#That guy's definitely got more pants splash

[choslut]

I saw another anon do this with another writer it's like fmk but different scenarios with other characters like...

going swimming in a lake way deep into the forest during the winter

big scary rollercoaster ride

watching a corny romance movie and trying not to laugh

characters are....

Yuki

Choso

n Sukuna‼️‼️

not gonna lie i had to read this a couple of times to get it but i finally switched my brain on and this feels like a life or death question

big scary rollercoaster ride : sukuna most definitely. i know choso would 100% cry or piss his pants, and i got other plans for yuki… but i would do the rollercoaster ride just to see how far his so-called ‘nonchalance’ goes. sukuna is the kinda guy to say “oh that’s not scary” and then come off with silent tears flooding his cheeks, still insisting it’s “not scary”. what a stupid brute i love him

watching a corny romance and trying not to laugh : choso. idk the words ‘corny’ and ‘choso’ are married in my mind, and you would probably spend more time trying not to laugh at his reactions than trying not to laugh at the movie. he doesn’t know that the movie is supposed to be an exaggeration, and when he keeps asking questions like “does this really happen?”, you say yes in the most serious tone and his look of disgust would probably have you stifling another bout of laughter.

going swimming in a lake way too deep into the forest in winter : yuki. butt naked, no exceptions. i just… i just feel like it would be so whimsical and magical and intimate and just wow, like she already is beautiful but seeing her swimming in a freezing lake like it’s her home just warms my heart in a way it can’t be warmed. it’s giving playing mermaid games or splashing each other with water, screams echoing throughout the trees… (and for female readers) i feel like this would be the perfect scene of sapphic love. i just love it so much

thank you so much for the question !! it feels nice to interact with an anon like this, and i definitely encourage more !!!

[zekedms]

Hey which of these guys that I frequently see at airports, stadiums, bars, concert halls, and grocery stores is worse?

Neither one of them washes their hands so don't worry about that as a criteria.

In case you haven't been in a men's room for a long time they are both absolutely real and extremely common. I'm sorry you had to learn this way.

[xob1tchs]

just thinking abt older miguel x younger reader (smut 17+)

age gap! dark concept!

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

you’re his best friend’s daughter, who he watched grow from an awkward teen to a young woman.

until puberty hit, and everything changed. no longer wanting to be around miguel or your father, prancing around like you’re better than that – than hanging out with family.

you grew up much faster than he’d hoped you would and sooner rather than later he’s loosing you to parties and dumb college boys (not like you were ever actually his) that he obviously thinks aren’t good enough.

no more wanting to spend Friday evenings snuggled on the couch, watching a scary movie. no more splashing around in his pool, shrieking out when he tosses you from the ladder. it all came to a stop.

you smiling at him or wishing him a good day coming to a halt, and he begins hearing your father complain of your behavior almost everyday. he’s getting sick of it, wishing you’d just be a good girl again. he tried to tell your father that you need punished, but he’s not having it – he swears it won’t do any good. that you’ve grown up too much.

miguel isn’t oblivious to what a young woman in college does. he was your age once, he knows. knows that your frame filled out, and that your legs grew longer, eyes got shiner, pouty lips got poutier. he just tries not to think too hard about how other men know that as well. and don’t get miguel wrong either – he feels like a creep for staring too long, looking where he shouldn’t. you look up to him.

or atleast you did.

but he’s also not an idiot, and he knows that when he’s not looking at you – you’re looking at him. chewing your lip, thinking things you probably shouldn’t, because that would just be wrong. it would be so so wrong.

it’s miguel who knows that it will do good. a simple plan really, to catch you alone, corner you and scare you into being a better daughter. miguel knows he’s a scary guy, that not even you can see past.

a late evening, one where your father is working late, and you don’t have to study. miguel is going to do it then, slipping in through the front door quietly, padding up the stairs to your bedroom.

that’s when he sees you doing something you definitely shouldn’t be.

your bedroom door is cracked, because you think you’re alone, and it’s just enough for him to see you – pillow lodged between your thighs, face screwed tight in pleasure, hips jumping and squirming. Your shirt is longer than it should be, but it’s caught on the curve of your bare ass, revealing it to his wide eyes.

He knows he should just silently retreat, go home and try to pretend like this hasn’t happened, he really does know it. but he stays put.

in a trance, length growing hard in his boxers with every stupid little incoherent plead you let out, squeaking and whining. you’re begging into the air, please wanna cum, please please. frail frame shaking and twitching. he just can’t seem to stop watching, drool pooling at the back of his throat, swallowing thickly.

you gasp out, thighs clamping tighter around the pillow, clearly approaching an orgasm, but you force yourself to stop, chewing your bottom lip. miguel thinks for a moment that maybe you can see him somehow, but that thought diminishes when you toss the pillow to the floor, falling forward, pressing your face into the mattress, legs spread wide, ass high in the air.

he can’t breathe when he sees it – your soaking pussy, screaming for him, creamy and puffy as if you’ve been at for hours.

you slip two fingers in your hole, moaning out, toes curling. the noises you make when you start thrusting your small fingers in and out, gushy and obscenely loud, make him hot. sweat building at his hairline, cock twitching in his pants.

and as if it can’t get any worse, you say it. what he’d been imagining you do.

“miguel please, need it so bad mi vida” you croon, muffled by the bed sheets, but clear as day in his ears.

“hmmm what does my sweet girl need” he coos, clicking his toungue, sucking a breath between his teeth to suffice the nerves building in his stomach.

you pause, face twisting around to see him as he trudges into your room, glowering down at you with shame. your pussy clenches around your fingers, wetness seeping out around the knuckle, and you whine.

your fingers spread your folds, letting him see your greedy hole as his hands come to spread your cheeks, shuddering at the sight up close.

“want you to fuck me, want it so so bad”

he hums, fingers ghosting over your slit, flicking your clit “since you’re begging so sweetly” he smirks.

you behave better the next day.

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚. severely unedited! pt.2 here

[scottiexmariee]

Pants

Pairing: Rafayel x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Suggestive content

Masterlist

Prompt: “Explain why a character is not wearing pants in a situation where they definitely should be,”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You are not depantsing me in the middle of the hallway,”

Note: I discovered this prompt while searching for inspiration and immediately thought of a Rafayel scenario. I laughed so hard writing this. I hope you guys enjoy!

The last few days had been…interesting, to put it mildly. 

Rafayel was, yet again, MIA in a likely attempt to dodge the launch party for his new exhibit. This wasn't a new thing. You were more likely to see a ghost than to see Rafayel at his own gatherings. It would take more than begging and pleading to get him to make even a brief appearance, and if he did show he would definitely just be complaining the whole time. 

Thomas, who was beyond done with Rafayel’s antics, had cornered you after work recently and all but got on his knees and begged you to intervene. 

“You’re the only one he’ll listen to,” He pleaded, his voice thick with exasperation and distress. “He has to at least make an appearance at this one. The President of a huge art museum overseas is flying over for this. This one is important, (y/n). Please talk to him!” 

Truthfully, you’d rather pull your own teeth out, one at a time, than try to convince Rafayel to do something he didn’t want to do. He was way too dramatic, and he had a nasty habit of being a bratty little fish boy when he was cornered. However, seeing Thomas so desperate stirred enough guilt in your stomach to have you reluctantly agreeing to try, despite the gut feeling that it wouldn’t go well. 

And it didn’t. 

You’d gone to his studio, only to find the door locked. When you retrieved your key ring, you were surprised—and infuriated—to find out that your personal studio key was missing. 

That little urchin stole your key back so you wouldn’t come find him. 

With a very long sigh, you trudged around to the first window you could find. If he thought simply locking the door would deter you, he severely underestimated you. 

Of course, the window was unlocked. He obviously hadn’t thought that far ahead. You climbed in, trying to swallow the burning irritation in your throat as you scanned the studio. At first glance, it appeared to be vacant. 

Your footsteps echoed off the high ceilings as you entered the room further. There was the usual disarray—paintbrushes scattered around, splashes of paint here and there, canvases strewn about—but no sign of Rafayel. 

A pink sheet of paper taped to his bedroom door caught your eye as you continued to sweep the area for him. You approached, only to find the most infuriating note you’d ever seen taped there. 

In Rafayel’s handwriting, three simple words were written boldly on the page, followed by several exclamation points: “NO (Y/N)S ALLOWED!!!!!!”

“You have got to be kidding me,” You grumbled, ignoring the childish note and pushing the door open. “RAFAYEL!! Stop hiding!!” 

Silence. 

You shut your eyes and took a steadying breath, trying to cool your rapidly accelerating frustration. 

If this man was flawless in anything, it would definitely be ‘getting on (y/n)’s nerves.’ 

“You’re going to give Thomas stress wrinkles!” You called, taking another slow step into the bedroom. You strained, trying to listen harder for any faint trace of sound, but there was still nothing. 

This was getting old. Fast. 

Just as you were about to leave to search a different area of the studio, the closet door caught your eye. It was typically left open, but it just so happened to be shut. 

Got you, you little shit. 

You crept up to the door, careful not to accidentally step on or kick anything in your path, simultaneously listening for any stirring or shuffling from the closet. The moment your fingers wrapped around the handle, you yanked the door open, eyes immediately landing on a startled Rafayel. 

“Seriously!?” 

He blinked up at you from his spot on the closet floor, his shock quickly morphing into brattiness. 

“There was a sign,” He said, his tone dripping with sass and irritation as he gestured toward the note he’d left on the bedroom door. 

“What are you, four?” You retorted, wrapping a hand around his arm and attempting to pull him up. “Handwritten notes aren’t laws,” 

He allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, but let out an indignant huff. “They can be,” He argued, pulling his arm away from you and crossing them in front of his chest. “I could call the police, you know. First, you’re trespassing,  and now you’re harassing me,” 

You pinched the bridge of your nose in irritation. 

“Rafayel,” You ground out, forcing yourself to stay calm, “What will it take to get you to go to the launch party?” 

He studied you for a split second before turning his head away. “Nothing, because I’m not going. Nuh-uh. Nope.” 

Your palm met your forehead with an audible slap. 

You were about to strangle him. 

“If you think I won’t drag you there unconscious, you’re wrong,” You warned, placing your hands on your hips. “You’re stressing Thomas out, and now you’re stressing me out. This one is really important, Rafayel. I will owe you one favor, no denials, if you go.” 

He turned his head just enough to cast a lethal side-eye in your general direction. This idiot was pouting. 

You mimicked his posture, folding your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow at him. “Well?” 

He turned to fully face you. “Two favors,” He said, extending a hand for you to shake on the deal. 

You bit back a sigh and grabbed his hand, sealing the deal. While it did put you in debt, you had succeeded in getting him to go. Thomas, for once, would get to rest easy tonight. 

Rafayel, with a satisfied smirk, released your hand. 

“Favor number one, Miss Bodyguard, you’re coming with me,” 

As it turned out, the two of you would have been better off if neither of you had attended. 

It started off smoothly. Thomas had been tremendously grateful, nearly collapsing with relief when you showed up with Rafayel in tow. Rafayel mingled for roughly a half hour, and then essentially glued himself to your side when he decided he was done socializing. He’d nod his head in acknowledgment when someone spoke to him, but complain under his breath the second they were out of earshot. 

“Can we leave now? I’m tired.” 

“(Y/N), run away with me. This is awful,” 

“If I wanted to interact with people this much I would have been a cashier,” 

You eventually managed to find a table with some wine on it, and you happily indulged. Rafayel followed suit, retrieving a glass from the table and catching your arm with his free hand. 

“Good idea. Let’s go take a breather,” 

He lead you away from the crowds and the stragglers, all the way to a secluded (and nearly hidden) spot in the back of the building. 

