#especially once he notices that your parents are both too old to be of real help and you have to do most of the labor yourself

[oooohno]

hello hi i love you and would like to hear more about hephaestus hotaru and his sweet mortal nana

Kendall I don’t even have anything concrete to draw from, my mind is jumping from one plot point to the other cinfnf

But when you first see him falling from the heavens you run to the fields to search for him. And he is so hostile when you approach him to ask if he is okay and immediately tell him to stay still so you can check for injuries. Hotaru sees it as an insult to be bossed around by a mere mortal just moments after Zeus has exiled him. And he does not conceal his wrath, practically spits the words ‘get away from me’ at you. But you stand tall and you don’t quiver bc from your pov that asshole just fell from gods-know-where into YOUR fields and ruined part of the harvest your family depends on.

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[heich0e]

"hey."

the bed beside you dips a little as touya nears, crawling under the blankets on his side, but you don't look up from the puzzle book in your hands—you're just about to finish your crossword, and your brain is already feeling sluggish as you fight the call to sleep. instead you hum, so that he knows you heard him.

"are you... have you...." he can't seem to get the words right, and grunts a bit, like he's frustrated with himself. "you worried about aoi?"

that makes you look up.

"no," you reply to him, eyes scanning over his face. "should i be?"

your three year old daughter aoi is the picture of health—or at least, as healthy as children can really be, considering they seem to be magnetic poles towards which germs naturally gravitate. she's a bit bossy, in spite of her age, and has her older brother and papa (and you for that matter) wrapped around her little fingers. but she's a good girl, mostly kind, and exceedingly bright for her age.

you don't have any reason to worry about her.

at least you don't think you do.

at your side, touya's face is lined with frustration; a furrow creasing the centre of his brow, and his lips turned down into a pensive little frown. he has a book in his hands, you notice. his thumb is stuck between the pages as if to mark his place, but you can't see the cover from the way he's holding it.

"touya?" you prod him for more information, setting your own puzzle book aside.

"she sucks her thumb," touya finally says, though he seems reluctant to share that worry with you. when he finally meets your gaze, you see anxiety swimming behind his eyes. "is that normal?"

you laugh lightly in relief, your head hanging slightly as any real fear in you retreats. "yeah, touya. that's normal."

"are you sure?" he insists, "because this book says that kids suck their thumbs to comfort themselves. why would she need comfort?" he holds up the book in his hand, and when he does, you see that it's a parenting book. you've never seen it before, so he must have bought it recently. the image of touya scouring the shelves at your local bookstore for the right title in the childrearing section is remarkably endearing to conjure to mind.

"touya, baby," you push yourself up on your side of the bed, crawling over to him. you ensconce yourself atop his lap, taking his face in your hands. you meet him nose to nose. "put the book down."

"but it says—"

"i know what it says," you don't let him finish. "and it's probably right—kids do lots of things to comfort themselves, and they do need comfort. and maybe thumb sucking well into your developmental years is even bad for you, but aoi is only three. she's still so little. it's perfectly normal for her to suck her thumb occasionally."

touya seems to soften a bit in the wake of your reassurances, but not relax entirely. he leans his face into the cup of your palm, letting you bear the weight.

"look, if it continues on for too long, or gets worse, then we'll talk to the paediatrician. and we'll talk to aoi, too—because if something is bothering her, we'll make sure she knows she can always tell us. but right now, she is just a perfectly normal, happy three year old, who just happens to enjoy sucking her thumb. okay?"

touya's eyes flutter shut, and after a quiet moment you lean forward press a kiss to the spot where a divot of frustration had earlier creased his brow.

"we're doing a good job, touya," you reassure him, brushing some strands of his soft white hair back from his tired face. "you especially."

not a perfect job, because the longer you trek along the path of parenthood, the more you've come to realize it's a fallacy. you know there's no such thing as a perfect parent. you know no one gets it right one hundred percent of the time. but there are lots of parent who are doing their best—who are trying to be better—and you know that you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who's trying harder to do just that than touya.

touya's eyes open once more. the eyes both your children inherited. the blue you named your daughter after. his gaze is soft—vulnerable in ways that once seemed impossible with the man in front of you—as he peers up at you.

"you think so?" he mumbles softly.

"i do," you answer just as gently as he'd asked, before dipping down to kiss him properly this time—not on his forehead but at the centre of his lips.

touya's hands reach for you eagerly, reciprocating your kiss with an equal enthusiasm, and the parenting book slips from his grip and goes tumbling to the floor with a thud!

both of you freeze, pulling apart from your passionate embrace until your lips rest a hairsbreadth away. your breaths are panting. your heartbeats are thundering in your chests. both of your gazes are fixed firmly on your bedroom door.

neither of you move.

"do you think it woke them up?" he whispers after a terrified moment, his tone heavy with anxiety.

"no, i think we're okay," you answer, your voice equally strained.

but still, neither of you dare to move again, still petrified in place, waiting to hear the telltale pitter patter of little feet along the floor.

after a few more tense beats of silence stretch between you in the stillness of your bedroom, a laugh bubbles up from the pit of your stomach and slips through your lips in spite of your best efforts to restrain it. poised frozen halfway up the back of your shirt, touya's hands pull you a little closer, and he chuckles quietly too. you tilt your lips down to meet his again, giggling into the kiss as touya uses his grip on you to reverse your positions and pin you down to the bed underneath him.

"try to be quieter this time," you chirp up at him breathlessly as his hands travel down your body, but you're smiling too widely for the jibe to have any real bite at all. touya rolls his eyes as he dips down into your space, his lips ghosting over yours again in an almost-but-not-quite sort of kiss.

"i'll do my best," he mumbles.

(but you already knew that.)

[twitterpated-passion]

A Brutish Love | Monster Boyfriend

You never left your village much, you never saw the need to. When you did, it was to the same place to forage berries when they were in season in the Springtime. You had to be sneakier the past couple of years though, the elders warning people of an Orc tribe living nearby. They didn’t want anyone leaving and being caught without realizing it, just for the village to be raided or set ablaze, or both.

While you understood the concerns, you never saw the need to fear the fact that they were nearby, holding the thought process that everyone needed a place to live. Though, that was before you were caught.

^___________^___________^

The sun was setting, which meant that everyone was either indoors, getting ready to close their store or spending time getting the last bit of the late spring sun before retiring for the night. You, however, thought it was the perfect time to sneak out of your own cabin to go to the little spot that had an abundance of berries that you used to pick with your parents when you were young.

Your father was a baker, never let a single berry that went uneaten go to waste. And your mother was a seamstress, prided herself in her work and always reassured you that whatever you stained with the dripping berry juice, she’d either get the stain out or make you a new one. You missed them.

You grabbed your father’s old basket, lined it with your mother’s old towel for it and set off into the woods, keeping a lantern in your hand to light your way once the sun made its way out of sight and the moon lifted to show itself in the sky.

Every footstep sounded louder than you knew they were, your eyes rapidly darting back towards the village until it was out of sight and you found your way in the little area that was filled to the brim with berry bushes. You kneeled by one, setting your lantern down and picking them, letting them fall with a silent thump into your basket. When you picked enough from one bush, you moved to another, and then another, until your basket was full and your lantern was practically out, leaving the moonlight to guide you. But as you stood and dusted off your clothes, you heard heavy footsteps, and you tensed, rushing with your basket to a tree, trying to hide behind it.

You heard a voice before you were able to fully hide, though. “I know you’re there.”

Your heart raced, pounding against your chest as you heard the deep, raspy voice. And it wasn’t as if you were able to hide, so you peeked out around the tree, eyes widening when they had to snap up to look at the Orc fully.

He was looking down at you with a tilted head, an eyebrow cocked. He didn’t look too thrilled, but he didn’t look angry either, an unreadable expression masking what he was really feeling. “Don’t you humans normally stay in past sunset?”

“Most of us,” you answered, though your voice was barely audible in the quiet night air. He seemed to have caught what you said though and a little glimpse of a smile appeared on his lips.

“Not you though?” You shook your head, but shrugged. His eyes darted down to the basket and then around at the berry bushes surrounding the two of you. “Do you normally pick berries when the moon is out?”

“No,” you responded. “Do you?”

“No,” he said back, that glimpse turning into a real smile as he side-stepped over to a tree, leaning against the rough bark of it.

You saw one of his hands move his long braid over his shoulder, letting it rest against him as the rest of his muscular, yet severely scarred body stayed still. When you looked back up at his face, you noticed that his right tusk was chipped, missing the pointed tip like the one on the left has. You didn’t ask about it, you thought better not to, especially since you didn’t even know his name, but it looked like he’s been through a lot.

“Didn’t someone teach you that it was rude to stare? Especially at something much bigger than you?” He grinned. He was teasing, that much was obvious, but the words of your village’s elders rang in your mind and you moved back towards the tree you were hiding behind before. He let out a small snort, eyes looking you up and down before he rolled his eyes and pushed off of the tree. “Relax.”

“Hard to do for me…in general really…” you said, and you almost cringed at how pathetic that sounded. His brows knitted together, but you shook your head and looked back towards where you came from. “I should be getting home before it gets to be too late-”

“Already? We just started talking,” he said, not fully cutting you off, yet not letting you trail off the way you were going to do. His grin grew and he took a step closer to you. “Don’t tell me I scare you.”

“You don’t,” you said. Half-truth. The fact that he could crush your skull with your hands scared you. Him just standing there didn’t. “It’s just…late.”

“Not late enough for you to forage though?” He asked, lips pursed the best they could be with his tusks. “You can just admit it, wouldn’t be the first time my race has scared yours. You probably have people telling you to lock your doors, hide or else the big, bad Orcs are gonna come get you or raid your town.”

He wasn’t wrong, you thought to yourself, but he did sound awfully bitter. “Does that happen often to you…?”

“More than your people cause wars, which says a lot, doesn’t it?” You couldn’t argue, nor did you really see the need to. Humans didn’t really have a good reputation to anyone…even to other humans. You only shrugged, giving him an apologetic look.

His gaze softened and he shook his head, huffing out a sigh, saying after a beat of silence, “I’m Cortek.”

Your eyebrows lifted and with a nod, you said your own name, corners of your mouth curling up ever-so-slightly. “What’re you doing out here, Cortek?”

He shrugged. “I like walking during the night.”

You nodded, humming quietly. You breathed out, pursing your lips and looking down to the basket in your hands. “Why are you foraging when it’s dark out?”

You paused, briefly questioning if you wanted to tell him the truth or not. You decided to anyway. “My village really isn’t the biggest on leaving or being out past sunset.”

“Why’s that?” he asked. Your eyes moved back up to him and he seemed to understand shortly after. “Ah. Right, my tribe’s close, isn’t it?”

You nodded again, offering him an apologetic glance. “Yea…the elders aren’t really…welcoming to anyone other than humans being near us…even Elves…and Dwarves…or others…”

Sighing, you stepped closer to him. “I think they’re talking bogus though, a lot of people my age do, but we can’t speak out against them without being reprimanded…so it’s easier to listen or to sneak around.”

You watched as his lips turned up a little and you were a little grateful that you were able to cheer him up a slight bit. “It’s like that in my tribe with the chief. Though you might end up with your head on a spear if you fight against the chief.”

“Remind me not to get on their bad side then,” you jested, hearing him breathe out a laugh before shaking his head and fixing the tunic that sat loosely on his body, covering the scars on his chest that you got a glimpse of earlier.

Looking back down at the berries, you clucked before getting an idea, tilting your head back up to meet his eyes. “Come back here tomorrow…same spot. Around the same time.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, I suppose,” you said, smiling before lifting your hand with a little wave, turning on your heel and walking off. “Same spot, same time, Cortek.”

“Yea yea,” you heard him say as you walked away, a silent laugh shaking your shoulders.

^___________^___________^

The sun was high and there you were, standing in your kitchen, in the comfiest clothes you could manage, a couple candle’s lighting up the area despite the light coming from them not being needed as you worked on making a simple pastry dough, reading over your father’s messy handwriting on the small card he scribbled the recipe on. The basket of berries were sitting off to the side on your counter, waiting to be turned into a jam so you could put them with the dough, watching you and probably judging you for working so hard just to bring a few with you that night when you saw Cortek again.

It wasn’t as if you were meaning to impress him…simply offering a few of them as a peace treaty. You didn’t have many friends in the village and if this was your one chance you had, you were taking it. You wanted to know more about him, maybe where he got his scars if he was up to sharing, but you weren’t exactly sure how he’d react if you just asked, you planned that question for another night if a friendship actually blossomed. Maybe then it’d also show the village that the Orcs aren’t bad. That there was nothing to be afraid of, even if they were intimidating appearance wise.

And once you got the dough in a muffin tin and in the oven, you began working on the jam, grabbing the recipe card for that out from under the dough card.

^___________^___________^

Nighttime came faster than you were expecting it, and without bothering to change into anything nicer, you wrapped up a few tarts and put them in one of the picnic baskets you had. Then, after making sure everything was clear and no one else was out, you rushed out of the village, heading back to the berry bushes.

When you slowed yourself down as you neared the area, you saw that Cortek was already there, waiting for you. His head picked up when he saw you and he flashed a little smile, wearing an outfit similar to what he was wearing the day prior: a loose tunic and loose, black pants, much like what you saw the knights wear when you visited the city years ago, being lucky enough to get a glimpse of a few of them outside of their armor. “You’re early.”

