#I had a few Tina ones but i don't remember them at all

[yeastymuffin]

What are some of your fave glee headcanons?

Okay so I don't know if these are fandom wide but I have a few:

Santana, after a few trail and error moments in college, has decided to become a (divorce) lawyer

Brittany is talkshow host/has sold fondue for two to television. She also picked up baking as Lord Tubbington's dying wish was fish cakes and she misunderstood him

Sugar and Britt are best friends, text eachother their every waking thought. They've gotten in trouble for ghosthunting before in an abandoned building (Santana saved them by speed driving them away before the cops came)

Quinn is either a lawyer as well, or a real estate agent, and has written a book about her hardships. She also joined a cult like mlm in her early twenties, but Santana got her out of it

Kurt makes haute couture based on musicals. His phantom of the opera line is the one he is most well known for

Rachel is a mommy blogger, and has written books about combining 'the mom life' with musical theatre

Besides having directed movies, Artie also has done a few music videos.

Mercedes, who is obviously world famous, has asked Artie to direct a all music videos for her upcoming concept album which contains lots of visuals, themes and intricate storylines.

[toonice113]

Oh My My My ⋆ ★ J.Hughes

pairings: Jack Hughes x fem!reader (nicknamed Mary)

Genre: fluff

Trope: childhood best friends to lovers

summary: You've been in love with your best friend Jack since you were seven and he was nine, growing up your moms were convinced you would end up together and your dads would joke about it non stop. As you grow up you navigate through life together and figure out that maybe your moms were right all along.

warnings?: they are both in love with each other but can't admit it. I don't like using Y/N but I had to use it once or twice, a longish read?, timeline might be a bit wonky idk?, angst for like two seconds, there’s not a full on description of reader, but it’s briefly mentioned she has freckles, reader is called Mary the whole time but it’s a nickname, mention of bugs, I skimmed through it but didn’t really edit it, specially the ending so there might be some errors sorry.

Word count: 3.2k 

⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ This is my first time writing in tumblr and about Jack in general hi i apologize in advance if this sucks but i was listening to debut and this idea popped up in my mind. Also English is my second language so there's that. Enjoy!

At seven years old you realized you were in love with your best friend Jack, you have been neighbors for forever and although you were in Luke's class in school, you had always been closer to Jack. Your afternoons were spent following around the Hughes brothers while they played hockey, often finding yourself playing referee when the two older boys wouldn't let Luke touch the ball they used as a puck. Your favorite time of the year though, was summer. Your summers at the lake house were magical, in those years it was you and your parents joining the Hughes two weeks after summer started and after you'd visited your grandparents.

That specific summer your parents had announced they were having another baby and you remember all the fuss everyone made about it and how even though you wanted to be excited about it you couldn't help but feel a little scared of your parents not loving you as much anymore, no one noticed the change in your mood but Jack, he knew something was wrong when he noticed your smile wasn't as big as always, how your eyes weren't almost closed as they usually were when you smiled genuinely. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he sat next to you in the porch swing after lunch. 

“Nothing” your voice came out small and it made Jack frown, he knew you were not okay and he wasn’t about to let his best friend keep feeling down if he could help it.

“Mary…”

“What if they don’t love me anymore?” your bottom lip trembled, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

 “Who?” the boy was confused, who could she be talking about? How could anyone not love his dear Mary? She was the perfect girl, kind and pretty and nice and smart and he could go on and on about the good qualities he found in his best friend for days.

“Mom and dad, what if when the baby comes they realize they don’t want me anymore?” Jack immediately wrapped you in his small arms

“Mary it’s impossible not to love you” he said “Plus, when Luke was born mom and dad didn’t stop loving me so I’m sure your mom and dad won’t stop loving you” That afternoon you and Jack spent hours sitting in the swing holding each other not really talking much but feeling comfort in each other.

“I dare you to throw this at Jack” Luke opened his hand to show you a small green caterpillar trying to crawl out of his palm.

“He’s going to freak and hurt it” you furrowed your brows, one thing Jack did not play with was bugs. Spiders, worms, roaches, it didn’t matter, they all freaked him out the same, which sucked because Luke was in that stage where he was fascinated by the creepy crawlers as Jack had baptized them and he often dragged you with him to explore the backyard and find new ones. 

“It’ll be okay” you stared at him for a few seconds before sighing and putting your hand out, out of all three boys Luke was always the best at convincing you to do things you didn't want to do, and he found it especially funny when he got the opportunity to mess with his brother without repercussions because Jack could never be mad at you.

Approaching Jack who was on the end of the small pier watching Quinn try to fish you tapped his shoulder, turning around he smiled at you “Oh hi Ma- AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” he screeched as you flung the caterpillar at him, the poor bug falling on the wooden deck and beginning to crawl away while in his state of panic Jack took one too many steps backwards and fell in the water behind him. Quinn bursted out laughing dropping his fishing pole on the deck and clutching his stomach, behind you Luke laughed as well and you, well you couldn’t help but stare with worry in your face until the boy came up for air flinging his arms and exclaiming angrily, you knew he was angry because he wasn’t using your nickname, “Y/N I’M GOING TO BEAT YOU UP” he, of course, never followed up with his threat though, never seriously thinking about actually hurting you, he did however tell on you to your parents who after lecturing you on how that was dangerous and both Jack and the caterpillar could’ve ended up hurt grounded you for the weekend and you missed out on the trip to the outdoor movie theater, feeling bad Jack brought you back all your favorite snacks as an apology for getting you grounded.

During the first two weeks of summer when you were ten you had spent lots of time with your older cousin, she was fourteen and had told you all about her previous school year, including the story of her first kiss leaving you curious about it. When you arrived at the lake house you couldn’t shake the story out of your head, your cousin had said the boy she had kissed was one she really liked and that it had created butterflies in her stomach. On your third night there, You and Jack were outside after dinner, sitting in the tree house his dad had built for the kids to hang out in, he was wrapping a stick while you flipped through the pages of a magazine “Hey Jack” he looked up from his stick to you “Truth or dare?” you were hoping he chose dare so you could implement the plan you had been thinking about since the day you’d arrived. You wanted to see if the butterflies your cousin had talked about were true.

“Dare” bingo! 

“I dare you to kiss me” his eyes widened and you stared as he thought about it for a minute debating whether having his first kiss with his best friend was a good idea or not, then your eyes widened as he put his stick down and began walking the short distance to you, and as he was about to kiss you you panicked and ran away leaving poor Jack standing there staring at your figure disappear inside the house feeling embarrassment and defeat, that night Jack realized he might have liked you a little more than as just a friend.

As you grew up things changed, new friends came around, boyfriends and girlfriends, busy schedules creating a distance but never separating you two completely, even with your part time job at the froyo shop and Jack’s hockey you still found time for movie nights, early breakfasts before school, rushed meet ups during breaks and of course, summers at the lake house. 2019 was a specially weird year for you all, Jack had been busy with the US National development team and your parents had decided to buy a new house all the way across town, forcing you and your little sister to move schools. The move had meant that you could no longer just walk to the Hughes house and therefore you hadn’t seen the two younger brothers in a couple weeks, Quinn having already moved to Canada. But as summer approached you got through the two weeks of visiting your grandparents before getting ready for the big day, Jack’s draft was coming up and while your parents and sister were staying behind and spending the summer with your grandparents, you were meeting up with the Hughes in Vancouver. 

Quinn’s apartment was buzzing with emotions, Ellen lecturing the boys about being in their best behavior during the ceremony with Jim by her side nodding but not saying anything, the grandparents looked amused at it while the boys looked bored. Jack lit up when you arrived, jumping up and excusing you both with the excuse that he needed your opinion on his suit, pulling you into Quinn’s guest room as you managed to wave hello to everyone before he slammed the door behind you. “Thank god you’re here” He whispered into your hair as he held you close.

“Nervous?” You ask him basking on the warmth he radiated and the hug you had been waiting for for over a month now.

“No, just tired. Mom’s been going crazy over the whole thing” He pulled away a little, still keeping his hands on your waist but far enough so he could talk to you face to face, that’s when he realized you had changed in the month and weeks he hadn’t seen you, your hair was a bit longer, you were tanner and there were new freckles adorning your face probably from spending your days in the sun while at your grandparents and you had lost some more weight in your face so your cheekbones sat taller in your face, your lips were plumper too and for a second was ready to risk it all just for a kiss, but he quickly came back to earth and pulled you back for another hug pulling you towards the bed where you two laid cuddled up to each other as you told him all about your time apart. 

As he updated you on what life had been for him recently you stared at him and if he wasn't so into the story he was telling you were sure he would’ve noticed the loving glance you were giving him. He hadn’t changed one bit since the last time you’d seen him and you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes that twinkled under the soft glow of sunshine coming from the curtain that wasn’t closed all the way. The door opening interrupted your thoughts, Luke and Quinn hurrying in and closing the door behind them, Luke threw himself on the bed while Quinn sat down by their feet “I need tomorrow to be over already” Luke sighed dramatically grabbing your hand and putting it in his head so you could run your fingers through his curls.

“Do you think she’ll be this stressed for your draft or will she have it down by then?” Quinn chuckled at his younger brother’s theatrics.

“God I hope she has it down or I might not show up until I absolutely have to” Luke said, you laughed at him as Jack tried to kick him off of you both but it only resulted in Luke slotting between you two.

“Let her be excited, two of her babies will be playing in the NHL next season” You tell the boys “Also I really don’t think she’ll be any different for your draft moosey, if anything she might be worse than right now, you are her youngest after all” Luke groaned pushing you away

The next day went by in a blur and suddenly you were at the Rogers Arena sitting between Jack and Luke after switching places a few times, you were originally supposed to sit besides their grandma but then she asked you to switch places because of the air blaring on her or something like that so you’d moved to sit on her original seat next to Quinn but then Luke started complaining about Quinn manspreading and not having any space which resulted in you and Quinn switching places and finally five minutes before the ceremony started you noticed Jack become a little restless for the first time all day after showing confident to everyone and with a singular look, Luke and you knew you had to switch places. 

That is how you found yourself sitting next to Jack, his hand holding onto yours strongly, the only sign he had given anyone that day of having any nerves. When the Devils called his name as first pick of the draft you all got up celebrating and he hugged you first “I’m so proud of you” you whispered in his ear before moving to the side so he could hug his brothers and then the rest of his family. It goes without saying that your phone was filled with so many pictures and videos of him on the stage the next morning that it kept telling you you were out of space. 

When you finally arrived at the lake house for summer after your stay in Vancouver your parents had a whole celebratory party planned out, a bunch of Jack’s friends joining you for it, and after dinner the parents decided to leave and so the house was filled with loud music and rowdy teenagers, you not being a big fan of small crowded areas retrieved to the upstairs balcony after making your rounds, staring down at all the people dancing and thinking about how this past year you had barely seen Jack and after this summer you would see him even less, the realization hitting you like a train, he was moving to New Jersey in the fall and you were staying behind for at least two more years, there was no way your friendship was ever going to be the way it had been ever again and you didn’t know if you were ready for it. 

“Now what are you doing here all alone?” The sound of the sliding door and a voice stopped you from thinking about it too much.

Turning slightly you could see Quinn walk towards you “Just not in the mood for a party I’m quite tired” but Quinn had known you your whole life, and even though you had never appeared as closed to him as you were with the two younger brothers he had always taken the role as a big brother seriously, that included being your big brother too so he knew something was wrong, but he also knew when to push and when to wait, so he just sat next to you and sipped on his beer bottle waiting for you to say something or decide you were okay to return to the party, he would stay with you all night if he had to “I’m so happy for him, his dreams are coming true you know? But I can’t help but feel sad too” you finally spoke after a few minutes of silence, still looking at the party below “I mean this is the beginning of something great so why does it feel like it's also the end of us?” 

Quinn watched as your eyes welled with tears, quickly setting his beer down and moving closer to hold you “Why do you think this is the end?” he wouldn’t admit it because he didn’t like to meddle, but he agreed with their dad’s idea that Jack and you would end up married one day, eh wasn’t blind, he’d seen the way you had his brother wrapped around your finger since you were six and eight, and even though you had never told him anything about your feelings and you were usually really good at hiding them, he’d seen the way you looked at Jack when you thought nobody was looking.

“We’ve already fallen apart this year and I only moved twenty minutes away I can’t imagine what it will be like once he is in New Jersey” You spoke through tears and sniffles, your thoughts too loud for you to notice the sliding door opening again, Quinn noticed though, turning softly as to not disrupt you in his arms, his brother, the one you were crying for was standing there, a heartbroken look on his face, Quinn encouraged him to come closer and talk to you with his eyes.

“Mary I don’t think I could go too long without you” Jack muttered walking towards you, startling you and making you separate from Quinn who squeezed your arm lightly before going back to the party. You stood there paralyzed feeling embarrassed from Jack finding out you were feeling this way, not wanting to make it seem like you were making it about you when it was supposed to be one of the happiest nights for him. “I’m sorry you felt like we were drifting apart I guess I was too in my head about the draft that I forgot about what was really important” 

By now he already had you in his arms, your head resting on his shoulder as you held onto him tightly, as if you were scared he would disappear “You don’t have to apologize this, I- um it’s nothing I’m just overreacting I don’t know hormones or something” you stuttered out the sentence. 

“But I mean it Mary” he spoke softly “I should’ve never been too busy to call you back or drive to your house to see you”

“You were busy with hockey Jack I understand that” you said looking up at him “It was important”

“And you are important too, god Mary you’ve been the most important person in my life for ten years, who else could I love so much as they were throwing a slimy little worm at me? I even apologized for getting you grounded after you did that” he chuckled at the memory making you smile “And who else could get away with leaving me hanging at a truth or dare kiss? Do you have any idea how much Quinn made fun of me after he found out about it?” This time it was you laughing “All those 2AM snack trips, and sneaking back into the house without anyone noticing, which mom knows about by the way, apparently we are not as sneaky as we thought we were, are my favorite part of summer, because it's just us, and I get to see you, the real you, not you who feel like you have to constantly check up on Luke or sit up straight the whole time so your mom doesn’t call you out on your posture, or like you have to help Quinn with everything because none of us do and you don’t want him to be all stressed out, those nights of just you and me watching mamma mia in our pajamas, you singing to every single song and trying to get me to dance with you, I wouldn’t change it for the world, you are my best friend yeah but I think somewhere along the way I got lost in the road and ended up falling in love with you” His confession leaves you speechless, wondering if it is real, if your best friend who you have been in love with for ten years is really standing in front of you telling you he is also in loe with you, and its only when you feel his hand touch your face to pull some strand of hair out of it that you realize it is all very real, so you reach up and pull him by his neck connecting your lips in a kiss you had been waiting for for too long.

