#(wow fanfic big shock)

[verybadatwriting]

The Herbologist and the Forest Spirit

Neville Longbottom x half forest spirit reader

Summary: During their fourth year Y/n and Neville get together, got to a dance, bond over plants, and share the grief of the Triwizard Tournament's end.

Warnings: Mentions of Cedirc's death, fem reader,

Notes: House isn't explicitly mentioned, but sits near the Gryffindor table. I tried to write fluff. It turned angsty.

Gn!reader

Word count: 1121

You were a lot like your father. He’s a forest spirit, who mainly has control over the domain of plants. Those powers were passed down to you, along with your mother’s witch status. They were especially useful in Herbology, where plants bending to your will is a huge advantage. That was the only class you were really and truly good at.

From the ages of six through thirteen you’d been educated by your father’s people, until you finally had control over your powers. (It turns out that random huge trees sprouting up can be extremely dangerous.) Now that you had a firm grasp on one set of powers, it was time to move on to the next. 

And so it came to be that you joined Hogwarts four years after most of the other kids your age. Your mom had given you a crash-course the summer before, which was barely enough to get you in as a Fourth Year with your peers. She wasn’t very keen to teach you potions, despite being exceptionally good at it.

In a lot of classes, you were tablemates with a cute boy named Neville Longbottom. He shared your love of Herbology, and neither of you were good at Potions. You had a sneaking suspicion that he liked you too. Once the Yule Ball was announced, these suspicions were confirmed.

“Hey Y/n?” Neville approached you right after lunch.

“Yeah?” You said in reply.

“I was wondering if… Well, they just told us about the, do you want, would you like to go…” He gathered himself a little, “Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Are you serious?” You asked, not yet allowing yourself to be excited, “This isn’t a prank one of the Weasley Twins put you up to?”

“No, I really want to take you to the Ball.” He said, “Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“Oh gosh,” You said, covering your mouth with your hand for a split second out of shock, “Yes! Yes I’d love to go with you!”

“Thank goodness,” Neville sighed. “I was really scared you’d say no.”

“I was half convinced you were just messing with me.” You admitted.

“Does this mean we’re dating?” He asked after a pause.

“I think so?” You said, “I mean, do you want to? I kinda do.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“So… See you around, love.”

“I’ll see you in Potions,” He said, “Last class of the day.”

“I never thought I’d be excited for Potions, of all things.”

The handful of days between Neville’s question and the Yule Ball were mainly focused on the Triwizard Tournament. During meals you could find time to talk, since you sat near each other. With the other two schools sharing the Great Hall though, it was very loud. 

Even if you didn’t get any time dedicated to one another, your behaviors still shifted. Neville often called you ‘love’ or ‘sweet.’ When the teacher was just lecturing, or when walking together in the halls your fingers often laced together.

It was very low-key dating. So low-key that some of Neville’s friends didn’t even know until the dance. The day before, you and Neville had stood together to watch the First Task. Watching teenagers zoom about on brooms while being chased by a huge fire-breathing reptile was pretty nerve-wracking.

Neville noticed your jumpiness, and took your hand in his. Instead of flinching, you now squeezed his hand. While they were swapping out the dragons between champions, Luna had a chance to comment on the hand-holding.

“May I join?”

“Join what?” Neville confusedly replied.

“The good-luck-hand-holding.” Luna replied, gesturing to your joined hands.

“Oh, it’s not for luck.” You said.

“Then what is it for?”

“Um…” Neville said, “We’re dating.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” You said, “So long as nothing changed in the past few days.”

“Oh!” She replied, “Congratulations.” Just then, Cedric’s competition started, and your attention was pulled away.

Finally, the day of the Yule Ball had come. Your attire was simple, yet still very pretty. You’d intricately woven flowers and vines into the outermost layers, so in a very real sense, your clothes were alive. Neville blushed and you grinned when you saw each other.

“You look absolutely lovely,” You said.

“Likewise.” He replied. Arm in arm you danced the night away. 

A few days later, the Labyrinth task ended in a horrible death. Your fellow Hogwarts student was killed. Some say it was a ‘tragic accident,’ others firmly believe that ‘You Know Who’ is behind it. In the chaos that occurred after Harry brought back Cedric’s body, you and Neville managed to slip away.

“Love, you’re not looking great.” You said, while tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. He was close to tears. He shook his head, and you led him to a tucked away corridor. Behind one particular painting who was usually asleep was a small secret tunnel which opened up into a cozy room with one tall window that managed to light the whole room up during the day.

The walls were lined with plants, some climbing the walls, some hanging in pots suspended by rope, others still sitting on high shelves. In the middle there was a sofa. Your shared love of Herbology had guided the making of this room. It was calming and quiet, surrounded by plants.

Wordlessly, you guided him to the couch and situated yourself so he was laying on top of you. His head rested on your chest, your left arm encircled his waist, while the other played with his hair. 

He could have stayed like that for hours. And maybe he did. The stress of the past week caught up to him, and he quickly fell asleep.

Morning came, you assumed classes were canceled, so you stayed like that a few more hours. Around ten Neville awoke.

“Hm?” He half sat up sleepily.

“Sh-h-h…” You hushed, “It’s alright. We’re in our secret hideaway.”

“I’m hungry, love.” He said, “We need to go eat.”

“Lie back down,” You said, “I’ll take care of it.” With a flick of your wrist, one of the plants grew towards you. At the end a flower suddenly appeared, and just as quickly faded and turned into a fruit.

“Thanks.” You whispered to the plant.

“Whatcha say?” Neville asked.

“Just thanking the plant,” You hummed, handing him the fruit, “Here, have a bite.”

And so, the rest of the morning was spent cuddled on the couch eating fresh fruits and tending to the hidden garden. The ominous feeling that things were just starting, and were going to get worse, still hovered over you, along with the sadness of losing a classmate.

But for now, you had each other and your plant-filled hideaway.

And that was enough.

[tiredfox64]

Well that’s new

Prior notes: My week has been rough I tell ya and I’ve been writing fanfics just to help myself calm down. Also sorry this is projecting :P. Quick edit: we raw dogging, not proofread so probably some errors.

Pairing: Rain(MK1) x Chubby! afab reader

Warnings ‼️: NSFW, nipple play, thigh fucking, fingering (just a bit)

Not many really knew if Rain has a type. He was always so focused on his studies, his only desire was be the High Mage of Outworld. He achieved that yet there was no signs that he would really go after anything else. Basically, everyone wondered if he would ever find a lady to spend his time with. Amara was especially curious as she wanted to know if her son would ever settle down. But that was never on his mind. He had to stay focused on being High Mage and looking good for Outworld.

That was until you walked in with the rest of the Earthrealmers.

You were not there to fight, more of like support and to help out just in case. You’ve helped out Liu Kang for a long time now. You basically started when he first got Johnny, Kenshi, Raiden, and Kung Lao together. And you have truly been a big help with making sure everyone was patched up and ready for whatever. But there was something about you that made Rain’s dislike for Earthrealmer go down just a bit. What was it? He’s not sure yet. He needs to test and experiment to find out.

Rain kept a close eye on you during the tournament. Your body was definitely different than all the other women he has seen in Outworld. You had a pudgy belly which he was surprised to realize it didn’t deter him. Though with that pudgy belly came so much more. Wide hips that looked so nice to grab. Thick, plush thighs that any man would be happy to lay his head on. And those breasts…oh wow. Something came over Rain which made his face heat up and he had to back away from everything. Never before did he ever wanna put his face between a nice pair of breasts before. Yours might be the only nice pair he has seen. So round and like they belong in his hands. Yup, I think he found out what he is attracted to.

Rain had no clue why all that was so attractive and in a way he didn’t really care anymore. Now he was curious on how you felt. It felt wrong. It felt like Rain was abandoning his realm for some girl. It’s not that serious, there are probably plenty of Outworlders who have messed with Earthrealmers, right? Well if Johnny keeps flirting with every girl he sees and is trying to get into Princess Kitana’s pants he doesn’t see why he can’t do the same. He will just be more respectful.

When he heard Empress Sindel make the announcement about the evening banquet he found that to be a perfect time to go up to you. When the time did come he was quick to find you. Immediately he introduced himself to you and only you. He basically ignored every other Earthrealmer that was with you. You were confused at first but wanted to be polite and introduced yourself.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said before he took your hand and kissed it. You’re already hooked.

Rain wasn’t a charmer or anything. He never flirts or chase women. He tried his hardest with you. All he had to do was listen to you and talk to you. What more could you ask for? You sat across from him at the banquet and almost forgot to eat just because you enjoyed talking to him. He actually enjoyed talking to you too. Finding out what your purpose was, what your life is like, and seeing your personality shine through. It made him feel less guilty for what he was planning to do.

Even when the night ended on a sour note with Shao’s little outburst that still didn’t stop Rain from pursuing you. When everyone was leaving he took you to the side and asked you to meet him in his chambers. He’ll sneak you in and you two can do you know what. You were pretty shocked and your cheeks started to burn you heard that. You’re not one for hook ups or one night stands but…ah screw it. You won’t ever return to Outworld after this. It can’t hurt to leave your mark somewhere. Plus, you did find Rain incredibly handsome and he managed to charm you which isn’t easy. So why not, you deserve to have some fun.

You did just that, being all sneaky just to get dicked down. How promiscuous. It wasn’t difficult for Rain to sneak you in. When he got you into his room he was immediately on you. His lips captured yours. He wasn’t rough but he was hungry for you. He brought you close to his body and had one of his arm wrap around your waist. His other hand went to grab a handful of your ass which made you flinch a little. Rain definitely likes the feel of your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. He doesn’t think he can wait any longer and neither can you.

You got a little nervous when he brought you closer to his bed. You don’t think he is stupid and can’t handle your body. Hell, you already suspect that’s why he was going after you. But you just can’t help but be a little concerned.

“Are you sure you wanna do this with me? I’m a little surprised you do.” You said

For a second Rain just stares at you and you almost think he is contemplating about actually having sex with you.

“Like I’d ever regret anything I do. I’m very certain about this.” He didn’t hesitate to start taking his clothes. Well you heard him, start stripping!

You took your clothes off slowly until you were only left in your bra and underwear. The way your bra held onto your breasts and the way your underwear hugged your hips drove Rain crazy. When he pulled you onto the bed his hands were already on you again. Hands grabbing at your thighs and ass while his face starts to nuzzle into your breasts. You’ve never seen a man so desperate to place his face right between there.

Rain already came to the conclusion that everything about you excites him yet calms in. His mind grows empty with the only knowledge being where his face is and where his hands are. This man was in a tranquil state and you could almost find it cute. That is until you feel something poking at your thigh. Somebody’s excited.

You decide to be a little brave and finally take your bra off. Rain pulled away from you and stared in awe. He was ready to grab at them. You also took off your underwear before lying down on his bed. When Rain saw how your breasts would jiggle slightly whenever you did anything made his eyes widen. It was necessary that he gets a feel of them. He basically pounced on you, his hands grabbing at your breasts and feeling their softness. His lips latched onto one of your nipples which his fingers started to play with the other one. He sucked on it, having his tongue slide over it and swirl around it. It made you shiver and caused a whimper to escape your lips.

The longer he did that the wetter you got. When his hand snuck down between your legs he was surprised at how wet it was. He even managed to slip his fingers inside of you easily, earning him a moan from you. Your breathing grew heavier and his fingers kept pumping into you. You are very ready for him.

His fingers slipped out and you were left empty. The feeling was replaced down there when you felt the tip of his cock going up and down your pussy. You felt it tap against your clit, exciting you even more. Once it was coated from your wetness you felt his cock being pushed into you, inch by inch.

Rain couldn’t hold himself back from groaning. You felt so warm. Your pussy kept squeezing his cock as you got used to it. He took it slow at first as he wanted to make it last. He would go until only his tip was inside of you before slowly thrusting back into you. It made your eyes roll back and you wanted to beg him for more. Luckily for you, this man wanted more as well. His hands went to the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back that your knees were near your head. This thrust became rougher and faster. Oh you were struggling to stay quiet.

Your hand went up to cover your mouth, muffling your moans but not silencing them. The angle Rain had you at made it feel like his cock was going deep. He was hitting that sweet spot to the point you were feeling it in your stomach. That pure ecstasy feeling that pulsated inside of you each time he thrusted in. And the view that Rain had was lovely. Watching as your breasts bounced a little and your belly jiggle was something he won’t ever forget. He found it adorable that you had to cover your mouth just to prevent anyone from hearing you two. Your mind was slipping away from you and your only focus was the cock that was being rammed into you. No thoughts about returning to Liu Kang, no concerns about how the other Earthrealmers are doing. Just how Rain was turning your brain into mush.

Rain got close to you again and pressed his body against yours. You could hear more clearly now the noises he was making. Low grunts and heavy breathing. They slowly turned into whimpers as you recognized he was getting close judging by the little twitching his cock did inside you. You can only hop that he last a little longer just so you can cum.

“Please…just a little more…keep going.” You begged him.

He just nodded as he focused on not cumming inside of you. That would just be foolish. Just a few…more…strokes…and-

If Rain wasn’t holding onto your thighs before you would have certainly wrapped them around his waist. Your head went back into the pillows as you used both hands to cover your mouth. Your moans were clear to him. He could feel your pussy pulsate around his cock, just proving more to him how good he made you feel. The feeling of cumming on his cock was way better than when you would just use your fingers. And although Rain would have loved to keep his cock inside your warm pussy he knew he was about to cum soon. He made the decision to pull out and take hold of your thighs again. He placed his cock right between your thighs, almost immediately cumming when he felt them surround it. He thrusted harsher in between your thighs before you heard a string of whimpers and something warm hitting your body. His cum splatted against your thighs, stomach, and even some got close to your breasts. It was a sight to behold. You and Rain were left breathing heavily and recovering from the orgasm you both experienced.

