#i mean i still have time so not all is lost but time just keeps happening and i'm not experiencing any of it

[theemporium]

in exchange for you not paying for my therapy bills after your last luke and cherry chapter i would like to request a luke blurb

the morning after your first time spending the night at luke and jacks apartment. you’re not quite sure what to do so anything you do for luke you do for jack so he’s not left out. jack is like “i like this one can you keep her” while luke is like “babe your my gf jacks a big boy he can do it himself”

thank you for requesting and sorry (not sorry) for the therapy bills!🫶🏽

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Despite dating for almost nine months, this had been the first time you had ever stayed overnight at Luke’s apartment.

You had been in his apartment many times throughout the duration of your relationship, but you always left for your own place at the end of the night. Or Luke would leave with you, letting his brother have some privacy since you didn’t have a roommate. It always made sense, and seemed easier too.

But the boys had just come back from a long roadie and it had been almost two weeks since you saw Luke in person because of your own busy schedule. And as excited as Luke was to see you, he didn’t have the energy in him to handle another travel journey, as short as it was.

“Just stay the night,” Luke had all but mumbled as he laid on top of you on his bed, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “We can go to your place tomorrow.” 

And you didn’t have any reason to disagree with that agreement.

You just didn’t realise how out of your own element you were until you woke up the next morning. Luke was still fast asleep in his room and, considering how quiet the apartment was, you assumed Jack was too. It was stupid to feel so imposing but you couldn’t shake how weird it felt to be wandering around their place in the early hours of the day with neither awake yet.

You had decided to just follow the routine you usually followed at your place when Luke stayed over, scavenging whatever you could from their fridge and cupboards to make a decent breakfast with. Which, for two NHL players who should be eating more than the average person, was surprisingly not much, unless you wanted chicken and rice for breakfast (which no one in their right mind would want). 

You were lost in your own world, focused on the sizzling pan in front of you and the music playing from your phone on the counter beside you that you didn’t hear footsteps coming down the corridor.

“We own a spatula?” 

You turned, snorting when you found Jack glaring at the utensil in your hand like it had spawned out of nowhere. “I made Luke buy it when he tried to flip an egg with a fork.”

“Huh,” was all Jack managed to say. “He still asleep?” 

“Out like a light,” you nodded. 

“He’s gonna miss his breakfast,” Jack teased, rounding the counter so he could peek over your shoulder. 

“More French toast for us then,” you shrugged.

Jack paused, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. “You made me breakfast too?” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Yeah?” 

“Oh.” 

“I mean, if you have plans for breakfast, it’s fine,” you assured him, waving him off. 

“No, I—” Jack paused before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, you’re Luke’s girlfriend.” 

Your confusion grew. “Yeah, and? You’re Luke’s brother. What’s that got to do with anything?” 

“You didn’t need to make me breakfast,” Jack said in a tone of voice that made it seem like his reply made any more sense than the previous ones. “But you did.” 

“What, you thought I would just make me and Luke breakfast and leave you to starve?” You questioned, the confusion slowly being replaced with amusement. “That would have been a dick move.”

Jack shrugged. “I would have understood.”

“Luke’s my boyfriend and you’re his brother but you’re also my friend, Jack,” you said to the boy with a soft smile. “Making extra breakfast is not the hardship you think it is.”

Jack laughed, nodding. “You’re my friend too.” 

Your smile widened.

“God, that smells so good,” Luke groaned as he shuffled into the room, messy curls tucked underneath the hood of his hoodie. He paused, glancing between the two of you with narrowed eyes. “Why do you both have that creepy smile? What are you planning?” 

“Confidential things,” Jack retorted, throwing his arm around your shoulder as he beamed at his younger brother. “Maybe when you’re old enough, we will tell you.” 

You snorted.

Luke frowned. “Ugh, can’t you go annoy Nico to feed you.” 

“Nuh uh, I was given an invite to join you both for breakfast here,” Jack said, still grinning widely. “You’re right, bro, it does smell so good.”

Luke let out a huff. “She is my girlfriend, go away and make your own breakfast.” 

“And she is my future sister-in-law,” Jack retorted, cackling at the way both you and Luke flushed at his words. “We are family now! Get used to it, Rusty!”

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[theminecraftbee]

Mumbo, still trembling, closes his eyes and ignores everything he can see despite them being closed. He ignores the uncountable sensations against his skin, the mix of burning-cooling-itching that all blends together into something that is simultaneously so painful it’s numb and so indescribable it hurts. He ignores the howling, tending, tearing at his ears, and he most certainly ignores the scent of pure memories that pull him in and out of the moment every time he fails to.

He mustn’t think. He can only bear to think in the brief gaps between the noise. If he lets himself think too long, he will realize that he doesn’t have to have his eyes open to see, because the thing he’s trying to look away from doesn’t exist on that sort of plane of existence. He will realize he can hear the endless fractal shapes of wings and eyes around him. He can taste it. He can feel it. He does not need eyes.

He keeps them shut. Grian had told him, once, that if he ever got confronted with his true form, he must keep his eyes shut. Mumbo is doing that now.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles. “It’s okay."

He gets the scent of someone saying 'Mumbo', a shout, panic, pain, not pain. He screws his eyes shut tighter. An overwhelming sensation that he should flee courses through him for a moment and he nearly runs into one the walls of their cell. Unfortunately, those walls are designed to hold in Grian, so Mumbo just bruises his nose.

"We can't leave. They drugged you and locked us both in, remember?"

The sensation is overpowering for a moment. For a moment, Mumbo loses hold of whatever sanity he's holding on to and every part of his body screams fear. He needs to leave, he needs to leave, he needs to leave, he can't leave, he doesn't know what to do, it's a deep and true sensation of doom and panic and then--

Acceptance. Mumbo finds himself curled on the ground.

Something apologizes.

"You were drugged," Mumbo mumbles. "You can't help it."

Mumbo hears the sound that happens when he's dying, he thinks. Then he hears sadness.

"I won't. You told me what to do. All, all I've got to do is hang on until, until either whatever they gave you gets out of your system, or, or someone rescues us. I mean, the other hermits, they'd certainly be rescuing us, right? I imagine they're already tearing, um, wherever we are? They're already tearing it to pieces. Skizz and Impulse are nearly as frightening as you, and, um, we both know what Doc is like angry, and it's okay, it's okay."

Mumbo does not want to have to be the reasonable one. He keeps his eyes shut and lets the feeling like hundreds of sharp feathers cross his skin as Grian tries harder to simultaneously surround and not surround Mumbo, tries to figure out how not to hurt him.

There is not a way for Grian not to hurt Mumbo. Mumbo has known this since they were first shoved in the same cell and Grian lost control.

He can't say that, though, because the moment Grian panics, he will actually kill him. He won't mean to. That's the truly terrible part. Grian will not mean to. He will not try to. He will try not to, in fact.

It's just. A god and a mortal should not be held in the same cage.

So Mumbo has to be the reasonable one. Just a little longer. Or Grian will never forgive himself.

Mumbo breathes. It makes his lungs feel like they're full of blue and purple and syrup and needles. It makes him feel like crying again. It also makes him feel like curling up and feeling nothing, which is the particularly dangerous bit.

"We'll figure this out. It's okay," he lies in his most soothing tone of voice. Somehow, he doesn't think Grian believes him.

They've just got to both pretend a little longer.

[steviewashere]

Filling Static in the Dead Air

Rating: General Pairings: Robin & Steve, Steddie, Robin/Original Female Character CW: Robin and Steve Being Assholes To Each Other, Friendship Breakup Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, No Comfort, Bittersweet Ending, Unhappy Ending, Dialogue Heavy, Phone Conversations, Letters, Steve & Robin's Friendship, Time Splitting Up Friendships, Platonic Stobin, Steve Harrington Loves Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley Loves Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart Am I basing this off of experience? Maybe. Is this kinda out of character? Probably. Anyway.

☎️—————☎️ *BEEP*

“Hey, Robbie…it’s…well, it’s Steve. Um, I-I’ve been trying to catch you for a while now…seems we’re missing each other a lot these days, huh? No big deal, I’ve been busy…you’ve been busy. I get it. So. Just wanted to call and say that I…I really hope you have a good day. Think that’s all I say nowadays, but I mean it. Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. And…and I hope that exams go over swimmingly. You’re, like, the smartest person I know—don’t tell Dustin I said that, if you…if you, um, still keep in touch with him—anyway. You’ve got this. You’re gonna do amazing, I know it. Soooo…yeah. Yeah, that’s all. If you need anything from me—or even Eddie—or um…if you just wanna talk to your favorite dingus, I’ll be here. There’s a gap in my schedule, new job on the horizon, hopefully. I’ve got the time for you, that’s all I’m saying. Yeah. I…I think that’s it? Love you, Robbie. Call me soon?”

——— Steve can admit—now that it’s been a couple of years—that when Robin said she was going to college out of state, his heart and stomach dropped out of him to the floor. It was a sort of sixth sense he’s adapted to. This aura, a curdling sick sense, that would sit dormant until the words left somebody’s mouth. “I’m leaving.” That’s all it took. 

Not the kind of leaving when a hangout was over. Not the kind of leaving when the party came to a halt. Not the kind of leaving when the day’s been run through.

No, it was the kind of leaving that meant business trips and a stale home, playdates by himself on his knees in the wood chips, and friends going over yonder from grass fields and tornado sirens.

His brain was kind enough to flip an hourglass distantly for him. Once the sand dwindled from one side, it was over. And that had been approaching a while with Robin. He always knew that it would happen in the aftermath of one of those Upside Down free-for-alls. Just…he didn’t expect it so immediately. When Vecna crumpled into himself like a paper bag, wounds scarred over, and July came rolling on in.

And then 1987 passed.

Followed by 1988.

Now, in the dead winter of 1989, during the big college winter break season, before a whole new decade rolled in, he’s not so sure about this friendship anymore. That’s not to say that it wasn’t a good one. That he didn’t laugh and spill his secrets and have weird proximity sleepovers in his basement—despite having the guest rooms upstairs. No, he loved Robin with every coiled fiber of his soul. To the moon and back. All those cliche things.

She was the only girl that ever mattered in his life nowadays. He dreamed of her. Wept over her. Celebrated with her. They chatted for hours after she lost her virginity, whisper calling while her hook-up (now girlfriend) snored in the background. Robin was the first one to hear about when he was eventually kicked out of his parents’ place, when he hauled ass to a dingy shoebox apartment near a dilapidated McDonald’s that didn’t survive Vecna. When he stirred up forgotten feelings in his chest, he laid star-spread on his bathroom floor, spooning melted ice cream past his lips, sobbing about a boy. And, eventually, when he had Eddie problems? To Robin he went.

He knows that she’s busy. Always is. Between foreign language club meetings, study sessions in her college’s library, and having brunch with the girls…Robin’s not a free bird anymore. She belonged to the college life, to sorority parties where she frenched her girlfriend in a linen closet and managed handstands over kegs. Sometimes, he’d be lucky to get a call at those parties, Robin’s syrup slurred voice and her hideous hiccups like muffled laughter over the speaker. Other times, he just had to hope she made it back to her dorm okay.

It’s partially his fault, too. Been switching rapid between jobs. Family Video to RadioShack to Circle K to Walmart. Then, after that, he fell into his couch with a pink slip in his hand. Too many tardies. Too many late nights where he fought sleep as if it were Billy Hargrove’s racist mouth, but he couldn’t call Robin those nights and he couldn’t curl into Eddie the right way. So. He misses her calls, he wipes his answering machine because it gets too full, he’s between jobs on his sorry fucking couch, and Robin’s too busy nowadays to reach out.

But he keeps trying. Boy, does he keep trying.

——— *BEEP*

“Steve…Stevie…*sniff* hey, um, I’m sorry. Keep missing you, dingus. I miss you like crazy. It’s…this place isn’t right without you. But I spent kind of a lot of money to be here. And I think I’m gonna be in debt until the day I fucking die and—*sniff*—sorry, shit. My new roommate this semester…god, can you believe it’s been a whole semester since you called me? I’ll try and get better on that, swear. Anyway. My new roommate is a colossal bitch, just capital B Bitch. Had, um, th-that nightmare about Scoops? You know the one. Where you…yeah…um…she hates that I cry in my sleep. That I—*sob*—do that, sobbing. And then I try and call you on those nights, but either you aren’t home or you’re busy doing Eddie or something or…or she yells at me for calling you. But…but I swear, Steve, I miss you, too. And if I could, I’d come bother the fuck out of you. Finals went well. January’s being January over here. Snowing like crazy. Anyway. Just called because you did, to say I’m sorry, to just…I was hoping to hear your voice. Make sure that you’re not…I’ll call you, okay? If I don’t…if I don’t, I’m sorry. My schedule’s out of my control most days. Yeah…yeah, I’m sorry.”

——— “You’re gonna burn a hole into that phone if you keep staring at it, Steve.”

He blinks, eyes dry, and looks over to Eddie. Backlit by the bright snow through the windows, hanging up his wet coat by the door, stepping out of his shoes. His cheeks are rosy, blushed by the cold. The soft smile Eddie flashes him makes his chest cave, words caught like thorns in his throat, his already pink waterlines burn fresh.

Taking his silence for what it is, Eddie shuffles through to the living room where Steve is sitting hunched on the couch, and bends down to kiss the top of Steve’s head. His left hand comes up to brush through Steve’s tangled hair, stringy and unwashed. “How long have you been out here, baby?” Eddie asks softly. “Look like a leaf that could fall any moment.”

Steve takes a shaky breath. “Robin called.”

“Oh?” Eddie takes a seat in the armchair diagonal to the couch, mismatched blues they are. “After her voicemail the other day? Or were you listening to it back?”

“No, after. It’s just…we had nothing to talk about.”

“Nothing? You guys have all this time apart, how is there nothing to talk about?”

Shrugging, Steve mumbles, “Don’t know.” He runs a tired hand over his face, through his hair, messing with the knots at the end of it. Can’t even bring himself to look Eddie in the eyes. “Chatted about her school. Her new roommate. The foreign language club she’s got. And then we got to talking about me and…and I had nothing to say. I’m in between jobs, I clean all day because I can’t just lay around and do nothing, I can’t sleep at night…told her about how our neighbors argue. Then, well, then I just talked about you.”

Eddie hums. “It’s okay, you know,” he murmurs, “if you guys can’t find stuff to talk about? That’s okay.”

“Is it? I just”—he sighs—“she’s been my best friend for years. We’ve got nothing to talk about. Like we’re just acquaintances on the bus or something. It’s dumb. It’s so stupid.”

“Honey…” Eddie coos. “Steve, what’s stupid about that? There’s nothing dumb about having a stilted conversation every once in a while.”

“It’s not just once in a while, though, Eds!” he snaps. Affronted with himself, Steve curls tighter, shoulders up to his ears. “Every time, now. When I wanna talk to her, there’s nothing. My life is so…so dull and dumb and…I feel so small compared to her now. Which isn’t fair of me to say, because she’s out there following her dreams…And…” He trails off with another shrug.

Once the room goes completely quiet, Steve pushes himself back, deep into the backrest of the couch. He puts his face in his left hand, pointed away from Eddie, and looks off. Nowhere in particular. No more words to dredge up.

“Steve?”

“I think I’m gonna write a letter. Maybe…maybe the phone’s too easy to forget.”

——— Robbie,

New thing. Letters. It’ll be easier, yeah? Just put what I wanna say out to you.

So. No new calls coming for me about my applications. Think a bunch of firings on my resume has employers turning away. Can’t even use my mom as a reference anymore, kinda lost on that end, I guess. Reached out to Hopper, though. Maybe getting a cop’s reference will look good? They’ll see me come in with Jim Hopper’s signature and number and they’ll think, “That kid must be a goody two shoes,” or something like that, and they’ll want to hire me. You think it’ll work? You know better than I do.

Watched The Apartment finally. It’s a good movie. You know, Fran kinda looks like Vickie. I found you out, Robs. You’ve got a big secret lesbian thing for redheads. Who would’ve thought? Does your current girlfriend look like Fran? I’ve been dying to meet her. I feel bad, I can’t even remember her name right now. I hope she treats you good.

Eddie treats me good. Made spaghetti last night for me, meatballs and everything. He burnt the hell out of the corn I bought, though. Ended up with just spaghetti, some beer, and a couple pieces of garlic bread. I’ll make a chef out of him one day. Though, gotta admit, I feel bad somedays. He goes out and works all day, brings home most of the money, and then also cooks sometimes. I try and keep up with him. Do some chores or something. You know, so I don’t look like a bad partner.

