#and i was just told one person is bringing shrooms

[girlscience]

literally every single person i am going with is doing drugs tonight 😭

[thebibliosphere]

It’s been a while since I fever dreamed the plot to something, but I just woke up from a literal fever dream set in a futuristic version of New York where Tom Hiddleston and his pet cyborg owl are entrenched in a spy thriller buddy-cop narrative, only to get swept up in the conflicting heartfelt rom-com narrative of Dakota Johnson who, after a series of unfortunate breakups, has sworn off love and committed herself heart and soul to her job as a curator at Futuristic Met Museum. This is much to the distress of her weed smoking, shroom taking trans lesbian mothers and their elderly dog, Jeff, who just want her to find happiness and love.

As part of his cover, Tom and his cyborg owl, Frank, move into the same apartment where he’ll be staying for several months while he plans to steal a diamond from the Met. I think if you held it up to the light it would project nuclear launch codes that’d been etched onto it. Don’t ask me, my brain was more focused on making the cyborg owl into the wise-cracking comic relief. It kept saying things like “wow Tom, you really are a jack of owl trades” or “don’t worry, Tom, owl always love you.”

The pair meet in the lobby where Tom manages to piss off Dakota by not holding the elevator for her while she is carrying heavy boxes. The apartment building, however, is old and shitty, and he gets stuck in the elevator, requiring him to be rescued by one of Dakota’s mothers who also happens to be the super. Dakota huffs her way out the stairwell just in time to hear her mother inviting the “nice British man” to dinner, much to her chagrin as she realizes that her mom is trying to set her up with the asshole and the cyborg owl that sits on his shoulder like a parrot.

Tom, who finds out she works for the met over said dinner, decides to go along with it as he realizes she’d be the perfect cover to get into the Met Museum for an upcoming gala event—not to mention the perfect person to take the fall for his theft—and begins wooing her relentlessly, assuring Frank, the cyborg owl, that it’s all just part of the mission.

Eventually, the pair fall for each other for realzies, and Tom is conflicted over using her to steal the diamond but his time is running out because we also find out he went rogue for a while after his partner died and was using his skills to work freelance for an international crime syndicate and now the mob is after him?????

Anyway, he’s about to confess all to her on the night of the gala when she gets a phone call from her moms letting her know that their elderly dog, Jeff, is dying so the pair rush back to the apartment and take him to the nearest cyborg vet in the hopes of saving him. En route, the mob find them and start shooting at the flying car they’re in and it leads to a comedic shouting match between the pair along the lines of “what do you mean you’re an international spy and the mob are after you? Ugh, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner! I told you everything about me!”

“Oh, yes, your embarrassing high school stories are exactly the same thing as divulging international secrets. Tell you what, after this let’s get a coffee and I can tell you some highly sensitive top secret information to even out the playing field.”

Anyway, Frank the cyborg owl manages to take out the mob car chasing them with a grenade (????!), and the pair get Jeff to the cyborg vet in time. The dream shifted after that to Dakota helping Tom to figure out how to break into the Met so he can get the diamond, not because she loves him and he helped save her childhood dog, but because she wants him gone. Tom accepts her help and storms off to his own apartment where Frank the cyborg owl is poignantly silent save to say “take some Tylenol”

“…what?”

“Wake up, you need Tylenol.”

Which is what sent me rocketing upright in bed, dizzy and dehydrated, pounding migraine headache, drenched in sweat and running what the thermometer tells me is a 102 fever.

Which brings us to now where I’m downing Tylenol in the dimly lit kitchen, guzzling water and typing this all up on my phone because there’s no way I’m going to remember all this in the morning but damn if it wasn’t a fun dream.

Anyway, shout out to Frank the cyborg owl for waking me up before my brain fried ✌️🦉. I’m going back to bed.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

(hi uh sorry i sent that ask very prematurely on accident could you delete the previous one? sorry i just had to rephrase it-)

i was wondering if you were interested in doing a Sozo x reader fic (GN preferably) where the reader tries to help Sozo kick his mushroom habit (as you have done before but i would really like some more in-depth mental support for ant boy) or at least help him not to lose himself even more. This next part includes spoilers for the Sins of the Flesh update so if you haven't played that feel free to wait or skip this part. I would especially like to see his Dr. Sozonius personality starting to shine through again as he gains more clarity, kinda nerding out on mushroom stuff but also extremely sorry for everything he did while under the influence of the Mushrooms

YEAH SOZO REDEMPTION ARC <3

.....

"I promise...no more shrooms...please.."

"I'm sorry, my dear. I just can't take your word for it." Sighing, you gazed hopelessly at your spouse: the belligerent ant locked up in the pillory for the third straight day now, wondering if this was the right thing to do.

This all started after you returned to Spore Grotto one evening, finding the Mushroomos there in a panic, one of them eventually leading you to the inside of Sozo's "home".

He had succumbed to the infection, as his body was laying there in such a grotesque display, covered in fungi and rotting away. Of course, the followers didn't know what to do and begged you to bring Lamb back here, as they haven't visited this place in a while.

At first you didn't want to, thinking they were the reason he was dead. You assumed he was still giving him mushrooms behind your back when you specifically told them not to do that, explaining how you're trying to get him to stop. You made him promise not to consume anymore.

It had to be Lamb's fault.

But the Mushroomos revealed something quite shocking: since he wasn't getting mushrooms, he turned to eating them all alive to satisfy his needs instead, unable to stop. The parasite that held him hostage demanded it so.

And it ended up killing him.

You grieved for a little while, before seeking out Lamb and asking if they could accompany you to Spore Grotto, explaining what happened. Yet by the time you both returned, there was hardly anything left of Sozo's body.

Nothing except his skeleton, backpack, and the smiling mushroom.

You decided to take the large fungi back to their cult, carrying it as a sort of "ironic" memento of your lover.

During the walk back, Lamb asked you if Sozo had a life before this addiction of his...and you tell them something rather surprising.

He was actually once a brilliant man: Dr. Sozonius. His research on mushrooms was known all throughout the Old Faith. He's written books, lived with family members in an ant colony, and was very wise. You two fell in love through your research and explored Anura together.

Then he brought you to his camp at Spore Grotto, the very heart and soul of Anura's fungal outbreak. He was studying the Mushroomos and their behavior patterns. They were actually very passive and social creatures, offering you two stews of menticide mushrooms.

You declined, having already ate before your journey. But Sozonius--thrilled to discover a new mushroom specimen--decided to indulge in their generosity for the sake of science.

And things haven't been the same since.

Something in that soup took root in his brain and turned him into a shadow of his former self.

He never came back to the colony, or the home you two shared, devoting himself entirely to all things mushroom-related...while that stupid smiling fungi puppeteered him around. Some days you'd visit him, and he does remember you, but as of late he's been forgetting more and more of your lives together, giggling and not taking any of your words seriously.

He tried getting you to bring him mushrooms, eat them, etc. and if you refused, his eyes turned red and he'd start yelling nonsense.

Despite all of this, you never once blamed the Mushroomos. They were only trying to be kind hosts; they didn't expect such an advanced fungi to take control of him and turn him into their "leader".

After he died, most of them dispersed throughout Anura, but some stayed behind in the hope of seeing you again.

Once you finished sharing your story, Lamb was surprised that you wanted to take the fungi back at all. They figured you'd burn it to ashes for what it did to your husband.

Yet....you didn't blame it either.

Mushrooms aren't inherently evil. It's how nature made them, and you're a strong believer in karma, deciding to instead nurture this one in hopes that it may grow into something better.

Who would've known that mentality would bring Sozo back to you a week later?

Unfortunately, as you anticipated, he was still up to his old habits and never fully understood that they killed him. He tore up the mushroom farm plots and ate any Mushroomos Lamb rescued during their crusades.

Least to say..he was being an utter nuisance in the cult. He never did any work, and none of the followers liked him.

But that's not how he really was.

You knew him better than anybody else.

Ultimately you and Lamb realized that you had to break this addiction of his for good, otherwise the cycle will just repeat..and you might lose him all over again.

Talking to him wasn't enough.

He had to go cold turkey.

Sozo got angry when you shielded a Mushroomo from his bloodlust and told them to hide in the temple, accusing you of denying him happiness and saying he'd rather be put back in the ground than look at you--and that's when Lamb locked him up in the pillory while distracted.

As much as his words hurt..you knew it was only the fungi talking, trying to trick you into thinking that's what he was feeling. But you weren't so easily fooled.

You had to starve it out.

Might it kill him, too? There's a good chance. But you had to try.

Ever since getting imprisoned, he's been shouting and begging passing followers to free him all day and all night, the fungi looking more withered as time went on. Even its smile turned upside down.

Lamb tried using the same reeducation techniques they used on dissenters. Yet they weren't quite sure how to help Sozo, as he babbled over their speeches and wanted them to go away.

You offered to take over instead, and while they hesitated..they eventually handed you a copy of one of their gospel books and said they'd pray for his healing.

If anyone could get through to him, it was you.

For a while you've kept a close eye on him, making sure he had food--all of which you cooked yourself in case anyone tried sneaking in mushrooms. He no longer screamed his head off, but he still tried bargaining with you to free him, each plea growing weaker than the last.

By the time the sun went down, most of the followers were heading to their sleeping quarters for the night--although a couple were having some concoctions at the drinkhouse. But they could usually hold their liquor and not get too befuddled, so you weren't worried about them.

Instead you just focused on Sozo..who was already looking tired. Your energy was very much spent, too, although you didn't wanna abandon him.

Alas Lamb had no moon necklaces to spare, and even if they did...they would hesitate to give it to you.

Speaking of whom, you heard their footsteps and glanced over, smiling. "Hello, Lamb."

"You can go rest, [y/n]." They nodded. "I'll watch over him for you."

"...alright." Sighing, you closed the book and looked back at your spouse, placing a hand on his cheek as you kissed the opposite one. "Sweet dreams, Sozo. For what it's worth..I'm blessed you are back on this earth with me. I promise to keep helping you."

"[Y/n]...loves Sozo that much..huh?" He huffed, sleepily opening his eyes, and you were astonished to see that they were no longer red like the eyes of dissenters.

Even so, you weren't letting your hopes get up too high. He still had a long path ahead of him.

"Of course. There's no one I love more than you. I just hope and pray...that you haven't forgotten the love you felt for me."

As you parted from his side and began walking back to the Lamb, you were confused by their dumbfounded expression. "What? Was I supposed to say-?"

"Look." They pointed behind you, and you turned back around, gawking at what you were seeing.

The fungi had completely decayed, falling off Sozo's head into a withering husk in the grass; the smaller fungi buried in his collar died off, too. It didn't cause him any pain, surprisingly enough.

Then you looked directly at his face, noticing signs of him aging rapidly judging by the wrinkles and graying furs of his collar.

But he was still alive.

And he was back to his old self.

"Wh..Where am I? Where is...my family?" His voice was quiet and raspy as he looked around, confused by the wooden contraption he was locked in.

However once he saw your face, he recognized you and smiled, feeling at total ease.

"Oh, my love. You're back."

"I-I never left.." Tears immediately blurred your vision as you rushed to unlock the pillory. "I was here the whole time. I thought you were gone forever..."

"I hope I didn't go too far." He hummed, although he felt an ache in his back from being hunched over for so long and winced. Lamb was quick to fetch him a cane so he could better support himself, but you looped your arm around one of his own to help.

"Thank you, you're very kind.." He gazed at the sheep. "My name is Dr. Sozonius. We were...studying the Mushroomos. Fascinating creatures, they are. Neither plant nor animal. They gave my partner [y/n] and I some menticide mushrooms...and.....that's the last thing I remember.." He frowned slightly.

'Ah..so he doesn't know...' You realized, but you kept your worries pushed down, too happy to care about any of that right now.

"I can't help but feel that I have you to thank for...something." He continued, smiling at Lamb. "You have my loyalty. I will remain here and serve you."

They smiled back and bowed their head respectfully. "Thank you, doctor. Welcome back."

..........

While it was such a relief to see Sozonius' sanity restored, it wasn't too long before he ended up becoming bedridden, his bones too weak to support him anymore.

You realized that the fungi somehow managed to disguise his true age, as Lamb discovered he was actually 100 years old via mindreading--making him the eldest follower in the natural sense.

Now you feared losing him again..just when you finally got him back, and wondered if Lamb could do something to help.

Sure, resurrecting him may be the easiest option, but it would be the most painful for you. They couldn't put you through that, as it would take a few days for them to be ready for the ritual.

Luckily they managed to find a quick solution:

A fountain of youth in the form of a simple egg dish.

After Sozonius ate it, the magical properties somehow reversed the clock, giving him back the energy he needed to help out with cult duties. And you didn't have to worry about losing each other again, as Lamb gifted you two golden skull necklaces as a "belated" wedding gift.

Of course, the ant was ever jubilant about his mushroom studies and continued to pursue them alongside you--in a far more controlled environment, obviously. He was allowed to tend to the plots and observe how their effects impact followers during brainwashing rituals, although he was forbidden from tasting one himself or participating in those..

At least for right now.

Even though it's been about a week since he was "cured", the few Mushroomos that lived on the cult grounds were still fretful upon seeing him, thinking he was going to eat them alive.

The one you defended couldn't believe that he was genuinely sorry and not under the fungi's influence anymore.

They were so terribly scared that Lamb mentioned that they gained a "cowardly" trait, always flinching upon you, them, or Sozonius approaching, begging to be spared from....some nonexistent threat they made up in their head. They tried to please you two how ever they could, yet were easily frightened by him simply breathing around them.

Your husband was confused until you clarified that he ruled over the Mushroomos for a long time, cannibalizing them and making threats should they fail to bring him more mushrooms--but he found it hard to fathom that he'd ever do such a thing and abandon you and his family..

Even so, he felt guilty and hoped to make things right.

.........

It was late at night when you and Sozonius were having some light brews at the drinkhouse, feeling relaxed but not entirely befuddled.

He was rambling about some of his latest discoveries in mycology, and you listened with such a loving gaze in your eyes, smiling so big your face was starting to hurt.

You were so, so grateful he came back to you..and that Lamb could save him.

But one particular Mushroomo, however, arrived in hopes of drinking their worries away...and instead found you two at the counter, disappointed.

They tried to sneak away, although Sozonius spotted them and whistled. "You, Mushroomo! Come sit with us." He offered. "We don't bite."