He was a gentleman and helped clean you up. He never would have imagined he would use his water magic to help clean cum off of someone but it was useful. Once he was done he went laid down beside you.

“Well, how was that?” Rain asked as if he didn’t know he just made you feel amazing.

“Do I even need to say anything?” You joked which did make him chuckle.

“If you liked it so much perhaps you should visit Outworld more often. I would be delighted to host you and show you around.”

“Imma have to beg Lord Liu Kang to allow me back. I don’t mind doing that if that means I get another experience with a man like you.”

So it’s set. You don’t care if you have to beg on your knees you will come back to Outworld. Rain is more than pleased to have you come back, finding you to be just the right woman he wants. As you both cuddle together, his face right between your breasts again as you both succumb to sleep, you had a lot to plan.

My advice? Being a few condoms with you. No, not a few, a lot. You’re gonna need to say safe and prepared on your multiple trips to Outworld.

After notes: I said I would do it and I did. This is my first time ever posting my work. I hope to make some people happy and like I said before this is kind of projecting but for my other works I’ll try not to do that. This man just needs some love and I am here to show it. Also this was originally a request I had for someone that I sent in but then I felt bad for doing it. So I guess if they ever do it well whoops I don’t need it no more. Anyways I might even post this on AO3 cause I don’t see much on there for him either. Adiós!

[baejax-the-great]

Archive-locking the fics that YOU WROTE and are thus 100% yours to decide what to do with 'hurting people' is so silly tbh. Skill issue on their part. Wish those people could be normal about the amazing fics that writers like you put out & be understanding or at the very least respectful of the choices that writers make about how and where they make their fics available. Especially in light of recent ai training theft and nonsense & all that.

I hope this doesn't sour the fic writing & sharing experience for you too much. I love your writing & think you're very talented & skilled!

There seem to be dual attitudes I'm coming up against recently (and obviously these are not held by everyone, I don't even know that they are held by a majority, but they are certainly held by a plurality).

The first is that authors should be grateful that readers deign to read what they put out there. I think this stems from the "content creation" mentality and the idea that everyone who posts things wants as massive as an audience as possible (for monetization purposes which... isn't a thing in fanfic). I think this mindset also leads to readers demanding that people write specific tropes/pairings/whatever, or threatening basically to take their business elsewhere. "Nobody will read unless you do [X]." 1. Not true and 2. Okay, you weren't my audience.

(I also think authors circulating those posts about how badly they want comments/kudos feeds this mentality of readers doing authors a favor by even clicking on the fic. "Wow, if people are so desperate for attention, then mine must be worth an awful lot!")

Fanfic ain't a business, and I write for myself. Readers choosing to read my work isn't a privilege or an honor they are bestowing upon me (nor are comments for that matter), just as me posting my writing where they can see it isn't a privilege or an honor for them. We are both engaging in hobbies and a love of some media, and sometimes we will overlap and connect and sometimes we won't. Readers aren't reading out of altruism for attention-starved authors, and authors aren't writing out of altruism for content-hungry readers.

And there are those who will read these paragraphs above and think to themselves "wow, what an ungrateful author," and that's exactly the attitude I'm talking about. Don't get me wrong, it's delightful and rewarding to receive comments on fics and chat with people about Blorbo and the Situations. But it should be delightful from both sides of the exchange, or why the hell are we doing this? If I'm meant to be grateful for every commenter who jumps into my inbox, then every commenter in my inbox better be grateful for me, and I can tell you right now there is a population who is not. There is a population who sees me as a service provider for their entertainment, and whatever form I take in their brain, it is not shaped like a full person.

This attitude also leads to people thinking that things like lorefm are no big deal. Don't I want to get my work in front of more eyeballs (or ears)? Don't I want to broaden my audience? And once I put my work out there for readers to see, should I be shocked (or express any negative emotions at all) when someone plagiarizes/scrapes it for AI/demands updates rudely/reads it on a monetized youtube channel/binds it and sells it for profit?

The other idea I've been coming up against is almost the opposite of this--that because some readers form attachments to fic, deleting that fic (or even archive-locking it!) is actively harming those readers. Sure, they can't be bothered to hit the download button or get an AO3 account, but that's no reason not to think of these strangers first before doing what I want with my creative output.

Yall, life is ephemeral. There are things we will see and enjoy and never find again for one reason or another, and it's not harm being done to us, it's just the nature of existence. Having an emotional reaction to something does not give you any sort of ownership over that thing. Artists are allowed to change their minds about whether they want that art in the wild, particularly given that it's free. Maybe it's because I utilize the library a lot, but reading a book and then losing access to that book is not a crime against you, it's just a normal thing that happens. If you read something and it means that much to you, there are ways to avoid losing it (download it).

Seeing this particular attitude extend out to "not making your fic available for as many people to read as possible is harming them" is beyond bizarre. If I woke up tomorrow and deleted everything I have ever written, there would still be thousands upon thousands upon thousands of beautiful, emotional, meaningful fics out there for people to read. They would lack for nothing. Would some people be upset? Probably. Would I be hurting them? No, not really.

Sometimes people have negative emotions because of our actions, but that doesn't mean we did anything to them. This is one of those times.

Lastly, this AI and everything else bullshit really has taken a toll on my enthusiasm for posting my work. It's one thing for companies to try to pillage every thought, every word, every stroke of a pen or paintbrush to enrich themselves while actively making the planet an unbearable and inhospitable place to live, it's another when fellow fans are telling you that "Whelp that's just life, what did you expect, give us your content anyway or you're a bad person and if you complain, then I'll be taking my business elsewhere, you sensitive, entitled creative, lol."

[teamumoretakibo]

Little one

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•Summary: Mucho take care of you after some of his friends and comrades made fun of you for being a foreigner.

•A.n: English is not my native language so have mercy. By the way, this is my first post and I currently have a little crush on Mucho (Muto) so I will write for other characters later since there is not much fanfic with my baby. Take care <3

•Warnings: a little bit of bullying and some suggestive notes. ;)

*MUCHO*

He didn't care at first when his subordinates stated you were not in the right place. They already used to say things like this to many foreigners and it never went too far so Mucho didn't bother telling them to $hut the fu©k up. When they said that you did not fit the beauty standard Mucho gave them a tough look, glaring at them with emotionless eyes. You smiled at him as if you weren't upset at all but truth is, you wanted to cry your heart out. You ignored them and made your way to your boyfriend's car while he had some matters to settle. You had waited about 2 hours before he got in the car with you. You were scrolling on your phone when he opened the door. One of his comrades looked at you with a concerned face. He was one of Toman's (here Toman is the top criminal organisation, the characters are eventually aged up) executives.

“Isn't she a foreigner ? Wow Mucho ... I didn't know you were looking for that kind of chick !” he laughed.

“Hmm.” Mucho replied without much concern.

“Bet you thought she could be strong enough to endure your judo holds. Do you use her during your trainings ?” a smirk was born on his lips.

“I think it's enough Kokonoi.” mucho stated with a stern voice. He stared at you and thought that you really were mentally strong by just not breaking right now, instead of that you greeted Kokonoi with a wide smile saying good afternoon Sir. Koko grins at your docile soul.

“She may be a really cute and obedient one in bed.” he added.

“This is none of your business Koko.” Mucho replied before entering into the car and closing the door. You waved a goodbye to kokonoi and asked to your boyfriend where he was driving you.

“Well, I have a big issue with Sanzu, remember ? The pink mullet man.”

You nodded. After a certain time of driving you arrived to Sanzu's penthouse. It was 7pm and you were exhausted at this point. Mucho proposed you to go see the other executive with him and you accepted. When you entered Sanzu's penthouse your eyes widen in shock when you saw the amount of pills on the central table. Sanzu has greeted you with a glare and you sure were oppressed by his presence. Your boyfriend noticed it and pulled you close to him.

“Is she your wh0re ?” the man asked to Mucho.

“No she is not.” he sighed.

“Um... Ok. Anyway, let's begin with first case. This bastard didn't want to cooperate so....”

....

You stayed near Mucho, sometimes taking his arm into your embrace. When they finished it was past 8pm. You returned to the car and Mucho catched a sad pout that you swear you tried to hide.

“Any problem, love ?” he kindly asked.

You smiled to him and get in the car. It was silent on the way home. When you two reached the penthouse he carried you to your shared room and dropped you on the bed.

“Sweetheart ?”

“Yes Mucho ?”

“Is everything good ?” he asked again.

When he realised that you weren't going to replie he started stroking your hair and gave you a peck ont the lips. He surely wasn't going to let you in such state during a hole night. Even if he was exhausted he didn't want to let things get worst nor wait for your problem to get resolved by itself. He decided to take matters in his own hands. That's when he carried you to the bathroom. He was not the kind to smile but he wanted the concerned look plastered on your face to get the fuck out.

“Let's juste relax before going to bed, okay honey ?” he cooed.

“Babe, I'm fine, so let's get this shower real' quick m'kay ?” you replied.

He didn't respond. Instead he started running the bath while you were undressing. When he turned his head to get a look at you he found himself thinking about how small and kind you were. You were such a patient person when it cam to him or his colleagues. He didn't understand why people wouldn't want to stop the hate. You were such a fragile bird, he didn't even want to hold you because it could mean hurting you, judging by your skinny form. In fact, he also noticed how you lost wait this last month. He thought you were starting to suffocate with the toxicity people would have when it comes to you. He started to undress and when you looked up in the mirror to see his reflexion you started blushing. You really felt honored that this big boy was actually your boyfriend.

“Mmh.. Mucho, do you think we are equals ?” you said calmly.

“Girl, what a cheesy question. You're really overthinking sometimes.” Mucho replied with a laugh. “Just chill out my love, don't make this bath so deep.” and with this he gave you a wink.

You laughed really loud since, in fact, it was a corny question. Then he entered the bath and you followed, your back on his chest. He gave you feather kisses on the neck and you smiled.

“Mucho ?”

“Yes honey ?” he replied while slightly caressing your thigh.

“Can you teach me judo ?” you spoke out with much joy.

He burst out laughing.

“Why not, I'll even bring you to the gang's gym and give you some protein and preworkout. If that's not love then tell me what it is” he tells you.

....

The following day he brought you to the gym and also taught you some judo moves. He eventually made you meet the floor but you eventually were fine with that since it was not hurtful.

You were laying, your back on the floor with Mucho straddling you. You grinned at him.

“Yesterday you said I overthink too much and that my question was deep. Guess what else is.” you announced with a teasing grin.

Mucho was a blushing mess, everyone was looking at you two.

“Mu-” you tried to speak but Mucho started kissing you. You grinned to yourself knowing he didn't want you to say anything else. As he kissed you, forcing his tongue in your mouth and pinning your hands to the floor, he glared at his comrades. He noticed how Sanzu was staring at you and thought that, maybe... Maybe the gym you were in was not the place to do judo.

[foreverlilmeowmeow]

Helloooooo!! Can you write a one shot about Octane from apex proposing to the reader please I realized there’s no fanfics abt it. Can it also be a fem reader? Thanks man🤘

Omg! I love this idea and I don't see much either as I love Octane just as much. I'm sorry it took me so long to write and I'm sorry if the fight scene is a bit messy. I'm not really good with fighting scenes but I feel like Octane would do something like this so enjoy :)

requests are still open, they just might take me a while as I'm shuffling between jobs and some drama at home, but please fill free to send me your ideas :) I'll get to them as soon as I can! Thanks :)

~Sleepy Ash

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Summary: You were in the middle of a fight on Broken Moon and your boyfriend of what felt like years decided now was the time to propose to you.

Warnings: nothing too big? Maybe the characters getting shot, but nothing too bad I would think.

Words: 1269

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“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Lifeline asked as bullets were going past her head. 

“I’m gonna ask her to marry me. I mean I don’t see the issue here, plus she and I have been dating for a while. I don’t see her saying no.” Octane said as he peaked over the ledge to see where the enemy team was. 

“But we're in the middle of a fight right now. Are you sure she’s not gonna say no because we're preoccupied?” Lifeline asked as Octane shook his head. 

“I don’t think so. If in all honesty I think everyone will be shocked that Octavio Silva is finally settling down after all these years. I know I would be.” Octane laughed as Y/N made a winge noise over mic and then called out that she was downed by a second team. 

“Well, here’s your chance to be the hero. Go get them I guess.” Lifeline said as she rolled her eyes. She peaked over the ledge that Octane had just looked over and had seen where Y/N had gone down and sighed knowing that if he didn’t hurry the ring was going to pinch them and that was something she didn’t want to deal with.

“I’m coming Y/N! Just hold on!” Octane called over mic as he jabbed the needle of his stim into his chest and jetted out of the building on the north east side of The Mirage Voyage, grabbing the zipline, and then down to the second floor where he saw Mirage finishing Y/N and Wraith guardian the door.

“Wow, that's quite the predemis—Pruh—Preh... Predicam—uh... It's a bad situation for you.” Mirage smiled as he started moving backwards in some type of moonwalk dance and kick up his foot to finish Y/N but ended up stopping as Octane pulled out his R-99 and started shooting him, stopping him from finishing Y/N, and had both Wraith and Mirage focused on Octane so Lifeline could pick Y/N up.

"On yuh feet. Lifeline's gotcha back." Lifeline smiled as she had quickly followed Octane down the zipline and through the building to pick Y/N up. The three of them now dealing with Wraith and Mirage that when Y/N did finally heal up Lifeline had gotten shot by their third member Bangalore and groaned seeing her down weapon was a G Scout fully kitted.