Pulling away after a minute, both of you with smiley faces you speak “It was a cute little caterpillar I threw at you, I regretted not kissing you as soon as I ran out of the tree house and for the record I’ve been in love with you since I was seven after you sat on the porch swing with me for hours when I thought my parents wouldn’t love me anymore” Jack chuckles at your remarks and pulls you back in for another kiss.

[perfectly-m1saligned]

K!nktober day 7

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day 7: praise kink. You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(DadsFriend!Simon x virgin!reader) (Forbidden) (Age gap)

cw: oral (both receiving), cum on face, glasses kink (kinda), unprotected piv, virginity loss, creampie, multiple orgasms

word count: 3890

Summer break, that one month of the year you weren't too busy with uni exams and could actually come back home to your parents, your personal ambitions and their desire to see you succeed in life taking you away from them for the purpose of higher education, which they couldn't afford for themselves. Plus, your family always spent summer differently. No lavish beaches or fancy trips to the ocean, but up in the mountains in your cabin, relaxing away from the suffocating heat of the cities, hiking or simply lounging at home.

Your mum and dad, as always, had missed you dearly. You were their pride and joy, their little girl away on the other side of the country, studying to make a name for herself someday. It was only your first year, and you had visited often, of course, but it's hard to not miss your family, adjusting to adulthood and your newfound independence.

This summer, though, your dad had a surprise: Simon Riley. Your dad's colleague, a Lieutenant just like him, but in different divisions. You were familiar with Mr. Riley, his brown eyes had met yours for the first time at a winter ball two years ago, a few weeks after your 18th birthday. He had been a true gentleman that night, a kind heart hiding beneath the ink and the scars marring his skin. You two had chatted all night, and had even shared a cigarette by the fire exit, sneaking behind your father's back.

You'd had a flute of champagne too many, so you didn't remember about the fire burning in Mr. Riley's gaze, watching you huff out the smoke into the cold night, wearing his heavy jacket around your shoulders, your beautiful body clad in that breathtaking dress peeking under it. He knew he shouldn't have felt this way about a fellow comrade's daughter, almost 20 years her junior, but he simply couldn't help it.

So there you were, two years later, looking as beautiful as you did that night. Your hair was a little shorter, big glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, and he noticed how your face was growing more and more into its adult features, your sweet cherub cheeks looking a little more hollow, but you were still mesmerising. "Simon will spend a week here with us," your father had said. "He's going to leave for his well-deserved vacation from an airport very close to here so I offered him to stay with us for a while before I took him to catch his plane. So be on your best behaviour, alright, y/n? Don't bother Simon too much." And so, you promised to be a good girl.

The first two days, you and Simon didn't talk much, most conversation happening when your parents were also present, usually over meals, and only soft-spoken greetings were shared when your paths crossed during the silent hours of the night. You were usually reading until sunrise, while Simon simply didn't sleep at all, insomnia being his only loyal companion. The third day, you hastily walked past him on the way to your bedroom from the bathroom, damp hair cascading over your shoulders, droplets of body falling onto the wooden floorboards. He used the shower right after you, cursing himself mentally as he pumped his cock angrily under the cold spray of water, thoughts of your wet, naked body under that pink towel haunting his mind.

The fourth day, you had slept in while your parents had left for their morning hike, until a sudden storm hit, a lightning striking very close to the cabin, the thunder shaking the cabin, and you with it. Rubbing the grogginess off your heavy eyelids, you walked into an empty kitchen, apart from Simon sitting at the table, cradling a cup of tea in one hand and some book in the other. "Hey," you called out, yawning. "There's a pretty bad storm outside, do you know where my parents are?"

"Called ten minutes ago from the shelter, a pretty big tree fell onto the trail and now they have to wait 'til the storm calms and someone comes to move it. Could take all day." He hadn't peeled his eyes off the pages as he talked, but he was pretty damn grateful he did when he finally took a look at you. Hair falling over one shoulder in a messy braid, a skimpy tank top and matching short shorts that barely contained your curves, and Simon had barely any control over his filthy imagination right now. Your glasses stood on your nose a little crooked as you simply hummed, eyes still half-lidded as you approached the counter.

"Coffee? Tea?" Simon asked, the chair scraping over the floorboards as he got up. "You look in no condition to be handling fire or kitchen utensils right now, doll." The pet name had slipped past his lips a little too easily, but you were too dazed to notice. "M'yeah," you groaned, yawning again as you sat down at the table. "Coffee, pretty please." Simon nodded, immediately getting to work. He'd noticed you drank some sort of latte with vegetable milk - or something like that, he was no expert - and a dash of vanilla syrup. In just a handful of days, he had your routine memorised.

Your eyes snapped open, suddenly more attentive as Simon placed the drink in front of you, your oat latte sitting into your favourite glass, and he'd got it down to the cute little glass straw you used. Of course he knew, he hadn't been able to shake away the thought of your lips wrapped around his fat cock when they closed in on the straw. "This...thank you." you said, stirring your latte as you tried to hide your puzzled expression. "I observe people for a living, and I'm often trusted to remember and withhold a lot of important details," he explained casually, taking his seat back at the table. "It's merely a habit to learn the small things about the people I'm with."

He knew this was wrong, stealing glances from behind the pages of his book as you had your back turned to him, washing the dishes. He wondered if you knew that the contour of one of your asscheeks was faintly peeking from underneath those little shorts, the line of your waist hugged by your tank top, the braid falling over your shoulder leaving your delicious-looking neck exposed. He knew he shouldn't have gotten up from his chair again, his arm grazing your lower back as he reached for the cigarettes on the counter. He shouldn't have asked "Want one? Your parents are out anyway", and you totally shouldn't have said "yes".

You opened the window in the kitchen, just a crack to let the smoke out, but the raging storm and howling wind outside still made you shiver, hugging your arms close to your chest as you smoked. Simon noticed, of course, and balanced his cigarette on the rim of the plastic cup you were using as a makeshift ashtray, walking to the guest room to fetch a sweatshirt for you. You murmured a sweet "thank you", doing the same thing he did with his cigarette as you slid it over your shoulders, exposing a bit of your stomach as you flexed your arms, and he inwardly missed being able to peek at your cleavage. Still, just like that night at the ball, the sight of you in his clothes stirred something in him- something primal.

"How's that place for nerds you're going to, anyway? Your dad couldn't stop chewing my bloody ear off about you moving out for two whole months." You scoffed, huffing out a faint grey cloud. "I 'spose it's alright," you shrugged. "People are nice, I really like the environment and I'm pleased with what I've studied and of my results so far." Simon hummed, cradling the white stick between his long fingers. "Bet you got a line of boys, eh?" He asked, hoping you wouldn't notice his sneaky attempt at figuring if you had a boyfriend or not. "Nope, no such thing," you replied truthfully. "Wanted to focus on my studies, and it took a lot more time than I had expected to get adjusted to the new lifestyle." You tossed the cigarette into the plastic cup, making a faint sizzling sound as it fell into the water you had filled the bottom with. "Plus, half the guys there look like they don't know what a girl looks like."

Simon mirrored your action, casually leaning with his hip against the counter, watching you basically drown in his sweatshirt. "Ain't that right." He mused, his voice a borderline growl as he shamelessly let his eyes rake over your body. "I'm sure they wouldn't know what to do with you if you gave them the chance." Your eyes snapped up at him, your heart stuttering in your chest, his words and the sultry tone he used stirring something unfamiliar down in your belly. You awkwardly tried to laugh it off. "I mean," you chuckled. "I barely even kissed anybody, that lame, pseudo French kiss Sam from History class gave me when I was 17 was the most romance I had in my life."

His gaze darkened at the revelation, your purity making him feel even more guilty about his thoughts, but it was like you had poured straight gasoline onto an open flame, and now all Simon wanted to do was to ruin you. "Boys don't know a bloody thing about a woman's body," he scoffed, taking a small, almost imperceptible step towards you. "Their brain is rotten, blinded by those sad porn videos they watched, and all they can do is pathetically hump their sad dicks in their sad hands." You giggled, bringing a hand over your mouth. When you closed your eyes for a split second as you laughed, he moved closer.

"So you're saying I won't have any luck within the dating pool my university offers?" You asked, an amused glint in your gaze as you smiled up at him. "I'm saying only a man could handle you the way you need to be handled, y/n." The softness was gone from his voice, replaced by something feral, a look you'd never noticed before in his eyes, since he'd only reserved it to himself when you were looking away. By now, his imposing frame was caging you to the counter, basically forcing you to sit onto the cold granite.

You were speechless, doe-eyed gaze and parted lips, shiny with saliva, trembling with shuddering breaths. "You're like a fragile little dove now," he explained, his voice so low it rumbled in his chest. He lifted a hand to your face, rugged skin grazing your soft cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "But as soon as someone starts something as small as a spark, the fire will ignite and you'll burn uncontrollably. It takes an expert to tame a fire like that, y/n-" he leaned closer until his lips hovered only a breath above yours. "And I've been dreaming about being the one to tame you since the night I met you."

Your breath hitched, the hand cradling your face now slowly sliding down your neck, his thumb tracing the column of your throat, feeling your raging pulse resting beneath the sensitive flesh. Your mouth went suddenly dry, and you were at a complete loss for words. This man, your dad's colleague and trusted friend, had been lusting after you for nearly two years, after seeing you only once. You couldn't lie, Simon Riley held a certain charm to himself that you couldn't quite ignore. The silver scar that ran over his top lip, his slightly crooked nose, the bulging muscles that hid underneath those fitted t-shirts he always wore. Plus, how couldn't you be intrigued by the fantasy of being with a real man, someone who knows how to touch you, who would put your pleasure first, and willing to teach you how to please.

"Get on your knees, y/n." A shiver ran down your spine. "Yes, sir." You readily replied, your knees finding the rough wooden floorboards of the cabin. You moved to take off your glasses, but Simon clicked his tongue. Glasses stay on, sweetheart. I want you to be able to see my face clearly when I'm deep inside your mouth." You gulped again at his words, your eyes following his every movement as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweatpants, pulling down his boxer briefs along with them. If you hadn't moved your head, you were sure his dick would've hit you square in the face when it sprung out, looking painfully hard, pink-reddish tip oozing pearlescent precum.

Your mouth fell agape, eliciting an amused chuckle. "Just like that, y/n. Didn't think you would pick up on that so fast." You didn't even catch his teasing words, transfixed on the sheer size of him. A bulging vein cut down his whole length,his blonde pubes shaved, balls heavily hanging below. You gingerly raised your hand, your slim fingers encircling his shaft, making him groan. "That's it, good girl. That's how you hold it." You looked up at him from behind your glasses, his tip only an inch away from your lips. "Take it in your mouth now. Don't worry, it doesn't bite, but you gotta be careful not to bite it, doll."

Slowly, you brought his dick to your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip, your tongue collecting the bead of precum from his slit. Simon released an animalistic grunt, unable to hold back now that he had you. A large hand curved around the back of your head, pushing you down. You coughed, gurgling and almost gagging at the sudden movement, but Simon held you in place. "Breathe with your nose, y/n, or else you'll choke," he instructed, his voice strained at the feel of your mouth around his cock- it was divine. "Relax your pretty throat and- good girl..." You learned fast, mainly out of survival instinct, welcoming him down your relaxed throat until his shaved pubes tickled the tip of your nose.

Being the lonely man that he was, Simon hadn't been with a woman for some time now, and certainly he hadn't been with forbidden fruit like you, angelic-looking and pure, gazing up at him with big eyes and flushed cheeks, already taking all eight inches in your mouth. He couldn't control his orgasm, a long groan arising from his throat as he came, unsheathing himself as he shot hot ropes of thick cum over your face, the lenses of your glasses now covered in white goo. His cum left a tangy, slightly salty taste on your tongue, and you were still debating whether you liked it or not. "Sorry, doll," Simon apologised, the gentleness back in his voice as he took your glasses off, placing them onto the counter. "I hope you can forgive an old man after being alone for some time. Plus, it's not everyday you meet a fast learner as good as you."

You smiled bashfully as he helped you back on your feet, your knees feeling slightly sore and itchy, covered in small scratches from being on the floor. You thought Simon was done, but you were oh so wrong when he suddenly picked you up, hand secured under your thighs as he moved you onto the table. "Told you you only needed a little spark." He murmured, before he claimed your lips into a feverish kiss, nothing like Sam from History. He tasted himself on your tongue, his cock ready for round two, twitching impatiently between the two of you. He groaned, his hand snaking down your body, his forefinger stroking your needy cunt through your shorts. "S-Simon..."

"Shit, y/n, you're fucking soaked," he said, his brown orbs gazing down at you, dark with lust. "Just from sucking my cock, you're already a mess." Your face was glowing red like a tomato, your hand wrapping around his thick forearm as he tried to reach for your shorts. "Easy, doll. I'll be gentle." He whispered, kissing the crown of your head as you loosened your grip. "Won't it hurt?" You asked meekly, nervously chewing on your bottom lip. "I'll make sure to make you love it."

You let Simon undress you, trusting him with your all - literally - as fabric gave way to skin, exposing your whole body to him. To him, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, lands of smooth skin, the roundness of your breasts, the mouth-watering line of your waist, and those creamy thighs he couldn't wait to have wrapped around him. His sweatpants pooled at his ankles, his military green t-shirt lying on the floor next to them. He coaxed your thighs apart salivating at the sight of your slick arousal coating your folds. Simon made you lie back onto the table, his strong arms holding you in place, long fingers holding onto your hips as he feasted on your soaked pussy like a man starved.

Your sweet, sweet sound filled the kitchen, the unfamiliar stimulation making you see stars. You were mewling, his flat tongue lapping at your juices before it circled and suckled on your sensitive clit, coaxing the best noises he'd ever heard. When you were relaxed enough, he pushed in a digit, slowly stretching your weeping hole, preparing it to accommodate his fat cock, throbbing uncontrollably as your whimpers reached his ears. Your entrance was drenched, a second digit swiftly following, his fingers slowly pumping inside you with minimal resistance, just a few grimaces of discomfort making your nose wrinkle before he soothed the ache by stimulating your clit. It wasn't long before you came too, the heat pooling in your belly unravelling so fast you didn't even know your orgasm had hit until you were a squirmin mess, Simon's name falling from your lips like a prayer, your thighs squeezing his head so tight he thought he would've gladly died between your legs, the last flavour on his tongue being your cum.

