#(i don't know the name of the other guy sorry)

[yanderedrabbles]

This is a thought I’ve had ever since i read your yandere outlaws story: what if you (try to) run away with one of the outlaws…could you even do that…. Would the poor guy even survive if you two get caught

Which of the yandere outlaws would run away with you?

CW: noncon, violence, knife play

You can't exactly ask the boss to run away with you. He's got responsibilities, authority. His men rely on him. If he wasn't the boss though? Yeah, in that case his loyalty would stretch very far at all.

The gunslingers absolutely would. But is it really a good idea? Without the boss around, there's no one keeping them in check. How much tighter will their grip be, with no one to scold them for the bruises?

They're the type to make you earn their help, and then force you to keep paying off that favour for the rest of your life.

"Mighty dangerous thing you're askin' pretty."

"How you gonna compensate us for our trouble?"

The wrangler absolutely wouldn't. Which is a real pity, since he's probably the only one with the skills to evade tracking. But he's also loyal to a fault.

"I wish I could beauty, but there are some debts that can never be repaid."

The kid, hmm. Yes. Maybe. It depends on how much time they give him. The outlaws know he's still soft, so I don't think they'll leave him alone with you for too long. He's young and guilty. You can definitely manipulate him.

"I'll...I'll do it. Just don't tell anyone, 'kay?"

The second in command, the man who claims to love you. You'd think all it would take is batting your pretty eyes and asking him to take you away from all this. And you'd be partly right. If it was any other gang, he'd be gone with you by morning.

But despite all their flaws, these outlaws are his brothers. He owes the boss his loyalty.

He's also a practical man. He knows it will be considered a betrayal. And the boss isn't one to let that slide. Even if he did make it out with you, he'd spend his whole life looking over his shoulder. And what kind of life is that?

"No. You belong here. Nowhere else."

But let's ignore all of that and assume you do manage to run away. How will the outlaws react to you and the traitor?

The boss will shoot them. It doesn't matter who. And then he'll bend you over the nearest thing and fuck some sense into you. Rough this time. Not holding back. You've proven kindness is wasted on you. Anal probably, dry and unprepped.

You realise for the first time exactly how thin his patience is. How cold and terrifying his anger. He'll be clipped and curt the entire time. "Move it." "C'mere." "Suck it." No sweet pet names this time, no treating you like his little girl. You want that softness? You're going to have to earn it back.

The gunslingers will make a game of it. Say whoever finds you gets to have you all week. They'll kill the traitor slow. Maybe leave him out for the ants and coyotes. And then they'll tell the boss you need to be punished.

They're the kind of bastards who'll slap a knife against your pussy just to see you shiver, scrape the tip against your inner thighs. Never drawing blood but always getting oh so close. 

Double penetration too, until you're too cock drunk and hurt to even think about running.

The wrangler is the one who can track you down the fastest and also the first one to figure out if you're plotting something. He won't tell the others. He'll just follow you and come out of the dark like a ghost. Shotgun levelled right at your heart. He won't kill the traitor, but the cold glint in his eyes shows you exactly how close he is to doing it.

When he gets you home, he'll make you sleep in his bed. So if anyone mentions your absence, he can say you were with him.

He won't be angry with you. Instead, he'll just hold you. His chin on the crown of your head as you sob into his chest.

"I'm sorry beauty. But there really is no way out. Wherever you run, I will always find you."

If it's the boy who finds you, it's a toss up. He might let you go, might remember how much you cried that first day. He might still be a good person at heart.

Or, he might see this as his opportunity to finally earn the rest of your body. That's what the gunslingers said, remember? If he wants to fuck you, he needs to earn it. And what better way than to bring you home?

The second in command almost never gets angry, but this time? He doesn't even bother with a gun. He kills the traitor with a knife. Rips his throat out and leaves him to bleed out on the desert sand.

He's explosive. Grabs you by the jaw and throws you against the wall. Kisses you before you can fall, ripping your clothes off with one hand. He's the worst of them all when it comes down to it. His anger making him twice as cruel and thrice as callous.

He fucks you with the other man's blood still splattered across his face.

"You wanna be like that? Don't like it when I'm nice? Fine."

He'll fuck you dry, his hand around your throat the entire time. His lips just the tiniest bit away from yours, just watching the fear and the tears. Revelling in them. When you're done, he shoves you down on the bed.

"Open your fucking mouth."

He'll make you suck the blood and come off his cock, pulling your hair so hard it gives you a migraine.

He'll grab your jaw so hard the bones ache, and yank you up to his lips.

"I'll fucking kill you next time."

You believe him. 

[reverieblondie]

Bad Dream

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, Mysterious passes, Breaking and entering, Panic attack, Breaking washers, Bucky touches your underwear (whoops...)

Summary: You and Bucky are not only neighbors but friends for months now. You two are close... but are still finding out new things about each other...

Word Count: 2,613

A/N: This was inspired by an amazing request got from an anon. I loved the idea so much that I can see this being turned into a full series if enough people like it! Just let me know! I look forward to feedback like always! and request are always open!

"So... What am I eating?"  

Bucky says almost suspiciously as he looks at the macaroni noodle on his fork.

"I can not believe you are so picky," you say, rolling your eyes before taking a delightful bite of the casserole dish you made. Once swallowed, you point your fork accusingly toward Bucky. "It's called tuna mac. It's cheap to make but delicious. Now you can either eat it, or I will stop being such a friendly neighbor and stop sharing my dinners with you."

Bucky chuckles before giving you his signature smirk, "If that's the case, don't come knocking on my door when something of yours breaks again." 

You huff, he doesn't play fair. 

He watches as you pout and sigh before he takes the macaroni and tuna mix into his mouth. When he eats it, his eyes bulge slightly. "That's actually really good?"

"See, you just need to trust me, neighbor. It's something my mom used to make. Boil noodles, mix up the sauce, and top with cheese. It tastes better than it sounds." 

Bucky smiles as you ramble on. When you look over at him, he looks back to his plate, mixing it around as he makes a face before eating more. "That's true. This is way better than that chicken we had last Thursday."  

"Hey! We agreed to forget that monstrosity!"

Of course, Bucky laughs at your dramatics, and you can't help but echo it back. Thursday night dinners have become your favorite tradition since moving in; no matter how shitty your week could have been, this always lifts up your spirits, even just a little bit. Most people in your building seem to avoid Bucky; they won't join him in the elevator or even greet him in the mailboxes. They judge his past... but who are you to judge? Though getting to know him didn't happen instantly, it happened because of an accident you might have caused…

You have been fighting with these washers and dryers since you moved in. And now here you are fighting again with the washer. The stupid thing won't spin, and it's starting to flood with water. You paused the cycle and knew that you should just ask the maintenance guy for help, but that has the risk of being blamed for it being broken.

Distracted, you don't notice someone walking in to use the other machines. Honestly, it's surprising someone else is up this late just to do their laundry. So much for not running into anyone while you're dressed in your lazy day pajamas—no bra just to add to the pending embarrassment… Trying your best to keep your head down and fix the machine as silently as possible, you didn't realize that your rattling around has definitely drawn attention. 

Until a shadow is cast over you. Turning slightly, you look up at the imposing figure and see your next-door neighbor. James Barnes... Ex Winter soldier and a current Avenger... 

His head tilts as he stares down at you, "Problem?" 

This is the first time you have really seen him up close… he's much taller than you thought, and his eyes are the clearest shade of blue… While you're silently coking, Bucky shifts on his feet, his scowl deepening as he continues to stare. Mentally, you chastise yourself for being rude and pull your hand from the filled drum to offer him a handshake, stumbling out your name in the process. This was a mistake, however, because you ended up splashing the super soldier with washer water… -Shit… 

"I'm sorry, and yeah, I'm just trying to get this washer to work… they never want to act right… old machines acting wonky, what's new?" You huff a laugh, but Bucky keeps looking at you unamused… ah yes… he's an old machine, you idiot… 

You quickly take another step closer in panic mode, "Oh! But not all old machines! My grandma had a vacuum for like 20 years, and it never crapped out on her!" -what are you even saying? 

Buck just further scoles you, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Honestly, it's a bit intimidating—his intense stare locked onto you. Then there's the fact that his glare doesn't roam—it's just set on your eyes. Plus, you're just rambling on, and he's just watching you like you have lost your mind! You can't afford to move again… 

"Why don't you just call for maintenance?" he says in a confused tone, his brows knitting together.  

You give him a gentle smile, "I don't want to be blamed for breaking it…" 

He doesn't seem too impressed with your excuse as he rolls his eyes, but to your surprise, instead of walking away, leaving you to struggle, he places his laundry down and begins to investigate the machine. 

You step closer to him, "So you're going to help me?" you chirp.

"I'm going to try, but if it breaks further, that's on you…" -Okay can't really blame him for that..

"Fair enough, neighbor." he only seems to hum at that before continuing his investigation. 

He does his diligence checking everything out; while he does that, you're doing your own checking out. It's not like you're trying to be a perv.... but curiosity always gets the cat in the end, so you allow yourself to check him out a little. His back faces you, and it's incredible how sturdy it appears; you can even see how the muscles ripple with every move despite it being hidden underneath his t-shirt. Then his narrow waist that draws your attention down the length of him, and his arms bulging with every move as it roots around on the inside of the drum. The dark metal arm is so eye-catching you can't help but stare even though you know you shouldn't... If you were caught, you would be modified by how rude it would be. But you can't help yourself from admiring how pretty it truly is… and the craftsmanship is impeccable… 

"I think something is just caught if I can unwrap it…" With another pull and a slight groan, he rips out what was caught. Surprisingly, it's Small... red and- 

Bucky holds up the dripping wet material, and now that he has it unscrambled, you are mortified... Of course, out of everything to get tangled up and caught, it had to be your thong. Turning it about, Bucky looks at the material confused, unsure, until he meets your mortified eyes and flushed face. It must suddenly click for the man that he's holding a stranger's underwear because, with the inhuman speed, he's met with realization and he's practically throwing your underwear at you like it would bite him. 

The flush of his neck and the way he suddenly does not meet your eyes tells you he's thoroughly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am…" Ma'am? Wow, now he's talking to you properly; he really is embarrassed...

