#a few other friends of mine also have had issues with this guy

[hiraethwrote]

VENT SESSION LETS GOOOO — you’re allowed to scroll if you don’t care mwah

i spend an ungodly amount of hours on this app, and i look at you as my friends so just want to let you guys know

i am also a very nosy person myself, so seems only fair i share my own situation. but if you don’t care about all this, you can just keep scrolling. i honestly don’t mind lol

anyways… a few weeks ago, i told you guys i was going through something that was kinda heavy — yeah my bf and i were going through some stuff and started seeing someone professionally… we broke up

there was an understanding that this might be outcome when we first opened up this can of worms, and there turned out to be a lot of underlying issues that both of us had refused to acknowledge

it was definitely a mutual decision. though it’s a hard pill to swallow, we came to the conclusion it was the best for the both of us

we want such vastly different things in life, things neither of us should compromise on. to me, life came at me a lot faster than i anticipated and felt like there were things left unexplored — and neither of us want to hold the other person back from what we want

however, this is a person i have been with for six years, a quarter of my life. there’s obviously a lot of shared history which is hard to let go of. it’s also so incredibly painful when we’re not splitting due to lack of affection and love for the other person, but because our desires and wants in life just don’t align

he is still my best friend, and because of how our life situation is, we will continue living together as we have been doing for the past three years (he only lives here half the time due to work), until i move across the country when summer comes. we’re also going to celebrate christmas together because it just feels right lol

i would say i am doing as well as i can… we are obviously on good terms, but this is probably one of the hardest things i’ll go through. it is the biggest heartbreak of my life. but that is really just a sign that the time we’ve shared together haven’t been a waste. we can be proud of the fact that we’ve been honest, faithful, respectful and kind throughout the entirety of our relationship, to the point where this is so hard even though it’s the right decision

obviously, i am very scared of the path that lies ahead. he has been by my side for the better half of a decade, and i have the privilege of exploring things on my own. it’s obviously what i have been missing in my life, so i am excited for what’s to come, but terrified of living a life he’s not going to be such a big part of anymore

but things are going to be fine. idk how long it will take, i am suspecting very long, but i know in my bones this is for the best for us both. so with time, i will be happy

and not to worry, i have a fantastic support system. i have incredible friends who are there for me. i am lucky to have a family who is not guilting me about leaving a long term relationship, despite also being sad. and i’ve learned i have a great community on here who has showed so much kindness, and i am so grateful <3

that being said — i am not planning on taking a break from tumblr lol. if anything, i am starting to get out of my writers block. this past week i have written more than i have the last month so that’s good! i think i might try and be a little more productive than i have been the past few weeks (at least i hope so, work is picking up again hehe)

not putting this out here for sympathy or anything, but just a little update. i am interested in the lives of those i follow, so maybe some of you are interested in mine

wishing everyone a nice weekend 🫶🏻 i got work in the morning (day after the breakup that’s fun)

[unlimitedgolden]

i swear this geezers been standing here since last night. log off bro

[girlz4jaem]

OUR PATHS | 04. civil coworkers (wc 0.5k)

TO say you didn’t want to go into the office today was an understatement. you were absolutely dreading it. how were you supposed to work with the guy that broke your heart into pieces? you weren’t sure. all you knew was that you had to suck it up, clock in, and let the rest of the day unravel on its own. there was no use in spending all your energy thinking about the what ifs.

little did you know, jaemin was also dreading going into the office today. he wanted to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible. he already felt bad enough that you had to face him at your dream job, let alone the fact that you were put on his project. so, in preparation, he got to the office earlier in the morning so he could nip the issue in the bud and talk to you as soon as you got to your desk.

while he waited for you to walk in, he found himself pacing the room—the anticipation was killing him. you caught him doing just that and froze up at the sight of him. he turned his head and made eye contact with you, noticing your shocked expression.

“good morning, y/n!” you walked past him to put your stuff down at your desk and just shot him a small smile back. he slowly followed you there, clearly not letting the conversation slip out of his hands.

“can we talk?” he asked quietly.

slightly annoyed, you replied, “aren’t we already doing that now?” you instantly regretted your tone and hoped he didn’t take it the wrong way. he gave an awkward chuckle back.

“you’re still as sassy as you were back then… i’m serious though. i know it’s unideal for you to be put on my project, i know this is your dream job, and i truly feel terrible about it.” your heart stung a bit, hearing his words, hearing him speak about the things he remembered about you, and the mention of the past. “and i feel terrible too about how everything went down with us. i want us to be able to productively work together and i’ll do anything to make you more comfortable with the circumstances,” he finished speaking and coyly waited for you to respond back.

“jaemin… i, i don’t know. can’t we continue to do what we’ve been doing these past few days, where we speak to each other only when need be? you stay in your lane and i’ll stay in mine type of thing?“ you suggested, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“if that’s really what you want, then of course. but i just feel like that’s going to make being coworkers harder. is it just me or am i the only one struggling with all of the tiptoeing and bending over backwards to get one simple task done when we could be freely speaking to each other?” he took a pause to see if you were going to answer, but you were still processing everything. he continued, “i’m not saying we have to be friends. i just want to at least be civil.”

you sighed, “i know, i know. i understand and i agree. sorry for being short with you earlier and for kinda avoiding you this week. i guess i’m just getting used to having to see you again.”

“civil coworkers?” he put his hand out, hoping you would too.

a small smile appeared back on your face. you took up the offer and shook his hand, “civil coworkers.”

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[zivazivc]

Did Les ever dated in the past? Also is he with anyone recently?

Les quit school really early, like 10-years-old early, and he started working soon after, so he didn't really have friends his age. That kinda puts a buffer on a teenager's social and love life. Though there was something that happened at a house party once, that was, uh... a bad experience, and it left him with a lot of issues. Also, partially because of this, he's not really someone who acts on his crushes. So he never dated before.

But at one point the band spent a few months in the same location (dunno the reason yet, but maybe they weren't getting enough gigs and they had to take up some part time jobs for a while), and Les developed a crush on a bartender at a nearby club.

She's the only OC of mine who's visually a bigger weirdo than Les, and he definitely saw a little bit of himself in her, and hoping for someone with some shared life experience, it's what initially attracted him toward her and vice versa.

So they had a thing going on for a short time. It never developed into anything serious because sadly they are very alike, which means they are BOTH morons who are shy about making the first move. And after a while they came to the agreement that they were better as just friends.

Floyd with his persistent crush was not happy about the possible romance at first, but he ended up being happy for Les, and he finally decided to give his hopeless longing a rest, since the only good it was doing was growing a rift between his and Les's friendship.

Funny enough it was Floyd backing down which allowed the two to grow closer. Les lowered his guard since he no longer had to overthink if Floyd would interpret anything he did or said as some kind of flirting or act of love, and he no longer had to brace himself for any uncomfortable romancing coming from Floyd either.

They were already good friends since the start but they became much more casual with each other and began to understand each other on a deeper level as years passed. As Floyd got older and more mature, and became an equal with the rest of the bandmates, it was actually Les who fell for him, hard. He didn't really do anything about it though, but Floyd eventually realized this and you know he did something about it. Though Floyd's crush had gone from looking at Les as this cool experienced older guy when he was younger to now seeing him as a shy innocent teddy bear compared to his lewd self ksjhdkjs.

So technically they became each other's first proper all-encompassing relationship. And by that I mean that besides the lovey-dovey obvious stuff, they were also best friends and helped each other grow a lot. Also Floyd by the time they got together, already started a habit of hooking up with strangers at parties, so being with Les forced him to slow down and progress through a relationship slowly and at a healthy pace for someone his age (since you can't really get anywhere with Les without a lot of patience). And Floyd got Les to become comfortable with opening up and talking about his deep-rooted feelings. They talked about issues they faced, many of which were related to Les's childhood trauma, instead of him just ignoring or suppressing it all. (Floyd also opened up about his own family trauma with Les obviously, but he talked about it even before they got together.)

The relationship, especially at the start, could still be considered questionable from an outsider's perspective, but so was the band's lifestyle in general. They were good for each other during that period while they were growing up and figuring themselves and each other out, which is what matters I think.

It was honestly mainly Floyd's undiagnosed bipolar disorder that made the relationship suffer toward the end of Floyd's days in the band. It created a lot of trust issues between Floyd and Les, and also Floyd and everyone else, heck it even made Floyd distrust himself, since he and none else knew or understood what was happening with him. This led to a lot of misery and anger that he mostly ended up directing at Les, and it was what eventually made them break up and Floyd leave.

[galactic-rhea]

how do you think anakin (or your anakin) would take clovis? i found those episodes to be really ooc😭

Oh boy, I knew this day would come,,,the day in which someone asked me about these awful episodes, thanks user @songspirits now this conversation won't have to wait any longer NKLJnjfdf

To quote a friend of mine that only watched the movies when I told her the summary of the Clovis arc: "I think Anakin would've asked padme to held her wig instead while she personally goes to fight that guy, the anakin i know at least"

Jokes aside, I'll have to break this down on a few points because there's just,,,a lot going on in these episodes (to be clear I don't intend to change anyone's mind in the matter, since i already know many ppl believe these episodes to be good for anakin's ehh,,,going-evil characterization). This will get long.

So first of all: The very first episode where Clovis shows up is just alright, could've been done much better but seriously I don't have many issues with it.

The problem arises with the new ones in season 6. The why I feel Anakin is out character in these episodes is because his very, very well known and yet somehow missinterpreted flaw is that he reacts with extreme violence, especially when scared, scared not for himself but for someone he cares about.

So him reacting badly and going directly for a bloody fistfight against Clovis wasn't the problem of the episodes. It was how he treated Padmé. Like, literally telling her he would leave her in jail if she kept mentioning Clovis, lmao. Also the "You have no say on this" yadayada. I think the writer for these episodes was probably taking their confrontation at Mustafar as a reference point, which...No, that shouldn't have been the case bc in Mustafar that guy literally turned evil (literally!) and he had lost touch with reality. And also the stakes were higher. And also his anger was completely different there.

But, at the same time, if I play the devil's advocate, I can see some...eh, explanations there. For example he had recently lost Ahsoka and one of his men, the War was on the third year, and Padmé was decidely working with someone that already almost got her killed once, and she wasn't listening to him. They didn't even actually discussed the situation very well. And when Anakin says that "as your husband, I ask-" he turns around and is completelly unable to look at her in the eyes, so it could very well be that not even himself believed that, he was mostly throwing onto the table every single card he had. And one could argue that there's no way he didn't hear/notice/sense/ whatever that Padmé wasn't okay with that kiss.

But even then, the writers were clearly going for your very average possesive-sexist-angry-jealous- boyfriend, which isn't Anakin's problem, like I said, his problem is how deeply scared he is of Padmé being hurt. So Anakin's main concern shouldn't be that he's being cheated on, but that Padmé could be hurt, and they kinda touched on that but they failed at portraying that well, and I think it's because:

a) This episode shows us an extremelly common trope in shows with many episodes and many one-time-plots: The classic add-another-person-so-main-character-gets-jealous-. And almost always this type of episode gets us very ooc characterizations, no matter the show, because this society usually can't see any other reaction that isn't angry-possesive-violent jealousy. He also treats Padmé quite badly even before she decides to keep working with him, which is a no-no for me.

b) The shows forgets that Anakin does, actually, has a lot of faith and trust in Padmé's abilities. Yes, he worries, a lot, but he still is very confident on her being a more than capable person. He doesn't want to keep her in a cage or something, part of the reason he's so in love with her is because of how capable and intelligent she is. In ROTS is different because he quite literally had a prophetic vision that proved to be true before, and there's very little to do in this case, it had nothing to do with abilities or someone else. Also, if AOTC tells me anything, is that they're fairly talktative aka they communicate fairly well. Even in previous episodes we see that Padmé is great at communicating and discussing (look at how she reassured Ahsoka when Ahsoka was worried about her. Or that little bit where she's concerned about a party.); in this episode there was none of that until after Anakin almost kills a guy.

c) I think they simply, and flatly, just wanted to show Anakin being dangerous and darker and have Padmé concerned and all of that. And what better way to show a man becoming evil than being a jealous boyfriend. Isn't like Anakin has already murdered a lot of people, amirite. This is a bit of a problem with the simplification of a character. If they're bad or becoming evil, they also surely must be hyper jealous and possesive, there's no other way.

TO SUMMARIZE: I don't think Anakin was handled well, at all. Because the episodes were rellying on a very basic trope, which needed them to break the characters to fit the cookie cutter. However I can see some attempt at deepness there. It's like if it was the characters pretending to be more cartoonized version of themselves, if you know what I mean.

HOWEVER,,,,that said, the biggest sin for me isn't Anakin being OOC...IS HOW PADMÉ WAS TREATED.

They seriously had to put her into a sexual harassament plot, only for it all to be about how Anakin is evil (tm), and not have her respond at all? They really had her to put up with a creepy rapey dude just because.....What is even the narrative trying to tell us at all, that Anakin was actually was actually right, but overreacted? The plot is so contrived, Lmao.

She was the one that got harassed and yet she had no say on it, she's extremelly passive in the whole arc (which we all already know isn't Padmé's personality, even Anakin tends to follow the narrative in more passive way than she does). Then they also had to have her on the trope of "If a woman is going to be a spy, then she must use all her goods and being a femme fatale", and then they didn't even made her fatale. They could AT LEAST give us a moment of her reflecting about having been lowkey assaulted? No? Huh,okay.

Also, Padmé is actually very good at, let's say, handling Anakin. Or more like, reassuring him/discussing stuff with him, and I say this because of bits of the novels I have seen. She's more self-assured and confident, and experienced with social stuff, she's definitely not naive, and can stand her ground fairly easily, and she knew what type of guy was Clovis, so yeah, it's just...she was badly written here, she lost almost all of her agency. I'm not saying it was her fault or anything, or that it was her responsability to calm down her clown of a husband, but it goes against what we know Padmé is like.

Also apparently throwing himself onto the void was Clovis' apology for...almost getting her killed several times, kissing her without consent, being a creep and also using her as hostage. You know, so he's more of a deep character, I guess.

The good points for this arc though, are:

° Ol' Sheev doing what Sheev does best, and actually having some interesting stuff going on, they should've focused on that.

° They (miraculously) remembered a bit of Anakin's and Padmé's actual personalities, and when she told him to back off and that she needed a time, he accepted her desires to leave her alone and looked like a sad wet cat, like Anakin tends to look like. Also thank god they had Padmé's behaviour being nothing like the one of what you would expect from a victim of abusive relationships (Anakin was making his ooc scene and she just looked like 'bitch,what the hell has gotten into you', she had the audience's response, which is 'anakin? what?', which at least tells us this isn't Anakin's normal behaviour at all, i guess?)