Anyway. There isn’t much else to say, really. Just hope you get this. Maybe you’ll take the time to answer?

Your cursive is the only cursive I can read, so. If you do write back, make it pretty for me? I like the way your letters curl.

—Steve

——— There’s been no new mail in weeks. Other than the bills and Eddie’s paychecks. He got one call from the manager of some local, newly built steak restaurant. Got the job as a new waiter, so that’ll be thrilling for him. More customer service.

He gathers the mail that comes in their little mailbox, runs back up the stairs to their apartment, and snuggles next to Eddie on the couch. An arm thrown over his shoulders. Hands passing through envelopes like he can manifest a returning letter.

“Damnit,” he eventually mutters, tossing the envelopes onto the coffee table. Steve leans back, nestled deeper into Eddie’s side, and pouts. “There’s nothing, Eds. What the hell.”

“Give her some time,” Eddie gently says—ever the reasonable one, oddly—“she’s probably still settling into her new semester. Almost a college graduate, babe, not a lot of time on her hands.”

“She could call, you know. Now she’s gonna respond and I’m gonna be too busy with work. This is bullshit.”

Eddie sighs next to him. Heavy and tired. “You’ll find the time, Steve. You always do.”

——— *BEEP*

“I got your letter, Stevie. Listen, I’ve gotta make this call quick, but I just need you to listen. I can’t write back, I’m sorry. My mind’s already scrambled with a million essays and other assignments right now, so letters aren’t really a priority for me. But I’ll call, okay? I missed you this time, but we’ll get it right eventually. I know it. Uhh…yeah. Oh! Yes, my current girlfriend, Rita, she definitely looks like Fran. You got me, dingus, I’ve got a thing for redheads. Anyway. Shoot. Sorry, I gotta go. Rita’s taking me to this new queer place in town. Gonna get drinks! It’ll be awesome. Okay, Stevie, bye. I love you, bye.”

*BEEP*

“Steve…Steeeeveee…I am very drunk right now. And sweaty. So much dancing. *hiccup* Just wanna tell you that you’re a good friend, m’kay? Rita…ooo, Rita ordered nachos. This payphone is crazy sticky. Bye, dingus!”

——— *BEEP*

“I hope you got home safe. Thanks for not answering. [silence] I can’t have you calling in the middle of the night anymore, though. Okay? I love you to pieces, Robs, but seriously. Eds and I were sleeping, we have work today. [disgruntled silence] And if you’ve got homework or whatever, then you should probably stay back at your dorm and do it, right? Instead of getting shitfaced at the bar? I—[*a large sigh*]—Eddie’s trying to tell me I shouldn’t be mad at you. That I should just give you time to reach back. But.

"This is just getting…it’s bullshit, okay? I call you and you don’t answer. You call me, I try to get back within the next day. And that’s what I did the last time you called me. And then…what? I start writing you letters, but you’re too piled up with homework to respond? Oh, but you’re not too busy to get shitfaced on a…Wednesday? A Wednesday, Robin. Wednesday? I know you’ve got class today, should you really be out…Never mind. I’m not your parents. I’m not. I’m just your good friend, Steve. Your good friend from back home who you don’t visit when you’re on break because you don’t have enough time. [silence] Promise me you’ll take some Advil and have a few glasses of water? I’d bring you a bagel or something, but…just take care of yourself, Robin. Please just take care of yourself. I have to go to work. Maybe I’ll get some big tips from boyfriends on late Valentine’s Day dates. Send you flowers or some shit. I love you, Robin. Even when you piss me the fuck off, I love you…Bye, Robs.”

——— “You don’t answer either, Steve.”

“Well good evening to you, too, Rob”—

“Don’t be a bitch. Just because I found the time to go out with my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m fucking ignoring you like you’re…you’re my spoiled little dog.”

Steve tosses a glance over his shoulder, standing with his back to the front door just as Eddie comes through it. He shields himself, shadowing over the phone with his head lowered. “Robbie, can I call you back, please? I’m about to have dinner with”—

“Oh, so you can have dinner with Eddie? But I can’t have drinks with Rita? Fuck off, Steve. You know that’s a bunch of horseshit, right? I’m supposed to make time for you, but you can’t make time for me when I call”—

“Oh, when you finally call me back—what is it—three days later? Sorry, Robin. Guess I have some double standards that I didn’t know about! Guilty as charged!”

Over the line, he can hear her take a steady, deep breath. He imagines it, her face red with anger, and feels a sick lick of satisfaction deep in his gut. “Don’t be such a little fucking brat, Steve.”

He rolls his eyes so hard it hurts. “Like insulting me is gonna keep me on the phone with you. I’ve got chicken that’s thawed in the fridge right now and it needs to be made tonight. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make dinner for my boyfriend and I”—

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his shoulder. He jerks in surprise, turning swiftly with the phone in his tight grip. Eddie’s behind him, furrowed eyebrows and eyes narrowed in concern. Steve throws up his free hand as if to signal, ‘What.’ Instead of a huff or an eye roll, Eddie’s soft with him. Petting his hand down his back. “I’ll make dinner,” Eddie whispers, “I want you to figure this out with Robin.”

Steve muffles the phone with his empty hand, pulling it away from his mouth. “She’s being an asshole, Eds. I don’t want to”—

“Baby, I don’t want you guys to lose each other. You two matter to one another. Figure it out…even if you have to argue, figure it out.”

With a pat to his back, Eddie steps away. Steve sighs, relenting—knowing Eddie’s reasonable and right, damnit—and brings the phone back up to his ear. “You still there, Robin?”

“Yup.”

“Listen…Robs…I-I don’t know what to say to make this better, okay? I’m gonna be honest. I don’t know what to do.” He shifts awkwardly on his feet. Eventually, though, within a matter of seconds, he decides to plop down onto the closest couch cushion. Hunched over his knees, pinching between his eyebrows. “I miss your calls, I know that. And I’m sorry, okay? Shit, I’m…I’m really fucking sorry”—his voice wavers, eyes burning despite trying to pinch the waterworks closed—“there’s no excuse. I’m not in college. I’m not, like, busy with my family or anything. I just. I’m just Steve. With his stupid minimum wage job. And I’m really fucking boring now, okay? I get busy with my shifts and I forget to answer. I try to get caught up in Eddie, trying to—shit, you can’t let him know this, okay? I’m gonna drop my voice”—and he does just that—“I get caught up trying to distract myself from…from myself. That doesn’t make sense, I know it doesn’t. And it’s not an excuse. Sometimes, Rob, sometimes”—and here come the blubbering tears…—“I just stand at the phone and wait for you to call me. Then you don’t. All I do is…all I do is work and sleep and wait.

“I miss you so fucking much, Robin. You…it’s so fucking pathetic…you’re my only, like, adult friend other than Eddie. But he’s in his own category, y’know? So. It’s just. Shit. I don’t know what I’m trying to say, Robs. I just miss you. I wait and I miss you.”

For a moment, there’s a steady stream of stilted silence. Then, quiet, Robin breaks with, “I miss you, too. But…Steve, I can’t be your only friend. And…and you’re not my only friend anymore. I know I’ve been shitty with answering the phone, responding to your letters. Things are busy. And I don’t have the time. And when I find time for myself, I’m sorry, but I don’t think of you first anymore. You have to…you have to understand that, Steve.

“Believe me, I try to reach out to you. When I have the time, when I…when I remember, I call you. You aren’t the first person that comes to mind anymore, okay? I have to be honest with you, too. I’m sorry. I can’t say that enough and I also think I’ve said it too much.

“But I’m about to graduate. Rita and I…we’re moving in together once I get my diploma”—

“Will you send me your new address? If you remember?” God, he can’t believe he just said that. He can’t believe he’s been…forgotten. “Maybe I can send you some congratulatory flowers or something?”

She takes a deep breath. Noticeably settling into something.

He sorta hates that he can picture her, shimmying into her spot. Getting comfy. Can imagine her in her dinky pajamas, the same ones she’s had since freshman year of high school. Thinks of her with her makeup freshly washed off, hair neatly brushed, relaxing in her bed. Wonders if she’s reading anything.

But he won’t ask. It doesn’t feel like that kind of conversation.

“I’ll give it to you before I graduate, okay? We’re gonna settle on an apartment before I’m done here. Um…yeah. Yeah…

“I’m sorry for being an asshole, you didn’t deserve that.”

“I’m sorry, too. You didn’t deserve it either. Just, y’know me, I get in my head.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. And it hurts, only a little—like a minor burn from the edge of a frying pan—that she didn’t reassure him. “I know I called, but I’ve gotta go. I have a test in the morning. And I’m ready for bed, so…yeah.”

“Okay…yeah…that’s—I’ve gotta help Eddie with dinner so”—

“What are we gonna do?”

“Hm?”

“…What are we gonna do? I don’t know when I’ll be able to call again. And I know you’re getting busier. I won’t have a break until, maybe, June? I don’t wanna leave you like this…but I can’t promise anything this time and”—

“I don’t know,” Steve softly interrupts. “We’ll figure it out, though, okay?”

There’s a long lull of silence. Longer than any he’s experienced with Robin. Softly, “Okay,” she says. Though, it doesn’t quite reach his ears the right way. It’s not a hopeful sound. It’s…tired and broken and weepy.

He knows that, after this, they won’t hear from each other anymore.

It’s a claw to the chest. A knife in the gut.

If he removes it, he’ll die. If he lets it linger, he’ll die. The way the word breaks in his head, her soft okay in his ear, he’d rather the knife remain. The pain, the blood, the simmering ache.

“Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

A murmur, “I love you, too.”

The phone crackles between them. Those are the last words he hears before the line goes dead. “Bye,” he whispers into the plastic, to nobody on the other side. And with the receiver gripped tight in both hands, nestled between his legs, he lets the burn behind his eyes engulf.

Tears sluggishly worm down his cheeks. Hot and burning.

“Steve?” Eddie softly calls to him. “You okay?”

When he looks in the direction of his name, Eddie is sitting next to him. A hand between his shoulder blades, the other reaching for the phone. Without much thought, Steve is turning into Eddie’s chest, dropping his grip on the receiver.

In one sweeping motion, Eddie brings him in, burying him closer. “I gotcha, baby,” he whispers into Steve’s hair, “I’ve gotcha.”

“I lost her,” he sobs, “lost my best friend.”

With Robin’s words floating through his head, the soft crackle of her raspy voice, that image of her comfy in bed, he breaks. Coughing, gagging, and crying, he breaks against Eddie’s neck.

——— November, 1985

“Steve? Do you think we’re best friends in every universe?”

“Hm…if we aren’t, I’m glad we’re best friends in this one.”

They’re holding hands, sprawled on his mattress, both sweat drenched from Scoops nightmares.

“Me too,” Robin whispers, “I love being your friend.”

“I love being yours,” he matches, “we’ve got each other for life now. No way to get rid of me.”

“Like we’re ever going to be apart.”

“Yeah,” Steve laughs. “No way is that happening. We’re stuck on each other like glue.”

☎️—————☎️

[notdotspot]

Dp x DC Constantine

Masterpost

Tim, shockingly, began to settle into his new routine—Wayne Enterprise meetings in the morning, online classes after lunch, working on the ghost portal and filter with Danny after dinner, a quick patrol, and then a decent night's sleep.

Danny makes it hard for him to protest going to sleep, and his sleep recently has been so relaxed and dreamless too. Tim is not sure if it is the effect of the routine or Danny. With the purifier finished, he has been allowed to help with the Ghost Portal. Despite the secrets around the ectoplasm and mechanisms, he does good work on the wiring. He is currently inside the tunnel that makes up the portal connection pieces of machinery to the main framework. He keeps catching Danny’s nervous glances at him as he works.

“If you do not want me to work on the portal, I can leave you to it.” Danny seems taken off guard. “You keep looking at me like I might fuck up any second or like I am taking notes on how to build my own.”

“It is not that,” Danny admits. “I am just worried anytime someone nears the portal. In my experience, it is more dangerous now than when it is fully operational.”

“How do you mean?” Tim finishes the wiring and snaps the piece into the structure.

“When it is on, it is almost predictable. I know that if an unfriendly ghost were to come through, I could handle it. Like this,” Danny waves his arm at the unfinished portal, “there is no telling how it functions if there is an accident.”

“I am done with the work anyway so you can relax. Is there anything else I can help with?” Tim places his hand on Danny’s shoulder attempting to comfort him. Danny’s eyes flick back and forth between Tim’s and the hand resting on him. He realizes he might have crossed the line with physical contact and jerks his hand back, missing the longing look on the other’s face.

“Actually, I might just turn in for the night. I have a long patrol tomorrow night.”

“If you want to stay an hour longer, we are doing the first test runs tonight. Bruce said the magic user would be arriving.” Danny spits out the words like he could barely hold them in but still had to force himself to say them. They hold eye contact for a moment too long and Tim is lost for words to respond. He simply nods as their eyes stay glued. Danny breaks the stare as his eyes turn to the other cave entrance. Red Hood and Robin are riding in on Jason’s motorcycle. The Batmobile is not far behind with Bruce, Dick, Steph, and Cass.

“Bruce said we are turning it on tonight. Too bad Duke is a daytime hero and sleeps through all the fun.” Jason says walking up to the portal to inspect it curiously.

“Phantom,” Damian greets cordially.

“Hey, Danny,” Dick and Steph chorus. Cass pulls off her mask, waving to Danny.

Bruce checks the Batcomputer, quickly typing something in.

The voice of the Batcomputer which Danny rarely hears, “Zeta tube access granted. A-fifty-eight, John Constantine.”

A yellow glow emits from the Zeta tube and Constantine saunters out, smoking a cigarette. Bruce steps forward.

“Constantine, this is Danny.” Constantine’s eyes glide over the group stopping just next to Tim, on Danny. His head tilts slightly as he takes a few steps closer to examine Danny. His eyes squint like he is trying to figure out what he is seeing.

“Here,” Danny states. A white ring forms around the center of his body, splitting into two and traveling in opposite directions toward his head and feet. The rings reveal his familiar form of Phantom. Tim, along with the rest of the Bats, stare in subtle awe. They had never gotten to see his transformation. Tim did not have time to linger on his new thoughts before Constantine throws his cigarette to the ground. He smashes it under his boot, to the dismay of Bruce, and bows his head frantically.

“I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty. I did not recognize you.” He glances up at Danny in concern. Tim finally has the sense to observe Danny’s face. His eyes are scrunched up as he cringes, mouthing curse words. He can see the microreaction on Bruce’s face from the corner of his vision.

“John, this is not royal business. No need for titles. If I would have known this was your dimension I would have called you myself.” Constantine seemed to sign in relief and relax. It was such a shock to see someone so nonchalant be shocked into manners. Tim could not hold his curiosity.

“Your Majesty? Royal business?”

“Can a man not have one secret?” Danny questions, though his words seemed more directed at the air around them than anyone in the room.

“Yes. Secrets out.” A new set of rings transforms him again. This time he has a cape lined with flickering green flames and a floating crown atop his head. His skin seems slightly more transparent and the whites of his eyes fill entirely with a glowing green. The space around them drops in temperature. This. This is the Danny he saw in his dream. A memory that seems so distant and skewed after spending time with the other teen.

“Hello, Danny Fenton better known as Phantom, The Ghost King, Protector of the Infi-Map, Champion of the Ancients, and Ruler of the Infinite Realms.” Every word he pushes out is punctuated with his annoyance over the identity reveal. The room freezes with tension. Danny signs and transforms back into his normal Phantom look. “Can we turn this on or what?”

With that, the whole room resets to the task. Tim, for once, had the sense to hold his tongue about Danny’s newly divulged information.

Danny ushered everyone behind a tapped-off line.

“John, protection, if you would not mind.” He nods at the directions and speaks a forcefield into existence around himself and the Bats. Danny approaches the control panel inside the tunnel first pressing a button, then exiting and flipping a final switch. A bright light nearly blinds the group, but as Tim blinks opens his eyes to see a green swirling portal.

“That went surprisingly well.” Danny turns to them as Constantine lets down the spell. His shoulders seemed to lower has tension bleeds from his shoulders. It was Danny’s only sign of relief. Tim can only guess it is from the lack of mishap.

