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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 2 months ago

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But I'm not much of anything (but you're everything to me)

let me wrap my teeth around the world - series masterlist here

pairing: sirius black x reader (gender neutral), implied poly marauders x reader

length: 1.8k

genre: fluff, kinda angsty, hurt/comfort

warnings: winter break angst I suppose, you're so young you don't have to be everything you want yet, you have time you learn and you grow and you become blah blah blah lol

a/n: me ?? posting a fic ?? wooow wowow anyway this is in the poly marauders series but it can totally be read stand alone

"I brought you your jacket." Your voice is quiet as it floats through the crisp night air, the sound hushed as Sirius cranes his head around to see you slipping through the back door and shutting it gently behind you.

"You didn't need to do that."

"It's cold out here," you point out. There's a sort of familiarity that Sirius can't help but find some level of comfort in when he shrugs the heavy jacket on, the dark shine of the leather stark against the pale skin of his neck.

"What are you doing out here, anyway?" he asks a bit sullenly, wincing and brushing a stray hair out of your face as if to make up for his bluntness. But you just wrinkle your nose and lean against the porch railing, looking out toward the rolling white lawn of James's family home.

"Oh," you shrug lightly. "Just needed some fresh air." Sirius fixes you with a stare at your words, though, and you smile a bit sheepishly. "James pulled out the board games," you admit. "I was looking for an escape."

"Oh, so that's all I am to you?" Sirius quips, but the softness in your returning smile catches him a bit too off guard and he feels his heart thump rather painfully in his chest.

"No," you respond sweetly. "If all I was looking for was a quick exit, I would've gone for climbing out the window. I'm out here for you, I'm afraid."

"How awful of me, then," he jokes weakly, and you look at him like it's the funniest thing you've heard all day. Sirius clenches his fists where he leans on the railing, letting the rings that adorn his fingers pinch his skin and press against his palms as he looks out into the night. You're standing close enough that he can feel your arm brushing against his - close enough that he feels something that seems strangely like love rolling off of you in waves.

"What are you doing out here?" He says it again, like a whisper, like a plea that he knows will be unheard. You look at him steadily as he shakes and you smile and he kind of wishes you really had climbed out the window instead of coming after him. Just for a moment. Just for a second, before the guilt sets in and he -

"Remus, uh, he said that you…"

"Had a breakdown?"

"No," you respond easily. "He didn't quite put it like that."

"But you get the idea," Sirius huffs. You lean closer to knock your shoulder against his.

"I do, baby," you offer gently. "I do."

Somewhere inside, James's boisterous laugh can be heard as Remus swears and shouts something about how cheating ruins the game. Sirius's fists clench tight enough that his knuckles whiten and you tap a nail against the wooden railing in thought.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask lightly. Then you watch the muscles in his jaw flex as he clenches his teeth.

"Is there anything to talk about?"

"Mhm," you nod. "Usually a bit more than you think." He sighs at that, a defeated sort of thing as he slumps down just a bit, sinking into the warmth of his jacket as a wicked winter wind blows through.

"I just really thought, for a little bit - I guess I really believed I'd be someone someday." He whispers it like a prayer, like a confession before some sort of altar. You answer like he's the one who should be prayed to.

"You are someone."

"No - but… you know what I mean, yea?"

"I do," you concede, sighing a bit. "I - I really do." The words come out in a sort of rush as you say them, tumbling out of you and into the frozen air as Sirius shoots you a peculiar look.

"I don't know how you do it, love," he admits in that slow, low timbre of his. You perk up a bit and glance over to him with your brows raised.

"Do what?"

"What… what I never could." You're still looking at him, he's sure, but he's avoiding your gaze in the wake of his confession, tipping his head back to stare up at the endless stars, instead.

"Oh, Sirius, I -" You cut yourself off with a laugh and it's a hollow, pitchy sort of thing - off and different and wholly unnatural coming from you. It makes him snap his gaze back down to look at you and when he sees the tremble in your face he wonders, not for the first time, how he manages to fuck it all up so often.

But then you smile at him like the stars shine down on the two of you because he hung them there. You smile and you look up, yourself, into the endless vastness.

"I'm not, uh… well, I'm not really much of anything these days," you admit quietly, the words halting and slow as they leave you.

"That's bullshit, babe," Sirius responds, the words tugged from him as soon as he hears the tremor in your voice. "You're everything."

"Aw, see how easy it is?" you sigh, leaning back and hanging onto the railing as your voice wavers just a touch.

"What?" Sirius asks quietly - because he knows, he thinks. He's knows what's going on.

"How easy it is to see yourself in someone else," you clarify. It makes him frown, makes his brows bunch together as he stares down at you. More wind blows through, the beginnings of snowy flurries fluttering through the air and makes you shiver, your sweater doing little to protect you from the incoming storm.

"You should've brought your own jacket out here," Sirius huffs, pointedly derailing the conversation as he shrugs off his own dark leather to drape it over your shoulders.

"I only had time to grab one," you murmur in response as you let him manhandle you into his jacket, the weight of it settling heavily on yout shoulders as you curl your hands into the too-long sleeves.

"What's that thing you always say?" Sirius mumbles as he smooths his hands down your arms, his fingers cold against the fabric. "Something about putting your own oxygen mask on first?"

"Aw," you tease, turning to lean against the railing again and bump your shoulder against him. "But then how would I get you to look after me, huh?"

It's a joke, of course - Sirius knows it's a joke, recognizes the quip in your words. But he can't help himself. He grabs onto your shoulders gently and spins you around to face him once more, his face sombre and lips pressed together as he tilts his head down to look you in the eye.

"I'll always look after you," he says sternly. "You know that, right? Always, I - you deserve that much, you know? You deserve to have someone find you out in the cold and give you a jacket."

There's a strange quality in your returning smile as you listen to him speak and Sirius, somewhere distant and safe, gets the feeling that you know something that he doesn't.

"I know you do," you say sweetly when he's done his rambling, and the words make a frown tug further on his face as he shakes your shoulders ever so gently.

"Not me," he clarifies sternly. "You - you deserve it. We're talking about you." But then there's that smile from you again, sweet and loving and shining up at him like he's the only warmth you need. It makes him stumble, just a bit, makes him lose his footing as he looks down at you in his jacket, the necklace he gave you last year shining against your neck and the hickey that he'd given you yesterday just barely hidden under your hair.

He lets go of you - he can't help it. He lets go of you and takes a step back to cross his arms over his chest, instead, like he's curling into himself somehow.

"What do you think?" you muse quietly. "Do I look like you?" Sirius thinks, for a queasy sort of moment, that you sort of do.

"No," he says shortly, the irritation in his voice so surface-level and fake that you grin a bit. "You look like you."

"Well," you say easily as you rock back on your heels a bit and your grin widens. "I'll take that, I suppose."

"You should," he quips back, shivering as the wind blows through and a golden warmth filters onto the two of you as someone turns on another light inside. "What a thing to be, hm?"

"Aw," you tease, but you lean up on your toes and grip onto Sirius's shoulders as you tilt your head to look at him. "You love me, huh?"

"Against my better judgement, yes," Sirius murmurs back, smoothing a hand over your lower back as he leans down to press his lips against yours. It's familiar by now, the feeling of you pressed against him. He knows the shape of you and the feel of your warmth radiating into him. He knows the way that your lips move against his and the way you smile into the kiss. He knows the way that this love feels, he realizes, and it makes him tangle a hand into your hair and tug ever so gently as he nips at your lower lip.

"The others will start to feel left out if we stay out here for too long," you murmur quietly, your lips brushing against Sirius's as he chases after you.

"Just a few more minutes."

"You'll also freeze to death," you point out. That makes him laugh, makes him tilt his head back and look up at the stars and feel how close they are between the two of you. You smooth a hand over his chest as he looks up, placing your palm against his shirt to feel the steady thump of his heart under his skin. And how odd, you think, to feel it beat like that for you.

"Thanks, sweet thing," Sirius says eventually, his voice quiet as he moves slowly to look down at you once more.

"For what?" you ask simply. The kiss that he presses against your nose is so gentle you almost don't feel it. But you always feel Sirius. You always know where he is.

"For coming out into the cold for me," he says quietly, and if his voice wavers and cracks, you take no notice. "For - for bringing me something warm."

"It's a nice jacket," you respond easily, but your fingers thump against his chest as you echo the beating rhythm of his heart. "It deserves to be worn."

"Yea," Sirius sighs, his shoulders, he finds, lifting a bit with a lightness that's so difficult to find in the dark. "It is a nice jacket."

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zwolfgames · 7 months ago

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Goblin camp overtake (drabble) Platonic!Yandere!BG3 x Teen!Reader

(Hopefully it's a bit accurate because ive only played the story twice for now so i dunno all the posibilities.)

Summary: Teen!reader and the squad go take defeat the goblins. Therefore meeting Halsin, and Minthara again.

Warnings: Death (obv), mentions of gore, Goblins

Other related BG3 by me: Intro, Gith creché

The sun was shining, the flowers in the forest were blooming... On days like this, kids like you had been tasked with commuting genocide on the local goblins.

Not that you really cared. They were little shitheads... Stole your laundry once back when you lived with your mom... before all this...

But getting closer to this alleged camp wasn't making you any more at ease. You could already imagine the stench of those sweaty creatures when you have to inevitably walk into that camp. Which you've heard is actually just an old temple.

You've noticed over time that people in your little group have gotten... well, friendlier. For example: Lae'zel was no longer throwing you glares, Shadowheart remembered your name, Astarion has indoctrinated you into his schemes... Yea, the three most hostile people had warmed up to you.

And the other have just... always been quite nice.

Well, Wyll still didn't seem to approve of you, a minor, coming along. But he didn't really have a choice as the others were not allowing him to take you back to the Emerald Grove. Guess they really do find you too funny to lose then.

"Ugh, the stench is disgusting." Karlach waves the air under her nose away.

"It is the smell of a goblin camp. What were you expecting? Tchk. And I myself find this odor quite thrilling. It promises of a good fight." Lae'zel slightly smirks. Clawed hands flexing around the handle of her greatsword.

"Of course you do... Tough the smell of blood has never scared me away." Astarion, in turn, chuckles in that weird posh way. You raise a brow.

"So you're sure you're not a vampire?" You question sarcastically. The pale elf gasps in mock offense.