He straightened his back, his lips and chin glistening with your release, a proud grin on his lips. "You taste so fucking good, y/n. Fuck, i could probably eat you for hours." He said, looking down at your figure splayed onto the table, still out of breath as you came down from your first high. You couldn't even process what had happened when Simon pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, his tip teasing your needy entrance, collecting some of your recent release to decrease any uncomfortable friction. He also brought his hand to his mouth, spitting on his palm before he spreaded it onto his length. "Please, Simon, please..." you pleaded, biting down on your lip as you looked up at him, propped up on one elbow as he effortlessly held your legs up. "Be gentle."

"You don't have to worry, doll," he reassured you once again. "You've been so good up to now, I'm sure you'll be able to handle this as well, okay? Do you trust me, y/n?" You nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed to push the first three inches inside. You cried out, your hands holding onto the edge of the table with a white-knuckled grip. "Shh, shh, shh," he shushed you as you arched your back, your chest heaving with heavy breaths as you adjusted to the stretch. "That's it, good girl. I'm almost halfway inside, see?" You tried to look down, seeing the way your folds were wrapped around his girthy cock, your gummy walls twitching, as if they wanted - needed - to suck him deeper inside.

You took a deep breath, focusing on releasing the pressure between your hips as Simon slid in with another two inches, and then another before he bottomed out. His balls rested against your ass, and if he's not quick to compose himself, he would've come already. Your tight pussy was squeezing him impossibly tight, and it took everything in him to not start railing you like a savage, instead leaving you some time to get acquainted to the feeling of fullness inside your body. "Y-You...you can move now, Simon." You squeaked, giving him a nod of reassurance. Probably shouldn't have done that, love.

Simon began to move his hips, picking up the pace as the volume of your moans increased. Your nails clawed at his back, your legs tight around his waist as he held you close to his chest, his hungry cock pumping into your cunt so fast you felt drunk on it. "S-Simon...Simon!" You called out, hot tears of pleasure lining your eyes. "Fuck...that's it, that's a fucking good girl, y/n, you're taking my cock so good...so fucking good." The way he was groaning in your ear was making the same kind of heat stir in your lower abdomen, his praises making your self-esteem spike up.

He was fucking his friend's only daughter, fucking her stupid on the same table they all ate every meal at, marking her as his own; the rush was unmatched. He cupped one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his lips latched onto your erect nub. You arched into him, tipping your head back as you let yourself fall deadweight, trusting Simon's strong arm, wrapped around your waist, to hold you up; and he did. "Come on, y/n, be a good girl for me and cum one more time," he murmured, his teeth gently taking your nipple, never applying pressure. "Cum on my fucking cock, y/n, I wanna feel your cunt choke my cock and milk it dry."

His filthy words were once again your undoing, his pubes tickling your clit every time his hips collided with yours also speeding up the process, and you came again, your orgasm hitting harder than the first. It was like a wave that wrecked you, from your core then up your spine, leaving your body spasming and gasping for air as you screamed out Simon's name. You clenched around him so tight he simply couldn't pull out, a twisted need to brand you as his making him spill himself inside you, hips stuttering as a very strong orgasm hit him as well.

They should've hung it in a museum, really, the image of his cum leaking from your whole onto the table, and he felt like the whole action was borderline blasphemous, as if he had tainted the doors of Heaven. He dampened a couple of kitchen towels with some lukewarm water and cleaned you up, sliding his sweatshirt back over your head before he scooped you up in his arms and brought you back to your room, tucking you in under the covers.

He left a chaste kiss on your forehead, but he did not climb into bed with you. He never would've. He was a horrible man, who had done horrible, unspeakable things, and he had just ruined the sweetest girl, the only good flower left in his garden now wilting right before his very own eyes. He wouldn't have spoken about this ever again, he wouldn't have looked at you if you happened to stumble into base again, wouldn't have called, or asked about your life again. But he was sure about one thing: he had marked you as his, and no one would've been able to tame your fire like he did that day. 

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not translate or share on this or any other platforms without credit•

[dozyrogue]

Okay so since the soulfire talk is back I want to talk about how people were so convinced that Bolas is the definition of found family but it seriously isn't.

They were brought together by the fact that in purgatory you lose yourself or you don't and at the time everyone in bolas was not well beforehand and then they were put on an island that basically said "you are going to Lose Yourself." And then they did it all together and that's it. So it's kind of funny when people are like "oh they're no longer family :(" like yeah that's the point.

Then we have soulfire who I say most of the people on that team were alone for they were already close to each other.

Like this was around the time where Tubbo started to feel very alone and then he got pushed into purgatory.

Tina was learning about or remembering her past as a demon and how much she hated it. And she also only really had foolish and bagi. But was also kinda pushing bagi away

Everything about badboyHalo. Him and Tubbo are so alike that it actually drives me crazy. And homestly during that time he only really had dapper.

Bagi who was rejected by her brother that she spent FOREVER TO FIND and the relationship between her and Tina was just starting.

Like even outside of purgatory soulfire still respects each other. It's only badboyHalo and tubbo that are willing to defend each other when other people keep stealing from them. Whenever Tina gets to see her beloved tubward she's always excited to see him and just happy to be with him again. The constant of soulfire members calling tubbo coach?? My heart is melting.

OH AND LETS NOT FORGET Pac, Bagi & bbh going to Purgatory 2 simply to save tubbo and bring tubbo back?? I'm sobbing my eyes out. Why did they make that their canon reason??? Cuz pain.

Yeah there was a moment where they had some respect issues for Tubbo. But Tubbo Time After Time proved himself to be the best leader for soulfire. Like sure anyone could have led soulfire but it's just something about tubbo being the main guy that pulls it all together. And on top of that it wasn't just tubbo leading bbh and tina where also helping and leading as much as they could. It would just lead back to tubbo. Unlike the bolas phil Messiah thing they had going on, even though that was good!

bagi when they came back still had great care for Tubbo. And that's just a here thing bte, they all did. She was one of the few people that saw him cracking and I will always love her for that. Now tubbo and bad have such a strange respect for each other that You Don't See with other characters. And I love that with all my heart.

they are so found family coded and I love them for it.

Found family even if they aren't together constantly anymore

Soulfire you will always always have a fan in me.

If soulfire has no defenders I'm DEAD

[thebearer]

when teddys like two or three months you and carl are in a patch of him not being around and he comes home one day and she gives him no reaction or loves, and someone she sees frequently she is gummy smiling at them

oh this would wreck him. like the freezer scene has nothing on what this would do to him.

so the bear is doing really well. like really, really well, but they've got some competition. this new restaurant is moving closer and a little too close. they already tried to take marcus and syd, and carmen is stressed, falling back into his old ways. he feels like in a way he got himself here bc he had a baby and got lazy in a way- distracted, is more like it. as awful as that sounds, that's how he felt.

teddy's about six months and carmen's been at work non-stop. comes home late, if you go to the restaurant he barely has time for you, he's tightly wound and hateful- loses his temper quickly. richie tried to talk to him, tina, too; and he told them the same thing- to mind their own business.

you miss carmen, you do. but when you tell him that, he tells you he's here now- now being when he's practically collapsed in bed beside you.

it's the roughest patch the two of you had ever been through, and carmen doesn't even seem to realize it. until one day. the other restaurant got moved to the other side of the city- something about the building being mysteriously shut down for shoddy wiring (uncle jimmy had nothing to do with it!!)

carmen's feeling good. feeling like he can breathe again.

comes home early and you're surprised. he's happy and excited, but when he goes to teddy, she cries.

that tiny baby cry for you, just a little whine of sorts that she does when a stranger tries to hold her.

a stranger.

"teddy," carmen coos, trying again. "it's daddy, teddy bear."

teddy just turns into your shirt, whimpering and clinging to you. you watch carmen's heart break- the fall of his face, eyes widening into horrified realization.

"i think she's cranky, carm. it's her nap time-"

"she doesn't even know who i am." carmen's tone is hard- hurt.

"no, she's just a little sleepy, carmen. look, teddy, look," you coo, bouncing her lightly to coax her out of your chest. "look, baby, it's daddy."

teddy seemed to recognize the word, eyes lighting but she didn't relate carmen to that. blinking and looking around like she was looking for her dad. carmen's face crumbled, running his hands over his face to keep himself from sobbing in front of you.

you didn't know what to do, how to make it better. "i'm going to smoke." carmen rasped, voice tight with emotion, snatching his cigarettes off the table and going outside.

he called the only person he knew to. richie. breaking down, raw and emotional, begging him for any sort of advice on how to make it better.

"cousin, she's a baby. you got time to fix this. she won't even remember this-"

"-she doesn't even remember me." carmen sniffed hard, knee bouncing as his chest bubbled over with that familiar painful panic. "my own kid doesn't know who the fuck i am. what the fuck richie? what's fuckin' wrong with me. all i ever do is fuck everything up-"

"-hey, cousin, i'm stoppin' you right there, ok? let me be honest with you. this ain't about you, ok?" richie huffed. it was mean and cutting but it was true. "this isn't the time to be feelin' all sorry for yourself and shit, ok? you left your wife alone with that baby and you've been a real jagoff- like i said."

carmen hated it, hated that he was right, hated how he felt.

richie continued. "instead of sittin' in there like an asshole, why don't you go inside, take a few fuckin' days off, and get your shit together."

"cosuin, i-i can't do that-"

"- holy fuck, carmen. ok, let's try it again, alright? go inside. quit being a self loathing jagoff piece of shit, and take a few days off to be with your wife and kid, ok? i got the place for a few days." richie snapped.

"richie, we're booked for the next-"

"-look, do you trust me or not?" richie snapped.

"yeah, yeah, i trust you, c'mon." carmen muttered.

"then i got it, alright? if i need you, i'll call you, but for right now- your family needs you. if this was tiff or eva, i wouldn't even think twice about it. go be with your family, and fix this shit, you dumbass." richie huffed.

carmen took richie's advice. finding you in the bedroom, folding teddy's teeny tiny baby clothes. it made carmen sob. heavy heaving cries and mumbled apologies while he clung to you.

the next four days, carmen wouldn't leave the house. wouldn't leave your side or teddy's. he'd gotten her hesitantly out of the crib, eyes red rimmed when he cooed at her and changed her. she didn't cry this time, even giving him a tiny gummy smile that had him emotional all over again.

[madisonshoneybun]

Hello! I was wondering if you still are continuing to take fanfic request if you could possibly do one where newt and the reader are childhood friends and newt really likes the reader and is going to their house to confess his feeling to them but he is sad because they moved to New York to find a Job and after a few years newt sees the reader sitting on a bench at a park in New York but doesn’t know if that’s them because they are sitting with their back away from him so he isn’t sure if that’s really them, and they finally reunited and he confesses his feeling when the reading is working a late night shift at the department store in the first film and is about to go home oh btw if you could possibly add a bit of jealous Tina let’s say newt has kept the same necklace which he wanted to give to the reader when he wanted to confess his feeling to them when he was younger and then Tina goes into Newt’s case and finds the necklace and assumes Newt wants to give it to her so she puts it on anyway and Newt says it is not for her and she has to give the necklace back to him but at the end when she sees how happy Newt and the reader are together she is happy and accepts the fact that newt likes someone else and finds someone else to love. Omg if you do this I will be so so so happy I have just had this idea for a really long time now but honestly probably couldn’t actually write it thank you so much!

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Warning - none

Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary - Newt left you and you had no idea why. He was someone you could never stop thinking about but as luck would have it, he found you. Will he leave you again? Will he be honest about how he truly feels? Or will he hurt you all over again?

A/N - Jezz it's been a long time. I remember when I was in high school, and my only hobby was writing fanfiction. I never told a soul. But here I am, now 22 and still wanting to come back and write from time to time. Though I didn't start this Tumblr account when I was in high school. I hope you like what I've written and keep sending requests and I just might write some. Might even right a few then hop off the face of the planet again. I don't know, but enjoy :)

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Your most fond memories were running round the halls of Hogwarts with Newt not far behind. Sometimes you were skipping class to be with his creatures, sometimes one would escape, and you were both trying to catch it and other times, your favorite times, it was just so you could both be alone. There was a spot, under the east stairwell, where you'd hide. Newt was never one for affection but for some reason, here, with you, he'd hold your hand. Tracing his fingers over the lines on your palm almost like he was trying to read your future. You always hoped he'd be reading them to see if your futures aligned. Maybe if the maps on your palm were identical to his, it meant you were meant to be together. Like it was destiny. He'd never let you read his though, only allowing you to wrap your fingers together, intertwining them like perfect puzzle pieces. You'd lean you head on his shoulder, and he'd mumble creature facts to you, describe their beauty with hints of passion. Unicorns and fairies were in muggle stories, always the good guys and the most beautiful creatures to them. But Newt could tell you anything about any creature in the world, and you'd fall for them without caring what they looked like. Newt loved magical beasts and you loved them too.

You sat on a bench, the cold New York air biting at your skin. You didn't mind though. It reminded you of home. You'd picked up knitting a few years after graduating from Hogwarts. Both your muggle and wizard friends teased you, saying it was so boring and it was something only old people did. You liked it though, and it was always a high when you finished a piece, whether it be gloves, a hat or a scarf, it always made you so happy. Right now you were working on a scarf. You'd come up with idea of making your own version of the house scarfs at Hogwarts. You had started with your house, seeing as it was obviously superior, and worked your way through the others. Right now, you were working on the finally one. Hufflepuff. It was bittersweet. It was almost like you were pushing it off as much as you could. Every time you saw that shade of yellow, you'd be brought back to Hogwarts. To that boy with the most beautiful green eyes. To his crocked smile and its cute fluffy hair.

You smiled gently at the half-made scarf. God did you miss him. You wondered what he was doing, if he was okay, and if he still loved beast. You laughed quietly and shook your head. Of course, he does, dead or alive, he would never not love them. Even if one were to kill him, he wouldn't blame them. You heard someone chuckled behind you. It made you jump to your feet, dropping everything you were doing on the ground. Your hand flew to your back pocket, where you keep your wand, as you spun around.

