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hanayori89 · 3 months

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🌻 Hello all- I just wrote this little one (two it’s a two) shot. My mother recently passed away on 1/24. My existence feels hollow. Writing is the only thing keeping me grounded, the only thing that makes me feel like myself when I feel I don’t know who I am. When you read this little works you’re supporting not just a writer- but a grieving human. Thank you 🌻❤️

A Little Too Not Over You

“Hey, watch it!”

A rotund woman ran into you, causing you to ricochet backward and stumble off the curb. You watched as she stopped, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. The sheer trace of her underwear beneath her shoddy dress told you she wasn't wearing much else beneath it. She continued forward, hurriedly crab-walking as she winced from her seismic thighs slapping together.

You grimaced, feeling the phantom sting of chafing between your own thighs.

"Hurry! Someone said he was down here!"

The racket of charging feet stomping against the pavement made you duck for cover.

"SQUEE!!!!"

You watched from behind an empty stall as a throng of rowdy, jubilant women of all ages, shapes, and colors came stampeding down the street.

"For Din's sake..." You muttered in disbelief.

Today was the biggest delivery day of the month, and your cargo now sat, ripped and dented from the abuse of hordes of running feet. After you discerned the coast was clear of all signs of estrogen besides your own, you ran toward your box and retrieved it. You squinted as you read the delivery address on the mottled label.

Bombchu Bowling Alley.

You hoisted the precious cargo on your shoulder, relieved that it would be your last delivery of the day. On an average workday, Castle Town never took you nearly as long as it did today. But whatever had the citizens in a tizzy also threw your schedule into the same energy of disarray.

You glanced upward, admiring the way the dark dusk clouds patted down what little light of the sun remained. The drawbridge that connected Castle Town to Hyrule Field would soon close, blocking any visitors from leaving or entering.

With that thought in mind, you scurried down to the Bombchu Bowling Alley, relieved that with the promise of night came the promise of the end of your shift.

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"Well, I'll be. Are you actually awake during your shift?" You greeted your friend, Ally, the clerk who ran Bombchu Bowling.

She gave you a wistful sigh. "If I actually had customers, I wouldn't be over here falling asleep." She jumped over the counter; her magenta pinstriped crop top revealed her chiseled abs, which came as a surprise considering she seemed to sleep for a living.

"Got my goods?"

"Got my money?"

Ally fluttered her caked lashes at you in amusement. "Always right to the point." She reached into her pocket, fishing out the rupees she owed you. "You really saved my hide doing this freight business; your costs are much cheaper than those of Lon Lon."

"Well, I won't talk ill of Malon; we are friends after all. But she has her hands full these days and running a farm ain't cheap. Besides, I love to explore Hyrule. Especially since-" You stopped yourself from saying it.

The words seemed to be obnoxious and loud, despite not leaving your mouth. "He's never once come back to see you?"

"He's a hero now. Why would he?" Your voice rose as your wounded ego flared. "Besides, I have my business and my life now. I appreciate the time we spent as kids and what he's done for Hyrule, but I've moved on, and I'm sure he has too."

"Have you, though?"

Your mouth shot open in protest. "What's that supposed to mean?" You didn't need to prove to Ally or anyone that you were over Link.

So, what if you saw his stupid face every night for seven years since he left?

Or that you sometimes sat outside of the Kokiri woods by the tree you both met.

Or the fact that every date you've ever been on always left you empty because no one seemed to compare.

So, what?

"Y/N," Ally said your name as if she were a medic about to tell you that you had a terminal illness. The empathy in her voice was present, albeit earnest. "Did you see the crowds gathering today?"

You nodded. "How in Hylia could I not see them? It would be like not seeing King Jabu Jabu in Zora's Domain. I almost got run over! This one woman-"

"He's come home."

"He?"

"The Hero...er- Link, he's returned. He's here, in Castletown."

"Link? Link has come back?"

Her eyebrows rose in concern as you let out a bitter laugh.

"Y/N-"

"So, Link has come home? That's what those females were fussing over? How pathetic." The venom that coursed through your veins over Link's abandonment somehow didn't manage to overshadow your curiosity as to what he looked like after all this time. You stopped entertaining the thought. "They can have him and all the tears they'll cry when he leaves them too."

You left Ally standing there with her unopened order. You walked towards the door, your throat raw with the taste of acid. "Let me know if there's any issue with your order. Have a good night."

You didn't bother to look her way as you slammed the door shut behind you.

Link had returned.

So, what?

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"Why are you crying?"

A boy with eyes haunted by unwelcome duty ran past you. He turned toward you, surprised, as you revealed yourself from behind a tree.

"Why are you sad? Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."

“I'm supposed to go meet Princess Zelda. But I won't make it. I'm going to die."

You tilted your head at the boy's assured declaration. "How are you so sure you're going to die?"

"Look at me! I am a Kokiri! If we leave the forest, I'll die! That's why Saria looked so sad. She must have known she'd never see me again. She must have known..."

You walked up to the sullen boy swathed in green. Drawing your arm back, you walloped him in the shoulder.

"HEY!" He growled.

You began to laugh hysterically. "Silly forest boy, if you were dead, that wouldn't have hurt. There is no pain after death."

He began to begrudgingly blink with recognition. "So then, it's true. I am not one of them after all. I am not a Kokiri." His eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"Apparently not because you're very much alive."

He looked at you. "I must go to the princess." He didn't ask you to escort him, but something in the way he spoke made you silently understand that you were to accompany him.

"Come on, I'll take you as far as I can."

"Thank you."

You both traversed Hyrule Field together with chatter that had such ease it caused time to pass with lamentable haste. As you approached the drawbridge that led to Castle Town, you could feel the boy's aquamarine eyes overtly examining you.

You gave him a playful side-eye. "Don't go falling in love over there."

Little did you know, you would eat those words for seven years straight.

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"Wait! Hey, Wait!"

Two guards stood; their gargantuan helmets eclipsed their vision but left their prickly and soured lips on display. They ignored your begging and continued to crank the bridge upward; the hinges were in desperate need of lube to ease the egregious grinding sound that filled the air.

"Wait! I need to leave! My cargo wagon is outside!"

One of the guards looked at you and scoffed. "Rules are rules, little miss. This bridge closes at 7 p.m., as it always has for years. You know better."

You stomped your foot. "It's 6:58! If you're not going to let me leave, then I fully expect to be compensated with a room at an inn since you cannot be so kind as to let me pass."

Both of the guards exchanged glances and began to laugh.

The guard that had ridiculed you earlier now walked up to you, dipping his head close to your ear. "I can make an exception if you do something for me." His gruff, come-hither voice made your ovaries revolt in disgust.

He crept his fingers along your shoulder, resting them on the thin cotton of your sleeve and slowly pulling it down.

"I would rather mate with a goron." You felt a collection of foamy saliva sit at the base of your throat. With an uncouth gurgle, you spat in the guard's face as a Deku shrub would shoot a nut.

"You little-"

An arm dressed in a gilded gauntlet slithered around the guard's neck, wrapping him in a chokehold. You couldn't see the face of the man who intervened, but you caught glimpses of green fabric behind the guard's body. The color reminiscent of a vast forest and the special boy who hails from its verdant haven.

"What's your ID number?" The voice's curt command wasn't enough to hide its feathery resonance or the way it made your core pool with warmth.

The guard fumbled beneath the unforgiving grasp of his captor, his voice escaping in hoarse spurts. "7..."

"7 what?" The man's muscles swelled as he wrapped his arm around the guard's neck tighter.

"7...5...2...7." Satisfied by this response, you watched as the guard was disregarded and thrown to the ground.

"I'll be sure to speak with the princess in the morning, 7527. It would behoove you to leave the premises at once. Now get out of my sight."

The other guard squealed from behind. "Ach! "It's him! Let's get out of here."

Your eyes slowly wandered to the man before you.

'Him.'

The shadows that hung beneath his eyes were the perfect accessory to the familiar glint of unwelcome responsibility that had remained in his eyes all these years. His lips tugged upward, and an insecure smile seeped cheek to cheek, transforming his aged face into that of the youth you had fallen in love with years ago.

"Hello, Y/N."

You stood there, as if you were staring at Dampe's ghost, which would be a lot more palatable than Link standing before you as a grown man.

A grown man.

You felt your flesh incinerate as you observed the chapped and gargantuan hands beneath the gauntlets. Your eyes stalled on the flashes of muscle that couldn't be hidden beneath his padded gambeson or his tunic.

You could hear a soft chuckle as he realized he had rendered you speechless. He reached upward, pulling off his signature green hat and setting free a wave of long, silky blond tresses. "Have I aged so terribly that you cannot possibly find the words?" For as much as your gaze seemed to procrastinate on certain areas of his body, it was incomparable to the way Link's eyes refused to move away from your own. His Adam's apple bulged, shimmying down his throat as he took a deep breath. "The passage of time is usually cruel, but it relieves me to see how incredibly kind it has been to you."

He took a few steps toward you, desperate for your acknowledgement. After another minute of silence, you reached your hand forward. Link mirrored you, lifting his hand upward in an attempt to gently place his fingertips against your own, as if you were his reflection. The romantic gesture was severed thanks to your hand plunging forth and latching onto one of the shiny gray hoops that swung from his ears.

"Farore! You pierced your ears?"

You could make out a little droplet of sweat trailing down his jaw as he released a nervous laugh. "That's it? It's been seven years, and that's what you noticed about me?"

You folded your arms. " It's not my fault; it's been seven years, Link. Oh, forgive me, do you still go by 'Link?"

He frowned. "You're right, Y/N. You're absolutely right. I cannot say anything that will mend the rift of time between us. But" He got down on his knee and held your hand, your delicate fingers resting in between his firm grasp, weakening your resolve.

"The bridge is closed for the night. Give me just tonight to try. Please."

"Fine." You surrendered. You were going to humor Link. But it was not to appease his own guilt over his absence.

No, it was to prove to yourself that you were over him.

But if you truly were, then why did you need to prove it?

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Edited: 2/1/24

#legend of zelda #link #loz #fanfiction #wattpad #link x reader #romance #the legend of zelda #fanfic #fanfic on tumblr #loz oot #ocarinaof time #zelda ocarina of time #oot #oneshot #not really #random writing #grief and writing

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davekat-sucks · 13 days

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I left and rejoined the fandom a few times because of strange fan behavior and the fact the story was just not fun anymore and it fizzled out. The last time I left the fandom was because everyone made John into June and I didn’t understand what made him seem like a girl. when I asked someone, in a genuine way, and not in a trolling way, that someone I asked told me “John’s always been feminine. He’s super compassionate!” I was so angry at that. I remember that was the only time I was fuming over the fandom. That’s when it hit me. Being a girl to these people is being nice and compassionate! It’s just personality traits! Being a girl is a look, a fashion trend, a lifestyle to adopt! I starting to think that being transgender might just be a big joke to these people. That or I was being trolled but I was on the Offical June Stans tumblr page (no I don’t remember what it was called)

I was fuming so much I was ready to be done with Homestuck entirely but then I saw how many people thought that John’s depression and suicidal out look on life was so trans! It made me even more angry! Being trans meant being suicidal and isolating yourself! Then they went off about how Reality Doesn’t Feel Real to John which is also super trans and not just the protagonist of the story noticing he lives in a story.

Dissociating from reality and being mentally ill was what they made being trans out to be.

It was a BIG slap to the face for me. A wake up call that all the support I was pouring, not into HS but into my ideology, was a lie. I realized I was contributing to hurting people. Hurting the people I thought I was helping at it hurt me so bad. I was angry at how the queer community was destroying its own members. I am so thankful for the Homestuck fandom though, why, because it showed me the depths of the lie I was brought up to believe. That kids who grew up online are just malleable tools that can be brought up to believe in anything. We could destroy peoples careers, we could harass content creators into saying “trans rights” all while ignoring that trans rights were giving puberty blockers to teenage girls. Fun fact… did you know that teenage girls need estrogen in their system to have their spine fuse together as they grow. Now we have paralyzed kids. Now we have a high fail rate of bottom surgeries.

