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strawberryspence · 1 year

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happy birthday, @withacapitalp! i hope im not that late! i am so glad to be your friend and i am glad you were born. ily! long islands on me! 🥂🍾💗

There’s this damn spring festival in Indianapolis. It’s pretty popular among young-ins and people from small towns come to visit it every year. There are local vendors, activities, mini concerts. It’s where Eddie thrives the most, he has gone every year since he can remember.

His first mistake was mentioning it to Dustin. The second was agreeing to his insistent pleading if he could come with Eddie to Indy.

Because after Eddie finally said yes. The news— unsurprisingly— reaches El, and wherever El goes, Will goes, and of course, wherever Will goes Mike goes. Then Max hears and also wants in and of course, Lucas also wants to go. So now, it’s the whole damn party. Of course, he can’t handle all the kids. So now, all the adult kids are coming too.

And listen, he thinks they’re all great. But he’s been wanting to get out of Hawkins and away from them to just— breathe. Also, that’s a lie. Eddie doesn’t want to get away from them. He specifically wants to get away from Steve fucking Harrington and all the confusing feelings he have for the very straight man.

Of course, that doesn’t work out.

Because now they're stuck in the middle of a crowd. Eddie has never really understood why people said they felt like a sardine in a can, but right now, he fully understands. He should have known it was going to be busy. It was a Saturday and it’s one of the biggest festivals in town.

He will never say it, but Eddie thanks Steve’s very strong maternal instinct. He can worry for himself right now, because he knows the kids are together due to the very strict buddy system Steve instituted. Now they just have to get to the damn corn dog stand, which Steve declared as their meet up place.

“Eddie.” Eddie whips his head to see Steve staring intently at him. Oh yeah, Steve’s his buddy. “We have to get out of here.”

Eddie nods faintly but doesn’t answer. He has to keep his breathing in check. They’re fine, and the kids are fine. There’s a crowd but they're not after the kids. They're not after Eddie. They’re not after him. It's not an angry mob. Not after him for killing Chrissy. Not—

“Eds.” Steve pushes against the people to get to him. His brown eyes track his face before he sighs in worry, “Hold my hand.”

“What?” Eddie croaks out in disbelief.

Steve looks around, before whispering, "Baby, I think you're one step away from a panic attack. It's too fucking crowded."

And before Eddie can say anything else, Steve captures his hand into his. He doesn't intertwine them together because they're still in public and though they're in the city, it's always good to be safe. But Steve still holds Eddie's hand so tightly, like he's afraid that Eddie's going to vanish from his sight.

"Don't let go, okay?" Steve asks, which is ridiculous, and crazy. Because now that Eddie's holding his hand, clasped together like two ends of the same parenthesis, he doesn't think he could ever let go.

Eddie nods, and Steve pulls him in front of him, shielding him with his arms so people won't bump into him. It weirdly feels like a hug. If he has to describe it, he will say it feels exactly like the moment Wayne hugged him after he came out to him. It's safety, warmth, and overwhelming love and protection.

Steve maneuvers around the crowd like a pro. He dodges people without hitting them and takes them out of the fucking crowd in the middle of the market.

Before he knows it, they're out of the crowd and sitting on a bench. His breathing is finally getting better, but Steve still hasn't let go of his hand. Not when he bought Eddie a drink, not when he instructed Eddie to breathe with him, not when the kids came and asked what was wrong, only to be shooed away.

Eddie's not sure why he's so shaken to the core by this certain touch. He's always been the touchy-feely one. He throws an arm on Steve's shoulders, pats his head when Steve does something ridiculously adorable, and nudges him by the ribs when he says something funny. Steve's never initiated touch, Robin says it's because of the "complete lack of love and care from his parents."

But Steve's right here. Squatting in front of him. Holding his hand as he waits for Eddie to calm down. Looking at him like he— loves him. How could Steve ever be the product of lack of love and care, when he seems to have an abundance of it?

"You doing better, Eds?" Steve asks, his eyes are bright against the lights. He's looking at Eddie like Eddie's something to be cared for, to be loved, like he's something precious.

Eddie wants Steve to look at him like this. Selfishly, he wants to have it for the rest of his fucking life.

Eddie blinks at him, and accidentally, intentionally, stupidly, spits out, "I think I am in love with you."

Steve freezes. He blinks at him.

The world behind them slows down. There's a kid winning a prize a few stalls down, and a man bargaining for a vase on the other end. Someone's order is ready at the food stand and someone just won the bingo. There's a band playing and they're fucking playing Whitesnake's Is This Love.

It's one of those simple, but beautiful moments. Those that make you feel like you're nothing but a small particle in this big, vast world. Eddie basks in those moments sometimes.

However, at that moment, Eddie doesn't. If Steve looks at him like that for the rest of his life, Eddie doesn't think he'll ever feel small again.

He lets the world fade into a quiet noise. Nothing else matters. Nothing, but Steve Harrington.

He just stares at Steve. He just stares as Steve's face breaks into the biggest smile he has ever seen and it quite literally feels like watching a sunflower grow right in front of him. It's a smile that overflows, from the way he beams at him, from the way his eyes wrinkle, the way his nose crinkles.

Eddie's never seen Steve smile this big before and its damn beautiful.

"You sure about that?" Steve asks. There's insecurity in it, but also hope.

Eddie's never been this sure about anything else in his life, so he says, "Yes."

Steve softens, "Alright. That's good."

"How is that good?" Eddie whispers.

"Because, I—" Steve turns over their hands on his lap, and finally— finally— intertwines them. And shit, maybe there is a God, because this feels sacred, a love made just for the two of them.

"Because, I think I am also in love with you."

"I wish I can kiss you here," Eddie says, making Steve laugh, and it spills out of his body so beautifully Eddie wants to keep doing it for the rest of his life.

"Slow down, cowboy," Steve giggles, but the way he tightens his hold on Eddie's hand tells the opposite of his statement.

"Steve! Eddie! Look at this!" Dustin screams from the nearby booth, where El just won him a teddy bear.

"Yeah, you have to come. El's not doing anything. It's just pure talent!" Lucas sarcastically shrieks back.

In the background, El's giggling like crazy. Which 100% means she's using her magic. Eddie can't help but smile at the kids. He's glad he bought them with him to have fun.

Steve immediately stands up at that, their hands breaking apart at the motion. "Oh God. I told her not to use her powers." Steve's about to rush to them— maternal instincts and whatnot— before he stops in his tracks and turns to Eddie.

Steve softens, holding out his hand to Eddie. Eddie takes it without hesitation.

"Don't let go?" Steve asks.

Eddie stares at him, before he whispers a vow just for the two of them, "I won't. I promise."

True to his word, he doesn't let go. Not ever.

Eddie has no intention of ever letting Steve go.

#this might actually be the most romantic ficlet i have written #i want what they have #please god ive seen what youve done for others #tw panic attack #just a tiny bit #im emotional #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanons #steddie hc #dae writes #daeheadcanons

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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can you pretty please try doing reader who is a certified yapper 🗣‼️ but also has moments where they just get tired of talking and are dead silent for like 20 minutes straight and then go straight back to yapping 😼 sorry if its super specific lmao but i do this all the time

also could i maybe be 🦋 anon??

hello!! welcome to the family 🦋 anon! and yes ofc :) sorry if I misunderstood, kinda autopiloted to mcyt so sorry if you meant this for another fandom LMAO ; struggled to think of new thoughts so sorry for small cast of people 💀🙏

MCYT ; certified yapper

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, quackity, & nihachu

warnings ; language

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TOMMYINNIT

he does the same thing

will rant about anything and everything especially if you're talking about the same thing

but if it's out of the blue like "omg look at this tik tok drama blah blah blah" he just blinks before he's like "oh shit. here we go again"

then you just stop talking after a moment and gets weirdly uneasy with the silence

"can you talk more?"

"about what??"

he just shrugs "I like when you yap away, you're nice background noise"

you dramatically scoff "Okay, asshole"

you're silent for a while and just start revving up the engine again "Holy shit here's another thing, this girl-"

TUBBO

will proudly listen to you yap on about some stupid shit or about lore to a show/movie you're fixated on

he'll ask you questions and stuff

he's used to it dw

you'll go silent for a little while like you're processing new data and he'll just be like "Okay, I think we should do xyz and..."

then you'll like come back to life and start talking again

he secretly sets a timer each time you go quiet until you start ranting again and he'll put it on his stream 💀

"damn, 19 minutes this time"

"Huh? 19 minutes for what?"

RANBOO

nods along and actually listens

dude doesn't care, they're listening to you no matter what

whether it be about serious topics or some silly internet stuff you like, he'll always listen and make sure to note it down that way he can start a conversation with you about something you like or are passionate about

"yknow what I like about the nether?"

"what?" he smiles

"how pretty and diverse it is. yeah you can say the overworld is just as if not more diverse with biomes and stuff, but they could've just left it boring red netherrack everywhere you go and stuff, it adds so much more life-"

they love how passionate about things you can be

if for a very extended period of time, they'll check up on you like "you good?"

you just nod like "I'm tired of talking L"

BADLINU

nods along with you

he doesn't see it as yapping, he sees it as a genuine conversation no matter what you're talking about

adds some stuff in when you like pause to breathe

once you go quiet he can just sit in silence with you forever

this is basically his opportunity to talk to you about like tik tok drama lmao

if you don't know about it at all, all ears open and you're focused

your dynamic 🔛🔝

QUACKITY

you're both yappers let's be honest

constantly talking over each other and play fighting for the most attention out of other people 💀💀

"SHUT THE HELL UP I'M TALKING"

"I WAS TALKING FIRST, LET ME TELL THEM ABOUT MY NEW FAVORITE MOVIE"

then you just get tired of talking and wanna strip mine or something LMFAO

he always checks to make sure he didn't upset you after every time you go silent

it's just by reflex lmao

he does listen to you when you yap about a fixation don't worry

gift inspo goes crazy

NIHACHU

loves when you talk or yap about something you like or some drama you found

she's like your safe person to talk about everything to, she loves having that kind of title for you

"and then xyz"

"Oh my God, really??"

she'll whole ass put everything down just to listen to you talk about dumb shit I swear

she encourages it, like just speak your mind dude

also uses what you talk about as gift inspiration for anything, birthday, valentines day, anytime she wants to get you stuff

half the time you forget what you just said and she recaps you

"Oh, thank you! anyways-"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #nihachu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #🦋 anon

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Always Here (Vivianne Miedema x Reader)

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry this took so long for such a bad and short fic. Based off this request:

Prompt: Reader doesn’t know much about soccer but still always supports her girlfriend, Vivianne.