° Obi-Wan and Anakin talking a little bit. Also Anakin's room had a poster of the Boonta's Eve race, he also had a little ship-toy, showing us that Luke really takes after his father, lol.

°...Idk what else to highlight from these episodes 😭😂 Did I already say Sheev's scheming? Uhhhh,well, uhh, idk, Padmé taking Clovis to the opera in an attempt to get info from him is kinda ...Ironic.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting my childhood best friend a new friendship bracelet even though he has a girlfriend?

Basically my mom and her best friend got pregnant within a year of each other. As a result me and Dylan were raised as siblings. Our families are super close, spend holidays together, we've gone on vacations together, and Dylan and I have always called each other brother and sister.

Dylan's been dating Maya for the better part of a year. Maya is nice, but clearly has some feelings on me and Dylan being as close as we are. We've both explicitly stated there have never been romantic or sexual vibes between us, and I have made the hard choice to pull away from Dylan quite a bit to give Maya more room.

(For example I stopped our weekly hang outs, only really hang out with Dylan in a group setting, we don't hang out on FT anymore, ect.)

Maya is generally polite, but there's been tension and a few pointed remarks over the months. I know the girl best friend is pretty much a pariah in boy/girl friendships, so I've tried to just be as unobtrusive and respectful as I can.

Onto the current problem: Dylan and I have always had friendship bracelets and a few matching items. For example we have matching photos and photo frames from the holiday to Greece when we were little, we both have matching hoodies from a concert we went to, and one or two other bits. Its not a lot, but I guess it would all fill a small box if you put it together.

Dylan's friendship bracelet broke last month and couldn't be fixed. He put it away in a keepsake box but was pretty bummed about no longer being able to wear it. It took the whole month of scouring secondhand sites and ebay but last week I actually found one and was able to get it for him as a replacement. I gave it to him when our families met for dinner on Tuesday and he was super happy. He put it on immediately and hasn't taken it off.

We all met as a group to hang out today and Maya seemed a little...Vaguely annoyed toward me? When you can just tell someone's got an issue with you, even if they're not outwardly acting any different.

But she came with me when I went to the bathroom (as girls do) and as we were washing our hands she told me she was really 'surprised' I got Dylan another bracelet. I wasn't really sure if she meant in general or that I was able to find the exact same one, so I asked what she meant and she said she didn't want to be 'that girlfriend' but when the bracelet broke she was internally relieved, because she thinks its kind of inappropriate that we wear matching bracelets and have a 'claim' over each other like that.

She said she's been thinking about the future a lot more recently and she doesn't want anything 'held back' or 'obstructed' by my obsession with Dylan and the 'premade family' we have.

I'll admit I got annoyed by that, and immediately asked if she'd have an issue with me if I was a guy. She said I know that's different, and then one of the other girls from the group came in to look for us because we'd been gone so long and we kind of had to put it on a shelf for the rest of the day.

She text me a bit ago saying 'think about what I said.' Internally, I want to tell her to get a grip on herself, but I also know that I'm the girl best friend, and pretty much anything I do from here on out is critical and could make me the asshole. I also didn't want to hurt her or cause problems for Dylan, I was just trying to replace part of our friendship that's always been there.

AITA for replacing it? I can't exactly stop wearing mine (he'll ask why) or tell him to stop wearing his (again, he'll ask why) but honestly I'm also unsure of what to do now. Maya's the only one who thinks us being best friends is a problem, even our families know we've always had a sibling relationship and not one that might change to romantic.

What are these acronyms?

[theblue6ook]

Shit Interview PT 6

Summary: Bruce was really doing all of this to humor Alfred, and then he’d tell him it didn’t work out… or at least that’s what he is trying to tell himself. [B (23) & Y/N (21)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: This is the last part of “Shit Interview,” BUT it is not the last part for these characters. Basically, we’re going to be doing different series with them until they get together so stay tuned. Their whole story can be found in my “Out of My League” series :) Also, this is unedited so hopefully, it's good for you guys lol the next week I'll be a little MIA.

Bruce didn’t expect Y/N to be so quiet after their first encounter, and while she did have spice and a frankly entertaining competitive attitude after their run-in earlier, she kept to herself. She seemed like a pretty dedicated worker. She was organized and thoughtful. He hadn’t realized, but he hadn’t even eaten breakfast this morning, so the coffee and sandwich were welcome. The flowers she placed in his office reminded him of his mother. It was always something she did when they would visit his father at work. Bring flowers and breakfast. He wondered if she had done her research on him. 

He cleared his throught, “Can I ask why there are flowers in the office?” 

“I thought they were pretty,” Y/N responded from the other room. “Why do you not like them?”

“No, they’re nice,” he responded, admiring them. 

He heard some shifting and she appeared in his doorway not too long after with a few papers. “A friend of mine owns a flower shop. Dorthie’s. He’s pretty decent friends with Alfred actually.”

She laid the papers on his desk. It was his schedule for the next week, he wasn’t even sure he’d be back next week. After a few heated discussions with Alfred, he decided this would be a trial period. Not that Y/N needed to know, he’d had enough arguing with her to last a life time. By the end of this he can tell Alfred it didn’t work out and that will be the end of it. No more assistants. 

Y/N was having similar concerns about him not returning and though she cleared her end of the bargain with Alfred… she hoped he’d be back. She liked her job and no boss means no assistant. “You can let me know if there’s anything that doesn’t work for you on there. If you can’t come to something or you’re going to be late, or planning to, in your case, just let me know. I can swap things around.”

He looked pailer than the last time she saw him so she moved across the room and grabbed the pitcher she filled with water earlier, pouring him a glass. Her mind wandering, she looked over at him in thought. 

“Something on your mind,” Bruce asked without looking up.

“Can I ask you something?” She walked around the desk and placed the glass in front of him.

“Hm,” he said going through the documents.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” She leaned on the edge of his desk. What she really wanted was to catch a vibe. Who was her boss? Why was he the epitome of a human disaster? The press says he’s partying but he doesn’t even seem like he leaves his house. She was hoping to get his attention, but his eyes stayed on the pages in front, focused. I know what will get his attention. “They say you’re a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and I can get the billionaire part, but you haven’t really done much philanthropy recently.”

He scoffed, eyes still focused on the words in front of him, “I would argue Wayne Enterprises-”

“Obviously I’m not talking about your company I’m talking about you,” she strained. No dice, moving onto the next question. “Plus, have you even ever been on Playboy?”

That got his attention and he looked up at her with an amused smile, “Why? You going to go look up the issue?”

“I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” she admitted. “There are so many rumors about you, but they don’t even seem like they make sense. Unless you’re hiding like thirteen models in your mansion, I think you value your privacy more than you let on.”

That hit something. She could tell. He sat and looked at her quizically. 

“Speaking of privacy,” he smirked, mask back on, “thank you Y/N that will be all.”

She sat, a little stupid and embarrassed out at her desk. What was I thinking doing that? And on the first day. She really didn’t want to scare him off and her job literally depended on it. As much as she liked to say Alfred hired her, Bruce can do anything about it in all actuality, one word and he could have her ass on the sidewalk. Aside from the uncomfortable ending to that conversation, she still sat working, typing up the meeting notes and preparing a mass-email when Mr.Wayne stepped into the doorway, papers in hand. They looked different from the stack of papers she gave him though.

“Did you need something, Mr.Wayne,” she spoke without looking up from her email, giving him the same treatment he gave her.

“So, you were apart of the Martha Wayne foundation at Gotham Academy,” he smirked moving the papers into his right hand. Now that was a way to get someones attention. She looked up from her keyboard eyeing him and then the papers.

“Are you reading up on me?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” he repeated back to her.

Alright, I’ll bite, she thought. “Yes I was once apart of the infamous Martha Wayne Foundation.” She continued typing on her computer, trying to seem bored. 

“That’s for the best and brightest.”

“Mhm,” she replied.

“And now you’re my assistant.”

“Unfortuately.”

“Ha,” he snickered, “so how does the best and brightest become an assistant?”

You get cornered in a flower shop by two old men who can’t mind their own business, she thought. “Well if you must know my expertise was in engineering which I have geared away from.”

“Any particular reason why.”

“I’m not interested in it anymore,” she answered shortly.

“Hm,” he responded and then continued down his papers, “your record is clean so that’s good.” 

“Yep.”

“But Commisioner Gordan is listed as a contact for emergencies. You know him well?” 

“I didn’t realize you were a billionaire, playboy, philiantropist, and detective. You should add that to your list of qualities.” she finally stopped typing and looked up at him. “Don’t you have work to do I thought you were eager to leave at 3pm?”

He smiled, “I already finished reviewing the projects you sent me. I signed off on a few of them and have notes for the rest.” He handed them off to her.

“That was fast,” Y/N muttered taking them from him.

Shrugging on his coat, he went to head towards the door before abruptly turning around and looking at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Same time.”

He stepped out of the office, a slight spring in his step as she dropped the papers she was once holding. “Holy shit. I did it.”

-

Bruce stepped into the pick up zone dedicated for him and Alfred. Popping into the back seat, he looked at his watch 3:05 pm, right on time to work on his case. 

“How was your first day of work, Master Bruce,” Alfred smiled to himself.

“Please don’t mock me, Alfred,” Bruce smiled at him. “I need to be back here tomorrow same time.”

Alfred snickered and sat smiling as he pulled away from Wayne Enterprises.

“Alfred,” Bruce looked up at him. “Is there something amusing?”

“I told you she’d be good for you.”

“Stop it.”

“She’s quite a motivating individual don’t you think.” Bruce paused for a moment.

“She’s smart too,” Bruce thought back to Y/N’s slight psychological evaluation of him. “Did you know she was apart of the Martha Wayne foundation?”

“Well I did interview her Master Bruce.”

“Hm,” he hummed, “I hope she’s not too smart.”

“Excuse me sir?”

“Having someone intelligent work so closely with my schedule could mean trouble.”

“Don’t be dramatic it’s not like she’s following you around during your nightly escapades besides I think she’s good for you. You need someone to get you out of the house.”

“That’s what I have you for Alfred.”

“And that would be fine if you listened to a bloody thing I say,” he muttered.

“I heard that.”

@pank0w @moejoeflow @padsfirewhisky

[takumifujiwaraswfe]

HIIII :)) i saw that request were open! is it possible that i can request boyfriend headcannons for miyata from hajime no ippo !! , thank youu ^_^

(This boy does not have a single normal pic of his eyes I swear-)

Ichiro Miyata romantic headcanons

| PLAYLIST |(the first song is literally made for him)

(my fav Hajime No Ippo boy I waited for it. Sit comfortably it will be a long list)

You and Ichiro were classmates in high school. That's basically how you met, but you didn't talk to each other much before one... accident.

You always liked boxer boys. Who doesn't, duh? And well, your female friends found out and started shipping you with Miyata, as everyone knew that he is a boxer. Very hot one If I may add.

He found out about it and god it was awkward. He just stared at you.

But somehow you got yourself together to apologize him about your friends and that's how it all start.

You were walking from school together as you live near his boxing club. Except he ran few meters in front of you...

After few months you became really good friends. You were taking pictures of him sometimes as you were learning how to use your new polaroid. (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

One day it was raining really hard and after his practice he went straight to your house. Your parents were shocked at the least but let him in.

You gave him a towel and started drying his hair off as he was changing his bandages on his knuckles as it were all wet. He said that you're paying off a debt of having polaroids of him lmao.

You were soooo ashamed.

And he just kissed you.

Pure shock.

After that you stood in silence. He was laying on your bed, reading a magazine and you were trying to do your homework to keep your mind away.

Your mom went to your room to ask you both if you want something to eat and oh god how hard it was for Ichiro to explain his diet to her so she wouldn't think that someone is starving him or something.

After that you just sighed and went over to lay next to her. You never said those words, but you are together. He calls you his girlfriend next to his friends in class after all.

He's the type of guy that won't fight for you when needed. He'll teach you how to fight for yourself and then help you.

The high school it couple hellooooooo

You started running with him after school. Holding hands.

Comes over to you after his trainings and then his dad picks him up after.

Now you can take pictures that show a little more of his daily work if you know what I mean.

Takes you to his matches when he can.

You're learning things on each other and how the fuck he makes out with you so good at first try?????

Literally you hid in your room to try and he's randomly a pro????

Will braid your hair.

If he goes out with his friends. He takes you. Always. No exceptions.

You'll be just walking through some weird places (yk teen meetup spots) in the middle of the night with his friends? He's holding your hand. Non stop.

Will take you to urbex. In the night. Without his friends.

Will also make out with you in random abandoned buildings cus why not

WHEN HE WEARS THESE SHORTS THESE SPORT SHORTS IDK HOW THEY'RE CALLED BUT THESE PLAIN SPORT MALE SHORTS THE ONES THAT ARE LIKE ABOVE KNEE LEANGHT HDSUJGFSDKF OMGGGGG (these are my addiction I had to do this I'm sorry but just legs in them...)

holds your hand in school so there's not really any boy hitting on you, but if there were one trust me it wouldn't be good.

Not really jealous type of guy but a 'I don't like someone touching what's mine' type.

Will talk shit on other people with you. I think he's a type of guy that would gossip, but only with his girlfriend because he thinks that friends can always leave.

trust issues but in other people not you. You're the only person he trusts.

Takes you to his family dinners.

The type of relationship that even your teachers know about.

He says that he will marry you and even if you won't want to he'll make you cause it's you or no one.

Let's you pick his outfits because he knows how much you love his body.

He loves it too, yours as well. That's why he won't even let you stand near other teens that try out smoking or alcohol. No exception.

You fight sometimes obviously. It's not rare and it's not oten.

Typically either cause he want's you to be healthy and you don't do stuff to be healthy or over some teenage drama. The second one is rare though as he's a little bit more mature than rest of people your age.

10/10 boyfriend. Would recommend. Want one myself.

These one wasn't that cute but I really love teens will be teens trope and doing kind of south park/wladcy moch kind of vibes so soz I ain't quitting that.

[lee-laurent]

The Past - John Marino

Summary: The timeline of John and Tori's relationship

notes: This is like a prequel to 'Done Trying!' You don't have to read this part, but it gives background on John and Tori's relationship. How they got to where they are in the fic now. The part after this will be a continuation of 'Done Trying' so look for that in the next few days. Also, I do not want to hear any negative criticism about how I've written her depression. I have depression myself and this is how it manifests for me. It's different for everyone, so I don't want to see any hate. Your experience may be different than mine, but every mental health experience is valid.

content: angst, fluff, unplanned pregnancy, break ups, anxiety issues, arguments, birth (not super graphic), mentions of sex but no actual smut, depressive episode, body image issues, mentions of abortion

2019

Tori wasn't drunk by any means, just a bit tipsy. Her fake ID had worked and she was enjoying her night out with her friends. The bar wasn't particularly busy, but the girls were managing to make it feel like a party.

