#im like debating whether or not i wanna put tags on this

[kruinka]

dont ask any questions.

this crack was birthed by WINDSHIELDWIPER, @earthtooz, @aanobrain and inspired by @mcdonaldsnumberone's patissier kaiser fic

sorry for the tag if u want it to be removed pls let me know

[mariatesstruther]

okay im just gonna post this and not tag tlou as to not contribute to publicizing tlou. because of @hypnotisedfireflies im thinking abt maria and tommy. im thinking im thinking im thinking IM THINKING

im thinking about maria and tommy having an argument late at night, maybe in their early days after a bootycall gone wrong. maria is huffing and puffing and reading this man to filth for some stupid shit he said or did or didn’t say or didn’t do. she’s putting her mountain of clothes back on as she argues with him, raising her voice when it threatens to waver. there are tears welling up right behind her eyes, so she doesn’t look back at him as she tells him to fuck off and stomps herself into her boots. she grabs the door handle, ready to rip it open so hard tommy’s sturdy work on it somehow gets fucked, but then—

“Maria, hold on—,”

“Hold on for what?”

“Would you just let me—,”

“No! I don’t want to let you do anything! Honestly, Tommy, I don’t want to hear you try to explain, or take shit back, or say shit to me—,”

“Well good!” he snaps finally, and his exasperation, his tone, makes her turn right around to blink at him. He’s never used that tone with her. “I don’t wanna fuckin’ say shit to you right now! But it’s two in the goddamn mornin’, sweetheart, so if you��re really stormin’ outta here, I’m walking’ you. Just wait.”

and god help her, she actually does—albeit, she spends a good seconds debating whether or not to deck tommy for calling her sweetheart while she’s mad. her hand stays on the doorknob he puts on his two layers of clothes and laces up his winter boots. she is reminded of her hate for wyoming winters.

they walk home in cold, bitter silence—but still, they choose to hold hands.

edit: also a gift and shoutout to @bumblepony who i really miss bad and keeps the tommy/maria ship afloat like no other as well

[evanescentsun]

tch. I hate the 30 limit tag… so just adding everything here LMAO… I was hoping I would be able to say everything I wanted within it. but eh. I was cLOSE THOUGH….! then I remembered I forgot to add the character tags LOL.

#my girl shiemi bday was like the next day and I KNEW I had to do something be damned

#and in perfect world I would be able to spend as much as I wanted on this and do it more idk what the word is

#structured I guess?

#fresh from the new chapter I had rinshi in my mind so I had to add it somewhere

#and obvs I knew from get go im going to have izushie in it….

#and I wanted to add more characters

#and honestly yukio was the next person in mind…

#I wondered what he’d do. and I really liked the idea of him just smiling I debated on whether he’d be in the hug and it was very close but

#couldn’t think of way without overloading or changing what I had and I cba to do that and from there honestly

#i knew that I would have the cram kids and had to add them in….!

#ryuuji was the last person for me to add n think of what he’d be doing and I like how it came out….

#I knew I wanted nee and Kuro and lol kuro was supposed to be on top of shiemi’s head but I forgot while doing it and wasn’t going to add hi

#in anymore but I felt like it needed it towards the end and added him on izumos side to balance Rin’s tail

#which I didn’t also plan and was like would be fun… and I did love that detail….!

#I do think it’s super funny how Kuro was on side of koneko n izumo… both such cat lovers… I was thinking while drawing Kuro on her back wow

#izumo would be so happy with that. I did want to add paku n shiemis mom n grandma…! but too much work same itb the confetti thing LMAO

#I didn’t know how it looked tbh and I couldn’t be bothered to look up refs and draw it properly but I do adore how when drawing the confett

#scribbles the idea of banner and later nee holding it came to me and I loved that…. so cute….