“Tango down.” Bangalore smirked as she and Y/N locked eyes. Bangs was about to go after Y/N when Octane got between the two and sat down on one knee nearly confusing Bangalore and Y/N on what he was doing.

“Le-et me have this moment real quick, please?” Octane said as he shot at Bangalore giving her a warning and then downed Mirage as he tried to finish the job with Y/N.

“What are you doing? We have to finish them!” Y/N growled as she was aiming her gun at Bangalore looking around to figure out where the hell Wraith had fazed off too.

“Something I should have done a long time ago but was too chicken to do so…” Octane said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what could only be but a small square velvet box. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” Bangalore said while shaking her head, “You're doing this now?!”

Octane nodded his head, “Uh, yeah, I don’t see a better time than doing it now.” 

Lifeline rolled her eyes as she and Bangalore waited for Octane to continue. The three of them standing on the bottom floor of the building just watching the ring grow closer as Mirage was knocked down in a corner, probably talking to Wraith and figuring out what to do while the other team and Bangalore were off proposing to people.

“Well, get on your knee Silva, got less than four-five.” Bangalore said as Octane quickly nodded and turned to face Y/n. His left hand removing his goggles so everyone could see his brown eyes and his cheeks a bit pink as he, himself, couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“Come on Silva we don’t have all day.” Lifeline said as she was starting to join the group of annoyed people.

“Right, Y/N, -” Octane began as Y/N nodded smiling from ear to ear, “-I know we haven’t been an item for a long time and I know we’ve been friends for twice as much, but ever since that day up on Kings Canyon on the jump course, where we did some sick teamwork on the jump pads, I knew I wanted to spend  foverever with you. You're fun and amazing and when you do that thing with the P2020.” She flipped it around her pointer finger and then threw it up into the air before catching and putting it back into its holster, “I knew you were the love of my life, my partner in crime, my life long duo…” the list goes on and on as when Octane finally pulled out the ring Y/N gasped. The diamond was green wrapped around pure silva (see what I did there??). It was the same color as his stim and green hair. Tiny but on point as he didn’t want something flashy, but enough to catch someone’s eye. He wanted the ring to represent him and her put together and to show that Octavio Silva can be locked down. He just had to find someone special enough to do so.

“Awe, babe, you… shouldn’t have…” Y/N said as she held out her hand and waited for Octane to finish. 

“Come on Silva pick it up we gotta go!” Bangalore said as she tapped her foot against the concrete. 

“Ooo, right…” Octane said as he nodded. He pulled the ring out of the velvet box and smiled, holding it up to Y/N with a smile, “Will you make me the most happiest man alive and marry me?” 

Y/N smiled nodding, “Of course you idiot. Of Course.'' and when she slipped on the ring Wraith came out of nowhere and finished off the three of them. First throwing a grenade and weakening them and then knocking all three of them with a R-301.

“Jesus, Wraith, couldn’t come fast enough? Where did you go?” Bangalore said as she threw down and heat shield and started looting through Octane’s box.

“I had to take care of some outside squads. I heard some strays while shielding up earlier and just sorry I came back late.” She said as she picked up Mirage who was mumbling some nonsense to himself. He looted through Y/N’s box as when the three of them were done. Heading out of the building and took off on the zipline.

“Did you know he was going to propose all this time?” Mirage asked as he looked back at Bangalore.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting him to nearly kill us all with ring.” Banaglore sighed as she felt the heat from the ring burn her skin.

“Damn. Such a shame they all had to go out like that. Would have been rom-roman-uh cool if they got to be the champion squad in the end.” Mirage stumbled as Wraith nodded.

“Yeah, it would have, but I decided to end things. Now come on. We have less than three squads left and this ring is really burning us here.” Wraith said as they jumped off the zipline and headed to the next. They had a long way to go, but in the end Octane was happy and so was Y/N.

[anjumzm]

Midsummer Night

A Legacy of Gods Fanfic

JerCes Daughter x LanMia Son

Chapter 9

The Volkov Mansion has been a picture of tranquility during breakfast time for as long as I can remember. It was one of our unspoken rules that no one discusses anything related to business at breakfast. Instead, we talk about our personal lives, books, friends, and everything that's not related to work. Oh, and it was a rule for all to be present during breakfast, no matter how shitty the previous night was, you always had to show up at the dining table for breakfast.

This ritual made me look forward to our family breakfasts even as a child. I loved discussing mangas with my father and brother. However absurd this sounds, the Jeremy Volkov loved to discuss—or more like listen to me and Mom talk about—books, anime, or manga, even though both Mom and I knew he wasn't a big fan of them, judging by how he always frowned when Mom praised a character. Aaron used to love them as a kid, but as he grew up, his interest shifted toward outdoor games like boxing and football until he eventually gave up watching animes or movies altogether. He'd become like my father, and while I was proud of how strong and responsible my brother had become, I missed his older version, the one who was a little more cheerful, who used to make jokes or even prank Jessica just to get her attention. This Aaron was cold.

Caleb usually liked to throw his sarcastic remarks here and there or add something once in a while, but he usually kept to himself. Oh, and he was my Grandpa Adrian's favorite grandchild. They usually had long conversations, which was rare given that my brother hated casual talks.

At the table, it was usually me and Mom who talked a lot, and then the others would join in the conversation. Me and Mom would team up against Caleb and Aaron with Dad always joining our side, while both of them grumbled about how Dad is always biased toward us.

But today my mind is elsewhere. The deadline Theo had given me was over yesterday, and today I waited for some kind of threat via a call or text, some incident he incited—anything—but there was no news from him since last week. Nothing at all. Maybe he grew a heart and thought about how absurd this all is in reality and backed off.

Who are you kidding? The guy probably takes lessons from Satan himself.

But the fact was that the Black Book was still in his possession, something that had disrupted my family's peace to the point that there was silence at our breakfast table, almost like everyone was holding on to their thoughts. Aaron is the first one to break the silence.

"Dad, did you hear the rumors related to Albanians? Our spies amongst their ranks just reported back to me. Do you think they have it, the Black Book, I mean?"

"Aaron, son, let's finish our breakfast first. You know the rules: no business talks at the breakfast table."

Mom smiles and puts more eggs and toast on Aaron's plate.

"But..."

"Finish your breakfast, and then we'll talk in my office," Dad adds sternly, then looks at me with that warm smile he always has on his face when talking to me. "How's college treating you, Angel? As much as I'm glad, it's kind of shocking for you to come back during your exam times. If this is because of the problems we're facing, trust me, Angel, you need not worry. We will get through it, like we always do." Dad gives me a reassuring smile.

"Actually, there's something else that I wanted to discuss with you, with all of you, I mean, and I couldn't discuss this over the phone."

That gets my family's attention.

OK Aanya, you can do this, come on.

"Actually, the thing is that I... I have..." I take a sip of water, then a deep breath.

Way to go, Aanya, bravo.

I can see my parents and my brothers tensing up.

"There's this thing I want to tell you all, but before that I want you all to promise me that there won't be any kind of violence or bloodshed. I need you to promise me this, especially Dad and Aaron."

"Wow, that's reassuring for sure," says Caleb.

"What's it, Aanya? You're scaring us, baby," Mom's face is full of concern.

"Is some twat in the UK troubling you? Someone bullying you? But that cannot be the case. I would have known if something like this happened. I have placed guards around the campus, and there are guards who follow you back home. Caleb, what is this about?"

"I am just as unaware about it as you are, brother."

"Aanya, Angel, what is it that you want to discuss?" My Dad adds.

"I—Daddy, I... I'M PLANNING TO GET ENGAGED!" I say it, closing my eyes and in one breath.

There's pin-drop silence around. Everyone looks at me in utter shock, while my Dad looks at me in disbelief.

"Aanya, princess, did you just say you want to get engaged? It can't be right. Lischka, did you hear the same thing?"

"Yes, Jer, I'm shocked too. Aanya, baby, this engagement... this is all too sudden."

"Well, you definitely won't get engaged to yourself. Whose ass do I need to whoop? Whoever this asshole is, Aanya, he's not trustworthy if you had to go out of your way to hide him from us. Wait a minute. Caleb, you better tell me that you're unaware of this too?"

"What do you think? Of course I am! If I knew, I would have personally looked into his background. Is he even a 'he'?"

Amidst all this, I take a look at my Dad, who's become like a statue. I cannot make out what's going through his mind. My mother has her hand above his and rubs it soothingly as if to ease the tension.

Slowly, he asks, "Who's it, Aanya? Who do you want to get engaged to? And why did you hide him from us?"

"Actually, you guys know him."

"We do?" "We do?" Aaron and Caleb say at the same time.

"Please don't tell me it's Dom," Aaron looks in pain saying it.

"Is it that Art project guy? Didn't you tell me he's gay?" Caleb asks.

"Is it Vaughn's son, Alec? Uncle Kirill had once mentioned his desire to get you guys engaged, but I'd sent a clear message regarding my feelings about the issue. Did that idiot go behind my back and propose? I swear I'll kill him myself if that's the case."

"Guys, you need to let Aanya speak. Aanya, love, who is it?"

"It's...

"Me, Ms. Volkov. I'm the one who proposed to Aanya, the one she's to be engaged to."

Oh no, no no no no... this cannot be happening.

Theo stands in the doorway to our dining room, a picture of complete calm and confidence in his dark blue suit, with a smirk.

"Aanya, my love, you—"

Whatever he wants to say gets lost as all hell breaks loose.

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

I saw this fan art a few months ago and wrote a whole ass fanfic about him lol drawn by @blackwhitefeatherart

He would absolutely love a satin dress on his gf.. like absolutely that’s his type.

Anyway! Here’s the ao3 link too

NSFW below the cut.

Suguru 🖤

Dinner with me tonight?

You

Sure, should I dress up?

Suguru 🖤

Yes 😉

Love you doll

Your boyfriend Geto Suguru had big plans to take you out to dinner but that was before you answered the door.

You were getting ready for the date and slipped on a satin red dress. Tying the lace up back so it fit your hips just right.

You slid your gold hoop earrings in and checked your hair, adjusting the clip in it as the door bell rang.

You hurried downstairs and opened the door.

Geto turned to you and his face turned to shock. Hands moving instinctually to your hips.

“Oh my god you are too much”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you leaned in for a quick kiss

He made you do a little spin so he could see you fully. Dragging his hand along the skin your dress was showing as you spun.

“Wow I don’t think we’ll be getting to dinner any time soon,” he joked. His lips pressed on yours softly his hands guiding you back to the wall of your hallway. Pushing your hips further back, he deepened the kiss one hand coming up to your neck and his thumb harshly pushing your chin up.

He hummed into your mouth with a grin spreading across his face.

“You’re definitely not leaving my sight this evening beautiful.” His eyes lingered on your face.

“Fine by me” you smirked in response.

Geto was beautiful. You took stock of your boyfriend as you walked out to his car, white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Black jeans and shoes. His tattoos snaking up his arms. You hadn’t been together long and his only somewhat familiar tattoos were making your eyes linger.

“Like what you see?” He teased.

“Maybe” you looked at him through your lashes.

Your stomach flipped as he opened your door and kissed the back of your hand.

You walked into the restaurant and he brought you up to a high top booth at the bar.

You slid in after him and his arm rested behind you on the booth. His fingers just ghosting your back.

You could feel a few women staring at Geto as you walked by and sat. Even now you could feel eyes on him making you suddenly possessive.

You scooted a little closer and let your hand move to his thigh.

Smiling at him sweetly, “everyone’s staring at you. Do you ever get used to it?”

“Yes” he said plainly.

He leaned into you and lowly said, “put on a show for them.”

A request and a question at the same time.

He kissed your neck slowly letting his lips ghost over your skin, making you heat up a little at the thought of people watching him do this to you.

You letting him do this in public.

The waiter approached and offered water, clearly intimidated by the display.

“Yes please” Geto straightened up. “And a bottle of white wine.”

Once the waiter walked away Geto grabbed your hand and moved it further up his thigh.

“If you’re going to claim me then do it.”

“Okay” was all you could manage and testing the boundaries you leaned in for a kiss. Letting your lips hover over his and then pressing your mouths together, full tongue on display for everyone.

Pulling back, “how was that?” you ask him

“Much better,” the end of his lips tugged up. You could feel how hard he was even though you weren’t touching him yet. Your hand was just close enough to feel the strain on his pants.

“We’re going to have to leave early if you keep that up.”

“Oh keep what up?” You pretended to not understand him.

Your finger started twirling a lock of his hair around.

He laughed darkly, “you’re going to get yourself into all sorts of trouble tonight beautiful. This is more entertaining than the night we met, and you know how that went.” He gave you a salacious grin.

Memories of him pounding into you while your face was pressed into his mattress.

The thought made you clench your thighs together and you could feel yourself get wet.

The wine was left on the table, opened and 2 glasses were poured.

Geto made sexy eyes at you that made you laugh after the waiter left.

Sipping from your wine you could still feel eyes on you and Geto. It’s not that you weren’t used to attention this was just a different level than usual.

He noticed you drift off and his hand brushed the hair off your shoulder and slid slowly around the back of your neck.

“You seem distant tonight. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I just need a few more drinks to get over people staring.”

“Let them, we’re beautiful if they want to stare let them.”

Oozing the false confidence your boyfriend lent you, you slid closer. “Let’s get our food to go. Please!”

“Okay” he looked down at you with a curious grin. “Anything for you”

His hand tipped your chin up and he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. His eyes hinted at more.

Geto had a really nice car and it always made you feel so luxurious riding in it. The cream leather under your back.