It's quiet for a moment as Bucky awkwardly shifts on his feet. Then you can't help yourself any longer, and you laugh. You laugh so hard you all but fall over yourself, and to your shock, Bucky breaks from his mortification and joins in on your laughter.

The moment lasted for a while until you were both on the verge of tears. As you wipe away your tears, you catch him smiling, and it's like looking at a completely different guy. If people saw this, they wouldn't be avoiding him, that's for sure. 

With the washer fixed, you could finish your laundry cycle as Bucky moved to start his. As you're turning to thank your helpful neighbor, he is gone? Scanning the room, you see him leaving, shit! 

"James!" You shout without thinking. He pauses before turning back with a small smirk. 

"Don't tell me you broke something else." 

He's… teasing you? A grin spreads to your face, "I wanted to thank you for helping me out." 

He shrugged, "It's no problem. But call me Bucky; when you say James, it makes me feel old." With that, he walked off. 

Days later, you were still troubled by the feeling you didn't get to properly thank your neighbor for saving your panties from doom. So you did the only thing you could think of. Making him food. Make sure debts and gratitude are always paid... it's something you picked up from both your parents, but where your dad made sure to do it with favors and money, your mom would always pay by making desserts and meals. So, in your situation, you decided on a platter of brownies.

The look on his face when you knocked on his door was priceless. Of course, he accepted, and thus, the cycle between you two started. You would have a favor, Bucky would help, and then you would make him a meal or dessert. Over time, Bucky's grumpiness was replaced with friendliness, and your friendship got stronger. Even though you had fewer favors, you two continued the tradition of eating a home-cooked meal together once a week until suddenly, it was odd if you were not seeing him.

Like now...

It's been three weeks since you last saw him. It's honestly so lonely in the building without him around. Sure, he's not talkative all the time, and there are still things you know you two have not shared, but it's undeniable this closeness you feel to him.

You just hope you get to see him soon, or you will be forced to break something and force him to come back…

It's another quiet night. It should be a night that you rest easy, drifting far off into dreamland. But you just can't seem to fall asleep. Perhaps it's the fault of a certain super soldier's absence. As you lay pondering whether you should just force yourself to rest or get up and do something until you're tired…

Then, loud bangs from the neighboring wall interrupted the stillness. On instinct, you freeze and try to listen to where the crashing is coming from. 

Bucky's place... but that's odd; he's not home. Or did you just miss him? Another crash makes you second guess that it could be a break in… 

But who would be dumb enough to break into a super soldier's apartment?

Apparently, you are...

It is technically breaking and entering, but is it bad if you do it for a good reason? What if someone is wreaking his place? What if he's in danger? What will you do if you actually run into someone? You will deal with that once you encounter it…

You ignore that for now as you concentrate on picking the lock... You hated it then, but you're now thankful for the skill at times like this. It clicks with a few more twists, and you're now sneaking through the threshold.

It's the same place you have been in multiple times, but tonight, you see the crumble of blankets on the living room floor, the flipped furniture, the mess of wreckage. Then you see the more heart-aching sight in the room's darkness. 

Bucky usually stands tall and has that sly smirk for you with some greeting. Now, he is crouched so small, disheveled, and trembling. Those ocean-blue eyes clenched tightly...

A step towards him immediately has him on the defense, ready to pounce.

But he pauses at the sight of you, confused, rightly so. But you're more distracted by how the outside lights reflect on the streams down his cheeks.

You're about to say something, but his hoarse voice cuts you off before you can, "Get out!".

You should really listen, but as he sinks back to the floor, your feet feel like lead. With a swallow and a steadying breath, you step closer. He should understand by now that you're not one for listening. 

Closer now, you can take in his sweat-drenched body and matted hair and how he tries to stop shaking... Thousands of questions flock to you; you just swallow them down. Slowly, you sit close enough to be noticed but not enough to touch him…

Settled beside him, you hold your hand towards him on the floor, making a silent offer. "I'll stay for as long as it takes..." 

It could take minutes or hours. There is also the chance of him lashing out, but you will just be silent and patient and let him feel your presence and hear your calm breaths.

You're there for a couple of minutes until a clammy warmth touches your hand. Looking down, you can tell the shaking has stopped a little. You spread your fingers and let him lace them with his own. 

"I... don't know what to say..." he mumbles, but you shake your head before meeting his eyes.

"You don't have to explain... We all have scars... Bad dreams. "

"Every night I have bad dreams... Sometimes, I just randomly shake awake."

"Other times, you just lay there waiting for the sun to rise."

The look he gives you tells you he's shared the experience. You shrug and look out the window, "Like I said... bad dreams."

As you two sit there, his shaking slowly stills, but your hand's grip only tightens. 

"I'm sorry..." It was such a silent whisper that you almost didn't hear it. Bucky, tired, and a wreck, brought back memories you thought were packed away. 

"Don't be sorry. Let's just work on getting you cleaned up. Are you good enough to rinse off?"

Bucky nods before standing up... He walks towards his bathroom but pauses just short... He has his own set of questions he wants to ask... One of them is clear to you... are you going to stay... 

"I'll clean for a bit and will brew some tea for, when you get out. Okay?" 

He gives a short nod before disappearing. You start placing what you can remember being placed before. It takes you a minute to get everything back in its place. Sure, this place was a mess, but you have had to fix the fallout of worse. Once done, you move on to the kitchen to brew the tea. As the water heats, you just listen to the muffled sound of the shower. Does this happen often? And if so, how have you never noticed before?

Bucky takes longer to wash off than you expected, but ultimately, it's a good thing he took the time for himself. When he finally comes out of the bathroom, he's only in pajama bottoms, a towel resting on his shoulder, and fixing his metal arm back into place. His hair is still dripping wet when he finally plops down on the couch. For a long moment, he's still thinking of what to say, but you just slide the peppermint tea over to him.

Bucky gives a small thank you before he lifts the cup, letting the smell waft to his nose and the cup warm his hand. When he finally takes a sip, you feel like you can breathe again. While he works on his tea, you notice the drops falling from his hair and landing on his skin, causing him to shiver. He didn't even bother to dry his hair, huh? Carefully, you take the towel from his shoulder and softly start to dry his wet hair away. Bucky looks at you curiously as you focus on the task before you. 

"Why are you so good at this?" 

"Like I said, everyone gets bad dreams. Some worse than others." 

He hums before slightly chuckling, "Is that also why you know how to break into apartments?"

The playful tone in his voice makes your heart squeeze, and you can't help but grin, "You're not the only one with secrets, soldier boy." 

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Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

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"Sir, I have to go to her," you yank your arm, trying to escape Nick's grasp.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He hisses as he drags you up the metal stairs. His other hand fishes around in his pocket. 

Your heels catch and you stumble up behind him. He doesn't relent. He's taking the stairs two at a time as you struggle to keep upright. Your heart is racing, your head spinning, as Joey's cries stick in your ears.

"Hansen, yeah, Fowler," he holds his phone to his cheek. "Yeah, shut up, I don't got time for that. Hey, hey, you owe me so listen. I need you to send someone out for me. Right now. Shit," he stops at the top of the stairs by a heavy metal door. 

He faces you as his hand falls from your wrist. He slides out a card and taps it on the pad next to the frame. The lock beeps. He pushes down the handle and nods you through.

"Hey, sweetheart," he follows you out into the night air, "what's the bastard's name?"

"Uh," you spin as the air whips around you and hug yourself. "Barber. Andy Barber. He's--"

"Got that. Barber." He says into the phone, then follows with the exact city where Joey is studying. You falter as he hangs up.

"Nick, sir," you near him, "how do you know where she is?"

"It's part of my job," he dials out as he speaks flatly. "We don't got time for this."

"I-- I know," you babble. Your chest twists as your hands shake around your own phone. The line was muffled minutes ago.

"Yeah, need to go. Get someone up here," He demands into the phone. He shakes his head and puts his phone away.

Your teeth chatter as you stand on the roof tarmac, arms curled around you as you gnash your teeth against the altitude. Your eyes wander to the aircraft in the painted circles. You gulp.

"It's cold," Nick says and startles you as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders.

"Oh, uh, thanks," you glance at him and pick at your sleeve.

"I got someone headed her way. A whole squad, alright?"

Your brow knits as you eye him warily.

"I know people," he steps closer and stretches his arm over your shoulders. "Trust me when I say the creep isn't going to get away with it. I'll even let you have a go before I dislocate his jaw."

"Nick," you scold.

"Don't tell me you don't wanna hit the guy. Even you," he growls.

You touch his cuff as his hand hangs off your shoulder, "I don't like violence."

"Hm, always the peacekeeper," he chides 

You're silent. Impatient. You chew your lip, forgetting the gloss painted over it.

"So... is that what happened? The old man was... attacked?" He asks.

You flinch, "what?"

"Your husband. That's who you went to see today--"

"It's not...important right now."

"You never mentioned. Just like the kid." He sniffs.

"It's my life," you shift and draw away from his arm. You sigh, "cancer. It just ate away at him. That's it. Nothing spectacular."

He sucks his teeth, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"No need for that. He's at peace. Let's not wake him."

He exhales. The door swings open and cracks the brittle tension.

"About time," Nick snips. "Come on."

You turn as a man in aerial gear marches across the roof. Nick beckons to you. You follow him to a helicopter near the edge.

He helps you in first. He climbs up behind you and checks that you're strapped in before putting a large headset over your ears. His hands linger on them as his eyes meet yours. He nods before he drops into the seat next to you.

The pilot flicks switches and you brace the edge of the seat. You've never been in one of these things. You push against the back rest and clench your jaw.

"You hear me?" Nick's voice sounds in the headset.

You peek over and nod, gulping tightly. He tilts his head, "won't be long." He reaches over and peels your grip from the seat. He holds your hand in his. "Help's already there. Waiting on us."

Your eyes glisten as the propeller spins and the whole compartment quakes. You frown and look ahead. All you can do is trust him. All you can do is hope that Joey's okay.

Why didn't you answer earlier? Why were you so concerned with yourself? It's your fault. All your fault. 

You turn your hand and clasp onto Nick's without thinking. You squeeze and hang your head. You just want her to be safe. That's what you promised.