Your hands fell to my sides upon seeing him. Both beautiful eyes and that fluffy hair. "Newt?"

He looked just as surprised to see you as you were of seeing him. Almost like he wasn't expecting it at all. What did he expect laughing at a random woman in the cold? A heavy sigh left your lips. "Were you just laughing at me Mr. Scamander?" You thought, seeing as you were both adults, it might be better to address him properly. You didn't have any idea on how he felt about you, if he had moved on from your friendship from school. It only felt polite to call him by his last name. He stilled and opened his mouth to speak. You could almost visually see the sweat form on his face and the color leave his eyes. "Uh no- I wasn't" He stuttered, waving his hands in the air.

You put your hands on your hips and titled your head to the side. "I jumped so hard cause I heard you laugh. Don't try to fool me." The flustered look on his face was so cute, you almost felt bad for teasing him. You weren't the same girl you were back then, growing more confident as the days went by. You wouldn't be so easily flustered by him like when you were little, but you doubt he'd even remember though moments. Or tell you about them at that. He looked just as flustered, maybe even more as he listened to you speak. It started to make you laugh and you waved a hand at him. "It's alright Scamander, I'm just teasing you. Can't handle a bit of teasing from an old friend?" His shoulders dropped, relaxing finally. For a moment, he still said nothing. Looking you up and down for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak properly to you. "I heard you laugh and I couldn't help it. Yours is contagious." A blush crept up your neck.

He looked the same but also so different. He was taller than you now, more built, leaner. His jaw sharp, a bit longer hair, and this aura about him. He still felt a bit shy but exuded this confidence that you've never seen in him before. What had changed? How did he still feel like that kid from so long ago but I feel so mature? How stupid could I be? He's a grown man. You looked down at your items on the floor and crouched to get them. He crouched too but soon stood back up. "What are you doing here?" You sat back down, and he took a seat next to you. "I'm passing through. On my way to Arizona to release a Thunderbird I rescued from Egypt... though..." He looked down at his hands like he was ashamed. "It appears some other creatures escaped my case, so I have to find them before anything bad happens to them."

You could feel his sadness wrap around you. It felt cold and seeing him after not seeing him so long didn't erase your memories of him. His love for all magical creatures. You took his hand, like he had done to you all those times under that stairwell, and squeezed tightly. "Let me help you." His eyes moved to yours and for a moment they looked like there were stars in them. Like hearing you say that made him the happiest in the world. Like you weren't afraid or anger at him for leaving all those years ago but it soon faded. Knowing what little he knew about what was going on in this city, he never wanted to put you in danger so, like all those years ago. He pushed you away. He pulled his hand away and rose to his feet. He refused to look at you as he picked up his case. "I've got it. I know these creatures like the back of hand. Don't worry yourself with it." and without giving you even a second to respond, he began to walk away.

Seeing his back to you, slowly getting farther and farther away, you had no idea what to do. When he left you tried to stop him, but he wouldn't open up to you about why. You could never understand it all. But you did understand was how much he hurt you. How much it hurt to have him lie to your face. And how much it hurt begging him to be honest with you, begging you to stay, and having him still leave you behind. You weren't going to do again. Not this time. You were going to let him go.

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Newt had been keeping himself occupied in his case all night. The others had no idea what to do. Something must've happened but none of them were close enough to him to ask. Jacob was the first to try, but all he got was one-word responses. Queenie tried to but Newt didn't even bare her a glance. Tina was the only one absent from this whole ordeal. She was inside the shed, while Newt was taking care of his creatures and Jacob followed him like a lost puppy. She was looking through his things, trying to find anything about him. They had gotten close, and had bonded through this while ordeal, even though it wasn't entirely over yet. She could feel her feelings growing for him the more they interacted with him. When Newt saved her, looked her in the eyes and promised her that'd he'd catch her, she felt something. She had felt so safe and cared for. She had a slight worry that he might leave her. Save himself and then go save his case. But he stayed and the look in his eyes felt like a silent promise that he wasn't going to leave her.

She opened up drawer after drawer. Not really rummaging through, just moving a few things around. She eventually came across and small velvet box. It was a beautiful royal blue. It was so soft and light. When she opened it, a soft glow illuminated her face. She took it out of the box, setting it aside and hold a beautiful silver necklace. It was short, like it would rest perfectly in-between a person's collarbones. These last few days, maybe he felt the same way? It felt too soon for something like this but everyone knew how awkward, yet charming Newt was. He was never very good with words. There was this tiny whisper in the back of her mind that said to ask him who this was for. Confirm with him first before she thought it belonged to her but the love she felt for him drowned out that voice. Slowly, as to not make a sound, she put it around her neck. Clasping it in place. She felt silly for being so quiet. No human on this ear could hear the sound if a necklace clamping in place but her nerves got the better of her. She closed the box, setting it back inside the drawer, and left the shed.

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You couldn't believe your boss called you in so late. You weren't a security guard; this wasn't in your job description. You were reading about everything going on, and you can't lie and say it didn't make you nervous. There was no denying it wasn't something more than normal muggle things. It had to be something you'd read about in school. Or some witch or wizard who was after something. You knew all this but could do nothing. You weren't with the Macusa, like you'd ever want to do anything like that, you were just a normal witch. The best you were good at was making positions and remembering wizard history. And of course, a butt load of creature facts. You also felt confident that the Macusa were handling it.

Never mind that. You had to be "keeping an eye out" as your boss had told you to do. This store had never been broken into at night, you never understood why. Shoplifters though? That has happened a few times. Since you didn't think anyone would dare try to break in, you brought you scarf to finish. It was almost done. Just a few more rows to go. Glancing down at the fabric in your hands, you remembered the park. How you were literally just looking at this stupid thing and thinking about him. Then he popped into thin air. Almost like you were granted a wish from the gods but now? Just looking at it stung. What did you do to deserve this treatment from him? Did he figure out your feelings and just had no clue on how to turn you down? If he didn't like you back you would've respected that decision, but he didn't even respect you enough to tell you why he was leaving. Before you could get too into your head you heard something fall to the ground. Luck truly wasn't on your side huh? First you wished for him and now you somehow jinxed this whole break in thing.

You stood, making slow, gentle movements around the front desk. Making your way over to what had dropped, you felt like there were eyes on you. And in an instant, you were grabbed from behind, a hand over your mouth. You went to scream but once your back met the person's chest you stared ahead. You saw Newt, holding a finger to his lips. Just looking at him made you anger. How could he treat you the way he did and then randomly show up here and have whoever was holding you touch you like this? What would he even need here? Then it hit you. His creatures.

You nodded and the person behind you let you go. You turned to face them and saw a man, he quickly whispered an apology to you, and two women. Then women were like polar opposites of each other, visually speaking. Nothing to do with their beauty, no, they were both probably the prettiest women you had ever met. They just looked different. Once blonde wearing pinks and a cute face of makeup, the other a brunette wearing darker clothes. After scanning the group your eyes fall back to Newt. "What's here?" he pointed past me, a floating purse making its way through the store. "Dougal, my Demiguise." You nodded slowly. You've heard a lot about those creatures. Newt always thought they were the most difficult to catch, or save even.

"Demiguise are fundamentally peaceful, but-" "they can give a nasty nip though." You shrugged. The room fell silent. You looked up at the other, who you still hadn't gotten the name of. They looked at you like you were crazy but Newt had this slight smirk on his face. "I learned from the master himself." You whispered and gently nudged Newts arm. After the interruption Newt was giving out orders. "You two, head that way. And try very hard not to be predictable. Y/n?" You hummed softly. "Stay with them?" You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was worried for them. These people obviously knew little to nothing. But you knew everything, you knew what to do and what not to do. You keep these people safe. And Newt trusted you so deeply with that task. You smiled and nodded, leading the way.

We were in some kind of attic and Newt was describing the beast to everyone in the room. Once you realized it was babysitting and that Newt "must have miscounted" you knew we were in for it. A huge and beautiful Occamy came forward. Staring straight into Newt's eyes. You felt a smile creep onto your face, you'd never seen one before but like you'd always thought, no matter the creature, it was a wonderful thing to see. Seeing how gently Newt was, you thought for sure he had it, that was until the blonde walked forward, almost like she was in awe, and accidently kicked a Christmas ordainment. It rang and the poor thing got spooked. Its body got moved around the room, almost snake like. Your first immediate thought was to get Dougal, something so big could easily kill him while it was startled like this. But once you made your way towards him, he made his way towards the other man and blondie. Now in the center of the room, Newt was gone, riding on top of it. Before you could even think to start looking around for something small or an insect, one of its wings came flying towards you. Hitting you square in the chest and making you slam into the floor. You head hurt the most, and you blacked out while gasping for air.

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We had just gotten the Occamy in the tea pot and for a spilt second everything left so calm. It felt like the weight he had been keeping on his shoulders had vanished, but it all faded when he saw you, the literal light of his light, laid limp on the floor. Tina had both hands on the tea pot and the lip so Newt ran to your side. "Y/n? Hey, wake up!" He shook you gently and then realized that was probably the worst thing he could be doing to you right now. His only other thought in mind was to take you into his arms and bring you into his case. He had put a cot in the shed, right by the entrance. Sometimes he just preferred to be asleep near his creatures. The sounds they made throughout the night were like little lullabies. He brought you down, the other following close behind, and laid you gently on it. Taking off his coat and laying that on top of you too. It was particularly cold but he still worried.

"Can you put my Occamy back and Dougal on his tree?" He didn't spare anyone a glance. But Jacob nodded, leading Queenie out of the room. But Tina stayed. She took a seat next to you, looking you over. It seemed she didn't snoop enough, or she was just blind as a bat because once she looked up towards Newt, she was a photo. A moving picture, of you, smiling so bright. Her hand slowly went to the necklace. She felt this ping in her chest. Over these past few days she thought her and Newt were becoming closer. Like they could be something more. Maybe not this soon, but over time, maybe something. It genuinely hurt more than she thought it would. While Newt was still distracted, making something to help you, she took off the necklace and gently placed it around your neck. Seeing it on you, it felt like it just belonged there.

She stood to her feet and gave Newt a gently pat on the back and left the room. Leaving the two of you alone.

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You slowly opened your eyes, your head heavy and throbbing. Your back also just completely bruised. You sat up slowly, touching your hand to your head. It was wrapped in gauze and a foreign cream over your collarbones, along with a necklace. You knew you weren't wearing it before but besides that, you were in so much pain. You glanced around the room and saw Newt, setting on the floor beside you, holding your free hand. You squeezed it and he opened his eyes, standing so quickly to his feet that he fell back a bit, leaning fully on the work bench behind him. "Are you alright?" you asked him with a chuckled. "Are you alright?" he made his way back to your side. His hand finding its way to the back of your head. He leaned down a bit, giving you a once over. You nodded. "I'm fine, though I will say that hurt more than when we tried to ride that Hippogriff we found in the forest." He moved away and went back to his work bench, grabbing something that must've been sitting there, waiting for you. He handed it to you and drank it without a second thought. Your body felt cool all of a sudden and like the pain was fading away.

He sat beside you, fiddling with his fingers. You grabbed his hands, like you'd done all those years ago but for the first time, he flipped his hand, allowing you to see the maps on his palm. He glanced at him, but his eyes were laser focused on your fingers as you ran them over the lines. Your eyes went back to his hands, much larger than yours. As you traced the lines they felt familiar. It felt like the same pattern he would trace onto you. Your heart was beating so fast. All this time you wondered why he was so fascinated by it, but he knew all along that you futures were aligned. You continued to stare and trace with a smile permanently etched on your face. "I love you."

Your eyes shot up. "I love you, y/n. I've loved you for so long and I've been terrified to tell you but..." He clenched his jaw. "When I saw you there, I was more terrified than ever. The thought of you not loving me back couldn't compare to the thought of you dying. So I knew I had to tell you. I'm sorry I never told you, and I'm sorry I left." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His beautiful green meeting your calm (y/e/c). His hand went to your cheek, thumbing rubbing your tears away. You hand went over his, and gently rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. A chuckle left your lips as the tears fell completely. "I love you too. I always have."

He smirked and you could see his shoulders relax. He was looking at you so intently and then down at your lips. Your eyes met again and he leaned forward, ever so slightly, then stopped. It was a silent way to ask permission. Then you leaned forward to, inviting him in. He took the invitation and slowly kissed you. It was soft, gentle and the best thing you've ever felt in your life. The happiness you both felt filled the room. This might be your new, fondest, moment.

Masterlist

[twopoppies]

all of the stunts- as someone who has been in the fandom since 2011, witnessed stunts live in action etc- have been so poorly developed and played out it’s an absolute monstrosity how the gp actually believed that. here are just a few examples

haige was, in a brief summary, a pathetic attempt to portray harry as whatever they were aiming for. it was so messy and became toxic on harry’s behalf so sudden it was upsetting to witness. paige was an attention seeking person who wanted to gain a persona- even signed w an agency because of her association. it was all really one big mess, people believed H cheated on L (bffr.), L and Z had a fling in who remembers where they went, H and L were over, done nada. i’m unsure how haige is still being mentioned til this day? photos that magically resurface are just the evidence of the failed ordeal.

elounor was used as a punishment for both of the boys. if they acted a certain way on stage, in an interview, said the wrong thing or was in the wrong place at the wrong time it would result in a pap walk or a new article about how famous singer from 1D was going to propose and have kids with the love of his life!! by the end of the stunt the storyline had been fucked up so consistently that there is no consistency in the actual “relationship”. they were on, then off, then on, then off- gretchen, tina, eleanor, what looked like liam in a wig?? yeahh ok very believable on their behalf sure.

i don’t even want to talk about baby gate. babygate was hell on earth. chaotic, and yet probably resembles a performance by 6 year olds. photoshops, fertility clinic, stolen pictures, instagram accounts created JUST months before ‘F’ was born. paternity tests, L randomly getting a woman pregnant because that’s totally responsible from a guy who’s definitely had more meetings about not doing dumb shit whilst off the clock to keep his boyband image.

anyways, i find it funny how people believe the stunts. the stunts that were so painstakingly obvious. ah, just wanted to rant since all i’m seeing is shit about the stunts ✌️

Bless you. Totally agree. There's absolutely zero effort made to make them consistent or believable because why work so hard when the GP and half the fans believe anything they're told? I don't know why people bring up old shit, and then new fans just freak out, and it becomes the topic of the day.