That was when things started to go a little less smoothly. 

Instead of stopping to “take a breather,” Rafayel continued walking….right for the emergency exit. 

“Absolutely not,” You grumbled, digging your heels in and refusing to move any further. Rafayel looked back at you, confusion on his features. 

“I made my appearance,” He began, gesturing toward the door. “I never said my breather was temporary, or inside this building,” 

He turned again, hand still firmly clasped around your arm. 

Without thinking, you yanked your arm back in protest, effectively pulling an unsuspecting Rafayel back toward you. 

To your absolute horror, you heard the unmistakable sloshing of liquid in a glass—the wine in his other hand—and you realized, way too late, that you’d made a mistake. 

Rafayel froze, immediately glancing down at what used to be a completely white outfit. He turned, slowly, and stared at you in disbelief. 

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. 

You had no idea how expensive that outfit was, but Rafayel wasn’t one to buy cheap clothing. You began to sputter, staring at the ridiculously huge red stain on his pants. 

“I—oh my god. I am so sorry. I can fix this,” 

Rafayel’s brain finally started working again, and his mouth started running. 

“Fix this?! Who are you, Mr. Clean?!” 

“Oh, I’m definitely leaving now,” 

“I knew I should have skipped town,” 

You began to panic. 

You dropped to your knees in front of him, desperately rubbing your sleeve over the stain. It did absolutely nothing. 

“Just…hold on,” You pleaded. 

“For future reference, you pat dry, not rub, you menace,” Rafayel sneered. “And that isn’t working. Let’s just get out of here—“ 

“Wait! A sink!” You called, eyes landing on sign for the bathrooms down the hall. “Rafayel, take these off,”

His eyes nearly popped out of his head. 

“What?!” 

Your fingers found the button of his pants, unfastening it before he could protest. 

“Most people would consider taking me out to dinner first,” He complained, staring at you incredulously.

“Shut up,” You snapped, tugging down his waistband. Thank god he wasn’t commando. When Rafayel realized you were serious, he caught one of your wrists, his eyes wide with panic. 

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You are not depantsing me in the middle of the hallway,” His other hand fumbled with his waistband, battling to pull his pants back up against your resistance. 

“Stop it! I said I can fix this! I can get this stain out if I do it now!” You cried out, swatting his hand away and fighting for control of his pants. 

“The one time you actually want me out of my pants, and it’s because of a stain?” He placed his hand on your head, desperately trying to push you away from his legs. 

You ignored his comment and the warmth of a blush creeping into your cheeks, the hand on your head doing nothing to deter you from your mission. Just as you thought you were making progress, a voice rang out from around the corner. 

“Rafayel? (Y/N)? Are you guys back here? It’s almost time for—“ 

Thomas rounded the corner, immediately stopping dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. His mouth hung open, caught on the sentence he didn’t get to finish. His eyes flitted between you and Rafayel, and it was only then that you realized how horrible this actually looked. 

Rafayel, completely frozen, hand on your head, his pants halfway down his thighs. 

You, staring at Thomas like a deer caught in headlights, on your knees in front of Rafayel, quite literally halfway through the process of pulling his pants down. 

“This is why we should have just left!” Rafayel hissed. 

“This….looks way worse than it is,” You explained, rising from your knees and holding your hands up in a placating gesture. 

Thomas, bless his heart, looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown as he experienced several different emotions. 

Shock. Confusion. Disbelief. Exasperation. 

“I spilled wine on him!” You squeaked, wildly gesturing at Rafayel’s pants as he pulled them up. Thomas seemed to untense slightly as his eyes landed on the huge wine stain. “I was trying to fix it, but he was trying to leave. I swear,” 

“Yeah, so she manhandled me and tried to rip my pants off in the hallway,” Rafayel added bitterly. You shot him a glare. 

Thomas was silent for a long moment. After what seemed like several minutes, but was likely just a few seconds, he rubbed his forehead and sighed. 

“I have an extra pair of pants in the car,” He said, turning on his heel. “Stay.”

Thanks to Thomas, the situation was quickly rectified before anyone else saw something they shouldn’t have. 

Rafayel reluctantly stayed a bit longer, although the two of you were unable to look each other in the eye for the remainder of your visit. 

When the two of you were finally granted permission to leave by Thomas, you wasted no time. 

You climbed into Rafayel’s passenger seat, eyes fixed on the dashboard ahead of you. 

He started the car wordlessly, but you could feel him sending an occasional glance your way. 

After several minutes of silent driving, he finally spoke. 

“(Y/N),” 

You turned your head to look at him. “Yeah?”

Though his expression was neutral, you could see amusement twinkling in his eyes. 

“Next time you try to rip my pants off, can you make sure we aren’t in public?”

I truly hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

[choccyhearts]

(18+!!)

this warm weather's really getting to my head...

so just imagine, it's a nice warm day, bordering on hot

and so you decide to wear short shorts that hug each curve and lump perfectly, and a cute crop top that frames your boobs nicely

and you meet the gang for a little picnic get together, which includes eddie and steve in attendance

and while you're having fun and enjoying the tasty dishes your friends have made, poooor eddie and steve can't stop admiring your body

the way your boobs bounce and jiggle each time you laugh at one of robin's quips, the way your butt presses against your heels as you sit up in excitement as nancy tells you about a groundbreaking story she's working on, the way your lips wrap around the straw of your lemonade, the sinful way you lick your fingers after eating a piece of fresh, juicy fruit

they're both going insane

they give each other a look that, although they've never shared it before, they both understand what the other means

what the other needs

they excuse themselves to go to the bathroom, nobody paying any attention as you've proposed a game of badminton

despite the disgusting nature of a park bathroom, neither man really care to notice as they each race into a stall

the sound of zippers unzipping and the jingling of belts and buttons echoes in the empty room

in unison, they pull down their pants and underwear, eddie hissing at the cold air now touching his most private area and steve groaning at the glorious feeling of freedom

they both grasp their dicks and begin stroking, each of them softly whining and humming every once in a while

if one were to walk by, they'd mistake it for singing

steve opens his hand with his dick sitting in the middle of his palm and spits

eddie strokes his precum all down his length

"ohhhhh, jesus christ", eddie breathes

"i know...holy shit", steve replies

"wanna know somethin?" steve grunts in response "this isn't the first time i've done something like this over her"

"ohhhh, i definitely have before", steve chuckles

both of them speed up their movements, private exclamations of curse words and your name leave their lips

"fuck...im so fucking close....how the hell does she have this much power?"

"mmmm, i have no idea...but if this what she does without knowing...ffuuck...imagine what she's like trying to get us off intentionally", steve whispers

eddie chuckles, imagining you in the stall with him, showing him anything he needs to make him cum

steve imagines your hand in place of his as he holds you up against him so you don't have to touch the disgusting floor or stall

in sync, they both prop their arms against a stall wall, heaving with clenched shut eyes

"oh christ, im bout to-"

"oh im right there too"

they both moan as they feel their climaxes

eddie can't open his eyes, too far gone in bliss. his tongue sticks out a bit as he milks his cock for all that it's worth, hearing his seed spill into the toilet water below with little splashes. he feels his balls sway with each tug he gives and he can only dream of how they'd feel slamming against your ass

steve tosses his head back, mouth open. he can't be bothered checking if his aim is right because he could care less about painting the toilet prettily. he'd rather be painting you with his cum. he fucks his hand with his dick, imagining his hips bouncing against yours as he buries himself as deep as he can go inside you

both men give a few shakes of their dicks before flushing the toilets (although steve attempts to wipe his cum off of the seat with the cheap toilet paper before giving up)

they redress themselves and exit their stalls, avoiding eye contact with one another when they wash their hands

as they walk back over to their friends, you turn and wave at them

"geez, what took you so long? i thought one of you might've fallen in", you giggle

"ugh, it was the cheese we got, wasn't it?", robin groans. "ya know, for a guy who's lived a more luxurious life than the rest of us, it's embarrassing you can't handle fancy cheese, dingus..."

nancy rolls her eyes as she sets up to serve the shuttlecock again

you turn away from the guys, completely unaware it was you who had done them in...

[clairosrealwife]

hello, Iowa anon (masters program) again here. Connor’s family is not really well liked by a lot of people. The youngest of the boys killed someone, vehicle accident I believe and that bs got swept under the rug; didn’t go to jail either which is utter bs if you ask me. Fran (the dad and bball coach) also sucks at his job. Connor’s probably the worst of the sons at basketball 😂.

that picture of Kate and Claire after that lost to LSU? We weren’t planning on going to the place, but luckily we did, because a few of us got whiplash from that pic being taken to later seeing Claire in that outfit sans pants, splashing in a hot tub with her girl friends and some guys. 🫠 I guess if that’s how you wanna get Kate’s attention, it worked 😂😂😂😂. My best friend is the most femme lesbian I know and she clocked Claire as being straight and is side eyeing this whole development with a popcorn bag in her hands. I don’t believe Kate has a type either because when her and the ex were broken up, she was talking to some not blonde femme women, and also the softball team so 😅. I will also say, that Iowa wbb are well trained with the media, but boy, can Kate cuss like a sailor, you’d think she’s in the freaking Navy. She definitely has a temper (a bit of a short fuse, but more controlled than Caitlin). They always travel in groups, too. Kate and Caitlin were definitely the pack leaders. When the dickhead boyfriend is in town, people would usually find Kate hanging out with Jada and Gabbie. Kate and CC were pretty much inseparable while they were here, and there’s been some behaviors I’ve seen with friends but most heard between these two 👀, but I guess, college right? 😂😂😂😂 We really don’t like the boyfriend, he’s such an entitled prick.

I DIDNT KNOW HIS BROTHER KILLED SOMEONE HELLO? that’s acc insane dude no way

i mean time will tell i guess🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

assuming everything you’re saying is true, this really just goes to show how ppl shouldn’t be basing things off just social media itself. social media really is just a sliver of their lives so for a lot of you to be going around acting like you know these people personally…

nothing i didn’t expect from a man who’s nearly balding at the ripe age of 25🌝🌝

[trollsedits]

Hello, Can you please write your headcanon for whatever trolls you picked?

Like your own opinion about them...

Of course I will, I decided to do Both poppy and viva since I love their sister duo 😭🫶🏻

Poppy 🩷:

-She’s definitely a huge swifties she would drag branch to go to every single one of Taylor Swift concert (or the troll version of her)

-she’s clingy especially when around branch

-definitely hates it when her dad keeps secrets from her especially about her long lost sister Viva

-she is a supportive friend she will support you no matter what

-she’s the troll that everyone wants to go to for comfort or just need to vent

-Her favorite brozone member is Clay

-she would easily forgive anyone especially creek who literally sold them out to chef

-she’s very talkative you can’t make her shut up

-Is a major fan of Rave and party she will throw the biggest party/Rave with the help of the techno trolls

-she will remember every trolls,bergan birthday/anniversary so do expect her to

show up at your door with gifts and stuff

-she rarely gets mad is hard to see her mad

-when she dose get angry she would angry scrapbook til the scrapbook is in flames she almost set her pod on fire one time b/c she was so angry branch and her father would make the whole troll village splash water on their pod and her father banned her from scrapbooking when she’s angry

-she also listed to Harry styles aswell

-she owns all of brozone albums

-she once called branch older brother John Dory the old one during the Royal wedding it was funny even branch wasn’t mad at her for saying that

-She has tons of baby pictures of branch she even ask John Dory for more pictures of baby branch she made a scrapbook of baby branch

-She’s wears the pants in the relationship (Base on a fan art I saw)

-she would be the one to make a move on branch like proposing etc.