“Or are you late?” He responded, but his smile grew and it let you know that it was just a tease. His eyes glanced down at the basket in your hands, then around at the berry bushes. “Come to take the rest of the berries?”

You shook your head. “No, I made some tarts today, wanted to share them.”

He visibly froze, brows furrowing before his eyes moved to yours and the deep brown softened under the moonlight. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you said, lifting the basket and walking up to him, only to guide the both of you on the ground, putting the basket between you two and opening it before handing him a small plate of tarts, and pulling out your own plate. You spoke after a moment, “My father used to bake these and share them around in the village. I’m not sure they’re as good as his, but…I tried my best.”

“Used to?” He asked. Your eyes got slightly wet and you pulled in a breath as your smile faltered.

“My parents went to the city one day. When they were supposed to come home a storm hit…and they never arrived,” you explained, not wanting to go into much more detail than you have already. You didn’t like talking about it, even after five years.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pulling back the wrap over the plate. You shook your head.

“It’s fine…it happened years ago…the least I can do is keep their memories alive. Through tarts or something like it.” You just barely missed as his gaze softened further and he looked down at the tarts before back up to you. “They weren’t like the elders. I’m sure that if they could’ve afforded to move, we would’ve gone to a more inclusive town…”

“If it means anything, I’m glad they didn’t,” he said after a beat. “If they did, I wouldn’t have had you coming here with tarts.”

You breathed out a little laugh and nodded. “Yea…you have a point there.”

The air between the two of you went silent, and you watched him as he grabbed one of the tarts and took a bite out of it, waiting for his reaction, hoping you didn’t just disappoint your father for making them bad. Not that your father was ever disappointed in you, it was never in his nature.

Cortek caught your gaze when he was done chewing, a little smile upturning his lips before he nodded a little. “It’s good.”

Your shoulders slumped in relief and you were able to smile again, letting it grow when you finally noticed just how small the tart was compared to his hand, but he didn’t comment on it, so you weren’t going to. “Good- it was my first time making these after everything so I was a little nervous.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he said, taking another bite before eating the rest of it. You felt proud, even though you just followed a couple recipe cards correctly and they turned out how they were supposed to. But you were taking a win no matter where it came from. 

The two of you spent a bit in silence, eating without feeling the need to talk until the tarts were done and the plates were back in the basket. You were sitting at the same distance from before, a little more than a foot apart, but you felt the need to get closer to him, and when you saw that his hair wasn’t in the braid that it was the day before, you took that chance and scooted closer to him a little bit. “Your hair isn’t in a braid tonight.”

Cortek paused for a beat, but lifted his hand and touched his hair, nodding with a small glance towards you. “Yea, why?”

You parted your lips, but after being able to think about it, you thought it was a bit weird to ask him if you could braid his hair so close from meeting him, so you shrugged instead. “Nothing…just like pointing out the obvious, I guess.”

He smiled a little, his hand dropping from his hair and nudging your arm. He didn’t say anything else, but the silence that returned was comfortable and the two of you spent the rest of the night under the moonlight and in the soft breeze that touched the night air.

^___________^___________^

As Spring turned to Summer, you grew more comfortable with leaving the village since your parents died, even going as far as to sneak out during the day to meet up with Cortek. You met his twin sister, Aloka a month ago, almost instantly getting her approval when he made a quip about her and you socked him in the arm, not that it did anything to a man that was two or three times bigger than you. 

You considered him a genuine friend, the first one you’ve had in years, which, as sad as it sounded, it was true. You never realized that you didn’t have a real friend until you were truly alone in the world, and it was like that for a good long time.

You stood beside a lake Cortek had shown you soon after you emptied the bushes of their berries, forcing him to take most of them and bring back to his tribe, whether it was to eat or bake with. In return, and with a joke about how he didn’t want to see your massacre of the berry bushes anymore, so he showed you the lake that sat nearby, one that you didn’t even realize existed since your town used a river that must connect to the lake.

It only took ten minutes of waiting and distracting yourself with skipping rocks, for Cortek to arrive, wearing an open tunic that only really covered his arms and bottom torso with a visibly worn set of bottoms with a pair of boots. His hair was up in a low pony, and he grinned when he spotted you, scooping you up in his arms before squeezing you and setting you down to turn you to face him. “You’re early, Honey.”

Your cheeks warmed at the pet name, something he randomly decided to call you after learning that you put honey on most of your baked goods. You liked it nonetheless. “You’re just late, ‘Tek.”

He scoffed, waving his hand in the air. “Sure, sure, whatever you want to call it. I just know that you’re always painfully early and that you wait for me to arrive.”

You hummed, nodding along even though he was clearly talking out of his ass. “Or maybe you’re late.”

“I guess we’ll never know,” he said, smiling again before he sat down on the grass, helping you sit beside him. “Alo’ wants to see you again, and she also said that she wants you to make those orange cookies again.”

You breathed out a laugh. “She’s eating me out of house and home and she doesn’t even live with me,” you said.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around his legs and tugging them so they’re flush with his chest, looking less like the warrior you were intimidated by in the beginning and more like a big, domestic puppy. “Eh, she’s just like that. It took her years to even eat something sweet. It’s a miracle she’s so attached to your baking.”

Your eyes softened and you smiled, a little thing, but it wasn’t like you could visibly portray how your heart felt at that moment. “I’ll make sure to bake some for her.”

Cortek smiled back at you and nodded, moving an arm before he tugged you against his body. You leaned against him, your eyes shutting and your heart skipping every so often. The moment felt so utterly-

Someone yelling your name snapped you out of your thoughts and your head snapped back, eyes meeting one of your neighbors looking at you with eyes the size of saucers, her gaze going between you and Cortek. The both of you stood and you pulled him behind you, even if he was the bigger one. “What are you doing?!”

You almost flinched at the shrill and she turned to run back to the village before you could answer. You wanted to chase after her, but you already knew that you were done for…the elders would find out and you’d be a goner even if you happened to catch her. So you sided and you looked up at Cortek, your expression now bittersweet as he rubbed your shoulders, moving to hold your arms. “You alright?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “I’m going to be in big trouble.”

“Do you want me to come with?” he asked. “...I don’t think anyone would let me go into your village, but I’d be right outside of it.”

You shook your head, even though you wished you could’ve agreed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, ‘Tek. Just…stay here, I’ll come back as soon as I can, alright? If it gets too late, go home and we’ll meet tomorrow.”

He gave you a look, but you patted his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

With that, you pulled from his grasp, and made the trek home, only to find the Elders at your house, waiting for you to arrive. Your heart sunk further and you didn’t start to talk until you let yourself in and then let them come in, all five piling in your small cottage. You parted your lips to start trying to explain yourself, but you were cut off shortly after you began to utter your first word.

“We told you- everyone to not leave the village. We said that there were Orcs nearby and we wanted to protect our village. And what do you do?” The leader -a short man lacking most of his all white hair- said. “You go off and spend time with an Orc! Are you trying to get our village raided? Destroyed?”

“That’s not what I was trying to do-”

“Then what were you trying to do?” He asked, cutting you off.

You stood there in silence for a beat, your lips pursing before you sighed and said, “The Orcs are nice, they don’t mean anyone harm.”

“They’re Orcs, they raid and they steal and they fight, that’s their culture. You’re putting yourself at risk, you’re putting everyone at risk,” he said, the other elders nodding in agreement. “Think of how your parents would feel about this? About you putting us all in danger.”

Your body tensed, your eyes widening and your lips parting before closing a few times. You wished you didn’t say no to Cortek coming along. “My parents wouldn’t discriminate over an entire race because you guys think that they’re dangerous. They could be, but how many wars have we started with the Elves? How many wars have our race started because we didn’t like people being different from us?”

You looked around, you saw the memories that were made there, and you knew that your parents wouldn’t want you to stick around if it meant that you weren’t going to be happy. When you looked back at the elders, who were still gawking at you for your little monologue, you took a breath. “I’m done. I’ll be gone by tonight. Don’t worry about me putting your little port of power in danger.”

Walking to the door, you opened it, motioning towards the outside. “Please leave. I need to pack.”

Some of the elders looked at you like you had two heads, but despite the lecture and disciplinary methods the leader clearly had planned for you, he looked at you solemnly and nodded, leading everyone out of the cottage and shutting the door behind him when he walked out. You were quick to start packing after that, finding what bags you were able to carry yourself and filling one with clothes. You stashed what books you could and emptied out the picture frames before pressing the photos in the books.

You brought one bag down and packed your father’s recipe cards and your mother’s towels and forced yourself to ignore the baskets that belonged to your parents, knowing that you couldn’t bring them with you no matter how much you wanted to. After that, you just focused on the necessities, filling the rest of the second bag with it, and managing to fill a third bag with memories you were afraid to let go, journals you had yet to finish.

It took you a long time to gather the courage to grab the bags and leave. You weighed that it was so much easier to stay than it was to leave, but yet you did. You grabbed your bags, and with a tearful look back at the house that you thought you’d be in forever, you left.

You walked back into the forest, your legs moving slower with the added weight of the bags and the emotions flooding your body, but you make it back to the lake, only to see Cortek pacing. He didn’t seem to notice you until you were almost beside him, his eyes lighting up, before his expression fell when he saw that you had bags with you. “...They didn’t.”

“They didn’t,” you confirmed. “...I did. It didn’t feel right staying in the village.”

He moved to you, grabbing two of the bags from you and carrying them like the weight meant nothing to him. “What’re you doing?”

“Carrying your bags, you’re coming with me,” he said simply, moving one of the bags to the other hand and holding them in one hand so his free one could grab yours. “I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I let you be homeless. I have some space in my hut back at the tribe.”

“You sure? Wouldn’t people react weirdly to you bringing me back?”

“Maybe some, but Aloka is pretty close to the chief and his partner so you’re staying no matter who complains,” he said, and you felt relief fill your heart, nodding.

“Remind me to make her those orange cookies,” you said, a little smile touching your lips despite the situation. He laughed, nodding and leading you to his tribe.

^___________^___________^

Summer turned to Fall and Fall eventually turned to Winter, you grew more at home in Cortek’s tribe than you did the past five years you lived alone in your old village. You essentially became the tribe’s baker, and while you were put together externally, you were internally freaking out, using and abusing your father’s recipe cards to make enough for everyone and then some. But it wasn’t that bad, you got a warm place to live, food, and you didn’t even have to do anything hard, since everyone else treated you like you’d break if you ever lifted an ax to get some firewood.

There was just one, little thing that left you reeling: you were hopeless with your newly gained feelings for Cortek. There was a reason that you always wanted to spend time with him, and gods did you figure out really fast that it wasn’t because you wanted to be good friends with him. Not that you ever complained about staying friends. You were happy being with him no matter what your relationship with him was.

You pulled a cardigan over your body, holding it tightly against your body as you braced yourself and went outside, your feet stepping onto the fortunate light feathering of snow that laid on the ground. You scrunched your nose at the sudden onslaught of cold and you squinted to keep walking, hating yourself for going outside already. You found Cortek outside of the little tavern hut the tribe made when they must’ve settled here. He was talking with a few other Orcs, all of which waved and gave you little smiles before he turned to look down at you, brows furrowing when he saw you in just a cardigan over your clothes. He walked over to you and met you halfway, tipping your head up as he leaned down a little. “Why’re you only wearing that?”

“I don’t have a coat,” you said. “I didn’t go out often when I lived alone.”

He sighed, giving you a concerned glance before he unclipped the fur that rested over his shoulders and put it on you, the cloak warming you instantly, but being a little long for your body. “Wear this then, I have another one in the house.”

“What about you now though?”

“Orcs don’t get that cold,” he explained. “Thicker skin. What’d you need?”

“We’re gonna run outta firewood soon,” you said, pulling the heavy cloak closer to your body. “We only have a few pieces left.”

With a nod, he pulled the hood over your head and stood straight. “Just toss the rest in the pit, I’ll bring some when I get home, you should go back inside, you look like you’re about to turn to ice.”

“Feels like it,” you admitted, but grasped his hand to squeeze it before you went back to the hut and let him return to his chat with his friends.

You tossed the rest of the wood into the fireplace, keeping the cloak on as you settled on one of the large chairs that sat in the little living space just off of the kitchen. It didn’t take long to warm up, but being surrounded by what was essentially a big blanket made you doze off quickly, and you weren’t in the mood to get up to go to your room.

You woke up when the door opened and heavy footsteps followed, eyes cracking open to look up at Cortek as he walked in. He set the firewood down against the wall and glanced over at you, an amused smile on his face when he saw your tired gaze. “Comfortable?”

You hummed, nodding. “Very.”

He chuckled a little and walked over to you before pushing the hood down. “We could get it hemmed for you, if you like it so much.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, but you’ve learned not to fight with him about doing things for you.

“We’re getting it hemmed,” he replied, and that was the end of that. He sat on the other chair in the room, a loud grunt leaving him as he relaxed and leaned into the chair further. There was a beat of silence, but he broke it after a moment, “It’s been nice.”

“What?”

“Having someone else in the house with me…” Your eyes met again and he shrugged. “I’m not the best at being alone.”