🔷

The quick car ride isn't fast enough. You don't even bother with your seat belt. As the car brakes before the building with the sign Barber and Associates, you're already opening the door. You search around the building. There aren't any cop cars...

You trip over the curb as Nick calls your name. He catches you before you can crash to your knees. You huff and pull away from him, lifting each foot to shed your heels. You clamour across the sidewalk as he follows.

He opens the door for you and you sprint through. You can't focus as you search for the floor number on the sign. He finds it first. "Third."

You flit onward and slam your fingers into the elevator button. He stands beside you calmly, "she's fine."

"No, she needs me, Nick," you hiss as the doors open and you hurry inside. "You said you had people on their way. Where are the cops?"

"I didn't say they were cops," he hits the three button before you can. He grips your arm firmly, "I'm telling you to calm down. Your daughter doesn't need you like that."

You blanch and look at him, then at your reflection in the doors. He's right. Joey doesn't need you panicking. You take a deep breath and steady yourself.

The doors open and you stride out. Men in black stand right outside the open door with the golden letters etched in the wood. Nick keeps pace with you and approaches.

"Hansen?" He asks.

"Sent us," one of the men confirms. Nick nods and struts through the door. You trail after him.

You peer around him, your chest pounding, and you see Joey drinking from a bottle of water as she sits on a leather chair. More men stand near another door, this one shut. 

You rush to her with arms open, dropping your shoes behind you. "Josephine."

She squeezes the bottle and quickly puts it aside. She stands to meet you as you scoop her into a hug and lock her in as tight as you can. She embraces you just a desperately.

"Baby, are you okay?" You rasp. "Please, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

You rock her and she gently pulls back to look you in the face. Her eyes are glossy. She nods.

"They... stopped him." She peers over your shoulder at the men. "How..." she flicks her lashes and looks at you, "mom, who are they?"

You keep one arm around her and turn around to face Nick. He watches placidly. He bows his chin slightly.

"His friends. My boss," you gesture to him. "I'm so sorry," you turn to her again, "I was at a work thing and I--"

"A work thing?" She eyes you up and down and squints, "wow, mom," her eyes bulge, "you look hot."

You could laugh if you weren't still terrified. You shake your head. "Joey, really, you're okay?"

"Yeah," she exhales, "yeah, I was scared but... when they got here..."

Nick sidles past and speaks lowly with one of the men near the other door. He glances back and clears his throat, "excuse me, Josephine," he says, "do you mind if I borrow your mother for a minute?"

"Sure, uh," she looks slightly distressed as he waits by the door. "I'll... be here."

You caress her arm and leave her reluctantly. You near Nick, "she prefers Joey."

He hums but says nothing. One of the men reaches to open the door for him. He ushers you in ahead of him. You squeal as he snaps the door shut behind you.

A man sits behind the desk, his nose bloodied, a cut on the ridge. You gasp as Nick puts his hand on your back. "What's the matter? He's a fucking creep."

"Nick!" You cover your mouth as the man's wrists are cuffed to the arm rests. It's him. Barber. The man you heard.

"Wasn't us," the only other man in the room comments from behind the lawyer. "He was bloody when we showed up."

Your lips part and you look at Nick. He snickers, "your girl did all that."

"I..." you shake your head and drop your arms. "She used to box with her dad but... that's only exercise."

"Seems like he taught her something," Nick smirks.

"Oh my god," you utter and look at Barber. "You can't... what's going to happen?"

"Well, he's going to be a good boy and pay out her internship, write her a good review, and we're going to keep this little incident to ourselves," Nick walks up to the desk, "aren't we?"

He bends over to glare and Barber nods weakly.

"And if you wanna get a few licks in, I can give you two the room," Nick suggests.

"No, I told you," you murmur. "No violence."

He sniffs, unimpressed but backs up. He spins and approaches you again.

"Go. Spend the night with your daughter. Hell, spend the day. I'll send you a ticket back to town." He says.

"Sir?" You say.

"Look, you've taken care of me more times than I can count. She needs that right now. She needs that soft touch," he tucks his hands in his pockets as he faces you. "I can survive until you get back."

You nod as your skin speckles in relief. You can't help yourself as you throw your arms around him. You're just so happy that your baby is okay. He did that for you. You hug him snugly. He runs his hand up your back.

"Alright," he nudges you away with a chuckle. "Go, before I change my mind."

"Thank you, sir," you clasp your hands together, "thank you! I owe you."

His lips slant and his eyes drift down for just a moment. "I'll get you a room. I'll send the details."

"Sir," you put your hands over your chest. His cheek ticks. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Mm, don't thank me yet," he tuts. "You did cause quite the scene at my work party."

You deflate just slightly, "yeah, I'm... I'm sorry."

He nods to the door. You try to smile then turn. You hurry out of the room. Joey has your shoes in her hands as she waits.

"Baby," you latch onto her arm. "Let's get out of here."

"Mom," she leans into you. "I was so scared."

"I know, hun, I know," you usher her out of the room of dangerous men. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you're not entirely certain Nick won't do more than he says. You shake off the thought. "I'm here. I'll always be here for you."

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Amnesia

Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader

Summary: after a mission gone wrong and a two week long endured coma, you're left with a bit of memory loss.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: grief, mcu endgame spoilers, injury, hospital, amnesia, hurt/comfort, reader insert, Y/N, made up birthdate and mother

A/N: As promised yesterday. Warning this is some major emotional damage, but was so fun to write. This takes place further down the storyline of the Joaquin x Stark!reader stuff I've done before, but you don't have to have read them to understand this. Also I've tried to tag who I can but if I have forgotten anyone interested in my Joaquin stuff I'm sorry and hope this finds you all the same. Anyway, enjoy.

You had no idea how long you had been asleep. Couldn’t even remember taking yourself to bed. No doubt you had fallen asleep in front of the TV and your Dad had carried you up and tucked you in like he used to when you were five. But the more you stirred, the more you realised this bed felt too firm to be your own. And your body was propped at an awkward angle, almost like you’d fallen asleep in one of your Dad’s recliners.

But there was also too much background noise for you to be at home. The droning cacophony of voices sounding too echoey for you to have fallen asleep in the penthouse. And then there was the beeping. Steady and rhythmic like a heartbeat. As you forced your dry eyes to open and assess the situation fully you realised it wasn’t just any heart beat, it was yours. Pressure over your index finger signifying the monitor there. 

Okay, so you were in a hospital room, you realised, more features of the room coming into focus as you looked around the private room you were in. No doubt organised and paid for by your Dad. But how did you get here? What had happened to land you here? And who was the random guy at the side of your bed. You looked him over. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. His arms looked fairly muscular beneath his jacket and you figured he was just one of Happy’s lackeys here to watch over you and keep you safe.

He wasn’t doing a very good job though seeing as he currently had one hand propped to his head and he was dozing. As you looked closer at his bronzed skin, you noticed he had heavy circles under his eyes, informing you he hadn’t been sleeping much lately. Maybe he had been here all night and was just waiting for Happy or someone to come relieve him for the day shift.

“Ah she’s finally awake,” a cheerful voice said from the doorway. You looked up to find a youthful blonde nurse standing with a clipboard in hand. At the sound of her voice, the man in the chair at your bedside shook himself awake, his fingers rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He looked to where the voice came from in the doorway before seeming to fully realise what she had said as she entered the room and began to move around the other side of the bed towards you.

“I’m just going to check over some of your vitals to give to the Doctor and he’ll be in in a moment to talk you through everything. Okay?”

“Okay,” you confirmed.

Although your attention was focused on the nurse, you couldn’t help but notice the way the man at your side sat forward on his chair and reached out for you. “What time is it?” you turned and asked him, his hand reaching for his phone to check the time. “What time are my Dad or Happy gonna get here?” you asked him further and his face fell, his brow furrowing as you question sunk in and you realised, maybe this guy wasn’t with your Dad or Happy at all.

He looked up to the nurse concerned and when you turned to look at her too to put a voice to whatever silent information was in the room you couldn’t decipher, you noticed the similar face of confusion to the companion at your side.

Something wasn’t right, but you didn’t know what it was.

“Y/N?” the man at your side said hesitantly.

“Yes,” you said, wondering why he would say your name as if you wouldn’t recognise it or know who you are.

“Mr Torres, it’s alright,” the nurse said trying to settle him as she stepped forward to you, “Miss Stark I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them to the best of your ability. Okay?” she asked in her kindly manner, her tone intentionally curated to try and put you at ease.

“Okay,” you confirmed, if not slightly hesitant.

“Can you tell me your full name?”

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark.”

“Perfect. And your date of birth?”

“07/07/1999” your replied and the nurse seemed to be satisfied with that.

“Can you tell me the names of your parents?”

“Meridith Holtzman and Tony Stark.”

“Okay, perfect.”

“And where do you currently live?”

“Stark Tower, Manhattan, New York.” The nurse looked at her notes and frowned. “Look, is my dad gonna be here soon or?” Your two companions in the room froze. “What? What is it?”

“Miss Stark, what year do you think it?” the nurse asked.

“It’s 2016. I literally just had my 17th birthday last week.”

The nurse and your male companion in the room looked at each other with concern. He quickly stood, his teeth nibbling at the skin around his thumb as he began to pace with worry. 

“Mr Torres, don’t worry. This can be quite common in coma patients. I’ll go get the doctor, he’ll be able to do a better assessment of her brain scan and give you a better analysis of what’s happening.” the nurse began to explain to him.

“And what do I do in the meantime. I mean, she clearly has no idea who I am.”

“Well, maybe reintroduce yourself. You never know, maybe it will jog her memory.” 

“Okay,” he said dejectedly. “Uh, thank you,” he quickly added as she began to leave.

“I’ll go get the doctor,” she reaffirmed to give him hope.

“Soooo, when’s my Dad getting here?” you asked him when he came back to your bedside.

“Ummm,” he said hesitantly before he let out a deep sigh. “Uhh, I really don’t know how to answer that,” he confided as he hung his head, struggling to keep eye contact with you.

“Well can you call Happy and find out?” 

“Y/N,” he implored, his hand reaching out for yours, his fingers brushing across the back of your hand making you tense up beneath his touch, “do you not recognise me at all?” he asked.