-she owns every Taylor swift album and one Harry style album

-She gave barb a swiftie friendship bracelets after the rock apocalypse

-she basically gave every trolls a swiftie friendship bracelets either with their name/songs from Taylor swift or just something that describes them

-she also gave one to brozone too each one of them having words that describe them John Dory was the most offended by it branch threatened to beat his square *** up if he dare take it off

John Dory: The Old one

Bruce: Daddy BRUCE (okay don’t look at it the wrong way guys cause he’s a dad now 😭)

Clay: serious boy

Floyd: the sensitive one

Branch: Lover or bitty B 💙

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Viva 💛:

-Still dose not know why her sister is friends with a Bergens

-Still dose not trust Bergens

-Definitely has abandonment issues

-she still mad at her father after 20 years for not telling poppy about her

-she loves milkshake so much that she once drank so many and got hyper clay had to banned it from her for a while til she can control herself

-She’s definitely listen to Lana Del Rey she cried to so many of her song cuz it reminds her of her father and poppy

-Her favorite lana del Rey album is the Lust for life and honeymoon album

-she is protective of poppy won’t let anyone near her not even Bridget and sometimes branch

-Viva likes to make candy necklaces with any new friends she meets

-Viva is that type of girl to kick down anyone door without knocking so believe it or not she has seen some stuff she once kick down clay door and caught him….

-knowing that viva will kick down anyone door down they all got hard metal door to keep viva from kicking in

-She gets angry quickly when she dose clay is afraid of her clay would often try to avoid things that trigger her

-she and clay are business partners

-she’s super duper chaotic

-she’s braided everyone hairs

-she’s a tight hugger she once gave clay a hug so tight taht it almost broke his poor ribs

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Anyways, thanks again for the request Anyways if you want to request me just click under my profile “Ask me anything” I’m currently slowly running out of content so do request if you have any also just to let you all know that I’m working on another brozone headcanon so it will take a while…

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[differenteagletragedy]

I need more adult mc x Cliff in my life, like what about after learning about the fruit bouquet mc decides to surprise Cliff with one and just doing other lovey dovey stuff to fluster Cliff. This man needs and deserves more love!

I am here always for Cliff and his very own MC!

-- You are gonna hear about the fruit bouquet, because you are gonna hear about everything.

-- If you don't actively think being a good parent is an attractive quality in a partner then what are you even doing with Cliff

-- You are seriously going to have to woo the pants off this man. Put in the effort, it's going to be a lot in the beginning, but once you get to it you are going to have a magical magical man to love and cherish forever.

-- Just take one of his sweet silly stories about Cove, like the fruit bouquet, and give him a surprise! Bring him one at work and watch him melt into a puddle. Blushing, trying to play it cool but actually visibly falling in love.

-- Take him back to the redwood forest, he loved it there. Make sure a bird doesn't steal his lunch, and if it does, then share yours.

-- We always talk about Cove and the beach, you know he got that from his dad. Cliff is going to want to hit up the beach with you so much, because that's one of his happy places and he wants to share that with you. Do you know how to surf? If not, let him teach you! If so, surf together! If you're not interested, just splash around with him a little bit, he'll be so happy with whatever.

-- He loooooves cooking for you, so let him do this whenever possible. He can make a lunch for you to take to the beach!

-- Sunset walks on the beach, he is an angel.

-- Oh oh oh, you tell him you want to take him out for dinner, he shows up looking so fancy like at the anniversary party! And yeah, he's overdressed, but he's just used to wearing his little shark shirts or whatever, he wants to look so nice for you. Protect this man at all costs.

-- One day you're talking on the phone, you tell him something about how you miss him, he's smiling his head off but tells you that he can't see you tonight. You tell him you know, it's Cove's birthday, and just the fact that you remembered is unbelievably touching.

-- It's so funny because he used to be a bad boy, like a legitimate bad boy, not a Baxter bad boy, but he's actually the softest man in the universe. He used to hustle with cards and now he's trying not to cry when you ask him how his son is doing.

-- He's a guy that keeps to himself mostly. I feel like he doesn't want to presume he's important in anyone's life, like he doesn't want to impose. And he's actually pretty fine with this, with being alone, because he's got Cove and that's all he needs. But when he meets you and you make it clear that you are interested, and you stick around through the long adjustment period because you like him that much? It's just so nice to have that kind of attention again.

-- He does have that whole thing where he just wants so desperately to do good that he ends up doing something bad. By the time you start dating him, this has blown up in his face enough that he's learned to fight that urge, but this means that he's very very cautious. Give him encouragement. I promise he's going to blossom, but it's going to take him a little bit.

-- I haven't thought about it or anything, but WHAT IF Cliff's MC is also a single parent who also moved to the area for a fresh start? Their kid/kids are a bit younger than Cove, but Cliff definitely doesn't have a problem developing a relationship for a parent. So Stepdad Cliff. That's it, that's what we were getting at. Stepdad Cliff, Stepbrother Cove, it's this whole thing and it's really sweet.

[heartonxions]

plsplspls tell me about your thai shadow gear brain worms some more i wuv dem

UWAA... i will try my bestest .hehe. im so glad you like my thai sg brain worms...

Songkran-isms bc it makes sense

droy uses full buckets of water and it's fucking terrifying because he can absolutely lift all that and knock a bitch (jet) out if he so pleases

also has water backpack he carries around

jet dual wields water guns and likes chasing the tuk-tuks and busses and spray water in them

jet breakdances on the wet road and it really fucking hurts but also its so fun

jet loses his flip flops every year

levy doesn't really care what she uses but one year she did use an empty weed sprayer and still has phantom arm soreness

she pranks the boys by catching them with their guard down and dropping water in their pants

they do love driving around and do a splash drive buy, but they like walking the most

levy also does the most talcum powder applying tbh tbh

they get juvia in it <3 because obv

consider water rave festival au

lily.... stays at home.. jk he has perfect vantage point from above

gajeel thought he could be intimidating but there is no mercy...

Everything Else:

droy can do mean thai yell (you usually hear it during celebrations and the such, i can't explain it because I don't know the actual word for it but in this song the very first cry is what im talking about)

i don't even know if i can do a favorite dish they all like becuase i think they would like all of it lol... spice tolerance from most to least is droy, levy, jet

jet is a SLUT for thai ice cream sandwiches .. they're not like the american ice cream sandwiches btw, it's like ice cream in an actual bun with white bread or something

levy loves loves fish sauce and fruit. that boy loves tart shit ok guys. she gets like the underripe fruits and just eats that with salt, sugar, and pepper like it's nothign (she got gajeel hooked on it)

droy likes agar jellies and coconut rice .. heart..

jet has hella beef with this one thai auntie neighbor but no one can tell if it's genuine or like a secretly agreed on beef

khon masked dancer jet.

nang mai/rukkhadeva (ghost inhabiting a large tree) droy heh.. heh...

ive definitely said this but droy is a great luk thung (thai country) singer,

Songs Because I Can't Help It I LOVE MUSIC

droy and levy vibes tbh (tis also one of the iconic thai new years songs teehee)

jet new years song

jet and levy campy gay hostility

this isn't even major sg to me imi just in awe with how much i hate this song but also keep listneing to (if it sounds like a song talking about twerking, it is. and it's so . .. . /confused)

majorrrrr silly jet vibes (the song is about a scam caller getting pranked or something)

this song is like how i think jet and droy would "flirt" with levy in the way that it is a BIT and they are teasing gajeel, and its just silly (the song is silly and is basically hey girl have you eaten yet!!!!!)

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Day Two - Bet

Barry was eleven years old when he first met Lup. He and his moma moved from the great empty plains of Georgia into the bustling city of San Diego in California. It was a pretty drastic change, but Mama’s sister lived out here for them to stay with, so Barry was trying not to make a huge fuss about it.

Still, it was weird here. Living in the city was far too loud. Barry didn’t know how anyone could sleep with all the noise. Even at night, there were car horns and bright lights and just- too much, sometimes. Way, way too much. He couldn’t hear the crickets over all the noise. He wasn’t sure California had crickets.

And the kids here were different. Back home, they’d get into scuffles a lot, but they’d always make up after each other. Barry had known the kids there his whole life. Their school was small enough that he knew every face, and everyone knew him. Here, there was more than one classroom per grade. He had already been dreading middle school, but he felt like he could Barry breathe in the hallways with so many people around.

But Mama— or, now just “Mom”, because someone overheard that he still called her Mama and started picking on him- knew what she was doing. She worked a lot more now. Barry supposed that came with the new territory. He was trying to get used to it.

But it was very, very hard.

She was never late picking him up from school on purpose. Sometimes she just ran a little behind. And his aunt and uncle were gone this week for a holiday, so they couldn’t come pick him up. He was trying to learn his way home, but every street corner looked the same here. Barry didn’t remember which towering building their apartment was in, let alone which of the endless streets it was on.

And it was raining.

The line for student pickup was slowly winding down. Barry kept his umbrella over his head, his eyes trained on the parking lot. She should be here soon. Unless she got hurt somehow? Or got fired and she was too sad to pick him up? Or something absolutely terrible had happened—

“Hey!” said a voice above him.

Barry jerked back, nearly falling off the bench. Standing there was someone he just vaguely recognized— from orchestra, maybe? From orchestra, definitely. She was carrying a violin case, which she set on the bench next to him. The bottom half of her pants was covered with mud.

“Uhm,” Barry said. “Hi.”

“Bet I can make a bigger splash in that mud puddle than you,” she said, pointing to a puddle further away from the school doors.

“Uhm,” Barry said again. “Prob— probably?”

“That is not the response I wanted,” mud girl said, somewhat critically. “But I’ll take it. C’mon, I’m gonna prove you right.”

Lup was… wow. Lup was. And from that moment forward, she Was with him included. She didn’t fix all his problems- he had too many of those. But over time, the harsh words from the other kids meant less and the sound of Lup’s laugh meant more. Life wasn’t better, but it was something. She was something.

Barry wouldn’t say that Lup was perfect by any means, but she made it a lot easier on him. Any time he’d get an “anxious face” (which he didn’t know what the fuck looked like, but Lup said it was very obvious), she’d nudge him and say-

“I bet I can talk to our waiter more than you can.”

“I bet I can get dressed faster than you.”

“I bet I can do the solo better than you.”

And Barry’s responses began to build from blubbering excuses into laughter into,

“Yeah? I bet you can’t.”

Barry— man, Barry will admit it, he was not a smart guy. Sure, his grades were good and he got into a good college but, it was sometimes hard to see what was right in front of him. It took several people to make him realize that his affection towards Lup might kinda be crush behavior. And it took over a decade to realize that, oh! Duh! She liked him back.

“Hey,” Barry said, nudging her. They were sitting in the back of their friend Magnus’s shitty pickup truck, deep into the country. There were crickets chirping around them. Barry always thought it was wild how you couldn’t see the stars in the city. Lup said she didn’t get the big deal of it all until the first time Barry brought her out here. The expression on her face when she first truly saw the sky was one he’d never forget.

“Hm?”

“Bet I can propose better than you can,” Barry said. Lup raised her eyebrows, her mouth quirking up into a smile.

“Oh?” she said. “Is that a challenge, babe?”

“Maybe,” Barry said. “If you want it to be.”

“You are going down,” Lup said, winding her arms around his shoulders. “I am gonna propose to you so hard.”

“I look forward to it,” Barry said, leaning in to kiss her. 