If I’m not mistaken didn’t you just describe the plot of Y12000 not too long ago. That is what I mean. These people think that this is activism. This is something to be proud of. I hesitate to call anything evil but this is the closest thing to it I can think of. Getting children to believe that this is what progress is. Destroy peoples bodies and minds. The worst part is is that we can’t get these people to wake up and see what is going on around them. If i speak up, I am the one who is evil. I am the one who is trying to hurt people. If I could help, I would. The only thing I do now is try to talk about positive things because I know what it is like to be in the depths. But every so often I need to say this. I am so deeply saddened by the fact that fandom is a tool used to hurt us all. Activism is a wonderful thing but now it’s been taken over by a belief system that soon will crumble from all the medical scandals.

Now anyone reading this might think I am a transphobe. No. I think that transsexualism is a thing, but most everyone actually trans says transsexual when referring to themselves. These new trans people are just making stuff up like “egg” and “xir” and disrespecting real trans people. I follow someone named Dimitri Monroe. He is bullied constantly for being a feminine man but not being trans. They call him trans and want him to realize that he is an egg that needs to hatch. I don’t know if it is because they need him to fit in the perfect little box they made for all feminine men to be in or because they want to make him into a sex object. Some times people online view trans women as breeding stalk and it’s so sexist and demeaning.

Okay I wanted to add this to what I wrote up,

Now I see that people are making June “VirskaMaxxx” which I assume means roleplaying as a girl he likes. I saw someone say something on here about Virska wanting to be like Mindfang, I don’t understand how their minds work anymore and I don’t have the stomach for it anymore. All I see here is people who think trans people are just role playing women. Trans people are playing make believe. What is anyone supposed to think in response to this? Being trans was just a fad. Being trans is like being mentally ill?

And those who disagree that are part of a certain minority group, they are outed as things like traitors, apologists, or faking their sexuality/race. It's crazy people are using stuff like the word coon ironically at another black person that does not agree with the rest of the community. The With Us or Against Us mentality has taken it to the extreme. Some don't realize that what they are enforcing is toxic positivity. Even too much of a good thing can be just as harmful. They would also subconsciously act similar to ones they hate. Like they say they hate pedophiles, but then they tell minors that sex work is fine to do. People should also be aware of the effects or reasons why the world works as it is. Like consuming too much cholesterol can cause harm to the body both short and long term if not treated. Some really have started to think science is bogus if it goes against the feelings. It just reminds me of religious fucks who dismiss science and say God is the reason why x thing happens. But instead of God, it's the overconfidence that they they believe their own words is true and everyone else is against them. People are also really reaching for something to be like an allegory for it being about trans. It's like people who read a book, book describes about a curtain being blue, and someone thinks it is about depression, when it's not and just an obvious observation to give an idea of what someone has in a building. Interpretation can be fine, but sometimes the thing is what it is and doesn't have to be that deep.

#homestuck #homestuck fandom #fandom #fandoms

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ftm2bbw · 1 year

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For the last ten years or so, you’ve been managing a very unusual hormone disorder. You see, your body responds to stress differently than most people. When your body produces cortisol during stressful situations, it starts a chain reaction of estrogen and growth hormones leading to pronounced swelling. You first noticed it when, during one of your finals in university, your breasts had swollen to the size of cantaloupes under your heavy sweater. For anyone, this would be an embarrassing condition to live with; for a trans man already living with the stress of gender dysphoria, it was down right humiliating. You would almost swear your body started doing this to you as an act of protest against your transitioning. Thankfully, the swelling was temporary, and you had managed to get a good prescription to keep it under control; all you had to do was take two tablets in the morning and one before bed and you could go the entire day without any undue stress-swelling. There was a bit of weight gain as a side effect, but nothing that couldn’t be managed. Though, as you were heading down to bed for the night, you noticed that your pill bottle was nearly empty, just enough for tonight. You made a reminder to see your pharmacist tomorrow about refilling it.

When you arrived at the pharmacy, you were met with a terrible shock. Closed. It seemed your pharmacist had gone for an impromptu vacation, and his assistant was still recovering from the flu, so there was no-one there who could refill your much needed prescription. This was nothing short of a disaster. You needed this. Passing was hard enough, but if the slightest bit of stress sent your estrogen into overdrive, it would be nearly impossible. You could already feel what was going to happen: the stares of strangers as they eye-fucked your ample curves; the calls of “miss”, “young lady”, “she”, and the like; the feeling of your own body betraying you. You could feel your heart racing already, your skin clamming up, your pupils dilating, your breathing getting heavier, and… oh god, not now!

You could feel the effects already. That familiar pressure in your chest began to build itself. It pushed against your binder, straining and pulling the compression fabric. It swelled to that familiar cantaloupe weight from ten years ago, but to your horror it wasn’t stopping. You tried and tried to slow your breathing, to calm yourself down, but the swelling just wouldn’t stop. You were already approaching melon size, feeling your binder tearing at the sides, and quickly running out of room in your sweater. It was getting harder to hide these; the billowy fabric of your sweater pulled tight against your chest, displaying their shape for all who wanted to see. You could already feel the eyes of everyone around you. Some came up to you, curious, asking if you were ok, calling you “miss”. Their concern stung at your psyche and you could feel a pit in your stomach as the swelling sped up. You wrapped your arms around your chest in a pitiful attempt to hide them and you ran to the alleyway behind the pharmacy to keep their eyes off of you.

You collapsed yourself against the wall and slid down into the seating position as the weight on your chest overwhelmed you. The swelling was intense, heaving and buzzing with every breath. Your sweater was unbearably tight against your breasts, heavy cotton pulled to its limit with the sound of fabric tearing filling your ears. With a single resounding tear, your breasts finally broke free of their cotton vice. They landed on your thighs with a resounding slap, heavy and the size of meaty bean bag chairs. Still, they kept swelling, still piling on weight and swallowing up your legs. You couldn’t help but be in awe of the size of them, of how soft and plush they felt. You pressed your hands deep into your breasts, feeling them sink into your flesh, and you felt something awaken in you. You blushed, turning deep red, and felt yourself getting so very, very wet. At that moment, the rate of swelling exploded and you arched your back in an orgasm.

Your breasts grew well past your legs and were quickly swallowing space on the concrete. Like massive water balloons hooked up to a fire hydrant, they sloshed and wobbled in time with your body shuddering in waves of orgasms. In no time you had been pulled to your feet by them as they swelled to the size of sedans. With every added foot to your bust you whimpered and moaned, gripping your chest tightly and grinding against your own breasts. A veritable wall of tit, they closed the gap between you and the opposing building and swelled against them, rising up like dough in the oven. Your back was pressed by your milk-truck tits into the pharmacy, and you could see nothing but your own expanse. In one final, earth shattering orgasm, you shrieked in pleasure and you could feel the swelling stop in your release.

You let out deep sighs of pleasure as you felt your mind unclouding. It suddenly dawned on you just how large you were, and you hoped they would start deflating soon. Although, as you gave your unthinkably massive breasts another press, you thought that maybe they could stand to take their time.

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The interplay between my embarassment, my arousal, and my growth would be such a mindfuck....and feel so, so, so damn good.

I'd be so horrified that a part of my body I'd tried so hard to bind away was swelling so quickly, and so massively. But it wouldn't stop me from exploring and groping them once I was 'safely' hidden away in the alley. Sinking my hands into my wobbling tits as they practically pulsed with growth...and pleasure.

Some mindlessly horny part of my brain would still be egging them on to grow bigger and more sensitive even as they surpassed any human size. Even being stimulated by the pressure as they pressed up against the walls of the building in front of me.

And part of me wouldn't want to go back on my meds again...

#beyond human size growth usually doesn't do much for me #but this was hot #🍨 anon #ask.txt

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scrunglyy · 1 year

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hi, wanted to post two excerpts from “My Words to Victor Frankenstein above the Village of Chamounix” an essay/speech by Susan Stryker (highly recommend reading, it’s really good), which i read back when i was still an english major and which upset me to the point where i had to stop reading for a while.

this part is about a letter to the editor of a queer periodical which was published at some point in the early (i think) 90s

Referring by name to one particular person, self-identified as a transsexual lesbian, whom she had heard speak in a public forum at the San Francisco Women’s Building, the letter-writer went on to say:

“When an estrogenated man with breasts loves a woman, that is not lesbianism, that is mutilated perversion. [This individual] is not a threat to the lesbian community, he is an outrage to us. He is not a lesbian, he is a mutant man, a self-made freak, a deformity, an insult. He deserves a slap in the face. After that, he deserves to have his body and mind made well again.”

and:

On January 5, 1993, a 22-year-old pre-operative transsexual woman from Seattle, Filisa Vistima, wrote in her journal, “I wish I was anatomically ‘normal’ so I could go swimming. . . . But no, I’m a mutant, Frankenstein’s monster.” Two months later Filisa Vistima committed suicide. What drove her to such despair was the exclusion she experienced in Seattle’s queer community, some members of which opposed Filisa’s participation because of her transsexuality—even though she identified as and lived as a bisexual woman. The Lesbian Resource Center where she served as a volunteer conducted a survey of its constituency to determine whether it should stop offering services to male-to-female transsexuals. Filisa did the data entry for tabulating the survey results; she didn’t have to imagine how people felt about her kind. The Seattle Bisexual Women’s Network announced that if it admitted transsexuals the SBWN would no longer be a women’s organization. “I’m sure,” one member said in reference to the inclusion of bisexual transsexual women, “the boys can take care of themselves.” Filisa Vistima was not a boy, and she found it impossible to take care of herself. Even in death she found no support from the community in which she claimed membership. “Why didn’t Filisa commit herself for psychiatric care?” asked a columnist in the Seattle Gay News. “Why didn’t Filisa demand her civil rights?” In this case, not only did the angry villagers hound their monster to the edge of town, they reproached her for being vulnerable to the torches. Did Filisa Vistima commit suicide, or did the queer community of Seattle kill her?

and like,, of course people say this shit now, but to see how much transphobia was the dominant ideology in queer organizations in the NINETIES is fucking sickening. a lot of these people are still alive and they have trans blood on their hands just as much, if not more than cishets.

so whenever people, especially cisgays, talk about how many young queers are so reactionary (true and important), unlike our queer elders, who we must respect and defer to, i think about Filisa and “I’m sure the boys can take care of themselves.” and i think about how she and probably thousands of other trans people were SUPPOSED to be my elders and how they fucking killed them.

#queer #queer elders #trans #suicide mention #i had a bit too much coffee and now im writing long angry posts apparently #cw transphobia

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villsco · 1 year

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they have met a couple times! bosco said gigi had asked her at the finale afterparty if she’d gotten ffs done like quite a while before she got it haha. bosco made it the caption of her instagram post from the finale red carpet.

omg yesss i know i met on instagram or something, i remember when bosco said “the estrogen is slapping right now” the camera turned to gigi giggling and being all cute i love them!

#bosco #gigi goode #yoni.talks

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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Thank you for the new chapter, I was having a shitty day today. But not anymore hehe🤪

I'm just going on record, please rewrite that down that this chapter is by far my favorite one out of one, not to say I don't love the other ones but I adore this one more, angsty more than I anticipated and still love it ( what can I say I'm a masochist who likes to torture myself) so here's me losing my shit over it. (This is gonna be long sorry) .

"It's not a cat," Magnus scoffs and holds up the creature. "It's a kitty." Now this is just mean you make me want to afobt a cat which I will get up tomorrow and do it.