"Eek! I-I mean, of course Mast---I mean Sozo..I-I mean....urrgh!!" Already they were fumbling over their words, scratching at their mushroom cap and sweating. "S-Sorry, sorry! AH!" They nearly tripped over a rock on their way to the drinkhouse.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, dear?" You glanced at your husband, who just nodded reassuringly.

"It will be fine."

Even as the Mushroomo sat down and took one of the drinks left on the counter, they seemed too anxious to take a sip. Instead their gaze going to you--and Sozonius, especially. "I-I feel like I'm interrupting something.."

"No, you are not. But listen-"

"D-Do you need more 'shrooms for your studies, Sozo?? More menticide-?"

"No, no. Listen. I wanted to...apologize for what I have done to you and your fellow Mushroomos."

"Wha.....y-you do..?"

With a soft sigh, Sozonius grasped both of their hands, and although they squeaked in surprise, they didn't try running off. "I scarcely recall what I did while under the influence of the mushrooms. But...it's no excuse. I treated all of you poorly, ate your friends...and I'm sorry. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive this old fool."

They meekly nodded. "W-We understand..mast-"

"From this day forward," he cut in gently, "I am no longer your master. You serve the Lamb now. Not me. And that goes for all of you Mushroomos, okay?"

"....yes, doctor." The mushroom creature exhaled a shaky breath, looking utterly relieved to have official freedom from his servitude.

"Good, thank you." Sozonius let go, smiling. "I'm glad you understand. Why don't you go get some rest?"

"I think..I will." They stood up and stared down at their untouched drink, before sliding it back over to you. "You can have this. I...don't feel like I need it anymore."

You nodded, bidding them goodnight as they headed back to their shelter, before gazing at the ant. "Seems you broke their habit, too."

"Well, I am a doctor, after all." He chuckled. "I wanna help whoever I can."

All you did was smile, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence, finishing your drinks and admiring the golden shrine at the center of the cult grounds.

Finally, everything was as it should be.

[maplecaster]

in my dream we all entered the House of Frost disguised as church members and had to cook something for the priest as a donation to the house. the floor was misty because it was cold. there were rows of tables like a cooking class with pots and heaters and such.

however, not everyone was told they were gonna have to cook so some people didnt bring food. uh oh! they’d have to borrow some from someone or quickly forage something from outside. i had a rather small sausage, but i also found a cluster of small white mushrooms outside which the person next to me curiously got very excited about. all they had was a tiny chunk of ham so i boiled some of the mushroom and put it in a cup for them just in case the ham wasn’t good enough. their excitement upon seeing the shroom made me think it was a rare mushroom, and i saw them attaching one stalk on a random piece of bark and watching it grow another cluster (it grew very fast).

the priest came over and was barely satisfied with my boiled sausage. when they saw my friend’s chunk of ham he looked angry, so they offered him the piece of bark with mushroom on it. i realized boiled mushroom is probably better than raw, so i offered my mushroom cup to him (which had some greens as well, but was mostly mushroom.) the priest looked somewhat pleased and downed the cup, and my new friend started laughing and covering their mouth. i whispered and asked what was so special about the mushroom, and they told me “this species is a magnet for Death Wasps, they basically spawn wherever it is.”

at that moment the priest coughed like he was choking, and a bunch of wasps came out of his mouth and covered his face. that’s where the dream ended.

[cathumanthing2]

Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 8

(TW: Implied/referenced injury, implied/referenced child abuse)

hopeless romantics

1:34 PM

elsa boi added Katherine Elizabeth to the groupchat

Katherine Elizabeth: what.

Shroom: Oh hi katherine!

elsa boi: I apologize to the groupchat for adding one of the braincells into the group but it was urgent

elsa boi: the gays were being oblivious

elsa boi: i had to act

simp for elves: fair. Anyways, i have a date with xorny i need to get to so bye

elsa boi: …YOU CANT BE DATiNG MY SIBLINg

simp for elves: but i am :3

engineer salmon: joey, please dont ever use that face ever again

engineer salmon: it feels wrong to see you use it

simp for elves: why :3

Shroom: im going to cry

Katherine Elizabeth: Nooo don't cryyyy :( 

Shroom: ok I won't i dont want to make you cry :( 

elsa boi: im starting to regret bringing katherine into the mix

magic bitches

2:02

tech wizard: gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem

actual wizard: Shat.

actual wizard: Oh shoot no-

actual wizard: *what

blood sheep man: Shat.

actual wizard: Shushhhhhhh

tech wizard: gem do you wanna go see that one new version of the mermaid movie i hated when we were yougner 

actual wizard: fWhip i have too much work to do-

tech wizard: gem, the last day of school was at least a week ago

tech wizard: what work

actual wizard: 1. Summer reading, 2. An essay competition, 3. Tutoring people in a few subjects, 4. Honing my magic skills and expanding my knowledge, 5. My actual job

tech wizard: not all of that has to be done right now. Gem. please

actual wizard: I'm sorry i cant i just

actual wizard: theres too much and its better to get it done sooner than later

tech wizard: ok thats fine

mushrooms and plants belong together because they are besties :D 

2:25

Shub :D: Katherine why were you added to the simp chat?

Kath <3: Oh, scott asked me if i had a crush(which i dont) and i told him i didnt but i found this one person to be cute, and then ranted about why they were cute, and now I'm stuck in that groupchat i guess!

Kath <3: Why're you there?

Shub :D: i told him about my crush and he decided that i was a, and i quote, "useless sapphic who needs to get her shit together" and added me to the gc

Kath <3: Dang.

Kath <3: If you wouldn't mind telling me, who do you have a crush on? /nf

Shub :D: Oh i don't really want to tell, don't want it getting out to them, ya know?

Kath <3: Ok, I'll try to remember that :)/gen 

Ice elf + literal plant

2:34

literal plant: Scott, you keep saying im a simp but i dont even know what a crush feels like

literal plant: so i was wondering

literal plant: What does a crush feel like? /genq

Ice elf: A simple rule i follow to make sure i really have a crush on someone is asking myself a series of questions

Ice elf: if the answer is mostly yesses, most likely a crush

Ice elf: and i assure you

Ice elf: I myself am a simp and you are showing clear signs of the gayness

literal plant: …ITS NOT MY FAULT SHE'S ALL MUSROOM-Y AND CUTE AND FUNNY AND HER VOICE SOUNDS NICE ITS ALL AESTHETIC ATTRACTION RIGHT??

Ice elf: oh no…. You're further gone than I thought….

hopeless romantics

2:40 pm

elsa boi changed Katherine Elizabeth 's name to mushroom lover

mushroom lover: scott i will murder you. Im serious. 

elsa boi: chill. Everyone here is oblivious. No one'll understand it.

Shroom: I thought i was the ultimate mushroom lover D:

elsa boi: See?

engineer salmon: …I'm going to cry this is both beautiful and annoying at the same time

mushroom lover: So everyone is seriously oblivious? No one'll understand it?

polyamorous bisexual idiot: pretty much

mushroom lover: I don't know if I truly like them like that but Scott says im a simp, and they have the cutest voice, and her hair looks so fluffy, and their eyes are so, so bright and beautiful, and they have these little freckles on their button nose that I just want to bop, and she's so funny and kind and nice and I just don't want her to be sad because she doesn't deserve to be sad, and I just love how much light they bring everywhere

Shroom: Yeah, you like them. I feel a similar way about my crush.

elsa boi: Ohhhh my goshhhhhhhhhhhh-

engineer salmon: *facepalm*

Roseblings :D 

3:05

Tnt deer: Gem, are you ok? You've been really distant lately, it's starting to get concerning.

Magic deer: I'm fine, just busy! Don't worry about me!

Tnt deer: Ok, sure.

fWhip set down his phone and sighed.

When fWhip was younger, Gem was strong.

And she still is. She always will be. But her strength is ebbing away, fading, and she's exhausted all the time.

She was hurting, and putting piles and piles of weight on top of herself, and bending and breaking. And fWhip didn't know what to do, she was the strong one, wasn't she? 

fWhip huddled up near the wall, eyes black and blue, a small cut on his upper lip, head throbbing in pain, and a sob choked its way out of his throat. He flinched as something touched his face, expecting another blow, but instead his chin was gently cradled as soft thumbs wiped away his tears. 

He opened his eyes to see a familiar freckled face littered with bruises, her usually neat orange hair messy, her eyes watering, and he threw his arms around her for comfort.

She gave him a shaky smile. "It's ok, they're done. It's fine. We can do this, we're strong." she reassured him.

"Gem, I'm scared, they were really angry this time," his voice was muffled by her clothes.

Gem hugged him closer, sniffling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you this time…" 

She murmured a simple spell under her breath, which caused some of his bruises to lighten slightly, as they started healing.

fWhip had heard crying from her bedroom later that night.

[octopiys]

Awake My Soul

Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, and the time that his Captain, John "Soap" MacTavish makes up for it. Or, how Soap realizes the truth behind Roach's call sign. That bitch can survive anything. (For @forest-of-shrooms )

(Also on ao3)

4.3k, part 1/2

next

(Cw: cursing, violence, blood, wounds)

[Part 2 will be pure fluff I swear]

Rio de Janeiro

Brazil

"We're sorry, all lines are busy at the moment." Said the cool, automatic voice of the unreceiving receiver. "Please hang up your call, and try again later."

"I can't get anyone on the horn..." Lieutenant Ghost Riley was pacing angrily as he ended the call and dialed again.

Captain Soap Mactavish was standing cross armed by the recently crushed vehicle that he and Rojas had taken as a cushion for their fall. Sergeant Roach Sanderson was currently tying the already stunned man to the chain link fence, kicking his red baseball cap to the side.

"The Russians must've copied the ACS module. Got the key to every lock in America." Soap muttered, flashing Roach a look. It seemed like he was their representative American again.

"And they're killin' a thousand Americans for every dead civilian in Moscow. Looks like we're all outta friends...." Ghost chucked his phone, landing with a clang. It was only good for that number, and now it too was gone. The other two glanced at him, and he rolled his eyes, begrudgingly heading to go pick it back up.

The Captain turned to Roach suddenly, and he felt like looking away under the intensity of his gaze. "I know a guy. Let's try an' find a payphone... if those still exist."

Roach scoffed a laugh as the Lieutenant returned, disposable phone in hand.

They didn't get much out of Rojas, despite their... session for information, other than one thing. There's only one person that Makarov hates worse than Americans, and he's locked up in a gulag far, far away from there.

But now, they just needed to get out of Rio.

There were a few shouts and some gunshots, far off, but rapidly approaching their location. Ghost looked around, spotting something before stepping in closer to them. Roach readied his gun.

"Sir, the militia's closin' in. Almost a hundred of 'em, front and back!"

Soap looked between the two of his men with a sharp nod. "We're gonna have ta fight our way to the LZ! Let's go!"

"What about Rojas?" Ghost didn't slow his step in the least concern.

"The streets'll take care of 'im." Soap spat before picking up the pace.

Roach lagged behind, taking a long look at the man, still chained to the fence. He let out a muffled groan, and a thought crossed his mind. If he shot Rojas now, it would be a mercy killing.

He didn't deserve mercy.

"Roach, c'mon!" Soap's thick scottish voice urged him, and he retreated, leaving Rojas alive. "Nikolai! We're at the top of the favela surrounded by militia! Bring the chopper to the market, do you copy? Over!"

They pushed through and off to the side dirt path, cutting through high ferns and short trees. There was a watchtower of some sort at the top of the hill where Ghost and Soap couldn't afford to wait for him, so he moved faster.

"Okay my friend, I am on the way!" Nikolai's voice jumped over their radios.

He caught up in no time, long legs crossing two of the Captain's one stride. A light nudge on his shoulder and Roach tried to hide his sly grin.

A plane flew overhead, it's engine obscenely loud. He could see the airport from the top of the hill, where other vehicles seemed to plan on taking off. He wondered where Nikolai's chopper was.

"Everyone get ready! Lock and load!" Captain Mactavish warned, and suddenly Roach had a feeling in his gut that told him that the mission wouldn't end the way they wanted it to. He pushed it away, and adjusted his weapon nervously. Soap caught his eye and lifted his head slightly in acknowledgement. And encouragement. Roach felt his face heat red, and he was suddenly thankful for the gaiter that covered half his face.

Really, a crush on your higher up, as childish as it seemed, usually meant no good for anyone. He wasn't sure if it was admiration, or puppy love, or just.... He didnt know. It had to be unrequited no matter what, even if it wasn't. It wasn't law, but it wasn't allowed. Mactavish could easily lose his position for insubordination, and everything that Roach had worked for the past five years would be gone quicker than he could confess.

So he chose not to. Wise, that choice was.

"Let's do this!" Ghost's sharp British accent snapped him out of his thoughts that he couldn't afford to lose himself in, and they ran the rest of the way to the top of the favela.

Immediately, they were met with gunfire from the local militia. Both Ghost and Soap were barking out commands over each other, letting him know when and where the enemies were. He tried his best to listen, truly, but it was a little hard between the ringing in his ears, the bullets whizzing past him, and the pure adrenaline of trying not to get killed.

"Head through the gate to get to the market— Roach, move!" Captain MacTavish barked, grabbing him by the back of the vest and wrenching him to the ground just before a sniper's bullet exploded the ground where he had just been standing.

Eyes wide, he looked at the Captain with a silent thank you, and the man pulled him back up. "On yer feet soldier! Ye solid?" He asked, checking him over at an almost frantic pace. A few strands of hair fell loose from his gelled mohawk, already messy in the heat of the South Americas.

Roach nodded quickly. "I'm good, let's move!"

"Captain, we've got more moving in from the south!" Ghost shouted, and the two started running for it. Their gear was hot and heavy, but Roach was glad for the shoes as they slipped on the broken tiles between a few houses.

Someone fired from the roofs above them, and Roach countered that, jumping over the body as it fell into his path. He slid behind a solid guard rail for cover, reloading his weapon. He peeked over the railing to fire at an approaching enemy, and he dropped quicker than a sack of potatoes. He aimed again, quickly searching the square, and shot someone else in the neck, as he crouched behind an old broken down vehicle. Someone approached his six from behind and he whirled around to fire but it was just Soap, covering his back.

Tires squealed as a turretted truck flew into the square.

