#also hmmm…. the use of chain is very interesting here

[irisbleufic]

@eidetictelekinetic, I'd like to follow up on something we keep discussing in comment threads to my Devil's Minion stories, because I've found the paper trail in my archives. There's indeed something I wrote as an undergraduate ca. 2005 that I had forgotten about that underpins a common theme (namely: Daniel and Armand wondering what might've happened if they'd met when they were young in Armand's time and place, when he was still mortal) periodically haunting the dialogue across my various unconnected stories. I'm somewhat in disbelief that I can prove this exists, and I needed a spark of joy like this in an otherwise bleak, snowed-out week.

This is a ghost story in that the work I'm discussing here was written under my deadname, but I don't tend to shy from people knowing it. Still, it's times like this when pieces resurface that I realize I block facets of my former self so thoroughly at times that I do my writing history a disservice. This felt like knocking down a wall, and I'm really startled at what's sitting covered in dust on the other side. Mindfuck your characters long enough and you might even mindfuck yourself.

In the spring of my senior year at Wellesley, I took a poetry seminar with Frank Bidart. He didn't like my work much, which was a source of amusement to me; if somebody doesn't like my writing, I just dig in and crank up the annoyance factor by being even more myself. The number of professors and editors that I've gone out of my way to irritate in my higher ed and writing careers is vaguely embarrassing at this point, but that's another story for another time.

At the same time as I was in this poetry seminar, I had also overloaded my schedule with Medieval literature seminars. I'd done that for about four consecutive semesters, actually. The Early Modern and Medieval course offerings at Wellesley, at least at that time, were so numerous that you really could do about two years solid of nothing but that type of coursework. I was fluent in French at the time, so I was able to pull some unhinged shit like reading La Chanson de Roland in Anglo-Norman with minimal dictionary assistance while reading it in English in one of the courses, and then I started haunting the used bookstores in Harvard Square and digging up volumes of lesser known Anglo-Norman ballads and fragments, and there was this one book that focused on early surviving trobairitz poetry, songs by women from that period. There was one fragment that really, really haunted me. I don't know if I still have the book, that's the one piece in the documentation chain I'm still hunting down, but I have my translation of that fragment because I found the poem I wrote around my translation. That poem got published twice after I graduated; that publication history is neat in its own right.

So, the poem I wrote for the seminar is really the thing I want to talk about here. I had this short 10th-11th century trobairitz ballad fragment that I translated out of Anglo-Norman, and I was very excited about it, because it was very gay. I thought, hmmm, I'll write a narrative poem about a couple of nobodies set in that time period. Who are my nobodies? I'm picturing teenagers, just a couple of boys. They can't be more than sixteen or seventeen. Where are they? I'm also taking a class on crusader states at this point in time, and I'm extremely interested in various cultural migrations in and out of Italy and Spain (the good, the bad, and the ugly). So I just go, okay, I'll have them fleeing a noble household in Italy, heading for Spain. My head's entrenched in those places thanks to a history class; it gives me something to hang onto as geographical starting and endpoints. Why are they running away? Kid attached to the noble household has fallen in love with a stonemason's apprentice from somewhere a lot further abroad; they don't speak the same language, but since when has that stopped people from falling in love? Stonemason's apprentice wants to save the kid in a bad situation in the noble household, get him out of there. Yeah, let's do that. And I'll cover just the journey, not what happens before they leave or after. And I'll show what they run into along the way, and they'll hear someone perform that piece of the song, and one of them is able to translate it for the other as they gradually learn enough pieces of common languages to communicate with each other.

This poem was never going to be long; the poems in our portfolios for this class couldn't be long. The concept work behind it was much longer than the poem itself, as was the work I put into the fragment translation. This kind of storytelling in lieu of confessional poetry was going to annoy my professor. I knew exactly what I was doing with all of this: satisfying a storytelling itch, letting myself practice translation, being the inveterate fandom writer I already was by that point, just being generally obnoxious in my early 20s. It's a living.

I wrote the poem. It got workshopped in class; classmates loved it, Frank made faces and was barely polite about it. The written feedback in it on my final portfolio called it "pseudo-medieval pastiche," and I was so happy I could've framed that shit. I put the poem away for a few years and didn't think about it. I moved to the UK and started an MA program in Medieval Studies. My poems started getting published in SF/F/Spec publications. In 2009, I learned about a call for poems for a 10th anniversary special issue of a magazine called Mythic Delirium, and something about the themed call made me remember my pain-in-the-ass, labor-of-love portfolio poem, which was called "Journeying." I submitted it.

"Journeying" was published in Mythic Delirium Issue #20, which, (in)famously, also first featured a poem by the now-disgraced Neil Gaiman called "Conjunctions." If I'm honest, it's bizarre to have that as a major point of memory in this poem's first printing. Here's how "Journeying" looks in that issue of the magazine:

The italicized portion at the end is my translation of the trobairitz ballad. It's all that survives of one particular song that happened to be written down. It always amazes me that so few lines can express so much longing across so many centuries.

Flash forward a few more years to when I learn about Erzebet YellowBoy's brilliant Papaveria Press hand-stitched limited artbook editions of poems. One of my oldest friends, Paige (@dreambreathing) and I decide to collaborate as we've done so many times before: they did a set of two watercolor illustrations for the poem conceived as a fold-out frontispiece and backplate, and we pitched it as an artbook. Papaveria said yes. In 2012, "Journeying" was released as an edition of 18 of these little books:

You never see the boys on the road or under the tree overlooking those ruins (those ruins, those fucking ruins, I forgot) until you pan in. Don't get distracted. Look closer. Imagine me, @eidetictelekinetic, getting more and more spooked every time we talk about this recurring thing in the dialogue I'm writing across stories. Why am I doing this? Why is it familiar? And by the time we get to "Guard Your Heart," why do I have the feeling it's hit peak hilarity by the time Daniel's looking at those Talamasca photographs?

This is an awfully long punch line, but it's here. I wrote it, some version of it, some version of them, in another life. And for me it was another life, too, a life with the name of a girl I now barely recognize. Who is Adrienne? I know that Adrienne wrote this poem, but I no longer know her as well as I would like. However, I do know that she gave up almost everything she had to give me what I have now, and I'm the writer that I am because of her. I carry these characters with me because of her; she's the one who first read them.

(Also, here's another shout-out to @dreambreathing not just for being one of my best friends through all of this and one of the most talented artists I've ever known, but also for being the namesake of my current biggest troublemaker in Caldera. Love you, Paige.)

[turnipoddity]

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[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Pairings: Dom! Eddie munson x sub fem!reader

Warning: angst hurt/comfort slight smut unprotected sex, dom/sub relationship spankings use of safe word, face slapping. Aftercare (kind of)

18+ minors dni , not proofread.

Part 2

"What did we talk about sweetheart? " Eddie says standing in between your legs while you're perched on your kitchen counter.

"Im your dom not your boyfriend."" He said moving from his spot and going to grab the bowel of pasta to feed you. "Im sorry Eddie its just they kept asking me about our relationship and i didn't know what else to say."

Eddie spins the pasta around the fork and lifts it to his mouth to blow on it. Bringing the fork to your mouth you take a bite of the dinner he cooked for you. "Are you embarrassed by our relationship or something ? "He asks while taking a bite himself.

Shaking your head "No but i just dont want to go into this long explanation about what it is that we do...or how we met." you tried explaining hoping he doesn't get offended.

"What's so hard to explain?" He asks you and places the bowl down on the counter beside you. "I mean it's not a very hard concept to understand if you ask me. I set rules for you. You follow said rules and if you don't I punish you then I take care of you." Shrugging his shoulders.

Eddie leans forward moving a piece of hair from your face. He makes his voice low and husky while eyeing your lips. "Or if you're a good girl I reward you."

Swallowing hard all you can say while your voice is barely above a whisper "I'm sorry I just didn't want them to think anything bad about you." Eddie pouts his lower lip out jokingly at you.

"Eat up sweetheart we have a long night a head of us."

Opening wide you allow him to hand feed you your dinner. This was something he loved doing with you. He loved to cook for you and then feed it to you by hand. Something about it felt so intimate. Something that couples do with eachother on romantic dinner dates.

"Am I in trouble?" Looking up at him from your spot on the counter.

"Am I in trouble what?" He says crossing his arms over his chest and repeating your question back at you. "Am I in trouble sir?" Still trying to give him an innocent look hoping it'll spare you a few swats if you are in fact in trouble.

"Hmmm as much as I do love spanking your cute little bum you did nothing wrong...this time." He said with a smirk.

Sighing in relief you finish your dinner with Eddie while telling him about your girls day with Robin and Nancy. He seemed interested but you could tell there was something on his mind. You suspect it has something to do with him telling you you're gonna have a long night a head of you. After dinner he tells you to go strip down for him and wait for him.

You originally met Eddie at a Fetish Club where you joined to release some of these urges you had been feeling. He was the first Dom you've ever had and the only person you've ever paid to spank you.

The first time you went was a little overwhelming. There were men in masks. The women in tight latex outfits holding long whips.

Terrified but also exited is how you would describe yourself. The stress of everyday life and the single life was just too much to handle sometimes. You needed someone to help you forget about it just for a little while. That's where Eddie came in to help you.

When you first met him he was wearing just black Levi jeans with a chained belt that hung low on his hips. He had a few tattoos and his long hair was in a low bun on his neck. He caught you looking at his defined V line and his happy trail he spoke up first.

"What brings an innocent looking thing like you here to night."

"I just...I-I dont know really. I thought maybe someone can help me release some stress...help me forget everything for just a little bit." You say to him nervously

He smiles at you sweetly and grabs what looks to be a small paddle from a table full of various toys. You give yourself a chance to take in your surroundings and you start to notice everything.

The walls are blood red with a large X hung up on it. The bed over in the corner has a huge canopy with chains hanging down over the black satin sheets. There is a leather bench in the middle of the floor and there is whips hanging by the bed.

He turns to you and tells you to strip and bend over the bench.

"Before i help you sweetheart I need to go over some things with you first"

He motions you over to the bench to have a seat before you strip naked for him.

"I need you to know your limits okay? He says in a serious tone

"Green means youre good and to keep going, yellow means to slow down a bit and red means to stop completely. You got it?" He says looking into your eyes

Nodding your head yes "words sweetheart, i need you to repeat me." "Green im good, yellow i need you to slow down and red means i want you to stop" He smiles brightly at you and you notice his dimples for the first time.

"Good girl and i want you to know that even though im your dom you have the control. Im gonna make you think you dont but the minute you use your safe word im stopping"he tells you reassuringly.

"Now strip i dont want to ask you twice" He said in a more harsh tone and he stands up. You begin to take your clothes off piece by piece until you're only left in your bra and lace panties.

He cocks an eyebrow to you "i said strip that means those come off too."

After that first meeting, you became a regular of Eddie's. Seeing him almost every Friday and Saturday evening. You began getting to know each other outside of the club as well. He'd take you on lunch or breakfast dates.

You would go over to his loft apartment in the city. He would come over to yours and have movie nights. After a while, you became very close friends. Which is why he said he couldn't have you pay him to be your Dom any longer. Confused at first, you thought maybe he just didn't want you to be a client of his you anymore.

That's when he said he would love to be your personal Dom, and your payments wouldn't be necessary anymore. Since he was leaving the club, he still wanted to partake in what he was good at with someone he trusted as well. That would also give him free reign to fuck you after punishing you or during his play sessions.

Of course you said yes Eddie was an amazing Dom, and the thought of having sex with him has always been on your mind since you met him that first night. He was great at what he did and loved doing it. The thought of doing this with someone else, and having to rebuild all of this trust you both built up with each other just sounded exhausting.

Once you stripped yourself of your clothing and waited for eddie to come into your bedroom. He finally arrives 10 minutes later wearing only his jeans and no shirt with his hair in a low bun like he always has. He goes to grab something, and you think it's the paddle at first that's when you interrupt his movements.

"Eddie I thought you said i wasn't in trouble tonight? "

He turns around slowly, and you can see he didn't have the paddle in his hand but the vibrator that was laying next to it. He squints his eyes at you and clenches his jaw. He puts the vibrator back down next to the other toys. Stalking over to you slowly until he towers over your frame.

"What. Did. You. Just. Call me?" He asks through gritted teeth.

Looking up at him nervously, you begin to speak, but then you feel his large hand connecting with the soft skin of your cheek. Creating a loud slap noise that echoed in your dimly lite bedroom. Your face turns away, and you grab your cheek out or instinct.

