door seeing Lando turn then turning back to check the time.

"Oh, hey baby." Lando smiles shifting his chair back. "Is it bedtime?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to come see you before bed." Y/n nods lightly, then smiling when he pats his lap making her move and sit down on his lap. "What you playing?"

"Halo." Lando smiles unplugging his headphones so she can hear all the boys then pulling the mic towards her. "Say hi."

"Hey, guys." Y/n grins while reading the chat who are all completely melting over the sight of how Lando is with her. "You're adorable apparently."

"Yeah, I know. They know it too." Lando states making her sigh not hiding an eye roll as she leans back into him rolling her head on his shoulder giving him the opportunity to kiss her neck softly. "Are you ok baby?"

"Yeah, just wanna stay here for a bit...if that's ok?"

"Yeah, of course. I want you to stay here with me. I'd have you here all the time if you actually wanted to be here but you get bored." Lando grins knowing he's just teasing her even if it's with the truth.

"Are we going to just watch the two of you make rest of us, even the ones in relationships, feel painfully single or are we going to keep playing?" Max asks making y/n nearly jump.

"Yes. Yeah, sorry." Y/n nods before she giggles nuzzling down a little against him. "Go on."

Lando does go ahead with the game but he keeps looking and checking on her, watching her gaze focus on the screen but after a few minutes her eyes start to visibly droop and her body grows heavier against him. She tries to fight it for a couple minutes but eventually concedes slumping a little and letting her eyes close. He can't even hide his smile oversaw cute she looks.

Pouted lips, face slightly squished against him.

"Baby, as much as I love having you here. I think you need to go to bed." Lando whispers earning a grunt before she sits up yawning a little. "You can stay here if you want."

"No. I do want to go to bed." Y/n frowns shaking her head since she knows she'd fall asleep and inevitably be woken up by Lando trying to take her to bed and that would make her moody with him and take her forever to get back to sleep.

"Gimme a kiss baby." Lando smiles knowing that was the whole reason she came in here in the first place.

Y/n smiles tiredly leaning in and giving him a couple short kisses, not wanting to get too carried away when the stream is watching. But Lando's large hand coming up to cup her face, she is kept in a longer lingering kiss.

"I won't be too long." Lando states breaking the kiss, though stealing one more short one for good measure.

"We have a whole other mission."

"And I have a girlfriend." Lando states with a shrug while she laughs a little and leans over to the mic.

"Bye guys have fun on that other mission." Y/n yawns before she stands up and moves around, shuffling tiredly as she exits the room and Lando watches her with a loving gaze before she's gone.

"Alright, if you're leaving soon. At least give us your attention until then." Max demands making Lando roll his eyes as he turns back to look at the screens. "Oh he's mad."

"I'm not mad."

"You were rude to his girlfriend, he's mad."

"Shut up." Lando demands then sighing as he puts his head phones back on.

Lando loves y/n's need to give him a kiss every time she goes to bed, he loves the fact she wants to do it. The boys do sometimes annoy him for it though.

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ddejavvu · 4 months

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Omg! I saw that fic you wrote based on friends tv series and i love it! Its so freaking cute!! Reading that fic remind me of another scene of friends tv series if you dont mind writing it?

Where chandler is having a bath and everyone just comes in at one point and start having conversations in the bathroom.

Maybe reader is like the therapist of the group and everyone wants her opinion on smtg and while reader is taking a bath, one by one just starting to enter and start having conversations with her and the rest until one of marauders (reader’s bf) start shooing everyone out so reader could have a peaceful bath?

i changed this a teeny bit, i'm sorry! but i've never seen friends so i think that's okay

"Y/N," Sirius is the first to interrupt your warm bath with James, meant to soothe his sore muscles after Quidditch practice, and lull you to sleep against his chest. Thankfully, James has poured a liberal amount of strawberry bubble bath into the water, so there's foam up to your necks.

"What's'a matter, Pads?" James answers for you while you try clearing the almost-sleep from your brain, but the man scoffs at him.

"Prongs, no offence, but I need help with makeup. And you're the last person in this castle I'd come to for that."

Before James can make an affronted retort, you pipe up, smoothing a soothing hand on James's thigh beneath the bubbles, "What do you need, Sirius?"

