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wosowrites · 1 year

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Her Clumsy Girl (Katie McCabe x Reader)

Warnings: none

A/n: this is so cute. also what do you guys think of the instagram pic thing i did.

Prompt: in which you’re a machine on the field but when you’re off the field you’re the clumsiest person ever

Arsenal had started a new video collection for their youtube channel. Every month, they gave a go pro camera to one player to film little snippets of their life on and off field to then be turned into a youtube video. Fans were obsessed with it. The first month, Beth Mead and Vivianne Miedema had it, the second, Kim Little, and this month, fans were begging for you and Katie to have it. So, you agreed. Jonas gave you the camera on monday after training, and you immediately started filming on your way home.

You and Katie had been together for a year, and despite Katie’s fierce and slightly argumentative personality on the pitch, you had never had a fight. Off the pitch, she was a real sweetheart. For you, however, on the pitch, you were tactical, strong, and you would weave through players as though they were pilons. And off the field, you were so clumsy you could have tripped over an ant.

"Hey guys!" You said, fumbling with the camera and trying your best to place it on the dashboard. "Damn it!" You giggled as the camera fell again. You finally managed to set it up where it stayed still and where you and Katie were both in frame. "You’re hopeless." Katie said, keeping her eyes on the rainy road. "Am not!" You poured, turning your attention back to the camera. "Anyways. Training just ended so that’s why we’re looking sweaty and disgusting. So, we’re going home to shower and change and then we’re going out shopping for the afternoon. I need new-" You started saying. "Want. You want new shoes." Katie cut you off. "Shut up, Katie." You said to her.

You cut the camera, knowing you shouldn’t film too much because the videos were only ten minutes long.

"This vlog is going to be chaotic, babe." Katie said, smiling at you before turning her eyes back to the road. "It will not. I guarantee you I can spend the month without you getting a single clumsy moment from me on camera." You told her. "Oh you are so on. What do we win?" Katie asked. "Hmm, the winner gets to take the looser on a date. The winner plans everything, and the looser pays for everything." You pitched. "Sounds good to me."

You lost the bet three hours later.

You had gone home, showered and changed. The rain had stopped and it was now sunny and warm in London, and you wore a black cropped tank top with black trousers and beige loafers. Accessories were always the way to go with you, so you wore rings and bracelets as well as two necklaces. You loved showing off your tattoos, and Katie loved seeing them.

You got back into your car to go to the shopping outlet, deciding to stop for coffee. You set up the camera when you were parked in front of the coffee shop.

"Okay so we’re getting coffee now, and we’re gonna see who has to go in and get the coffee." You said to the camera before turning to Katie. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" You said at the same time. Katie won and you groaned as she celebrated.

"I dont like you." You told Katie as you opened the car door and walked into the shop. Katie filmed you walking into the shop. "She’s so hot. And she loves me very much don’t be fooled." Katie told the camera, flipping it back to show her face.

You ordered two coffees, a shaken oat milk espresso for you and a matcha for Katie. You started walking towards the door, seeing Katie filming you through the clear doors of the car. You walked towards the door and pushed it with your hip.

It was a pull door.

You spilled your coffee all over yourself, and you look up to see Katie barking with laughter as she films you. You groan loudly and walk out of the shop, your outfit soaked with coffee. Katie sits in the car, laughing her head off at you. You open the door of the car and sit in the seat. "I’m-im suprised you didn’t try to push the car door!" She giggled.

You tried to look at her sternly, but you ended up laughing too. Katie turned off the camera and you handed her her coffee. She leaned in to kiss you, wiping the coffee off your neck. "I love you." She told you as she pulled away.

You groaned as a response.

"What do I do? Im soaked." You said, looking down at your wet shirt and pants. "Well, lucky for you, after having dated you for a year, I know how to prepare for all your little quirks." Katie said, reaching into the backseat. "What does that even mean?" You asked her, watching her suspiciously. "It means…" Katie started, finally grabbing what she was looking for. She pulled out a bag of clothes from the back. "I change it for every season. Right now. We’ve got… a mid length white tee shirt, a brown crewneck and jean shorts. I know this is a boring outfit and not to your standard so I threw in these random sunglasses." Katie said, pulling out your favorite Y2K sunglasses with silver stars on the side. "Katie! I love you and thank you for this but… i’ve been looking for those shades for like three months." You giggled, taking them from her and putting them on you. You fixed your hair and looked at her. "How do I look?" You asked. "Amazing. Let me take a picture." Katie said, pulling out her phone. "Lovely." She said as she took the pic.

"Okay now let’s take the countryside road so we can park on the side and let you change you clumsy girl." Katie said, pulling out of the parking space. "Oh and by the way, when should we do our date? I already have ideas." Katie said.

You just groaned again.

You were now in the backseat of the car, changing quickly when Katie pulled out her phone, taking a picture of you as you buttoned your jean shorts. You flipped her off, and she snapped another picture. Katie filmed you with the go pro as you got out of the backseat and walked back to the front. She had been kind enough to share her matcha with you.

You sat criss cross in the seat as she filmed you. "Time to explain what happened, y/n," the irish woman said in a sing songy voice. "I spilt my coffee and I had to change clothes. Now give me that." You took the camera from your girlfriend and started filming her. "Look how cute she is!" You squeezed her cheeks making her roll her eyes and laugh. You placed the camera on the dashboard. "It’s all a lie! She’s secretly a-" You couldn’t finish your sentence as when you were adjusting your position, you hit your head on the roof of the car. "Fuck!" You groaned, holding your head with one hand and Katie’s matcha with the other. "Okay." Katie said. You looked over at her and gave her a ‘really?' look.

katie_mccabe11

had a little accident and needed to change, eh y/n?

@y/n.y/l/n: katie people are going to think i peed myself.

katie_mccabe11: @y/n.y/l/n: you did.

@y/n.y/l/n: @katie_mccabe11: KATIE I DID NOT

A month later

The video was out, and the amount of clumsiness on your part had the gunners, players and fans alike going crazy.

"It’s okay baby, as long as you don’t fall on your face on the field, you’re okay." Katie said.

Your next game was against Man United, the field was wet and as you ran by yourself, you slipped and fell on your face. You hit the ground in frustration as you heard laughs from the field. Ona Batlle helped you up. "Don’t worry about it. I know a thing or… twenty about falling on my face on the field." Ona said kindly. You smiled at her and kept playing, knowing your team would give you shit for it later, but not wanting it any other way.

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cevansbaby-dove · 5 months

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Hi! 🩵

I have a Steve request based on the following prompt!

You’re both exhausted after a mission, and you and Steve accidentally fall asleep next to each other. When he wakes up, he sees your arms are wrapped around him. You're just friends, but he's so comfortable he doesn't even attempt to move.

I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with this! 🩵

Steve Rogers X Reader bestfriend

When you and Steve get back from a long mission you both fall asleep...in each other's arms.

You walk out of the elevator and Steve is behind you. "Oh man that was a long mission" You nod. 'yea i am going to sleep for sixteen years now" Steve Chuckles. "I got you beat!" You look over at him with a smile.

"Rihhhgttt" You put your things away and say. 'Bye see you in sixteen years" You lay on the couch and fall fast to sleep. Steve smiles and lays by you. "Sweet dreams y/n" He lays his head down and falls asleep next to you.

two hours later.

You turn and drape your arm over his chest leaning on his arm. Steve wakes up feeling you on him. he looks at you and smiles.

He rubs your arm lightly and you smile but he doesn't see it. You and Steve have been close since you met six months ago you knew that he might have someone else and you also thought you weren't his type.

You two hit it off right away, being that he was the leader of the team you always did your best to respect him and see him as a leader and nothing else, Just friends.

Steve smiles looking at you sleeping on him. He's always wanted to make sure you were safe, even on missions he was like a best friend who always tried his best to keep you safe.

Until one day you got badly hurt from a mission which sent you into the med bay for three weeks, Steve always made sure you had everything you needed he when he wasn't on a mission he would be by your bedside talking to you and keeping you all smiles.

Steve hears tony walk in. Steve doesn't move. Tony says. "Look at you two are cuddling like that" he snaps a pic and steve says. "Sh! Don't wake her she's had a rough day"

Tony smiles and says. "this will go on the group chat" He walks away and Steve sighs, he didn't care he didn't want to move an inch just because you looked adorable sleeping.

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Out Of The Shadows

Since his shock exit from Slipknot, Joey Jordison has remained silent. For the first time, he opens up about the split, the debilitating condition that left him unable to walk, and how he's been reborn anew

Words: Dom Lawson • Pics: Travis Shinn

Metal Hammer 285 - August 2016 (google drive link) Full disclosure I pasted the main article from Metal Hammer's awful awful website because my hands are sad (from doing things like this, yes. Don't keep doing things if they hurt, yes even if you're super super excited about a guy.)

There is life after death. First, there’s Hell.

When the news first broke that Joey Jordison was no longer in Slipknot, it sent shockwaves around the world. Here was this icon of our world and one of the founding members of one of the greatest bands to emerge in all of 30 years suddenly, inexplicably gone. In the heavy wake of Paul Gray’s passing it seemed almost too great a blow for any band, even one with nine members. Anyone who knows their travails understands that they’re less a band and more like a dysfunctional family – had their problems caught up with them? But reappear they did, to the sound of a rapturously received album, and the three-ring circus of Knotfest, and yet still questions remained about the circumstances of Joey’s departure. Slipknot were tightlipped, and Joey? It was anyone’s guess.

I’m humbled to say that we now have Joey’s side of the story, and this month’s world-exclusive journey to Des Moines is one of the most powerful, saddening and inspirational stories you’ll read in these pages. Sure, there are the new records – Vimic and Sinsaeneum (sic) herald one of our world’s greatest musicians returning to the fold and from the sound of things we’ve some tremendous records ahead of us.

More importantly though, we have one of metal’s greatest figures back, and we couldn’t be more delighted to see him back on his feet – literally. To read Dom Lawson’s tale of a man who’s truly been there and back again, see p.38. Make sure you’re sitting down, because Travis Shinn’s remarkable photography is as stark as it it worth not one, but over 3,000 words.

Thank you for reading, and… Stay metal! Alex, Editör-In-Chief

Out Of The Shadows

Words: Dom Lawson • Pics: Travis Shinn

Joey Jordison unmasked: the ultimate interview

Part One - Revelation

“This is very important to me. You’re getting something that I have not told anyone. It’s very emotional. It’s fucking hardcore, man.”

Joey Jordison has got a few things to get off his chest. More importantly, the world has got a few questions for the erstwhile Slipknot alumnus and the 21st century’s most celebrated percussive polymath, not least because he has been resolutely off the radar for the last few years.

The last time Metal Hammer spoke directly to Joey, he was promoting his then-newly-formed band Scar The Martyr, who released their self-titled debut album in September 2013. Three months later, he was seemingly dismissed from Slipknot, the band he had enjoyed huge global success with ever since they exploded into our world back in 1999.

Since that startling news broke in December 2013, Joey has been conspicuous by his absence from our ears, eyes and screens. This being the age of endless social media speculation, his disappearance and departure from Slipknot have been widely discussed online, one commonly espoused theory being that the diminutive drummer had gone spectacularly off the rails and was simply unable to fulfill his usual duties, thus prompting his bandmates’ decision to effect an unexpected lineup change.

In truth, only Joey’s closest friends and business associates know what he’s been up to for the last couple of years, but as he warmly greets Hammer at the door of the house he shares with girlfriend Amanda in Des Moines, it’s immediately apparent that today’s interview is much more than just an opportunity to herald the arrival of not one, but two new bands and Joey’s wholesale return to action. Instead, this is what he describes as “an opportunity to tell everyone what the fuck has been going on”. And it’s almost certainly not what anyone is expecting.

“It was at the end of the memorial shows we did for Paul,” Joey begins, referencing the death of bandmate Paul Gray and the subsequent world tour that began in the summer of 2011 and continued until August 2012. “We were in Canada, at the end of my last run of shows with Slipknot, and something happened to me but I didn’t know what it was. I was super ill. You can be sick and still play, but this was something I’d never felt in my life before.

