#and it took a solid 2 minutes for me to explain that i was laughing at 'he does not fok smash my door'

[multific]

Modern Warfare Men and No Nut November - Preferences

Simon Riley, Johnny MacTavish, John Price, Kyle Garrick, König, Maxim Bale, Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Warnings: smut

Summary: In which both of you participate in the challenge. 

A/N: Yes, I know November is over but this was a request so here it is! I hope you all enjoy it!

Simon Riley

You suggested the idea of having no sex or any kind of act for a month. You two have been at it pretty much every day, sometimes many times during the day, so it came as the perfect idea.

You told him that it would make him want you more and vice versa. 

What you forgot is that Simon could be very patient. 

So much so, that he even said "Only a month?" before he shrugged and moved on.

What none of you expected is that the sexual tension and frustration would be too much to bear.

On day 27, he would be without a shirt and you would physically shake.

On day 28, you would wear a pair of jeans that just makes your ass look amazing, making him take a cold shower immediately.

On day 30, both of you had enough and you couldn't take it anymore.

To say you two destroyed each other's clothes would be a nice thing to say.

He never pounded you as hard as he did on that day. He never came as hard or as much as he did on that day. 

Johnny MacTavish

It was actually his idea, he heard from Simon that he and his wife were doing this challenge and Johnny wanted to try it out. 

You agreed, you really thought both of you had enough self-restraint to survive.

And in the beginning, it was okay. It seemed like you were doing good.

Until you weren't.

By the end of the month, you really wanted to at least take care of the 'problem' yourself.

But you couldn't.

As for Johnny, he was surprisingly well. He distracted himself and did many things around the house.

He even finished the porch that he started months before. He cleaned the garden and even began to build a new area in the garden for your dogs.

The fact that you didn't have sex, resulted in a very clean house.

But you both made it, and once the month ended, you two were at it again. 

The garden for the dogs? Forgotten.

But at least you both very finally satisfied again.

Kyle Garrick

When you suggested the idea, he actually had something similar in mind. So, you both agreed to go along with it.

And surprisingly, you both did amazingly well.

You two went out on many cute dates, never once making any sexual remarks.

It was easy, but it didn't mean you didn't miss it.

Kyle counted the last couple of days as if it was Christmas.

John Price

John would be up for the idea. But he would fail on the same day.

Seeing you preparing dinner, you happened to bend over to pick up something, and it was over. 

He had you bent over the table in a second.

Maxim Bale

It took you a solid 5 minutes to explain the entire thing. He didn't understand why you would want to do this, but when you explained that it could be exciting, he was down for it.

It was a long month for Maxim.

He was never a sex-crazed person but he did like his sex in the morning, so when you reminded him that you would rather not, he was a little offended. 

Just a little.

The month was a struggle more for you than him.

He could easily occupy himself by doing something with his car.

And there you were, watching him fix his car, covered in sweat, muscles on full display.

As soon as the month was over, you were all over him.

Alejandro Vargas

He would laugh when you tell him the idea. 

Him? Surviving a month without sex or anything?

Impossible.

He knew it, you knew it.

But if you insist, he will try his best.

2 days he would last.

Completely failing the entire challenge. 

But who could blame him?

He loved you and your body.

And just as he said: "How did you expect me to live without this perfect pussy tightening around me?"

König

In the beginning of your relationship, he never instigated sex.

It was always you making the first move.

But as he got more and more comfortable with you, he started to come out of his shell.

It got to a point where he had to stop himself.

So, a challenge like this would excite him. He wanted to see how long he would last.

But let's be fair, he would struggle.

Because once you find the person you love the most, the one you feel so good around you can finally be yourself. And then you put yourself through a challenge like this.... it is torture. 

Yet, somehow he would still pull through, although he is sure his balls would hurt more and more with each passing day.

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[lostgirlmuseum]

Stuck (2)gether

(image from Pinterest ^) Summary: A continuation of Stuck Together, Bucky deals with the aftermath of now knowing what it’s like to be so close to you. He misses it. He’s scared of it. He needs it.

Words: 2.7k

Warning: None I don’t think, just some fluff and an awkward Bucky. Oh and implied wet socks (DON'T WORRY, NOT EXPLICIT)

A/N: Yes I think im very funny with the title lol

Previously…

You wonder what you did to make him so revolted by you.

Little do you know, at that very moment, Bucky is resisting every urge to run back to you.

Bucky woke up the next morning feeling lost. Like there was something missing. Before his groggy brain could put it together, he saw his phone light up with a reminder that he was meeting Sam to go on a jog. He quickly got up and got dressed, trying to ignore that weird nagging feeling that a piece of him was gone.

Seeing as he lives on the fourth floor of the tower, he could’ve very easily taken the stairs to level one. It’s not like he got winded often. But something compelled him to take the elevator.

Right as the odd feeling had started to dissipate, the elevator doors opened. And there you were.

It all came crashing back to him. 

Fu-

“Oh, hey Buck.” You smiled.

“Hi.” He briefly considered not getting on. He could take the stairs. But there you stood, and he felt the urge to stand right next to you.

“What floor?” You asked.

He looked at the buttons. He saw “12” glow a faint yellow.

“Twelve.” 

“Oh, me too.” 

“Yes.”

Yes? What does that even mean? Just be cool Barnes. Be cool—

Your sweet voice interrupted his internal panic.

“Nice. With how hot it’s been lately, I figured I should take advantage of the pool.”

He finally noticed the towel you were carrying.

“Yeah, same.” He crossed his arms.

“You’re heading to the pool too?” 

“Yeah.”

“What are the chances?” You politely laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go swimming.”

“I swim.” 

Despite his horrible conversational skills, he doesn’t want this elevator ride to end.

“I don’t doubt it.” 

There came an awkward lull in the conversation. He felt guilty for not only lying about where he was headed, but even more so for his lack of interesting responses. The least he could do was be engaging.

Either you gave up on him, or you lost interest, because neither of you said another word as you exited the elevator, and walked down the hall into the pool room.

He stood and watched as you grabbed a chair and draped your towel over it. You two were the only ones there. He continued to watch as you took off your t-shirt and stepped out of your shorts, revealing a navy bathing suit underneath. You stacked your clothes neatly on the chair, and pulled your hair back. You ambled up to the edge of the pool and dipped your toe in. Then you turned around and saw him staring right back at you, unmoving.

“Where’s your swimsuit?” You tilted your head.

“Um.” He looked at you blankly for a solid three seconds. He realized there was a significant hitch in his plan. Could he make an excuse and just leave? Yes. Was he going to? No. Because all logic went out the window the minute the elevator doors opened and he saw you. He’s acting on the instinct to be near you, and not leave your side, no matter what. “I didn’t bring it.”

“Oh, I know what you’re doing.” You laughed.

Oh jeez. You’ve caught him. He’s mortified. He can’t even explain the feelings coursing through his veins, and yet you’ve already figured him out.

“Swimming fully clothed, yeah? I’ve heard it’s a good skill to learn, never know when you might be in a situation where you unexpectedly find yourself in a body of water, especially in our line of work.”

He nodded. 

You turned back to the water and took a step up on the diving block. You got in position and dove into the water, leaving Bucky with his jaw dropped at how you just found his excuse for him.

“You coming in, or what?” You called, wading in the pool.

“I’m here, sorry,” Bucky started his apologies to Sam the minute he found him waiting on a bench in the lobby.

“Man, where were you? I thought we were meeting for a run. And why the hell are you dripping?” 

“Sorry, I got held up.”

“Doing what? Did you forget to take your clothes off in the shower?”

“No.”

“Okay…” Sam looked Bucky up and down, taking in the way his shirt clung to his chest, the messy damp hair, and the literal puddle he stood in. “Buck, I’m waiting for an explanation on why you’re drenched.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Weird dude. You’re being weird. I mean, you’re always weird, but especially right now.”

“Are we running, or not?” He groaned.

“With those squeaky ass shoes? I’m thinking not.”

Around lunch time, Bucky had found you alone in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Your hair was still a bit damp from the pool earlier, but so was his. 

“Oh!” You jumped, “You snuck up on me!”

“Sorry,” he blushed. 

Next thing he knew, he was standing right beside you, behind the kitchen island. 

You seemed just as surprised at his proximity, he usually stayed a fair distance away from everyone. Minus Steve, maybe.

He mumbled something, searching your face.

“What?” You asked.

“Um, what are you making?”

“Just a sandwich.”

“What kind of sandwich?”

“I don’t know, I kinda grabbed whatever I could find from the fridge.”

He felt himself smile.

“What?” You laughed, noticing his weird reaction.

“You’ve got—” he paused, hesitating to bring his hand up, “here, I got it.” 

He brought his thumb to your left cheekbone, carefully wiping away a smudge of mustard you had managed.

“Oh,” you giggled. But he didn’t take his hand away. He just let it lightly hover, looking wistfully from his hand by your cheek to your glittering eyes.

“Is that sandwich for me?” Tony’s voice penetrated the bubble Bucky had found himself in. 

Immediately, Bucky brought his arms to his sides and stepped away from you, backing up a ridiculous five feet.

He saw a glimpse of hurt and confusion on your face, but it quickly dissipated into a teasing smile.

“Sorry Iron Man, but this sandwich is mine.” You crossed your arms.

“Well, this kitchen is mine. My kitchen, my rules, yeah?”

“Alright, just take the sandwich.”

“Is that yellow or Dijon mustard I see on it?”

“Yellow.”

“Damn. I prefer Dijon.” Tony quipped back.

Bucky did what he did best, standing and watching from afar.

Tony glanced over at him and back at you. The man leaned over the counter.

“Come here.” He gestured for you to lean in.

You gave him a suspicious look but stepped closer, leaning over the island.

Tony brought his hand up to where Bucky had just had his, and swiped.

“Weird, I thought I saw a smudge of something.�� Tony teased, looking back over at Bucky.

Bucky felt his cheeks flush. Damn Stark, and having to ruin everything. Bucky didn’t care how you responded, he suddenly felt the urge to get the hell out. 

“Buck–” he heard you start to call, but he was already half-way out the door.

Bucky was laying face down on his bed when he heard the knock at his door.

“Who is it?” He grumbled.

There was no response.

“Hello?”

Begrudgingly, he rolled out of bed and opened the door. No one was there. He looked down and finally noticed the note at his feet. He glanced down the empty hallway before picking up the small paper and going back into his room.

“Meet me in my room in 5 minutes. Go ahead in, I’ll be there soon.

                        From, Y/N”

His heart started to race. 

You were inviting him into your room? Your space. God, this has got to be a dream. Finally, he can be close to you and not worry about anyone interrupting. His head was so clouded with the anticipation of you that he didn’t even think to wonder what you wanted to meet him for. Or why you felt the need to put it in a note.

You said to meet in five minutes, but he couldn’t help himself. He left immediately for your room and was three minutes early. He tugged at his hair for a minute, and rocked on his heels. He couldn’t take it. What’s two minutes?

He knocked on your door and it creaked open. 

He let himself in, like you asked, and nearly sat on the edge of your bed, but thought it too intimate, opting for your cozy chair in the corner. It smelled like you. 

Soon after, he heard steps coming down the hall and closer to your door.

He tried to keep his body still, but he wanted to meet you halfway. He’d never felt so impatient.

The door slowly started to open…

Bucky blanched. 

“Peter?” 

“I’m really sorry about this Sergeant Barnes.” The kid gave him apologetic eyes.