He's looming over you while you're holding your hand to your face. Tears begin to spill out, and you're trying very hard to keep your breathing under control. He's never hit you like that before.

Sure a few light taps to the cheek to keep you focused while his cock was pounding in and out of you. He would paddle you or open hand spank your ass but nothing like this before. Sure you discussed it but he never actually went through with it.

Eddie's persona falters for a moment when he sees you trying to keep it together.

Putting a finger under your chin to look up at him "Color princess?"

"I'm still green sir." Is all you managed to say through your shakey breath.

The more you tried to hold it together, the more the tears were spilling down your cheeks. Your bottom lip wobbled while Eddie walked away to grab the paddle he was originally going to ignore that night. Walking back to you, he clicks his tongue and mockingly says to you,

" You're already crying like this, and I haven't even punished you yet. Tonight is gonna be very long for you, indeed." Putting his hand on your forearm, he gently moved your hand away from your now irritated cheek. Dragging his thumb across the imprint of his fingers.

He bends down to whisper in your ear. " I bet you wish I was your boyfriend instead, huh?" You look at him shocked. He's making fun of you now and taunting you. What you said earlier did upset him in some kind of way, and now he's gonna make you pay.

"Get on the bed face down and your pretty little ass up. Hurry and don't make me ask you twice, " He told you.

Getting on the bed and doing as you're told you grab a pillow to squeeze helping you calm your jangled nerves. He laughs at you once again and rubs your ass almost too gently for what he's about to do. "If I hear one whimper or cry coming from those pretty lips of yours it'll only make your night worse. "

"Yes sir, sorry sir I'll stop crying now" you said in between sniffles.

He groans at you and pulls the paddle backwards, and releases it against your ass with a powerf blow, causing your legs to almost give out. He whacks you multiple times, and you're trying so hard not to make a sound. The feeling of the paddle hitting you so hard and with so much force behind it. You begin to go numb from the pain he was inflicting on you.

Twenty hits are all you got from him, but it felt like so much more than that. He dips a finger inside you and notices you're not as wet as you usually are for him during this type of play. Instead of Eddie being worried, he instead makes fun of you some more.

"How can you ever get a boyfriend if the only thing that turns you on won't even get you wet?" Eddie said condescendingly.

You both had hard limits during your play session. The both of you agreed on was to not use what you said in confidence to be used against you as a punishment. He knew how sensitive the topic of dating was to you. He knew how badly you wanted to find someone who you felt would fill a void that was missing. He knew how you haven't had much experience with relationships and always thinking that someone being interested in you was a joke.

Now, here he was taunting you and making fun of your biggest insecurities for his own enjoyment. Did you want to date Eddie? Yes, you did. No one else has ever understood you the way he has before. Thinking about how he's making fun of you calling him your boyfriend takes you back to high school all over again. When jerks would ask you out as a joke, then point and laugh if you said yes.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. I said, turn over, and lay flat on your back before I make you."

Moving slowly and trying to lay back without irritating your bruised ass was not easy. You hiss when you turn over spreading your legs open for him.

"It's no wonder your still single." Tapping your head with his index finger "You're always in your own head not paying attention to what's going on around you."

Your bottom lips begins to shake and quiver all over again. You can't bring yourself to even look at him when's dragging his cock up and down your slit. You keep your head turned to the side facing the head board. Eddie brings his hand to your face trying to move it so you can look at him. But all you do is jerk it back and keep your eyes set on where they were before.

Wishing he would just hurry up and fuck you so he can leave you alone for the night. His words stung even if others might not think so. That topic was very touchy for you, and since you told him in confidence, trusting he would never use it against you, it hurt worse. Eddie slowly pushed himself inside you and began slowly pulling in and out. He's fucking you so painfully slow hoping he would get a reaction from you. Pulling out and slapping his cock on your clit to try and get a reaction from that too. Nothing.

You give him nothing in return. Your eyes full of sorrow and a pain in your chest. You keep thinking back to what he said and break down in a full-blown sob. He slows for a moment, thinking maybe the paddling he gave you was too much. He never even thought maybe it was about what he said to you earlier that caused your breakdown.

"Hey, it's okay. Look at me, sweetheart." Shaking your head no. you try to control your crying feeling weaker in front of him.

He tries to grab your face again, and you just jerk it away. "Color baby?" That's when he finally has your attention. He pulls his hard cock out waiting for your response.

You choke out "red sir"

"Fuck" Eddie says under his breath and goes to cradle you. Pushing him back you tell him to get away from you. He looks hurt but understands maybe it was all too much for you, and you can't process your emotions.

You push yourself up by the top of the bed and cover yourself with a pillow. Burying your face, you begin to sob uncontrollably.

Eddie moves to sit next to you and rubs your back, telling you to let it out. "Was it the slap to your face that was too much?"I know that was a new thing we discussed in passing."

He keeps rubbing your back and leans you over so your head is now resting on his chest. "Sweetheart, you have to tell me what it was that was too much."

"It's not what you did, sir. It's what you said to me."

Eyes going wide then softening. "You don't have to call me sir the session is over."

"We agreed we wouldn't use what is said in confidence as a punishment, and you did it anyways." You say in between sobs, catching your breath. He nods slowly and looks regretful. Eddie didn't know why he said those things.

Part of it was in the heat of the moment, and the other part he was, in fact, hurt you wouldn't tell your friends the truth about him. Thinking you were embarrassed or ashamed by the relationship you two developed. He let his feelings get in the way and wanted to hurt you the way you hurt him.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean any of it. Any man would be lucky to have you as their girl."

He told you, squeezing you tighter against him. Kissing the top of your head and resting his cheek on you. Eddie and you stayed like that for a long time until you both fell asleep. He knows you guys have a lot to talk about in the morning, but as of right now, he's gonna let you sleep it off. He hopes you'll be his forever. He hopes you'll forgive him in the morning. He promises he's gonna make it up to you the best way he knows how.

[lennsart]

If you’re still taking requests for these whumptober days, for nightmares how about hurt/comfort Wild whump where Legend’s doing the comforting. (Alternatively Wild happening to be the one awake for one of the Vet’s nightmares could also be interesting.)

For voiceless maybe Wild has a mutism episode while with the chain & has an identity crisis about it. (“Oh no am I becoming like my past self,” that sorta thing.”)

& if you need ideas for Only For Emergencies that involves something other than the FD mask… how about one of the medallions (they’d be tricky to use in a large group) or perhaps the magic cape of invisibility. Maybe Legend gives one of the Chain members something & tells them to only use it in an emergency (lo & behold an emergency happens of/c). If it’s Wild he can hold off on using it for as long as possible in-part b/c he’s afraid of breaking it?

Oh oh anon you can't do this to me, now it's a two parter in my head. Legend comforts Wild one night and gets comforted another. Why are you cursing me like that, I am so unable to shut up this will be 3k words !!! (Joking here, thank you for giving me ideas !)

Hmmm I like the idea of a mutism episode ! It might not end up being Wild, though, I'll think about it. I do have some headcanons about how verbal the Link are/were ; I'm thinking about Four or Warriors too. Wild is definitely a challenger, though, but sorry in advance if it ends up being another one !

You got me for the Only for Emergencies, I was trying to get something else than the Fierce Deity or the ocarina ! I might end up writing something with Time anyway though. It just fits this prompt very well, and is in less than a week, aaaaa

I do like your idea of Legend giving things to the chain, hmmm. I will keep this idea on the pot and see if I manage to cook something...

There's just one small problem : if I listened to myself this whole whumptober would be me torturing Legend lmao, I'm already having ideas with him for 8-ish prompts and he will probably end up in more (if I need to write something quickly. He's my trump card, don't ask why, he's just easy to bully)

Not that it's bad ! But I do want to try my hand at writing other people too,arg— That's part of why I'm stuck on some of the prompts, I'm like "this could be Legend. LIKE EVERYTHING CAN BE"

[phantomthiefgaige]

Sburb:Final Test Build! (Prologue)

*A website opens up showing a chatlog between four individuals. A website called Troll-A-Chum. This was the last normal conversation before the session started.*

dynamicProtagonist: thAtcher, where the hell are you?! is your thinkpan, sorry…”Brain” still Culminating on the newest set of excuses to holD Everyone back from Fully levelinG up for the better?!

thinkpanObliterator: Come now Adroxi, it izn’t all that zerious. He could juzt be running a bit behind iz all.

zanyKnight: Sorry! I’m super late! Had another run in with “You know who.” He was guarding my copy of SBURB along with THE DONUTS.

DP: are tHese “donuts” really that Important you had to needlessly capitalize them?

ZK: …they had chocolate frosting…

grimmestDarkpony: did somebody say chocolate?!?! :D

TO: Ahh, Emmi. You’re here. I take it your copy is in your handz?

GP: yeah! got it in the mail today from my parents!

TO: Parentz, zuch a human conztruct anyway. Zounds like it would be better than…hmmm, no. What we have iz much better. Anywayz insert the game in already or elze the cluckbeazt will find you~!

DP: kasill…stop…

ZK: Can we play now?

DP: thatcher, pay attention and insert the disc!

*As soon as they insert the disc…things go dark…for the audience. For now. Lets get the plot of this story out of the way, then we’ll do roll call.*

The real title of this tale…

Homestuck: Connection Lost

The plot is similar to the main series. Four varying aged individuals decide to play a game together, however after entering the medium, the connection to their server is lost and as such, their world is deleted. However, the four end up in another session. One already in progress with a boy, his friends, and eight trolls negging them as well…yeah they’ve wound up in the beta timeline and must work with them to at least save this world.

Unoriginal plot is now out of the way. Now, lets get on with the role call!

Up first, the self proclaimed “leader” of this group.

Adroxi Repits

Adroxi is a teal Blooded troll who has a passion for justiCe and as such works on his figure to grow himself physically. he is heavily inspireD by jrpgs and oftEn thinks oF himself as the protaGonist. wHIle he can come across as rude and…very rude, deep down he has a bond with most of his friends that will be pushed to their limits while on this Journey. He’s also the one who made the Troll-A-Chum servers for his friends to talk on.

Age: 8.5 Sweeps (18.5. 23 by the credits)

Weapons: His fists, SwordBats

Typing quirks: AlphaBetiCal capitalization.

Chumhandle: dynamicProtagonist

Next is.

Kasill Vaveil

Kasill is a Jade blooded troll who can handle the Alternian sun like most do but something is off about her. Instead of embracing the nurturing and caregiving side most of them have, she fears that if she does this, she’ll cause problems and will lead others to their deaths. To remedy this she hides behind a “kooky” and wacky persona so that nobody suspects she’s hiding anything. She lets it slip with her friends though at times…mainly Thatcher and Adroxi.

Age: 7 Sweeps (15. 20 by the credits)

Weapons: Barbed Wire, Chains

Typing quirks: Replaces all S’s with Z’s

Chumhandle: thinkpanObliterator

Next we have

Jaey Thatcher

Jaey is a normal everyday human who’s sleep deprived and lives with a guy who dresses in knight armor and trains him in “the way of the knight.” Which mainly includes random attacks and being left on the ground after getting his ass kicked. Due to living on edge he’s never had time to figure out how to act or who he wants to act like. What he does know is that he LOVES pissing off “Crusader” often by using alternate weapons, shifting interests, finding more interests in samurai movies instead of knight movies, and giving up swords for fountain pens.

Age: 14.5 (20 by the credits)

Weapons: Fountain Pens, Broadswords

Typing quirks: Normal text but CAPITALIZES important items and titles.

Chumhandle: zanyKnight

Finally on our list is

Emmi Jollie

Emmi is the youngest of the quartet and yet so mature she was allowed to name herself two years early! She gets pouty at her parents for telling her no all the time and being responsible so she turns to her online friends who agreed they’ll help her grow up. She is the glue holding them together and without her they wouldn’t be friends. She loves normal girly stuff like the color pink, horses, and the twisted and macabre stuff like horror terrors and, thanks to “mister white text man” she’s really interesting in “Grimdarks.” She hopes that someday her friends can see that she can grow up without them and she’ll be okay on her own one day.

Age: 11 at the start. (12 when they enter the other world. 17 by the credits)

Weapons: Pop guns, revolvers, wiffle ball bats

Typing quirks: all lowercase. Lots of exclamation marks and smiles when excited.

Chumhandle: grimmestDarkpony

And with that, the roll call is done and I hope this weird what if has interested you…now a note from the author.