“We found out that what I have is acute transverse myelitis. It’s a neurological condition that hits your spinal cord and it wiped my legs out completely. It’s like having your legs cut off, basically. I played those last couple of shows and it scared the living shit out of me. I didn’t know what it was. Everyone thought I was fucked up, but it wasn’t the case. I wasn’t even drinking. Everything was straight-laced and fucking perfect. Everything was on point. But I had to be carried to the stage…”

Joey pauses, wincing at the memory. “The pain was something I’d never experienced in my life before, and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”

When he arrived home from the Slipknot tour, Joey could barely walk. On August 21, 2012, he was admitted to Mercy West hospital in Des Moines, diagnosed with some form of leg paralysis but unaware of exactly how or why this was happening to him. Ten days later, he was transferred to the neurological unit at University Of Iowa Hospital in Iowa City, understandably terrified and extremely confused about his physical deterioration.

“It was fucking bad, dude,” he recalls. “My lady has everything documented. I got struck with this fucking thing that I couldn’t control. The doctors said I might not be able to walk again. Today, I can almost run, but back then I couldn’t even stand up. I was bed-ridden. If I wanted to turn over in bed, I had to move my legs with my hands. I was in and out of the hospital for months.

“Some beautiful people have helped me out and got me back stronger and taught me how to walk again, but at that moment my whole life was screwed, man. Acute transverse myelitis is a fucked-up disease and a lot of people don’t recover from it and they’re paralysed forever.”

After having braces fitted to prevent his weakened legs from buckling, Joey was finally discharged from hospital in October 2012. Thus began an extremely lengthy, challenging and physically exhausting regime of physical and occupational therapy, as Joey tried to summon the energy and determination to beat the bizarre neurological condition that had wrenched the carpet from under his feet and left him both horribly vulnerable and understandably bewildered.

Early in 2013, work began on Scar The Martyr’s debut album, as a further batch of Slipknot shows in Japan and Europe – including a headline slot at Download – loomed over the horizon. Still recovering from the worst of his illness, Joey somehow managed to recover to the point where he was able to perform at those gigs, after which he threw himself wholeheartedly into launching Scar The Martyr by hitting the road as main support to Danzig in the US.

All the while, of course, his global army of admirers remained entirely in the dark about the turmoil and trials going on behind the scenes. It was widely noted that Joey was looking overweight and far from healthy during Scar The Martyr’s debut UK tour, but the conclusions that most people were jumping to – in essence, that he had a problem with drugs and/or drink – were completely off target. Unfortunately, when Slipknot announced on December 12, 2013, that they were to forge ahead without their talismanic drummer, those rumours seemed to gain a little extra momentum.

“Yeah, and that’s why I love being able to do this interview, because finally I get to tell the fucking truth!” Joey declares. “It’s been really frustrating, but I can only bless the people that have been around me and helped me to get back to this point. And this is what I want to clarify for my fans…” – he punches his hand to emphasise the importance of this statement – “…it had nothing to do with fucking drugs or fucking alcohol!”

Several times during our interview, Joey’s eyes fill with tears. It’s abundantly clear that the extraordinary effort required to confront acute transverse myelitis and doggedly chase a light at the end of a seriously dark and bleak tunnel has taken a lot out of him, particularly on an emotional level. But now that he is about to click into top gear once again, via new bands Vimic and Sinsaenum, Joey is channeling his energies towards a cathartic clearing of the decks, and setting people straight about his life over the last five years is top of the agenda.

“Life takes you on weird trips and you just have to hold on, ride the wave and be as strong as you fucking can,” he shrugs. “I’ve been through so much fucking shit over the last few years and people just don’t know.”

Part Two - Struggle

The news that Joey had seemingly been sacked from Slipknot came as a huge shock to everyone, even without the additional knowledge of his devastating health problems. From the band’s enormous fanbase, through to many of us in the metal world that have always known him to be, at the very least, a wholly dedicated and passionate member of that 18-legged, arena-smashing entity, it was a wildly unexpected turn of events.

The band’s own public statements at the time took a predictably passive course, the relatively benign implication being that Joey and his former comrades were simply heading in different creative directions and could no longer work together effectively.

On January 2, 2014, he made his own statement on Facebook, making it plain that as far as he was concerned, there was no mutual agreement and he had been fired from Slipknot for reasons unknown.

“I was laying in bed with my lady, I’d been in rehabilitation for my health issues but everything was good, and the next thing I know…” he pauses, visibly upset. “No band meeting? None. Anything from management? No, nothing. All I got was a stupid fucking email saying that I was out of the band that I busted my ass my whole life to fucking create, you know?

“It was the weirdest fucking thing. I can’t imagine just sending Corey or Shawn or Mick a fucking letter, without a band meeting. We’re friends and we’ve been through so much shit together, but that was all it was, a fucking letter. That’s exactly what happened and it was hurtful, man. I didn’t deserve that shit after what I’d done and everything I’d been through.”

In light of revelations about his state of health at the time, it does seem an unusually abrupt way to bring such a longstanding partnership to an end. Joey even claims to have written and demoed a batch of new material, aided by Slipknot’s then-touring bassist Donnie Steele, and circulated it among his bandmates in an attempt to get the compositional ball rolling. But, according to the drummer, no one got back to him to discuss the new songs: subtle evidence, perhaps, that wires were distinctly crossed.

“They got confused about my health issues, and obviously even I didn’t know what it was at first,” Joey sighs. “They thought I was fucked-up on drugs, which I wasn’t at all. I don’t blame them for being concerned, but when you’re friends and you’ve been through so much stuff, you fucking talk to each other. But I harbour no bad feelings toward them at all, because I’ve moved on with my life. I’m happier than I’ve been in years. You need to move on, close the fucking chapter and, in the end, it is what it is.”

It is a testament to the positive way Joey has endeavoured to overcome his severe health problems that today, even after having been unceremoniously ejected from one of the biggest metal bands on the planet, he is hearteningly sanguine about the way things have turned out.

During our conversation, he repeatedly declares how grateful he is for the friends, family and life that he has, and even when discussing the end of his tenure as Slipknot’s drummer, he is eager to state how much he still loves and admires his former bandmates. What is perhaps more surprising is that Joey not only made a point of checking out .5: The Gray Chapter, the album Slipknot made without him and released in 2014, but is also effusive in his praise for it.

“Honestly, I have a long history with those guys, so I give them the respect they deserve and I listened to the whole record multiple times,” he smiles. “And I think it’s great! It’s fucking cool and I’m glad they moved on. I’m not like, ‘I’m not gonna give them respect!’ – I’m not a coward like that. I’m glad they’re carrying on the name, because what’s important is the fans. There’s no stupid battle going on. There’s no point in saying, ‘Fuck them!’

“No, I’ve been through so many things with those guys and I love them very much. What’s hurtful is that the way it [being fired] went down was not fucking right. That’s all I want to say. The way they did it was fucking cowardly. It was fucked up. But the love in my heart for those guys, that stays the same.”

It is at this point that Metal Hammer asks the inevitable and unavoidable question: despite everything that has happened, would Joey be willing to rejoin Slipknot further down the line? As much as his successor, Jay Weinberg, has acquitted himself brilliantly while filling the shoes of a contemporary drumming legend, it’s hard to deny that most Slipknot fans would be beside themselves with joy if Joey were to return to the fold. He takes a deep, measured inward breath and fixes us with a stern stare…

“Let me think about how to answer that, because it’s a big one,” he nods. “Honestly, I’m not trying to be dramatic, but if that was brought up, what I’d want to do would be to get together. Not just have a phone call or some stupid email. I’d want to see them, just hug it out and feel that energy that we had when we were fucking young and hungry and all that shit. They’re my brothers. We’d hug and talk and do shit like we used to do. We used to sit up all night long planning this shit and what we wanted to do. So that’s how I’d wanna do it. It’d have to be in person. If it happened, that would be fucking awesome, but only time will tell.”

Part Three - Rebirth

Back in the here and now, Joey Jordison is well on his way to being fighting fit once again. His recovery is still ongoing, of course, and daily trips to see his trainer at the local gym have now become an essential part of his day-to-day schedule, but as he speaks, he radiates sincere positivity. That said, the effort it has taken Joey to get from suddenly and horrifyingly being robbed of the use of his legs to a point where he is able to unveil two brand new albums with different bands is etched into his subtly expressive face.

He and better half Amanda have kept a detailed scrapbook of photos and other memorabilia from the long, hard road back from the onset of transverse myelitis. They allow us to leaf through it, and it brings the jarring reality of Joey’s last few years vividly to life. It’s a litany of woes, pain and frustration that many of us would regard as insurmountable, but even when faced with yet another grim obstacle, when he fell and broke his leg while in the studio recording Vimic’s debut album in the autumn of 2014, leading to his leg being cut in half and the insertion of steel rods and bolts, Joey’s determination to prevail and come back stronger than ever has been unwavering.

“I did question everything, like, ‘What am I going to do?’, not knowing if I was going to recover,” he admits. “It hurt a lot. It was a big question. But there was a definite point where I thought about all the blessings I’ve been given in life, being part of Slipknot and playing with Korn and Ministry and Rob Zombie and doing Roadrunner United and all those things, and you look at that and you’re grateful, and so you bust your ass to get back. I didn’t feel sorry for myself. I do not quit. I’ve got fans I’ve got to take care of, you know? So there’s no hiding right now.”

If you want to know what the opposite of hiding sounds like, you need only lend an ear to either or both of the new records that Joey is releasing this summer. The first is Echoes Of The Tortured, the debut album from Sinsaenum, Joey’s collaboration with Dragonforce’s Frédéric Leclercq and a host of underground luminaries. A monstrous but eminently accessible death metal record, its jaw-shattering eruptions of blastbeats and epic fury showcase the full extent of Joey’s physical recovery in no uncertain terms.

The second is Open Your Omen, the first album from Vimic, which is essentially Scar The Martyr with a new vocalist, former Korn percussionist and back-up singer Kalen Chase. It’s a sharper, more focused record than its (sort of) predecessor, planting Joey firmly back in belligerent mainstream metal territory, with plenty of the huge hooks and irresistible riffs that his loyal fans will be feverishly anticipating. But beyond the new music itself, Joey’s true focus is on the unparalleled joy he is currently experiencing as he escapes the nightmare of the last few years and returns to what he does best.

“This is a rebirth, and reaching this point is the ultimate reward,” he states. “It’s like having the ultimate trophies, having these two bands. These opportunities are coming back to me and it feels like a complete renewal. These are real bands, not side-projects. Everything I do goes at 100%… maybe even 666%, ha ha!

“At a certain age, a lot of people] become vegetarians or they find religion, but I’m never gonna stop being a fucking weirdo and a fucking metalhead! You wake up one day and you realise that nothing’s ever gonna change and you’re fucking committed. I’ve been like that since I was five years old, man.

“Right now, I just want to keep creating. These bands are two huge fucking journeys for me. It’s like when you see a rollercoaster that you’ve never ridden before, and you’re fucking scared, but you’re in line and waiting, like I am now, and then once you step on? You’re in!”

There are a few lessons to be learned from the story of Joey Jordison’s last few traumatic years. Firstly, maybe we should all be slightly less eager to jump to hasty conclusions when faced with only one side of a story (or, indeed, no verified information whatsoever). Secondly, never underestimate the strength, persistence, passion and potential of the human spirit.

“The most pertinent lesson of all, however, is one we all should have learned a long time ago: Joey Jordison is an unstoppable force of nature and, after fighting the toughest battle of his entire life, he’s primed and ready to make up for lost time and to remind the world that loud, angry, fucked up and furious music remains the best medicine of all.

“I have this weird-ass condition, but it doesn’t limit me and I’m getting better all the time,” he concludes with a confident grin. “I can play just as fast, or faster, than I ever have. Everything is fucking cool and I’m at the gym every day and it’s all going well. That helps me out so much.

“I went through some serious fucking shit. People didn’t know and I can’t blame them for that. But the thing is, you get up in the morning and you look in the mirror, and then you go off and fucking do it. You live your life the way you want to, and get the work done! What else can I say, dude? It’s good to tell my story. I’m fucking back and I’m ready to go full force. This is the best fucking job in the world. I’m never gonna stop.”

What Is Transverse Myelitis?

We spoke to Lew Gray, secretary of UK charity the Transverse Myelitis Society, to understand what Joey’s batling…

Can you explain what the condition means? Lew: “Transverse myelitis is an inflammation of the spinal cord. You have a lot of nerves doing different things in your spinal cord, so the facts of each case depend on which part of the spinal cord is affected. It can be high in the spinal cord affecting the arms, or you may struggle to breathe because the muscles in your lungs don’t work. It could be lower, affecting different sensory nerves. Some people with transverse myelitis can walk but can’t feel the floor beneath their feet, or they can’t feel hot and cold or pain. We think there are about 250 cases a year in the UK.”