“No one steps in. I will know if you do.” They nod and Tim walks over to Danny.

“So what now?” Danny speaks to him as he watches Constantine start to chant different spells over the portal.

“We complete the mission.”

“That is not what I am talking about and you know it.” Tim staring at the side of his face. Even with all of Bruce’s training, he still can not read the expressions on Danny’s face.

“I go back to my civilian life. Finish my degree. Go back to the realms for another couple hundred years. Rule like I am supposed to.” Danny’s voice seemed resigned as he spoke. Tim wanted to say something. Anything. Anything that would help Danny or comfort him. Constantine waves Danny over to the portal for help so Tim does not have the chance to get in another word. He is grasping just how out of reach he is here. This is an immortal, all-powerful being and Tim is just Tim. What can he do to help someone who has faced more than he even knew existed?

“Hey, Tim. Coming upstairs? We are turning in for the night.” Tim considers Danny and Constantine, who are speaking in hushed voices about the portal and spells. Even Bruce is heading up.

“Nah, I am going to wait a little longer. Just to see if they need any more technical help.” They say their goodnights as they pile into the elevator. Tim makes himself comfortable in the Batcomputer chair and watches the two mystics work.

He did not even notice he had fallen asleep until Danny was rocking him awake.

“You are going to be sore later if you sleep like that the whole night,” Danny’s soft voice is something new to Tim and threatens to put him right back to sleep. It stirs up warm that seeps into is very being.

“No, no, no. Bed.” Danny pulls at his arms, and hoists him easily from the chair. Tim flops into his arms half asleep but Danny has no issue keeping him from falling. The physical contact shocks Tim awake and has him stepping away, dipping his face to hide his blush. He leans to the side to look past Danny at the portal. It is off but there are symbols and sigils sketched around it.

“I will take you to your room. Come on.” Danny guides him with a gentle hand on the small of his back. They board the elevator together. Danny has not realized Tim’s alertness so he takes the opportunity to lazily lay his head on Danny’s shoulder as they ascend. He leans into his tiredness because he can not get enough of Danny’s physical contact. He should be embarrassed at the faking, but maybe he is tired enough to lose his inhibitions. Letting Danny lead him to his room and help him into the bed is simple, but Tim has to withhold from reaching back out when Danny pulls away. Danny, looking into his eyes for the first time since they finished the portal, seems to see something. They are stuck staring again until Danny smiles nervously and leaves the room.

Before shutting the door he whispers, “Goodnight, Tim,” into the darkness.

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Please excuse my lateness. I got caught up studying for an exam

Thanks for reading!

[menofprogress]

My fav headcanon goes like this: Viktor IMMEDIATELY develops a crush/attraction to Jayce. He lays it on pretty thick the first few months and hes like "jayce is so handsy and attentive, there HAS to be something there" but then jayce keeps ignoring Viktor's very obvious advances and viktor is like "oh well, i guess hes just like this with everyone :(" (jayce is not like this with everyone.).

Then follows a time where Viktor is a bit prickly and standoffish and reacts annoyed when jayce shows physical affection. But soon he realises that his rejections are hurting jayce who obviously doesnt understand what hes doing to viktor and hey, some affection is better than no affection, right? So he lets jayce do what he wants and maybe its funny to make his partner blush by telling him hes a good boy, viktor is owed some compensation after all. And if he secretly enjoys Jayce's hugs and touches a little too much, theres no need to concern Jayce with all that.

MEANWHILE. Jayce, who has autism and is also maybe on the ace spectrum, is oblivious to most of this. He doesnt know why some of Viktors comments make him blush, he doesnt know why he likes touching him so much, he doesnt know why Viktor sometimes reacts a little weird to his touches (sometimes he seems embarrassed, sometimes annoyed, sometimes sad and sometimes he doesnt react at all), but he hasnt told him to stop, so its ok i guess? Jayce gets really good at predicting when his touches might not be appreciated and when his partner needs a little hug. There was a time when Viktor didnt react well to affection at all, but luckily that time seems to be over.

Anyways, Jayce finally understands what has been going on at the best possible time, meaning when hes stuck in a dark, wet ravine. So on top of a broken leg and starvation he also has to deal with "oh my god, what have i been doing?!" And "oh my god, what has viktor been doing?!" And "im so fucking stupid, why did i waste so much time"

Funnily enough, after they finally make up and get together, this dynamic doesnt change much. Viktor is still the one teasing Jayce on purpose (petting/pulling jayces longer hair, asking him to fix his leg brace WHILE wearing it, turning the tables on jayce by squeezing his biceps and going "youve lost so much weight 🥺") and jayce is still doing it accidentally (staring at viktor and when asked about it he goes "your hair is so nice", absentmindedly stroking the hexcore marks all over viktors body, looking into viktor eyes and being like "im so glad you have your eyecolour back, i always thought they were so pretty")

Jayce and Viktor both frequently make the other one blush or get flustered.

Viktor does it on purpose ("oh jayce, we need to compare hand sizes, i think mine are too small for this", pulling jayce by the tie or calling jayce "good boy")

Jayce does NOT do it on purpose (hes in the forge shirtless, he keeps calling viktor "partner" in front of other people or he hes like "viktor youre not eating enough 🥺 look, my hands can circle your entire waist. My fingers are touching. 🥺")

[casedclosedbye]

Cuddle Therapy

Sam Wilson x Reader fluff oneshot

Wc: 1.9k

Summary: Sam Wilson is wasted asf

It’s a quiet Friday night, and you’re winding down after a long week when your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Sam Wilson: *"Can you come pick me up? I might have had too much fun."*

You sigh, knowing that Sam’s had a tough week with his responsibilities as both the Falcon and dealing with the pressure of the world’s expectations of him. You don’t think twice before grabbing your keys and heading out to pick him up, figuring a little company might help ease whatever stress he's carrying around.

When you pull up to the bar, you spot Sam stumbling out of the door. He’s clearly had a little too much to drink, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a tipsy, goofy grin. He’s almost swaying in place, trying to steady himself on the curb when you approach. As soon as he sees you, his face lights up, and he waves dramatically, slurring his words a little. "Hey, you came! I knew you'd rescue me, just like... like a superhero!" he says with a half-cocked grin, his arm lazily draping over your shoulder as he leans into you for support.

"Easy there, big guy," you laugh, steadying him as he gives you an exaggerated pout.

"I swear, I’m usually *so* smooth. But tonight..." He stumbles, but you catch him just in time, the tipsy giggles never quite leaving his lips. "I'm like… *definitely* not smooth tonight." He laughs again, clearly amused by his own clumsiness.

You help him into the car, where he continues his lighthearted banter. "You know, you really should’ve warned me about the hugs. I’m not usually this touchy, but I just feel… *so cozy* right now," he says, and before you can respond, he shifts slightly, sliding his hand onto your knee with a silly grin. "You’re like a personal heater. Is this what it’s like to have a bodyguard?"

You chuckle but keep your focus on the road as you drive him home. Sam, however, is practically melted into the passenger seat, head lolling from side to side as he hums some random tune under his breath.

"Okay, okay," he suddenly says, snapping his fingers as though he’s had a revelation. "You should definitely get a cape, too. You’d be the best superhero. Cuddles, rescues, and... uh... snacks. You’d be like, *Super Cozy Snuggle Person*."

You laugh, trying not to get distracted by his tipsy ramblings, but you can’t help but smile at how comfortable and at ease he is, despite everything he's going through.

When you finally get to your apartment, Sam is still being overly affectionate, practically clinging to you as you help him inside. He’s all smiles and slurred compliments, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. "I really like you, you know? Like… I always think you’re awesome, but tonight... I think you’re like... *super* awesome." He giggles, a little too loudly for the late hour.

You roll your eyes fondly, teasing him. "Yeah, I’m sure I’m *super* awesome right now with you draped over me like this."

But Sam doesn’t seem to mind. He’s far past the point of embarrassment, lost in the warmth of his tipsy affections. "You *are* super awesome. Don’t pretend you don’t like all this attention." He gives you a goofy grin before leaning in and nuzzling your neck. “I mean, how could you not? You’re like... my personal favorite human right now. You're basically my best friend... and my favorite pillow.”

You try to push him away with a laugh, but his grip is surprisingly strong for someone who’s barely able to stand straight. He pulls you into the couch, where he collapses, still holding onto you like a life raft. "Okay, okay. Enough teasing," he says, his voice slurring a little more. "Come on, come cuddle me. I need cuddles. I’m just… I’m just *really* feeling the cuddles tonight, okay?"

You roll your eyes, but give in, sitting down beside him. Sam immediately leans into you, his body warm and relaxed against yours. The banter continues, though now it’s mixed with little sleepy chuckles. His hand drifts onto your thigh, casually resting there as his head settles onto your shoulder. "You know," he mumbles, "you’re basically the best pillow in the world. Better than any other pillow. Like… you know, I *really* don’t like cuddling with people usually, but with you... it’s just right. So cozy. You feel like home, you know?"

You feel a flush rise to your cheeks at his words, but you try to keep it casual. "Yeah, sure, I’m just a big, soft pillow."

"Exactly," he says, voice full of contentment. "You’ve got the perfect vibe. Like, I feel like I could fall asleep forever if I’m with you. You’re like… like... the best form of therapy."

You smile to yourself, ruffling his hair affectionately as his breathing begins to slow down. He’s drifting off to sleep, still clinging to you with a surprising amount of force. "Night, Sam," you whisper, though you’re not entirely sure if he’s still awake.

His answer is a soft, slurred murmur, something like, “Goodnight, best pillow ever.” Then, silence.

You let him sleep on your shoulder, content to stay there for a while. Eventually, you drift off too, the soft, warm presence of Sam Wilson beside you making the night feel comfortable, safe, and unexpectedly intimate.

---

The Next Morning

The sun is just starting to filter in through the blinds when you wake up. Sam’s still lying next to you, but now he’s sprawled across the couch, looking as though he’s been in a deep sleep for hours. His arm is draped over your chest, and his head rests on your shoulder, his breathing slow and steady.

You stretch, trying to move without waking him, but the moment you shift, Sam’s grip tightens, pulling you closer with a soft groan. "Mmm, no. Stay... just a little longer," he mumbles sleepily, face buried in your shoulder.

You chuckle softly, glancing down at him. His hair’s a bit messy from sleeping, and there’s a slight pout on his face, still a little uncoordinated from last night’s drunken state. It’s endearing, and you can’t help but smile.

"Sam," you say softly, running your fingers through his hair. "You’re gonna be late for whatever you’ve got going on today."

He groans again, slowly blinking his eyes open. "Mmmm, too early. Let me just... stay here with you. I feel like I just need five more minutes."

You laugh. "Five more minutes? You said that last night too."

Sam blinks at you, looking mildly confused for a second before the memories of the previous night seem to hit him all at once. He sits up abruptly, eyes wide with embarrassment. "Wait, did I really—" His voice trails off, and his face turns red when he realizes what happened. “Oh, God. I... I was *that* drunk last night, huh?"

You smirk, nudging him lightly. "You were definitely *that* drunk, yes. But you were also super cuddly and affectionate."

He groans, flopping back onto the couch in embarrassment. “Great. Cuddle drunk Sam. Perfect.”

You laugh, and he glances at you, his eyes softening. "Thanks for... well, putting up with me. And for, you know... *being here.*"

You shrug nonchalantly. "It’s no big deal. You needed someone to make sure you didn’t end up trying to call a cab while still wasted. I’m happy to be your designated cuddle buddy."

He grins sheepishly, then nudges you with his shoulder. "Well, you’re damn good at it, I’ll give you that."

You both sit there for a while, the awkwardness starting to fade as the morning sun creeps higher. Sam finally pushes himself to his feet, stretching and yawning. "Alright, alright," he mutters. "I guess I should get moving. You sure I’m not going to get like... a repeat of last night if I stay too long?"

You give him a playful shove, laughing. "Get outta here, Wilson. But you can come back for round two any time. Just no more drunk cuddles."

Sam throws you a wink, clearly still a little tipsy but now more self-aware. "Deal. Just don't be surprised if I show up at your door for more therapy... soon." He gives you a lazy salute and heads for the door, leaving you with a smile on your face, wondering if this might be the start of something a little more than just late-night cuddles.

[lady-quen]

Places this in the sea of "Trahearne survives" AUs. Presenting Trahearne Inmorte, resident seething Firstborn plant bonded to a frankenstein bug. Alternatively, Trahearne if he picked ferocity in the character creator.

Anyway, finally posting about my version of the good ole Marshal, lovingly dubbed Crankhearne - aka Risen Lich Trahearne, revived immediately post-getting to know his sword too closely, courtesy of Morivitae, ( @commanderteag ) the Pact's pet Scion of Zhaitan. Having kept a dragon of dubious morals on a metaphorical leash, Trahy promptly gets UNO reversed. These two start toxic but get better over time, creating a fun contrast to the Commander of the verse, Aestus, who belongs to @mithosis.

Similarly to my own Commander, Mael, he keeps his condition as a lich secret from everyone aside from his closest circle. I swear I'm not collecting undead plants, the Zhaitan Scion Champion opportunity was just far too good to pass up. Have some more screenshots, and more (a lot more) lore ranting below the cut.

The very last thing the Pact Marshal expected when waging war against Zhaitan was to strike a bargain with Zhaitan's child. Information against his master and aid in cleansing Orr - in exchange for freedom once the Elder Dragon was slain. But, still, keeping a beast of that caliber on a leash proved a challenge, even when he could shapeshift more or less into mortal shape. After all, an ancient beast that subsisted on eating life force and grafting foreign body parts to itself did not take to Tyrian morals immediately. It wasn't a partnership by any means - a monster was a monster, but so was a promise. As long as the creature called "Morivitae" behaved, he could prove an asset against the other Dragons. A weapon. A wildcard. But then, awakened Mordremoth. The Maguuma disaster. His greatest failure, and, ultimately, his end. A final request for the Commander to take Caladbolg from his shaking hands and strike. But something within the Death Scion stirred at the sorrow. At the Commander's cries. An inkling of emotion, a faint flicker of something unfathomable. And gold eyes opened again. Welcome, O Champion of Shadow and Death. And now, the Marshal was on a leash of his own.

Trahearne went to the Domain of the Lost when he died, and time flowed differently there. So he spent "days" wandering and fighting the phantoms that took his name and face, just like the Commander. He met the Judge but there was no crisis in the Mists, so no offer to come back like during PoF, just gotta accept death but also have to process it first. Poor Trahearne was dissociated the whole time, thinking he was Mordremoth. He had to be given a second name to latch onto until he found his real one - and then he was ripped out of the Mists by Mori just before he could claim his rightful rest. Needless to say, waking back up a Risen of all things and cut off from the Dream did not do his mental health any favors.

"I don't remember my name but I was something horrible. You mustn't let me into the afterlife. I can't destroy it, too..." "You must find your name before you continue onward, wherever your final destination lies. If you fail, your soul will fade." "Good. I want to fade. I need to." "No, you must find the truth. That is the law of this place. Your spirit is noble, there is no malice in you. But there is suffering, and this isn't your final punishment." "I'm fading. I can't tell how - why - I can't move anymore. I need to... what am I..." "You are.. Inmorte, The Lost Wanderer. This name I give you now so you may continue. Hold onto it tightly and find your purpose. Your real name." "...I... I will."

Following his resurrection, he continues to lead the Pact as its Marshal, and is adamant on never using a mask nor mesmer illusions to cover his face - wearing his disfigurement openly in solidarity with all the other sylvari mutilated by Mordremoth's influence. There are questions as to why the Marshal was torn from the Dream and his glow changed to a necromantic green, but not many dare seek the truth of their own accord. Trahearne becomes a much more fearsome, decisive leader - going from scholar to truly formidable strategic mastermind, wanting nothing more than to ensure the tragedy of Maguuma never repeats.

"It's not mere confidence, it's pathological. As though everything stopped mattering back in that jungle, and yet I am ever more determined to see things through til the end. It's the only reason I can justify existing in this state."

The only instance where he does use illusions (excluding stealth missions, of course) is over his hands - due to an unfortunate incident where Caladbolg completely burned off the flesh from his fingers. As a result, his real hands are skeletal. This is due to his obsession with the sword, practically never letting it go, to the point he once fell asleep holding it. Since he no longer feels pain correctly, the damage was done before he woke back up - and Mori does not seem to possess the ability to mend, only animate that which should already be dead.