“Sorry about w—” Bucky didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, Peter shot two webs, both landing perfectly in place where Bucky’s arms rested on the chair.

“Mr. Starks orders.” Peter burst out, right before making his quick exit out the door.

Before Bucky could even start to badger the kid, two faces appeared in the doorway.

“Stark! What the fuck is going on?!” Bucky yelled, and turned his attention to the other body. “Wilson, I swear to fucking god—”

“Cool it Tin Man, this is for your own good,” Tony started, “this way you have to confront your feelings for Y/N.”

“I don’t have feelings for—” Bucky started to bark back, but Sam interrupted from the doorway.

“Don’t lie, Buck, I talked to Y/N earlier. You were late because you went swimming, fully clothed, just to be near her. That’s crazy!”

“Psychotic, really,” Tony added. 

“Desperate, is what it is.” Sam pointed. “Sorry to do this to you, really, but it’s for your own good. And hers too.”

The men started to close the door, and Bucky seethed, “Don’t you dare, I will kill you both!”

He was seeing red.

Stark's muffled remark came behind the door.

“Good luck, we’re rooting for you!”

“STARRRRKK—”

He tried thrashing, but it was useless. He was feeling murderous. The chair bumped onto the ground as he repeatedly attempted to stand up and free his wrists from their confines.

But his anger swiftly turned to panic the second he sensed footsteps and heard your light humming nearing the door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered, willing the web to dissolve.

But it was too late. You opened the door, and spotted him immediately.

“Wha—Bucky?”

“Hey, hi, yeah,”

“Are you alright?” You asked, looking around the room for any other unusual signs. “What are you doing here? Is that Peter’s web?”

“You see, I can explain,” he started, already breathless.

“Okay…” 

“Um, I got a note from you saying to meet you in your room, and so that’s why I’m here. Obviously, you didn’t write it, but I didn’t know that at the time so I let myself in, but then Parker popped out of nowhere, webbed me to the chair, and then Stark and Sam appeared and said stuff and essentially this is all an elaborate prank on behalf of them.”

You just looked at him.

“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy, I get it, it sounds unbelievable, but I swear to god that is what happened.”

“Relax, Bucky, I believe you. I just don’t get the joke.” You crossed your arms, lost in thought.

“They’re twisted, who knows what they are ever thinking.”

“I just don’t understand why they’d do this.”

“I don’t know, they wanted us to talk, it’s stupid.” He rolled his eyes.

“Talk? About what?”

Bucky didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to. A look of realization and a twinge of shame crossed your face.

“Oh, is this about the other day? Bucky, I’m really sorry. I was just trying to help you get the web off, I didn’t know I’d get stuck to you. I’m really, really, sorry, I never would have done it if I’d known. I know you value your space, and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I apologize.”

Bucky started to sputter, not even sure how to correct how wrong you were.

“Oh my gosh! And now you’re trapped in my room, it’s happening again. I’m sorry, you probably want to be as far away as possible from me right now. I’ll go find the web dissolver, I’ll give you space,”

“No, I don’t want space.” He blurted. Well, no going back now. “I want to be…close to you.” He whispered, ducking his head in humiliation.

You simply shook your head, not understanding.

“I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing. Ever since we got stuck together, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being close to you. I don’t know what’s happened to me, maybe it’s just that I haven’t been so close to another person in so long, or something else is wrong with me. I see you and I’m itching to be closer. It’s like when the web dissolved a magnet took its place. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Why do you assume I don’t feel the same way?”

“You—” Bucky blinked, “you what?”

“Maybe I like being close to you too? Maybe I’m embarrassed because you started to run away from me?”

“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry, it’s just a new feeling for me and I don’t completely understand it, and I don’t want Stark making me feel like a fool.” He hung his head. “Which he’s doing a really good job of right now.”

“Forget Stark, he can be a raging asshole.” You spotted the way he was struggling against the restraints. “Let me make a quick call, and then we can continue this conversation.”

You quickly picked up your phone, tapped around, and held the phone to your ear. It rung three times before someone answered.

“Peter?… No, I’m not angry…Yes, I am disappointed...Just bring the web solution…No, he won’t kill you…Yes, I promise…Okay, hurry.”

You hung up and turned your attention back to Bucky.

“So, you like me?”

He felt his cheeks warm. 

“I mean… yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, Bucky.” You smiled.

A minute or two later Peter knocked on the door, and peeked his head in with the formula.

“Please don’t be disappointed in me. I was just listening to Mr. Stark.” He begged you, his eyes wide looking into yours.

“Fine, I’m not disappointed.” You relented, always merciful. “But let this be a lesson in establishing boundaries. And I think I need to have a chat with Tony about taking advantage of you.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He sighed, handing you the bottle and rag.

“But, I think you owe someone else an apology.”

Peter looked Bucky in the eyes for the first time since the door opened. 

“I’m really sorry Sergeant Barnes. That wasn’t cool of me. It won’t happen again.”

“Whatever, just get outta here, kid.” He gave a small wave of his hand, which looked a bit awkward considering his forearms were still glued down.

That was pretty much as close as Bucky could get to accepting an apology.

Peter scurried off and you got to work on freeing Bucky.

Bucky was snuggled against you on the couch. He squeezed you tight, his big arms wrapped around your body. He had his head resting on your chest, and you were rubbing small circles on his back.

You had both been there for nearly an hour, unmoving from your spot.

Bucky heard you mumble a stern, “Behave,” to Tony when he walked in. Knowing he was defeated, he put his arms up in protest and walked on by without a single quip. Truly a feat for Iron Man.

He couldn’t be happier, being so close to your warmth.

Bucky didn’t know a lot of things. Like why he wasn’t dead yet, how Tony Stark could be such a pain, and what the hell is flan? But he did know one thing. That being close to you was the most perfect thing. It just feels right. You feel right. And he’s elated to know that there are a million more cuddles to come.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope this lived up to the first part, or at least was somewhat close? I hope you have a wonderful day, and let me know what you think!

[momo-de-avis]

My clients today were supposed to be a group of 5. 2 people show up 45 minutes late, looking like utter shit. No shade, they were extremely nice and kind but this was the worst case of jet lag I've ever seen. They were dragging themselves across a city that is already hilly enough that they took deep breaths before even looking up. They had to take a rest after taking the elevator. And top it all off with a 32° heat, they were melting away. I cut the tour down to one third and it still took me three hours. And not only were these poor souls absolutely perishing at the slightest ray of sunshine, dry heaving their way up Alfama, we finally take an elevator to enter the neighbourhood and the downstairs gate is locked cause some kids fucked it up and dipped. There's an old guy there fingering the shit out of this lock, because by now he's figured out what's wrong but he's on the other side and can't quite do it from where he is standing, and to get on our side means he has to climb up the street, climb up the stairs, go down a street, go down another set of stairs, AND THEN take the elevator down. The lady is pretty cool with this arrangment cause at least she gets to sit down in a cool space. When the old man shows back up he just inserts one finger into that lock and bam, unlocked it instantly.

So now we're near the end, but since usually the information about Alfama I give on the tour starts halfway across the city (literally in Carmo overlooking the hill), I now realise I promised this lady I'd explain to her the history of moorish presence in the country and have to start infodumping. My brain is going 250km/h, I'm over there shoting words that somehow make sense together, going from the 8th to the 20th century in the span of one street. Everything is condensed. It's canned history, I'm speedrunning this shit.

Now at this point I'd had three different ideas where to end the tour, but none of them work clearly cause they're not doing well. I'm starting to think they're getting back to the hotel laying down in a yellow car. The slightest inclination makes their heart race. They're sweating like a fountain. I need to keep going down. I tell them, listen, we are VERY close to Commerce Square, it's right there, where that yellow building is (and point at it). The lady sits down and goes, nah I can't, I can't keep up. I call it quits. We have been defeated. The first victim of Lisbon's heat and hills take the tumble. They're getting back on a black and green car, after all. Admit defeat. I just tell them I'm calling them a taxi. 5 mins later they're tipping me and thanking me for my patience.

All this because they'd just landed and booked a ton of tours right out the plane. I offered myself to go back the following day and do it in the morning but they were fully booked. Moral of the story here is: never book anything for the day of your arrival. Always book for the following day.

They survived and they're fine. They were actually pretty great and we had a solid laugh over this.

[xxx-inhibitionless-xxx]

Chapter 67 : Day Three ( Chad & Brad’s Afternoon part 2 )

 They had agreed that they definitely did not want anyone finding them there in their current state of undress. They managed to get Chad’s door opened and out of the car, dropping down to the muddy puddle filling up at the bottom of the crater Brad’s car was currently sitting in.

 The water that continued to erupt from the pipe that had burst was freezing and the walls of the crater they had fallen into were turning to mud as a result of the water spraying everywhere, making it incredibly difficult for the two of them to climb out. They slid down the slippery steep slopes of the pit several times, landing in the muddy puddle at the bottom.

 Brad eventually managed to toss Chad to the top where he was able to then lend Brad a hand in climbing out. By the time they were both back on solid ground at the top of the crater, they were completely covered in mud from head to toe. Chad immediately burst into laughter at the sight of the mud-covered Brad.

 What are you laughing at, Brad asked with more anger than he intended, what the hell is so funny ?

 You, Chad answered not taking any notice of Brad’s hostility, you look like a wild-man.

 Appreciative of the fact that Chad either hadn’t noticed his hostility or wasn’t offended by it, Brad realized what Chad was talking about as he looked himself over. Before he could suggest that they maybe try and use the water to rinse off some of the mud, Brad got a glimpse of Chad acting like a wild monkey-man hopping around waving his arms and burst out laughing himself.

 They laughed so hard at each other, they ended up literally rolling on the ground. By the time they recovered, the water had stopped erupting out of the puddle which had filled the crater to above the rear wheel of the car. Without the fountain of water, there was no way to rinse off other than the pool at the bottom of the pit, which Brad had decided they were not going to try and utilize lest they get stuck down there again and not able to climb out.

 Who the hell puts a damn hole in the middle of the road anyway, Brad asked as they got their bearings and examined their surroundings. I mean seriously, why is this even here ?

  As Chad surveyed the road they had come from and the surrounding woods, Brad took a closer look at his car and it’s situation. They had intended to back-up into the access road and turn around. From what Brad could make out, someone had dug a pit right at the mouth of the access road and covered the hole with a thin sheet of wood. Brad guessed that the pit was to get access to the water pipe they had landed on and busted.

 Brad’s car sat nearly vertical in the pit up to the door hinges. The driver’s side was about flush with the side of the pit, but luckily the passenger side had enough leeway that they had been able to open that door enough to get out. There was definitely, however, no way that the car was going to get out of the pit without the assistance of a winch or tow-truck.

 Dude, Chad put his hand on Brad’s shoulder, come on, we’ll have to deal with the car later. Right now, we need to get out of here.

 Yeah, Brad sighed in resignation, I know. I’m just so dead. My Dad is going to literally kill me. How am I even going to explain this ? Oh, hey dad, Brad pretended to address his father, yeah, me and a buddy were out driving naked and I backed into a pit. Yeah, he said addressing Chad, that is going to go over really well.

 Look, Chad assured his friend, let’s not worry about that right now, let’s concentrate on the naked part and get out of sight. Surely someone heard all the commotion and will be coming down the road any minute. We need to not be here when they do.

 I know, Brad agreed reluctantly, I know. Alright, where are we going to go ?

 We’ll follow the access road a bit, then cut through the woods to the house. Maybe we can sneak in with everyone coming to check out what happened.