"Of course not. I merely like the smell." He huffs. Right, so that time you saw him hunt down a boar must have been make belief.

The rest of the party didn't comment anymore as you made your way to the camp.

Gale had thrown his arm around your shoulder to keep you at the back. He excused that as 'magic users stay behind so they can asses the battlefield'. But he probably just didn't want to accidently get Lae'zels sword through his back.

This mission to save some druid calmed Halsin was looking like a total hassle. But hey, why not do side quests while the worm in your head is ready to kill you?

Whatever person lives in your head didn't take kindly to your remark as you heard the voice say they'd protect you.

Right, bullshit. You're just developing pshycosis. A hundred percent that.

"Y/N. If they target you, I want you to run, alright?" Wyll speaks calmly.

"Well, I mean, not that I don't want to but were kind of in this together -" You start nonchalantly.

"Don't listen to the human. It is unhonerable to run from a fight." Lae'zel scolds like a lecturing general.

Well, do you really care about your honor? It's not like you're trying to capture the Avatar here-

"Yea yea, got it, boss." You sigh. The slight stress makes its way to your head. It's just some goblins, right? Nothing a good magic missile can't solve... Right?

You take back your words quite quickly when Astarion smooth talks his way past the outside security to let your group pass. There's like... at least fifty goblins here!

You feel an arm slitter around your shoulders. Looking up, you can see Lae'zels warry face.

She's gripping that greatsword quite harshly, a bit scared, maybe? Tough you doubt it, it's Lae'zel..

You ignore the stink eyes these little creatures are throwing you and walk along with your group.

"My, what a festive place, no? Look, they even have booze." Astarion muses with his typical smug grin.

"We're not here to party." Gale groans. The wizard stares at the goblins in distaste. You note that everyone is on edge

A goblin child sticks her tingue out at you, so you do the same, blowing raspberries for good meassure. This action earns you a dissaproving look by Wyll.

"So where's this druid? I don't want to be here any longer then needed." Shadowheart complains with a little wave infront of her nose to showcase that she thinks this place stinks.. Wich it does.

"Let's ask!" Karlach offers her idea.

"You've got to be the most optimistic person I've met and we have a literal child in the group." Gale groans.

"You can't miss any of the chances you take." Karlach shrugs.

"Let's just gut all of them. I'm sure we can search for the druid in peace then." Astarion smirks.

"For once, I agree with the pale one." Lae'zel sneers.

You watch your group bicker a bit longer as you wander out of the grip you had been put in. Walking around the goblin camp instead.

Mhh, a clear booze tub. They're drunk. Quite ideal.

You scan around the area, a certain tall woman catches your eye, seeing as she isn't a goblin.

Wait a minute, you've met her before! She almost killed you on the beach when the Nautiloid crashed!

The nerve of that woman, she doesn't deserve the same hairstyle as your mother.

Astarion had snuk out of the argument your group of idiots was having right in the middle of the goblin camp. He stuck himself to your side, observing along with you.

"You seem... focussed. You have an idea, do you not?" The pale elf asks smoothly.

"An inkling. They're drinking, and Nettie gave us wyvern poison... I mean...?" You let your gaze travel to the booze tub. Astarions red eyed orbs follow along. You can see a sharp toothed grin spread across his face.

"I just know we're going to be great friends, Y/N.." He smirks and puts a cold hand on your shoulder.

You just smile in satisfaction that your plan is apparently good. Before you know it, Astarions snatched the poison out of Shadowhearts pocket. You watch the man go invisible to presumably go dunk the booze in poison. Or maybe he's gonna drink it... But he never seemed suicidal... So it should be fine.

"Y/N, c'mon, we're going into the temple, the druid should be there." Karlach waves you over.

You nod and join the group again. Getting tucked back under someone's shoulder.

The first leader of the Goblins you had met was a priestess. And oh boy, defenitly not your favourite... She wanted to brand you! Is she nuts!?

So anyways, Lae'zel chopped her head off... Uh... props to Wyll for covering your eyes.

Then there was Dror Ragzlin. Scary guy that one. Almost twice your size, mean face and doing necromancy. Yikes.

Unfortunatly, you did have to help in this fight. There were goblins storming in through the door and well just that beast of an orc.

So you you just started blasting spells at the incoming goblins. Fireball and Ice Knife were a nice combo, no? Make em slip and then steam the ice and do damage? Sounds logical to you. Was anyone else smelling barbeque or just you?

When that got taken care of, Karlach strapped a helmet to your head and lead you back to the group.

The last leader was the same woman that had tried to kill you. Minthara, apparently. You've never seen a real drow, so this was cool. Except for the part where she tried to kill all of you. That wasn't that cool...

Just before she was supposed to just die, Lae'zel had accidently hit one of the wooden beams in the room. The ceiling collapsed right infront of you.

Well, maybe she's dead? Atleast it's not your problem anymore?

After all the goblins inside had straight up been slayed, Astarion joined the group once more, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"Where have you been?" Gale asks sternly. Raising an eyebrow in suspiscion. It's still quite annoying that nobody really trusts anyone here..

"Let's just say the situation outside is taken care off." Astarion boasts proudly.

"Really? And you did that, alone?" Shadowheart states in a disbelieving tone. Gods forbid the fancy man does anything impressive.

"Yes! Is that so hard to believe?" Astarion scoffs and crosses his arms.

"Very." Shadowheart argues back.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Lae'zel adds.

Wyll and Karlach just exchange glances. Well you know that he did it. So there's no need for your input-

"Ahhh!" You eep in fear as a large man had appeared behind you. Wich is very scary considering every one in this temple was supposed to be dead.

"Calm down little cub, I mean no harm." The large man smiles reasuringly.

You stagger back to Lae'zels side. This man... Elf ears.. Brown hair. Ah, druid attire? Halsin, perhaps?

"And who are you?" Shadowheart asks for all of you.

"Halsin. You were sent here to come chack on me, or are you just lost adventurers?" Halsin asks with that same smile.

"Well, we found him. Back to the grove-" Gale starts walking off before Karlach grabs the rim of his robes to keep him in the group.

"We did come here for you. Have the goblins hurt you?" Wyll asks calmly. Halsin shakes his head.

"Nothing I can't handle. Why the cub?" Halsin tilts his head at you.

"They're actually an immortal being in the form of a child. Wiser then any of us." Astarion makes up.

Halsin raises a brow. Clearly not believing that.

"Right. But like your little wizard said, we should get back. I am sure the grove has missed me." Halsin hums.

"Don't think so, they're closing it off frol the outside world." You mention calmly.

"What." Halsin stops smiling. You just shrug, that's all you picked up from it.

Halsin frowns and starts walking out. What determination.

Your group eventually exits the dead silent temple after having taken any valuables. Can't leave without some loot, who knows if you're getting paid!

As you walk out the large door, the death Astarion had caused is quite visible, dead goblins everywhere. R.I.P, you won't be missed.

Now that that's taken care of, who knows what adventures await you thanks to this stupid worm in your brain!

Not the best, but it's something. Yan feelings gotta develop trough the story but I'm not fully there yet.

#oneshots #platonic yandere #gender neutral reader #bg3 #platonic bg3 #gn reader #xreader #yandere x reader #yandere #platonic yandere bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate gale #astarion #karlach #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #laezel #wyll

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hypernova-writes · 2 months ago

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What does she see? [Scout x Reader]

Synopsis: Once this beautiful lady graced their presence, all of the mercs were confused, especially Spy, at why the hell she went for a guy like Scout—

Pairing: Scout x 10 Class! Reader

Pairing name: Speedy Recovery (Scout/TheNurse)

A/n: I HAD THIS IDEA OF A JESSICA RABBIT LIKE ROMANCE BETWEEN SCOUT AND THE NURSE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! NEXT SHOULD BE MEDIC!!!

"You did such a good job out there Darling.."

"Couldn't have been without your healing Dollface..you treat me right everytime.."

Some of the others didn't understand what Y/N saw in Scout. The two ended up attached at the hip from when she first started here.

Scout was...Scout, brash, vulgar, doesn't know how to talk to women (in Spy's opinion.)

So how could he end up with this beautiful belle wrapped around his finger. All he had to do was call out her name and no matter where she was in the field, it was like she would magically appear next to him.

She was taller than him, more..mature than him, yet all she could is swoon over him when he would make some corny joke, or flex his barely there muscles.

Sniper called Spy jealous (to which he was NOT). While yes, she was a fine young woman, it was obvious she was...interested in the buffoon.

So one day, Spy decided to ask her himself.

Y/n was cleaning her syringe after a day of battle, She had asked Scout to get his room ready since she was sleeping in his room tonight so he was free to question the belle.

"Y/n. Do you have a minute? I would..just like to ask you something."

Y/n looked up with a small smile, setting her weapon to the side. "Hmm? Lay it on me, then Spy, you know I love questions~" she said in a teasing tone.

Spy sighed as he leaned against the table. "What do you see in zhat...Man Child? You're such a woman of class, two medical degrees..and you choose...zhat?"

Y/n paused for a bit before she broke into a giggle, she turned to Spy fully and crossed her legs.

"Well for starters he makes me laugh..He's such a funny guy, and I love a guy who can make me break out into a fit of giggles, keeps the romance alive..you would know that..right Spy?" Y/n says as she moves to stand up.

"But besides that, My darling Scoutie means the world to me, so what if he's a little stupid..all of us are. We don't know everything, well unless your name is Dell Conagher–" She joked before she continued.

"But..he's the first to ever, ya know..look past the persona I put up. And I love him for that..He's such a sweetheart to me." She finishes with a small sigh. Spy stares at her with a tilt of his head. He'd never heard another woman speak so...highly of Scout.

Usually they called him every word in the book for annoying..but never Sweet or thoughtful.

"Oi! Ya Shape Shifting Spook! Are ya borin' ma girl to death ova there?"

Right on cue, Scout walks back from the task that Y/n asked him to do. He wraps his arm around her waist before pulling her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Rooms all straighten' for ya..just fa me to mess it right up when I get ahold to ya.." He whispers in her ear making her giggle and a blush comes across her face.

She then waves to Spy, as Scout easily picks her up, his hands on both of her thighs, making her wrap her legs around him. "Have a goodnight Spy!"

"Yea..cause I know we sure are~, God you are so sexy~! Im such a lucky guy."