Does it typically come on quickly or is it more of a gradual process? “It can be either. A lot of people are paralysed within an hour or two. But then for other people it can be very gradual and come and go over a period of months. It takes some people years to get a diagnosis.”

What treatment is available? “Really, the only treatment is to dose you with steroids. They will reduce the inflammation, and therefore you’re not curing it, you’re minimising the damage until it goes away by itself. Physiotherapy is very important. Almost everyone gets some spontaneous recovery over time after transverse myelitis, but the body and mind ‘forget’ how to use muscles and nerves that are not working, so the purpose of neurophysiotherapy is to ‘guide’ the recovery.”

What is the long-term prognosis for someone with transverse myelitis? “The nerves are capable of regenerating themselves. Nobody can predict though how well they will regenerate, how long it will take, or if they will at all. The majority of people get improvement, but there is no cast-iron guarantee.”

How common are relapses? “We do know people who have had recurrences, however that is rare. Sometimes a reoccurrence of transverse myelitis leads to a diagnosis of MS [multiple sclerosis].”

For more on the Transverse Myelitis Society, visit www.myelitis.org.uk

Beating The Odds

How Joey Jordison fought his way back from paralysis to prosperity

The full extent of Joey’s arduous battle with acute transverse myelitis is brought into sharp focus when we visit Absolute Performance Therapy in Waukee, Des Moines. Joey spent months here, working on his recovery, and the mere fact that today he is able to walk through the front door without assistance speaks volumes about what he has achieved. His therapist, Alyssa Subbert, has nothing but praise for his determined approach.

“Being stubborn helped the most!” she laughs. “To go from being someone who could do anything to not being able to get out of a chair, then to get back to being able to do everything again, it was a huge process. He wanted to drum again so bad, and as long as we made every exercise about drumming, he’d do it. He was very stubborn and very ornery, but he’d work and work until his body was too sore.”

Gruelling physical work aside, it is obvious that Joey’s time at APT was also hugely emotional. He hasn’t been back since finishing his treatment, and there are tears as he and Alyssa recall the intense therapy sessions and ferocious perseverance and teamwork that were needed to make each successive triumph a reality along the way.

“This was a huge wake-up call to Joey’s health and lifestyle, and how physical his job is,” Alyssa states. “When you’ve done something like that forever, you have no concept of it. He has to play in a drum set that rotates and goes upside down?! It’s not a regular job, sitting at a computer. We even practised mobbing him! Does he have balance when a whole bunch of people mob him, you know? It’s a whole different life, and very physical. So this was a completely unique process we went through.”

Joey’s physical therapy may be over, but his daily trips to local gym Life Time Athletic are an essential part of his recovery, not to mention his ability to play drums with the power and skill that fans have come to expect. His personal trainer, Caleb Herman, is a Slipknot fan who’s full of admiration for his client’s dedication.

“When Joey came in, he could hardly walk,” Caleb recalls. “Now he’s pressing 700lbs and he can do a step above what most people can do. He’s got one of the strongest back muscle groups I’ve ever seen. He couldn’t stand without help, but now he can stand up by himself, so his progress has been awesome. When he sees progress, he becomes motivated, and he tells me he gets the chills, and that gives me the chills. It’s really exciting to see him get to this point.”

Battle Of The Bands

After a long absence from our world, Joey’s returning with two new projects. But how do Vimic and Sinsaenum stack up against each other?

Vimic

Members: Joey Jordison (drums), Kalen Chase (vocals), Matt Tarach (keyboards), Jed Simon (guitar), Kyle Konkiel (bass). Sound: Crunchy, state-of-the-art modern metal with big, anthemic melodies and plenty of snotty aggression. Image: Lots of black leather, long hair, beards and menacing scowls. Sample lyric: ‘Simple skeletons, playing God again/We’re getting higher, we’re getting higher, and the truth will set us free’ (Simple Skeletons). Drumming: Lashings of classic Joey, from that Slipknot stomp and big, muscular grooves to bursts of high-velocity blasting. Joey says: “Scar The Martyr was the blueprint, but we wiped the slate clean. This is heavy shit. Kalen killed it on this record.” For fans of: Slipknot, Disturbed, Fear Factory. Check out: Earth Stood Still. Lurching, syncopated grooves and soaring, post-grunge melodies collide in a brutish, multi-tempo anthem that deftly showcases singer Kalen’s versatility.

Sinsaenum

Members: Joey Jordison (drums), Frédéric Leclercq (guitar), Heimoth (bass), Attila Csihar (vocals), Sean Zatorsky (vocals), Stéphane Buriez (guitar). Sound: Epic, imperious, blackened death metal with tons of eerie atmosphere. Image: Classic, dark, extreme metal attitude with a dash of theatrical corpse paint and a blood-splattered logo. Sample lyric: ‘We are the pain inside your head/We are the sorrow in your soul/We are the fire/We are the rusty nails’ (Army Of Chaos). Drumming: A masterclass in death metal precision and power. Proof that Joey is back and blazing. Joey says: “Sinsaenum is probably one of the most extreme and proficient bands I have ever been in. These guys are fucking on point at all times. We’re a fucking army!” For fans of: Morbid Angel, Dimmu Borgir, Behemoth. Check out: Inverted Cross. It’s blistering, heads-down death metal grandeur with anti-Christian lyrics, fret-melting solos and countless warped twists and turns.

Sin City

As well as making his comeback with Vimic, Joey Jordison’s taken up the drum stool for death metal project Sinsaenum. Mastermind and Dragonforce bassist Frédéric Leclercq explains how it came thundering to life

Words: Dayal Patterson

While Vimic represents a beefed-up reboot of Scar The Martyr, Joey’s also been behind the kit for a second, brand new band - Sinsaenum. The brainchild of Dragonforce bassist Frédéric Leclercq, it’s a more murky blend of death and black metal, featuring the twosome alongside some of the leading lights of the extreme scene, including dual vocals from Mayhem’s Attila Csihar and Dååth’s Sean Zatorsky. We asked Frédéric what the supergroup have planned for their dark future.

How did Sinsaenum first come about? Frédéric: “Oh Christ, even I have trouble remembering when it started! I always wrote death metal songs. I started to write in 1998, then I was doing something else [he played in the French bands Memoria and Heavenly], and I’m still doing something else, with Dragonforce. The first person I spoke to was Stéphane [Buriez, guitar] from Loudblast. It must��ve been in 2010 that we said, ‘Let’s really do something about it.’”

How did Joey get involved? “I kept writing more songs, and one day in 2013 I got a text from Joey. We call each other ‘Morbid Angel” – don’t ask why – so the text said, ‘Morbid Angel, what you up to?’ I was like, ‘Well, I just got back from tour… talking about Morbid Angel, I have these death metal songs.’ He was like, ‘You should send them to me!’ Two days later, he came back like, ‘Fuck yeah, that’s really cool. Who’s playing drums? I want to do it.’ So I started to ask more people that I had in mind.”

How did you guys meet? “We did the Mayhem tour together in the US, in 2008. One day drinking we were talking about death metal, and then we got to talking about it more and more. That’s how you get to know people – you find what you have in common. We had drinking and Morbid Angel.”

What about the other guys? “Stéphane I’ve known for 20 years. I played in a band in my hometown, Charleville-Mézières, and we supported his band, Loudblast. They were a big influence, and the first death metal band I heard. We kept in touch because France is a small country when it comes to metal. With [bassist] Heimoth from [French black metal band] Seth, it’s the same – there’s a small metal community. Dragonforce and Mayhem did a festival together, and Attila came onto the bus and said: ‘My son is a fan and would love an autograph – by the way, I’m the vocalist of Mayhem.’ He’s such a nice person – maybe you shouldn’t write that, keep the mystery! Sean and I met when Dååth was opening for Dragonforce in 2009. I really liked his voice and his attitude.”

How much music was written before you started working with them? “When Joey sent that text, all the songs were half-written, because I’ve a tendency to write a song with just a verse and a chorus, maybe a mid-section, because I know the rest is in my head. So when he said, ‘I’m interested,’ I was like, ‘Oh shit, I have to finish the songs!’ I sent out files, because it was clear that people trusted my ‘vision’. They didn’t want to change too much. I had to finalise lyrics with Sean and Attila, and Stéphane contributed to the structure. Joey added some fills. I decided to make it a concept album using interludes like Tiamat, or Pestilence, or even Type O Negative did to create atmosphere, so I had to write those.”

What was it like working with your heroes? “I felt like a kid in a toy store! Being in a studio with Attila singing songs that I wrote, and saying, ‘Oh, you should do this song like [Mayhem’s] De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas, and him being like, [adopts a Hungarian accent] ‘OK bro’, it’s like ‘Fuck, this is happening!’ I shouldn’t sound so excited, ‘cause this is black and death metal, but I had a big smile during the whole process – we all did. On Army Of Chaos we have Schmier from Destruction and Mika and Mirai from Sigh. Mika and Mirai are good friends of mine and are doing the big choirs, the choruses… like Sepultura’s Stronger Than Hate [from 1989’s Beneath The Remains]. I remember reading the booklet as a kid… they had the guys from Obituary and Atheist on it, and I was like, ‘Fuck, that’s cool.’ And it’s Schmier who’s singing on the last pre-chorus.

Did Joey’s health battles affect Sinsaenum? “Not at all. He speaks about it way better than I, so I won’t comment on that. I’ve kept away from all the troubles. I was like, ‘I’m a friend. If you want to talk, I’ll listen, but I just want to make sure you’re happy.’ As far as health problems, he was fine – he killed the drums. I don’t know how he did it, but he said, ‘Dude, I’m on fire.’ He was angry, I guess.”

Will Sinsaenum tour? “It’s definitely something we want to do, but there’s no rush. I want to do everything the same way I lived it as a kid. These bands I loved, I loved their albums, but I didn’t see them live for a long time and it didn’t bother me. I want people to digest the album – there’s a lot of information on there. Plus, we’re all busy; it’s difficult to get us all in a room. We rehearsed before doing the videos, and being in the same room, it was like, ‘Fucking hell.’”

What’s happening with Dragonforce right now? “We’re doing summer festivals and writing the new album that will come out next year, so I have to juggle between doing Sinsaenum stuff and writing and recording with Dragonforce. So my head is about to explode, but that’s fine!”

What do you get from Sinsaenum that you don’t get with Dragonforce? “This is really the music I love. I like Dragonforce stuff, and I write more of it now, but sometimes I don’t agree with all the decisions. With Sinsaenum, from A to Z it is exactly what I want. I guess it’s my baby. It gives me a way to express the dark side of myself and show it to people – if they care or not, that’s another issue!”

Sinsaenum release Echoes Of The Tortured on July 29 via Earmusic

#after ten thousand years here it is #if you want anything else from this issue scanned just lemme know (there's already a couple other pages in the google drive folder)#joey jordison #sinsaenum #vimic #slipknot #metal hammer 285 aug 16 #those photos with the black stuff dripping down his face are truly egregious i am incredibly gay why would metal hammer do this to me #why not give us pictures of all the cats huh??#like yaknow instead of his leg with all the stitches. the other four cats. just sayin #fred is so ae;gihas;kdf;h #interview

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 year

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Masterlist

Request are open! Prompt List

Prompt list #2

Series:

The babysitting hellfire club

Chapter 1: confusion

Chapter 2: the snickerdoodles

Chapter 3: how did this happen?

Brutal Betrayal

Part One

Part Two

Stranger things

Snow ball fight (fluff)

Kids super powers would be... (fluff)

Teens super powers would be.. (fluff)

Eddie Munson

Matching tats with wayne

Nail tech gf

He defends his love

Bad hair????