"Shit! Captain, ten o'clock!" Gary shouted, slinging his main weapon over his shoulder, and lobbing a grenade at the vehicle. He watched as both the man's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth forming the shape of an 'o' and they ran for it. They didn't have the supplies or the armor to properly defend themselves from weaponry like that. The only thing that could take it down was- "Lieutenant! Throw a grenade into the truck, we can't hit it from here!" Roach shouted into his microphone.

"Rog!" Ghost copied, his voice sounding crackly over the radio, like a raging fire roaring from dying embers.

While he was working on that, Roach and Soap worked in a deadly tandem under the cover of bricks and dust and ruin, taking out the hostiles and trying to not disturb the innocents.

A loud explosion rocked the earth beneath their feet, telling them the truck had been taken care of.

"One and done!" They heard the Lieutenant shout before whatever else he said was drowned out by the commercial plane flying overhead.

Roach pushed around for the guardrail and fencing to advance and catch up to Ghost, before he was knocked square on his back from a bullet that made impact dead center of his chest.

"-ch! Roach! Roach, look at me, aye!" MacTavish was shouting over him as he struggled to breath when he came back to. He fired multiple rounds into the chest of his attacker, a look with something darker than pure rage written deep into the lines of his face. "Just got ye in the plate, Roach, breathe, cmon!"

The fear in his Captain's voice was what scared him the most, as he tried to clear the ringing in his head and the struggling wheezes that clawed their way up his throat as he tried to remember how to breathe. The bullet knocked the wind straight out of him, but luckily it only hit his body armor. He shuddered a gasp, as Soap dragged him to a back alley. Ghost's voice was tinny from the earpiece that had fallen to his shoulder and with shaking hands, he tried to put it back in.

"Attaboy, Sergeant, yer alright, yer alright-" MacTavish murmured to him, doing another once over. "He's good, Riley, just got a bitta the wind gone-"

"Christ-" Roach breathed pulling his gun back around his shoulder as Soap gave him a reassuring pat on the back, his hand lingering a second longer than it should have. Oh, he was hopeless. "That's gonna hurt like- a bitch in the mornin'..."

"Cmon, get to the gate! Keep pushin' to the evac point!" Mactavish shouted into his radio for Ghost to hear as he and Roach made their way forward, taking out enemies as they went.

And they ran.

Roach made his way through the gate, sliding down the slick road that bordered the fence, blocking any escape to the rocky seaside hill. Ghost was right. They did seem to have the entire Brazilian militia on their asses, and they weren't gonna go down without a fight. As more hostiles flooded the streets, Roach took cover in an open building that probably used to be a house, but didn't look like much of anything anymore. Soap and Ghost must've taken a different way, because he soon lost track of the Captain's voice, and the Lieutenant's aura of constant frustration. He went out an open window finding his way onto a flat roof that connected to the lower balcony of a separate house and made his way back down, quickly reloading his gun as he went. Just in time too, as he turned the corner, militia flooded the alley, catching him off guard, so he whirled back around and ran down a separate path.

He regrouped with the other two, Ghost being supported by the Captain. His leg was held in an odd way, and Soap filled him in with a single glance. The Lieutenant had been hit in the thigh, making doing much of anything hurt, and his adrenaline hadn't even kicked in yet. Roach was sure he had a stim somewhere, but they didn't have enough time to find it. The red black of blood told him they needed to hurry.

"Twenty on me, cap'n! We gotta move!" He took up Ghost's other shoulder and quickly began helping them along, using his gun to eliminate any threats, and MacTavish got the ones he missed.

They turned a corner and Roach got body checked with a gun, worsening the ringing in his ears as he tried to regain his footing. He watched one of Ghost's many knives bury itself in the attackers throat and he went down in a spray of blood.

"Thanks Lieutenant-" He breathed and Ghost gave him a slightly-less-than sharp nod, face hidden behind his painted skull mask and orange lensed sunglasses.

Bullets struck the dust at their feet as they made their way through the town, finally reaching the markets as another car exploded, radiating waves of heat and shrapnel out their way.

A part of Roach felt bad as he took up both arms to fire through the market. Things from people's lives that supported them toppled to the ground, or were lit aflame, and just like that, it was gone. Ghost sent him forward to scout out the area, and Roach tossed him his pack.

"Should be a stim and some bandages in there, I'll radio you when I get to the other side!" He shouted, leaving once Ghost had been secured behind a sturdy looking wall.

Ghost thanked him with a, "Tangoes coming outta that shack, 11 o'clock!"

And Roach ran.

He passed through a small stall with a large Brazilian flag draped across the back wall, using his automatic to take out his enemies and ignoring the blood staining his boots.

A few bullets dusted the ground by his feet and he whirled around, ducking for cover. His hand flew to his radio, a bullet went through his shoulder. "Sniper! Sniper on the-" He roared before being interrupted by the Captain.

"Roach, that shed's loaded with-!" Came Soap's voice as he turned into another hut, tripping on some wire in the floor, and he heard the hissing of a trigger blow as his feet moved too slow to escape the wrath of the rigged explosion.

He'd always found a sick sense of admiration in fire and explosions, even as a child. During family bonfires, he'd make up stories from what he'd seen in the flames, tall graceful dancers, giant, earth consuming waves, and plenty of other things. He was a great storyteller, and his secret passion is originally what brought him so close to his captain, an expert in demolitions. The man knew what he was doing, in and out of the battlefield.

In between missions, he had been caught handcrafting explosives with an enthusiastic glint in his eye for missions to come. During said missions, he'd spend his time lodging those explosives, and watching each one go out with a bang. MacTavish never got to talk about them, much, but one day Roach asked. He spoke for hours about each little intricate detail, and the younger Sergeant listened.

He'd listen for eternity if given the chance.

Perhaps that was the moment that Roach truly fell in love with Captain John MacTavish.

Sanderson wasn't sure when he opened his eyes again. All he knew was that his day sucked, it wasn't improving much, and his shoulder hurt like a motherfucker.

He was laying on his side behind a mound of sandbags that seemed to have protected him from the worst, and the air smelt of acred smoke and coppery blood. There were a few cages sitting atop the sand bags, the small bodies of dead birds killed in the fight laying limp on the bottom.

It was strangely symbolic.

Caged birds. No way out, struck dead where they once flew.

"-erson! Gary!" Captain MacTavish shouted with such a force that suddenly snapped the world right back up again. "Do ye copy, Sergeant!?"

"Copy-" Hs coughed the dust and blood away from his lungs, thinking that he was bound to have tinnitus after this. "I copy... Shed was rigged to blow- you get that sniper...?"

"Roach, come in mate! What's your status?" He heard Ghost bark, and he lifted his hand to his radio to respond again before his microphone came away in pieces in his hand.

Both he and it was covered in blood, and the sudden burning ache in his shoulder hit him like a wall as he remembered he'd been shot. The bullet must've gone clean through his radio and lodged in his shoulder somewhere, and he didn't have the strength in him to look at the wound, much less dig the bullet out. He had losses his big boy gun somewhere in the explosion, but still had his pistol on him, so he pulled that instead.

As he clambered back to his feet, he saw his higher upside fighting their way through the market under the cover of bloodlust and smoke. The explosion must've leveled a few other stalls it seemed as flames rolled tall into the air.

The loud whup-whupping of a large helicopter overhead drew everyone's eyes to the sky.

"That's Nikolai's Pave Low!" Soap shouted, being the first to snap out of the trance. "Roach, if ye copy, let's go! Regroup at the evac point! Nikolai, ETA twenty seconds! Be ready for immediate dust off!"

"That ma- --- be f-st enough! -- more militia clos--- in on th- market!" Roach's radio was dying, he was sure of it, as he stumbled the rest of the way through the market. His throat was clogged and run ragged from the smoke and dust that mixed dangerously into the air, his torn gaiter doing nothing to help filter the air.

He pushed through a building, momentarily losing sights of his teammates, but they reappeared as he exited on the other side of the open courtyard across from him.

The Captain's face quickly shifted to an expression of pure relief as Nikolai flew in above them. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nikolai spoke for them.

"It's too hot! We will not survive this landing!" The pilot's voice sounded severely strained, and if to prove his point, an rpg sailed overhead and collided with a building behind them.

"Nikolai, wave off, wave off! We'll meet you at the secondary LZ instead! Go!" MacTavish commanded, looking even more stressed from before. Roach quickly found his way back over to them as Nikolai lifted back into the air.

"How... are you holdin' up?" Roach rasped to Ghost, who was starting to look a little green around the gills.

"Talkin' bout yourself, Sergeant? I'll be fine." Ghost grumbled, tying off a tourniquet on his leg before bullets began flying through the square again.

"Let's get you up then, come on!" Roach pulled the man to his feet as Soap was yelling something through his radio. "Mine's busted-" He breathed. "Can hear, can't talk."

Ghost hummed a response, his eyes just barely visible behind his cracked orange lenses.

"Come on! We've gotta get to the rooftops, this way!" MacTavish shouted, shooting down someone who dared to follow them.

He hoisted Ghost up a container, and leapt up, grabbing hold of the Captain's extended hand and pulled himself up. Roach gave him a nod of thanks as Nikolai flew overhead.

"My friend, from up here it looks like the who village is trying to kill you!" Radioed Nikolai, so ever helpful.

"Tell me something I don't know! Just get ready to pick us up!" MacTavish shouted, leading both Ghost and Roach to visibly wince at the sudden loudness in their ears.

They were running as fast as they could make it across tin and aluminum rooftops, parts of it shoddily connected with sizable gaps. He helped run Ghost around a hanging of clothing before the Lieutenant shouts, "We're runnin' outta rooftop!"

Roach's foot caught on an outcropping in the roof and the two stumbled but kept pushing forward. He could see the Christ statue on the mountain ahead of them, arms stretched out like he was protecting them from harm.

Roach knew better.

"We can make it!" The Captain countered back. "Go go go!"

They were rapidly approaching a ten foot drop, a gap in two roofs. Ghost's face was dead set determined. Soap disappeared over the side, and he knew what needed to happen.

The Lieutenant leapt second, putting more strain on his bad leg than he needed to, falling more gracefully than he would've thought over the edge.

Then came Roach's turn. He took a couple steps back, and then a running start. He launched himself into the air, hitting feet first, thinking he got off spot free.

Now of course, not even that could go right either, could it?

He hit the roof hard, the edge collapsing with the very little support underneath it, and he threw himself forward, scrabbling at the side. His glove got the sharp side of the tin roof, his shoulder screaming at the sudden strenuous activity on his wound. He cried out, feet hanging in the empty thirty feet of air.

Then appeared the Captain, oh Captain, his Captain, to save the day and reached out just as the roof fell. A split second too late, and Roach went tumbling down backwards with it.

"ROACH!" MacTavish roared, doubling over the side with his hand outstretched.

Sanderson hit the ground, and everything went black.

Roach really didn't want to die. Sure, some missions were shit, but this one was really taking the cake.

First came Rojas' very little amount of information.

Second, the bullet to his vest.

Third, Ghost's leg.

Fourth, the actual bullet to the shoulder, fifth, the explosion and the probable tinnitus.

Last and finally, this. Was he dead? He wasn't sure. He most certainly didn't want to be, if he had any say in it. Dying hurt a lot, or so he was told.

Someone was calling his name.

Was it God? He didn't believe in God. If it was Him, then he was most certainly fucked.

"Roach, Roach! Wake up!"

His eyes opened, blurrily. The world was spinning, and he was shaking, and he was most certainly not dead. Death hurt, he was told, but not this much.

He felt as he turned his head, his vision swimming horribly like it was trying to catch up with his eyes, and oh, the wretched ringing was back in his ears.

His goggles were gone, he processed somewhere, and his helmet too. Where was he? Why was it so hot?

"Roach!! We can see them from the chopper! They're coming for you, dozens of em!" Ghost shouted loud in his ear, and he noticed a group of shadows along the wall ahead of him, illuminated by the setting sun, and that group marched into view with many scarily long guns in their hands.

He looked around. Another few, far up on the roof with automatics.

Oh, fuck.

"Roach! There's too many o' them! Get the hell outta there, find yer way to the rooftops!" The Captain screamed. "Move!"

The final word shot him into action, filling him with enough adrenaline to get up and keep moving. He ignored the blood on his hands, and somewhere realized that with his goggles and helmet, he'd also lost his gun.

And Roach ran.

He breathed a pained groan, launching himself forward into an open house, a small part of his mind feeling bad for tracking blood into the just cleaned tiles, until the backwash exploded with a spray of bullets.

He came out the other side unscathed- well, no more scathed than he was before. He ran down the stairs of an alley, praying that his bad luck wouldn't decide to strike again, and then up the stairs through another open door.

His shoulder screamed, blood flowing quickly down his vest but he payed it no mind. He wanted to live.

His vision tinged black around the edges, but he pushed himself forward as bullets ricochetted around him. Up other stairs, and leaping off a balcony, Soap was on the roofs.

He hit the ground at a roll, and ignored the sharp pain in his ankle upon impact and kept going, weaving around tables and discarded chairs, along with something that looked very similar to a body, but he had no time to investigate it now. His head and heart was pounding painfully by the time he heard Soap's voice again.

"Roach! I see you! Jump down, meet us south of your position! Go!" The Captain sounded as just as anxious as he felt, straining every word like they might be the last thing Roach could hear. They very well could be.

"Gas is very low! I must leave in thirty seconds!" He heard Nikolai shout and he cursed to himself.

Now he had a time limit.

"Roach! We're runnin' on fumes here, ye've got thirty seconds! Run!" Soap shouted.

"I'm trying!" Roach hissed to himself, gasping as another bullet made impact to the back of his vest.

He saw the white Pave Low just in the distance as he jumped the gap between two houses. But there was a significant drop off where the roofs ended. It seemed impossible-

"Left! Turn left and jumped down!" The Captain shouted, like a fucking guardian angel. He careened left, sliding off the roof to a man made path down down side of two buildings.

A small part of him wondered if MacTavish had taken his eyes off him at all. The rest of him just screamed, run!

He turned another corner, before launching himself into free air, then making contact with a long, slanted roof. There was a window at the bottom, and Roach prayed it was open.

It was not, but he smashed through it, landing hard in the spray of broken shards. His breath was almost stolen from him again, and his chest pained him horribly, but the spray of bullets picked up again, and he knew he couldn't stop now. He was so close.