The group of girls all turned to look at the door as a group of rowdy men entered. They were all cheering loudly and patting each other on the back.

"Was there a hockey game tonight?" one of Tori's friends asked.

"I think so," she shrugged, downing the rest of her rum and coke. "I'm going to get another one."

"We'll be here!" one of the other girls giggled.

"Hi, could I have another rum and coke, please?" she grinned at the bartender.

"Sure thing," the man returned with the drink a few minutes later, placing it in front of her, "That'll be 6 dollars."

She reached into her back pocket, when a voice beside her stopped her, "I've got it."

She turned, looking at the man next to her. He was significantly taller than her five foot frame, with tan skin and unruly, dark curls he brushed from his eyes.

"Oh! Thank you," she grinned, taking her drink from the counter.

"I'm John."

"Tori."

"You come here often? Sorry, I know that's cliche as fuck."

"Ha! No worries, my friends and I come here some weeks. It seems your group of friends is making it a bit more lively."

"Hope we're not interrupting your night."

"Not at all. We were the only ones making noise before you guys showed up. You from around here?"

"I'm from Massachusetts. But I moved here for work. You?"

"Pittsburgh born and raised," she smiled, raising her glass up before taking a sip.

The couple continued talking for the rest of the night. Tori wasn't the hookup type though, so instead of going home with him, she gave him her number. Leading to a long line of dates, until he finally asked her out officially.

2020

The world had locked down. No more hockey. No more school. No more work. Tori had subsequently moved into John's apartment so that they would be able to spend time together during the pandemic.

"What're you making?" John asked, wrapping his arms around Tori's waist, tucking his face in the crook of her neck.

"Oatmeal cookies."

"Smells good, baby."

"How was your nap?"

"Relaxing. Would've been better if you were there."

"You know naps make me feel like shit."

"I know... but the bed feels so empty without you."

"God, you're cheesy," she grinned, lifting her hand up to run through his mop of curls. "You want me to trim these?"

"Mmm, not today. I like them long. Why? Do you not like them?"

"I love your curls, Johnny. So sexy."

He grinned, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"I'm going to play 'chel with the boys. Call if you need anything."

She nodded, turning back to rolling the cookie dough into perfect balls. She'd taken up baking during the lockdown. John kept telling her he was going to be out of shape for the next season if she kept it up, but he continued to taste test everything for her nonetheless.

Another month into the lockdown and Tori wasn't herself. She wouldn't leave bed, she was taking naps, and John could barely get her to eat. She claimed she was fine, but he didn't believe her in the slightest.

"Come on, baby. I made mac and cheese, your favourite," he tempted, sitting on the bed and running a hand through her matted hair.

"Not hungry."

"You've gotta be hungry. You haven't eaten since yesterday morning. And all you had then was a couple crackers."

"I'm not hungry. Let me sleep."

"You've been sleeping all day. Can you get up and take a shower for me?"

"Too tired."

"Tori, baby..."

She just rolled over, hiding her face in the duvet. He sighed, leaving the bedroom and going to eat the food he'd made... why let it go to waste.

"How's Victoria doing, love?" John's mom asked through the phone, worry lacing her voice.

"I can't get her to do anything except sleep. I'm trying, Mom. She just..."

"Do you know if she has a history of depressive episodes?"

"Yeah, one when she was in high school. But she said she learned skills to cope."

"Just be there for her, John. That's all I can suggest."

"Thanks, Mom."

Two hours later, Tori emerged from the bedroom. She was wearing the same clothes she had been for days and her hair desperately needed a wash to rid it of grease.

"Hi, baby," John smiled softly.

"Hi. Will you come take a shower with me?" she whispered.

"Sure, but first can you just eat a few bites of the food I made?"

"I... I don't know."

"Please, Tori. Just so I know you're eating."

"Okay."

She sat on his lap, picking at the bowl of pasta in front of them.

"Five bites and we can take a shower."

"Okay."

It took her 20 minutes to take those five bites, but she did it. The couple stood under the hot water of the shower, embracing the time together outside of their room. John helped her wash her hair and brush out all the knots. She forgot how nice it felt to feel clean. She turned in his arms, squishing her face into his torso.

"I've got you, baby. I've always got you. I love you so much."

"I'm sorry, John," she sobbed, "I've been a terrible girlfriend."

"Shh, no you haven't. You're just struggling right now. It's okay. We'll get through his together."

"I love you. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry. I just want what's best for you. And rotting in bed isn't."

She leaned up and pressed a soft, loving kiss against his lips. When she went in for another one, he turned his head, her lips landing on his cheek.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry," she cried again.

"No, no. I just... I'd feel like I was taking advantage of you. I love you so much, but I can't... do anything until you're yourself again. Okay?"

"Okay."

The next day, John helped Tori find a therapist online. Even going as far as to join sessions to learn how he could help her to help herself.

2021

Now that lockdown restrictions had been lifted slightly, Tori was thriving. She was going on daily walks and working on new coping skills to use when she felt that numbness creeping back in.

John was back to playing hockey and finally their lives had back some normalcy. A normalcy that had formed itself into a very... intimate love life for the two. There didn't seem to be a day that the two weren't having sex. Tori was pretty sure roadies were the only days they weren't falling asleep naked.

It was amazing, until it all came crashing down at the end of December. Tori had been feeling like shit for almost a week now. She felt sluggish and the sent of John before he showered after practice had her sick to her stomach. The idea of being pregnant though wasn't even a thought that crossed her mind. She had an IUD. They were safe. Surely it couldn't be...

"Do you want me to pick up a test, just in case? I know you said it's like almost impossible," John asked as he walked to his car at the arena.

"Sure, if it'll make you feel better. Pick up two, just in case one is faulty."

"Sounds good, babe. Be home in 20. Love you."

"Love you too, Johnny."

The couple stood in the bathroom, re-reading the instructions for the tests.

"I think it's self explanatory, John."

"I just want to make sure you're doing it right!" he swatted her hand away as she tried to grab the paper from him.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, sitting on the toilet with the stick.

"Yeah, just piss on it. Then we've gotta wait 5 minutes."

"Sounds good. You stayin' in here while I pee?" she giggled.

"I'll be right outside."

Peeing on the test was harder than she thought. It was like she couldn't get herself to pee, she was so nervous. After a couple minutes though, she'd put the caps back on and placed them on the counter.

"Come in, John. But I'm telling you, I'm not pregnant. Trusty old IUD keeps your sperm outta there."

"Maybe I've got really persistant sperm."

"I-" the timer rang. "You ready?"

"Yep."

At the same time, they flipped the tests, the plastic clattering against the sink as Tori dropped it.

"They- They must be faulty. False positive, right? Right, John?"

"I- is that a common occurance? I'll google it," he typed on his phone quickly, spelling half the words wrong, "There's less than a 1% chance of that, Tori."

"So? Maybe we're in that percentage. Did you even get good ones?"

"They were the most expensive ones! I just grabbed them!"

"They're wrong."

"Victoria..."

"Don't 'Victoria' me! They're wrong! I'm not pregnant! It's just a cold."

John rolled his eyes, "Can you at least go to the doctor? Get meds for your cold then."

"Fine! I'll make an appointment right now!"

"Perfect. I'm going to make dinner."

"I'm not pregnant," she whispered to herself as she typed in the number for her doctor.

"Is there any chance you're pregnant?" the doctor asked, staring into Tori's eyes.

"I have an IUD."

"I've seen it happen. Would you mind giving us a urine sample?"

Yay. Peeing into more things.

It didn't take long for the results to come back. The doctor entered the room holding a stack of paperwork.

"So, the urine sample came back positive for high levels of hCG. Which means you are pregnant."

"That's not possible."

"I know this is probably a lot to take in right now. I've written down some suggestions for a few OBs I reccomend. As well as some supplements we reccomend for the early stages of pregnancy. From the test, I'd say you're about three weeks."

"Shit. Um, sorry. Thank you. I'll, uh, call these numbers," Tori forced a smile, rushing off to get home.

"So? You are pregnant?" John asked, his eyebrow quirked.

"Yes. I just-"

"Okay."

"Okay? That's all you have to say?"

"What do you want me to say, Tori? 'Yay! I'm so excited to be a dad at 24!' Cause that'd be a lie."

"Stop acting like this is all my fault!"

"I never said that! I just... we've never even talked about having kids! This is all very sudden."

"How do you think I feel?! I'm the pregnant one! Now I have to tell all my friends and family that I got knocked up at 22!" she threw her purse down on the counter.

"You told me the IUD would work fine."

"Why are you blaming me? God, John! Grow up!"

"I should grow up?! You're the one yelling at me!"

"You're fucking infuriating!" she shouted, stomping off to their room. The door shut with a harsh slam, making the pictures on the wall swing.

"Fuck me," John muttered, grasping at his hair.

John slept on the couch that night, not wanting to deal with being yelled at again.

"We should talk about this, Tori," he offered at breakfast.

"Why? I'll just get the pregnancy terminated. You don't it."

"Tori... can we think about this? Make a rational decision."

"Why? Is getting an abortion not rational?"

"Not what I said. I just think you're still angry about yesterday, so you're not think rationally. We need to make a decision together here."

She rolled her eyes, "You made it clear how you feel."

"Did I?"

"Yeah, I think your words were 'I'm not excited to be a dad at 24!' So, there's our answer. You won't have to be," she sassed.

"Victoria, sit down."

"You're not my fucking dad."

"Stop acting like a child! Sit down!"

John rarely yelled at Tori, so the tone of his voice had her sitting right back down.

"Thank you. Listen, I'm not thrilled to be a dad right now, but I'm not telling you to end the pregnancy. I- we can make this work. I want you to make the final decision, but I won't be leaving if you decide this is what we're doing. I love you. And I support whatever decision you make. I will love that baby unconditionally."

"I... I need time to think about everything," she nodded, her lips pursed.

"I understand. But I really don't want to continue this arguing. I want us to enjoy our trip to Massachusetts. Not dwell on this and see our family."

"Okay, I have another appointment in January. You can come... if you'd like. I don't want to tell our families yet."

"Of course... I love you."

She sighed, "I love you too. No more fighting?"

"No more fighting," he nodded.

2022

Tori knew that nobody in the waiting area was judging her, but she felt judged. Her leg was bouncing, her nerves getting the best of her. She was filling out the paperwork that they'd given her. John placed a comforting hand on her thigh, trying to calm her.

"They're removing the IUD today. I don't know if you wanna be in there when they do it."

"I'll stay for moral support."

"Are you sure?"

"Why not," he shrugged.

Tori opened her mouth to respond when her name was called.

"Is your boyfriend coming with us today?" the nurse smiled.

"Yes, if that's okay."

"No problem! The doctor will be right in. We're going to start with the IUD removal. So if you could just strip from the waist down, she can get started."

"Do you want me to turn around?" John asked, taking a seat on the chair in the corner.

"No? Nothing you haven't seen before."

She sat down, throwing the sheet they'd.given her over her legs.

"Nervous?"

"A bit. It hurt to get in. People say it's worse coming out."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to hold your hand?"

"That'd be nice," she smiled.

There was a knock at the door, "We all ready in here?"

"Yep. Come in."

"Hi, Victoria! I'm Dr. Reese. It's nice to meet you!"

"Hi. This is my boyfriend, John."

"Nice to meet you as well! We're going to start with the IUD removal, then we can start chatting about baby. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Is it okay if John holds my hand?"

"Of course! Alright, scooch, scooch. Perfect. Take a deep breath for me."

Tori inhaled, squeezing John's hand. Her eyes screwed shut. A pained breath escaped her mouth. Even John squinted, watching as the doctor pulled on the little strings.

"And done!"

"Thank God," Tori whispered.

"I'll step out! You can throw your clothes back on and I'll be back in a minute with the ultrasound machine."

"You ready?" Tori asked John, buttoning up her jeans.

"Yeah," he shrugged, sitting back down.

John and Tori had discussed things the day before. They were keeping the baby. It was an emotional discussion. Talking about the logisitcs of the whole thing. Especially with her still in school and John playing hockey.

"Ready to see baby?" the doctor smiled brightly.

"Yeah."

"Mhm."

"Alright. I warmed up the gel, it shouldn't be too bad," Dr. Reese moved the wand over Tori's lower abdomen. "And here is baby."

It looked like a little blob, but it still made John's eyes water.

"So, you're about 6 weeks. Measurements look good. I'll want to see you again around 18-20 weeks. You can schedule that on your way out. Congratulations, again."

"You alright, babe?" Tori asked, noticing how quiet John had gotten.

"Hm, yeah. I just... I didn't think I'd be this emotional. Especially over what looks like an alien."

Tori laughed, "Don't call our baby an alien!"

"I'm sorry," he giggled, wiping his eyes, "But it does look a little like an alien."

"Okay... maybe just a little."

The couple left the doctors' office laughing quietly to themselves, their hands intertwined.

Six Months Pregnant - May 2022

It was three in the morning and Tori was sobbing, "You don't understand, John. We're out of pickles."

"I heard you. I just... I don't understand why you're crying."

"I need pickles, John," she cried.

"I- I don't know where to get you pickles at 3am. Everything is closed."

Tori pulled herself out of bed, storming into the kitchen. She dug through the fridge and freezer, trying to find anything that would help her cravings. She pulled a bowl of watermelon out of the fridge, digging in.

John sluggishly joined her in the kitchen, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'll get you pickles in the morning."

She just nodded, taking another forkful of melon. It wasn't as fulfilling was a jar of mini dill pickles, but it was helping. She couldn't even count how many jars of pickles she'd gone through during her pregnancy, but this was the first time they'd been out. It felt like the end of the world to her pregnancy hormones.

John loved Tori to bits, but the emotional rollercoaster of pregnancy was beginning to make him tired. He knew it wasn't fair and that she was going through much more, but lord was he exhausted.

"Do you want me to stay here? Or should I go back to bed?"

She shrugged, shovelling more food into her mouth. John sighed, coming around the counter. He placed a hand on her waist and one on her growing stomach.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Do you want to go back to bed?"

She hummed, taking one last bite. They shuffled back to the bedroom, Tori hugging onto her pregnancy pillow. John fucking hated the thing, but Tori couldn't sleep without it, so... he'd deal with it for the next three months.

August 2022

John had just been traded from Pittsburgh to New Jersey and now... it was time for their baby to enter the world.

"Ah!" Tori gripped her stomach. She was walking around the hospital room, waiting to be fully dilated. John was being supportive as possible, getting her more ice chips when requested and holding her hand when ever she felt a contraction. "Is it time yet?"

"The nurse said it could be a while, because it's your first."

"It's going to be our only. Holy shit! Why did you do this to me?"

John laughed, "I'm sorry, baby. You're the strongest woman I know. You've got this. Do you want to use the yoga ball again?"

"No! I just want the baby out of me!"