"Black or blue liner?" He shows off his outfit, then the two eyeliner pens in his hand.

"Black," You decide with a wrinkled nose, "Blue doesn't match your earrings."

"Thanks," Sirius grins, tossing the blue pen onto the counter and leaving with the black one, "Oh-! Sorry, Rem, go ahead."

Just when you'd been about to settle back against James's chest, Remus steps in, clearly having run into Sirius on the way out. James groans, but Remus incurs less of his wrath than Sirius often does, the price of becoming siblings as well as brothers.

"I left The Nightingale on your bed," Remus informs you, "Can I take Falling Leaves?"

"The smaller one," You nod, "Not the special edition. Sorry, Rem, I know you're careful, but I can't afford a chocolate stain on it."

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly, but he'll respect your wishes. After all, he's careful in lending out special editions of his books, too.

"Thanks, Y/N!"

"Remus," James calls at the retreating form of his friend, "Do me a favor: close the door behind you!"

Remus does so, and James hooks an arm around your waist beneath the suds. It's warm and slightly pruned, and you sink into it gladly, reclining once more against his bare chest.

"Now that that's over," He gripes, his hand travelling below your waist, fingers hooking into the pudge of your thighs, "We could..."

"Don't even think about it," You pinch his thigh, just above the dome of his kneecap, ignoring his yelp in response, "This bath is to fix your sore muscles, not make new ones."

"I'm fine," James insists, burrowing his nose into the nape of your neck where fine droplets of water cling to your wispy hairs, "Please, darling, I swear I can-"

"Y/N?" Lily calls, the sweet tone of her voice matching the strawberry scent heavy in the air, "I know you're bathing, I'm sorry, but it'll only take a moment."

James holds his breath, but you use yours to call, "Come in, Lily," And he releases his in a scoff, fingers finally abandoning your thigh.

"I was just wondering if I could borrow your green sweater," Lily hums, politely avoiding any eye contact with James's muscled shoulders as he drapes his arms over the sides of the bathtub.

"G'head, babe," You smile sweetly at her, "You going to Hogsmeade?"

"The whole dorm is," She nods excitedly, "You wanna join?"

You consider it despite James's hand plunging back into the water and latching tight to your hip. Finally you decide, "No, but I might end up joining you if James can't learn to keep his hands to himself."

"Hey!" He tears his hand away from you once more, spilling water over the side of the tub when he finds purchase against the edge, "If you keep letting people barge in here, we won't be able to do anything anyways."

"Excellent point," You nod thoughtfully, and James's exasperated groan brings a smile to Lily's face that she shares giddily with you, "Lily, if you happen to see Professor McGonagall on your way over, send her in."

#james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #james potter one shot #james potter one-shot #james potter headcanon #james potter headcanons #james potter hc #james potter hcs #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fanfiction

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worldlxvlys · 1 month

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Hi baby!

I love your writing so much!

Are you able to do a aftercare fic? Majority of smut stories I see they have little to no aftercare or very shitty aftercare

Hope you're doing well!

earned it (one of the girls part 3)

fwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), pretty fluffyyyy, cursing

a/n: hopefully this is enough aftercare for you 🙏🏾

hope you enjoyyy

part 1. part 2.

“well? what are you so afraid of?” she asked, looking at me expectantly.

“i don’t know” i breathed out, finding it difficult to speak the words i wanted to.

she squinted her eyes at me, “yes you do, chris. why are you lying to me?”

fuck her for knowing me so well.

“i’m not” i spoke, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“yes you are”

“no, i’m…” my voice trailed off as she leaned over me on the bed, making me move my body away from hers until i was laying down.

“do i make you nervous, chris ?” she asked as she looked down at me.

yes.

“no”

“still lying, huh?” she asked as she ground her hips down into mine.

“oh my god” i groaned as my hands shot out to her waist.

“no touching until you stop lying to me” she spoke as she slapped my hands away.

her hands pushed down on my chest, keeping my body pressed to the bed as she rubbed her clothed pussy against my bulge.

“touch me again and i’ll tie your ass up” she spoke before pulling her shirt over her head.