Your brows knit together, but you nodded with a little smile. “For all things considered you’re a good roommate, ‘Tek.”

He smiled back. “I try.”

You knew he didn’t have to. As you looked at him, you watched him turn to look up at the ceiling before his eyes shut and you slowly unclipped the cloak off of you, leaving it on the chair as you got off and walked over to him, feeling awkward, not exactly knowing why you were doing what you were doing. “Cortek?”

He cracked his eyes open, jumping a little when you were so much closer than he thought you were. “Gods, Honey, you got close.”

Your face grew warm and you gave him a nervous glance, smile included. “I need to talk to you.”

Concern grew on his face again, and he sat up, nodding. “What about?”

“...Us…I guess? I don’t know…I don’t exactly know what to say.” You bit your lip, took a breath and gave yourself a little nod. “Deny me all you want…no hard feelings or anything, I just…uh- these past couple months I’ve wanted to be more than friends…”

Cortek’s eyes widened a little, and you already regretted saying something about it, but he drew you closer and kissed your forehead, holding your hand and squeezing it. “Aloka owes me five gold.”

“What?” you asked suddenly, only for your own eyes to widen and you slapped his arm. “You knew?!”

“‘Course I did, you’re not exactly subtle. Not like I don’t feel the same anyway, Alo’ just wanted to see if you’d confess or if I would have to. And you did it first so we’re five gold richer.” You narrowed your eyes at him, groaning before pulling your hand away from his.

“You’re ridiculous, Cortek.” He laughed, grasping your arm and tugging you back into him, lifting you so you would sit on his thigh. “You bet on this? Why didn’t you just confess?”

“I was curious to see if you’d last the winter,” he mumbled, planting a kiss on your temple, his tusks pressing against your head. He smiled down at you, and you couldn’t help the smile that came with the sight of his.

You shook your head and leaned into him, pressing your lips against his for a brief moment and tucking your body into his as his arms slipped around your waist. You were wondering why you even thought that the confession would’ve gone poorly, even if he did bet with his sister about it.

And hey, you might’ve gone through an emotional rollercoaster because this man was in your life, but you had him for good now, and you didn’t plan on letting him go.

[eddiesxangel]

Me and You? Together? | Eddie Munson x Best friend Reader

Eddie Munson + You = BFFLS that’s all you’ll ever be… unless?

Cw: Angst? Small fluff, Queer!Eddie, reader uses she/her pronouns, open ending? One mention of the upside down (ikr who am I?)

wc:1.7k

I think the story needs more pages, yes I've been in love with her for ages 🎶

"Oh, you two are just the cutest couple in here." the older waitress with the retro yellow diner dress and apron with a name tag that read Judy, fawned over you and Eddie. However, you were quick to correct her.

"Oh no, no, just best friends," you lightheartedly giggle.

This stung Eddie. Friends. Best Friends. Two decades worth of friendship, and it haunts Eddie. That is all you'll ever be... Best Friends.

Not once had you shown an ounce of interest in being anything more, but Eddie, on the other hand, fell in love with you in stages throughout his life.

When you were three years old, you moved to the trailer park where Eddie and his family lived. Being the only two kids, you were immediately drawn to one another. Eddie remembers that summer, the scorching summer sun beat down mercilessly on the trailer park as you both ran around in your underwear, laughing and shrieking, under the cool spray of the garden hose.

When you were both five, you had a "wedding" and promised one another vows. Eddie always remembered his promise to be your best friend and to always be your best friend. He told you he loved you, and you told him you loved him and sealed it with a small kiss and a slew of giggles. Your parents gushed about how adorable it was and how they couldn't wait for the real thing. Too bad Eddie's parents never would make it to the real thing.

As you both got a little older, around ten years old, you huddled together in your sleeping bags, whispering secrets and sharing stories that only best friends could tell. The sound of your laughter would fill the air, mingling with the chirping of the crickets and the rustling of the leaves. Your makeshift tent made out of bed sheets and sticks would only last so long as a barrier before you got scared of bats and earwigs, but Eddie promised to never let anything hurt you. He held your hand until you fell asleep.

When you and Eddie were twelve, and he struggled with his parents, you lent him your unwavering support and helped him weather the storm. You were his rock, his confidant, his best friend.

Eddie's world had begun to feel unfamiliar and uncertain during that period. Puberty had started to alter his body and yours, for that matter. Eddie saw the changes happening within you and within himself... He noticed how you got more attention from boys as your chest started blossoming and how he also longed for that attention. An ugly feeling would bloom in Eddie's gut and he hated it when the boys would stare at you or talk to you.

But you would never stray too far. Even with your first boyfriend, Eddie didn't understand why he hated the guy so much. He was a nice boy and never picked on Eddie like the others, but for the life of him, Eddie hated his guts. Especially when he would watch him hold your hand or kiss you on the cheek. He wanted that with you, but he also wanted to be you? He was so confused. He, too, wanted to hold your boyfriend’s hand and have him kiss him on the cheek, and that scared him.

Both your emotions lead to changes in the dynamics of your friendship, such as sleepovers. Previously, a fun and carefree activity had become different since it was now mandatory to sleep in separate rooms, a rule both your parents and Eddie's Uncle Wayne agreed upon. Yet, through the difficult times of teenage angst, you both powered through and came out stronger than ever.

When all the shit happened with the upsidedown a little over two years ago, you were at his bedside every day until the visiting hours were over, and the hospital had to physically kick you out; you would be back the second they started up again the next day. That was the last straw for Eddie. He could no longer deny his feelings for you anymore. He was in love with his best friend.

"Oh well, that's too bad; if you ever change your mind, invite me to the wedding, okay?" She smiles and takes your orders to the kitchen.

When the waitress left, Eddie saw his window of opportunity.

"Hey, uh, what if I took you out?" Eddie fiddles with the paper straw wrapper.

"We are out, Stupid." You laugh.

"No, no, I mean, can I take you for a drink?" Eddie was never this anxious around you, and you noticed. Like something in the air had shifted.

"Like a drink?" you raise your brows.

"Uh... yeah." You had never seen Eddie so nervous with you before. Where was this coming from?

"Oh God, I'll have to think... We're friends, Eddie, I don't know? It-it doesn't feel right." This had caught you so off guard.

"It's cool... no, yeah,- I-I was just messin'," he waves off, and your heart alleviates.

"God Eddie! You really had me there." you laugh and Eddie's heart sinks, and you can see him slouch back into the booth. His body language completely shifted.

Fuck, how he hated this; you were the only one who ever made him feel right. You were it for him.

No matter how hard he tried, his mind would always wander back to the same vision of a future with you. He saw the two of you building a beautiful life together in his dreams. He imagined the joy of raising children with you, cooking together in the kitchen, and sharing parenting responsibilities. He could picture himself changing their diapers while you watched with a warm smile.

Visions of you going to the Winter Fair, which was not the most exciting event; he envisioned you, him and your hypothetical child going there every year, enjoying the festivities and watching the colourful lights glow in your eyes. These thoughts filled him with happiness, and he couldn't wait for them to become a reality.

Unfortunately, you have shot down any possibility of being more than friends with Eddie, not to hurt him but because you only see him as a friend. Never once had it ever crossed your mind to see Eddie as anything more. Honestly, you questioned his sexuality over the years.

One memory, in particular, flashed in your brain as you pondered on the possibility of Eddie being serious or just taking the piss?

"Eddie, what are you doing?" You walked into your bedroom to see Eddie standing in the middle of your room, facing your full-length mirror.

"Oh, me? I liked your dress and wanted to see what it would look like on me? Kinda badass, no? Some may even say... metal?"

You can't help but laugh.

“Ed’s, you can’t even do it up; you’re going to rip it!”

“You’re being a hater… Imagine! Me on stage shredding to Ozzy in this?" He gestures to your floral church dress, which he’s paired with his black Converse all-stars. He’s always been flamboyant.

You can't help but roll your eyes. Your mom just bought you this dress.

“What, Sunshine?” He smirks.

“Ed’s, are you?-Is there something you want to tell me?” You bite your lip, not wanting him to freak out.

“You know me, sunshine! I’m just me,” he twirled and showed off his boxers.

“Okay, but if you ever wanna tell me anything, I’ll be here for you.”

“I know.” He smiled.

Sometimes, you wondered about Eddie... He never fully came out to you, and you never pressured him to do so because you loved him regardless. You wouldn’t ever have a chance with him; he’s your platonic soul mate. Sure, he’s handsome if you like that bad boy-leather-metalhead thing, but who’s to say you were even his type? You were a girl.

When Eddie asked you out just now, you had no idea how to take it? He’s him, and you are you… you’ve been attached at the hip forever, but never did you think you’d cross the threshold? Did he want to cross it? Did you want to cross it?

He was so nervous as he asked you. His hands wouldn’t stop fiddling, and he fumbled his words. His breath got all gaspy, like when he was trying to brush off something that bothered him. Maybe he was being serious?

“Ed’s?”

“Yea?” You saw a glimmer of hope behind his eyes.

“Don’t you like… boys? I’ve never seen you-“

“It’s okay- lots of people think I’m gay, but it’s cool, right? We’re friends! Why would it not be?”

“No, no, of course, but you’ve-you’ve never been with a girl or at least that I know of? So I never thought… Really? Me and you? Together?”

“No, you wouldn’t have thought.” He bit back bitterly. “I know, I’m queer; you know I’ve always been different.”

“Ed’s, I’m sorry I just- I never thought of you like that because I’m a girl…”

“Ask me, Sunshine.”

“Ask you what?”

“You know.”

“Do you like girls?” You spit out.

“No, sunshine, I like you.”

“But you-"

“I know how I am!” He raised his voice. He never raised his voice. Not at you. “I don’t like conformity and social norms, and sure, I like men, and sure, I like to dress up in your clothes and like to put on your makeup, but fuck, I especially like it because that stuff belongs to you, I do it because I love you.” There he said it, finally he felt like the 100lb weight had been lifted off of his chest.

“Ed’s-“

“No! I love you, and I do it because I like it and to be close to you because you’re my whole world, sunshine, and if I can’t have you, I don’t know what I will do.” He reached out for your hand across the table, and you let him take it. Your fingers intertwine.

It was quiet for a moment. You needed to process. Things between you won’t be the same after this.

“Talk to me, Sunshine?”

“I just never thought this was an option between us, Eddie. I need time.

“I’ll wait for you; I’ve waited this long.”

You only stay in silence for a moment before Judy comes back around.

“Okay, kiddos, 2 burgers and fries, enjoy.” The waitress smiles and places your meal in front of you.

“Excuse me, Judy?” you call out.

“Yes, darling?” She turns back with a smile

“Can we see the drink menu?” You chide

“Coming right up”

[koishiro]

# - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : after meeting megumi’s dad, you’ll experience a night at the lake you’ll never forget

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dilf!toji x non-virgin!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with the tiniest plot ever

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cumming inside (readers on bc), oral (male receiving), cheating (toji’s married)

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is in a different universe where toji isn’t a complete dick to megumi and is a responsible parent (shocking I know) but still doesn’t completely get along with megs

Part 1 | 2 | 3

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He was the first guy to ever get his cock to that place in the back of my mouth where it can slip into my throat.

It was an exhilarating discovery, learning there's a whole new thing out there to try and do. I was surprised no one had tried this with me before, from what I can gather after the fact it seems very popular with men, but they're too intimidated to try it in real life, or at least initiate it.

My friend, Nobara, had a lake house (which was really open to anyone, giving access to fishermen and, like us, a spot for hookups) about an hour away from our school. We'd go there a few times through the years with our group of friends which usually revolved around myself, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and whatever guys we were dating/crushing on at that time and spend the weekend playing drinking games and daring each other to go skinny dipping. It was every students dream.

I'd met Megumi’s dad a few times since I'd known him. I met him the same day I met ‘Gumi, walking past his dorm I saw his dad lugging heavy furniture into his dorm, sweaty and attractive — in a rugged, masculine way. I had found out later that his name was Toji.

"Has anyone ever told you your dad is really hot?" I asked Megumi when we were both sat crossed-legged on his bed that night, figuring a little salacious question asking would bond us, "Ha ha, are you one of those girls? I don't get the whole "hot dad" thing. They're just old.”

Figuring I had hit a sore spot, It was the last conversation we had about him, but it definitely wasn't the last time I thought about him. I always made sure to dress my best when I knew he was stopping by. Little dresses only a freshman would wear, low cut tank tops and once — when I was especially bored — a sheer white t-shirt with no bra underneath because, "whoops" I had just rolled out of bed.

It was a fun game to play but I didn't think he ever noticed, or at least he never really acknowledged me until one of those debaucherous weekends when ‘Gumi and his dad got their messages crossed and we all ended up at the lake house together. At first it was uncomfortable when we arrived and saw the trucks, Toji was there accompanied by some other men. They had planned a weekend for drinking. But, Toji gave us a wink and told us to stay on the lower level and he'd stay out of our way. Everyone felt relieved and told ‘Gumi how lucky he was to have a "cool" dad. But I felt something else when Toji winked at us.

That night, after many, many drinks I found myself wandering out to the dock. Everyone else had passed out, but I was wide awake. I saw Toji approaching me from the windy path down the hill from the cabin, two bottled beers in one hand. He handed one to me wordlessly, searching my eyes for something — the reason I was awake and alone maybe.