Author Talk: Hey guys…so this is my weird little HSAU series I’ve been planning for months. Still ironing some things out but I can answer any questions you may have.

1, Why are YOU in this?

A: It was originally an rp series that fell through but over time I developed it more and as such am keeping him here as his own separate character. Shipping stuff, if any, will only be for after the credits esq pics where everyone in the story is established to be 18 and older…not with Emmi though. She’s too young. Speaking of.

2, Why the varying ages?

A: Well…having everyone be multiple ages is something I don’t see too often in these stories so I wanted to try it for myself and see if I could make it work.

3, Will this ever be on MSPFA or have pictures to go with it?

A: Not unless a team of deranged folks wanna go along with this somehow for free cuz I’m both broke and artistically bankrupt. Hell I made these guys in the character maker for HS.

4, Is this just cringy fanfiction?

A: Hell yeah baby. But fuck it, we ball.

With this all being said. I hope you enjoyed reading…this in all its….glory?

[art-of-mathematics]

Sometimes/often I just want to be an ordinary man with ordinary interests, ordinary expectations from life and ordinary wishes and here I am: autistic and conscious of all my lack of basic life skills.

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Currently lt's disabling. My focus is non-existent. My clumsyness is so severe that I even refuse to leave the bed, not due to being depressed, but because I have no "brain capacity" to determine my moves properly without causing chain reactions of incidences. It is no exaggeration, but whenever I attempt to solve a problem (like a glass of water fell down..) I cause even more shitty incidences. It's the quanity and frequentation of those incidences that is disabling.

My sensory problems are severe as well. Both sensory processing is deficitary as well as the "output" via motoric control of my body.

Whenever I fail 90% in what I do, I always remember all the shitty degrading comments I received.

I had a bit of self esteem, but thanks to severely desinterested psych workers I have lost my self esteem entirely.

Everyday I hear these comments in my mind and I have nothing to hold against it. I have no counter-example. I have so few experiences where I could achieve something, where my kind of thinking was even wanted.

Constantly being deemed as dumb and whatever is painful when you know you can be smart - with a bit of self esteem and trust in yourself, with just few affirmative words - and an option to advance your knowledge and skills.

Having no options to use my knowledge and skills - and especially not being able to improve and work on them makes me sad. Additionally, working on expanding/improving my knowledge and skills could help me with my self-esteem.

It's saddening.

In the last months I could not train my mind enough to remain functional.

I need daily mental workout to remain a basic level of functionality of basic cognitive abilities. It's like a person with muscular dystrophy - they have to train hard everyday just to remain at a basic functionality.

My verbal and communication skills severely decreased over the last months. Whenever I attempt to write something - may it be poetry, philosophy or about STEM topics it turns into utter gibberish shortly after I started writing.

Even basic grammar becomes deficitary. Word finding problems are severe too.

My brain is super slow. Processing information is filled with more errors than i am able to detect and correct via metacognition. Even basic perception is exhausting because of this. In moments of severe exhaustion my vision becomes double (double pictures) and if I continue the exhausting task (mostly tasks that require much working memory capacity) I become delirious and then fall asleep while doing the task... mental overload... mental shutdown. Mental CPU used by 100%.

The dissociation aspect in my cognitive processes makes it all too difficult, as, well, my memory is like a server having multiple co-existing sub-systems - each of them is also errorous. And sending information between the servers, as to use this analogy, is a very "mental-CPU-exhausting task"...

.... hmmm I might want to write an article about cognitive processes in general - and how it is with my own sensory as well as memory processing. Some weeks ago I started doing short explanations of analogies between cognitive processes and "computer and math terms".

I also want to use pseudocode to depict some "working mechanisms" of my cognition, so to speak.

(I made these many months ago:)

I might go into detail when I actually continue this project.

[subbyfoxelf]

[tv review] discovery 3x11-3x13 (2020-21)

3x11 “su’kal”

acting. captain. tilly.

i know osyraa takes the ship from her (and is pretty hot in the process, ngl), but the way she holds her own in their first few confrontations was pretty badass. and i love, love, loved michael’s pep talk to her and everyone being so completely behind her.

this episode starts a three-episode arc that wraps up all of the season’s plot lines in a satisfying way while also just being an extremely well-structured story as its own entity. saru, michael, and culber go on a rather unique away team mission with a ticking clock. by the end of the episode, the away team is actually saru, culber, and adira after book swoops in to bring michael back to discovery and adira stows away because they’re a badass.

this episode is definitely more about setting the stage for the last two episodes of the season, whereas those episodes are more about all kinds of shit happening omg, but it still manages to be a damn good episode in its own right. a-rank

3x12 “there is a tide…”

michael burnham IN space die hard.

also, admiral vance and osyraa’s negotiations are badass. the conflict between the emerald chain and the federation is made explicit when osyraa actually says the word “capitalism” out loud. vance and the federation are actually totally interested in peace with the chain as long as osyraa steps down and faces justice for her many, many crimes.

acting captain tilly really, really shines when her crew stages a jailbreak. she’s just totally on top of everything, and issuing orders like she’s been doing it her whole life.

but, yeah. space die hard starring michael burnham is the main attraction here, and it totally works. and it’s fully justified by the narrative.

you guys, season 3 managed to do the same basic idea that drove me crazy in season 1 (michael burnham vs. the world), and make it actually good??? this is how you do an individual hero story. by making her part of something more, and not having that thing be an abstract idea that everyone around her should theoretically agree with. instead, you make her part of a family, and have her explicitly fighting for them.

even the heart-wrenching bit of storytelling where she sends an unwilling stamets off the ship for his own protection and he explicitly describes this as a betrayal while begging her not to contributes to this. it explicitly morally imperils burnham by attaching the stakes to her family.

it also shows her making a difficult command decision. the kind we’re told over and over, including by michael herself, that a captain needs to be able to make.

hmmm. s-rank

3x13 “that hope is you, part 2”

captain michael burnham.

in a way, this was always where this was going. this whole show, i mean. it still surprised me the first time i saw it, i had just kind of come to accept the status quo of her being the central character of the story without being the captain. but looking back over the series as a whole leading up to this point… what else could it have been leading to?

the idea of michael having a command of her own is introduced in the very first episode of the series. it’s explicitly what phillipa was preparing her for. and this season has been all about michael’s growth, getting her to the point where she was really, truly ready for the center seat.

the moment when acting captain tilly insists on michael taking command is perfect. “you need to lead us. you. but, um, if it helps, that’s an order.” and then admiral vance asks her to take command officially and it just feels so completely right. my favorite part of this being the admiral explicitly saying that michael has been waiting too long, that she deserves this.

but to make this okay, we need something for saru that’s more important than the center seat. and he finds that in su’kal, the lonely, traumatized kelpian boy who caused the burn. it’s very sweet seeing saru patiently establish trust with him. despite the urgency of their situation, he knows not to push too hard too fast. it makes their bond feel extremely earned.

also also also, gray gets a (temporary, holographic) body!! and gets to meet hugh and they’re such a great family and hugh explicitly promises that they’ll find a way to bring gray back permanently and aaaaaaa.

so, uh, yeah. that wraps up… maybe the best single season of any star trek show… ever? it’s hard to say, because we’re talking about over 40 seasons. but… yeah. regardless, this one really stood out.

i’m so grateful this show eventually became this. s-rank

[turbofanatic]

After too many years I've finally realized I can have my nice aesthetic pictures with a short description, plus my enormous background writings by reblogging later. Will wonders never cease.

Various tidbits below cut:

Tiny's armor has been difficult, because I'm trying to combine the Hero's Shade armor with something semi-plausible AND make the aesthetic fit into the world. It's hard! For one thing, his armor looks like no other armor in the game, where did he get it? Odds are pretty good that the developers just put some cool stuff on a reskinned darknut and called it a day, but I am here to overthink things. I'm using some Etruscan influences to distinguish it from Hyrule Kingdom armor (also using Etruscan influences for Ikana... hmmm).

It's probably pretty obvious by now, but the Fierce Deity's Mask just gave young Tiny the abilities of himself as an adult. It's symbolic of him *actually* growing up instead of that weird stunted thing that came out of a seven year coma. People comment a lot on him being unnaturally pretty in Ocarina of Time, but I do creepy better than pretty so OoT adult Link is a weird test tube prettyboy because Fi Just used the prior guy as a blueprint. Sorry dude. She couldn't change his wonderful nose though. Anyways it's interesting that both the fierce deity form and the Hero's Shade are enormous dark-magic aligned armored warriors that shoot projectiles out of their sword even when not at full health! Coincidence?! Probably yes, but not for Bad Moon!

Okay, for Fuzzbutt we have to talk about the mask first. I'm using Celtic inspiration for the Kokiri, and since Ordon is clearly a reference to them they also get the Celtic inspiration (them and the light spirits). So I referenced several Celtic brooches for this.

Originally I had it so that Fuzzbutt could turn into a wolf at will, but that's not really how it works in-game (which involves using the shadow crystal with Midna's help). Now he's both scarred by the wolf transformations making him a very wolfy hylian, and prone to transforming in large concentrations of dark magic (good news though! Dark magic doesn't hurt him!) which is very annoying but heeeeey he's got a great-great-great (???) grampy that knows how to turn curses into masks sooooooo...

I'm thinking Righty's armor (based largely on the hylian armor set) is a padded gambeson (this poor guy is so skinny, they need all the padding they can get) underneath chain mail, underneath something akin to a 1950's hockey sweater. Those things are tough. I've removed the weird leather breast-plate thingy because it just looked uncomfortable to me.

Righty is carrying so many weapons! Lots are modified. They include Sheikah throwing knives, a Zonai electric sword fixed up by Purah, and a Zora sword gifted from king Sidon. Awwww. It's funny to imagine the big fish still being extremely supportive of this walking cyborg corpse because Hylians all look kind odd to him anyways.

I'm removing most of the back scabbards, because it's difficult to pull swords from them. Exceptions include some odd open-scabbard designs (for exotic swords that do not need oiling and cleaning) and Tiny can hold stuff with his vines. It's a cool party trick.

Feel free to ask questions, I don't intend to go as far as making a comic with Bad Moon, but I've put a lot of (too much) thought into it.

I'm also changing some of the lore around, so if you see something that contradicts earlier stuff, I probably changed my mind! I do that! I'm not being paid for this and I don't care!

You're not human anymore.

You're not human anymore.

Your eyes go black electric blue.

The animal inside of you.

-elegant slims

[ceterisparibus116]

Part 1

So I essentially live-blogged the new She-Hulk episode in one of my discords, and thought some of you might be interested:

I'm so late to this party but I'm finally watching the episode

and first of all, I think she got all of Leapfrog's potential claims correct!

except strict liability and manufacturer's defect might be redundant but I'm not sure bc that's civil law and I hate civil law

oh my gosh oh my gosh

her boss calling her out on being more upset over suing the guy who makes her nice clothes than she was over representing the guy who almost tried to kill her cousin?

"watch the show for Jen," they say, "love Jen," they say, "Jen is a great character," they say

she's funny but wowwww

"I do not make suits that malfunction" - I believe him

is...is Matt late to court

in another person's show

OH MY GOSH

I AM SCREAMING

MATT IS LATE FOR COURT AGAIN

BROSIF

welp yeah he's clearly in good hands, they are clearly keeping him 100% in character ad;lkajdsk;as

also his voice

also Jen not-so-discretely checking him out the second he appears smh

"trouble finding parking" bruh

oh my gosh OH MY GOSH her asking for his entire client list

GUYS

GUYYYYYS

she's overtly going on a fishing expedition with her discovery request for the whole client list

"a gross invasion of people's privacy based on a very shaky what-if" MATT TELL HER

it's not material to this case whether the malfunction has affected other people? It's not - HOW?

she has the burden of proving that the malfunction occurred in this case. Unless there's some kind of bizarre chain reaction, there's no way that malfunctions in other cases (if they even occurred) would affect whether a malfunction occurred in this case

oh my goshhhhhh Matt demonstrating how the privacy concern is higher here bc of the nature of the work is so perfect, although technically that would...hmmm. That wouldn't actually determine the relevance issue, and he really should make clear that he's not ceding the point of relevance

THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS HAVE BEEN REPEALED I'M SCREAMING

what the heck WHAT THE HECK. She's bringing up the public figure argument - that's for slander and libel, not for product liability????