#ryuuji was honestly gonna be just holding some presents too but I felt like it was too redundant and while moving stuff around… it didn’t

#really work anyways so I gave him a random pot LMAO anyways while making this and thinking of briefly what character would do what. man. I

#wanna write a compinating small piece now….. it seems this happens a lot LOL it happened with that fun lil sketch I did for an idea… and no

#I have an au planned and an au of that au.. also mentality into the piece was me just scribbling stuff no actual finalising stuff… and I

#really liked that? Yeah in the middle I was like wow this sucks and I hate it and I did put more time into it than I expected mostly becaus

#of the adjusting LOL and I had that mentality of quick in and go for this art cuz my hand wasn’t doing well and I wanted to create somethin

#for shiemi anyways. it worked well!!! I started to love when I came back for the last session of adding stuff and finishing it… and it was

#SO nice seeing it come together!!! I love it!!!! also I forgot what I was gonna say……

#first time drawing a cat really n was kinda worried but I just went in and it came out alright… I didn’t like it as I was drawing it but

#finished Kuro is so cute I love it… and I was struggling with Yukio but after fresh eyes I really do like it…..! I love him<3

#but it might just be recency bias LOL

#doing the most on first day and then working on it this morning and then later really did help I think with the fresh eyes

#overall I really like the composition the best.. it makes me happy that it came out overall nice together

[viridian-rat]

hey gang! i wasn’t kidding about that 50 sub special :3 but uhhhh I’m kinda indecisive so im leaving it up to u guys on this one!

[OOC info under the cut]

okay so! not much to say here but i wanna elaborate on the options in case u wanna make a more informed decision!

QnA

Rat would be hosting an in-character QnA where she’d be answering questions from her point of view. This means that she may not know some answers or be a bit of an unreliable narrator here. I might provide OOC answers in tags, but there’s no guarantee. If there are OOC questions directed towards me, the mun, then I reserve the right to ignore it, as this is primarily an in-character QnA. However, if I do really wanna talk about a questioned directed towards me OOC, then I might step in to answer it.

Robin and Bugs

I’m debating whether or not this means that Robin and Bugs get access to the blog for a limited time OR if this means they get unlimited access. Right now I’m leaning more towards limited time access (like probably a week) just because Rat doesn’t seem the type to share passwords even with trusted friends. However, if enough people really want Robin and Bugs to be a constant presense that they can interact with whenever they want (as opposed to their presence and interactivity being a rare occasion), I might let them stick around.

Battle Video

This option refers to the video that Rat had her friends record of the battle between her and her rival on Monday, July 15th. She decided not to post it because she, as she put it, “got her butt kicked”. In-character, she would not want this video to get out because she thinks it’s embarrassing. However, OOC it would be really funny. So to compromise, she kinda just reluctantly put this as an option.

Unlike the previous two, this option would require a bit of time because I’d have to either write or draw out the battle taking place. Haven’t decided which just yet.

Something Else

Pretty straightforward. Don’t like the other options/think you have a better idea? Let me know!

[abbywritesstuff]

Could I request a Neji (from Naruto) fluffy (little ANGSTY if you want). My idea was that the reader has this huge crush on Neji and would LITTERALLY do anything for him, but he is so rude to her and one day she just kinda breaks down in front of him and asks why he hates her when all she ever does is try to please him? Then it ends in some cute fluffy stuff?? Ignore if you wanna lol don't feel pressured to do this!

❒ break down

a/n : i love this prompt so much wtf i was so excited to write this 😩‼️im not too proud of the results tho im also experimenting with new fic formats so my posts are gonna look weird for a hot sec im also so fucking sorry this took me 7 years to write 💀.

tags/cw : kinda fluffy at the end, neji being an asshole, cursing and this not being proofread <3

pairing : neji x reader

you had the biggest crush on neji

everyone knew

it was obvious. even neji knew you liked him.

before he left for a mission, you were always there at the gates to tell him “good luck” and brought him small presents

every single time he tells you “thanks but you can keep it. i don’t need your pathetic gifts.”

you’ve never given up though, and you didn’t plan to.

but today was different.

team 3 was coming back from a failed mission. you didn’t know too much about it though.

you watched as they said their goodbyes, heading in opposite directions

you stopped neji and said, “hey neji, can i talk to you for a sec?” he looked hesitant for a second, then nodded.

the hyuga looked more tense than usual, but you thought nothing of it. he was probably just tired from his mission, right?