"And they said that the yoga ball will help that."

"Fine," she groaned, squatting down on the blue yoga ball. John smiled, watching as she bounced up and down, her cup of ice chips in her hand.

"They'll be back with the epidural soon. Then it'll be smooth sailing," he comforted.

10 hours later and she was finally pushing. She was squeezing John's hand so tight he thought it might break. But he tried to be supportive nonetheless.

"One more big push, Mama," the doctor smiled.

"I can't do it."

"You've got this, Tori," John whispered.

"I can't do it."

"Just one more push and our baby is here, love."

She braced, feeling the pressure one last time. She pushed and a wail filled the room.

"And here's baby boy."

"It's a boy?" John was smiling so wide, it hurt his cheeks.

"It is. Want to come cut the cord, Dad?"

He nodded excitedly, watching as they gave his son his first bath.

"Here you go, Mama," they placed the baby on her chest.

"Hi, baby," she was too tired to cry, but her son was so beautiful. He had a head of dark hair which explained the heartburn she'd had during the pregnancy.

"We'll be back in a bit to help you get him to latch. And then they'll be in with the name paperwork."

"Here," John smiled, unbuttoning part of her gown so she could do skin to skin.

"Riley."

"Hm?"

"Riley Alexander Marino."

"It's perfect, baby. Here, I'll hold him. You get some rest."

December 2022

Things were falling apart. The couple was arguing almost every day. Tori was struggling. She hated the way she looked and that feeling of numbness was starting to creep back in. But she wouldn't allow it, she needed to be there for Riley.

John was going through the hockey season and adjusting to a new team. He was barely home. And when he was, he was beyond tired. Not being much help at all. Night shifts were nonexisitant. It was always Tori getting up to get their son. John either "slept through it" or "was too tired from hockey."

Everything came crumbling down a week before Christmas.

"You're not any fucking help! Ever!" Tori yelled, throwing the burp cloth down on the counter. "I haven't left the apartment in days! I haven't been able to take a shower in days! All I do is take care of Riley!"

"Your his mom! Did you think you wouldn't have to take care of him?!"

"God! That's not what I meant and you KNOW it! Your his dad! When are you going to step up and actually do some fucking work?"

"I'm providing for us, Victoria! Would you rather I quit and we have no income?!"

"That's it. I'm leaving!"

"You're leaving?! Where are you going?"

"Anywhere that you aren't, John. I can't fucking deal with you right now. Call me when you've grown the fuck up and decide you actually want anything to do with your son," she stormed off to the bedroom, throwing things into a duffle bag.

"Victoria! You can't just leave! Talk to me!"

"I can leave! I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

"You- you can't just leave with Riley!"

"Sure, I can! Not like you parent him at all!"

"Victoria!"

"No! Fuck off!"

The screaming woke Riley from his nap and his wails soon filled the apartment as well.

"Great! Look what you've done!" John threw his hands up in frustration.

"What I did? You're so fucking immature. Stop acting like you're 12 and start acting like the 25-year-old you are!" Tori went to the nursery, grabbing some of Riley's things and putting them in the bag as well. She picked up her son, strapping him into his carrier. John was standing in the door, shell-shocked.

"Please, Tori. Just think about this. Please."

"No. I'll be back for more of our things in a couple days," she shook her head, leaving John all alone in the apartment.

March 2023

It was official. John and Victoria were done. Tori had gotten her own place and Riley went to see John every weekend. Slowly but surely, John and Tori were forming a friendship. They wanted things between them to be good for Riley.

And this friendship leads us to where we are now...

[hugsandchaos]

Creepy Conclusions

Summary: After breakfast, Wild brings up the issue with the slate and shows it to Danny. He seems just as freaked out as they are, but is it really for the same reason?

Also, they go shopping and start training.

Word Count: 4,394

“That’s… really creepy.” Danny said.

He looked up from the Slate and towards Wild.”And this doesn’t happen often?” He asked. He sounded just as unsettled as they’d been earlier that morning, which Twilight guessed was fair. He’d be freaked out to see himself like that, too.

Wild shook his head and pointed at Danny.

“It only happened with me?” Danny asked, probably just to be sure he was understanding correctly.

Wild nodded. Danny looked back at the picture of himself.

After breakfast, Twilight and Wild decided to show Danny the picture just before hitting the road to see if he knew anything about it. Time had mentioned that he saw Danny with something similar to Wild’s slate, but it looked smoother and was much smaller. Since they both make true-to-life images, Wild wondered if Danny would have any guesses.

After a while, though, Danny just shrugged.“Best I can come up with is a malfunction in the technology. My friends and I sometimes take pictures and they’ll come out a little off because of the light or some kind of malfunction, but to be honest, this one is the freakiest and most messed up one I’ve seen.” He said, pointing at the picture.

That wasn’t very comforting. Technology wasn’t exactly Wild’s strong suit. He knew how to handle the slate and what it does, but he didn’t understand how it worked. He didn’t even know which part was magic and which part was technology!

Since Danny was from a world likely advanced in technology, given that he has a slate despite being from a world is such little magic, perhaps Wild could lend it to him and ask him to look at it closer? If he could do that? Wild already tried everything he knew, but surely Danny could do something if he lended it to him.

“Wait, what about that theory?” Twilight spoke up.

Danny turned to him.“What theory?” He asked.

“A friend of mine, Shane, told me about this thing that happens between animals and monsters from different magical areas. The theory is that if too much magic can negatively affect creatures who’ve lived in areas with less magic, can a creature with less magic negatively impact things with more magic?” Twilight explained.

Wild doubted this explanation. The only thing that messes with magic he’s seen is other magic. Light and dark magic combat each other, thus they can make the other “malfunction”. He wasn’t sure what kind of magic his slate used, though, and Danny didn’t seem to be made of or use either of these magics.

“That’s how magic works?” Danny asked.

“Not really.” Legend spoke up. The three of them turned to look at Legend.”Magic can affect those less used to it, like leaving a mark or something permanent that symbolizes however it affected someone, but there’s no evidence on how the opposite can happen, so this might be a technology issue like Danny said.” He explained.

“Sooo, let’s just settle for a malfunction in the technology?” Danny suggested.

“Seeing as there’s no other explanation, sure.” Twilight said.

Danny nodded and turned around to get back to what he was doing before Wild and Twilight called him over. He knelt down next to his backpack and opened it to fish out a small metal can. It made a hissing sound and popped open. If it wasn’t for the birds screaming their heads off, Wild thought it would’ve been a pretty loud sound.

He redirected his attention back to packing up as Danny took a few sips of the drink, and the following conversation became something more of in the back of his mind, but not completely ignored. Months living by himself in the wilderness had given Wild the habit of paying attention to multiple things at once.

“How’s the injury?” Hyrule piped up.

”All good, thanks for asking! I’m ready to start whatever training you guys need to give me pretty much whenever.” Danny replied.

This was good news. The sooner they could teach him to handle himself in a fight, the better.

“We should get started soon, then.” Warriors said.

“Shouldn’t we also be looking for the shadow thing?” Wind asked.

Oh, right. Wild had completely forgotten about that thing for that morning.

If they had to keep moving to look for that black lizalfos, how were they supposed to also train Danny? Were they going to take more breaks to train him? They needed to get to that thing quickly, though. He finished packing up quickly and looked to the others.

They had just about finished and many of them were standing up, ready to leave. The only ones who weren’t were Sky and Wind, who were both looking around for answers. Danny likely had just finished the drink since he put it back in his bag.

“What if we just did it when we stopped for breaks?” Danny suggested.

“The point of a break is to take a break.” Sky said.

“Then we could try doing it before we head out every morning and then again in the evening.” Danny said.

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Warriors, who unsurprisingly looked like he was taking Danny’s suggestion serious more than anyone, gave a little nod.”I think it’s a good idea.” He said. He looked over at Time as if asking for permission. Wild was sure that Warriors would try to be the first to start training Danny, and probably be very strict about it. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, but he’d probably give the kid the most intense training sessions between them all.

”We’ll take turns between training him each session.” Time said.”And to avoid arguments, no one watching will jump in and try to say something.“ He added.

“Nice, so should we go ahead and start now, or later?” Danny asked.

Wild noticed Sky and Legend glance at each other.“You seem eager.” Four said.

Danny smiled and put a hand over his chest.“Thank you, I’ve always been passionate about not dying.” He said. He lowered his bag and set it down on the ground.

Wind laughed at his joke. Twilight raised a hand briefly.”I’ll go first.” He volunteered.

Wolf noticed Warriors’ face turn a little sour. If Wild was a mind reader, he’d sure he’d hear a bitter “Damn it” from the captain. Danny’s face lit up a bit, almost like he was relieved, and he drew out the sword given to him on his first day.

Wild walked a few steps back, just to be sure he was giving them space, and sat next to some of the others who took their seats to watch.

He grabbed the shield as well, and shifted his stance so he’d be quicker to move or hold his ground. Surprisingly, he was holding it correctly. Something told Wild that many people hold it wrong on the first try and it takes them a while to correct themselves, but Danny made it look like he knew what he was doing. Twilight did the same, and without further warning, he charged at Danny.

In a split second, the teen tensed up and narrowed his eyes. His grip tightened around the sword, but he didn’t move from his spot as Twilight closed the distance between them. Twilight swung his sword in an outward swipe, but Danny ducked and leapt to the side to get behind him.

He landed wrong because he realized midway that he was still holding the shield and sword, but he still moved quick enough to get back up before Twilight could turn around. Danny swung his sword in an outward motion and Twilight jumped back as soon as he saw it coming. When the ranch hand stepped closer and made an attempt to swing back, Danny brought his shield up to block it.

He stumbled a little when Twilight cut it, the sword making a clang against the metal, but retaliated by moving the shield and shooting his sword forward quickly enough to touch Twilight’s midsection. The ranch hand froze and looked down upon noticing the contact. It didn’t break or tear any of his clothing, but it was definitely enough for Twilight to notice.

The ranch hand looked up from the sword and smiled at Danny.”That’s was fast.” He said.

Danny dropped the serious expression and smiled.”Thank you.” He said. He pulled the sword away and looked at the sword and shield.”How are you supposed to roll with these things, though?“ He asked.

“Here, you roll like this.” Twilight said. Danny stepped to the side to give him room and Twilight dropped down into a roll. He adjusted his grip to hold his sword sideways so he wouldn’t risk cutting himself.

Danny copied Twilight. Or at least, he tried. The first attempt didn’t go well since he dropped his sword. Once he got back up, he grabbed the sword and tried again. And again. Twilight showed him how to do it again, and Danny paid closer attention to what he did with his sword. When he tried again, he got it right. He stood up, nodded to himself, and tried a few more times just to be sure he got it.

After that, he brushed dirt off of himself.“Okay. I’m ready to try again.” He said.

“Alright. This time, I want you to come to me.” Twilight said.

Danny did as he was asked and sprinted towards the ranch hand. Wild turned his head to look at the others and tapped the person closest to him, who happened to be Legend. The veteran turned to him and Wild began signing.

‘That was good for a first try.’

Legend nodded in agreement.”Yeah. Either he’s a natural, or he’s actually done this before. I think it’s the first one. You saw how he screwed up when he tried to roll? He looked so confused for a second.” He said.

Wild nodded.‘He’s learning well.’

Wind sat down opposite side of Wild.“You think we’ll eventually have two people spar him at once, or do you think we’ll find the portal to his world before that?” He asked.

Wild thought about it. It all depends on how quickly they find the next portal, and how long it’ll take to find the right one. It could be the next portal, or maybe the tenth, who knows? It could take days or weeks, maybe even a month or more! They’d probably be teaching him how to deal with two opponents at once before they find his world.

‘Teach him how to fight two monsters.’ Wild signed.

“Agreed.” Legend said.

“Yeah, I think so too.” Wind said.”I don’t want to get his hopes down.” He added.

“Woah!!” Danny exclaimed, drawing their attention back to the sparring match. He was now on the ground with Twilight pointing his sword at his neck above him. Twilight pulled his sword away and reached a hand out to help him up, which Danny gladly accepted. Once he was up, he grinned.”Going again?” He asked.

“Three more rounds, and then we’ll get going.” Twilight agreed.

Wild noticed Sky, who was across from him, pull out a small knife and an unfinished carving from his bag. The cook smiled a little, wondering what he was making this time.

~~~~~(After Training)~~~~~

By the time they were done, both Danny and Twilight seemed a little tired as they tried to catch their breath. The sparring didn’t take too much time, but it’d been fun to watch. Danny picked up on it surprisingly quickly and was dodging and evading attacks pretty well by the fourth round. The fifth round was the longest, and ended when Danny had managed to trick Twilight into striking a tree and getting his sword stuck, then get behind him and hold the sword above his shoulder.

They got the sword out, and Danny took a few tries to properly put his sword and shield back. He went to grab his backpack when Warriors and Sky approached him.

“Not bad.” Warriors said simply. Some wouldn’t think it was much of a compliment, but coming from a captain during a war to someone who just started learning, it seemed pretty nice to Wild.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before? You handled yourself pretty well!” Sky asked.

Danny smiled and nodded.”Thank you.” He said.”I’m sure the only experience I have in combat is avoiding being the target of some really angry classmate of mine. Fights sometimes break out in my school, and if you don’t want to end up being a meat punching bag, you need to learn how to get away.” He added.

Sky and Warriors glanced at each other. Sky remembered when Groose was a bully, but he didn’t recall Groose actually attacking anyone. He made empty threats and kidnapped his Loftwing, sure, but he couldn’t remember an incident where Groose, or anyone for that matter, attacked another person.“You’ve been attacked by classmates?” Sky asked.

Danny shrugged and picked his bag up, reaching for the side pocket with a water bottle.”More or less.” He said casually. He opened the water bottle and sipped some of it, then put it back.“I don’t usually end up getting hurt since people obviously get in trouble for it, and the few times I have gotten hurt were just a couple bruises that went away in a few days.” He said. The way he talked about it made it sound like a normal thing, and it shouldn’t be.

“Why don’t you fight back?” Warriors asked.

Danny’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed for a moment.“If I could without getting in more trouble than the person who initiated the fight, then I would, but the school system’s a mess.” He said. He sounded pretty irritated by the question, like it was that one obvious question everyone asked all the time with an equally, if not more obvious, answer.

“Anyways, are we heading out?” He asked. Danny was about to sling his bag over his shoulders, probably out of habit, but it hit the sword and shield and he quickly took it off. He settled on carrying it with his hand.

“Yes. We’ll be stopping by a store to grab you a bedroll.” Time chimed in.

“One problem.” Danny said.

Warriors turned to him.”And what’s that?” He asked.

“I’m broke.” Danny said.”I packed for a sleepover, not shopping. I pretty much have nothing, so it might be a waste of time trying to get me a blanket I can’t even pay for. Plus, I have a sneaking suspicion that we have different currencies.” He said.

“One of us will pay for it then.” Time said as he began walking, probably not wanting to wait any longer. The rest of the group started following quickly, but Danny seemed hesitant would what Time said.

“Are you sure? ” He asked. He didn’t seem like he wanted to cause trouble for them, but buying a simple bedroll wouldn’t put a dent in their finances.

Sky nodded.”Yeah, we all have wallets that hold three hundred rupees or more. A bedroll only costs anywhere between five and twenty, so no one needs to worry.” He said.

“Now come on, let’s not keep the others waiting.” Warriors said.

Danny smiled and started walking after the rest of the group.”Thank you. I appreciate it.” He said.