"He doesn’t trust her at all. What if she messes things up for them? Deliberately? What if Magnus doesn’t get the scholarship? What if Magnus has to go back to England? Magnus only has one more year. He can finish it and come back. Of course. But what if he doesn’t want to? A lot can change in one year." Alec my DUDE chill out, why are you planing and things for Magnus go ask him.

“Yes. Of course. But if you start using that as a valid reason to get what you want, it will be hard for you to stop.” “Perhaps you should start there,” his father notes." Wait no, Robert is the voice of reason something is not rightwith universe I can feel it . Please don't make me like him.

"Camille Belcourt" ALEC IDIOT LIGHTWOOD WTF ARE YOU DOING ???? WHAT IS UR DAMN PROBLEM? WERE YOU DROPED ON UR HEAD WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD? Messaging Camille? The personification of the devil himself? Are you serious right now ???? Man if I could bitch slap you right now or break ur legs I would. 🤬

"Rafael has always hated watching Animal Planet." Please go see a therapist asap, it's not normal to not like watching animals documentary.

"He likes plans and routines. He likes consistency. He does not like surprises or sudden changes or spontaneous decision-making." He sound so much like his Dad 🥲

"Anjali would prefer a place with a garden." "They can spend all their time together then." Certified sappy asshole💯 💞

"When he sits down, his stomach hurts worse. It’s always been like this. When he is nervous, his stomach hurts badly." OH Rafael support being strong headed and go get help for ur anxiety.

"He can’t wake up every morning and check if his father is dead or alive." This one hurt. In a very I want to crawl into a hole and never leave it.

“Why did you file for divorce?” Rafael asks. “That night. Why didn’t you talk to me? Or anyone? Why did you do that, dad? I told you not to do it.” This whole conversation between Alec and Rafael is just chef kiss. Him trying to understand why the divorce happened. Alec wanting to keep Magnus safe and trusting Rafael to do so. And oooh now we know why Alec didn't let Magnus go to London, I feel bad for Rafe he is just a child he shouldn't be responsible for taking care of Magnus that should be Alec's things. Over all I love this father son bond. 😍

“Because he had seen his father’s love and strength and success and kindness and all of it and thought ‘this is what I want to be like too’." You just killed me with this line. Yup, you can hear my heart shattering at how pure this is.

"I don’t think estrogen is going to fix your dumbassery,” Catarina points out" words of wisdom from our own queen Catarina Loss everyone 👏👏👏 also Alec and Magnus finally can sit in the same room and work things out is a huge improvement.

"Rafael is hiding his pain from Magnus." He is hiding so many different parts of him." I can't imagine how hard this is must be on Magnus, to have you're child not turning to you in times on need.

“I gave you so much and you just kept taking! Everyone just keeps taking from me! And I am so fucking tired, and I have nothing more to give! I’m done! Leave me alone!” and finally we see Rafael has had enough of everyone, I can kinda understand where he is coming from its not easy to deal with parentswho suffer from depression and suicide through not knowing if they gonna make it till morning, and Magnus had a habit of runing away from his problems. also drinking is not the solution please don't be like ur dad.

Okay, wow yeah, This chapter starts so soft and tender then poof hit me with Camille then goes right back with Rafael pov and finished it with him leaving, I can't imagine what the impact going to be like for Magnus, it's gonna break him knowing his child only stayed with him because Alec asked him to 😭😭 this is hurt worst than Castiel telling Dean he loves him and then dies 💔 I can't wait for the next chapter to further break my heart.

NOT THE SUPERNATURAL THING OMG (i dont even watch that show but damn dick move from the writers oof)

i'm glad you liked this one. this was one of the chapters where i wrote it and i was like 'uhhhh not that great ugh'. So i love it when yall say you like it because i am like 'seeeeee?????? they like it'

thank you ;)

ps - adopt the cat yo

#tlnd

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evangelinemusica · 7 months

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Beef with a lesbian

Based on a true story from an incident In 2013

Written by: sndyhillz

Horny, you’re on the sidewalk around noon, minding your own business. Reading a lesbian sex mag with an erected penis in your biker pants. Meanwhile, a lesbian is approaching about 20 feet to the right holding what looks to be a small naked man in her hands, as she walks closer, her heart beats sound like the buzz of a vibrator but you’re so focused from the lust from the magazine that you don’t even notice it. With each step she took in her scuffed up slip on platforms, the buzz only got louder and louder. You ignore it. You look up from the magazine with a shudder, suddenly a heavy pressure sets in as she walked closer. She’s five feet away now, the highly concentrated estrogen in her blood makes your erection deflate quicker than an unsealed balloon. Her wind trail smelled of baby powder. You fall to your knees from weakness just as she passed you, and to her back you notice her high top fade and in her back pockets was a rose gold iPhone 6 Plus with no case.

She noticed your fear, and when you fall to your knees she turns and stands over you, you look up teary eyed and the small naked man on her waist points out the magazine that fell open in front of you. She’s furious, she sees the magazine and you see a vein bulge over the tattoo of a mandala on her neck. You helplessly beg for mercy, she’s only getting more angry. You cry out asking why she’s angry at you and she screams “DIEEE”, so fucking loud that your eardrums strain and blood bursts out of them onto your palms as you covered them hoping it would muffle her. At this point your testosterone has been depleting keeping her estrogen aura from transitioning you into a female.

The small naked man jumps off her hips and slaps you vigorously, he immediately runs down the street but you’re too weak to chase him. Plus you have bigger issues at this point, you look back at the lesbian as she throws her boots off and rips the sleeves off her flannel leaving it looking like a distressed tank top with her skinny rose tatted arms. In your head you think, “this bitch strong”. Through all the chaos, you make out a tattoo on her leg of Tweety Bird sticking her tongue through a piece sign in the the rips of her navy denim skinny jeans, but before you get the chance to do move, a steam punk themed dildo strapped to her hip dips by brown leather straps explodes into erection with the mechanism powered by her clitoris, the tip hits you directly in the third eye. You fly into a nearby wall flailing like she gave you cerebral palsy.

You fall into coma, and wake up 17 hours later in a daze. She’s nowhere to be seen, you cant seem to process what just happened and you cringe from the buzzing sound in your ears. As you try to move to look for your phone, in a gasp, your eyes open wider than a bride on her honeymoon as you realized the vibration wasnt in your ears but your ass! Your heart drops in a defeated masculinity as you realized she left a cheap vibrator in your anus. You pull it out screaming as The Lesbian didn’t respect you enough to use lube, so you go into shock with it still in your hand.

The police find you hours later with a vibrator in your hand and they arrest you for indecent exposure, they make you register as a sex offender and take you to jail. As you’re being walked into your cell, a voice from the top bunk states, “why you gotta bring me this rookie”, the police laugh at you and throw you in as you slump to the bottom bunk, the voice above you says, “good boy, that’s it, go ahead and snuggle up”.

You didn’t answer, you just cried yourself to sleep. Now it’s 6 AM and you wake from the morning alarm. you smell poop in the air and sit up in your bunk as police walk around waking people up for breakfast, to your right you hear the toilet in your cell being flushed, you look to see who it was and you see the small naked man that slapped you struggling to get down from the toilet.

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cakesexuality · 7 months

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Hi everyone, I'm Billie and I'm having a laparoscopy to find out if I have endometriosis!! Feel free to ask me questions about this!!

I've been on Lupron Depot for over a year and was on Depo-Provera for three years, neither was fully successful so now we're doing surgery to figure out what's going on and hopefully fix it if possible

When I was going on Lupron, I had a hard time finding info about going on it, so I want to share my experiences online for others to be able to learn from

I have a dedicated tag called #the estrogen is slapping right now (thanks, Bosco) where I talk about this kind of stuff, you can find it in the tags of this very post, or my Ask box and my DMs are open

#endometriosis #endo #chronic illness #chronic disease #chronically ill #chronic pain #the estrogen is slapping right now #yes i think i will always use that gif while making these sort of visibility posts

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tabitha2 · 2 years

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I exist to be humiliated, degraded & used for entertainment & sexual pleasure. I will change my body & behavior. I will stop reading, dress slutty, get plastic surgery, visit beauty salons, sway my ass while I walk, pump up my lips with fillers, act dumb, flirt, not use big words, wear a corset, speak higher, only speak when spoken to, bleach my hair, take estrogen, practice heels & makeup, wear heels skirts makeup everyday, look slutty, be in chastity, look at horoscopes & pictures of naked Men & trashy magazines, watch porn, follow makeup & clothing review Youtubes, ask for help with simple tasks, get a man to decide, as I giggle, jiggle, wiggle, edge, smile, please, obey, serve, submit… totally. I will surrender any pretending to smarts or dignity, & just get a job in the adult industry so I can focus on fixing my appearance & training to be a super duper sexdoll with no distractions from a “normal job”. I will give up boring wage work to follow my real career : kink model, stripper, escort, pornstar, camgirl, or sugar baby. I will tell people it’s all I’m really qualified for. I will need someone in my life to take care of all to do with money & stuff that’s too hard for me— probably a Man. I don’t have to be attracted to Men tho I might look at Men or imagine on them getting hard about me until I find myself getting turned on too. But it will be my job to please Men. I’ll always show respect for the Men paying for my show or services— their hard cash is letting me redo my body. I will show my thanks by being the most filthy slut they’ve ever had the pleasure of using. I will let go of my pride & dignity & limits. Maybe I was a tomboy girl-licker in the past but now I’m a sex object & all i gotta worry about is being sexy & getting sexier. It’s how I’m trained. And gosh, it’s really all about the Men, right ? I never sass. When a Real Man slaps my ass in a club, i laugh then bend over so He can feel my ass properly ! When a Real Man interrupts me in the middle of a sentence, i shut up & smile as He talks. When some Man sits across from me on the train, i spread my legs open so he can see up my skirt & decide if he wants to use me… & I can tell He’s a Real Man if He gets real hard about it, maybe takes it a step further by grinding into me when He gets up… umm. Omg. I just accept it. Accept my low place in society ! In the street, women throw me dirty looks & treat me with disgust. Men stare at me, harass me, grope my hyper femme body, talk down to me, say nasty horndog shit, & treat me like a clueless child. The gays sneer, the dykes leer. And you know what? i love it ! I don’t need respect; i want the attention. Nobody respects a bimbofied girly slut cunt like me, it’s true. They all can see that I became a sex object : a hot fun stupid stacked sex object. And that’s how I will be treated, all ways, as if I have always been, for the rest of my life. And it’s so much more easy to just smile & nod & go along with shit. Like there’s no point in me offering up an opinion or sticking up for myself when everybody can see my number 1 priority is to sit on Cock often— as much as I can, even in my asshole. Uh huh— & I love the pain— hurts so good. Love the pain ! Girls like me are always in pain. My silly high heels hurt my feet while i trot along, my corset makes me struggle to breathe, my face is a mix of numb & sore from plastic surgeries & Botox needles, my ass hurts from all the groping, my pussy throbs raw from being constantly pounded, my fake tits hurt my back, my nipples ache & leak from the hormones, my throat is sore from daily face-fuckings, my arms hurt from where guys have held me down or tied me up while using me, my chastity rubs or my thighs do and it’s made a line of blisters by my sex that sting to walk, my body itches from the jizz on it, my hands are cramped from doing tugjobs, my eyes sting from Men repeatedly blasting my face... & I love it ! I love it all— because i know that all these things hurting me bring pleasure to people who use me. It proves my dedication to being a fuckslut bimbo whore.