The Pave Low lifted from the cliff drop-off near the half collapsed brick balcony. The side door was opened, and a rope ladder spilled out. He could see Soap at the door, securing it quickly and watching with a scrutinizing gaze. The unfamiliar feeling of relief filled his chest at the sight.

"Jump for it!" MacTavish shouted, and so he did.

He felt like he free fell forever over the forested river, before his hand came into contact with the ladder and he held onto it for dear life, struggling to catch his breath.

"Nikolai, we got him! Get us outta here!" He heard the Captain shout from above, as his vision blacked out momentarily.

He climbed a rung, two, looking up to see MacTavish reaching a hand down to him. He took it, and allowed himself to be pulled up, just as the rest of his strength gave out.

He felt the solid floor of the chopper as it took off at full speed, and two hands on him, searching around his vest.

"Roach, stay with us!" Someone said, before pressing down quite painfully on his shoulder.

He bit back a scream, snapping his eyes open, trying to struggle away. He hadn't even been aware that he had closed them.

"Stop, stop, please-" He begged, the cry tearing out of his throat as the pressure increased.

Someone smoothed over his hair.

Something was stabbed into his leg, and he found the sharp blue of Soap MacTavish's eyes, and they were scared, that startled him.

The pain increased tenfold right then, and a scream clawed its way out of his throat, and he blacked out.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

BTS!! Don't Hurt Yourself

BTS: Write a dvd commentary about a passage from the fic (I cannot pic a fav so I'm just gonna give any old passage, I chose this one because I have a fun backstory about when I wrote it)(Full disclosure I own dvds but its been so long since I watched dvd commentary that I don't really remember what it's like so I'll just talk about the passage and how I made the decisions I did and how it came about, you know, the making of the passage.)

Spicy. alright I can do spicy.

Stede had always thought that a desire to hurt another individual out of malice or hatred was something that was intended to be done without their consent, that it would be dampened by the thought that the other person was into it. He was somewhat surprised to find that Izzy’s openly asking for it did not cheapen his own sadistic pleasure in giving the bastard what he deserved.

And he did deserve it, Stede decided as he pressed the head of his cock into Izzy’s tight, wet cunt. Izzy deserved to get smacked around and spat upon. Not just for the stunt with the blow job and the secret phone call, but also for calling Edward a whore, and a twat, and every other unkind derogatory thing he’d said in that courtroom and out, and for being generally an unpleasant, nasty little man that no one wanted to be around, and for causing Ed so much grief.

First of all, Bonnet, you are also causing Ed grief by fucking his husband but I digress

anyway. Backstory: This is from Chapter 7 of Don't Hurt Yourself. A chapter which I slaved away on for I think about two months, because I had written up to the point where Stede and Izzy Yaoi prat fall onto each other and Stede ends up with Izzy's tit in his hand or whatever, and I had no idea where to go from there ie how to get Stede's cock in Izzy's cunt in a way that was at least realistic enough for me to be satisfied with it.(emotional realities not physical realities, as is my right as an ofmd fic author, David Jenkins school of writing ect.) It's a problem I have with writing both Jack/Stede and Izzy/Stede, I have to seamlessly bring them from bitching at each other like they do in the show to fucking each other. Its not as easy as it sounds.

The breakthrough of the writers block came for me the same night I did magic mushrooms for the first time. My dealer told me that they would take about 3 hours to kick in (they took half that amount of time) and I was like, well I have three hours to spare so I might as well try to bang out a couple paragraphs. (it was the day I posted "why is it so much easier to write when the edible is about to kick in" It was not an edible I was waiting on. Idk why I said edible I regularly admit to drugs on here lmao.) So I managed to write a lot of the dialogue and then these two paragraphs. But the shrooms kicked in as I was finishing up the last paragraph, which meant that I ended it with some absolutely inebriated drivel about the word fuck and how it's used to convey both hate (e,g. shut the fuck up, fuck you) and sex that I had to delete when I was sober and I very rapidly lost the ability to write after that.

Anyway now that the fun back story is out of the way let's actually talk about what's happening in these two paragraphs. Stizzy hate sex! Stede and Izzy are sometimes hard to make fuck because Stede simply does not think about him, but they're also incredibly fun to make fuck. Muppet vibes off the charts especially when they're doing bdsm (which is the only kind of sex Izzy knows how to have). Miss Piggy slapping Kermit energy but they're not married.

I also tend to think Stede has a dark side. He's as mean as he is nice and he's real fucking nice. I love it when he's evil, because I'm horny about evil men. I think if Stede would think about Izzy long enough he could get dark with it (a vibe which is not incompatible with muppetry broaden your horizons for the possible.) and I think the only way to make him think about Izzy long enough is to have Izzy wrong Ed and make it clear to Stede that Ed was wronged and put Izzy in Stede's direct line of sight.

Basically, I want Stede to have hate sex and I want him to realize he's a sadist. I tried to convey that here. I think that Stede as a character has the capacity for so much love and so much hate. It's an important balance to strike when writing him, if you go too far in one direction you turn him into an unrecognizable monster (which I've seen certain people do) but if you go too far in the other he becomes an unrecognizable woobie baby which is so fucking boring dude. I hope I got across his sadist awakening well. he still needs a second one where you learn you can do it to people you like tho...

The ask meme

[nightcall99]

Notes from 24.2.24

I'm not here right now so here's some severely disjointed rambling.

Restless night of high energy. Don't remember any dreams but there was something vague about a pool of water. A swimming pool or a public bath. The HS appeared. Questions and answers were drifting into my awareness, rolled into one.

I drank a lot of water today. More than I usually do. I did a short meditation and saw myself inside of a tsunami wave, just standing in the water like a phantom, but smiling. I let the water molecules pass through me, until I was the water.

I scrolled up a bit in the chat and saw something about how CA was teaching her daughter about Dr. Emoto's water experiments.

Spoke to her briefly. On the same page. It’s over. I remember that dream I had of the Sailor Moon tattoos. We both have the same tattoo, metaphorically.

Yesterday while waiting for my lunch at the cafe, I saw the pavement move like lava. As if I was on shrooms.

My co-worker messaged me about an issue that wasn't necessarily my fault, but kind of was. I was dreading having to deal with it on Monday since it had the potential to blow up, but I kept repeating to myself that I wouldn't have to do anything. Today he messaged me to say, It's All Sorted.

The book I'm reading is getting boring, I skip chapters. I keep looking over at the dog to check if it's still there or not.

So we just had a university placement student for 4 weeks. He was NPC as fuck, I tried making him laugh several times but nothing. Devoid of personality. But oh my god, it's like he'd been working there for years and years. I purposely create things to be easy for me so of course it's all me but it got me thinking more about my experiences of males. It's been a while since I've felt safe and protected at work (or in life) like that. I didn't have to be so tensed up and on high alert. Like my manager is pushing 40 and I'm the one who's always protecting him and dealing with the shit situations. This 24 year old kid was literally running the place with no pay. With No Ego. I was shoving prescription baskets in his face and he always knew what to do. Didn't hear one complaint, no shrinking violets here. The divine masculine must have gotten really fucked up in this realm for me to be shocked by something so simple as a male showing a few alpha traits. On his last day, I told him that he was the best student we’ve ever had. I'm really looking forward to finally resting, that's all I can say.

Other stuff I did today was put butterfly clips in my hair and take some selfies. I looked gross. My mum cut me up some mango. I ate potato wedges with sour cream. Right now I'm watching My Cousin Rachel because Sam Claflin is hot. When we move on, I wonder if we'll miss talking about these stupid little things.

Anyway, back to this water thing. When I was having a shower before, the words 'I am the recall' kept coming to mind. I feel like we're supposed to manifest it or something. Yeah, it's a total DUH. And wait wait wait, I know it's a major URGH NOT THIS SHIT. But hear me out. I've noticed lately how easy it is to manifest things from a single micro-thought. And it’s so fast now. It's not like before, putting all our effort into affirmations and vision boards. It used to take so long too. You know how those randoms in the 25th keep saying that no matter how hard you try to manifest winning the lotto (or whatever else that’s just not in the cards for you) you won't, if you're not supposed to? Before we were trying so hard to manifest the recall but we just weren't supposed to yet due to the resistance we had regarding the nature of our reality. Well, now we've reached the point where we’re supposed to. THAT'S ALL THAT'S LEFT. It's all we're waiting for. The concept that it's a hard task has been nuked already. I dunno. How about it? What are waiting for? I mean for me to bring it up, I'm already doing it right? It's like I’m just writing this for record-keeping purposes. Lol.

[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

Shrooms

Should the camera lie? That’s a question it would take a much better film than Paddy Breathnach’s SHROOMS (2007, Tubi, Peacock, Plex) to explore. It’s not total monkey dump. The tale of a group of Americans traveling to an Irish forest with their guide (Jack Huston) to do psychedelic mushrooms only to be stalked by something in the woods has a lot of possibilities, the cast is decent, and it’s well shot by Nanu Segal. The countryside is beautiful, and some of the tripping scenes resemble East Coast U.S. experimental films. But Breathnach plays with point of view so much that the twist ending feels arbitrary. It’s like the worst of M. Night Shyamalan (what I call the “Shyamalama Ding Dong”). The twist itself is derivative, but you’ll have to take my word for that. Explaining what it cribs from would provide spoilers for this and at least one other movie. For all its cinematographic flourishes, the plot, in which members of a disparate group miraculously come together and are picked off one by one, makes this just another slasher film. The final girl (Lindsey Haun) accidentally eats a death bell mushroom, which we’ve been told can kill you or grant you the ability to see beyond time and space. She lives (which isn’t bad; she’s a personable actress) and starts seeing what’s happening to her friends. The problem is that sometimes we see what they see, and at other times we see her visions and what she dreams. And we’re never very clear as to which is which. At one point, the group’s jock (Robert Hoffman) ingests too much of the psychedelic tea they’re brewing and goes off into the woods to be killed. Only Haun then gets up, finds him in what we recognize as the middle of his hallucination and brings him back to their camp only for him to turn up missing the next morning, because what happened before is the reality. Aroo?!? On the plus side, there’s a talking cow, and Huston is not just good; he’s also prettier than any of the film’s women.

[alvertesongdiary]

The Kid LAROI, Jung Kook, Central Cee - TOO MUCH

Uh If we had the chance and the time to spend Would you do it again? Would you do it again? Was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh, was it too much? (Too much) Ayy, uh Now you're calling your friends 'cause I'm gone again When I'm back around, would you do it again? Was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh, was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh

So tell me, what got in the way? And how I thought it was good than it changed And I'm saying I'm sorry again Oh, I could never get out of my way Hit the store and your wardrobes replaced (Replaced) And still all that you do is complain (Complain) You keep on throwin' it back in my my face (Face) And now you're tellin' me I need some space So I'm laying in my bed tripped off the shrooms now I'll be dead before I'm without you now Realizin' I'm addicted to you now (You now) Come here, baby, relax and cool down (Let's go)

What you sayin'? Hit me back, what's the move now? (Ooh) In my brain, no one else, it's just you now (Yeah) Let me love you the way that I do now I never knew how

If we had the chance and the time to spend Would you do it again? Would you do it again? Was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh, was it too much? (Too much) Ayy, uh Now you're calling your friends 'cause I'm gone again When I'm back around, would you do it again? Was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh, was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh Was it too much?

Am I doing too much? Do you understand my slang and get my sense of humor? When your girlfriends told you I've been fuckin' around Would you believe me if I told you that they're lyin' and that's just a rumor? Send you my personal driver, man, this ain't just an Uber You know it's serious when you stay at mine and bring a toothbrush Extra panties in your bag and some makeup removers You know I'm hardly on my own 'cause I stay with a shooter She call me daddy, she got issues, I am not her father Hop off the boat, into the jet, leave the yacht at the harbor She injectin' with Ozempic, tryna stop her hunger Huh, I wanked before you came, so I can fuck you longer S650, chauffeur driven, just type your address in Pack your bags and we can board the next flight, we can check in Make sure you check that you ain't forgot your anti-depressants Before I fly you out again and you make me regret it (Ooh)

Uh It's that time, pour it up, let's take one into the head Top down, almost crashed, 'cause I'm lookin' at your text Back and forth, and you mad about shit I never said Double text, no reply, but I'm knowin' that you read it

What you sayin'? Hit me back, what's the move now? (Ooh) In my brain, no one else, it's just you now (Yeah) Let me love you the way that I do now I never knew how

Uh If we had the chance and the time to spend Would you do it again? Would you do it again? Was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh, was it too much? (Too much) Ayy, uh Now you're calling your friends 'cause I'm gone again When I'm back around, would you do it again? (Would you do it again) Was it too much? (Too much) Uh-eh, was it too much? (Too much) Tell me, was it too much? Uh-eh Was it too much?

Was it too much? (Ooh) Was it too much? (Ooh) Was it too much?

21/10/2023

[sagafiction]

ETERNALLY SINGLE, ROSA ÁLVAREZ - NEERJA PAWAR

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 7

Rosa ambled towards the beige building, pondering upon what Manuel had said. She had decided to walk to work, since the weather had seemed just right. She regretted it now as the sun beat down on her, as if to drive home a point. Manuel was right. Of course, he was right.

Had she lost sight of why she began doing this in the first place? Was she, deep down, embarrassed? She shouldn’t care what anyone thought, but it was so hard not to when the “anyone” were her parents. Was it a difficult subject to bring up? Yes. Had she dug herself into a deep hole with all her little white lies? Sure. But was it because she was embarrassed of her job? Surely not. They would be embarrassed of her job, a little voice whispered in her head. She was doing this for them.

She took a deep determined breath. Right, she was going to do her best to put this out of her mind and focus on why she started doing this in the first place—to help others. It wasn’t about her.

The newly formed logic flew out of her head the very next moment when she saw a familiar face from her past standing right outside her office building. Not Juan, no, although she would much rather it was him. This athleisure-toting gangly girl looked like Jadalyn Perez, an ex-classmate from her former high school and an all-around nuisance for the “girls support girls” movement. Last Rosa heard, she’d officially changed her name to Jaydn, because it “fit her vibe better”. It seemed she hadn’t aged a day past sixteen, and not in a good way. The same tiger blond highlights framed her face that seemed to permanently sneer at the world. A face that, alarmingly, flickered with recognition as it looked right at her.

‘Rosa? Oh my God, Rosa!’ Jaydn squealed.