Trahearne's obsession with Caladbolg stems from the fact he initially believes the weapon to be the only thing keeping his soul from being fully corrupted by the Dragon he is bound to - clinging to a hope that the Thorn could purify the death magic in him just like it had once purified Orr. Alas, that is not the case, but also he eventually finds he is not as doomed as he had once believed - growing into a Champion of Death and Rebirth under his Scion patron as they both find their greater purpose - a balance to Aestus and Aurene's light. Still, his destiny remains irrevocably tied to the very land that haunted his Dream and cursed him with a seemingly impossible task.

"You're the First of the First, born in the garden of Eden and destined to purify a sunken hell risen from the depths on the other side of the sea. A task thought impossible, especially as your siblings begin to rise around you with destinies that seem more achievable. Compelled, you spend over twenty years studying the land of the walking dead, so much that the stench of it all is all but branded into your flesh. It's all you see when you sleep. The neverending expanse of bleak, gray-brown rock and twisting anemone and tide-torn ruins. Nothing living grows in Orr. It's all absolute desolation. There are none of your siblings there and you're so terribly lonely. ...In all your years, you never thought this could happen. With the Commander at your side and the son of Zhaitan mutinying against his father, Orr blooms again. The Artesian waters run clear, and life wanders slowly back into the land. It will take years, many more years than you'll be alive for, but the weight is lifted. You can leave. It's over. With hope in your heart, you feel like whatever comes next will only be easier. It's not. You die. And you rise. You never left Orr, because Orr never had the intention of leaving you."

Perhaps, just perhaps - one day, when the sunken kingdom heals completely, his soul will be allowed its due rest. Until then, he has some work to do.

[possessable]

Hi guys remember that elaborate Captain Underpants And The Insidious Incident of the Infectious Inside Joke fanfic idea i had but never actually wrote ? Here's the Entire summary/rough planning document in case you wanted to know how it actually went (warning it is the entire thing under the readmore so it's Long):

George and Harold take note that the students of Jerome Horwitz Elementary seem a little bit off today. They're all smiling and giggling about something, though about what exactly is indiscernible—not to mention The Glowing Yellow Eyes. Oh well, surely it's nothing Captain Underpants can't deal with!

(It's something Captain Underpants can't deal with.)

(Maybe someone else can?)

Over the weekend, George and Harold are hanging out in the treehouse, staying up late trying to plan out a Captain Underpants Theme Song(TM) (It's the Weird Al one, they're the ones who came up with it in universe for this fanfic I guess)

eventually when it gets to be too late they go home and say they'll keep planning it tomorrow, Sunday.

Alas, Tomorrow Comes and it is /not/ Sunday, It's Monday -- Both of the boys lost track of time and forgot that it was Actually The end of the weekend. Both of them accidentally slept in, and are Late For School. They end up rushing to get there so fast that they don't notice something is Slightly Off about the passerbys of the city streets…passerbyes? how do you pluralize "passerby"-- I mean that A Bunch Of people are weird and have glowing yellow eyes and big smiles and George and Harold don't notice.

("why are they rushing they don't seem like the type to be concerned about being late" it's funny sorry)

Point is, they get to school and everyone there is Slightly Off too, who would've guessed? The students are smiling and a lot of them are formed into weird little huddled groups whispering to each other and laughing And Also They Have Glowing Yellow eyes. George and harold do, in fact, think this is a little bit strange, but probably don't take as much note of it as they should.

George: Why is everyone so happy? Harold: Maybe they read our comic and thought it was really funny. George: We didn't /make/ a new comic, we were busy trying to figure out that theme song. Harold: Oh, yeah. uhhh. They're still laughing at one of our older ones, maybe? George: You might be giving us too much credit Harold: We can never have too much credit. George: Hmm. yeah, that's true.

They eventually gotta go to their separate classes and they're like

Harold: Oh, we were so preoccupied that we didn't even come up with any big pranks to do… George: I've always got some quick backups! [pulls out a whoopee cushion for himself] Might not be the most elaborate, but it's a classic. [he takes out…another prank item, i don't know i haven't figured it out, and tosses it to harold.] Harold: [nodding] Classic.

So they part ways and go to their classes.

Cut to George's class, the other students are weirdly well behaved, sitting still and staring straight forward with the same smile plastered on their faces. George looks around, a little confused at their cheerful dispositions, but the teacher Ms. Ribble still seems to be normal and blah-blah-blah-ing boringly about Whatever Subject.

George decides to put his simple prank plan into action and tosses the whoopee cushion onto her chair as she's sitting down. She sits on it, it makes the Funny Fart Sound, she gets annoyed--but none of the other students laugh or react whatsoever. They continue their blank-smiled stares.

Ms. Ribble simply removes the whoopee cushion from her chair with an irritated look on her face and continues teaching. George is baffled.

(During that whole scene it's intermittently cutting to Harold's class, where The Same Thing Happens with his prank attempt. He is /also/ baffled.)

Anyway, at the end of their classes, the students file out of the door in a neat line (except for george and harold who kind of just walk past everyone else confusedly. as George leaves--in the background, one of the smiling students approaches Ms.Ribble. She looks at them indignantly like "what do you want" but then the student grabs her by the arm and yanks her down so they're face to face, about to Do Something--George doesn't notice at all and leaves before the interaction is completed.)

Point is, George and Harold meet up again in the hallway, and both of them Immediately ask -

George and Harold, simultaneously: What was THAT??? Harold: Nobody even -- George: There wasn't even a /single/ sensible chuckle at the whoopee cushion! How can you not chuckle at a whoopee cushion!? Harold: That's what I was about to say!!!! Nobody reacted at ALL! George: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Harold: Something weird is going on! george [at the same time]: Something weird is going on…

They walk down the hallway for a bit longer, this time taking more note of the weird huddled groups of whispering students. They grow More Concerned.

Then Melvin walks up to them.

Melvin: Do you two know what's going on with everyone today? It is /very/ annoying. Did you put out another one of your juvenile comics? George: Actually, no. We're with you on this one, we have no idea what's so funny. Melvin: Hm. Whatever… I have calculus notes to study…[walks off to go to his locker] Harold: ?????? Calculus????

Melvin tries to get to his locker, but there's one of those weird huddles of kids (three kids, probably) in front of it. He tries to push past them and utterly fails.

Melvin: Uh. Hello? You're standing in front of my locker. [The children ignore him and continue whispering and laughing to themselves.] Melvin: /What/ are you /giggling/ at? The Children, all in unison: We learned a really funny joke. Melvin: …Right. Can you-- The Children: Do you want to know what it is? Melvin: If the explanation for your joke requires a lead-in /asking me/ if i want to know the joke, then it's probably too long of an explanation! I don't have time for this… [starts walking off] I can--

As Melvin tries to leave, one of the kids grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. He protests, obviously, but another one of the kids leans in and whispers something in his ear, then giggles. Melvin looks confused at first, and then his face shifts and he starts smiling like the other kids are. He laughs , and with a little blinks, acquires The Glowing Yellow eyes.

George and harold have been watching this entire interaction from the sidelines and are now Obviously concerned. Melvin notices them and approaches, like "They were right, the joke IS really funny :-) I think you two would like it, do you want to know what it is?"

George and harold Do Not. They run away.

As they're running in panic, they discuss how something is DEFINITELY wrong -- maybe before it could be denied, but melvin Would Not Say That. Also, some of the kids notice them and start chasing after them. They get to the front of the school and they're about to run out the doors, but Krupp walks up and stops them, crossing his arms.

Krupp: What do you two think you're doing? George: Principle Krupp! There's-- Krupp: You two show up late for school, run around in the halls which is /absolutely/ against the rules-- Harold: [gesturing to the weird kids] Mister Krupp, there's a-- Krupp: Don't interrupt me--and now you're trying to /leave/ entirely? Not on my watch! You two, my office, n-- George: [snaps]

Obviously Captain tries to do that thing where he rips off all of his clothes and yells his Mighty Battle Cry but George and Harold stop him like "No, hold on, you'll draw too much attention to us" and usher him out the door. They run back to the tree house.

In the treehouse, Captain switches back into his usual (lack of) clothes.

Captain: What's the situation, sidekicks? George: There's some sort of weird…happy humorous hivemind… Captain: Humorous happy hivemind, huh? Harold: Some sort of insidious incident of an infectious inside joke… George: Title drop Captain: What? Harold: [nodding] Title drop Captain: Hm! Well, I don't know what that means but all-in-all i appreciate the awesome act of alliteration.

So they explain in more detail what they're talking about, and decide they need to go out and try to find The Source of this weird hivemind plague and put A STOP to it!

Before heading out, they decide to stock up on supplies and Weapons for Self Defense… They look around the treehouse. George finds a slingshot and decides that's good enough. Harold is like "I swear I had something good around here, a nerf gun or something…" but can't find it. Captain helps look around and at first finds the plans for the theme song and he's like "Oh this is great :-D" but now is not the time for that of course . he finds a SuperSoaker instead and picks it up, pointing it directly to his face

captain: Ooh, what's this, a watergun? harold: DON'T POINT THAT AT YOUR-- captain: Kidding, kidding! [hands it to Harold] I learned to stop doing that after the first 15 times. george: 16 captain: Yes!

with that , They head out.

The people on the streets are, in fact, all weird and infeccted as well. Captain is briefly like "Hey what's the problem with this hivemind if it's making people happy that doesn't seem too bad -- [one of the infected tries to grab him violently by the arm] Nevermind that's weird [he punches them away]"

They try to figure out what could've possibly caused Whatever Is Going On, standing in an area with no infected to try and think. While the boys are trying to figure that out, captain goes "Well, atleast we can look at this lovely sunset while we wait."

The boys go "What ??? Captain it's the middle of the day, there's no sunset--" and then look to see what he's talking about and notice that part of the sky is, in fact, being tinted weird shades of orange and yellow by this ominously silhouetted glowing thing on top of a tall building.

It's a meteor. There's a giant glowing meteor that landed on top of a building in the city, particularly a building that boasts the city's Moderately Large Spaghetti Bowl Monument, a large empty metal spaghetti bowl + fork statue. It landed inside of the bowl, obviously, fitting perfectly and causing little structural damage to the rest of the building.

They decide to check it out. Captain flies them all over there, temporarily leaving the boys nearby on the ground below while he heads up to go confront The Meteor.

He flies up to it, inspects it closely, determines it to be Just A Weird Rock that doesn't hold any immediate threat to him, and turns away to give a little speech, "Worry not, citizens of this marvelous metropolis! This strange glowing rock stands no chance against the great warrior of waistbands!"

He turns back to notice that the meteor is glowing even brighter and making a weird charge-up sound, and does not process it in time to dodge when it shoots a giant laser beam at his face.

He falls to the ground, making a giant crater when he impacts the floor. George and harold shout "No!" and run up to check on him. he has little scrapes on his face from having fallen into the ground so hard.

so follows this one comic:

So they run away, of course--and Captain pursues them, of course.

So now they're running through the streets fighting off regular infected with their shoddy weapons [Watergun and Slingshot] while also trying to evade Captain, who is More Dangerous because he Has Superpowers. He starts trying to attack them by doing the underwear slingshot thing at them

Harold: No! I never thought the unlimited underwear ability would be used against us! George: What about the super strength and flight and stuff? Harold: I know, but the unlimited underwear thing is just so much more personal… George: [sighing sadly] Yeah, it is…

After a while of running, they end up cornering themselves in an alleyway, because that always happens in situations like these.

They try to figure out what to do, because they can't imagine their dinky little kids toy weapons would do anything against Captain, but they don't have much time to think because George gets Threateningly Grabbed By The Collar Of His Shirt and Lifted By The Infected Hero.

Harold panics and finally just shoots Captain in the face with the supersoaker.

He drops George, shutting his eyes while he shakes the water out of his face with a "Aughrublblsgjblrbh!" noise--and when he opens them again, the yellow glow is gone. And Also He is Very Angry and Confused looking.

Krupp: WBHUH. WHAT. [looks at Lack Of Clothes] Not this again! George, Harold, WHY am I--!?? [he looks at the boys for 5 seconds to see that they look genuinely afraid and panicked. He quiets down from his yelling, now too preoccupied Being Slightly Concerned to feel angry] Krupp: Why are you… [looks around for a little bit more and then notices the scrapes on his face] Why is my face-- George: Wait, Krupp isn't infected! Harold: [gasp] You're right! Krupp: What? [Harold grabs Krupp by the arm and start running out of the alleyway] Harold: We're going to the treehouse, now! Krupp: [now angry again] WHAT? CAN I AT LEAST FIND MY CLOTHES FIRST!? George: They're at the treehouse. Krupp: THEY'RE AT THE--!?? Of course they're at the treehouse, why wouldn't they be at the treehouse?

Cut to the treehouse.

Krupp angrily puts on his clothes and his toupee.

Krupp: You boys…have a /lot/ of explaining to do. [long uncomfortable silence] George: …I'm gonna try something first Krupp: What do you mean /try somethi/-- [George snaps at Krupp. This brings back the glowing yellow eyes and empty smile on Captain's face, and he immediately lunges at george to try and attack him again. Harold shoots him with the supersoaker.] George: sorry i wanted to see if captain was back to normal yet Krupp: AUAGABLBHRGHBL [shakes head] What /is/ that!? Stop doing that! George: Okay, okay! explaining now!

The boys explain the whole "there's a weird hivemind thing going on (We had nothing to do with it this time we swear), and everyone in the school got infected, and everyone on the streets is infected, and YOU got infected too--but we…splashed you with water…which snapped you out of it, and, uhh, uhhhh"

They neglect to mention Captain.

Krupp stares at them skeptically.

They decide to tack on "Also, you have superpowers…?"

/That/ gets Krupp to react--He goes "WHAT? That is ridiculous! This is another one of your guys' stupid pranks there's--" starts laughing incredulously "I DO NOT Have--" he immediately stops laughing "….what type of superpowers"

george and harold very casually list off some of them like "oh yeah uh, flight. super strength, super resilience, uhh"

krupp stares at the floor like "…i guess that would…explain that one time when…[cut to flashback of him accidentally levitating to get something off of a high shelf and then only noticing 5 seconds later] …and the…. that other time when [cut to flashback of him getting frustrated and slamming his head on his desk only to break the entire thing in half]"

george and harold look at him, saying "i bet he's having a sequence of comedic but also revelatory flashbacks right now"

Anyway, while Krupp is having a small crisis, The Boys huddle and talk to each other.

Harold: How are we gonna get out of this one? George: "This one" as in Krupp knowing about the super powers or "This one" as in the alien meteor plague? Harold: Both! George: Hmm. Look, I hate to say this, but I think with a situation as widespread as this, we may need… Harold: No… George: We need Good, Responsible adults on our team! Harold: UGH George: And with Captain out of commission, we just have "responsible!" [gestures to Krupp] Harold: I guess you're right…but who else even is there? It's not like any of the staff at the school would help us! george: [thinking] george: except for… Harold: Oh, right! Harold: [turns back to Krupp] You stay here, we gotta get someone Krupp: [preoccupied looking at a figurine of captain underpants]

To make a long story short, they go to the school cafeteria to get Edith.

they explain "EDITH! THere's a weird alien hivemind thing and and-and the. WE NEED HELP!!"

and edith really doesn't question it too hard before taking out a cast iron pan from Somewhere like "Okay i'll help you guys"

and then the boys are like "Wh. W. No you can't use a cast iron pan these -- that's like, an actual--that will concuss people"

edith proceeds to go "OH right right sorry so sorry" and takes out a stainless steel pan instead because it's a bit lighter. george and harold obviously object to this as well before edith chooses an actually acceptable kitchen weapon [fire extinguisher maybe? she picks it up and the boys are like "NO THAT WILL ALSO CONCUSS PEOPLE" but then she demonstrates that she's gonna use it by spraying the fire extinguisher and not by using it as a blunt force weapon and they're like "okay yeah that's fine whatever"]

The boys get back to the treehouse and climb inside.

Krupp: Oh, you're back. [putting down the paper with the captain underpants theme song planning on it, which he was holding for some reason] This place is an absolute /pig-sty/ by the way! Why does it smell like grape soda in here? You should-- edith: [climbs inside of the treehouse as well] Krupp: [immediately shuts up] Heyyyy Edithhhh [charasmatically leans against something and rests his head on his palm] edith: Benjamin Krupp [charasmatically Snaps And Does Fingerguns]

captain immediately tries to lunge at george and harold again but they shoot him with the supersoaker [they're not even scared this time they're just unamused] and they look at edith like "DO NOT snap at him." edith is like "Right right sorry I forgot." Krupp is confused.