[jammie3132]

Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Chapter Title: Back to November Chapter Summary: Blaine has no idea what’s going on and everyone keeps telling him it would be better if his memories returned organically. What happens if he never remembers? What happens if he does remember, but not what people want to hear? Chapter Note: I'm not making any more notes about chapters. This is taking a big turn. Think of the previous 6 chapters as set-up. And since this is like a separate fic, I eliminated my "only MCU canon before Endgame" rule. I will not tag which show/movie but still...spoilers. Warnings: Deaths (not by Snap) of canon Glee characters are hinted at but not confirmed 

REPOST 2/20/24: I accidently posted the rough draft 🤬

Hello, Blaine. My name is Sebastian. It’s nice to meet you.

He stared at the beautiful man…Sebastian. Something about him felt so familiar. It made him feel safe. “The little girl called me Daddy.”

“Yeah, I wish that didn’t happen.”

“Why?”

Sebastian chuckled and leaned into the door frame. He seemed to drop his guard (slightly) so he did the same. “I’m going to go make sure the kids’ lessons are ready.”

“I thought you said they were going to Kindergarten?”

“That’s what we call it…no, sorry. We were told, at least in the beginning, to let you try to regain your memories slowly, naturally.”

“Regain my memories?” Yes, he'd realized he had almost no memories from before he awoke, but how did Sebastian and whoever gave him that bullshit advice know he didn't?

“Tea or coffee?”

“Tea or coffee?” Was this a test? What if he said the wrong thing? Would it mean he’d have to wait even longer for someone to tell him what the fuck was going on? “Uh…I feel like I should say coffee, but I’d really like a cup of tea, Earl Grey with a little sugar and, this might sound strange, a splash of cinnamon.”

Something he said brought the beautiful smile back to Sebastian’s beautiful face. He must have answered correctly. “It doesn’t sound strange. One Earl Grey with a little sugar and a splash of cinnamon coming right up.”

Once he was alone, he got out of bed to survey his surroundings. The first thing he saw was a pair of glasses on the nightstand. He put them on and yes, these were definitely his.

The room was nice but plain. It felt more like an unoccupied dorm room than a bedroom in a home. White walls, hardwood floors and beige area rugs. No wall art, tchotchkes, or framed photos. The bedding didn’t have patterns, just grey sheets and a dark blue comforter with red trim. There was a full-length mirror in the corner, so he went to take a look. He was older than he anticipated. His hair was ridiculously curly and he was in need of a shave. The dark blue pajama pants he was wearing were unremarkable, but his t-shirt had Dalton printed across the front.

The shirt was the only thing that brought out any sort of recognition. Whatever Dalton turned out to be was irrelevant. To him, Dalton meant home.

Next to tackle was the dresser, but when he opened the top drawer, everything else came to a stop. There was only one item there. The only item since he woke up this morning that he recognized without an ounce of doubt.

The lightsaber Tony Stark made for him.

He climbed back into bed but sat up against the headboard, clutching his find. It was an anchor within the chaos of his situation. This Tony Stark guy was obviously important to him. So, why could he remember the lightsaber but not the man who made it for him?

He closed his eyes and tried to settle his mind.

“I’ve told you a thousand times, you can’t overthink everything.”

The voice embraced him with love, bringing out his first genuine smile of the day. “But I can sure try.”

Two gasps, one his own, had him opening his eyes. The sight of the person in the doorway confused him even more than why he gasped at what was said. “I know you…but I don’t know how.”

The woman plastered on a smile and set up the breakfast tray she’d been carrying. “It’s ok, Sweetie. Sebastian told me you wanted tea. I thought you might want some toast as well. There’s some…”

“Honey butter.” The woman's smile changed to resemble Sebastian’s when he answered the tea question.

Another test passed?

She sat beside him and gently brushed back his hair. It was if she’d been doing it for years. “Are you my mother?”

“Not biologically but over the past 6 years you and I have adopted each other as family. About 4 years ago you started calling me Mom. Maybe that’s what you’re remembering.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think I can do that, call you Mom, right now.”

The woman smiled again, easing their tension even further. “I understand, Sweetie. My name is Carole.”

(A younger) Carole stood next to a man in a baseball cap. The man reached out for a handshake. “Call me Burt, Kid. Kurt talks about you so much…”

“Dad! You said you wouldn’t embarrass me!”

Kurt? His first impression was one of fondness but then he was hit with feelings of animosity. No, animosity wasn’t enough. He might not remember this Kurt guy, but he really, really hated him. The memory troubled him so much he backed away to the other side of the bed, bringing his lightsaber, his only anchor to reality, with him. “How have we accepted each other as family when I hate your son?”

Carole chalked his statement up to his memories coming back in bits and pieces. At least they seemed to be coming back. That was progress. “You remembered Finn?”

“Kurt”

“Oh, that makes a lot more sense. Kurt isn’t my son. He was my stepson.”

He scooted back to his original spot, willing to once again try trusting the woman with the kind smile. “Was?”

“I was married to Kurt’s father until he died 6 years ago in a plane crash. Kurt disappeared at the same time, and we all thought he'd died as well. About a year and a half ago Kurt showed up out of nowhere. When he found out how my life moved forward, he said he would never forgive me. I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Was it because of me? Does he hate me, because I really, really hate him…although I don’t know why.”

“My relationship with you wasn’t the problem. He hated, probably still hates, the man I married and his son.”

“His son?”

“That would be me” Sebastian said from the end of the bed. Next to him was a distinguished-looking gentleman. Both men's eyes were darting back and forth between Carole and the lightsaber. She subtly shook her head as a signal to let it go for the time being.

He pretended he didn’t notice.

The distinguished-looking gentleman ended the awkwardness with his introduction. “And I’m the new husband, Sebastian’s dad, Xavier Smythe.”

Did he say… “Smythe? Your name is Xavier Smythe?”

“Yes. Do you remember me?”

His focus moved from father to son. What he found had him trying to catch his breath. The man from earlier was gone. The person at the end of the bed was a beautiful 16-year-old boy, dressed in a perfectly pressed school uniform.

And when she knows what She wants from her time And when she wakes up And makes up her mind

”Sebastian Smythe.” ”Are you a Freshman?”

Once a Warbler, always a Warbler. Right? He remembered November 8th, 2011 and November 8th, 2012…as well as every moment they shared in between. He remembered November 9th, 2012…waking up, realizing he’d been in love with Sebastian the entire time and minutes later Kurt telling him he was dead. He remembered every second of pain between that moment and November 8th, 2024…the day he traveled back in time. Everything hadn't returned, only his memories of Sebastian and the aftermath of the accident. It didn't matter. His beautiful boy, now beautiful man, was less than 10 feet in front of him.

“Bas”

Sebastian ran from the room. He was devastated but didn't want the others to know. "Guess I failed that test."

Xavier looked to Carole who told him Go, I’ve got this one. Once he was gone, Carole grabbed hold of his hand not grasping his lightsaber. “I’m so sorry, Sweetie. This must be so confusing. But when I came in and told you to stop overthinking…”

“I said But I can sure try. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Because that’s how my Blaine would always answer. That’s how Sebastian’s Blaine would always answer.”

Her Blaine? Sebastian’s Blaine?

He didn’t know what Carole was trying to say but he didn’t care. Something didn’t feel right. He pushed her away and went as far as he could while remaining in the same room “Get out.”

“Sweetie…”

“I’m not your Sweetie. I want to talk to Bas.”

Carole stood and sighed, a signal of surrender. All the goodwill she'd attempted to build was gone. “I’ll tell Seb, but don’t get your hopes up. There’s a change of clothes in the bathroom if you want a shower.” After she pointed out the proper door, she picked up the long-forgotten breakfast tray. “Please stay here for the time being.”

“You can’t keep me prisoner.”

“I…we’re not trying to. However, there are two small children in the house and all they know is something is going on with someone they love. They’re scared enough.”

With everything that happened between the time the children left his room, he’d forgotten them (couldn’t blame the memory loss for that one). “I’ll stay here…for now.”

“That’s all I ask.”

The shower helped. He didn’t want to say it made him feel like himself again because he didn’t know who the hell he was. More specifically, who these people expected him to be. Carole must have returned while he was in the shower because a new breakfast tray of tea and toast was neatly set up on the table next to the window. Although, this time she'd included some eggs and bacon. He appreciated the gesture. As he sat down to eat, he looked outside (why hadn’t he thought of that sooner?). He didn’t need a rush of memories to know he was at Dalton. But this Dalton wasn’t either of his Daltons.

There was more than one Dalton? Why would he believe that? The only Dalton he remembered was the one where he met Sebastian. He was too hungry to obsess about it now, so he turned his attention back to his breakfast. The food was so good, and he was so mentally fried, he didn’t hear someone enter the room.

”You don’t have face hair anymore. You always have face hair.”

��I shaved.”

“Oh, ok. I got this for you, Uncle Blaine.” Sammy, the little boy…not the dog he still had no answers about, was holding a quart of Stark Raving Mad ice cream. “It always makes you feel better.”

He cocked his eyebrow and tried not to smile. “Makes me feel better, huh? Is there a reason I need two spoons to eat it?” The little boy’s face fell, and his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. “Come here.” Sammy ran into his open arms and quickly settled on his lap. “Thank you, I ate my breakfast but I’m still hungry.”

“Grammy Carole says you’re always hungry” Sammy told him between shoveling spoons full of ice cream into his face. “Uncle Seb said you don’t remember us because you bumped your head. Is he right? You promised you’d never lie to me, but I guess you don’t member that.”

WTF? Blaine shifted the boy in his lap. First, the kid was heavier than he looked. His leg was falling asleep. And second, why had Sebastian told Sammy about his memory loss when Carole basically begged him to stay away from the kid and his sister? “Your Uncle Seb told you I bumped my head and lost my memories?”

“No” the boy admitted “I heard him tell Grampy X. He also said you were the other Blaine now, not his B. I don't know what that means.” That bit of information took him from frustrated to completely horrified. How could Sebastian be so reckless to say this where one of the kids could overhear him? His Bas was an impulsive brat (hello, eye surgery) but the things he did stemmed from being a child (teenagers, no matter what they believe, are children). This Sebastian was a late 20-something year old parent. He should know better!

The ice cream was gone (he might've gotten in 3 bites) and Sammy was beginning to doze off. It gave him an idea. “You heard right, I don’t have my memory and my head still kind of hurts. I was going to take a nap. Do you want to join me?"

Sammy wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck, making it easier to be carried. Once they were settled, the boy began to wiggle and brought something up from underneath the sheet. “Where did you get this cool lightsaber…or you don’t remember?”

How could he have forgotten his lightsaber? Was he losing new memories every time he remembered something from the past? It wasn’t the time for panic…yet. “I found it in a drawer. Someone named Tony made it for me. I don’t remember him, but I know he loved me and always made me feel safe.”

“Like you love me and said you would do anything to keep me safe...when you remembered me.”

“Hey” He lifted the little boy’s chin, so he had to look at him. “I don’t care if I never remember anything else. I will always remember to make sure you and Susie are safe.”

Any tension in Sammy’s body melted as he snuggled even closer. “Uncle Blaine, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For getting scared and thinking the bad space monster would take me away again because you forgot to keep me safe.”

“Take you away?”

“Pepper brought you to Dalton to recover in peace. No one’s looking for Iron Man in bum-fuck Ohio.”

It wasn’t the time for questions. Tony had been through hell. And even though it had been a month, his brain was still dealing with the reality of Infinity Stones and how an alien got ahold of them, snapped his fingers and turned half of all living beings in the universe to dust.

Oh no, no, no. Sammy had been Snapped by Thanos. Blaine rolled to his side and hugged him as tightly as possible. “Never be sorry for being scared. Let’s talk about that…” He didn’t have to finish. The little boy was already sound asleep, clutching the lightsaber. 

“What the hell were you thinking?”