Spy watched as they walked down the hall before shaking his head, before turning to see Engineer standing there.

"What do you want, Hardhat."

"Nothin', just admirin' the young love." He comes up and stands next to Spy, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Stop bein' such a worry wart. She's gonna treat him fine." Engineer says before guiding Spy to the rec room.

"Now c'mon, the rest of us are playin' cards."

Spy sighs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms as he follows Engineer.

"I hope she does treat him right...He deserves zhat.."

He says to himself before finally leaving the hallway to join the others.

BOOM SUPRISSSEEEEEE another fic in this little series I decided to do with the Mercs x The Nurse! I'm coming up with cute little names, like how the rest of the mercs pairings are. Feel free to drop some below!! Next is medic i promise!!

#tf2 fandom #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 x reader #tf2 fanfic #team fortress 2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 x reader #team fortress 2 imagines #tf2 x 10 class #scout tf2 #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 scout #scout #scout x reader #team fortress 2 scout #team fortress scout

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kelpweedkelpweedingkelpweeds · 1 month ago

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My list of individual hcs for marecal bcs @maryxherie thinks I have good takes (I'd like to beg to differ but here's my list anyways)

- Mare and Cal are interchangeable in the "*flexes power and looks badass* will you go out with me pretty please" "we're married."

-Cal touches Mare unconsciously in public and everyone's like "oh my god will you two just get a room"

- Mare and Cal are each other's 1st kisses bcs Cal stayed away from anything romance related and Mare nvr bothered in the Stilts

- Everyone in court suspected Cal was gay cause he nvr exhibited any interest in girls and he's also very pretty (unrelated but I'd like to think that after Tiberias 5 everyone just assumed his descendants were going to all be gay too), then Mare came along and everyone was like "nope, apparently he just has a thing for feisty girls"

- Cal has interest in things from the old generation before the Calamities and studies our era's tech, he got his design for his cycle based on some nearly unreadable diagrams Julian showed him of motorcycles

- Mare's short because she's malnourished (I mean it's canonically true Norta has unideal farmland unlike the Lakelands so food is more unaffordable and of lower quality) and she probably could have grown a little extra if her food wasn't as shit as it was

- Cal has a nice voice (I mean his mother is a singer and I believe it's kind of canon that descendants of singers tend to have melodic voices) and he could definitely sing if he learned ok I can't believe VA would dare say this man would be bad at it

- Mare was an unknowing heartbreaker, as in there were guys that took interest in her in the Stilts but back then she didn't care about romance and was kinda already set on marrying Kilorn/dying in war

- Cal is a romantic, he would believe in love and eventual happy endings (which he got, good for him)

- Cal definitely gives good hugs like that man is tall and warm and everything

- Mare would be the parent who does all the disciplining because Cal would be too soft on the kids

- They would work in Cal's garage together and Mare just troubleshoots all the battery/connection problems e.g. "yea the wire there probably isn't connected properly no electricity there"

Honestly I don't actually have that many but I will eventually compile more, I think about them often enough that the headcanons will come naturally :)

#red queen #tiberias vii calore #mare barrow #cal calore #marecal #headcanon #marecal brainrot hours woohoo

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transformation4life · 2 years ago

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A Little Too "Daddy"

It was a typical summer day after work for Joseph in his aparment. He typed away on his computer talking to his boyfriend, Carl.

Carl: Saw a really hot guy today while walkin' home today babe

Joseph: Oh yea? What body type

Carl: A total Daddy!!! Like damn... wish he was my boyfriend. Not to say you're bad but like... you know. Joseph: Haha... I see.

Carl: It's whatever anyway lol he was with his kids and clearly banged a woman.

Joseph: You can't say that for sure-

Carl: He was every stereotypical dad trope in the book bro. I know my stuff!!!

Joseph: If you say so... but like are you trying to say I should try and bulk up?

Carl: Maybe...

Joseph: Aw Carl, You know that's difficult.

Carl: Yea but imagine me calling you daddy haha

Joseph: You're lucky I love you.

Carl: Yea i know! Anyways Gotta go now. My favorite telenovela is about to start. Love you babe!

Joseph: Bye. Love you!

Joseph closed the messaging app with a sigh. He did a "bicep" flex and yup still skinny.

"Ugh. This sucks! Why can't I be what he wants?" Joseph slammed his face on his keyboard in despair.

"I should really talk to someone about this- oh wait! Joseph recalled the therapist hotline stapled onto the breakroom pinboard at his work.

"I guess I'll text it right now..." Joseph was quick to turn on his phone and with a bit of help he eventually texted the codeword to activate the automatic transfer.

Thank you so much for being here we'll get you to one of our members immediately!

"Oh great... this'll take a while hu-"

*Bling*

"oh!"

???: Hi my name is G3NI3 how can I help you, today?

Joseph: G3NI3? Did your parents hate you?

G3NI3: Nah dude it's a CODENAME. Gotta keep some sort of confidentiality

Joseph: Ah right fair enough

G3NI3: Alright so what's your name and why did you text us today?

Joseph: Joseph, and I'm here because of my boyfriend...

G3NI3: Aww did you break up?

Joseph: No... it's more... he saw a hot dad today and said "i wish he was my boyfriend"

G3NI3: Oh i see... was the dude straight?

Joseph: Yea why do you ask?

G3NI3: Just wondering... Anyways so I'm guessing the dude was like super buff and stuff? Joseph: Yea... meanwhile I'm a scrawny man in my 20's...

G3NI3: I see I see... so what you're saying is that if you were an older "daddy" you'd be happier?

Joseph: Yea. Atleast it'd appease my boyfriend...

G3NI3: Alright then, say Joseph why don't you tell me about your life and how you met your boyfriend maybe this'll help

Joseph: Uh... sure. Okay so like... we met in highschool and we REALLY hit it off so we started dating pretty soon after and now we're here.

G3NI3: Makes sense. Though... based on your talks I feel like you'd be more bros than boyfriends

Joseph: Huh? what makes you say that?

G3NI3: Idk just got the vibe.

Joseph: How WOULD you say that you only know him as my boyfriend.

G3NI3: Yea but like for people your age, not sure i'd go randomly say "hey this man my age should be friends with me!"

Joseph: What are you talking about? My boyfriend is like 24 and the dude seemed 40.

G3NI3: Nah man, didn't you say you were both in your 40's?

Joseph: No... I said 20's

G3NI3: Pretty sure I saw 40's

Joseph: Yea well!! I can just scroll up and see!!

G3NI3: Suit yourself.

Joseph was getting furious at this "G3NIE". He 100% told them he was in his... 40's? Joseph read the text again.

"Joseph: Yea... meanwhile I'm a scrawny man in my 40's..." Joseph couldn't believe it, but then it dawned on him oh wait... he IS in his 40's haha imagine actually being in my 20's again that would be WILD.

Joseph: Sorry about that. You're right me and my boyfriend are in our 40's.

G3NI3: Told ya. Though you never told me your boyfie's name.

Joseph: Oh it's Carl. Pretty normal name.

G3NI3: Weird... I feel like he would be more a Carlito.

Joseph: Uh... What makes you say that?

G3NI3: Isn't he from Mexico?

Joseph: Uh... yea? But how did you know that?

G3NI3: Lucky guess. I mean... imagine having a mexican hottie like him as your bro.

Joseph: Not sure what you mean. We're DATING and he's skinny like me. Even though we're both in our 40's...

Joseph paused for a second. Wasn't Carlit- Carl in his 20's and skinny? but then he "remembered" the last pic his boyfriend sent him.

"Get ready to some farm work for my bonita~ What do you think?"

Wait... Bonita? Carl- No... Carlito would never call Joseph that. Not to mention his boyfriend never looked like that! Or... did he? Joseph scrambled through his memories and every memory he had of Carlito was him as jacked af Mexican man. Guess he forgot how lucky he was. The bonita bothered him but he just ignored it for now.

Joseph: Sorry nvm yea he is all that. We're dating though so we're not just "bros".

G3NI3: nah man, you seem like bros to me. Don't you remember he married Maria and got like 2 kids.

Maria??? who is- Oh right. Maria is Carlito's "Bonita" He rants about her all the time to you at your weekly bar hangouts. Joseph remembers how his two kids Mateo and Juanita would call him Uncle Joseph! Ah he loves those little rascals. Wait.. something felt off to Joseph.

Joseph: How do you know all this? Isn't this our first session?

G3NI3: What are you talking about dude? This is like our 20th one together

"W-What???" Joseph could not believe what G3NI3 was saying. This was definitely his first using the hotline. Joseph could prove it he just has to scroll up a bit and- Huh?

To Joseph's amazement, G3NI3 was right they've been talking for months. And what do you know they bring up everything about Carlito too. Guess that's that mystery solved.

Joseph: Oh man, you're right guess my age is starting to show...

G3NI3: Don't count yourself out yet old man. You have a kid to care for!

Joseph: Kid??? You must be joking I'm single and could never get a kid! I'm gay!

G3NI3: Oh come on don't be like that just cause you had a divorce with Kate doesn't mean you gotta deny being straight as an arrow or deny that kid you helped make! Joseph: Okay now you're crazy! No way I got married to a LADY. I was never into them!!

G3NI3: No need to get worked up big guy. Your son is following in your footsteps as a bodybuilder! Bodybuilder???? What kind of insanity is G3NI3 spewing now! Joseph was skinny as stick. Always has been.

Joseph: You must think I'm crazy if you want to believe I'm anything but a stick! It's a miracle Carlito even wants to hang out with a single skinny guy like me!

G3NI3: Oh don't be so shy! I know you love flexing in front of Carlito to show how you can attract the ladies! Your libido is off the charts bro.

Joseph had enough of this. He'd crush his phone with his big strong hands if he didn't have the money to replace it.

Joseph: Now listen here! I know I love a good flexing or two but I wouldn't say I have a high libido! Besides... I'm not manly enough I don't got a beard or any cool tattoos...

G3NI3: Come on, Josef! You're the manliest they come! With a luscious ginger beard and a tattoo of a cross between your tits AND one on your left arm you're peak masculinity! And you even married a WOMAN. Sure it didn't last but it's something!

Josef: You really think so? Aw shucks. Maybe if I was a faggot we could've dated... as if! The only thing I love more than muscles is a good looking women to take home and fuck silly.