We stood there silently until he stepped forward and brushed my hair off my face, "You're a beautiful girl, (name), don't think that goes unnoticed" I blushed, could he tell I was harboring a crush on him? Did he notice the way I jerked slightly at his touch, nervous about my body's powerful response to it?

"Thanks Toji," I said, taking a swig of my beer and looking at the moonlight reflecting over the waves. When I dared to make eye contact with him again I realized he hadn't moved, he was still watching me intently. Did this mean — before I could finish my thought, he was on me, one hand placed very firmly on my lower back the other in my hair as he kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth before I knew what was happening, tracing mine. I had the urge to wrap my legs around him, but there was nowhere to balance on this dock.

"Come up to my bedroom" It was a request, but it was also a statement, he was sure of my answer.

I giggled when we crossed the threshold and closed the door behind us. It wasn't just that when he grinned and you could see the wrinkles around his eyes, it wasn't just the physical attraction. It was his demeanor, it was that he was a real live man, not a flimsy college boy. This was going to be a different kind of hook-up.

"You're married," I reminded him, not particularly pleased about remembering this detail myself.

"I can keep a secret," he said, closing his mouth on mine again, and backing us to the bed.

He removed all my clothing fairly quickly and laid on top of me, fully clothed. The rough textures rubbing against my bare skin felt incredible. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he rasped out. "I've waited for a very long time”

I wanted to prove that I was worth it, all this risk. So I reached up and felt him through his pants, staring longingly into his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head as I unbuckled, unzipped, and released a very healthy looking cock.

I slid off the bed and onto the floor to get a better angle and he stood over me, gathering my hair behind my head as I started blowing him. I looked up at him and was rewarded with a face that was most definitely in ecstasy as I took him in my mouth.

He held my head down on his cock while I took him in deeply. This was a move widely hated by every woman I knew, but it was usually performed by dumb frat-type boys. But Toji was no boy, he knew what he was doing, he was looking out for me and making the experience short — just long enough to add a bit of excitement. When he pulled out of me he gave me his all too cocky grin and leaned down to kiss me, “I knew you'd be good at this”

He pulled me up and walked me over to a dresser placed underneath a large window. I could still see the moonlight on the lake as he bent me over it. Was it really just a few moments ago we were nearly strangers on that dock together? I was brought back to reality by Toji spreading my legs further apart and pushing my upper back down until my bare breasts were pressed against its cool surface and I felt him enter me.

"Oh my god..." I couldn’t help but moan as he thrusted into me. He shushed me by placing his hand over my mouth for a moment as he picked up speed. My moan was apparently too loud but he was willing to risk the loud sound it made as he slapped my ass over and over, groaning and filling me with his cock. I couldn't believe how turned on this was making me. I was no virgin but I'd never experienced sex like this — it wasn't awkward or embarrassing or rushed. I was very aware that I was getting fucked by a Man, not "fooling around" with a boy.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked and when I answered yes he cooed, "good girl, my good girl" The sound of that phrase coming out of his mouth sent me over the edge and I felt myself spasming around his cock as I released myself into my orgasm, even enjoying the sensation of a bit of extra liquid rolling down my thigh.

He was still thrusting into me rhythmically, alternating between kneading my breasts and grabbing — and slapping — my ass. I hadn't had sex last this long before and I loved being able to savor the feeling. "I'm getting close," he groaned and I tensed my body up, holding my place more firmly so that he could get deeper inside me as he unloaded his semen into me.

"You're so good at this, but I can tell you're just a beginner," He began as we laid on his bed to rest. I laughed, it was true. I had this fantasy about being a girl who gave amazing head and being really good at all the sex stuff, like some kind of femme fatale men couldn't resist. "I can sense you want to learn though” I nodded in agreement. I could play out this crush and learn what would drive my next actual boyfriend wild — who wouldn't want to kill those two birds with one stone?

And so, I began a year-long affair with Toji. We'd sneak away for a weekend when I said I was visiting my parents and meet at the lake house for lessons — how to stimulate differently for a long or a slow blow job, which positions let him get in the deepest while still providing some kind of external stimulation for me, how to prepare for and receive anal, how to lie with my head falling off the edge of the bed and allow him to push his cock into my throat (without choking). Occasionally I just gave him head while he drove me around, careful not to drive anywhere too well-lit or populated.

Now, how was I to tell Megumi?

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Part 1 | 2 | 3

[your-unfriendlyghost]

2 questions about the top gun AU thing cause I wanna eat it

Do you think there’s anything specific that would bring Steve and Maverick closer or do you think it kind of just happens? Or does it not happen at all

Does Steve ever tell Maverick about his dad? If he does how does that get received?

Good questions man, thanks so much for asking!!

1- I think it happens slowly over time- there’s a lot that causes it to happen though. Little things that pile up, on both ends. Like Maverick noticing little things that remind him of himself as a 17 year old, Soda talking to Mav and reporting to Steve that Mav’s actually pretty cool, Goose hanging back with Steve during aviator nights out and telling him a bit about Mav’s backstory-

“His dad disappeared when he was a kid, and his momma- your ma- ran out on him real soon after- he never had a real good parent…But he’s trying his best. He’s not used to being an authority- hell, he’s pretty used to rebelling against it. He’s figuring it out, and he’s gonna mess up…but he’s trying his best, just so you know.” (I’d word it better if this were like. Serious writing but this is more like an outline I guess lol)

And then Steve just sorta processes that. He knew Mav had more to him than he showed Steve, but now that Steve actually has context for why Mav is the way he is, Steve can’t quite make himself hate the guy anymore. He doesn’t like him either because of this, but he starts to maybe see Mav as a person rather than just a roadblock in the way of his goal of getting back to Tulsa.

Also, I think weirdly a fight between Mav and Steve should be the final catalyst for them getting along better. Like Steve goes out and does something stupid and dangerous, like a drag race or getting drunk or something, and Mav comes to bail him out- but Mav also gets mad at him. Very mad at him.

So Steve gets angry too, and says something along the lines of “You’re not my dad or even my real brother, so quit acting like you are!”

And then Mav remembers having said some very similar words to Goose back when they first became friends, and suddenly sees Steve’s perspective better than he has since meeting him. And he says as much- something like “Oh…that’s…Jesus, kid, I said the same thing when I was just about your age…”

From there, Mav can actually see how Steve is a lot like himself, and Steve can too. They still butt heads over things, but with more of a mutual understanding and more actual care for each other.

Plus they’re both into a lotta the same things so once Steve stops being stubborn they bond over that (yk, being adrenaline junkies, liking cars/planes/motorcycles, even having similar insecurities )

2- Steve probably does? Maybe?

When they first meet and Steve’s being rebellious and annoying, I could see him mentioning being kicked out of the house a lot as like. A brag. Like “look I’m real tough, I grew up on the streets”

But later on, once they’re closer, I could kinda see him delving more into his real feelings about it? Idk, Steve seems pretty emotionally…aware, I guess, so I think he knows to an extent that some (not much mind you but some) of his bravado is a front. And under the right circumstances I could see him talking about it with people-I mean in the book, even Ponyboy, a kid Steve doesn't really like, knows about Steve's feelings towards his dad.

Idk if he'd talk about it with Mav though unless Mav told him something vulnerable first. And I don't think Mav would tell him many real vulnerable things, at least not unprompted.

I dunno, speaking from my own perspective as a guy, the only times I really talk about vulnerable subjects are with my best (and I mean BEST) buddy…or girls/women, like my sister, grandmother, and ma. Not much to other guys, especially not to other guys who I compete with the way Steve does with Mav. It can kinda feel like acknowledging you have vulnerable feelings makes you weak. I mean it doesn't obviously, but that's kinda how it feels, I guess? So I honestly dunno if Steve would ever tell Mav about his dad.

That said, I think Steve would tell Goose and/or Carole about his dad lol

[blues824]

Hello may I request twisted wonderland 1st years reacting to ciel! g/n reader calling Sebastian to fight overblots?

Yes you can! Btw, Ciel is 13 I believe, so reader will be 13 and all of this will be platonic.

Ace Trappola

You were always very rude to him, especially when he ran his mouth longer than he should have. Plus, you never covered for him. How could you have this much audacity? To be fair, you were 13. Ouch, you just slapped him for making that comment.

You eventually get closer through the unbirthday parties and bond over some tea. He always pours it for you and makes sure you get some sweets. However, he likes to act as your older brother and doesn’t allow you to have too many sweets. You act like you’re constantly annoyed by him, but you actually are fond of the idea of having a ‘normal’ sibling for once.

When Riddle overblots, his first instinct is to protect you. You, however, had a smirk on your face. It made Ace think that you had seen this coming and were prepared for it. You whispered, “Sebastian, I am here.” The first year was about to ask what you said when a demon appeared out of nowhere and started fighting Riddle.

You sat on a chair, crossing one leg over the other while propping your head up with your arm on the chair’s arm. You had a devious smile on your face, and in the matter of a few seconds the demon was right by your side again and Riddle was on the ground. Ace, trembling, asked the question, “who are you and how did you do that?” to the demon.

You and the demon had similar expressions. He responded with, “I am the butler of the Phantomhive household. These types of things are within my repertoire. I am one hell of a butler after all.” Welp, Ace is now out cold on the ground. Congratulations.

Deuce Spade

Mans would probably ask you for help on his homework. You’ve been in Twisted Wonderland for a very short time and you still knew more about the material than he did. He was struggling for real. You didn’t have a problem with it, as long as he didn’t belittle you for being so young like Tweedle-Dumb (Ace) did often.

You actually become close very quickly. Again, he acts as a very protective older brother. He will make sure that you know your way around, that you have an inhaler on your person, and that you always have your cane to help you around. If anyone makes fun of you for it, he will gladly give them a knuckle sandwich.

When Riddle overblots, he goes to pull you behind him. What he doesn’t notice is that you go back even further, grab a chair, and sit down gracefully as you watch the chaos unfold. If Deuce had looked back, he would have been reminded of a king on his throne by the way you were sitting.

You had a confident smirk as you whispered Sebastian’s name. Said demon emerged out of thin air and greeted you calmly. The entire battle was paused out of pure shock. After serving you a cup of tea, your butler grabbed a few silver utensils off the tables and threw them at the overblotted victim.

Within a few seconds, Riddle was defeated. Sebastian had to introduce himself to everyone, and Deuce was just shocked. Since when have you made a deal with a demon?? You explained that you had made a deal with your current butler so that he would help you find whoever killed your parents in exchange for your soul. A 13 year old had to go through so much? 

Jack Howl

You both didn’t get to really know each other until you figured out that Leona and Ruggie were the ones sabotaging the other teams and getting their star players injured. You brought your suspicions to Jack, and he confirmed them.

Alongside each other, you both worked to spoil the lion and hyena’s plans. However, everything went downhill. Diasomnia was in the lead by a multitude of points, and Savanaclaw was in second place. That pissed Leona off, to say the least.

When Leona overblots, Jack’s first response is to jump in front of you since you had no magic. However, you shook your head in pure amusement and whispered something to yourself. He was about to ask you to repeat yourself when he saw a silhouette in the sky, going straight for his Housewarden.

Once the lion was defeated, Sebastian (the silhouette) introduced himself properly after making a small scene about forgetting his manners. The expression on your face made it seem like this was normal to you, and that was very concerning to Jack. This guy even smelled shady, but you made a deal with him anyway?

From then on, the three of you got closer as a ‘friend’ group. You didn’t really put a label on your unexpected friendship, you were more acquaintances that would call upon each other for help. Plus, you both are the only ones at NRC with common sense, so have fun!

Epel Felmier

You didn’t get the chance to become close, but you both related to each other. You both were constantly called ‘adorable’ and it pissed the both of you off. However, you had a more sophisticated approach, while Epel always solved the problem with his fists.

You are invited to Pomefiore from time to time, so that is how you grew closer to Epel. You were a positive influence on him, deemed so by Vil himself. You knew how to act elegantly and like a person of status, so the Housewarden was glad to have you around. 

When Vil overblots, Epel is scared. He has never witnessed this and had to face it in person. However, you seemed to be confident. In fact, you sat yourself in Vil’s throne and whispered the name Sebastian Michaelis while reaching up and taking off your eye patch. The purple-haired first year is very confused until he sees a figure packing Vil up like he was taking him on vacation.

Within a few moments, Vil was on the ground and the figure was making sure you were alright and unscathed. Epel came over and asked who the heck he was, at which you rolled your eyes and Sebastian ‘smiled’ and gave his classic and iconic introduction. 

You made a deal with a demon?? Oh, hell no. He has seen too many horror movies for this. You, however, being as smart as you are, assured Epel that it was a very fair deal. You only wanted to catch your parents’ killers and Sebastian would get your soul. Like Ace, he faints out of shock.

Sebek Zigvolt

How did Crowley think letting in a literal child was a good idea? Let’s not forget about the fact that you don’t have magic either. You were also sickly. It’s literally the worst case scenario for you. The amount of times you have had shouting matches with each other is unfathomable.