You had never known much about football even though you had been watching your girlfriend, Vivianne Miedema play since you were both 17. While Vivianne was a professional football player, you played D1 university hockey. You had just finished university, graduating with a degree in psychology and a masters. The next steps of your life seemed blurry, so you had moved to London, finally putting a stop to the multiple years of long distance with Viv. Today, you were sitting in the stands of an Arsenal versus Aston Villa game. You were sat by yourself, repping your girlfriends name on your back. The score was 3-0 in favour of arsenal in the 70th minute. That’s when you saw someone run onto the field, someone that wasn’t a player.

You watched in confusion as a teenage boy ran on the field, his phone in the air, filming. "What’s going on? Is this normal?" You asked a man on your right. "No. It’s a pitch invader. So rude." The man said with a thick british accent. He was wearing a Williamson jersey. "This doesn’t happen in hockey." You told him. He turned his head slowly too look at you weirdly. "Okay…not into hockey. My bad." You said, looking at the pitch. Your eyes locked on your girlfriend who was standing with her hands on her hips, looking murderous. The boy stared walking up to Leah, and he obviously said something because Viv came flying out of nowhere and body checked the boy to the ground. The whole crowd started clapping as your mouth dropped open. "That’s my girlfriend." You told the man again. "Sure." He said, obviously not believing you.

Eventually, security got the boy off the field and the game continued, although Viv was now on a yellow for her tackle against the boy.

Once the game ended, Viv was quick to make her way towards you. People knew you were dating, you just never talked about it specifically. You would both talk about your relationship in interviews without specifically mentioning any names. You leaned over the railing and kissed her cheek, holding her head to your chest due to the height you had over her because you were in the stands. "Come down." She said. "I wanna hug you properly." Viv added. "You sure it’s okay?" You said. "It’s more than okay. You’re with me." She said. Before climbing down onto the field, you looked back at the man who was staring at you both in shock. "I told you." You said to him.

You climbed down and Viv smirked at you. "What was that about?" She asked you. "I was confused about the… what’s it called… field invader?"

"Pitch invader." Viv corrected.

"Yes. Anyways i asked him what was going on and he told me and i told him that that never happens and hockey and I think he was judging me. After that when you bodied that guy-it was really hot by the way- i told him you were my girlfriend and he looked at me like 'okay crazy'." You told Viv. That was the thing about you, you were extremely quiet but when you started to know someone, you could not be shut up. And that was fine with Viv, she loved hearing you talk, and loved knowing how your brain worked.

"Well that’ll show him." She said, bringing you to a group of the Arsenal girls. You knew them well despite only moving to London a few months ago. You hugged a few of the girls and answered their questions about school and hockey, and eventually you and Viv drove home under the night sky.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #vivianne miedema #woso community

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csolarstorm · 24 days

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Xerneas and Yveltal are Fungi: Let Me Explain...

Source: Bulbapedia, Wikipedia, Bulbapedia, Enchanted Nature

Xerneas and Yveltal are my favorite legendary designs. There's something weirdly alien about these bio-luminescent approximations of fauna, like they're trying to look like animals and failing. I've always thought they looked a little bit...fungal.

Xerneas and Yveltal are like batteries. They're life energy brokers; Xerneas distributes life, while Yveltal drains it. Supporting and draining life is one of the main characteristics of fungi. In fact, it's like their whole thing.

Some fungi have a mutualistic relationship with their hosts, where they actually benefit their health. And in general, fungi are essential to supporting the ecosystem. Then there's fungi that are simply parasitic.

Fungi can also go dormant, as well as their spores. Staying still is their thing, just chilling in dark places. Xerneas and Yveltal's dormant forms are especially weird, showing just how anomalous these creatures are.

Now allow me to lichen fauna to fungi.

Sources: Bulbapedia, New Forest Pics, Wikipedia, Mushroom Diary Blog

This is xylaria hypoxylon, also known as Stag's Horn fungus. (Not to be confused with Yellow Staghorn.) It reminds me a lot of the dormant form of Xerneas, or the "deactivated" form it takes in the PC.

Stag's Horn is also bio-luminscent, which means the tips of the fungus faintly glow - much like the tips of Xerneas's antlers.

Speaking of the first legendary Fairy Pokemon, mushrooms are often associated with fairies. Fairy Rings are circles of mushrooms that are connected by mycelium underneath. (I'll get into mycelium in just a second.) There are too many myths about Fairy Rings to get into here, so for now I'll just point out the Fairy Ring around Valerie's Gym in Laverre City.

Sources: Bulbapedia, Sussex Wildlife Trust, Enchanted Nature, UK Wildlife

I'm not sure whether Bulbapedia or Dr. King on Pokemon Amino first likened Yveltal to Devil's Fingers, but the similarities are uncanny. Like Yveltal emerges from its cocoon, Devil's Fingers emerge from what is called their "egg stage". I tried to find the least unsettling picture of this that I could. Enjoy...?

I mean, what kind of bird turns into a cocoon, anyway? Honestly though, fungus isn't supposed to hatch from an egg either, so this is all mixed up.

Okay, so Xerneas and Yveltal are based on different aspects of Yggdrasil. But if you were going to design Pokemon based on Yggdrasil, the World Tree that connects the universe, wouldn't you base it on fungi rather than an actual tree? Mycelium can actually partner with the roots of plants and other fungus to create a widespread beneficial mycorrhizal network, a truly interconnected ecosystem of organisms.

Source: BBC News - How Trees Secretly Talk to Each Other

And that's why Xerneas and Yveltal are fungi. Or it could be part of their inspiration, at least. They're not necessarily inspired by these specific fungi, but I think the concept may be part of their design. Either way, Gen VI is especially fun to research!

Reviewed by @fluffybunnybadass.

Check out my posts about Pokemon Legends: Z-A:

Poll: What Does the Λ in Legends Z-A Symbolize?

Pokemon Legends Z-A: What Is the Λ?

Is Z-A Just Zygarde-A? (%1000 Zygarde and the Fragments of the Tree of Life)

Aaah, it's an A! Is the A in Z-A the Tree of Life?

How much longer am I going to have to wait for a freakin' Unova remake?!

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mageofseven · 11 months

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hello! if requests are open i was wondering if you could do something with poly dialuci x reader where she is pregnant and has a fever so they take care of her? i’m just craving some fluff rn :3 thx! <3

Omg yes, Poly DiaLuciMC!! And you freaking bet this is a triad and not vee and those two have been spoiling the hell out of pregnant MC even before this fever.

Also, just I reminder that I don't write xReader posts; I just prefer using MC when writing for this fandom.

Okay! So I am using she/her pronouns for this because that was what was used in this request so I am assuming that it's this Nonnie preference.

Now onto the story! 🥰

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Before the Fever

Oh boy was this pregnancy a surprise😅

For multiple reasons, this triad was usually really good with making sure to use birth control with MC.

Once they discovered MC was pregnant, the three thought back to the last time they were 'intimate' together

And realized Diavolo was on rune duty.

Basically, he was the one who was suppose to draw the birth control rune under the human's navel before either man gave her too much attention down there

And the prince was so impatient that night that his rune scripting was...rather shoddy to say the least.

Oops 😅

Lucifer was especially critical of his boyfriend's carelessness.

This throuple has been together for a few years at his point and just felt that it was obvious that both men were fathers in this scenario regardless.

Neither of the three knew who was genetically the father of this baby, but they also didn't really care.

I mean, because of outdated (but sadly, firmly in place) laws about the royal family and crown inheritance, the three will have to look into this later, but Dia saw no reason to rush into this.

Afterall, he was the most excited of the the three! This man had always wanted to be a dad and for once, his impatience brought him something good in life.

Lucifer, however, was a freaking wreck.

As someone who technically was already a father, he knew that so much could go wrong.

It seemed like he was always hovering around MC, even in the early days of the pregnancy, and always made it explicitly clear to his partners that he in fact was not hovering so stop teasing him already.

When MC did get sick and develop a fever in her sixth month of pregnancy, you could almost say Lucifer got the last laugh

Except he, once again, was the most worried.

During the Fever:

Whatever illness the woman caught here in the Devildom was resistant what little human medication was safe for pregnant people, specifically their baby

And most demon medications weren't safe for humans period.

The two men gave their love what little potions they could and kept her on bed rest.

Balancing work and taking care of MC was very difficult for these two men, mostly because they always wanted to be with her.

Lucifer kept finding himself rushing through his paperwork just so he could check on her sooner

Considering the situation, Barbatos tolerated this from his lord to an extent, but still popped in occasionally to remind him to get some work done...any work done, please.

And Dia...he goofed off more than anything 🤭

The two would talk and play what games they could from her bed.

He knew bed rest wasn't exactly fun, but tried to make it more bearable for his Queen.

Dia hated meetings more than ever during this time because he couldn't just cancel them to stay by MC's side😕

When Dia had to leave for meetings, Luce couldn't focus on his work at all and instead stayed with MC in her room.

Unlike Dia, he was less focused on entertaining her and more focused on taking care of her.

Fluffing her pillow, getting water, helping her to the bathroom when she needed to pee (which was often, considering the amount of pressure this baby put on her bladder).

He'd even help her take her potions

Or well, more like make her take her potions.

They were so bitter but also weirdly sour; MC would start gagging any time she took them.

The human always hope her boyfriend would just forget about the medicine

But he never forgot 😮‍💨😓

The funny part was that MC wasn't even that sick; the fever was a really minor one after all.

Luce treated the small fever like an emergency; Dia, on the other hand, mostly made it into an excuse to skip work and cuddle with his girlfriend in bed 🥰

Still, she had two protective boyfriends that would rather be safe than sorry, especially since she was pregnant and pregnancies could be scarily delicate at times.

So really, it was still only Luce that was anxiously hovering around her. The other kept going with their jokes about it even during this fever, to the pride demon's annoyance.

Don't get me wrong; Dia was worried too but he was more so worried about the fever getting worse than he was about its current state.

After about five days of this, the fever went down

And Luce himself settled down, just a bit.

MC, who had been positively bored in bed all week, wanted to get out of the house

So the three went out to dinner to celebrate the breaking of her fever and the return of her good health~

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me dialuci

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 8 months

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Storm in a Bowling Alley

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 882

Summary: you and Dieter go to a fancy event set in a bowling alley. There is a reference to this little story to know what ad they're talking about

Warnings: lots of saucy suggestions, pregnant reader, talks of morning sickness, bowling terms

Author note: chips is what Australians call French fries

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“Sorry Dieter I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“What? With crazy spontaneous sex? The sort where you don’t have time to remove any clothing?”

“Your pants are off.”

“My pants come off too easily.”

You were in your second trimester of pregnancy and your all-the-time morning sickness had since been replaced with Dieter levels of horniness. You had just gotten through the door after a walk and couldn’t help but pounce on your husband, almost ripping his shirt from clinging to it so hard.