 Accepting that it wasn’t a bad idea at all, Brad extended his arm and addressed Chad, alright mud man, lead the way.

[marygodwin-bsd]

Rating members of the ADA based on nothing but my own vibes (I haven't seen all of season 3)

I'll post a part 2 with the port mafia and a part 3 with the guild

Dazai Osamu

8/10 for looks. 4/10 for the chuuya abuse. 6/10 for the fact everytime i hear his english voice it reminds me of hendrickson from SDS bc that is the VA. overall 7/10 character but I would not wanna be his friend in real life. follow his instagram at most.

Kunikida Doppo

Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW hotness 10/10, 6/10 for the possible terrorist backstory that would be oh so fantastic character building, 8/10 for the fact i ALSO happen to be overly obsessed with my own schedule, 4/10 for the fact someone called his hair a deceased pikachu wig and I laughed, 7/10 for the fact his english VA is Griamore from sds and that was weird for a few scenes. OVERALL 9/10 solid gold good man deserves a white picket dream (the remaining 1/10 is for the fact they couldnt help themselves with his spiky hair sticking out, so now it is effectively a mullet instead of just long hair)

Rampo Edogawa

7/10 on looks in general i have no strong opinions about his ensemble except that he looks like a lil detective and the IRL Rampo wrote "Boy Detectives Club" and i think its adorable. 8/10 for the fact his brain is awesome and the cockiness. 7/10 for the rivalry with poe because i like it but i havent seen enough of it to be super into their thing yet overall 7/10 I dont have much to say hes just a good boy

Yosano Akiko

5/10 for the design im sorry i hate that the skirt is that low she can have a long skirt but it looks way awk at the hips though that may just be because the skirt goes out instead of just downward like a maxi. the gold hair clip is good i like it. 9/10 for the way she snatched that mans hand and almost took it off, 7/10 for the scenes that make this anime look way sus to my parents (YOU KNOW WHICH ONES I MEAN!) overall 8/10 for everything except that damn skirt

Kenji Miyazawa

Team baby!! 10/10 for team baby and YES hes the team baby even though kyouka is ALSO the team baby but i'll get to that. 8/10 for being Finny from Black Butler without my issues from black butler. 7/10 for his morals on cows. 8/10 for his everything about his personality. im not rating on attractiveness bc he is fourteen >:1 idk why i wasted y'alls time explaining hes 10/10 for team baby

Kyouka Izumi

Ok she was going to be the team baby but then i reevaluated and decided no shes just ATSUSHI'S BABY. 8/10 for how adorable her jellyfish cut is. 10/10 for sad backstory. 6/10 for the fact people ship her with atsushi and the show seems to lean that way as well (I was so happy when Lucy arrived for this reason). 7/10 overall for second team baby

Atsushi Nakajima

6/10 for the fact my phone always autocorrects him to At Sushi. 7/10 for that haircut. 10/10 for awful father figure. 9/10 for the headcannon about his parents engaging in cannibalism that sounded so in-line with the show i thought it was real and not a headcannon. I'm sorry 6/10 for the fact the va uses the same voice for atsushi that he uses for Harlequin in SDS and it trips me up. 8/10 for the fact his eyes cant decide what color to be. 7/10 for the fact it feels weird to see smut with him in it because he is also, effectively, team baby.

These two

This poor guy got NERFED by his own story bro this author wasn't into all this.... sister stuff... but apparently his book character was! Gimme a minute to yak anyways designs are 7/10 pretty basic but do their job effectively and Naomi's appearance actually supports the headcannon shes not real and shes just a product of his ability which i like. The sibling... "relationship" gets 0/10 for EW but kunikida gets 10/10 for telling atsushi to ignore it but then still yelling at them after he gets 7/10 for his general personality, honestly if his devotion to his sister wasnt related to the weird incest stuff i would find it a really great plot device (being devoted to protecting and taking care of your only family left) overall naomi gets 6/10 for being okay and looking properly suited for her environment unless shes around Junchiro Junchiro gets 8/10 for having a sick matrix ability and looking basic but not boring

Fukuzawa Yukichi

GOOD OL' CAT LOVING GRANDPA HIMSELF. 3/10 for the fact he knows mori, 10/10 for how he looks after everyone. also 7/10 for the fact im realizing how kunikidas hairstyle might be because he is COPYING FUKUZAWA... anyways. I don't personally find him all that attractive but to be fair he doesn't show up a lot? 8/10 for being a badass. 9/10 because I feel sad that he didnt get to pet the kitty in Wan. Overall, 8/10

Pt 2 will go here Pt 3 will go here pt 4 is here

[esta-elavaris]

I need to tell you guys what happened today bc I laughed til I fckn cried.

My aunt's ex husband considers himself an electrician (and a carpenter, and a plumber). He does all of these things badly, and whatever money might've been saved by letting him do these things is immediately lost tenfold paying people to fix what he fucked up.

Last week he fucked with an electrical socket here, it ended up burning out, we lost power for half a day, and at mine and my brother's urging, my grandparents called an electrician round to have a look at it so it doesn't cause a house fire.

We're told the guy will turn up at 2. Bang on 2 o'clock, there's a knock at the front door. I'm listening to this interaction from another room as my grandfather answered the door. Guy greets him with "hello, neighbour!" - kinda weird, but whatever, I'm also socially awkward, it is what it is.

My granda goes "come in, son, and I'll explain to you what's happened" -- guy immediately goes "talk to me" and follows him inside, allowing him and my grandmother to show him around the electrical socket that caused the problem, another that was flagged as a risk by the last electrician here who fixed the power outage, and then all of the switches that turn the mains on and off, humming and nodding along as they explain everything.

Guy then goes "I don't really know too much about it, so I might need to get somebody in who knows about electrics". I'm in the other room thinking "lmao wat, how r u an electrician then lad", and there's a brief pause as you can tell my grandparents are wondering how to even take that. During this pause, the guy goes "oh, there's my parcel there!" - talking about a parcel that had been left here for a neighbour a few doors down earlier on.

As he says that, there's a knock at the door. The electrician has arrived.

The original guy was the son of the neighbour (my grandparents know her, but have not met him, which is why they didn't realise who he was), came here to pick up a parcel, and just happily completely rolled with it when they took him inside and started showing him electrical outlets and describing the problems they've been having.

By this point, I am doubled over, I am crying, I cannot breathe - my brother runs into my room to see if I've heard it, also crying, also doubled over, also unable to breath for a solid 10+ minutes. The story produces the same effect in the actual electrician, as they let him in and tell him what just happened. Happily he does know quite a bit about electrics and fixes the problem.

An actual fuckign sitcom moment. I thought I was going to need an ambulance.

[etrangersvoyageant]

Rewire, day 1

I went back to Rewire festival again. Read more after the drop. Also, because I had no time to post about Bandcamp Friday yesterday, all links refer to the artists’ albums I’d recommend.

The evening started early with a queue. The festival is sold out, so you might as well come early, right? After zoning in and out before getting my wristband, I headed to Carl Gari & Abdullah Miniawy. This collaboration is 10 years old now and it’s their second appearance at the festival.

There’s no change in the set-up. The guys of Carl Gari are a little in the back while Miniaway stands center stage with 2 microphones. One to sing into and the other to occasionally plays his trumpet. The music is dark, at times brooding, Miniaway sings, chants and works the crowd. A good example of the latter is he final track where he makes them shout along, creating an atmosphere of disciplinary order. So, a solid set to start with.

I’m in no rush, so I wait for those guys to show their faces in the lobby. In the meantime, I grab a couple of songs of Julia Holter. First, I chat with one of the Jonas’s, then later with Abdullah. I had spoken him and the Gari guys at the festival 2 years ago. Anyway, we catch up a bit and talk about the performance – I tell Abdullah there wasn’t enough trumpet, he laughs and agrees, explaining it was their first gig of the year and they had to get reacquainted – among other things.

Next, I take a 10-minute walk to get to Mizu. She’s a cellist whose album Distant Intervals surprised me last year. And live she doesn’t disappoint either. Next to playing the cello, the performance is enriched with interpretative dance and light. Especially the second appears to really sets the mood. When the room turns green, thunder is heard, followed by dark blue to accompany rain. White and yellow light are for rebirth and Mizu rises back to her feet as the room turns red and an array of beats crash down. All in all, it was an amazing performance, making Friday a success.

After her performance, I took a breather and got the chance to have a chat with her. We talked about her work and some life things (like the importance of change and being able to adapt). Absolute lovely person. Finally, I wished her a safe trip back home and headed outside again.

Aisha Devi was next on the list, but it was still early. So instead, I checked out Tadleeh for a bit. I mostly witnessed her building up her soundscape… Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay longer, because I really wanted to see Devi.

Like Gari & Miniaway, Devi is also a returning performer. The first time was epic, as she tore up the basement of a techno haunt. This time she got a bigger venue. Flanked by waving flags (courtesy of multiple fans), Devi played last year’s Death Is Home album plus some oldies I think. It was amazing, it was loud and it was danceable. Devi is a conjuror of sonic spirits, perhaps even an exorcist, as she swayed behind her laptop, setting the crowd in motion. Often she left the table and went to the edge of the stage to sing or say something. Maybe (read: it’s clear) I was too close to the speakers, but I missed out on most of her words. Some of the howls did pull through, if only because I could imagine them joining the beats.

After, I wandered a bit. 33EMBW’s room was full and I think the same went for Maxime Denuc (people were standing outside). I doubted too long and only caught a snippet of Anni Nöps & Casimir Geelhoed, who had turned their room into pandemonium by the sound of it. So, I called it a night.

[ephemeralsx]

my favourite funny moments of a court of frost and starlight

„Thanks, brother.” Cassian’s crooked grin was bright. “It’s an honor, my lord.“

Acofas C. 2

„Let Bryaxis enjoy the Solstice as well,” I said. A rare smile curled Az’s mouth. “Generous of you.“

Acofas C. 7

We drank two of them before Azriel arrived, took one look at our drunken attempts at decorating, and set about fixing it before anyone else could see the mess we’d made.

Acofas C. 12

„Az, relax for a minute,” Cassian drawled, waving a hand. “Have some wine. Cookies.” “Take off your coat,” I added, pointing the bottle toward the shadowsinger, who hadn’t even bothered to do so before fixing our mess. Azriel straightened a sagging section of garland over the windowsill. “It’s almost like you two tried to make it as ugly as possible.”Cassian clutched at his heart. “We take offense to that.” Azriel sighed at the ceiling. “Poor Az, wine will make you feel better.“

Acofas C. 12

He glared at me, then the bottle, then Cassian … and finally stormed across the room, took the bottle from my hand, and chugged the rest. Cassian grinned with delight. Mostly because Rhys drawled from the doorway, “Well, at least now I know who’s drinking all my good wine. Want another one, Az?” Azriel nearly spewed the wine into the fire, but made himself swallow and turn, red-faced, to Rhys. “I would like to explain—“

Acofas C. 12

„Only her chin-length dark hair and solid silver eyes were visible above the collar. She looked— “You look like an angry snowball,” Cassian said. The angry snowball narrowed her eyes at him. “Careful, boy. Wouldn’t want to start a war you can’t win.“

Acofas C. 12

„I spat in it,” I said sweetly. “Makes it all the more delicious,” Cassian crooned, smiling right back.“

Acofas C. 12

Cassian lost it. Then Mor. Then me. And even Az, chuckling faintly. “You really don’t know how to pee?” Mor roared. “After all this time?“

Acofas C. 12

“Pick on someone your own size,” Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth. “I’d feel bad for the mice,” Azriel muttered. Mor and Cassian howled, earning a blush from Azriel and a grateful smile from Elain—and no shortage of scowling from Amren.“

Acofas C.12

„ “I’ve never stayed in this room.” His midnight voice filled the space. “That’s because you and I have been shoved to the bottom of the ladder, brother,” Cassian answered, his wings draping over the bed and to the wooden floor. “Mor gets the good bedroom, Elain is living in the other, and so we get this one.” “Better than the attic,” I offered. “Poor Lucien,” Cassian said, smiling.“

Acofas C.16

„I can see about finding you two longer beds.” He waved a hand. “No need. Better than the couch.” “You being too drunk to climb the stairs last night aside,” I said wryly, earning a vulgar gesture in response, “space in this house does indeed seem to be an issue. You could stay up at the House if you’d prefer. I can winnow you in.” “The House is boring.” Cassian yawned for emphasis. “Az sneaks off into shadows and I’m left all alone.” Azriel gave me a look that said, Illyrian baby indeed.