Checking in on you

Dad!Eddie

How Eddie got his last name

Eddie and your hair

I’m just Ken (halloween themed)

Why Eddie hates his dad (very angst no fluff or happy ending)

Husband Eddie

Eddie is a cat dad

Totally don’t imagine this

Blurb- Eddie gets cheated on (angst)

“I love you. every single thing about you”

“Your hands are warm”

Blurb- what killed Eddie the most (angst)

Eddie with his raccoon babies

Super high Eddie asking questions

Eddie talks to your baby bump

Picnic date

You worry Wayne and Eddie (fluff)

Flowers for comfort (fluff slight talk of exam stress)

I just need you (fluff--> talks about mental health)

You have a surgery (fluff)

Spider (super short) (blurb, fluff)

Eddie has PTSD (angst ends with fluff)

Saves you from bullies (Short) (fluff)

Birthday love (fluff)

Prom (a bit angsty, fluffy)

Insecure reader (Angst, Fluff)

Wayne to the rescue (Talks about mental health, fluff)

First Smut I wrote (Smut 18+)

The Munson Wedding (fluff)

My safe space is you (Fluff)

Cheerleaders can be mean (slight angst, fluff)

New year, New couple (fluff)

Blizzard (fluff)

Gossip (fluff)

Eddie does your nails (fluff)

Messy breakup part one (angst)

Messy breakup part two (angst)

Messy breakup part three (fluff)

Get some rest (reader is sick. fluff)

Thrifting with Eddie (fluff)

Get wasted on me (smutty)

Body positivity (fluff)

10 things I hate about you (fluff)

Keeping warm (fluff)

Scary cat (fluff)

Scary cat part two (fluff)

New friendships (fluff)

Jason’s revenge (angst)

Damn cat (fluff)

Bad day (angsty fluff)

Supporting my girl (fluff)

Part one of Idiots in love (fluffy)

Idiots in love (Part two) (fluff)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (part one) (mental health talk, slight angst)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (Part two) ( mostly fluff, mental health talk)

Plus size reader (first thing I ever wrote!) (fluff)

Wayne and Eddie (from prompt list!) (slight angst, fluff))

Coffee shop au (fluff)

Hallway run-in (fluff)

Small thought of the day (Bat!Eddie)

Gamer GF

Rude girlfriend

Older! Sugar daddy

Steve Harrington

You were a bet (redemption)

You were a bet. (angst)

A look into Steve’s wedding

From prompt list– I’m going to make you remember who I am—Who I am to you (angst with fluff and smut)

Vacation time (Fluff)

Unrequited love? (angst with fluff)

The Harrington Wedding (fluff)

Reader has anxiety (mental health talk, fluff)

Friends to lovers??? (part one) (fluff? maybe angst?)

Friends to lovers confirmed! (part two) (fluff)

Anxiety is lying to you (mental health talk, angst with fluff)

Miscarriage (angst)

We got each other ( angst, fluff)

Hard core but make it soft (fluff)

Birthday girl (Smut with Mommy kink)

Billy Hargrove

Flowers for stressed reader (fluff)

Helping with Panic attack (fluff with mental health talk)

Bikini (fluff)

Eating out (smut)

Getting married to him (fluff)

Robin Buckley

Just friends? (fluff)

All three boys

As pet parents (fluff)

Helping you through your panic attacks (mental health, fluff)

Them as dads (fluff)

Helping reader who bites their nails (fluff)

You’re the big spoon (angst with fluff)

Black Friday shopping (fluff)

Baby fever (just Steve and Eddie) (fluff)

Valentines day (fluff. slight smut mentioned)

Their kinks (smut)

In a band (fluff)

Date night with them (fluff)

Modern version of them (fluff)

Road trip (fluff)

Pet names they give you (fluff)

You get their initials' tattooed

Them teaching you how to drive

Bucky Barnes

Bucky w/ a cat owner (fluff)

“Eat you’ll feel better” Prompt (fluff)

The to-do list (fluff)

You’ve moved on (with Loki) (angsty)

Stressful day (fluffy)

Kiss the girl (fluff)

Take a day off

You pick your man

Migraines

#my masterlist #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #bucky barnes #billy hargrove #stranger things #prompt list #imagines #headcannons #gracie writes

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simping4villains · 10 months

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This is the third chapter of a new Shigaraki college au fic I’ve been working on, titled Losing Streak! Updates will be posted on my ao3 and wattpad!

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Warning: Sexual content/non-con elements

When you woke up the next morning, your head was pounding. The light from your windows was searingly painful, prompting you to pull your pillow over your head in an attempt to block it out.

You didn't remember a lot of the previous night. The more you thought about it, you didn't even remember coming back to your apartment. That was concerning.

You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand to check the time. It was almost noon, which meant you'd slept through breakfast as well as two of your classes. At least they'd be serving lunch in the dining hall. Your stomach felt incredibly hollow and you still had the taste of alcohol on your tongue.

You were scrolling through your notifications—a few worried messages from Akiko and a text about some online sale—when you saw one from a number you didn't recognize. You tapped on the chat and immediately felt your heart drop.

Someone had sent you nudes. They weren't just the standard low-quality dick pic you received every now and then from desperate men around campus. These pictures were all women—or, all the same woman.

They were pictures of you.

You were panicking, your hands trembling. How did someone have photos of you like this? You didn't take nudes. You certainly didn't send nudes to anyone. You didn't even have anyone to send nudes to! So had someone taken these of you. . . last night?"

You took a deep breath to calm down and stared typing.

'Who is this?'

Three little dots appeared in the bottom of the screen. You held your breath until a response came.

'You don't remember?'

'How did you get these photos? How did you get my number?'

'Meet me in the north dining hall in twenty minutes. We can work out a little deal so no one else has to see these."

Panicking, you fought your hangover and jumped out of bed, pulling on a sweatshirt and sweatpants as quickly as possible before rushing out of the house, not even bothering to grab a jacket. You shrugged against the chilly fall air. It was a fifteen minute walk to the north dining hall, so you had to hustle if you didn't want to be late.

You burst through the doors of the campus center and practically ran through the lounge and up the stairs to get to the dining hall. You froze when you got to the top of the steps. There he was, leaning against the wall across from you. You should've known.

"Shigaraki."

He looked up from his phone. "Oh, hey, y/n."

You rushed up to him and grabbed his hand. You needed to find somewhere more private. You didn't want to talk about this out in the open where anyone could hear that he had nude pictures of you. There were conference rooms on the next floor up. You decided one of those would be as good a place as any.

You dragged him into one of the conference rooms, shutting and locking the door behind you before closing the blinds. You felt so ashamed by it all that you couldn't even stand the thought of someone seeing you with him—like they might somehow know.

He took a seat and watched you do all of this. "You gonna talk?" he asked. "Seems like something's on your mind."

"I should've stayed away from you. They warned me. My friends warned me that you were a creep."

He frowned. "Wow, okay."

"Where did you get them? Because I never sent photos like those to anyone and I refuse to believe that we. . . that we actually. . ."

He cocked an eyebrow.

You sighed. "You're gonna make me say it? The nudes. I don't know how you got them or why you're blackmailing me with them, but just please don't leak them, okay?"

Shigaraki couldn't help the wicked smile that spread across his face. He didn't know what kind of karma he'd put out into the universe to deserve an opportunity like this, but he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

"You'll have to do a better job of convincing me than that."

"I'm literally begging you. What more do you want? You want me to get down on my knees?"

"I mean, for starters, yeah. I certainly wouldn't say no."

He loved the look of shock that flashed across your face as you realized what he was implying.

"You can't be serious?"

"Would a creep like me joke about something like that?"

He'd hated that you'd called him that, but if you were gonna label him as a creep, then he'd be sure to exceed your expectations.

"Well? Go ahead."

You slowly lowered yourself down to your knees in front of where he sat, your eyes full of horror as you gazed up at him. You were frozen, fighting yourself on whether or not you could really go through with it.

"Do I have to fucking walk you through it? Jesus."

"Sorry," you whimpered.

You didn't want to do this, but what choice did you have?

Your hands trembled as they fumbled with the waistband of his joggers. You found his boxers too, hooking your fingers under them and pulling them down along with his pants, coming face to face with his already erect cock.

Was this actually happening?

"Are you just gonna stare at it?" He asked.

You blinked away your panic and looked up at him. There wasn't even an ounce of remorse in his eyes. This asshole loved what he was doing to you—as if his erection wasn't proof enough.

"If I do this. . . you really won't leak the photos?"

"That's right."

"You swear?"

He rolled his eyes. "I swear."

"Will you delete them? I'm not doing this unless—"

He grabbed you by the hair, yanking so hard that you yelped.

"I don't think you understand the position you're in. I'm not a patient man, so hurry up before I change my mind."

He let you go and spread his legs a bit wider, inching his cock closer to your face. You tentatively wrapped your hand around the base, causing his breath to hitch. From the way he was already seeming to fall apart, you guessed this wasn't something that happened to him very often, if at all. For a moment, a flicker of hope burned in your chest. You thought maybe you could get him off quickly like this so you wouldn't have to—

"Use your mouth."

Yeah. That.

As much as it crushed you, you knew you couldn't refuse. You stuck your tongue out and licked a stripe up his length. He sighed contentedly, letting his eyes flutter shut. It made you feel sick to your stomach, but you knew you couldn't stop.

You decided it was time to bite the bullet. You had to just get it over with. As much as you hated him and wanted to skin his dick with your teeth, you knew that the better it was, the sooner he'd. . . god, you hated to even think about it, but you needed it to be over as quickly as possible.

He groaned as you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."

Your eyes remained trained on his lower stomach as you bobbed your head, taking more and more of him until your gag reflex wouldn't allow you to go any further. You didn't want to look at him. You tried to tell yourself that it was relief and not some fucked up version of pride that you felt as you listened to his broken moans above you, but you couldn't deny the spreading warmth between your legs.

You hated your body for reacting that way. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by this. He was using you. He was blackmailing you. He was everything your friends had warned you about.

But still, you couldn't get past his desperate, heavy breathing that bordered on whimpering. . . and the way he lightly tugged at your hair. . .

Your hand started moving to match your pace, making up for the inches you couldn't fit in your mouth. You thought Shigaraki was satisfied with it until he tightened his hold on your hair, using the grip to guide you further down. You started to gag at the sudden intrusion, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes. He hardly gave you time to relax around his length before he started abusing your throat, thrusting his hips up as he forced your head down.

Your hands were on his thighs, simultaneously trying to push him away and trying to ground yourself by digging your nails into him. His moans only grew above you as he chased his high, using you for his own pleasure. You could tell he was close. His movements were becoming more erratic and his grip on your hair was so tight now that you were sure he'd manage to rip it out. After a few more thrusts he gave your head one final shove and shot his cum down your throat.

"Swallow it for me like the slut you are," he said to you before pulling out.

You did as he asked. It wasn't really like you had an alternative anyway. You didn't want to leave any evidence of what had happened behind in the conference room. Someone would have noticed for sure.

Once you had caught your breath you took a seat in one of the chairs that surrounded the conference table. Shigaraki was leaned back in his with his eyes closed, basking in the after glow.

You wouldn't let him enjoy it for very long.

"So when are you going to delete those photos?" You asked.

Without opening his eyes, he shook his head. "I'm not."

"What? But you said—"

"That I wouldn't leak them, which I won't, if you keep doing what I ask."

You couldn't believe it. You had been foolish to think he'd really listen to you if you did what he wanted. You had to find a way to get those photos off of his phone so he couldn't keep holding them over your head.

"You really are a creep."

He smirked and reached out to rest his hand on your thigh. "Whatever you say."

You shrank away from his touch, which only annoyed him. He tugged on your hand, hinting for you to get up.

"What?" You asked with a sharp edge your voice.

"Come sit on my lap."

"No."

"You're not being a very good listener. Maybe I should teach you a lesson and send those photos out after all. I'm sure there have got to be at least a few people in the entire student body who haven't seen you naked yet."

You glared at him. "You know what? I bet you wouldn't even know how to go about that. You're just bluffing so you can treat me like your little plaything. Well, I may have been dumb enough to fall for it once, but I won't let it happen again."

You got up and stormed out of the conference room. You weren't going to let Shigaraki push you around, and you certainly wouldn't keep giving him sexual favors, no matter how desperate you were for him not to leak the photos. Still, maybe he really was bluffing after all.

As you rounded the corner into the main lounge, you heard a wave of notification alerts going off. Looking around, you saw students checking their phones and shaking their heads. Petrified, you pulled your own phone out of your pocket to see a notification from him.

He hadn't sent the photos out, not yet at least, but he had proven that he wasn't bluffing. It seemed that all at once, every student on campus had gotten the same stupid spam article sent to their phone. For everyone else, it was an annoying text from an unknown sender, but for you it was a very clear warning.

Shigaraki was telling you that he wasn't bluffing, that he could absolutely ruin you if he felt like it, but he was giving you another opportunity to play nice. Otherwise, he would have just sent the pictures out and been done with it.

Shortly after, you got another text from him. It was an address and a time. "Last chance," it said.

You understood what it meant.

"I'll be there," you wrote back, though it was the absolute last thing you wanted.

You'd have to play along for now, until you could find a way to beat him at his own game.

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16 AND 20 PLEASE !!

based off this prompt list, this was probably my favorite i've done. thank you, thank you for the request!