*Blaine continued to love and be loved by Sammy...the hyperactive puppy* Me? You gave me the lightsaber and the rest of the technology I needed to do it!”

Tony walked around the basement of the Dalton he built, inspecting the time portal Blaine, Brittany and Bruce (technically Brittany and Bruce) built out of the material he sent. “I trusted Banner. He should've called off the whole thing knowing those substitute PYM Particles were compromised! And Barton?! I thought you were the little brother he never wanted. He and his whole fake SHIELD family loved you!”

“They do…did, whatever. And Bruce told me…ok, he tried. I still don’t get all the timey-whimey shit.”

“Which you should've before you TIME TRAVELED with defective particles! I understand not going back to Hank Pym for help. The guy has a Stark hate-boner so big I’m amazed he fathered a child.”

“Like yours for Steve Rogers?”

“Hold on…fine, point for the Bow-tied Wonder. But seriously, Banner let you use the damaged particles without seeing what Britt or that Princess in Wakanda could come up with? What about Strange? He was keeper of the Time Stone for fuck sake!”

“Then why didn’t the Avengers include them in the Time Heist?”

“Dr. Weirdo, Princess Kitty-Kat and our lovable but ditzy genius were dust at the time.”

“Don’t say it like that. It took forever for Britt to realize constantly singing Dust in the Wind wasn’t appropriate, especially in front of others who were Blipped.”

“Yet another reason I love that girl. And before you say Wong, we also thought he was dust…Snapped. We were wrong but not our fault. He’d snuck back to the Mystical Monastery of the Mountains and gone off-grid. Oh, and …THANOS DESTROYED THE STONES. Since we didn’t have any extra laying in a drawer somewhere, I, the most brilliant man who ever lived, had to solve time travel.”

“Yeah, I’d forgotten most of that. Not because of the memory loss, I think, but because it made my head hurt to listen to you and Bruce, or Bruce and Britt, talk about it.”

“Again…you didn’t understand and yet decided it was a good idea to TIME TRAVEL! I should tell MIT to take back your degree.”

“You’re dead.”

“Heroically departed, yet here I am…Iron Man.”

“Seriously?”

“How about*overdramatic superhero voice* I am...Dream Master and Gate Keeper to all your memories, so don’t piss me off?”

“I hate you.”

“You love me. And hey! What about Wanda? She’s a witch with super-sized magic courtesy of the mind stone. Did any of you supposedly brilliant idiots think of seeing what she could do to help?”

“Uh…after you left…”

“Heroically departed.”

“After you left, Wanda tried to get Vision’s body from the government to give him a funeral.”

“I don’t know if I’m more offended by the fact the government had Vision’s body and I didn’t know, or Elphaba wanted to put billions of dollars worth of Vibranium…”

“No, Wanda wanted to say goodbye with a funeral for the man?...person?...cybernetic being she loved. When she couldn’t get him back, she went a little Coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs.”

“How little?”

“Mind fucked an entire town, a small town, in New Jersey into believing they were characters in old sitcoms. Manifested a new Vision and a couple of kids. After the government caught on and all hell broke loose, she freed everyone, essentially killing her imaginary family. Last anyone saw of her, she flew off, no airplane necessary, to parts unknown with something called The Book of the Damned.”

For the first time ever, Tony Stark was speechless.

*Lengthy amount of (Dream) Time later* “And you questioned why I wanted Britt kept away from all that shit!?!”

“I didn’t question, per se…”

“Liar…and why didn’t Legolas do anything about the Wicked Witch of New Jersey?”

“Wanda told Clint, and Laura, she was going back to Sokovia to help with rebuilding what the Avengers and Ultron…”

“No need to elaborate. I was there…no comments.”

“So...that’s why they didn’t question her going no contact. It’s not their fault the government was stupid and for some reason didn’t bringing in the man who convinced Wanda to turn her back on Ultron, gave his son her dead brother’s name and freed her from your house arrest.”

"I said no comments!”

“I didn’t say a word about how you were responsible for Ultron, but if the title Avengers Dictator fits…”

“My bad. And while I want answers, you dream-summoned me to help you understand what the hell is happening in your pudding brain. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop yelling about the fact you never should have TIME TRAVELED with faulty particles in the first place! I’m gone for one itty-bitty year…”

*Blaine rose from where he’d been sitting the entire time and Sammy (the dog) ran off* “Tony…” “Ok, ok, I’ll drop it for now but be prepared to be chastised in future dreams.”

“I would expect nothing less from you.”

*Seconds later (because…Dream Time). Tony is now surrounded by all the computers he’d sent to Dalton over the years* “I figured out how badly you all fucked this up without me.”

“Can we postpone the I Told You Sos as well as the yelling?“

“You take the fun out of everything.”*Blaine answered by giving him a middle finger* “See? Was that so difficult?”

*Blaine answered with double middle fingers* “What did you find?”

“The faulty particles sent you to 2011 instead of 2012. Like with Rogers and his trip to finally get laid…”

“Oh, he’d already been laid.”

“...by Peggy Carter. And I’m still angry with you for not sharing your Stucky theories while I was around to use them to my advantage…in a fun way, at least a fun for me way. I would never use information like that against someone, especially after what happened to your platonic apocalypse partner.”

“My what?”

“That Dave guy?”

“Who?”

“Ok, your memory has improved to Swiss Cheese, but one thing at a time. Like I was saying, you went back to 2011 instead of 2012 and physically became that Blaine Anderson. During the Time Heist, we just had to avoid the Battle of New York Avengers.”

“That’s what I expected, hoped, would happen to me. Did you figure out why I physically became 2011 me?”

“No clue.”

“So, you can’t fix it?”

“To send you back to your original timeline? Not a chance. You wanted to be here, so…ta-da!”

“Not helpful.”

“If you want helpful, I can tell you when you are. It’s November 8th, 2024.”

“The day I left?”

“Makes sense. From what I understand, the Centurian lived decades with no memories of his 70 year side trip. Those memories took over when his two timelines intersected. He did eventually wind up with both sets of memories. My highly educated guess is you’ll eventually do the same.”

“I don’t have eventually. Right now, I have a scared little boy to take care of.”

“Yeah, Sammy. Do you realize you haven’t mentioned Sebastian once since you sought my wisdom? When I was alive you wouldn’t shut up about the guy.”

“Fuck you”

“You didn’t get the big Rom-Com reunion you wanted?”

“Not even close.”

“Did you ever consider the fact that for Sebastian, his Blaine essentially died when you woke up this morning? And you? While you saved Sebastian, Bas died November 8th, 2012. Is that something you’re prepared to accept? And what about Sam?”

“Sammy…”

“Not Sammy…Sam.”

I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed, As though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall)

And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, Just for one day

“Last night there was a major accident on the highway. A big-rig blew a tire causing the truck to flip over. It smashed into several cars before landing on two. Blaine, Sam was in one of those cars…and, and Sebastian was in the other. They didn’t make it. I’m so sorry.”

"Sammy, the little boy…obviously not the dog, is Sam’s son, isn’t he?"

"Yes"

"But Sam…if I saved him, where is he? Why isn’t he with his son?”

“I can’t tell you what happened. That’s Blaine 2.0 territory. However, when you wake up, you can have some more of Bow’s memories. I can do that much."

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me. This is your dream.”

*Next thing Blaine knew he was hugging the man he considered his father. In this Dream State he could actually feel Tony’s arms around him* “I miss you so much.”

“Of course, you do. I’m awesome.” *Tony tightened his hold* “I love you, Blaine Anderson.”

“I love you too, Tony Stark.”

“Good, because I want you to do something for me.”

“Of course, you do. What?”

“Go back to your music.”

“But…”

“What was the first thing you thought of when you remembered Sam? *Blaine tries to move away but Tony won’t let him* “You remembered the two of you singing Heroes. It was good…really good. Not hard rock enough to be my theme song, but I would’ve put it on the list.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m Dream Master and Gate Keeper to all your memories, Dumb Ass. Now, about you going back to music…”

“Tony…”

“If I didn’t burden you with hiding Brittany…”

“She wasn’t a burden.”

“Then hiding all my extra toys in the basement at Dalton…”

“That was a burden, a little one. But only when you came to Ohio and (air quotes) played science with my home. It would take days to get Saturday back to working correctly after you left.”

“I always thought if I didn’t uproot your life, you would’ve eventually found your way back to music. You were too good not to.”

“Tony…”

“Bow, just this one time, don’t overthink this and promise me you’ll try.”

*Sigh* “For you? I promise to try.”

Blaine felt movement next to him. It was enough to end his dream but not enough for him to move out of the comfort cocoon he was wrapped in. That was until he heard…

Come on, Big Guy. Time to go.

“Says who?” Blaine asked a startled Sebastian.

“Sammy shouldn’t be here.”

“And you shouldn’t have talked to your father about me without making sure you were alone.” He didn’t regret what he said, but maybe he didn’t have to say it like that.

“He overheard Dad and I…?” Sebastian didn’t need a verbal response. He’d seen that expression thousands of times. “Do you know how much he heard?”

“Enough to come to the conclusion my forgetting him meant the bad space monster was going to take him away again.” He motioned for not-his-Bas to go around to the other side of the bed and join them. Sebastian took the hint and laid down next to the sleeping boy, brushing his hair aside much like Carole had done with him earlier.

It finally dawned on him how much the other man loved this boy and had just been trying to protect him. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Sebastian asked, surprised by the apology.

“That I failed your test. That I’m not who you wanted me to be.”

If Sebastian was surprised before, he was now in full-on shock. “How do you know?”

“You didn’t hide it very well. That, and while I was sleeping, I came to a couple of realizations, like how you lost your husband.” He held up his left hand to show him rubbing the underside of his ring finger with his thumb. “I can’t stop doing this. It’s a muscle memory I have no control over. Susie said something about having a Daddy and a Papa, but this…” he held up his hand again “this is a habit developed over a long period of time.”

“B’s ring belonged to my grandfather. It was always a little big but with everything going on the past few years, getting it resized wasn’t happening. When we finally found someone to do it, B said no, the ring’s perfect the way it is. And you didn’t fail. We knew this would happen. I just hoped…”

Huh? We knew? “How? How the fuck…” Sebastian glared at him until he realized “Oh sh…cra…darn? Guess I need to learn to watch my language.”

“We have a curse jar. You don’t put money in because money doesn’t have any real value right now. The jar has pieces of paper with monthly jobs no one wants to do on them. B usually takes out 10 at the beginning of the month so he can space things out.”

He chuckled quietly, not wanting to wake up Sammy. Obviously, he and the other Blaine would have similarities since they were technically the same person. He never considered his swearing habit would be one of them. “He, your B, has or had…”

“A potty mouth? Yes, but it did get better after Susie’s first word was fuck.”

That was all it took for him to lose it. Whatever came out was somewhere between a laugh and a sob, the problem was it was loud. Sammy smiled waking to see the men he called Uncle on either side of him, until seconds later when sheer panic overtook the boy.

On the other side of the room, sparks had appeared out of nowhere. Fortunately, he remembered what this meant, but how to explain it to a traumatized child was a different story. “Sebastian, how did everyone Tha…the bad space monster took away come back?” he asked, hoping it was at least close to the version he knew. “The Sammy version.”

“Um…Avengers broke the space monster’s curse and everyone just reappeared. No one knows how.”

“What did the Avengers do next?”

“Uh…a big battle with the space monster. They think they’re going to lose when a bunch of people joined them…”

“Awesome! Sammy, I know people who were there when the Avengers fought the space monster. Everyone who joined them? They got there through a magic portal just like that one. Only heroes can go through them.” He tousled the less-scared little boy’s hair before getting out of bed and putting himself between Sebastian and Sammy, and whoever (or whatever) stepped out of the portal.