“so..how was your mission? was it easy? i bet it was!” you beamed. “how the mission went is none of your business, y/n. now what do you want?” he sighed “someone’s a little grumpy today” you teased. he just glared at you in return.

“so..uhm, how come you’ve never accepted any of the gifts i’ve gave you? do you not like them or-” neji cut you off. “-i never asked for your childish gifts in the first place. i don’t have to accept something i don’t want or need.”

his words stung. “but i’ve tried to be really nice to you and i take time out of my day to make presents for you..” you began to trail off

“again, i never asked you to be nice, or to make me your pitiful gifts. grow up already, y/n. this is getting annoying.” he spat

your throat began to feel hot and tight and your eyes began to sting, tears building up on your lashes. you lowered your head so neji couldn’t see your face. you thought it would just add to your embarrassment.

as neji walked away, he mentally hit himself. ‘why did i say all of that? i didn’t even mean it’ he thought. then he heard sniffling. he stopped for a second, internally debating whether he should go and comfort your or keep walking.

he turned around and saw you crying. “...y/n..i would like to apologi-“ “-no, neji. don’t even finish that sentence. why do you hate me? all i ever do is try to please you, and in return you treat me like shit. i’m sorry for annoying you, but it doesn’t matter if you like me back or not. that gives you no right to constantly call me ‘childish’ or ‘pathetic’. you constantly put me down when i’m simply just being a decent human being, and trying to win your affection.”

he was shocked. he never meant to make you feel like that. he wasn’t sure what his intentions were in the first place. all he knew was that he loved you. and it scared him.

now you were the one walking away. neji quickly grabbed your wrist. “let go of me.” you said meekly.

he sighed and said “y/n please, listen.” you said nothing.

“i never meant to make you feel like that. i’m sorry, it was wrong of me, and i don’t expect you to forgive me right away. but please know that you don’t annoy me, at all. it’s quite the opposite, actually.” he muttered the last part lol

“stop messing around neji. you literally just said ‘i was annoying’, and that ‘i should grow up.’” you frowned.

“i know, and believe me when i say i didn’t mean any of it. the truth is, i’m actually quite fond of you.” neji huffed out. he let go of your wrist

“...are you confessing to me?”

“if thats what you want to call it, yes.”

“that was a terrible love confession, but ill take it. i can’t just forgive you right away though, what you said really hurt.”

“then let me make it up to you. give me a chance?”

“of course.”

please do not copy my work, or repost it anywhere (re-blogs are alr <3.)

[thebillyhargrove]

I can’t believe there’s lucky people out here knowing muns main account, colour me jealous they get Billy AND mun content

- (admin of @mad-max86 )

ooc: honestly i barely use my main anymore since im always busy on this one 😭 i wish post limit didn't apply to all your blogs if you hit it on one, otherwise i'd go fuck around on there for awhile. but that blog is mostly me reblogging steve gifsets/photos and being an absolute maniac in the tags. some writing fanfic/headcanons. posting/reblogging video game stuff and sometimes movies and tv shows. nothing super interesting. ive also done a face reveal on there. i've debated whether i should keep my main a secret or just put my @ in billy's pinned, but i felt like it kind of shattered the illusion so i keep deciding against it. ive gone ooc a LOT on this blog (especially today ugh im so sorry yall) so i've been considering it again but i still feel like i'll be... ruining the magic?? if i do 😭 like, yall wont see billy as billy on here anymore, you'll see him as me, ya know? and i dont want that :( idk y'all let me know ig. max's admin, if u wanna dm me i'll tell u my @ tho!! :D or i could just follow u so u can see it urself lol