Acofas C. 16

„But two massive figures filled the archway of the dining room, and Rhys paused. Azriel and Cassian, having crept up on cat-soft feet, were also wearing their Illyrian leathers. And from their shit-eating grins, I knew this would not end well. They moved before Rhys could, and only a flare of his power kept the teapot from falling onto the table before they hauled him out of his seat. And aimed right for the front door. I only bit into my pastry. “Please bring him back in one piece.” “We’ll take good care of him,” Cassian promised, wicked humor in his eyes. Even Azriel was still grinning as he said, “If he can keep up.“

Acofas C.17

„Are those snow forts?” A nod. Something white shot across the field, white and hard and glistening, and then— Cassian’s yowl echoed off the mountains around us. Followed by, “You bastard!” Rhys’s answering laugh was bright as the sun on snow. I surveyed the three walls of snow—the barricades—that bordered the field as Mor erected an invisible shield against the bitter wind. It did little to drive away the cold, though. “They’re having a snowball fight.“

Acofas C. 18

„I heard a door slamming somewhere in the house, followed by a distinctly male yelp. Then banging—as if someone was trying to get back inside. Mor’s eyes sparkled. “You got him kicked out, didn’t you?“

Acofas C. 19

„Everyone gave you their gifts?” “He’s the only one who can be trusted not to snoop,” Mor explained. I looked toward Azriel. “Even him,” Amren said. Azriel gave me a guilty cringe. “Spymaster, remember?“

Acofas C. 19

“Don’t worry, Rhysie. I got one for you, too.” “Shall I model it for you?“

Acofas C. 19

[pbandjesse]

I wish I could say that today was excellent and I felt really good but honestly after last night I just felt exhausted all day and kind of emotionally worn out. And it wasn't a bad day but man was last night terrible.

The last thing that I wrote last night was that Brandon was there and that he had brought wedding videos. And that I was hoping that they would be really good. And objectively they're filmed beautifully. I only watched 2 minutes but I could tell that they were made very nicely. But I hate how I looked in it. Like viscerally I was shocked how horrible I thought I looked and I felt sick watching it. I felt embarrassed and disgusting and ashamed that anybody looked at me. I haven't felt that bad about myself in a very long time. And I could tell how much James was liking watching the trailer for the video. But I could not watch the rest of it. I tried to laugh it off but inside like if only my spirit broke I was so upset. I tried not to let it bother me but I felt horrible.

We laid in bed and I just could not stop thinking about it. I felt like I had had a lot of hard feelings about the wedding and the engagement and everything and I've dealt with a lot of that and I've worked hard to be okay with everything because the wedding itself was beautiful. And worked out well enough. But now I feel like all of my good feelings towards it were a lie. I felt like I had this idea in my head of what I looked like and how I experienced the day and seeing these two minutes just took all of those feelings and I just fell apart.

By midnight James was asleep and I was sitting in the bathroom just sobbing. Just absolutely heaving sobs. So devastated and like I said I felt embarrassed that anybody has looked at me. I didn't feel beautiful I felt like monster.

Actually I calm down and I texted Jess just cuz I had to tell someone. I tried to wake James up but they were very much out. And then I cried a little bit more and then around 1:00 James woke up enough to turn the light off and I was just laying there crying and they didn't notice and that just put me at hysterics and I pushed them really hard and they immediately sat up and were like what's wrong??? And then I cried even harder and I was hysterical trying to explain what was upsetting me and it was terrible. I cried for like an hour, I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was choking. It was horrible and I was so tired and it was after 2:00 a.m. and I had to wake up in the morning and it's just was terrible but eventually I calmed down enough to fall asleep.

I slept an extra hour because while I should be here at Camp by 8:00 I really don't need to be ready to go and tell him like 9:30 so it was okay even if it wasn't ideal. I gave James a hug before they left and I slept that extra hour. And when I woke up for real my eyes were very swollen and my body was just so tired. I didn't feel as horrible thinking about the video anymore. But if I thought about it for a few seconds I would start to tear up again and I just felt so bad about myself.

I got to camp at 9:00 and everything set up and went for a little walk just to try to get some of my sad feelings out. And throughout the day I would feel a little better. I'm still not interested in watching that video again because it just hurt too bad even if James says that my strong feelings aren't the truth. Like they loved watching the trailer and were visibly and energy-wise so clearly happy and I just felt stupid because I made something that they were clearly happy about into a bad thing. And I was trying to let it go. But it feels very hard.

Thankfully both of my morning groups work great and really helps distract me for how upset I was. My first group was top bar and they were really sweet and did a good job on their art. And then I had the new round of YLP counselors and they seem like a really solid group and are very nice. And they did a good job too. And while they were there and Ray told me that he's going to try to go into tattooing and he wanted some tips on shading and learning how light direction works so I gave him some charcoal and some instructions on how to make gradient boxes to practice. And I just tried not to think about how people look at me and my body or anything like that because every time I do I just feel horrible. And that's really hard on something I've been working to not think about. Like I've been trying to be positive and feel good about myself and I just felt like everything was cut right from beneath me. My self-esteem is kind of destroyed right now.

CJ would come right before lunch and be sad outside and I told her a little bit about what happened and she kept saying that I was beautiful in my wedding day and that while she understands my feelings they're not true and maybe the rest of the video would be okay. And I really hope that's true but emotionally I don't know when I'm going to be able to sit down and watch it because those two minutes were so incredibly jarring and upsetting to me. And I'm glad that I had my friend there but I did cry a bit and I can compartmentalize a lot of it but I also feel stupid for feeling this strongly and making it basically my entire day's thoughts. I don't want that to be the focus but man, was it.

The afternoon was fine but I was a little exhausted. After CJ and me talked for a while she went to go get some kids that were doing awards. And CJ, Katerina, and two kids doing tipis would spend the next half hour sorting string for me while I laid in the hammock and watched a video and tried to just be quiet for a bit.

And then my afternoon group was really nice. I had day camp and stockade and the stockade boys did casting and the day campers did the rock paintings and everyone seemed to really enjoy it and it was a really good time. Nothing super exciting happened We were having a lot of fun casting and I really enjoyed talking to the boys and lots of laughs were had and I did not burn myself which is always a plus. And I talked to Jorge about how me and James are thinking about having a kid and buying a house. And they were like that's wild and I said yeah it's so adult. And I just tried to be positive.

I did forget briefly that I was going to have horse girls, well horse campers ( there are four boys this week which is wild to me! ), And so I had one more break until they would come. And they were fine. I told Krissy about my upset feelings and she immediate was like no you are beautiful I don't know what you're talking about stupid stupid stupid. And at least that made me laugh and it made me feel a little bit better.

The worst camper struggled to clean up but they seem to enjoy project. And we found a butterfly that had just come out of its chrysalism was still all wet. And it's one wing wasn't unfurling properly so we found a safe place to put the baby butterfly and then I just kept knitting and trying to be positive.

After they left I had one of the beverage boys up here getting string and eventually I got him to go. I had gotten a little upset when all of a sudden a bunch of people from the field came up and didn't even ask me and just started taking string off the shelf and I was like nope absolutely not get out of here. And I probably could have been nicer but I also thought they were horse girls that were just not cleaning up and instead starting a new project that was all confused. But it's fine though forgive me in the future. I just wish the people would ask me before they start taking stuff. Especially because you were just cleaning it today and somehow it already got messed up so now I'm hiding cleaned bags in my clothing box. I just wanted to stay nice for a little bit longer.

Once the campers were gone I locked the doors and I clean myself up a little bit with cold washcloth and I got changed and it made me feel a lot better, more human. And then I walked down to the dining hall to see if I could help set anything up.

I told Charlotte about the wedding video and how upset it made me and she was like I'm sure in the rest of it there are parts that you'll like and I'm like okay I hope so. And then I told Celia and she said that she bets if she watched it as soon as I come up on the screen she would have been like nope you're beautiful and shut that shit down. Wish made me laugh and she also told me that she liked that I was wearing my hair in a ponytail and she thought that it looked cute. I think she was trying to be extra nice to me because I was upset and hurting still.

And honestly I think some of my heart is just tied to disappointment. Like a lot of it's tied to me being self-conscious and feeling like all the angles that this video was shot in were unflattering for me. And that again, only Jess really knows my angles well. But also it's kind of tied up and being disappointed that it's just another thing around the wedding that wasn't exactly what I wanted. While it's beautiful it's not the style I had imagined and I just feel kind of sad. I'm hoping this weekend that I can sit down and watch the rest of it and be in a place emotionally where I'm not going to just pick out every single one of my flaws and I can see it what it is and not have an absolute emotional breakdown but I don't know if I'm going to be able to do that. We'll see I guess.

After I helped count cups I made a salad. The salad bar was absolutely stocked tonight and that was awesome. There was even hard boiled eggs and croutons. I was thrilled. And then I would get mac and cheese which was only weird because they used ziti but they're still pretty good. And I had a nice conversation with Celia and we also talked about the end of the day snack issue with day camp coming to specialty with food with Annabelle and Cody. They all agree that it is not a good situation. But hopefully when the Gator gets fixed they'll be able to deliver snacks at a tents and not early. Because that was not fun today dealing with gogurts and Starbursts all over my building. Apparently the kids were told to not eat them until when they got back to their tent but they were already eating it when they got to the building so it's kind of hard to be like put that over the way that is half open. So it's fine but hopefully tomorrow I won't have to deal with that.

After dinner I walked to the office to steal their air conditioning. I said hello to Chris and lamented with him that there were no more mushrooms today. And we talked about how it was supposed to rain but it missed us and how it might rain again this weekend. And then I talked to Alexi for a minute before she headed home. And then I chilled inside.

I went up to the attic to see if there was any yarn but no luck. I did find nature and arts and crafts badges and I've decided that since me and Celia are working in those departments we can get badges even though we didn't do the coup. Celia did come over and I scare her real bad by accident cuz she didn't know I was coming down the stairs and then I would chill in the office and read my book until we got to the part where you realize that the Titanic was sinking. That's when I decided I was done with the AC and I would go back to arts and crafts.

On my walkover I got stopped twice where people gave me hugs. Which was very nice. I love getting hugs. I feel like the kids are not as huggy this year! It's fine I understand but usually kids are hugging me all the time. And then after chatting with Chloe for a little while about how I hit myself in the wrist with a book and fixed it. She thought that was very funny.