Peter never thought he would see a day where he was head over heels, in fact he always thought people over exaggerated love, just a little bit. It wasn’t that serious, that painful, that enjoyable, it couldn’t be. It was a simple emotion.

But then, you.

And suddenly love was not a simple emotion.

Even now, the night before your wedding he can’t help but urge you to call you, he knows you’re in a hotel preparing for the long day. Makeup, hair, bridesmaids, pictures. It was going to be torture for you, he knows how much you hate all that attention on yourself.

He remembers that day, the first day he met you. So clearly and vividly if he closes his eyes he can sink back into time, stop it and live there. Sometimes he wishes he could, just a taste of what it was before it became all complicated.

You drew his attention because of your hoodie, a bright red hoodie had his eyes latched on you. He believes immediately that the universe is sending him a sign, he has to talk to you. He is supposed to meet you, he’s supposed to be in your life like you belong in his.

And it worked, and you hung out for so long.

And he thought he had all the signs right.

You called him out one night, as a joke.

He admitted it.

“Is it obvious? How infatuated I am?”

You caught your breath, he leaned in close. Lips feathered to yours, brushing with each word.

“It hurts me, just how much I ache for you.”

And it worked, it worked for a long time.

You were together for a long time, then mistakes happen and people change and things end.

Sometimes if you’re lucky they come back, things come around. Things work out, things change, people give second chances and try harder.

Sometimes things work out, sometimes they don’t.

Peter knows it’s late, he knows you have your wedding tomorrow, he knows you’re in a hotel bed, he knows you have to be up early and he knows you’re asleep.

But he has to try anyway, so he dials the number he knows. And he waits, and waits and it rings for what seems like forever.

Then a muffled, quiet, just woken up voice, “Hello?”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

A pause, he is able to blink three times before you answer.

You give a small laugh, “Babe, you’re next door.”

“I still miss you, and it’s cold.” Peter pouts, he misses your warmth.

“Then come see me.”

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before we get married.”

“You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

A pause, then “Maybe.”

“What if your future wife wants a kiss?”

“Then I may have to blindfold myself to give the lady what she wants.”

“Oh la la. Send a pic.”

“Are you ready to marry me forever? Because I had it written in the prenup you can never divorce me.”

“Peter, we didn’t sign a prenup.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It was written in the terms and conditions that came with owning my heart.”

“Funny, I think mine comes with the same fine print.”

“I’m sorry if I ever hurt it.” He knows he has.

“You did. But, you fixed it and put a ring on it. Now, you’re going to be mine forever. Get used to it.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

“Wanna do me a favor and come kiss your wife to be, in twelve hours?”

“God, are you really that infatuated with me?”

You giggle and lower your voice, “Oh yeah, baby. I totally ache for you.”

Your husband, in twelve hours, groans on the other side. Sometimes he gets queasy when you mock it because it's pretty cheesy. But then he always remembers it’s what got you in the first place.

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and make fun of yourself, you fell for the line.”

“No, I fell for the guy.”

“Good one. Pucker up, I’ll be over in 30 seconds.”

“Puckered.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #tasm! x reader #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker angst #peter parker drabble #peter parker mcu #my writing

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medusapelagia · 9 months

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8 Au-gust: Robots and Androids - Part 1

Parta 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 [...]

Ok. I wanted to join the Au-gust prompts but, as we all know, I'm totally unable to write drabbles… So here is a sneak pic of the new fic I'm working on right now (yes, another one. I'm a horrible person!)

Android Au [Untitled for the moment]

"Come on cowboy. You got me. Now do you think we can rest a little?" the dark-haired man asked, his face covered in sweat and breathless.

"I'm no cowboy, and no, we can’t rest. Come on." the other replies, pushing him forward.

"Ok, ok, so no cowboy. Sheriff? What's your title man?"

"I'm a Standard Electronic Vehicle Evolution, and you can't rest."

"Not all of us are made by engineers, you know that? Human beings need rest!" he complains.

The android sighs, the hunt was an easy one. He found the criminal soon enough, he was hiding on a casino planet. What a stupid thing to do, even for a human.

All the rest of this mission has gone wrong.

The planet the criminal was hiding in was too far from any military base and he had to drag the unwilling man on his ship. Then somehow he managed to free himself from the basic handcuff he had put on him and damaged the ship before the android was able to stop him and put the higher level of handcuffs on him.

But that wasn’t enough to prevent the crashing on the desertic planet they were on right now.

"I know that, and I know that if I let you rest in the middle of the desert with no water you'll be dead in less than two hours. So stand up and follow me. My sensors detected a human outpost a few miles away. If we keep walking at this pace we'll be there in three or four hours max."

He could drag him across the desert but he sustained some damage during their crash and he doesn’t want to add more damage fighting with that stubborn human.

"But you told me I'm going to die in two!" the man whines.

God, this human was so dramatic!

"If you stop, yes, if you come with me, maybe not."

The man looks at him with anger.

He is just an android, but after years on the field, he has learned how to detect some human emotions. They have this strange thing called "facial expressions" that sometimes he is able to read. What he doesn't understand is what humans call "tone".

Irony, sarcasm, amusement.

His internal program knows what they are but he is not able to identify them correctly. During the academy, when he trained with humans, they mocked him a lot of times. He knows they did but he never truly understood that.

Ha had a human partner once, a few years before.

He wasn't bad but it wasn't nice either. They just worked together, but Tommy Hagan was always too irrational and that got him killed. After that, he refused to have another human partner and he definitely didn't want another android as a companion, so he kept doing his job alone.

His trainer gave him a little nickname, years before. Lone Wolf. He liked that and he made an incision on his biceps with those words. Just like a human’s tattoo.

It's so small that it seems like a scratch, but to his advanced vision, the letters are perfectly clear.

It is his little dirty secret.

"Move. One step in front of the other.” he tries to coax the other man who keeps protesting loudly.

"If you bring me back they are going to kill me anyway, so why don't you leave me here dying an honorable death, stupid piece of junk?"

"I can't. I can't let a human being be hurt if I can prevent that. It's in my code."

"Fuck your stupid code. They are going to sentence me to death in any case. So let me rest, wait a couple of hours, and bring back my dead body! I'm sure they will give you a medal in any case!"

The android keeps his eyesight on the horizon, trying to guess how far the human outpost is and if he has enough energy to drag the man there.

"They don't give medals to androids. We just do our job, as it is expected." he replies without even looking at him.

"Can you tell me at least your fucking name? I'm Eddie Munson, at your service." the man says bowing and spitting some sand.

"I know. It's written on your wanted poster."

"Cool. Now can you tell me your name?" he smirks.

The android turns toward him, almost annoyed "I already told you, I'm a Standard Electronic Vehicle Evolution."

"You don't look like a fucking vehicle!"

"The early prototypes used to have wheels and their human partner could use them as a vehicle. I'm a newer model." He was built to help in police or military operations, it doesn’t matter that now he is more or less a hunter.

"And where is your partner?"

Oh, this human likes to talk. A lot. He knows two ways of making humans shout but the first is against his code.

"Dead."

"I'm sorry."

"It was years ago."

"I'm still sorry for your loss."

"I didn't lose anything. He died and I know perfectly well where he is." Tommy's body is buried under the central station, like all the other humans.

"Fucking android. Ok. So you have no name. Do you have a serial number at least?"

"Yes. STE2UTK7NQ."

"Ok. No. That's not working. Ste, uh? Can I call you Step?"

"Actually my creator called us S.T.E.V.E."

"Steve?"

"It’s an acronym for Standard Electronic Vehicle Evolution. We are all Steves."

"That doesn't sound really personal."

"Will you stop talking if I let you name me?" It's not a big deal. He has had names before. None did stick, but he can understand the difficulty of the human mind: humans need a name to identify things, so the android will let the man name him.

"What about Stevie?"

"Isn't that a nickname?"

"Yes."

"Close to my definition?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Ok. I don't mind. Now can you move?"

With a huge grumble, the human gets up and starts walking.

As the android suspected, he doesn’t shut up. Not even for a second.

He keeps talking and talking, even when the android tries to make him understand that he should save his strength, and when after the umpteenth time he falls and is unable to get up, the android is not surprised.

"It seems that our adventure came to an end, Stevie. I hope you find your way back home." he whispers, before passing out.

The android sighs, picking up the other man like a doll, and he keeps walking toward the human outpost.

[continue...]

#steddie #myfanfic #android au #I really can't write drabbles no matter how hard I try!#au gust 2023 #tumblr fic #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #writing challenge #android AU #Android Steve Harrington #Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson #medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #my fanfic

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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Fallish prompt: feysand trying to take Halloween pics of nyx inside a pumpkin but everything is going wrong.

A/N: I love this prompt more than legit anything. Thank you. Enjoy! T/W: none

"Come on, buddy," Feyre begged, staring at her son as he squirmed and squirmed without a care in the world.

They had already been at this for nearly half an hour and, at only nine months old, Nyx had already lasted way longer than Feyre had expected him to.

One good shot. That's all she needed. One good shot and then she would call it a day, preferably before Rhysand got home so she could surprise him with it. It was their first Halloween as a family of three and Feyre had made sure to document every first they'd be having. Later that night, once Rhysand was home from work, they'd be carving pumpkins. Even if Nyx wouldn't be directly participating, he'd be there, playing with the pumpkin goo.

She currently had her son plopped inside of a giant pumpkin, his legs sticking out of two holes that she had carved out earlier that morning during his post-breakfast nap. It looked like he was wearing pumpkin-pants, an idea that Feyre used to think was slightly overused, but now she thought it was the cutest damn idea that ever existed for a holiday photoshoot.

Babbling, Nyx leaned forward and started gnawing on the edge of the pumpkin, hiding his entire face. Again. With a sigh, Feyre dropped her phone and frowned. "Nyx. Hey buddy, look up here. Look at mommy."

"I'm looking at mommy and it's a hell of a show, I have to admit."

Feyre straightened and spun around from where she was hunched over, ass in the air, trying to get a picture from where Nyx was on the floor of their kitchen atop a blanket, sitting in his pumpkin.

"Nyx, however, looks ridiculous."

Feyre had no idea how long her husband had been standing at the threshold of the kitchen, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Judging from the gleam in his eye and the humor in his grin, it must have been longer than she wanted to admit.

"Don't let me interrupt," he added with a wink.

Feyre sighed. "First of all, he looks ridiculously cute, so don't hate. Secondly," she continued, rubbing her temples, "I'm about to give up because just wants to play with the pumpkin."

Rhysand pressed his lips together to contain his laughter. "You mean that the baby would rather play with the pumpkin rather than sit still and get his picture taken? Wow. The audacity."

Feyre swatted at him as he approached, wandering into the kitchen with his typical cockiness and ethereal beauty, both of which Feyre had found charming when they first started dating.

Now, three years into marriage, she still did.

Nyx giggled and clapped his hands, having heard Rhysand's voice and giving all of his attention to his daddy. Rhysand's smile softened as he walked to his son and knelt, kissing the top of his head. "Hi, buddy. I missed you today. Yes I did. I can't believe mommy put you into a pumpkin."

As if he thought it was hilarious, Nyx erupted into a fit of giggles once more. Rhysand continued his small talk in that voice that made Feyre fall in love with him all over again, and took a few small steps back before taking out his phone and snapping a few quick pictures. Nyx was smiling and looking at the camera in all of them.

Feyre couldn't decide whether to be ecstatic or pissed.

"Seriously?" she asked, as Rhysand rose to full height, picking Nyx up out of the pumpkin as he rose. The infant immediately snuggled into Rhysand with a yawn. "Do you know how long I've been trying to get that? You're here for two minutes and it's like magic."

Rhysand shrugged. "I have the magic touch."

Feyre just stared at him, bewildered, which made Rhysand laugh as he gave her a quick kiss. He said, "You're welcome."

As she looked at Nyx, every ounce of frustration disappeared. His eyes were already closed, his little hand gripping Rhysand's collar. He was his father's spitting image, right down to the violet eyes and the shape of his nose and thick hair as dark as night.

"I came home early so we could have more time to carve our pumpkins before it got too late, but it looks like Nyx got worn out," Rhysand said, quietly. "I'll put him to bed and then maybe you and me could find a way or two to waste a little time."

A grin slowly spread of Feyre's lips. "That shouldn't be too hard."

Rhysand wiggled his brows before disappearing around the corner. Once her little photoshoot arrangement was cleaned up, Feyre took Rhysand's phone off the counter and plopped down on the couch.