“Should I?” you asked hesitantly, slowly pulling your hand from this strange guy's touch, but his fingers got caught on a piece of jewelry on your finger. You looked down at the diamond ring confused. “Whose ring is this? Where did it come from?” you asked. Your words seemed to stab him like knives. “I’m sorry, who are you? I mean, I thought you worked for Happy, but? Look where is my Dad. I just want to see my Dad.” you said adamantly, slowly becoming distressed.

“Y/N,” he sighed again sympathetically, “your Dad died 4 years ago.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“In the battle against Thanos.”

“Who now?”

“Uh, fuck!” he grunted under his breath as his hand rubbed frustratedly over his face.

“Look, I don’t have a clue what’s going on?” you said, growing equally frustrated. “I don’t even know how I got here.”

“We were on a mission together. There was an accident.  I was distracted, I’m sorry,” he stressed. “God, this is all my fault,” he muttered to himself. “You sustained a head injury.” he continued to explain to you, trying to make himself calm down so as not to stress you out. “The doctors have had you in a coma for the last two weeks waiting for the swelling on your brain to go down.”

You paused and looked at him confused as you waited for the information to sink in. “So this isn’t 2016.” you said to him.

“No,” he confirmed. “It’s 2027.”

You looked at the sorrow in his eyes. The emotional pain on his face. You clearly meant a lot to him and you not currently recognising him was killing him. You looked again at the ring on your finger. “You gave me this?” you half asked, half stated.

“Yes,” he said quietly and nodded. You were both quiet for a moment as you took that in. “Oh wait,” he said, suddenly getting an idea and reaching for his phone. You watched as he typed in your birthday as his passcode. There was a picture of you and him and a dog as his background. Your hair was dyed in the picture, the ends purple and orange and when you looked down, you spotted the faded remnants of the color that hadn't been topped up in weeks. You lifted the ends up to inspect them closer.

“Here,” he said, leaning over the bed with the phone a picture up on the display. “This is us just after I proposed,” he said, a picture of both of your smiling faces on the screen with your ring clad hand being held up to the camera. He swiped and there was a picture of you both on the beach. “This is us in Hawaii last year,” he said. “This is us and your sister Morgan.” he said, swiping again.

“I have a sister?” you frowned in disbelief. The young girl looked no older than 7 in the picture but her features told you enough to know she was also your Father’s daughter. 

“Yeah. And this is Dougie.” he said, scrolling to a picture of you and the dog you saw as his phone background. “You adopted him last year when you were in the middle of your therapy” he informed you. 

Although it was information and sensory overload you couldn’t deny the photo evidence before you and let him go on as he continued to take you down memory lane. “And this is us with Cap in Cambodia a couple months ago.”

“I’m sorry who?” you frowned, recognising the suit and its colors, but not the man wearing them. 

“Captain America. You know, Sam.” he said, as if that should mean something to you.

“Wait, isn’t he one of the guys my Dad fought in Germany. I thought he was the Falcon. What happened to Uncle Steve?” you asked.

“Ummm, that’s a little more complicated to explain. He went back in time and became an old man and then when he came back he handed over the shield to Sam before he died and-”

“Wait-” you cut him off, “you’re telling me both my Dad and Steve are dead?” There was a pause between you as his guilt once again took over. “Captain America and Iron Man… are dead.” you said again, looking for confirmation.

“Well, Captain America isn’t dead. But Steve Rogers is, yes.”

“Okay…” you said, growing quiet as you let that sink in as he began to flick through photos again. After he’d swiped through another 3 and talked you through them, you finally said, “Who else is dead?” He froze. His silence was enough to confirm your Dad and Steve weren’t the only ones to die when fighting this Thanos person he had name dropped.

“Look who else died, Joaquin,’ you blurted out and he looked at you in surprise.

“You just said my name,” he beamed.

“I did,” you confirmed, not completely sure where you had pulled the name from.

“I think this is working,” he said. “Okay, this is a picture of you at your Dad and Pepper’s wedding,” he continued to flick through, some older pictures of you saved onto his phone too. “And this is you and Sam playing with Morgan. You opening the Heroes stadium in memory of your Dad, Steve and Natasha.”

“Natasha.” you said, the name falling from your lips as an image of the redhead flashed before your mind; her teaching you how to fight in the gym behind your Dad’s back. Tears began to fill your eyes as you slowly remembered the moment Clint came back without Nat, the memory hazy at the edges, but the strong emotional pain, fixing you to the most important part of the memory. “Natasha died.” you confirmed. She had been like your older sister. She’d taught you so many things over the years. Not just how to fight, but how to talk to boys and do your make up and- Your thoughts became a blur as all those memories crashed into you and as you continued to follow the thread, more and more started to come back to you.

“Joaquin?” you said, your voice broken and wobbly.

“Yeah, I’m here baby, I’m here.” he reassured as he climbed fully onto the small hospital bed and wrapped you up into his eyes and your grief hit you a fresh all over again. But as your grief washed over you like a tidal wave, other memories began to come to mind. Moments of grief. Joaquin sat with you on the floor as you cried. Him driving you to your therapy sessions. Him taking you to the shelter to pick out Dougie. He was your rock. The one who had been by your side and helped you heal.

“I’m sorry.” you said, as you sobbed into his shoulder. “I forgot you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, the hint of a smile to his voice, “you’re back now. You’re here now. Everything will be okay.”

“Joaquin, I love you,” you mumbled against his chest and he chuffed with relief.

“I love you too, baby. I love you too.”

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[simtleman]

BARBARA O'BABS hair salon & laundromat (Download Tray Files & CC)

Hello friends, long time no see! I'm about to move to Ireland within three weeks and to say I've been busy would be quite an understatement. However, I can always find myself some time to play The Sims 4 (especially when a new EP comes out) and I just HAD to try this new Businesses & Hobbies one, how are you guys enjoying it so far?

I created this beautiful mess of a woman named Barbara Salomon who smokes like a chimney and I'm absolutely OBSESSED with how stunning she looks:

Anyway, I decided she was gonna be a hairdresser and created a 1950s inspired hair salon & laundromant (because hey, why shouldn't those two mingle? lol) for her to thrive as a businesswoman. And so today, I bring you this charming little lot I've spent way too much time on for you to enjoy as well! Here are some screenshots:

Front:

Back:

Hair salon:

Laundromat:

Upstairs apartment:

Before you go ahead and download it into your game, a few IMPORTANT disclaimers:

The lot is a 20x15. I built it on the Old Torget House lot from the new world of Nordhaven.

I used items from several expansions and packs (sorry I couldn't list them below, I played offline while building it and taking the screenshots), so if you don't own them those items might be replaced with others.

This lot is set as Residential.

Like all my builds, this is a heavily CC based lot. If you don't have a powerful PC, it might get laggy while trying to play with it.

Regarding the CC, I do not own nor take credit from any item included within this lot. All credit goes to their amazing creators.

The .ZIP file (2.21 GB) includes two folders: one for the Tray Files and another one with all the CC. I'm 100% sure all the CC I used is already public for everyone; if it's not, it's been definitely longer than three weeks since it has all been in my game and you (the CC creator) shouldn't be putting content behind permanent paywalls to begin with ;)

I did use bb.moveobjects on while building and have playtested it, so it should be fully functional. Let me know if otherwise.

That's all for me! This is only the third piece of content I share for others to download, so if you run into any kind of issues do not hesitate to let me know and I'll try to help best I can :)

If you do like it, please make sure to like this post (heck, maybe even comment on it if you feel like it!) and please, please, PLEASE do tag me on your screenshots if you share them here on Tumblr. I'd love to see what you guys make with it!

Download: Mega

Enjoy ♡

[kikosssblog]

Izana Kurokawa x Shy!Reader.

Genre : Fluff

Silent Devotion

The halls of your school were unusually loud today, filled with whispers and murmurs about the fight that was about to break out. You kept your head down, clutching the straps of your bag tightly as you tried to make your way past the groups of students gossiping.

"They say the guy leading them is dangerous."

"He took down an entire gang by himself before!"

"I heard his name is Izana Kurokawa."

You swallowed nervously at the name. It wasn't one you were unfamiliar with. Izana was infamous in the delinquent world—a leader, a king in his own right. But why was he here? Your school had its fair share of fights, but none had drawn this level of attention before.

Still, you didn’t want any part of it. Fighting, gangs—it wasn’t your world. You just wanted to go home peacefully.

But fate had other plans.

As you hurried down the hallway, keeping close to the wall, a group of unfamiliar figures blocked your path. Their presence was imposing, but it was the one standing in the middle that made your breath hitch.

Silver-lavender hair, sharp violet eyes that held a storm within them, and an aura that commanded attention. Izana Kurokawa.

He was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, clearly waiting for something—or someone. His gaze scanned the crowd with boredom until it landed on you.

You froze.

For a moment, nothing else existed. Just those piercing eyes locking onto yours, studying you like you were something foreign, something unexpected.

Then he smirked.

"You," he called out, pushing off the lockers and walking toward you.

You took a small step back instinctively. "M-Me?" Your voice came out soft, barely above a whisper.

Izana tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Yeah, you. You're from this school, right?"

You nodded quickly.

"Good." He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking down at you. "Tell me, where do the bastards from your school’s rival gang hang out?"

Your heart pounded in your chest. You weren't used to attention, especially not from someone like him. You weren’t even involved with the rival gang—why was he asking you?

"I—I don't know," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Izana frowned slightly. "You don’t know?"

You shook your head. "I… I d-don’t get involved in fights…"

Silence.

Then, Izana chuckled. It was quiet, almost amused. "You're really shy, huh?"

You bit your lip and looked down. "S-Sorry…"

His expression softened just a bit, as if your nervousness entertained him. "You don’t need to apologize," he muttered.

He took a step closer, and you stiffened. You weren’t sure what to do—run? Speak? But Izana wasn’t aggressive. He was simply… watching.

"You're different from the people I usually deal with," he said, almost to himself. "It’s kinda cute."

Your face burned. Did Izana Kurokawa just call you cute?!

Noticing your reaction, he smirked again. "You should be careful around here, y'know. A quiet little thing like you could get caught up in something dangerous."

You nodded quickly, still too flustered to form proper words.

Izana sighed, tilting his head slightly as he studied you. "Tch. Now I feel bad. If you get caught in any mess because of me, just tell them my name."