What in the fresh hell? Was everyone from her town visiting LA?! Not that she had a problem with general tourism, but Jaydn wasn’t just any ex-classmate. She was the town blabbermouth. Once, when they were twelve, Rosa had told Jaydn about her Cabbage Patch boyfriend Dean Smith. The next day, the whole school was calling her Mrs. Smith and drawing caricatures of Angelina Jolie as a Cabbage Patch doll and leaving them in her locker. She didn’t live down the name for years.

Rosa’s flight instinct kicked in and she ducked into the nearest building. She hurried across the lobby—a swanky, shiny place sporting a behemoth chandelier—looking over her shoulder to see if Jaydn was following. She vaguely remembered the building being some kind of production company, but couldn’t spot a sign around. She’d just find a bathroom in the lobby and camp out there until the coast was clear. She looked back again, unable to spot the startling blonde, and smacked right into a broad, intoxicatingly perfumed chest.

‘Oh fuck, watch where you’re going!’ a deep voice complained, and Rosa looked up to see light brown eyes laced with annoyance.

‘Sorry! I��’ She stopped midway as she spotted Jaydn entering the building. Rosa frantically looked around for some sort of escape and saw the turnstiles to enter the main building, but she didn’t have a company keycard to access it. She couldn’t possibly exit through the same gate without being noticed by Jaydn. There were no exits within reach, but she could see one on the far right corner. Maybe she could make a run for it. But she could see Jaydn charging at her, and it was too late to try to run away without raising suspicion. Her stomach sank as she realised: she was trapped in the lobby.

The annoyed man was staring at her, expecting a response or apology. But when she just whipped around a few times, looking like she’d done one too many shrooms, he turned to leave.

‘Wait! Hold on!’ She grabbed his arm desperately, then lowered her voice. ‘Okay, I know I’m probably the last person you want to help right now, but I need you to pretend like you know me.’

‘What?’ The man looked utterly confused.

‘Just pretend like you know me!’

He raked his hands through his thick hair, getting more annoyed by the minute. ‘Hold on, is this some fake boyfriend romcom bullshit? Listen lady, I’ve seen enough of those—’

Rosa cut him off, ‘No! Ew!’ She quickly checked herself. ‘I mean, I’m sure any girl would be lucky to have you. Or guy.’ Although, he’d be wasted on a man, she thought, a flush creeping up her neck. Easily over six feet tall, with a pleasantly asymmetrical face and thick brown hair, the man had every right to be offended. But Rosa didn’t have the time to stroke his damn ego. Jaydn was less than twenty feet away. Rosa got straight to the point. ‘Listen, I’m desperate. Please, just pretend we’re colleagues. There’s someone here who can’t really know why I’m here and here she comes—Hey, Jaydn!’ Rosa greeted her as if she had just spotted her.  

‘The famous Rosa Álvarez! It’s so good to see you! I thought I lost you in the crowd. Didn’t you hear me earlier?’ Jaydn said as she gave her an awkward side-hug.

‘Earlier? When?’ Rosa frowned, looking utterly clueless. ‘I’m sorry I was in such a rush to meet my colleague.’ She turned to the tall man beside her, hoping to God he was on board.

A beat of silence passed between them, and Rosa held her breath, feeling about ready to pass out when—‘Samuel Jackson,’ he smiled politely, extending his hand.

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Audio excerpt read by @themariamccann

[petersbaby]

Chrissy X reader X Eddie

Part 2

Disclaimer that Chrissy is 18 years old

Warnings: threesome (sex), oral (both m and f receiving), cum eating

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On a Friday night, Chrissy was wondering as to how you were so sure he would be home.

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night, but it’s also Eddie. C’mon, what’s he gonna be doing?” You assure her, sounding a little mean in the process.

“No, I mean he HAS friends. They’re probably just…busy.” She just nods and smiles at you.

As your passenger princess, she gets to pick out the music most of the time in the car and will usually have her feet up on the dash, all small and pretty.

She just hummed along with the music until you arrived. When you did, you turn to her expectantly.

“Shoes, baby, put them on. We’re going inside again, maybe he’ll smoke with us for free like last time.”

“Hmm.” She says as if she’s deep in thought and you can’t help but giggle at how cute she is. She ends up putting her sneakers back on and walking up to the trailer door with you. When you knock this time, it took longer than usual for him to answer.

You didn’t just leave though, because he was obviously there. The van was in the driveway, so you knock harder and the door swings open.

“Jesus Christ, are you the cops or something? Knocking hard as fuck on my door.”

“You didn’t open it when I did it normally.”

He steps back again to let you in and he asks you what you need as you make the walk to his bedroom to where he keeps his stuff.

You tell him just weed still, regardless of whatever crazy drug he offers you, that you’ll just stick with weed. You didn’t really like him bringing up drugs like ketamine and shrooms around Chrissy.

She doesn’t know about that stuff and she’s a curious person so it’s better not to even let her think about it.

He puts his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I was just asking. It’s my job after all.” He turns around and produces your little baggie, handing it to you in exchange for the money.

“Thanks, eds. We’ll see you.” You start to walk out the door, assuming he wasn’t in the mood to hang out.

“Do you- you guys wanna watch a couple of movies or something? I mean, you drove all the way here…” you smile.

“I don’t know, will there be a joint involved?” You ask.

“You’re killing me, making me smoke out of my own supply. But sure, fine. Only for you.” Satisfied, you go over to his bed to sit down. You slip off your shoes and climb in, getting comfortable knowing you’d be here for at least a couple hours.

You pat the spot next to you as Chrissy stands awkwardly with her hands laced together. “C’mere, eds doesn’t mind us sitting in his bed. Do ya?” You ask the last part louder so he’d hear you.

“No, of course I don’t mind. Make yourself at home.” He says, over his shoulder as his back faces you while he rolls a couple of joints. Chrissy starts to get in bed next to you, but you have to remind her. “Shoes, baby. Take them off.”

“You just made me put them back on. Plus, this isn’t exactly the cleanest bed. I don’t think my shoes would make it much dirtier.” She comments, completely serious, making you laugh out loud.

“Hey! Those stains are- I don’t know what those stains are.” He responds.

He turns around to see you both ready, staring at his blank tv screen in anticipation.

He had already had a movie rented and ready when you got here, so there was no debate about what to watch.

He initially said a couple of movies, but he anticipated you’d leave before the second one was even over.

He settled down next to you both, flicking the lighter. The first smell of the smoke was a relief, such a relaxing and distinct aroma.

The movie playing was a horror movie, so chrissy is naturally being extra clingy (even more so than usual), hiding her face in your shoulders when she gets scared and making you hold her extra tight.

The joint had been finished, and you were all pretty high. Chrissy wanted to do more, wanted to make out, but you told her she’d have to wait til you guys left.

Conveniently, Eddie excused himself to go to the bathroom and she finds this to be a perfect chance, smushing her lips on yours as soon as he was out of the room.

You weren’t gonna stop her, you wanted to kiss her too. Really bad, so bad you didn’t realize it until it happened.

A couple of minutes go by, and your bodies are so close together they could become one and you’re kissing deeply.

When Eddie comes back to the room, he sees this and freezes.

He has no idea what to do, but he knows it’s probably wrong to just watch you creepily, so he takes a mental picture (he’s never gonna see his bed the same way again) and knocks on the bedroom door which was already partially open.

This startled you, and you pulled away from each other to set your eyes back to the screen even though you’d missed that last few minutes and so had he.

He returns to his spot from previously, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his lap as he lays back against the headboard. When you look over and notice this, you laugh.

“What’re you, hiding a boner or something??” You ask teasingly, and he didn’t respond. Just keeps his eyes on the tv, pretending he didn’t hear you.

In a swift movement, you reach over and yank the pillow off of him before he could stop you. Indeed, he has a boner, and it’s surprisingly big, not that you’d really given it THAT much thought.

“Oh my god, you WERE.”

His cheeks flush slightly as he tries to keep his composure. He feels awkward and maybe a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable. Can I have my pillow back now?” He asks.

“Who said we’d be uncomfortable?” You ask, looking at the girl next to you, who shrugs. She’s also turning just as red as Eddie, blushing too.

“You liked watching us?” You ask inquisitively.

“I-uhhh” he basically chokes on his words before they can come out.

The both of you were still high and touchy-feely. You were horny, you couldn’t speak for her but you guessed she would be too at that moment.

You move to slightly hover over her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She immediately returns it, making it deeper right away.

“Oh, fuck”, you hear in the background. You laugh a little, but continue regardless.

“I gotta be higher for this shit. Already feel like I’m dreaming anyway.” He said, reaching over to his bedside table where he had another one rolled, flicking the lighter once again and taking a hit.

Once you both smell it, you turn to him.

“Don’t let me stop you, by all means.” He says, jokingly.

“No, we want some more too. You gotta share.” You tell him, reaching for the lit joint in his fingers, but he pulls it away.

“And what do I get in return?”

“I’ll share her with you, she’ll share me with you.” Chrissy spoke, far bolder than her tone usually is. “It’s all fair.”

You looked over at her, smiling, then looked back at him. You were proud of her for speaking up, knowing what she wanted and expressing her desires and feelings.

“You heard her. That’s fair, more than fair I think.”

“Fuck, I wasn’t expecting you to actually give me anything in return, I was just joking.”

“Oh okay, then we were too.” You respond and you take a hit after snatching the joint from his hand and then passing it to her beside you.

“No, no. You can’t go back on that. In fact, I think I’ll remember that for the rest of my life.”

“You wanna fuck us, hm?” You ask with faux innocent eyes.

“Dear god. You’re gonna fucking kill me.” He huffs out, getting overwhelmed all over again and the hardness returning to his dick all at once.

“You want to?” You ask the girl beside you.

“Y-yeah. I just need affection and attention. I don’t care which one of you it is, but somebody touch me please.” She almost begged.

She acted so touch starved for someone who was attached to you at the hip all day every day. She’s just needy, it’s part of her cuteness.

“I’ll touch you, pretty girl, be patient.”

But you immediately oblige despite telling her to be patient, climbing on top of her once again and tugging her shirt off and removing your own right after.

You reach around her back to unhook her bra, gently pulling it off and tossing it to the side, starting to kiss down her neck and licking her nipples tenderly and taking your time with each. It was at this point where he realized he couldn’t take any more.

He had been palming at his erection for five minutes but he finally wanted to be in the mix instead of just a spectator.

He moves towards Chrissy, taking your place as he licks her body all over and takes her nipples into his mouth as well, one at a time. He tried to suckle on one, but chrissy yelps.

“You gotta be gentle with her. She’s sensitive, but I’m definitely not, in case you were wondering.” You tell Eddie. In a whirlwind, your lips were on his.

He takes the opportunity to wrap his hand around your throat and kiss you deeper, all while the other girl watched in wonder. It was incredibly arousing, she found out.

You moan into his mouth the tighter he squeezes, but you pull away to tell him to take his clothes off.

While he’s doing that, you finish undressing your girlfriend, pulling her skirt off and down her legs, then her panties too.

You kiss down from her navel, eventually getting near her core where you took extra time to kiss the skin of her inner thighs.

Once you got to her cunt, it was practically dripping. You immediately got to work, lapping up everything you could and eating her out with passion and determination to make her feel as good as possible.

You were interrupted when you felt the sting of cool hands on your skin and something hard poking against you from behind.

Wearing a skirt too, you tried to assist Eddie in pulling down your panties.

They were soaked and once off he slipped them under his mattress unashamedly to keep for later.

You hear the clanking sound of his belt buckle and then a zipper and he pulled down and kicked off his pants and boxers, returning to his position where his hard on pressed against your ass again but without barriers this time.

Still trying to focus on Chrissy, you couldn’t help but arch your back even further and try to push back on him and get some friction.

He groans as he pulls your skirt up to your hips and keeps it bunched there. You were practically begging, your body giving away how badly you wanted to feel him inside you.

“Fuck, okay”, he remarks to himself as he collects your slick and positions himself at your entrance. Even though you’d told him he didn’t have to be gentle with you, he was still going to easy.

Still only halfway in, you get impatient and grind back on him, sinking down on the rest of his cock, and he moans. There were no words in that space behind his eyes, brain working overtime to take this all in.

He grabs a hold of your ass cheeks, using them to his advantage to fuck you on his dick, hard.

You start to cry out at the pleasure, so much so that you can’t focus on chrissy in front of you.

You kept up the effort, but eventually couldn’t do anything but lay there and feel it. She decided to get up and shuffles over to Eddie, leaning in to kiss him on the lips for some attention.

They kiss sweetly as he pounds into you from behind with your face buried in his sheets. He runs one hand up and down the side of her body while the other rests still on your ass.

After a while, he frees both his hands to reach for yours, pinning your wrists behind you against your back. Chrissy sits back and touches herself desperately, just in your field of vision, though it was blurry.

With her other hand not on her pussy, she reaches to push your hair away from your face and trying her best to keep it so that you were able to see.

Your extra loud moans and cries signaled to him that he was doing something right, fucking you relentlessly until you couldn’t speak with words and more and you were cumming all around his dick when he repeatedly hit your sensitive spot.

It was magical, earth shattering. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. It lasted a while too, which you were eternally grateful for and never wanted it to end.

He groaned, throwing his head back, trying not to bust as you squeezed around him. “Eddie, oh my god, fuck”, you panted.

He releases your hands, allowing you to use what little body strength you had to change positions.

You move to be level with his cock, leaning down as Chrissy copies your movement and you both start sucking his dick at the same time.

You were basically making out with his dick in between your mouths, being licked and kissed from both sides by both of you.

Chrissy then takes him into her mouth completely, collecting and savoring the taste of you still on him.

You pulled her hair back into a makeshift pony tail in your hand, guiding her up and down his length as she hollows out her cheeks.

She looked so pretty like this, eyelashes resting on her cheeks while her eyes were fluttered shut and her pretty lips all around his big cock.

He didn’t say much of anything now, only guttural groans and near silent curses. He lets it go on for as long as he can, but has to stop you.

“That is the hottest thing over ever seen, but i can’t take anymore. Can’t finish yet, she still hasn’t.” He looks down at her, petting her head.

Her eyes light up even more, and you think back to when she told you a man has never cared enough to make her cum.

This was her lucky day, because Eddie had to make it even or else the job was not done.

“Can I fuck her?” He asks.

You laugh. It would only be fair considering she let him fuck you.