~~~~~(Three Hours Later)~~~~~

By the time the group found the village, Sky was up for taking a break, but he also wasn’t. It was one of those times where he was tired, but willing to go on without complaint a while longer. Not too long after they entered the village, the group started getting weird looks. Well, it was less them, and more Danny.

Sky never really understood why the difference between humans and hylians was so important in other worlds. Humans were pretty much round eared hylians, weren’t they? The rest of the group would agree with him that it was ridiculous to see someone refused service or given weird looks because they were one or the other.

Sky was hoping Danny wouldn’t notice the stares, but unfortunately, he did. He seemed to notice them pretty quickly and was growing uncomfortable. Sky noticed he tried keeping his gaze to the ground or focus on someone ahead of him, but he kept glancing around as if they were going to attack. Finally, he turned to Four.”Hey, did I do something? Why are people staring?” He asked.

“I guess they haven’t seen a human before?” Four guessed.

As they grew closer to the store, some of the group stopped outside, including Four. Danny paused at the entrance to keep talking. Danny raised an eyebrow as he walked inside the building.“What difference does that make? It just means my ears are a little different, right?” He asked.

Sky tapped his shoulder to get him to keep walking. It was rude to hold up the walkway.“To be honest, we don’t get it either. Some people are just ridiculous about it, I guess.” Four said. Sky went inside with Danny, Time, and Legend. The store wasn’t very big, but it wasn’t small either. Quickly, Sky spotted quivers of arrows, potions, and other items that would be bought by the locals and travelers, including some bedrolls on the other side of the store.

Legend picked one of them off the shelves and Time grabbed a blue potion and red potion. Legend walked to the counter with the shopkeeper standing and waving at him. The two began exchanging greetings and talking, but Sky ignored it and looked at the nice wooden carvings next to him. There were wolves, bokoblins, goats, mushrooms, but his favorite were definitely the birds.

The tiny birds down here were adorable! Sky often wished he could hold one in his hand or carry a bunch around in his arms. When Twilight called down a hawk using a blade of some weird looking grass, Sky gasped and wanted to hug the beautiful creature so badly! Alas, the bird only let him pet him, but he still had a lot of fun doing that and noticed a gratitude stone above his head once he was done.

Sky practically begged Twilight to teach him how to do the same, and the ranch hand happily obliged. First, he was given a gauntlet to protect his arm since hawk talons were very sharp. Then he struggled with the plant for what felt like hours, but it paid off seeing a hawk come down and land on his arm. Sky was speechless and couldn’t even compliment the bird’s beauty until it was already gone.

One day, he was going to make a perfect mini wooden sculpture of a hawk. He just had to keep practicing.

“Hey, Danny, do you like birds?” The words left Sky’s mouth before he even realized it.

Danny was still next to him, thankfully.”Yeah, they’re pretty cool. One of my best friends loves all kinds of animals and tells me a lot about them, including birds. I like crows and ravens the most, they’re pretty smart!” He replied.

Sky turned away from the carvings and looked at Danny. From what he’s heard from the others, crows and ravens are birds with dark feathers and are typically rude since they always start to swarm them as soon as they see them.“Really?” He asked.

“Well, compared to most animals, yeah. They tend to recognize people’s faces and mimic them, so sometimes when I go to where I usually find them, they’ll say “hi” or “how are you”?“ Danny replied.

Sky’s eyes widened. Screw the others’ warnings, he wanted to meet them immediately.

“Where can I find them?” Sky asked with a hint of urgency. Danny snickered at his excitement, but before he could answer, Legend called him over.

“Danny!” He called out.

“Be right back.” Danny said to Sky, then walked over to Legend. Legend gave him the bedroll and Danny thanked him. Time had walked over and was paying for his potions, so Danny and Legend walked over to Sky, ready to leave.

“Dude, these are much softer than I expected.” Danny said, holding the bedroll. He was flexing his fingers over the fabric and then scrunching them up in a slow motion that oddly reminded Sky of a cat.

“Glad you like it.” Sky said.”So, about the crows?” He questioned.

“Oh, right! Crows and ravens will tell others if you’re nice or not, so don’t be like Dash and be nice.” Danny said. He dropped his voice and looked out into a distance that wasn’t there.”He threw a rock at one and was chased by every single crow in the area every time they saw him for weeks. Those birds hold grudges.” He said.

“Come on, let’s not hold the entrance.” Legend said.

He went outside and Danny and Sky followed. A minute later, Time joined them.

“Alright, let’s head out.” Time said.

~~~~~(Four Hours Later)~~~~~

So far, everything was going better than expected. Wild’s world was typically full of fights with monsters, but they hadn’t encountered anything so far. Honestly, it was a bit unnerving, but Four wanted to appreciate what peace they had before the fight that was sure to come.

Twilight and Wild both led the way, with Wild’s knowledge of the landscape and Twilight’s ability to pick up on the lizalfos’ trail. He’d gone off and changed to wolf form again, and Danny seemed hesitant to continue without the ranch hand not knowing he was right there, but they reassured him that Wolfie would find him again like always.

Time and Warriors were in the back, leaving Four, Legend, Wind, Hyrule, and Danny in the middle. Danny had tucked the bedroll into his bag, which seemed rather full now as he carried it in his hands. The walk had been mostly quiet, with the exception of the local wildlife. Something Four couldn’t help but notice was that Danny seemed much calmer than yesterday, and he was finally looking around more.

The other day, he’d been mostly staring off into the distance. Especially during lunch, he didn’t seem all there. Probably realizing the likelihood of returning home wasn’t as high as he thought.

Now, though, he was looking around more. Occasionally, he’d stare at something until he passed it, and Four recognized some of them as mushrooms or other plants that had magic in them that can causes various things to happen when consumed. If magic is so rare as to be considered nonexistent to most of Danny’s world, then he’d probably never seen them.

It was nice to see him more curious about his surroundings.

Suddenly, Wild stopped and raised a hand. The whole group stopped as soon as they saw the signal. Wild pointed ahead of them and move a branch for them to get a better look. Four, thanks to his cursed height, had to move to the front to see what was going on.

“Bokoblins.” He said. He turned to look at Danny.”You should wait here.” He said.

Danny opened his mouth, probably to argue, but Legend spoke up.”I second that.” He agreed.

Warriors began walking towards the front and reached back for his sword.”Third. You just started learning.” He said. Danny didn’t look happy, but he nodded.

“Alright, you’re the experts.” He said with a hint of reluctance.

“Do you need everyone’s help?” Legend asked.

“No, there’s not too many. We’d probably only need two or three people.” Warriors said. Twilight took a few steps forward, showing that he was volunteering. Wild reached for his sword and drew it out.”We’ll be right back.” Warriors said. Then, they burst out of the shadows of the trees and into the clearing.

Four soon heard the bokoblins growling and calling out for others, but he ignored it and looked back to Danny. Wind smiled and patted him on the back.”Don’t worry, you’ll get there soon.” He said, holding back a laugh.

“I hope so. Feeling helpless is the worst.” Danny said dramatically. Wind laughed at the half joke.”Maybe after a day or two, I’ll be able to help?” He asked.

“That depends on how well you do.” Time spoke up. Danny turned around to look at him.”And some fights might still be too much for a beginner. I get that you want to help, but you shouldn’t overestimate yourself or get too confident. We’ll see how you do.” Time said.

“I wish I could argue with that.” Danny said.

“All clear!” Warriors called out. Four moved a branch and looked outside. The field was pretty small compared to most Four had seen, and the watch towers the bokoblins had built were coming down. The last few bokoblins exploded and the red smoke disappeared. However, he noticed that there was something black on Warriors’ and Wild’s swords.

Four stepped outside and did a short sprint towards Warriors, who was closer.“Black blood?” He asked, just to confirm incase he didn’t see it correctly.

“Yeah. Wolfie did some distracting and was careful not to bite. We still don’t know if it’s poisonous or not.” Warriors said. Wolfie appeared from behind a downed boar and walked up to them, followed by Wild, who was likely harvesting some meat. Four heard the others coming up from behind and turned around.

“So we’re on the right track.” Legend said. Danny looked at the black blood on the sword. He didn’t look too surprised, which Four found odd, but he brushed it off. Given how much his world has turned upside down, this probably wasn’t the craziest thing these past few days. Wild pulled up the slate and poked it a few times before turning it around to show an image of a meal.

“Yeah, I’d be up for lunch.” Legend said.

“Me too!” Wind chimed in.

Wolfie barked, and Warriors reached into his bag to pull out a small cloth and begin cleaning his sword.”I could eat.” He said.

“Would be a shame to waste this fire the bokoblins have set up. We’ll stop for lunch and continue.” Time said.

The group began walking towards the fire and Wild looked at Danny in silent question, but he shook his head.”Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” He said.

“You may not feel hungry right now, but you will later. Eat something.” Hyrule said.

Danny looked like he wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut and followed them them while Wild began working on the food.

~~~~~(Meanwhile)~~~~~

Tucker cupped his hands in front of his mouth and exhaled into them. For a split second, he could feel warmth through the cold and rubbed his gloved hands together.”We really need to make better suits.” He said.

Sam continued walking, following what she thought to be footsteps of one of the ghost yetis of the Far Frozen. The snow was very deep, and every step felt like an exhausting task, but they had no choice. Their ship would only carry them so far into the cold before it had to stop or it’d freeze up when left alone.”You’re telling me. I’m wearing three layers, and I’m still cold.” She said.

“Three?! I’m wearing four! Maybe that’s why you’re so cold!” Tucker exclaimed.

Sam paused and turned around.”Four layers? How are you still moving?” She asked. Three layers felt irritatingly restricting enough, four sounded like a nightmare.

“With how cold it is, I probably won’t be for much longer.” Tucker said.

Sam rolled her eyes. Tucker could always just turn around and go warm up in the ship if he wanted, she wasn’t going to stop him. Just ask that he use the communicators they have to call her so she knew he got there safe. Sam looked at the tracks. She really hoped that they brought them to the village. It was starting to snow, and the weather forecast didn’t exactly cover the Ghost Zone, so who knew if it was the beginning of a blizzard or not?

She looked up ahead and squinted her eyes to try to see farther. She and Tucker heard from Danny that the Far Frozen had forests, but he hasn’t mentioned how surprisingly dense the place was with the dead looking foliage combined with literal tons of snow decorating the area. The tracks led forward and took a left turn around a bunch of fallen trees.

Sam put her hands up, pulled the snow mask covering her mouth and nose, and cupped her hands next to her freezing mouth.”HELLO?” She called out. Her voice echoed through the area. There was no response, but already, the cold was starting to make her face feel even worse, so she pulled the mask that was slightly damp from her breath back on.

“Sam!” Tucker scolded. He made a short sprint through the snow and stopped next to her.”We don’t know what else is out here!” He said.

“We’ll be alright. Even if something comes after us, we’re not helpless. We brought weapons, remember?” Sam said.

A deep, low growl interrupted them. Both froze and looked to where it seemed to have come from. It came from the left, around the fallen trees, where the footsteps were leading.

For a moment, everything seemed quiet. Even the wind, which had made continuous noise the whole time they’d been there, fell silent. Sam and Tucker would be lying if they said it wasn’t unsettling. Sam was the first to move, taking a slow step forward.”IS SOMEONE THERE?” She called out.

“No. It was the wind.” Tucker said sarcastically.

Another low growl stopped whatever banter they would’ve had dead in its tracks. This time, it was followed by a heavy thud. Then another. And another. It was repetitive, like footsteps. Sam reached for the ghost gun and was quick to aim it in the direction of the thudding as it grew louder and closer. Tucker grabbed his own weapon and held it at the ready.

One of the thuds was combined with a crash or a crunch. It sounded like wood being crushed under something heavy. The two moved a little closer together. The next time they heard this combination of sounds, Tucker saw an old log on the forest floor being crushed by what looked like a leg, but it had the same coloration as the trees.

“There!!” He called out, aiming his gun at the leg and firing at it. There was a howl of pain, and a distant boulder turned to look at him.

No, it wasn’t a boulder. Boulders don’t have blank white eyes, or necks, and they weren’t shaped like the skull of a cat. This was the head of something, and whatever it was, it was angry now. The leg that was shot now had a large, gaping hole that was leaking ectoplasm. The creature looked at the injury, then back at the two humans.

“I think I made a mistake.” Tucker said nervously.

“You think?!” Sam scolded.

The creature roared and began charging at them. Tucker fired another shot aimed for its face while Sam aimed for one of its other three legs. Sam missed, and Tucker barely grazed the tip of the skull. Sam’s second shot hit its target, and the ghost stumbled, but it righted itself quickly and kept going.

It closed the distance between them before the pair realized it and used one of its front legs to pin them both down on the ground. They sunk a few feet into the snow and their vision was limited by the snow around them, forcing them to focus on the ghost monster as it lowered its head and growled.

“Ugh, dude, breath mint!” Sam said. She hadn’t actually meant to say it out loud, but she wasn’t wrong. Its breath reeked of death.

The ghost growled louder and raised its head. It opened its maw, revealing a second of teeth hidden in the mouth. It slowly lowered its head towards them. Sam and Tucker both tried moving around, but with tightly packed snow around them and a heavy leg that felt like it was crushing their ribcage above them, they couldn’t move much.

“Let us go!!” Tucker demanded.

Suddenly, the ghost cried out in pain. It lifted the leg that was holding them down as it turned to see whatever had hurt it. With the weight gone, Sam and Tucker scrambled to get up and try to get out. The ghost howled again and turned around. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

“Oh, thank God.” Tucker said.

“Yeah.” Sam panted.”Let’s get out of here.” She said. She looked at the snow around her. It was almost as tall as she was, she could just barely poke her head above the snow.

“Need some help?”

Both humans turned at the sound, except this time, they weren’t scared to hear it. They were relieved. More than relieved, really!

Frostbite dug his large paw into the snow and let them use it as a sort of stairway or ladder for them to climb out without struggling through the snow.“Frostbite! We’ve been looking for you!” Sam exclaimed.

Frostbite smiled.”You have? Well, I’m hear now after I heard you shouting, so how can I help you?” He asked.