G3NI3: Focus Josef. Use that bald head of yours for once and think! You came here because you didn't think Carlito doesn't want to hang out with you right?

Josef: Yes... we might've been bros since middle school but idk ever since me and the divorce with Kate it just doesn't feel like the same...

G3NI3: Puh-lease. You guys are two peas in a bro-pod. Do you really think Carlito would send you this if you weren't bros for life?

Josef: Ah I remember that! Carlito made those fags think they had a chance with him when he and Maria been fuckin' for years! Got a good laugh out of that!

Carlito: Exactly! Who would send that to a straight friend otherwise!

Josef: You're right... What did I have to worry about? Me and Carlito? We're buds for life!

Just then a knock came at the door.

"Dad! Carlito's here!" "Coming, Son!"

Josef: Welp, looks like Carlito's here. Thanks for the talk G3NI3. Always appreciate ya!

G3NI3: No problem! and remember... you asked for this

Josef: W-Wha?

G3NI3: Nothing! Bye

"And to think that's my therapist... Anyways gotta get ready for my bro!" Josef got up from his seat and left his bedroom stationed at the 2nd floor of his house. Gotta thank Kate for that child support money. But before he could enter the hallway...

"Son! I told you no underwear and caps in the house! Put some damn clothes on!"

Sorry pa, I just loveee my muscles. Do you mind if a girl comes over tonight? I think it'll work this time!"

"'Course Son. The Women will love ya! You get it from your old man!" Josef flexes to make his point clear.

"Thanks dad!" Josef's son flexes back before getting ready for his date.

"How did I get lucky enough to get a son like that?" Josef chuckled. He might not got much but at least he has son and his bro Carlito.

"Oh right! Carlito!" Josef almost forgot to get ready so he grabbed a fresh set of clothes and went to go change in the bathroom.

Before he changed Josef did one quick flex in the mirror.

"G3NI3 wasn't kidding. That libido of mine is ready to go!" Josef was proud of his physique. But now's not the time for that he has to go meet his bro.

Josef adorned his massive figure with a tank top saying "BEAST" and some killer designer shades he was ready to finally answer that door. With a strong force Josef opened the door to find the man himself, Carlito.

"Hola amigo. Have you seen that faggot Josef anywhere? Haha!"

"Oh come on Carlito, you know I'm as straight as an arrow!" Josef said back in a playful tone.

"Would you change your mind if I were to... do this?" Carlito took his shirt and removed his shades and did a flex right in front of Josef.

"...."

"..."

"..." "GAHAHAHA" The two large man laughed in unison.

"Nah bro, you're my bro forever and always." Josef smiled.

"As always mi amigo, now let's rapido we're gonna be late for our gym sess!" Carlito put his shirt and shades back on and headed for his luxury car.

As for Josef he didn't have a car as cool as Carlito but had a car from the 2000's and it was like his second child but don't tell Josef's son that. But before he got in his car Josef took a moment to feel his masculinity in the car window's reflection.

"I look damn fine."

And So Josef and Carlito went to have grand old brotime together. Working out together like true bros, hanging out at the bar like true bros, and of course trying to get Josef with a woman for the 30th time this month. You'd think they were a couple but nah they're both straight as arrows no doubt about that. Josef lived a happy life despite his circumstances and that meant more time to flex flex FLEX!

Safe to say he was a real... daddy. He's even got the kid to show for it.

#muscle tf #male tf #gay to straight #reality change #mental change #mind change

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bookedupbabe · 1 month ago

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Watch me make a post about each crow as a taylor swift revenge song

Where are you going.?!? I said watchh mee

Here goes nothing:

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO (Kaz's version)

The title literally says it all?!? Ooh and then the bridge goes "I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams" ... you're telling me that Pekka Rollins doesn't get nightmares after the whole "I buried your son" thing from kaz? Yea. As if. Some other stuff (if you aren't automatically convinced)...

1. "The role you made me play of the fool" yep.. basically kaz getting duped by Rollins

2. "But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time..honey i rose up from the dead" do I need to explain?

3. "Locked me out an threw a feast" ngl this reminds me Pekka Rollins being safe and sound during the outbreak and kaz and Jordie being locked out on the streets

KARMA (Inejs version)

Hehehhehehhe

Gonna go over some lines that stand out the most

1. "And I keep my side of the street clean... you wouldn't know what I mean" tante heleen whom?

2. "Karma is my boyfriend (Kaz mention?) , Karma is a god (her saints ), Karma is a cat (like herself ;))"

3. "Spider boy (inej) king of thieves (kazz)"

4."Flexing like a goddamn acrobat" yes inej!!

I DID SOMETHING BAD (Nina's version)

That one particular line that goes "they're burning all the witches even if you aren't one" clicks so well with Nina being a grisha.. and also the "they say I did something bad, then why'd it feel so good?" Resonates bc local folks (plus druskelle) are always against and afraid of grisha powers but using it is what gives grisha life and health so they can live longer. Lastly... the line "if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing" JARLLL BRUMM YOU BETTER COUNT YOUR DAYS

BAD BLOOD (Matthias' version)

(Okie I am apologizing for this one pls don't put a gun to my head)

"Band aids don't fix bullet holes" yea helvar learnt that the hard way didn't he

"Now we got bad blood, you know it used to be mad love" The kid who killed matthias reminded matthias of himself. The way he also loved his druskelle family and believed their beliefs in a brainwashed way. Which is why "mad love" But now blood has been spilled and it's all gone bad.

MEAN (Wylan's version)

And this one has wylans fingerprints ALL over it

Verse 1 and 2 literally describes Van Eck and eats him up to bits exposing his pathetic ass

Like; "you knocked me off my feet again, making me feel like a nothing", "you,picking on the weaker man" & "you have pointed out my flaws again"

And then there's "someday I'll be big enough so you can't hurt me and all you'll ever be is mean" remind me once again how ck ends? Cause this line describes it perfectly

YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN (Jesper's version)

This isn't exactly a rEvEngE song but who needs to get caught up in the specifics?

Plus it describes jesper in the best ways possible especially since the song has the same tone as the one jesper usually speaks.

And let's never forget: " and shade never made anybody less gay"

Lastly all the crows would be represented by THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS

Yep.. that's about it... if you reached the end of this then thank you.. for erm bearing with my rant.. really appreciate it

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fantisyoflove · 1 year ago

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Snape's First Year of Teaching (part 4)

[Image from pintrest if you know the artist please tag 😁]

Warnings ⚠️ death, mentions of death, and death eater attacks

Chapter word count: 4663

Total work word count: 24,244

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Your mind slowly comes into the conscious realm. In your sleepy state, you are perfectly at ease. That is until you feel a strong presence in your mind. It shrouds around you in a green cloud of smoke.

In a panic you throw up a mental wall slamming out the curling suffocating smoke. Your body responded in kind by jumping out of bed and landing with a thud on the rug below.

Severus shot up and slammed himself into the headboard, knees drawn up, and arms wrapped around himself. He hid his face in his arms.

"What the fu..." you start but then see Severus shaking and muttering.

You stand up, brushing the hair out of your face, you slowly crawl back on the bed.

"Severus?" You say softly and reach to touch his leg. He flinches away with a sharp breath.

"Severus, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you"

"I'm not scared!" He snapped lifting his head.

You gave him a soft smile, "no you're right you're not scared. I'm still sorry for whatever that was" you waved an absent minded hand towards where you had fallen out of bed. Severus straightened himself out on the bed again.

"What... what was that? "

"Did you feel the smoke too!?" You asked concerned "do you still feel it now? Close your eyes!"

Severus was taken aback by the bombarding of questions. He started to shake his head no and then quickly covered his eyes.

"Wait what smoke? What about that giant wall and why are my eyes closed?"

"You felt a wall?"

"Yea it felt like I was smacked in the face by a giant metal wall."

"Severus," you started carefully "were you inside my mind?"

"Well I umm.. " He gave a half shrug, his hands still over his eyes. "Yes. I mean I didn't mean to ... exactly. I was just.. well sometimes I just... but I thought once I was asleep it would kind of like I guess turn off."

"You really are a legilimens?"

Severus nodded, "I'm sorry Lyra I didn't mean you look into your mind. It was just an accident at first but then I kept doing it when I wanted to feel comfortable or safe or to make sure you still like me..."

You grabbed both his hands and pulled them down away from his face. Setting them in his lap you then cupped his face and pulled him closer. You brush your lips against his and then try to pull back to gage his reaction but instead Severus wrapped both his arms around your neck and pulled you against his chest. You quickly move your legs to either side of his hips as he kisses you, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue swiping across it before letting it slip into your mouth.

He pulled back suddenly, "wait why did I have to close my eyes?"

You sigh, "really Severus you should do some research into magic before you just start using it all willy nilly"

You adjust yourself so you are straddling his lap, your hands rest between you two, and you can look at him. You feel his cock flex underneath you and you give him a coy smile, "do you think you can focus like this?"

He licks his lips and then nods. "Yes please ignore that" he says not meeting your eyes.

"Well, first of all I told you to cover your eyes because I didn't know who was in my mind before I shut them out and I was worried they might be watching through your eyes."

Snape was truly puzzled now, "you mean to say I could see current events not just thoughts or memories?"

"Some can, it's powerful magic. I can achieve some insight with a spell but you seem to do it just on whim" you said with a slight question to your tone. Severus nodded and you continued, "so by covering your eyes they couldn't see out, even if they could still listen or see in your mind."

"And the wall?"

"That is also magic but that can be learned without spell work. I can teach you if you want"

"It would probably be useful.... why don't you shield your mind all the time?"

"It takes a lot of concentration to do it completely but most of my memories are locked away all the time."

"Oh?"

"What have you seen when you've looked into my mind?"

Severus blushed a deep red and turned his face away from you, suddenly very focused on the pattern in your blankets. "Umm well mostly I just like the feelings I feel from your mind. You are always so calm and it's warm in there" he shrugs dismissively.

You cup his cheek again and pull his face back to yours. He still won't meet your eyes so you nuzzle into his neck, his arms wrap around you instinctively and he rests his cheek on top of your head.

"Do you want me to stop going into your mind?" He whispered

"Part of me wants to say yes because it feels .... odd that you can see so much... but at the same time no because I have nothing to hide"

Severus felt that twinge again, like you were lying.