[samanthadalton]

Truth or dare

(this is loosely based on the truth or dare scene from the freshman where mc and kaitlyn kissed for the first time) 

sorry if it sucks im still getting used to writing 😬😬

Pairing: poppy x mc (Bea) 

warnings: i’m not sure there’s any actual warnings except for any implied sex near the end

tag list: @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @cloud9in (if you wanna be tagged in any future writings just ask)

word count: i have no idea tbh i got carried away

You were lying on the couch in your dorm room scrolling through instagram trying to find some entertainment since Zoey apologetically told you she’s ditching your saturday plans of drinking wine and binge-watching how to get away with murder since she had a hot date with one of the guys on the football team. You find yourself scrolling through Poppy’s instagram- not because you liked her or anything- i mean liking Poppy your number 1 enemy?? that was a big hell no 👁👄👁- you were just merely curious about her new brand deal with Read My Lips since Veronica mentioned that the brand in reality was pretty crap and made both her and Poppy break out like crazy. 

Speaking (or thinking really) of the devil, you suddenly get a text from Veronica:

V.: Hey social climber you got any plans tonight 👀

you: not really no, why? you finally taking me up on my offer 😉

V.: You wish Farmsville, come over to the sorority tonight 

you: still sounds like you want me 

V.: Guess you’ll have to come and find out 💋

You put your phone down and internally debate with yourself as to whether or not you should go since this is the first time Veronica has ever asked to hang out with you and you’re not sure about her intentions. ‘Well she’s hot and wants me there so I should go’ You dismiss any negative thoughts from your head and decide to head over to the sorority house dressed casually in a pair of dark blue ripped jeans and a black cropped t-shirt and black vans- you didn’t forget to wear your super sexy black laced lingerie since anything could happen tonight, except you didn’t expect this outcome....

You text Veronica as you make your way to the sorority and she texts you back with a thumbs up and tells you to just make your way inside and meet her in the living room. You begin to worry a little since you’re not sure if the rest of the Zeta girls will be at the house, and you were kinda hoping to have a chilled out night with Veronica or at least some fun without anyone else knowing about it.

You enter the house and make your way into the living room where you see a bunch of the zeta girls sitting in a circle, some sitting on the sofa while others are on the floor with pillows and blankets to make themselves more comfortable. Your mind stutters because this isn’t exactly what you were expecting but you’re soon pulled out of your thoughts when Veronica grabs you by your arms and drags you into the middle of the room, “Hughes you made it!” she squeaks.

“Veronica what the hell, what’s going o-“

“What the hell is she doing here?” You already know who it is judging by the cutthroat tone, though she doesn’t raise her voice, Poppy Min Sinclair has the ability to slice through anything just using her words. Without missing a beat Veronica loops her arms through yours and spins you around to face the queen of belvoire herself.

“I invited her here, I thought it would be more fun to include someone who isn’t part of the sorority”

“So you thought to invite wannabee Hughes” Poppy crosses her arms and of course her trusty little pup is there too and a second later she crosses her arms too.

“Eww Veronica you can’t just invite random people who knows what farm diseases she has”

You roll your eyes at Chloe, I mean seriously is that the best she can come up with? You step forward and Veronica lets go of your arm.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on but if this is meant to be some weird hazing or sorority prank I don’t wanna be a part of it”

“Don’t worry Bea, we are just playing truth or dare” Taylor squeaks out, you turn and face her, bless the poor girl she looks like she’s about to combust from embarrassment after Poppy clears her throat.

Poppy looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “shut up Tess, but colour me intrigued let’s see what kind of secrets Farmsville is hiding”

She begins looking at you with a little curiousity and starts to take in your outfit, “someone get her some proper clothes if she’s going to stay”

Its only then you realise that the zeta girls aren’t wearing their usual preppy outfits but are all wearing some cute nightwear and you realise you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Don’t worry P, since I invited her i’ll get her some clothes” Veronica takes hold of your arms and pulls you to her room.