JENNNNN

anyway, legal issues aside

at a meta level, it is so glorious seeing Matt vehemently defend the importance of anonymity of superheroes

ooh and he's claiming Leapfrog misused the suit? That's a defense to any products liability claim

aaaand he used jet fuel. Okay. Yep

also this is so unrelated but having been on an LOTR kick where the ringwraiths constantly sniff things, my first response to Matt sniffing things was horror

okay so the only issue here is that Leapfrog wasn't under oath when he admitted to using jet fuel

but I can forgive that for the sake of pacing

"am I gonna go to jail" lololol dude

aside from them getting the letter of the law more right than they have so far, I really appreciate that they're also touching on the legal issue of when and to what degree you can actually ever...believe your clients

even if your clients aren't straight-up lying, they might just make dumb decisions, or even if they're not dumb or lying, they might just not mention something that's important bc they don't know it's relevant

and I know pacing is a thing, but like...come on, Jennifer

HE BOUGHT HER A DRINK

HELLO

[discussion from others in the discord about whether it's Jennifer's fault for ending up with a dumb client since she didn't want to take the case in the first place]

it's one thing to say "I don't want this case bc there's a conflict of interest" which doesn't help if the client signs a waiver. It's another thing to say "I don't want this case bc I looked into it and I don't believe my client, either give me more time to investigate or give the case to someone else because I can't ethically pursue a case that I don't believe I can prove"

okay the flirting tho

this flirting is actually good writing?

I like how they both are clearly trying to figure the other out, but they're doing it by asking questions sort of...sideways and not always giving clear answers

like there's a whole layer of conversation beneath what they're actually saying

"as someone who works for 'them' full time, I really don't have any gas in the tank for anything else." See...I feel bad for Jennifer, I do, but like...* sigh * this is what gets me about her character. No one forced her to take the job. Is it bad that I wish she'd somehow been blackmailed into it? Like, literally no choice?

"you can if you choose / be the best of both worlds" - IT'S NOT THAT GROUNDBREAKING OF AN IDEA BUT OKAY DISNEY

"we're all feeling this right, it's not just me" - best fourth wall break in the whole series lol

he's so awkward ad;lkdsak;ads

his laugh 🥺

gosh I LOVE that they introduced him as lawyer!Matt before introducing him as DD

"I'm billing you for the whole hour" - let's go

"I think I'm being attacked!" / "Legally or physically?" why is that so funny to me

"my famous secret lair"

oh is this the first time she wears her suit? The first time she wears her suit is after talking to Matt?

I'm sorry, Jen, Matt is the real hero of this show if you couldn't even -

never mind I've already ranted about that 😆

Matt: * jumps off a building*

I love him

okay the CGI is definitely not as grounded but the whole show isn't as grounded so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

she just - threw a car at him

that could kill him???

Matt conceding that her assuming he's a bad guy bc of his costume which he specifically chose to be scary is a fair point is so good

THE MUSIC

KETCHUP AND MUSTARD SHE CALLED IT OUT

[extended back-and-forth about the fact that we got a tiny hint of whump]

[peachiimilquetea]

𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 boyfriend has never been too sexual of a guy... or so he thought

this authors note is gonna be a bit longer so bare with me pls. so this is the very first request im doing! woo! tysm to @m0chilattae ​ for this request it was so good and i had a lot fun fleshing it out! this is also my first scenario so its not gonna be in my usually bulleted format. I hope you guys like it and please let me know if you have any preferences for legibility or anything like that!

length: 2.6k

contains: sub!bf x dom!reader, afab/fem!reader, light b0ndage, edging, teasing, use of baby boy, use of miss/mistress, light degradation (m!receiving), face sitting/ oral (mostly r! receiving), light overstimulation (m! receiving), 69 technically?, vibe play

“wow you didn’t even flinch,” you murmured

you and your boyfriend sat on the couch cuddled up together, the dim light from the tv softly reflected on your faces. this movie almost was unbearably long, but he had insisted you had to see it and so here you were almost an hour later.

“what?”

you pulled your eyes away from the screen to look at your boyfriend.

“this woman is getting some of the best dick of her life on screen and you didn’t even miss a beat,” you giggled.

you weren’t even trying to be funny. the actress on screen let out an exaggerated moan as the man in front of her practically plowed into her, almost to prove your point. the scene wasn’t really your cup of tea but even you were a bit affected, feeling heat prick your skin as you watched the sex scene unfold.

your boyfriend, however, seemed extremely disinterested.

“hey can we skip this scene?” he asked and you grabbed the remote to fast forward.

the rest of the movie went pretty well. your boyfriend made a pretty good choice for this week’s movie night, but you were more focused on what he said earlier.

“babe?”

“hm?”

“so that scene really didn’t make you feel anything? not even a little stomach flutter?”

“nope,” he said popping the p for emphasis, “its just not my thing i guess.”

it wasn’t a secret in your relationship that your boyfriend had a significantly lower sex drive than you did. it was a running joke among his friends and he was almost notorious for not really being too interested in the cultural narrative of traditional sex.

you didn’t hold it against him of course, you loved him all the same and he even got you some toys for the times that he just wasn’t feeling it, but something was always off about his apathy towards getting down and dirty with you. there was, however, one thing you had not tried yet.

you were a switch, but you had never tried to turn the tables on your boyfriend. it could be the missing piece you thought, as you cleaned up the living room. as he took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them you made the executive decision to test your running theory

“you know, i think we should try something later this week,” you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

“yeah? something like what?” he turned off the water and sighed, leaning into your touch.

“hmmm its a surprise. but you do have to come up with a safeword for me.”

“ill think about it”

and thus your plan was set into motion.

on the days leading up to the finale of your master plan, you decided to start small with the teasing. you had never attempted to turn the tables on your boyfriend and you were extremely curious as to how things would go.

you had asked him to go out and pick up some things for dinner.

“im home!” he called and you directed him to the kitchen with his bags.

“i was just about to start cutting up veggies, so perfect timing babe. did you get the salmon i asked for?”

“yup! i got the last fillet.”

“good boy! you’re so helpful baby i was afraid there wouldn’t be any left”

your boyfriend paused mid-action as he processed what you had just said to him. he didn’t notice the way you were subtly taking note of how his face heated up slightly and how he began to fumble over his words just a little.

the pet name made his stomach do flips, but why was that? did he like that? he didn’t even know himself, but he pushed it down and continued to help you unpack the groceries and set up for your meal. 

the second time you teased him was when he was doing some work for school. he had managed to give himself a huge papercut and came out of his room to find you for help.

“what the hell happened?” you gasped as you saw the state of his finger. he would live but you had no idea how he managed to do this with one sheet of paper.

“s’just a papercut but it stings like crazy. do you have a bandaid?”

you hurried to get him fixed up so he could get right back to work,

“you have to be more careful, baby boy, you only get 10 fingers,” you smiled at him, knowing your words would have an effect on him again.

he sputtered, whatever he was going to say becoming a jumbled mess in his mouth at the casual way you called him baby boy. it was so natural for you, and it sounded so so good to his ears.

“what?” he croaked out, desperately hoping you would repeat yourself.

“are you feeling ok? you’re looking a bit flushed, babe. i just said you need to be more careful, how much blood did you lose?”

“n-not too much,” he ran a hand through his hair to subtly calm himself down, “it was just a paper cut.”

“well ok, if you need anything else you know where to find me.”

the smile in your voice was a new kind of torture to him. he didn’t even know he could feel so hot all the time, let alone from words alone.

you, on the other hand, were growing more and more excited as the days passed. the build-up would make the end of the week that much sweeter and you were determined to make it good for him.

the end of the week couldn’t come fast enough for the two of you. your boyfriend had never been this horny in your life and you had never been so ready to help him out.

as you gently adjusted the restraints around his wrists he felt all sorts of anticipation bubbling in his stomach. he didn’t know what you had planned but he was almost itching to find out. so much for not being too interested.

“do you remember the safe word?” you asked, tugging the chain to check its security to the bed.

“yes,” he breathed.

“good.”

you left the room to collect yourself and to give yourself the element of surprise. you had to make this a performance, and a damn good one at that.

giving yourself one last look over in the mirror, you stepped back into the room and put on your dominant demeanor. it felt good to be back after such a long time.

“you know,” you started, circling your boyfriend on the bed, “i almost feel silly for not picking up on this sooner.”

your boyfriend said nothing verbally, but his eyes followed you like a starved animal, mind holding onto every word you said for dear life. his mouth was so dry and he was so turned on.

“its funny really, i never did anything because i didn’t want to scare you. isn’t that ironic, baby?” you mused out loud, “the one thing you wanted all along has been here the whole time.”

he finally found his voice, asking, “and what’s that?”

you came closer to him, hooking your leg around his other side and sitting on top of him. you teasingly rubbed your hands all over his chest and stomach, reveling in how he squirmed for you made such small and cute sounds.

“you wanted someone to take control.”

he screwed his eyes shut and let out a low “fuck” at your words as you rubbed over his nipples lightly. he stared at your tits, desperately wanting to grope you back but being stopped by his restraints. 

he bucked in surprise when you pinched them, letting out a loud gasp and throwing his head to the side.

“awww, my baby boy is so sensitive,” you crooned and you swore you watched him die and go to heaven when you called him that.

“you like it when i call you a good boy?”

he groaned, nodding his head feverishly. you caressed his face and kissed him on the forehead, getting off his lap and getting out your box of toys from underneath the bed. it was time to really make him see stars

“as glad as i am that we’ve gotten to the root of your issue, you still need to be punished for not being truthful with me.”

“but _____ i didnt-”

“who?” you asked, voice turning icy in a split second, “you call me miss or mistress. do you understand?”

“yes miss,” he shivered.

“now, are you going to behave?” you asked, vibrator in hand.

he eyed the toy down but still nodded. you motioned for him to lift his hips up and got his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear strapped to your shared bed.

it was a sight you never thought you were going to see, so you savored it, drinking in his naked and flushed form, and really enjoying how antsy he got under your gaze. it was truly intoxicating.

“you always told me your sex drive was low, and yet here you are, practically keening at the thought of me using you like the toy you are. do you want me to touch you?”

he began to nod but you grabbed his jaw, making him look you in the eye, “use your words like a good boy.”

“yes mistress, i want you to touch me so bad”

“where do you want me to touch you?”

“o-on my c-chest and stomach. a-and on my… you know,” he mumbled shyly towards the end.

“you have to say it, baby boy,” you grinned pinching and twisting his nipples again. he cried out in surprise and pleasure.

“my cock! i want you to touch my cock! please miss!”

you smiled as he started to crack and looked down at where his dick strained in his underwear. his cock head was practically dripping, leaving him with a dark patch right on the front of his underwear. you hadn’t even properly touched him yet and he was almost cumming in his pants.

you pulled his briefs down, enjoying the view of his cock bouncing back up and hitting his lower stomach. grabbing it with some force, you started to stroke him, thumbing his slit to spread his precum around and use it like lube. 

“we’ll have you get you a cock ring soon because this won’t do,” you said, making a fist for him to buck up into.

he was moaning pretty loud now, the loudest you’d ever heard him outside of receiving head. there was a familiar but searing heat blooming in your stomach but you pushed it down. right now the focus was on him.

turning on the vibrator, you concentrated it to the underside of his head. he let out a yelp, then a hiss and a whine as he felt the waves of pleasure crash over him.

“t-this- its too much! s’too much!”

you let it continue for a few seconds before turning the vibrator off and moving away from him. 

you watched as your boyfriend fought against his restraints, bucking into the empty air for even a semblance of friction.

“i was on the edge! w-why did you stop?”

“you thought mistress was going to let you cum that easily? you’re working for this baby,” you stepped back up to him and grabbed his cock again, turning the vibrator to a higher setting than before.

back and forth you went edging the boy on the bed. as you teased him more and more, he became more restless, thrashing around more and really letting himself feel every stroke, change of pace, and new vibration. 

after a while, you couldn’t take the pangs of white-hot need shooting through your abdomen so you decided to put him to good use. you turned the vibe off, leaving the poor boy at the edge and climbed back on top of him, scooting yourself over to where his face was.

his eyes widened as he looked up at you, realizing what you had planned for him in real time. 