Then I just spent some time laying in my outside hammock reading and finishing my book. PJ came over to sit for a while cuz he just needed somewhere to be quiet. Apparently he's had quite a week with his campers. And after he left I finished my book which left me crying of course. Always does. And then I was just really ready to get into my painting.

I have not really worked on my summer painting much in the last few weeks. Just haven't been enjoying the paint that we have and I just have a lot of issues with perspective and sizing in what I already laid down so I really thought that tonight would be a good place for me to really layer a bunch of color in so then I can go back in with a markers and fill in more space.

I would spend about an hour working on my painting and it's definitely better than it was but it's got a lot of problems. Especially the wood that's in the front of the building is all wrong. The scale is all off there but I think it'll be fine in the end. I have a couple more weeks to work on it. I think tomorrow I'll probably go back in with more markers and see about that but I still have some places I want to layer more of color like with the red and the dirt areas out front of the building because it's like gravel and gravel is really hard to get the color right so I'm kind of just making it up as I go. I also have like no white paint left so that is an issue and that I'm going to have to try to resolve. At least I had a good time.

Now I am laying in bed, my hammock that is. My stomach hurts really bad and I'm very sleepy. I don't feel as emotionally fragile right now. I am emotionally tired. Me and James are talking about the video right now and James doesn't think that the larger one will upset me as much when we sit down and watch it and they kind of scrolled through it and they think that there are a lot of places where we can get screenshots to do prints when we do our wedding book. Wish I'm hoping to do soon. I just want to have good memories around it and not have this just taint and pull apart all of my positive feelings.

I hope tomorrow is easier. I hope it feels lighter and kinder and softer. I hope my stomach doesn't hurt and I hope that it's a beautiful day. It's supposed to be very hot the next couple days so fingers crossed that it stays fairly cool up here as it has been. I hope you guys sleep well tonight. I love you all. Be kind to yourself, kinder than I am to myself.

[rainbowinthedark98]

Chapter 3: In Memoriam

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

A/N: Bit of a shorter chapter, hope y’all are enjoying The Crawl. 

***

It was around noon when Steve awoke, groggy, with an aching spine from sleeping in the chair. Eddie was still out cold, soft snores slipping from between his pale lips. The phone was ringing upstairs. Groaning, he dragged himself up the basement stairs, into the kitchen, where he ripped the phone from the hook. “Hello?” he grumbled into the receiver.

“Steve, where are you? You were supposed to pick me up fifteen minutes ago!” Dustin Henderson’s voice shouted through the phone. Steve winced. Fuck. Today was the one year anniversary of Eddie’s “death.” Now, he’d have to face all of the kids, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, even Argyle, and lie. Pretend that the very man they were mourning wasn’t snoring the day away in his basement. Pretend there wasn’t a vampire camped out in his basement. 

“I- I’m sorry man; I overslept. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Steve sighed, and hung up before Dustin could respond. 

***

Steve and Dustin arrived at the cemetery, ten minutes late. Steve had expected a raging rant about his tardiness, but Dustin was just quiet the whole ride. Steve couldn’t help remembering a similarly blank expression Dustin had worn in the weeks following Eddie’s death. Shaking the memory away, Steve climbed out of his car, wearing jeans and a black dress shirt, which had been purchased for Eddie’s memorial. Nancy and Robin had scrub brushes in hand, and the word “murderer” was just barely legible on Eddie’s headstone. 

“Sorry we’re late, I couldn’t fall asleep until the sun came up,” Steve said, not looking at anyone. Dustin put an arm around Steve, and sighed. 

“I couldn’t sleep at all. Nightmares, Dustin explained, and Steve’s chest felt tight, staring at the dark rings under his eyes. This kid had held Eddie as he took his last breath. That scene haunted his own mind often enough, but to have lived it, no doubt Dustin was reminded daily of that horrible day. Hugging the curly-haired teen tight, Steve swore he’d talk to Eddie tonight. This wasn’t fair to any of them, but especially not Dustin. 

“That should do it,” Nancy said, pouring clean water over the gray stone. “Good as new…” she sighed when Robin laid her head on her shoulder. 

“I wish they could just let him rest. Have some peace after the hell he went through,” Robin whispered, choking on a sob. Nancy set down their cleaning supplies, and wrapped her arms around the other woman, who shook with sobs now. Steve was a little perplexed by the closeness of the two women, especially considering that Robin hadn’t said anything. He stood staring at the headstone for a solid two minutes in silence before he felt multiple hands on his shoulder.

“Hey man,” Lucas said, breaking Steve out of the trance. Steve wrapped his arms around the teen, and they both slapped backs in a jockish way that someone snorted a laugh at. Steve whirled to see Max, wheelchair being pushed by El.

“I can hear the testosterone in that hug,” she laughed again, and Steve leaned down to hug Max. 

“Good to see you too, Red,” Steve chuckled as she wrapped her arms around him. “El,” he said fondly, and they hugged briefly. “Erica,” he greeted the younger teen with a fist bump. 

“Hey hey,” Argyle said, appearing from the lightly wooded area. Jonathan appeared a moment later. “Bring it in, man,” Argyle said, and wrapped his arms tightly around Steve. They weren’t particularly close, but the Californian man was a hugger, and Steve didn’t mind. Once he was released, Steve shared a nod with Jonathan, who then turned to talk to Will and Mike, who waved at Steve.

“Alright, I think everyone is here, so we can get started,” Nancy said, taking charge, per usual. “Robin?” she asked, a hand out. Robin quickly handed her a candle and lighter. Nancy lit the candle, and placed it on the headstone before taking a seat next to the stone. Everyone followed suit in creating a loose circle, with the headstone in Eddie’s place. “Okay, so, I was thinking we can just go around the circle, and if you have a memory of Eddie, or you have some good news, we can talk about it together,” Nancy said, and everyone nodded in agreement.  

Steve stared at his hands, guilt tearing him apart as Dustin spoke of how Eddie had taken him under his wing as freshmen. He wished he could share his good news. To scream out that he could take them all to see Eddie, right now. But they’d have to be careful with the door, because hey, by the way, Eddie Muson was a freaking vampire now. Tears of frustration welled in his eyes, though no one could blame him? They were mourning Eddie. 

An idea came to mind, and Steve began diligently listening to each story, each tidbit of good news from the group. Alone, he could never convince Eddie to come out of the coffin, so to speak, but with the words of his friends, maybe Steve had a chance.

***

Steve had been waiting in the leather armchair when the sun set, his watch beeping in unison with Eddie’s gasp. He couldn’t help jumping up and to Eddie’s side, to check him for harm. Eddie’s eyes were wide open, irises now more red than they’d been the day before. “Are you-”

Eddie was gone before Steve could even finish his sentence. When Steve made his way upstairs, the patio door was wide open, and there was no other sign of Eddie. Sighing, Steve made his way into the kitchen, and started preparing himself some pasta for dinner. It made sense that Eddie probably needed to feed, he’d been unconscious for more than twelve hours. Standing over a hungry vampire probably wasn’t his brightest idea.

Steve was just sitting down with his bowl of pasta when Eddie re-entered through the slider, closing it behind him. Eddie washed his hands and face in the kitchen sink, then sat down across the table from Steve. “Sorry about that,” Eddie apologized, staring at the wood grain of the table. “I was… really thirsty, and I didn’t want to hurt you, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to control mys-”

Holding up a hand, Steve interrupted Eddie’s rambling. “It’s okay, I thought you were hurt or something, so I came to check on you. The way you gasped, it was terrifying. But I recognize in hindsight that standing over a possibly hungry vampire isn’t a good idea. So, are you feeling better now that you’ve had breakfast?”

“Y-yes I am. You’re being very calm about this all. Honestly you’re kind of freaking me out,” Eddie chuckled nervously.

“Well, I attended your one year memorial today, and I had to hear everyone share their favorite memories of you, and share the wonderful things they’re doing with their lives, all while knowing you were asleep in my basement. And I cried so fucking hard that they didn’t make me share something. They thought I was crying because you’re dead. But I was crying because you’re not dead but I couldn’t tell them! The guilt has been eating me alive for the past four hours,” Steve explains, slowly losing his composure as he spoke. Soon tears were once again falling down his face. “Please, please tell me, please promise me that you’re going to tell them. Because I don’t know if I can ever face them again if I have to keep lying to my best friends.”

“Erika has started a middle school D&D group, but she’s annoyed that her classmates aren’t as badass as you. Max has a full range of movement from the waist up, and the other day in physical therapy she was able to walk ten feet with a walker. Mike is DM-ing, he said the new campaign is based off one you had started, but not fleshed out. I think Robin and Nancy are either best friends now or they’ve been seeing each other behind my back. And Dustin, Dustin is still haunted every night by the memory of watching you die in his arms, of me telling him that we had to leave you behind so we could escape. That you were gone, and there was nothing we could do but save ourselves. He’s got these dark, dark circles under his eyes. I think I've seen him smile twice in the past year.” 

“I get it, Steve,” Eddie said softly, voice clearly pained. “I know they’re hurting without me, but they’re safe.”

“From what?” Steve tearfully scoffed.

“From ME!” Eddie roared, slamming a hand on the tabletop, which cracked down the middle. Steve jumped away from the table, and stared at Eddie, who hung his head in shame, and whispered, “I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt them.”

Steve scoffed again, “But you’ll risk it with me.” Not a question.

“I’m risking it because I can’t stay away from you anymore,” Eddie whispered, eyes shining. I don’t know if dying and then coming back did something to my brain, but the little crush I had on you before has grown a lot. Once I got control of my thirst and began planning, thoughts of finding you were what got me back to Hawkins. I knew that once I found you, I’d be okay. When I found the gate in your pool, I knew it had to be true.”

Steve stared at Eddie, brown eyes wide with shock. “I- you-” he was truly speechless.

“It’s alright, I guess that’s a lot to spring on you. Sorry, I just had to tell you- what are you doing?” Steve had paced around the table, and was now a few steps away from Eddie, his eyes full of an unreadable emotion. “Listen, I-” Eddie’s words were cut off when Steve gently but firmly pulled his face to his own for a harsh kiss. For a moment, Eddie stood with his hands up in surprise, but he quickly wrapped an arm around Steve, curled his opposite hand into Steve’s smooth, soft hair. Their mouths moved together, holding one another as if for dear life.

[welcometomyweird]

Let’s Do The Time Warp Again!

I’ve been re-listening to a lot of older episodes of Astonishing Legends. Today, I was listening to an episode dealing with the phenomenon of missing time. Of course, it got me thinking back because I have had my own experiences with wonky time. (Honestly, if it’s Fortean, I have encountered it at some point. I’m a magnet for this stuff.) 

My most perplexing experience with weird time happened in about 2002 or 2003 at a friend’s house which is also a magnet for all things bizarre. The house is very much a liminal space, both in a physical and metaphysical sense. It’s on the line between two cities (or very close to) and it’s either situated at the convergence of lay lines or there’s a limestone or quartz deposit or something under the house that seems to generate energy for the most woo-woo stuff you can imagine. I’ve had a number of weird experiences there, but this is the only time when we seem to have departed this reality for an extended period of time and dropped back in with absolutely no recall of what happened in those missing hours. 

It was late spring, I believe. I had gone with my best friend, Beth (tragically, no longer with us) to visit our friend Rachel at her home where literally anything is possible. We got to the house somewhere between noon and 1pm. As usual, we brought food and the three of us sat in the living room for what only seemed to be about an hour, maybe and hour and a half. However, when we looked at the time on the cable box, it was a little after 8pm. The three of us then spent another hour or so trying to figure out what the hell happened to those missing hours because we KNEW that we hadn’t been there that long.