He is that annoying older sibling who leaves the door open, and you can’t tell me any differently. He acts like he’s the boss simply because he’s older, until he realizes that your wit rivals even Malleus’s. Even Lilia has a hard time competing against you. That’s when it clicks: maybe you weren’t totally horrible…

When Leona overblotted, he was there on the field with everyone else. He spotted you standing still in the midst of people much bigger than you running past you. You took a seat on a nearby bench that was on the field and whispered something. The half-fae was too far away to hear what you had said, but he can see the smirk you had.

Within a few moments, Leona was brought to his knees and a man dressed in a suit was standing above the overblot victim. Sebek was just shocked. Then, you called out to the man (who he now learned is Sebastian) and you talked to him as though he were an employee.

Sebek walked over and asked who or what the guy standing next to you was. After Sebastian’s magnificent introduction, you explained that he was a demon that you had employed under a Faustian contract. You even removed your eye patch to show the mark. The poor crocodile was on the verge of fainting.

[moonlit-midnight]

Secret Night Rendezvous

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech.

Genre: AU, Platonic Fluff, Friendship.

Summary: Wherein the nurse who’s in charge of you caught you in your secret little date with your two best friends.

Warnings:

Reader is a female and has an illness.

Set in the real world and the boys are humans.

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Upon feeling a heavy weight resting on your delicate shoulders, you stirred slightly in your hospital bed.

You didn’t need to check what was weighing on you because this had been occurring for the past two weeks since you were hospitalized.

Leaning on you were your best friends, Azul on your right and Jade on your left, comfortably snuggled against you.

“Seriously guys, will it kill you both if you sleep at home?” Letting out a groan, you slowly fluttered your droopy eyes open.

“Yes, it would. It’s a heinous crime sleeping at home these days.” Jade lifted his head, glancing at you.

“Hah! Very funny.” You scoffed at his dramatic response.

“Jade and I know how much you hate it when you’re here all by yourself.” Azul stated, smiling softly at you. “We informed your parents that we’ll be looking after you this evening.”

Upon hearing Azul’s remark, you returned a big smile and engulfed him into a hug.

He knew you too well.

“Don’t I get a hug too?”

Pulling away from the blue-eyed boy, you turned to your left side.

The sight of your other best friend pouting like a whiny child was absolutely adorable causing you to burst into giggles.

Jade might appear intimidating due to his misleading standoffish aura, but he was actually a gentle being.

His soft side and sweet affection was only reserved for his family and closest friends, especially you.

“Of course you do, big baby.” Chuckling lightly, you wrapped your arms around him in one of your warm hugs.

Jade returned the hug, but he didn’t give you his usual tight hug.

He had been very careful when holding you whether it was you embracing him first and vice versa.

Recently he noticed how a little bit exhausted you became, and it honestly pained him to hold you in that state.

“Are you afraid I might break?” Noticing Jade’s stiff body, you withdrew from your long hug, a teasing spark glimmering in your eyes.

“What? No, I just…” The teal-haired boy stuttered, lowering his gaze.

Laughing shortly, you landed a friendly punch on his sturdy shoulder.

Jade was notorious for masking his bewildered expressions very well.

Up to this day, seeing him a flustered wreck and a stuttering mess was truly a funny sight to behold.

“Our dear friend isn’t weak.” Azul ruffled your disheveled hair fondly.

He then got up from the bed, motioning you and Jade to follow his lead.

“Are we going on a secret date?” You grinned, face lit up with glee.

“Yeah, let’s go on a little adventure before you sleep.”

“Are you sure about this?” Jade asked, voice laced with worry.

“I took a long nap in the afternoon, so I’ll be fine. We won’t be gone for long anyway.” You assured him with a kiss on his cheek.

After the two boys helped you wear your shoes, Azul covered your head with his scarf while Jade wrapped his oversized jacket on you, hoping not to be seen by any passing medical staff.

Fortunately nobody payed attention to you, and the boys were able to distract the guards, so it was another successful sneak out.

Once outside the hospital, you linked your arms with your friends and together you ventured into the quietness of the night.

★ —

You were a nineteen year old patient, diagnosed with Leukemia at the age of seventeen.

You surely were a strong young lady, a fighter, capable of looking after yourself, but sometimes you needed to be taken care of.

Although you felt like a burden, your two best friends always assured you that you weren’t a deadweight.

They actually liked looking after you and taking care of your wellbeing.

After all, Azul and Jade weren’t just your longtime close friends.

They were a family to you, a happy one at that.

★ —

��Try this one.” Azul handed you a wavy, ash blonde wig.

Until now it was still fresh in his memory when you told him during your elementary days that you wish to dye your hair ash blonde once you reached high school, but due to your illness, you didn’t have the chance to do it.

You were losing some hair, so you took advantage of wearing wigs.

They looked good on you, and you could simply pull off any color especially the natural ones.

“Aww,” You eyed the wig with a sentimental look.

“It’s the only color you haven’t tried yet, and you always wished to dye your hair ash blonde.” Azul smiled warmly before putting the wig on your head.

After adjusting it properly and tying it into a cute messy bun, you headed to the accessory section where Jade was waiting.

“Look at yourself, you gorgeous woman! Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?” Jade shot you a boyish grin, adoration twinkling in his beautiful eyes.

You playfully slapped his arm, smiling in delight at his comment.

“Sit, I want to try these on you.” Jade gestured you to sit on the stool situated next to the showcase of various hair accessories.

However, before he could put one of the pretty hairpins on your wig, a figure towered behind you.

“Well well, if you aren’t on another nightly escape for the third time this week, where else could you be?” A middle-aged woman said in a low yet intimidating voice.

The three of you turned around only to be met by the stern nurse who was in charge of you.

None of you were surprised of getting caught.

The nurse was aware of your big love for hair accessories, so no doubt she knew that you were in the store located nearby the hospital.

“She’s not escaping, Miss. We’re on a night adventure.” Azul scowled.

“Don’t provoke her and just run.” You muttered, grabbing the two boys towards the exit.

The nurse chased after you, but she was no way near catching you.

The three of you were very fast, given the fact that you used to be soccer players at school during your elementary years.

The boys found it strange how the strict nurse witnessed your little shenanigans a few times, but she never reported it to anyone.

She let you be because she knew how tiring it was being cooped up in your room all day long.

★ —

Azul and Jade were having the best time of their lives being chased.

You were getting a little tired. Your limbs felt like jelly noodles, but you didn’t complain at all.

You were actually having fun too and enjoying the thrilling excitement.

You ran like you owned the long hospital hallways.

With the two boys holding you firmly, you felt like you were flying and their supporting hands were like a pair of wings.

“I don’t like getting in trouble, but I don’t mind getting in trouble with you.” You smiled at Azul and Jade, your heart brimming with joy.

Out of all the not-so-secret nightly dates you had with them nearby the hospital, this one was your favorite.

Call it a misadventure or whatever, at least your two favorite boys in the world were by your side and that’s all what mattered.

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies- Tommy Shelby

Chapter 1: ‘Misty Memory’

Warnings in this chapter: Alcohol consumption, hints at previous marriage/divorce

Masterlist

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No one said being a single mother was easy.

You knew it would never be easy. You and your husband had recently divorced after being married for ten years. When you first met him you were sixteen and you were completely infatuated by the London man, who was at least four years older than you, but alas you won his heart the second he laid his eyes on you. When you turned seventeen you got married right away. He even moved to Birmingham for you because at the time you could not bare leaving your family just yet, and right away your marriage was consummated. You had your first daughter within that same year, Elizabeth was her name and she resembled her father with her blue-green eyes and tan skin. But you, she had your breath-taking smile. After having Elizabeth you were both happy and delighted to finally start your family but having a child at such a young age was not ideal, especially right after getting married, but it was inevitable.

Handling one child was easy enough, especially with the help of your family. Your parents home was just up the road, so help came easily whenever you needed it. But after witnessing the real dangers of Birmingham your husband decided to move back to London. Much to your dismay he thought it would be best if he had his daughter, his only daughter, grew up in a place that wasn't 'ridden with shit'. Even though you thought London was just as bad. Around two years later you found out you were pregnant again. Your second child and first son was born. Henry was a carbon copy of yourself. Everything down to your eyes, your nose, the way your skin blushes easily. He of course had your husbands dark hair and plump lips. After Henry was born you noticed how much harder it was to look after two children on your own. At the time, Elizabeth was just turning two and was begging for your attention at every burning second while simultaneously disobeying every every word, and Henry was still a newborn and cried for your attention and warmth. You were exhausted at the end of everyday and easily irritated. You could not keep a steady job for yourself for too long as to your husbands request to keep your family safe. You sat at home, alone most of the time, and cared for the screaming children.

When the two got a bit older, being a mother became easier, but it was nothing compared to the marriage you so desperately tried to fix. The drift was evident once you told him your were expecting Henry. For years the marriage was falling apart and by the time you had requested the divorce, the children were already old enough to eavesdrop in on your arguments, hearing the harsh things you both would shout at each other, and it riddled you with guilt knowing they experienced that.

It was the year 1926, and just a year ago you moved yourself back to Birmingham in a slightly better area than the one you grew up in. The children come to visit you every week or so after agreeing with your now ex-husband to trade them off between Birmingham and London.

You were quickly running through the muddy streets on the way to the schoolhouse, hoping your children weren't too late,

"Shit, come on Henry!" You call, holding their school satchels over your shoulder.

"I'm coming I'm coming!" The seven year old trailing behind and trying his best to catch up. Once you made it to the entrance of the school, you hand them their bags, kneeling down a bit to get a better look at their faces.

"Have a great day, your father is picking you up after school," You were slightly out of breath, holding their faces in your hands. "I'll pick you up next week, good-bye my loves," You say, finally catching your breath and standing up.

"Bye mum!" Elizabeth waves while holding her brothers hand.

"Bye mummy!" Henry flashes you a smile and trips over his feet as Elizabeth pulls him inside and through the doors. A heavy sigh leaves your mouth as you turn to walk back towards the shop you own. You were a baker, by far the best baker in Birmingham, and it was an extremely busy day, just as you had suspected. The closer it is to the holidays the more customers you got. Day by day they came in to purchase hot coffee or tea with a freshly baked pastry on the side. It was the middle of your shift, after the usual lunch rush, a familiar face decided to ease your tension and brighten up your day.

"Evening (y/n),"

"Esme, it's so great to see you!" You smile as you wipe your hands clean with a wet cloth and approach her. Esme was your closest friend and has known you the longest, ever since you were children. When she found out that you were back in Birmingham she was ecstatic and made the trip to visit you as often as she could.  

"Had to visit my favorite baker in all of England," She laughed. You roll your eyes as you give her a tight hug, minding the flour on your apron.

"Right, almost didn't make it today," You shook your head as you locked the front door, flipping the handmade sign that stated, "Restocking pastries, be back in 1 hour". You pull out a chair and sat across from Esme, the small wooden table between you.

"What happened this time?" She asked with a sigh, as you quickly stood up to retrieve two cups for tea.

"He forgot to pick up the kids this morning," You said, trying to focus on not spilling the piping hot herbal tea. You took the light steps back to the table to set them down. She silently thanks you with a nod as she grabs the cup by the handle.

"I don't know what he's doing, but he's been so busy or so he claims...so busy he can't even remember to pick up his fucking kids, the kids he claimed he still wanted to see every week!" your voice elevated a bit and your brows stern as you angrily stare into your cup pf tea, the steam billowing lightly into the air.

"(Y/n), relax love you're going to make yourself sick again," Esme held your hand with a concerned look painted on her face.

"I know I'm sorry...," After taking a long deep breath you close your eyes, taking a small sip of the bitter tea.

"I know, it's not easy running from here to London and back with no help from him, especially when you have a bakery to run,"

"Sorry...um," You blinked and shook your head slightly. "What have you been up to?" You ask, a small smile slowly forming on your lips. 

"Me family," She lets out a groan and rubs her temples.

"Oh? What did they say this time?" You quirk a brow and hold the cup up to your lips, taking an intriguing sip as you await her answer.

"They think I'm too 'wild'" She laughs. "Whatever the fuck that means...ah fuck 'em," You two shared a small laugh.

"They talk about getting me to marry but I would rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon," She joked.

"If the man is rich then you would not be complaining,"

"Rich and old...sooner or later he'd kick the bucket and I'd live happily as a widow with everything in my name!"

Your conversation with Esme ended shortly when you noticed a couple of potential customers checking the sign and walking away in disappointment.

"Shit, gotta get back to work," You stood up and went around the counter to retrieve a basket with a maroon colored cloth draped over it.

"Right, I'll be of then," Esme stood up as well and dusted herself off, looking up when you stood in front of her once again, handing her the basket.

"I made these for your family, I remembered to add more apple dumplings this time since you told me the littles favored them," She gasped, her eyes went wide as she lifted the cloth to look inside at the array of pastries you provided for her.

"Oh! Thank you, Love!" She cheered and pulled you into a tight hug.

"You get home safe, I'll see you soon?" You pulled away and held her arms.

"Ah, they'll love this...they always loved your treats, thank you so much...how would I ever replay-"

"No no shh," You hold a finger up to her lips, causing her to chuckle. "As long as you're my friend, you won't ever have to repay me Esme," She pouted before silently nodding, figuring it was useless to argue with you. When she took her leave you immediately got back to work and made sure to take the sign out of the window and unlock the doors so customers can come in, welcoming them in the warm and fuzzy setting compared to the harsh cold streets outside.