Teasingly Geto pushed the hem of your dress up and started sliding his hand up your thigh.

Your hand moves up to the nape of his neck and a sigh left your lips.

“Oh princess I’m just getting started with you tonight.” Without even looking at you he stated “you better not have plans tomorrow”

“Why?” You were a tad confused

Then his eyes glanced to yours

“Because I’m going to ruin you tonight”

You were soaking at that, thighs pressed together with getos hand still in between them.

“Oh someone is needy”

He tsked at you sliding his hand further up letting the tips of his fingers brush your panties.

He could feel the wetness coming from you and you couldn’t help but flush.

“That pretty cunt is going to be mine as soon as we walk in your door.”

His fingers dipped below your panties and his pinky finger started running the slick up and down.

“Suguru stop toying with me”

You didn’t mean it and he knew it. Pleased with himself he lightly kept brushing your sensitive folds.

Pulling up to your home, Geto opened the car door, a gentleman as always, even though his hands were just up your skirt the whole car ride home.

As your apartment door shut behind you, he pressed you greedily into the wall; his breath on your cheek.

“Now where were we my love?”

“Fuck” you wined and threw your head back. The ‘love’ rolling off his tongue made your stomach flutter.

“You really know how to tease me” he murmured into your ear.

“I know how to tease you?”

“Yes” he said plainly.

“No no, I didn’t just have my hands down your pants”

His hands cupped your ass.

“No but I’m about to change that” his eyes darkened.

His lips crashed into yours And his hands pulled your dress up at the hips.

His needy hands grabbing at your thighs, you know his fingers are going to bruise you. his lips move to your neck and he pants in your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. This dress is never leaving your closet and you can only wear it when I say. I cannot have plans the day after you wearing this. Good god I’m going to ruin that pussy”

His hands were holding you up and his hips were rolling into yours your underwear drenched at his admission.

“Suguru please let me suck you”

“Oh my god you’re such a slut. Youre my little slut”

You wrapped your arms around his neck tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck

Your legs wrapping around his waist

He carried you up the stairs and into your bedroom. Not even making it to the bed he laid you out on the floor. Pushing your dress up to your waist again he ripped your underwear off breaking one side of the g string, tossing them aside carelessly.

“I’ll buy you 100 more just so I can rip them off you” he purred.

You were bracing yourself as he put his hands on you knees parting them so he could move between them. His hand slid up between your breasts and pushed you back on the floor.

His tongue began making obscene sounds against your clit. The tip of his tongue drug down to your entrance and made circles before it went inside you. Lapping up every bit of wetness you let out.

You let out an moan and start rocking your hips against his tongue desperate for friction. He reached around and rested an arm over you pinning you to the ground.

“Still so needy tonight”

You let out a whine.

He brought a finger to your entrance and just as he started to push in he pulled it out.

“I’m not sure if you want it enough. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“No please Geto I want it”

“Ohhh Geto is it?”

“No wait suguru please please I need it. I need you”

“Need me? Needy needy”

He plunged two fingers inside you all the way to the knuckle

Curling his fingers upward.

His muscled arm moved his fingers in and out at an unrelenting pace.

“Touch yourself”

Your hand did as it was told and circled your clit. The touch causing almost immediate release, your hips lifting off the floor and Sugurus fingers slowing. He brought his fingers up to his lips.

“I always forget how incredible you taste”

He placed a kiss to your lips softly, his hands snaking behind your back as they easily untied your dress straps.

Your fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt and push it off his shoulders.

His lips moving to your neck leaving a red spot that will definitely bruise tomorrow.

His hand grabbed the top of your dress and pulled it down exposing your chest.

His lips moved to your nipple sucking it into his mouth and nipping on it.

He stood up and removed his pants, you got to your knees and started teasing the tip of him.

“Can I?”

He grabbed your chin bringing you to his cock. At that you brought your hands up and took him in your mouth, running your tongue up and down the underside of him.

He threw his head back in absolute pleasure.

Taking him deeper in your mouth he hit the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Hearing you choke on him made him groan and he removed you from his cock.

“Lay back” he demanded.

He got to his knees and bunched your dress up around your waist.

He teased your clit with his tip,

“Are you going to scream for me love?”

“Yes”

“Good girl”

He slid inside you and could feel your walls clench around him.

“Fuck you feel so good”

“Fuck me” you said as a groan. A devilish grin reached across his face. He leaned down to kiss your lips and cooed, “With pleasure”

You got so wet at that. He pulled your bunched dress in his hand tight and began slamming into you, the dress acting as a handle m. Your body rising up to meet his.

Your chest bounced as he fucked you.

“God you’re so perfect. I can’t believe I get to have you like this”

His pace was fast and ruthless. It made you feel like the world was melting away. Your head spinning as he fucked you.

“Suguru I feel so full oh my god. Please come inside me”

His eyes met yours as his hips began to get sloppy. Pulling you tight against him using the dress his hips slammed into you as he came, keeping his hips pressed to you as hard as possible.

You could feel him releasing into you his cock pulsing. Suguru pulls out and presses his body to yours kissing you.

“Are you okay beautiful?”

You just smile and nod. Grabbing his face you pull him closer to you and whisper “I want you again, please Suguru I’m still turned on.”

Give me a minute please love and I’ll give you what you want.

He laid on the floor next to you catching his breath. You unzipped your dress at the side seam and started to shimmy out of it.

Geto rolls to his side slowly letting his fingers brush your body.

His hands appreciating every curve of you, fingers tracing the underside of your boob. And tracing the indent at the center of your body down to your cunt.

Teasingly he ghosted his fingers down your legs and up to your center letting his fingers tips linger at the spot where your legs met your hips.

You rolled to your back and let your legs drop open for him allowing him better access to what you wanted.

“Fuck suguru you’re incredible”

You leaned your head to the side and begged “please touch me”

His finger dipped to your entrance

“Oh my god love you’re dripping for me”

His finger languidly drawing circles around your entrance every so often bringing your wetness over your clit. Letting yourself enjoy the slow motions you close your eyes.

Geto notices your eyes are closed and leaned over taking your nipple in his mouth. Letting it go with a pop.

His mouth found yours and his tongue pressed against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck. You fill your lungs so your nipples touch his bare chest.

He lets a moan out against your lips.

“Teasing me now?”

“Yes” you smirked.

He situated himself between your legs and glided his cock on your wet slit. Payback for the move you pulled.

“You really are a slut for me. You’re so wet”

He slowly pushed in you this time going at a glacial pace. Making sure you feel every inch. His hair falling out of the half up bun it was in.

Hold on love don’t move. He stilled his hips but didn’t pull out.

He grabbed his hair and expertly twirled it back into a bun. As he was tying it back up you pushed your body closer to him burying his cock deeper inside you. Rocking your hips slowly you made eye contact. A chuckle left his lips.

“Oh you’re going to pay for that love.”

“I plan on it” you said raising an eyebrow at him.

He grabbed your hips.

Oh fuck.

He started moving in and out of you slamming your hips to his each time.

“My ass is going to bruise so bad”

“Good”

His hands moved to the floor on either side of you picking up his pace you felt heat rising in you.

“Fuck yes Suguru, Keep going.”

He obliged and started fucking you harder.

The pleasure on his face and a bead of sweat dropped from him on to your chest.

“God you’re so sexy when I’m fucking you”

“Harder p-please”

Your cum dulling the friction and you wanted to feel him. He slammed into you harder you grabbed his hips for stability, a moan spilling from your lips.

“Fuck suguru harder”

His next thrust had you arching your back as your whole body slid across the rug.

His hips chased you again and again until you were almost under the bed.

His arms cupped under your shoulders to keep you from sliding any farther. Heat built in you again, Suguru moved his thumb to your clit and circled a few times.

His mouth was on you neck and your hands were grasping his back. Pressing into his flesh to keep him inside you.

Both of you holding on to the other

“Fuck I’m gonna cum he said”

“Not yet please”

You moved your finger to your clit and after just a few passes you came. Your mouth going slack he chased his own high and came inside you again.

His body landing on top of you. His soft hands pushing the hair back off of your face. Sweet kisses being peppered on your lips and cheek.

He rolled to the side and held you. Stroking you hair while the cum on your legs dried.

Letting you both have a moment, he stayed inside you going soft and sticky. He stroked you hair and kissed your forehead.

Your leg around his waist was limply draped and he trailed his fingers tenderly over your thighs and calves.

Finally he started to slowly pull out and the dry sticky mess adding to the sensuality of it, you thought you were going to orgasm again as he did this.

“Ahh m.. m .. I love when you do that Sug.”

“I know it’s incredible for me too.”

Opening your legs you let the cool air hit your sore throbbing lips.

“I probably look like such a mess”

Suguru rolls over to you and kisses you cheek.

“You, my love, look thoroughly fucked.”

“We need water”

You feign trying to get up. Your legs not even twitching.

“I know where your kitchen is, I can get it.”

Geto walks fully naked to your kitchen and returns with a glass of water.

“Come on love off the floor.”

He reaches over you and turns down the comforter. Picking you up bridal style and lays you on the bed under the covers. Then joins you.

Throwing your arm over his waist and nuzzling your head on his chest you can still feel the wine from earlier buzzing through your head. Geto continues to stroke you hair and the comfort makes your eyes close.

Then there’s a cold wet feeling at your shoulder.

“Drink my love. Or you’ll have a nasty hang over.” He chuckles sweetly.

“Thanks,” you weakly take the glass of water and drink it half way down.

“Oh my god it’s only like 10 o’clock.”

Geto turns to you “and? Isn’t that early for you?”

“Yes but it’s too early to feel this way. I thought you weren’t supposed to get this fucked until like 2am.”

“Well it just gives us more time later then.”A mischievous grin on his face. “But for now you can rest, just know I’m not quite done with you.”

He looked so beautiful with your white covers pulled up around his waist. Abs flexing, still slightly shining from the exertion earlier.

“What if we went and had a drink downstairs? I could stand to loosen up a bit more. I had an exhausting week at work.” You suggested.

“Oh feeling a little spicy tonight?”

“Yes I thought you could tell earlier. Also those mozzarella sticks are calling my name.”

He just sweetly smiles and chuckles

“Okay let’s go then.”

He goes and grabs the silk robes he bought you both after the first night he stayed over.

You stand up and put it on tying it at the waist not bothering to put on any thing else, you were both probably going to sleep naked anyway.

Downstairs you grabbed the take out bag that was still be the door.

After popping the mozzarella sticks in the air fryer and Geto eating his salad you poured one more glass of wine.

Sitting at the bar of your kitchen island Geto cleaned his dishes and yours while you were sipping. Generally chatting about your week at work and how you were still deciding how you felt about your new coworker.

Taking a bite of your food the cheese fell out onto to plate.

Geto chuckled “are you having a bit of trouble there?”

“No” I scowled playfully.

He hummed and agreed when necessary at your conversation. Always happy to hear about your life and all the things he didn’t know about you yet.

As you got a little further into your last glass of wine for the night, you couldn’t help your eyes darting to the robe your boyfriend was wearing and how it cut a v all the way down past his belly button. How chiseled he was. How badly you needed him again. How his eyes shined when he spoke. And how his lips moved in the dim glow of the under cabinet lighting. You got up and wrapped your arms around his waist placing the softest kiss to his cheek.

He placed a hand on your face, thumb stroking your cheek bone gently.

“You’re beautiful you know that?”

This made you flush a little at how someone like him could truly think that.

“Thank you and thank you for doing the dishes.”

He kissed you at that.

“My pleasure love.”

He kissed you again and backed you up to the counter. Playfully he pinned you and put both hands around you so you couldn’t escape (not like you wanted to).

You placed an innocent kiss to his neck and looked into his eyes.

The look he gives you takes your breath away. Like he wants to crawl inside your skin and make you his home. Like the rest of the world didn’t exist for him. Like he could devour you.

His hands stayed on the counter and he leaned into you. Hips already pressing against you, he slowly pulled your robe to the side and his thumb began circling your nipple.

You sucked in a breath and threw your head back.

His mouth moved to your neck this time and the hand not playing with your breast moved to cup your nape.

You could feel your self getting wet again and your knees buckled. Your full body weight pinned between Suguru and the counter.

He moved to kiss your mouth and let his tongue sweep in. His hand split your robe beneath the tie. Letting his fingers dip into your core he brought them out dripping and put them on your tongue. Reaching down again he brought your wetness up but to his mouth this time. You could feel how hard he was getting, his robe not leaving anything to the imagination.

He suddenly flipped you around and pushed your body over the counter. moving to his knees he placed a kiss on your folds. His tongue licking right up the center. Doing rings around your entrance he plunged his tongue into you and pushed his face as close to your body as possible. The saliva and juices mixing together, he dragged his face on your ass cheek and looking over your shoulder you could see him use a thumb to clean his mouth.

He was graceful even when people weren’t looking and that made you so turned on.

He stood up and moved his dick against your wet cunt and your clit. You were so overstimulated at this point but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving against him.

He leaned over you pressing your exposed breasts onto the cold counter.

“Im addicted to your pussy love. I can’t get enough. And it seems you can get enough if me either. Do you want me to fuck you in this kitchen where your neighbors can see? The blinds are open and I know they can see us.”

You looked over. It was dark out which meant your neighbors could definitely see what was happening.

You could feel your walls clench around nothing and Suguru pulled your robe completely off you.

“Do you like the idea of people being able to see me fuck you? To see my cock slide in and out, having people know I’m claiming you.”

He rutted against you again teasing your clit. His hand slid up your neck wrapping it around you lightly. Continuing to rub his tip against your clit.

“You are such a dirty little slut.” His words whisper in your ear so sweetly.