“It’s about Danny.” Sam said. She glanced over at Tucker and noticed he was shivering more than she was.”And we were also about to start looking for shelter. Does your village have room for two more for a bit?” She asked.

Frostbite nodded.”Of course it does! Follow me, we just finished making extra blankets.” He said.

(*Throws this and runs back into my hidey-hole*)

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 19)

Hello, and welcome to part fucking 19 of Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics. Good lord, how the hell have I gotten to 19 of these?? I cannot believe!!!

As always, thank you all so much for all of the love you continue to show this little series of mine. I never really expected any of these posts to get more than a passing notice from anyone, so to see that so many of you have liked and shared this series is honestly kind of mind boggling but also pretty cool. Because I just want everyone to read these stories, ya know? Like, I really love all of these fics that I'm recommending. I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said that I re-read these fics all the time. I love these stories, and I want others to love them too.

I won't go on some of the crazy tangents that I do IRL, but I fucking love fan fiction. I truly believe that a good chunk of the world's more trivial issues could be solved by people simply getting into the right kind of fanfic for them. Because there's really something out there for everyone so long as you're willing to look for it, and I just think that is the coolest thing, you guys. It's just the bees knees. So to be able to share these lists of my favorite Sterek fics has been such a fun and fulfilling endeavor, and I am glad to have been able to share it with you all.

Okay, enough sap from me! I have admittedly imbibed a bit before writing this up, so I am a little bit in my head right now as well as in my feelings.

I hope you're all having as good a day as you can, if not a great one.

Smoochies and squeezies!

List and links to previous parts below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Family Day by klutzy_girl (T | 1/1 | 2,447)

Derek and Stiles spend the day with Stiles' (and Scott's) younger sister and come to a few realizations.

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You aren't broken by GreyHaven (G | 1/1 | 4,339)

Derek doesn’t understand sex. Well, no, that makes him sound innocent and sheltered and he isn’t either of those things.

But he doesn’t understand the appeal of sex.

The one in which Derek thinks he's broken and tries to break up with Stiles. Stiles doesn't let him and insists on an open conversation which leads to Derek realising he's not broken, he's asexual. But can Stiles accept that?

(Spoiler alert: of course he can.)

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and the wild things roared their terrible roar by hoars (E | 1/1 | 4,905)

Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he's a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon).

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Show Me Your Igloo and I'll Show You Mine by DiscontentedWinter (E | 1/1 | 4,943)

Stiles is finally going to meet the online friend he's had for years.

Instead, the hottest guy in the world walks in.

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that boy is a monster series by hoars (3 works | NR-M | 6,840)

1. monsters steal me away (M | 1/1 | 1,720) There’s a monster in the forest that has taught Stiles to lie and to love. 2. no secret stays secret (NR | 1/1 | 2,558) John follows Stiles into the woods one night. 3. my ghosts approve (NR | 1/1 | 2,562) (optional) Derek loves all his past loves because they all taught him how to love Stiles best.

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Run Wild and Free by greenleaf (T | 1/1 | 6,991)

Derek is a police officer, just recently moved to Beacon Hills, and possibly nursing a crush on the really hot, really powerful doctor with the twin sons.

(Or a story that was almost titled, 'I'm Quite Fawn'd of You, My Deer' but I stopped myself and I don't know why.)

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Do It For The Vine by crossroadswrite (G | 1/1 | 7,108)

“Tammy,” he calls her to attention and his baby daughter turns her sweet hazel eyes to him. “Do you want to go to the skate park tomorrow?”

Autumn gasps and twists until her bony knees are digging into his thighs.

“Daddy,” she says very seriously, placing both hands on his cheeks and looking him in the eye. “Don’t play with my emotions, daddy.” . (OR: in which Derek's daughter gets a skateboard and a cute guy teaching her tricks and Derek just gets the cute guy.)

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The Jackass in the Camaro by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (G | 1/1 | 7,237)

To the guy I splashed with water on First and Crown on Thursday, February 27th around seven at night: I am an a**hole. I’m sorry. I was being an impatient driver, and I just wanted to get home, and I cut off the bus to get there faster. I didn’t mean to soak you with rainwater, and I am truly sorry for doing so. That was a total d*ck move of me. With regrets, The Jackass in the Camaro.

Stiles had to re-read the notice four times before he honestly believed he was seeing it with his own two eyes. He’d gotten splashed by rainwater on First and Crown on Thursday around seven while waiting at a bus stop because of an impatient Camaro driver cutting off a bus.

Like, that was actually a thing that had happened. This was a real thing.

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The Plan for Healthy Eating in the Stilinski-Hale Household by inhystereks (G | 1/1 | 8,100)

Melanie burst into tears, screaming about how she didn’t want their daddy to die while Greg tried to comfort her, sending his own anxious glances Stiles’ way. Elena grilled Addie and Clary about whether they knew for sure. The twins started listing examples from their textbook. Ian turned to Derek asking if food could really hurt humans while Kevin turned to Stiles and begged him not to kill himself by eating too many curly fries.

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children of the bad revolution by hoars (NR | 1/1 | 9,506)

Far away and long ago, the only companion Derek has, the only friend and enemy he's known since he was young, is the chain.

Then Stiles happens.

Then the crows.

Then the end of the world.

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to build a home by elisela (T | 1/1 | 13,021)

“You realize you’re at least ten grand over budget on Stiles’ house, don’t you,” Allison says, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s a question or not. “You better hope this works out because we can’t afford to build an entire house for everyone you want to date.”

He doesn’t bother denying it. “I’m going to do a lot of the demo and installation myself,” he says, leaning over her to cross off some of the numbers she’d written down. “It’ll work out.”

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A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs (G | 1/1 | 14,980)

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

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This Kind of Luxe by sugarybowl, weathervaanes, wishingonalightningbolt (E | 1/1 | 15,113)

As they have for almost every US President since the 1910s, the Prime Minister and the royal head of their country pay a visit to the United States after inauguration. Which is why, when President Jonathan Stilinski is elected into office, Queen Talia Hale of Norland plans their trip.

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Prince Derek and First Son Stiles. Gooey, ridiculous romance ensues.

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Good for you by lilysaid (E | 1/1 | 16,768)

Completely by chance, I saw a "human boyfriend for werewolf roleplay" ASMR video on YouTube and thought 1. Stiles would totally do something as reckless as making an ASMR channel for werewolves 2. He would be really good at it and 3. It would definitely blow up in his face.

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No Other Love by Idday (T | 1/1 | 18,745)

And maybe it’s irony, or the universe at work, or maybe it’s just Derek Hale’s shitty luck, but that’s when, at that exact moment (as Stiles will swear later), there’s a knock on the door. “Laura?” Derek breathes in disbelief, and Stiles feels his own face fall into confused slackness. Because the girl standing in the doorway? The last time Stiles had seen her—or, well, half of her—she’d been very naked, and very, very dead. “Hey, baby bro,” she says with a grin. ... OR: The one where Laura comes back from the dead, and it turns out to be bad for Stiles, because he’s suddenly spending a lot of quality time with one of the coolest people he’s ever met, and her brother. The guy that he might be just a little in love with. He's not okay.

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Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (E | 1/1 | 27,019)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

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The Weight of an Enchanted Heart by PalenDrome (nerdherderette), 1jet2unknown (E | 1/1 | 31,590)

Marriage to the shape-shifting Alpha King of Lunansholt wasn't on Stiles' bingo card. His magic had other plans.

[excerpt]: Stiles entered Derek’s chambers, slamming the door behind him. “What did you do with my things?”

“These things?” Derek asked, waving his hand with an arched brow.

Stiles gaped when he saw his books lined neatly on Derek’s shelves. His trunk was in the corner, many of his clothes were visible in the partly open wardrobe, and the cloak he’d brought from home hung neatly on a hook.

“It would have been nice if you asked first.” A quick sweep around the room found only one bed. “Where am I supposed to sleep?” he asked, frowning.

“We are married now, Stiles,” Derek said after a moment. “We sleep together.”

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No Mercy by Gia279 (M | 24/24 | 24,743)

The story of the Boy King was this: when he was sixteen, the Stilinski kingdom was at war with the Novak kingdom. King John was on the front lines with his soldiers when his teenage heir came to check in with him. The king was struck down in a nighttime attack, in front of the boy. The boy took up the king’s dropped sword, mounted his war steed, and slaughtered the enemy forces.

When the remaining soldiers surrendered, he cut them down with his father’s sword and returned home a boy king with a bloodstained reputation.

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Salty Sweet by secondstar (E | 11/11 | 46,478)

Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That's where it all starts.

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Call Me (Cliché) by orphan_account (M | 18/18 | 84,649)

When the sheriff's sister ends up in a wheelchair for the duration of summer, Stiles' dreams of three months full of pack bonding, late-night video games and bro-time with Scott come crashing down. He's temporarily relocated to Redford, a three hour drive away, and he can already tell he won't be getting many visitors.

Sure the pack will forget about him while he's gone, Stiles is determined to make the most of his summer of isolation, training his body and mind - and his magic - so he can come back with a bang, and maybe catch a certain Sourwolf's eye.

Then Derek shows up at his window one night with a flimsy excuse about needing research done. Suddenly, his summer away is looking a whole lot more interesting.

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[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 47

After the group had something to eat, Loki and Chris went along to the station afterwards to see if they could get any information on the body found.

Claire and Louise went back to Claire and Loki’s place to wait for them.

‘How are things going at work? Are you still getting issues with that new one?’ Claire asked as they sat down in the living room with Bat.

‘Issues is an understatement. I swear my stress levels are getting higher and higher every damn week.’ Louise sighed.

‘How is she still working there? Surely they know by now it’s her that's causing all the numbers to not add up?’

Louise shrugged. ‘I have a feeling she must be related or a friend of the owner. There’s no other reason for her to still be there. Honestly, Chris’ flowers that he brings me every Thursday is the only thing keeping me sane at work.’

‘Aww. That’s so cute he does that. I’m sorry you’re having so much shit at work, though.’ She said as she reached over to squeeze her shoulder.

‘Ugh it’s fine. We’re just dealing with her the best we can.’ Louise shrugged. ‘How are things with you and Loki?’

‘Amazing. We’re going to New Zealand in October and I can’t wait!’ Claire squealed.

‘Oh my god! Seriously? You kept that one quiet.’ Louise squeaked excitedly.

‘I wanted to wait until we had it all booked and confirmed. I’m so excited though. It’s going to be incredible.’ Claire grinned widely.

‘I bet you guys will have an amazing time.’

‘We just need to ask Chris for an extra week off… if he can sort cover for Loki’s class.’ Claire cringed at the thought.

‘I got you. Let me know when you plan to ask him. I’ll soften him up beforehand.’ Louise grinned.

‘Thanks, sis.’ Claire laughed.

There was a knock on the door, which made them jump as they hadn’t been expecting anyone. Claire went through to answer, surprised to find it was Toshi.

‘You two better come with me… trust me, you’re going to want to see this.’ Toshi smirked a little.

‘What is it?’ Claire asked, confused, as she called on Louise.

‘Your vampires are throwing their weight around. Come on. I’ll explain on the way.’ Toshi motioned for them to follow.

Claire and Louise looked at one another, then grabbed their jackets and threw them on as they ran down the steps after Toshi.

‘Basically, when they got to the station, they were told that there was no body found under the name of Stanley. I did some quick digging and turns out there’s a few rats at the station, covering up his death for some reason.’ Toshi sighed as they walked fast down the street and up the next one, then began crossing the large green.

‘They found the two cops that were responsible for messing with Stanley’s body and evidence. Though they’re not giving them information as to why, and started threatening Loki and Chris instead, the school and also you two... It’s turning nasty so thought I’d come grab you both. One thing is clear though, they’re obviously covering up for someone. They’re also close with hunters, so I suspect hunters are behind it.’

Claire and Louise shared a look again, still slightly confused over it all.

Across the green and down another quiet street, not far from the police station, Toshi motioned for the girls to go behind her as they moved down an alley and ducked behind a large skip. Chris and Loki were a bit further down the alley, attacking the two corrupt cops.

Claire and Louise were intrigued as they watched their vampires continue to try and get information out of the humans, but they refused flat out.

‘Well then, brother. What do we do to friends of hunters that threaten our girls?’ Chris growled, as he glanced briefly at Loki.

‘Take them out for a bite to eat.’ Loki hissed in response as his eyes turned red and his fangs emerged.

Chris chuckled darkly as his eyes also turned red and his fangs came out to play too. ‘Indeed.’

Claire and Louise’s eyes were locked on them, they couldn’t believe how hot it was to see their vampires do their thing. Mainly for their sake, too.

‘Honestly, no one is safer than a vampire’s soulmate.’ Toshi whispered to them with a smirk.

The two cops tried fighting off the vampires, but they were no match. Loki grabbed one of them and slammed him down to the ground, then launched straight for his neck and sank his fangs into him. The man cried out in agony as Loki drank him dry, until his body went completely limp underneath him.

Chris grabbed the other one by the collar and pinned him up against the wall, then tore into his throat. He drank a little, then ripped his teeth out of him, tearing out his flesh and killing him off.

The vampires were breathing heavy with blood dripping from their chins. Suddenly, they both caught the scent of their soulmates arousal.

Claire and Louise let out a squeak when Loki and Chris’ heads shot round, looking directly at them. Their eyes still red and fangs covered in blood.

‘My cue to leave.’ Toshi said as she clambered up the nearest ladder to get on top of the building, out of the way.

‘What do we do?’ Louise gasped as the vampires just stared at them, salivating.

‘Run!’ Claire squealed as she grabbed Louise’s arm and they began running while giggling.

Loki and Chris gave chase of course, the thrill and adrenaline running high in them. They all knew they’d be able to catch the girls within seconds, but where would the fun be in that?

They ended up turning into their bat forms when the girls ran out across the green.

Claire and Louise squealed and laughed as the bats flew about their heads, making them sprint as fast as they could to the other side of the green. Though they were a bit suspicious when Loki and Chris disappeared…

As they turned down Loki and Claire’s street, they stopped dead when they saw Chris and Loki waiting at the other end of the street, their eyes still glowing red with wicked smirks on their faces.

Claire and Louise broke into a run again towards Loki and Claire’s house that was a few houses down from them, yet further for the vampires, but they were gaining fast.

As Claire and Louise turned up the path, Chris grabbed Louise before she got far.

‘Go! Save yourself!’ Louise screeched at Claire with a laugh.

Chris tickled her sides and went straight for her neck and bit down, sucking a little blood from her, just a little taste… of course he gave her the endorphins so the pain was just a very brief stinging sensation initially.

He reluctantly just took a small amount from her, then with her still giggling, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

Loki had already told him when they were running after them that he could use the spare room, or the sofa, wherever the hell he wanted. Loki didn’t care, all he cared about was getting hold of Claire after catching her scent. 