After you sold all of the baked goods you had set out and prepared the new ones to make in the morning, you locked up and went home. Your home was spacious of course but it felt so lonely without your children running around and wreaking havoc to fill up the space. You were sitting on your vanity chair, brushing out the curls in your hair and wiping off the access flour and sweat from your brow. With a heavy and extremely bored sigh, you bit the inside of your cheek. It was a Friday night after all. There weren't very many things to do as a single woman besides drinking at the pubs to meet possible suitors and there was one pub you have always wanted to go to.

The Garrison.

It was and infamous pub that had everyone buzzing about it ever since it opened. You heard so many stories and rumors about the place and the events that happen within it. Naturally, you just had to see it for yourself. You took a quick shower to freshen up and got yourself ready for the night out. Curling your hair and applying a new face of make-up. The rouge dusted your cheeks and stained your lips, the perfect shade of a blush red to match the perfect dress. It was a wine red shade and decorated in sequence and studs that shine under the light. Rolling up your stockings and clasping on your heels you take a look in the mirror at yourself. The pearl earrings and matching necklace were a tasteful touch and finally you threw your coat on and exited your home.

The moment you stepped through the doors you were met with drunken shouting, loud music, alcohol, and heavy cigar smoke. It took you a minute to take everything in completely. It took everything in you to not turn away and go home, but you decided to stay. You needed a break to enjoy yourself for once and you haven't been out to a pub in years.

You deserved a little fun here and there.

You pushed your way through the crowd of people, who were mostly men, to get an empty seat at the bar. The numerous intoxicated men fawning over your very existence, trying to take a peak at the new mysterious lady at The Garrison by herself of all places, and it certainly didn't go unnoticed by you. You turned a blind eye to it as it made your cheeks burn at the new found spot light and attention that fueled your confidence. Hurrying to an empty bar stool as you slip off your coat, it slid off your shoulders with ease as you were approached by a busy barmaid.

"What'll ya have, Love?" She asked. Her brunette hair tied into a messy up-do. You hesitate as your eyes scan the selection of alcohol behind her.

"Um..." In all honesty, you had no idea what to get. You weren't keen on drinking alcohol often.

"Have her try the whiskey, Mary," A deep voice says from your right. All you saw was the man's arm pointing aimlessly at the barmaid, just over your shoulder.

"Right, Mr. Shelby,"

[thisfanisgonesorry]

I'd love to request some Junkrat dreaming about his parents, especially his Mum

And how proud they are of him

Give me the feels!

started writing this fic the second u sent it (sorry tf2 fans) cos ive been brainrotting on my sweet boy augh anyway, made this junkrat/you fic just so i could work it into my sleepy time fics and also cos .. youll see

tags: fluff, light angst, sleepy time fic number 3, comfort,, heavily based off shit i grew up w as a kid in australia, paranormal ghost shii, genderneutral reader, open interpretation,, weird pov thing oops

heavily inspired by these 3 clips just in case ur interested :-) (spoiler warnings obv)

[game of tones] [bobs burgers] [tf2 comic #5, old wounds]

<3<3<3

He woke up in his childhood home, he furrowed his eyes at the surroundings and sat up, confused at how he fell asleep on the couch, and the TV buzzed from the heat. The kids channel was inactive as it tended to be late at night. He was remembering things that he hadn’t seen in years. He sat up and went to wobble his way around the building before both feet landed on the carpet.

He paused, noticing both legs in tact, then realising his arm was too. “It’s a dream.” He said plainly, realising what was happening. He began to make his way towards the kitchen, the bright light seeping down the hallway and into the dark lounge room.

“Jamison!” The tall blonde woman called out to him.

“...Ma?” He looked at her confused and she handed him a plate full of meat and vegetables.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, tea was about to go cold.” She smiled warmly at him, all he could really do was smile weakly back. “Something the matter?”

“Uh.. Nah, nah.” He hesitated.

He’d dreamed of his mother before but not quite to this much extent. Not this much detail, it was uncanny how real it felt. 

“Dinner looks good.”

She placed her plate of food on the bench and put a hand on his face. “You look so grown up.” She frowned at him slightly.

“What?” He was taken back and put his plate on the bench too.

“How long has it been?”

He froze for a minute. “Close to fifteen years.” She kept rubbing her thumb over his cheek before he pulled her hand away.

“That’s a long time.” She laughed softly. “What’s happened?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged casually. “Not much.. Lost my leg.. Lost my arm.. Survived the Omnic Crisis.”

She grabbed his now in-tact amputated arm and ran her hands over his forearm. “That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.” 

He was a little uneasy about how she somehow knew which arm was gone. They just stood there in silence for a long period of time.

“Is this real?” Jamie laughed awkwardly. “It’s just a dream, right?”

She looked up at him and a moment’s silence passed over them and a sense of knowing filled the air. 

“I’ve missed you.” She said softly.

“I’ve missed you too but how.. How are you..?”

“I bet you’ve done great things since I’ve been gone.”

He pressed his lip into a fine line at her changing the topic but then frowned at the knowledge that she would not be proud of her son if she knew of all the awful things he’s done.

“I don’t know about that..”

“What have you been up to?” She responded casually, as if making small talk with a friend you see once a month.

“I’m a criminal now.” He shrugged with a nervous laugh. “I make a lot of money and.. It makes me happy, I’ve met a lot of good people through it. I’ve travelled the world.” He rambled a little, almost like he was trying to sell a product.

“If it makes you happy, then I’m proud of you.” She sounded faintly disappointed yet still felt genuinely proud of him for finding what makes him happy and finding people that he loved.

“You’re not.. Upset?”

“I think I can understand why things happened the way they did.” She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’ll always be my baby, no matter what. I don’t think it makes you a bad person for trying to survive.”

There’s another long gap of silence, both not sure what to say next.

“Tell me about your friends.”

“Ah, my friends?” He hesitated. “Where do I even start?”

“Tell me about the big one.” She smiled.

“Roadhog? His names Mako but he don’t like when we call him that. He’s my best friend, he’s basically like a brother. He’s been there for almost everything, thick and thin, y'know? He's the only person who I can really count on.”

“And the other one?”

“Y/n.. They’re.. Well. I'm lucky to have ‘em, I think you'd love ‘em too. Y’know, in a strange way, they remind me a lot of you. They’re both really important to me and I’m grateful to have them.”

Silence lingers in the air once again, an awkward stillness of uncertainty. What do you even say in this situation? What could you possibly talk about?”

“So.. There’s an afterlife?” She stayed silent. “Why’d it take you so long to visit? Why are you suddenly visiting me now?”

“I think you know why.” A lot of ideas raced through his head, so many possibilities on why. She spoke plainly with a slight sentiment of sadness at the end of her words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him into a tight embrace. He hesitated but hugged her back, savouring the moment.

“I think it’s time for you to wake up.” She said softly.

“I don’t want to yet.” He said as she pulled out of the hug and kissed his forehead.

He jumped awake with a loud gasp. I was leaning over him with my hand resting on his shoulder. “Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

He wiped his face in a hurry with his hand and attempted to with his bicep. 

“I’m fine just.. Realising some stuff.” He smiled up at me warmly though it was clear something happened to upset him.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know.” He continued to smile. I handed him a water bottle and smiled back at him. “I’ll tell you about it later. Just gotta think on it.”

[saibug1022]

The Breach: Part 1

Word Count: 2k

Magnus Bishop & Osiris Bishop, Magnus Bishop x Marcus Sharpe

A/N: So, Osiris Bishop is one of my ILW MCs, and also Magnus's cousin. And I just could not get this idea out of my head, so have this which takes place about a year after the main WIndverse plot

Part 2, Part 3

Magnus made a note to himself that next time he wanted to use vacation days he was going to use them to take out his nieces or he was going to visit Marcus. Going back into the very woods he’d nearly died in and then spending the day trekking through a cave system with a stranger and a paralegal was not his ideal vacation. But there had been no way he’d be able to find another way to get both him and Amalia here, and even less of a way he could tell Jina the real reason he needed the vacation days.

“What the shit…” Magnus gasped as he stepped into the cavern. 

There, like it was just a normal part of the cave, was a swirling and pulsing portal of cyan light. It made the shadows of the cave dance and filled Magnus with this strange need to go and hide while also trying to pull him forward like there was a hook in his ribs.The most unsettling part was the warbling sound, because he couldn’t hear it exactly. It was more like it was coming from inside his head and he got the mildly terrifying feeling that he’d still be able to hear it if he turned off his hearing aids. 

“Pretty much,” Amalia nodded.

“Welcome back to Westchester,” Val snickered.

Val was the stranger, a guy even smaller and scrawnier than Wind, with short hair dyed the cyan of the portal and blue eyes that made Magnus’s skin crawl if he looked into them for too long. Magnus had no idea what it was but there was something just slightly off about the guy that made him want to squirm. Maybe it was the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire he held in one hand and rested casually on his shoulder.

“Does he have to be here?” Magnus asked Amalia, but Val spoke before she could answer.

“No offense, but I don’t give a shit who you are,” Val shrugged and put his hand in his pockets, the other tightening just slightly around his baseball bat. “I don’t know you and I sure as hell don’t trust you. Only reason you’re even in here is because Amalia vouched for you and I do trust her. But I’m not leaving you here without watching you.”

“Great,” Magnus muttered. “Am I clear to approach your highness?”

“Haha,” Val rolled his eyes. “Just don’t try anything.”

“Trust me I really don’t want to.”

Val lingered by the entrance to the cave while Magnus and Amalia slowly approached the breach. Now joining the warbling sound was a chorus of strange whispers that Magnus liked even less. This thing had really been here for centuries? How had Magnus never noticed? He lived in this town for 18 years! His parents died in this town, his foster home had been right on the edge of the woods, he’d spent weeks in a hospital only a few hours away. Apparently his old high school had been attacked by monsters! He’d gone camping in these woods! 

The thing in front of him took his family. His entire family other than him and his sister had been wiped out, torn apart by unholy creatures. He didn’t care much, having always resented them for refusing to take him and his sister in. If they had, he never would have ended up separated from Vivian and he never would have ended up with Lily. But so many of them had been kids who had never done anything to him. Including Osiris.

But then they’d come back? Or, something that thought it was Osiris came back? Magnus could not understand that part. He wasn’t sure he wanted to either, especially seeing as his bloodline apparently has a strong connection to it. He’d needed to see it all, just once, to process and accept this part of his family and his reality. But then he was going to go right back to New York.

“They’re really in there?” Magnus asked.

“Yeah,” Amalia answered. The pain in her eyes was so raw in the cyan light as she wrapped her arms around herself. Magnus made a mental note to text Wind on the flight back and give her a heads up that Amalia would be upset. They could comfort her way more than Magnus could. “Sometimes they’re able to gather enough strength to visit for a few hours now. It used to be that we couldn't see them at all and they’d just do things like make constellations and make flowers bloom and send breezes.”

“My cousin is literally energy,” Magnus shook his head. “My dorky little cousin who cared more about that damn beanie Vivian gave them than whether or not they graduated high school, is basically a god.”

That’s…..rude………..not a……….dork……..

“What the hell?!” Magnus jumped back, almost stumbling on his own feet. 

“Did you hear something?” Amalia asked with wide and worried eyes.

“You didn’t?!”

“The bastard was right,” Val scoffed. “You do have it in your bloodline.”

“No way, I am not dealing with Power blood,” Magnus shook his head. “This is crazy.”

“You’re dealing with this way worse than I did, and I punched somebody.”

Magnus whirled around to face the new voice and spotted them leaning against the cave wall, fluffy hair just peeking out from that damn beanie, and wearing a brown leather jacket over a maroon shirt that matched the beanieTheir eyes were an inhuman cyan that reflected the light of the breach in a way different from Amalia and Val, making their eyes look like they were glowing. Magnus didn’t recognize them like this, but it wasn’t hard to guess.

“Osiris?” Magnus checked and the new person nodded. “Shit. Amalia are you-”

His voice cut off when he looked to the side and saw Amalia frozen and still staring at him, Val too.

“I am regretting this trip so much,” Magnus muttered. “Tell me you did that and I don’t have to fight some magic monster.”

‘It was me,’ Osiris snickered, thankfully signing as he talked. ‘Surprised you’re here. When I saw you and realized you could hear the wisps I figured I should probably talk to you alone. I’ll see Amalia next time she comes by. But you, coming back home instead of sticking with your fancy lawyer job?’

‘You know I’m a lawyer?’ Magnus signed, not bothering with speaking if he didn’t have to.

Osiris shrugged. ‘The senator thing was national news. Happened to catch it.’

‘I have to ask,’ Magnus’s signs were a little hesitant as he tried to figure out how to ask a question like this in sign. ‘Are you really Si? Lia said you have their memories but think like them.’

‘Technically no,’ Osiris admitted. ‘The original Si died in the attack. They’ve moved on now. But I’m also them while also being my own person. I still remember you. I still like you and I missed you.’

‘Why didn’t you contact me or Vi after the attack?’ Magnus wondered. ‘We would have helped.’

‘I couldn’t have gone to New York,’ Osiris shook their head. ‘And I didn’t want to ask you guys to bounce around the West Coast hunting monsters with me.’  