You blinked. "W-Why?"

His smirk widened as he turned, his back now facing you. "Because no one would dare mess with something that belongs to me."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Before you could process what just happened, he was already walking away, his gang following him.

And as you stood frozen in the hallway, face burning, you realized something.

You had just caught the attention of the most dangerous person in the city.

And he had no intention of letting you go.

[huskymaine]

First, thank you for your informative reblog! There are so many Japanese details that I didn't notice and I truly have fun knowing that

Second, I will shamefully admit that some of the things I said in that post are exaggerated jokes which I hope no one take serious 🙏 Like, I myself don't believe that Obito is truly the pinnacle of politeness, even his kind young version. I am making dig on zetsu claim that Tobi is a good boy combined with despite him portraying as Madara, Hashirama's close friend, there are subtle hints that Obito talked about Hashirama more awkwardly like someone who knew the guy from second-hand source and textbook rather than knowing Hashirama personally. For example, this panel :

This dialogue is supposed to be a personal reminiscence full of emotion and memories, yet using "The First Hokage" is for me a weird choice to use by close friend (lemme know if I am wrong and Obito used "Hashirama" instead in the raw). Compared with how the real Madara spoke about random fact about Hashirama, using his name straightforwardly, in front of a random Konoha citizen boy from years after Hashirama's death.

Like, re-reading manga after the reveal is so cool to me because with this discrepancy I can notice which "Madara" truly knew Hashirama personally and which "Madara" sounds like parroting details that he learned. From the "Year of Kakashi" fiasco I know that despite some fans called it retcon, Tobito plot twist was planned by Kishimoto since the beginning but I am amazed with how Kishimoto sprinkle some hints while writing dialogue for two people that was claimed to be one person for years. But perhaps I am just over-analyzing.

When it comes to Madara's feeling to Hashirama, this is my personal opinion of course, but for me Madara weirdly had no display of any hurt feeling toward Hashirama. Like, we know that Obito didn't blame Kakashi for Rin's death, but by his bitter tone, and the beating to Kakashi, it's clear that the fact that Rin was dead in Kakashi's hand HURT him immensely and he briefly showed it to Kakashi. Naruto cried on VOTE1 when he knew that Sasuke seriously tried to kill him. But Madara greeted Hashirama on 4th Shinobi War with no hard feeling despite their last memory together is Hashirama stabbing Madara in the back. Like, again it's my personal take but I truly don't think that there's complicated feeling or admiration layered with bitterness in Madara like it exists in Obito, or even some in Naruto and Sasuke. But yeah I agree with you that despite my joke I also don't think that Madara will correct Obito about this, they were comrades heading toward delusional land together 🤣

As for "skipping stones" symbolism, I got influenced by my own language hehe, because in my area you call two people who can't agree with each other especially if one is rigid and the other is flexible/casual as "Rock and Water". I think it's more appropriate symbolism for Kakashi and Obito while "Oil and Water" is more appropriate symbolism for Hashirama and Madara (because one is fuel for fire and one is fuel for plant). Hencewhy I am making jokes about their dynamic symbolism contrasting with Madara and Hashirama's history with "rock and water" plus Obito's habit to use "oil and water" phrase on his childhood days, when he pretended to be Madara, and even after his death. Now I see how that joke can be confusing 🙏

Lastly, again sorry for mixing up Naruto timeline, somehow it just dawned on me that Tsunade probably never met Madara. Why is Naruto timeline so confusing T_T

im so mad we didnt get to see madara!obito interact with hashirama

obito absolutely fucking dedicated to his roles having to do that weird fight flirt eye fuck thing with the dude his like great great grandpa spent months talking about in that cave:

[doueverwonder]

do you have any WTTT headcannons you'd like to share?

sorry it took me a few days I had to remember some I hadn't shared yet + its been mostly branches brainrot the past week and didn't want it to be just them lol

here u go

Gov hates the branches saluting him so much actually, he keeps telling them they don't have to do it but its so habitual they'll never stop. National Guard on the other hand is supposed to salute all the states and territories and stopped doing that forever ago bc some states were so smug about it.

Subregion meetings are always somehow MORE chaotic than region meetings, the Great Lakes and Southwest are tied for number times Gov opened the door, heard yelling, decided "nope." and left without even going in.

At least once a month Gov tries to organize 'region bonding' activities and they're all like "we're not kids at a summer camp what is this smh" cut to the South & West actually about to kill each other over a game of tug of war bc "its unfair, y'all have Alaska! he's like four people!" "stop whining you guys have Texas!" "fuck Texas!" "HEY!"

West Virginia wasn't raised by Virginia like, at all really, but he did get a lot second hand bc Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana and Illinois turned raising West Virginia into a group project and all four of them were raised by Virginia. (Illinois is the guy who didn't do any work but put his name on it/j) (he did do work he had to work to be a worse influence then Ohio smh)

Speaking of, the first state most states met right after joining the union was Virginia, no one knows how she gets places so fast, became a competition to try to beat her and no one ever has. WV and Nevada are the only two that met someone else first.

Michigan, Wisconsin & Minnesota go ice fishing together at least once a year, they don't actually do much fishing but they do get very drunk at like 8 am. so there's that. somehow none of them have fallen and broken something or fallen through the ice... yet.

when Tennessee and Texas started dating the Carolina's gave Tex a shovel talk with such specifics that they were either joking entirely or dead serious and he has nightmares about finding out which one it is.

Florida has an adderall prescription but has never had it filled, he's started using it to get things, tells Gov he'll go right to the pharmacy if he just lets him do this one last chaotic thing (he will never go to the pharmacy).

based on state land mass Ohio and Indiana are both victims of older but shorter with the rest of the Midwest. Minnesota & Illinois will pick Indiana up so she can see/reach things, Ohio's fragile masculinity won't let anyone help him, he'll scale counters first.

California has 2 siblings Baja California Sur (older sister) and Baja California Norte (younger brother), everyone outside of the west + Texas forget about this a lot bc in no way has California ever given middle kid vibes.

Texas being Texas celebrates his birthday THREE TIMES every year, May 7th (Mexican statehood day), March 2nd (texas independence), and December 29th (US statehood day). he does throw major parties for all three.

that's all I can think of right now :3

[ratblazer]

This may be a little naive of me or you can call me dumb but is John Constantine like the DC equivalent of Deadpool? Idk much about John but a lot of your posts paint him as a wise-cracking guy. Sorry if this is a dumb post.

I won't call you dumb because you don't know the character, but no, he's very much not DC's deadpool- though modern dc comics do try to have him fill that niche of being the wise-cracking comedic relief, he's so much more than that. While he can be very funny, at his core John's a much more serious character and his original comics tackle darker themes. It's been very watered down over the years but at his core John is and was a very political character, putting a spotlight on class, lgbtq issues, abuse, and mental health as far back as the 1980s. And that's not to discredit anything the deadpool comics may have covered, I just know they're VERY different.

Constantine is less DCs version of X and more THE archetype for so many existing characters. Other characters are their universe's version of Constantine (Castiel supernatural and Spike from Buffy to name two well known examples). If anything I'd say Harley Quinn is DC's Deadpool, but alas that's because she's also a victim of DCs flanderization of the character. If I had a nickel once again--

[paolo-and-rotpr-kid-ask-blog]

★THE RETURN OF THE★ ★PUMPKIN RABBIT, KID'S★ ★Ask BLOG INTRODUCTION★

hey guy! This is a unofficial, Roptr kid ask blog! The Rule for this ask blog! :

No being rude or acting problematic toward anyone in this blog Please, be respectful everyone and be kind to everyone! Any hate will be blocked from this blog! >:(

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random Headcanon/ships, are allowed just as long as it isn't weird Or problematic then yes! Go on and share what you have sigma!! :3

you are allowed to say bad word! Just don't say too much. As it can kinda make me uncomfortable. sorry guys. :(

You can send Fanart if you want to! I'm chill with it! and again,Just as long as it isn't suggested or nsfw, then yes! Go on! Draw some fanart!

I kindly ask that you please check with me before you vent here. I truly understand the importance of having a safe space to share feelings, but I also have boundaries for my own well-being as well.This means I have the right to decide whether or not I’m comfortable with venting happening on my blog! Hope you understand!

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Hey! there! The name's Russell! You can also call me Rusty, Ralph, or Plory—just so you don’t confuse me with my Rotpr OC, Russell the Kerry Blue Terrier. He’s named after my preferred name, just so you know why We both have the same name lol but yeah! but I am the Mod of this Rotpr blog! ^^

and also sometimes you see me post something else rather then rotpr, in this blog!

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I go by he/Him/they/them pronounce!,

Sexuality: Demi boy(Who born biological a girl lol!), neptunic, Demi romantic

Im a hypersexual in recovery(Im Better better dw!) Is also might have have ADHD or Spd but I am getting a diagnosis soon!

I'm also a therian and a fiction kin by I don't talk much about it

I have thantphobia and Athazagoraphobia.

I'm also a artist and a animator!

That' all! My koi dog! :3🐾🐟

(My introduction art about my self is coming soon! So stay tune!)

Hi!! :3 , everyone! Just a head up! I wanted to let you know there might be times when I’m not as active or able to respond to your asks quickly. Life keeps me busy, and I also struggle with an anxiety disorder, which can make it hard to keep up. :(💧⚡

If I haven’t responded to your ask yet, please don’t spam my inbox with repeated questions. This can feel overwhelming and adds to my anxiety, making it even harder for me to respond. I’m not always online—I have a life outside of this space—but I promise I’m doing my best to get to everyone’s asks as soon as I can ,:3💦

Thank you for your patience and understanding—it truly means so much to me! ~ Love, Plory !! ^^⭐🌈

🇧🇷: Oi!! :3 Olá, pessoal! Só um aviso rápido! Queria dizer que pode haver momentos em que eu não esteja tão ativo(a) ou consiga responder às suas perguntas rapidamente. A vida me mantém ocupado(a), e eu também lido com um transtorno de ansiedade, o que pode tornar difícil acompanhar tudo. :(💧⚡

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[graciesbow]

Under The Surface

Chapter three: Into You

A/n: hey guysss sorry if the smut is weak I've never written it before 💔

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The only thing you could feel was the sand slipping between your fingers. You could hear the waves crashing against the shore, but only barely over the sound of your thoughts. It was now close to midnight, and you were still sitting on the beach, having stormed off after Timothy kissed you.