Not that he was going to stop a magical being or anything, but it felt like the right thing to do.

Any doubt was quashed when their visitor arrived. “Wong? What are you doing here? Wait, how did you get here? The Sorcerer Supreme is a master of time. Yes, I time traveled here but Sebastian and Sammy didn’t. Oh my God! Are we in an alternate universe?” He’s so excited his voice kept getting higher and faster. “I think I finally understand some that timey-whimey shit…stuff Tony, Bruce and Brittany yapped on and on about.”

“Brittany? You said you didn’t know my Mommy.”

He turned so fast he almost knocked himself over. “Brittany is your mommy?” For some reason what Sammy said both made perfect sense and blew his mind. Sadly, this had to wait. “Wong?”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re not even close. I thought you were some sort of genius like Stark since he sent you to MIT and then kept all his Iron Man stuff in your basement.”

“You went to MIT?”

He motioned to Sebastian he’d answer the question later. Maybe he should get the others to leave. No, a little late for that. “Wong, just tell me.”

“When I first met you, your Temporal Aura was off, more like wrong, but I was a little busy. Do you know why?”

“Testing me?"

"Yes"

Considering the man could turn him into a frog, he determined it wasn't time for snark. Sammy didn't need to see that. "The first time I met you, you and Pepper brought Morgan to me before the battle at the Avengers Compound.”

“Ok, just checking, you never know with time travel. At Stark’s funeral I pointed your Aura out to Strange and he agreed with me. You were on the wrong timeline.”

“The what now?”

“The wrong timeline. People don’t stay on the wrong timeline. Those things get taken care of.”

“Taken care of?” Well, that didn’t sound good.

“Let’s just say there are more beings affecting time than those possessing an Infinity Time Stone. Lasting almost 30 years in the wrong timeline only to return to the correct one without assistance from any form of timekeeper doesn’t happen…until you. It’s fascinating.”

“Fantastic isn’t the word I would use.” This conversation was getting more confusing (and terrifying) by the minute. “So, what does all of this mean? And please no timey/whimey or magicity/smagickity explanations?”

“It means I need to have a discussion with Strange but I can’t find him. He’s off universe. It’s so frustrating.” Wong waved his arms and another portal began to open. “Maybe you can help. What’s the name of Stark’s other lost boy?”

“Huh? Oh, you mean Spider-Man?”

“I know that. What’s his real name? His identity?”

“I don’t know. He wanted it to remain secret, unlike his mentor.”

“Someone must know.”

“Pepper?”

“None of Team Iron Man. Maybe this has something to do with why I can’t find Strange. Do me a favor…no more time jumping until I get this figured out.”

“I won’t know how.” 

Once he was sure Wong was gone, he turned back around. Sammy was bouncing with excitement. Sebastian…have you ever heard the expression If looks could kill? Neither was a good thing. Like his other self, he should probably get a head start on the curse jar because…FUCK!!!!!

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Damn Your Love, Damn Your Lies chp 3

Here it is on ao3 or read it below

After his nap, Daniel decides to do some more wandering.  It isn’t like there’s much else to do.  Sure, he could be working on research, but he’s only got one session under his belt.  He has plenty of time to work on it.  Right now, he wants to see what else he can uncover.  

He doesn’t know where to start, so he just meanders.  Eventually, he finds his way to an indoor pool.  It’s a large rectangle with the insides painted so the water looks a vibrant blue.  Daniel appreciates the splash of color in this drab concrete monstrosity.  

What he appreciates more is the sight of Rashid climbing out of the pool.  Water clings to him, dripping wet.   He grabs a towel from the ground and begins drying his hands, seemingly not noticing Daniel at all.  He pulls on his gloves next.  Weird.

Daniel can’t look away.  Those shoulders are wider than he imagined.  And those abs.  There’s so much glistening skin.  Daniel’s mouth feels dry.  Rashid is wearing black swim pants that are tight as a second skin.  He can see everything, every line, every curve, even the outline of his-

Nope.  No.  He’s just jealous he doesn’t have this kind of body anymore.  Or ever.  

Rashid rubs the towel through his hair and his eyes catch Daniel.  “Mr. Molloy, is there anything I can do for you?”

It sounds perfectly professional and Daniel is not taking it out of context.  At all.  

“What’s with the gloves?”  It’s all he can think of to say in the presence of all that perfect skin.  

Rashid smiles just slightly.  Daniel hopes he didn’t catch him staring.  He’d take it the wrong way.  “Sensory issues.  I get…overstimulated.”

Fuck.  Daniel wonders if it’s everywhere or just the hands.  If he’s that sensitive everywhere.  It probably makes him a live wire in bed.  

Daniel shakes his head and clears his mind.  The acceptable amount of time to reply has passed, so Daniel quickly says, “I got turned around.  Which way is it back to the elevator?”

He definitely doesn’t ask so he gets a little longer to look at him.  Or he will, if he has manners.  Daniel is a sick old man; of course Rashid is going to offer to walk him there.  

“Let me show you.”  Rashid sweeps ahead to lead him.  Daniel tries not to look at his ass.  He lasts about five seconds.  God.  

Daniel takes a deep breath and averts his eyes.  Even if he did like men–which he doesn’t–this kid is probably fresh from college.  His daughters are most likely older than him.  It would be beyond fucked up to engage in anything with him.  Not that Daniel wants that or anything.  

It only takes a few seconds to find the elevator.  

“Is there anything else you’d like from me, Mr. Molloy?”  It’s barely polite, and definitely not flirtatious in the slightest.  Yet Daniel’s mind heads down a dangerous path.  He needs to get away from this guy.  

“No, ah, I’m good.”

Rashid glances back and sees his wet footprints leading to the elevator.  “Oh, I’m dripping wet.”

Daniel is going to fucking die. 

“I got work to catch up.  See ya around, Rashid.”  Daniel steps into the elevator and shuts it before Rashid can say anything.   He takes a deep breath, then another.  He carefully thinks of nothing at all.  

He hides in his room and devotes himself to working for the next few hours.  He doesn’t think of Rashid at all.  After a while, he needs a break.  His eyes are starting to hurt from looking at the computer.  Daniel wanders and finds himself in the dining room, looking at one of the paintings.  

“It’s Venetian.  A contemporary of Tintoretto.”

Daniel leans in to read the name on the painting.  “Marius de Romanus.  Never heard of him.”

“Little of his work survives.  Mr. de Pointe du Lac covets the rare.”

Daniel’s about to make some remark about it not being all Louis coveted, but he hears that distant groaning sound.  He’s heard it a few times before.  “Did you hear that?  I keep hearing that sound.”

“Well, the building sways a bit.  But that is according to its design given the height.  We call it the Groan.”  Rashid doesn’t sound particularly concerned.  He barely looks at Daniel, looking more at his ipad.  “It won’t disturb your meal, which is ready now.”

“Did you always work for him?”  Daniel asks, hands in his pockets.

“Please, have a seat,” Rashid says and begins walking away.

“Sign an NDA?” Daniel calls out after him.  “I mean, is it only work or are you and he-”

“I serve a god.  It is my honor to serve.”  Rashid is as intense as he has ever seen him. 

Daniel honestly has no fucking idea what to say to that.

“Mr. de Pointe du Lac will join you at course seven,” Rashid says and walks away.  

“Seven?” Daniel repeats.  “How many courses are there?”

Rashid ignores him and keeps walking.  

“Fattening me up for the inevitable end?” 

No response.  Daniel figures asking the kid if he was sleeping with his boss might have been a tad too far.  

Well, nothing to do but wait for Louis.  

/

He rarely smokes anymore, but Daniel feels like he deserves one after slogging through Louis’ bullshit. It has him feeling nostalgic for years gone by.   So naturally, the damn lighter sticks.

“Piece of shit,” he mumbles.  

“Allow me,” a voice behind him says.  Rashid.  

He comes up and plucks the lighter from Daniel’s hand and cups his hand around Daniel’s cigarette.  He flicks the wheel and the lighter flares to life.  Rashid looks up at him from under his lashes and pulls back.  

“One would think a Pulitzer Prize winner would be intelligent enough not to smoke in his poor health.”

“I’m already dying.  Might as well live a little,” Daniel says with a shrug.  He takes a long draw from the cigarette and blows the smoke up into the air.

“Is that why you came here, to ‘live a little’?”

“Why are you here?”  Daniel shoots back.  “Besides it being an honor to serve and all that.”  Then, because he can’t help but push his luck, “How do you serve him anyway?  Is it as kinky as it sounds?”

“I believe you’re projecting again,” Rashid says crisply.

“I don’t want to fuck Louis.” 

“No, you want to fuck me.”  He says it like it’s a matter of fact.

Daniel’s mouth hangs open.  The nerve of this kid.  “I don’t-”

“I could feel you staring at me at the pool,” Rashid says.  “You’re attracted to me.”

“I’m not-”

“I’m attracted to you as well.”  He says it like it’s nothing.

“Bullshit.”  There’s no way this kid wants an old man like him.  

“Shall I prove it?”

The next thing Daniel knows, Rashid is plucking the cigarette out of his hand and putting it out on the railing.  Daniel goes to object, then Rashid lunges forward.  

And kisses him.

[cnigiri]

Blood soaks the hem of his pants and paints his shoes red still, there's a bit splashed onto his cheek where he'd gotten a little too close to Zoro's rampaging. Viscera squelches beneath his soles as he attempts to stay standing with the hands that reach for him. His own glove covered hands grasp Zoro's face, bandana slipping further up the swordsman's head when his fingers curl around his neck. It's not the most delicate of a kiss, fueled by post-battle adrenaline. Something he would not be doing if the other members of their crew were around, but since it was just the two of them-- Still, despite the moment- if it could be called that- Sanji cannot help but tease, spoken against lips that smash against his own, "Pretty sure I got more guys than you, Marimo."

He's breathing heavily as his body shakes from the adrenaline. These idiots wouldn't go down with a beating and stay down and the fucking blatant way they actually had the audacity to try underhanded tactics such as going after Chopper and Nami. Or shoot a seastone bullet at Luffy, which fortunately for Zoro he had the instinct to block it.

It was over after that , Sanji and him dove in before anyone could say no and they all went to their duties in destroying the other groups of guys, and he snarls as he physically grabs the man who shot the bullet before he could reload , and ripped him with bare hands , not sure WHAT he ripped , just that he did and the screams were nice . . . He didn't even see what Sanji was doing as blades whipped out and around and began to drink.

He's panting , hardly understanding what's going on as he heaves breaths in and out before he feels familiar hands , and his eye focuses on the blue one looking at him before yanking up his bandana and pulling him in for a lip lock. He's definitely bloody as hell , if Sanji also is coated in it he's drowning in it more than likely. The kiss is short lived though and while he chases it he hears those words and blinks, being grounded right back to present day and moment. " Mother fucker. "

He murmured , letting out a low laugh before looking around and wincing. " I got a bit mad. "

[casspurrjoybell-25]

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 6

*Warning Adult Content*

- Jayce -

He lay on the bed, staring out the cabin window at the furiously falling snow.

Dylan hadn't been lying about the storm.

It had been going on for hours, and Jayce had spent the entire time napping or watching Dylan putter about the cabin, checking supplies and tidying up the small space.

He wished he could use his phone but the battery had died days ago.

"What do you do all day?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.

Dylan continued what he was doing without looking over at Jayce.

"Hike. Hunt. Do my job."

"What's your job?"

"I work for the Forest Service."

He rolled over.

"Really?"

If that was true, it would make him feel better about being here with Dylan.

"Yes."

"What do you do?"