“do you think you can handle me sitting on your face?”

he audibly groaned, “yes mistress. i would love- mmmph!”

you cut him off by lowering yourself down on him, relishing in the relief of his tongue on your cunt. he moved in long and languid strokes at first, almost teasing, but then began to really eat as if his life depended on it, sucking on your cl!t and fucking you with his tongue.

you could feel your legs shaking as he went to town. you grabbed the headboard and unconsciously began to grind against his face, giving him little pockets of air now and then. you then got an amazing idea.

you completely dismounted off his face and turned around so you were facing his cock. he was still tied up very well, and he bucked his hips up at the view of your ass right in his face. 

he lifted his head to take a bite out of it and you slapped his thigh, chuckling at how eager he was. he had earned the right to be a little bit playful at least.

“do you want me to make you cum? you’ve been a good boy so i think you’ve earned it.”

“yes yes! i wan- i want it more than anything- i-”

“but,” you grabbed his cock, “ you have to make me cum first.”

“i-i can do that,” he moaned and you lowered yourself onto him and let him take over. it felt so good you almost forgot that his cock was right there.

you pressed a few light kisses to the head and almost immediately came his muffled moans from being deep in your pussy. you were so close you just needed a little but more.

he sucked on you with vigor, finally tipping you over the edge with a harsh suck to your clit. you cried out and braced yourself on his thighs, riding out your orgasm all over his face. he groaned as he tried to keep up with you, licking up everything that gushed out with vigor and you spasmed in slight overstimulation as he cleaned you up.

“you’re such a good boy,” you sighed.

you flipped around once again, catching him in a searing kiss before sinking down on his cock without warning. you swallowed a garbled moan of his as you continued to kiss him and leave marks on his neck and chest, riding him slowly.

“miss, im not gonna last long at all,” he whimpered and you ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his face as you looked at him.  

“that’s ok, baby boy. just let go”

two more strokes and he was cumming in you with a loud groan. his heavy breathing fanned your face as you continued past the threshold of pleasure he was prepared for.

“m-miss- i-ah! i finished- finished!” he babbled as you rode him into an overstimulated frenzy

“hurts-it hurts! please mistress no more!”

you finally slowed to a stop and let him just calm down inside you. after unsheathing him and taking off his restraints, you laid in your bed together in comfortable silence.

“what was that?” he asked and the both of you dissolved into post-coitus giggling. 

“well i’ve always been a domme, but i never thought you would be into that kinda thing. you never seemed like you were into any kind of thing.”

“that is true. i just didn’t know i was into… that”

he sighed as you played with his hair, “well now that we know, we can do more. a lot more.”

he looked up at you with a lazy smile, “most definitely”

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @kixa​

[mocacheezy]

So I am reading Exodus right? And it took me ages to get over the 12th chapter since I dreaded the Council Shitshow and assumed it will blow up then and there. Welp, I was wrong.

So now I finished the 13th chapter and oh my fucking shit Orion, honey. Honey no, you fucked up spectacularly. You set yourself up for such a damn fuckery between you and Megatron and you don't even realize it.

Megatron is in no way reasonable or not responsible for the excalation of said fuckery, but I can absolutely see how his (very extreme) reaction makes sense given the chain of events following what Orion does here.

So I shall screech about it. Do note that I am also Mega-biased. Book spoilers below.

Summary of the post: Orion Pax, albeit unintentionally, completely overshadowed Megatron, named the cause for Megatron with disregard for the name he claimed just minutes prior, and also displayed the difference between higher and lower castes as blatantly as it gets (one patient and reasonable, the other angry), finishing his speech by letting the Council know they must make their choice between peace or destruction today as they pick the new Prime.

Yet he still wonders why Megatron is angry as the stands chant "Autobots!" after his speech.

So we start with the set up; Megatron is once again pointing out that Orion's priviledge and connection are the only reason why they have the chance to speak with the Council, and Orion points out that airing grievances will get him nowhere. He also suggests Megatron stops pretending and presents himself as a legitemate leader of a movement, since, quote: "If they think you're just a gladiator they'll cut you off in a nanoklik and you'll never get a second chance."

Pax has good points, Megatron acknowledges this and before they part, Orion has one last advice:

(...) "Don't make too much of an entrance. One thing you have to know about the Council is that they hate to be upstaged."

Megatron is Megatron, but his start was calm compared to his usualy speeches. He stated the facts, told how him and those like him live - how they were all nameless and how some only learned their own worth through death and killing in the arena - and, before the questions from the Council start, he does express gratitude;

"(...) My friend Orion Pax, I thank you for helping our cause gain this platform; and to the High Council, I express my thanks for your time and attention.

All in all, it was quite impressive seeing the contrast from his speech in the arena and here.

And then the provocative questions from the Counil members start, and the word Decepticon is dropped in relation to the terrorist attacks;

After his exit, Sigil, the Representative of the Guilds - who "(...) administered the castes and excersized absolute control over which newly born Cybertronians were routed into which castes." - speaks of how well the Guilds work and then says this;

"Decepticon?" echoed Megatron. "An interesting name."

"You would think so," Drivetrain pressed him. "Since it was you who coined it, was it not?"

Megatron drew himself up to his whole height. (...) "I would say that you should implicate neither me nor my friend Orion Pax until you have facts. What other bots might have said means nothing to me. But if the term Decepticon is to be laid at my feet I accept it!" he said. "Sometimes deception is necessary, when those who should listen to the truth will not, and will only understand once they've been lied to and forced to see their own lies."

After this there is uproar, and with what those that call themself Decepticons did, Megatron didn't make the situation any easier. His exit from the stand is in no way calm either. But that's who he is, so no surprise that his temper took the wheel after repetative provocations and thinly veiled insults from the Council.

Oof. Yeah, hmmm, Megatron and others are probably used to that slag, but I am still surprised noone got shot or restrained. Good job to everyone in the stands that support the cause.

(...) "Can one criminal... one gladiator with the deaths of how many innocents on his conscience... Can this killer be suffered to undermine what Primus himself has decreed when he created this planet and seeded all Cybertronians on it throughout the Well of the Allsparks?"

So this was Megatron's defense, and now comes Orion, with an opening that had me slack jawed.

He channeled that displeasure & anger well, begining with the most polite way of saying "Fuck you Sigil" and I live for it.

"I say first that Sigil makes no friends among unhappy Cybertronians because he is as pompous as any spark has ever been," Orion Pax said.

And then begins his defense and he speaks out for Megatron and his actions, backing him up and explaining his anger;

So he began simply. "Fellow Cybertronians, members of the Council, hear me. Megatron speaks harshly but true. He has seen the truth of life for many Cybertronians whose lives are all too often invisible, and if he is angry, it is anger born of love for an ideal and a Spark-deep pain at our failure of that ideal. (...)

And during his speech he coins the name Autobots, and speaks of what kind of a Prime Cybertron needs;

"I will say it again. Autonomous robots!

"(...) We are all autonomous robots today -Autobots, if we need a name to rally around- and we Autobots declare that a Spark once freed will never again stand to be oppressed.

"You must chose a new Prime today. Choose well, for a Prime might either lead Cybertron to a new golden era in our history, or stand by as the dark energies of anger and resentment explode into planet wide chaos and war.

"Members of the Council, the choice is yours. I wish you wisdom."

His parting words aimed at the stands end up in the crowd chanting:

(...) ; Orion Pax raised both arms, fists clenched, and thundered, "For Cybertron! Autobots!"

Over the pounding of Halogen's gavel, the crows erupted. AUTOBOTS!

"For freedom! Autobots!"

AUTOBOTS!

It started up high in the gallery, beyond where Megatron's oldest and most loyal followers were clustered. AUTOBOTS! And from there it spread. AUTOBOTS! AUTOBOTS! AUTOBOTS!

This time it took nearly a full cycle before Halogen and the other Councilors could gavel the gallery back to silence. And Orion Pax noticed something odd.

Something odd?

When he caught Megatron's eye he was expecting approbation. Instead he saw anger on his friend's face, and did not know why. Surely, brother, he thought, it is more important to accomplish our goal than it is for us to agree on every mote of our method?

He did not know if that was what had angered Megatron, but Orion Pax knew his friend, and he knew they would have words. If not during the course of the High Council hearing, then after. Megatron clearly had something on his mind, and he was not a Cybertronian who kept his emotions to himself.

Atleast not for long.

The Council is against change, the terrorist attacks and violence don't win their cause any favours. After his speech, Megatron is accused of being behind the attacks, and eventually he simply accepts the name Decepticons, since everyone seems so keen to associate it with him.*

Since he can't seem to figure it out, and Megatron hasn't spoken his mind yet, let's list what just happened:

The exchange between the Council and Megatron is in no way peaceful. Lots of aggression on both sides, with Megatron's being more explosive. He makes it clear his cause will be a threat if the Council doesn't listen.

Orion's entrance is a big contrast to how Megatron entered. And despite being laughted at in the begining, he delivers a heartfelt speech that soothes over the aggitation brought on by Megatron, while also backing up his anger and explaininh the reason for it. He coins the name for the cause right then and there - autonomous robots; Autobots. And he points out that the Council can choose a Prime that will lead them to a better future, or do nothing when the anger of the people explodes and causes destruction.

*Megatron is behind some (if not all) of those attacks, but there is no proof to fully back this claim 100% unless he himself admits to it. The Council probably counted on him admiting his association and they partially succeeded.

The above? Megatron setting himself up for failure in a civil enviorment, but he himself also doesn't believe in change through peace. Orion has no hand in this belief, since he also actively works on reminding Megatron that peace is an option and something to strive for.

During his speech, Orion Pax:

Completely disintergrated the atmosphere that Megatron created - the kind that works in the Arena and has given results in the past.

He named their cause on the spot, after Megatron, the one that started it in the first place, claimed the name Decepticons to himself, and by that to his movement.

He stated that they must choose a new Prime today and laid out two very different pictures of a what choices they have. Peaceful or destructive.

Orion Pax, albeit unintentionally, completely overshadowed Megatron, named the cause for Megatron with disregard for the name he claimed just minutes prior, and also displayed the difference between higher and lower castes as blatantly as it gets (one patient and reasonable, the other angry), finishing his speech by letting the Council know they must make their choice between peace or destruction today, as they pick the new Prime.

He suceeded in making the stands chant the name he picked for the cause, which would of course make him the leader in the eyes of those who hear the word Autobots. The name is connected to his speech.

He upstaged both the Council and Megatron with his exit.

Now Megatron has an ego to match his temper and passion, and he is already agitated due to the Council getting under his plating. And now, his friend from a higher caste undid all he said, and is in the spotlight, with the crowd chanting for him, much louder and longer than they did for him.

He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Orion, so there's bitterness for that.

He is from a lower caste and at a disadvantage from the start because of that.

He had to remain calm for as long as possible given the disadvantages he has, while also having his patience stretched paper thin.

He killed in the arena, his followers killed outside the arena and this got everone's attention when words did not.

Orion just had to speak and was heard. And his speech got the stands chanting, and approval from a crowd shows which way the scales will most likely tip. (Not to mention the chanting did not start from the ground up, but spread from the top downwards. That is also quite a contrast compared to where Megatron's speeches started and spread.)

His actions make it look like betrayal, and with how Megatron is, with how angry he already is, I don't think he'll try to be reasonable and try to look at that speech from a different angle, given that this is High Caste enviorment, and Orion is closer to them.

I am not writing about the 14th chapter here because I have yet to read it, don't have image space, but I also know it will be an even bigger "oh no" that will need it's own post (or might just be reblogged here, who knows).

Again, Orion did this unintentionally, but he also made a very different entrance AND exit than Megatron did, despite himself saying that the Council hates to be upstaged. He really, really set himself up for the chain reaction to follow, simply because he was himself, fully himself, and spoke from heart.

This part of the story is really making me wonder if Optimus ever reflects on this moment when he's alone. Hindsight must've hit him like a train.