He kissed you.

You weren’t saying you hadn’t enjoyed it, but it felt so wrong. He’s married. He’s Piper’s dad. Your best friend, Piper. Your only friend, really. And you hadn’t pulled away when he pulled you into him. You couldn’t explain what you were feeling; you knew you were supposed to feel guilty, but you didn’t. After the two of you broke apart, you hadn’t said a word to each other before you took off running for the beach. You heard his footsteps behind you until you lost him by cutting through another resort, and thankfully, no one had been inside. You heard him call your name a few times before you heard a sigh and his retreating footsteps.

You don't know why you ran. Maybe you didn’t want to confront what had just happened. You hadn’t planned on going back to the condo tonight, so you laid back on the sand and watched the water crash against the shore. Your mind kept you awake for another hour or two, racing between thoughts about what would happen if Piper found out and, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, whether you wanted more from him. Eventually, sleep took you right there on the beach, and you decided you would confront your problems tomorrow.

..

It was early morning when Timothy woke up, only having slept a few hours. He was awoken by his phone ringing and quickly took it to not wake the woman sleeping next to him. He stepped out onto the balcony, the soft pattering of rain above him as he answered the call.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm gonna tell you everything. Hold on.

All right, Kenny Nguyen, I met like 15 years ago.

Vietnamese guy, worked at Markham Bradford, in the division in Asia.

Anyway, I helped Kenny set up this fund called Sho-Kel.

Look, this was not my idea. You gotta understand that.

Please, find out whatever you can.

I'm just gonna be waiting for your call. This is insane.

Okay. Thanks, Joe. Yeah.

He set his phone down on the table outside and let out a deep breath. You—who was sleeping just a few rooms away. He didn't regret what he had done; he only wished he hadn't acted on it right after he got angry with you. After you ran away from him, he chased you until you managed to escape, and then he reluctantly headed back to the villa. He thought that if he gave you space, you would eventually come around. Assuming you had come back last night, he wasn't sure how to talk to you about it.

Pushing those thoughts aside for later, he started back towards the bedroom when he heard three soft knocks on the door.

Was that you? No, it couldn't be. You wouldn’t knock knowing that Victoria was in here.

He glanced back at his wife before opening the door quietly. It was Piper, and she looked worried. He stepped out into the hallway and quietly asked her, “What’s wrong, Pipe?” She chewed on her thumbnail and replied, “Have you seen Y/N since dinner last night? She’s not in her room, and it’s raining outside.” His brows furrowed. You hadn’t come back yet? He shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulder. “I haven’t, but I’m sure she’s okay. She might have gone to the gym.” That didn’t seem to ease her worry, but she nodded anyway and walked back to her room.

Timothy was concerned about you. Why hadn’t you returned? Setting his questions aside, he walked out into the living room and slipped on his shoes. He was going to look for you. Whether you wanted to be found or not, he needed to know you were safe.

..

You awoke to the feeling of raindrops on your skin. Sitting up and looking around, you realized you had forgotten you fell asleep on the beach. Sighing, you looked down at your dress, which was completely soaked. You were grateful you hadn’t brought your phone to dinner the night before; otherwise, it would have been ruined by now. Sand was lodged in your wet hair and all over your clothes. Your heels were nowhere to be found; they must have been washed away by the tide. Goddamn it.

Standing up and brushing off as much wet sand as you could, you took a deep breath before heading back to the villa. You prayed that no one else was awake, especially him. You didn’t want that kind of stress in the morning. As you walked back, the rain lightened, and by the time you reached the front door, the sun was shining again.

Opening the door quietly, you slipped inside, hoping not to wake anyone. But as soon as you turned around, Piper jumped at you with a hug. “Oh my God, where were you?! I was so worried about you.” She took your hands from around you and placed them on your shoulders, looking you up and down as if searching for injuries. You put your hands on her wrists. “I’m okay, Piper; I just fell asleep on the beach.” She hugged you again and led you to the bathroom to get a towel. “You must be freezing! I’m sorry I didn’t look for you when I noticed you weren’t here.”

You shook your head. “It’s alright, Piper. I’m fine. I’m going to take a shower, okay?” You smiled softly at her. She nodded but hesitated to let you go, sensing that something was off. She would ask you about it later.

Once she left the bathroom, you stripped off your dress and turned the shower to maximum heat. Placing your hands on the counter, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked awful; hopefully, a shower would help. Stepping under the hot water felt like all your problems were washing down the drain with it. Until you truly considered the weight of your situation, you leaned against the wall as small streaks of tears mixed with the water cascading down your face. You were an awful person.

..

Stepping through the door, Timothy's worry for you lingered. He couldn't find you anywhere. His hair and clothes were soaking wet from being out in the rain, and he tried his best not to track water inside. He noticed Piper sitting on the couch and spoke to her, “I couldn't find her anywhere, honey. I'm sorry.” She looked up from her spot on the couch, narrowed her eyes, and replied, “She's in the shower, Dad. She came back about ten minutes ago.” Relief flooded Timothy as he registered the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in your room.

“You went out in the rain looking for her?” he asked, looking at Piper again. He froze for a moment before running a hand through his hair. “Uh, yeah.” Piper scrunched her brows, saying, “That's not like you. You wouldn't do that even for Mom.” She was right, but he felt obligated to look for you after last night. After all, he was the cause of it.

“ ‘Course I would. I'd do it for any of you,” he lied. She let it go with an “Okay,” and he headed down the hall to change clothes. As he passed your room, he paused by your door for a moment. Very softly, coming from the bathroom, he could hear small sobs. A pit of guilt formed in his stomach before he continued to his room. He would find a way to make it up to you somehow.

..

You didn’t expect to show up for breakfast, but Piper insisted you couldn’t skip it. The whole reason you were there was so she wouldn’t have to spend all her time with her family alone. So, you told her you would meet her after drying your hair and getting dressed. You took as long as you could before finally sucking it up and heading to the restaurant. It wasn’t like he could talk to you about anything in front of his entire family.

When you reached the entrance to the restaurant, you looked around for where the Ratliffs were sitting. Once you spotted them, you slowly made your way over, avoiding looking at the man sitting across from the only empty seat.

“Y/N! You made it!” Piper said with a smile as you sat down between her and Lochlan. You heard Victoria scoff at your arrival, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with her today. Piper leaned across the table and rubbed your arm. “Are you feeling better?” she asked. You looked over at her and nodded. “Much better, just needed a shower.”

Saxon spoke up from across the table. “Feeling better? Why? What happened?” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but replied, “Oh, I just accidentally fell asleep on the beach, and it happened to rain on me.” He was about to respond when Timothy’s phone rang.

“Dad, seriously, come on,” Piper groaned. “All right, all right,” he said as he hit decline. But as soon as he hung up, it started ringing again. “Dad, Jesus, what is going on?” Piper asked again, and Saxon chimed in, “Damn, Dad, you're blowing up.” Timothy took a bite of food and said, “I’ve got a lot going on.”

You decided to speak up then. “What’s going on?” He snapped his gaze towards you, freezing mid-chew. You glanced around the table. “I mean, what’s so important that you can’t just eat breakfast with your family?” You crossed your arms over your stomach, holding his gaze. He looked at you with a warning glare while everyone else at the table glanced back and forth between you two. Then his phone rang again, and instead of declining it, he picked up and stormed off.

“What the hell,” Saxon muttered. No one else spoke for the remainder of breakfast.

..

You were in your room, cleaning up after yourself. Having thrown clothes across the room in a frenzy last night trying to find an outfit. When you got back from breakfast, you changed into a tank top and shorts. It was boiling hot in Thailand. After finishing your room you walked out into the living area where everyone was.

You know, I've been thinking.

And... and, uh, I changed my mind.

You know, Piper's right.

It's nonstop with the phones.

So, uh, let's do it. Let's do it. Let…

Let's give our phones to Pam,

You heard Timothy say as you walked in. He glanced over at you while you moved to sit with Piper. “Really?” she asked in a hopeful tone. Saxon scoffed and exclaimed, “What... what... what, are you kidding me?” You let out a light laugh and whispered to Piper, “He can't go five days without his phone?” You leaned your head on her shoulder and you both snickered together before Saxon started yelling at her, prompting Timothy to take the argument outside. You watched them from your seat, wondering if Timothy was really going to give up his phone, especially with everything going on with him.

Piper got up to collect the rest of her electronics and put them in Pam’s bag, and you followed her outside. Saxon was busy putting his computer into the bag when you arrived. “This better go in your safe. There’s a lot of important stuff on there,” he warned. Piper chuckled and asked, “What? Your porn?” Saxon lightly pushed her arm and replied, “Shut up, and yes.” They both walked back inside.

Turning back to Pam to thank her, you were interrupted by Timothy's voice. “You gonna put your phone away, Y/N?” You looked at him, finding that he was staring intently at you, his gaze occasionally flicking down to your mouth. After a moment, Pam spoke up, “Uh, I have her phone already, Mr. Ratliff.” He still didn’t look away from you as he asked her, “Since when?” Pam glanced at you, clearly feeling awkward, and you turned to her, thanked her, and signaled for her to walk away.

“Since yesterday,” you replied as she walked away. You turned to go inside when he grabbed your wrist, a wave of déjà vu washing over you. You looked up at him, and he asked, “Can I talk with you?” You shrugged and replied, “What about?” He sighed and closed his eyes. “You know very well what about, sweetheart.” Despite your dislike for him right now, you felt a flutter in your stomach. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you said, “Tonight, I won’t go to dinner. Just tell them you’re too tired or something. We can talk then.” He let go of your wrist and nodded. You turned and walked back into the condo, wondering what you were getting yourself into.

..

“Hey, are you coming to dinner?” you heard from your bedroom doorway. You turned to see Piper standing there, dressed up to go out. You pouted slightly and shook your head. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m going to skip tonight and go to bed early. The beach is not as comfortable as one might think.” She let out a soft chuckle. “Alright, but you better come tomorrow.” You nodded and told her to have fun.