“Yeah, eds, fuck her good but be nice about it, alright? Gentle.” He nods as you help chrissy lay down on her back.

“You’re okay, right? You want this?” You ask her to confirm.

“Mhmm.” She responds.

You weren’t sure if she just innocently thought Eddie was cute and was just flirting for drugs or if she actually wanted to go so far as to fuck him.

“Words, please. I can get you off if you don’t want him to-“

“I want him to. Please.”

“Ah, fuck.” Eddie mumbles at this admission. He leans over her and slowly pushes himself in as you kiss her for a distraction.

He was definitely bigger than any guys she’s ever been with, so you knew it would probably sting.

She seemed to like it, though, starting to mewl and moan. He fucks her in a way that’s almost sweet. Not hard, not fast. He had listened to what you’d said.

She reached out her hand to you, and you take it in yours. She squeezes as she’s getting used to the feeling, then gradually loosens her grip.

When you noticed her noises change to be more high pitched, you reach down between them and rub her clit while he fucks her at the same time.

She doesn’t last long with this double stimulation at all, crying out your name instead of his as she came just by instinct, but Eddie didn’t mind.

After this, it was an impossible mission for Eddie not to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna paint your stomach, okay?”

She looked up at him with big eyes and nodded, a couple thrusts more and he pulled out quickly, spilling on her lower stomach and reaching up to her ribs some too.

Once he was recovering, you scooped up some of the liquid and put the wet fingers in her mouth, letting her taste.

“Good?” You ask, knowing it’s a nasty taste. You giggle as she gives you a “yuck” expression and go down to start licking it up off of her body. In the middle of putting his boxers back on, Eddie looks over at you while you do this.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans. You both giggle again, and you all helped each other find your respective articles of clothing.

“You stole my panties, didn’t you?” You ask out loud after not being able to find them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m sure they’re in here somewhere.” He says, feigning cluelessness.

“Fine, you can keep them. I want them back, though, when you’re done… ahem… using them.”

-

“So how was that?” You ask on the way back to your house. The drive so far had been silent.

“Amazing. It was so good.”

A few moments pass.

“Maybe we could like, make him our boyfriend. Is that a thing??” She giggles.

“I dunno, maybe… I have no idea.”

You excitedly drive home so that the two of you could cuddle up and talk about everything that went down.

[tlexx]

A TRIP Down Memory Lane (Josh x Reader x Jake)

mostly platonic relationship with the twins. Angsty Fluff?? Idk

Summary: You take shrooms with the twins. It brings up memories from the past that you shared with them.

Disclaimer: Drugs (shrooms/weed). I only write from my own experience of shrooms. Each person feels different when on them.

Part 2 Menu

It didn’t take you too much convincing. Josh told you stories about times he has taken shrooms before, it always seemed like an eye opening experience. Something that would connect you with your inner thoughts or however he vividly explained it last time. So now, Jake and Josh are sitting in your living room with a scale measuring out how many grams of mushrooms were needed to ensure a fun night. You couldn’t help the bouncing of your knee in response to the little bit of anxiety that was creeping up.

Reading you like a book, Jake asked “Y/N, you sure about this?” This caused Josh to place his focus on you instead of the scale on your wooden coffee table.

“Just-just tell me again.” You took a deep breath while raking your hands through your hair.

Josh smiled at you, along with a chuckle he stated, “I will make sure you’re safe. Jake will make sure you’re safe. I want to make sure you have a good time, so I won’t be taking a full dose.”

“I, in opposition to Josh, I will be taking a full dose. You need someone to go there with.” Jake had a mischievous smile wide across his face. This is how it has been since you were twelve years old. Josh would look out for you, with Jake pushing you to live a little more adventurous. The two switched roles every once in a while, but Josh never wanted you to be uncomfortable.He only pushed you when he knew you weren’t being fair to yourself. Like when he pushed you to try out for a solo in choir or try out for the highschool soccer team or pushed you to run for class historian your junior year.

You met the twins when you joined the soccer team Jake was playing on that fall. Karen had basically adopted you as her “triplet” when your mother left. She would take you to soccer games, show up to your winter concerts, and took you to get your junior prom dress (making sure Josh had a matching tie). Your dad tried, but he had to work more than forty-hours with the demands of his job. So, Karen basically had five kids. Especially, when your dad had to leave for an extended period of time and you stayed on an extra mattress in Ronnie’s room for a couple of months. You three were attached at the hip until their band got bigger and they started touring. Now, you waited for the times they would be home and you could revert back into your childish ways.

Josh gave you a wide-eyed look as Jake laughed at you. You knew you must have looked scared as you were staring at the mushrooms. “Okay, one last time. Are you sure?” Josh asked, placing a hand over yours.

“Yes. I want to try this. Especially with you two.” Jake and Josh just smiled at you when you said that. They both have traded off having crushes on you throughout their youth. Everytime they would discuss who’s turn it would be taking you to a dance or asking you to the movies. Neither one ever had enough courage to ask you out fully, but they kept a friendly battle to see who would get your attention first. You did the same thing yourself, going through phases of liking each of the boys. It wasn’t until senior year when you became privy to their little game. Both had decided to ask you to homecoming, big extravagant public proposals. You knew you wouldn’t ever be able to decide between the two, so you took an underclassman, Sam. It was actually a really fun night, getting to act like a fool not caring if your date would think you were a little weird.

“How do you want it? I can split this pizza with you, or you can have it as a tea.” You decided to take Jake up with splitting the pizza, knowing that the taste of the mushrooms would not be the most pleasant. Jake has referred to it as ‘packed dirt’ or ‘nastiest thing I have ever willingly put in my mouth.’ Josh could drink his tea slow to control how fast he fell down the rabbit hole, so he chose that.

Thirty minutes went by while you three waited for the pizza to get done and Josh’s tea to be strained and garnished. Jake was right, the taste of the mushrooms was not like the type you got on pasta or pizza from a chain. There was an earthiness that made you remember the time you were pushed during a soccer game and ate grass. Jake ended up getting a yellow card that day for tripping the same boy who pushed you.

“Okay, so you will probably start feeling it in like an hour.” Josh was looking at you intensely in the eye as he spoke. He wanted to see what your pupils looked like now, so he would notice the change when it all hit you. Jake was queuing up a playlist he made specifically for this occasion. To your surprise, he had everything from A$AP, to Jefferson Airplane, to Hozier, Fleet Foxes, and even slipped a few of their own songs onto it. He explained that he ‘needs to hear what it sounds like, when you can REALLY hear it.’ You had no clue what he met by that, but you would soon find out. Jake always was the one to curiate the playlist to fit every situation, he has made you thirty playlist over the years. He had an extensive music taste that he somewhat kept private for you. You think he might be afraid to show others songs or artists that don’t exactly fit his image.

“Good, good.” You already felt a little different, but that was likely from the blunt you three passed around while waiting for the pizza to bake. Josh adjusted the led lights while sipping on his tea. It was explained to you that lights and shapes will look completely different when you peak. You thought the led lights were a little fratish, but trusting the boys was the easiest thing you could do.

They gave you some rules to follow though too:

Avoid mirrors- it was cliché, but mirrors played tricks on you when you were tripping

Let yourself feel whatever you want- there would most likely be a time where you have a mood swing. If you want to cry, just cry.

Don’t go outside without him- this was Josh’s hard rule. He knew how much you liked to run when you were drunk, so he could assume you would bolt if you got the chance. But, he wanted to let you look at the stats, because that was his favorite thing to do when he peaked.

The next hour was spent just conversing about movies, your career, and other things to catch up on. You slowly felt it coming, it started as a fuzziness in your head. It took a little longer for you to respond to their questions and the lights gradually got brighter. Jake was the first to notice. He was feeling it too. You two were able to communicate without speaking, albeit this was not new, it felt like you could really hear him this time. Jake was excited to finally have this experience with you. He liked helping you through new things, it was like you needed him. You always leaned on Josh more when you had a breakup, or failed a test, or were missing your parents. But, Jake was always there. He waited for Josh to wipe your tears, then sprung into action. He would take you to get a sundae, or take you to a movie, or drink with you if that’s what you wanted. Jake only ever wanted to just see you smile, so he focused on that. He was going to make sure you had fun.

“Joshy,” Jake sang, “she is feeling it!” Jake bounced in his seat, looking more like Josh than himself. Jake was sitting on the love seat to your right and Josh was sitting left to you on your couch.

“Oh, shit okay. Y/N you good?” Josh was smiling, he felt a little euphoria but he would be chasing your and Jake’s high all night.

“This is fun.” It was all you could say as you focused on the red lights past Jake’s head. He was focused on you, your eyes brighter than he has ever seen. The lights mended with Jake’s hair, giving him hair like your favorite Disney princess. This was the beginning of a long night, and the twins were ready to help you through whatever you needed.

Two hours had passed, but to you it felt like four. Time was moving differently in the best way possible, you didn’t want this experience to stop. You were on the edge of your peak, your eyes darting around the room and finding shapes and pictures in random things around your living room. Josh and Jake were now standing in front of you asking you who was more likely to be able to fight a bear, a question Jake randomly proposed while he was sitting upside down on your love seat. You knew Josh was feeling something, but Jake had a mad hatter smile that indicated he was right on your level. Staring between the two you noticed how much they really look alike. You wondered what Josh would look like with Jake’s long hair, and how Jake would look like with Josh’s facial hair. Wondrously, the image was now in front of you. Jake had Josh’s mustache and Josh had wavy long hair past his collar bones.

“Woah.” Jake’s head tilted to the side in confusion of your declaration. Josh smiled big, knowing that you were too far gone to make any sense. “You two ARE twins.”

Josh claps his hands and laughs before saying, “You’ve known this for a while mama.” Jake was standing enthusiastically nodding his head yes at you. “You must be feelin’ pretty good.”

“Lay with me.” You were beginning to feel a little overwhelmed by all the sensations you were feeling. Time felt like it was going backwards, the music was going into your ears, and the lights breathed along with you. Pulling yourself onto the carpet, you stare at the ceiling. The movement of the lights begin to form waves, crashing into you as the rhythm of Where This Flower Blooms by Tyler, The Creator plays. Jake must have put this on the playlist just for you, you being the only one to occasionally enjoy rap and pop. Josh gently moves the coffee table out of his way, then both twins lay on either side of you. You could actually feel the electricity coming off of them. Seeing rays pulse off of both twins and bounce off of you.

Rule 2. Let yourself feel whatever you need to feel. You were encompassed with warmth from both boys, inside and out. They were radiating heat from the trip, but they also filled you with so much love that the same heat felt like it was coming out of your heart. Turning your head to look over to Jake, you meet his eyes. He was staring back at you, trying to read your mind. Jake wanted to know what was causing tears to form in your eyes. Jake’s concern made you fight the tears and turn to look at Josh instead. He had his eyes closed, moving his head slowly to the song. A small smile was placed on his lips. This was your Josh. This relaxed man who enjoyed every aspect of life. You have seen this look when you see him perform, but you also saw it when you both were 16 lying on the beach.

It was an extra hot day for Michigan, so you, Josh, Jake, and his girlfriend of the summer drove out to the lake. Jake had left with his girlfriend to go on a “walk,” knowing what his true intentions were caused you to grimace and Josh to laugh. You and Josh decided to just relax and sunbathe before getting back into the water. You and Josh spent everyday together since school let out. He invited you to do everything with him; go to the movies, gather props for his next short film, grab coffee while he writes, or even sit around at home doing nothing. You were there with him. He must have known how bad you needed him that summer, with your dad working more and your mom refusing to answer any call or letter you wrote to her. Josh looked perfect with tanned skin, his curls tied back, and that same serene smile. His eyes were closed, avoiding being blinded by the sun that was beating down on both of you.

“I can feel you staring”

“Oh, sorry.” You turn to lay onto your back.

“Never said you had to stop.” Josh was now looking at you, showing all his teeth in a wide smile. He looked beautiful, hell he always looked beautiful. He was your best friend for years and you needed him to get through everyday.

“I love you Josh.”

When the song changes rhythm, it brings you back. You no longer are laying in the sand at the beach, instead on the carpeted floor of your living room. Getting up fast was a mistake. You were standing between the boys, but your body felt like it was floating to the ceiling. You couldn’t feel your legs, but they were undoubtedly shaking. Jake and Josh both were propped up on their elbows looking at you. Jake spoke first, “Y/N, are you okay? Do you need us to get something?”

“Water? Food?” Josh added.

“Um, no I need to pee.” You rush to the bathroom as the twins in unison yell ‘NO MIRRORS.’

You repeated the warning of Rule 1 to yourself a couple of times as you entered the bathroom. But curiosity got the best of you. You peer at yourself in the mirror and see a void of yourself staring back. A moment goes by before the image starts smiling back at you. It is like a scene from Us. The thing in front of you was you, but you were not in control of its actions. A small scream escapes your lips as the thing’s eyes turn black and start twisting. Jake was on the other side of the door, he followed you to the bathroom because he knew you wouldn’t listen to their rule, you never really have. Jake opens the door then grabs your shoulders to force your eyes away from the mirror.

“What did we say?” Jake had a look of anger, but it was more rooted in complete worry for you. He has given you this look many times in the past decade of friendship. The worse when you were 15 after you showed up under his window drunk.

“Jake!” *clack* “Jake!!” It was 2 am and you were throwing rocks at Jake’s window. There was no way he was sleeping. He was always up late on the weekend. Even though you thought you were being quiet, your slurred yells could be heard three houses down. Jake rushed out the front door two minutes later, pulling a hoodie over his shirt as he did.

“Y/N! What are you doing? You are going to wake up my parents!” Jake was barefoot and he had gray pajama pants on. He looked cute. He always looked cute, but something about him being so disheveled made him less perfect, making his beauty more ingestible. His eyes follow your arm down to the Burnette’s Vodka bottle you were holding, he bought it last week. It was basically rubbing alcohol, but it was the cheapest you two could get. The lady at the gas station right outside of town never asked for ID, so you and Jake would take turns buying a bottle to split. You were swaying where you stood. He knew you must be very drunk, never really seeing you let yourself get this far. “Come on.”

Jake silently led you back to his room. He walked behind you on the steps with his arms around your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. Once you were in his room, you flopped down on his bed and buried your face into his pillow.