You felt his stiffen slightly and cautiously put up a complete wall in your mind. He can feel you lying you thought. You didn't think he was that strong with his powers but if they were natural gifts he had of course it would be ... you'd have to choose your words more carefully. You lowered back down the wall with a sigh.

"I won't ask you to stop Severus but I will ask you not to dig too much, a girls gotta have some secrets." You feel him nod and kiss his neck, a groan vibrates in his chest and his hips buck into you.

"I can agree to that." He said

"Do you wanna ask anything else?"

Severus was quiet and still for a very long time. You almost thought he fell back asleep before he cleared his throat and shifted slightly underneath you.

"Do you... do you really... umm see yourself ... see I mean us. Do you see us having..." his voice fails him and he falters trying to complete his sentence. He clears his throat again.

"Do you see us having a relationship? Like with each other? " You can't see his face but you can feel him holding his breath waiting for your answer.

"Oh, umm... well Severus" he tenses "I kinda already" you feel the utter dread filling up inside of him "thought we were... you know. Together?" All of those feelings whooshed out of him so fast and his eyes welt up with tears.

"You mean that?" He asked his voice so shaky you felt like you needed to hold him tighter.

You felt the soft curl of smoke in your mind again. You wondered why you haven't noticed it before, you were always so careful! 'Maybe it's because you are too blind with all these feelings' a voice hissed in your head. 'You are too invested. You are too close. This isn't real'

You take a soft breath and push the thoughts down. You grab Severus's chin and turn him towards you. Kissing him once on the lips, "yes of course" you say and start kissing along his jaw. You think back to that night at Malfoy Manor and focus on the feeling of his hard cock beneath you right now.

Severus tried being sneaky and it seemed like he was successful in reaching your mind without you knowing this time. He felt the sincerity in your words and then the rush of other feelings. He felt how you felt in that moment and his hips jerked in response.

"Since we are now officially boyfriend and girlfriend do you think we could, well you know" you say and roll your hips into his then gently rock back and forth.

Severus's eyes widen, and he pulls out of your mind. The feeling of his body on fire is too much. His mind is racing, even with the unmistakable proof from your mind he still questioned if you ACTUALLY liked him or not.

"We can wait too, it's okay Severus, no rush" you say seeing the sheer panic on his face.

"Lyra, I want to. Gods all mighty I do, I just don't know if I can right now." He is so pink right now you have to kiss his nose. Then you nuzzle your nose with his.

"It's okay Severus. I understand. I've never done anything like this before either so I get it"

Severus scoffed, "I find that hard to believe."

You furrow your eyebrows and look at him a little perplexed, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying that you seem a little more... skilled at certain things. And that night in the closet when your father found us... he made it sound like that wasn't the first time he found you in a closet with some guy!" Snape's voice raises slightly towards the end.

You press your lips together, your tongue pushes on the inside of your teeth as you bite back a quick response. You breath in through your nose and try to calm yourself.

"Severus it's not like that. Please I feel like you are just trying to find another way to push me away."

He rolls his eyes, "sure yea whatever"

You climb off of him and go pull a robe on over your pajamas. "Maybe you should go" you say softly.

"Maybe I will" he snapped. He shoved his legs into his pants not even bothering to take off the pajamas he was already wearing and then snatched up his cloak before stomping out into the living room.

You followed behind him twirling your hair up on top of your head and putting your wand through it to hold it in place.

He stuffed his feet into his boots not even bothering to tie them as he stomped to the door.

"Severus," you start but then stop as he turns to look at you. The anger in his eyes steals your voice.

"What!" He snaps

"I'm... I " you clutch your arms around yourself, not sure what to say.

"Well spit it out!" He snaps and you flinch at his words.

"Please don't be mad. I don't want you to be mad"

"I'm not mad!" He shouts. You feel the green smoke engulf your mind and suddenly you are spinning very fast the whole room a blur until you stop. You drop to your knees unable to keep yourself upright. The scene before you clears and you see yourself a young girl sitting in your father's shop reading a book. A group of men enter and promptly dispose of all the customers. Your father shouts at them but your eyes are locked on the little girl version of yourself. You watch as she hides under the table, as she is pulled out by her ankles by one of these men, as her father is made to kneel before them, as they point their wands at him at first and then at you. You still feel the pricking of the mans nails in your shoulder, your hand goes to your shoulder to check if he was actually holding you and not the child version of you. Nothing. You catch sight of Severus watching the scene unfold too behind you. He looks stunned. You turn back to the scene now the child is screaming. Glass shatters, everyone covers their ears and the death eaters fall to their knees. You cover your ears too, the scream deafening. Suddenly the death eaters fly out the now shattered windows and land in a pile in the street. The child stops screaming. Everything stills. You remember you have the power to stop all this and throw Severus out of your mind.

Crashing back down to the present. You don't even try to stand up, your head is still spinning.

The silence surrounds you as Severus seems to come back to himself, he rushes towards you.

"Lyra! Lyra I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I wasn't trying ..." you hold up your hand to stop him and then place it on your forehead trying to stop the spinning. Severus picked you up, surprisingly with ease, and set you on the couch. In a fuss he seemed to flit around the room as he started the kettle, got you a blanket, and brought you a cup of tea.

You held it in both hands, the warmth of it grounding you. Severus stood near you wringing his hands together.

"What can I do?" He whispers.

"Hold me?" You breath

He is so hesitant but finally he sits next to you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You lean your head against his chest.

After a long 10 minutes he said "how did that happen?"

You took a deep shaky sigh and set the cup of tea down and snuggled closer to him. He pulled you into his lap and tucked the blanket around you more, resting his chin on top of your head.

"Your powers are unchecked and big emotional responses can make it harder to control it. You need to control your emotions, discipline your mind."

Severus nodded and then kissed the top of your head. "I'm sorry" he muttered into your hair.

"For...?" You coaxed

He sighed, "for being a jerk. I don't know how you're still friends with me"

It wasn't the best apology but you could accept it.

"Maybe it's because I secretly know you're only a jerk because people have always been mean to you. How would you know what a healthy relationship looks like "

Severus felt like the invisible glass shattered around him. You were right, he realized.

"How do you do it?" He asked.

"Hmm?" You hummed your eyes closed and your body relaxed into his.

"How do you keep yourself in such control all the time? You always have your emotions in check and here I am a complete mess."

"Lots of practice." You say

Severus is drawing light circles across your arm, "could you teach me?" He asked

"To control your emotions? "

"And to shield my mind"

"I guess it would be useful, it would mean though that you would have to practice against the spell and the first few times I might get in and. .. well see inside your mind."

Severus stiffened, "you could see anything?"

"I could see everything." You say firmly. You pull back from him to look at his eyes. "But who would you rather see inside your mind? Me? Or your enemies? "

Severus honestly thought about it. "... you" he said after a beat.

"Excellent, we will start tomorrow" you said and snuggled back against Severus' chest.

Severus wanted to protest and say that you should start now but the warmth and heaviness that clung to his body stalled him. He held you close to him and breathed in your scent. Soon he felt you snoring lightly and he felt comfortable enough to rest his eyes too.

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After dinner Severus came to your flat to practice. You stifled a giggle as you watched him from the window sneaking across the snow covered lawn. Luckily the foot traffic there was so thick no one would notice another set of foot prints. You told him he didn't need to sneak around since you were both adults but he made a good point that the students would talk and they didn't need to be talking about their two professors together or speculating what they were doing together, alone, and so late into the evening.

You had to hold yourself back from telling him they come up with these theories all on their own with little evidence. Some students you had even over heard spoke about Severus being interested in professor McGonagall or even madam Hooch. Simply on the fact that he had sat next to them during meals sometimes or spoke to them in the halls.

The first time he came you promised you would go easy on him.

"Imagine all your memories and thoughts locked away in a chest or trunk.... now mentally think of a wall all around your thoughts.... ready?"

You watched his face as he set it to neutral and then held his hands behind his back.

"Ready" he confirmed

You raised your wand, a slight tick in his eyes but otherwise he held firm, you cast the spell and felt yourself enter his mind easily. So many memories and thoughts flashed before you. You saw a small boy huddled in a corner as two adults shouted at each other, then a woman standing in front of that same little boy as she struck him across the face, then you saw hogwarts and the small boy gets sorted into Slytherin, then out in the lawn the boy lays next to a little girl with red hair, then the boy is older now sitting under a tree as a group of four other boys use magic to pelt him with pinecones. You feel like you've seen enough and pull away.

Severus staggers back and catches himself on the edge of your couch. Sweat beads on his forehead and he looks paler than before. You rush over and help him sit down on the floor. You pull out a chocolate bar from your pocket and brake off a piece for him. He takes it hesitantly, his fingers shaking, but pops it in his mouth and chews.

"I'm sorry Severus. The first time is always the hardest. Once you've rested a moment we can try again." You move to sit by him but he jumps up.

"No," he quickly swallows the chocolate "do it again." He looks determined but you are nervous.

"Sev... we can take a minute..."

"No!" He snaps. "Sorry . . . No." He says a little softer this time. "I can do this"

You sign and stand back up pointing your wand at him again, "you sure?"

"Do it."

You cast the spell again this time there is some resistance. You feel a small amount of pressure. But one push further and you see tumbling back into his memories. You feel flooded with emotions, you can't exactly see anything but you feel the most awful pain on your back, then like someone has kicked you in the stomach. You lurch out of his mind and fall forward on your hands and knees. The faint feeling of the wind getting knocked out of you passes almost immediately but the ghost of it has you cautiously taking your next few breaths.

"Lyra!" He choaks and rushes forward to help you up. Your body hunches, expecting the pain, but there isn't any. You stand up straight and brush the hair out of your face.

"That was better" you quip.

Severus still looked worried for you, "I'm so sorry I was really trying that time"

"Don't rush it! It takes time. Come let's sit awhile." You motion to the table and Severus sits while you make tea. As you wait for the water to boil you find yourself rubbing at your back where the pain was.

Severus watches you and then looks out the window as he says, "it was a strap."

"Hmm?" You turn around. He isn't looking at you and you thought maybe he hadent spoken in the first place but then he said so softly you had to focus on his lips to understand.

"The pain is from a strap, he used it on my back." You could hear the pain in his voice and so many odd quirks about Severus finally made sense.