The pictures he took in a matter of seconds were too cute for words. Feyre was still staring at them when Rhysand came back down the stairs, out of his work clothes and into the comfort of his sweats, and sat down next to her. She crawled onto his lap and tossed his phone aside. "We made a cute kid."

"Yeah we did," he agreed quietly. "Wanna make another?"

Feyre laughed as he tackled her against the couch cushions and kissed her slowly.

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okkotsuus · 11 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ from me, to you

➥ @okkotsuus 500 milestone event

⠀ overview

hello, first of all, thank you so much for reaching this milestone with me; i couldn’t have done it without every single one of you! this truly means a lot to me, i never thought that anyone, much less over 500 people, would enjoy my writing at all.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

this event is going to consist of a little collection of mini-events! you will have three sections to choose from (you may participate in all of them, but some are single use, or mutual exclusive. it has been extended to last until july 1st, 2023

the first section will be a collection of prompts (creators will be credited), you will pair those up with a character and send it in an ask. i will then write it, to the best of my ability, and publish this answered ask. you may participate in this section with no limit (to the extent of reason).

the second section will be match-ups. for this you have three request formats: you can either send me a little blurb about yourself (hobbies, likes, dislikes, etc), send me pictures of yourself (piccrew or pictures of an oc/self-insert will work perfectly. if you send me actual selfies then i will not post them in the ask, so please leave an @/ so i can tag you with, nobody but me will ever see those pictures.), or you can do both! for this you will select a fandom, that i write for, and send that with the information. you may participate in this section once, mutuals may participate twice.

the third section is love letters, this is mutual exclusive. i recommend you go through the match-ups for this one. if you have received your match-up(s), then i will write from them. if you did not get a match up or wish to have your letter from a different character; then please send the character. it would be great if you could also provide a little blurb about yourself like the match-up one. mutuals will be able to participate in this once.

⠀ rules

above is a brief overview of each event and their most important rules, here will be a more deep dive into the specifics.

⠀↳- section one: prompts -༉‧₊˚✧

⠀you may participate in this section as many times as you wish.

⠀each request may include: once character and up to two prompts.

⠀you may include a vague description of what you’d like to see, but do not get too specific (it gives me writer’s block).

⠀please do not include the following in your request(s): race, gender, physical body, culture, one-shot length, etc.

⠀you may request on or off anon.

⠀↳- section two: match-ups -༉‧₊˚✧

⠀you may participate in this event once, mutuals may participate twice (please send them in different asks).

⠀in your request you must include the following: the fandom (jjk, bllk, hsr, or tokyorev), and something about you (a little blurb, pics/piccrews, or both).

⠀if you include an actual picture of yourself, you have to leave some way for me to tag you (off anon or include an @/), i will not post the ask that has your pictures in it and only i will ever see them.

⠀mutuals may additionally request a drabble, headcanon, or timestamp with their mat-up(s).

⠀↳- section three: love letters -༉‧₊˚✧

⠀this event is exclusive to mutuals, they may participate up to one time.

⠀if you went through match-ups, i will default to that unless you request otherwise. if you got two match-ups, then you must choose which one you want your letter from.

⠀if you choose not to use your match-up, then you must specify the character and fandom you want in your request.

⠀if you did not go through match-ups, please send information equivalent to the one that you must in match-ups, regardless of the fact that you are choosing your character.

⠀you may choose if you want this sent to you publicly (an answered ask on my blog), or privately (dms, discord, google doc, etc).

⠀ template

these are a set of example templates you may use for each section. you do not have to use these, but if you are struggling or just want to make sure you have anything: please use these freely as reference!

⠀↳- section one: prompts -༉‧₊˚✧

“i would like to request (character) from (fandom) with (prompt 1) [if second prompts: and (prompt 2)].”

ex. “can i request nagi from blue lock with angst #5 and angst #7?”

⠀↳- section two: match-ups -༉‧₊˚✧

“i would like to request a match-up for (fandom), here are the details about me: (information/pictures/piccrew/etc).”

ex. “can i request a tokyo revengers match-up, (blah, blah, im so seggsy, blah, blah)?”

⠀↳- section three: love letters -༉‧₊˚✧

“i would like to request a love letter from (match-up choice).”

ex. “can i request a love letter from my jjk match-up?”

“i would like to request a love letter from (character) in (fandom). (information/pictures/piccrews/etc).”

ex. “can i request a love letter from nagi in blue lock, (blah, blah, im so seggsy, blah, blah)?”

⠀ prompt list

this is the list of prompts that can be used for section one, it is very extensive; which is why it is placed last here. all of these prompts come from @mcflymemes , throughout these posts: post-break up , quotes to a lover pt2 , most romantic lines , forbidden love , and sleepover prompts .

⠀ ↳- fluff -༉‧₊˚✧

my heart beats faster when you take my hand.

you know it's you i want.

when i'm with you, the only place i want to be is closer.

this feels better than any dream.

i fall for your smile every single time.

it's so beautiful when you smile.

i knew from the moment i saw you.

over everything, i choose you.

no one compares to you.

i long to hold you in my arms.

i was your exception.

if i had a camera, i'd take a picture of you every single day.

you should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

you are beautiful without knowing it.

anyone who has seen your smile has known perfection.

all i want is to deserve you. tell me what to do. i’ll do anything you say.

it has made me better loving you.

i find myself choosing you, more and more every day.

i believe in you completely.

you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.

the first time ever i saw your face, i thought the sun rose in your eyes.

you are, and always have been, my dream.

i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night.

come near now, and kiss me.

it’s always better when we’re together.

in your smile i see something more beautiful than the stars.

when i saw you i fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

you complete me.

i think i’d miss you even if we never met.

i never want to stop making memories with you.

every time i see you, i fall in love all over again.

this isn't a crush. this is love.

you make me happy. that's all that matters.

⠀ ↳- angst -༉‧₊˚✧

i never stopped thinking about you.

i didn't realize how good i had it until you were gone.

what we had was perfect.

i should have begged you to stay.

after all this time? really?

i made a lot of mistakes. i said things i wish i could take back.

i'm not giving up on what we had.

you were really one in a million.

i never fell out of love with you.

you were so good to me, and i blew it.

i really messed things up, didn't i?

i wish i could take it all back.

i've always loved you. always.

nothing feels right since you left.

the sight of you leaving is burned into my brain.

you sound like you're still in love with me.

i never moved on. not for a minute.

it was always you.

that didn't change how i feel.

i'll be better this time. i've learned from my mistakes.

you think you can just walk back into my life and act like nothing happened?

maybe i'm still in love with you.

you're everything to me. you always have been.

i missed you. more than you know.

you weren't there for me when i needed you.

do you still love me?

we both made mistakes.

i never want to let you go. not again.

when you fall in love, it is a temporary madness.

where have you been? i didn't think you were coming.

i waited up all night for you.

you're worth fighting for.

i don't know how much more of this i can take.

i'm not giving up on us.

i saw your letter.

i thought you weren't coming.

you'll see me again. i promise.

do you believe in true love?

i can't keep doing this.

am i worth fighting for?

i've been in love with you all this time.

maybe someday, we'll be together.

i don't know how much more my heart can take.

i'm not ashamed of loving you.

⠀ ↳- suggestive -༉‧₊˚✧

i'm in my bed, you're in your bed. one of us is in the wrong place.

i shouldn't want you this bad.

i wanted your kiss to leave a mark. that's how i knew i loved you.

i want to feel your skin. i want to breathe you in.

let go of your inhibitions.

i always want more with you.

i don't want comfortable. i want passion.

when it comes to you, i don't like to share.

the proof will be my body.

i want you in the worst way.

my passion for you is intoxicating.

i get carried away when i'm with you.

i want someone who will kiss me like it's the only thing keeping me alive.

that does something to me.

i’ve hungered for your touch.

we kiss like we invented it.

you're being too loud! someone will hear!

you should stay here. i don't mind.

i'll take the couch, and you can have my bed.

don't be serious. i'll take the couch.

would it be all right if i stayed the night?

i'll stay on my side of the bed if you stay on yours.

bad news. the room's only got one bed.

i'll just sleep on the floor.

you should stay like this.

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#from me to you 500 #reblogs are appreciated 🩷#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

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clusterbuck · 2 years

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Tying your lover’s tie prompt if you’re so inspired 💙🦛

5x18 spec but the idealised universe wishlist kind that’s also kind of another take on a 5x17 coda? idk it got away from me a little

(i know they’re not wearing ties in the bts pics and some details were sniped by the bt bones sneak peek just let me live)

my hands are shaking from holding back from you

2.5k, T, ao3 link

Three weeks later, Hen and Karen renew their wedding vows.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent twenty-one nights in Eddie’s bed and approximately nineteen of them extremely aware that Eddie’s bed might be the only place in life he ever wants to be. That he wants to fall into Eddie’s bed at the end of the day and not have to concentrate on keeping his limbs separate from Eddie’s, which seems pointless anyway since they wake up every morning curled into each other.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent approximately eighty per cent of his time berating himself for taking this long to notice that he is ass over teakettle in love with his best friend.

So now Hen and Karen are renewing their wedding vows, and Buck is—Buck is a lot of things, but he’s mostly worried about the concept of Eddie in a suit.

Buck is, after all, only one man. He’s a little worried it might be too much for him to handle.

send me an intimate romance prompt!

The day Jonah goes after Chimney and Hen is the last day Buck will ever set foot in his loft, but he doesn’t know it at the time.

The end of the day finds him at Chimney’s apartment, tickling Jee-Yun's belly with one hand and holding his phone in the other, staring down at it and trying to figure out whether he’s in the process of talking himself into or out of calling Eddie.

Into, because his head is full of thoughts tripping over each other at the speed of light, and every time he manages to catch one it makes him so angry he wants to throw things. So angry he probably would, if not for the baby half-asleep next to him. Into, because he feels like a piece of driftwood battered about by the sea, and Eddie’s always been good at bringing him to shore.

Out of, because it’s late and Eddie’s an hour ahead of him anyway, and Eddie’s been travelling and needs his sleep. Out of, because Eddie’s just spent twenty-four uninterrupted hours with his parents for the first time in years and he probably has more important things to worry about than the fact that Buck’s longest-ever relationship is in the process of imploding.

He doesn’t have to make the decision, in the end, because Eddie calls him. Buck figures it’s because he wants to bitch about his parents and makes it halfway through his half-hearted question before Eddie cuts him off with a snort.

“That’s not why I called, Buck,” he says, the same kind of fond exasperation in his voice as when Buck tries to leave his house before dinner. His don’t be stupid, Buck voice, the one tinged with just enough affection that Buck can’t ever bring himself to get annoyed about the stupid part. “I saw your girlfriend on tv.”

Even through the phone, Buck can hear the way Eddie’s mouth curves around the word girlfriend like it’s sharp. Spiky. Like a landmine on his tongue.

“Yeah, well,” Buck says. “That is definitely a thing that happened.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck says, “It’s just—”

He then proceeds to rant about it for another seventeen minutes.

“But you don’t want to talk about it,” Eddie says, and the slight laugh hidden behind his words travels down the phone and settles between Buck’s ribs, holding him afloat.

“Shut up,” Buck mutters. He’s quiet for a moment, then: “I have to break up with her, don’t I?”

“Do you want to break up with her?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Buck says, immediate, and tries not to think about how the word feels like relief. “I—yeah. I think maybe I did anyway.”

“Living together not all it’s cracked up to be?”

“Do you think it’s possible to love someone but not really like them?” Buck asks instead of answering.

Eddie huffs. “You remember where I am right now, right?” Then he sighs. “But I figure it’s probably different when it’s family.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Yeah, it probably is.”

So the next day he goes back to his loft, a speech for breaking up with Taylor prepared and ready to go, but Taylor stands in the doorway and doesn’t let him in. And Buck had been prepared for a screaming match, but all that’s left is quiet resignation. Like it’s a done deal. Which—is probably fair, he thinks. He’d probably be resigned, too, if he’d gotten the kind of voicemails he’d left Taylor last night.

Buck wonders if maybe he should kick Taylor out—it was his apartment first, after all—but it seems like a lot of effort for an apartment that’s never felt like more than a place to sleep and store his things. So he mutters something about figuring out details about the apartment later and turns on his heel, on autopilot down the hall and into his jeep and down the roads he knows like the back of his hand. He lets himself into Eddie’s house, and the relieved breath he draws feels like his first real one all day.

It’s only early afternoon, but exhaustion weighs on Buck like rocks piling upon his shoulders. Just an hour or two, he thinks. He has time to nap for an hour or two before he needs to pick Eddie and Christopher up from the airport. Eddie doesn’t know he’s coming, but Buck can already imagine the pleased sort of surprise that will spread across his face when Eddie spots him.