[neixins]

some more of my favorite gay gija moments (in chronological order) below the cut!

ch 16

[ID: four panels depicting an interaction between gija and his grandmother. she says, "it stikes me that you're twenty years old already." to which gija, who’s looking out the window with his back turned to the reader, nervously twitches and responds, "um...yes?". his grandmother remarks, "it wouldn't be unusual to have several wives by now." he slumps, saying, "several?! one is plenty." his grandmother angrily shouts, "you don't even have one! you broke off that excellent match just the other day! there aren't any more girls here who are to your liking!". meanwhile, gija hides his face in his hands, a phonomime indicating that he's wobbling as if unwell, and thinks to himself, "soon! i want to meet my master soon!". end ID.]

ch 30. u’d think this is setup for like. gija questioning his role as the white dragon or smth but that never happens. he’s literally just having gay little thoughts <3

[ID: the first panel is a closeup of gija’s face as he recalls his meeting with jaeha; jaeha is looking at him over his shoulder and saying, “oh, spare me. are you some kind of puppet?”. in the next panel, gija frustratedly shakes his head, startling sinha. the following panel is a conversation between yona and hak. end ID.]

ch 35. comrades (slang for gay) <3 also “if you feel the way i do” is so delightfully vague i love it

[ID: gija is smiling and blushing as he says, “why doesn’t matter. if you feel the way i do…that means i can…trust you to have my back in battle.”; jaeha stares at him in surprise before looking down and saying, “believe whatever you want.”; he’s blushing. end ID.]

ch 41 Of Course. bestie why did u only push jaeha away After finding out that he’s under the influence? hmmm? 👀 (i know why) (also i find it Quite Interesting that he's the only one who tried to resist the love potion's effects later in the chapter)

[ID: jaeha reaches his hand up to stroke gija's cheek as gija asks, "jaeha, are you—". jaeha leans in, saying, "things i hate...rules. chains. the four dragon warriors.". meanwhile, gija is asking, "huh? what? hey.". jaeha continues: "and you. i thought...i hated you too.". he pins gija to the ground and leans in so his mouth is close to gija's neck, and says, "but...suddenly...you're all i can think of." end ID.]

ch 66

[ID: gija warily asks a young woman, "what brought you all here? what do you want?"; she smiles and says, "we were scared." hak is watching her with a baffled expression. end ID.]

ch 76. i can't stress enough that he literally just had to smile at pretty girls for a few seconds

[ID: jaeha says, "there! gija and sinha worked really hard. praise them, yona."; yona pats gija's and sinha's heads, saying "there, there..."; sinha is holding his mask up to his face and saying, "he said three seconds...", and gija looks exhausted and asks, "w-was i helpful?"; an arrow pointing to him reads "mixed feelings". end ID.]

ch 81

[ID: gija is holding his head while sitting beside a smiling woman in a brothel; he says, "i told you i'm not used to...places like this."; out of frame, jaeha teases him by saying, "you're so pure, gija."; in the next panel, gija begins shuddering, saying, "all the perfume reminds me of the marriage-meeting fiasco at my village...ngh...stop...granny..."; the woman worriedly calls out, "sir?" and jaeha remarks, "oh, don't mind him. he's wrestling with something from his past." end ID.]

ch 106

[ID: gija says, "sinha, your eyes truly are exquisite." while sinha (possessed by a previous blue dragon) stares at him in annoyance. zeno comments, "white dragon's the least subtle of us all." and jaeha adds, "gija has a disorder that makes him blurt out everything he's thinking.". end ID.]

ch 128. admittedly not the most compelling as far as evidence goes but a very funny bit nonetheless

[ID: yona and princess tao are chatting excitedly; yona says, "that was gija, wasn't it? gija's pretty cool, huh? and so beautiful!"; tao replies, "yes! that must be him, right? i knew it as soon as i saw him! i'm glad to know he really exists.". the scene cuts to the four dragons, hak, and yun; the text in the corner reads, "meanwhile gija is..."; he holds up two skewers and says, "hak, this is still fine to eat. want some?"; hak says, "you sure have changed, white snake." and jaeha adds, "there was a time when gija would never have eaten something that had fallen on the floor.". end ID.]

can’t get over gija’s expression in this panel. gay gay homosexual gay

[ID: a panel from chapter 64 of “yona of the dawn”. gija looks weary and exasperated as he says, “i suspect you’re the only one enjoying this.” outside the speech bubble, he adds, “look at sinha. he’s a wreck.” sinha can be seen crouching in the background with his back turned to the reader; ao is beside him, and an arrow pointing to him says, “in shock from having his mask taken away.” jaeha is smirking as he says, “ahhh, you’re such an innocent. with so many girls interested in you, why not enjoy it?”. end ID.]

[wornoutmouse]

@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

 If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff. 

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?" 

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing. 

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

 The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging. 

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat. 

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went  "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that.  Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way." 

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room. 

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening. 

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge. 

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l  rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants. 

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.” 

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch. 

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!" 

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot,  "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways. 

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good.  The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes.  Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard.  "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that." 

He bowed his head and rested on your back,  kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass  before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed. 

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out. 

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read. 

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow 

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Sweethearts

Troy Bolton x Reader

Words: 4327

Summary: Following the efforts of a smaller, eviler version of Sharpay, the reader doubts her abilities and her relationship. Troy must restore her faith in herself in time for the perfect Valentine’s day dance. 

Notes: Can I Have This Dance is literally my favorite scene from the whole series so I had to use it for this. Highly recommend listening to it before reading to get the feel.  Let me know what you think! I’m so sorry it's so long, but I really loved getting into the romance. I’m pretty proud of this one, so just a little extra love would be very appreciated.  (There’s also a 17 Again reference in here, if you catch it) Also, I couldn’t decide which gif I liked more, so I had to use both!

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You couldn’t help the slight squeak of fear in your voice as the group of girls walked towards you. 

“Hi Sharpay.” You greeted anxiously. She flipped her impossibly shiny blonde hair over her shoulder. She really was terrifying when she wanted to be. 

“I heard that you might be signing up to perform in the Sweetheart’s Showcase.” She raised an accusing brow. 

“Oh, um, yeah.” You stammered. “I was thinking about doing a duet with-”

“Blah blah blah, I know that. What are you wearing?” Her glare intensified, as did your confusion.”

“I-I don’t-” “Just make sure it isn’t pink, okay?” Sharpay ordered and her little pack nodded in agreement. “Pink is my color.”

“O-okay.” Was all you managed to say. She and her posse strutted off, but Madison gave you a lingering stare. You gulped. Sharpay may be the leader, but Madison was the shark of the group. Once she smelled blood, she would not be stopped. And ever since you’d started dating the basketball captain…

“Guess who?” A pair of hands covered your eyes. Maybe it was from his time spent on the roof, but Troy always smelled like fresh summer air. 

“Hmmm… Mrs. Darbus?” You giggled. Troy’s arms wrapped around your middle and lifted you off the ground, making you laugh more. He swung you around before setting you back and spinning you so you were facing him. 

“Ha ha.” He snarked, eyes sparkling in a particularly suspicious way. “What did ‘Her Majesty’ want?” You shrugged.

“She told me I couldn’t wear pink for the show case because it’s ‘her color’.” You laughed. “I wouldn’t dare try to outshine the Princess of Pink.”

“Yeah… about the showcase…” Troy looked at the floor. You felt your heart drop a little.

“You want to back out, don’t you?” You sighed sadly. “I mean, I get it. Performing in front of everybody freaks me out too-”

“Woah woah woah.” Troy laughed, that sparkle shining brighter. “I was just hoping that you would wear this.” He dangled a chain in front of you. The necklace was a stunning heart-shaped charm made with little red gems.

“Troy.” You gasped, a smile stretching from ear to ear. “It’s beautiful.” 

“I figured you’d be stressed out over the showcase and the paper so I thought you’d like a little early Valentine.” He shrugged and you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek before turning around so he could put it on you. His fingers grazed your skin as he draped the chain around your neck.

“I wish I had something for you.” You whined, draping your arms around his neck as his arms fell to your waist. 

“Just promise me a Valentine’s Day kiss and that is all I need.” He grinned and pulled you closer for a kiss. 

It was quite a shock to the status quo when you and Troy started dating. The shy editor of the school newspaper and the star player of the basketball team made an interesting pair. But when Mrs. Darbus paired the two of you together to paint set in detention, something just… happened. You opened up around Troy more than you could with anyone. You helped him realize that there was more to him than basketball when you got him to sing with you at your vocal recital last year. Somehow the two of you just worked. 

“I hate to interrupt,” Taylor scoffed. “But the yearbook won’t edit itself.” You gave your best friend a look and Taylor smirked. 

“Sorry Troy.” Gabriella laughed, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the hall. “We’ll see you at lunch!” The three of you rushed down the hall and Troy went to go find Chad.

“Ugh, he is so dreamy.” Libby, one of Sharpay’s sophomore groupies, sighed. Madison made a sound of disgust. 

“And yet somehow he got stuck with that.” She watched you vanish into the journalism classroom and closed her locker. “Shouldn’t the Crowned Prince of East High be with someone a little more, I don’t know, worthy of his attention?” 

“Who, like Sharpay?” Libby asked, applying another coat of lip gloss. Madison smirked. 

“Yeah.” She turned her head to the jersey-clad boy retreating down the hall. “Like Sharpay.”

-

“So can I have this dance?”

“Can I have this dance?”

Your eyes were locked together as the room erupted with applause. You were in Troy’s arms before you had the chance to move. 

“You guys, that was amazing!” Gabriella squealed with excitement. 

“I couldn’t imagine anyone better to sing it.” Kelsi smiled, tucking the music into her folder. Even Taylor was impressed.

“I still think you two should give it a shot.” Troy nodded towards Taylor and Chad. You laughed into his shoulder as excuses tumbled out of their mouths. 

“Let’s go, I think my mom is making some nachos.” You laced your fingers through his and told everyone you’d see them tomorrow. After practice rehearsals were exhausting for Troy, but he knew how happy it made you. Besides singing with you was the perfect way to relax after a long day of practice of running and shooting hoops. Plus, your mom made killer nachos. 

His truck sputtered to a start and he winced. You giggled and earned a playful glare. At least it started this time. Sometimes, the two of you were stranded in the school parking lot until Troy could get his truck to start. You never minded. With minimal bumps and jolts, Troy was able to get to your house. 

“I think the song is really coming together.” You said as the two of you made your way to the front door. “Ryan said he’d love to choreograph something for us.” 

“How sweet.” Your door opened and Madison gave you a seemingly innocent smile. You stopped so suddenly Troy almost walked right into you. 

“Maddie.” You tried to seem pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Didn’t your mom tell you?” She laughed and pulled you inside- rather forcefully you might add. “My mom and her are in the same book club! She invited us to join you guys for dinner.” She looked over your shoulder and a little menacing glint appeared in her eyes. “Oh, hi Troy.”

“Hey.” He greeted uncomfortably, following you inside. 

“I hope you don’t mind the extra company tonight.” Your mother beamed. “Julie was saying how excited Madison has been to work with you two for the musical and I thought it’d be fun for you kids to get to know each other.”

“That sounds great, Mr.s Y/L/N.” Troy put on that charming smile of his and pulled your chair out for you. Madison stood for a moment, as if she was expecting him to do the same for her. Being a gentleman, he moved her chair back before taking a seat. 

“So you guys were talking about your number for the Sweetheart’s Showcase?” Maddie asked, eyeing Troy in a less than subtle way. He glanced at you with the same slightly scared look he had when he had to sing with Sharpay at the resort. 

“Uh, yeah. Ryan said he had some choreography in mind.” Even after over a year of dating, sometimes the way he looked at you still gave you butterflies. “I mean, I think just singing would be fine-”

“You guys have to dance.” Maddie blurted. She flipped her hair over her shoulder- just like Sharpay, but like, pettier. “What I mean is, it would be so romantic, don’t you think?” 

“I agree.” Your mom said excitedly. You shot a look. 

“I’m sure what Ryan has planned will be great.” You concluded, hoping to drop the subject. You didn’t really want to discuss your super romantic duet in front of Madison. 

Dinner passed painfully. The only thing keeping you from screaming out in frustration was Troy’s silly antics. From funny faces to pretending his chips were fighter planes, he distracted you from Madison’s subtly back-handed comments. The adults mistook them for compliments, but you knew exactly what she meant. 

“Wow, I am totally beat.” Maddie exclaimed just as the parents started to go out to the porch, like adults do. 

“Oh, I guess we’ll call it a night.” Her mom frowned. 

“You stay and have fun, mom.” She smiled sweetly. “Troy can give me a ride. Right, Troy?”

“Um,”

“Great!” She practically skipped  to the front door. 

“You really are too good to be true, Mr. Bolton.” Her mother gushed before stepping out onto the back porch with your parents. 

“I’ll walk you out.” You said, not really sure if you were irritated, confused, or a little impressed. 

“You’re coming to the game tomorrow night, right?” Troy asked as you made your way down the front steps. Madison was already in the front seat, checking her reflection in the mirror. You shrugged. 

“Actually I was thinking about catching a movie.” His shoulders sagged with disappointment. You shook your head. “Of course I’ll be there!” You exclaimed with a laugh. Troy put his hands on your cheeks and leaned in for a goodnight kiss. 