After finding some suitable clothing for you (a white silk tank top with a cute lace around the neckline and some pink silk shorts) Veronica leaves you in her room to get changed and soon you make your way back downstairs to the circle where the girls are casually drinking wine in some very expensive looking crystal glasses.

“Tess, get Farmsville a drink” Poppy practically barks and Taylor runs to grab you a glass. You sit on the floor next to Veronica while Poppy and Chloe sit opposite you on the sofa and the other girls fill up the rest of the circle.

Once everyone begins drinking, Poppy abruptly claps her hands together and all the girls lift up their heads to look at the blonde, “now ladies we can finally begin” her eyes move to yours “and since it’s wannabee’s first time here you start, truth or dare”.

gulp.

If you choose truth, Poppy has the chance to ask you anything but if you pick dare she could make you do anything, you decide to pick the safest (or the safer one) option and choose

“truth”

Poppy’s eyes bore into yours while she thinks of a question, however Chloe hiccups (she must be a total lightweight bc she already seems kinda drunk) and speaks out “do you have a crush on Professor Kingsley, I see the way you look at her”

Poppy looks slightly annoyed that Chloe took her opportunity to ask you a question and covertly digs her nails into Chloe whose face just turns bright pink.

You on the other hand begin sweating a little since you can’t exactly be too truthful and tell them you slept with her before the school year began so you give a careful smile and answer, “I mean she is hot who wouldn’t have a crush on her”

The rest of the girls already seem bored since the answer wasn’t exactly satisfying so you turn to Veronica

“I guess it’s my turn to ask, truth or dare”

.....

After a bunch of rounds of truth or dare, in which you learnt that Taylor has some really weird sex fantasies and Chloe once knocked herself out by walking into a lamppost, while Veronica was forced to upload a picture of herself pretending to throw up in the toilet and a few of the other girls were forced to either eat a bunch of chillies and prank call Dean Steinhelm, it’s finally Poppy’s turn.

“I think I should ask Poppy, truth or dare” you smirk smugly at the blonde while she just looks unimpressed and merely just shrugs

“Go ahead Hughes, I choose truth”

You think carefully, I mean you could ask her anything, however there’s one thing that’s been eating up your mind and you just have to ask

“Do you really love Bradley”

Poppy just scoffs, “seriously? that’s what you wanted to waste your question on?”

She raises an eyebrow at you, unsure of your angle since she knows you could’ve literally asked her anything. she keeps her answer short and unfulfilling, “It’s a new relationship so I wouldn’t say I love him”

And then she just doesn’t say anything else, she looks down at her drink and carefully sips her wine while you just stare at her trying to calculate what you can take from her answer.

Veronica snaps you out of your thoughts and slightly slurs her words, “My turn Hughes, truth or dare?”

��dare”

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room”

damnit. one thing you were trying to avoid was awkward and/or forced intimacy or contact with these girls. Your eyes shift between each girl trying to buy some time before you’re expected to make a move.

Your eyes fall on Poppy’s and as your eyes meet, her dark brown eyes open wide when she realises what you’re thinking. But she doesn’t look mad or disgusted, instead she looks kinda intrigued and a little smirk appears on her face like she’s flattered you chose her.

You crawl over to the sofa where Poppy is sitting and all eyes are on you now.

“Well indulge me Miss Min Sinclair?” You give Poppy a cheeky little wink and she visibly blushes.

“Shut up Hughes don’t make it awkward, it’s just a kiss”

You deflate a little, “right, it’s just a kiss”

You lean up a little to reach the blonde’s lips and you tentatively brush your lips against one another.