But I will never ever feel too happy with the way I look— I can always do better ! An adult star bimbo slut whore like yours truly can always look more sexual, cheap, feminine, & ridiculous. Im always soo totally aware of all the areas I need to work on— & i swear i promise forever to keep working towards being a better sexdoll... to never be done or feel totally satisfied with my look. It’s part of why I need Men’s attention in my life, all my life— all those looks & voices & texts & catcalls & flirts & hollers from big rough tough mean strong well-hung handsome rich stud hunks saying that I look fuckable. It’s the only way a girl like me sucks seed— succeeds in her blowjob. And it’s hard. Figuring out what Men want is so hard. What they want is like always changing. And even when I get close it changes. Like I used to look too beautiful, so I dyed my hair a cheap blonde & cut most of it off, & recently injected my lips with 5 rounds of plastic fillers to get ugly dicksucking lips. So now I look more like a generic sex object— & it’s awesome. I didn't want to look too stunning or unique or respectable because then guys might not realize I’ve accepted my place as a horny cumdump. Looking sexual & looking beautiful are very different things— a pro bimbo always looks sexual. Of course I feel sad making myself less beautiful— but how I feel is unimportant. How Men feel when they see me and use my body is all that really matters.

#am wayside #adapted (mostly) from

https://sashadesade.tumblr.com/post/169798669261/sashas-top-7-sissy-tips

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introvertedelf · 3 years

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Imagine Hangie doing this estrogen experiment on you (willingly) and it makes you extremely horny and Levi notices…

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, masturbation.

YOUR POV

“Alright Y/N. Just take this little pill I made. The dose is way less than it would be as given to the Titans, but I’ve calculated the right amount to give you based on your height and weight.” Hange explained, giving you the little pill. You eyed her and nodded before downing it with some water.

“Perfect!! Now just let me know how you feel by tomorrow morning and your side effects. Thank you for doing this!” They said.

“Uh sure, no problem! Glad to help you out on your crazy experiments Hange.” You said truthfully, they patted your back. You decided to go do some cleaning, since that’s what captain Levi assigned you. He said that you weren’t strong enough to go into battle, so until then your job was cleaning random places such as his office. You headed there and began cleaning with a dust feather first.

*Time skip 2 hours*

It seemed that Levi made his office extra filthy on purpose, for your unfortunate benefit. You had been cleaning for the past two hours. That wasn’t the only thing, you noticed a very apparent throbbing in your cunt…your tits were also extremely sensitive as you found out when you accidentally ran into the door frame. Another twenty minutes went by and your panties felt as though you’d wet yourself. You were miserable, so miserable that you defied all logic at what you started to do next. Levi wouldn’t be back soon, or so you thought. You reached underneath your pants as you sat in his desk chair, fingers sliding into your panties. You’d never felt so wet before…your fingers slipped all around our entrance before you eagerly jammed two fingers into yourself, curling them into your g-spot. You moaned so loudly that you quickly threw your hand on your mouth, biting down to suffocate your moans. You hoped no one heard…you were really getting into it, nearly about to cum when the door flew open.

Levi’s POV

I heard a weird noise, almost like a Yelp come from my office. Y/N should have been cleaning by now, I hope she didn’t fall and hurt herself. She’s attractive, that’s an understatement. A round ass, perky tits, fuck Levi get it together. She’s your cadet. I walked into my office, before I heard something, well, that didn’t quite sound like cleaning. I heard a squelching sound, pressing my ear up to the door. Was she—no. Oh my god she is. I opened the door quickly, finding Y/N sitting in my desk chair, legs spread wide as she fingered herself desperately. My pants suddenly felt awfully tight…

YOUR POV

Your hand flew to your mouth and your legs shut so fast. There stood the captain, looking at you with wide eyes. You wiped your literally dripping fingers off on your pants, making a noticeable wet mark. You stood quickly, looking down in shame.

“S-sir—“

“Shut your mouth. Cadet. Tsk tsk tsk. I know exactly what you were just doing, little slut. Come here.” He motioned with his fingers, making you hesitantly walk over to him. He grabbed your chin harshly.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded. You did so and felt him spit in your mouth. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head at the intimate, animalistic action. He made you shut your jaw.

“Swallow.” And you did. His breath got heavy before he slammed his lips to yours. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and quickly dominate yours, groping your ass and tits roughly. He pulled away and there was a string of saliva still connecting your lips.

“Go sit on the desk facing the chair.” He said, slapping your ass harshly when you turned around. You did as he commanded, eagerly waiting for his next move.

“Spread your legs for daddy.” Had you just heard him right? Fuck. You just about came then and there…he ripped your shoes, pants, and underwear off quickly, eyes locking to your dripping, swollen core.

“Look at you. Your pretty little pussy is dripping wet. Why are you so horny? Hmm? You want daddy inside you?” He dirty talked, slipping his middle finger into your pussy.

“Fuck. I can feel you tightening around me. Such a tight little cunt…” He breathed heavily, grabbing you neck with his hand.

“You like when daddy chokes you? Hmmm baby girl? I bet you’re really gonna like what your captain does next.” He said, taking out his HUGE cock. *Fuck*, you thought. *his length and girth certainly make up for his height.* He lined his cock up at your entrance, pushing inside of you with one long thrust. You moaned out and he slapped his hand to your mouth, shushing you. He began pounding you harder than your fingers ever could, throwing his head back and moaning softly.

“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He said on beat with each thrust.

“Damnit, I’m already close…your tight cunt is milking me so good baby girl. Do you wanna cum for daddy? Hmm? Want me to rub that swollen little clit for you?” He brought his fingers to your clit, moving them in fast circles.

“P-please sir. Harder!” You cried out, ready to become undone.

“Am I not fucking you hard enough you greedy little cadet? Okay then.” He said before pounding into you at an animalistic force. Your eyes rolled back into your head before you came. Pussy clamping down onto him, making Levi have to cover his own mouth. He just came inside of you…you observed. Feeling his hot seed coat your walls.

“Fuck, I just came inside of you baby…” He observed. He pulled out, pulling his pants back up. You didn’t have the energy, and laid on his desk, still coming down from your high. He lifted you up gently.

“Why were you so horny cadet?” He asked curiously.

“Hange gave me these experimental estrogen pills…” You said. His mouth fell open before he chuckled.

“Damn. Y/N I, I like you. A lot…do you wanna maybe be my um…”

“Girlfriend, captain?” You smirked. He nodded, gulping. You pulled him in for a kiss, smiling into it. He kissed back before pulling away.

“But really, what are we gonna do about the fact that I just came inside you and your estrogen was through the rough? You’re probably going to be pregnant now…fuck.” You laughed, looking at him.

“Silly goose. Haven’t you heard of plan B? Don’t worry, I won’t be pregnant. But, please cum inside me again…”

#Levi Ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader #Levi Ackerman x reader lemon #levi ackerman

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80s4life · 3 years

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The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Word Count: 4,438

Status: Not Requested

Fandom: Back To The Future 1985

Relationship: Biff Tannen x Female Reader

Summary: As time is altered for a total of 2 weeks (I extended it slightly), you and Marty struggle to get his parents under control, having problem after the next. But, when an unexpected solution occurs, you find yourself willingly okay with it, soon finding the exact reason as to why.

Warnings: language, fluff, Biff being a dick, slight angst, cute Biff

Masterlist Back To The Future Masterlist

Prompts: (from this list @youneedsomeprompts)

Y/C/S= Your Choice of Sport/ Your Chosen Sport (you don’t have to honestly play one, just choose one you like or one that comes to mind)

{gif and prompts are not mine, gif credits go to @backtothefuturemovies and credits were given above for prompts!}

No one ever said time travel was fun. No one ever said the job was easy. And no one sure as hell told you the consequences that come with it. Well, at least not before you, and your best friend, Marty McFly, had gone dead-on through a barn, sacred a neighboring family of ‘alien invasion,’ run into younger McFly parents, and altered time just enough to fuck you over for a few days.

I mean, who would’ve guessed right? Your mom just so happens to be romantically interested in you, their child. Well, that was at least in Marty’s case. For you, you had just managed to run into the biggest dickhead of the century, Biff Tannen. Or so you thought?

Making your way out of bed, you automatically go to where Marty was sleeping in the garage, waking him along with Doc up. The go-to plan for the day was to go undercover as usual students in the 50′s, secretly following Marty’s parents around, finding out where they lie in this part of time, and try to find ways into manipulating them together once more in time for Marty and you to get back home. Easy enough, right?

Groaning, Marty goes to slap your hands away weakly, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Just a few more minutes.’ You giggle slapping his hands back in an attempt to wake him up cheerily. Mornings weren’t really your forte either, so any upbeat wake-up is better than a pissy, tired, horrible morning.

Doc, on the other hand, was happy to return the affection, getting out of bed to give a quick hug and kiss to the forehead. Then he makes his way over to the bed, going to tickle Marty’s feet as you go to tickle his sides. Finally, in a fit of laughter, Marty gets up and goes straight for the bathroom. You were going to argue him, having to use the bathroom first, but decide to just leave it be, heading for the makeshift kitchen instead.

You smile fondly as Doc and Marty play around a while later, wrestling about, cracking jokes. It was only just a few hours ago that you and Marty had witnessed the untimely death of the currently very lively man in the house. Witnessing the blood loss, the machine gun in action, and the bullets that whizzed pass with only one malicious intent: to kill. But he’s here now; he’s safe and sound, having many years until that date will arrive.

With the freshly cooked smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes, the boys straighten up, Doc clearing his throat in an attempt to organize himself, and Marty leaving his shirt ruffled as he follows the smell of deliciousness. You giggle as both men of different ages act exactly the same, piling their plates high and digging in, giving thanks through mouthfuls.

///LATER///

After breakfast had finished, you and Marty made your way to the school, not wanting to be late, and, quite frankly, not wanting to miss a second in the disaster we’re in, wanting to fix it as soon as possible. Upon entering, the building erupts in laughter, tears, screaming, perfume, cologne, aftershave, and lots and lots of both testosterone and estrogen. Fucking high school, you smile.

Going to “your locker” right besides “Marty’s,” you both place the books and supplies that are unneeded inside it and take only the things you need for the first two classes, somehow having those together. As Marty catches glimpse of his father, George McFly, he winks at you, moving to catch up to him. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn back towards your locker, just barely missing a group of young men some ways down the hallway, locking eyes with a particularly taller man, towering almost everyone in the halls.

You pay no mind, however, being blindsided by three girls your age. Instantly, you recognize the one right in front as Lorraine, Marty’s mother. Smiling nervously, your cheeks tint only a little, being unprepared to see her so quickly, not yet having a plan made up on how you could help tackle the situation with Marty.

“Hiya! I’ve never seen you before, are you new here? I’m Lorraine Baines, and you are?” she asks cheerfully, her books clasped tightly to her chest.

Taking an obnoxiously long time staring dumbfounded, you finally realize you haven’t spoken, quickly recovering with newfound purpose and confidence, “Ah, yes! I am new here! Sorry, I’m just trying to get used to this place a tiny bit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well that’s quite alright, you can come with us!” she says once more in a cheery tone, taking you by the arm and lacing her arm around yours, locked elbows. You smiled, knowing exactly where Marty’s cheerful and people-person nature had come from. Walking down the halls, she had asked for my schedule, checking classes to see what we had together, “English, History, and Agriculture- Hey! You should try out for cheer leading!”

Shaking your head lightly, “Nah, I’m more of a Y/C/S myself to be frank.”

“But...We don’t have that sport here? There are no girls sports at all actually...” Lorraine says confused. You go to cover it up, choosing to say it was a sport you play for fun at home, in the backyard. However, a beefy arm separates you momentarily from her, as the owner of the harm moves to pin her to the lockers.

You were going to walk away, figuring it was some sort of make-out session in the works, but upon looking at her before going, you notice that the man was absurdly unwanted.

“Get your meathooks off me Biff!” she screams at the man, his huge form towering her much smaller one. Not taking the message, the pair continue to squabble, neither of them being successful in winning. The warning bell sounds over the halls and classrooms, alarming kids to get their asses moving, but it seems whoever this dick is, he feels he is greater than the school, and god forbid, knowledge.