‘We still could have helped,’ Magnus protested. ‘You were just a kid. We could have sent money or something. We could have been in contact so you weren’t alone.’

‘I wasn’t alone. I had Lia and Horus,’ Osiris replied. ‘Look, it happened, it’s over. No point in beating yourself up about it now. Is that why you’re here? Don’t tell me you got fired.’

‘I did, actually,’ Magnus chuckled. ‘But not from this job. When Lia figured out we were cousins she told me everything. A lot of things were happening at work at the time so I couldn’t do much about it but now that things are settled I just had to see.’ 

‘The fact you could hear me from outside the breach means you definitely got the Power in your blood,’ Osiris told him. Though instead of signing the normal sign for the concept of power they preceded it quickly with the sign for ‘within’ so the two were back to back. ‘So if you really want nothing to do with this, run. Now. Leave and don’t ever come back. That tugging feeling trying to pull you into the breach will never stop and once you let the Power in it doesn’t let go.’

‘Aren’t you the Power?’

‘Yes. Also no.’

‘Does any of this shit make sense?’

‘Not to humans.’

‘Great.’

Osiris snickered and Magnus couldn’t help smiling a little bit. This wasn’t his baby cousin. Technically they’d never even met. There were all these little things slightly off about them that revealed they weren’t just not Magnus’s cousin, but not even human. And they were old. 

But they still had that damn beanie, the stitching fraying in places from constant wear and distress. They still had that crooked smile their dad and Magnus’s mom had, which they both inherited from their mom. They still tilted their head as they thought about how to say something in sign and they still flexed their knuckles while they waited for Magnus to reply. It wasn’t at all his cousin. And somehow they were still his cousin. And after how their family had abandoned Magnus and Vivian…Magnus just couldn’t find it in themself to do the same to Osiris.

‘I’ll try to visit when I can,’ Magnus told them. Osiris may not be very expressive and they may have warned him to stay away, but Magnus still caught how their eyes lit up a little. ‘My boyfriend lives in California, maybe I can visit when I see him.’

‘Damn, you got someone to date you?’ Osiris snickered and Magnus gave them a one-finger sign anyone could understand. ‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to get trapped in this.’

‘Apparently I’m already in it,’ Magnus shrugged. ‘Or at least my blood is. Besides, even if you aren’t technically my Si, you deserve your family too.’

Osiris blinked at him for a moment, looking the most confused they had since they’d shown up in the cave. Then they hauled Magnus forward into their arms and Magnus chuckled as he embraced them. He was committed now. And he intended to keep his word.

So, he did. 

Over the next few months, Magnus tried to engage with Osiris’s “life” as much as he could without fully committing himself to the Power. He got the full story instead of just the summary from Amalia. He even met more of Osiris’s friends. Him and Jocelyn got along well, and he met Lincoln when they coincidentally happened to choose the same weekend to visit, Magnus visiting Osiris and Lincoln visiting both Osiris and Val who was apparently his brother? Val said it was a long story and Mags dropped it. He knew a thing or two about long stories. Along with Lincoln came Horus, who Magnus very vaguely remembered being friends with Si when the two were younger, same with Amalia. The three had basically been joined at the hip.

Lincoln also gave him the number of someone named Abel, who was apparently Osiris’s boyfriend. According to Lincoln, he’d heard about Magnus through the grapevine and wanted to meet him. So the next time Magnus was in California he took the time to head further north and meet up with Abel. The two ended up deciding to keep in touch and often ended up visiting Osiris at the same time. Overall, things seemed to be going okay.

Until, just like Osiris had warned, the Power caught up to him.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

pretzel centric shit but lots of gillion too (not just fic ideas this time, also hcs) (once again spoilers lol)

pretzel can read gillion's thoughts perfectly. like only his, it is magic, and even applies to humanoid pretzel. i like to think about it especially for like a scene where gill finds out jay was a traitor before after a fight thing and you know what just take it in a fic form (references to jay's dad btw so spoilers lol)

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Gillion gripped his sword tightly. First, a giant monster attack and now he's only just found this out, one of his best friends being a traitor, having lied this whole time to his face. The distress on Jay's face was almost enough to get him to stop.

She was terrified. Jay was a traitor, yes, but there's a reason it's was and not is. She knew the look in his eyes, that grit of his teeth, the more heavy breathing, and it was the same anger he had during the duel with Chip. She felt the tears on her face and did not care. She didn't want to fight a friend but she knew as a friend Gillion would still do so.

Both were tired from the monster attack and in need of more healing. Jay seemed to want to make words, yet only her eyes could plead for him to not do what she knew he would.

"Jay Ferin, if that's even your real name," Gillion started.

"Gill, please." Jay begged him.

Tiny hands came and grabbed Gillion's sword away from him, and Jay noticed them take her weapons as well. As the two looked to their right, they saw Pretzel with them both, handing them off to Oliver already.

"You two are in no condition to fight, and Gillion you don't even WANT to fight! I understand you have honor, but I can't let my best friend fight his best friend over an issue that was already resolved." She glared at Gillion like a parent who told their kid to not eat dirt and they still did.

"Pretzel, please do not interfere-" Gillion tried to argue back, but she grabbed his back, sat him down, and started to take off his armor. Jay didn't know if she was really that strong, if Gillion was tired to fight her back, didn't want to hurt her on accident, or if maybe it was just because Pretzel was herself that she could do such a thing.

"After I get this off you, your going to sleep. Think about it before jumping into another combat. If you still want to duel her, that's up to you, but maybe using that coral would help you. Oh, and you better heal up too, or I will be forced to use the stickers Ollie got all over your armor. As for you..." She referenced to Jay, who hadn't moved still.

"Gill may have been...out of commission and it may have been your doing, but I wasn't. I've seen you and how good of a friend you are to Gillion. Heal up, then you better sleep too. Next time that dumb idiot comes around, I'll punch him for ya." She winked at Jay, who stopped being so tense as she gave a nod and headed down below to do as Pretzel said.

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humanoid pretzel is such good friends with ollie you do not understand

most of these are humanoid pretzel but since finn and gill have scrolls, pretzel has a scrapbook and probs would own a polaroid (she also doodles and writes, its really a mix but she has special pages for everyone but gill, who has like 3)

edyn would braid gill's hair but pretzel (both humanoid and frogtopus) is the one who remembered not gill so when he wants to get his hair away and more securely he just very embarrassedly gets up and sits infront of this small pink frogtopus (or light pink child for humanoid) who talks to him as if shes his hairstylist (she is)

pretzel can no problem pick up gill's old sword (and new one lol) (applies to humanoid and frogtopus) but only gills sword. like chip's swords are too heavy, but gill's old giant ass sword? balancing on her fingertips. shes just great like that <3

ok so the ring scene was gay af but like pretzel and gill have a ring. like its definitely not magical anymore yet gill and pretzel just kept it because it was so special to them (again applies to humanoid and frogtopus)

i can see pretzel being trans or genderfluid/fluidflux but doesnt change her physical appearance because im trans and i dont plan to get rid of anything so you dont have to either

ftm gill where pretzel helped pick out the binder because she didnt trust him enough to know how they worked and not damage himself (also had to make sure it would be okay under the heavy armor gill wears so he can breath)

gillion has rushed into battle with crayon marks all over his armor because pretzel felt it to be "bland" and in need of her magic

even as a frogtopus pretzel likes ollie and his hair is a spot she has perched before and he just doesnt care at this point

pretzel is fully prepared to like die for gillion and she always tells him this cause the chosen one is still someone to himself and someone to her

mermaid pretzel au. thats all.

in a pokemon au pretzel is still herself but i find it funny if like pretzel was a legendary and like thats gill's starter. like theres only one of her and chip and jay are so confused and amazed on how he got his hands on her and he just goes "oh yeah shes my partner i found her one day and she just vibed with me and now we're here"

autistic humanoid pretzel hates the feeling of sand sticking to her and likes lots of liquid textures and stickers (also gillion is her fav textures because yes)

hear my vision out: theres like these bad guys fighting the riptide pirates, and theyre cornered to a wall. then, in a flash of light, the tiny orb on gill's hip starts to glow and when it clears, humanoid pretzel is there with a pistol and says this: "YOU'VE SEEN DESTINY, BUT NOW IT'S TIME TO MEET YOUR FATE BITCHES!"

pretzel is the #1 hypeman for sure no questions needed

BAND HUMANOID PRETZEL LOVES SINGING NO DOUBTS (also plays both a flute and kazoo because yeah)

i remember hearing someone mention how funny itd be if pretzel was secretly an all powerful monster and stuff so that goes here but the reason she stays as a lil frogtopus is cause gill likes it

did i forget to say humanoid pretzel would have a cutlass? it seems i did so yeah she would (that or a pair of daggers)

i have to fight the urge to say autistic gill as a hc because i have so many that are pretty common for him (ill just run through them, tail truther and along side being a canon ace hes also probs a homosexual hes literally the flag colors) (NOT SAYING COMMON HEADCANONS ARE BAD, ITS JUST ID RATHER SHARE MY OWN AND THROW NEW ONES INTO THE RING)

gill has lots of jewelry in a little pouch but he doesnt wear it much because of the long amounts of fighting leave him without time to put them on and hes scared hed lose them in battle (a lot are from edyn, a couple from pretzel, and theres a lot of hand made ones). however, he definately has the ring for pretzel and the necklace from aslana on (chip's ring either is still on or in his pouch) but yeah hes like a crow he likes the shiny jewelry

highschool triton gill has a video camera which he uses for learning about the above world

modern day tattoo artist gill (to add on chip does piercings [but that can be swapped with gill i feel like], pretzel does hair [see stanzi, shes how i imagine pretzel acting], and jay either works at a hot topic, a makeup store, i got a lot ideas for jay up in here that ill share later lol)

gill didnt really know at first what tattoos were so when he saw chip had some (because chip had to have had some) he thought chip got dirty and tried to wipe it off

GILLION WITH TATTOOS GILLION WITH TATTOOS GILLION WITH TATTOOS GILLION WITH TA-

pretzel has listened to gill do gay rambles late at night ontop the deck about marshal jon and you get a fic thing for it too (do note i am not good with the albatross layout so if i make characters go from one area and then have them materialize somewhere else entirely im sorry i just dont have a clue where shit is)

It was late out and Earl knew that, but it was one of those nights he may have been in his tavern, chatting the patrons into maybe giving him a couple more gold for the drinks, the likes, so he didn't feel like sleeping yet. When it didn't leave after a couple minutes, he just got up and went to get a drink. Some juice may do the trick.

"...oh my gods Pretzel, just so cool!"

Earl may be old, but he wasn't old enough to start hearing things...he hoped. Taking a glass with him, he headed to the main deck. Pacing back and front infront of a wood barrel was Gillion in his pajamas. He looked to be rambling to Pretzel. Normally, Earl would have told Gillion to shut the fuck up and get back to sleep, but there was nothing to do so he listened in from the door way, wondering why he was still up.

"...is pretty amazing right, but have you seen Marshal Jon? Like, if I hadn't ever seen him and you described him to me, I'd think you were crazy. Jon is just so tall and so big and while he could have stayed on the dark side with evil somehow I convinced him to become my friend on the side of heroes! The sideburns, the tattoos, oh the tattoos! Just wow, Pretzel, wow."

Pretzel let out a couple of purrs in response. She looked as though this kind of talk was a normal event for her. "Well, maybe it might be seen as a tiny bit strange to think about a man so much...BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIS PECKS?!" As Gillion talked, he saw Pretzel using her tentacles to try and cover her mouth from laughing, making him stop. When Gillion turned around to see what was causing her to find such humor, he saw an old man Earl, just standing there with his face blank and his jaw a little open, trying to calibrate what was happening. They both just stood there staring for a while.