The boys start explaining and planning like

Harold: Okay. We have to get to the meteor's building--and it /will/ be a dangerous journey. Since Krupp can't fly us there like Captain would've-- krupp: what? harold: --we've planned out an entire route by foot, each step we take will be meticulously calculated to avoid dangerous encounters and [insert overly planned and overly dramatic route drawn on a paper map of the city, insert the boys mentioning] … if we get into trouble edith can take one for the team and lure the infected away for us-- krupp: What!?? edith: [nods agreeably] harold: --because she's definitely smart and could survive on her own Krupp: AND I COULDN'T???

eventually after way too much explanation of their elaborate plan Krupp finally interrupts [almost snaps to get their attention but refrains and waves his hands/claps instead] to say "Guys. hey. Hey listen to me."

and the boys are like "What?"

and Krupp is like "I Have a car"

To make a long story short, they drive to the meteor building and go inside so they can get to the roof. In the building there are More Infected--with each level they go up the infected get More Aggressive due to their proximity to the meteor. Shenanigans ensue, montage of them fighting off the infected with their ridiculous weapons [supersoaker, slingshot, fire extinguisher, krupp doesn't even have a weapon he's just there] and also with each floor they're trying to get Krupp to figure out how to use his powers. He's doing an Okay Job at figuring them out but not A Great Job.

Also, the entire time the boys keep humming/singing the captain underpants theme song and krupp is like "Can you stop doing that it's annoying"

Anyway, eventually on one of the higher floors the windows are broken for some reason-- edith gets into A Scuffle with an infected person and uhh. gets shoved out of one of the windows. Krupp tries to grab her but fails, so she falls out of the building. Naturally, Krupp jumps out after her without the slightest bit of hesitation.

This concerns the boys greatly because to them it looks like the two adults on their team just died.

Obviously they /don't/ die, though. Krupp , falling, reaches out for edith , managing to grab her and finally figure out how to intentionally use his flight powers for the first time . He flies back up to the floor that George and Harold are at, holding edith in a bridal style carry with both of them looking utterly baffled, and Harold is just like

(old art haha)

Anyway. now that he can fly they don't need to scale up the rest of the floors of the building, they just fly up to the roof of the building.

Also, krupp by this point has begun humming/singing the captain underpants theme song to himself as well and george and harold are like "i thought you said it was annoying" and krupp begrudgingly admits "IT'S CATCHY."

Anyway, Meteor time!

I don't feel like typing the rest, it's just those two comics i made

Anyway, Yada yada yada, they have a confrontation and a fight ensues. George is like "Let everyone go from your weird hivemind thing!" and the following comic i made happens:

anyway. The Meteor then shoots another beam at george and actually hits him because Krupp was too distracted waiting for an answer to help him dodge this time (krupp: WAIT NO)

(harold: No! George! D-: Why does this keep happening it's just like the anti-humor beam from the first movie krupp: [from across the room] The first what? harold: Nothing)

anyway george is infected now. he stands up Slowly and Ominously and starts walking towards harold to infect him as well or something [meteor's not just using a beam again for The Drama] and harold is like "George! No! Uhh, uhh--" he panics and tries to think of something to do and just ends up singing the captain underpants theme song that they were coming up with the day before. George actually stops his approach and freezes for a second.

Meteor: [confused] What are you doing? krupp: [alarmed] What are you doing!? harold: I DONT KNOW I JUST THOUGHT IT MIGHT HELP [continues badly singing]

Harold keeps singing and it does seem to stop/confuse george from going any further. edith also joins in. The meteor yells at them to shut up because the song is annoying. Harold is like "i think you mean it's Catchy :-)" and the meteor is like "No I do not."

Note to self. This would be a lot more dramatic in the actuual thing the summary document makes it sound stupid as hell but that's okay

extended period of silence before the meteor starts going "nananana captain underpants yeah yeah yeaaa" to itself and then it's like "GOD DAMN IT"

Anyway, point is, they all sing the themesong at it really loudly [krupp also joins in hesitantly] until the meteor goes "NO WHY IS YOUR MEMETIC COGNITOHAZARD MORE POWERFUL THAN MY MEMETIC COGNITOHAZARD!??" and gets annoyed/intimidated into Literally Growing Legs and walking away.

Conflict resolved! George is back to normal now. All is well. except george doesn''t seem super happy it seems like Seomething is on his mind still [thinking about the ethicality of Captain's existence]

They recoup at the treehouse again.

George starts guiltily explaining the entirety of the "we hypnotized you into being a superhero" thing to Krupp.

Krupp stares the entire time with an unreadable facial expression until George is done talking. There's an uncomfortable silence during which george and harold are expecting krupp to blow up at them.

eventually though krupp is just like "…wow. of course it was you. why wouldn't it been you?" in an oddly calm voice that sounds more relieved than angry

my explanation for why krupp isnt that mad by the end of the fic when he learns that george and harold did the hypno ring thing on him is because it takes place a relatively long time after the first movie [a year maybe? even over a year?] and during the first couple of months afterward he wasextremely mad and confused without an explanation but eventually resigned himself to just Not Having an explanation so now that he does have one he's just like "well. i should be absolutely furious but i already spent all of my furiousness now i'm just relieved to know not in a "im being nice and forgiving you on purpose" way more in a "i feel like i should be angry and i kind of want to be angry but im literally just not"

anyway, Another Awkward Silence Follows before george gingerly asks "uh…can we… see if captain is back to normal now?"

krupp is like "yeah whatever i've had enough of existing for today sure" and snaps at himself. Captain is, in fact, back to normal -- though he is also very confused and startled before george explains that they already saved the day and everything's good now.

uh, idk, Conclusion here?

The end!

EXTRAS:

i think i was gonna do a gag where edith is immune to the hivemind , which is because she is also an alien, but she just explains it to the gang as "oh i already have a distinct eye color of my own so i'm immune to it making my eyes yellow which means i'm also immune to the rest of it." this also means she was going to be shielding harold from the beam attacks by just like, standing in front of him and letting it hit her instead

i maybe was planning on putting a part sometime when they're ascending the building where the meteor talks directly to the gang through captain (possibly some music on the building's intercom/radio has snapping in it, whatevah) and then it monologues all mysterious and intimidating like "ohhh you are scaling my tower to have a direct confrontation with me? okay i won't stop you, but do you think --" and then edith is like "oh wait! i know you. (turns to the gang) i knew this meteor in college it sucked" and the meteor's just like "SHUT UP whatever nevermind i'm done monologuing just shoot the guy with the water again. see you at the top!"

the reason why captain is infected and krupp isn't is because it's a knowledge-based memetic infection. if you Know the joke you are Susceptible to the infection. however, due to The Memory Loss between the two, captain knows it and krupp does not. the beam attack is just the meteor beaming knowledge of the joke directly into someone's head without using a secondary proxy like someone verbally speaking/whispering it

the joke in question is cosmic and unknowable and incomprehensible to human-minds specifically, but for aliens it's the equivalent of a really basic/unfunny "why'd the chicken cross the road" style joke. at some point in the fic i think edith was gonna get grabbed and fakeout infected but after a Moment of Suspense, it's revealed to have absolutely no effect on her, and she just pipes up with "That joke's not even funny!" . this might have been what led up to her getting shoved out of the window because the infected resorted to more violent methods of getting her out of the way if she wasn't infectable

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

None Of The Above

Hello gigglers!

This is the lee Thanos fic that was requested by @alguien-001

I used one of my favorite tickle fic tropes - the ticklish massage - and took a lot of inspiration from @lord-of-hyperfix (you should DEFINETELY check out their fics if you haven't yet, they are adorable :D)

Summary: Thanos has lost his drugs. Nam-Gyu has a go at lifting his spirits.

Warning: Discussions of death, intense tickles

The games were a matter of life or death. To all of those except for player 230. See, he did the smart thing - getting high on his 'infinity stones' on the morning of every game. This meant that he had become immune to the pain, terror and constant threat of death.

Take the first game for example. In 'Red Light Green Light', whilst everyone else was stepping slowly and cautiously, doing anything to ensure they could freeze as quick as possible, Thanos was just dancing and jumping in the air, having the time of his life.

But this morning he couldn't find his pills. He'd checked everywhere - under his pillow, in the pockets of his green uniform jacket, in the bathroom stall he'd went to the previous day. He'd even harassed a few people, beaten up MG Coin, and forced Min-Su, Se-Mi and Nam-Gyu to spill their pockets before him. Still nothing.

This was bad. Really bad. Not only did it mean that he would had no buffer against the horrifying emotions that would surely overtake him, but everyone would have to see him break down. He had no desire for a single player to witness him in this state. Sure, saying dumb things when your high can be embarrassing - but not nearly as embarrassing as what Thanos was doing right now. Sitting alone, behind a pile of bunks so that he could not be found, whimpering and hugging his knees to his chest.

"Thanos?"

He startled a bit at the sound, looking up to find his biggest ally, Nam-Gyu, smirking down at him like the shit he was.

"What is it? Are you scared?", he taunted, "Cause I felt pretty violated earlier when you made me empty my pockets".

No response. At this, Nam-Gyu's face dropped a bit. I mean, he totally only stayed around Thanos for the pills, he couldn't give a dog's ass about his feelings. Yet he still felt a surge of sympathy in his heart - a long forgotten and totally unwelcome emotion.

"Hey, what do you think the next game will be my brother?", Nam-Gyu asked, changing the subject but keeping his condescending tone as to not have the rapper suspect that he was attempting to distract him to cheer him up. Which he totally wasn't.

"I don't fucking know, fuck off", Thanos responded - although he didn't make eye contact, and his face was deadpan. It was sad just looking at him.

Nam-Gyu did the exact opposite of Thanos' demand, walking up closer to the man and taking a seat on the cold floor beside him.

"Come on, this isn't like you man. Wanna go beat up MG again? I can join you, than we'll both be in a better mood".

Silence. Than, for the first time that morning, Thanos looked up at him. And, to Nam-Gyu's horror, he had tears in his eyes.

"I really don't want to die", he said.

Nam-Gyu gulped. This was a side of the purple haired rapper that he'd never seen before. It reminded him of when he was in school, mucking around with the other guys in the friend group, and than suddenly one would get all serious, taking some light-hearted taunt to heart, and nobody would know how to respond.

Than Nam-Gyu observed Thanos' posture. His shoulders were scrunched up, and looked as hard as rock.

"Y-you won't die", Nam-Gyu muttered awkwardly. How was he supposed to respond to this unprecedented behavior from his partner in crime? "You're really tense bro, it's creeping me out"

"Just fuck off", Thanos responded, depleted.

Well, what could he do? Player 124 stood up, frowning, trying to suppress his discomfort. His sympathy. His care for his new friend. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he made a gesture to walk away.

But he couldn't move. There was something hypnotizing in the rapper's sad, desperate eyes. He felt a pang in his chest, Thanos' pain becoming his own. For fuck sake, what was wrong with him.

Letting out an exagerated sigh, Nam-Gyu sat back down. "You know, you won't be of any use to me in the next game if your all worked up like this. You need to relax. Shoulder massage?"

He held his hands out with the request. This was a typical thing for bros to do together, right? I mean, massaging requires muscle strength. As Nam-Gyu tried to justify the request to himself in his head, Thanos just stared at him, dumbfounded.

"You would do that for me man?"

Nam-Gyu forced out a chuckle, "Of course! I can't just let you bring the whole team down in the next game with all your whining and winging. Than we really would all die".

Nam-Gyu noticed that Thanos tensed again at the mention of death, letting out a slight whimper. Who even was this man? Was this the real Su-Bong, completely untouched by the influence of narcotics?

He suddenly felt Thanos lean a bit closer to him and turn around.

"A massage would really help, thanks bro"

Well....here goes.

Nam-Gyu awkwardly placed his fingers on Thanos' shoulders, digging gently but without a coordinated rhythm. He almost jumped at the unexpected sound of Thanos' sigh of content.

"That's good Nam-Su, a little higher maybe?"

Nam-Gyu scoffed, "Excuse me?". He accented this remark with a poke to one of his shoulder blades, close to the center of his spine. This made Thanos yelp.

Of course, Nam-Gyu burst out laughing at this reaction, not at the right angle to see the blush growing on Thanos' cheeks.

"Shut up", he mumbled.

"What was that?!", Nam-Gyu cackled, as if he hadn't heard his friend. He poked him again, and Thanos repeated the sound.

"Quit it", he snapped, reaching his arm back to swat Nam-Gyu off.

This only empowered the man further, as he dealt a stream of pokes to Thanos' shoulder blades, all accompanied by childish "pew pew!"s.

This made the rapper's yelps transform into giggles, confusing Nam-Gyu a bit.

"Hey, what's so funny?", he put emphasis on his question with a poke to the back of Thanos' neck, making him scrunch his shoulders up and whine.

Player 124 just looked at him for a few seconds in complete bewilderment.

"No, seriously, what was that?", he asked. He couldn't shake of the thought that Thanos was just reacting in this way to mock him. Like some sort of ironic joke.

"I-I don't like that", Thanos stuttered. That was when Nam-Gyu noticed the slight tremble in his voice.

Now he was seriously confused, "What, are you like, really ticklish there or something?"

No response.

And that was when it dawned on him.

"Noooo....", he said, a mischievous smile overtaking his face. He poked again, this time under his right arm, and lingered his finger there for a few scratches. This made Thanos shriek and double over, attempting to stand up when Nam-Gyu grabbed his shoulder.

"Oh no, don't think your getting away that easy-", he taunted, before digging all ten of his fingers under Thanos' arms.

Thanos couldn't repress his frantic shriek, or stop himself from collapsing backwards onto Nam-Gyu's lap in ticklish agony, with his attacker's hands following flawlessly.

"Whoa, this is priceless", Nam-Gyu chuckled.

Thanos, who now had his head in Nam Gyu's lap and was lying facing the ceiling, tried desperately to tug his arms free, all the while screaming with boisterous laughter.

"This is actually gold", Nam-Gyu said, overwhelmingly delighted at this new discovery. "Hey, Min-Su!"

"NOHOHOHO!", the rapper protested, kicking his feet in the air, as if that would help.

"You shut your mouth", Nam-Gyu responded, squeezing Thanos' sides which made him shriek again before his laughter resumed.

Min-Su peeked his little anxious head out from around the corner. Nam-Gyu beamed.

"Look at this! Thanos is ticklish!"

Min-Su looked confused at first, but, after a few seconds, he giggled a bit.

"LEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!", Thanos begged.

"No-ho way dude, I still haven't found all of your weak spots yet!"

With that, Nam-Gyu tested out the sensitivity of Thanos' stomach, wiggling his fingers gently. This made the rapper's laughter die down as he let out a few whiny giggles.

"Cohome on mahan", he chuckled, "Stohohop beheing chihildish".

Nam-Gyu smirked, "Me? Childish? I'm sorry, remind me which one of us is laughing like a five year old? Remind me which one of us is too weak to handle a bit of harmless tickling?"

Player 124 told himself that he was being mean, that he was bullying Thanos. The man deserved it, getting his name wrong all the time and treating him like shit. He definitely wasn't doing this because it was a relief to see Thanos smile, his giggles were overwhelmingly endearing or he cared for the man and wanted desperately to make him feel better. Definitely not. None of the above.

Nam-Gyu, not entirely satisfied with Thanos' weak protests and lack of legitimate struggling as his stomach was prodded, decided to move on to the man's sides.

Now this really got to Thanos. His giggles got louder and he started banging his head against Nam-Gyu's lap.

"Eheeeheheee!"

The man's laughter was almost a screech. Nam-Gyu just chortled at him.

"So youv'e lost your pills huh?", he said, digging one of his fingers into the side of Thanos' right rib, making him buck.

"I wonder where they are....", the black-haired one continued. "Here?" A poke to his lower right side. "Here?" A gentle scribble at his left armpit. "Or maybe here?" A gentle squeeze to the side of the rapper's waist.

"Nahaha! Thihihis ihihihis....."

"Hold up!"

Nam-Gyu's fingers paused momentarily. Thanos let out some very loud huffs and puffs, taking a few moments to notice the way that Nam-Gyu's smirk had become twice as evil, and his eyes were lighting up as if he just discovered a hidden treasure.