“Hey, you do realize your not making a damn bit a difference, right? She’s not interested! And, quite frankly, it seems as if no one does! Now, if you don’t mind, could you please be kind enough to unhand her as some of us treasure a piece of mind and how to take a hint?” you finish, quite ticked off as the last bell warns, cursing under your breath as you already know your in for detention on the first day.

It finally seems that he’d caught a grip, thankfully, letting go of Lorraine’s arm and she quickly scurries out of his proximity, taking your hand to lead you to the class you both needed to be in. As you go to walk in, you are stopped by the teacher, scolding both you and Lorraine. Looking at her regrettably, she smiles defeated. So you decide to do what’s right, take the fall.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know where to go as I was trying to find where all of my classes were before I ended up lost every time classes switch. I caught up to Lorraine here at some point, and as she was hurrying to this class, she was kind enough to show me where I needed to be,” you finish, sighing guiltily.

“Well, as you’ve taken acknowledgment to your mistake, then you’d be just as happy with detention. After school, on Friday, as the first week is extremely busy. As for you, Miss Baines, thank you for your help. You are off the hook for now,” the older gentleman finishes, nodding to each of you personally before turning around and beginning just one of the classes you’d have today. This is going to be fun!

///LATER///

Finally, after grueling hours of just a few of your classes, lunchtime had came round, giving you a slight break. Catching sight of Lorraine, you smile and wave, going in the direction of Marty, or Calvin Klein, as you’d heard Lorraine go on and on about. You’d known it was him the second she’d said it, the brand not yet known to man yet; or at least in this timeline, it wasn’t.

As time had went on, it was only natural for the peace to be broken, as a newly familiar face was starting to appear more and more, Biff Tannen, as you’d known his name by now. But, instead of heading towards Lorraine, he makes his way over to the table you were residing with George and Marty, sitting himself right beside you.

At first, you were trying to ignore him, knowing his presence was there, but keeping your eyes trained on either Marty or George, eyes dancing between the two. Biff, being the everlasting child he was, tried to catch you attention, trying stupid ass things after the other: kicking your shins, pulling your ears of hair, flicking your head, and even trying to tug on the 50′s style dress you’d been forced to wear to play your part.

Only when he goes to tug your hair once more is when you finally snap, turning a furious glare to the hulking figure beside you, shoving his shoulder in a feeble attempt to create distance. He giggles at this, his body not moving an inch at all. “You can’t be serious right now! You don’t know when to quit it, do you?!” you scream, fed up with his shit.

“Well, if you’d give me the human decency of turning your head when I’m trying to talk to you, then I wouldn’t have to pester you, now would I?” he asks in a teasing tone, no doubt taunting you, but all you do is stare him down, getting lost in a staring contest, daring him to say something again. “Alls I wanted to say was that we have detention together. Just thought I’d let you know since you got me in all that trouble this morning.”

“Why you-!” And with that, he gets up with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, prancing out of view and back to the table he and his gang usually sit. Watching the whole interaction, George smirks at Marty, the pair giving an unspoken mutual agreement to whatever they had both caught on to, bursting into fits of laughter moments later.

“You have a longer tolerance than I do, I-I-I’ll tell you that much,” George says, his usual slight stutter back in place, Marty laughing once more. As George joins in again, you couldn’t fight it either, giving into the childish antics.

///LATER///

To say your week had gotten any better than the first day was a lie. It hadn’t gotten any better, and your meetings with Biff at lunch had only gotten all the more common and all the more infuriating. He’d made it his duty to agitate you in any ways possible, even resulting in whispering something nagging in your ear when you weren’t paying attention, usually doing something in your locker.

Either way, he was on the countdown to Friday, it being constantly on his mind, mentally counting down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until the two of you were locked in a room alone.

Unfortunately, that day had seemed to come way faster than you’d like, Friday rolling around quite quickly. School had finished, and you were making your way to the front office, awaiting a tiring 2 hours with only yourself and Biff as company for the time being. You hadn’t known where the room was, and instead of spending time looking for it, you gave up and looked for the office instead, the nice front desk lady leading you where you needed to go.

Upon entering the room, there was Biff in his prime, casually spread across his chair, legs crossed atop his desk nearest the windows. Sighing, you ignore him, deciding to sit on the opposite side of him, the front desk lady giving you a sympathetic smile before she closes the door behind her. You look at the wall, head turned away from him like the plague.

You knew it’d only last so long until he’d speak, the time coming way faster than you pleased. Given it was Friday, you couldn’t even do homework or even study in order to block him out as he started to blabber, running his mouth over stupid shit once more. Inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth slowly, you straighten in your seat, hands clutching the desk so tight, your fists turned white.

“Biff, Sweetheart, Baby, Doll Face, Hun. Please. PLEASE. Shut up for five god damn seconds. I know you truly have nothing to say, so why do you insist on speaking so much?” you finally say, hands prying off the desk to turn in his direction exasperated.

“Well, if you’d just talk to me, Shortcake, I wouldn’t have much to say at random,” he answers, copying your actions and posture. With this change in childish demeanor, you give in, laughing at him in an unexpected rush, running your hands through your hair tiredly.

Although you hadn’t seen it, he’d smiled in satisfaction upon seeing you laugh, the glitter in your eyes much more captivating than it ever was when he looked at Lorraine. He hadn’t barely pestered her since you’d barreled into his life. It was weird, but he welcomed it with open arms. And for the first time, he learned what it was like to have an actual, clammy-handed, closed throat, warm, cheek-tinted, teenage crush. A crush that left his heartbeat loud and fast, breathing ragged and uneven, and his behavior out of character and out of his control. Lorraine was way under whatever level he’d placed you on, holding you up on a pedestal like you were the sun or sky.

Of course, you hadn’t taken notice to his antics, just thinking he was annoying. Just Biff being his notorious self. But, as you finally calm your breathing down, the giggles fading, you decide to give him a chance, knowing that sitting in silence is just going bore you. Smiling warmly, you say, “So what do you want to talk about then?”

///LATER///

Grabbing your bag, you get out of your seat, giggling at a story Biff had told you. He follows your lead as well, getting his own as he lets out a bark of laughter at a certain part. You guys looked like idiots as you shoved each other down the halls, making your way out of the school as your detention had came to a close. Sighing as the warm sun radiated on your skin with the light, spring breeze, you stretch out any kinks the classroom chairs and desks had left. Biff watched you intently, your small body easily swallowed by his shadow beside you.

The sun was setting and it was getting late, although you weren’t concerned. The boys knew you wouldn’t be home ‘til late due to the detention you had initially despised. Now, you and Biff were side by side, walking peacefully to his car in the school’s parking lot. For once, he was quiet, great company to have. It was something else for sure, but you enjoyed it. As you came up towards Doc’s place, you’d realized that Biff had drove you home like a gentleman, too lost in the conversation to notice earlier on.

Sheepishly, you itch the back of your neck, realizing your mistake and feeling guilty for making him walk all this way to now have to walk all the way home. “Ah- Sorry...I didn’t realize I’d dragged you all the way out here. Now you have to drive all the way back.”

“It’s no problem, really. I liked it. It’s nice to talk to someone other than the guys every now and then. And to have A female speak to me instead of screaming,” he answers, now being the one who is a bit shy.

“You do know that you bring that on yourself right?” you say teasingly, now leaning your head on your hands, propped up on the passenger side door. “Not every girl would want to kick you in the groin if you showed a little more respect, “ you finish off with a smile.

“Yeah...Yeah I know. I’ll try harder, I swear.”

“That’s all I ask,” you say with a wink, drumming your hands on the door as you take a step back, waving as you start walking down Doc’s driveway.

“Hey!” Biff calls from the car, stopping you in your tracks to turn around, facing him with a smile. “Uhm- Well- The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance is coming up next week...Would you mind being my date?” he asks, stuttering as he feels his cheeks heat up, nervous as hell.

“I’d love to!” you answer, turning back around to walk into the house. Biff does a little fist bump as he puts the car back in gear, excited for what is to come.

///

Marty was a little less than amused with this newfound knowledge once entering the door and going over the events of the day. It was only when Doc had suggested that the date with Biff would keep him away from Lorraine, giving George the freeway to attract her long enough for their True Love’s Kiss. Then, and only then, did Marty give the okay, shaking his head, but liking the fact that it’ll give George some time, being the nerd that you know and love.

///Enchantment Under the Sea Dance///

Checking yourself over in the mirror for the final time, you let out a nervous yet satisfied sigh, feeling like an absolute princess. You never minded dresses too much, although you couldn’t deny the fact that normal pair of shorts, jeans, or even leggings were your first choice. All that mattered was that you liked the dress you were wearing, it fit you; it was your favorite color, length, and strap(less) type to hold everything in.

Walking out, you grab the pair of heels to match, knowing that you couldn’t get away with sneakers in this generation, painfully grimacing at the reminder. Finally standing, you recount when you had gotten the dress just a few days ago, having gone with Lorraine and the her two friends, Babs and Betty. They were very endearing and supportive the whole time, you not having to worry about being “to picky” as they were just the same. You ended up loving the dress given that you’d taken the time without pressure.

As you walked into the main room of the garage, you heard a low whistle of Marty, Doc slapping him on the back of the head for it. Giggling, you curtsy and spin in the dress. Doc, the gentleman he always was, compliments you, “You look amazing, my dear. Let’s hope this boy deserves it, hmm?”

As an answer, you hug him tightly, knowing that, by the end of the night, he will be nothing but a dead man at home, in a lonely, dark parking lot. Your eyes tear up just at the mere thought of it, clutching him tighter. Marty seems to be on the same wavelength, going to interrupt the moment with great urgency, trying to pass him a piece of paper.

“Marty, if this has anything that involves my future, do not. And I repeat, DO NOT try to hand it to me. Whatever happens, happens young man. That’s how the world works,” he says in a warning tone. You wanted to disagree, but you knew the truth that was laced beneath it, as if it was a punishment. You whimper instead, pulling him in tighter; Marty looking down in defeat, soon switching to anger. In the midst of it, he storms out of the garage, getting in the car to go pick up who you’d hope was Lorraine for the dance.

“Just let him go...” you start, sadness evident, “He’s just not very happy with the outcome of what the future has in store for you. Quite frankly, neither am I.”

“I’m sure whatever the outcome is, that I wanted to go with it, dear. I assure you, I’m fine,” Doc answers in a consoling tone, wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. You knew it was just a mask, no one wants death, but you knew he needed to go no matter how much you hated it. So you nod, not having to say much more as a honk sounds from outside.

“That’s Biff...”

“Have a great time! Make sure the McFlys kiss!” Doc screams, following out of the garage, scolding Biff from behind you.

“Yes sir!” you scream back, saluting him as you take a seat in the passenger.

///

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Biff says after a while, finally working up the courage to speak.

“Thank you Biff. And you look handsome yourself,” you giggle, the car pulling into the lot.

He shuts the engine, grabbing his keys from the ignition and closing the door, making his way around to you as you let yourself out to straighten yourself out. He takes your hand as he leads you to the entrance of the dance, you sighing in relief as you catch a glimpse of Marty pulling up in a car with Lorraine. Finally, you relax, grasping on Biff a little lighter and with more meaning now as you have the night to yourselves. He smiles down at you as you wrap your arm within his, something Lorraine does with you quite often.

With the party in full blast, you let loose with the music, dancing and joking around with Biff. At some point, however, he says he needs a drink and will be right back. Although, he doesn’t seem to actually come back. You’d thought you’d seen him spiking the punch just as few moments ago.

Just as you were going to in the direction of the hallways to the rest of the school, you notice Match, one of Biff’s friends, storming out of the gym through an exit. Taking your bets, you follow behind him, soon being greeted by a huge commotion of screams, all of them from familiar people. Biff was in a car with Lorraine, her dress pulled and taken off in parts. He was no doubt about to do something stupid, the fact pissing you off, saddening you in some ways as well.