Only he stretches out on Eddie’s bed and closes his eyes, and the next thing he knows he’s blinking them open in the hazy half-darkness of twilight and the bed is shifting from the weight of someone sitting on it.

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie says, and when Buck manages to get his eyes all the way open he sees Eddie’s soft smile, the one he’s pretty sure only he and Christopher have ever seen.

“Fuck,” Buck groans. “I was gonna—”

“Hey,” Eddie says. “If I could pick between airport pickup and this, I would pick this every time.”

Buck doesn’t think he’s awake enough to start picking apart whatever that might mean. “You could have had both,” he mumbles instead. “This is the closest thing I have to a home right now.”

“My bed?” Eddie asks.

“Whole house,” Buck says. “We didn’t—Taylor and I didn’t talk about what to do about the loft, but I’m gonna give it to her. She doesn’t have a you.”

“No one does,” Eddie says. “No one but you.”

“No,” Buck agrees. “So—I can stay here? For—”

“For as long as you need,” Eddie interrupts. “You know that.”

“Yeah,” Buck mumbles. “I know.”

“You do have to move over, though,” Eddie says. “You only get to sleep in my bed if you make room for me.”

It seems fair enough, Buck thinks as he drifts back into sleep.

Three weeks later, Hen and Karen renew their wedding vows.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent approximately eighty per cent of his time berating himself for taking this long to notice that he is ass over teakettle in love with his best friend.

So now Hen and Karen are renewing their wedding vows, and Buck is—Buck is a lot of things, but he’s mostly worried about the concept of Eddie in a suit.

Buck is, after all, only one man. He’s a little worried it might be too much for him to handle.

He’s spent the past three weeks adjusting to exactly how badly he wants to put his mouth on Eddie. And his hands. And his—

The point is, after three weeks he’s getting pretty good at controlling himself around the versions of Eddie he sees every day. Eddie in his uniform, the fabric stretching tight over his shoulders and his ass; Eddie in his turnouts, still preening a little every time he pulls the suspenders on now that he’s back on active duty. Eddie at home, soft and unguarded in sweats and well-worn henleys; Eddie, first thing in the morning, rubbing sleep from his eyes with his hair sticking every which way. These are versions he’s used to, as much as anyone can ever be used to the vision that is Eddie Diaz.

But he hasn’t built up an immunity to Eddie in a suit. He hasn’t seen Eddie in a suit since—he’s not sure he ever has, actually. So Buck just wants it known for the record that in the event he loses his entire mind, it’s not his fault. It’s the suit.

Eddie’s standing in front of the hallway mirror muttering to himself, and Buck can’t tear his eyes away from the lines of his shoulders, the close cut of his suit pants. It takes him a moment to realise that the smooth rippling of Eddie’s arms is because he’s trying to tie his tie, and that the muttering consists mainly of swearwords.

“Hey,” Buck says, stepping closer. “Need a hand?”

“I need Windsor knots to be less fucking complicated,” Eddie says.

Buck rolls his eyes. “Here, let me do it.”

“I can tie my own tie, Buck.”

“Can you?” Buck asks, gesturing at the tie Eddie is clutching.

“In theory,” Eddie says.

“Well, let me do it in practice,” Buck says. “Or we’re gonna be late in a second. Chris is all but sitting in the car honking for us.”

“Fine,” Eddie grumbles. He turns as if to face Buck, but Buck grabs his shoulders and positions him back in front of the mirror, moving to stand behind him.

“I only know how to do it this way,” Buck says, reaching around him. Eddie stands still in the circle of his arms, and when Buck speaks he can see goosebumps rise on Eddie’s skin where the exhale from his words brushes past.

Buck works quickly, carefully, trying to focus all of his attention on his hands and not on the fact that if he just turned his head a little his lips would meet Eddie’s cheek. If he shifted his weight the slightest bit forward, the fly of his pants would press against Eddie’s ass.

Yeah, he’s trying to keep his mind off that one.

The moment lasts a lifetime and it’s over before it even begins, and Buck briefly entertains the idea of messing it up and redoing it just to stand here a few seconds more. But the longer he stands here, the more tempted he is to throw caution to the wind and press his lips to the side of Eddie’s throat, and that’s a line he won’t be able to uncross.

So he adjusts the knot, tugs on Eddie’s collar to make sure the points are even, and takes a step back.

In front of him, Eddie exhales, like maybe he’s been holding his breath.

“Okay, good to go,” Buck says, his voice only the tiniest bit shaky. “We should—”

He’s interrupted by a honk from outside, and Eddie huffs a laugh. “I thought you were kidding about the honking.”

Buck shrugs. “I gave him the keys, he made his own decisions.”

“I feel like you should have seen this coming.”

“Maybe,” Buck grins. “But come on, we should go before he gets carried away and the neighbours complain.”

“He gets that from you,” Eddie mutters. “I didn’t raise him to be obnoxious like that.”

Buck snorts, even as warmth spreads through him. “Sure you didn’t.”

Eddie grins. “No comment.”

Eddie’s fucking with him. Eddie has to be fucking with him, because Buck can’t think of a single other good reason for anything Eddie is doing right now.

It starts the second they take their seats for the vow renewal ceremony. Christopher sits between them, and Eddie stretches his arm out along the back of Christopher’s chair. Then his fingers brush Buck’s arm. It’s light at first, barely there, so brief Buck almost thinks he imagines it. But then it happens again, and when Buck whirls around to look at him, Eddie quirks the corner of his mouth into half a smile.

It starts there, and it keeps going, like Eddie’s magnetised and Buck is the pole. Eddie’s never more than a few feet away from him, touching him more often than not. It’s an arm pressed against his when they lean against the bar together, a knee brushing his thigh under the table when they sit down for dinner. It’s Eddie going to the bar and bringing back drinks for both of them, and Eddie standing behind his chair, resting his forearms on Buck’s shoulders and leaning over him to talk to Maddie when he comes back instead of just taking his seat.

Buck looks up, craning his head back to look at Eddie. From his vantage point he can’t see much, just the jut of his chin, the tip of his nose and the occasional flash of hair. Then Eddie looks down at him, leaning back a little so Buck can see his face, and it’s upside down but Buck’s pretty sure that’s Eddie’s Buck-and-Christopher smile.

Buck opens his mouth to ask a question—he’s not sure which question, exactly, but it’s probably somewhere in the neighbourhood of what the fuck—but the music that’s playing shifts into a song that Buck recognises from Eddie’s kitchen playlist, and Eddie’s face splits into a grin.

“Hey,” he says, his fingertips tapping out the beat on Buck’s sternum. “Come dance with me.”

And what’s Buck going to do, say no? Of course he follows Eddie out onto the makeshift dance floor. Eddie takes his hand, and Buck’s only ever seen Eddie doing something Christopher calls dad dancing but this is definitely not that. This is Eddie moving fluidly in time with the song. This is Eddie’s hips rolling and Eddie’s hand settling on Buck’s waist, pulling him closer, until their bodies are pressed together and Buck moves along with Eddie. This is Eddie’s breath warm against Buck’s ear and the slight scruff along Eddie’s jawline scraping against Buck’s cheek, and this is Buck about to lose his entire mind.

“Eddie—” he manages to say, trying very hard to keep his voice level and not too breathy. “Eddie, what are you—”

“What am I doing?” Eddie asks, a glint in his eye, and Buck nods.

“I’m testing a theory,” Eddie says.

Buck frowns. “What’s your theory?”

“This,” Eddie says, whisper-soft. There’s a moment, and then Eddie leans in and his lips meet Buck’s. He’s stunned into stillness for one heartbeat, two, then Buck’s hand comes up to cup Eddie’s jaw and the other one clutches the tie he’d tied for Eddie earlier. He’s probably pulling it askew, but Eddie’s mouth is soft on his, warm, insistent and gentle all at once, and Eddie tastes a little like the champagne they’ve been drinking and a lot like home, and the tie doesn’t really seem important in the midst of all that.

“Accurate,” Buck murmurs when Eddie pulls away, breathing hard, going only far enough to rest his forehead against Buck’s. Music is still playing, something slower, now, and Buck isn’t sure whether they’re swaying in time to the song or the beat of their intertwined hearts.

“What?” Eddie asks, eyebrows furrowing.

“Your theory,” Buck says. “I don’t know, is accurate the right word? Are theories accurate? Should it be correct?”

“We can look it up later,” Eddie promises, ducking in for a quick kiss that turns into two, three.

Buck snatches one more, then: “Eddie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie says, running his thumb along Buck’s cheekbone.

“Will you take me home?”

Eddie grins, the bright kind of smile that’s been Buck’s north star for longer than he even knows how to count. “Yeah, Buck,” he says. “Let’s go home.”

(Later, once they get home and put Christopher to bed, Buck unties Eddie’s tie. It’s a lot more fun that way.)

#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #ask emma #emma writes #hippolotamus

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day 3

Summary: Max and you had been married for 12 years but after stressful years in his company that left you, frankly a little neglected you decide it's time to spice things up, hacking into his outlook calendar to make sure he had time for you every single day through out October.

Pairing: Modern!Maxwell Lord x Wife!Reader

Wordcount: 493

Rating: E

Masterlist Kinktober 2022

Prompt List by @absurdthirst

Today it was your turn.

Max had read everything about wax play he could find in the last days and bought a variety of candles. You had originally blocked three hours this afternoon but you both had decided to take the half day off, leaving you here now, laying naked on your bed and Max in just his boxers lighting the candles.

“Now it makes sense why you got that bikini wax. You want me to put some on your pussy, don’t you?” he asked, his hand cupping your almost embarrassingly wet cunt, making you moan.

“Baby please…” you whined and he smiled.

“Already begging, and we haven’t even started yet,” he reached for the first candle, a red one, he had lighted.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded eagerly at him.

You moaned when the first drops of hot wax hit your tummy. He dripped a line from your tummy between your tits up to your collarbone, making you shiver.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“So good,” you whined.

“Let’s see if I can make it feel even better…” he hummed, reaching for another candle, purple this time. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see where it would hit next, moaning when you felt a hot drop hit your left nipple. And then another, and another, and another…

You bit your lip and he stopped. You opened your eyes, looking up at him

“Don’t hold back baby, I wanna hear you,” he said and you nodded.

He continued on your other breast, dropping big hot drops of wax on your nipples before he painted both of your tits completely in wax.

“You look so pretty like this,” he said and you opened your eyes. You were sure you were dripping on the mattress by now (pun intended)

“Take a picture, it'll last longer,” you said quietly.

“Can I?” he asked. You nodded. He set the candle down, walking to the dresser where his phone was. You tried to look seductively when he snapped some pics, but failed miserably, laughing at him.

“I think we’re ready to try this on your pretty pussy, what do you say baby?” he asked.

“Yes please,” you nodded, parting your legs. He let wax drop onto your inner thighs. You were more sensitive there, and you whimpered.

“Close your eyes,” he hummed and you did without hesitation.

You jumped when a drop of wax hit your pussy, moaning loudly. Max didn’t stop, hot wax dripping in between your legs, making you struggle to keep still.

“Such a good girl for me,” you heard him say just before something dropped on your clit, making you cry out.

“That feels so good baby,” you moaned and he stopped just before you felt his lips on your thigh.

Your eyes fluttered open seeing him look up at you between your thighs with dark eyes.

“I’m taking more pictures,” he hummed, “And then I’ll try making you cum like this.”

#my fic #kinktober #Maxwell lord x fem. reader #maxwell lord #Pedro pascal #max lord #max lord x fem. reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #Drabble #prompt

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centrally-unplanned · 1 year

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I have a particular affection for the ways non-cultural designs & choices can create cultural artifacts. Anyone remember ToHeart2?

An ero visual novel coming in at the tail end of the VN era Tokimeki Memorial ushered in 1994 and Kanon crystalized in 1999, it was released in December of 2004 and was the ‘it’ game of its genre for the next year. It got an anime release in 2005, spin-off games, OVA’s, drama CD’s, the works. It was really big at Comiket in the next year, selling ‘image CDs’ of risque art, promotional manga, and a…car billboard?

ToHeart2 did not last though. Its known among visual novel fans for sure, but it's currently ranked #609th on Visual Novel Database in popularity - totally respectable, but no one is recommending it today as the “oh you gotta play this” game and if you aren’t into visual novels it is not coming up in your day-to-day anime-fandom conversations the way Clannad or Doki Doki Literature Club is. It had its era and the fandom moved on, like almost any other property.