“fuck” i sighed out as i realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

you make it look like it’s magic

‘cause i see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

i was lost in the way her hips moved on top of me. the way she leaned back on my thighs, her head thrown back in pleasure.

she knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.

when she put her mind to something, she never allowed anything to stop her. and right now, she was determined to get the truth out of me.

i was damn near ready to give it to her.

she never broke eye contact with me, despite my dominant nature, she was never intimidated by me.

although she was usually the submissive one, she never failed to put me in my place.

so i love when you call unexpected

‘cause i hate when the moment’s expected

so i’ma care for you, you, you

i’ma care for you, you, you, you

she caught me off guard with the role switch, the last thing i was expecting tonight was to have her on top of me, looking down at me with those hooded eyes.

she knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy, she knew what to do to get me to break.

she grabbed my hand, moving it up her ribcage but stopping right under her breast.

“wanna touch, chris?” she asked, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes at me.

i nodded my head frantically.

“beg”

“no”

“no?” she raise her eyebrows at me, halting her movements.

“i wanna take care of you” i spoke up to her.

“that’s a first” she scoffed. “you can make it up to me after, right now i wanna hear you beg”

“you want me so bad? you care about me? actions speak louder than words, pretty boy. so fucking prove it”

“please. i wanna touch you so badly, ma. i wanna worship your body, show you how much you mean to me. wanna show you how loved you are” i said.

cause girl, you’re perfect

you’re always worth it

and you deserve it

the way you work it

“go ahead then” she said. as soon as the words came out of her mouth, i sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“love your tits” i whispered before bringing one into my mouth, making her moan.

i focused on swirling my tongue around her nipple before doing the same to the other one.

i left open-mouthed kisses all over her chest while staring up at her.

“i know you like it rough, but i’m gonna take my time with you. you deserve it”

‘cause girl, you earned it, yeah

girl, you earned it, yeah

i left kisses up her neck, and jaw before leaving them all over her face.

“chris!” she laughed before i placed a soft kiss against her lips.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, have i ever told you that?”

“yeah, but you were also buried inside of me when you said it so i don’t think that counts” she said playfully.

“i mean everything i tell you, no matter when i say it. it’s never just the heat of the moment baby” i whispered to her.

“ok” she whispered back, a slight smile growing on her face.

i left kisses all up and down her arms, before starting my descent down her stomach.

“can i?” i asked as my mouth stopped at her sleep shorts.

“always, chris”

on that lonely night

said it wouldn’t be love

but we felt the rush

i couldn’t keep my hands off of her, not being able to touch her seemed to have affected me way more than i thought it had.

i needed to feel her bare body against mine.

“need to feel you” i whispered against her skin, looking up at her.

“you have me, chris. i’m right here” she responded, breathing heavily.

i pulled down her shorts and panties, while she helped me rid myself of my own clothes.

once they were off, i flipped us around, laying her down under me.

we just stared at each other for a while, so many unspoken words being exchanged through our eyes.

we both knew what this meant, but were too scared to say it aloud.

i love you.

at least, that’s what i was thinking. who knows what was going on in her head.

“mark me” i told her.

“what?” she asked, eyes widening.

“no more other girls, i only want you. i’m yours, so mark me”

she wasted no time in pulling my neck down, placing her lips on it.

i let out a moan at the feeling of her sucking on the skin, her lips massaging the area sensually before she let it go.

she moved further up my neck, repeating the motion several times, before moving her head back to admire her work.

“pretty” she whispered with a smile on her face.

i dipped my head back down, now leaving kisses to her thighs.

‘cause girl you’re perfect

you’re always worth it

and you deserve it

“you deserve all of the love in this world, and if no one else gives it to you, then i will” i spoke between kisses. “i love everything about you”

“chris-”she started, but let out a loud moan when i licked a stripe up her pussy.

“just need a little taste” i spoke as i stared at her wetness.

i hooked my hands around her thighs before lapping at her arousal.

“oh my god, chris. yes, yes, it feels so good!” she gasped.

i groaned against her as i felt her thighs push against my hands, attempting to close.

her gasps and moans filled the room as i continued to work my tongue through her folds, relishing in the taste of her against my tongue.

i pushed my tongue into her needy hole, her hands flying to my hair to grip the brown locs.

i curled my tongue inside of her, shoveling it through her velvety walls, making her scream.