The others that were screaming were also George and Marty, the pair trying to get Biff to stop before he regrets it. He doesn’t listen, unfortunately, until your voice booms over the rest, “Biff!”

His head snaps instantly in your direction, the situation dawning on him the instant he looks at your face. You hadn’t meant to portray your emotions so clearly, but your face had shown such distraught and hurt. He lied. He had gotten over Lorraine, yet the moment she was alone, he runs right back to her.

With his momentary change of focus, George finally steps in, “You get your filthy hands off of her!” finishing with a blow to the jaw that knocks Biff off balance.

Marty looks to you sadly, but tries to smile in cheers as George and Lorraine leave together, motioning that he was going to follow them just in case. You nod, looking down now as your play with your fingers. You didn’t know what to do now as the only reason you were really here was for Biff. You weren’t needed for Lorraine and George, you knew Marty had it.

You decide to make your way home then, as there was nothing else you could do. Dances were just drags anyway, nothing worth while. “Your just going to leave? Just like that?” asks a deep voice, his body having gotten back off the pavement and stood by the car he was pinned against.

Without turning, you answer his question with another, “Why not? There’s nothing left here for me is there?”

“And why wouldn’t there be?” Biff asks once more, no doubt ticking you off at his usual teasing tone.

“Well, let’s see. You. You asked me to the dance as your plus one. I came here as your date. We have a good time, we dance, we talk, and then you come up with an ‘Oh I need a drink’ charade, not returning. Then, I come to find my date in the parking lot, about to get his licks in on a woman he was apparently over with! So tell me, what is left here for men here, Biff?” you finish, tears pooling your eyes over the time, although you don’t let the fall, keeping them there.

He looks guilty, you can see it, but you don’t care. Your not in the wrong this time. But, as your blood starts to cool down, you do notice the look in his eyes, the change in his demeanor, and the utter remorse that has overcome him. He has his head down, fists clenched at his sides, body stock still. He doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is that he’d fucked up.

“Or was this your fabulous way of telling me that you love me?” you finally ask, eyes moving to look up at him in a teasing manner.

He hadn’t expected you to speak, head snapping up to meet your gaze in confusion. Being as you’d looked at him with a glint in your eyes, he finally lets everything click together; you’d forgiven him. His face heats up in bashfulness however, as your words resonated within him as well, hand going to itch the back of his neck again.

You giggle, walking up to him now, hands going to his collar. Pulling him down, he gazes at you in amazement, his own hands falling to rest on your waist. Then, you crash your lips to his, pulling him ever closer. It takes him a moment to get the hang of it, soon pulling you closer to himself as well. Lifting you slightly, he sets you on the hood of his car, the height difference a definite stretch for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were perfect. Just the same as he was perfect for you.

#biff tannen x reader #bttf #back to the future #biff tannen imagine #bttf imagine #back to the future imagine #thomas f. wilson #crispin glover #george mcfly #christopher lloyd #dr. emmett brown #doc brown #doc #michael j. fox #marty mcfly #lea thompson #lorraine baines

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thejolexgroupchat · 3 years

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the one where they met in med school - part thirteen

roomates and sex noises

Hi!!! this part was SO MUCH FUN to write. I think we laughed one too many times while planning this part out. -- @iamtrebleclefstories @doc-pickles and Nat

If you haven’t read parts 1-12, you can find them on our Master List!

Happy reading :)

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(March 2008)

It was kind of embarrassing to be honest. When they showed up at Meredith’s doorstep with a couple bags and boxes full of their belongings as the rest got hauled off to storage, they couldn’t help but feel the heat rising in their cheeks. Because leave it to them to leave the water running in the bathroom while they were too busy have sex in the living room. The tub overflowed and flooded causing water damage all over the small apartment.

After some laughter and teasing, Meredith opened the door and allowed them inside, pointing up to Alex’s old room, “Rent is due on the fifteenth.”

“Do you think we’ll get our security deposit back?” Alex asked as they unpacked their things.

Jo raised her eyebrows, “You’re kidding right? We’re never getting that money back again. Be glad we were able to save our couch.”

A few hours later, the two were lounging on the couch when Izzie walked in, “Oh, hey guys. What are you two doing here?”

“Moving in,” Alex replied simply and grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl in Jo’s lap. “Our apartment flooded.”

“Wait, you didn’t move back into your old room did you?” Izzie narrowed her eyes as she watched Lexie come down from the attic.

“They sure did,” Lexie crossed her arms. “I got kicked out and banished to the attic.”

“You didn’t get banished,” Jo rolled her eyes. “It just made more sense because we have more stuff.”

“What? No, no, no,” Izzie shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Izzie. It’s my house. I decide who gets to live here,” Meredith looked at Izzie in surprise. “You’ve lived across the hall and shared a bathroom with Alex before. What’s the issue?”

“Last time he lived here, he was practically celibate and quiet. Now Jo’s here and you know what means,” Izzie scowled in disgust. “The last thing I want is to be living across the hall from sex-crazed monkeys while I am very much single and not getting any.”

Her response garnered a few laughs from the group. Lexie shrugged her shoulders, “You get used to it after a while. Invest in wax ear plugs.”

***

Living in the frat house wasn’t so bad. Sure, privacy was few and far between, but there were definitely some benefits to living under the same roof as so many people. Alex would disagree and say that it was too much estrogen for one guy alone, and got excited anytime Shepherd was around to talk to.

In just a couple weeks, Jo had gone from being friendly with Meredith and Izzie, to actually considering them friends. The girls would often be found sharing the bathroom and getting ready together in the mornings before having to make it in for their shifts at the hospital.

“Jo! Are you coming with us today? Because we’ve got to go now!” Meredith yelled down from the kitchen as Jo made her way down the stairs.

“Yes! Alex was on-call last night so he’s got the car,” Jo reached over for one of the apples in the fruit bowl and dropped it into her purse. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

Jo piled into the car with Meredith, Lexie, and Derek looking around in confusion, “Where’s Izzie?”

“She’s got the day off,” Lexie explained.

“Lucky her,” Jo clicked her seatbelt in place as they pulled out of the driveway. “I wish I were still sleeping.”

“At least you get sleep,” Derek looked into the rearview mirror. “Meredith snores. Loudly.”

“I told you about the wax ear plugs,” Lexie pointed out. “How do you think Izzie gets sleep every night living across the hall from Jo and Alex?”

“We’re not even that bad,” Jo rolled her eyes. “Besides, he’s been pulling lots of night shifts the past two weeks, so we haven’t really had a chance to be loud.”

Meredith chuckled, “It’s okay, Jo. You don’t have to explain yourself. Lexie isn’t allowed to talk since she’s sleeping with Sloan.”

“I still don’t like it,” Derek shook his head. “Mark should know better.”

“I appreciate your concern Derek, but I’m a big girl,” Lexie narrowed her eyes before breaking out into a smile. “It is nice to have a big brother, though.”

The rest of the ride was done in a comfortable silence. When they got to the hospital, Jo and Lexie made their way over to the locker room to get ready for the day.

“Who’s service are you on today?” Lexie asked.

“Your boyfriend’s,” Jo gave Lexie a sideways look as she stripped out her street clothes. “Which means I get to spend the day getting him lattes and not doing surgery.”

“I can talk to him if you want,” Lexie offered. “Sure, he can be an arrogant asshole at times but he’s really sweet if he wants to be. Kind of reminds me of how Alex was with you.”

“So, it’s serious then? Between you two?”

“Maybe? I don’t know,” Lexie shrugged slightly. “I introduced him to my dad, so…”

“Wow,” Jo raised her eyebrows and pulled her scrub pants on. "I didn't even meet your dad until a few months ago."

"We just got here a few months ago," Lexie pointed out. "Anyway, the point is, I could ask him to actually teach for once. He's actually pretty good at it."

"I don't know if it's the age difference, but that definitely sounded dirty," Jo made a face.

"What sounded dirty?" the girls were interrupted by Alex who came behind them and placed his hands on Jo's bare waist. "You know, I don't know how I feel about you undressing in front of everyone. You're too hot."

"Okay, now I'm leaving," Lexie rolled her eyes. "You guys are too much. I'll see you at home later."

The couple giggled lightly as they watched Lexie shut her locker and leave. Jo put her scrub top on, "How was last night? Anything interesting come in?"

"There was a trauma that came in at around 2am. A sixteen year old and a couple of his friends got into a car accident trying to sneak out of the house. They got pretty banged up, but everyone made it out okay."

"That's good," Jo looked up at Alex. "Are you sticking around

or going home?"

"I'll be here until lunch and then I'm going home to sleep,” he replied. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

"Yeah," Jo nodded and said goodbye to Alex, making her way to find Sloan.

***

Later that evening, the doctors arrived home absolutely exhausted, everyone going to their respective rooms to sleep. Somewhere around 2am, Jo found herself being poked awake. She turned and saw Meredith looking up at her.

"Meredith, what the hell?" Jo whispered so as not to wake up Alex.

"Hi. I need your help with something," Meredith explained in hushed tones. "I had an idea after reading my mother's journals and I need your help."

"Why me?" Jo grumbled.

"Because you're the smartest person I know," Meredith stated plainly. "Don't tell Cristina or Lexie I said that."

"Fine," Jo huffed and slipped out of the bed, following Meredith downstairs.

After about an hour of sifting through the journals and coming up with a plan to pursue in the future, Meredith and Jo both heard their pagers go off. They made their way back up the stairs to change when they heard a loud moan.

“Ah!”

Meredith and Jo exchanged a look, “Is that Izzie?”

“Did you guys get paged too?” Lexie walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks, “What the hell?”

“Wait, we’ve been up for over an hour. If no one walked into the house, who’s in there with her?” Jo furrowed her brow in concern.

“Derek!” Meredith shouted, eyes wide, hoping not to find her boyfriend in the room with her friend.

“What? What’s the matter?” Derek rushed out of their bedroom into the hallway.

“Nothing, nothing—is wrong,” Meredith shook her head. “I just—“

“What are you doing up? It’s three in the morning,” Derek froze when he heard the groans, face scrunching in confusion. “Who’s making a porno movie in Izzie’s room?”

Jo’s eyes flitted over to the door of her room. She walked over and opened it, peering inside, “Alex?”

Jo’s heart dropped when she saw the empty bed. She turned back to her friends and gulped, “He’s not in there.”

Three sets of eyebrows raised and Jo felt a couple tears prickling at her eyes. She felt her breaths grow more rapid and shallow as she started to panic.

“Oh my God,” Lexie gasped in shock. “No… he wouldn’t. Right?”

“He’s in there with her,” Jo placed a hand on her chest in hopes of slowing the rapid beating of her heart.

“Jo. Look at me,” Meredith grabbed her shoulders. “I need you to breathe.”

“I can’t,” Jo shook her head as she begged the tears not to fall. “I can’t. He’s in there with her. I can’t believe Alex would—.”

“Can’t believe Alex would do what?” Alex asked as he trudged up the steps, fully clothed. “What did I do?”

“Wait, what were you doing downstairs?” Meredith asked.

“I got paged and went to use the bathroom, but someone was already in this one. So I went to use the one downstairs and saw you and Jo flipping through your mom’s old diaries, but I didn’t want to bother you. Why do you guys look so relieved to see me?” Alex tilted his head to one side.

“That’s why,” Lexie made a motion to Izzie’s bedroom as another loud gasp of pleasure made its way to their ears.

“Oh crap,” Alex’s face donned the same look of shock as the rest of them. Realizing what must’ve been going through everyone’s minds, he turned to Jo who looked positively ready to cry. “Jo. You really think I'd cheat on you literally across the hall from our room? Do I look that stupid?”

“I opened the door to our room and you weren’t there,” Jo averted her eyes. “I didn’t know what to think. No one’s entered the house.”

“Wait, you didn’t see anyone come in?” Alex scratched his head slightly before pressing his ear up to the door. “Guys, she’s the only one making noise.”