“I don’t know what came over me but, I don’t know, I wanted to rub lotion all over you, rip your skin off and live in it.”

“That is weirdly specific. Is it a horror film reference?”

You nodded, kissing him, “Silence of the Lambs,” he winced, “What?”

“It stole the Best Picture Award from Beauty and the Beast, which deserved it.”

“I’d have to agree. So what was this thing you were going to ask me?”

“You remember those whiskey ads I did?” You couldn’t help but remember those ads as he was playing the part of a whip cracking cowboy. Those ads finally ignited your cowboy kink. “Well, the launch is happening soon at a fancy old timey bowling alley which used to be a speak easy.”

“That does sound fancy.”

“So you want to come along?”

“Well I can’t drink being pregnant and all, so why do they want me there?”

“I’m contractually obligated to be there, and I won’t go unless you come with me.”

“Oh right.”

“The food will be good.”

“It better be if they want to get me out of the house to a fancy event.”

“I don’t know why it’s at a bowling alley. I suck at bowling.”

“Is that why we’ve never gone?”

“My skills lie elsewhere,” he teased wiggling his hips, “Do you want another round?”

You kissed him but shook your head, un-straddling yourself from his lap. “I’m hungry now for actual food. I should get started on dinner.”

“I can do that.”

“You’re not adding enough garlic.” Your craving was so fierce you were assured that you weren’t growing a vampiric spawn.

“How about you cut up all the garlic you want and then I’ll use it?”

You kissed in agreement, going off to the kitchen. Dieter stretched and started looking for his pants. He found them flung over to the other side of the room. Picking them up, he found that they had been almost ripped in half in amorous spontaneity. He displayed the ripped pants to you, both of you laughing at the sight.

“You really wanted my pants off.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I don’t need to wear pants.”

“Yes you do, especially in the kitchen,” he pouted at you, “Don’t be Donald Duck. Go put some pants on!”

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted and duck walked out of the kitchen.

*****

“Sorry for interrupting you.”

“You need to stop apologising; you can interrupt me whenever you want.”

“Sorry about your shirt.”

“I have another one I can wear.”

You were getting ready for the whiskey event, both of you were being cutesy and donning yellow. As soon as you got out of the bathroom in your and saw Dieter in his underwear buttoning up his shirt you immediately pounced on him, pushing him onto the bed.

“Is this what it’s like being you?”

He untangled himself from your legs and scooted up next to you. “What do you mean?”

“How do you manage being horny all the time?”

“There are times when I’m not horny.” You snuggled up to him, humming a questioning hum, “That will be when I’m not around you.” He snuggled a kiss to your lips then placed a kiss to your growing bump and got off the bed. He was thankful his pants were not ripped off this time, but he did need a new pair of underwear as he wasn’t sure where his current pair went, and he got himself a new shirt. By the time he re-dressed himself in his corduroy yellow suit, you had gotten yourself into your cute yellow dress. Dieter got a look at you and could only say “Damn.”

“Are you horny this time?”

“A little bit, but mostly in love because you’re so beautiful.”

*****

The venue felt like you stepped back into a glamourous film. You would have taken a tour, but you already walked a small distance in your heels and you really wanted to sit down.

“Will there be chips?” he looked at you in confusion, “French fries,” you translated.

“Oh, maybe. Are you thirsty? They’ve got mocktails.”

He handed you the menu and you both perused it, “Oh a strawberry hibiscus spritz.”

“You’re definitely going for that one?” you nodded, “Oh, cuddles on the beach! I like the sound of that one.”

“You’re not going to have some whiskey?”

He shrugged, “At some point, just for appearances. I don’t want you feeling left out.” He kissed your cheek and went off to get the drinks. The leather couch was very comfortable, and you were enjoying the atmosphere when you heard your name being called. You turned to find Adrien, Dieter’s personal assistant along with a server.

“This is Cassie, she’ll be your personal server for this evening’s event. You’ll be served pregnancy safe items of food.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely! Will there be French fries?” she nodded, “I love you,” you smiled in thanks.

Then your name was called again and felt a shape sit next to you.

“Mr. Aldritch?”

“Jagar please,” he sat down next to you, “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Well I…” but he interrupted you, “You’re looking good, let me get you a drink.”

“Actually I’m fine.”

“It’s a whiskey event, so how about one? Or a glass of wine?”

“I can’t drink because…” you leaned back to reveal your baby bump, Jagar’s eyes almost popping out in shock.

“Oh, the father is…?”

“Dieter.”

“You’re still…?”

“Together? Yup, I’ve been with him since you’ve known me. And we’re married! Happily!” you flashed your engagement and wedding ring to him. It was then that said husband appeared at your side. Jagar almost jumped off the seat.

“Jagar, I see you’re talking to my wife; the woman I’ve married; the woman I’ve promised to love, honour and obey, till death do us…”

“Thank you, Dieter,” you managed distracted him to sit back down.

“Uh, congrats to you,” he paused slightly “both.” and Jagar made his escape.

At this point, a plate of food was placed in front of you.

“Oh, that looks good.” You swatted his hand away, “No that’s my food!” And you happily munched away on a grilled cheese sandwich while Dieter had to make do with a miniature version.

*****

“I want to do some bowling.”

“Are you sure? Is it safe for the baby?”

“I checked with my doctor, and she said it’s fine and I’ve done some exercises to help.” You patted his knee in reassurance.

“Fine, I’ll go get you the shoes.” He sauntered off begrudgingly.

A stunning lady approached you and asked, “How far along are you?”

You put a hand to your bump, “Getting close to five months now. So the morning sickness is thankfully over with.”

“Was it morning sickness that happened to also be afternoon sickness?”

“It was morning sickness that happened to be all the time sickness, sometimes taking weekends off.”

“Oh, it’s so nice when it’s over. I was living on crackers and French fries with my first born.”

“I was the same! I was constantly sending my husband off to get them for me at weird hours.”

Dieter came back to the two of you laughing away, “Did I miss something funny?”

“No, just happy memories.” He started to kneel down to help you with your shoes.

“You two are such a cute couple, I’m sure your baby will be beautiful.”

“Of course it will, with such a beautiful mama!”

Dieter found the lightest bowling ball for you and held on to it right until you were ready to throw it. He hovered closely as you threw it, hitting a few pins and then cheered you on.

“You’re not going to bowl yourself?” Dieter turned and saw Jagar questioning him.

“No, just helping my lovely beloved wife.”

“Come on. One game.” Challenge was in the air. You wouldn’t be surprised if Jagar brought out a glove to slap your husband and demand a dual with swords or chainsaws. Dieter sighed and reluctantly agreed to a game.

You went and sat back down to watch. Until Cassie brought you a delectable looking brownie. You were distracted with the whipped cream and raspberry sauce covered delight to notice that Dieter was losing badly at the game. Only once you finished did it occur to you that your husband was absolutely terrible at bowling. No matter how hard he tried, every ball he threw somehow landed in the gutter. The people you assumed were Jagar’s friends were very much mocking Dieter and his lack of skills and cheering their friend as he got yet another strike. He got a turkey, then a badger while Dieter looked like a grumpy turkey beat him up and then a badger stole his shoes. At the end Jagar got a perfect game while Dieter got the most un-perfect game possible.

Dieter felt like it was the end of a sports game where the popular jock was crowded and cheered, while he was left to the side like a loser again. Jagar gave his victory speech, “Wow, what a game. I’d like to thank the Academy…” laughter automatically occurred around this attempt of a joke. “But thanks Deets, for a heck of a game.”

You came to offer reassurance in the form of cuddles. Dieter took one look at you and shrugged, “It doesn’t matter that I lost that game, I’ve got you, so I’ve already won.”

Everyone immediately awed at this.

*****

On the drive back home, you were intrigued by various posts about the event. Most of them were people gushing over how Dieter was being such a cute attentive husband. There were however a few that mocked him over his lack of bowling skills which were quickly rebuffed.

Dieter Bravo is such a loser!

Yeah, the man with a hot pregnant wife is such a loser.

Yeah, the award-winning actor with a beautiful wife and baby on the way is a complete loser.

You need to work on your game because you SUCK!

The man has been too busy impregnating his wife to practice.

The man has his priorities which is to satisfy his wife.

If I were to choose between bowling and my wife, I’d always pick my wife.

There was one particular post which required some investigation. It accompanied a photo of Dieter putting on your shoes and he snuck a little kiss to your knee. This is one satisfied woman, the caption read. Luckiest woman in the world was another.

The real winner of the night is Dieter’s wife who must be the most satisfied woman in the world.

Eventually you found the source to all these cheeky comments, and you couldn’t help but show Dieter.

“Well it’s a good thing I suck at bowling.”

Films referenced: Silence of the Lambs (1991), Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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full-on-sam · 3 months

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Oops I dropped something

Fuck shit I'm sorry lemme just - lemme pick it up

*proceeds to bend down but more stuff falls out of my arms*

Oh no another one fell ahah I'm I'm clumsy I swear right so uuuuh

Fuck fuck fuck ehm like I'm sorry they just keep falliNG

Damn guys I'm sorry looks like I dropped them all :00

#picrews #picrew #do with them what ye will

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janethepegasus · 2 years

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TWST boys during a Road Trip

Riddle - He would just sit there patiently in the car, maybe occasionally look out the window. The only thing he’ll have to occupy himself is books, textbooks specifically. Even on a road trip, he still feels the need to study. Maaaaybe he’ll snag a chip or a piece of candy from the snacks but that’s about it.

Ace - Expect this kid to get kinda annoying during the ride; he’ll constantly ask you “are we there yet?”, pull little pranks on you just to get a good laugh, steal a ton of snacks from you, and if he’s sitting in the front seat, he’ll just put his feet up on the dashboard. If he gets bored, he’ll just take a nap, it’s gonna be a long ride anyway.

Deuce - Unlike Ace, he’ll be rather pleasant the whole ride through; he’ll just sit there, watch out the window, and occasionally talk to you, even asking if they need to stop somewhere. Though he will get excited if he sees a motorcycle passing by and will be weirdly afraid if you drive past a delivery truck, thinking it’ll just tip over and crush on you at any moment.

Cater - Sure he’s gonna be bummed out when you guys are so far into the empty road where Wi-Fi doesn’t work, meaning he can’t post on Magicam until you reach a place that DOES, but that won’t stop him from taking pics. Expect to see him take a LOT of pictures on his phone and him happily talking about how excited he is to get to your destination and the MANY fun things you guys will do there. Though if you see him just staring out the window and looking a little upset, just try to lift his spirits, try to make the trip fun the whole way through.