“You’re just filthy and you’ll let me do anything I want to you. How did I get so lucky?” He was still teasing your clit but had moved his hand to press you down against the counter fully.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless”

“Yes please suguru I need it”

“Oh my god” came out as a groan from him.

He pushed 2 fingers in your swollen pussy. Letting them slowly glide in and out. “Fuck you’re so wet again. That’s all you.” He ran his fingers along your side smearing your slick along your body.

“Beg for me love”

“Please suguru. Please I need to feel you.”

“Feel me what?”

“Feel you inside me. I neeeed it, pretty please”

His fingers kept pumping in and out slowly.

He placed kisses all up and down your back. You whined as his fingers exited you leaving you feeling empty.

Then his tip came to tease you again. Running it from your clit to your entrance. He slowly pushed his tip inside you and back out rubbing it up to your clit again.

Then pushing fully inside you he began moving his hips, his hand on your nape keeping you pressed to the counter that was warm now.

“Suguru ahh. Your feel fucking incredible”

“My good little slut complimenting me?”

“Yes”

“Good girl.” He growled out.

You could see his dark hair falling around him and god he looked like something plucked straight from your dreams.

“Do I now?” His voice breaking your thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re speaking dear.”

“Shit did I say …. that out loud?”

His relentless pace was going to leave more bruises on your hips.

“I didn’t mean to”

He smiled and slowed for a moment smacked your ass cheek leaving a large hand print.

Gripping your hips a little closer to him and off the counter he started getting sloppy.

At the contact with him you began to feel yourself shake.

“Suguru I’m gonna come again”

He pulled your hair in one bunch off your back and continued fucking you.

“Come on my cock I want to feel you.”

At his words you let go. A moan coming out of your mouth. Your legs were shaking.

“Suguru, can’t stand.”

He put hands on your hips and fucked you through his own climax. Letting his come slide down your legs as he held you.

He carried you into the bathroom and started the bath.

“You’re too good to me.”

He twisted his hair up into a bun completely and let the robe he was still wearing slide into the floor. You swung your legs over the edge of the bath tub and put them in the water, letting yourself slide into the warm bath.

“Suguru please join me.” He returned with towels and set them on the counter. Sliding in behind you he wrapped his arms fully around your body. Your head falling to one of his shoulders and heads pressed together.

“You were right suguru I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

“I know beautiful.”

[quartztwst]

Say Monsieur Jade, how many SSRS do u have? Also how did u find out abt TWST in the first place?

I got likeeee 21 SSRs

I have Scarabia and Octavinelle dorm SSRs and there's the others I just happened to get

I was actually a big Obey Me player back then until people started comparing Lucifer and Crewel together and I was like "wow they do look alike lmao" and then I kept fucking seeing the twst cast everywhere

EVEN MY FAVORITE OBEY ME FANFIC WRITER WAS TURNED INTO A TWSTIE LIKE WTF

But then I was like, "Okay let's try it out" so I downloaded the QooApp and played twst for a few days. I followed the translations on YouTube since it was 2021. There was NOT an English version yet.

The first hand I picked was Idia HAHAHA he looked gloomy and emo and I thought I liked emo boys

God, was I wrong..

It actually took me a while to actually get into it. I stopped playing because I couldn't get past Riddle's overblot, and it took me like a few weeks. Likeeee I forgot about it lmaooo. And then I was like, "maybe it's not that bad" and Octavinelle arc happened and now I'm here

For nearly 4 years

Haha

Bro I remember looking at Leona's wiki page when I was still into Obey Me and saying, "wow this guy is pretty good looking and cool" and I thought he was a little nicer with his attitude LMAOOO i was so dumb back then

Oh and my bitch ass thought they lived in this black abyss

I literally thought they lived in that dark void

Like I thought the plot was that the Disney villains died and they suddenly turn into anime boys and they just live in this dark abyss 💀💀💀

Oh and I remember first being exposed to the tweels like I remember a specific screenshot and it was the lab and they both were in their lab coats. I think it was probably Sebek's SR labwear but I was so shocked to see that they actually had places

LIKE SO THEY DON'T LIVE IN COMPLETE DARKNESS??

My ass thought they were in PURGATORY bc they "used to be villains"

This is how I used to imagine the gameplay

LMAOOO IT LOOKS SO STUPID BUT THATS HOW I IMAGINED IT

I didn't know much about games like these expect for Obey Me. And I ALSO THOUGHT IT WAS A DATING SIM HELPPPP I THOUGHT IT WAS

That's so cringe anyways hi this is how I found twst

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 26: Beyond the Liaison & Profiler

[Story Masterlist] // [Aitana’s Masterlist]

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

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Aitana brought her game tonight even if it meant feeling her soreness each time she moved quicker than she should. Still, she was very proud when she fit the last piece of the puzzle before Spencer could even reach for the damn thing.

"Ha! Yes! I win—" She had barely cheered with fists in the air when she felt the sharp jab on her side and was forced to pull her arms down. She settled for one mock salute afterwards.

Spencer was only holding his laugh because it looked like she'd hurt herself badly. "I, uh, thought this was supposed to be a friendly puzzle..." He remarked, pushing his chair closer to the table.

Aitana snorted, very subtle passing a hand over her wound. The kitchen table thankfully hid the movement from Spencer. "You do realize that everyone else was happy to tell me that you're secretly competitive, right?"

"Spencer frowned. "I'm not competitive."

"That's not what Morgan swears."

"I'm not!"

Aitana raised a hand, indicating she would pause the argument. "You know what? Because you so kindly came over to lend me a new book and you actually sat down to do a puzzle with me, I'm going to pretend that Morgan wasn't right. You've given me some fun on this solitary evening of mine."

Spencer deadpanned her. "Wow, so big of you. Thanks."

Aitana smiled proudly. "Yes, I am."

Spencer pretended to disapprove of her tidbits. She was right, though, in that the evening had turned out to be a little more fun than expected. Keeping true to his promise, he had let her borrow some of his books while she recuperated at home. Tonight, he'd stopped by to pick up the finished book from her and to give her a new one in place. He found her alone at home doing a puzzle and when she asked if he wanted to stay for a bit, he couldn't refuse. More to the fact that he actually liked doing puzzles, he wasn't fond of the idea of her being alone while she was healing a bullet wound. In the case of an emergency, it would be better if someone was with her. It was also a better way to spend his free evenings. He had found himself drifting to JJ's home a lot more lately and he would like to give her couch a break. Aitana seemed to help distract him in a good way.

So, she allowed him to help her with her puzzle. Somehow along the way, it may have turned into an unspoken race to see who could finish it first. She did, apparently. It was all still very shocking to Spencer.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Aitana said in the end, offering him one genuine smile. "I may get a little competitive myself."

"Noo," Spencer feigned shock.

"But it's not often I can do it with puzzles!" she exclaimed. "My family doesn't do them and Elia thinks they're kind of stupid so I'm usually only competitive with myself. But now I have you!"

"Lucky me…"

"I'll stop," Aitana said, leading Spencer to laugh.

"No, it's fine. But you do know that I let you win, right?"

Aitana raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? You let me win?"

Spencer nodded, now growing his own smirk. "Sorry to tell you the truth, but you don't get a pass just because you have an injury."

Her 'ha!' echoed in the kitchen. "We'll just see about that," she warned. She reached for the puzzle box and pulled the lid open. "You know I have like a hundred more of these boxes, right?" She asked as she started dumping their finished puzzle into the box.

"Are they actually challenging?" Spencer was full blown proud of himself by this point. He couldn't tell if the incredulous shock on Aitana's face was real or not but he liked it either way.

"Oh, oh, it's on!" she pointed at him. "It is so on! Just you wait!"

"I look forward to it," he said, flashing her a casual smile that just irked her even more.

Before she said anything else, they heard the front door opening. Spencer didn't even have the time to consider the possibility of an intruder when a familiar voice called.

"Aitana?"

"Kitchen!" Aitana didn't look up from the puzzle she was dumping into the box.

Spencer recognized Angel when he walked into the room.

"We have visitors?" He looked at Spencer with some curiosity.

"Competition," Aitana corrected, shooting Spencer a little mock-glare.

Spencer smiled only briefly now. It was hard not to feel self conscious around Angel after everything that happened — things that almost happened. He was beginning to realize that he had actually spent quite a few hours with Aitana tonight. There was nothing wrong with it of course (they hadn't done anything wrong) but there was the senseless guilt gnawing at him anyways.

"I'm sorry, what was the name again?" Angel asked.

Spencer cleared his throat as he pulled himself up from his chair. "Spencer Reid," he could only wave a hand at Angel.

"I'm Angel, nice to see you again. Sorry, I forget just about everything."

"His head wouldn't be there if it wasn't attached," Aitana remarked and smirked when Angel shot her a look.

"Ignoring her," Angel pulled his attention off her a second later. "If you stayed with her voluntarily, I commend you."

"Uh, it was…" Spencer was naturally puzzled with the words. They seemed a little harsh, in his opinion.

Aitana rolled her eyes at the comment. "Don't mind him, he's extra rude when he comes home from work."

"I own a restaurant so I deal with a lot of people," Angel exhaled a heavy breath, his dark eyes widening as he probably thought of his day. "We had multiple big parties today, so..."

Spencer nodded. That sounded hectic and definitely not what he would want to do with his day. "I should get going," he said.

"What?" Aitana blinked in surprise. "But I said it was on! You can't leave once I say it's on!"

Spencer smiled at her. It was a whole other side he was seeing of her and it was very amusing.

"She is so competitive, don't mind her," Angel shook his head.

"I am not!"

"Right."

"It's fine, Aitana, you need to rest. Penelope really wants you to come back already." Spencer counted at least a dozen moments in which Penelope said those exact words. She had grown attached to Aitana working as co-liaison partners.

"Do you mean to tell me it's just Penelope who wants me back?" Aitana feigned offence. "Nobody else?"

"Of course we all want you back," Spencer amended his fault even if he didn't have any. "But to do that, you do need to rest."

Aitana sighed. "Fine, but you're not off the hook."

"God forbid you get off the hook," Angel reiterated with a small laugh to follow.

Aitana chose to ignore him. "Thanks for the books, Spencer. I'll take good care of them, I promise."

He had no doubt that she would. She was the most organized person in the team. "I'm glad they're helping with the boredom. I'll see you soon."

She nodded. "Yup!" If it was up to her, she'd already be back at the BAU.

"Bye." For some reason, Spencer left in a hasty manner like he was trying to get away. He was smart enough to know why but it was better to pretend to be confused. It saved him the embarrassment.

"I cannot believe you forced that poor guy to do a puzzle with you," Angel said as soon as they heard the front door close. "Seriously? Did you want to torture him like that?"

Aitana rolled her eyes as she finished placing the lid over her puzzle box. "Some people actually like doing puzzles and for your information, Spencer is one of them."

Angel snorted at the idea. "Why?" He headed for the kitchen cabinets.

"They're relaxing!"

"Not with you! Ten bucks says you got competitive with him." Angel paused to see Aitana's face and was more than pleased with himself to see her looking away with guilt. "I knew it." He snagged a glass from the cabinet and headed for the filter.

"It's not my fault," Aitana shrugged. "You and Mateo never wanted to do puzzles with me. I always did them by myself so now that I actually have a friend who likes to do puzzles, I want to keep my winning streak." Angel shook his head at her then drank water. "And I'm going to keep them, eidetic memory or not."

Angel snorted again, nearly choking on his water because of it. "It's not healthy to be that competitive, you know."

"It's fun." Aitana gathered her puzzle box and got out of her chair.

"You're going to run him off, you know!"

Aitana smirked. "Doubt it. He invited me to the movies Friday."

"Oh!" Angel barely made a face when Aitana added that it was a group invitation. It was nowhere near what he was thinking.

"There's a movie that Penelope wants to watch," Aitana said, shrugging her shoulders. "So there's your FYI. You better cook dinner yourself tonight."

Angel snorted then fully laughed. "When do you ever cook dinner for me!?"

Aitana rolled her eyes and decided to head upstairs for some relaxing reading. She did have something new to read after all.

~0~

On Friday, Aitana received an apology text from Penelope because they'd gotten a new case and their movie plans were unfortunately put on hold. Aitana sent back a response assuring her that she of course understood.

She spent the weekend moving around as much as she could without forcing herself too much. The idea was to slowly ease her body back to her old routine so she could finally go back to work.

She went around her room organizing her things. Her shelves had gathered dust from her bed rest days and her poor plants needed more of her attention. Even her fish tank downstairs got a well deserved cleaning. After she felt like her home was decent enough to live in, she got to reading the books Spencer let her borrow. He'd been so nice this whole recuperation time, letting her read from his personal shelves. She wasn't a big reader growing up, at least not out of her favorite subjects (space and marine life). And wouldn't you know it, the first book that Spencer let her borrow was a space fiction story. After that, Spencer started bringing her a few classics he thought she might like.

This time, it was Crime and Punishment. Aitana couldn't help her smile when she first saw the title. It turned out to be a book of moral dilemmas, reminding her of the trolley problem (which she would happily compare to when Spencer asked her about the book). It was fascinating and she couldn't wait to find out how it ended. She hoped to finish soon. She had an inkling fear that Spencer was too nice to tell her not to take too much time with his book. She learned well by now how he was with his things and she did not want to upset him by any means.

She was so deep into her book that she almost missed Penelope's text message on Sunday night.

Hey Sprinkles! I know it's a little late but I managed to convince the others to go to the movies! If you're interested, we can pick you up!

Aitana answered within the minute. Of course she was ready to go at any time. And even though she insisted on getting to the theater on her own, Penelope insisted that she should take it easy. Seaver would pick her up. And in an hour, Seaver was at her front step.