“Oh Troy!” Madison called from the truck and the two of you pulled a part. “I should be getting home. I’m totally-” She yawned dramatically, “exhausted.” Troy sighed, settling for a light kiss on your cheek. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” He reluctantly ran to his truck and you went back inside. Before the door closed, you couldn’t help but smirk as you listened to the sputtering sound of his truck refusing to start.

-

The sound of the crowd was a driving force on it’s own. Troy raced across the court, keeping his eyes locked on his teammate. Chad passed him the ball and he made the shot, that satisfying swish of the net drowned out by the cheers. After a tiring week of practice and rehearsals, his body was pumping with adrenaline. 

“Go Troy!” He picked your voice out over the chorus of cheers. He found you at the edge of the bleachers towards the top and flashed you a smile before taking off again. Gabriella helped you hold up your #14 sign and Kelsi came back from concessions with the popcorn. You and Kelsi weren’t usually ones for sports, but ever since you’d started coming to games you’ve all had a blast. The buzzer sounded. 

“That ends the third quarter here at Wildcat Stadium,” The announcer’s voice boomed. “Hornets 40, Wildcats 58.” 

The fans hollered and you caught Troy’s eye again, giving him a grin that lit up the gym. He pressed his lips to his fingers and pretended to toss the air-kiss like a basketball. You pretended to catch it, accidentally stepping in the strap of the purse behind you.

There was a wave of gasps from the crowd and both teams stopped to see what the commotion was. Troy looked up to see a horrified Gabriella and an empty space where you had been standing. 

“Y/N!” He yelled, running across the court to where a group of people had gathered, including the school nurse. 

“Give her some space! Back up!”

“Let me through! That’s my girlfriend!” Troy pushed his way to the font. You were on the floor, but you were sitting up, trying to catch your breath. 

“Is she okay?” Gabriella yelled down at him. Behind her, Maddison tossed her purse over her shoulder and vanished into the crowd. 

“I think I'm okay,” You groaned. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.” You tried to stand, but cried out when a sharp pain shot up your let.” 

“Take it easy,” Troy soothed, kneeling at your side. 

“Where does it hurt?” The nurse asked. 

“My ankle.” You moved your leg so she could examine it. 

“Looks like it might be sprained.” She sighed. “Let’s get you to my office and take a closer look, okay?” 

Troy put your arm over his shoulder and helped you stand. The nurse took your other arm and gave Troy a reassuring smile. 

“I can take it from here. You go win this game, Mr. Bolton.” 

“But-”

“I’ll be fine, Troy.” You kissed his cheek. “Go get em Wildcat.” The nurse helped you limp out of the gym and Gabriella and Kelso followed close behind. 

Sharpay watched the whole scene from the very top of the stands, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She had seen Maddison pull her bag away just when Y/N fell and it definitely was not a coincidence. The little pirana was playing a dangerous game and Sharpay was not about to let her win. 

-

The show case was just a night away and your ankle still ached whenever you stepped on it, even after a week. You tried not to let it show when Ryan was teaching you the steps, but they hardly let you practice at all. Taylor was furious you were still going through with it. Mrs. Darbus was at least more than willing to let you rehearse during homeroom. 

“And, one two three, one two three,” Ryan tried not to sound irritated when Troy took another wrong step. 

“Sorry.” He grimaced. Ryan just took a deep breath. 

“Just start from ‘wherever we go next’.” He instructed and you tried to remember the steps. “And one two three and lift-” Troy lifted you up and spun the way Ryan showed him. When he set you back down, you stepped wrong. 

“Ow!” You cried, stumbling backwards into the piano. 

“That’s it. You can’t do this anymore.” Taylor said sternly. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more and then you won’t be able to dance at all.” 

“I can do this. It already feels better.” You insisted and she scowled. Troy took your hands in his, the sweetness in those perfect blue eyes just making you feel even more guilty. 

“We can figure something else out.” He felt awful for even pushing you this far. Tomorrow was Valentine’s day and you’d barely had a quiet moment, let alone long enough to destress. “How about we just call it a day? We can go to a movie tonight and just hang out. Just you and me.” You shook your head. 

“I can get this. I just need a second.” You felt ridiculous storming out with crutches, but it was what you had. Troy moved to follow, but Gabriella shook her head. 

“Just give her a minute.” 

You didn’t notice the troop of girls following you to your locker and you were too frustrated to care. You could get this right. Troy had worked too hard with after practice rehearsals and countless hours going over the music with you for you to mess all of it up now. Sometimes you couldn’t help but think he was too good for you. 

You opened your locker and watched dozens of paper Valentine’s float to the floor. At first, you thought this was a sweet gesture from your boyfriend. Then you actually read them. Talentless Freak. Get off the stage. East High’s Resident Loser. 

“Looks like Y/N has an admirer.” Madison sneered and her group of underclassmen terrors erupted with cackles, drawing more people out of Darbus’ room. You set your crutches to the side and picked up one note in particular. Troy’s Tragic Charity Case.

Your heart dropped and the laughing just got louder. You couldn’t even run. You had to stand there and listen, looking at the cruel smirk on Madison’s face as the words echoed in your head over and over again. Charity Case. 

“Y/N- oh my god,” Gabriella exclaimed, looking at the mess of fake Valentines. “Let’s get out of here. Taylor.” 

“I’ll drive you home.” Taylor picked up your crutches and the two practically guarded you as you made your way down the hall. 

By the time Troy got out into the hallway, most of the girls were gone, leaving only the notes scattered across the floor. He didn’t find you until you were already at Taylor’s car. 

“Wait!” He yelled before you closed the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going home.” You sighed, brushing away a fallen tear. “Everyone is right. I can’t do this. Even if my ankle was fine, I couldn’t pull off something like this.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I’m sure you can find a better partner, Troy. There are girls that would kill to perform with you.” Or sprain a few ankles. 

“Kelsi wrote that song for us.” If he kept looking at you like that, you’d break completely. 

“I’m sorry Troy.” You shut the door and Taylor drove off. Gabriella put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t bear to look back. 

“It appears that I’ve lost three students.” Mrs. Darbus sighed, waiting for him back at the doors. “Care to explain?” Troy ran his fingers through his hair. 

“She’s not going to perform and I can’t do it without her.” He couldn’t imagine singing something so personal, so full of emotion, with anyone but the girl that he loved. Mr.s Darbus just gave him a knowing smile. 

“I suggest talking to her, Mr. Bolton. Show her the truth.” He opened his mouth, but she stopped him with a wave of her hand. “You’ll know what to do.” Her expression changed. “Now, I'm afraid that there’s quite a mess in the hallway I must take care of. As well as a few girls to track down.” She bowed her head and went inside. 

Troy’s head was spinning. He needed to fix this. After a few ideas came to mind, he pulled out his phone. Mrs. Darbus was right. He knew what to do. Hopefully. 

-

A light knock on the door pulled you from your sanctuary of blankets. Your mom slowly opened your bedroom door with a small smile. When she heard what happened, she had no problem calling you out for the rest of the day. 

“Why don’t you come down for some dinner, sweetie?”

“I’m not really hungry.” You pulled a loose string from your quilt.

“I really think you should come downstairs.” Her smile grew suspiciously and she left the door open a crack.

Eventually, your curiosity got the better of you and you tossed your blankets aside. The lights in the kitchen were off and the doors to the patio were open. You stepped outside and gasped. The twinkling lights looked like stars and little notes hung from the trees. In the middle of it all stood Troy and a candle lit dinner, complete with a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries. 

“Glad you could make it.” Troy beamed, motioning for you to sit down. You did and he passed you a basket of breadsticks. “Don’t worry, my mom helped me cook.”

“Troy, this is…” You couldn't even find the right words. You started to read some of the notes. Deserves a standing ovation. Her recital rocked the house. She’s the best friend I could ask for. 

“When I saw what those girls wrote, I wanted to show you what East High really thinks of you.” Troy explained, placing a hand on top of yours. “Sharpay even wrote one.” You both laughed when you read it. She’s one of the few people I can bare sharing the stage with. You blew out a breath. 

“The thing is, I can handle being called talentless and all of that.” You took the folded piece of paper out of your pocket. “This one just… I don’t know.” Troy gently took it from you , his hand tightening around your as he scanned those four awful words. At first, he didn’t get it. You had changed him in all the best possible ways. You made him want to be himself. You inspired him not to be scared of what everyone thought. So how could someone say you were just a charity case?

“You-” He took a deep breath, still wrapping his head around it. “You don’t actually believe this, do you?” You shrugged. 

“I mean… sometimes, I guess.” You tore off a piece of bread and rolled it between your fingers. “When it’s just the two of us, I feel like nothing else matters. But when I see you out there on the court, I can’t help but wonder… why me?”

Troy almost looked hurt. He started gathering little heart shaped pieces of paper from the tree and walked around the table. You stood as he put the notes in your hand, reading aloud as he handed each to you. 

“September 17th, 2006. The day that we met. When we got stuck painting sets, you were one of the only people to talk to me about something that wasn’t basketball. You made me feel like a regular guy.

“October 31, 2007. The night I convinced you to come with me to Chad’s Halloween party. I was a pirate and you were Elizabeth Bennet. That was the first time that you really opened up and were able to be yourself around people who weren’t just me and Gabriella.” His eyes locked with yours. “Look at the back of your necklace.”

You flipped the heart charm around and read the date engraved in the silver. 

“January 3rd, 2007.” You felt tears building. “My recietal.”

“Being on that stage with you made me see a whole different side of both of us. Our voices fit together like we weren’t meant to sing with anybody else.” He brushed a hair out of your face. “It was the moment that I realised I was in love with you.”

“I love you too, Troy.” You cried, closing the space between the two of you. He was right. It felt like you weren’t meant to kiss anyone else. When you pulled away, you were both grinning. “Do you think we can still perform? It’ll be difficult but I still want to sing.” He just grinned bigger and kissed your forehead. 

“Ryan and I already have a plan. You just have to come to rehearsal tomorrow morning.” You nodded and the two of you sat back down to finish dinner. 

-

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous. You and Troy were learning and rehearsing with the system all day and the number would hopefully be unforgettable. But there was so much that could go wrong and you were absolutely terrified. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Sharpay appeared behind you. 

“You don’t have to worry about Madison. She has enough detention to keep her from anymore plotting. And I had no problem reminding her who was in charge of any and all sabotages.” She smirked, eyes scanning your outfit. “Good choice.” And that was probably the closest thing to approval from Sharpay Evans that you would ever get. 

Ryan came to make sure everything was secure and connected, reminding you when you needed to stand and be ready. He assured you everything would be fine. 

“Looks like you’re on.” He gave you an encouraging thumbs up. You took a deep breath and used your crutches to walk across the stage. The audience murmured as you sat on the swing that hung from the ceiling. The lights were bright enough that you couldn’t see Troy stage. You gripped the necklace around your neck for courage. There was no backing out now. 

“Take my hand. Take a breath. Hold me close and take one step.” As you sang, Troy slowly made his way onto the stage. His smile made your nerves disappear. “Keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide.” With every word, Troy walked closer to the swing. His eyes asked if you were ready. You gave him a small nod and he swept you up in his arms as you both sang the chorus. 

“It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you.” The choreography was a stunning mix of lifts and spinning in Troy’s arms, your feet never even touching the floor. “It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.”

Troy lifted you up one more time and set you down gently before beginning the next verse. 

“Take my hand, I’ll take the lead. And every turn, will be safe with me.” He twirled you slightly and you fell back for him to catch you, kicking your leg out so your skirt flared. “Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall.” His strong arms wrapped around you and he swung you around. “You know I’ll catch you through it all.” He let go as you were pulled up into the air. The audience gasped. You had forgotten they were there. “And you can’t keep us apart.”

“Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart.” He almost forgot the words as the light practically made your white dress glow against your skin. Your necklace sparkled. As cliche as it sounded, you looked like an angel. 

His wires lifted him up to meet you. 

“Cause my heart is where you are.” And so the floating waltz began. “It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It’s on in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.” You felt like you were dancing on clouds. Troy couldn’t stop beaming. 

“And with every step together, we just keep on getting better.”

For the bridge, the wires had you circling each other on opposite sides of the stage, slowly getting closer. 

“Oh, no mountain’s too high and no ocean’s too wide. Cause together or not, our dance won’t stop. Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for.” You finally came back together. “You know I believe that we were meant to be.” With Troy holding you, you leaned back into another tumbling spin in the air. 