Trey - He’s pretty much neutral throughout the whole ride; he just talks to you to pass the time, doesn’t really nibble on the snacks too much, and just sits there and enjoys the ride. Occasionally he’ll ask you if you’re okay, just checking up on you since you’re basically driving the whole way since whenever time you two left. But as soon as you get there and check into a hotel (or wherever you’re staying) he’ll suggest you rest for a while.

Leona - The dude’s already asleep before you even hit the highway. He’ll be snoozing away during the whole ride, the only times when he’s awake is when you have to wake him up when you arrive at a rest stop and when you finally arrive at your destination.

Jack - He doesn’t do much during the ride, he’ll just sit there, maybe take a nap if he has to, and would chat with you if he feels like it. Despite that, he’s actually pretty excited for this trip and you would see a drastic shift in attitude once you guys get to your destination. Though if you’re at a rest stop and someone passes by with their dog, expect their doggo to be jumping all over Jack (cause ya know, he’s a wolf beastman)

Ruggie - Regardless on HOW you convinced him to go, he won’t do much in the car. He’ll just lounge around, stare out the window, and maybe chat with you about the trip, honestly he’s surprised you even offered to take him along, but he will remind you that you’re paying for EVERYTHING, so don’t expect him to lend in any cash. Will he absolutely DESTROY any snacks you got? Absolutely. So it’s best to buy a couple of them and split it between you and Ruggie. Also, make sure he doesn’t pickpocket anybody while at rest stops, you don’t wanna get into trouble because of his “talent”.

Azul - Sure he’ll be bitter that he has to leave the Mostro Lounge for few days, but he trusts that his beloved eels would take care of the place. But other than that, he’s grateful that you offered him to go! It’ll be a great opportunity for him to expand his horizons (and maybe get some ideas for the Mostro Lounge) but of course he expects the drive there will be long. So he brought along some things to keep himself occupied, like books to read or a crossword puzzle. And no he won’t dive into any snacks, he’s good.

Jade - All he’ll really do is just sit there patiently like the gentleman he is. He’ll be mesmerized by the wilderness outside the car, talking in length about any mountains or plants he spots along the way, he even wishes he could just snag some along the way. Other than that, he’ll just chat with you about other things and maybe rest his eyes for a moment.

Floyd - This eel boy is an absolute NIGHTMARE to deal with and his mood swings are to blame for that. He’ll be all over the place throughout the whole ride; he’ll be excited and jumping around, then he’ll get bored, then he’ll try to play a game with you, then he wants to go home, then he wants to go somewhere else, etc. Also try to make sure he keeps his seatbelt ON, cause he will fiddle with it and take it off, you do NOT want to get pulled over by police cause of him. Ultimately he’ll just get bored and tired because of the ride taking so long, so just try to suggest to him to take a nap.

Kalim - This ray of sunshine would just be ALL over the place, practically letting out all his energy before you guys even GET to where you wanna go; excitedly chatting about anything, try to dance in his seat if you have music on, exclaiming about anything he sees out the window, etc. Oh, and he’ll probably bring a whole FEAST as a road trip snack. Eventually he’ll just get tired from all that energy he let out and take a long nap.

Jamil - If he’s traveling with Kalim? He’ll be stressed the whole time, constantly trying to calm Kalim down, stopping him from doing anything stupid, and yes he would make sure he didn’t bring a whole FEAST for the trip. Even if Kalim passes out of exhaustion, Jamil would just be exhausted and stressed, using whatever’s left of his energy to just relax. But if he’s traveling alone? He’s much more calmer. He’ll just chill in the passenger seat next to you and just watch out the window, maybe chit-chat with you to pass the time. Occasionally he’ll look in his phone just to check on the traffic, notifying you if there’s any up ahead.

Vil - He’s not exactly the best person to travel with; he won’t talk much during the ride, so most of the time he’s just sitting there contently and occasionally slipping on a neck pillow just so he can relax. He CAN be a little naggy when you reach rest stops; he doesn’t wanna step foot in a rusty old store just to go to the bathroom or go to a fast food place for lunch, even if you tell him that there isn’t a whole lot of options that would suit his tastes, he’ll still complain about it anyway.

Epel - If Vil is in the car with you? He’ll just try his best to appear as polite as possible while internally complaining about being stuck with Vil for this trip. He’ll pretty much has to agree with Vil on his distaste of going into dirty rest stops or fast food places, even though Epel does not care and doesn’t see why Vil cares THAT much where they should stop. But traveling alone? Oh he’ll have a blast with you! He’ll feel like he’s finally free from acting all cutesy and pretty, so he’s gonna talk in his accent most of the time, but will speak a bit clearly if you don’t understand what he’s saying. And yes, he’ll bring a lot of apple related snacks for the trip.

Rook - Oh he’ll be so happy to go on an adventure with you! Excitedly proclaiming everything about your trip and how the journey towards your destination just makes his heart race with excitement! He’ll talk to you most of the time, but sometimes he’ll curiously look out the window and watch everything, and considering he has super hunters’ sight, he’ll see things you don’t; like seeing a wild animal running in the fields from miles away or telling you to stay away from a car just couple cars ahead of you who’s driver is clearly not paying attention to the road. Also, try to keep this kid from stalking people when you’re at rest stops.

Idia - Don’t bother trying to have some kind of conversation with him, he’s glued to his video games. He practically built a whole portable console that could emulate any game, doesn’t require Wifi to work, and has its own chargeable battery so it doesn’t need to be charged. All of that just so he can continue his thing throughout the ride. Oh, and he’s hoarding a whole stash of snacks, you’re stuck with the small handful you bought at the gas station, he has a whole pile of them from the store.

Ortho - Oh this kid would be so happy going on an adventure with you! Even more so if Idia’s there. Unlike his bro, he’ll probably talk to you about anything just to pass the time, he’ll list off all the fun things you guys will do when you get there, and he’ll double check the weather and traffic for you. And of course he’ll play some games with Idia.

Malleus - He’ll just be staring at the window, watching outside and spacing out. He’s never been in a car before so it’s basically a new experience for him. He’ll occasionally point out anything he finds interesting. Of course he’ll eat some snacks, cause it IS part of the road trip experience after all.

Lilia - He’ll be rambling on and on about the various stories of his past, excitedly chatting away about the one time he accidentally visited hell. He’ll also actively try not to have the sun shine on his face, so expect him to change seats throughout the ride, you better HOPE there’s a place that sells sunshades, or else it’s eventually gonna get annoying.

Silver - He’s pretty patient if he’s in the car with you; doesn’t talk much, doesn’t do anything except sit there and maybe have a snack if you have any, and maybe he’ll share some stories Lilia told him. And yes he will doze off like he usually does, but just encourage him to take a long nap if he has to, maybe when he wakes up they’ll arrive at their destination.

Sebek - He’ll just sit upright on his seat and be as stiff as a board, of course he’ll complain that Malleus (oh excuse me, “The Great Lord Malleus” or “Waka-Sama” -_-) is not coming with him and just groans about how lonely his master is without one of his bodyguards there. If you get stuck in traffic, expect him to roll down the window and scream at the other cars why they’re standing idly on the road. You hope to god that someone doesn’t come up to your car and start a scene.

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banannabethchase · 8 months

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I'm Not Immune to You - also on AO3

Nick's hips are screaming from all the time on airplanes, and he's pretty sure nothing can heal it. So imagine his surprise at Claudio's offer.

Bingo square G5, meet your maker! Who is me, but you get the point!

For @sarahcakes613, who always gives me great ideas for bingo squares and fics. Specifically this one where she said something like, "What if Claudio had a magical healing DICK" and this happened.

Nick is practically waddling as he makes it into the hotel lobby, and even sitting doesn’t fix the ache in his hips.

“What’s wrong with him?�� Adam asks, frowning. “Usually you’re the one walking funny, Matty.”

Matt turns pink, which is enough for Nick to want to throw up from more than just the pain. “That’s a bit TMI, don’t you think?”

“I – no!” Adam says, and the way he panics is enough to make Nick snort. “No, I meant – your back! You usually are – fuck. I’m gonna stop talking now.” He drops his head into his hands and falls into a lobby seat across from Nick. “Matt, can you…?”

“I’ll check in,” Matt says, but Nick doesn’t miss the little smile he throws Adam’s way.

Figures. It can’t be enough Matt’s all hunky dory without being in pain. He has to be cute with his stupid boyfriend, too.

Matt comes back with three keys. “I got yours too, Nick. Hope that’s okay.”

“I must look real bad if you’re doing something nice for me without me asking you,” Nick quips, easing himself to his feet. He couldn’t predict what caused it, but his hips feel like they’re being wrenched apart by flaming irons.

Matt frowns, face pinched. “You do. I’m half convinced to ask somebody to get you a wheelchair, but then if the BCC saw you all feeble they’d kill you in the match. Don’t want you to be an easy target and all that.”

Nick rolls his eyes, but accepts the way Matt holds out a hand for him to pull himself up with. “Thanks? I guess?”

Adam sighs. “I’d love it if the two of you were normal for once in your lives.”

“Me? He’s the one being weird!”

“Honestly, Adam, you’re the one who made a sex joke about me earlier.”

“It wasn’t a sex joke!”

Nick’s a little impressed about how the three of them, even after all this time, can bicker their ways into oblivion and into hotel rooms.

“Well, if you’re going to be this miserable, I think it’s best you retire to your hotel room and go to bed early like an old man.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “You’re the fucking worst. Adam, have fun with him.”

Adam snickers. “I mean, don’t need your permission, but yeah, I will.”

Nick hobbles into the hotel room and slams the door behind him, pretending he doesn’t hear Matt’s giggles.

He wakes up when it’s dark out, eyes squinting in the cool, dry air of the hotel room, and flops over to see the old alarm clock showing 11:48pm.

“Damn it,” he grumbles. His hips ache slightly less, more relaxed on the bed than they’d been on the hours of flights in the past few days, but he still has to push himself up gently to stand.

His water bottle, now lukewarm from the hours siting abandoned on the floor, looks like a beacon of his own misery.

“Fine,” he grumbles, because he can’t take ibuprofen without water, and possibly some food. He stands stiffly, grabs the water bottle, and walks his old achy man walk out to the vending machine and ice station. He turns to leave with a Twix bar, a full water bottle, and a thing of pretzels and runs into what feels like a brick wall.

“Oh, Nicholas. My apologies.”

Nick has to take a half step back to look up at Claudio, who is smiling down at him with a weirdly soft expression. “I – you’re good.” He shuffles to the side, and his hip screams. “Oh, damn it.”

“Are you alright?” Claudio asks. “I could carry something for you if you’re injured.” His smile shifts a little mean. “Could make it easier for myself and Wheeler to win the match, of course, if I didn’t.”

“Eff off,” Nick says, shouldering past Claudio. He winces, the ache in his hips flaring to a raging stab, and he makes a stupid little noise he can’t hold back.