"Collect samples and report back on conditions."

He sat up.

He wanted to know more about Dylan's life, especially how he got the scar on his face, but he didn't want to pry too much.

"How do you do that if you're all the way up here?"

"I hike back out with samples every once in a while and I've got a radio to keep in touch."

"What do you hunt?"

Dylan finally turned around, glowering.

"How many questions are you going to ask?"

He knew his tone was defensive but he couldn't help it.

"I want to know who I'm living with. And it's not like I have anything else to do."

Silence stretched for over a minute but Dylan finally answered.

"I hunt grouse if I'm running low on food. They're ground-dwelling birds, sort of similar to a chicken."

Jayce frowned.

"Are you going to run out of food now that I'm here?"

"No."

Sighing, Jayce lay back on the bed.

It was impossible trying to get more words out of Dylan.

The guy only seemed to say a lot when he was scolding Jayce or explaining something about hiking or the weather.

With that charming personality of his, it was no wonder that Dylan was out here alone.

After a couple more hours of boredom, all he wanted was a hot shower.

He'd brought a toothbrush and deodorant with him but had planned on toughing it out without a shower until he was done with his backpacking trip.

Being sweaty and dirty when he was hiking every day didn't bother him but now that he was sitting around inside, he felt gross.

"Dylan?"

Dylan grunted in reply.

"How do you stay clean out here? You don't have a shower but you don't smell bad."

Dylan turned and stared at him.

"I'm starting to smell bad and I don't want you to experience that."

He saw one corner of Dylan's mouth lift, so faint he almost didn't see it.

Dylan leaned to the other side of the stove and grabbed a large metal bucket.

"I fill this with water or snow, heat it and then go outside and wash."

"But it's cold outside."

"This isn't a five star hotel."

Jayce sighed and stepped forward to take the bucket.

He put his boots on and headed outside.

The snow had finally stopped falling but there was plenty on the ground.

When he brought the snow-filled bucket back inside to heat over the stove, Dylan had a small bar of soap and a towel laid out on the bed.

He didn't understand how the man could be so hospitable in some ways but not at all in others.

Twenty minutes later, he headed outside with the bucket and soap, wearing only his boots and the towel wrapped around his waist.

The air was bitterly cold.

He hadn't paid much attention to the depth of the snow on the ground when he was filling up the bucket but now that he didn't have pants covering the tops of his boots, the snow tumbled into the opening.

Bracing for the cold, he removed the towel and put it on the short railing on the cabin's small front porch.

He tried to hurry as he splashed water on himself and lathered up with the soap.

He was already starting to shiver.

When he finished up and stepped back inside, he was grateful for the heat in the cabin.

As soon as his boots were off, he went straight to the fire and stood in front of it, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm up.

The heated water had definitely helped but it wasn't enough to overcome the mountain air.

"Why do you live like this?" he asked. "You could have a nice warm shower, indoors but instead you're roughing it out in the mountains."

Dylan glanced over at him.

"It's not that bad."

He shivered.

"Can you warm me with your body heat again?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, not blinking.

Guess that was a no.

Jayce went over to his backpack and began pulling out the clothes inside it.

When he set out on his adventure, he'd been wearing one pair of pants and a shirt, with only a spare of each in his backpack.

Fortunately, he hadn't switched to his second set of clothes, so they were still clean.

He imagined Dylan would draw the line at lending him clothes, not that they'd fit him anyway.

He heard a noise and turned around but Dylan was gone.

Alarmed, he scrambled up and over to the window, only to see Dylan walking off into the woods.

Why had he left without saying anything?

- Dylan -

He needed some fresh air and quiet.

After being alone all his life, being in close quarters with someone all day was a big change for him.

He didn't exactly know how to handle having another person in his space, especially a half naked guy.

Part of him felt this could be an opportunity to make a friend but he quickly shut that idea down.

Jayce was only around because he had no choice, and he probably wasn't interested in a friendship.

Besides, it wouldn't do Dylan any good to finally connect with someone who was going to leave in a matter of days.

He ran his fingers through the snow weighing down a nearby tree branch.

Free from the snow, the branch snapped back into place.

He closed his eyes and he couldn't help but wish he were better with people.

He wanted friends and he yearned for someone to love him but he'd built up a hard exterior in response to the rejection he'd faced.

His own parents hadn't loved him, so how could anyone else?

When he made it back to the cabin, Jayce was curled up on the bed, fully dressed.

His eyes flashed to Dylan and then away and he began fidgeting.

Dylan frowned.

Something seemed wrong.

Jayce finally looked at him again.

"Um, Dylan? Did I offend you with my comment?"

His eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"What comment?"

"You know, about having you warm me with your body heat again. I thought about it and I realized it could have come across as me coming onto you and that's definitely not what I was doing. It was just a joke but since I'm gay, maybe it seemed like not a joke and..."

"I knew it was a joke."

He also knew that Jayce would ramble on forever if he didn't stop him.

"Oh. Well, you left suddenly without saying anything. I thought I'd pissed you off."

"No. I needed some fresh air. I took a walk."

"Can you tell me where you're going next time?"

He knew he was glaring.

"Why? You're not my keeper."

"Because I'm afraid you'll leave me here. If you walk off and don't come back, I'll die. I don't know how to survive out here."

"You won't die," he muttered.

Now he felt bad.

He hadn't meant to make Jayce worry, either that Jayce had offended him or that he was going to abandon Jayce.

This was also the first time someone had cared how he felt.

No one had ever worried about offending him or upsetting him before.

People stared at him, their faces twisting in fear or suspicion, never thinking about how that might look to him.

Never thinking about how it felt to be disregarded by society.

Could he trust Jayce?

Should he let his guard down around him?

No, it was better to leave his walls up.

Better to stay guarded.

He didn't really know Jayce and this was just temporary.

No good would come out of opening himself up to the possibility of being rejected and hurt again, especially when he'd be stuck with Jayce.

He turned toward Jayce.

"If it'll make you feel better, I'll radio it in to the Forest Service that you're here."

"You can do that?"

"Yes. It's how I keep in touch about weather and the road closure."

"Road closure?"

"Highway 20 closes during the winter. Usually in late November or early December."

Jayce's brows drew together.

"Does someone pick you up once you hike out?"

"No. I've got a truck parked at a campground off the highway."

He didn't usually share this much information but it seemed like it was making Jayce feel better to know these things.

He got his radio down from the top shelf in one of the cabinets and turned it on.

It only took a couple minutes after he called out for the radio to crackle to life with a response.

"Jim here. What's up, Dylan?"

"Hey Jim. I've got a guy up here. Backpacker who wandered off trail and got lost."

"You need assistance?"

"No, he's fine. I'll bring him down when the weather clears. Just wanted someone to know he's up here."

"I'll make a note of it. Stay safe up there."

"Will do."

He turned the radio back off and faced Jayce.

"Happy?"

Jayce smiled at him.

"Yes, thanks."

That night, as he got in bed and faced the wall, he hoped he'd be able to fall asleep quickly.

He heard Jayce rustling around in his pack for something, and then felt a tug on the blanket.

"Is this still okay?" Jayce asked.

"Yeah."

Jayce slid into the bed and like the night before, he scooted backwards until his back was pressed against Dylan's.

"Goodnight," Jayce murmured.

He grunted in reply.

This was still such an odd situation for him.

For a while, Jayce's presence kept him awake but he began to like the feel of Jayce's back against his.

It was nice to be close to someone like this.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all to have another person around.

[thebisexualdogdad]

No touching - Evan Buckley x M!Reader

"Really Buck, you already have a boner?" You laugh as you and your boyfriend settle in to watch some adult films.

"I've been waiting for this all day! When you said you wanted to try watching porn together I made a list in my head of all my favorites I wanted to show you," Buck says eagerly whipping his shirt off.

"That is the most Evan Buckley thing I have ever heard you say," you smile, removing your own shirt and taking a seat next to him on the couch.

His laptop is set up on the coffee table while he searches for the first video.

He leans back as the first video plays and it shows a group of six male firefighters undressing in a locker room.

"Is this something you've fantasized about Buckley?" You say with a grin.

"I mean I can't lie when you first started working with us, there were so many times I wanted to take you right there in the locker room all hot and sweaty and nearly naked," he says, giving you a chaste kiss before intently watching the video.

He refrains from touching himself not wanting to cum so quickly but you see him squirming in his seat, his bulge only getting bigger and that starts to turn you on.

The firefighters in the video are now sucking each other's dicks and Buck is palming himself through his pants.

A few minutes later you both strip down to your boxers, erections standing tall as the firefighters are spread out across the locker room fucking each other.

"You know that one kind of looks like you," you chuckle, pointing to one of the guys that is bent over a bench and getting railed.

"Why do you think I like this video so much? I imagine you're the one behind him," he smirks.

When you can't resist touching yourselves anymore you get rid of your boxers and move onto the next video, this one is more of a home video, camera quality isn't great but the guys sure are hot which more than makes up for it.

"That guy has got to be at least nine inches," Buck says slowly stroking his cock.

"Imagine getting fucked by a dick that big," you say watching his hand move up and down while you stroke your own cock.

"Who says I haven't? A beefy bisexual firefighter gets you a lot of action in this town," Buck grins.

You share a laugh and return your attention back to the video of the smaller built man getting demolished by his giant boyfriend.

Buck is moaning and playing his nipples, flicking and pinching them.

You want so badly to lean over and start sucking on them but you agreed earlier that you wouldn't touch each other wanting to enjoy the experience of only getting off with your own hands.

Your hand starts moving faster, glancing back and forth from the video to Buck.

Yours and Bucks moans are mixing with the moans coming from the video and you swear you could listen to this forever.

The man pulls out and the video does a close up of the other guy's gaping hole.

"Fuck I would to have my way with that hole," you groan.

"And I'd love to watch you," Buck winks at you.

Well that was something you two would definitely be talking about later.

The man in the video continues to pound the guy, Buck throwing his head back against the couch as he nears his release.

"Shit," he grunts, slapping his pecks and roughly tugging on his nipples.

"Buck," you moan, tumbling over the edge at the sight.

You cum all over your stomach and Buck smirks, stroking himself so fast when he cums some of it splashes on his face.

"Fuck you're so hot," you say licking his cum off his chin.

"I thought we weren't going to touch each other?" He grins.

"Well that was while we were jerking off, now it's fair game and I need you to get to the bed right now so I can eat your ass before I fuck you," you tell him.

"Race you there," he smiles, quickly getting up from the couch and running towards the bedroom.

"You're so in for it Buckley," you say chasing after him.

[storiesforallfandoms]

clear head ~ steve harrington;stranger things

part one

word count: 2988

request?: no

description: after the lust and excitement clears away, she realizes that dating her sister’s ex-boyfriend is a massive mistake

pairing: steve harrington x female!wheeler!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut from the previous part

masterlist (one, two)

After Steve brought me home, I was in bed and the lust from our pool side activities subsided, I realized that what had happened that night was a bad idea.

There was the obvious bad, which was the fact that he was my sister’s ex-boyfriend. I know Steve said she ended it and was possibly moving on with someone else, but that didn’t erase the fact that they had a relationship, and doing...whatever it is I was doing with Steve was definitely against the sister code or something.

Then there was the less obvious but still highly possible bad: that Steve was using me as a rebound.

He didn’t seem like that kind of person, but then again I had only had one conversation with him. A conversation that soon led to a sexual act between us that would’ve also led to actual sex if we had been in a more private setting.

But Nancy wore he was a good guy, and he wants to take me out for breakfast in the morning.

But he said that after you turned him down for sex. He could just be trying to get in your pants.