She left your room but quickly returned to add, “Oh! My dad is staying back too, so if you need anything, just let him know.” Oh, you definitely would. You nodded at her and replied, “Alright, will do.” She waved at you as you heard her and her dad conversing in the living area. You figured it would take at least another twenty minutes for them to leave.

It ended up taking another thirty minutes until you heard the front door close. Nerves immediately filled your stomach. You could wait some time before you went out, right? No, you had no idea when the rest of the family would be back. So, you took a deep breath, got up from bed, and started pacing your room. Suddenly, three knocks sounded on your bedroom door, and you froze mid-step.

Shit. Swallowing the knot in your throat, you slowly walked over and opened the door. There he was, standing there and looking down at you. Neither of you said a word; he just tilted his head toward the main living space and walked back down the hallway.

You waited a minute before following him and found him sitting on one of the couches. He gestured to the other couch with his arm, and you slowly sat down. The butterflies in your stomach weren’t calming down, so you brought your legs up to your chest and started picking at the skin on your fingers. Another minute passed before he cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry.”

You looked up from your fingers and realized he had been staring at you as if he hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked in. “I understand that what I did made you uncomfortable, darlin’, and I’m sorry.” You stayed silent, thinking over his words before muttering, “I wasn’t uncomfortable.”

He made a face at that. “What do you mean? You ran from me, hon.” You nodded and set your legs down on the ground. “I ran because of who you are, not because you scared me or made me uncomfortable.” He leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms. “Because of who I am? What does that mean?”

You shifted your legs into a crisscross position, slightly shrugging. “I mean, you’re my best friend’s dad, Timothy. And you’re married. Doesn’t that make you feel guilty?”

““Not really, sweetheart,” he said casually, as though both your friendship and his marriage were not at stake. “I want you, and it seems like you want me. Can’t it be that simple?” You were starting to feel angry with him. How could he be so nonchalant about this? “No, it’s not that simple!” you snapped. “How can you sit here and act like this wouldn’t jeopardize my friendship with your daughter?” A flare of anger ignited in his eyes. “Don’t snap at me, honey; it doesn’t look pretty,” he said coldly. You couldn’t believe his audacity. “You’re serious? Don’t snap at you? What were you doing last night right before you kissed me without my consent?” He looked down at his hands and fell silent. You scoffed, stood up, and said, “This was a waste of time. I’m going back to my room.”

You started down the hallway when a hand suddenly pulled you back, pressing you against the wall. His face was just inches from yours as he spoke in a low voice, “Don't walk away from me. Come back and sit down.” You turned your head to the side, grimacing at yourself. You didn't feel fear; all you felt was desire. Still, you resisted as you ducked under his arm and walked toward the kitchen. “What are you going to do if I don't?” you challenged. He said nothing. As you began walking back to your room, you felt another grip on your wrist.

Rolling your eyes, you turned and started to speak. “How many times—” But you were cut off as a pair of lips crashed into yours. You felt one hand slip around your waist while the other moved up to your neck. He backed you up until you were in the living room, and you found yourself sitting on one of the couches, falling into his lap. Your hand landed on the back of the sofa as his hands rested firmly on your waist. Neither of you broke the kiss, even though every voice in your head told you to.

Timothy slid one hand up to grip the back of your hair, holding you in place with a strength that made it impossible to move away, even if you wanted to. And honestly, you didn't want to. However, after a few minutes, it became harder and harder to breathe, so you pushed away from him with a gasp.

You held his gaze as your hands rested on his shoulders. “We can't do this,” you whispered. He gently brushed your hair away from your face and replied, “Why not, baby?” You lowered your head to his chest, while his hands moved to your back. “Your family will be back soon.”

You could practically feel him smirk as he said, “We have about fifteen minutes.” You looked back at him, and any regret disappeared as you let your lips slide onto his, softly grinding your hips as his hands settled on them.

..

“Just because people are rich doesn't mean they're not trashy.”

The rest of the Ratiff family sat around a table, Saxon mentioning a full moon party on a boat. “Most rich people are trashy,” Victoria said. Saxon scoffed, “I wouldn't go that far, and where's Dad? Is Dad okay?”

The only sounds that filled the room was the rustling of clothes and the heavy breaths you both were providing. Then, slowly, he lifted you off his lap and sat you down next to him.

“The jet lag's been hard for him.”

He knelt in front of you and slid his palms up your legs, savouring your soft skin, before his fingers hooked over the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them off and away. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips landed on yours once more.

“He hasn't been sleeping well, and he finally just conked out.”

He slipped his own pants off before slowly lowering you down so your back touched the couch.

“Y/N..” he breathed out as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Yes?” you whispered back. He looked back up at you, “You wanted to thank me for letting you come with us, didn’t you, darlin’?” You nodded at him, feeling a hand slide up your thigh. “Well,” he said, his voice raspy, “you just lay there for me, okay honey? Can you do that for me?”

You didn't even get a chance to answer before he pulled the last layer from your legs, as well as his own. He gently separated your legs and let out a small groan at the sight. “Wish we had more time sweetheart,” he said, before he entered you with one quick thrust. You both groaned in unison, his head falling down onto your shoulder while he stilled inside you. You reached up and softly ran your fingertips down his back, moaning when he slightly moved inside you. He started to move, rocking his body back and forth, meeting that one specific spot each time.

You let out soft moans each time he pushed back in, thoughts running through your head a thousand miles an hour. How did it escalate to this? And if it was so wrong, why did it feel so right? Your thoughts were cut short as he picked up his speed. “Come on honey, we don't have much longer,” he said between grunts. After a few more deep thrusts, you both toppled over the edge, your head falling back on the couch. His hand came up to the side of your head as he shushed you, swiping sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead.

You both sat still for a few moments, catching your breath, when you heard voices coming from down the path outside. Your eyes widened in surprise as he quickly got up and redressed. He grabbed your hand and helped you slip your shorts back on. You were about to head to the bathroom to clean up before they walked through the door when he pressed his lips to yours for one last kiss that night. You pulled away, and he nodded at you. You smiled softly back at him before quickly retreating to the bathroom. The last thing you heard before you started the shower was Timothy’s voice greeting his family as they arrived.

[marauders-bs]

...i have nothing to say for myself i got caught up in tgr and that is not my fault!! there aren't trigger warnings here (to my knowledge) so enjoy!!

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Dorcas's next memory was fuzzy and dark, shards of white light poking through.

"What the hell?" she muttered, blinking. The scene became gradually clearer, and Hermione saw that she was laying in an infirmary bed, moonlight streaming through the curtains around her bed.

"Cas?" a familiar voice asked from outside the curtains. "Are you awake?"

"Awake enough," Dorcas replied. "What time is it?"

"The question you should be asking is what day it is," a different voice said, thought it was still one Hermione recognized. She couldn't put a face or name to either voice, but both were people Dorcas knew.

"Okay, then," Dorcas said. "What day is it?"

"Three days after the game," Pandora's voice said. "You've been passed out thanks to the Bludger Barty sent for a couple of days."

"Also, it's about ten," Evan said. "I think Madame Pomfrey was about to kick us out."

"Why are we talking to her through a screen?" Barty asked. "Cassie, can we open the curtain?" 

"I mean, sure," Dorcas said. "I'm pretty sure I'm not wearing makeup, but I have no idea what I look like."

"Who cares," Regulus's voice said. "Wait, Barty- oh, well. I tried, Cas."

The curtain was open, and Pandora, Barty, Evan, Regulus, the captain, Anna, and a couple of the other kids on Dorcas's team stood around her bed, identical anxious looks on their faces.

"What are you doing with the curtain open?" Madame Pomfrey shrieked, batting through Dorcas's friends and stopping. "Oh, miss Meadowes, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Like an idiot brained me with a Bludger," Dorcas muttered.

"That tracks," the captain replied, glaring at Barty. 

Madame Pomfrey shot a reproving glare at the captain. "Mister Glenn, shouldn't you be in class? Miss Koz and Mister Dahar, I know you have Transfiguration right now."

"Professor McGonagall gave us a pass," the guy, Dahar, said, giving the nurse a winning smile that Hermione recognized from Harry. She guessed he was related to James, maybe.

Pomfrey sighed. "I'm not quite sure why I try anymore. Crouch, Rosier, Rosier, Black- you four don't need to be in here. Go."

"Bye, Cassie, sorry for the Bludger!" Barty called and Pandora whisked him out of the room. Evan followed, chuckling quietly, and Regulus was most of the way out the door when Dorcas stopped him.

"Wait, Reg," she called. "Who won?"

"Priorities," Anna said, nodding sagely. The captain- Glenn, Hermione thought Pomfrey had said- gave her a light smack on the back of the head with a scroll of parchment. 

"We did," Regulus answered. "St James caught the Snitch while Dora was shouting at Barty."

"We owe her, you tell her that," Glenn said as Regulus left.

The memory began to whirl away.

- 

The next memory began in the Great Hall, set up similar to what Harry had told Hermione and Ron of Snape's worst memory their fifth year. Dorcas was scribbling away at a piece of paper, and when she looked over her shoulder, Hermione found it to be a written Potions exam, which explained why Regulus was sitting just in front of her, writing with a calm expression like he wasn't worried at all. She saw James, Peter, Sirius and Remus a bit further away, each at least three people away from the other two. She spotted Lily's red hair as well, directly to Regulus's left. Snape wasn't in frame, meaning he was probably behind Dorcas somewhere. Harry wandered off to look at his father's friends and Ron drifted to find his mother or uncles, but Hermione stayed with Dorcas. 

For some reason, she kept glancing to her right, but when Hermione followed her line of vision, all that was there was a blonde-haired girl Hermione had never seen before. Hermione walked around to the front of Dorcas's desk and did a double take. The girl sitting next to Dorcas was Marlene, dyed curtain bangs hanging into her face. Marlene had maybe a page of near-unintelligible words scribbled in contrast to everyone around her. She was staring at the braid of the girl in front of her, very obviously zoned out. 

To Hermione's surprise, something flew low through the air at Marlene, hitting her in the calf. It came from Dorcas's direction and was low enough to where it could only have been Dorcas who had thrown it.