Claudio sighs behind him as Nick miserably makes his way to the door of his hotel.

“Are you following me?” Nick leans against his door, and, no matter how hard he fights, he can’t fight the pain in his face. “Because, if you’re gonna jump me, it won’t be hard. My hips are not liking all of this flying, and you could wait until tomorrow to win a match out of it.”

“That’s what I’m thinking of, your hips,” Claudio says with a sigh. “I cannot believe I’m offering this, but would you like help?”

“Help?” Nick asks. “What? No. From you? You’re not an effing doctor. How could you help?”

Claudio smiles, something a little secret Nick feels strangely compelled to understand. “I have a…secret skill, one could say.”

Nick scoffs. “What, something other than being an Adonis wrestling god?” He puts his hand on the door. “Not that I’m complimenting you or anything, but, well.” He gestures to Claudio as he pushes his door open. “You know who you are.”

“I’m sure I do,” Claudio says with a chuckle. “Mind if I come in?”

“I mean, what am I gonna do, say no?” Nick asks. He sits on the bed so softly it feels like a joke. “Tell me about that secret skill.” It doesn’t escape Nick that he’s sitting on his bed near midnight, gazing up at Claudio in a hotel room. He’s pretty sure he’s seen a movie like this.

Claudio sighs. “Well, you said you have some pain in your hips, yes?” Nick nods. “I have – well, there’s something I can do that has a somewhat magical power. I can’t explain how, or why.” He shrugs. “But I can offer you the assistance.”

“What, you some, like, Swiss masseuse or something? That feels stereotypical.”

Claudio shakes his head. “More like my sexual prowess has been known to accelerate healing.”

Nick waits for a “sike!” or some other indication that he’s being pranked. “You’re kidding, right?” Nick laughs. “Magic dick my ass.”

“Yes, actually,” Claudio says. “That’s the point.”

Nick’s knees fall open automatically, and it’s the tiniest ounce of relief. “You expect me to believe your penis has actual healing powers?”

“Only one way to find out, if you are interested.”

Nick stares up at Claudio, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe his BCC buddies are outside waiting to come in and ambush him. Maybe this is a way to take him off guard before Dynamite tomorrow so he can jump Nick and his friends backstage, soften him up for the match.

Or, Nick says, unable to keep from glancing at Claudio’s crotch, this could be a weird way to proposition him for sex.

Nick sighs as dramatically as he can muster, pulling as much Matt energy as he can. “I mean, if you really think you can eff my joints back into working, have at it.” He flops back on the bed, shuffling his pants down his hips. “Oh. Hold up.” Nick stands and pulls the lube and a condom out of his checked luggage. He tosses them to Claudio, who fumbles the catch in the first ever incident of Claudio Castagnoli seeming anything but smooth.

“Prepared,” Claudio muses, rolling the bottle in his fingers.

Nick swallows, suddenly achingly aware that he’s here in a hoodie with his sweats halfway down his thighs and Claudio’s still fully clothed. He throws himself back on the bed in an attempt to seem casual, but he’s not convinced he pulls it off. “I mean, gotta be, right?” He chances a smile. “Always need to be ready in case some big dude with a magic dick wants to screw me into a mattress.”

Claudio lets out a little half laugh. “It works best if you ride me and if I come inside you, I’ve found.”

“You’ve f- how many times have you done this?”

Claudio thinks, and pulls his shirt off over his head in what is a deliberate attack. Nick would be embarrassed about how hard he was if he couldn’t see Claudio’s cock straining in his workout pants. “Any number of times, really,” Claudio says. “Most recently Wheeler and I enjoyed each other’s company repeatedly as he healed his injury.”

“Knew he was ready to come back too soon,” Nick quips. “Hey, like, if this is gonna happen…” He trails off, not sure where he was going with that sentence.

“Right,” Claudio says. He steps out of his pants and there he is, in all his glory. Nick has to blink a few times in the low light. “Shall I lay down?”

“Sure,” Nick says, mouth feeling dry. “Just – yeah.” He chucks the hoodie and the sweats off and watches as Claudio stretches out languidly, like it’s his bed.

“Come along, then.” He pats his thighs.

Nick snickers. “Oh, no kiss?”

“I thought you would go directly for the resolution and skip the fanfare,” Claudio says. He threads his fingers through Nick’s hair. “Though, as a Buck, I should have expected a grand entrance.”

“I’ll show you a grand entrance,” Nick chuckles, and Claudio rolls his eyes before dragging him in for a kiss.

Nick would be lying if he said he’d never thought about what this would be like before. Claudio’s got a godlike physique and a great smile, and he’s heard the rumors of what the man looked like naked. Part of him expects to wake up from the best dream of his life, but the sting in his scalp as Claudio twists his fingers in Nick’s hair reminds him that this is real.

Claudio rolls them so Nick is straddling Claudio’s hips, and Nick gasps with the pain that flares.

“God, sorry,” Nick gasps, unable to move to ease the pain. He’s stuck. “You got no idea how bad this is, man, I’m dying.”

“All in good time,” Claudio says. He flicks the lube bottle open with a fingernail. “I can assume you’ve done this before?”

Nick raises an eyebrow as he leans forward and Claudio’s fingers seek out his hole. “Are you – oh, okay, yes – calling me a slut or something?”

Claudio looks stunning when he laughs, eyes crinkled and lips a perfect curve. “Never, Nicholas. But I have heard the rumors of you and a few others on the roster.” He winks. “You like a big man.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Nick says, ignoring the twinge as he twists his hips and rolls down on Claudio’s finger. “Who doesn’t?”

Claudio works him open slowly, and Nick takes his time far more than he usually does. Everything hurts so bad, and he whimpers enough that Claudio twice asks him if he needs to stop.

“No,” Nick says on the second one, “no, I just. God, I am too old for 24 hours or whatever it’s been in airplanes.”

“Indeed,” Claudio says, like he just confirmed a dining reservation and isn’t three fingers deep into one of his rivals. “Well, you seem about ready for me to work my,” he pauses, grinning, “magic.”

“I still don’t believe you,” Nick says, but he lets Claudio take some of his weight as he moves into place. His heart flutters as he feels the head of Claudio’s cock tease at his hole. “But this can’t make it worse, can it.” He sinks down slowly, ignoring the way Claudio’s hands try to make him slow it down. “I’m – oh.” The second he bottoms out, the second he settles himself on Claudio’s dick and feels himself entirely filled, the ache recedes. It’s not gone, not by a long shot, but he feels a burst of energy he hadn’t realized he’d been missing and he can lift up gently and settle back down without too much extra agony.

“You literally have a magic dick,” Nick marvels, rocking slowly. It’s good, it’s too good, and Nick’s head is spinning with the sudden lack of pain. “This – I should keep you on retainer!”

Claudio laughs harder, planting his feet and fucking up into Nick. “You make it seem like this is nothing but a business transaction.” He rolls his hips and his cock grazes Nick’s prostate, sending Nick keening. “Don’t undersell this, dear.”

The pet name is unexpected but delightful, and Nick finds himself ready to move the way he hasn’t since well before the previous Dynamite. He lifts himself up and down, spearing himself on Claudio’s cock, head spinning with the pleasure of it all.

“How’d – how’d you get this power?” Nick asks, gasping as sweat starts to bead on his forehead. Claudio’s hands grip him, viselike, and he begins to wonder if he’ll have handprints.

“Of great sex or magical healing?”

Nick laughs. “Both.”

“One is a lifetime of practice,” Claudio say with a wink, “and the other…well, I can’t be sure.” He hums. “It started back in WWE, after a match with I think Malakai? Well, he was Aleister back then.” He sighs. “I can’t imagine they’re related, but I do think we underestimate the true power the House of Black harbors.” He circles his hips and Nick gasps. “I do have to say, for whatever reason this happened, if they gave it to me, I can’t begrudge them for this power of mine. And no one else has, either.” He winks, and Nick can’t even argue that.

He does want to know what the hell that implies, though. If the match with House of Black where he, Matt, and Kenny lost their titles has anything to do with the magic.

Nick isn’t thinking for long, though, because Claudio’s reached across and wrapped a giant hand around his cock. “Oh, my god.”

“Good?” Claudio asks, hand stilling.

“Yes,” Nick says. It hits him that the pain in his hips is gone. “Don’t – yes, please, great, keep going.”

“Certainly.”

Nick is about to say something stupid about Claudio sounding like a guy from the 1800’s or something, but he doesn’t have the chance. Claudio twists his wrist and Nick shouts, coming before he can stop himself.

“I do suggest you hold on,” Claudio says mildly. “The effect is best if I fuck you hard post-orgasm.”

“Yep,” Nick says, leaning forward and gripping Claudio’s arms. “Sure, got it.”

He’s oversensitive and on fire, and he feels the burn in his thighs like a delightful reward as Claudio fucks him without mercy. Claudio grunts as he shoves himself deep within Nick, coming so emphatically Nick can feel it. He feels on cloud nine, and Claudio gently shifts him, cock slipping out of Nick and come dripping out soon after. Nick wishes he had the self-awareness to be embarrassed, but he doesn’t. He flops to the side of the bed. He exhales so deeply he feels himself sink into the mattress.

“How are the hips?” Claudio asks.

“Great,” Nick says, still waiting for his breathing to even out. “No pain. Nothing.” He turns to Claudio. “I should talk to House of Black about giving me a power like that.”

Claudio laughs, real and loud and open, and Nick is tempted to make a way to hear it again. “I’d be careful with the four of them. They’re known to create a bit of a monkey’s paw.”

“Monkey’s paw?” Nick asks. It rings a bell, but he can’t quite grasp it.

“Double edged sword, rather,” Claudio corrects.

“And yours is?” Nick asks, beginning to crave a shower.

Claudio turns to him, an unreadable look in his eye. “Well, generally, someone finds out about the event at an inopportune –”

“Nick, are you alive in here? You haven’t responded…” Matt trails off, taking in the sight for a second then slapping his hands over his eyes. “Don’t. I’m leaving. I never saw this. Please kill me if you ever think of bringing this up.” He backs up and crashes into the TV stand, then turns around and fumbles for the door. “Hi Claudio! Please don’t break my brother.”

Nick, mortified, turns to Claudio. “You didn’t warn me about the finding out clause?!”

“To be fair, I’ve never been walked in on post healing coitus.”

“Post healing coitus?!” Nick laughs, a little frenzied. “Jesus. What a night.” He sits up, feeling…sticky. “I’m gonna jump in the shower. If you, uh.” He chances a glance at Claudio, who is still gazing at him. “If you want to join.”

Claudio appears to consider the options. He sits up. “Sure, Nick,” he says. “Why not?”

July 14, 2019

Aleister reflects on the match, of the battle he had with the man Cesaro.