‘Damn her lips are soft’ you think to yourself and when you suddenly get a taste of her strawberry lipgloss you begin to lose control. You open your mouth to kiss her harder while Poppy takes a sharp breath and opens her mouth to allow your tongue inside her mouth. She moans a little and you swear it’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard and you kiss her even harder, lips pressing together full of passion. You finally break apart from the kiss, both gasping for the much needed air and you both stare intensely at each other momentarily forgetting where you are.

The spell is broken by someone clearing their throat and you turn to see Veronica frowning slightly, “damn I wish I had my phone right now, that was so hot my Veronicats would’ve loved that”

You and Poppy awkwardly look at each other and both blushing furiously, you look away simultaneously and you make your way back to your side of the circle.

You think to yourself ‘what the hell was that’ while Poppy already looks like she’s ready to move on. With a flip of her hair she clears her throat, “well it’s pretty obvious I’m the hottest one here so I don’t blame Farmsville for wanting to get a taste.”

You think to yourself ‘that was more than a taste’. While reeling back from the epic kiss you don’t even have a comeback but luckily drunk Chloe is there to rescue you from this awkward moment by shouting “MY TURN!”

The rest of the night seems to go on without anything else as scandalous as that kiss happening, excluding Chloe falling face down on the floor when she was trying to get to the bathroom and eventually the zeta girls begin to make their way to bed after drinking way too much.

You’re left with only Veronica and Poppy in the living room and when you get up to stand you feel a little dizzy, you blink crazily and groan “damn i think i drank way too much”

“It’s cool Hughes you can crash on the couch tonight there’s no way you can get back to your dorm like this” and with that Veronica pats your back and makes her way to her room leaving you alone with Poppy.

Poppy just sits on the sofa watching Veronica leave and you clear your throat which gets her attention. She turns her head to look at you, and her eyes check you out, almost like she’s contemplating.

You try and dispell some of the awkwardness since Poppy is just staring at you and you jokingly say “well that kiss was pretty good huh?”

Poppy pouts her lips a little and raises one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you, “just pretty good?” her tone almost teasing.

You almost falter a little in your gaze, was Poppy flirting with you or was it just the alcohol making you delirious? “Well, considering it was cut short and there was an entire audience watching us I guess it wasn’t exactly my best”

“Oh? So you think you can do better than that?” Poppy slowly stands and walks towards you, you swear that she juts her hips a little as she makes her way to stand right in front of you.

You begin to feel flustered and just manage to gape your mouth open with no words coming out of it. Poppy simply smirks at your bewildered expression while her fingers slowly trail up your arm and she leans in and whispers into your ear, “why don’t you show me”

[uwuwriting]

Nishinoya, Kenma and Tendou w/ lyric prank

Request: Hi um so since you are writing for Haikyu now could I maybe get Kenme, Tendou and NIshinoya with a cute lyric prank? Like super sweet songs. Thank you and you can ignore this I’m sorry.

Don’t be sorry sweet anon of course I’m gonna write it. I love writing for Haikyu and I like it when you guys request things for them. Since you didn’t specify which songs I used some of my favorites. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: Tendou’s is SUGGESTIVE.

songs: ‘Cuz I love you- Lizzo, Love- Keyshia Cole, Cyber sex- Doja Cat

NIshinoya Yuu

-I feel like Nishinoya is familiar with tik tok.

-And by familiar I mean addicted. 

-So he had seen those lyric pranks here and there but never really paid any mind to them. 

-You on the other hand found them so cute. 

-And of course you wanted to see how your boyfriend would react.

-You had two options.

- One, send a horny/sexy song in hopes this escalates to something else.

- Two, send a sweet/ lovey dovey song and get a cute response.

-You went for the second option because you were feeling extra cuddly and you knew that he would come over to shower you with affection the moment you send the first lyric.

-He’s just like that.

-Overly affectionate in general and would leave whatever he’s doing if you need him.

-You were already chatting with him, he was telling a stupid thing Tanaka did to Kiyoko when you suddenly sent the first lyric. 

- ‘ Never been in love before.                                                                                      What the fuck are fucking feelings yo?’