But I bet way more people have encountered it than they know, because something else was released pretty much right after ToHeart2 was, in May of 2005 to be precise:

Oh yeah, this is that kind of essay. Danbooru is the original ‘successor’ to the 2ch-style imageboards that was art-first, non-hierarchical, and easily searchable, making it absolutely perfect for porn. The style quickly swept the competition and for a while Danbooru, and its architecture-clones like Gelbooru, ruled the hentai roost on the internet. If it's the year 2010 and you want some pics of Asuka in a school uniform stepping on you, Danbooru was your very first stop.

How you found those pictures is important here; Danbooru is 99% of the time used via searching for tags. Those who don’t have an account - aka most users - can only search by two tags, so you do the best you can; to take the above prompt you go “soryuu_asuka_langley stepped_on” and bam:

Only 4 results, are you kidding me?? Jesus get it together ero artists, some low hanging fruit here. Let's go with something more popular:

There we go, “red_hair school_uniform”, that is more like it. Okay, so sometimes you want Sailor Pluto + Zettai Ryuoiki or bust and you are gonna get what you are gonna get with those search terms, but other times you are exploring, you wanna see what you will find, any red-head will do, and you get this absolute sea of results. What are your options for navigating it?

Pretty…basic, right? And you can’t easily narrow down your search, you only get two search terms. So you do what comes natural, you look at each page, select out images you like, and hit next. But that is…a lot of pages, you aren’t going to read them all.

A funny thing about UI design is that if a button exists, humans are going to press it. We are just inherently curious, we want to try things. And this UI essentially gives us three buttons: “First”, “Next”, and ….“Last”, in this case Page 43654. So as you are building your stache of auburn-topped white button-ups, you are gonna click Page 1, then Page 2, then Page 3…and at some point your curiosity will get the better of you, and you are gonna click Last

And the posts are organized chronologically by order of submission. You get it now, right?

For large searches, which the two-tag cap encourages users to do, Danbooru’s UI gives you the option of showing you the *latest* posts…and the *first posts ever submitted to Danbooru*. If its 2013 you are not gonna stumble on anything from 2008 without actively looking for it, but there is always a button flashing in your face to show you every post from 2005.

When ToHeart2 was the most popular ero game around.

As you can bet Danbooru on opening day was flooded with ToHeart2 images. It generated so much content applicable to this site concept too - it's a split path harem game! Look at these girls:

You got your big titty red-head, white-haired soft kuudere, your lolis your genki’s, this is the OVA so it isn’t even all of them; option coverage is the point of these games. And it clocks in at, help me out here VNDB…

55 hours are you fucking kidding me?! This is the Anna Karenina of visual novels, this work is someone’s magnum opus, my god. Point is it had a lot of art - and you add in the anime, the Comiket CD’s, the promotionals, the manga, the doujin, its a lot. Wait, I don’t have to guess:

Its 6.2k images worth of ecchi art as of today. Every single ‘basic category’ search term people would commonly use had some ToHeart2 character in it, stored at the back of the history log. Far beyond its popularity as a visual novel, due to the inherent UI design of the site, anime fans got all the ToHeart2 porn they could handle just organically. And as time went on the ‘gap’ in between today and 2005 grew, cementing this little cultural artifact in place. Obviously other works from 2005 got similarly cemented, ToHeart2 is just the most prominent one to me.

I love how some of them have their context just buried in there too, like this one I pulled from the site:

This is the cover of a Comiket 70 doujin collection - actually a mix of characters, not ToHeart2-specific - by doujin group Spread-Pink, a talented group; something the median non-Japanese searcher saving this to their hard drive would have no clue about. Here is a link to the full doujin, it has Haruhi SOS Brigade propaganda, absolutely choice. This is of course a trait inherent to a lot of the older art on the internet - so much of it was taken, often without attribution or with edits, from random professional-adjacent works and repurposed into the context the internet needed it to be. Today the internet of Japan & the West is way more merged, and tracing back an image is way easier, but in the early days it was anarchy, and so early Danbooru is full of that, in comparison to the modern uploads.

And yes I cropped the image here, but it was for sizing purposes I swear, don’t judge me, the full one is in the link!

I do have one more reveal before I wrap this up, however - I have been lying to you. I doctored that Danbooru screenshot up there, because that isn’t how the search in Danbooru looks today. It looks like this:

Yup, the Last Page button is gone. I pulled a screenshot from the Wayback Machine for the edit, I am not sure when it vanished but I think it is sometime around 2015? Now this phenomenon lasted longer than that - at that time Danbooru clone Gelbooru had grown to higher popularity due to ease of use but imported all of Danbooru’s content including its chronology meta-data when it was made in 2007, and it kept the button. Gelbooru grew to such sizes that in the late 2010’s however, if you try to hit Last Page on a large enough search, you get:

Alas, a pagination cut-off (unless you upgrade your account, which is like paying for WinRAR).

So this isn’t a present cultural artifact, but a past one - a generation of internet users for a decade+ had privileged access to the ToHeart2 Hentai Collection, but in the 2020’s it's gone now, lowered down to equality with every other historical work. Alas ToHeart2, your reign was brief but beautiful, and may we all hope for an elysian future where Danbooru re-implements the Last Page button and your rule is restored.

#anime essay #history of the internet #meta-hentai #toheart2

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Omg, those physical intimacy prompts are all so so good!! How am I supposed to choose one for you to write *insert actual display pic*

So imma be greedy and ask for 1) nose bops and 2) hugs that last longer than they should xD

Thankies and Happy Fest :D

Hello!

Here's your prompt fill for 'hugs that last longer than they should.' I tried to fit nose boops in here, but it seemed Too Much, and I also have a different idea for it.

Posted under the cut and on AO3. You might prefer reading it there as it's quite long (1326 words - I couldn't help myself).

Anyway, here it is! Enjoy 💖

put your arms around me (i'm shitfaced).

“Oh, I’m absolutely trolleyed,” groans Q, holding his head as he approaches his front door. Maybe if he keeps it steady enough, his brain with all its stupid thoughts will stay in his head, and he won’t say anything embarrassing.

Why did Bond have to be the one to get him home? As if the ramifications of drinking tequila with Moneypenny weren’t going to be torturous enough. He’s over thirty. His hangovers last two days. In fact, realistically, this one’s likely to last three. Doesn’t that seem like enough punishment without throwing James bloody Bond into the mix?

“I’d noticed,” says Bond conspiratorially.

He’s got his arm around Q’s waist now. It’s the size of a fucking tree branch. Ridiculous. How did they even get like that? He’s never once seen Bond use the gym, and surely it takes, what? About six hours a day lifting weights and doing that thing where you make the ropes move until they’re all squiggly—

“Battle ropes,” answers Bond, moving Q through the door like he weighs nothing. “Would you believe me if I said the job is exercise enough?”

“Absolutely not, don’t bullshit — oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. Did I say all that out loud?”

“Some of it. Did you not mean to?” Bond asks, looking far too amused. Q would be annoyed at it, but he really has got a very nice smile. The smile gets wider as soon as Q thinks it, and, oh, he’s going to stop thinking now, lest he say anything else that’ll have him handing in his resignation on Monday.

“Christ,” Bond laughs, “that last mission would have gone a lot easier if the target was this much of a lightweight.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Bond snorts. He deposits Q on the couch and disappears to the kitchen. “Not so witty when you’re blasted, are you?”

“You try being witty after six tequila shots.”

“Three at the most, surely,” Bond teases, handing Q a glass of water. “Though, to be fair, you were probably seeing double by then.”

Q gulps half the water in one go.

“You got there late, too,” he says around a silent hiccup. “You didn’t see the amount of drink Eve foisted on me before the shots.”

“Poured it down your throat, did she? Gave you absolutely no chance to refuse them?”

Q flaps out an annoyed hand in Bond’s direction. God, he hates when people make sensible arguments when he’s drunk. He hates it even more when they’ve got a stupid little smirk and sparkly blue eyes and a very nice shirt that’s got not one but two top buttons undone—

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Um, what?”

Bond rolls his eyes. “I want to make sure you don’t give yourself a concussion trying to get to bed.”

“Oh,” Q’s face is aflame. He hopes the alcohol making up half his bloodstream is a good enough excuse for it. “Upstairs.”

“All right. Finish your water, and I’ll help you up.”

“I don’t need help—” Q stumbles as he gets up from the couch. One of his traitorous little cats is right at his feet. "Oh, you twat!"

“Clearly. Come on.” Bond’s arm is back on Q’s waist as he guides him towards the staircase.

“I didn't mean that Marvin. You're not a twat, you're a darling.”

“Of course your cat’s named Marvin.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s paranoid,” mumbles Q, distracted by trying to make his feet work on the stairs.

Goodness, he really should give his cats more credit. They do this with four legs every day, bounding up and down like it’s nothing when it’s clearly extremely difficult. And toddlers! How on earth do they manage with their ungainly, chubby little legs? Oh, he really must call in and see the old 004 sometime. He can’t believe she’s got a baby now. Every agent should be able to retire and have babies. Or not, if that’s not what they want. Babies or fur babies, or furless babies. Whatever, they should all be able to retire and drink a million shots of tequila with Moneypenny and die because that’s what’s going to happen to Q if these stairs don’t ever come to a fucking end.

“God, you’re nothing but dead weight,” grunts Bond as they topple over the last. Q apologises, straightening up. The last of the journey to the bedroom is uneventful, and Bond looks around approvingly at Q’s decor before trying to manoeuvre him into his bed. They are right at the edge of it when Q feels an overwhelming urge to do something stupid.

“Wait, Bond.”

“What?” Bond’s still got his hand at Q’s waist.

Q shouldn’t, but Bond’s been so lovely and patient, and Q knows he won’t blab to anyone about this, except maybe Moneypenny, but he’ll likely be blabbing to her himself, so...

Q hugs him.

Bond’s arms settle around his back, warm and heavy. They squeeze with just the right amount of tightness to make Q sigh. Naturally, Bond is an excellent hugger. It’s unfair. People as good-looking and intelligent as him should at least have the decency to be bad at something. But no, he feels delightful pressed up against Q. And it's been a while since Q’s had a hug like this — a full-body affair that makes you want to weep with the comfort of it.

One of Bond’s hands plays with the curls at the nape of Q’s neck, and at some point, Q thinks — though he might already be dreaming — he feels Bond press a light kiss to the side of his neck.

He lost all sense of time about hours ago, so he can’t say how long they stay like that. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to end, which is foolish. So foolish, because all things end, especially when James Bond is involved.

“Q,” Bond’s soft, deep voice in his ear brings him back to alertness.

“Hm? Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But I think you’re falling asleep.”

“Am I? Ah. That’s embarrassing.”

“More for me, I’d say.” He manhandles Q into bed with a soft smile. “I’ll do a better job of keeping you awake next time.”

“Presumptuous,” says Q. Or he thinks he says it. It’s probably little more than a useless set of consonants.

Bond laughs, pulling the blanket over him and patting Q’s hip like it’s all a job well done. “Goodnight, Q.”

“‘Night, James.”

In the morning, he wakes with more pressure in his head than the Marianas Trench. Of course, there’s also the embarrassment stinging at him like a physical thing. It’s too monumental to deal with, so he spends ten minutes cringing under his pillow before finally convincing himself to sit up. When he does, he finds a bottle of water on his bedside table, accompanied by a brand new packet of ibuprofen and a note with absolutely terrible handwriting. With his headache pounding at his brow, it takes Q whole, seemingly endless, minutes to decipher it.

Nipped out to get breakfast. Bringing back a full English, so I hope you’re not vegan. J.

Q laughs. It makes his whole brain hurt, but he doesn’t give a shit; he laughs until he snorts. Relieved beyond belief, he downs some ibuprofen and guzzles the entire bottle of water before he goes to have a shower. The water doesn’t even make a dent in his dehydration levels, which feels like the cruellest hit this morning has dealt him. Still, he feels he can deal better with it now that the crippling mortification has lessened a bit.

In truth, none of his usual hangover cures work quite so well as the knowledge that Bond is likely downstairs flipping bacon and sausages in Q’s tiny, cluttered kitchen. It’s an image Q can’t wait to see in reality, and he speeds through his shower to ensure he doesn’t miss it.

He wonders if he’ll get another hug. Maybe. Hopefully.

Last night’s didn’t feel long enough.

#00q #00q fic #my fic #007 fest #007 fest 2022 #teamcivilian

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