Claire managed to get inside and began running upstairs, but that’s when Loki caught her. He grabbed her ankle and dragged her back down underneath him. He let out a snarl as he buried his face into her neck and sniffed deeply.

‘God, pet… You smell so delectable. Were you having fun watching me, hmm?’ He asked as he gripped her chin.

‘God yes!’ Claire said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Loki chuckled, he slid his arms around her and carried her upstairs to their bedroom.

Once there, Loki and Claire tore at each other’s clothes until they were both naked, then they toppled onto the bed with their hands all over one another.

‘Fuck. Seeing you do that was so hot, vampy.’ Claire whined as Loki started kissing and sucking on her neck.

Loki grinned against her and trailed his fangs against her delicate skin. ‘I wasn’t going to stand for them threatening you, plus being friendly with hunters… they had to go. I’d do anything to protect you, my love.’

‘I know, that’s one of the many reasons why I love you so much.’ Claire said softly.

‘I love you so much too, my pet.’ Loki hummed against her skin.

Claire put her arms around him as he bit her neck and started sucking her blood. He also shimmied himself between her legs and hurriedly guided his cock into her, knowing she was way past the point of being ready to take him.

She started moaning loudly in pleasure, Loki wasn’t careful or slow, he was fast and rough. Desperate for release just as much as she was, and neither of them cared if Chris and Louise heard them, hell, they didn’t care if the whole world heard them right now.

Claire loved the feeling of his fangs in her neck as he sucked the blood out of her. After seeing him do the same to someone else and literally suck the life out of him, it made her tremble knowing how dangerous he was. Yet with her, he was so careful and caring.

‘God, you taste so good.’ Loki groaned as he reluctantly stopped drinking from her so she wouldn’t pass out.

‘I know.’ She said cheekily with a cheesy grin, her brain was fuzzy and so was her body. But she felt like she was flying high with every thrust of his hips against her.

Loki growled in frustration, he wanted her so badly but felt like this wasn’t enough. He sat upwards and grabbed her legs, bending them up and almost folding her in half. She gasped out as she felt her muscles stretching with her legs being up by her head wasn’t a usual occurrence.

Loki then rammed into her at a brutal pace, his balls slapped lewdly against her with every thrust.

‘Fuuuuuuuck. Loki!!’ She cried out, seeing stars.

‘Cum for me, pet. Cum all over my cock, come on.’ He demanded.

And she didn’t need to be told twice.

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Chris carried Louise upstairs and straight into the spare room. By that point, Chris’ head was swimming with the scent of her arousal, he could practically taste her on his tongue already.

He placed her down on her feet and started removing her clothes, tossing each item to the floor. Louise tried to even the playing field and managed to unbutton his shirt, he shrugged it off but she didn’t get time to attack his jeans before he had her on the bed.

‘Naughty pumpkin, spying on me… tell me, did you enjoy watching?’ Chris asked as he crawled over the top of her and wrapped his hand around her throat.

She nodded slightly, her face was flushed as Chris leaned down and kissed her roughly. She could feel his fangs on her tongue, they were still emerged.

‘Mmm, fuck. You smell so fucking good.’ He growled into her mouth as he caught her arousal again.

Chris slipped off the bed, she was about to whine in disappointment, but let out a squeak instead as he quickly flipped her over onto her stomach. She gasped when he brought his hand down harshly onto her ass. Though they both knew this would just make her arousal rocket ten times, as it always did.

Chris spanked her a few times, till her ass was nice and red, then he leaned down and took a bite from her left cheek. He let his fangs sink in for a minute, then he smacked her right cheek again before letting go.

He crawled back on the bed and knelt behind her, he dipped his hand between her thighs and found her dripping wet. Which was no surprise really, from the strength of her scent.

‘You should know better by now than to play with fire, pumpkin. Hiding to watch and getting aroused, then running off like that… setting off my instincts.’ Chris moved in between her legs and he quickly shoved his jeans down and took his cock out, already hard and ready to take her.

He lined himself up with her cunt, and in one smooth thrust he was inside her.

‘Holy shit. You're so fucking wet!’ He gasped and pressed his body down on top of her.

She let out a cry of pleasure as her body squeezed around him. Chris began panting into her ear as he thrust into her roughly.

‘Shiiiiit.’ She gasped as she grabbed tightly at the bed sheets.

‘Ah, you can speak.’ He chuckled. ‘Tell me, what is it that turned you on so much? Hmm?’ He tried to slow his thrusting down, to give her a chance to speak properly. Though it wasn’t easy as he dragged his fangs along her shoulder.

‘I… it… seeing you do that… I know it shouldn’t turn me on, seeing you kill someone… I just… how strong you are. Knowing what you can do… I don’t know.’ She whined in desperation and embarrassment as she tried hiding her face into the pillow.

Chris bit her shoulder as he thrust deeper into her, hitting at just the right angle. He growled ferally as he kept up the same fast rhythm, never faltering. She was a quivering wreck underneath him, her mind was starting to go fuzzy from everything going on.

She started moaning loudly as she got closer to the end, Chris stopped sucking her blood and clamped a hand over her mouth and pressed his lips to her ear.

‘Shhh, pumpkin. Don’t want the others to hear how good I’m making you feel.’ He smirked as her body crumbled below him.

Ten minutes later, they were laying together cuddling.

‘So... they didn’t give you guys the information you were after?’ Louise asked.

‘No.’ Chris sighed. ‘It makes me think they’re hiding something. Though it would point towards being hunter related, since they were friends with hunters.’

‘I can’t believe you killed them… with them being cops. What if something happens to you?’ She asked, worriedly.

‘Don’t worry, pumpkin. Nothing will happen to me. I wasn’t going to tolerate them threatening you, love. I’d do anything to protect you and keep you safe.’ Chris said as he nuzzled her cheek.

Louise felt her heart soar as she snuggled into him tightly. ‘I love you. You and your feral ways.’ She grinned.

Chris chuckled and let out a growl as he tightened his arms around her.

‘Though I don’t know whether to be pissed off or thankful to Toshi for taking you there. It could’ve been dangerous!’

‘I say… be thankful. She was with us and knew we would be safe enough. She wouldn’t have done it otherwise.’ Louise assured him. ‘She’s human too with a vampire boyfriend, she knows how hot it is for me to see you doing your thing.’

‘Hmm. I suppose so.’ Chris smirked.

[seven-meds]

A few interesting Letters to the Editor published in various adult magazines between the 50s and the 90s. Transcripts and sources below:

1: Future Sex (Issue 6, March 1994)

I love your magazine. The articles are well-written, and it's refreshing to see adjectives other than the words "throbbing" and "turgid" being used. Bless you and your thesaurus as well.

I particularly enjoyed Kim Teevan's essay, "Self-Service" (Issue 4), but some of the terminology was used improperly. One woman commented on the power of her 12volt vibrator being powerful enough to bore her with men. Well, that may or may not be true, but it's not voltage that determines the output power of vibrators. (I am an electrician by trade so I'm quite familiar with how vibrators work.)

The "vibes" or "pulses" that come from a vibrator are dependent on its rate of electrical cycles, expressed in hertz. A really good vibrator will have a "rate of fire" of about 60-180 pulses per minute. That translates to about

1-3 hertz. Other good rates lie in the 3003,000 pulses per second range. If this sounds a little fast, don't worry about it. Three hundred to 3,000 hertz is the average frequency of the human speaking voice. It's a nifty little vibration but it doesn't carry as far as the electrically generated vibrations due to limitations in the body's ability to maintain a sustained tone.

If I can make a personal recommendation to heavy vibrator users, you can get about a 40% increase in output power on your vibrators by bypassing the resistors that send power into the vibrator itself. Just solder a little wire around them and you'll soon be able to come so hard you'll shatter windows all up and down your block.

Charles Harris San Francisco , CA

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2: Night and Day (November 1952)

Dear Sir:

It's wonderful to pick up your magazine a letter from a fellow uniped such as Beth O. I, too, think it is about time we were being heard from. 1 am 27 years old, blonde and not bad looking at all. I lost my left leg at mid thigh in an automobile wreck. Also I have never been able to wear an artificial limb. I use one special crutch, and my boy friend says I get about as well as a girl with two legs. I wear a 6B shoe and would like to swap with any girl that wears that size. Maybe Beth O. wears that size.

I have been walking on crutches for over ten years, I play tennis, dance and bowl. Can anyone top that? I don't believe there is a one-legged girl in the world that can get about better on crutchés than me. I challenge all comers. It is quite a nuisance being one-minus, but as Beth said, it has its compensations. I haven’t bought any hose in years as my friends give me all their odd stockings. I am waiting with bated breath for your picture spread of us one-legged girls — might even send in one of mine if I can find a good one.

E.C. CONCORD, N. C.

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3: Eqqus Eroticus (Spring 1997)

Dear Sir,

I’m a middle aged white male living in the Cleveland, Ohio area. I took an early retirement from the Federal Government over a year ago. But I stay in good physical condition by doing my exercises such as walking, bike riding and playing golf. So I can keep up with if not ahead of just about everyone my age and usually guys who are years younger.

I want to be a cart pony and I could be a cart pony, if only I knew of someone who could train me.

I have almost always been in control. I usually am in charge of what¬ ever I am involved in. At work, I was always the boss. Usually when I joined any club and social activities at some point I became the leader. That may sound great, but it is not easy being the one who has to make the decisions, to be the person people wait to hear from, to always be the responsible one.

Through it all or maybe because of it all, I have always had a suppressed interest in bondage. To “be” in bondage, that is. To be tied strapped, shackled or whatever into complete submission. But there was no one who could or would control me, and I still yearn for bondage. I want to know at the deepest level what it is like to be controlled, forced to respond to any whim of the person who controls me.

In my spare time I found a newsgroup that had all kinds of photos of people in bondage. What attracted my interest most was the pony girls, especially the cart ponies. They were totally controlled, physically and mentally. They weren’t just in bondage; they weren’t held in one position. They were forced to behave and obey just as their masters or trainers instructed them. They were in body harnesses, stiff high collars, with a bit in their mouths, and harnesses holding their heads just right. You might see them in a corral, practicing their gait. They might be shown in a stall, chained to a wall by their neck or ankle or pulling a cart with the whip ready to give them extra incentive to obey. They were always total slaves with no will or choice.

I want to be the one who is being trained as cart pony boy. Held by my reins in a stable or my bit secured above me, holding me straight as my trainer works on my gait. To know that the littlest mistake would be rewarded with a crack or two of the whip. A whip crack I have yet to feel. Taught patience by being left chained naked in my stall, to wait for whatever would come next. I even long to be the one locked to the cart, my head held high by collar and head harness, reins telling me where to go, proudly pulling my trainer. To know that when the trip was done I‘d be back secured in my stall, left alone to await my trainer’s next pleasure.

I’m not interested in appearing in public, or being in competition. I just want to experience what it is to live the training of a cart pony. Maybe out there somewhere is a trainer who would give me what I am looking for. I want this experience so much and I would be forever grateful. I’d prefer female, but since sex isn’t the object, a male would be acceptable. If there is anyone who would train me, they can reach me at my e-mail address shown below. Please help me fulfill my desires.

PonySlaveX@aol. com

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4: Eroticon (Fall 1980)

Dear friends of Eroticon,

I read porno magazines secretly, because my husband would not like having such “dirty” things in the house. Couldn’t you show more close ups of the male models muscular buttocks? I also would like to see cocks being soft and nice before the erection. I would really love that!

Finally! A lady with desire. We shall try to get some of the models to overcome their vanity and show “him” in a relaxed state. I definitely agree with you — not only womens asses are tempting.

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5: Divinity 7 (1994)

I am enclosing a cutting from the DAILY TELEGRAPH of the 8th September. This indicated the flogging of a bishop.

There are no details and I would be very interested to know more about it, there is no doubt that it was a severe thrashing, but the culprit did not need to have hospital treatment afterwards, and he was fit to sit and walk next day, therefore no real injury.

I think that many of us would like to have details, such as how was he dressed for the flogging, did he have pants and shirt on? Was he standing or laying down?

It would also be interesting to know the conditions for flogging in other countries like Pakistan, Arabia and Turkey, with descriptions of the faults for which one can be flogged.

A photo or two would be interesting or better still a video of an actual flogging in public or in private.

This being an item siutable [sic] for the DAILY TELEGRAPH, and the true record of a news event I would think that a video or photos would be quite OK and legal imports, am I right?

As you are In touch and a publisher, I would like to hear from you on this subject, you may already have information or know of videos available.

Douglas Finlayson Essex

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6: Transformation (Issue 6, 1994)

Dear TRANSFORMATION,

| recently picked up your Magazine #2...it’s great! | like what I’ve read in your magazine, especially a story titled “Dominant Lady Turns Boyfriend into Crystal” on page 10. | have this fantasy...about a dominant lady dentist who has a thing about a trampy TV, and fetish PVC or latex clothing.

Sometimes | am the patient, all dressed in shiny PVC. Other times I’m the nurse, in a white PVC uniform, long blond hair and a shiny nurse’s cap. The dental equipment is an old belt-driven drill and a sit-up chair.

If possible, I'd like to get in touch with Karyn R. and Crystal. But anyone...please write me!

K. Johnson

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7: High Heels (Vol. 2 No. 7, 1965)

Dear High Heels.

I would like to see more pictures of handicapped girls in high-heels... I am enclosing some of mine, showing my 6" heel—some also show my peg. I have other pictures showing me in 7" heels...

Thank You,

U.N.A.

[polyamorousmood]

Hi I need some advice.

So I identify as poly even tho ive never had a poly relationship before and made that very clear to my girlfriend before we started dating. She said she was fine with it, and that we could always discuss terms when I start to like another person. We've been dating for a year, and I'm starting to like one of our mutual friends. I was excited to tell my girlfriend, but when I did she freaked out about it and said she couldn't do it. Because she was freaking out, I said it was OK and agreed to be in a mono relationship (I often will say anything to get someone to calm down, and I know that's a flaw of mine which is why I was open about everything before anything was at stake). I don't think I am OK with it, but they way she spoke about it sounds like she won't be convinced either.

I feel like I was lied to? And now I'm in this situation I didn't want, but I don't want to break up with her because I do love her. Functionally our relationship is the same as it always was so maybe I can handle it, but I just don't understand why she would have such a negative reaction when she seemed completely OK with it at the beginning.

I mean... maybe she said it was okay when it wasn't for a similar reason you did? Because she wanted to make you happy more than she wanted to dig into the issue? While I understand this probably felt like a major gut-punch after you made a point to be open about it, it seems to me unfair you'd hold her to a higher standard than you're holding yourself now wrt voicing what you'd be okay with.

Anyway, TL;DR: I think y'all both need to "come to Jesus."

What do I mean by that.