"Well well well, what do we have here?", he quipped, pressing a bit on a section of Thanos' jacekt pocket that was bulging a bit. He reached into the rapper's jacket and withdrew...the missing necklace. With the pills inside.

Thanos felt a surge of relief, followed by confusion.

"B-but, I looked in there"

"Obviously not hard enough", Nam-Gyu responded, evilly twiddling the necklace between his fingers.

"So...let me get this straight", player 124 continued, his shit-eating grin widening by the second; "You made me empty my pockets. You patted me down like a security guard. You fucking turned my jacket inside out! And you just had the pills on you the whole time?!"

Thanos felt himself tremble, shrugging sheepishly.

"O-ho, your in for it now-"

With that, Nam-Gyu dug both of his hands under Thanos' arms, wiggling and squeezing roughly with his fingers.

"OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO!"

"Oh yes-", Nam-Gyu teased, "You deserve every second of this you asshole".

Thanos had his arms pinned to his chest and his hands squeezed into tight fists. He was bopping his head up and down and thrashing like a maniac. If it weren't for his laughter, one could have easily guessed that he was being brutally murdred.

"PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIM SOHOHORRRY!"

Nam-Gyu scoffed, "Your begging? Pathetic".

Oh, how Nam-Gyu loved torturing this poor, helpless boy. For reasons that had nothing to do with the fact that it made him feel close to him, or that his reactions were adorable.

"Hey, give me more room", Nam-Gyu chuckled, using one hand to grab at Thanos' arms that were pinned to his sides. In a swift and coordinated motion, the attacker grabbed both of Thanos' hands and pinned them above his head, using his other hand to scribble heavily into the hollows under the rappers arms, alternating sides every few seconds.

And that was when Thanos died. Dying of laughter was the last way he thought he'd go in a place like this.

His screams went silent, his face went dark crimson, and he let out a stream of giggly whimpers. Having his worst spot completely exposed and wrecked like this was just too much for the poor man.

After a few seconds of this, Nam-Gyu got bored and showed his ally some mercy. This, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that he cared for his new friend and didn't want to go beyond his limits.

As Thanos panted and scrunched his body into a ball, still giggling like a child, player 124 just watched him in awe.

"If the next game is a tickle fight, your'e fucked", he snickered.

Up until this point, both Nam-Gyu and Thanos had completely forgotten that Min-Su was still standing there, watching the scene unfold. The boy had got a lot of enjoyment out of this, he had a bright smile. The affection - even if it wasn't directed at him - made him feel light and fuzzy. Maybe Thanos and Nam-Gyu weren't so intimidating after all?

"The fuck are you looking at?", Thanos barked, his threatening tone having clearly been revived.

Min-Su whimpered, blushed and scuttled away.

Hope you enjoyed!! My back is hungry for feedback as always.'

Have a slay day! (:

[luthorswildflowers]

Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found

It was their reconciliation after everything with Lex and Leviathan that seemed to give Lena the courage to come out to Kara. She had been closeted for so much of her life that the idea of letting someone in past her walls had felt insane if not impossible. But Kara proved her wrong again, and Lena finally decided that this box would remain open, and she would embrace this feeling head on.

Her queerness was not the only secret she had wanted to concede to the blonde that evening, standing aloft on the Tower balcony together as the sun settled low over the city. This was one of those evenings, where the tenderness of their friendship seemed to pull at something more. They stood quietly together, their elbows touching as they gazed out over the sky beyond them. Lena could only focus on the quiet breath of her “best friend”, her heart hammering in her chest as she realized this was the time to lay herself bare. She had never felt so safe in her life. She was enveloped by warmth from a family that she had to remind herself that she deserved. And Kara was at the forefront of it all, her sunny disposition and bright, bright kindness that wrapped itself around Lena’s heart.

Lena had known for a long time that she was in love with Kara Danvers. It had just taken the pain of heartbreak and the fear of losing the one person she loved most for her to realize that she couldn’t go on any longer without Kara in her life somehow. When Lex had shown his true colors, Lena had known then that she was making a huge mistake, and she would fight until her heart shattered to get back that warmth in her life.

It had worked out eventually, they had taken down Lex together, sending him to somewhere unreachable where he could never hurt Lena, or anyone ever again. Finally, free from one of her lifelong torments, Lena had realized that she was free from that fear too. And it was that first night back together with Kara and their friends that had pushed Lena to decide that she was done letting her fear drive her actions.

As they stood on the balcony together, Lena took the plunge and dared to let her heart win out.

Just as she inhaled heavily to begin her confession, Kara turned towards her, eyes locked on her own questionably.

“Lena, what’s up?”

Lena exhaled dramatically, pulling her eyes away to gaze out towards the city again. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” she began, twisting her fingers together nervously. Her stomach flipped suddenly before she pushed her trepidation down and continued on. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now actually.”

Kara rested her hand gently on Lena’s arm. “Is something wrong? Are you ok?” she asked, a bite of concern in her voice.

“No nothing, like that. I just needed to – well I just want to say something, and we’ve promised to be honest with each other now since everything happened. And I don’t want to lie to you or keep things – or I mean secrets from you anymore but umm, but –” Lena sighed heavily, throwing her hands up and spinning away from Kara. “God, I didn’t realize it would be this hard.”

Kara’s hands were on her shoulders, pulling gently until Lena turned back around. Lena looked up hesitantly into Kara’s eyes, calming slightly at the reassurance she saw in them.

“Whatever it is you can tell me. I’m here.”

Lena reached out for Kara’s hands, clutching onto her tightly as she breathed in slowly. She was thankful for Kara in that moment, the blonde seemed to have a second sense about her, knowing how to ease those around her with her confidence and consideration. Lena was drawn to it, and she tried to let the feeling embolden her.

“I want to. I really do.” Her heart still thundered nervously, and Lena noticed Kara’s quick glance to her chest as she picked up on the sound. Lena breathed deeply, her shoulders falling downwards as she stared at their joined hands. “I’m just scared,” she continued shakily. “So much has changed between us in the last year. I don’t want us to fall back to where we were before – before Lex. But I want to tell you because – well I trust you.”

Lena still wouldn’t meet Kara’s eyes, but she squeezed her hand tightly, hoping to convey what she was trying to say. Kara squeezed back and dipped her head to catch Lena’s eye.

“Lena. I promise, whatever you have to tell me, it won’t change anything between us.”

Lena chuckled at that, even more aware of what she was trying to say. The desire to tell Kara her other secret was not as strong as her desire to come out. Though she supposed that secret could be revealed in time. Hopefully.

“You might be eating those words in a moment,” she muttered.

Kara cocked her head at that, crinkling her brow in that cute way that Lena liked.

Heaving in a deep breath Lena fortified herself, squeezing Kara’s hands again. “I’m gay.” she said, spewing the words out in one breath. “I didn’t really know for the longest time. I guess I suppressed it before. I mean, I felt different growing up and you know my family isn’t the most welcoming. But being – gay – it just wasn’t even something I thought about or even considered. It wasn’t allowed. But a lot has changed and now when I think about it, it makes so much sense.”

She glanced down again and slammed her eyes shut. They were growing tight behind her eyelids as she took measured breaths.

Suddenly, she felt warm arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her forward gently. Falling into Kara’s embrace was as easy as waking to a morning sunrise. It felt natural and familiar, and she clung on tight as she welcomed the feeling.

“Oh Lena,” Kara said, hugging her as tightly as she could without crushing her. “Thank you for telling me and for feeling safe enough with me to share your truth.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. It took me some time to figure out. I haven’t told anyone else.”

“I’m glad you told me,” Kara said, squeezing her a bit tighter.

She buried her face on Kara’s neck, realizing that she was shaking slightly. She focused on breathing, and the two of them were silent for a few moments, easily settling into the familiarity of one another.

“What are you thinking?” Kara whispered eventually.

Lena sighed, pulling back a step to wipe the wetness from her eyes. “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “I mean I was expecting you to ask questions, but I guess considering who you are and who your friends are, you have been through this before.”

“Do you want me to ask questions?”

“I mean, maybe? I’m not sure exactly. This is just all so new.”

Kara grabbed Lena’s hand again squeezing it reassuringly. “It’s ok to still feel nervous about all of this. I think I understand how you are feeling. You feel like you don’t know who you are anymore. Like you should still feel guilty for feeling this way. That maybe you might be wrong because it took you so long to figure it out. Something like that?”

Staring into Kara’s eyes, Lena nodded faintly, her face heating up at how true Kara’s words were.

“I thought you would think I was lying because I was with James so recently. It’s partly why I ended things with him. It didn’t feel real. Most of my life hasn’t felt real to be honest. I felt like something was wrong with me, almost as if I couldn’t feel things correctly or fully. Love never really made sense to me. Not until…” she trailed off at that, thinking about how she had finally come to this realization.

“How did you know?” Kara asked gently.

She breathed out all in a rush, pursing her lips slightly as she tried to put it all into words.

“Everything changed this last year. I’ve never felt so – so vulnerable with Lex around. You and I were on bad terms, and I was alone for the first time in a long time. I had a lot of time to think about myself. Also, Andrea was back and that brought up a lot of unresolved feelings from our youth. Her betrayal hurt me more than I realized, and I don’t know – it’s just –” she faltered, feeling breathless. “I think I loved her once…”

Her voice was strained, and she tried desperately to swallow down a sob. The pain from Andrea’s betrayal had lessened to a degree but her recent realization brought with it a new ache that she was still working to understand.

“Hey, hey Lena. It’s alright. You are not alone here.”

Lena nodded, closing her eyes and leaning into Kara again, who easily swept her up into another hug.

“Losing someone you love; that’s one of the hardest things to live through. Realizing you love them after it’s too late is even harder.”

“You say that as if you have experience,” Lena murmured into her shoulder.

Kara was silent for a moment. Lena could feel Kara’s fingers playing with the fabric of her blouse, clumsily rolling the cloth back and forth as she tried to stammer out a reply.

Lena pulled back softly, looking into her bright blue eyes. “You really understand then?”

When Kara didn’t reply right away, the gears in Lena’s head started turning, and hope flared in her heart so brightly it almost burned. Kara looked like she was warring with herself in her mind. She had a desperate kind of look on her face, as if she were fighting the urge to say something.

“Kara, how much of this conversation is you empathizing with me versus you relating to me?” she asked hesitantly.

Voice quivering, all Kara could say was “Lena.” And how she said it was like the word alone was the most precious thing imaginable. Something so tender and delicate you must hold it in your hands with the most reverent of touches. Something you cherish with a steadfast duty to protect above all else.

Kara said her name like a prayer.

She said her name as if she were in love.

Their breath seemed to mingle together with how close they had gotten. Lena pushed forward just a bit more until their foreheads were pressed together.

“Please, say something darling.”

Shaking her head slightly, Kara didn’t pull away. “I don’t want to make this about me. You were sharing something so intimate with me and I don’t want to take that away from you.”

“Please, Kara.” Lena said breathily. “Please don’t hide from me. You never need to hide yourself from me ever.”

A silence so long yet so short stretched between them, but Lena couldn’t take her eyes away from the woman before her. No matter how hard she tried, her heart belonged to Kara.

Finally, Kara broke the silence. “Do you think it’s ever too late to remedy our mistakes? Is it ever too late to tell someone that you love them?”

“We’ve both made mistakes. Sometimes you have to let go of the past and meet the future head on. Sometimes it takes losing what you love most to realize the truth.”

“And what’s the truth Lena?”

At the beginning of this night, Lena had only intended to share one of her secrets with her best friend. Now her heart was screaming at her to share her most precious secret. And Lena would be damned if she tried to lie to herself any longer.

“I love you Kara Zor-El. I have always loved you.”

Kara was pulling her in before she had finished speaking. The press of Kara’s lips to hers was everything. Kara kissed her with what felt like all the affection and devotion she could, wrapping Lena in the most gentle of embraces as they deepened their kiss. Soon, the soft press of lips became ardent, more urgent and heated as they melted into one another. Lena clung to Kara as tightly as she could, arms warping around her shoulders and fingers tangling in blonde hair.

Pulling back slightly, noses still touching, Kara paused for a moment, a huge grin spread across her pretty face. “I love you too Lena. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”

Lena pushed forward again, sweeping Kara up into another kiss. Kara’s hands quickly found her waist, squeezing gently as their lips tried to share every bit of devotion words could not. Small whimpers escaped Kara’s mouth and Lena couldn’t help but smile giddily into the kiss.

They clung to each other like that for a while, sharing kisses filled with more emotion than Lena thought possible. And it almost felt as if they were making up for lost time. Time spent draped in resentment and sorrow that they were just now learning how to shake from their hearts. She pressed her hips into Kara’s, leaving no space between them. Hands wandered as both of them explored this new feeling. Soon all Lena could think about was the feeling of Kara against her, the warmth that bloomed in her chest and the heat that started to pool in her belly.

Hesitantly, Lena pulled back, still clinging to Kara as she took a moment to catch her breath. Kara’s eyes were still closed, and Lena giggled at the blissful look on her face. The blonde opened her eyes and grinned, scratching her fingers up Lena’s back where her hands had unwittingly wandered.

“Hi,” she said as goosebumps erupted across her back and shoulders.

Kara smirked lightly, pressing forward once more with a soft kiss. “Hi there,” she said, pulling back enough to rest their foreheads together.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Lena whispered.

“Me too,” Kara admitted. “And I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

Lena’s heart thudded wildly in her chest. Looking down at the organ in question, Kara placed a gentle hand there, feeling the rhythm as it beat loudly. Her touch was solid and steady, and Lena leaned into it. There was no going back. And she honestly didn’t want to.

“I don’t think I could survive without you in my life. I’ve never felt something like this before. You, me, together. It feels real, Kara. I want to try being “us” again. I want to see if we could be more.”

Her feet left the ground as Kara wrapped her arms gently around Lena’s waist. They were hovering off the floor, Kara’s strength more than enough to hold them both aloft. The sun had set below the horizon and the lights from the city twinkled around them in the cool evening breeze. Lena nestled her head into Kara’s neck, breathing in the warm scent that could only belong to the woman she loved.

“Forever,” Kara whispered into her hair. “Until the last star of the last galaxy in the universe fizzles into dust, I will love you forever.”

AO3

[foxena]

Prevent loss in case of save corruption »

Corrupted saves are getting more and more common in this community. My save corrupted just the other day when I tried solving bugs related to For Rent. Thankfully, I had been warned and therefore I lost very little.

So to keep spreading awareness, and possible solutions, here is what I did that helped me save my savefile.

1. Backup everything!

Make sure you keep backups of your savefiles outside of the game—on your desktop, an external drive, or the cloud. If you want to be extra safe, keep it in multiple places and keep multiple versions with notes on what's what. Do NOT rely on the in-game "Recover Save" feature, because if your save is corrupted, chances are the recovered version is too.

2. Don't ignore Last Exception errors

Make sure to have MC Command Center and Better Exceptions installed. These mods will give you more information about in-game errors.

If you get an error, look it up! This is what saved me. The error might be game-breaking, or it might not. There are multiple tools you can use for this. Personally, I asked for help in Deaderpools Discord server. Another option is to use The Sims 4 lastException Assistant.

3. Try to recreate the Last Exception error

If checking the Last Exception error hints at possible corruption or you're not sure what it means—basically if you can’t tell it’s TOTALLY safe—try recreating it.

Step 1: Check if the Last Exception error is mod-related

Remove all mods except MC Command Center and Better Exceptions. Take your latest backup from before the error appeared and place it in your save folder.

Load your backup save and see if the Last Exception error appears. If the error doesn’t show up, this suggests either:

The error is likely mod-related.

Or the original save (not the backup) is corrupted.

If the error does show up on the backup, try using an earlier backup or see if you can trigger the Last Exception error in a new save.

Step 2: Check if the original save (the one with the error) triggers the error without mods

Load the save with the error (not the backup) and try triggering the Last Exception error without mods.

If the error doesn’t show up without mods, it’s likely mod-related.

If the error still appears without mods and doesn’t show up in your backup, assume the original save is corrupted. Stop using that save and switch to your backup to avoid playing in a potentially corrupted save.

Final Thoughts

This is a pretty extreme approach, but it can help if you’re worried about save file corruption and want to avoid losing progress. Keeping multiple backups and regularly watching for exceptions is likely a good way to catch problems early.