Suddenly you felt very angry and had to force yourself to calmly make tea. 'Dumbledore really knows how to pick us' you thought bitterly. 'Take a wounded animal and give it a little food and some attention and suddenly it will do anything you ask'

You take a deep breath and fix your face before turning back to the table and setting the mugs down.

"I'm so sorry Severus." You take his hand in yours and just hold it for awhile. Slowly Severus turns back to you.

"Thank you... for the tea" he says picking up his mug.

You both feel tired after and Severus insists on going back to his own chambers for the evening.

"If you're sure Sev ... but like I said I have watch tonight so you could sleep here and I'll be back closer to dawn"

Severus shook his head. "No last time I slept over I was almost seen leaving your place by those students that jog in the mornings" he scoffed, he never understood people running for enjoyment.

"Alright Severus well if you feel up to it tomorrow we can try again." You shrugged on your cloak.

"Yes tomorrow" he said as he grabbed his own cloak and followed you down the stairs.

You walked him to the dungeons and then went about your watch duties. After you had checked all the common room halls and the great hall you went towards the headmasters office.

Up the stairs you found Dumbledore pacing in his office.

"Ah miss Burke. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You have to cut him loose"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "I'm sorry you'll have to clarify"

"Snape, he is too fragile. Cut him loose. Get someone else to spy for you. I'll do it"

"You know Voldemort doesn't allow women in his inner circle."

"I'll take a polyjuice potion every night and ..."

"And when he discovers your true identity? Then what will happen to you? To your family?" Dumbledore says matter of factly. "You would put your own life on the line but what about theirs?"

You clenched your fists and tried to breath evenly. "Well we must do something. I don't think he can handle it."

"And what makes you say that? Severus is far more powerful than he let's on. I believe with the right tools and the right training he could do great things." Dumbledore picked up a jelly bean from a bowl on his desk and chewed it thoughtfully. "Ah, lemon, my favorite" he turned away from you now and looked outside the window.

"These are dark times Melyra. We must all do our part." The tone in his voice left the impression that no more would be said about it.

You stomped your foot and left in a huff. You couldn't help it, Dumbledore was right.

If you couldn't keep Severus away then you would help him be strong enough to hold his own.

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For the rest of the week Severus came to your flat after dinner and you practiced. By the third night he had managed to keep the wall up and keep you out.

By the fourth night he could push you out of his mind after you had entered it.

And by the fifth night he was able to lock away almost all of his memories so all you could see was what he allowed you to see.

"I'm so proud of you Severus! You've come so far. You are a very good student" you booped him on the nose with your finger. He smiled and playfully pushed you away only to grab you and pull you back into his arms.

"I have an excellent teacher" he kisses you on the lips and holds you against his chest.

"Yes you do" you agree and kiss him back.

You both relax on the couch, comfortable in the silence.

Outside the clock tower chimes signaling the stroke of midnight. Severus shifts and starts to stand up from underneath you.

"Wait, Sev, please stay. You haven't all week and tomorrow is Saturday anyway. You won't have to rush off early for classes. No one would know." You plead.

Severus looks unsure. He knows he has been trying to keep you at arms length. He feels that if he pulls away enough you'll still keep him around but it won't hurt as bad when you find out the truth.

"Please" you whine. Severus can't help but smile. You are so strong, so sure of yourself, but then you resort to whining and pouting to try and get your way.

"Alright, I will stay tonight" he says. You squeel and pounce on him kissing him all over.

Severus summons his pajamas and toothbrush and goes to your bathroom to prepare for bed. You make up the bed with clean sheets and once Severus comes out you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You leave the door open out of habit and Severus can see you from the bed. He watches as you comb your hair, put on lotion, and brush your teeth. It is all so domestic he can't help but think he would never find something like this.

You climb into bed and wave your wand to put out the lights.

"Good night"

You snuggle under the blankets, a slight chill to the air now that everything was dark and the fire was just embers. Severus wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against him. You fit so perfectly together. His thumb lazily drags across your skin as he holds you. His soft breath warms your neck and you feel comforted by the rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Sleep comes easily.

You feel a tingle between your legs. At first you feel so far away from your body but that feeling pulls you in close. Your brain is fuzzy as you try to work out what it is. You reach down and feel a head between your legs. Your eyes fly open and you try to sit up but Severus gentle pushes you back down. He winks at you before going back to eat you out. His tongue circles your clit and a finger is tracing up and down your folds. He looks up at you and holds you gaze. His finger continues to trace along the edges. You hips buck just wanting more and you realize he is asking for your permission. You can't find your voice but you nod excitedly. The gleam in his eyes as he watches your face as his finger slowly pushes into you. You moan at the wonderful feeling. He sucks you clit and pushes in another finger.

"Oh Severus" you moan your back arches, your body wants more.

"That's my girl," he says. And then kisses up your stomach, his fingers move to your mouth and he watches as you lick them clean.

"Do you want me, my darling?" He whispers in your ear . He kisses along your neck until he finds the perfect spot and starts to suck a hickey onto your neck.

Your hips buck and you nod again.

"Mmm I need to hear you my darling"

"Yes" you breath. Oh gods you can't believe this is actually happening. You feel his cock press against your folds.

"Yes what?" He teases taking his cock and rubbing it up and down your slit coating the tip in your juices.

"Yes Severus please fuck me!" You are so horny right now you want him to fuck you until you can't move anymore. He smiles and trusts his cock into you.

You cry out, back arching.

You bolt upright your eyes wide. Pricks of sweat beat on your forehead. You wipe them away with the back of your hand looking around the room. Everything is dark, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Mm Lyra? You okay?" Severus's sleep voice brings you back to reality. It was just a dream.

"Yes, sorry, weird dream" you say and settle back down next to him. Your clit is throbbing and you feel like you might explode but you press your knees together and take calm even breaths.

"Want to tell me about it?" He asks with a yawn.

"Maybe later go back to sleep."

"Okay" he yawns again and then pulls you close to him. You feel like your body is calming down again but you can't fall back asleep.

You lay there and listen to Severus's steady breathing.

'It was just a dream'

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jgyllenhaalstannie · 1 year ago

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✣Ken trying to impress you bc he has a unknown crush on you✣

Summary:Ken realized that impressing someone in the real world was a lot different than impressing someone in Barbie land (sorry this is so damn late😣school been wooping my ass)

When Ken first returned to the real world without Barbie he was bummed,no Barbie to follow around, no matching outfits with Barbie. He missed Barbie. But he knew that thinking about her would just make him more upset. And Ken is too manly to be caught upset except by Barbie.

After staying in the real world for a few days,Ken ran into you on the street, quiet literally. He wasn't looking where he was going and slammed face first into you. "Oh jeez, are you ok?" He asked cautiously,watching you rub your nose."Yea I'm fine,thank you.I'm actually in kind of a hurry right now so thank you again!" You almost rushed off until Ken grabbed your arm."Wait,I think I've seen you around before.Barbie Lan- I mean,uh,where I come from, I recognize alot of faces I've seen before." He had seen you before. He's seen you walking down the street, at a coffee shop, in a store, at the beach.

He's not a stalker. He's just always 'running into you'.

"Hey yeah I do remember you. I've seem you around a few places. Your bright aura always caught my eye." Ken's eyebrows raised as you gave him a light smile. You noticed him? And his... Aura? Whatever that was, he didn't know. He was just happy to finally be noticed. He knew that after that confession or what he took it as he had to up his game.

"Well, where you headed? I could make up this 'accident' we had and finally introduced myself." Ken gave a slight smirk of confidence as he subtly not really tried to flex his muscles. "Not heading somewhere you wanna be that's for sure. Gotta go to work at an office." You complained, Ken now walking with you down the street. He wasn't listening much when you talked about what you had to do but started to pay attention when you mentioned a guy.

"Then this guy, I'm so sick of him, he keeps trying to talk to me every day but he's so anno-".Ken was furious inside, even though he didn't really have a reason to. 'The nerve that guy has to bother them... He's probably just like Ken and trying to get with them.' "Hey watch out!" You jerked him back away from the oncoming car in the street. He was too deep in his thoughts to even hear the car coming. In his fault, Barbie Land cars don't really make noise or go that fast. "You didn't see that coming?" You questioned him, watching his eyes go big.

You were gripping his hand.

Barbie never did that to him. Ken didn't even hear you talking to him, he was too focused on your hand in his. "Hey you alright? You seem in shock." You pulled him to the side and let go of his hand. He was sad you stopped touching him. "Um, yea I'm ok, totally." Ken plastered a big smile on his face to hide his disappointment. You looked at your phone and sighed. "Well, I'm already late. I guess we can just stay out and talk." He secretly wished you wouldn't go to work so he could stay with you. This time he contained his happiness and gave a smirk and head nod. "I'm ok with that."

You led him to a coffee shop up the street,this time watching for cars so he doesn't get hit. "So, I told you all about me. I don't know much about you,mystery blonde." Ken held back his squeal from the nickname you gave him."Well I'm from around here, totally...where I come from is a lot less hectic than here." You cocked your head to the side. "How so? Most of every where around here is very hectic so I doubt you're from here." Ken sighed as he tried to explain Barbie Land to you, trying not to weird you out.

After a while you managed to believe him. He was too 'perfect' to just be from here. "You know, I could totally beach with you. If you're down of course." Ken boasted, still trying to flex his muscles. You watched him look around nervously as he gave you quick glances. He tried to take a sip of the drink you ordered for him and ended up pouring it all over his face. You held back your laugh as you gave him some napkins to wipe with."That usual doesn't have anything in it,um." Ken chuckled quietly and shifted his eyes to the side, embarrassed by what happened.

That was so uncool.

#barbie 2023 #barbie #barbie movie #barbie the movie #ken x reader #ken #kenenough #kenergy #barbie x reader

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shoukiko · 1 year ago

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My Simon "Ghost" Riley headcanons

Throws up this and runs away. No cuz fr, I don't know how else to share this other than just *BLEH* *Runs* plz enjoy (I hope my boyfriend doesn't see) Word Count: 688 Fandom: Call of Duty Modern Warefare Purely sfw!!!!!!