You need the classic Uncle Iroh moment

And it really, really fucking sucks, but you both will have to consider if the life you want -- poly for you, monog for her -- is feasible with each other. I'm sorry, I know it hurts even to think about, but even if everything gets worked out, you will have to think about the possibility it won't first.

First, you're going to have to bring it up again, and explain its importance, and explain your confusion, and acknowledge this is clearly difficult for her. I think a strong possibility is that she's okay with you dating someone else, but not someone she knows. It being her friend may be the sticking point! I've found a lot of people don't consider that a possibility until they're confronted with it, and it drudges up a lot of bad feelings and anxieties that you "always really wanted them and not me," so that's worth investigating.

... Its also really possible she never gave it a ton of thought and assumed it was never really gonna happen🫤. Its also possible your timing was just shit in a way you're not mentioning (maybe didn't even think of!) like, if you mentioned it a week after y'all Had A Talk™️about her feeling really insecure lately, I can see how that could cause her some panic. You are just going to have to grit your teeth and talk🗣️. It is the ONLY path forward that has a chance of everyone feeling fulfilled. Which to me at least, makes it the only path forward, period ⏺️ It sucks. Its hard. You'd rather saw off your toes.

But here's the secret -> people regret more the things they didn't do than the things they did do. A life spent wondering is generally much harder than anything else.

So if after you talk to her, she does have a problem with polyamory, there are only a few options for how this shakes out:

You never get the polyamory. Either because you kept your mouth shut 🙊 or because you asked and it was clearly never going to be okay with her. You stay with her forever and cut off this desire of yours to make her happy. Most poly people find this a very constricted existence.

She consents to polyamory even though she doesn't like having to share you. You guys broker some sort of compromise. Maybe she comes around, but maybe its always a sore spot, and she always feels like she's settling for half a relationship.🌗

You break up💔. Maybe now, maybe after years of trying and failing to do one or both of the first two options.

That's all there is. There's room within those categories, of course, but every outcome is one of those three. Give each of them their fair consideration, because there are some major, long-term pros and cons with each of them, and you need to know what you're signing on for. Oh, and if you're not willing to talk about it? You're locking yourself into the first one. Maybe she's worth it to you, but if that's the choice you're making, you cannot hold that choice against her later, because she won't even have realized you made it if you don't talk about it.

And if you do broker some sort of deal, you better fasten your seatbelt. Because you will have to talk about things she's uncomfortable with very regularly. Accept that right the fuck now. You know its true. You know that even if she understands, there will be new situation after new situation you will have to go through together. And a lot of them will be hard on her. And it will be on your shoulders to see her through.

This is, without exaggeration on my part, one of the worst situations to be in ever. My heart goes out to you.💝 I hope from the depths of my soul there's some sort of misunderstanding that gets resolved without much drama, and you're all okay. I am also truly sorry if that sounded harsh, but I don't want you to waste your time looking for miracle fixes. Everything from this point on will be messy and labor-intensive, but I hope it can be a labor of love.

Wising you the strength to see yourself to a life you love 💙💖🖤

[pseudowho]

Hi Mrs. Haitch :D!!! I have a bit of a problem dump in the following 2 paragraphs. And I absolutely do not expect you to read or respond unless you want to! You’re not a therapist and you’re not responsible for others’ emotions. If you do want to read/reply, that’s really welcomed as well!

I personally have had/am having issues with men who are in their thirties hitting on me when I thought I made it clear I just want to be completely platonic friends AND they all knew my age from the start 🥲 TW - I was 19 when two 33 year olds sexually harassed me (one was a coworker who said stuff out of the blue, like, “you want kids? I’ll put one in you” (for context, he heard me talking to my co-hostess about wanting to raise children in the ways I never got loved, nurtured, and cared for) // “What if I touch myself and moan your name?” // “Wanna hear a joke TRIGGER WARNING “Are you a school? Cause I wanna shoot kids inside you” which was literally such a disgusting and inexcusable joke??? Hello?) and currently there’s a 30 year old guy who KEEEEEPS trying to get me to be his super close friend (he was flirting CONSTANTLY until I made it really overly clear I don’t want romance with anyone atm). He knows I am 21 as well! Which is wild to me! Just wild. I’ve literally FELT my frontal lobe developing in the past few years (It’s like I could suddenly start to understand the importance of more practical decisions), and it won’t stop developing until I’m 25 either. So for a full grown 30 year old… to be… I’m 9 year younger than him… idk… it’s weird to me…

and I was wondering, should I feel bad for these people? Would you let pity/guilt override the judgment? (I am not perfect at all and have my share of flaws, but I have had a issues with letting hurt people who hurt people, get away with stuff they do to me AND I feel guilty for not being their personal therapist, even though expecting that of any single person who ISN’T one’s professional therapist, is unfair). You seem like a kind person who understands the depth of humans, so I think I trust your judgment! And would love to hear what you have to say if you want to share. The 33 year olds have deep rooted issues and my heart truly sympathizes with them (but I do feel a shit ton of disgust too. if they ever did that to somebody else I would be SO MAD).

I’m eventually somehow gonna figure these questions out (as life tends to go), so don’t worry about this ask at all if it’s not ur cup of tea, or is draining.

Take care and hope you have a LOVEEEELYYYY DAYYYYYY!!!! (Also curious what ur fav tea is? Mine is Numi’s earl gray. It’s too perfect, so elevated. Very flavorful and elegant and THE NOTESSSSSS oh god. Could write a whole post on it)

Anyone who thinks comments like that are flirting, need to be re-educated. With a baseball bat. They'll call it 'dark humour' when really they're just cunts, so they're doing you a real favour showing you that early.

Well done for not being flattered by the attentions of an older man, because...

If there's anything that women aged 30+ tend to notice, it's that when men their age hit on much younger women, it's usually because that man's character is lacking, he's emotionally immature, a predator who relies on younger women and girls being less self confident, and it is most often a RED FLAG.

These 30+ year old men are usually not with women their own age, because the women their own age recognise that they're arseholes or losers, most of the time, and we cringe when they then repeatedly shoot their shot with young women who they will flatter with that age old adage of 'you're so mature for your age!'

If they have deep-seated issues and they turn it into someone else's problem, without any sense of ownership or willingness to actually work on resolving or improving from their issues, RUN.

Never get with someone out of pity. Have some self-respect, and do not let them mistake your kindness for weakness.

Because people see me as understanding, I am a therapist. To everyone. All the time. Strangers, within hours of meeting me, will often pour out their emotional vulnerabilities and traumas; while I'm tough and able to compute it all, and to help them, and read through a solution, it is sometimes a heavy burden.

But for YOU, remember there is a difference between you therapising someone, and someone using you to trauma-dump. Learn to recognise the two, and protect yourself from being used, especially if these are the very same men who have recently been trying to get into your pants.

My favourite tea is Yorkshire Tea by Taylors of Harrogate, with a splash of milk and a spoonful of brown sugar or honey.

Don't let these pieces of shit use you, kiddo.

They're not "daddies"; they haven't earned such an esteemed title. Nothing daddy about these tramps.

All my love, and I have a knife in my pocket,

-- Haitch xxx

[austinswh0re]

Confidential.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Warnings: Smut!!! so please if you’re not into that do not continue reading!, fluff, Angry Chris?

This is my first time posting any sort of writing on here so please don’t come for me💀 I’m hoping this comes out as well as it is in my head lmao. Enjoy! Also! i’m aware Endgame did not come out in 2021, im switching up the timeline a little bit lol

Y/n gets ask a question she had been preparing to answer, but when it gets asked she doesn’t know how to feel about it. Chris keeps in everything he wants to say until later that night.

(The gif is making me scream)

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Press conferences. I always had a love hate relationship with them. I loved answering questions and being with all my friends at once but what i didn’t enjoy so much were the extremely personal questions. Such as mine and Chris’ private life.

Chris and I got engaged late 2020, we planned our wedding for July 2021, we wanted a summer wedding, getting engaged in December didn’t really give us much time to plan, but one thing we knew for sure was that we would not wait a whole year before we were married. It was a small wedding, we got married on the beach with all our closest friends and family. We went on our dream honeymoon to Hawaii, and once we came home it was time for a premier.

Filming Endgame was definitely filled with tons of emotion. It was mine a his last Marvel movie together and everyone was aware of this. After we had filmed the last scene tears were shed from almost the entire cast and crew. We still had the premiere, which I will forever be grateful for. We hadn’t posted that we had gotten married on any social media platform, well up until the night I posted a photo of us and my username had changed. I didn’t think much of it considering us being engaged was very much public, but many people were still shocked by the name change.

y/nEvans

“your favorite couple has arrived:) So extremely proud of this guy right here, I love you infinitely.”

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ChrisEvans: Thank you honey, I love you more than you know❤️

robertdowneyjr: Love these two!!

tomholland2013: I think you guys come in a close second to me and z

Y/nEvans: replying to tomholland2013: yeah yeah

user1256: sobbing. her username is y/nEvans.

user1437: Shut up. I cant do this rn. im so happy for them🥹

^^^^^^ the post in question*

We also had the press conference which gave me a few extra days with the people i love the most. We both knew the risk of having personal questions asked was high but that didn’t make it any less jarring.

Upon our arrival to the hotel we had been informed that we only had one bed in our room, which considering we were married wasn’t an issue. Although everyone else wasn’t to happy about this.

“Chris, can you come here please?” I called out from the bathroom slightly out of breath from struggling to zip my dress. “What’s up?” he said as he made his way through the door. “Could you please help me zip this dress, i can only get it halfway” “yeah of course baby”

He slipped behind me and slowly began zipping up the dress. Once he had finally zipped it all the way up he slid his hands around my hips and kissed the exposed skin on my shoulder and neck. “Chris we don’t have ti-“ “shh, I know, just trying to make a mental note of what’s happening when we get back” as if I hadn’t been turned on enough by the way his hands were roaming my body, the heat pooling in my underwear just grew more and more as he stood behind me and stared at us in the mirror.

Once we finally broke apart from each other and left the room, we made our way out to the limousine where many of our friends were sat waiting for us. “took you two long enough” Robert said as Chris climed and shut the door behind him. small talk was made amongst the group during the short ride to the event. The dress I was wearing was beautiful, and matched the green felt pants Chris had on

I had went for a felt dress as well, just so the colors would be a closer match.

Halfway there, Chris tapped on my thigh and pointed towards my phone. When i picked it up, I saw multiple messages from Chris all displaying the plans he had made for later that night.

“The way your body looks in that dress is making it hard for me to not take you right here in this car”

“you’re in for it when we get back, I can’t wait to taste you, hear those sweet noises you always make for me”

My eyes widened as I quickly turn the brightness down hoping no one was nosey enough to read the text. I shoot Chris a glare, one that says “seriously?” and he responds with his  signature smirk.

Finally, after what had felt like forever, we arrived to the conference, the second we stepped out of the car Chris grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze, reassuring me it’s okay. This wasn’t my first, but I still have quite a bit of nerves every time. We make our way into the building after tons of pictures and quick “i love you” glances to one another. We both took our seats, which luckily were right beside each other. Eventually the question began and the small pool of anxiety grew.

“This next one is for y/n, we heard you two got married, congratulations!” I slightly adjusted in my chair and crossed my legs towards Chris before replying “yes, we did, thank you!” “Of course, now this may be some what personal-“ great. I glanced at Chris and could tell he was focused on the person asking and he didn’t look to happy about it. “So many people have been wondering, how is he in bed? We’re sure he’s fantastic but we want to hear it from the one who gets to experience it.” There it was. The dreaded question of how he was in bed. Although he was fantastic and you thoroughly enjoyed sex with Chris, it wasn’t something you cared to share with the public.

“well, listen I don’t want to come off as rude by saying this but i’m not sure that’s really any of yours, or anyone else’s business besides ours.” Chris was furious, his eyes had slightly darkened and his jaw was clenched keeping him from losing his mind. “Can we please move on?” my voice came out slightly smaller than I had wanted but at the moment I felt uncomfortable and upset.

Chris on the other hand was pissed. He hated how uncomfortable the question made you feel and wanted to beat the shit out of the man who asked it. Instead, he looked at you with a sympathetic look and you responded by mouthing “it’s okay”, because you knew if you didn’t, Chris would kill this guy.

Once everyone had asked their questions, and many laughs had been shared, the group made their way back to the hotel. Chris and you were the first people out of the car and after sharing your goodbyes, he grabbed you by the hand and the two of you stormed up to your room. Before a word could be spoken between you and him he had you pinned against the door. His lips were on yours in seconds. The kiss was hot and sloppy, but you didn’t care at all. “Chris” you breathlessly moaned his name out. he responded with a hmm and continued to work his lips against yours.

He pulled away, his lips red, puffy, and stained with your lipstick. “We need to get this thing off if you” was the first words he said, spinning you around and unzipping the dress painfully slow. “Could you go any slower?” you questioned, usually you would be patient, but on this specific night you were extremely horny and needed him more than ever. “If you keep having that attitude i’ll go even slower” once the dress was off of you, Chris picked you up bridal style and dropped you on the bed. “You are the only woman who gets to know how I am in bed, fuck everyone else” he began kissing down your body. He pulled you up slightly, bringing his hands up the clasp of your bra and undoing it. His hands began to grasp and squeeze every part of you that was exposed.

“Chris please” you begged, your tone was needy but you didn’t care. “please what sweetheart?” He teased, “I need you” “what do you need? use your words” he continued to tease you through your underwear. “Fuck Chris just fuck me already” That was all he needed to hear. He quickly undid his belt and dropped him pants and his boxers, exposing his hard dick, already leaking with precum. He pulled down your panties taking in the sight of you. “you’re so beautiful, and all mine” he said as he stroked himself a few times. He parted your legs and began to tease your entrance with his tip. “Chris, I swear if you don’t-“ he leaned down and kissed your lips, hard and rough as he slid into you. both of you moaning into each others mouths. “that’s it, good girl” he grunted as he stared to slowly move in and out of you “Please, faster” you moaned making him fasten his movements. The noises coming from the two of you were all you could hear, and you were sure everyone else on the floor could hear it too. “oh my god Chris” “Oh fuck i’m close baby” He grunted in your ear “you’re taking my cock so well, taking all of me, fuck you’re so tight” That only made you squeeze around him, moaning his name as if it was the only word you knew. “Chris please don’t stop, i’m so close” you moaned “cum for me, come on baby” he said as he slid his hand between the two of you and began rubbing circles on your clit. “This. This is confidential. No one gets to know what I do to you” “oh yeah, that’s it sweet girl, cum for me i know you want to” was all he said and it sent you over the edge. You were a moaning screaming mess as you and him finished at the same time. His body rolling off of yours as you both steady your breathing

“That was , that was amazing” you breathed out turning over to look at him “only the best for you my love. I love you” He said pulling you into him “I love you more” was the last thing you said before the two of you drifted off to sleep.