[atthebell]

how about 69 for the spotify wrapped drabble ask game?? haha nice 😎 and if that’s been asked already how about 75?? 👁👁

69 was already asked but 75 is dirty computer by janelle monae (song of all time fr) so here's a bagina drabble that gained a mind of its own and is no longer a drabble:

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Tina knows Bagi would have her in any room of the house. Not-- Not like that, although she knows that's probably just as true. But Bagi's words only go skin-deep, at least to Tina's ears, and the self-doubt creeps much deeper. So she sleeps on a couch in the kitchen.

It's silly and strange and it makes her cheeks flush when Bagi notices. But instead of making a whole big thing of it, she simply drags another couch into the kitchen and sleeps alongside her. As if it's perfectly normal. As if Tina isn't a complete freak with astronomical intimacy issues.

When Bagi holds her hand, awkwardly stretched out across the space between them, Tina has to try to avoid screaming into the couch cushion. She can't let Bagi see how actually weird she is. How self-conscious and wrapped up in her own perceptions of herself, how it makes her shake when Bagi shows her any affection at all. No, Bagi can't see any of that. That's why Tina is terrified every time they grow closer. Scared shitless that Bagi will finally, finally see the rot inside her, all the horrible things that drive everyone away, that make sure Tina will always be alone with herself.

Tina comes back to Bagi's house one night expecting the same gentle smile she always gets and another long night tossing and turning on the sofa. She gets the former, Bagi turning the hall to see her and her eyes lighting up, her expression cooling itself from excitement to welcome. Tina wishes she didn't do that to her. She's breaking even other people's feelings now.

But instead of sliding onto the sofa next to her, Bagi takes her hand and tugs her down the hall. Tina registers each turn, remembers exactly how to go back to the kitchen. But all those directions flee her mind when she steps inside the room Bagi brings her to.

"For us?" Tina says, and then her hands dart up to her face, covering her mouth. The assumption is too much, too soon-- even sleeping in the same room had made her head swim, made her so ashamed and excited that her stomach had turned.

Bagi nods, though. "For us, Tina. Do you like it?"

Tina doesn't have words to respond with. The fact that Bagi's made them up a room, that she's invited Tina into her home and into her bed, is so much that Tina nearly warps away. But she forces herself to stay, for Bagi. To see the smile stretch across her face when she says yes.

"Yes! Yeah, I love it. I like it a lot."

"We can change anything you don't like," Bagi says, gentle, again, like she's calming the startled animal that is Tina.

"No! No, I like it, it's great. It's, um. It's very us." The word tastes strange in her mouth, but it's true. And she hates lying to Bagi.

"So you'll stay?" Bagi looks chagrined at herself for blurting that out. It's one of the few times Tina has seen her break like that, and she realizes that she likes it. She likes it a lot.

"Yes, I'll stay. Wherever you'll have me," Tina lets out in a whisper, and Bagi's smile is blinding.

[bonesandthebees]

time would never let her stay

I usually don't crosspost my fics to tumblr but I felt like it today. based off day 3 of purgatory, accidentally fits with today's prompt for @mcyt-yuri-week hurt/comfort except I forgot yuri week was happening until I'd already started the fic it was a total coincidence

anyway have some very soft lesbians :)

wc: 2884

crossposted to ao3

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Tina’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

It was one of the most annoying side effects of respawn she had become all too familiar with over the past few days. Pain echoing through wounds that weren’t there anymore, aches flashing through her muscles every time she moved too quickly, a constant tremor in her fingers that she couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how much she warmed her hands by the fire—the respawns here were different than they were back on Quesadilla Island. That much was clear.

She had to ignore it. That’s what she kept telling herself as she knelt down in front of her crops, curling her fingers in and out of fists to try and steady them before reaching to pull more delicate tea leaves from the soil. The dark leaves were soft, damp earth crumbling around her fingers as she dug her hands in to separate them from the stem. 

If there was one thing Tina could do for her team, it was this. She might not be the best at fighting, but she knew how to grow things. She relished in it. Even when the sky was the color of blood and she could still feel the phantom sting of a sword sliding between her ribs, all of that got pushed to the back of her mind when she watched those leaves unfurl from the earth. Satisfaction would curl around her heart when amber would seep out of the leaves in their cups of water, before she’d pass it off to one of her teammates to drink. 

Still, Tina couldn’t help but think of how different things were now to only a few days before. To kneeling in front of the crops by her house, hands steady as she plucked the tea leaves and wrapped them in loose cloth. She remembered the way she’d tie the twine into a bow before dropping the tea bag into the cleanest bottle she could find, the water turning amber before she placed the bottle in the bottom of a chest meant for Bagi. 

Tina didn’t have the resources to make proper tea bags here. It wasn’t that bad at least. Not the most pleasant taste, but she liked to think the tea leaves themselves had extra nutrients. Maximize strength and all that. Keep their team going for as long as possible. 

And when her chest ached after drinking another cup of tea, Tina told herself it was just because of the leaves. It had nothing to do with memories of sweet notes placed on top of tea bottles nestled in chests flashing through her mind. It had nothing to do with her thinking of how much better the tea tasted when she was sharing it with Bagi during their picnic date. It had nothing to do with Bagi at all. Definitely not.

Her hands still shook as she placed the tea leaves into the cloth pouch on her hip. Biting back a sigh, she tied more string around the pouch to close it before pushing to her feet. 

Although she enjoyed farming, her legs were getting cramped. She needed a breather.

Cool night air blew over the hills, ruffling Tina’s hair and sending a chill down her spine. Night had fallen several hours before, and the stars painted above her head were a welcome reprieve from all the red. 

She pushed her hair out of her face, her fingers brushing against the tiny horns on the top of her head. Sharp pain flashed through her skull, making her wince as she yanked her hand away. Her horns were so sensitive these days, and even though she knew why it was still a harsh reminder. Not a day went by that she didn’t file them down to make sure they didn’t poke out of her hair. As much as it hurt, it was a necessary evil. Mouse might’ve been able to wear her demon horns openly, but Tina wasn’t ready for that. Especially not now. Especially not when tensions were higher than they’d ever been between the groups.

Nothing felt certain these days. Tina couldn’t even trust the ground beneath her feet because this island had fucking earthquakes. But more than anything, she hated not being able to trust anyone but her own team. She hated the constant paranoia. She hated that she always had to listen for footsteps behind her. She hated that even taking a deep breath felt like a risk. 

The sand and gravel beneath her feet became dotted with grass as she wandered further away from the blue team’s territory. She kept a hand on her sword, her eyes darting between the shadows to look for any sign of movement. The pouch of tea leaves on her hip swung with every step she took. Maybe she should’ve left it back at the farm.

A twig snapped behind her. Tina’s heart leapt into her throat as she froze.

“Hello?” She called out, unsheathing her sword with her still shaking hands. “Is someone there?”

Her eyes continued to dart over the shadows. She listened as closely as she could for the sound of a zombie’s groans, or a skeleton's bones rattling.

Another twig snapped. Then, another. Footsteps echoed between the trees. When Tina looked down at her map, she couldn’t see anyone nearby. Whoever it was, they’d turned off their map marker.

“Oh no,” she whispered, pressing her back to a tree as her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. “No no no no-” 

The footsteps got louder. And louder. And louder.

Then,

“Tina?”

 Oh.

“Bagi?” Tina called out, slowly lowering her sword. “Where are you?” 

The shadows moved. Suddenly, Bagi stepped out from between the trees, and Tina wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or nauseous at the sight of her. 

Although Tina knew they were all rather worse for wear at this point, Bagi had always been the type of person to look shockingly put together for whatever she was going through. Just found out her long lost twin brother was right in front of her and didn’t remember who she was? Her white and brown hair would be perfectly tousled. In the middle of threatening Cucurucho with a frying pan? Her sweater vest and trousers looked as though they’d just been pressed. 

Maybe she was biased, but Tina was convinced Bagi couldn’t look bad even if she tried. 

Even now, while it was a shock to see the tangles in Bagi’s hair and uneven green thread stitched up the side of her coat, she was still Bagi. Perfect, strong, lovely Bagi. 

Except Bagi was holding a sword, just like Tina was. 

Except neither one of them had made any moves to put their swords away. 

Except Tina was far away from her base, and hadn’t told any of her team members that she’d even left.

A beat ticked by, and it felt like an eon trapped in a second. Then, another one passed. And another.

“Hey,” Bagi finally breathed.

“Hi,” Tina replied, eyes darting between Bagi’s face and the sword still in her hand. 

The two of them fell silent again. Bagi’s own eyes fell on Tina’s sword. 

“Are-” Bagi cut herself off, blinking fast. “If you don’t want to talk, tell me now.”

Despite the fact that Tina’s heart was still racing like a jackrabbit, something in Bagi’s voice made her pause. There were cracks in her words that Tina had never heard before. She looked away from Bagi’s sword to meet her eyes again, and realized that her lovely Bagi was afraid. 

Bagi was afraid of her.

At that moment, Tina stopped thinking about the danger she was putting herself in. Bagi was scared, and Tina never wanted to see that. Not now, and not ever. 

“I- I won’t hurt you,” Tina stammered out, letting her sword clatter to the ground. 

Bagi’s eyes widened, adjusting her grip on her own sword. Tina’s breath caught in her throat.

And then, Bagi’s sword joined Tina’s in the dust. 

“I won’t hurt you either,” Bagi said. 

Oh thank god.

Slumping back against the tree she’d been pressed against, Tina let out the breath she’d been holding. Relief flashed over Bagi’s face as well, and after a beat, Tina waved Bagi closer. 

Leaving their swords on the ground, Bagi joined Tina leaning against the tree trunk. The two slid to the ground, their shoulders pressed together. For a minute, neither one of them said anything. Instead, they breathed in sync. 

In, and out. 

In, and out. 

Tina’s heartbeat began to slow. 

“I’m sorry,” Bagi said after another minute. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but-”

“No, it’s okay. I get it,” Tina reassured her. “This is all, uh, really crazy.”

Clenching her jaw, Bagi nodded. She blinked a few times like she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how to. 

Luckily for her, Tina was good at being patient.

“Cellbit didn’t try to talk to me,” Bagi finally said, her voice soft as she stared out at the trees. “I wanted to talk. I was trying to. But he just went for it.” She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath, before opening them again. “It’s fine. I get it. We’re in a really fucked up situation and it’s bringing back memories for him. It just… took me off guard.”

The ache was back in Tina’s chest, but it had changed now. A different pain than before. Lesser, but harder to ignore. 

Shifting closer, Tina reached for the limp hand Bagi had resting on her leg. She brushed her fingers against Bagi’s, waiting to see if she would pull away. When she didn’t, Tina laced their fingers together, and realized they hadn’t held hands since before they were all sent here.

“I’m sorry, Bagi,” Tina murmured, rubbing her thumb over Bagi’s knuckles. “Even if you get why, that’s still kinda messed up for him to not even listen to you before killing you.”

Sighing, Bagi leaned further into Tina’s side. “It’s not about me. It’s just the situation.”

Despite saying the words like they were a fact, Tina could tell Bagi was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Tina. So she squeezed Bagi’s hand, and Bagi squeezed back. 

“But, uh, yeah,” Bagi continued after a moment, eyes dropping to their interlaced hands. “That’s why I wasn’t sure what you were going to do. It feels like nothing’s off the table these days.”

Tina nodded, focusing on the warmth pooling between her and Bagi’s palms. Besides friendly pats on the back and occasionally helping someone bandage their wounds, this was the first gentle touch Tina had felt in days. It soothed a rawness inside of her she didn’t even realize was there, and she didn’t want to let go of it anytime soon.

“I don’t think there is. Especially with Team Red. I’m pretty sure they’re losing their minds over there,” she then tried to joke.

Bagi chuckled at this, although it was weak. “We’re all losing it a bit, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” Tina hummed, squeezing Bagi’s hand again. “But at least we all seem to be on the same page of, like, insanity, y’know?”

Instead of laughing more, Bagi only nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Another silence fell over them. There was something else troubling Bagi. Tina could tell by the way she kept glancing at her from the corner of her eye. But unlike before, this wasn’t a waiting game. Bagi stayed silent, and Tina did too. 

So instead, Tina let her eyes roam over Bagi’s face, taking in the changes since the last time she’d seen her. Like she’d noticed before, Bagi’s hair was tangled. There was dirt smudged across her cheek, and a cut that had already scabbed over sitting above her eyebrow. Although it was dark in the shadow of the tree they were sitting against, after a few more moments, Tina noticed the dark purple bruises starting to form around Bagi’s left eye. 

“Is that a black eye?” Tina asked, sitting up straighter to get a better look. 

Bagi nodded. “I don’t even know how I got it. Probably during a fight or a death thing or some bullshit like that.” 

Frowning, Tina nodded. It made sense, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t like knowing that Bagi had been hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

She looked down at the dried blood staining the front of Bagi’s sweater, and knew that there were more wounds she couldn’t see. Either because they were hidden by her clothes, or because they’d been erased by a respawn. Gone, but not forgotten. 

There was nothing Tina could do about those wounds. They’d both been hurt, and they were both going to continue to be hurt as the days went on. That was simply the reality of their situation. She couldn’t protect either of them from that.

But there was one thing Tina could do right now. 

Maybe it was the exhaustion of the past few days making her more bold than she was used to being. Or maybe she was just overwhelmed with wanting to do something to help Bagi. 

Either way, despite her fluttering heart, Tina didn’t let herself think twice as she moved both of her hands up to cup Bagi’s face. 

Bagi blinked, but didn’t pull away. 

“Tina?” She whispered, her cheeks growing warm under Tina’s hands. “What are you-”

Before she could finish, Tina was leaning forward, and pressed her lips as gently as she could to the darkened skin near Bagi’s eye. Bagi fell silent, her breath soft against the side of Tina’s head as she peppered light kisses all over Bagi’s bruises. 

When Tina pulled back, she kept her hands on Bagi’s face. Bagi stared at her like this was her first time ever seeing Tina.

“Was that okay?” Tina whispered. 

Slowly, so as not to dislodge Tina’s hands from her face, Bagi nodded. 

“That- That was more than okay,” Bagi stammered out. 

A beat passed. Bagi’s soft breath was now puffing across Tina’s face.

Tina began to lean in again. But before she could-

“I was given a task to kill you today.”