It did the job Hermione had done for Ron during exams more than once, though, and shook her into the real world. She sent a small smile at Dorcas, and Hermione could've sworn she saw a small blush on the blonde girl's face. Dorcas smiled back and turned back to her paper. 

The scene whirled on from there, and Hermione wondered why it was important enough for it to be one of Dorcas's most important memories.

-

The next scene showed Dorcas, Evan, Pandora, Barty, and Regulus sitting on the train. Regulus was hard to see for some reason, as though there was a concealment charm over him. That would be ridiculous, of course, since that kind of magic was far too advanced for anyone in the carriage of the Hogwarts Express.

A knock sounded on the door to the carriage, and Hermione looked to see an incredibly young Sirius standing at the door. His hair was short and he was still in robes. Remus was beside him, face unscarred- though he was wearing glasses for some reason.

Barty kicked the door open, clearly not wanting to leave his position of being slouched against Regulus with his right foot in Pandora's lap.

"Hey, Big Black," Barty said, braiding a strand of Pandora's hair. He seemed incredibly touchy with his friends, which wasn't something Hermione had thought any of the others would be okay with.

"Don't call me that," Sirius said. "Reg, Mother and Father aren't coming to the platform, I just got the owl. They're sending Kreacher. You're going to have to go with Dorcas's family back to her house."

"Okay," Regulus said, swatting Barty's hand from his hair. "You wish you had respectable friends."

"I take great offense to the idea that we are respectable," Pandora said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"To our parents," Regulus amended. "At least I don't have to stay at home."

Sirius rolled his eyes. Hermione could see the older Sirius in his twelve-year-old counterpart, though it was a little difficult. He and Regulus had the kind of relationship Hermione had seen at the Burrow- something brotherly, but not mother-children like Dorcas had with her siblings.

The train's whistle blew and began to slow. Barty made no move to get up and Evan, sleeping on Dorcas's shoulder, didn't even stir. "Bye, Big Black!" Barty called as Sirius and Remus left, all of them laughing at his disgruntled expression.

"You should probably wake him up," Pandora told Dorcas, gesturing to Evan. "We're all too tired to deal with another prophecy or vision this late in the day."

"These twenty-minute sleeping spurts are getting tiring as hell to deal with," Regulus said. 

Dorcas sat up excitedly, though Evan still didn't wake. "Also, insider info from Marlene- that guy who stayed with you guys got expelled for cheating on all of his exams."

"Hell yeah," Barty said. 

Regulus looked from Barty to Pandora and Dorcas. "So, which one of you is moving in with Ev and I?"

"Definitely Bat," Pandora said. 

"I can put up with the girls and so can Dora," Dorcas told Barty. "Guys are going to get fucking vicious in the next year or so, and if you get hurt it's my head. Anyways, Reg, let me take the charm off of you since it's my parents picking you up."

Hermione didn't think she'd ever get used to Dorcas's wandless magic. It worked perfectly and just in time for Anna, Dahar, and Glenn– three of the people on Slytherin's Quidditch team. 

"Hello, Dorcas, Dorcas's friends," Dahar said. Hermione watched with amusement as Barty sat straight up and fixed his tie. Dahar was clearly an idol of his.

"Hi, Nasir," Dorcas said, rolling her eyes at Barty like it happened all the time. 

It seemed casual, the way Dorcas glanced at her watch and nudged Evan, but Hermione remembered what Regulus had said about the twenty-minute sleeping spurts.

"Hello Anna and Aaron. Hello Dorcas. How are you? We're both very well, thanks," Glenn said, pantomiming his words with his hands. 

Dorcas rolled her eyes and opened her mouth, but whatever happened from there wasn't something important to Dorcas, because the memory simply whirled on.

[masoncantthinkofaname]

Hey Mason! Thank you sm for replying to my ask again sweetest! 🫶🏻 I would personally love just ANY storytime whether that be sweet or wholesome or action or anything else, from your medieval or anyother dr lol as long as it's from you, because all your stories are SO fun to read haha 😆 I'm also up for whatever mundane things you wanna share 🥰 i would also love it if you could describe about things we don't find it here in this reality, for example ur experience with riding dragons or having a merman tail, the things we don't consider "possible" here. also, could you please describe more about the different style reality thing? It sounds so cool but I'm so confused lol, i would love to know more!

I'm looking forward to when u shift to a 2D reality 🤭

sending you sm love <33

Hello again Aiiyna!

I'll definitely keep in mind that majority of you people here don't have a preference for the kind of storytimes I post! Remember that you can also always ask me to describe something specific, I have no issue telling you guys about things I experienced, and if something's private I'll let you know!

I might make a ''A day in my life in [dr name] post sometime soon!💚

Riding dragons is one of the best feelings out there, although I might be a bit biased. It's incredibly freeing, and both extremely peaceful and adrenaline inducing, depending on what type of circumstances you're flying under. Although, admittedly, depending on the weather it can also be extremely cold. The wind cuts your face, your hands, and if it's freezing out, it can really feel like you aren't able to hold on anymore at some point.

But aside from that, it's still an experience I would want everyone to have. The feeling of muscle underneath you, and the thrill of unexpected movements. It's different from riding a horse, where you have quite a lot of control. Although if the dragon is behaved, you can feel their movements quite well, make them change their speed or directions, and keep them under control, it's still a huge animal, that, when it wants to do something, can't really be stopped. It makes it extremely thrilling, and more like a friendship than just a tool. There's a lot of trust you put into them, and having lived in places like How to Train your Dragon, but also places like my home reality, where dragons are used more like horses, I by far prefer the bond and type of connection with the dragons in httyd.

I trust Flicker, my dragon there, with my life. He feels every small movement in my body, and I do the same with him. It's more like we're an extension of each other. I could ride him without a saddle, without anything to hold on to, because I trust his movements enough to never fall, and if I would I know he'd catch me. In comparison, I have Laö in our home reality. He's a great dragon, but like I mentioned, more like a horse (like a random horse you occasionally ride). I would not comfortably ride him without any safety, and although we have a bond, it's nothing compared to what I have with Flicker. It's also not necessary in that place, but the feeling of riding a dragon you're deeply bonded with is the most free I have ever felt. I could talk for hours about my bond and backstory with Flicker.

(I'm a yapper I'm sorry)

Honestly having a mermaid or merman tail is quite fun from my experience. I have never actually spent a long time in a place like that, more just as a little trip that the kids got to choose. But regardless it's enjoyable! I think one thing that people are never able to recreate in this reality with mermaid tails is the strength of the muscle. I often see people posing while laying on their stomach, with their legs bent to make their tail stand up. From my experience, you cannot bend it that far. It's a really powerful muscle, and quite heavy too. It's hard to describe what it feels like, but, just like any other sea mammal, it gets hard to move when you're dragging your tail (partly) out of the water, whereas in the water you can powerfully and easily get around. The way the sun and water droplets reflect on it is also really pretty to see!

Lastly, about the different styles. This reality is just the 'style' we're born into, so we see this as realistic. But anything else is just as realistic and natural. When you're in a reality that has a different style, you obviously notice the difference, but it doesn't feel weird or abnormal. I guess the easiest to describe it would be as if there's a filter over reality. But of course there are so many styles out there, like anime, or cartoon, I assume that feels the exact same!

I hope this answers your questions!💚

[thatswhatsushesaid]

what if the whole jianghu was on grindr actually

[rt3nenbaum]

mikey finally posted the selfie!! 🫂

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the writing prompts;

19. For luck - Rom and Leeta

"And then," Bashir was saying - though in truth, Rom was paying only half attention, far too busy thinking about Leeta - "she came right up to me, and kissed me on the lips!"

"Oh, she did, did she?" Chief O'Brien said, scoffing good-naturedly.

"It's true!" Bashir insisted, though he didn't look insulted by the Chief's doubt. He was smiling into his glass, seeming quite delighted by the disbelieving frown on O'Brien's face.

Rom didn't quite understand what was supposed to be so 'unbelievable' about the story. In fact - "It seems pretty believable to me," he said. "Doctor Bashir's always kissing beautiful women." (Including, at one point, Leeta - though not anymore, Rom thought with some pleasure.)

"Yes, but this one was out of his league," the Chief said, batting his hand playfully across the table.

Bashir just smiled bashfully, ignoring the swipe. "Ah, well. You're right about that. She wasn't really interested in me after all. Turns out, she'd just misconstrued the human concept of a 'good luck kiss'".

"Ohh! A 'good luck kiss'!" Rom said eagerly. Then, after a pause, "Uh, what's a 'good luck kiss'?"

The Chief sat back, idly crossing his arms. "Well, it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. It's a kiss that you give someone to wish them luck."

"Oh," Rom said, considering that. Luck was always a good thing to have. Perhaps... "Oh! Leeta!" He stood, sending his chair clattering backwards. "I'll be back!" he shouted, then raced from Quark's bar, ignoring his brother's parting shout out dismay.

He needed to find Leeta.

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"Leeta! Waaaait!" Rom hollered, shuffling through the crowded promenade as quickly as he could manage, chasing after her familiar voice. "Leeta! I need to give you something!"

This would be easier, he thought, if Bajorans could hear as well as Ferengi could.

But, at last, Leeta stopped, turning to find him. "Rom? Rom, what's the matt-"

The rest of her sentence trailed off into a hum as Rom reached up, pulling her down to plant a kiss square on her lips. One of her hands cupped Rom's cheek, soft. Rom didn't really know how long a 'good luck kiss' was supposed to last for - he really should have gotten more details before running off (for example, does it need tongue? Bashir never specified.) - but he thought that this should satisfy it.

He pulled away, grinning toothily up at his wife. "Hi, Leeta," he said.

She smiled down at him, cheeks flushed and lovely as always. "Hi, Rom. What was that for?" she asked, looking bemused and delighted.

"It's a kiss," Rom said, perhaps unnecessarily. "For luck," he added. "It's a hoo-man tradition!"

"For luck? Rom," she asked, laughing, "what are you wishing me luck for?"

Rom blinked. "Uhhh... For your day?"

Leeta beamed at him, and then leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Well, I think it worked. I do feel pretty lucky now."

Rom grinned. "Me, too."

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(also if anyone else wants to make a request, the ask game is here. i can't promise they'll get done as quick or be as long as this one is, though!)