Here’s the Last Exception that likely corrupted my game and would have made it unplayable if I’d kept using the save (it slowed my game down drastically):

[manus] business_service failed to handle zone load due to exception (AttributeError: 'NoneType' object has no attribute 'lot_template_id'), CategoryID: persistence_service:685

Tips to Avoid Save File Corruption

Let's end this monologue with a few general tips to avoid corruption altogether—because ideally, we wouldn’t need to use the process I described earlier.

Check Manage Households and delete unneeded NPCs. The game constantly generates new townies, and over time, they clog up your save.

Delete random objects left lying around in the neighborhood. I use the Destroy Object Cheat for this.

Sims’ in-game photographs take up a surprising amount of space. Don't hoard photos! Only keep a few per household.

Large homes with tons of clutter and objects can bog down your game. Delete lots you don't use, or keep them simplistic.

Residential rental lots have a lot of issues. Avoid using them altogether for now, or be very careful and keep a lot of backups.

Use "Save As", instead of "Save", regularly to create a fresh save. Overwriting the same file multiple times can bloat the file and slow down your game.

I hope this helps! If you’ve got any other tips that worked for you, feel free to share!

[drabbletron]

I need to scissor with Rodimus so unbelievably bad it’s not even funny

|| My first time writing anything like this! I’d had the thought before but never did anything with it, so I’m glad someone asked for this. Hopefully it’s not too bad! Enjoy! ||

That’s What Backseats Are For: Rodimus x Reader SMUT

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

When you said you wanted to try something new, he didn't think you meant valve to valve. He's a little disappointed that he didn't think of the idea himself, and with the way your lips slide over his, he wishes he'd thought of this sooner. He can already feel the slick running down the cleft of his ass to smear over the faux leather interior of his back seat. It's a glitch to clean, but so, so, SO worth it to do this. Not to mention the fact that it's you kissing clits with him. He can't wait to daydream about this while he's in those stupid meetings back on the Lost Light. Your face is flushed as you watch him struggle to breathe (although he doesn't really need to) in his holomatter form. His hair is a mess, sweatband askew and practically falling off him as he grips the backseats of his alt for dear life. But it's his eyes, fiery and warm, that really do you in. Rodimus' eyes glitter in the sex haze as he watches you rut into him just the right way to have him whining on the edge of climax. He hasn't a thought behind them at the moment, you're sure. You're probably going to tease him later for the way his pretty mouth hangs open too, just a little drool keeping his lips shiny and supple. "Harder.... please, I need --!" he begs and presses into your motions. He's so cute you can't help obliging. You slide farther down to wedge yourself against his cunt, gripping his leg to keep him locked with you with one arm and pressing against the back door with the other for support. Once you've braced your legs on the seats there's no going back as you press harder into him and grind long and slow over him. You can feel his clit catching on yours as your lips slide against each other and the slick makes it such an intoxicating sensation that you never want to stop.

Every thrust and grind has his engine revving and he’s ever so grateful that the two of you are far from any civilization. The way you’re making him feel is so unreal and he can’t wait to try this back in his hab again after the shore leave. The next time, though, he’ll be the one making you beg, not the other way around. You’re going to look so good splayed out beneath him while he pins you and grinds your little human valve against his. Rodimus' struggles to keep the moaning under control, but you send him a heated look in challenge. "Let 'em hear you, princess!" There’s no one around to hear, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be bullied some. Fragging smart ass. He'll get you later, but right now he's the one getting got. With a smirk and practiced motions slowly do you swivel your hips into his as he in turn moves in opposite motions to maximize the grind. You're as lost as he is while that unbearable heat in your abdomen blooms up your core. Moaning at the sight of him and trying to focus on keeping rhythm you dare not stop for fear of losing momentum. Rodimus on the other hand, while he enjoys the long, drawn-out teetering on the edge, can't take the heat. Already his voice is nothing more than static and his interior is like a sauna, condensation thick on the windows and beading. Too much. Before you can object, he's pushing up and pinning you into the seat, using the back of the driver side headrest and the headrest of the back seat for support. Still, he keeps your thighs locked with his and he humps for all he's worth. Fast and hard and maintaining eye contact with a gasping open mouth. He's beautiful like this. Hair falling to frame his face, eyes lidded over a delicate flush, and lightly shining in sweat. A living wet dream, and it’s all for you. No one else can have him like you do, no one makes him feel this good, this intense, this happy. You come apart with a whisper of his name on your lips, and the moment you cup his face he's climaxing too. Both his and your slick helping to glide you both near over stimulation.

[dubiousanon]

lol naruto realizes he and shikamaru are dating and instead of asking when they started he’s just like le gasp!😨 he’s been such a bad boyfriend! shika’s always doing nice things for him and naruto hasn’t reciprocated!

cue naruto finding ways to return affection in increasingly grand ways by stalking couples, asking shikamaru’s parents and taking notes

meanwhile shikamaru who’s been with naruto as he research stalks random people is obliviously happy just spending time with naruto because clearly naruto is being spontaneous again and he can’t wait to see naruto’s new prank(?) come alive

shikamaru asks naruto if there’s anything he can do to help and naruto’s like yeah! meet me at this time on this day! and they have a whole ass date together

shikamaru has no idea what naruto’s prank was but he got to spend a whole day with naruto doing fun lazy things so he’s not questioning it🥰 (in my head they had a picnic date doing little art crafts on a blanket in a grass field of daisies and dandelions)

I have been meaning to reply to this because UGH, it's so perfect. Anon also made a note in another ask that they were listening to Dandelions by Ruth B while writing this which is simply so, so correct.

Shikamaru being right there but not realizing the entire time that Naruto is doing research on him, that their date is a date, that the notes he's been taking have all been about how to make it perfect. Too lost in the haze of being with Naruto at all, he doesn't even seem to care what it is they're doing, as long as they're doing it together.

Naruto would be so proud of himself, at their perfect date and how happy Shikamaru seemed during it. He figures it must've gone well if it ended with them cuddled up in a field of flowers. He figures that Shikamaru has to know, because why on earth would he ever assume otherwise? He's been with him literally the entire time. Of course he knows.

Meanwhile, Shikamaru wants so, so badly to kiss him. To touch him, to be with him, and yet he holds himself back anyway because somehow, he thinks he's unwelcomed. Literally the smartest person in the village walls, perhaps second only to his own father, and he still manages to be a certified idiot.

I can imagine Naruto lazily weaving together flower crowns to put on Shikamaru's head and on his own and Shikamaru would just be so taken. Naruto would look so ethereal, gold flowers in his just as gold hair. Petals soft against his skin, his grin wide and bright as the sun above them.

He'd keep his flower crown forever. He would dry and preserve it meticulously. And when they finally moved in with one another, I just know it'd have a special place right on the mantle.

[annoyinglilbro]

Little brother finally standing up for himself against big brother's bullying before big brother uses his cock to put him in his place

I blacked out and now I gotta add warnings up

Fauxcest obviously, noncon I guesss, slight violence

His big brother has been pushing around him too much. He steals the remote out of his hands, turns off his games, shoves him around whenever they’re in the hallway. And he’s tired of it! Just because he’s smaller doesn’t mean he’s a punching bag for this jerk!

This time his brother bumps into him he doesn’t bite his tongue.

“Watch where you’re going, dickhead!”

His brother stills on his heels, turning to look down at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“What?” He asks sharply, giving him the chance to take it back, to apologize.

Little brother clenches his fists at his sides and stands tall, or as tall as he’s able to.

“I said watch where you’re going, d-dickhead.” He tries to hide the stutter in his voice but he knows his brother heard it.

It’s fast, being slammed into the wall and his brother leering down at him, hand roughly grasping his face and squeezing tightly. He whines and squirms against the aggressive hold, trying to knock himself free but there’s a hand curled in his shirt and he’s stuck.

“Say it again. I fucking dare you. Say it again.” His face is so close, noses touching together. He cracks a smile when his little brother falls silent. Dropping him back to his feet and soothing out his shirt. “Yeah, see? I thought I misheard you.”

His little brother grits his teeth, bringing his curled fist up to whack his brother in the side of the face. It’s enough to daze him, enough to shock him into giving his brother time to run to his room. He’s holding the door shut and trying to lock it but his brother is faster, stronger, bigger. He’s shoved backwards easily, scrambling up on his bed and eyes darting around the room looking for an escape.

His brother wipes the little stream of blood away from his lip with his thumb and laughs.

“You hit like a fucking bitch. Pussy. C’mere!” He’s grabbing him the ankle and dragging him down on the bed, climbing on and pinning him under his own weight. “Did you really think that was gonna work? Huh? Stupid slut.”

He’s tying his belt around his little brothers wrists, pulling the leather tight and making him cry. His big brother is sitting on his chest now, cock out and hard, pressing against his lips. He turns his face away, trying to avoid it.

“Come on, little bro. You’re sorry right? Show me how fucking sorry you are. Show me you remember your place.” Hands tangle in his hair and fingers pinch his nose, it isn’t long before he gasping for breath and getting his throat filled with cock.

The stretch aches in his jaw, burns in his throat that’s constricting against the intrusion. Not used to having this thick inside. He struggles to breath through it and he can feel the spit pooling out of his mouth. Wet slapping and rough gagging fill the room as his brother fucks his face, moaning and calling him names as he does. The belt around his wrists hurts, digging into skin and the more he struggles the more it feels like he’s going break his wrists instead.

“Fuckin made for this, ain’t ya? Pretty little cock sucker. Oh I know I know, I’ve been so mean to you lately haven’t I? Poor fucking baby.” His voice is mean, taunting and condescending and his thrusts are brutal and feel like there’s no end.

He thinks he might pass out choking on his brothers cock. But then he pulls out, keeps one hand tangled in his hair and the other pumps his spit covered cock until he’s cumming all over his face. It’s in his hair, his eyes, on his lips. It’s salty on his tongue and his lip wobbles at the rough treatment. His brother just snorts, laughing at him. Laughs like he lost a game of wrestling and not likes he’s smearing his own spend all over his little brothers face. It’s sticky and warm and he feels gross, his throat hurts.

“Next time you wanna give me lip, remember this is what happens to boys with smart mouths.”

He undoes his brothers hands, not bothering to help him wipe away the white on his face. He tucks his cock back in his pants and leaves his brother on the bed, more angry than he was before. His big brother isn’t invincible, he’s sure there’s something that’ll get him. He just has to figure out his brothers weak spot.

[sissysashadevi]

I just got fucked like a woman (lost sissy virginity to BBC)

i’ll be posting the video later but last night I found out what it’s really like to be fucked like a woman, I lost my sissy virginity to massive big black cock. I actually linked up with him on Grindr and he was impressed by my photos so I was gonna host him during the day today, but I actually ran into another CD couple on the other side of my town and they wanted to meet up and do some plays as well. So, what I did is I picked up my friend, the one with the big black cock. And then we went over to the couples house. There we smoked ample amounts of methamphetamines, but the thing that was the kicker was deep crack. I tried crack for the first time and let me tell you it makes you into a cock gobbling monster. I just need a cock in my ass in my throat in my hands. It was fucking amazing although I wouldn’t suggest the normal person do it. I didn’t really have the compulsion to keep doing it after I left, but I could see how it could be addicting. But anyway, we filmed the whole scene and I mean like he fucked me missionary style by my big black cock, friend it was it was amazing and I realized like a lot of times I was putting my legs up, straining them to be off, trying to be wider and everything like that. But the thing about being a girl is that you just accept it you don’t you don’t put anything you just accept that. This is fucking you right now and once I just let go of all the tension while I was being missionary, it was honestly one of the best feelings in the world, knowing that this hard is fucking getting gratification through my pussy and then he went in and he fucking came all of his babies in my pussy and goddamnit. It just feels so fucking good. I even have some dripping out of my ass still right now it’s only ago overall, 10 out of 10, lots of drugs lots of sex, people are understanding, and by the way, I looked hot as fuck and like I said, I’ll try to post some videos and photos later of everything that transpired because it was fucking hot. Like I mean, I even jacked off the video of me getting fucked on my way home and I came. There’s a lot of my new details here in there that I didn’t cover. Look for example I got to sub two cocks at the same time and have them slap in my face like a real cock slut just like how they have it in hypnosis it was fucking amazing and I love that feeling and I don’t wanna let it go because I just love that. Both of these cops were hard because of my mouth is my body and that’s what being a all about that power that you have over it’s like you don’t even need a cock anymore because you have so much power over cock. That’s the best way I could describe what it’s like to be fucked like a woman but anyway it was a very good experience and I highly recommend recommended to anybody.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Firefighter: chapter 5

note: one year later… (a thank you to @neonhairspray for, I think it was you at least, sparking the idea of the stripper pole, and a thank you to @foxyanon for the song idea).

previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - Valentine's HCs

warnings: 18+!! suggestive/smut. Some angst at the beginning.

pairing: firefighter!Sihtric x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

summary: you and your flaming hot firefighter needed some alone time.

word count: 4,6k

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Your fun Halloween night had turned dark abruptly, when your firefighter boyfriend had to sober up instantly after receiving an emergency call in the middle of the night. Sihtric had ordered you to stay home before he left in a rush, to Beocca and Thyra's home, as the building had unfortunately caught fire.

You struggled to stay put, desperately wanting to jump in your car and drive after Sihtric, as being alone with your thoughts was almost unbearable that night. Thyra was your friend too, and even more than that; you considered her family. Just like everyone who had ties to the firemen who worked with Sihtric considered each other all as family. You were worried about Thyra, knowing she had left the Halloween party early as you had seen her in passing, when you and Sihtric were on your way to get it on in the showers. You didn't know if Thyra was the one who had made the call, meaning she would most likely be safe. Or if she was trapped inside the property, and the fire was called in by an alarming neighbour or perhaps by Beocca himself. 

Your thoughts spiralled further and further, and not just about Thyra, because obviously you were concerned about Sihtric's safety too. And not just your mind was racing, all the ladies whose boyfriends and husbands were called up that night were concerned, and you all stayed in touch through texts and brief calls. No one could get a hold of Thyra, which concerned everyone even more, but the other ladies were quick to get a grip on themselves before you were able to. They had been living the life of a firefighter's other half much longer than you had, so they did what they could to try and keep you calm. They reminded you that Sihtric would never take any unnecessary risks, and that surely he would be fine doing his job, even if it was a daunting task because of how personal it was.

You knew they were right, and in the end all you could do was wait for Sihtric to come home to you. Because only then you would be able to feel truly at ease and calm; when his strong arms would be wrapped safely around you again.

After sitting in his car for at least twenty minutes while parked in the driveway, Sihtric finally managed to drag himself up to the front door, where he struggled to get the key in the door. His arms felt heavy and his hands trembled from exhaustion, after the adrenaline of the night had worn off completely. He had showered at the station already and changed clothes, but he could still smell the lingering scent of smoke and ashes around him. 

It had been such a rollercoaster, from having a fun party to making love with you while wearing Halloween outfits, to eventually having to report that the house of people who he loved dearly was completely lost. He hadn't even had a second to process everything that had happened so far.

Sihtric had been on autopilot the whole drive back, not quite remembering how he had ended up back home again and not even really realising he was there, until he heard the front door fall shut behind him. His tired and mismatched eyes scanned the living room he loved stepping into after a long day, yet this time he felt empty as he didn't see you there. But a soft smile then tugged at his lips, when your two beloved cats Dog and Thor, one black and one white, ran up to him with a loud and excited meowing.

You had somehow found your way upstairs and into bed at some point during the stressful night, and you had fallen asleep for a few short hours. You only woke up with a slight scare when you heard the door slam shut downstairs, but you calmed down when the sound that followed was the recognisable stomping of Sihtric's heavy safety boots, as he walked over to the couch. You heard the cats meow faintly and couldn't help but smile as you grabbed your robe and made haste down the stairs. You froze as soon as you saw Sihtric sitting quietly on the couch, staring down at his feet while he mindlessly ran his fingers through the soft fur of the two cats who were purring happily in his lap.

'Thyra?' you asked, barely louder than a whisper as to not startle him, and you held your breath while awaiting his answer.

Sihtric swallowed hard as he kept silent for a few long seconds, which made your stomach turn. But he then suddenly let out a sharp exhale of relief and nodded as he finally looked up at you.

'Thyra is safe,' he said, his voice sounding as exhausted as he looked, 'the house is lost, but everyone is okay.'

'Oh, thank god,' you said, relieved.