“She’s flying solo?” Lexie gasped once again and clasped her hands over her mouth. “Oh my God.”

“I’m gonna go,” Derek made a face and walked back into his and Meredith’s room.

“Damn... that’s hot. How do I get in on that?” Alex joked, ducking when he felt a slap on his head. “Ouch.”

“You pig,” Meredith rolled her eyes. “Okay, everyone get dressed if you’re going to the hospital. We’re leaving in five minutes. And someone go knock on her door and find out if she’s coming with us.”

“Not it!” Lexie ran back up to the attic to get ready.

Sighing, Alex banged on Izzie’s door, “Izzie! Party’s over. Let’s go. We’ve got a trauma coming in.”

“Oh, hey. Hi. I’m not going. I’m not feeling too great, actually,” Izzie panted as she cracked the door open and poked her head out. “I think I have the flu or something.”

“You sounded just fine to me,” Alex muttered, the beginnings of smirk tugging on his lips. “Okay, then. Get some rest I guess.”

“Uh huh. Thanks,” Izzie shut the door quickly.

Alex followed Jo back into the bedroom and watched as she changed into her clothes. She avoided his gaze and silently began to pull on a pair of jeans. He watched her for a minute before speaking, “Dude, did you really think I was cheating on you? With Izzie?”

“I told you, I didn’t know what to think. I saw that you weren’t in bed and then I heard her moans and it just brought back all of my insecurities,” Jo shared softly.

“What do you have to be insecure about?” Alex narrowed his eyes at her.

“You’re kidding right?” Jo scoffed. “She’s a model. An actual model. And we live with her. She’s hot and smart and funny and tall, and she’s everything I’m not.”

“So what?” Alex shrugged. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close. “You are hotter and smarter and funnier. You’re not tall, but that’s okay because you’re already perfect. Do you really think I care if she was a model? She’s not you.”

“So, you still think I’m hot?” Jo asked shyly.

“Dude, I literally told you earlier today that it shouldn’t be allowed for the interns to see you change because you’re way too hot. The guys are drooling and the girls are probably jealous.”

“Oh please,” Jo rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious, babe. You are way too hot to handle,” he leaned in to give her a kiss. “But you know, you are always welcome to model for me. Any time, any place, any state of dress.”

Jo laughed, “Shut up.”

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ghostgothgeek · 3 years

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Blush. Chapter 7

Hello! Finally another update!

Rated M for language and actual sex ed talk.

FFN || AO3

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“Hey guys,” Sam smiled warmly at her two friends as she shut her locker. “How’s it going on your end?”

Danny didn’t look directly at her, but muttered a “hey”.

Tucker snickered next to him. “Oh, I think Danny is having the time of his life!” Danny elbowed him in the ribs, “Ow! Hey, I even used a life or death pun for you!”

“That bad, huh?” Sam laughed. “Can’t say I’m doing any better though. By the way, Danny, I’m going to have to...warn you about a few things. Your secret is still safe, but there’s still going to be gossip about you. Both of your halves.” Sam shut her brain down before she went back to that fantasy. “Sorry, I really tried. The girls at this school are indubitably so fucking stupid, they wouldn’t know what the actual truth is, even if it bit them on the nose. Honestly, how they even made it to twelfth grade is beyond me.”

Tucker noticed Sam getting all worked up and frowned. “Hey, the day’s almost over though!”

“Huh? Wait, what do you mean gossip?” Danny finally looked up at her.

“Ugh, Paulina has some twisted thoughts.” Sam rubbed the sides of her head as she tried to calm down. “She’s been the biggest pain in the ass all day. Just be prepared for any gossip that Phantom flies commando, and know that I tried to stop it.”

Danny’s eyes went wide, “why would they-?”

Tucker busted out laughing, “You HAVE to tell me how that happened!”

“Ugh guys, please not now.” She grabbed each of their shirts and pulled them towards the cafeteria.

“Man, I wish I had my PDA! I hate being out of the loop!” Tucker complained.

Sam unpeeled her banana, trying to ignore any innuendos and return to normalcy, as she listened to Tucker’s bellyaching. She took a large bite as her stomach growled. If Skulker hadn’t shown up on the way to school, she probably would have been able to actually grab some breakfast before this whole ordeal. Sure, she had a salad waiting for her, but that wasn’t going to cut it today.

“Damn, look at Manson deep throating that banana like a pro!” Dash quirked. Danny snapped his head to look over at Sam. Oh god. Woah...wait NO!

Without missing a beat, Sam chucked her half eaten banana at Dash, hitting him directly in the face. She smiled proudly as Tucker chuckled next to her.

“Nice shot, Sam!” Tucker held his hand out for a high five, which Sam returned. Dash made an attempt to take a jab at her, but Kwan stopped him. Kwan had to protect both of his “best friends”, after all.

Danny was silent, unable to comprehend his enjoyment of Dash’s misery at Sam’s behalf. That’s my girl, he had thought. Ugh, why? Why did he keep coming back to this? Sam is just a friend. Dash’s dumbass comment just stirred the pot even more. Now Danny had a new fantasy about his best friend to worry about. He looked over at Sam again and blushed before quickly looking away. With the amount of times he’s blushed today, he didn’t think it was possible anymore. And what is she talking about with all these rumors?

Tucker nudged Danny with his elbow and raised an eyebrow at him as Sam caught up with Valerie and raced for the salad bar. “You okay? I thought you’d always dreamt of Sam hitting Dash in the face.” Tucker laughed to himself. “I know I certainly have.”

“Not the only dream of Sam I have…” Danny muttered to himself.

“What?” Tucker looked at his friend again.

“What?” Danny looked back at him confused, grabbing a tray after Tucker.

“What was that now?” Tucker smirked as he grabbed two burgers. Terrific, Tucker had heard him after all.

“Nothing,” Danny said sternly before grabbing some mac n cheese.

“Uh huh.” Tucker’s smirk grew as he piled more food onto his plate.

“It’s nothing!” Danny insisted as he grabbed the rest of his food and followed Tucker to their table.

“Alright, alright. Calm down dude.” Tucker sat down and immediately took a bite of one of his burgers.

“Sorry,” Danny sighed. “Between dumbass number one and dumbass number two over there,” he pointed towards Elliot and Dash, “I’m not thinking straight.”

Tucker nodded and swallowed as Danny took a sip of his drink. Tucker looked over at Sam, pursed his lips, then paused for a moment before saying, “you know, Sam is actually pretty hot, now that I think about it.”

Danny spit his drink out across the table and started coughing. “What?!”

“Oh relax, I’m not gonna steal your girlfriend or anything,” Tucker rolled his eyes as Danny muttered some “she’s not my girlfriend” line. “I’m just saying. I mean, she’s super cool and fun to hang with, she looked great at the freshman dance, and she already has made mini skirt Friday an everyday kind of deal! Like if she just lost the tights or whatever, holy smokes. And like, dude, she has boobs. BOOBS. We’ve been so close this entire time!”

Danny caught his breath and scoffed at Tucker before realizing he kind of had a point. If Danny had learned anything that day, it was that he definitely had conflicting feelings about Sam. It wouldn’t surprise him if other guys started noticing her more as well. Actually, they had, if you counted dumbass number one and dumbass number two.

Danny forced out a small laugh, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, I kinda…” He trailed off before getting a nod of encouragement from Tucker, silently letting it be known that this conversation was strictly between them and would most likely never be repeated again. “I mean, she’s Sam and she’s so pretty and smart and cool and she hangs out with us, like what the hell? And I ran into her in the hallway earlier after dealing with Johnny 13, and I was bleeding and stuff and her boobs were like, right there in my face while she was trying to help me and with all this dumb sex talk, I had to run to the bathroom before anything happened or became noticeable. I’ve been embarrassed more than enough for one day.”

Tucker let out a loud laugh and slapped Danny on the back. “Damn, dude. I didn’t think you’d ever admit anything.” Danny’s hand immediately went to rub the back of his neck and his face turned crimson for the millionth time that day. “So you ran into Sam, huh?” Tucker wagged his eyebrows suggestively and laughed again when Danny threw a fry at his face. “Don’t worry, dude. I still respect the bro code. I won’t say a word. But like, excusing the fact that she’s like a sister to me for a second, what were they like?”

Danny opened his mouth as he thought of something to say, before jerking forward after Dash slapped him on the back (hard) and took a seat next to him. “You’re talking about Manson, right? She is pretty hot. You’re a lucky man, Fenton.”

Was Dash actually...being nice to him? Because he thought that he and Sam were actually...doing things together. What the fuck was happening today?

“What’s she like? Really?” Dash stole one of Danny’s fries.

“She’s definitely feisty, that’s for sure.” Elliot smirked as he sat across from Danny. This asshole again?!

Danny made tight fists under the table. “Shut the fuck up and leave Sam alone! You guys dated for like a week! That’s nothing!”

“It was enough to cover all of the bases, if you know what I mean. And I’m pretty sure you know what I mean.” Elliot smirked while holding up his phone with the picture on it and leaned back in the chair, nearly falling over as Danny stood quickly from the table, shaking it in the process. He was ready to pounce.

“Shut. The fuck. Up,” Danny growled as he got all up in Elliot’s face. Elliot accepted the challenge.

“No, I don’t think I will. But what I do think will happen is me and Sam again.”

Dash raised an eyebrow at the two boys arguing, “What’s with this? Is Manson like, secretly a sex goddess or something? Maybe I’ll hop on that too.”

Danny’s eyes flashed green for a brief second before almost being knocked over by Tucker, who shoved him out of the way.

“You have a phone?! How did you sneak that in? Can I please have it for five minutes? Please?!” Tucker made a grab for the phone as Elliot held it behind him.

“Depends. What kind of dirt do you have on Danny and Sam?”

“Oh man, where do I start?”

“TUCKER!” Danny glared at his friend, not believing he was actually considering this.

“Oh man, this I gotta hear.” Dash leaned in for a better listen.

“Okay, one timeback in middle school, Danny-” Tucker’s sentence was muffled as Danny slapped his hand over Tucker’s mouth.

“Shut the fuck up!” Danny hissed.

“Oh no, please go on,” Elliot smirked as he waved his phone in the air, “You may just buy yourself 2 minutes.” He tried removing Danny’s hand from Tucker’s mouth.

“Get lost, Elliot.” Danny stood from the table and stared him down again. “Tucker isn’t that desperate.”

“Eh, I think he is,” Dash chimed in. “Foley looks like he’s about to shit a brick.” All three boys looked at Dash, just now remembering he was there.

Across the cafeteria, Sam raised an eyebrow at the crowd around their usual table and looked back at Valerie. “Thanks again for having my back in there. I really owe you one.”

“Nonsense. If anything, take it as repayment for how much you guys have saved my ass from ghosts. And for me trying to kill your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, but thanks.” Sam grabbed a tomato from her salad bowl and popped it in her mouth. “Hey Val, do you want to sit with us?”

Valerie grinned, “Love to, thanks. And he’s not your boyfriend yet. I’ll help get you there.”

Sam laughed. “Okay, sure. We really should hang out more, you know. I need a boost of estrogen every once in a while.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Valerie stopped in place for a moment, staring at the guys at their table. Sam followed where Valerie was looking and ran closer to her friends.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Sam yelled as they approached the group of guys who were trying to tackle each other across the table. Danny and Elliot were staring each other down as Elliot held his phone as far back behind him as he could while Tucker, half on top of the table, reached for it. Dash was actually the most civil at the table. They all paused and fell silent as she spoke up. All four of them were staring at her with a weird expression on their faces. “What?” She questioned cautiously, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious. Valerie snickered to herself, taking a wild guess as to what (or who) the boys had been arguing about.

“Uh, nothing.” Danny forced Tucker back into his chair and sat back down next to him. “They were just leaving.” He glared at Elliot.