"You're going out?" Angel caught the pair unexpectedly just as they were getting ready to leave. "Kinda late, don't you think?"

"What are you? My mother?" Aitana playfully rolled her eyes.

"Well, I know Pamela wouldn't like it."

Seaver smiled at the pair. "It'll just be a movie," she assured Angel but Aitana scoffed.

"Please don't indulge him. He thinks he's so cool being an annoying big brother."

"It's a fun job," Angel said with a completely serious face. Seaver had to laugh.

"Goodbye!" Aitana ushered Seaver out so she could shut the door. "God I hate him sometimes!"

"He's funny," Seaver remarked on the way to her car. "I always wanted a sibling…"

"You want him?" Aitana gestured back to the house. "You can have him. Or Mateo, really. He's my other brother. Both of them are up for grabs, seriously."

Seaver laughed again. She unlocked the car so they could get in. "I just thought it would be fun having someone else in the house. A sibling would've made a big difference."

"I guess they would," Aitana would have to agree. As rowdy as her childhood had been with Mateo and Angel around, she couldn't fathom the idea of living as an only child. "It would be too quiet without them," she realized. "My house was always loud. Angel's my step brother so he wasn't always in our house. He came by every weekend but even then, it was still loud."

Seaver turned the ignition on and soon drove into the street. "You know my childhood," she said with a sigh. "It was so quiet at times. I could hear every little noise in the house."

"You didn't have friends over?" Aitana curiously asked. "I always had Elia over too."

Seaver shook her head. "Not a lot. My father didn't really like them coming over."

"Oh, sorry about that…"

Seaver didn't seem to think long about it. She had long ago learned to move past the troubles in her home.

"You're more than welcome to stop by my place anytime you want," Aitana promised, "As annoying as Angel is, he's actually really easy going. It's why we work as roommates."

"Looks like it," Seaver chuckled. "I've never met any pair of siblings willingly living together, honestly."

"Ah, well, there's a reason why we have this arrangement," Aitana admitted. "I, um, had a lot of trouble living by myself after coming out of WPP. My parents had been looking for a while to rent the house so they decided to let me rent it. And I know they didn't want to say it out loud but I knew that they didn't really trust me to live on my own yet. Angel offered to pay half the rent. I couldn't say no."

"I'm sorry about that too," Seaver said. "It's ironic how many different ways there are to ruin a person who's lived peacefully all their lives."

Aitana hummed in agreement. "I was different," she said. "I know that I'm better now but I also know that I will never be who I used to be, not with the things I saw and lived through."

"I can share that sentiment too," Seaver said and shared a small laugh with Aitana. "The things that my father did...I could never go back to being who I used to be before we found out what he was. And I tried…"

"Yeah, we always try," Aitana whispered, falling distant with the memories of her failed attempts to reintegrate into society after WPP. "I went through so many jobs within the FBI. The leniency they had with me...dear Lord."

"I changed my name," Seaver reminded lightly, exchanging a brief glance with Aitana. "I was naive for thinking I wouldn't have to do it. The stares that I used to get…"

Aitana sympathetically looked at the woman. That would have to be something hard to live with.

~0~

"They're parking," Penelope looked up from her phone to Morgan and Spencer. "We should start buying the tickets. Save Aitana the extra walk."

"Well, we could've avoided it altogether if someone had just postponed the plans for later," Morgan shot her a look. She was so eager, as usual, to go out even after what felt like the longest case.

"Shush," Penelope waved him off. "She's bored. And I want to see a movie!"

"Can't be that bored…" Morgan swayed his head in Spencer's direction, leaving the man little time to ready himself for the inevitable teasing, "Not when Pretty Boy over here is stopping by every night to see her." Penelope snickered between them.

"I am not!" Spencer frowned.

"But you have been several times," Morgan flashed him a smirk.

Spencer's eyes landed on Penelope, accusing her for all this. She should know better than to tell Morgan this kind of stuff. She had the decency to smile a little bashfully.

"So has Penelope, so has Seaver," he said as his genius defense.

"Yeah, but you're doing puzzles with her and lending her books…"

"Talking about fishes and space," Penelope decided to add, giggling when Spencer glared at her. "Oh c'mon, you guys talked for guys about her little space project for her fish tank! It was really cute!"

Spencer shook his head at the pair. It was all harmless talking and they knew it. He knew it. It was actually really fun getting to know more about Aitana's side projects at home. She was more in depth than anyone at the BAU would expect their liaison/profiler to be. For the past 7 months, she'd been thoroughly focused on healing and reintegrating, leaving very few moments to really get to know her. Now she was beginning to open up and she was turning out to be a very interesting person. She was huge on space and, by an odd extension, fishes. He even learned that she had been president of an astrology club in her old high school. She had more plants than she needed to, she was constantly on the hunt for new fishes for her tank, she liked to dance, and there was still much more to her. She was surprisingly competitive when it came to doing puzzles, though he should've seen that coming with her little playful point system with him. Her easy going nature provided for a comfortable atmosphere, a trusting atmosphere. It was easy talking to her and therefore spending time with her, even alone.

To say, she even made it a little easier to tell her more of the situation with his mother. He still felt guilty for lashing out at her on their last case and though she had every right to still be upset with him about it, she welcomed anything he wanted to talk about. Everything was nice, everything was easy. The last thing he needed was for it to shatter because of some incessant, baseless accusations. Everyone also seemed to conveniently forget that Aitana was very much in a relationship. That alone proved she was just a friend.

"Hey there Sprinkles," Penelope was the first to greet Aitana when she and Seaver joined them. They already had the tickets and were merely waiting for the group to be together.

"Hey," Aitana waved before hurriedly stuffing her hand into her pocket. She was a little cold. "You guys look like crap, no offence."

"Just because it's you, I'm going to let it go," Morgan sarcastically wagged a finger at her.

Aitana's small laugh was short but it appeared like she could laugh freely without feeling the pain of her wound now. "Spencer, still reading the book. Might hang onto it for a couple more days if that's alright."

"Take your time," he said. "And I always have more."

"Yeah, I'm sure you do," she nodded, chuckling.

"More space?" Morgan asked with a healthy tease smile.

"Don't diss it," Aitana waved him off. Penelope started leading the way into the theater. "You know I was president of my astronomy club in high school?"

"And that's supposed to be cool?"

"It sounds cool to me," Seaver said, earning a grateful 'thank you' from Aitana.

"I even got us a camping trip to see the constellations! We saw Ursa Major on the first night, then Cepheus and Cassiopeia the following nights!"

"What? No shooting stars?" Morgan reached for the entry door first to hold for the others.

"Unfortunately, nothing fell from the sky those three days," Aitana dramatically sighed.

"You know, it's estimated that 60 tons of debris falls from space each day into our atmosphere," Spencer remarked.

Aitana scrunched her face at the fact. "I think I would've seen it."

He smiled. "A lot of it is microscopic particles that burn up when they enter the atmosphere."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, a lot of it ends up falling into the ocean."

"Those lucky fishes!"

Spencer laughed with her. From behind, Penelope nudged Morgan. She mouthed 'this is what I meant' to him, and consequently, Seaver. The two had a fairly amusing time understanding exactly what she meant.

~0~

"Unnecessary!" Penelope huffed as soon as they were out of the theater. Not even the chillier air could distract her from the deep disappointment of their movie. "There's too much blood and gore and eew!"

"Garcia, it's a slasher film," Spencer reminded her. "How do you do a slasher film without violence?"

"You imply it!"

"Baby, the movie is called "Slice 6." What were you expecting?" Morgan could barely hold his laugh for her sake.

"A refreshing beverage with a twist of comedy!?"

"That's what you got from the title?" Aitana made a face. "I would think the word 'slice' is a dead giveaway of what the genre was."

Penelope did not care for reason. "I'm gonna have nightmares for a week!"

"With everything that we do and see on a daily basis, that got to you?" Seaver had to ask because from a logical point, it didn't make sense.

"Listen, newbie, you may be all Sigourney Weaver ass-kicking tough, which is awesome, but the mystical mavens of innocence like myself jump at things that go bump in the night!"

"Why are you worried? I'm sure that Morgan will protect you," Spencer gestured to the man, though he added with a growing smirk: "As long as he's not jumping out of his chair like a prepubescent schoolgirl." The others snickered.

"The only reason I jumped is 'cause you guys woke me up," Morgan said.

"How could you sleep during that?" Aitana asked. Several people had screamed around them multiple times.

"Easy. They dragged me out after a 12-hour workday...for what? You telling me that girl didn't know that the unsub was waiting for her upstairs? Come on, now."

"Villain," Spencer corrected.

"What?"

"Villain. In movies, unsubs are called villains."

Morgan playfully rolled his eyes. "My bad."

"You want to know why horror movies are so successful?"

"Why is that, genius?"

"They prey on our instinctual need to survive. In tribal days, a woman's scream would signal danger and the men would return from hunting to protect their pack. That's why it's always the women and not the men who fall victim to the bogeyman."

"Count on you, Reid, to break a movie down to science," Seaver said with eyebrows raised. At this point, she shouldn't even be surprised.

"I don't know, if you ever meet my maternal grandmother, the boogeyman will seem scarier," Aitana said, causing an eruption of laughter from the group. "She's got a tough attitude if you cross her."

"Oh, so we know where you get it from then," Morgan smirked. "Spicy Sprinkles."

She rolled her eyes at him. She would keep in the fact her parents often said the same thing. He didn't need the extra ammunition.

"I actually like horror movies but I need to be mentally prepared for them," Penelope said, thankfully changing the topic. "My favorite thing about horror movies is the suspense factor."

"Ah, the ticking clock," Spencer hummed. "The helpless victim walks through the dark. Shadows reaching out to get her. A sudden noise draws her attention. Is someone there, or is it just in her head?"

"Still, it's totally unrealistic," Penelope said, "No one should be walking through a dark alley by themselves at night."

"Ahem, hello?" Morgan made a clear gesture to himself.

"Ah," Penelope immediately endeavored to fix her mistake, "No one should be walking through a dark alley without a Derek Morgan by their side."

"But the best part of a horror movie is you never know when the end is gonna come," Spencer said. Their movie had ended suddenly on them, leaving a big 'what if?' for the audience to leave with.

"Unfortunately, that's also how it goes in real life," Aitana said, folding her arms over her chest. She turned around to the group, smiling wryly at them. "And with that, I bid you all goodnight."

"Oh, what a lovely send off," Morgan remarked.

Aitana mocked a bow, almost losing it when Penelope exclaimed a sharp 'Oh my god!' and tried straightening her back up. "Your wound!" She reminded.

Aitana laughed. "Pen, I'm good. Doctor says that I'll be able to go back to work next Monday."

"That'll be good," Seaver nodded, "We really need you around."

"I'll be back, promise," Aitana raised a hand. "I can't wait, honestly."

"Well you take care of yourself," Penelope said, reaching over to close Aitana's coat. "We want you nice and healthy for Monday."

Aitana promised her that she would take care of herself. She was going crazy at home doing nothing. She couldn't wait to go back to work. She just hoped she didn't miss anything important in the meantime. She also hoped that the first case back would be an easier one to prove for sure that she was just fine.

[jamgrlsblog]

B D and J for the fic ask!

Hello!!! Thank you for the ask ☺️.

B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?

The first fandom I read fic in was most certainly Harry Potter. I was a big Romione (Ron/Hermione) and Jily (James/Lily) shipper. (I know, I know! I was a kid, give me a break, lol.) The first fandom I wrote fic for was Twilight. I never actually published this fic, but I did hand write it in my diary, which I still have, and I found it recently and was laughing so hard about it. The thing is, I’m actually impressed by the writing, it’s pretty good (I was a high schooler) but being reminded of all this very strange Twilight stuff and also the fact that it is a Jacob/Renesme proposal fic was just kind of hilarious. (If you don’t know, Renesme is Bella and Edward’s half-vampire half-human child who is magically soulmate tied to Jacob the Werewolf/shape-shifter, Bella’s back-up romantic interest, when she is born, but it’s fine because she ages super quick and Jacob doesn’t age and isn’t it great that Bella doesn’t have to lose her best friend even though she didn’t choose him in the love triangle??? Also she can communicate telepathically by touch, which I had forgotten about and which I used a lot in this fic, giving present day me just like, a little bit of psychic damage 😂😂😂.)

D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?

I answered this ask here ☺️

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

My favorite fanfic trope is friends to lovers and yes, I have written it many times!! I have written childhood friends to lovers and high school friends to lovers and college friends to lovers and adult friends to lovers. I’m also a fan of reunited lovers, which I have also written, of course. (What a shock!! A Raeda fan likes friends to lovers and reunited lovers??? I was talking about these tropes once with my spouse and he said to me very sarcastically “wow, I never would have guessed that” and I was like “what are you talking about, do I talk about this a lot??” And he was like “look at what you were doing” and I was actively drawing Raeda art 😂😂😂.)

For the ask game 😎

[blackroseguzzi]

Jesus, etc.

So the name of this COLIN ZABEL x OFC is from a Wilco song, which will have more of an importance in another chapter. 

I am writing this as a X OFC, because Characters (like animals) make me feel way more connected to them when they have a name. I picked Norie Danner because I feel like it would sound so good rolling off the tongue with Mare & Colin’s Delco accents. 

There was a request for a Detective Colin Fanfic and I’m here for it! I will do multiple chapters with this one because the storyline is too good to try and cram into one fic. 

This chapter is a lot of background info leading up to the big meeting between Mare, Colin, and my OFC (who I hope you all end up falling in love with like I have!) 