“She called.” His heart sank. You had had many talks with Jake and Josh about your mom. It was the hardest thing you had been through. Even from two states over she was able to take all the self-confidence you built and tear it down. She purposely would say things about your weight, your hair, or the lack of a boyfriend just to make you feel lesser. Jake didn’t know what to say so he just crawled into bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back as you cried slightly. He knew if his mom walked in there would be 100 and 10 questions, but you needed him and that’s all that mattered in the moment.

Ten minutes went by. Your breath was shallow, finding your way into sleep. Jake had a question that needed to be answered before he could let you fall asleep though. “Y/N. Why did you call my name and not Josh’s?”

“”Cause I love you Jake.”

“Y/N! Are you okay?” today’s Jake shakes your shoulders to get your attention.

“Yes! I still need to pee.” Jake’s facial expression changes into a smile as he laughs at your response.

“Man, you are feeling it pretty girl.”

Another two hours pass by, and you still haven’t felt a come down. All three of you spent the last two hours watching Tenacious D, as you needed something comedic to keep a good trip going. After the movie, you and Jake convinced Josh to let you lay in the background to look at the stars. Josh was reluctant at first, but your puppy dog eyes were his kryptonite. The three of you lay on an old tattered plaid blanket, Josh to your left, Jake to your right, just how you like it. With the assistance of the mushrooms, you all were able to identify constellations or shapes you believed were constellations in the clear sky above. It was something of a platonically romantic moment, something that would show up in a movie Josh was making you watch. Euphoria has always been associated with mushrooms, and you were finally understanding exactly what people meant. Your hands absently minded ran down the blanket underneath you. You barely noticed, but this also caused you to keep brushing the hands of each boy. Jake was fighting the urge to just grab your hand and hold it for the rest of the night, while Josh was allowing you to have your fun. Your finger gets caught in a hole by your right hip, causing you to fall into the memory of how it got there.

You were 12, the first time to sleepover with the twins. Kelly had built a small campfire in the backyard, allowing you to roast marshmallows and stay in the backyard later than normal. Ronnie was actually at a different friend’s slumber party, she invited you along, but you would rather spend time with Josh and Jake. Sam was wanting to go to bed, so Kelly and Karen took him inside to get him ready.

You, Josh, and Jake were sitting on a plaid blanket that came out of the back of their linen closet. Josh was putting his marshmallow too far into the fire causing it to engulf in flames. As Josh pulled the marshmallow out of the fire in a panic, you rushed off of the blanket. Jake, in his twelve year old logic, grabbed the stick from Josh’s hand and stuck the lit marshmallow into the blanket. You didn’t expect it to work, but somehow burnt marshmallow was just now a sticky mess on the blanket.

“I burnt a hole.” Jake said deadpan

“Mom is going to kill us.” Josh was a little more panicked, never wanting to upset Karen.

“And you two are idiots!” You cheered as you started to laugh. Jake and Josh gave you a look before sharing one between each other.

Jake dropped the stick before walking closer to you. “Close your eyes.”

“No. What-”

Josh echoed Jake, “Close your eyes, Y/N.” Both twins were less than an arm's reach away from you now. Feeling like you had little say in the matter, you did as you were told. As soon as your eyes were closed, you felt lips against yours. Your first kiss. But who? You tried to open your eyes to see who just kissed you, but a hand went over your eyes. Then another set of lips, a little drier than the last, gave you a small kiss. When you opened your eyes, both boys were equal distance from you. There was no way to know who kissed you when.

“What was that?” you asked, blushing.

“Well, we both wanted you as our first kiss.” Josh said with a shrug.

“And we both wanted to be your first kiss. So, we played rock, paper, scissors to decide.” Jake explained.

“So, who-who was my first kiss?” even when you were twelve you couldn’t pick between the two. You weren’t sure if you even really wanted an answer.

“We’re not telling,” they said in unison. Just as you were about to yell at the boys, Karen walked into the backyard.

“Why does it smell like something is burning?!”

The smell of fire brings you back to the reality of you laying in your backyard with both boys. You look over to Josh, he gives you a reassuring smile to remind you that he will always keep you safe. Looking over to Jake, he gives you a wide smile. He was telling you that he would always make sure your life was exciting.

Grabbing both of their hands, you say “I love you.”

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Hello!

I just read your Sapnap’s child Reader and was wondering if you could do a ‘what if’ scenario/reaction where reader got corrupted by The Egg? I won’t be forcing you, this was just something that has been lurking in my brain for quite a while!

𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

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Egg x reader //bad/puffy// !p !child reader

Pronouns used: they/them

Warnings: blood, death, egg, corruption

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“Bad where are we going?” The teenager asked as the two went down the crooked stairway. Normally they wouldn’t question bad, he was the most trustworthy person on the server! Someone they adored while growing up, who gave them little bakery treats every visit.

But this wasn’t him. No, this person had a pure white cloak with scathing white eyes. Even the smallest touch made you shiver and cower, your brain begging you to run as far as you could.

“Trust me my muffin, you’ll love this.” A visit to the smp land couldn’t hurt, right? Getting away from shroom town, the sweet aura and overbearing fathersA day to where they could relax at the bakery, play around with Micheal with Tommy.

They hadn’t expected to get rampaged by Punz, forcing them to meet bad near this weird staircase. “Just a little further.. Be careful! Don’t want you missing any steps.”

He led them into this adorning strange red room. There were vines hanging off the ceiling, crimson moss everywhere you stepped. Magma and lava sprawled around, as if the nether had crossed over into this very room.

“What is this?” Their head shot over to the man as they traced around the weird boulders. Looking ahead in the corner of this strange territory sat a large red egg like shape, everything about this place giving them bad vibes.

All that were racing through their mind was ‘run’, but something kept them standing exactly where they are. It was like an attraction dragging them closer and closer, an addicting feeling that they couldn’t hold back from.

ጎ ርልክ ኗጎሀቿ ሃዐሁዪ ዕቿቿየቿነፕ ዕቿነጎዪቿነ

I can give your deepest desires

ጋሁነፕ ዘቿረየ ጠቿ

Just help me

The voice continued to ring through their head drawing them closer, placing a hand and drawing it over the crimson egg. The vines felt as if they were encaptivating them, a surge running through them.

“Accept the Egg, Y/n.. There’s nothing to be afraid of! It can help you.”

In a sudden, everything went dark and a feeling of nesaue came washing over the young teenager.

They woke up in a haze, breath heavy as they sat up covered in a pile of vines. “Y/n? There you are, your awake.” Bad carefully walked towards them.

“It went dark! It-it felt as if someone was choking me.. and these voices were pounding!”

He soothingly traced over their back, calming the teenager bringing them closer to his chest. He used them as if it were a puppet on a string, not even considering the feelings of said child whom continued to weep in his arms.

“What did the egg tell you N/n?” He asked begging for the answer, dawning to make this process grow faster. A crimson colored set laying down in the corner, ready for them tonight.

“It wants blood bad.. A fire that I may only start.” Words started piling out of Y/ns mouth, their words not connecting to the screaming voice in their head. “It shall happen tonight! The banquet I informed you of.”

Their head perked up, a small smirk forming upon their face as he informed them of the plan. It felt dawnful to corrupt such a young being, one he had cared for and called a grandchild.

Yet this is how it’s been deemed

Its all for skeppy right? To get the love of his life back into his arms, the only friend he could every call for love. We do the craziest things for the people we care about, is what he continuously told himself.

As the hours passed by the preparations for the banquet have been set. Corsets had been tied and suits were polished and attired. Going around the room greeting everyone and catching up.

Things almost seemed perfect.

Bad and the rest of the egglings deemed them perfect for the job! Dear prime they were a natural at this, a saddened thing if you look further into it.

But the lava soon cascaded down, leaving the group stuck within its walls. The chests full of daggers and pre prepared armor previously cleared out, gasps were spread throughout the room.

“Not my son! Bad step away from foolish.” Puffy cried as the shark hybrid stood chained to the podium, feet sunk within bound to the floor.

Yet it has been done, as blood pooled out the body soon disintegrating. Somehow as techno and Quackity shortly arrived, the teenager was held dagger at throat. Tears cascaded down their tears as the knife slowly seeped in.

“I swear bad if you hurt anyone else I will slash their throat.” Puffy shouted, her voice seethed with pain as this violent act stand against everything she believes in. A friend, a child at her will.

“Do it.” Shock ran within the room as the painful words struck them all, and soon enough it all went blank. The only thing left to hear were the pleads of forgiveness.

𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

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I Crave Annihilation (P.3)

Title: I Crave Annihilation (Part Three) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mafia!Dark Tony Stark. Tony works for the reader’s very influential politician father moving guns and drugs. She starts flirting with him and he is returning the vibes. She moves into her own place out of her parent’s house and texts him to come save her from a house party. Smut ensues. Words: 3,069 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, HUGE age difference, angst, violence, infidelity, possessive behavior

Part Two || Part Four || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“He’s here,” your mother whispered in your ear as you rinsed the dishes from the counter.

You had gone immediately into the house instead of into the back yard, Gabriel following you inside. He had held out the food he had brought to her and she thanked him. The two of you got under her skin when you two got together at these things but she loved him deeply. He was one of your best friends still. He had walked off towards the liquor cabinet when your mum approached to whisper to you.

“I know,” you told her, not taking your eyes off the dishes.

“Have you seen him?”

“No. I came straight in here. Jackson went out there though. I’m sure Steve will be all too ready to point out to Tony who he is.”

Your mother looked at you worriedly, “Has Steve been bothering you?”

“No. I just know he’s keeping tabs.”

“’Keeping tabs’…” she muttered, shaking her head. “You cannot let him get back underneath your skin.”

“Mum, he’s always been under my skin. I feel I’ve just been trying to fill a void.” You noticed the way she was looking at you and you shrugged, “It’s why I don’t want to go out there. Because I’ll see him… And…”

She shook her head and said crossly, “I told you… I warned you.”

“Are you really going to blame me for feeling this way? You still ended up with dad.” She faltered and you said, “No, I put that together a long while ago. Dad is twelve years older than you!”

“That’s different.”

You reached forward and turned the water off, to stand up and face her fully. “That’s different? Then why did you bring it up that night when you found us?”

“He’s almost twenty years older than you!”

“And?”

“Don’t you love Jackson?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then why would you even entertain the idea?” she sounded exasperated.

“You and dad are more similar to me and him than you are giving me credit for.”

Your mum snapped, “No, I know that. You just have a chance with Jackson.”

“You seem perfectly fine,” you hissed back at her.

“Money softens the blow, Y/N. It doesn’t solve everything.”

“I’m sorry for you that you’ve been miserable for so long.”

“I’m not miserable.”

“You are sure sounding like it!”

“I just… Jackson is good. Jackson treats you like an equal! Yes, I’m happy with your father but I wish he would also treat me like I was his partner rather than just his wife. Jackson gives you that. Tony wouldn’t!”

You paused before asking, “Is that why you were gone all the time?”

“What?” she asked, giving you a shocked look.

“You were always gone. It was always just me and dad. Or me and the nanny.” She opened her mouth to say something but apparently she could not think of anything and she closed it again. You sighed, “It was always me and dad… you were always gone. On some trip. Just at a spa retreat. I never had you around until suddenly in my teens when you realized I had blossomed.”

“Because I had to protect you.” She sounded so self-righteous.

“And you did for years. From the sidelines. Since I was what, 14?” You straightened up seeing Gabriel was coming back from the other room and said quickly and quietly, “I’m going to steer clear of him as much as I can, mum. If that’s what you’re worried about. I do love Jackson.”

Gabriel said, “Mom, I found your favorite rum! Should we make daiquiris?”

Donning a perfect mask and pulling away from you, your mum said, “That sounds lovely, Gabriel.”

With a wink, Gabriel said, “That’s what I always try to be for you. You’re my favorite.”

“Suck up,” your mother teased, shooting another glance at you before walking away and following him to the blender. “There are strawberries in the fridge, love.”

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“Well, she’s here,” Steve said, before taking a long drag of his cigarette. “At least somewhere because Jacksons here.” He pointed in the general direction quick. Tony looked Jackson over and simpered. Steve smirked in return and said, “Yeah, that’s the competition.”

“He makes her happy though according to you which is pretty big competition,” Tony replied, bringing his own cigarette up to his lips and taking a long drag.

The two of them shut up as Bucky and Sam came back to the table. Bucky had been in prison with Tony as well as Thor and he had not had to confide to them about the relationship because Steve had been on the outside keeping an eye on Y/N for him. They fell back into conversation sans her for a while.

Then Y/N walked out with another guy. He drank her in slowly. She had aged, obviously. But she was still as gorgeous as ever. His eyes ran up her body, trailing over her short, high waisted shorts. He saw she was looking at him and she quickly looked away, turning her attention to the guy at her side again. Tony cocked his head, recognition coming on.

“Is that…” he said to Steve under his breath. Steve looked at Tony for an explanation and Tony said, “That guy from that bar. That one time.”

“Yep. Gabriel. They’ve been friends since college. You think Jackson is gonna be the problem to get her alone? No, it’s going to be Gabriel.” He stopped for a moment before chuckling and saying louder so Bucky and Sam could hear to not arouse suspicion about their whispering, “And Rebecca is already on them.”

“How do you mean?” Tony asked, watching Rebecca stop on a dime and turn back to stare them whispering between each other.

“They always get into trouble,” Steve explained. “One year, she asked Y/N to help her with the food and she was already too drunk to do it and she paid one of her friend’s to do it because her and Gabriel had already been day drinking. They took Molly another year. Gabriel fell off the table he was dancing on and rolled his ankle. Last year… they took some shrooms and disappeared for hours and Rebecca found them in the far back lying amongst the rocks, still high off their asses watching the stars.” He snorted seeing her point at the two of them threateningly. “Yet, she coddles the shit out of him and loves him to death. Look at them and their matching daiquiris.”

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He had sunglasses on but the way his head was pointed, you knew he was looking at you. Fuck. He had an undercut now, nice glasses, and his shirt unbuttoned, leaning back in the chair without a care. You made sure you did not linger too long on him before turning your eyes away. But you knew it had already been a couple seconds too long no matter how long it was because as soon as he had you in his sights, and he knew he had you, that was endgame.

Gabriel was there and tugged on your arm. He pulled you towards the covered area with the grills where your dad and Thor were cooking. He looked in his element, fresh out of prison and enjoying doing this again.

“I got some…” Gabriel caught your attention again. He gestured snorting and your eyebrows rose in response and he grinned. “When do you wanna?”