Yes, I know that time flies when you’re having fun and anyone who knows me and my friends knows that it doesn’t take very long for the giggles to start. I used to go to the gym with another friend and it was real easy for us to lose track of time and end up working out for 90 minutes rather than our usual 45. Losing small amounts of time like that is completely normal . We all do it. Losing several hours? Not so much. To this day, I still have no idea what happened. 

This, of course, wasn’t my only dance with weird time warps, it’s just the one that scares me the most. Not knowing what may have happened in those missing hours is really uncomfortable. I’m not going to say “It was aliens” because I don’t believe that, but I don’t have any real solid explanation for what did happen. And for those wondering if we were drinking or puffing on African laughing grass, the answer is no. I’m allergic to cannabis and not much of a drinker and my friends are real respectful of that. Nor were there more illicit substances involved. My ONLY vice is caffeine. 

My other brushes with weird time went the other way. It was almost like I went through a time rift and managed to get where I was going far sooner than should have been possible. The first time it happened, I was by myself. My mom and I were working at the same coffee shop, but we worked different shifts. I didn’t drive, so the walk between work and home took 20 to 25 minutes. On this particular day, I wasn’t due to work for another 2 hours, so I hadn’t even gotten ready to leave. Mom called the house and asked if I could come in early. I asked how early and she said “Now”. She then explained that one of our co-workers had passed out behind the counter, was unconscious and there was an ambulance on the way. Coming from a performing arts background, getting changed into my work clothes in under 3 minutes wasn’t out of the norm. Getting from our home to work in 5 minutes absolutely was. Mom asked how I got there so fast and I honestly had no idea. I still don’t. 

The second time, mom was with me. The background story is way too long, so I’ll sum it up as well as I can. Mom and I had gotten together with friends in Boston. The train ride between Beverly and Boston is around 40 minutes. My father had had a medical emergency that required hospitalization while we were gone. When mom found out, we cut our day short and headed back to the train station. The train ride back only took about 10 or 15 minutes. Again, can’t really explain how that happened.

Getting theoretical, if we accept that time is not linear (which I do), then that could possibly explain these time warps. It could also very well explain deja vu and residual hauntings. And it’s really not all that modern a concept. I have a book by Stephen Blamires called “Magic of the Celtic Otherworld” in which the author discusses some of the beliefs of the pre-Christian Irish Celts. In his book, Blamires explains that the Irish didn’t see time as something linear. They believed the past, present and future were happening at the same time and very often the timelines crossed or sideswiped each other. (Could Celtic knotwork be their “written” record of this belief?) In the words of the Tenth Doctor “It’s really a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff.” 

It is possible that in those latter cases, the crisis factor could also play a role. Much like the adrenaline rush that makes it possible for a 115 pound woman to lift a car off of a toddler, maybe that same fight or flight response had a more metaphysical effect and opened a rift in the fabric of time. Honestly, I don’t know. I have no answers. All I know is what I’ve experienced. 

The missing time is always going to bother me. I have huge chunks of memory of my childhood missing. I remember talking to an acquaintance about that and she suggested that it could mean I was sexually abused and I blocked the memories. I quipped that it could also mean I was abducted by aliens. While her theory may actually hold some water with regard to the missing chunks of my childhood, it doesn’t explain the missing time my friends and I experienced together. And, no, I will not be undergoing recovered memory therapy. That’s how the Satanic Panic really got started. I’m not messing with that nonsense. 

So, that’s me and my strange relationship to time. Like I said, if it’s Fortean, it will inevitably find me. If you’re looking for Sasquatch (or more properly, relict hominoids), just bring me with you. Brown Mountain Lights in North Carolina? I’m not much for hiking, but for the right people, I’ll do it (cough... Micah Hanks). If I can get Mothman Festival booked for one of my clients, he’ll probably put in an actual appearance. At this point in my life, absolutely nothing will surprise me. 

[ricciardhoes]

Are you done with your fok smash obsession? I kinda miss it

i will never be done with it don’t worry <3

[pynkgothicka]

Hey!! I was wondering if you'd write this.

Reader's being stalked and goes to the police for help, Dick gets assigned to the case and escorts her home only for the reader to find out he's her stalker??

Smut!! Non-con.

Dark! Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader

a/n: y'all I took a good lil break fa a minute

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, GASLIGHTING

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You fiddled with your fingers in the GCPD. You were waiting to be allowed in the back in order to speak with Commissioner Gordon about maybe getting some help with your stalker situation. Whoever was following you, was beginning to really worry you. Some nights you'd come home to your door being wide open and stuff missing, your bed messed up, and a musk smell in the air.

You weren't safe, and you knew it.

"Hey Ma'am, Gordon wants you in his office."

You were snapped out of your trance as Cash motioned to the back. You nodded and moved to the door. A gruffed out voice allowed you in. You closed the door behind you as you walked through the door, taking a seat afterwards. Commissioner Gordon sat there, and gave you a small warm smile. "So what's the problem here ma'am?"

You explained what had been happening the past few weeks and the Commissioner took notes, just letting you vent out your frustrations. "Well Ma'am, this is a solid stalker case and I can make a warrant for arrest. But, I don't have a face nor a person to even start off as suspects."

"What do I need to do then Commissioner?"

"Not a damn thing, I'm assuming you know of Batman and his entire ya know, clique?"

You raised a brow, why would they have anything to do with the case you were building? None the less you answered, "Yes?"

"Well, I'm going to put one of them to your case, don't worry they'll let you know they're onto you. Trust me, it's for the best that it's one of them. Those freaks are quiet and stealthy as hell." You let out a small laugh and your heart rate slowed down. If all they had to do was make sure you're safe, then you're okay with that.

"As long as something is getting done, thank you for understanding."

"Hey, what are we here for?"

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You stood at the side of your window gazing longingly at the sky. Your paints were scattered everywhere, the muggy sky only needing some gray and blue. Everything was so bleak and bland, and you haven't heard anything for the past 2 days, was someone in your case yet?

Deep in Thought, you picked up another glob of blue oil paint and was nearly about to paint until you saw a man outside your window. You screamed and jumped back, tripping on some loose clothes you didn't have the energy to pick up. Your window opened as he climbed through, shutting it behind himself. He rushed over to your side and pulled you up.

"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't think I'd scare you that bad." He said rubbing your shoulders. "I'm Nightwing, as you probably already know. And they put me on your case, so just think of me like your guardian angel." You smiled and let out a breath of relief. You were glad it was him out of all the other vigilantes. He was carefree and easy going, and that's exactly what you needed.

"Thanks, um are you hungry or something? Sorry I just don't want you to be hanging around and not be comfortable." You picked up your paintbrush and dumped it back in your water cup. Nightwing gave a sheepish smile.

"Trust me I'm alright, it's my job to watch over you, so don't worry about me."

Having him around would definitely lift some stress from your shoulders. You could finally focus on your art and making rent.

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Nightwing escorted you home every late art show you had, giving you someone to talk to about your troubles and worries. And all the stalker junk dialed down, hell you barely even felt like someone was watching you these days.

"Hey I need to stop and get something real quick, wanna come with me real quick?" Nightwing snapped you out of your thoughts. You shrugged and nodded as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the nearest alleyway. You felt your trust in your guardian angel falter. He kept dragging you deeper into the alleyway, he's so happy about it too, laughing all the while. He turned into a nearby doorway. He kept going down the abandoned hall and finally opened a door.

"Go ahead and rest for a bit, I'll be right back." He motioned towards the couch he had in the apartment's living room. He walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. You went ahead and sat down on the couch and looked around. The door out had 3 locks which raised some concerns. Maybe he was just wary like that? He is a vigilante after all.

The TV in front of you was unplugged and had a DVD tape attached. He had a large collection of films and TV shows, most you recognized just with a single glance. Maybe you'd have to ask to come back here sometime and have a movie night. All of a sudden you yelled out as your hair was caught in a vice grip. You were shoved forward into the ground, your head slamming on the corner of the glass counter. It was certainly going to bruise.

You barely had a chance to get up as you were dragged to another door within the apartment. Nightwing was attacking you, and you were trapped.

He threw your body forward, making you lose balance and collapse on the ground. "Nightwing, please-"

"I've been waiting so long for you to come around. Do you know how hard it was to keep everything from you?" He rambled on, beginning to go from the top of his uniform, and slowly pulled down on the zipper.

"Hide what?" You questioned backing further into the alley. Your back hit a soft mattress, and then it all connected, he was going to take away your virginity. He was the one stalking you, The Commissioner played right into his plans, and you only made it easier.

"I sure do love seeing those gears in that little head of yours work. Who knew all it took to get you like this was for me to do my job?" He chuckled, pulling down the front part of his outfit, and pulling off his pants to reveal his raging hard on. "Now strip, and I won't ask again." That was all you needed to hear as you took off your blouse. You didn't want to give him a reason to possibly kill you, he was 10x your size and could crush you in an instant.

The room was muggy, and you were half naked, and sweat stuck to your skin. Dick was exposed, and was slowly walking towards you, panting heavily. You pushed further into the bed trying to get away from him. He climbed with you, hovering over your shivering body. He kissed up your leg all the way to your panties. They were plain and white the only hint of color being a small pink bow. He chuckled and pulled down your panties and blew on your newly exposed clit. You shivered as your leg shook. He then licked a single stripe, you letting out a small gasp, choking on your tears. "Shit your dry as hell, don't worry we're gonna get you nice and soaked." Nightwing then shoved his mouth and latched onto your clit. He ate you out and fucked you with his tongue. He groaned out, your taste staining his tongue.

You were close and you knew it, you didn't want to have him get the pleasure of making you cum but you couldn't hold back. It was just too good. "N-Night-"

"Dick, call me Dick. And shhhh. Dick moved away from your now puffy clit and grabbed at your breasts. He then smashed his lips against yours, the bitter taste of your own juices coming back through his toxic touch. He pulled away climbing higher, positioning his rock hard erection in front of your lips. "Kiss it baby, for good luck." You shook your head rapidly, Dick growled in response. "Come on, don't you want good luck? I sure do I want to knock you up so you can't ever leave."

You gulped and reluctantly planted a kiss on his hot tip. He groaned out and took you by your hair to keep himself steady. He moved down and positioned himself in front of your waiting pussy. He rubbed himself a few times before shoving himself inside you, still keeping a firm grip on your hair. He used that grip to keep you in place as he kept a harsh rough pace, cashing his high. You were already too fucked out to even realize what was happening, you clawed into the bed beneath you.

"You're gonna cum soon, do it with me."

That was all the permission you needed as you are with a loud cry, your vaisin getting spotty. Dick crashed his lips onto your already dead ones and came, the warmth filling you. He collapsed on you, and began stroking your hair. You knew that you couldn't push him off, he was way more powerful than you.

You should've never let him into your life as much as you did. Not for sure it was going to take a miracle in order to escape.

[proserpina-magnus]

Yay your requests are open! 😄 Could you pleeeease write a Dom poly!marauders (no Peter) x sub!reader, where it’s a new-ish relationship between the 4 and the reader breaks her first rule, leading to her first punishment and they can all see she’s nervous so they are soft!doms during (you can decide the rule she breaks and the punishment🙊) and the aftercare they give her 🥺

Yes absolutely, it’s kinda rough and I didn’t realize how lengthy it was! This is actually not that good and the aftercare could be better but I hope you like it!