Freezing, Tina’s eyes flew open to see the same fear as before flashing across Bagi’s face. 

Tina’s sword was still on the ground behind her, just out of reach. Bagi’s hands had settled on her waist, and although their grip was gentle, it wouldn’t take much effort for Bagi to hold her in place. 

“Oh,” Tina breathed, her face still inches from Bagi’s. 

“I’m not going to though,” Bagi then said, her thumbs rubbing small circles into Tina’s sides. “I don’t care if I lose points. I’m not going to hurt you, Tina. I swear.”

She could’ve been lying. Bagi was good at that. She’d lied to Tina before, and although she swore she wouldn’t lie to her again, that was before they’d been dropped on this hellscape island. Things had changed now. They both knew that.

But despite all this, Tina didn’t move away. Her heartbeat didn’t pick up speed. She kept her hands on Bagi’s cheeks, and Bagi kept rubbing circles into her skin.

“Okay,” Tina whispered, her nose brushing against Bagi’s. “Then I’m going to kiss you.” 

And finally, Bagi smiled. 

“Please.” 

Tina leaned in, and Bagi met her halfway. Her lips were chapped, and Tina knew hers were as well. There was the unmistakable taste of blood on her lips. But still, the kiss was soft. It was soft and slow and everything Tina dreamed it would be. 

There was nothing harsh about it. Nothing fiery. Despite the fact that they were in purgatory, Tina couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to get this little slice of heaven all to herself.

They pulled away at the same time. Bagi smiled at her, and Tina smiled back as she leaned forward to bump her forehead against the other girl’s. Butterflies fluttered around her chest. Her skin buzzed as Bagi continued to trace shapes into her sides. 

Seconds ticked by. Then, minutes. Tina readjusted so she was resting her head against Bagi’s shoulder, and Bagi had her arm draped over her shoulders. 

“We’re going to be okay,” Bagi said after a bit of silence.

Tina looked up at Bagi through her lashes, once again wondering how she managed to look so perfect no matter what. 

“Yeah,” Tina murmured, nestling in closer to Bagi’s side. “We will.” 

Later that night, when Tina would eventually wander back to her farm, Missa would be there checking on the crops. He’d ask her where she went, and she’d tell him she just went for a walk. He’d ask her if she was alright, if she’d gotten attacked by any mobs. And she’d tell him that she was okay. 

Her belt would be short one pouch of tea leaves, but he wouldn’t notice. None of her teammates would. No one would notice that her hands had stopped shaking either. Tina wouldn’t even notice until she went to pull the leaves off another tea plant.

And if her tea tasted better that night than it had since they all got trapped there, Tina would be the only one to notice that too.

[lightthemaskedone]

Edit: OML I DIDNT MEAN TO POST THIS I meant to save this to drafts 😭 Alr Im gonna add some things

The new UrbanSPOOK episode sure was something huh? I wanna talk about a few things (there's a lot so bear with me)

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR URBANSPOOK: HELL (don't worry I wont display any of the paintings or images from the episodes)

First thing I wanna talk about is Mona and Bill eating some of their victims. I actually had this theory at some point that they were eating people because of Sean. His painting was "The Man In The Pipes", so at first I assumed he was stuffed down a pipe in the home, but then FAMILY was uploaded, alongside the painting of the supposed fetus shoved down Paul's throat. Im too lazy to check, but if I remember right, the painting's name was scribbled out except for the word "pipe" or something like that. I know pipe was in there at some point. Maybe the pipes Sean's painting was referring to was their esophagus, since the fetus's painting was referring to Paul's windpipe bc that's how he died. Plus, Sean's painting has more red than anything, just like the fetus painting did. We've seen the painter (Mona or Bill, whoever is making the paintings...probably Mona) would most likely have drawn out the pipe since she LOVES her detail in paintings.

Next thing is how much better this episode was compared to previous ones. The only bad thing in the new episode was the bucket, but besides that there weren't really any bad themes. I watched the new episode through Baz's reaction video, and he even showed a screenshot of Urban saying he would make this and episode 10 better than the previous episodes, so good on him!! And the new episode wasn't just theme-wise better, it was VISUALLY better too. The video footage style was amazing, and don't get me started on the last part where they went into Tina's house for the wellness check and caught the killers. Also major props to Tina's voice actress in this, she did AMAZING. She screamed her heart out at the last part, good lord 😭

A smaller part, but I wanna mention how this episode had one of the scariest parts yet I've seen in the whole series. At the end of the episode where Mona has her hands raised because of the cop, she's just...standing there. Neither of them speak after a moment, and the only sound is Tina's screams. Then a distorted smile can be seen on the screen...Mona is just staring at the cop with a smile. She doesn't care that Bill is dead. She doesn't care about Tina's screams. She's smiling like she didnt do anything. And she isnt moving a single muscle. That smile is the last thing Tina ever saw. Mona is happy and has no regrets.

Another thing I want to mention is how Bill Collins was one of the killers. We already knew that because of the morse code thingy from PIGS, but that raises some questions. 1: Where the hell is Jack Stryker?? For those who don't know, Im talking about Tina's boyfriend from WITNESS that randomly went missing while Tina and Flora were getting attacked. He had a painting, so he's probably dead and/or the painters ate him. 2: Who was the fourth/third face in the Collin's photo montage? In LIGHTHOUSE, we find out Bill Collins went missing, his family was found dead yada yada. I don't remember if Bill Collin's had three or four other family members, but ther was another photo amongst the others that probably shouldn't have been there. The baby was dead, yes, but she was found in the attic and not in the mush barrel with the rest of her family. Which means one of those photos is probably not Bill and another victim maybe?? 3: What's his motive? Clearly he had to have snapped or something to go kill a bunch of people. He's probably the reason all the cops and investigators related to the case died (Sean, Sarah, Ian, etc). As we've seen, Bill acted in a feral-like state while working with Mona, him barking while helping her in the murders and roaring at the cop in the video footage before being shot. So what exactly is his motive?? Maybe Mona will say in episode 10 during the trial or we'll just never know. I will say this, when it showed his human picture in LIGHTHOUSE after stating he went missing, it was the only photo that didnt look...real. It looked more like a drawing than an actual photo like all the other ones. Bill was clearly as dangerous as Mona, but why did he decide to work with Mona, especially after his family died? Maybe it was a last resort and Mona agreed to it? (but they probably teamed up with Fred too to get drugs from him, but we all saw how that turned out) So why did Mona decide to let Bill work with her, and why did Bill want to work with Mona? I really wanna know this in episode ten.

There are a few things Im still wondering. We don't know how some of the victims died and Im actually REALLY curious about that. Ian, Jimmy (who I think may be the fourth photo found by the Collin's flesh barrel), Sean (yeah I said earlier I predicted they ate him but we don't know how he died), the two girls in the lighthouse (I forgot their names but Im too lazy to check 🤯), and some of the victims found in the new episode inside of the Paint Factory. Maybe Mona will reveal how she killed them?? Maybe not?? Idk I guess we just have to wait for it to play out

That's all I really have to say. Oogily boogily 🤯🤯🤯

[writer-in-theory]

🚪☁️🤮 steddie for the build a blurb meme pls!!

ooh this is a fun set of prompts thank you!!

build-a-blurb prompts || send me a request

prompts: 🚪- showing up at the other's door begging for comfort, ☁️- enemies to lovers, 🤮- fake dating

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There was no good explanation for how Steve Harrington standing outside Eddie Munson's trailer at 3 in the morning.

One second he was standing in Tina's bathroom being told that his entire year-long relationship was bullshit, and the next he was standing in the middle of the town's trailer park with absolutely no memory of the walk over there. Normally Munson would have been at the party, but after a few cursory glimpses around the house he found the dealer was oddly missing.

It was cold. Steve's arms were littered with goosebumps under his jacket and his legs hadn't stopped shivering, proving how long he'd been standing there. Just knock.

The door swung open before he could, nearly rapping Steve's knuckles as he lifted them to knock. Eddie Munson stood there—hair disheveled and brown eyes looking tired, though slowly awakening as he realized who was standing there.

"Were you gonna stand on my front step all night, Harrington?" Eddie asked, already beginning to feign coolness by leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. "Tryin' to see how the other half live?"

"I..." Steve started, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the right words. "I need to buy."

"I'm not selling tonight, big boy."

"I need it," Steve punctuated. Idly, he wondered what his dad would think of him begging on Munson's doorstep like this. It's a good thing his parents are in Chicago again. "I just, please."

Eddie must have seen something in his face, because suddenly he was swiping a hand over his own face and moving back from the doorway. "What d'you want then, Harrington?"

Steve had no idea. He didn't do this shit. Sometimes he'd smoke with Tommy, but he never bought it. This was so far out of his element he couldn't help but stand awkwardly in the Munson trailer, arms wrapping around his middle like that might spare him from thinking about what he was doing. This was the only thing he could think of, though, that might ease the sharp sting in his chest. It felt like something had been ripped out of him, all the wire-like nerves frayed and shocking inside of the empty chest cavity.

"Whatever's strongest," Steve said.

Eddie raised one eyebrow, considering him for a moment before sighing and asking, "What's happening here?"

"Nothing. I want...drugs. Yeah, drugs."

"Drugs, yeah, okay, Harrington," Eddie breathed in shock, shaking his head. "What sent straight-laced, golden boy Steve Harrington to drugs?"

"None of your business, Munson," Steve instinctively snapped. They may be in the same graduating class now, but that didn't mean they got along. Steve can't remember the last time they ever spoke kindly to one another, if they even had. It was the simple fact that Steve was a jock and Eddie was decidedly not that had split them apart before they'd ever had a chance to see if they fit.

Steve had to wonder if that even held up anymore, considering how little he seemed to actually know about the world. He was so different from who he'd been even just a year ago, maybe Munson wasn't all so bad.

So he sighed, ran his fingers through his hair like it might reset the situation, then said, "Nancy broke up with me."

Eddie just looked at him, a little smile he was fighting back against on his face. "You're....Let me get this straight. Steve Harrington is turning to hard drugs to get over a little breakup?"

"It wasn't little," Steve snapped immediately, crossing his arms over his chest and looking off to the side so he didn't have to face Eddie. "Is that a yes or no, man?"

"...Sure. Sure, man." Eddie left to grab some box, walked him through the whole process. "You mind staying here while you use? I don't wanna get blamed when you do something stupid."

That was how he ended up sitting on Eddie Munson's couch, Eddie offering him some pill while he took his own. The effects set in fairly quickly, numbing his senses and, most importantly, dulling the sharp stabbing ache in his chest. It wasn't the best feeling in the world—it left Steve with the lingering feeling that he wouldn't be able to defend himself if another demogorgon decided to make its brutal appearance—but it was preferrable to the raw ache of the breakup.

"...she told me it was all bullshit. I should've seen it coming, she's been in loved with Byers all year."

"Jonathan Byers? That's harsh, man," Eddie hissed, "What're you gonna do?"

It was easier talking like this. The music Eddie was playing hurt Steve's throbbing head a little, but he could appreciate the beat of it. He mostly liked hearing Eddie's voice and the way it reverberated around his head. The guy could a little harsh with his jokes, but they'd talked more than Steve had talked to too many others all year.

"No idea," Steve confessed, turning his head on the couch to face Eddie. "I'll be the laughingstock of the school tomorrow, when she shows up with Byers and I show up alone. There'll be no saving it."

"I mean..." Eddie trailed off, raising his eyebrows pointedly like Steve was supposed to catch on. "If your only problem is that you can't be the single one tomorrow, we could fix that."

"Yeah? How'd you propose we do that, Munson?"

"I'll be your boyfriend for as long as you need me, no problem," Eddie offered, "if you keep the basketball team off my ass for the rest of the year."

It was crazy. Steve knew it was a bad idea, and yet all he could think to do was nod his head. It would solve his problem, and honestly he still had enough pull with the team as captain to make it work. And hey, if Eddie wasn't so bad tonight then he couldn't be the worst fake boyfriend, right? And it would at least keep the rumor mill off his back, and would save him the dignity of walking into the school with clear evidence that he hadn't been enough for Nancy.

"You know what, deal. Be my boyfriend, Eddie Munson."

[novankenn]

"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" Colonial Marines - Various...

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

The girls were still feeling a little off, like they had forgotten something big. Something related to the goofy knight that had captured all their hearts. But for the life of them all they couldn't put their finger on it, plus there was a sudden distrustful jealousy of Cheerleaders that they couldn't explain. So they just chose to go along with Jaune's suggestion to get some lunch.

As they were moving past the various booths on their way to the Food Court, they passed a very militaristic booth. It instantly reminded Ruby of the Mobile Infantry Recruiting Booth from Day One of the convention. She shivered, knowing that through her inaction she had allowed Jaune to enlist.

????: Jaune? Jaune is that you?

Jaune: Huh? Did someone call my name? That voice. It couldn't be?

????: It is.

Jaune: (Turns to his right) Aunt Ripley? When did you get back?

The girls all turned to their right, following Jaune's lead.

Ripley: Recently, and my, my you have gotten so BIG since the last time I saw you! Come give your Auntie a hug!

The girls watched as Jaune hugged the older woman, a bright smile on his face. When they ended the embrace, Jaune stepped back to stand with the girls.

Ripley: Now, who are these young ladies?

Jaune: Some friends from Beacon. Ruby Rose, team leader of team RWBY.

Ruby: Hi.

Jaune: Pyrrha Nikos, my partner and temamate on JNPR.

Pyrrha: Hello.

Jaune: This is Emerald Sustrai, she's from Haven and a member of team CMEN.

Emerald nods.

Jaune: and a pair of old friends from Ansel. You should remember Tiny Tina.

Ripley: I do. Good to see you again, Tina, and if my memory serves me correctly, you should be Jinx.

Jinx/Tiny Tina: Ms Ripley.

Ripley: So what brings you to this event, Jaune?

Jaune: My friends have talked me into getting a ranged option to round out my arsenal. Right now I'm only using Crocea Mors, so they think I should look at getting a gun.

Ripley: Not a bad idea. So, have you thought about what you want to get?

Jaune: A few people, I know, suggest a shotgun, but I'm still open to other ideas.

Ripley: Well, maybe I can help you. Come with me.

Ripley led the sextet towards the booth she had been at. As they closed the distance, they saw two armoured men, standing behind the display counter.

Jaune: They look a little serious.