You wasted no time running up to your firefighter when Sihtric opened his arms to you, inviting you to hold him as he desperately needed to hold you after the night he had. He gently ushered the cats to leave his lap, making space for you, and you wrapped your arms around each other as you straddled him.

'And you?' you asked and ran your hand through his short hair, 'are you okay, love?'

'I am now,' Sihtric whispered and leaned into your touch, almost as if he had taken over a cat's mannerism, 'I am now,' he said again, then squeezed you in his arms, 'I love you.'

'And I love you,' you whispered and kissed his lips.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

'I will be okay,' you said, your smile fragile but genuine, 'I will be okay as long as you come home to me.'

'I'm sorry the night ended like this,' he whispered, his forehead leaning against yours, 'something messed up just always happens during these days.'

'Maybe you were right,' you whispered, 'maybe bad things always happen during this time of the year, but you'll never have to go through them alone again, I promise.'

Weeks had passed since the eventful Halloween night and, after everyone had come to terms with the disaster that had luckily claimed no casualties, life was seemingly returning back to normal again. 

You and Sihtric celebrated the holidays together. He took you out for a fancy dinner during Christmas, and back home again you both enjoyed a few drinks, a couple too many perhaps. Sihtric's goodhearted attempt to treat you to a steamy striptease that night went south, as you both were too drunk. He struggled to unzip his firefighter jacket, and when he gave up on that, you lost your balance and tripped as you wanted to help him take off his cargo jeans. And so you ended up on the floor together, laughing, and then making out until you both fell asleep on the kitchen floor, only to be woken up by two concerned cats the next morning as they meowed in your ears.

You celebrated New Year's Eve at Uhtred's place with your firefighter family, another evening where you and your smoking hot boyfriend enjoyed each other thoroughly, for the most part. You partied all night and kissed at midnight, as the fireworks went off, and a few shots later you were dragging Sihtric up the stairs with you to one of the bedrooms in Uhtred's house. But just when you were about to enjoy the very first sexual act of the new year, Uhtred's dog barged into the room and jumped on the bed, interrupting while Sihtric was about to pull down your panties and bury his head between your thighs. You both laughed it off and decided to get down to business when you'd be back home again. But once you both enjoyed the comfort of your own bed that night, you dozed off rather fast while Dog, Sihtric's black cat, was purring in between the two of you. And when Sihtric wanted to make a move in the early morning, waking you up slowly by lightly caressing your sweet spot with his fingers, he was called into work because some cars in the city had caught fire due to fireworks.

The year started off rather calmly after that first night, with only a few emergency calls for Sihtric to answer throughout the weeks that followed. He managed to take some time off during Valentine's day, and he had surprised you by taking you to Disneyland in Paris, where he eventually proposed to you. It had been the trip of a lifetime, but now that the engagement anniversary was approaching, almost one year later, you suddenly realised that it had also been the only trip you had taken together in all this time of being together. Life had just been in the way as time went on after that one trip, and you hoped for another romantic surprise this upcoming Valentine's day. But Sihtric had another firefighter training to attend which lasted a few days. That meant he was working long days and nights, and so you barely got to see each other as you worked your own job too during Valentine's week.

Sihtric came home late during the training days, completely exhausted and worn out, and soon you realised that your sex life had taken a rather bad turn since the holidays. Whether you were interrupted, too tired or too drunk, the last time you had been truly intimate with each other was months ago, and it didn't feel right.

It wasn't that you weren't attracted to each other anymore, not at all. Sihtric still set your entire body ablaze whenever you saw him. It didn't matter if he was dressed in his dirty uniform after work, or if he was all cleaned up and walking shirtless around the house, showing off those abs and almost ridiculous biceps of his, your desire for him was always there. And you knew Sihtric still desired you all the same too, never being able to keep his hands or eyes off of you when he was near you, but he was just so tired lately and not up for anything. And it became clear that he simply needed a break from work when you were in bed one evening, after his intense training had finally come to an end, one day before Valentine's day.

You ran your fingers slowly through his hair while he faced you, his eyes were closed but you knew he wasn't sleeping yet, as he responded to your touch with a faint smile and soft hums.

'When was the last time you took a break from work?' you asked.

'I don't know, darling,' Sihtric murmured sleepily, 'I don't really take breaks, I guess.'

'I'm starting to find out,' you said, 'ever since we met you've been constantly working. Except for when you took me to Paris, but that's-'

'One year ago,' Sihtric said and opened his eyes, 'shit,' he mumbled and sighed, then rubbed his hands over his face. 'I'm sorry, baby,' he whispered and wrapped his arms around you, 'I had no idea a year had gone by already. I'm sorry.'

'It's one year tomorrow,' you said, your face buried in his bare chest, 'I know we've both been working a lot, but I just… I don't know how it happened.'

'How what happened?'

'How we both completely lost track of time as our lives went on,' you said, 'you haven't had a break from work in a year, and we haven't had a nice little getaway in a year either. It's affecting us, Siht. Is it not? We've barely been intimate lately, for all kinds of reasons, and I just think we need a break from our daily life and have some time for just the two of us again.'

'You're right,' Sihtric whispered, 'I know things have been different between us, but that is because I've just been tired. It won't always be like this.'

'But it will be if you continue to work the way you do.'

'Maybe,' he said softly, 'I don't know, darling.'

'I do,' you said and looked up at him, 'I know you love your job, honey, but it's a heavy one. Heavy for the both of us, actually. And you need a break. We both need a break.'

Sihtric agreed after some contemplating, and he promised he'd do whatever it took in order to get the weekend off work, just in time to celebrate a belated Valentine's day and engagement anniversary.

You woke up early Saturday morning, the day after Valentine's day, and you found yourself alone in bed. No Sihtric and no cats were to be found in the bedroom, just you. You rubbed your eyes as you fully woke up, and then heard some cat hissing and stumbling noises coming from downstairs, followed by Sihtric's muffled but still firm voice.

'I swear I will return you to the shelter you came from!' you heard him hiss.

You chuckled as you got dressed in your robe, figuring that Thor, your beloved white cat and gift from your fiancé after he had accidentally killed your previous cat, Mister Meow Meow, was probably up to no good again. You quietly made your way down the stairs and found Sihtric in the living room, which was decorated with several heart shaped balloons that floated up in the air, except for one. One balloon was clawed to shreds by the menace of your cat, and Sihtric was in the middle of dragging the beast away from the decorations to avoid further damage. The remaining balloons were attached to a large vase on the coffee table, which was filled with dozens of red roses, and you couldn't help but get a little teary eyed at the sight of it.

'You weren't supposed to be awake already,' Sihtric sighed with an embarrassed smile when he saw you, 'Thor went for the balloons, and I wasn't done fixing it up yet.'

'I heard,' you laughed, 'and don't worry, I love it anyway, it's perfect.'

'I am glad,' he smiled and took your hands.

Sihtric pulled you close and captured you in a soft kiss, with his arms wrapped tightly around you. He apologised for being so busy that he had more or less forgotten to buy you a decent gift, so all he had to show you today were the flowers and a few boxes of your favourite candy. You told him you were the happiest girl regardless, but he made sure to really make you feel like you were the happiest girl in the world when he told you he had booked a cabin somewhere remote for the weekend, at the very last minute. He had already packed the bags and prepared the car, and he had asked some of his firefighter friends to look after the cats and the house, and the dozens of roses too. 

In the car you told him you didn't really have a gift for him in return, as you had been busy too and it was hard to find a suitable gift for him, but Sihtric told you not to worry about it.

'You're my gift, darling,' he said with a smirk, and he kissed the back of your hand as he speeded over the highway.

You arrived at your destination early in the afternoon, and Sihtric hadn't lied when he said that the place was remote, with the wooden cabin being tucked away far in a deep forest, entirely removed from civilization. The place was cosy looking from the outside, but once inside you realised this was not a family friendly rental. There was a prepared jacuzzi in the middle of the cabin, in the back of the cabin was an open kitchen with a dining table, and a small living room space next to it with a sofa and a tv. On your left there was a large bed which overlooked the entire place, and in the open space between the jacuzzi and the bed was a… stripper pole.

'Sihtric?' you snorted as you looked at the stripper pole, 'what the hell is that?'

'I booked this place for the jacuzzi,' Sihtric shrugged and placed the bags on the floor, 'but if you want to use that pole, I won't stop you.'

'You better wipe that grin off your face, handsome,' you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, 'because you are the one who still owes me a striptease.'

'Only on Mondays,' he smiled and pecked your lips.

'Then we'll pretend today is a Monday,' you giggled and unzipped his leather jacket.

Sihtric wasn't going to argue with that, as he wanted and desperately needed a flaming hot evening with you again after all this time, so he allowed you to lead him to the bed without even checking out the bathroom or garden first. You took his hand and attempted to pull him onto the bed with you, but he stopped you when you laid down already.

'Wait,' he smiled and kissed you, 'we need some music, don't we?'

'Do we now?' you asked with a cheeky smile.

'If you want me to strip for you,' Sihtric chuckled and connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker he had brought, 'then yes, we need music.'

He then closed the black curtains and switched on the dimly red ceiling light, while the rest of the all black ceiling had small white led lights scattered across it, looking like a clear starry night sky. You sat back on the bed and watched him grab an unopened bottle of water and a chair from the dining table, which he dragged towards the bed and placed in front of you. He sat down on the chair, fully dressed; wearing his signature black cargo jeans with black leather boots underneath, a white shirt that hugged his figure, with a black hoodie over it which was unzipped, and the finishing touch was his leather jacket, which you had already unzipped. He wore his bronze hammer pendant around his neck and one small silver hoop earring, as usual, from which a small cross dangled.

Sihtric smirked at you, his eyes highlighted with a faint hint of black eyeliner, and he then threw his phone on the bed as the music started to play.

Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey, hey…

Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me blasted through the darkened room, and Sihtric got up from his chair. He placed one foot on the seat as he towered over you, and he took your hands. He guided your hands up his torso and under his leather jacket, and he then allowed the jacket to slowly slide off his shoulders and down his arms, while your hands were still placed on his muscular chest. You couldn't hide a giggle when you looked up at Sihtric, who smiled slyly and winked at you as he threw his jacket on the floor.

He then stripped himself off his zipped hoodie, taking his time to tease you by slowly revealing his toned biceps as he swayed his hips lightly to the beat of the music, which made your head spin all the more. His body was impressive, even with most still hidden under his clothes. And despite knowing exactly what he looked like without clothes, you still squirmed on the bed with anticipation while he stripped for you.

Sihtric then reached for your hands again and slid them under his white shirt. You blushed heavily at the warm feeling of his perfectly muscular body underneath your hands, all while he continued to roll his hips seductively to the beat, right in front of you.

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up…

Sihtric stepped back and grabbed the water bottle from the floor. He opened it and leaned back slightly as he faced you, so you had a good view when he took a sip, before he suddenly poured the cool liquid down his head. You laughed and nearly squealed as you watched it happen, you already knew Sihtric was a fun guy, but he seemed to be really giving you his all this time. He soaked his short hair completely, and the water ran down his face, to his neck and all over his white shirt, which became drenched and see through within seconds.

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah…

Your jaw dropped at the sight of your smoking hot firefighter fiancé, who now had water dripping down his perfect face, and a white wet shirt sticking to his perfect body. You were stunned and speechless, but most of all you were aroused, and your wide eyes betrayed that. You watched how Sihtric teasingly ran his hands through his wet hair as he looked at you with his own dark and mischievous eyes, slowly licking his lips while he then moved his tattooed fingers without hurrying down his see through shirt. He slowly took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He stepped closer, sliding his hand up the back of your neck and into your hair as he faced you, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and brought your lips to his bare torso, guiding you as you kissed and licked the water droplets off his body. 

'This is yours, darling,' Sihtric breathed, 'I'm all yours,' he took your chin, directing your eyes to his, 'tell me I'm all yours.'

'You're all mine,' you said with a light gasp and a dazed smile.

'That's right,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'God, you're perfect,' he whispered as he held your chin gently, 'now say that back to me, baby. Tell me you are perfect.'

'I- I'm perfect,' you whispered, shyly but willing to do anything for him.

'Damn right you are,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'you're perfect, and hotter than a goddamn fire on a summer day.'

You giggled softly as he kissed both your hands, and he then stepped back to place one foot on the chair again. He told you to untie the laces of his leather booth, and you struggled to focus while he grinded his crotch nearly against your face in a teasing manner as you tried to do what he had told you. The same was repeated when you untied his other booth, and he then kicked his shoes off before he picked you up in his arms. He kissed you as he carried you over to the stripper pole, holding you easily with one arm while he dragged the chair with him, and he sat you down in front of the pole. He smiled and winked at you again as he took a step back, and you then watched him grab the pole, only to watch him make a quick spin around it before he pulled himself up and climbed up the pole. You gaped at his flexing muscles as he slowly allowed his body to slide down again, until his feet touched the ground, and he rolled his hips seductively as he lowered himself down to his knees while still holding the pole.

Sihtric then leaned back against the pole, taking your hands and bringing them up to help unbutton his jeans. He slowly lowered his cargos, revealing his black Boss underwear little by little while he kept his eyes on you. You didn't know where to look; at his toned chest, at his perfectly shaped V-line as it was right in front of you, or at his muscular thighs which were revealed painstakingly slow by him while he continued to dance for you. 

He saw the need and lust in your eyes, and he smiled when he finally kicked off his jeans and got rid of his black socks too.

'You want me?' Sihtric chuckled darkly as he leaned in, dragging his lips over your neck as he kissed you, 'hm?'

'I do,' you almost whined, 'god, I do, you know I do.'

'I know,' he murmured against your lips and kissed you, then picked you up in his arms again, 'and you know I like it when you get so needy for me, so fired up for me,' he chuckled softly again.

You smiled as you looked down into his eyes, and you ran your fingers through his wet hair as you crashed into an eager kiss while he carried you to the pre-heated jacuzzi.

'Wait,' you suddenly gasped, 'Sihtric, wait! No-'

But before you could tell him off, you already found yourself fully dressed and in the warm water with him.

'Damnit! Sihtric!' you laughed, 'why?!'

'You looked a little hot there,' Sihtric laughed and pulled you close so he could kiss you again, 'figured I had to put out that fire in time, you know?' he grinned.

'You and your bad jokes,' you smiled and kissed him.

You allowed Sihtric to take your soaked clothes off too, to eventually have a steamy make out session in that jacuzzi, before you landed in bed with your hot fiancé and enjoyed several climaxes in the hours that followed.

When you both woke up the next morning you fully realised the mess you had made the night before. With used towels, lube stained sheets, and still damp clothes scattered all through the room, along with a variety of sex toys that were on full display as they were left next to the bed. You smiled sheepishly at each other and cleaned up everything before enjoying some breakfast together.

'Let us promise that we won't wait another year to take some time off work and have a little getaway again,' Sihtric said as he had his coffee, his short hair messy and his eyes tired but full of life and love.

'I agree,' you smiled, 'and I'm glad you're having a good time too, away from work.'

'Are you kidding me?' Sihtric chuckled and leaned back in his chair, eyeing you up and down for a second, 'the things you did last night?' He scratched his goatee and fought a grin, 'I'd quit my job if that meant I'd be getting that treatment every night.'

You smirked, remembering how you had made him groan and grunt heavily for a good hour, when you had him with his hands tied to the bed frame and completely naked. 'You wouldn't survive that every night,' you said.

'Oh yeah?' he leaned in, 'why don't you try me?'

'Only if you strip for me every night,' you shrugged.

'That's not fair,' Sihtric pouted and crossed his arms, 'do you know how much effort that requires?'

'Oh, like bouncing and choking on that cock of yours doesn't require effort?' you raised your brow, 'or that boobjob, or trying to stay up on my wobbly legs while you take me from behind and in front of a mirror after two orgasms already is not requiring any effort from my side?'

'Well,' he cleared his throat and shrugged, not having an answer back to that as his thoughts took him back to the night before again.

'Well?' you laughed, 'what about it?'

'Nothing,' Sihtric mumbled and sipped his coffee, then cleared his throat again as he felt his cheeks reddened, 'anyway, what's next for us then, sweetheart?'

'I don't know, babe,' you shrugged, 'plan a wedding?'

'When do you want to get married?'

'When do you want to get married?'

'Oh, I don't know,' Sihtric smiled, 'maybe next Valentine's day?'

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