When the faux goth and the jock refused to move, Sam slammed her tray down on the table. “Get the fuck out of here before I start kicking people. I have my good boots on today.”

Elliot was the first to make a move to leave. “Told ya, feisty.”

Dash stood as well as he looked Sam up and down. Actually not that bad. Fortunately, Sam missed that, but Danny hadn’t. He was practically seeing red as Dash returned to his own table.

“We’ll talk after lunch!” Tucker whispered to Elliot as he passed by on the way back to the other end of the cafeteria.

“What was that all about?” Sam sat down and stabbed her salad with her fork before taking a bite.

“Elliot and Dash are being shitheads and pushing all of Danny’s buttons today,” Tucker announced as he started his second burger.

“Do I wanna know?”

“No.” Danny picked at his food, shutting down that conversation.

Valerie sat down next to Sam and across from Tucker. Noticing his fidgeting, she smirked, “Must be a tough day for you, huh? No technology of any sort?”

Tucker groaned, “It’s killing me! It may actually kill me!”

“Stop being so dramatic, it’s only been a few hours and we’re almost done,” Sam pointed her fork towards Tucker, “You wouldn’t believe all the shit I’ve had to go through today.”

Danny looked up at her, “What happened? Are you okay? Did anyone say anything to you?” He glanced over towards the A Listers’ table, where everyone was passing around Elliot’s stupid phone and making crude noises and gestures towards Danny when they noticed him staring. He flushed again.

“Chill, I’m fine. I’m just apparently the school’s gossip victim for the day.”

“Yeah, Paulina has been pretty ruthless today,” Valerie pointed out as she started her lunch.

“Fuck!” Sam groaned, which gave a certain part of Danny’s anatomy some life again. “I got salad dressing all over my leggings.” She started unlacing her boots.

“W-what are you doing?” Danny squeaked.

“Taking them off. I don’t want to smell like vinaigrette for the rest of the day,” she started peeling off her leggings and with a brief hand from Valerie, she crumbled them into a ball and tossed them into her backpack before she started lacing up her boots again, careful not to lift her legs too high for anyone to accidentally see anything.

Tucker’s eyes widened slightly, as if his conversation with Danny earlier had somehow summoned this to occur. He looked at Danny and raised an eyebrow as if proving his point.

“Don’t even think about it,” Danny warned lowly.

Valerie hid her smirk behind her hand as Danny gripped the table. Danny and Sam were both smitten with each other and both so, so oblivious to the other person’s feelings.

“Anyway, uh...yeah, you’re probably going to hear some gossip, just please know it’s not my fault.” Sam sighed and took another bite of her salad. “Honestly, how I have gone almost 4 years without seriously injuring Paulina is beyond me.”

“I’ll admit, I’m a little shocked too. But you definitely wanted to deck her after she said you were cheating on Fenton with Phantom,” Valerie chuckled as Sam whipped her head towards her and sent her a menacing glare. Valerie just shrugged, knowing damn well what she was doing. Danny and Sam just needed a little nudge, and she was gonna give it to them.

“Oh my god, WHAT?!” Tucker burst out laughing, some of his soda coming out of his nose in the process. Gross.

Danny’s head snapped up as a light pink blush dusted his cheeks. “Uh, w-what? Paulina thinks...you and I...and you and Phantom?”

Sam groaned as she set her empty tupperware container back into her backpack. “Yes, Princess Shit-For-Brains thinks I’m intimate with both sides of you.”

“At the same time?” Danny asked.

“Oh I don’t need to hear this!” Tucker covered his ears.

Sam kept her head down, hair covering her face, as she blushed a deep dark red. “I tried to stop it, I swear.”

“Suuuureeee you did. I bet you hated that implication,” Tucker smirked.

Sam managed to whack him in the back of the head from across the table, nearly giving Danny another pleasantly unfortunate view once again.

“Hey! When I said I wished girls would hit on me, this is not what I meant!” Tucker rubbed the back of his head and readjusted his beret.

Sam smirked. “Be careful what you wish for. Desiree can pop up at any moment.” Tucker’s eyes widened.

“Desiree?” Valerie whispered.

“Genie ghost. Gotta be super careful around her,” Sam replied. Valerie nodded.

“I...uh, okay...well, thanks? For...trying to stop it?” Danny said uncertainly. He had noticed in the past that when he was Phantom, his emotions definitely were stronger and he had always felt more overprotective of Sam. As Phantom, he almost seemed to have less control over his emotions.

“No problem,” Sam muttered quietly.

“Okay, but can you please explain the “Phantom goes commando” thing?” Tucker leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table.

Danny hiccuped, and to his relief, it was his ghost sense. Oh thank god. He stood up, receiving a few looks from the other tables.

“I gotta run, I need to...basically die of embarrassment elsewhere,” Danny said slowly. Nobody seemed to think much of the phrasing. Though Tucker and Sam both immediately caught on.

“I’ll come help you not die,” Sam replied. Anything to get out of this situation. She elbowed Tucker before standing as well. “Come on, we need to help Danny not die.” Tucker waved her off, as Valerie finally understood what was happening.

“You two lovebirds go on ahead,” he told them, “they’ve got this,” he whispered to Valerie. Danny narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t go around telling a bunch of our secrets,” Danny spoke with an underlying threatening tone. Tucker nodded.

“Of course. But you are losing your fries,” he informed him, and the teen helped himself to the remaining fries on Danny’s plate. Danny accepted this, and he motioned for Sam to follow him. “Also…” Tucker threw a condom at Danny. Danny shot him a look and let the condom bounce off of his chest and land on the floor. Sam hastily grabbed her backpack, and they both fast-walked out of the cafeteria, earning several stares and eyebrow wags.

Danny groaned, “Ugh, fuck me!” He was sick of this.

“Damn, well now we know who initiates it. Never pictured Fenton to be the dominant one,” Dash laughed. Danny growled and began to turn around before Sam pushed him forward and out of the cafeteria.

“Not now. We probably have Kitty and I assume Johnny to worry about right now.” Once out of the cafeteria, Sam pulled out her wrist ray and put it on. She searched for her pocket knife in her boot, pulling out the Ecto Lipstick Laser by accident. “Ahh!” She dropped it as if it had been on fire and watched it roll down the hallway. Danny raised an eyebrow at her. “Nothing!” She quickly replied as she ran forward to grab the weapon and put it back in her boot. “It’s just the Ecto Lipstick! I swear!” She said a little too loudly. God damn the Fentons for making their inventions look like vibrators. God damn Planned Parenthood for pointing that out in the first place.

“I know?” Danny raised an eyebrow at her as they rounded a corner. “Let’s just get rid of Johnny and Kitty and hope that takes up the rest of the day.”

“Oh, there you two are!” Speak of the fucking devils.

Danny flinched as he turned to see the ghostly pair that had been harassing them both all day. Kitty and Johnny stood together, both grinning excitedly.

“Can’t you guys just go fuck around with each other and stop fucking around with us?” Danny complained. Kitty gave a small scowl.

“We’re trying to help,” Kitty insisted. “I know Johnny already talked to you, but I’m pretty sure he left out some important stuff, like make sure you wash your hands. Clip and file your nails so that they’re not sharp or super long, make sure your hands aren’t freezing. Foreplay is very important.”

Danny wanted to die. He glanced at Sam, who seemed to mirror his emotions. Her face was red, and she wasn’t even looking at the pair, instead digging through her backpack. Likely in search of the Fenton Thermos.

Johnny gave an amused scoff, and he waved his hand. “Nah, it’s not that important,” he replied. Kitty shot him a look that could re-kill Pariah Dark himself. Johnny instantly seemed to realize his mistake.

“Yes. It. Is,” she spoke through gritted teeth.

“I mean, we could overshadow you to show you how it’s done if you want,” Johnny suggested.

Danny and Sam both froze, eyes wide, and turned a brilliant shade of red before spitting out objections.

“NO! Nope! Not necessary!” Danny yelled as he covered his eyes, thinking that would somehow block the mental images in his head. “I can’t...Sam...ughhh. No, gross.”

“Well don’t seem too excited now,” Sam spat sarcastically, rolling her eyes in the process.

“N-no! It’s not that I wouldn’t want...I mean you’re pretty and...I like...I mean, you...what do I mean?” Danny groaned and dragged his hands down his face.

“Oh, dude,” Johnny shook his head, “don’t go there unless you want to be sleeping on the couch.”

“But I-” Danny started until Sam slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Chill out, Romeo. Now is not the time to remove your foot from your mouth.” She removed her hand before Danny licked it. That was something Danny and Tucker did. Ugh, boys.

“Nice touch ditching the tights though. You definitely had boys’ heads turning...even a few girls’.” Kitty tried to get them back on track.

“Uh, what?” Sam looked down at her legs.

“Yeah, even that big blonde sporty kid was saying some pretty graphic things about you,” Johnny added.

“WHAT?!” Danny snapped his head back towards the cafeteria.

“Oh that hit a nerve! Jealousy works, you know. That’s how I keep bringing Kitten back to me,” Johnny grinned.

Kitty rolled her eyes, “Yes, that is exactly what happens.” Her sarcasm was almost as good as Sam’s.

Danny completely ignored the ghosts bickering, focusing his attention on Sam. “Did you hear that? DASH was talking about you like that! I’m gonna kill him…” He trailed off as he made a fist and looked back towards the cafeteria.

“Danny, chill. It’s not a big deal. Dash isn’t into me because I spilled salad dressing on my tights,” Sam rolled her eyes and set her hand on Danny’s shoulder to bring him back down to Earth.

Danny swapped his attention back to her. “Uh, no...look, I mean, you’re very attractive and you’re only wearing a crop top and a mini skirt, it’s an easy step away from imagining you naked.” Sam raised an eyebrow as she put a hand on her hip. “N-not that I am imagining that, and not that I wouldn’t want to! I mean of course I’d want to, it’s just - you’re just….I’m going to stop talking now.” He glanced down at the floor and hoped he could somehow dig himself out of this pit that he just kept digging deeper for himself.

Sam pressed her lips together, both amused and flattered with only a hint of embarrassment, “You think I’m very attractive?”

“And he wants to see you naked,” Johnny added.

Danny’s eyes widened before he snatched the thermos from Sam’s hand, his face burning. “Alright that’s enough of you two!” He promptly sucked them into the thermos, spitefully shaking it a bit before putting it into his locker. “They can sit there the whole weekend for all I care.”

“Do you though? Think I’m attractive?” Sam asked shyly. “I feel like you and Tucker just see me as one of the boys and that’s how everyone sees me. I’m not cute like Paulina and Star.” She saw the panicky look on his face and smiled a bit, “I’m not going to hurt you if you answer this one. You have a free pass.”

Danny looked like he was having an internal debate in his head about whether or not she was telling the truth about letting him off the hook, but when he looked into her eyes, he knew she really wanted an answer. He never would have guessed that Sam was a bit insecure. He gulped before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh…” Was he really about to admit this? Out loud? To himself? To her?! He couldn’t help it, she was giving him a free pass. He started at her pale legs and trailed his eyes up her body to her perfect hips, pausing at her breasts for a few half seconds longer than he probably should have, and finally setting on her face. “Yes,” he choked out, his voice husky, “very much so.”

Sam relaxed a bit at his answer, feeling relieved. She smiled softly as she approved of his answer, and then that smile became quite sinister. “And you want to see me naked?”

Danny was a deer in the headlights, opening his mouth to speak before deciding against it. He couldn’t tell if this was still part of the free pass or if she was just fucking with him now. He was mostly sure it was the latter. He grabbed her hand and yanked her down the hallway towards the classroom. “Yeah okay, don’t wanna be late for that sex ed class!”

Sam laughed heartily as he hastily fast walked them from one personal hell to another.

#Tucker is my favorite part of this entire chapter #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley #fic #stephanie writes sometimes

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