“A worthy opponent,” he murmurs, “deserves a reward.” Despite the battle, the violence, the vitriol, he feels he owes Cesaro some respect for the war they waged against each other.

He speaks the intent into his fingertips and curls the elemental energy around his spell. He can sense it find its target in the vastness of this universe, and smiles.

Perchance they will meet again, and Aleister could be the lucky recipient of Cesaro’s newfound power, should he ever need it.

He’s always liked a big man.

Mini Playlist: It's So Hard - The Donnas Slow it Down - Kim Petras Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko In the Dark - Dev

#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which Sara writes #ClaudioNick #HELLO HERE HAVE THIS #ffw bingo

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aprillikesthings · 22 days

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I ONLY HAVE FOUR EPISODES LEFT oh god oh god I'm full of adrenaline ngl

okay

s5 ep10 return to the fright zone

before we start I just want you to know I posted another short fic, it's explicit, thank you

Also Saer made the pattern for the ears and tail of my Catra cosplay :D :D :D

okay

I'm so weirdly antsy and anxious about this

So this is why, last episode, I had trouble recognizing this as the spot where Glimmer and Catra had fought ages ago. The way Netossa was standing in front of it made it look TINY. With Sea Hawk and Swift Wind standing there right in front of the entrance it's clearer to me.

Netossa is explaining everyone's weakness, and I'm lol'ing because the illustrations in the notebook are so obviously Nate's art style

(I also roll my ankle sometimes, that hurts like A MOTHERFUCKER)

those drawings are so fucking cute help i can't

"whoa whoa whoa, that's like, really personal compared to fire" lolol

yeah this is just for my "accidentally inappropriate screenshots" collection

every possible screenshot I could take of this is perfection AHAHAHAHA

anyway roll intro

Scorpia apparently wreaked havoc on some town and then went back to the Fright Zone.

Perfuma: bc it's her home Catra: that pile of fucking trash isn't anyone's HOME Perfuma: okay but she could probably resist Horde Prime's programming

oof

but also: true

Anyway Catra points out: the chip is the important thing, not WHO is chipped

omg

Catra: "The only reason Adora, y'know....saved me or whatever....is that the chip got damaged first!"

look at how smug she is

Perfuma: "I know all about how you treated Scorpia back in the Horde!" Catra:

yeah that's not nice to think about huh

(I talk about finding Mean!Catra hot but the scenes where she's just viciously cruel to Scorpia are just...not. They're hard to watch.)

Perfuma: "Things are different now! Scorpia knows the kindness of a true friend."

bb has some regrets

(bb has a LOT of regrets)

look at poor Melog ;_;

Bow's dads haven't responded to Bow since they got back, shit. Glimmer offers to teleport them there to check on them.

I can't help thinking of the moment in Nate's fic where Adora runs into the bunk room to get some clothes for Catra and these two are cuddling and are startled, and Adora apparently just smirks at them before leaving the room again lol

Anyway, everyone else is off to see if they can save Scorpia

They use Melog to sneak into the Fright Zone

Man I wish it wasn't a pain in the ass to gif this stuff, because their faces are so good, but:

Adora: "It's weird, isn't it? Being back. So many memories here." Catra: "Most of them bad."

Catra: "Hey, I bet I can still beat you to the forge." Adora: "Uh, yeah, because you always cheat!"

look at them *sobs*

But yeah there's still destroyed stuff all over the place

"before we were taken by Horde Prime." LOL

Perfuma just starts shouting Scorpia's name to everyone else's horror, but electricity starts sparking everywhere before something blows up

and there she is!

Perfuma is still convinced Scorpia won't hurt her...and is v v wrong, and Adora has to tackle her out of the way

oh god

Catra starts apologizing but Scorpia just zaps her and she goes flying

Adora's "Catraaaa!" is very satisfying

She transforms to She-Ra in record time to keep a big chunk of machinery (that Scorpia threw) from crushing her.

Netossa: "Pretty sure she can tell it's us." Perfuma: "Yes, but I mean, it's Catra. Can we really blame her?"

LOLOL

Back at the library, Bow's dads are nowhere to be seen

There's a great line of Bow saying "They can't protect themselves! They're dads!"

PFFT they find a note left specifically for Bow. It has a dad-joke-level pun.

How smart is Melog? Is it like having a cat that can talk? Or is it like, A Person. Because Melog is clearly fine playing the role of Therapy Cat Who Can Also Make Things Invisible. But Catra and Melog are clearly having a conversation where Melog has some things to say!

One of Catra's ears twitches. It's so cute. Help.

OH SHIT (there's water aggressively leaking from nearby pipes)

wait wrong cartoon XD

but I'm glad I was able to find that exact gif because:

yeah

Adora in general is a Golden Retriever Girlfriend but this is so funny

"We don't throw tanks at our friends!" I mean she's got a point, they don't want to actually hurt Scorpia

Spinerella shows up and Netossa runs to chase after her

PFFT LOL

YAY

Anyway the Dads say they found something that might help things. I think I know what. Oh god.

Catra and Mermista get in a fight, and Catra realizes she can't just slash the chip out of Mermista because it's clearly like, putting tendrils/connections into the rest of her body. The moment of hesitation means Mermista gets the upper hand, and Catra barely escapes (riding on Melog!)

She-Ra and Perfuma are still trying to deal with Scorpia, and She-Ra gets banged into a wall and is just Adora again. She looks confused and unhappy about it.

Perfuma: "What happened to She-Ra?"

they end up running into Hordak's little throne room and OH SHIT FUCK

see this is why I made myself stop reading the synopses I forgot

Scorpia ties up Perfuma and Adora's hands with electrical cable things

Adora: well you still can't have She-Ra

Horde Prime: "Not anymore. My little brother's research has given me everything I need to know. The technology of this planet is familiar to me. Ancient, crude, outdated. It will be child's play to bypass its defenses and take the weapon at its heart for myself, with...or without you."

shit

y'know it's been a while since a random line in this show made me think of a song

and...oh no the lyrics kind of work for Catradora, in any case the vibes definitely do, and now I'm hella distracted, FUCK

🎵My hands are tied My body bruised, she got me with Nothing to win and Nothing left to lose And you give yourself away And you give yourself away And you give And you give And you give yourself away With or without you With or without you, oh I can't live With or without you🎶

*resentfully adds it to my spop rewatch spotify playlist*

(it's still a really great song tho, just saying)

OKAY back to Bow's dads

George: "We unearthed an ancient secret, long forgotten. A rebellion from the time of the First Ones, fighting against a powerful tyrant, just like we are. Watch. Eternia."

Anyway they bring up a huge globe kind of map thing?

Lance: "But then we remembered that message on your tracker pad and how it used coded language based on the star formations of the distant past."

George: "Friend of..."

"Mara wasn't alone!"

Hologram: "There is one recording available. Would you like to review?" Lance: "Play it." Serenia: "This is our last transmission. If anyone's hearing this, you need to listen."

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT I'm surprised it took this long lol lemme reblob

#april rewatches spop #return to the fright zone

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Breakout

A continuation of the heist Illinois timeline! Gotta being in some reinforcements.

Illinois x GN!Reader, Yancy, TW: none Words: 752

You had been on the run for a bit, hiding out in Illinois’ safehouse as you scoped out the next target. It was an ancient fukiya, or a Japanese blow dart flute. This one was specifically disguised as a flute, and had been in the possession of the wrong country for far too long. But unfortunately, this job looked to be too difficult for the two of you, even with your skills combined.

What you needed, were reinforcements. Illinois mentioned that there was a guy that he knew who was currently in prison for their last heist together. He tried to break him out when he did, but his partner insisted on staying. Illinois had heard rumors that he had applied for parole, but it had unfortunately been a while since the last time he saw him. He tried to keep up a tradition of visiting every third Sunday, but both of them knew that wasn’t always going to be realistic with Illinois’ job.

You pull into the parking lot of the prison, going through security checks. Weirdly enough, they let Illy keep his whip. Why? Maybe they knew he was enough of a regular, but honestly, you had absolutely zero clue. You passed through multiple gates, a little frightened when you realize this is the place you two would’ve ended up if you had gotten caught in that supply closet. You keep your head up and looking around as you are lead to the visitation area, a room opened off to the side for the two of you.

It was a few minutes before another man entered the room, escorted by guards. His face lights up when he sees Illinois, but shifts to minor confusion when he sees you. He’s dressed in a white tee and striped prison pants, his arms coated in tattoos. Honestly, you were a bit intimidated by him, pushing your chair back a little so Illy was slightly in front of you, shielding you. Illinois looked between the two of you, before the guards leave, leaving the three of you alone in the visitation room.

“I’m sorry it’s been so long, Yance.”

“It’s okay. I know youse’s busy. Who’s this?”

Yancy points at you, which makes you jump back in your seat a little bit at being acknowledged.

“This is a little treasure I picked up at my last job.”

A reassuring hand is placed on your shoulder as Illinois’ gaze doesn’t leave Yancy, who looks equally unsure. It’s like the worst version of mixing two friend groups. You begin to feel a bit uncomfortable, glancing at the door.

“You two will like each other, I promise. And Yancy, we’ll get you out of here, I promise.”

“What made youse think that I want to get out?”

“Didn’t you apply for parole?”

Yancy looks at him, a bit surprised. Mostly like he had been caught in something he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

“That was supposed to be a surprise, especially since it’s not guaranteed…”

He rubs the back of his head sheepishly, ruffling his hair a bit. Illinois places his other hand on Yancy’s arm, reassuring the both of you.

“I can make sure you get out and stay out. It was my fault we got caught the first time. Please, Yance. Let me make it up to you.”

Yancy considers the offer, the room falling silent as you and Illy give him room to think. You scan the room for cameras or microphones, not wanting the three of you to get caught, but you see nothing. And considering the box of a room you’re sitting in is made of almost purely concrete, there isn’t much of a space to hide one either. You take a deep breath of relief, which breaks the silence as Yancy goes to speak.

“Alright’s, but youse owe me a milkshake too.”

“I can do a milkshake just fine. We’ll be back later tonight. I promise. Try and stay awake.”

“Always do.”

A guard knocks on the door, indicating five more minutes of the visit. It’s mostly spent getting you and Yancy acquainted, easing the tensions that were seeming to build just by you being in the room. The visit ends, Yancy hugging the two of you goodbye, with a wink exchanged with Illy.

You and Illinois make it back out to the Jeep, climbing in as you get ready to leave.

“What did you mean by being back later, Illy?”

“We’re gonna break him out of this place, of course.”