Ripley: Hicks and Hudson are good guys, and don't let their appearances fool you (whispers to Jaune) They're big softies.

The girls spread out to look at the display case as Jaune was introduced to his Aunt Ripley's companions.

Ruby: They do have a pretty good selection.

Pyrrha: They all look pretty sturdy and robust.

Tiny Tina: What's this one? Here at the end.

Hudson: That's a M134 Motion Tracker.

Jinx: Motion tracker?

Hudson: Provides a 180 degree sensing hemisphere in the direction the operator is facing, that indicates the presence of anything moving, with distance from the operator. Great for watching for unseen or hidden threats.

Ruby: Is that a M41A with under barrel U1 grenade launcher?

Hicks: (Moving from Ripley and Jaune as they continue to talk.) You have a good eye. I have a feeling you know the specs too.

Pyrrha: She does. What about that big one? Looks like a machine gun.

Hudson: The M56 Smartgun.

Tiny Tina: Smartgun? How is it smart?

Hicks: Mounted on a self stabilizing arm that auto-tracks targets with an infrared target tracking system.

Jinx: So it would be good for someone with, like, NO firearms experience?

Hudson: It would. Takes the guess work out of hitting a target.

Tiny Tina: And this one here, next to the rifle?

Hicks: M240 Incinerator Unit. (Noticing the looks of the girls) It's a flamethrower.

Ruby/Pyrrha: Nope. Too brutal.

Hudson: When you're taking on Xenos... anything goes girlies.

Tiny Tina/Jinx: Xenos?

Hicks: Screen on the side of the booth, next to the armour display.

Girls: What the hell are those?

Hicks: Xenomorphs, or Aliens. Steel like exoskeletons and molecular acid for blood.

The girls all grew wide-eyed. Those things made the grimm look like stuffed animals. Ruby and Pyrrha grew even more concerned, knowing that the last time Jaune visited a booth about a military style unit, he ended up enlisting.

Jaune: So, what do you think? That shotgun looks promising.

Hicks: Solid and true. War Era M37 pump, modified with a short barrel, capable of slam-firing.

Jaune: The pistol looks nice too, but I think I'd go with the shotgun.

Hicks: It's my personal favourite. Like to keep it nearby for ... "close encounters"

Ripley: So, see anything that tickles your fancy, Jaune?

Jaune: I think I'll get the shotgun.

Hudson: Okay, just some paperwork to do and...

Pyrrha/Ruby: NO! (Each girl taking a side and hooking Jaune under his arm pits, and before Jaune could struggle, Tiny Tina and Jinx moved in and lifted him by his legs.)

Hicks/Hudson: (Shouting as they watched a potential customer being hauled off) What are you doing?

Ripley: Put him DOWN NOW!

Hudson: I don't get it? It's only forms to get the proper licences. That's an over reaction, if I ever saw one.

Emerald: I'm sorry, but Jaune already enlisted with the Mobile Infantry. Thank you for your time.

Ripley: HE WHAT NOW?!? JAUNE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! YOUR MOTHER IS SO GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS YOUNG MAN!

Jaune: (in the distance) I'm sorry?

Hicks: United Federation, those blood suckers always looking for fresh meat for the grinder.

Hudson: Game Over, man. Game Over.

Ripley: (Whipping about to face the two marines) Get hold of Gorman. Tell him personal favour. Find a way to get Jaune out of the that enlistment!

(So I'm giving up on the Bolding of all the speakers. If this you find it is better with the bolding, DM or comment, and I'll edit this, and continue the practice in further posts. Hope you enjoyed.)

[alchemicaladarna]

Little tangent about my journey with the QSMP fandom <3

First, I'm going to preface this post by saying, I wouldn't have been interested in the server, been introduced to so many communities, languages, and cultures, if not for the eggs and the admins. So, I initially gained interest when I saw a lot of people posting about Tallulah and.... Misclick duo (lmao) so I decided to check out what everybody was talking about mid-April 2023.

I watched Philza's April 29 VOD- "last" day of the eggs. Absolutely loved Chayanne and Phil planting potatoes because of Phil telling stories about Techno. Cried like a baby after. So now I'm invested.

I downloaded Twitch the next day, in time for the Brazilians' arrival. My main pov continued to be Philza, so I was a Crow for quite a while, mostly into the summer. I started watching Cellbit when the mystery really started to ramp up by the end of May.

Then Bobby died and everyone's reactions made me sob for like, a week.

Summer was probably the most time I've had fun watching QSMP. I don't know why, but it was such a good era, despite the discourse about elections lmao. I began to gravitate more towards watching Foolish's pov and when Jaiden began streaming every day, I had her as my main pov as well. Shoutout to the doozers and Jaiden mains <33

Then, Tina and Bagi arrived and I began religiously watching them as well for, uh. Reasons 🏳️‍🌈 XD. Got invested in Bagi's lore and then everybody became really busy during October so Bad and Bagi were pretty much the only ones consistently on the server XD.

Then, and only then, did I hear little whispers about q!Badboyhalo's soul vultures and possible death? And I got really really interested then. And that's where the Ghostie era started lmao. Up to now, Bad is the only person I'd watch consistently and keep up to date on his lore because well, after the soul vultures arc and especially Sweet Despair, you can't really go back to anything else after that you know?

Of course, without the QSMP, I don't think I would've discovered/re-discovered so many wonderful streamers like Fit, Tubbo, Étoiles, Mouse, or Baghera to name a few.

The past few weeks have probably been the shittiest and most anxiety-ridden weeks for me ever. But, I don't want all the negativity and anxiety to overshadow what was, for me, THE most special and unique fandom experience I've ever had. The QSMP is such a special project, there's no doubt about that. I want that to continue.

So, if this post can offer any sort of positivity and relieve some of the dread we've all been feeling, to any person from any community, that would mean so much to me already.

Send love to and the utmost kindness and care to any and all ex admins, and continue to show your support for the current admins too please. It will take a long time for this to be resolved, and it's terrifying I know, but all we can do is support each other and wait.

Remember to always take care of yourselves and no matter what happens, it always rains before you can see a rainbow right? So, in other words, things will become worse before they can get better. Idk what will happen with the QSMP, but know that life becomes better eventually. No matter the outcome, you'll be ok. We'll all be ok. <333

Edit: oh my god I just realized qsmp 1st anniversary isn't tomorrow. Today is the 20th djrjtbrbebd

There's still 2 days but um everything else I said is still true XDDDD

[hazel-of-sodor]

Something Holy This Way Comes

Ch.15 The Last

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Screech awoke early Monday morning. It took a moment for her to get her bearings, still unused to sleeping again. The others were asleep, with the exception of Cassandra, who was staring out into the distance, her eyes focused on the distant lights of a Liner crossing the ocean. Screech could just make out the ship's funnels against the horizon.

"Tina." Cassandra said quietly. "Flagship of the Sodor Star Line."

"She is too large to dock at Uman," Screech observed. Other Sodor Star Line ships docked at Uman regularly, but even at the line of the horizon Screech could tell Tina was a giant beyond the harbour's normal visitors.

"Technically, although she can fit in the harbor...barely" Cassandra said, "she came a few times during the war as a troopship. I think once as a hospital ship as well."

Screech thought back to one of the photos Gywn had shown her of the harbor during the war.

"The lucky ship." Screech guessed.

Cassandra smirked, "R.M.S. Titanic," she confirmed, "formerly of the White Star Line. They sold her and her sisters to the Sodor Star Line right before they were forced to merge with Cunard."

"My old driver was obsessed with her," Screech rumbled quietly, "he loved all liners, but she was his favorite. He loved reading about her maiden voyage."

Cassandra stifled a laugh, "don't let her know that. She rather dislikes the memory."

Screech considered it and agreed, "I suppose almost being lost on your first run would not be a happy memory, even if you prevented it."

Cassandra looked thoughtfully out towards the liner, “Would you mind covering the others so I can whistle to her without waking them?”

“Of course.”

Caomhnóir’s whistle sounded out, echoing across the harbor toward the horizon. A few seconds later the liner’s reply rumbled over Uman. 

“You are concerned about her.”  Screech observed.

“Tina has been through far too much.” Cassandra said solemnly. “the liners are struggling to compete with the airliners. Brit is already being converted back into a hospital ship for relief efforts, and there's talk of Olympic being refit for cruising…which would leave Tina alone on her run.”

“Will she not be converted to cruising as well?”

“No, I don't think so,” she hesitated, looking at Screech, her eyes swirling gold, “what do you know of the Siren?”

Screech tried to remember what she had heard from the ships, “they are the ship's guardian spirit are they not?”

“For the Atlantic, yes. It's been passed down several times. The current Siren took up the mantle in 1915.”

“One of the ships lost during the war.”

“Not just any ship. When Tina reentered service after her maiden voyage, she finally met the ship she was built to rival. R.M.S Lusitania.”

‘oh,’ Screech thought.

“The two immediately were taken with each other. For three years they flirted across the Atlantic. Much to the exasperation of their companies and amusement of their siblings. When war broke out, Tina had been undergoing a minor overhaul at Harland and Wolffe, and was requisitioned for use as a troop ship. She was the nearest ship in range when Lusitiania’s distress call came in. 

She saw Lusitania slip beneath the waves, too far away to do anything but scream…”

‘But she got revenge?’ the whisper asked.

“Yes. The u-boat’s captain was overconfident. When he saw Titanic racing to Lusitania's aid, he decided to take her out as well, but she spotted him trying to line up his attack. She had been fitted with 6 inch guns on her bow for defense and her first shot punched straight through the hull, forcing it to surface. It tried to retreat, but was slowed by its damage, allowing HMS Juno to catch it while Tina rescued Lusitania’s survivors.”

Cassandra was quiet for a long moment, watching the liner’s lights on the horizon.

“I first met her a few months later in July when she delivered troops to Tidmouth. She was…the men at the time said two liners had died that day. She only came around in November that year. She was caught in a gale and a rogue wave nearly rolled her over…she almost gave up then. It was too much. But she couldn't bring herself to fail her crew and soldiers, and instead forced herself to roll back upright and called out to the Siren.”

“And Lusitania answered.”

Cassandra nodded, “she was the new Siren, and guided Tina through the storm. Tina swore on her kneel to the Siren, and she has been her faithful servant ever since…she will be the last liner.”

“Most ships seem to fear the Siren as much as they revere her.”

“She guides them to their fates, whether than be survival or destruction. She may guide you to a safe harbor…or dash you upon the rocks.”

Screech sat thinking for several minutes, Cassandra clearly content to watch the horizon as she considered. 

“It must be a difficult role to guide your kind to their fates.”

“It's why the role isn't permanent,” Cassandra explained, “ships eventually wear down from it. Lusitania has already outlasted her predecessor, and it's largely believed it's because she has Tina to help her.”

“She understands you.” Screech realized, “Tina is perhaps the closest you have to an equal. That's why you are so worried about her.”

Cassandra was quiet for a long moment. “I haven't aged since 28.” She finally said. “Or at least that's when I noticed it. I don't know if it's from channeling the Lady's light or being Caomhnóir…but the engines from the early days have started to notice.”

“You’re afraid you are immortal.”

“No one knows how long an engine can survive,” Cassandra said, looking anywhere but Screech, “Rocket is still alive after all…but all engines age.’

“You don't want to be the last.”

“There will come a day when the last fire is dropped…I don’t want it to be mine.”

Screech looked at Cassandra for a long moment, “If there ever comes a day when steam ends on the North Western, I will come and bring you here. Steam will not end here. I will not allow it.”

Cassandra laughed softly, “somehow I believe that. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.”

They then fell into companionable silence, watching the stars turn as the Liner's lights disappeared over the horizon.

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Tickling 404 (Decision Making)

YEAR OLD SEQUEL WOOOOOO

this is a sequel to this fic here!! I genuinely started this sequel in like january of 2022 and COMPLETELY forgot I'd started it until very recently, so I patched it up and added an ending and ended up with this!! I'm super glad I was finally able to get it done <3

huge huge huge shout-out to @mushiewrites as well for being there for pretty much the entire reworking of this fic and helping out with the spots and the flow and everything. this probably wouldn't be possible without him, so thank you so much mushie <3

lee!george, ler!dreamxd, 2.6k words

enjoy!!

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"Well, I think I deserve to try them out on you at some point too, don't you think? So I wouldn't test me either, Georgie."

DreamXD's words rang out into the cool air of George's bedroom, immediately followed by a silence so tense George swore he could hear a pin drop.

Not as fast as his heart slipped and crashed into his stomach, however.

"N-no, no I-I don't think you have to do that…" George said nervously, leaning back and placing his hands on the bed behind him to brace himself as he scooted away from XD.

"No?" XD replied, pushing himself to sit up so he was directly facing George, looking down at him. The tinted glow emitting from under their mask was still bright pink, but the smile that was peeking out from below the curved white edge turned sinister– all pointy teeth and sharp corners that George knew all too well. "And why's that?"

George's words caught in his throat at XD's sudden change in demeanor, unable to stop the nervous chuckle that made its way out from his throat. He pushed himself further back, further away from XD, and curled his knees up to his chest.

"Be- because, it's just- it's just unnecessary, right? Don't you think-" George cut himself off with a sharp gasp as his back hit the wall, realizing he had pushed himself as far back as he possibly could without breaking down and reorganizing his atoms in a different spot, but XD was still closing in on him. After a few more seconds, XD was close enough to kneel in front of George with his knees resting on either side of George's body, completely boxing him in and making it nearly impossible for him to escape.

And even if he could, XD would catch him in a millisecond, so quickly he wouldn't be able to think about his actions until it was already too late.

"I-I… XD–"

"Aww, what's wrong? Poor little baby George can't take what he dishes out?" George wasn't sure if it was just his nerves or if XD was doing it on purpose, but their voice seemed to have a much more sinister echo to it now– almost doubling in tone, one half smooth and soft and the other low and gravelly. It made George's heart practically jump into his mouth, and he pressed his lips together to hold in his giggles. "Don't look so helpless, Georgie. You weren't so nervous when you were preparing so torture me! What's changed?"

"XD, wait–"

"I don't wanna wait, where's the fun in that?" XD cut him off, reaching up with his lower set of hands to rest them on George's sides. George tensed immediately at the contact, grabbing at their wrists and trying to push them away.