I see so many people talk about him like he's this cold insecure guy, not for me, he has so much confidence and loves showing off especially in front of you. Soap showing you some dumb trick he can do with a knife? Ghost wil 100% come in like "Oh yea, watch this?" and do something 10x cooler. He catches you watching some guy on YouTube mincing some veggies really fast? Ghost will practice in his free time and randomly come to you like "Come, I wanna show you what I can do" and then make you watch him mince veggies. Anytime you take a selfie he has to photo bomb it in the back with him flexing or a peace sign, he's jsut silly like that.

Bro cannot cook for shit. He burns everything so he sticks with microwaved meals or a sausage on a stove (courtesy of this post) If he's cooking and you're around he will look to you with a desperate face and say something like "Help me out, yeah? Cmon"

TOUCHING!!!!!! LOVE LANGUAGE IS TOUCHING!!!!!! He NEEDS to be touching you in some way. Sitting on a couch, but someone is in between you and him? He has his arm reaching out behind them to touch your hair/shoulder. He's laying down with you sitting up? His feet are under your thighs. He loves touching you in way that aren't super obvious, but when you're alone he needs to be holding you in some way.

I like to think he plays video games on his free time. Maybe not like Minecraft (He would definitely play if you asked him) but more like FPS games cuz he knows he'd be good. (He also has a banger set up that he's really proud of, he'd build you a PC if you asked)

If you guys are just friends/long distance, you'd talk to him over Discord, maybe you have a server with him. (And perhaps Soap and Gaz....Price too old :3) He would ping you like "@name I wanna play a game, play with me." and you you didn't respond fast enough, he would spam ping until you answer cuz he's desperate for your attention.

He likes to look at you, whenever you call him he will instantly switch to a video call so he can see your face, but he's the tyep to not pay attention and only show his forehead because of how he holds his phone. Maybe on discord before you play he asks you to turn your camera on and when you don't wanna he hangs up and refuses to join back. (Cuz hes a big baby)

Back rubs, giving and recieving....need I say more

He made an instagram/twitter/whatever you use, just to follow you. He only ever follows you until Gaz or Soap beg him for a follow, Price again doesn't really care for it. He likes all of your posts, including the cringey ones. If you post selfies and get compliments, he'd reply to someone saying "Get in line" or "They're taken, fuck off with ya"

His texts are short, but you can tell how he really means it, he's better with actual words than texts because he likes being able to look at your reactions. Things like "You wanna get some takeaway? I can order you something, what would you like?" Will turn into "Food, yea?" in text.

He'd let you paint his nails, would go around showing people what his "Lovie" did to him. He'd also be surprisingly good at painting yours, steady hands~

"Hey, Ghost" "Simon." "What?" "You heard me."

He likes playfighting, maybe you're standing next to him and he'll randomly shove you just to get a reaction, he finds it cute.

If you own a pet, it loves him, but he doesn't love the shedding. Ruins his edgy look.

He cares, but he shows it quietly so he doesn't embarrass you in any way. If you're crying, he'll come to you and give you a soft headpat, or rub your back. He won't say anything until after you've calmed down That's all for now~~ I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do!! If you want more PLEASE TELL ME I WILL DELIVER!!!!!

#simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #cod mwii #ghost cod #headcanon #ghost headcanons #cod #cod mw2 #woof woof woof bark bark #big man make brain go brrrrrr #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod 141 #task force 141

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ac3-76 · 10 months ago

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Kai Smith Headcannons

warnings: none😊

General

Idc what anyone says he can cook

like him and Nya were on their own for most of their childhood and bc Kai is the oldest he insisted on cooking

also because he grew up poor he gets really creative in the kitchen

his body temperature is constantly at 102° Fahrenheit

he does well in colder climates and doesn't struggle with feeling cold or freezing, but in hotter climates he gets heat exhaustion fast

He pretty much refuses on taking rest days

like he has to work out every single day or else he gets really insecure

He has the largest social media following out of all the ninjas(if you don't include Lloyd's graffiti account that no one knows he runs)

his body insecurity stems from growing up skinny and underweight

He LOVES Supernatural and sees a lot of himself in Dean Winchester

He has 3 tiktok accounts, one for fashion, one for thirst traps, and one where he just talks, rants, or does vlogs

he also has a YouTube channel that does really well, it's mostly vlogs, pranking the ninjas, doing challenges, trying things

his YouTube channel is kind of a mix of Jake Webbers channel, Kalogeras sisters, and the Sturniolo Triplets

He only has 1 Instagram and he mostly posts pictures of him and the other ninjas hanging out and having fun

He has a public and a private Twitter

the only thing he posts on his public account is i❤️my partner type stuff and dates for things

He definitely did a tweet about how exited he was for A Good Girls Guide To Murder TV show to be released

His private account has tweets for literally everything he does and thinks

"ate a fire cookie🔥🔥"

"just took a narly nap"

"you guys"(with absolutely no rhyme or reason, everyone was responding to that one really confused)

"just watched Teen Wolf, Chris Argent is such a dilf"

The crazy thing is his private account has over 4 million followers, he accepts literally everyone that requests to follow it

He's extremely good at math, put any math problem in front of him and he can solve it in his head in 15 seconds

He's also very financially literate, he's got all of his money related things in order and is a millionaire by season 10 bc he got into investing and stocks

No one knows abt him being a millionaire tho bc he doesn't buy things that look expensive and he doesn't flex his money

He totally buys expensive things tho

it's mostly high end clothing

he has a huge shoe collection that costs at least $2,813

He's an absolute fiend for cosmic brownies

He's a huge car guy

His favorite car brand is Koenigsegg and he owns a black Jesko Attack

He also owns 2 motorcycles

Dating

He's hispanic and fluent in Spanish

If his S/O doesn't speak spanish he'll tell them things in Spanish and won't tell them what if means

He does this all the time

It's bc Spanish is his first language and it's easier for him to say things in his mother tounge

(Yk in Modern Family when Gloria says that no one knows how smart she is in spanish, yea Kai totally feels that)

(he's also a chronic Modern family watcher and he relates to Gloria and Hailey so hard)

If his s/o speaks Spanish he prefers talking to them in Spanish

(he also loves if they speak it bc its also Nya's first language which means they can talk to Nya better)

He absolutely adores physical touch and cuddling

Hugs from behind.

Neck kisses.

he loves his hair being played with

if his S/O wants their hair braided, he can do it

French, Dutch, typical 3 strand, box, godess, cornrows, triangle box, twist, micro braids, fulani, Havana

whatever you want and whatever ur hairtype, he can do it

He can also do any hairstyle on any hair type like it's the easiest thing ever

He def does a soft launch at first

once your relationship is public, he post you all. the. time.

he just loves showing off his lover

However, he makes sure that while ur relationship is known, it's private

he's not gonna post any fights or issues that you 2 have, he works those out in private

he let's you steal any of his clothes(as long as you give them back)

He's the right amount of jealous and possesive

if someone else if flirting with you he'll just walk up and put his arm around ur shoulders or waist

he pretty much never introduces himself when someone else if flirting with you, he let's you do that

He's very secure in his relationship, he wouldn't cheat on you and he knows you wouldn't cheat on him

BUT, as mentioned above he struggles a lot with body insecurity so you'll have to reasure him that you love his body

He's been cutting meat for people his whole life(first Nya then Lloyd) so if you don't wanna cut your meat he'll totally cut it for you

He's so they fell first, he fell harder coded

also unexpected love trope, but it's unexpected for you two, everyone else knew the second you guys met that you were gonna be together

Nya and Lloyd had a bet on how long it would take for you two to get together(Nya won)

#ninjago headcanons #ninjago #kai smith #kai smith headcannons #hes so babygirl #kai ninjago

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credince--writes · 2 years ago

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Establishment (Jitters Remastered)

Chapter 3 of the Jitters Remastered Book

Find it on AO3

Summary:

Jitters is a PMC brought onto the support 141 operations, much to the distaste of the 141 group of PMC's. As she is brought to her new home with the 141, the tension can be cut with a knife. The question is, will she be able to grow roots here?

Today the 141 teams would be leaving after a mission well-done. Their success echoed around the base until the late hours of the morning. Creating shifts of soldiers to celebrate once again another green tick.

A job well done.

She sat on her cot, cradling her hand and wincing as she flexed her fingers. A dark purple bruise had cascaded the way across her knuckles and spread through her hand like gangrene eating her flesh.

A solid purple bruise had blossomed on her cheek, but other than that her face had been left unscathed.

Must've been because Miles could throw punches like a child.

Getting ready in the mornings had never been her favorite part of the day, quite frankly dreading them in their entirety. Her body ached, and she knew Price wanted to meet with her once more before he departed.

"And I'll watch you back."

His words bounced around the interior of her skull, mulling over his words. She spilled her guts, and gutted herself like a fish while the two men in the room gave her blank, stoic gazes.

It was unnerving, to say the least. It made her feel powerless, to the highest degree to have the worst failures of her life splayed across the table for someone to pick through and analyze.

Walking through the hallways passing other soldiers milling about to reach their tasks, she stood in front of the doorway to Gulch's office, where Pice was no doubt waiting for her inside. It made her stomach do flips, fighting with itself as she stared at the knob.

Reaching her hand out and pushing the door open she stepped in.

It was time to finalize her paperwork.

...

Signing papers with a fucked up hand was misery on its own degree. Not that they really needed her signature- all Price had to do was call Laswell, kick his feet in the air and ask 'Pretty please?'.

Not that he did that in front of her-

she just assumed he did that before she came in, of course.

Leaving the office and closing the door behind her, she was met face-to-chest with MacTavish's chest. Looking up she was met with an almost amused look. Before she could apologize, or do anything really he had lifted her hand to inspect the damage from her fight.

"You're a little ripper, arent ya'?" He asked, not expecting a response.

"uh." Was all she blurted out, not knowing how to respond.

"You're gonna break something throwin' punches like that, ya' know." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Yea." She agreed, looking down at her feet. He radiated something that made her shift her feet in discomfort, a distinct 'you don't belong around me' she supposed is what pushed off of him in waves

"Lost a pack of cigs, surprised the lot." He spoke again.

She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I bet against you."

"Oh."

"Beat the piss outta him, gave him a proper whopping."

"I guess." She mumbled.

"You getting reprimanded again this early in the morning?"

"...No." She paused, taking a moment to respond. Was she supposed to be? Did she mess up by saying no?

"Heard the medics talking saying you broke Miles's jaw."