"I'm too tired to figure out what the shit I just witnessed, just get to bed ya fucking knuckle head." Earl broke the silence, finishing his juice and turning back around so he didn't have to watch Gillion shove Pretzel onto his face and jump into the sea out of embarrassment. Of course he was riding with the strangest (and gayest) of fucking kids.

couple of notes on the lil fic thing; 1. yes ill be doing earl hcs later on 2. i asked a friend who would find gill rambling and they said either ollie or earl so i did earl 3. earl called them kids because theyre younger then him and he sees them to be as idiotic as children are portrayed as

as seen in the fic thing i just did, gill jumps into the closest (and biggest) body of water when embarrassed and if there arent any close by he goes either in a barrel or becomes a ball

tbh this was meant to be mainly gill hcs with lots of pretzel but i realized not even half way that it was the other way around

highschool au gill owns squeaky toys for himself and pretzel (they also play dolls unashamed)

ok now more fic ideas rather then mostly hcs cause yeah

gill either teaches or is taught by chip about things like autism and such

gill teaching the crew about special undersea traditions

pretzel takes gillion to a pride parade (highschool au)

humanoid pretzel and actual undersea king gill where the translator is pretzel and shit

a mini fic series of ollie being taught by both gill and humanoid pretzel about how to do magic

remember the ollie pranking the crew with therapy? pretzel helps out with it 100%

pretzel finding out that the entire crew is trans and shes the only cis one onboard (besides maybe earl)

siren pretzel is presented something new today: a human child (its ollie i like them hanging out :D)

shapeshifter pretzel decides to make earl think hes lost his mind lol

gillion spends time with caspian but pretzel cant come so ollie helps her handle the missing him

pretzel has the powers of god and proceeds to show it in a battle becaus yeah (like she just casually tackles a guy to the ground effortlessly)

gillion tries to communicate with pretzel and learn more about her because his study topic today is frogtopi

shapeshifter pretzel tries to attack jay after the shooting gillion incident

pretzel beats up jay's dad, thats all

in ep 54 theres a scene where gillion is looking around for a weapon and bizly is just hoping that theres a spiked bat so gillion with a spiked bat

edyn and pretzel beat up the elders together (i have barely a clue what they did despite being at ep 61 which is over half way but i have some idea and since the fandom doesnt like them plus the way ive seen them written aint something you could do so easily for nice people i think they deserve it)

if yall got more share them pls

[bobmckenzie]

🌽🥧🎉🎃 for Louis!! —CCFM

omg thank you for the q's Sabrina!! I had so much fun answering these :'D (Also I'm loving your Halloween decor on your pinned post! 🧡)

🌽 You and your F/O solve a corn maze together. Would you like to go during the day or at night? Do either of you get lost? Does anything strange happen?

oh we are 1000% getting lost 💀 neither of us is very outdoorsy or great with directions LOL, and a corn maze is the perfect place for some paranormal shenanigans to happen! I can definitely see us getting separated thanks to some ghosts messing with us 😭

🥧 You and your F/O bake a pie together. What kind of pie is it? Who's idea was it? Is it an orderly affair, or chaos in the kitchen? How's the pie turn out?

ahh I can just imagine I offhandedly mention how I've only had pecan pie once but I loved it, and so Louis surprises me by getting a recipe and buying all the ingredients for us to make one together :'D I feel like, while Louis is organized in other aspects of life, he tends to make a mess in the kitchen LOL. he definitely doesn't MEAN to, he just can't help it, especially since he's a bit of a klutz :') BUT he's really good at following a recipe, measuring out ingredients and everything, dividing the tasks between us, so I think it would turn out pretty good!!

🎉 You and your F/O have to throw a Halloween party. What kind of decorations do you put up? Are there movies? Music? Snacks? Pranks? Anyone special the two of you invite?

omg okay i love the way this question is phrased bc it makes it seem like we were roped into it, and I can TOTALLY imagine Peter just randomly asking us to pull some sort of party at the firehouse together on short notice and everything 💀 and we'd be a little peeved at him for not helping and not giving us more time to prepare lol, so we would absolutely get Slimer in on some kind of silly prank on Peter 😌 Louis and I both love getting a good deal (even if it's on Peter's credit card LOL) so we would be running around to all the different stores trying to find the best price on decorations and snacks! since the guys have to deal with scary stuff on a daily basis, I think we'd go for sillier/cuter decorations, lots of jack-o-lantern themed stuff and cutesy ghosts 👻 For music, we'd probably hire a DJ, and of course I'd be inviting my bandmates, so we could always do a quick set too!! If there was time we could write a fun, spooky song, and at least learn some halloween-suited songs, like Dead Man's Party, Thriller, and Psycho Killer :D And of course, knowing how the episodes of the show usually go, this party would almost certainly be crashed by real ghosts LOL

🎃 It's Halloween night! How do you and your F/O celebrate? Do you decide you're not too old to to trick-or-treating? Go to a party? Or stay at home and do something else?

SO while I love the idea of attending a ghostbusters party at the firehouse, there's one episode of TRGB where Louis watches his nephew Lawrence on his birthday and throws this big party bc Lawrence's parents WENT ON VACATION ON HIS BIRTHDAY... so I'm sure this sort of thing happens a lot. I can imagine one year he has no one to take him trick or treating bc his parents went to a party or something, so Louis and I would absolutely step in!! We'd try our hardest to make sure he had fun :')

[yueasuka]

Hey... Hey... Mind if I tell you about... Félix and Marinette a.k.a Bridgette childhood friends and thief AU? 👀

Félix father, Mr Richard Sphinx is a businessman, but he's secretly an agent who tasked in solving the case of magical jewelry robbery that involve a mysterious thief who disappeared years ago and also their connection toward the new thief that has same M.O.

Félix mother, Mrs. Sphinx is the thief that Mr Sphinx been looking for. She died when secret organization that looking for magical artifact killed her but staged it as an accident.

Félix Sphinx is the current thief, known as Chat Noir. He couldn't believe his mother would died in an accident and once he find the magical ring and the real reason of his mother death, he decided that he would avenge his mother while make sure his father won't capture him.

Basically Félix know the occupation of his parents but Richard doesn't know his late wife and son been moonlighting as a thief.

Richard and Félix has same goal : To discover the truth about the magical artifact and their wife/mother's death. They just don't know because they won't tell each other because of their occupation (agent/thief).

Félix everyday : "Google, how to live with the person who want to capture you but also don't know about you moonlighting as a cat boy?"

Also Félix : "Actually, which one is the biggest crime, being a thief or thieving while wearing a magical catsuit that may or may not make you adapt some cat traits?"

Richard tried to be there for Félix after his mother's death, but job won't allow him to meet him often.

For Félix, Richard being distant and his accidental neglect is the source of his heartache but also a bless, because that means he can moonlighting without his father notice his disappearance.

At least he has Marinette and her family who will make sure that he won't feel lonely.

But sometimes they also make it hard to go to his heist.

Marinette "Bri" Cheng is his childhood friends, they live next to each other.

Marinette make it her goal to take care of Félix, end up the opposite as they grow older.

As they're in Lycheé, it's Félix's job to shove Marinette out from her bed every morning and it's Marinette's job to make sure Félix eat properly.

Unknown to Félix, Marinette is secretly Ladybug. A super heroine who tend to help the police to capture magical criminal and is competent at it but also super klutz that it make him wonder "What kind of hero being helped by a thief? (ب_ب)" "Shut up! I'm going to arrest you one day! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ"

Chat Noir initially appear to be cold and aloof, but after he meet Ladybug and banter with her, he become more approachable. "I tame the cat! (・∀・)" "Shame that you can't even capture a tamed cat then.┐( ˘_˘)┌" "Shut up!!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ"

They tend to work together sometimes, especially when the organization member appear and surprisingly could be pretty in sync even when they're arguing in the middle of the battle. "You both argue like an old married couple. (・_・;)" ""Shut up you!!! (ʘ言ʘ╬) (╬☉д⊙)⊰⊹ฺ""

Marinette become Ladybug because she doesn't want anyone to lose their loved one, after she got the earrings from her grandmother.

She has a huge crush on Félix but isn't sure how to say it or if he has a same feelings as her. It doesn't help that almost every time she gathered a courage and want to ask Félix on a date, she's needed as Ladybug.

Félix too has a crush on Marinette but he doesn't really realised it.

"Hey Chat Noir" "Yeah?" "Is there a tsundere to french dictionary? (˘･_･˘)" "What in the world- ಠ_ಠ"

Marinette likes to sew, knitting and crocheting. She also like to make a trinket or accessories.

Their friendship bracelet is one of her first creation and they've been wearing it for more than a decade. Red and yellow for her and black and blue for Félix.

Marinette doesn't actually like Chat Noir because he's a thief but after several banter and coop she become fond of him and sometimes would ask something random to him. "Am I your google assistance now??? (눈‸눈)"

Marinette is more shy toward Félix and more careful with her word since she doesn't want to step on his trigger, but toward Chat Noir she's brutally honest and Chat Noir responded the same.

Marinette's a decent baker thanks to her parents occupation, sometimes Félix come for a free fresh baked pastry.

Félix can cook and it's really tasty, the appearance though... "Don't judge a book from it's cover just like don't judge a food from it's appearance. <(￣︶￣)>" "Uh... But for food appearance is also important... (;ŏ﹏ŏ)" "...touché. ಠ◡ಠ"

Will add more when more idea come!

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Kamala Harris And Oprah Winfrey’s Delusional Campaign Telethon

I’ve never understood the appeal of Oprah Winfrey. She’s always struck me as a giant fraud, the kind of person who will smile and hug when the cameras are on but an absolute oblivious nightmare when the public is not looking. Note that I didn’t say mean; I don’t know if she’s mean, but she sure as hell seems to have zero self-awareness regarding her surroundings. 

That’s how she could do a show, back when she did shows, about her “favorite things,” and it’d be full of things you’d have to mortgage your house to afford. Sure, it’s great that she could be the world’s most expensive whatever it is, but she seemed to notice no one, not her, could too.

It’s the ultimate “Let them eat cake” mentality. 

Kamala Harris, on the other hand, is just the opposite. From all reports, she is an absolute nightmare to work for. As Vice President, her staff had more turnover than a Suzuki Samurai.

Oprah actually grew up poor, and Kamala grew up really well-off, no matter how many times she tried to claim she was “middle-class.” Do you know anyone whose family struggled with two parents who had Ph.D.s? Even after they divorced, high pay and job security were there waiting for both of them. Why she claims to have grown up in Oakland when she grew up in Berkeley and Montreal is a testament to her feeling the need to hide her privilege from Democratic Party voters. It’s why she claims to have worked at a McDonald's, when no single human being has ever claimed to remember her there or has any proof that it has ever happened. 

When your boss is Joe Biden, you learn that you can lie about your biography with impunity because even when you’re caught, no one bothers reporting on it.

One thing Kamala Harris and Oprah Winfrey have in common is they are so insulated from the real world and even distant memories of when they weren’t part of the wealthy elite that they can’t be related to normal people. It’s probably been 50 or more years since Oprah has had to shower from work rather than for it. Unless you count how Kamala got her first political job from Willie Brown, she likely never has had to. 

So, when the two of them got together to “help” Kamala’s presidential campaign, it made perfect sense that it would be a completely out-of-touch trainwreck.

A friend who works in crisis management once told me about the time a client, a long-dead singer who was in the midst of a career-destroying crisis, and an old, very famous actor (also now dead) decided they would address the singer’s scandal by doing a live television interview with each other. While it would have been an all-time spectacular mess, especially if you knew the names, the crisis management firm talked them out of it over several hours. It was the best money either of them had ever spent.

There was no firm to talk Kamala and Oprah out of what they did.

It was a 90-minute joke of a campaign event, filled with filthy rich celebrities and screened audience members (who were all donors, by the way) pretending they weren’t rehearsed. You could tell if it was fake by how the studio audience chosen to recite questions were wearing microphones that were run up under shirts, not handheld mics someone had randomly chosen would be given. 

When not tossing word salads and not answering basic questions about things as simple as how she plans on bringing down costs she helped raise, the multimillionaire and the multibillionaire spent a lot of time talking to Hollywood celebrities. The collective net worth of Julia Roberts, Ben Stiller, Jennifer Lopez, Bryan Cranston, Chris Rock, Meryl Streep, and the rest likely rival Oprah’s. Kamala Harris interacts more with them than she does with the audience.

Why? Because she and Oprah think they can “celebrity” her way into office. Barack Obama did it; why not Kamala? 

However, Obama, while he was a “celebrity candidate,” also spoke about policies. He lied about them – if you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor, anyone? – but he at least offered them up. Kamala couldn’t give you a straight answer if you asked her what time it was; instead, she would lecture you about time zones and even conduct a brain-damaged exploration of the concept of time while mispronouncing basic words. 

The Vice President has no idea how to communicate with real people because she hasn’t had to in decades. To win an election in California, you have to suck up to the wealthy donor class. Do that, and you’re most of the way to winning the Democratic Party’s nomination. Land that, and you’re in. You’ll run against another Democrat, usually, but if you can’t out-box-check them on the left-wing victimhood food pyramid, you’re as good as elected. 

President is different – you have to appeal to real people, normal people. Kamala has never had to before and she has no idea how to do it. Oprah thinks she does because she’s been made rich by preaching to people on television. But just like the church Oprah belonged to for decades, then claimed to have not noticed the casual racism of (she was a member of Jeremiah Wright’s church with Barack and Michelle Obama, who also missed all the racism), the world she inhabits is unrelatable to most people. And thank God for that.

Weirdly, even though he’s been rich his whole life, Donald Trump actually can relate to normal people. The poll of Teamsters members shows just how connect they feel to him. There is no such corollary for Harris. The closest would be empty-nested, wealthy, white suburban women who have nothing to do all day except sip chardonnay and convince themselves they know best how everyone else should live. You know, Oprah’s old viewers.

Those two celebrities I referenced trying to hold a televised interview to save one of their careers had people they paid to tell them “no” when needed. Oprah Winfrey and Kamala Harris have no such people around them. And it showed in that “town hall.”

But what it really showed was how out-of-touch with normal people Kamala Harris truly is and how disinterested in even talking with them she is when Julia Roberts is available. 

Life is about priorities, and you will learn everything you need to know about someone by watching what they do when they think they’re in safe company, which Harris even was. For that reason, I am grateful for Oprah Winfrey—but only for today.

Derek Hunter is the host of a free daily podcast (subscribe!) and author of the book Outrage, INC., which exposes how liberals use fear and hatred to manipulate the masses, and host of the weekly “Week in F*cking Review” podcast where the news is spoken about the way it deserves to be. Follow him on Twitter at @DerekAHunter.