ENJOY- your comments keep me writing - so pleassseeeee tell me what you think of this story so far!

“Officer Danner, my office. Now.” Chief Caters voice rumbled around the small station. All heads in the office looked up at the sound.

Norie Danner, a Sergeant police officer in Easttown, Pennsylvania got up from her desk, quickly adjusting her papers and shoving them into a file folder before making her way over to the chief’s office. She wasn’t nervous, though his voice sounded louder and more stern than it usually does. All eyes were on her as she walked over to the Chief’s office.

“Chief,” Danner said quickly, nodding her head at him. He moved to the side and ushered her into his office and he slammed the door. Okay, maybe he was angry? 

“Everything okay sir?” Danner asked, a confused look on her face. She placed this months police log onto his desk and took a seat across his desk. His face was emotionless, and he stood in front of her with his hands crossed at his waist. His eyes burned into hers, and she felt the heaviness of her spit slide down her throat as she swallowed, waiting for him to talk.

“I’m promoting you to Police lieutenant, Norie.” He broke out into a wide smile as he watched your eyes bug out of your head. “Your work has always been top tier, and I’ve never been more proud of the work you’ve done for this town and the personal growth through the years. Your dedication to Easttown is like none other. Congratulations, Lieutenant Danner!” He held out his hand to shake yours. You got up as if the chair had set your ass on fire. You shook his hand fast & happily.

“Oh wow, thank you so much! I thought you were about to chew me up and spit me out. I had no idea this was coming,” You confessed. He chuckled and reached into the desk drawer. He pulled out a shiny silver badge and handed it to you.

“Here, this is so rightfully yours.” The words Lieutenant Danner engaged across the tag, so beautifully. “We’ve got a lot to handle in the next few weeks.” Chief stated urging you to sit back down. You were coming down from the high of your promotion and focused on his words. “We’re bringing in a County Detective for the McMenamin case. He arrives tomorrow afternoon. I..”

“Excuse me for interrupting, but isn’t that being handled by Detective Sheehan?” You were confused. That case hit home in a small town like yours. You had worked with Mare Sheehan for years. You had gotten very close, more friends than co workers. She had been your superior when you had first started your job at the station. She held you close as your husband, a fellow police officer was shot in front of your eyes, and in return you were there for her when she had found her son dead, from suicide. You were slowly becoming Drew’s favorite babysitter, and Mac & cheese maker. You didn’t understand why she needed assistance on a case, she was the best there was. 

“Yeah, she is.. but the town needs more,” Carter spoke softly. He knew this was going to shock you, it was why he wanted to tell you this privately. He knew that Mare and you had become close. He was happy about that- you had both lost so much. He just wanted you, who turned their pain into passion for work to help Mare understand that another set of eyes on a case was not going to be a bad thing. 

“I understand that, but does Sheehan?” You let your shoulders fall and you fell back into the stiff chair. 

“Well, I need you to oversee that the two of our finest Detectives work cohesively.” Chief wanted you to be their babysitter. Awesome. You had been promoted and demoted at the same time.

“Not a babysitter per se,” He must have read your mind. “I just want you to make sure they work safe together. Tell them you’re there for support, especially when the town is beginning to get a little out of hand about this case.” 

“Yes sir, consider it done,” You got up from your desk and shook Chief Carters hand and thanked him once more. You grasped your new badge tightly in your hand as you opened the door to his office. 

“CONGRATULATIONS DANNER!!!!!!!!!!!” Everyone in the office cheered as you exited the Chief’s office. Clearly the station was in on this whole ordeal. You smiled, embarrassed at the outrageous outburst of recognition from your fellow officers and detectives. You searched the room for Mare. She was leaning against the doorway of the Station’s small kitchen, a coffee in her hand. She raised it up towards you and then back to her lips for a sip. She wasn’t one for a giant display of emotions, so that was her way of congratulating you. You gave her a small smile before one of the officers grabbed you in a bear hug. 

The commotion calmed down as fast as it had started, and as the evening came to a close the station was left with a few night shift Officers, Mare and yourself. Chief had even gone home to spend some time with his family before the big press conference tomorrow morning about the McMenamin case.

“So, you’re a big shot now, Danner,” Mare walked over to your desk and plopped herself onto the side of it. She was looking at all the papers, files, and photos across your work space. You were such a damn hard worker. You had been at the station for almost 12 years. She knew that because it was right around the time that she had really noticed her son’s troubles. You and your husband had both accepted positions in Easttown, two years into you career your husband, Rick, was killed by a single gunshot to the neck during a drug bust. Norie Danner turned her hurt into full on rage against the drug epidemic in the town. She was single handedly one of the best Police officers Mare had ever seen come through this town, not that she would ever admit that to you. 

“It’s Luitenant Danner to you now, detective sergeant Sheehan!” Norie pushed her rolling chair back, and folded her hands in her chest, a wide toothy smile spread across her face.

Mare took one of her m&ms from her bag and chucked it at her friend. 

“Hey, I could probably arrest you for that, we’ll say something along the lines of…assaulting a superior!” You watched as Mare threatened you with another M&M, the blue candy held in her fingers above her head.

“Don’t forget that I’m known for my great aim,” Mare joked before plopping the chocolate into her mouth. 

“You should head home, tomorrow’s a big day,” You looked into Mare’s eyes, and they looked warn out. You knew her troubles at home. You couldn’t imagine being in her shoes, and on top of home problems - work wasn’t giving her much grace either. 

“Yeah, can’t wait to be degraded by the town tomorrow,” She pressed her lips together, and taking a deep sigh. You gave her a sympathetic look.

“They will compare this to Katie’s case but keep them focused on the fact that this is DIFFERENT. Katie is still missing, and Erin is dead. There is no connection between the two.” You offered some support to your friend. She nodded slowly, she knew this already. She just didn’t think the towns people would listen. 

“Make matters even more fruitful, I get to enjoy some county sheriff breathing down my neck for the duration of this nightmare.” 

You wanted to pretend you didn’t know about this arrangement, so you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Chief called in an old crow?” You always joked that Country Detectives and officers were like old crows. They were always so stiff and rigid, circling the station looking for anything to feed off of for their own benefit. 

“Yeah, apparently this one is a master case cracker,” Mare plopped another M&M into her mouth, chewing angrily.

“Well as Lieutenant, I’ll be happy to overshadow you both on Erin’s case once in a while. Make sure the crow knows just where he can fly.” 

Mare gave you a thankful smile before suddenly shifting off your desk and walking towards the station door. “It’s getting late Lieutenant, see you in the morning.” She never liked you running home in the dark.

You raised your wrist at your watch, wow already 8:40. You were no stranger to overtime, but this was late - even for you. Luckily, you lived only a few blocks from the station. You had moved there right after your husband had passed. You wanted a small one bedroom, easy to keep clean and cheap rent so that you didn’t feel so bad forking it over when you had only sleep there for a few hours a night each month.

You went to the bathroom and changed into your running attire before putting on her backpack and saying her goodbyes to the night officers before running off the days events all the way to her home. 

THE NEXT DAY.

Norie had been called in at 445 that morning. They needed her to set the work schedule for the patrol officers, and she needed to assign the rest of the day shift officers to the press conference. She knew this would be a big one. 

You had been so busy she didn’t even realize that the county officer had showed up. Apparently the desk officer had shown him to Mare’s office. You walked to the small kitchen, needing that mid morning cup of crappy station coffee to jolt you like it always did. You heard the door of the station slam and watched Mare huff through the hall of her office. You looked back at the coffee, and decided the last bit in the pot could be split between the two of you. 

As you exited the kitchen with two styrofoam cups in her hands, you were met with the Chief- his eyes glued to Mare’s closed door. “You want to go see how she is or should I?” Chief Carter was as a great man. He sympathized with the line of work they were in. He cared about his officers & police mental health. This wasn't just because they were a small town of people who all grew up together, it was because he was an exceptional Chief.  

“I got a burnt cup of coffee with her name on it Chief,” You held up the coffees and gave him a small smile. You handled Mare, it was easy for you. She was a pistol. She was earth, wind, and fire. She was Detective Mare fucking Sheeban- the badass. 

“Great, she’s in there with Detective Zabel from County,” Chief called out as you made your way down to Mare’s office. 

The door was open just enough for you to be able to gently nudge it open with your forearm, making the two individuals in the room turn towards the creaking noise of the old station door.

“Hey Mare, there’s a luke-warm cup of Joe with your name on it. Just how you like it,” You handed her the coffee and she just looked at you blankly before turning towards the man in the room before her.

He was not at all what you were expecting. 

He was handsome, and not old like you had imagined. He had on a button down blue shirt with dress pants and a really nice dress coat. He smiled wildly at you.

“Detective Colin Zabel from County, it’s nice to meet you,” He held out his hand. You looked between the coffee cups in both hands and back at him. You could tell that Mare was agitated with his presence, and she grabbed one of the cups of coffee from your hands and shoved it in Detective Zabel’s outstretched hand. 

“This Is Luitenant Norie Danner, she’s going to be our babysitter for this case.” That fucking word again. 

You saw the nervousness in his eyes when Mare had announced your ranking. It made you uncomfortable that people feared your ranking.

“It’s very nice to meet you Detective Zabel. Please make yourself at home, we’re a friendly bunch. Right Sheehan?” You smiled at the both of them and then set the coffee on Mare’s desk behind her. Mare ignored you and continued to stare down the man who was inching his way into job, making her seem incapable of handling things on her own. 

The silence in the room was deafening. Colin took a sip of the coffee, he was being polite when he nodded in approval. The station coffee was shit. 

“Well, I’ll let you two finish getting to know each other then. There’s a hell of a good box of donuts in the kitchen if you kids need a snack,” You turned your back to Zabel and placed your hand on Mare’s shoulder leaning in to her ear.

“Go easy on him, he’s cute.” You whispered before exiting her office.

You suddenly didn’t feel so ashamed of the babysitter title anymore.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e8 rock and a hard place (w. jenny klein)

i had to go look up the dragon episode because i couldn't remember if there were actually dragons. right, dragons that conveniently are human shaped LOL and i've definitely read that wiki article before. brain refuses to retain it 😂

same sam, same.

DEAN You're sick. SAM No, I'm not sick. I'm just, um -- I feel like my battery can't recharge.

*staring at dean*

okay i was like aww these are some sweet hugs, lemme get screenshots. then when i did i'm like. why is sam grimacing, why is dean glaring, what is happening here lol

reminds me of some temple buildings i've seen in documentaries about the FLDS cult.

just putting a cut to make these posts less annoying

LOL the wide eyed earnest but also completely not-earnest face making me laugh. oh padalecki

DEAN "The A.P.U."? BONNIE Our chastity group... "Abstinence Purifies Us." SAM Oh.

stop making these faces lol i'll never get through this episode

SAM W-wow. You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it's for us? BONNIE I'm afraid it's members only. I'm sorry, but it can get pretty personal. SAM Then count us in.

it's like the tumblr post going around about fanfic is putting your guy in situations. this is a very cracky fanfic ~situation~.

SAM "Purity pledge"? BONNIE It's a commitment to your virginity. DEAN I don't think we can really un-ring that bell. You know what I mean? BONNIE [A little taken aback] Oh. I see. Well... If you just ask for God's forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then, you'll be born again as a virgin in his eyes. DEAN So, you just hit the "virginity do-over" button, and all is good with the man upstairs? BONNIE [Looking shocked] It's not a button. And...this isn't just a piece of paper. I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage. DEAN Well, you had me at "clean slate". Let's do this.

BONNIE Congratulations, Sam and Dean Winchester. You are both virgins. SAM and DEAN Ah.

a) you're such a ham, jackles b) no fake names and aren't they a teeny bit concerned what we know with actual gods and such about signing something like this that they're gonna break?

bracing myself for this chastity group meeting scene. sex scenes can hit weird awkward embarrassed buttons (dunno if it's a me thing or an ace thing) so whatever dean's about to do, just hope to not expire from embarrassment.

(also would like to point out i have no problems reading sex in fic, which i do frequently and enjoy it, but there's something about actually seeing [and hearing but mostly seeing] my faves that freaks me out)

meanwhile we got meeting leader lady here who is like. 90s era supermodel gorgeous. but we'll make her ~casual~ and ~chaste~ in a green hoodie.

SAM Well, I guess because every woman I've...ever... had relations with, uh...it...hasn't ended well.

LOL cute nod to the trope

i get that this whole situation IS the point but it would have been a lot simpler to just pretend to be virgins :P

DEAN Uh, hard to say, exactly. Yeah. Sex has always felt -- I don't know -- good, you know? I mean, really, really good. Uh...But, uh... Sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know? You're drunk. You shack up. Then, it's the whole morning thing. You know, "Hey, that was fun." And then, "adios," you know? Always the "adios." But, you know, when you get down to it, what's the big deal, right? I mean, sure, there's the touching and the feeling all of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling... Grinding. [All the women start shift uncomfortably.] Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just... [DEAN makes a exploding noise. TAMMY crushes her paper with the written verse in her lap.] [SAM gives DEAN the bitchface and clears his throat again.] DEAN Yeah. Uh...But the whole thing was just a little too, uh...sticky. So, uh, I got my "V" card back. [slaps his leg] The end.

appreciate the person who transcribed this episode used bitchface to describe that. i hope people out there enjoyed hearing dean say that. i had to pause about 5 times to make it through :p

DEAN [walking up *grinning*] Guess who's taking the teacher home. [gives a straight face] Research. SAM You really think you're gonna hit that? Dean, she's the chastity counselor.

LOL okay so breaking the pledge gets the dragons-not-dragons after you? so now dean is putting himself and the lady at risk?