She didn't respond.

"Just know what real fights don't work like that, little lass. If you'd been in real danger you'd be dead." And with his last words, he pushed in the door to the office and left her awkwardly standing there, not really knowing how to respond.

...

Packing, it was almost like she was leaving for college. All of her belongings fit into a duffel back, save for a separate backpack to hold electronics and her laptop. rather than trying to stuff an entire bedroom into the back of her car to then try and jenga into a dorm room.

She'd only even flown in a helicopter one other time, this one was bigger. Multiple people were in it with her, as they'd stop to refuel they would periodically drop someone off, until it was only her and the pilot sitting in the chopper together. She tried to keep quiet, the pillow didn't seem very talkative, shooting down any attempts she had made previously to drum up some small talk.

They didn't tell her where she was going, only that she would be meeting up with Captain Price at the new base she had been stationed at. It was strange, she had yet to get a call from Laswell, another summer camp speech.

Don't screw this up,

you'll regret it.

Somewhere within the course of traveling, she had begun to nod off, every once and a while opening her eyes to find themselves flying over unidentifiable landmarks. When she landed, she grabbed both of her bags and climbed out, making her way onto the tarmac trying to avoid the deafening sound of the blades beating the air into submission.

There weren't many places for her to go, a singular building- kind of similar to a government building but smaller. Minimal windows. Debating in her head what it looked like.

School? No. Not enough windows.

You know what. It looked like an auto shop.

The large hangar/garage is tacked onto the side of the building. That is what it looked like she decided. Walking up to it, awkwardly holding her two bags she looked back in an attempt to find the pilot to see where he went.

He was gone.

"Call me a Debbie downer but isn't it a liability to fuckin' leave someone stranded on a military base?" She grumbled under her breath.

The hangar door was wide open, opting to just brave it and step inside, she looked around and didn't see anyone- no movement for that matter.

"Hello?" She called out.

Some scuffling could be heard, as well as the sound of metal dropping on something. Two pairs of footsteps and two bodies emerged.

"Oi! Jitters!'

Gaz.

They were on the second story, up on a metal walkway that led to what she assumed to be a storage area. She gave an awkward nod and looked around.

"They kinda just ditched me, dude, I don't know where to go?" She calls up to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?" MacTavish asks. She couldn't read the tone of his voice- which worried her. She knew that he didn't like her- but was hoping for at least a semi-smooth transition.

"What's with all this bloody yelling?" She heard another voice chime in, this time from the ground floor.

Ghost.

He was still wearing basically the same thing she last saw him in, less for a vest- a lot of weapons and blood.

Jitters locked eyes with Ghost, not intentionally she'd internally defend herself. But once their eyes met she felt as if she couldn't look away. His eyes bore into her soul. Her feet felt like they were anchored to the floor below her.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost mumbles, walking away and disappearing into a hallway.

As if a trance was broken, she looked back up to Gaz and he gave her a shrug. "You looking for Cap?"

"Yea." She said.

"I'll show ya." He shot her a small smile before walking across a pathway, descending down a flight of stairs, and meeting up with her.

He lead her through the base, corner here, corner there, until he came up to a door. Knocking on it twice he nodded her in. She gave him a grateful smile and stepped in, smoke danced in the stagnant air of the office. Price sitting at his desk chair fingering through the paperwork. Manila folders with various stamps and stickers on them.

"Jitters." Price said, standing up and extending a hand. She took it, engaging in a short handshake. "Glad you made it."

"Yea. Thanks for having me."

"Remember, I'll have your back." He reminded her.

She nodded.

"We don't have a room yet that can be explicitly used for your office yet, but rest assured we will be working on it. We don't have any planned missions that will need your assistance for a week, maybe two. So it'll give you some time to settle in." He explains.

"Ok."

"You'll have your own room and bathroom."

Bathroom.

She perked up at that.

He must have noticed because the distinct sound of a chuckle rising out of his chest filled the room. "Thought you'd enjoy that bit."

"That's definitely a perk." She exhales.

"Perks of working with the best." He shrugged. "Alright, you'll need to get acquainted with the team- someone can show you your room and you can get settled.

She nods. "I uh- Gaz showed me, to here. I don't how to how get back." She tried to explain.

Price started laughing again. "'s Alright. I forget the labyrinth this place can be sometimes. I'll get one of the lads to show you around."

"Ok."

The two of them stood up, Jitters picking up both of her bags and the following Price out of the door. Almost as if it was pre-planned, MacTavish walked bast carrying a large duffel bag of something in his left hand.

"Soap." Price called out.

Mactavish stopped and looked at him "Yes Cap?"

"Do me a favor, show Jitters around n' show her to her new quarters."

"Aye, will do."

God, this place is so British it hurts.

Soap?

Why did he call him Soap?

Price had already closed the door to his office, and Jitters looked at MacTavish.

"Well are you gonna keep standing there?" He asked.

"Um, no, sorry- shit." She lifted her bags again and walked up to him, beginning to follow him as he navigated through the hallways.

"Your room is going to be in between Gaz and I's." He explains. "We normally keep a room in between us for privacy, but things don't always work out how we'd like." There was a twang in his voice, reinforcing that idea-

we don't want you here.

"Ok." She says, trying to keep up with him. "What're you carrying?" She eyes the bag again, the way it strains off of the straps makes her assume it has to be something heavy.

"Explosives." He states.

"Oh." She regrets that she even asked.

They continued to walk in silence for a bit.

"Why did Price call you Soap?" She asks.

"It's my callsign- nickname." He explains. "Same reason why you're called Jitters."

"So how'd you earn the name Soap?" She asked.

"Classified."

"Can't imagine it's as bad a Jitters." She laughs to herself- lightly. Trying to fill the awkward void.

"Here's your room." He stops, and throws his thumb back to the door next to him.

"Thanks." She looks at the door, then to him, then back at the door. "You get situated, I'll come back 'round dinner and take you to the mess."

"Ok. Thank you." She enters her new room and looks at the four walls and the doorway into the bathroom.

It wasn't a luxury hotel or anything, but it was better than previous stays she'd been in. Simple bed- twin size it seemed. Better than the cots she was sleeping on beforehand, cording stringing together a thick piece of canvas and suspending it onto a platform.

Like a really uncomfortable, scratchy trampoline.

Setting her two bags down she rested her hands on her hips and looked around.

Pillow.

Sheet.

Lamp.

Ok.... She could work with this.

With the large quantity of things she had she mused.

Opting to take a shower, and lay on her new bed, staring at the ceiling until Soap came to knock on her door.

She opened the door and gave him a courteous smile. "Hi Soap."

"Hi, Jitters." He replied in the same tone. "Let's head to the mess.

"So, dish soap? Or like Fabuloso?" She said, trying to break the silence as they walked.

"Don't know what Fabuloso is. Neither." He replied, keeping his pace ahead of her.

He didn't really respond, giving her a 'hm.' in response.

"You know, there was this guy at a mission I went on called bubbles. It was because he was always super snotty- but one day he was taking a nap and blew up the grossest snot bubble on his face. Dude was like a bubble machine-"

"Dear god, kid." He seethes, looking at her. "Try bein' quiet."

"Never thought I'd hear those words outta your mouth, Johnny."

Jitters quickly looked behind her to see Ghost walking up behind them. Soap groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand. "I don't need shit from you now, too."

Jitters looked down at her feet and continued to follow the two the rest of the way to dinner.

She didn't know what she was really expecting for dinner- normally bases would have designated cooks, and they'd cook large quantity meals. Spaghetti with an essence of sauce, maybe some salad, weird shit with rice.

She wasn't really expecting a simple, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and chicken? She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten meat that was recognizable. It was surprisingly domestic- big, scary, military task force sitting at a table next to a pretty basic-looking kitchen.

The table was large enough to seat six, and it was serve-yourself.

Suppose it was just a perk of being some of the best of the best. She's sure they made up for it with grueling missions and limited rations.

Fuck she hated MREs.

It was almost comedic, how much food Soap piled onto his plate before he sat down and started going to town on it. She went through the line, grabbed a plate, and portioned out what she'd consider a normal amount of food, and a biscuit.

With a glass of water, a plate, and a fork she sat down and started eating. Trying to ignore the sounds of Soap devouring the food next to her. She noticed Ghost took his food, and left for somewhere- she assumed he would probably eat in his room. It seemed like it would be decently difficult to eat with a Halloween decoration stitched onto your face.

Gaz must've noticed her eyes lingering on the hallway Ghost left out of.

"It's normal, he's too good to eat with us." He joked.

She looked down at her food, nodded, and began to eat.

Price joined them a little while later, made his plate and joined the three of them at the table.

It was strangely peaceful in a way.

It made her realize yea, they were soldiers but they were only human.

"That all you're gonna eat?" Price asked her, sitting down with a decently sized plate himself.

"Yea..." She said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"No wonder you got your ass thrown around in that fight, you eat like a little bird." Soap piped in.

"I won that fight." She said, taking a sip of water.

"Not well." Price responded.

oh.

She didn't know if she should be disgusted with how much Soap ate, or astonished because the man was already up and making a second plate.

"So, seems you're going to be a part of the team, we'll be doing training, basic sparring, the works- assuming your attending," Gaz spoke.

"Oh, I didn't-"

"Should probably learn how to throw a proper punch." Soap joked.

"Thought I did fine." Jitters mumbled.

"Definitely put the fear of god into that guy." Gaz agreed.

"It was a dirty schoolyard fight." Price piped in. "It only worked because he was 'bout as big as her."

"Let's throw 'er at Ghost." Soap laughed out.

"Yea, traumatize the poor child before she's been here for more than a week." Gaz sarcastically agreed. "You did fight pretty dirty." He pointed his fork at Jitters.

"Didn't know it was supposed to be a fair fight- didn't exactly want to do it ya' know."

"Fair fight or not, sometimes all that matters is you win." Price added.

"I bet ya' I could still mop tha' floor with ya-." Soap said.

"Ok? And? You're probably a hundred pounds more than me- you're what, at least six-one. That's like me going out and kicking kindergartners and going 'Yea! I could mop the floor with this whole lot'!" She added a (not very good) Scottish accent at the end for good measure.

The room was filled with laughter, and for a short bit, the feelings of loneliness faded away.

Maybe establishing here wouldn't be too hard.

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