The final chorus slowly brought you down to the floor, you sitting back down on the swing. 

“So can I have this dance?” Troy stood in front of you, bowing to kiss your hand as if he was really asking. 

“Can I have this dance?”

-

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[murusagi]

[Ambush Meal] A Collaboration with Lord Toma!? Love and Madness of Delicious Meal Ft. Cage Translation

This is a part of Otomate’s April Fool’s Special Event in which the cast of several of the company’s franchises turn into social media personalities.

Orlok: ...Bonjourno. [Pio House] Episode 1926. Today, we're going to film your favorite series, "Oruru's Ambush☆Delicious Meal Next Door".

In this series, I'm going to make a surprise visit to someone's home and enjoy a meal there.

Nicola: Orlok, can you hear me?

Orlok: Yes. The earphones are working perfectly.

Nicola: Great. I also can see you clearly through this camera.

Gilbert: We better explain the rules to the viewers.

[Rule No. 1: Oruru must obey any instructions given to him through the earphones.]

[Rule No. 2: Oruru must eat the given food without being picky.]

[The ones giving instructions in this episode.]

Orlok: I'll do my best.

Direttore: Nice answer. Now then, without further ado, let us ambush our target this time around! Please press the interphone in front of you.

Orlok: ...Clicks.

Ding Dong

Toma: Who is it--oh, if it isn't Orlok from [Pio House]! Did you come here by yourself? What a good boy.

Orlok: Y-Yes…

Dante: ...He's stroking his head.

Nicola: That's Orlok for you. He's quick at gaining someone's favor.

Orlok: Umm… I'm happy to be able to meet Toma from "Love and Madness of Animal Channel".

Toma: Me too. So, what brings you here? Do you want to hang out with me or what?

Orlok: No. Actually…

Toma: I see, so you want to have dinner here. Hmmm… let's see.

Orlok: Huh… A-Am I not allowed to?

Direttore: ...We already made an appointment, right?

Gilbert: Yeah, we should have made it…

Toma: You kind of remind me of Shin, Orlok.

Orlok: R-Really…?

Toma: Yeah. He's like a lil brother to me. ...Right. Can you try me calling me Onii-chan?

Orlok: What?

Toma: I'll let you in if you do. How?

Direttore: That's quite the painful request from someone whom you just met.

Nicola: I understand his feelings, though. "Onii-chan"... It has a nice ring to it.

Dante: I'll give it some thoughts if you want to be called that…?

Nicola: I don't know how to feel if you call me Onii-chan at this age… You think so, right, Direttore?

Direttore: Fufu… I will hate it, for sure. Well, I don't have little brothers? No need to worry about that?

Orlok: U-Umm, so what should I do?

Gilbert: Oops. M'bad. We stopped giving you instructions. ...Do as he said. We can't go on with the filming if he doesn't let us in.

Orlok: Okay.

...To-Toma Onii-chan.

Toma: Hm? Sorry, your voice is so small I couldn't hear it. Can you say it again?

Dante: He definitely heard it!

Nicola: Orlok, one more time!

Orlok: Toma Onii-chan…!

Toma: ...Nice. This feels satisfying for some reason. That guy will never call me that, after all. Alright, come in.

Orlok: I… I feel like I lost something important… In any case, I'm coming in.

Toma: I'm making dinner right now. Wait a bit, 'kay?

Orlok: Y-Yes.

Nicola: Orlok, how's the target doing?

Orlok: U-Uhh…

Toma: Bolognese with lots of minced meat~I feel like an Italian already~♪

Orlok: He's humming… some spells, I think? He's frying something while doing that… Looks very focused.

Dante: I see. It's time for our usual "House Tour" then.

Yang: Go to his closet.

Orlok: ...What!?

Nicola: Hm? You're up, Yang? Too bad. I wish you wouldn't wake up for eternity.

Yang: You sure are messing around with me, filming while I was sleeping. 5 billion women are crying right now.

Dante: 5 billion…!?

Yang: In any case, off you go to the closet, Orlok. Let's uncover the true nature of our targ--What are you all…?

Knocks.

Orlok: H-Huh? I can't hear you guys all of sudden...

Gilbert: ...Orlok, can you hear us?

Nicola: Don't mind us and just go on, Orlok. Yang is currently reflecting.

Orlok: O… Okay. So, I don't need to go to the closet?

Dante: Unfortunately, you must obey any instructions that have already been given to you. Let's head there while Toma is cooking.

Orlok: A-Alright.

***

Orlok: ...I found the closet.

Gilbert: Looks normal to me.

Nicola: Hey, Direttore? You've been quiet for a while. Come on, say something interesting.

Direttore: ...Ridiculous.

Dante: Where did all his tension from before go!?

Gilbert: H-Hey, you okay? Is your stomach hurt or something?

Direttore: ...I'm not interested in peeking into someone else's room.

Nicola: Hey, your real self is starting to show, you know? Be careful.

Direttore: ...Oops. I sincerely apologize for the mistake, letting out my honest opinions like that.

Orlok: ...I found the closet. It doesn't look suspicious.

Nicola: Where should we go next? He lives in a one-room apartment so there's nothing to look at.

Orlok: The balcony, maybe?

Gilbert: Nice idea. Let's take a look. Maybe he has a kitchen garden or something.

Orlok: Then, I'll open the curtain…

Opens.

Orlok: ...This is…

Dante: ...A cage.

Nicola: A cage.

Direttore: That's undoubtedly a cage.

Dante: This must be… the cage he uses for "Love and Madness of Animal Channel", right?

Orlok: To observe the animals…?

Gilbert: Y-Yea. Let's just think it that way.

Nicola: But any animals who could go into this cage… For example…

Direttore: Human beings.

All: …….

Nicola: ...Let's just pretend we do not see it.

Dante: I-I agree. My capo's intuition tells me this isn't something you can touch carelessly.

Orlok: Y-Yes. I'll close the curtain.

Closes.

Toma: …..

Orlok: !!?

Toma: ...Did you see?

Orlok: I-I didn't…

Toma: Really?

Orlok: (gulps)

Toma: Fine. Follow me, I just finished cooking.

Orlok: O-Okay.

Toma: I could only make this much.

Orlok: Whoa… Amazing.

Gilbert: How could he make this many in such a short amount of time!?

Dante: Now that I look at it again, what are those strange ingredients!?

Toma: You're in your growth period, right, Orlok? Eat a lot.

Orlok: Tha-Thank you. But is it really okay for me to eat this much…?

Toma: This is Latium's famous Volcano Bocca, a soup containing shrimps, shellfish and vegetables. You can warm up your body with this.

Direttore: Latium… I feel like I heard about it somewhere.

Orlok: I'm digging in...ugh!

Dante: A-Are you okay!? Did he put in poison or--!?

Orlok: S-Spicy… But it has such deep flavors…

Toma: These are steamed crab dumplings, dobin-mushi, and fried sesames. I used the vegetables from Kaga, queen crabs and barracuda stocks.

Orlok: T-These are great too! It tastes like something a pro chef makes.

Nicola: I get him. They look like the high-quality food you receive at the inns around Kanazawa.

Gilbert: That's an awfully detailed comment you have there.

Dante: Where is Kanazawa, anyway…?

Nicola: A place with the best onsen around.

Toma: I also have a cake. I heard your birthday is on April 23? Mine is on April 12. Since our birthdays fall on the same month, I made it for celebration.

Orlok: T-Thank you… Hehe… I'm happy…

Dante: …

Direttore: What is wrong, signore? Are you jealous he got sweets?

Dante: W-Why would I…!? I-I-I just think the appearance gets my taste buds tingling…!

Nicola: Endure it for a while. I'll buy you gelato after this.

Gilbert: Anyway, how come Toma knows Orlok's birthday?

Nicola: ...Now that you mention it…

Dante: …

Direttore: Let's put that aside. It's better to keep that a secret.

Orlok: (munch munch)

Toma: How? Is it tasty?

Orlok: Yeah. ...It makes me happy.

Dante: I don't know how to explain it but seeing Orlok eat makes me feel peaceful…

Nicola: I get you. Seeing Gilbert and Yang eat doesn't make me this happy. It's not heart-warming at all.

Gilbert: Yang aside, why do you have to connect it to me?

Yang: For crying out loud, don't put me and Redford on the same shoes.

Nicola: ...Oh? I'm sure I already locked you up. You broke out already?

Yang: Of course. After receiving such a warm welcome, I should give my thanks…

Gilbert: S-Stop it, Yang! Don't pull out your blade!

Dante: You too, Nicola! Put your gun away! We're still filming!

Direttore: Oh… What a scandalous dispute. It pains my heart.

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Orlok: Thanks for the food.

Direttore: What a good boy. He ate them all without leaving anything.

Toma: Amazing, you ate them all by yourself. I was planning to put the leftovers into a container so you can share it with the others.

Gilbert: I wanted to try some after seeing so many interesting foods like those.

Orlok: So-Sorry. All of them were delicious so I just…

Dante: It's all right. Finishing them off is part of the rules so you didn't do anything wrong.

Nicola: Great job, Orlok. We have enough footage with this.

Orlok: Thanks for today, Toma. I'll be going now.

Toma: Ah, wait a minute. I actually have a request for you.

Orlok: ?

Toma: I still need more footage for my channel, can you help me with that?

Gilbert: Well, why not? He helped us wrap up the filming without any troubles.

Dante: We should return the favor.

Orlok: Okay. I'd like to help if there's anything I can do.

Toma: Great to hear that. Now--.

Can you get into the cage?

Orlok: ….Huh? ...What?

Toma: I've been keeping my eyes on you. Since you look like a small animal, it’s just perfect.

Gilbert: I see, so it's come to this…

Toma: I figured you'll be lonely so I put some plushies inside.

Orlok: T-That's not the problem here…

Toma: Now, now. You can't tell unless you try. Get in there.

Orlok: I don't want to--.

Toma: Only you can do this, Orlok. Please.

Orlok: ….

Toma: Can you look here? ...Yes, nice. It'll gain more viewers, I'm sure.

Orlok: Can I… get out of here already?

Toma: No, you just got in here. Oh, right. I have some chains. Can you put them on?

Dante: Even chains… This is abnormal…

Orlok: U-Uuuhhh… Guys, what should I do…?

Nicola: You'll be fine, Orlok. It surprisingly suits you.

Direttore: I agree. I'm sure there are people who are into this kind of thing.

Orlok: ...I'm not fine at all…

Toma: It's not as cute as hamster, but there's a huge demand for something like this. Do you mind if I turn it into a series if it gets good feedback?

Orlok: !!?

Toma: I think we were meant to meet. Shin would scold me again if he were here, though.

Orlok: I want to go home…

Toma: Hm? You want to meet him? He's off for another recording right now, so he probably won't return for a while.

Orlok: ….

...I realized something. I shouldn't trust others. The only one I could rely on is myself…

Toma: Haha. That's a nice expression you have there. With that said, it all depends on you guys whether I should make this a series or not. Don't forget to subscribe to our channel!

T/L Notes:  Dobin-mushi: Food steam-boiled in an earthenware teapot

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Tumblr ask game! 1, 4, 5, 7

I answered #1 here, but here are the others:

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

Well I have made a few OCs for various stories, but I don't really have isolated OCs that I've made outside of an existing work. My most recent OC is Dr. Robin McHenry, from the story That's What Other People Do. I actually considered a fair amount of backstory for her even though it was just for a short one shot, and I love her. Robin has a PhD in art history and wrote her dissertation on early Italian Renaissance printmaking. She always thought she'd be fighting her way through academia, but after she worked with FBI on a case she was recruited into the White Collar Division. She's a chain smoker and basically an alcoholic with a massive chip on her shoulder that comes from feeling like she always has to prove herself in a division full of male agents. Likes tuna melts, catching art thieves, and rolling her eyes at absurd UNCLE agents who are very affectionate with each other.

5. What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

HMMM. Well I don't really care to use all of the super specific smut tags, even when they apply. I'm usually not interested in tagging every specific act in a fic. I also will probably never use "Top [character A]" or "Bottom [character B]" tags. Know that they're always switches in ever fic I write, lol.

7. Your favourite ao3 tag.

Honestly, probably "Food as a Metaphor for Love". I love that tag. I use it a LOT and I love the trope and I will always tag it when it applies to a fic I write.

Thanks for the asks, part two coming soon... 😉

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