#illinois james #illinois james markiplier #ahwm illinois #ahwm #illinois x reader #illinois james x reader #ahwm illinois x reader #ahwm illinois james x reader #markiplier egos #gn!reader #yancy markiplier #ahwm yancy #yancy x reader #ahwm yancy x reader #pantry dweller #strong songbird #chaoswrites

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sulatni-flerida11 · 3 months

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[1 Notification]

it's all so incredibly loud p2 | prev part

Etho | 4:30 PM

meet me at 6 after classes?

Seen 4:30 PM

Cleo | 4:30 PM

sounds alright

Seen 4:31 PM

Joel | 4:28 PM

cleo

Seen 4:31 PM

Joel | 4:28 PM

where are you

Seen 4:31 PM

Cleo | 4:32 PM

just got to arts?

Seen 4:32 PM

Cleo | 4:32 PM

why?

Seen 4:32 PM

Joel | 4:32 PM

scar and i in the guidance rn

Seen 4:32 PM

Joel | 4:32 PM

we dont know what theyre gonna tell us cuz they said they need you here too

Seen 4:32 PM

Cleo | 4:32 PM

oh great

Seen 4:33 PM

Cleo | 4:33 PM

are we in trouble?

Seen 4:33 PM

Joel | 4:33 PM

not in the way you think

Seen 4:33 PM

Joel | 4:33 PM

i think

Seen 4:33 PM

Scar | 4:25 PM

Cleoooo

Seen 4:33 PM

Scar | 4:25 PM

Not to alarm you, but we may have a situation right now

Seen 4:33 PM

Cleo | 4:33 PM

on my way, saw joel's messages first

Seen 4:33 PM

Scar | 4:33 PM

Why did you open mine then?

Seen 4:33 PM

Cleo | 4:33 PM

just in case

Seen 4:34 PM

Not in the way you think. God. Okay. This is fine.

Cleo doesn't get the chance to return Lizzie and Bdubs' greetings when they enter the Art classroom, because she darted straight past them to the offices, putting her phone back in her pocket. Weirdly enough, they feel scared, (though surely nothing could top what they've experienced before, right?).

The door to the Guidance Office creaks, making Joel and Scar's heads turn around from where they were sat facing away from her. She notes that the two look just as worried about it as she does, and that she should check on them later once this ordeal is done.

"Apologies for being late, sir," Cleo addressed the guidance counsellor before taking a seat beside Scar. "Didn't know this was a thing until Joel told me."

"That's alright," comes the monotone reply.

Alright.

"Now may you tell us why you called us here?" Joel asked, attempting to keep his composure by bouncing a leg.

"Ah, see," the counsellor clears his throat, "it's regarding your father."

Oh. Oh, the fear shared by the three is founded now. They've spent… how long with their parents? A decade. And a half. But their mother passed the year prior from an "incident." And the time their father has on this world will all end in the next few seconds -

No, wait, it probably already has.

"He's gone, isn't he?" Scar asks then, blunt and soulless. It surprised the counsellor, as his eyes went wide at Scar's question before composing himself again, but Cleo and Joel weren't fazed.

"... Yes, yes he is," the counsellor says slowly, "and your relatives would like to take custody of the three of you."

No time for grief, Cleo thinks, and looking at the other two, her siblings, (not by blood but by their own choice), they seem to be thinking the same. If there was one thing they learned from their relatives, it's to be ruthless, stubborn, and strong.

"Will they fetch us?" Cleo asks next. "Our relatives, I mean."

"Wouldn't you like to know the disclosed details of your father's passing fi -"

"Was it an incident?" Joel cuts in, and the counsellor turns his attention at him.

"Yes," comes the reply, and Scar stops himself from snorting. "Your relatives - specifically his sister - said he fell off his fishing boat two days ago. Waves were too high and he got thrown overboard. The authorities didn't get the chance to retrieve his body this morning, where he was already dead."

And they waited two days before telling us, Cleo wanted to say.

Instead, they ask, "Our relatives will fetch us, yes?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Later, around 6:30 in the evening."

"Anything else, sir?"

The counsellor clicks his tongue, "None."

"Good," Cleo stands from their chair, and Joel follows their suit, holding Scar's wheelchair by the handles and starting to push him out of the room. "We'll be off then, if that's alright, sir?"

"Of course."

"Thank you," Cleo smiles.

The smile quickly turns into something fiery when the door closes behind them, the three saying silent while processing the information in the hallways full of chatter. There's anger, hurt, and longing simmering, burning them slowly inside out. There's desire for revenge, but -

"We all know what this means, right?" Scar asked, fiddling with his fingers as he looks up at Joel and Cleo.

"Mhm," Cleo replies, "Didn't tell us about his death immediately so they can split the money."

"Custody though? What are we? Preschoolers?" Joel grits his teeth, hands gripping the handle of Scar's wheelchair tighter, and Scar responds by patting his hands as an attempt to calm him a bit down.

Truthfully, they all expected it, with the... comforts their family has compared to their relatives. Their parents knew this, which was why they raised the three against the norm their relatives had: patience, understanding, and kindness. They grew up with it, lived it out as much as they could.

This made their parents revise their will to state that the three of them are the rightful receivers of any properties and heirs to all businesses owned - them, the adopted kids. Instead of the other family members.

There's desire for revenge, but if they want to keep their parents' legacy, that revenge isn't the way they should go down. Nonetheless, none of them are saints, and they still want to be prepared to face whatever tricks their relatives may have up their sleeves.

A mental checklist of things to do forms individually in each of their heads, the overlaps being:

Get Scar and Joel's stuff out of the dorm

Get Cleo's stuff out of her apartment

Do not tell anyone else (even their friends) what's going on because that's a whole other can of beans

Prepare to live on the streets... again

(The last, at this point, is a given if they want to be in control of their own paths and decisions. Besides, the streets don't sound so bad compared to those stupid people that want custody over them.

God, the things people do for money.)

"You guys have anything to do for the rest of the day?" Cleo asks to distract momentarily, and Joel and Scar strain to hear it.

"Just Game Night," Joel replies.

"Yeah! With Lizzie, Pearl, Jimmy, and Bdubs too... though, they can probably survive a DnD session without us," Scar laughs slightly, trying to lighten up the mood.

Joel shoots the question back, "Do you have anything to do, Cleo?"

The messages from her roommate come to mind, and she's torn for a moment.

"Nothing much," she replies plainly, but manages a smile. "Sorry you guys are missing game night."

Joel waves it off, "It's nothing."

The look Joel and Scar share tell Cleo that they aren't convinced by her answer. Thankfully, they don't bring it up again.

Truthfully, Cleo isn't convinced by Joel and Scar's response either.

Well, not now.

The silence falls between them once more, and it's all so incredibly loud. Their surroundings are tuned out as their plan is formed on shared looks and nods, wordless and quick. The anticipation for what comes next almost feels like standing in the middle of a ring of fire, the flames not touching your skin yet heat still felt.

In moments like these where they have no where else to run, they've learned to look after themselves and each other's burns.

Cleo leaves campus once they were sure that Joel and Scar made it back to their dorm, and takes a run straight to her apartment.

go to the au's previous part

A/N: these polls will prolly only run for like,,, 3 days? before i start writing a new part. if there are some choices close, then i'll wait it out a bit longer. and yes, the POV order kinda matters since it's the basis of what kind of info you're getting from a specific character at a specific time :]]

nyways, have y'all seen that tumblr post about cleo, joel, and scar being "arsonblings?" yeah, that inspired their dynamic here. they're the main trio.

also, this "prologue" thing has spun out of my hands as a prologue and has now become an almost fully fleshed out series of short stories from each person involved in these scenes. including cleo, i've counted 8 people total to write about surrounding the events of the main trio "disappearing," though i don't know whether i should wait 'til all 8 POVs are posted or skip some people depending on the polls. prolly gonna add an option to "skip" to the main story once i get 4 to 5 POVs total posted? idk yet lol

once again, feel free to slide into my asks for any qs !! would be happy to answer them :D

#htbahb au #cw: mentions of death #of minor characters #zombiecleo #goodtimeswithscar #joel smallishbeans #sulat ni flerida

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 10 months

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Mmm idk if you are taking writing requests, but if you have the time and inclination, would you write something woth Android!Peter trying to explain to Arthur how having his body transplanted into a robobod affects feelings on gender and body issue and things? While Arthur listens supportively but doesn’t really understand. Maybe gives extremely dorky robot specific compliments?

My inbox is always open to requests! (it's just a matter of me remembering to do them after I check to see what they are, haha).

Sure, I can give this a shot! I figure that before the robo upgrade, Peter was trans, yes? Cause trans Peter is always welcomed here. :D

Warning: body dysphoria

On with the fic!

Peter swirled his finger around the rim of his glass, surprised that the damn thing could make a clear ringing sound. Shit, this was real crystal, what kinda fancy ass bar kept real crystal glasses?

Oh, right, Arthur's does. Cause Arthur's bar is just that fucking classy, just like him.

"Is something on your mind, Peter?" Arthur asked, suddenly in front of him. "Typically by this point I am in the middle of preparing your fifth glass, but you seem to be simply nursing your second. Is it not to your liking? I made it exactly the way you like it best."

"Nah." Peter sat up straighter, only to promptly slump on his arms on the counter. "Ain't the drink, it's delicious. It's just... brain stuff."

"Brain stuff?" Arthur frowned. "Oh, shall I call your emergency maintenance contact? Best to have any issues your neurolinks looked as as soon as possible, just in case of permanent damage to the remaining soft tissue links they have in your cranial cavity."

Peter just stared at him, trying to process what the fuck was just said to him. "You've been readin' up on the organic mind uploading thing they did for me?"

"I was curious to see how the trial runs were going, as you are one of the few people actually implanted in your robotic body, it is best to keep an eye on any changes that could be damaging."

"That's... weirdly sweet of you. But no, not that kinda brain stuff. More like my thoughts, ya know? Been thinkin' about my old body. About this one, and how things are so... different."

Arthur nodded. "That is to be expected. After all, you went from organic flesh, bones, and fluids to mechanical parts, often made with plastics, rubbers, metals, and different chemicals and oils to keep you running. Although you are currently programmed to fuel yourself using organic substances, though you tend to lean more towards relying on ethanol-like substances-"

Peter held up a hand to stop him. "No, no, not... not that. Kinda, not really. More like... okay, how much do you know of me before I went all go-go-gadget hot goth android?"

The bartender stared back at him, in that polite way he does. "I am aware of many things about your life, at least anything that is easily accessible through The Network. Which, by the way, you need to finish setting up."

"Eh."

"Anything specific that you are trying to refer to?"

"My... medical stuff. The changes I went through a few years back. Before this."

Arthur's face went blank, that creepy, almost factory-setting kind of face he did when he processed information or was looking something up. He blinked and looked normal again. "Your transition."