“I don’t know if we should though….” you said trailing off, shooting a quick look and finding Tony still watching you. You should be on your toes tonight… but maybe it would make it that much easier to just brush it off if something did happen…

“What? Come on! This is the perfect time! There’s a lot of people around and it’s not like—”

“What are you two whispering about?” your mum asked, startling the two of you. She saw you two jump too before looking at her and she leveled the two of you with a threatening glare. She was carrying a plate of cut vegetables in one hand, her drink in the other, obviously about to go put them out on one of the tables.

“Nothing, mum,” you and Gabriel said in unison.

“What?” you asked innocently when she was still silent after a couple moments.

“I don’t trust either of you. Not after last year.”

Right. The shrooms. And she had found the two of you lying between two of the rocks in the back part of the garden, giggling, half naked.

“I sincerely apologize for that. Still. Can I send you a third bouquet of orchids?” Gabriel said, giving her a curt bow, smiling sheepishly. He held up his drink at her in surrender.

Your mum’s mouth twitched ever so slightly, holding back a smile. She adored Gabriel but she did mean business. She did not want to babysit again this year. Her finger left her glass and she pointed between the two of you and said, “No funny business this year. Especially you, Y/N. Keep your head on straight.”

You held back a scowl at the comment. Gabriel looked confused for a moment and you said as she walked off, “She’s right. I should just stick to drinks.”

“Bitch, I—”

“I’ll do it with you next weekend, Promise! We should give her a break for one year.”

Gabriel groaned and took a long drink of his daiquiri. “Fine! I’ll go ask Jackson to share his bud. Buzzkill! Both of you!”

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In your old bedroom that you and Jackson were going to sleep in, you tore your shirt off and your swim suit top, tossing them carelessly on the bed. It was getting cold outside and you were ready to change into your pajamas and a sweatshirt. You heard the door open and close behind you as you reached for your pajama top. Without turning around, you said, “I thought you guys were going to stay in the hot tub for a little bit longer.”

“Your hair is different.”

Whipping around, holding your shirt up against your bare chest, you found Tony standing there, hands in his pockets. He was blocking your way to the door, looking confident as ever. Prison had only given him time to work out, as you could plainly see from his open shirt, and apparently had done nothing for his domineering personality. He was still bold as ever, showing up here in your room knowing you were changing when your husband was outside.

“Tony!” you hissed, mortified. “Get out!”

He smirked at your attempt to shield your nudeness from him. “I haven’t seen it in a very long time, but still, is there really any reason to be modest around me? I mean, I’ve been in every hole—”

“Shut up!” you told him furiously – embarrassed, really –, turning away from him, and throwing your shirt over your head. You heard him move and you turned back around quickly finding him closing the space between the two of you and you stood your ground. “You shouldn’t be in here!”

He cocked his head, his face scrunched in vexation. “So, you’ve only been teasing me all night?”

“’Teasing’? What are you going on about?” you said, trying to play dumb.

“Sweet pea, your sneaky glances and putting yourself in my line of sight did not go unnoticed. You’re not subtle, not to me. We played that game for years if you care to recall. Almost three to be exact. The only thing I regret is not going in for you sooner so we would’ve had more time together in the sack. I had a plethora of memories to dive into while I was incarcerated but shit, I would’ve enjoyed more.” He stepped closer and this time you did take a step back and you did not miss his fleeting amusement. He leaned in closer and said, “I know your games and your little tantalizing behaviors.”

The drunker you had gotten throughout the night, the more you found yourself slipping into your old ways. He was correct about that history between the two of you. That first night you had seen him when you were in the pool and since then, you had always tried to be in his sights and it had paid off for you. Tonight, you had found yourself drawn back, adjusting your swimsuit where you knew he could see and sitting in the chairs where he could keep his eye on you. It had been a conscious decision. You hated yourself for it, how much you craved him and his attention still. You were stuck between the life you currently were leading and being dragged back into your relationship with him. Stealing those glances to see if he was looking had only fueled the fire more because he had been watching you like a hawk. Every time you had looked his way, especially when it had gotten dark and his glasses had come off, you caught him always watching your movement. He had looked hungry, just like he looked now.

What your mother said came back to you then, remembering how Jackson treated you versus how she believed – and you knew deep down – Tony would. You hated you wanted Tony so badly and simultaneously craved the partnership you had with Jackson.

“I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea, but Tony, I’m married now,” you said, mustering more calm in your tone than you actually felt.

Tony looked tickled by that response and you gritted your teeth, knowing he was going to brush you off. And he did. “Yeah, I’m happy he was keeping you well and safe for me. You look amazing. I am beyond impressed.” He raised his hand, his hand ghosting down your side to grip at your waist. You tried to flinch away, but his other hand shot up and held you on your other side, preventing you from moving back. His thumbs caressed as he told you, “But you’re still mine, don’t act like you’ve forgotten.”

“You can’t just order me to divorce my husband!” you told him defensively.

“Who said anything about divorce so soon?” Tony chuckled. It was foreboding the way he said ‘so soon’. It was all too clear where he wanted this to go. “I was just starting out with the courteous approach of inserting myself into the situation. Letting it play out.”

God, you hated his ego but fuck if you were not responding in like. Still, you fought against it and tried to hide it. “’Courteous’. Cute, Tony.” You leaned in and said, “If you want tits and pussy, you can go on the Boulevard. It’s about twenty minutes away.”

You pushed his hands down away from you and started to turn away, to reach for your sweatshirt. But his grasp was tight on your arm, yanking you back roughly. You gasped as your noses brushed, before he let you go back a couple inches. You smelled the bourbon on his breath, something you used to relish in.

“I’m not fucking around, Y/N. You’re coming back to me,” he growled. He pulled away even more and looked at you disappointed. He shook his head slightly and said, “You didn’t even come visit.”

That cut deep, unexpected by you. He actually looked hurt.

“I couldn’t! You know I couldn’t leave the state without—”

His demeanor changed in the blink of an eye, again.

“No, this is where you zip it. Okay? The adult is talking,” Tony snapped, his fingers digging into your arm. He melted you right back down to the naïve girl you had been. “You’ve had your fun. Seven years of it actually while I was rotting away in a cell. I’m glad you got to make house and have good dick. And by glad, I mean I am monumentally fucking pissed off.” The words spit like venom. “I had to sit there day after day thinking about how you just threw it away, so easily. I was so disappointed in you, precious. How you could just leave me there like that, after all I did for you?”

Pitifully, you started, “Tony, you’re scaring—”

“Oh, don’t use that as an excuse! Don’t play victim! It’s not cute, Y/N. Stop wasting both our time. You know you want it as bad as I do. I get you feel guilty about your little husband but he was just a placeholder until I got back.” His eyes flashed and his hand left your arm, wrapping around your waist to hold you close. His eyes ran over your face and he leaned like he was going to kiss you and you blinked, watching him closely. He stopped himself at the last second though, running his tongue along his lips. His hand slipped down to your ass, cupping. “I want you around me so badly. So badly. I’ve dreamt about that cunt for years.” Your heart picked up pace. “I’ve dreamt about having you for so long, precious. Don’t deny me this. Not after everything I went through. Especially without you there for comfort.”

You were quiet, your lips parted in surprise, staring at him. His fingers flexed on your back after a few moments at your silence. His tone was firm when he told you, “You’re getting in that Uber with me. You understand me?”

An Uber? He was going to make you leave here?

“We can’t just leave. My mum—”

“Yeah, your mom is passed out. Or should be soon.”

“What? I--”

“She likes her daiquiris way too much and opioids.” Tony snorted and added with a laugh, “Giving you shit for having sex and she can’t even stay sober.” He got closer  again and said, “And your husband is way too high, he’s gonna pass out soon. I’m sure we can make a story up between now and whenever his ass wakes up. I have a lot of time to make up for, so the longer you stand in front of me like a fish gaping at me, the more time you wasted. I’m already ordering the ride as soon as I can take my hands off you.” He squeezed his hand once more on your ass before telling you, “What you craved in us you won’t find in him. If you did, you wouldn’t still be standing here.”

~~~

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[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S5 Ep 11. (The Voicemail Episode) -  5 things I loved/ 3 Things to Consider (potentially, spoilers)

Things I Loved:

1. I loved that Riverdale, this (formerly) teen show, was blatantly making a radical commentary about both religion and male violence, but in this sneaky way with a ‘silly’ looking trippy drugged-out music video.   The statement is this: Religion = Drugs = Righteous Violence of Young Men.   Marx said that religion is the opiate of the masses, and Riverdale answered, Nah, it's more like shrooms. 

And in fact, according to the show, being two sweet girls hanging out dancing and having fun is better than religion and righteous violence.  Further, violence is Archie’s drug.  I mean this is a set of pretty bold statements, people.  I will also add the crazy young man vigilantes of Riverdale making the Batman rope-slide entrance was fabulous, but I also liked that the music made fun of them, like, Y’all think you’re being heroic but this is so dumb.   

2. If you read my retread of Seasons 1 through 4  (the true ending, which was “Graduation”) you’ll know that I love scenes of Jughead Jones waking up from sleep.  He’s so good at it, and I don't know if my abiding interest in this specific thing elevates this to some sort of kink but  I’m ok with that, if it is. (Please tell me in the comments if Watching a Cute Boy Wake Up From Sleep is an actual kink.)  In this episode, Jughead is startled awake by a loud noise from a fevered sleep, and then becomes gradually more alarmed at the noises outside and I loved it. 

3. This is not an anti-man blog here, so I will try to tread carefully, but I mean, I absolutely loved that the women are so much better than the men at everything in this episode. 

Exhibit A:

Penelope’s cult is so much better than Edgar Evernever’s!  And she is being so honest - Penelope always emotionally worshiped her son, like a lot of misogynist mothers of sons do, and now she’s literally worshiping him.  Also a religion that is founded on a deceased person is much sturdier, I feel, than a religion that is like Worship Me (which is Edgar’s religion).  Plus Penelope is echoing what Jughead used to say about Jason - that his death laid bare the sins of Riverdale!   There’s robes in Penelope’s religion, colorful ones, singing and communion and imbibing from a magic goblet. (Can you tell I was raised Catholic? I still love statuary, robes and altars SO much).

Exhibit B:

 Tabitha and Betty are so much better than Jughead at everything, including getting high!  (Jughead is currently just so bad at life he can’t even get high correctly, poor lamb.)  They are better at taking care of their domestic lives and are appalled at how Jughead lives. Tabitha modeling openness and transparency for Betty was terrific:  She asks Betty for help and makes sure to  tell her, though it’s difficult, about that ‘don’t be such a Betty’ comment and the fact that Jughead made a pass at Tabitha, so that she can make her decision to participate with the full set of relevant facts.   Betty’s reaction of wtf?? followed by snorting and then moving right on - I like grown up Betty SO much. She knows it’s not true - they always had fun together, did Bughead, so she’s like, That’s a weird thing to say and then SHRUG.  

Exhibit C:

Even when burly men are in a violent confrontation in this episode, the mastermind for both teams is a woman - Veronica on one side, Darla on the other.  

4. I loved the two voicemails from Jughead.  Yes yes, of course I would because #Jughead Stan but also - hear me out! - because they rang so emotionally true for me, and showed the difference between still-adolescent Jughead and the now-more-adult Jughead. 

First, the one to Tabitha:  These mushrooms make people say & do what they really think, apparently, so Jughead hit on Tabitha because he’s really attracted to her, and his non-defensive, roll-with-punches adult-self apologizing in this abashed but not self-hating way, and the way he is still hopeful that he stands a chance, was lovely.  

The weepy, upset voicemail to Betty was expert fan service for the Jughead Stans, but it was thrilling for everyone else too if  the HUGE amount of chatter about it is anything to go by. (Not all thrills are pleasant).   I think it’s because there was a lot of truth packed into both his voicemail and her reaction (while high, but again, the mushrooms make you tell your truth).  

Truth 1:  It’s important to express yourself when you’re upset.  Otherwise it comes bursting out at the wrong time, like pus from a festering wound, in a way that helps no one and may hurt you the most.  Truth 2:  Having an ex hung up on you is no fun.   Truth 3: Being confronted with an utterance like, I regret THE ENTIRE time I’ve known you, can make you lose perspective, as in, Betty playing that voicemail isn’t a serve on anyone other than herself and Jughead, together, and that’s why the kind Tabitha won’t bring it up again. 

There is SO MUCH discourse about that word “bitch” and a lot of it is very well argued, but I feel no urge to pick a side. What *I* have to say about that is, Jughead using that word in that way with that tone definitively marked an end of Bughead 1.0.  If there’s going to be a Bughead 2.0, it’s going to have to be really different.  

5.   I love the character set ups for Reggie and Fangs. Fangs first - is this guy like the world’s most perfect ex boyfriend or what? Fangs is infinitely kind to Kevin.  And Reggie - he’s abused by his dad but he is also loyal to his dad, working for “a Lodge” which he doesn’t actually seem to like in the little that he says about it, to ‘pay off’ his Dad’s debt.   I like the adult that Reggie has become.  “This isn’t high school.”   His calm “Nah, the bad guys pay better” felt like a breath of fresh bracing cynical air but then the actor also managed to push my But I Can Fix Him buttons so kudos, to you, good sir.  

3 Things to Think About

a)Veronica is told it's the DIVORCE that is making Archie not want sex but please recall that the Riverdale High School is decimated and Archie is in the process of putting his genitals  - oops sorry - THE BUILDING back together.  He doesn't have a libido without the Riverdale High School building. I've been telling you.

b)Tabitha voluntarily enters into an agreement to lie (by omission) to Jughead about the manuscript handover to Jessica and the playing of the voicemail message. She doesn't know this yet but so far a rule of Riverdale is that you must not lie to Jughead or bad things happen. Interested to see if the rule still holds for Adult Jughead.

c) The show is very much doubling down on the fact that they think using other people’s lives as fiction is absolutely unforgivable.  Riverdale absolutely hates drug dealers (which is why the Serpents are alcohol runners, and kicked out drug dealers) and yet even though Jessica is totally a drug dealer that Betty Cooper fake-FBI knows is a drug dealer, AND  SHE NON CONSENSUALLY DRUGGED TWO WOMEN WHO SAID NO ALREADY, but the fact that she didn’t want her life used in a fictional outlet trumps literally everything.