DEAN Not now, Kato.

wiki says this which seems... unlikely to me (and different spelling, kato is in the captions too):

Dean: Not now, Cato. "Not now, Cato" is a reference to Inspector Clouseau and his manservant Cato Fong from the 1976 film The Pink Panther Strikes Again.

i assumed he meant kato kaelin but i still don't understand the reference. maybe it's been too long since the trial, my internal record is: kato kaelin, oj simpson trial, guest house, blond

making the church ladies horny was already a lot but now i gotta watch him put the cheesy moves on this lady too 😩 ah cockblocked by the crying. is she also a bad lady? like the last time he had sex

JODY You know, for being born again today, you sure look like crap. SAM Wait a second. Did you...get -- JODY Born again? SAM Yeah. JODY Oh, Sam. I don't make promises I can't keep.

super cute

JODY It's just...I enjoy church. I mean, after...after Bobby, Crowley...I needed something that made sense to me -- you know, comfort, I guess. SAM Yeah, I guess we're all looking for that. JODY Except those that got it. [SAM looks puzzled.] JODY Come on. You and Dean? That's something special, don't you think?

lol okay, jody ships it. what a funny thing to say. she knows what a mess their lives are, at least in broad strokes. but anyway they know we'll eat that up with a spoon. please outsider pov, tell me more about sam and dean's relationship 🤗 while sam squirms under the microscope

well that explains the hair and makeup and overall bombshell-ness

okay, cockblock lifted, i'm clearly not getting through this today. back tomorrow. gotta figure out a more efficient way of doing this :S (keeping your trap shut, duh)

[fruity-boy-bruno]

Hey guys look at this really cool and funny hylics fanfic my bf was too shy to post himself (Too many weird sex jokes)

Emperors new clothes 

by (my boyfriend)

Ozozoieer was pilligang and plunging and found this absolutely sickening new outfit for Lord Gibbulous and he thought wow he’s gonna look so hot in this I bet he’s shredded I bet he has a six pack I bet he’s gonna dick me down in this <3 

Wow ok

So Odozier immediately told gibby though his hylicsworld iPhone X and dmed him on hylics Twitter (Odozier is like Elon musk in hylicsworld btw and bought Hylics Twitter). 

Lord Gibbulous, I bear news of a sick new outfit that you’ll look tooootalyy hot in<3 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoo odozier 

Anyways on his way back to lord Gibbys palace or whatever he lives in he ran into Wayne and freinds. They kicked his ass to Sunday and the outfit got completely ruined!!! 

Gibby was already on his way to see what this new outfit was all about and he did NOT have time to do more pillaging and plundering so he had to think of something fast. The water cup on his desk began to shake with Gibbys footsteps not because gibby was all that humongous I mean he was but not that big, it was mostly his huge ass pusspuss. 

He was almost at the door so our boy Odozier had to think fast! 

“Lord Gibbulous! How good to see you. Your sick new clothes are on the Hylics couch” “Odozier I will punt you into space for your indescretions. There is NO outfit on that Hylics couch. You have lied to me” said Gibby, with his face contorting in a mixture of disgust and disappointment. “Oh but you see my lord, look closer! Only the smartest and coolest and best people in hylicsworld can see these clothes.  Cant you see them, Lord Gibbulous your majesty?” Odozier looked away and giggled at the camera, giving the audience a knowing wink. “O-of course I can see them you fool!” Retorted Gibby. And with that, Gibby began to very sensually strip in front of Odozier who sneakily took out his Hylics phone and took a picture, uploading it to getaloadofthisguy.com. Gibby was now fully butt ass naked in the living room and pretended to pick up the “clothes” on the Hylics couch. Putting them on, he examined himself in the mirror, flexing a little bit and trying to hide his visceral fear that he could not see the clothes. Odozier feigned amazement and went on about how hot he looked and that they should have sex. 

Gibby brushed him off, saying that the people needed to observe his fine specimen and that sex could wait until after everyone knew how cool he looked in these clothes. 

Gibby walked out of his palace butt ass naked with his ass hanging out and his pussy trying to escape, slapping the ground as he walked. 

everywhere Gibby went, people looked at him in shock and awe. Not because he was wearing a really really sick outfit, but because he was just butt ass naked in the middle of the street and everyone was running and covering their children’s eyes. “Lord Gibbulous, why are you out in the streets in your birthday suit?!” Said the people, their children running inside. “You fools! You absolute morons! You buffoons! You peasants! You dumbasses! You uneducated baboons! You simpletons! You weak minded animals! You slack jawed idiots! These are clothes only visible to specimens of the highest Hylics IQ such as myself” “Gibby you are straight up NAKED!” Shouted a familiar voice from afar. It was… Wayne Hylics! “No Wayne. Of course you’re too much of a simple minded slack jawed fool to see my outfit. I assure you I am fully clothed” said Gibby with a smirk. “EW WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” shouted Dedusmuln gesturing to Gibby’s “fat gibbulous” otherwise known as his ASS. Everyone wished they were back under the spell of madness now so they wouldn’t have to see his gaping gussy (gibbulous pussy) and “waning moons” (ass). “Do you like my outfit, Dedusmuln?” Asked Gibby. “No” he said as they all rolled d20s for initiative because that’s how Hylics works. Somnsosa got initiative and they all snapped and slapped and soul crispered each other until gibby got his ass kicked because he was naked and didn’t have any garbs or items because he had no pockets to keep jack shit in. The end

Epilogue

Gibby and Odozier fuckednasty the end 

[feuling-force34]

A shape of purple chapter 3

Hii! So Sorry that I take too long to do fanfic, its Just that I have so many things to do (Exam,test,drawing...). Hope you'll like this fanfic. Enjoy

* ALERT* In this fanfic there Will be a death,a Little of angst and sad Poppy.

*Branch seems so nervous... How can I make this stop?* Poppy stares at him while walking, Branch looked down and then they arrived at the dorm. Poppy sighed "Here we are mate! Our new "house"! " Poppy wanted to make Branch more happy so She smiled at him "Yeah, let's go inside"

"Wow its really big and beautiful" She wanted to change the air running around them. But Branch refuses to smile "I'm gonna go take my thing to the bedroom, be right back" She said. Branch nodded at her

* How can she be so optimistic? I mean, am I the problem? A grumpy troll? I am the only one pessimist in this world ?*

Branch turn up the TV. At a certain point the journalist in the TV began to speak worriedly "Today a student of High Might college was founded dead in the caffetteria's kitchen, the object used in the crime was a very small knife, we don't know the troll that caused the chaos but we know that the student Will have to stay in their dormitories. The name of this troll is DJ Suky. Please, stay safe in your dorms, thats all for today. We Hope you'll have a good day. "

Branch was shocked, he turns around to see a really worried and scared Poppy " W-What? DJ Suky...? N-No, It can't be! IT CAN'T HAPPEN!" Poppy started crying "How could He/She do this to her! She wasn't a bad person!" Branch started walking to her giving her a big Hug " It's okay Poppy, I know what Is the deal of loosing someone you loved and care about. But It's okay, I'm here" Poppy returns back the Hug crying even louder. Branch didn't seemed annoyed to her. He also was crying, a Little bit. He also had an heart

Later that day...

" Poppy!" The snack pack started to run, hugging her " We saw the news of DJ Suky... She said that she was going to the library and get a snack, It's all my fault! I shouldn't have let her go by herself! I feel so selfish..." Guy diamond was disperate, all the group of Friends started crying

" That's not your fault Guys... The fault its of the troll that did this... I really cared of DJ Suky, we were Just playing some music Yesterday at her house!" Smidge replied.

Everyone was shocked, Branch was there, watching all the horror in the face of Poppy's friend. * I have to cheer them up with something*

[tomdutch]

Hey um I know there's a large chance that you most likely won't see this, but I just have to say this. When you had first spoken up about leaving the fandom I was confused as to why because I didn't really realize how dry it was becoming. I just wanna say how utterly correct you were. It has declined even moreee since your leave (not saying you caused it or anything). I sometimes find myself comparing the notes/reblogs from Tom!peter fanfics to the tasm!peter ones and the difference is astounding ( it has me wondering if anyone even knows that Tom!peter exists). It's really sad, the fandom honestly can't be revived, like where is everyone??? I have so many questions about the decline of content in the fandom ( I know the interactions from the readers played a huge part, but I also feel like there may have been other factor that lead to this.) Did everyone in the fandom just grow up or something?? Anyways, I miss you lots and hope you are doing well and your new fandoms are treating you right.

wow this was a doozy to read but in a good way 😭 the delusional main character side of me wants to think my absence had an impact of any kind lmaooo but to be honest, the fandom was already in really bad shape.

lack of reader interaction personally wasn’t that big of a factor for me, i was incredibly lucky and am still grateful for the consistent feedback and love y’all gave me and i still sometimes look through reblogs on my fave fics for writing inspo :”) it meant so much to me and i look back with so much fondness on all the fun times we had with more interactive series, especially break my heart.

not to sound like i’m giving a ted talk, but what drove me away more than anything was the toxicity of the fandom. granted all fandoms have a certain level of it, but this one was really, truly bad in 2021-2022. there’s only so much consistent harassment and suicide bait a girl can overlook while still feeling welcome and excited abt this space 😭 when i look back at that stuff now i’m honestly shocked so many people stayed as long as we did.

rabid shipping culture aside, i personally feel like the mcu spiderman franchise took a big hit in no way home that drove a lot of ppl away. obviously they couldn’t keep going forever with a 30 year old guy playing a 19 year old, but their creative decisions in nwh are questionable at best to me. the end of mcu peter’s story was so final and abrupt that, combined with how flip-floppy the writers were abt a follow-up trilogy with new characters and a time jump, didn’t leave much room for fanfic to carry on. they quite literally erased mcu peter as a character and individual from the mcu itself lmao it would be pretty hard for people to write copious fanfics about a guy who has no one bc no one knows who he is and his family is dead as hell.

that being said, i really am sorry you feel like it’s difficult to enjoy and share your passion in this space. that feeling sucks and i hope that, if you write fanfic, the lack of engagement and content doesn’t stop you from being creative and sharing what you wanna share. trends and fandoms come and go in waves, you never know when a piece of media or an actor has a revival in the general public. i don’t know what roles tom has going on but if you feel inspired to engage in them when the time comes, i’m sure there will be ppl there to interact. you’re never too ‘grown up’ to enjoy fandom, especially not one as iconic and timeless as spider-man in all variations. if there’s a character, there’s ppl out there creating art for them.

in the meantime, i hope life treats you kindly as well and thank you for your ask :”) if you ever wanna chat with me, i’m still active on my main, or if you’re more comfortable here i still check in on this blog every other month 💛

[foxydivaxx]

Aogiri: Big Reunion

I was watching this TV show about a big reunion of 6 of the top British pop bands and that inspired this fanfic.

About a decade ago, pop bands were all the range. Of these bands,one of them stood out. They were Aogiri. Originally seen by many as flopstars, they flipped the narrative with their catchy songs and sexy dance moves.

The dream would not last as they disbanded about five years later. Now about a decade after the disbandment, the boys are going to have a reunion. This is an intimate look into the behind the scenes of the reunion.

Ichigo gulps as he arrives at Sanji's house with Aogiri's old manager Urahara. If there was a man that has been through just as much as the boys have, it was him. He had seen it all; the good, the bad, the ugly. How this man coped with all the drama is beyond Ichigo.

He was in a simple black hoodie and a pair of jeans. He had styled his orange hair in a nice slicked back form.

Ichigo: This shit is so surreal. You know, when I heard that we were going to reunite, I was shocked. I was wondering, "Are the others in on this?"

Next thing I knew, Sanji WhatsApps me and we then had a chat over the phone. We had a nice long chat because truth be told, we had issues with each other that we had to iron out.

Taking in a deep breath, Ichigo knocks at the door. Sanji opens the door with a smile and hugs Ichigo. "Hi Ichi." Ichi chuckles and pats him on the back.

"Dude you looking good." he says. Sanji just laughs. He wore a simple black T-Shirt with the Straw Hats Jolly Roger on it and a pair of jeans with a black leather jacket on top.

Sanji: It is normal. When you get 7 kids from different homes and whatnot and put them under the same roof, shit is bound to happen. God forbid if they are teenagers. That is even more chaos.

Soon, Eren arrives wearing a blue sweatshirt and a pair of khakis with trainers and a baseball cap. He had grown out his hair since Season 4 of Attack on Titan.

"Is it me or does long hair make Eren look sexier?" says Sanji. Eren laughs as he hugs his band mates.

Eren: Man I miss the guys. Don't get me wrong. Solo work is fun but there is something about being in a band that is so much fun. Sure, there is some dark stuff but there is some fun stuff.

Seeing the guys again is so emotional. I mean, I do not remember the last time any of us ever hung out or even called each other. Sure, Sanji and I have seen each other at events and whatnot but our dynamic had changed especially once our solo careers began.

Natsu and Light both arrive. "Isn't it weird that we are all dressed so casually?" Natsu jokes. "Like yeah, was there a dress code or something?" Light quips as he hugs Eren.

Natsu: Things are a lot different now that we are much older. I mean, I am a married man and a dad. I have not really done much of this pop shit for years so coming back.....it feels weird.

Light: So much shit happened behind the scenes that people do not know about and now is the time to tell everyone the truth.

Lelouch and Sasuke arrive last. "Wow!! You guys have changed!!"says Sasuke. The others laughed. "Aww I missed you idiots!!" says Sasuke.

Sasuke:I cannot believe that I am seeing the guys now. Like everyone has changed!!

Lelouch: We are really doing this?! Like OMG!!

This is a snippet