First Punishment’s (R.L, J.P, S.B)

Reader: fem (she/her)

Word count: 2.6

Warning: swearing, rule breaking, spanking, bratty reader (sorta), d/s (sorta heavy?) Remus is the main dom, safe words are definitely in place, lots of aftercare and praises, reader becomes a cry baby super fast, soft doms, Sirius actually doesn’t show up that much and that sucks :(

p.s: my bad spelling also plays a role in this!

There were only a few solid rules the Marauders had set for you, no back talk, no touching yourself sexually without permission, and always thank them when they give you something. They had a few smaller rules specifically for themselves, such a James saying you can’t cuss while Sirius allows it. Remus has to approve your outfit before going out to hogsmeade. Sirius, surprisingly, doesn’t have many rules other than the main ones.

It must have been a bad day or you just felt bratty, because you had been tempting their rules all day. You had gone out to hogsmeade with your dorm mates, not checking with Remus about your outfit. When you returned, a bag full of honey duke treats, you got stopped by Remus in the hallway. He shoo’d your dormmates away, an eyebrow raised with his hands crossed over his chest.

You shrunk slightly, fiddling with the edge of your rather small skirt that Sirius had gifted to you just days ago.

“Bun, did you forget to do something?” He asked and you nodded. Yet you and Remus both knew you had done it on purpose.

“What did you forget?”

“To check with you,” you mumbled, distracting yourself with flattening the fabric of James jumper you had stolen.

“To check with me about what?”

“M’outfit,” you whispered and you caught Remus's stern look and spoke up. “M’outfit sir,”

“mmh,” was all he said, giving you an opportunity to apologize to him properly. You dug through your bag, taking out a chocolate bar you had gotten him.

“But I went to get you guys sweets!” You excused yourself, pushing the chocolate in Remus's hand. Remus shook his head, taking the chocolate. “Alright, I’ll let you off this time. But no matter what your excuse is, it doesn't mean you can go around flaunting your ass to Hogsmeade, understand?”

“I’m not flaunting my ass!” You exhaled quickly, pushing down your skirt as you began to get offended. Remus raised his eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” And you grew quiet. Real quiet.

“Hey lovely,” you heard James call from behind you, you had turned around to see him race down the hall and swing an arm around your waist, a big smile on his face.

“What’s the issue?” James got the tension and Remus motioned for you to explain yourself.

“Went to hogsmeade without checking my outfit with Remus,” you whispered rudely, James raised an eyebrow as he didn’t quite catch it.

“Hm? Speak up poppet,” he said, and you sighed and said it again louder this time.

“Oh let her off this one time Remus, she must have forgotten,” James defended you, rubbing your back so you knew he was on your side.

“I was,” Remus started, irking slightly as he recalled how you talked back. “But instead she told me off for my offer,”

James grew confused, looking down at you. “Love, that’s not true is it?” He asked, pinching your cheek and you pushed his hand away. You thought he was on your side.

“Remus said I was flaunting my ass! I wasn’t! And even if I was, what's the problem with that? I’ll flaunt my ass whenever I want!” You huffed, another small rule broke at your words. Remus rolled his tongue over his teeth, James folding his arms over his chest. Oh dear lord, you were in for it now if you kept going.

“This isn’t far, it’s 2 against one,” you pointed out as you now realized James wasn’t on your side. You copied them, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It wouldn’t have been 2 against one if you didn’t break a rule,” Remus reminded you, you grew frustrated.

“Well I don’t like your stupid rules,” you stated, now you began to get worried. Why did you keep talking, it wasn’t too late for you to apologize and say you were sorry.

“Up to our dorm,” James said roughly and grasped your elbow, you shook him off and stepped back. “No I don’t wanna,” you said and they both let out a laugh.

“Come on, we’re not asking again,” Remus said, you felt your nerves jitter. You’ve never been punished before and the worry began to build quickly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you took another step back. Your back hit a person and you cursed yourself. Without turning around, you knew it was Sirius. But hopefully, you prayed he was on your side. Sirius must have read your thoughts, because he quickly said a “they’re right bun, you know if you break a rule you get punished,”

You frowned, huffing out as you realized there wasn’t a chance to escape now. “Fine,” you muttered, pulling away from Sirius as you began to walk down the hall to the portrait. They followed behind, Remus shaking his head.

You stopped at the portrait, arms still crossed over your chest as they said the password and led you upstairs to their dorm. With the thud of the door being closed, you felt the need for a meltdown.

They hadn't discussed what kind of punishment went with each rule, they hadn’t thought they wouldn't need to punish their good girl. James had insisted you would never break a rule, but apparently he was wrong.

They picked up that you were worried, but they couldn’t just let it slide, you’d think that breaking rules was okay and that you could get away with it.

You walked over and set your bag down on James' dresser, sitting down on his bed, hands still folded over your chest.

“Okay, cool off,” James said and walked over to you. “I want you to know we aren’t punishing you while mad, that’s not how this is going to work,” he stated, and Remus nodded.

“We honestly hadn’t planned out a punishment, we thought you would be good,” Sirius said, that hurt. “I am good!” You replied, upset at the fact they didn’t think you were good.

“Hey, you’re not on thin ice anymore missy, I’d watch what you say if I were you,” Remus snapped and you went quiet with a frown.

“We know you’re a good girl,” James soothed over, giving a glare to Sirius. “That’s not what he meant,”

You began to open your mouth for a snappy comment, maybe even going as far as to call James dumb, but you closed your mouth and stayed silent. “Okay,” you nodded, “I understand,”

“You know why we have to punish you?” Sirius asked, and you nodded. “Say it, we want to know that you know what you did was wrong,”

“I broke a rule, well two rules,”

“Two rules?” Sirius questioned, he had missed the start of the backlash. “She went out to Hogsmeade without my permission for her outfit,” Remus cleared up.

“technically she actually broke three,” James said, your eyes opened as you looked over at him. How could he? You felt the need to cry, they seemed really upset. Who knew you would hate them being upset at you so much?

“Three?” You questioned in pure confusion.

“You cussed, you know I don’t like that,” James explained with a hand on your thigh, you nodded in defeat. “It’s alright, bun,” he kissed your cheek.

“James, don’t encourage that she can break your rules,” Remus advised and your shoulder slumped at the fact this wasn’t a time for you to get praises.

“Alright, let’s discuss punishments, she’s scared I don’t like that,” Sirius said and sat opposite of you, Remus took a seat on the chair by James dresser.

“You want us to list some?” James asked, “we won’t do anything without your permission,” he explained and rubbed your knee, you sighed but was a bit confused.

“You can use your safe word any time you feel unsafe, even during punishments. We never want you to be scared of us, okay?” Remus said, rubbing your cheek and you nodded. You leaned your face in his palm, you wanted to soak up all the affection before your punishment.

“We need clarification, you understand bun,” Sirius said, you opened your eyes when Remus pulled his hand away. “I understand, I can use my safe word whenever I need to, even during punishments,” you nodded along, slowly the nerves began to settle.

“Good girl,” James praised, “don’t think we’re going to praise you during punishments either, but since it’s your first time we’ll be more understanding,” Remus explained and you nodded.

“Alright, what about spanking? Not letting her cum for a certain amount of time? Degrading?” Sirius rushed out the ones off the type of his head, your stomach flipped at the word spanking.

They discussed punishments in front of you for a few minutes, some making you worry and others you nodded along like you’d enjoy it. You didn’t know why, but hearing them talk like you weren’t even there was making you feel dizzy.

“What about a simple time out? I don’t want to go all out for her first punishment, I don’t want her to be scared,” James said, rubbing your back gently.

“Let’s make her pick, that way she has control over the first punishment,” Remus said, looking away from Sirius as he kept his eyes on you. “We’ll let you pick this time, but don’t think you’ll get to pick the next time you break a rule,” he explained and you nodded.

“No punishment,” you choose and Sirius laughed, kissing your forehead. “That’s not how it works bunny,” he began and you sighed. You thought for another minute, spanking couldn’t be bad could it?

“I guess spanking,” you nodded, Remus nodded but James wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, I still think we should give her a time out, maybe even not let her speak for a day or so,” James said, Sirius didn’t agree.

“She wants to be spanked, we’ll spank ‘er,” Sirius said, patting your thigh.

“The whole point of a punishment is that we don’t do what she wants, it’s not a punishment if she likes it,” James explained, you began to worry again.

“I don’t wanna do something scary,” you say, you thought about the discussion of the things you definitely didn’t want to do at the first of your relationship. Were they going to do something that was past your boundary? At the thought alone, you began to sob.

“James look what you did, you’re scaring her,” Sirius rolled his eyes as he took you in his arms, shushing you gently as he rubbed your back.

“M’don’t wanna do things past my boundary,” you sobbed, they all softened at the miscommunication. “Oh no poppet, we would never go past your boundary, that’s not what a punishment is,” James sighed, you sniffled and pulled back, wiping your eyes. “No?”

“Of course not,” Remus clarified, “like we said, safe words can be used during any moment you feel unsafe, do you need to use it now? We can postpone the punishment until you’re ready,”

You shook your head, “no, the faster the punishment is over the faster I can be your good girl again,” you whispered.

“That’s right, just focus on that huh? We’ll be so proud of you for taking the punishment like a good girl,” Sirius said, looking over at James and Remus. They all agreed and you wiped your cheeks.

“Okay but how many spanks? And how hard?” You asked, they all thought for a moment, james and Sirius looking over at Remus for the final answer.

“20 or so? That seems fair,” Remus states and the latter agree, you felt confident with being able to handle 20. “But how hard?” You asked, James stood you up and you felt a hard smack against your ass. You yelped, hand going over to rub the now red skin.

“Does that count as one?” You question, Remus was about to say no but Sirius caught him off. “Might as well,” he states, “who’s giving the punishment? Cant be me cause I’ll enjoy it too much,”

“I want James,” you say, but James shakes his head. “You upset Remus' earlier love, I’ll give you 10 and Remus will give you the other,” he says, looking over at Remus to see if he agrees. The taller boy nodded.

After a few minutes of questioning, you had situated yourself on James lap. Sirius laid on his bed, clear view of your now exposed ass (James had previously risen your skirt and pushed down your panties). You took a deep breath, Remus explaining once again that you could use your safe word whenever you needed.

With the first official smack, you sucked in a breath. There was a certain excitement about it, even the boys felt their heart race as James abused your soft flesh with a couple more smacks. Your skin red on both cheeks, James even went as far as to hitting the low of your thigh.

After the tenth smack, you had begun to let tears slip past your waterline. Sniffling as you sat up and moved to sit in Remus' lap. Once sprawled out, you whispered a small choked out “okay” for Remus to continue where James left off.

Remus’s spanks we’re harder than James, by the fourth you had become a whimpering mess. Your apologies for misbehaving leaked out every smack, it was like dominos. Your skin felt raw to the touch, the spanks stung.

Remus applied the last smack quickly, Sirius sitting up as James fell to his knee beside the bed, stroking your hair. “You did such a good job, poppet, made us so proud,” James whispered as Sirius passed Remus some cream.

Your face deep in the sheets, sobs admitting loudly as you feel the cool cream get rubbed into your hot skin. Sirius rubbed your leg, Remus finished and flipped your skirt down to hide your reddened ass.

“Look at that, you took your first punishment so good,” Sirius said, Remus helped you sit up as you wrapped your arms around his collar.