"Ehex–"

"No no, we can't have any of that, now can we?" They mumbled, their voice dangerously close to George's ear with the way they leaned in, reaching their upper set of hands down to grab George's arms and hold them out in front of him, just out of the way enough that their tickles wouldn't be bothered. George pulled at his arms instinctively, shaking his head and squirming once he remembered the other set of hands were still on his sides.

George never realized how useful an extra set of arms could be for tickling, but he did not like how he was finding out.

"NO! Noho, XD, no, we– we can find another person for you to test this on! Like– like Karl! Or Sapnap, or Foolish, maybe even Tina! She- she just moved into Kinoko, that– that would be a nice welcoming gesture, wouldn't it?" George attempted to reason, pulling at his arms, but the grip on his wrists remained strong.

"But we have so much time to test out other people. Right now, I want to test it out on you." XD explained with a tilt of his head, letting his fingers tap against George's sides.

"But whyhy?"

"It's only fair!" And with that, XD let his fingers wiggle up and down George's sides, his masked face seeming to brighten as George burst into giggles and squirmed around like his life depended on it.

"Ehehex dehehee!" George said through squeaky laughter, feeling his face heat up a little. He pushed himself as far into the wall behind him as he could, squirming side to side in an attempt to dislodge XD's fingers, but only making it worse for himself as he simply pressed into them more. "XD plehehehease!"

"Wow, I can definitely see why people do this so much, this is so fun."

"Nohoho ihit's nohot!" George protested, shaking his head. He let out a squeal when XD's fingers shifted down towards his hips, flinching and pulling at his wrists as they poked right above his hip bones. "Dohon't!"

"Oh, that's a good spot, huh?" XD's tone was even more teasing now, voice still echoing around the room and making George blush even harder.

"Nohohoho!" George exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly before leaning it back against the wall.

"Oh! George, George, idea, I have an idea, okay?" XD said, voice full of excitement and enthusiasm, pausing to hold George's sides for a second when they got the idea. "Uh, here, which tickles more, this?" He returned to his earlier actions, using his middle fingers and thumbs to lightly squeeze just above George's hip bones. George's giggles started back up as he flinched again, his back arching at the repeated feeling. "Orrrrr… this?" XD transitioned as they slipped their hand up George's t-shirt.

"Wahahait nonono- NOHO!" George's laughter jumped up in volume as XD moved one hand to scribble at his tummy, fingers wiggling lightly against his bare skin.

"Which one?" XD's voice was strictly curious, no malicious or teasing lilt to it at all, but George still felt his face heat up as he thought about it.

"Ihi dohohon't knohow! I cahan't–" George was cut off by his own giggles as XD's hands moved to repeat both actions.

"Come onnnn, Georgie, tell me which one! Is it one?" XD's fingers went back to just squeezing George's hips, only giving him a few seconds to react before jumping to his tummy again. "Or two?"

"OKAY- okahahay! I-Ihihihit's all bahahad buhut– but I thihink ohone is worse,"

"Okay, good, good. How about… one," XD said with a chuckle, keeping up the poking and squeezing at his hip bones. "Or… two!" XD pushed his hands further up George's shirt, lightly scratching at his higher ribs near his underarms. George's laughter went higher in pitch, littered with squeaks, hiccups, and breathy giggles as he tried to pull his arms in to clamp down on the offending fingers. He dropped his head back in defeat when XD simply slid their fingers up George's arms from his wrists to his biceps, pulling them further out so his arms were resting on XD's shoulders. "Well? What's worse, hm?"

"TWOHOHO! Ihit's twoho, juhust stohohop swihitching like thahahat!" George giggled out, nose scrunching with his smile and fingers curling into fists as XD moved just a bit too close to his armpits.

"Alright, great! Okay, now, uh… this, or… this?" XD's fingers trailed down, pushing around George to lightly scratch at his back, swiping up and down his spine and wiggling on the back of his ribs. George let out a loud squeal, immediately arching his back away from the touch and hiding his face in the space between his arm and XD's shoulder.

"AHAHA NOHO! Thahahat one's wohohorse! Thahat ohohone ihis wahahay wohorse!"

"Yeah?" XD asked, tilting his head down so his echoed voice traveled directly into George's ear, which earned him another squeak as he tried to pull his shoulder up to his ear.

"YEHEHES, XD-hehe, plehehease stohohop ihihit!" George's arms curled around XD's neck to pull him closer as his fingers squeezed into fists again, his biceps still held by XD and high pitched giggles being muffled by where his face was hidden in the crook of XD's neck.

"Hey, c'mon now, come back. It's not as fun if you hide," XD said softly, and George could tell just from his tone that he was doing an overexaggerated fake pout to get George to oblige. XD trailed their hand down George's spine and out from under his shirt, then back up on top of the fabric until they reached the nape of George's neck.

"No!" George squealed, instinctively curling in on himself as much as possible, opening his mouth to protest but instead gasping and bursting into breathy, high pitched giggles as XD moved to the sides of his neck. "Stohohohop, yohohou– nahahaha!"

"C'mooooonnnn, let me see that smile, Georgie," XD teased even further, earning an embarrassed whine in response when he scratched his nails just underneath George's chin. This finally caused George to pull back from where he was hiding his face, head tilting up to try to escape the soft tickles that kept following wherever his head moved anyway. His face flushed bright red when XD chuckled at him, and his eyes squinted due to his wide smile as he stared up at XD. "There we go!"

"Thahahat's sohoho not fahahahair!" George tried to turn his head to the side and tilt his chin downwards, but XD simply used their pointer finger to pull his face back to look straight up at them. XD's hold on his biceps had fallen and George's arms pulled back immediately, fingers going to wrap loosely around XD's wrists as they cupped his face gently. The tickling had paused as they both smiled and laughed together, but the fluttering in George's tummy kept him giggling as if there were phantom fingers ghosting up and down his sides.

Or, more accurately, that was actually just XD's other set of hands. George had forgotten about those.

"Ihi cahaha– thihis ihis– this isn't fahair," George repeated, shaking his head as much as he could when XD still held his head in place, looking into where he assumed the god's eyes would be under their mask. "Ihihi let yohou hide!"

"Well, no one told you to do that, to be fair," XD countered. "It's more fun if I can see you. And it helps me learn more about the art of tickling! Don't you want me to learn, George?"

"Nohot anymohohore!" George protested, reaching out and flattening his hands against XD's chest to give them a few more moments to explore despite his words. XD couldn't help but laugh along with him, but they could sense that George was actually getting tired, and decided they should probably wrap up soon.

But not without a grand finale, of course.

XD slid their fingers up George's sides, still over his t-shirt now to allow George at least a small amount of protection. He wiggled his fingers all the way up, nails scratching at his sensitive ribs and sides, before slowing down just before his underarms to build up the anticipation. George caught on immediately, pulling his arms back suddenly and clamping them against his sides.

"Nohoho, nohot fair! Not fahahair!" George whined out once again, shaking his head and curling in on himself. XD simply resituated them, pushing himself a few inches closer to George and tightening his legs to force George's knees closer to his chest. George gasped at the sudden pressure, pushing back against the wall again and pushing his hands and knees forward against XD's chest to attempt to move the God away. His attempt proved to be worthless, and he looked no more threatening than a kitten stretching out its paws– it didn't help that the squeaky sound he made was frighteningly similar to one as well.

"We're almost done, George, just relax," XD pretended to soothe, but his voice was too smug for George not to realize he was being sarcastic. The point was driven home when XD's higher set of arms took hold of his elbows again, holding them slightly out to the sides so George couldn't clamp them down anymore.

"NOHO! Ehehex DeeDee! Whahahat the hehehehell!" George protested, pulling at his arms, but quickly the hands were wiggling further under his arms and he was lost to laughter once again. "Nohohoho, Gohohod, whyhy?"

"God? Wow, I appreciate you using my formal title," XD teased, making George scrunch up his nose and shake his head in disapproval.

"Yohohou're such ahan ihi-idiohohot!" George said through his giggles, no bite to his tone whatsoever, but XD still decided to take it and run.

"Oh, I'm an idiot, am I? Well, would an idiot know to do this after just a day of learning about tickling?"

"Nononono, NO–" George wss frantic as he felt XD's fingers slide around to his back again, letting out a sharp yelp when XD's pointer fingers suddenly drilled into the spot right in the middle of his ribs on either side of his spine. George arched forward immediately, practically throwing himself against XD's body and forcing his way into a hug. His arms wrapped around the God's shoulders, pulling them so close that the wind would've been knocked out of the had they been a mortal, and he shoved his face into the space between his own arm and XD's neck that he had been so rudely removed from earlier on. "NOHOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE, NOT THEHEHERE! Thahahat– thahat wahahahas the wo-OHORST OHOHONE!" George screamed, his back pushed so far forward that his knees were able to slip down XD's front and wind up with him in a kneeling position similar to XD himself.

"Wow, I didn't think you could be this ticklish!" XD wondered aloud, voice nonchalant, earning a choked out whimper and whine from George between his hysterical laughter.

"EHEHEX‐ PLEHEASE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, I CAHAHA–" His laughter was cut off by a loud, squeaky inhale, and judging by the squirming body in their arms and the smacking against their own back XD could tell it was time to call it quits.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. Humans really need to work on their stamina," XD explained with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, but he still rubbed his palms up and down George's back to help soothe him.

"Ihihi… never, ever, ehever… should have tahaught you thahat…" George sighed out under his breath, filling his lungs with deep inhales and slow exhales to get his chest back to normal.

"I think you loved it. I mean, you didn't really fight back once I had a handle on you."

"Shut– don't– oh my god, don't say it like that!" George whined even more, nuzzling his head in further to hide more and giggle into XD's shoulder.

"Fine. But we both know the truth."

"Shhhhh."

XD chuckled at that and removed his hands from George's back for barely a few seconds before George was whining at the lack of soothing touches, but his whines were soon calmed by XD playing a blanket around his shoulders and moving them to a more comfortable sitting position. He then let one hand return to George's back, and the other went up to play with his hair. They sat like that for a while, listening to the sounds of George's quick breathing and the fabric of XD's cloak shifting in the breeze from the open window.

"Now," XD began after George's breathing had calmed down significantly and his shoulders slumped into XD's chest. "Tell me more about trying this out on other people?" The God requested softly, still running his pointy nails through George's hair and scratching at his scalp, and pulling an additional tiny giggle out of the smaller mortal in his arms.

George was beginning to fear he'd created a monster.

He wouldn't say he regretted it, though.

[mdverse]

teehee you told me to drop by so i'm asking the most important question of them all.... of the main new directions who do they bias in bts and how much do they like bts 🤭

hi u are so real for this sorry this has taken me a while to get to!! been trying to organise my thoughts but i'm still not fully set on things. i guess ill do this from like. most to least likely to enjoy bts? (also i will say i have thoughts on the vb au squad specifically! i don't remember them in detail and they're probably similar to what i've written here but i def remember talking about it with mist)

tina: 100% most likely to be an army also def a once and a sone but that's not relelvant here! girlie has taste and i love that for her <3 she has jimin stan energy to me, i think she'd see the similarities between him and mike and she'd have a major soft spot for that

sugar: not technically one of the main new directions but i wanted to include her anyway bc i bet she loves bts. she has that vibe. she'd have all the merch and could very easily spend hundreds of dollars on concert tickets for herself and tina and anyone else who wanted to come. idk how she'd feel about the older eras but she'd def be a fan of the more poppy songs (maybe hyyh-onwards? def enjoys the LY/MOTS eras). probably a big vocal line fan, specifically jin and possibly jungkook as a bias wrecker

brittany: i think she'd enjoy bts a lot tbh! idk if she'd dive deep into fan theories or keep up with stuff like run bts but she'd def vibe with their music and i would kill to see her do the dance challenges or even full dance covers. i'd say she's hobi-biased but also just a big fan of 3J/sunshine line

blaine: i think he'd enjoy their more recent eras! mainly LY/MOTS-onwards i think? he has boy with luv/dynamite vibes. major jungkook stan in my head but i think he would really enjoy joon's lyrics/writing style

mike: def introduced to bts through tina dkfjgh but i think he'd get sucked in by the dance practices and the live performances even if the music itself isn't necessarily stuff he'd listen to! probably a 3J stan, if i had to pick one i'd very hesitantly say jimin

santana: idk if she'd listen to them regularly but. i do think she'd vibe a lot with agust d's albums? and i also think she'd find mono and indigo really soothing. epiphany would alter her brain chemistry and no one can tell me otherwise! i know for a fact that she would cry at that song. namgi fan

quinn: casual bts listener i think? def a joon stan tho i don't make the rules here!! i do also think she'd enjoy jin's voice a lot

artie: i feel like bts would be a guilty pleasure for him? idk if he'd be super invested but he would enjoy some of their music and he would def have an appreciation for the mvs! musically i'd say he enjoys tae the most but he def thinks jimin is ridiculously pretty

sam: hmmm sam is one i feel much less familiar with. mist said u guys have talked about blamtina being armys together and i can kinda see that? he does also kinda seem like he'd consider them a guilty pleasure to me tho. jin or jungkook stan energy

mercedes: secondhand fan through tina! idk if she'd listen to them on her own but if tina is around she doesn't mind listening to them. there's bound to be at least one song that hits hard for her but idk what it is rn. i think she'd appreciate tae's voice the most?

kurt: also introduced to them through tina! idk if i see him being much of a kpop fan but i do think he'd appreciate the aesthetics and the artistry of it all. i think he'd like jungkook bc he gets blaine vibes from kookie? alternatively there's sth about him that makes me think jimin stan

puck: bts doesn't really have much rock music so i guess puck wouldn't be super interested in most of it but i feel like there are probably a few songs he might enjoy just vibe-wise? maybe stuff like stigma, house of cards? i also inexplicably get a hip hop fan vibe from him despite that not being a thing in canon so i could potentially see him vibing with their earlier eras and stuff like the cyphers and being biased towards the rap line? but i'm not very set on that

finn: doesn't strike me as much of a kpop fan tbh but i think there are a couple of songs here and there he might like (fake love rocking mix!). idk if he'd actually ever remember any of their names tho kdfjgh he'd probably pick a different bias every time he's asked bc he never pays enough attention to recognise any of them

rachel: does not have kpop fan vibes to me at all but i find it hard to read her so i could be wrong there? idk i don't think she'd really listen to their music since she is so showtunes to me. that being said i think if she had to pick a fav it would be jungkook if only bc of the gold star/golden maknae association