I was so conflicted that I was up most of the night. When the sun started peaking through my curtains I could feel the exhaustion in my body, but it was too late to try and sleep now.

After hours of thought, I decided I wouldn’t go out with Steve that day. All signs pointed to it being a bad idea, so I decided to stop my heartbreak before it happened.

Even if this was something I had wanted for a long time.

Eventually, I got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water to wake myself, to little success.

“You look like shit,” my little brother, Mike, commented as he shoved past me to look in the mirror.

“Watch your mouth or I’ll tell mom,” I muttered.

“And I’ll tell her you went to that party last night.”

“Jokes on you, I already told her.” I stuck my tongue out at him and started to walk away.

“Yeah, with Nancy. But Nancy didn’t go, and that definitely wasn’t Nancy who brought you home.”

My eyes widened and I quickly spun around to face Mike again. “Okay, I won’t say anything to mom. You better keep your mouth shut about me coming home with someone else to her and to Nancy.”

Mike rolled his eyes and shut the bathroom door. I trusted he wouldn’t say anything to Nancy about seeing me with Steve. There was a chance he didn’t even see who had brought me home that night, but there was also a chance he recognized Steve’s car from all the times that he had come over to visit Nancy. I was hoping to keep last night by the pool a secret as long as I possibly could.

I turned to go back to my room and yelped in surprise to find Nancy stood behind me.

“Sorry sis, didn’t mean to scare you,” she said with a chuckle. “Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I-I’m just tired,” I said. “I didn’t sleep well.”

“You look tired. No offense. Were you out late to the party?”

I almost blanched at her question, but then I remembered that she knew I was going to Steve’s party because I told her to tell mom and dad she had taken me there. There’s no way she’d know what happened there...I hoped.

“Not too late. I was home by curfew. Just couldn’t get to sleep afterwards.”

“Maybe you should go lay down for a while before breakfast.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but at that moment our mom called up to tell us breakfast was on the table. I looked back at Nancy and shrugged. I’d just have to deal with being tired all day. Luckily it was a Saturday, so I had no school and no responsibilities. I could just lay in bed all day if I wanted to.

The four of us sat around the table as mom put food on the plates and placed them in front of us. Everyone began to dig into their food, but my exhaustion mixed with my guilty conscious caused a lack of appetite for me. Even though it definitely smelled mouthwatering.

“(Y/N), honey, are you okay?” mom asked.

“I’m fine, mom,” I assured her. “Not very hungry.”

“Did something happen at the party last night?”

Please everyone stop asking me about the party.

“No, nothing happened,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “I didn’t even really participate in it. Parties aren’t really my scene.”

“Why did you even go then?” Mike asked.

“Maybe I don’t wanna be couped up in the house all the time like you, you basement dweller,” I retorted.

“Hey, both of you,” mom said in her stern voice.

I glared at Mike across the table as he returned the look. I swear, having a little brother is some sort of curse. I think mom and dad should’ve stopped having kids after they had Nancy and me.

I was still looking at Mike as I raised my glass of juice to my lips. My eyes wandered to the window behind him and I realized someone was looking in at me. I gasped at the same time the juice entered my mouth, causing me to choke and cough violently.

It was Steve.

I put my glass down and tried to get the liquid out of my lungs, glad that I was causing such a disruption that no one saw him slip around the side of the house.

“Sorry,” I wheezed after a while. “Sorry, it went down the wrong way.”

“Geez, you’re a wreck, (Y/N),” Mike said.

“Mike,” mom warned. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I’m good now. But I may go up to my room and see if I can rest a little or something. I definitely don’t feel myself.”

I dumped my food in the garbage and placed my dishes into the sink before bounding up the stairs to my room. I had left my door open when I got up, and I was glad everyone else was down at the dinner table because there was Steve, laying on my bed, which was directly by my wide open door.

I quickly rushed into my room and closed the door behind me, locking it for good measure. Steve glanced at me for a second before turning back to the wall of posters in front of him.

“I didn’t expect you to have stuff like that on your wall,” he commented. “Is that a Metallica poster? You listen to Metallica?”

“What are you doing in my room?!” I whisper-yelled.

“Well, I thought I was picking you up for a breakfast date, but then I saw you at the table with your family and I’ll be honest, I’m a little heartbroken.”

I ran a hand through my hair. I had to get him out of here before anyone came upstairs. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing him here, especially not Nancy.

“You have to go,” I told him. “You can’t get caught in my room. My mom will flip.”

“I’ll go if you come with me.”

He looked up at me with big, hazel puppy dog eyes. It was almost enough to get me to cave, until I remembered the concerned look Nancy had given me earlier and remembered the connection between her and Steve.

“I’m not going to breakfast with you,” I said. “Last night was a mistake, Steve. It can’t happen anymore.”

He looked genuinely hurt as he sat up. “What? Where did that come from? You seemed all for it last night when we - ”

“Yeah, I was,” I cut him off. The last thing I needed was for him to remind me of the events of last night while he was here, in my room, looking as handsome as always. God, this is a dream come true and I’m about to turn him down. I’m an idiot. “But when I got home I realized that we can’t keep doing this. For one, you’re my sister’s ex-boyfriend - ”

“(Y/N), I’ve already told you she broke up with me, not the other way around."

“I know that, but it still feels wrong to be doing any of this with you knowing the connection you have to her. I don’t want her to think I’m betraying her or something. As lame as it sounds, Nancy is my life long best friend. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“That doesn’t sound lame. It must be really nice to have a sibling that you’re close to.”

Oh my God, he’s making this so difficult by being so cute.

I sat down next to him, testing myself to see if I could be close to him without throwing caution to the wind and jumping his bones. I took a deep breath and forced myself to ask the question I was really wondering, “How do I know you’re not using me as a rebound?”

He looked at me in disbelief. I wanted to believe it was real, that he was truly shocked that I’d ever think such a thing, but my mind kept telling me that he could just be pretending. All of this could be pretend, although I really, really didn’t want it to be.

“You’d really think I’d do that?” he asked. The hurt came through in his voice and I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach.

“I don’t know, Steve. That’s the thing. I don’t really know you. I know you dated my sister. I know you’re the most popular guy at school. I know we had one conversation and it led to you eating me out and trying to have sex with me by your pool. That doesn’t exactly scream to me that you’re trying to have a relationship and not just get in my pants after my sister broke your heart.”

Instead of responding, Steve cupped my face and leaned into me. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, I felt his lips on mine again. It was a softer kiss than the night before; less lust and more emotion. I placed my hands against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against them. It was beating quickly, almost like he was excited or nervous.

It boosted my confidence quite a bit to know that I, nerdy (Y/N) Wheeler, could make popular Steve Harrington feel that way.

When he pulled away I almost pouted like a child, but stopped myself. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes.

“Did that feel like just a rebound?” he asked.

I bit my lip and shook my head a little.

“If you need more proof, I’ll do anything. Whatever you want to show you that this isn’t just me trying to get in your pants.”

“Whatever I want?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” he confirmed.

My mouth moved before my mind could catch up with them. “We don’t have sex for six months.”

The comment seemed to throw both of us off. That was far from what I had wanted considering the events of the night before, but after I said it, it did seem like a fair trade.

“If you want to prove to me that this isn’t a rebound, then you should be fine with waiting until we have sex for the first time,” I explained before he could say anything else. “And that includes no more oral, no handsy stuff, nothing sexual. For the time being, anyways. I may change my mind on those last few things.”

I was surprised when Steve answered with no hesitation. “Okay. You have a deal.”

One of his hands left my face to take hold of mine and to shake it. I giggled at the gesture.

“So, why don’t we start things right with that breakfast date?” he asked. “I parked a few houses down so your family wouldn’t see my car and start asking questions. I can meet you outside and we’ll walk there together?”

My empty stomach rumbled in response. Up until that moment, I had forgotten that I hadn’t eaten all day. I was hardly about to pass up food from anyone at this point.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there in, like, five minutes. I should probably change if I’m going out in public.” I had also forgotten I was still in my pajamas.

“I don’t know, I think the bunnies are cute,” Steve said, poking my fluffy pink pants with white bunnies on them. I batted his hand away, my face growing warm again. “I’ll meet you down there in five.”

He kissed my cheek again before quietly slipping out of my window. The moment he was gone, I quickly jumped up and grabbed a pair of jeans and the first t-shirt I could find. I brushed out my bed head until I was sure it looked presentable and hurried down the hall to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth. I was grateful I had done so before bed, too, so that I didn’t have horrible morning breath when Steve kissed me.

Mike was in the basement and Nancy had left after breakfast, so it was just mom I had to get past. That would be easy. Although mom could be strict, if I told her a believable enough lie she wouldn’t question it, or bring it up to Nancy.

“Are you feeling better, honey?” she asked as I came down the stairs and started towards the door.

“A little, but I remembered I told Holly I’d go study with her today,” I replied.

“On a Saturday?”

“Yeah, she has this huge test coming up this week. She’s super stressed out about it.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll do fine. Holly is a smart girl.”

“I know, but you know what it’s like to be stressed over school.” I kissed her cheek and even went in to kiss dad’s too, for good measure. “I’ll be back in a few hours!”

I rushed out the door before they could say anything else. Holly was my best friend and only lived about a block away, so I knew mom wouldn’t feel inclined to call her if I wasn’t home for a while. I just had to remember to call Holly and tell her the story in case mom ever asked.

Like he promised, Steve was waiting by the door when I came out. I couldn’t help but smile brightly at him, which he returned with his own smile.

He took my hand in his and led me down the street to his car. My stomach filled with butterflies as I kept glancing at our joined hands. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. I was actually going on a date with Steve Harrington, he was actually holding my hand, I was actually getting in his car with him.

If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

He took me to a small diner that wasn’t too busy at that time of the day. I was relieved for that as I hadn’t thought about the risk of someone who knew us seeing us together until that moment.

We were seated in a booth in a quiet corner of the diner and the waitress took our drink orders. As I looked over the menu, Steve started with the standard first date questions that always had to be asked.

“So, what do you like to do for fun, besides all that brainy stuff?”

I shot him a look before scanning the menu again. “You know, you’re not supposed to make fun of someone you’re trying to date.”

“Hey, I’m not making fun of you. I think it’s awesome that you’re so smart and into that stuff. I wish I was that good academically, or even just half that good.”

I looked up at him again to see he was being sincere. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. “You’re like the worst popular guy ever, you know. You’re supposed to make fun of the geeky math girl.”

“Maybe I want to break those stereotypes.”

We were silent for a moment, just looking at each other. The longer I spent time with Steve, the more I was surprised by the things I was learning about him.

“I guess I like movies,” I said with a shrug. “And reading, and music.”

“Yeah, heavy music. Seriously, are you really into Metallica?”

“Yeah, I really am. Their first album came out last year and I was really into it. Mom and dad hated it because they think it’s the devil’s music or whatever, so I mainly listen to it on my Walkman with my headphones on whenever they’re home.”

“What other bands are you into?”

“Well, you saw the posters on my wall; Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Kiss, AC/DC to name a few. I like discovering new stuff, so I’ll sometimes go to the record shop with Holly and see what’s new or popular and buy a cassette or two.”

“What about movies? What kind of movies are you into?”

“This will probably be less surprising, but I really like funny movies or romantic ones. Like Grease, The Outsiders, Valley Girl. There’s a new movie with Tom Cruise that just came out and I’d really like to see it because I kind of have a crush on him since Holly and I saw The Outsiders in the theatre a few months ago.”

“Is that the one where he plays the football star?” Steve asked. “I’ve been dying to see that one! Maybe we could go see it together.”

A second date already. Maybe this really is for real.

I couldn’t help the beaming smile on my face. “I’d love to.”