“M’so so sorry, never break a rule again,” you sobbed, vowing to never receive another punishment. Even though they knew a punishment was necessary, they felt their hearts stop at the sound of your cry.

“Oh baby, shh. Let’s get you some candy from your bag,” Sirius says, grabbing the honey duke's bag as he rummages through it. Remus guides you away from his neck, sitting you down in his lap. You hissed, the contact not feeling good on your abused behind.

James had opened a water bottle for you, pushing in a straw and holding it for you to drink. You nodded your thanks and shakily took it, sipping it graciously. Your eyes were puffy and red, James wiped your face with a tissue, cleaning your mascara from your cheeks.

Sirius had opened a pack of peppermint patties for you, you chewed on it gently and leaned against Remus’s back. After they got you calmed down, the praises had been never ending.

“Look at you, took your first punishment so well,”

“Good girl, best sub we will ever have, hm?”

“Took the spanks so well didn’t she, prongs?”

“She’s such a good girl, don’t you think moony?”

You felt dizzy at their compliments, nodding as they all came tumbling in at once. Sirius had begun brushing your hair, James kissing your cheeks to make you laugh.

“So proud of you poppet,” James whispered in your ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up.

“Let’s go run you a bath and soothe your skin hm? Then will bring you dinner and you can rest with us tonight,” James said, stepping into the bathroom.

“Okay, I’d like that,” you nod tiredly, resting your head on James' chest. Maybe being bratty wasn’t so bad.

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[tnicc]

Can you write a imagine where Billy cheats on female reader and she sleeps with Stu for revenge but ends up catching feelings?

oooooooo Imma fave fun with this one ;)

WARNING: angst. Smut in part 2? If y’all want a part 2 that is

REVENGE part 1

Out of all of the things y/n was planning on doing today, walking in on her boyfriend of three months in bed with her best friend was definitely not one of them.

"Y/n, I swear it's not what it looks like." Billy said as he stumbled from the bed, quickly pulling his pants up while Sidney covered her self with the bed sheets.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Now you sound like my father. You know, this whole little situation really reminds me of the time I walked in on him fucking my babysitter."

Then without another word she turned around and walked away, she couldn't stand seeing him standing there with eyes that were full of guilt.

She had had a hunch that he was cheating for a month or so but didn't have solid proof so she opted to keeping quiet to avoid a fight.

Now she had her proof.

And it hurt like a bitch.

"Y/N!" Billy yelled as he chased after her. "Baby I swear she came onto me. You know I wouldn't hurt you."

"You already did Billy!" She yelled as she spun around to face him, silent tears streaming down her cheeks as the situation hit her full force. "You fucking cheated! And this isn't the first time either huh?"

He stayed silent.

With a laugh that was anything but humorous she spun around. "That's what I thought. Now leave me the fuck alone, I'm done with you."

And then she was gone, out the door before Billy could even get a word out.

"Fuck." He groaned, pulling at his hair he let out a sigh before walking back upstairs to talk to Sidney.

Y/N didn't slow down until Billy's house was out of sight.

The cold November air nipped at her skin and she shivered before wrapping her arms around her jacket-less body.

She considered calling Tatum to pick her up but quickly remembered she was out with her latest boy toy, Daniel.

Randy was always an option but he had been the one to drop her off and she didn't want to be a bother.

That left one other person.

"Macher residence how may I be of your service?" Stu answered the phone with a fake posh accent causing Y/n to roll her eyes in amusement.

That boy was something else.

"Stu." She sniffled, gripping onto the telephone tighter as she looked around outside of the booth she was in.

"Y/n? Why are you crying?" He asked, his voice back to normal and as serious as ever.

Y/n and Stu had always been.....weird. Before she had gotten with Billy the two were closer than ever but after she got with Billy he had started to distance himself.

When she asked, he would never tell her why. He said nothing had changed and she was crazy for believing so.

"Somethings happened. Can you come get me?" Y/n explained, trying to keep the conversation short in order not to start crying again.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asked with a hard voice.

"Stu please." She sighed, her voice pleading with him not to ask any more questions.

She really didn't want to cry anymore.

"Okay okay, where are you?" He asked, the sound of his keys jiggling in the background causing her to sigh in relief.

"The last phone booth before you get to Billy's house."

"I'm on my way."

And with that the line went dead leaving her to sit and wait.

Ten minutes later Stu pulled up and instantly got out of the car to pull her into his arms.

And then the damn broke. She really couldn't help it, the betrayal hurt to much.

"Shhhh it's okay baby, I got you." Stu said as she started to calm down.

Leaning out of the embrace he reached up to wipe her tears. "Now tell me what happened."

She took a deep breath before looking up at him with teary eyes. "Billy cheated on me with Sidney."

Stu felt his breath get caught in his throat. "What?"

"Yeah." She let out a breathy laugh. "To be honest I don't know if i'm upset that he cheated or if i'm upset that my best friend sense third grade betrayed me like that."

"That fucking asshole." he clenched his jaw.

When Billy and Y/n first got together he made Billy swear on his life that he would't hurt her.

Now there would be a price to pay, but for now his main concern was making sure Y/n was okay.

"Yeah I know." Y/n sighed as Stu led her to the passenger seat in the car.

"Listen to me okay?" He said as he moved her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "Neither of the deserve you. They can go rot in hell together for all I care. Fuck them. You deserve better."

"Thanks Stu." Y/n said, sending him a weak smile.

Stu returned it before going around the car and getting into the drivers seat.

About one minute into the drive Stu spoke up again, his hands clenching tight around the steering wheel.

"I'm going to fucking kill him."

"I'll help." Y/n snorted before reaching over and grabbing one of his hands, taking it into hers to try to not only calm him down but her as well.

"Can I ask you something?" He said.

"You just did."

"Y/n." He said sending her a serious look.

"Sorry it's how I cope." She shrugged. "Anyways what's your question?"

"Do you love him?" Stu asked after a moment of hesitation.

She was quiet for a second before speaking up.

"Honestly." she breathed out. "No. I think I was just in love with the idea of being in love. I tried, I really did. I just can't love him more than I would a best friend. I think I'm so hurt right now because of the betrayal, not only from him but from Sidney to."

"Yeah I get that." He said. "Just know i'm always gonna be here for you, you don't need them." He gave her hand a small squeeze.

"Yeah I know." She said with a small smile, squeezing his hand back.

"So your place or mine?" Stu asked as they started getting closer to her house.

"Yours, I don't want my parents up my ass about this." Y/m said as she gestured to her tear stained face.

"Alright, to the Macher residence we go madam."

"Idiot."

"You love it."

Part 2??

[bbrissonn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐃 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ ₍₄₎

warnings: slight swearing, not proofread, this is the last part of the series itself, but i'd love if some of you would come talk to me about what you think could happen between the 3 of them in my inbox :)) (ex: tiny blurbs requests, concepts, thoughts, ect.)

pairing: thomas bordeleau x brisson!reader

wc: 1.04k

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you were sitting in the driver seat of thom’s car, waiting outside of yost for him to come out. their practice had ended about 10 minutes ago, and you knew he normally took about 30 minutes to come out, which meant you had to wait for another solid 20 minutes. you were so focused on your phone that you hadn’t seen a person walk up to the passenger seat, leading you to you jumping a bit when they knocked on the window. 

you expected to see bordy, or one of his roommates asking for a ride home, but you surely weren’t expecting to see your twin brother standing there. he was normally one of the last ones to leave after a practice, which made you even more confused as to why he was standing there. you unlocked the door and seconds after he was sitting in the seat next to you, his eyes focused on the tree in front of him. 

“i, uh… i’m sorry.” he whispered, you knew that apologizing isn’t something he’s good at, and that this was really hard for him, something you really appreciated. 

“i’m sorry to–” 

“don’t. you shouldn’t be sorry for anything, y/n/n. i fucked up, okay? you didn’t.” 

“bren–” 

“i was being an asshole, and i should’ve been happy for you instead of being a bitch because he treats you right and he makes you happy, and that’s all that should matter. i–i was just scared that i was gonna lose you. we used to be so close, then when you and bordy started dating, i just feel like you spent less time with me and that you didn’t talk to me about your life anymore. and i hated it, and instead of talking to you about it, i pushed you away. and i’m sorry for what i said at restaurant, i’m sorry for blowing up at you in front of everyone, and i’m sorry telling you to go back home. ‘cause i don’t, i want you here in michigan with me because you’re the closest thing to home i have, and because bordy wants you here. i’m happy for the two of you, i really am y/n–” 

“bren, it’s okay.” you cut him off softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, making him look at you. 

“but it’s not–” 

“yes it is. i was being a bitch too, okay? i should’ve talked to you about it before, he’s your best friend and you had every right to be angry at me because of it. i’m not mad at you, i never have and i never will because of this okay? you’re my brother, and no matter what happens between us, i’ll always love you. and no one can replace you, bren, not even bordy. you cut him off again with a small smile. he nodded a bit before leaning over and hugging you. 

“i love you, y/n/n.” 

“i’m sorry you felt like i was replacing you, b. i wasn’t trying to–” 

“i know.” he said, squeezing you a little harder in his arms.

~

“so i won’t get a death stare anymore when i come within 2 feet of you?” thom asked you, making you chuckle a bit. the two of you had gotten back from yost about 10 minutes ago, and you had just finished explaining to him what happened with brendan.  

“no.” 

“you’re sure?”

“yes.”

“and i’ll be able to kiss you whenever i want and wherever i want?” 

“yes, t. you’ll even be able to cuddle me without having him cough. you’ll be able to put your arm around me at dinner without getting kicked in the shin. you’ll be able to give me a drink without having him try it before–” 

“so i’m free again?” he cut you off, making you laugh a bit. 

“you’ve been free–” 

“no i haven’t. it was like i was in the army or something, if i did this, he’d do this to me. it was worse than that diet the nutritionist gave me, babe.” he exaggerated, making you roll your eyes.

“no need to be so dramatic now.” 

“i’m not!” 

“sure.” you said dragging out the ‘e’ making him pinch you lightly. you sent him a death glare, which he answered with a smile and gave you a kiss. 

“he does have one rule.” you mumbled against his lips, making him let out a frustrated groan. 

“no ‘making babies’ in front of him.” 

“why– why we have sex in front of him?” 

“i don’t know! ask him!” 

“he’s your brother, your twin. you should know what happens in his head! twin telepathy or whatever.” 

“oh my god!” 

~

“you guys are gross.” brendan exclaimed walking out of the backdoor of your house, seeing you and thom making out in the pool. you back was pressed against the edge, your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

it was now june, you and thomas had been dating for about 8 months now, and he had agreed to come visit you, and brendan of course, in LA for a week. now at first, he had planned to just spend time with you and some with brendan once in a while. but those plan quickly got ruined when your dad announced that he was able to set up some gym session for him, much to brendan’s happiness since he would get to spend some time with his best friend. 

“what do you want?” you asked him, he wasn’t wearing his swimsuit, so he clearly wasn’t coming to swim, and he was never one to just sit in the sun for fun. 

“just coming to get this.” he said as he walked towards the small table near the pool where his speaker was and shoving it in your face with a laugh. 

“go away!” you said, swatting his hand away, making him laugh even more. 

“jeez, someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed. you two can go back to shoving your tongue down your throats now, princess.” he teased you, making thom laugh a bit, while you let out a groan. 

“i’m gonna kill him one day.” you whispered to bordy before connecting your lips again.

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