“c-chris, i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that” she moaned out.

i shook my head side to side, allowing my nose to press against her clit, before moving my face away.

“god, you taste so fucking good” i whispered as i licked my lips, watching as she looked down at me with her eyes slightly widened.

“need you so bad, chris” she whined, clenching her thighs together.

“i got you, princess. just relax. gonna take care of you” i told her before lining myself up with her.

“ready?” i asked, grabbing her hips. once she gave me a nod in response, i pushed into her.

her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her, making us both moan as i bottomed out.

i leaned down, pressing my chest to hers as i began to move.

my thrusts were slow but deep, allowing her walls to cling onto my dick tightly.

“h-holy shit” i groaned out, shuddering at the way she felt around me.

we’d done this a million times before, but this time was different.

it felt like i was closer to her than i’d ever been.

she looked so good, staring up at me with her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“god, you feel so good around me. not gonna last long” i groaned when she clenched around me in response.

“fuck, i-i’m so close” i moaned as my hands clenched the bedsheet under her.

“good, i want you to fill me up so badly” she spoke as she stared up at me.

she was pushing me closer to my orgasm embarrassingly fast, but i couldn’t help it.

being with her like this was driving me crazy. my every thought was consumed by her. my skin pressed against hers, the taste of her essence lingering on my tongue, her breathy moans, her hands wrapped around my arms, all of the little things turned me on even more.

“come on, chris. you gonna cum with me?” she asked as she clenched around me again, pushing me over the edge.

“oh my god! fuck, fuck, i’m cumming” i panted out as i shot my load inside of her, making her cry out.

she shook under me as she released all over my cock, while my seed continued to spurt out of me.

“fuck, chris. didn’t even know you could cum this much” she spoke when i finished, her inner thighs covered in my pleasure.

when i pulled out, we watched our juices spill out of her and onto the sheets.

“got anymore?” she asked before wrapping her hand around my dick, making my hips jerk into her hand.

“w-wait, baby that- shit, shit, shit” i whimpered as more cum shot out of me.

“hmm, someone liked that, huh?” she teased as she continued to stroke me, watching as my hips shook.

i went to grab her wrist, but she stopped me before i could.

“what’s that you always tell me? sit there and take it?” she smirked at me.

a few more beads of cum flew out of me before she let go of me, making me let out a heavy sigh.

“i- you’re fucking insane” i breathed out as she pulled me on top of her into a hug.

“ yup, and you love it” she smiled, leaving a kiss to my nose.

“ok, i gotta go now” i spoke as i began to get up, jokingly.

she saw the smile on my face, knowing i was joking, before pulling me back down onto her.

“shut the hell up, you’re not funny” she narrowed her eyes at me.

“i think i’m hilarious”

“i think it’s hilarious how i just had you whimpering a minute ago”

my smile instantly dropped at that, as i shot her a glare, “ok fuck you”

“just saying” she shrugged.

“are you ok? anything hurt?” i asked, scanning her body over.

“i’m ok, chris”

“mmhm, what hurts?” i asked as i placed a few kisses to her shoulder.

“my legs”

“want a massage?” i asked her.

“please” she sighed out.

i moved down to her legs, placing my hands on one and gently squeezing it.

i rubbed the soft skin between my hands, soothing her achey muscles.

she moaned at the feeling, her eyes fluttering shut.

i continued to massage her leg, her noises of approval fueling me to keep going, before moving to the other leg.

when i finished i looked up to tell her i was done, only to be met with her soft snores.

i went to her bathroom, wetting a clean wash cloth with warm water, and coming back to clean her up.

when i finished, i put my shirt on her to keep her from getting cold, before cleaning myself up.

i discarded the wash cloth in the hamper before getting back into the bed with her, pulling the blanket over both of us.

i looked at her before whispering, “i love you so much, you’re worth it. i’m not running away ever again”

‘cause girl you’re perfect

the way you work it

you deserve it

girl, you deserve it

🌹🌹🌹🌹

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