"Yeah." Peter picked up his glass and took a long drink from it, placing the empty glass back down. It was quickly taken and refilled in just a matter of seconds. "Thanks. But yeah, my... my transition. Big deal at the time, I was so happy to run around in a body that felt more right for me, you know? Spent a long time not sure why I didn't feel so hot in my skin, lookin' in the mirror made me happy and not happy.

Was all... mixed up, couldn't figure it out. Then I had to do more research, actually talk to some people in the queer community cause I just thought this was me having conflicts with my sexuality. Which, honestly, ain't a problem. Bisexual whore, I've got a pin of that, love it. But when I finally figured out the issue I was having, my brain felt better, but not quite. Too many problems, have to fix 'em. Hard to do that when people didn't take you seriously."

He downed this drink and Arthur quickly repaired it. "So, did the name change, started small, felt too scared to go all out at once. Felt like it might make me mentally sick, too much too soon, too big of a change, throwing me all over the place mentally and emotionally! Clothes weren't a problem, always dressed androgynous, but put a bit more effort into looking like a guy. A guy in goth make up, but still."

Peter looked at the drink, and decided to sip it this time. "Show was starting, was able to get away with a lot of stuff for a while. Finally made the money and had the insurance to get the surgery, the hormone treatment. I was me! I was Peter! You wanna know what the first thing I did when I finally healed after surgery?"

"What did you do?"

"I went back to my show, took a hiatus to heal, and when I showed up on stage I ripped off my coat and presented to the world my lack of tits! It was awesome! I was feelin' so much better, I mean, sometimes there's still the dark thoughts about my identity, here and there, but that's from spendin' too much time overthinkin' things and not being on my pills."

He paused. "Fuck, maybe that's why I'm havin' thoughts again, don't need my pills anymore. Did you know that it seems mental problems can be transferred over to android bodies?"

"No, I was not aware of this. Shall I make a note?"

"Sure, why not." Peter laughed. "Look at that, they fucked up a perfectly good android. He's got anxiety over his gender. Again!"

Arthur stared at him once more. "But you are classified as a male-presenting android."

"Yeah, cause I specifically had that set up in my contract, the body is based on my own body type and shape too. If no one knows of the mechanical bits and bobs under my clothes, I look exactly as I did when I was a meat puppet."

He watched Arthur make a face at this comment towards his former body. "Then what appears to be the problem?" Arthur asked, deciding to address that instead.

"It's... remember when I said I was scared of doin' everything too fast, too soon? Well, having my brain and personality put into an android body feels like that. This is me, this is me, I made those choices, but I still can't... I still can't comprehend that? You know what I mean? I look in the mirror and I see my face, but is this really my body? It's like how I used to look in mirrors when I was younger and it feels weird and off, but it's me, I know this is me."

There was silence between them and Arthur tapped a finger on the counter, as if in thought. "If it is any conciliation, Peter, I do not think that your body has any issues. Granted, the skin grafts that you wanted for it were not finished in the period of time that you had to have your mind uploaded into it and most of your robotic shell is visible, you still look very charming for an android."

Peter snorted loudly. "That's not... that's not the problem."

"I do not see why it should be a problem. Your body is functional, and very up to date! A strong model that runs much faster, both electronically and physically, than most other androids right now. You were sculpted to exact specifications to your requests, including making you look a few years younger, such as when you first commissioned your new body."

The newer android ran a hand through his hair, letting out a startled laugh. "Arthur, dude, that's not... first off, wow, I'm flattered, I think? I can't tell if you're trying to stroke my ego or trying to flirt with me in some strange android way. But that's not my issue here. I'm hot, yeah, I know, I'm a current model of android, but that's not the problem here."

"Ah. I apologize."

"Nah, don't, it's nice that you're trying to cheer me up."

"Has it helped at all, or shall I keep trying to find ways to do so?"

Peter wasn't sure, he still felt like shit, but he knew that was gonna be a constant, was before the upgrade, but he gave Arthur a crooked smile. "It helped, thanks for tryin'."

Arthur clearly didn't understand the problem, which Peter couldn't blame him. He had always been an android, he never experienced the horrors of being human, or dealing with dysphoria and the like. Still, it was sweet that the guy tried anyway, in his own, strange Arthur way.

"How about we change the topic, wanna make me another crazy drink to see if it'll make my glow bits light up like the Vegas Strip?"

Gonna be honest, I have no idea if we established if Peter's upgrade was a digital copy of his mind being uploaded into an android, or if it's that sorta weird organic kinda thing of melding the brain computer parts and just... cyberman that shit up? I left it sorta in the middle, there might be some head tofu in Peter's metal skull, haha.

#arthur x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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purplejabberwock · 1 year

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Hello, how are you? Hope the moving thing is going well :D

For the game, can I ask for 🖊, 🌈 (with dead men walking?) and/or ✨️??

Thank you so much, love your writing <3

The moving is, fortunately, mostly complete! Mostly.

These questions came from here. I'm doing the pen last even though it's first in the order, because I just think it makes more sense that way.

🌈 What inspired you to write Dead Men Walking?

As I recall, I'd recently read Book 6 with the Requiem Ball and we knew there were other Dead Men, and that two of them died. So I did what I often do, and started wondering okay but what were they like and what would happen if they were alive?

My motivation for this was partly because I prefer people living to dead, necromancy notwithstanding, and also because I already felt at the time that Valkyrie needed a reality check that the adults in her life just weren't giving her -- specifically Skulduggery. How he would change as a result of two of his friends living, and therefore how Valkyrie would change as a result of his changes, was a wondering I wanted to answer.

I don't remember the order of writing vs development of Hopeless and Rover, but I'm pretty sure the latter came first because I was already talking to and developing stories with @amaraqwolf, though I don't fully remember how that development came about anymore. I do remember the original version of Dead Men Talking would have been early days, because Hopeless and Rover are both somewhat different (I was still figuring them out) and we hadn't gotten confirmation that Saracen existed yet.

As I recall, we met Saracen while I was writing the first book, because I did made some changes to account for him -- that's why he doesn't show directly as early as the others do. I didn't want to do a wholesale rewrite.

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

I'm assuming this means 'compliment'. Amazingly enough, as assured as I am in my own writing it's still weirdly hard to find adjectives for it. Especially overtly complimentary ones.

I guess I'l go with 'exciting', 'grounded (positive)' and 'hopeful'.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

"Who was that, exactly?" asked Principal De Haviland, very carefully, and glancing toward the garda officer. It was a sidelong glance that didn't make it obvious who he was asking, only that he knew some people had recognised the name.

"I think I'm going to —" The fireman pointed toward his fellows and hurried away without waiting for response, still rather pale.

"That was the prince of Tir Tairngire," said the garda softly. The paramedic squeaked again. Principal De Haviland went ashen, and the teacher stared at Valkyrie.

"You have the prince of Faerieland on speed-dial?"

"Sure." Valkyrie shrugged and scootched onto the gurney next to Natalie, and looked up at them all in her best mimicry of Tanith's perky-receptionist act. "I'm apprenticed to him and his brothers. And no one buys phones with a physical keyboard these days, how old are you?"

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monarch-boo · 5 months

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Okay so, *months* ago now I had two very vivid Moral Orel- related dreams that I have been meaning to share as soon as I had them, but I just haven't really gotten around to it until just now. I've remembered them this whole time because they are kinda fascinating to me.

☆☆☆ I had no knowledge of the show itself in the dreams, it would seem. In the world of these dreams I was never at any point like "oh it's such and such from Moral Orel", no, it was genuinely like these were just actual people who lived in my area and I met up with sometimes. There were *some* things I knew about, but it was never like I knew those things from the show, I knew them from seeing them around in the past "IRL" in this dream world, it seems.

I had each of these dreams only a couple days apart. I had also been watching video essays about the show before sleeping both times so that's probably what triggered these... and I swear to fuck I'm not making these up.

I'm actually gonna readmore this and split it into two posts since this got long as hell. This post is only the first dream.

▪︎The First Dream▪︎ I went on a little trip with Clay and Orel to some kind of massive indoor flea market. Didn't resemble anywhere I had ever been or knew of, guess my mind completely fabricated a place.

Clay really did not like me (I mean, he definitely wouldn't), in fact he insisted I keep my distance from him and Orel once we arrived to the place. He even made me wait until the two were almost in the building before I even left the car, he wanted that badly to not be seen with me.

We had separately been looking through stuff people were selling, when at some point we unintentionally ran into each other in the same room. I want to note here that Orel had a cast on his leg the whole dream (and yes, it was his left leg. I made absolutely no connection with the hunting trip until after I woke up, had no idea about it whatsoever in my dream seemingly. Only strengthens my idea that these dreams just had them as real people in our world, because if I knew anything of the show in this dream I sure as shit would've known that). I tried to greet Orel, Clay got irritated with me and distanced himself and Orel to the other side of the room while saying some rude shit I unfortunately don't remember now. In response I kinda just blurted out "Hey, fuck you". Clay responds "Fuck me?!?" and goes on some kind of rant with a You Wish You Could Fuck Me sort of conclusion. He didn't say *exactly* that, I remember that much, but whatever he *did* say basically boiled down to that, you know?

At this point I had a strong, STRONG urge to clap back with something along the lines of "I'm actually more interested in your drinking buddy" (this is the "some things I knew about" I stated at the start of the post. Apparently saw enough of Clay in the past that I was into Stopframe and knew enough about his and Clay's interactions that bringing him up in this manner would REALLY piss Clay off).

BUT I ultimately held my tongue because my "Hey, fuck you," was an accident anyway and I felt bad enough that I cussed in earshot of Orel, the fact it only triggered more f-bombs in a sexually charged rant from Clay also in earshot of Orel had me kinda mortified, so I figured I should just shut up and go check out a different room.

I just went through various tables and rooms and bought a handful of things when I eventually found Orel alone (well, separated from Clay at least, there were all sorts of random market-goers around), sitting down to rest his leg a bit. I asked if he was doing alright, he said he was fine. He seemed a bit distant. I didn't really know what to do or say so I just took his word for it and went to the next room. Unfortunately I don't know what happened with Clay and Orel next because I just looked at more merch for a short while before I woke up.

Random thing about this dream though, a weirdly specific thing my mind completely fabricated, at least I think so since I've never heard of these being a thing IRL. Something I saw somebody selling in the dream. Those plushie backpack things, where you usually open up their back and there's a smallish pouch to hold stuff. Happy Tree Friends ones. That specifically depict them frightened and/or injured. Instead of opening up the back you would unzip whatever part of their body as if it were a wound or severance, like flip the top of their skull open or open up their chest vertically or their belly horizontally, different characters/designs had their zippers in different places. They even had bloody red colored lining inside, like come on. My dream cooked there, these should be real.

#post #morel orel #orel puppington #clay puppington

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