-He didn’t respond immediately so you took the opportunity to send another text. 

- ‘ Once upon a time, I was a ho .                                                                                I don't even wanna ho no mo'

- ‘Wait this sounds familiar....I KNOW THIS FROM SOMEWHERE!!!’

-You were kinda disappointed.

-You were hoping to keep him guessing for a little longer but you knew that when it came to you he was extra perceptive.

-He would sense when something was off in an instant. 

-That’s why you couldn’t keep something hidden from him for longer than a day, and I’m being generous. 

- ‘ Got you something from the liquor store.                                                        Little bit of Y/N and some Mo Tryna open up a little more Sorry if my heart a little slow’

- ‘Who said you are slow? IM GONNA FIGHT THEM I SWEAR!!!”

-You were cackling at this point, he was taking this very seriously. 

-Still you were amazed at how he hadn’t figured out the song yet.

-But since you are a little shit you continued. 

- ‘ I thought that I didn't care I thought I was love-impaired But baby, baby I don't know what I'm gonna do’

-I swear you could sense the moment the lyrics clicked in his mind through the screen. 

-Matching your energy he responded. 

- ‘IM CRYING!’

- ‘CUZ I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

-Both of you sent the last part at the same time followed by an array of heart memes and voice messages of you trying to hit the high notes. 

-He did come over after leaving you on read for 10 minutes. 

-You two cuddled and played the song on repeat for 3 hours straight. 

Kozume Kenma

-Sweet lil kitty.

-He loves you and you know it. 

-He doesn’t really like tik tok.

-He just can’t understand the hype behind it.

-So he is completely oblivious to this whole trend. 

-You two are hanging out in his room. 

-He was in the middle of a stream, commenting here and there on the game and answering a few questions. 

-You were laying on his bed scrolling through your instagram and blasting music through your earphones. 

-That’s when a love song came on and you wanted to dance and sing to it so badly but he was streaming....

-You wanted to share it with him because the lyrics reminded you of him and it was so cute. 

-Slightly pouting in your mini misery you remembered the lyric trend. 

-Even though the videos you had seen had been suggestive you weren’t really in the mood for that. 

-You just wanted to cuddle him. 

-Going into your chat you started to type the part you were listening to right now. 

- ‘  Now you're gone, what am I gonna do So empty ‘

-His phone vibrated and he spared a glance at it but didn’t see what the message was.

-You weren’t about to give up though.

- ‘ My heart, my soul can't go on ‘

-He ignored it again.

- ‘ Go on, baby, without you’

-He spared a glance at it again and you contemplated on stopping in fear he might get annoyed when he saw it was you. 

-But you knew he will only get flustered afterwards.

- ‘ My rainy days fade away when you come around please tell me baby’

-He grabs his phone as it vibrates and unlocks it.

-You can hear the chat going wild with messages when he smiles down at his screen, a rare occasion. 

-You send another message. 

- ‘ Why you go so far away Why you go ‘

-The blush that tinted his cheeks darkened as he turned to look at you. 

- “I’m not that far away....” he whispered.

-The chat was beyond confused on what was going on. 

-You sent the last lyric and that’s when he decided to end the live stream. 

-He apologized to his fans and turn the computer off.

-He pounced on you the moment the camera turned red and he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

-His phone lay open still in your chat, your last text facing the ceiling. 

- ‘ Love Never knew what I was missing But I knew once we start kissin' I found you.’

Tendou Satori

-It’s a race of who does the trend first.

-You are both addicted to tik tok.

-That’s one of the reasons you are together. 

-You are similar and like the same things. 

-So you both have seen the trend on multiple occasion and have sent each other videos. 

-In a way you were challenging the other to try it. 

-You knew that your boyfriend loved pampering you in kisses and love, and you were tempted to  send a love song something sweet. 

-But you also knew that he was a little freaky, always making comments and getting you worked up. 

-So you decided to be freaky yourself.

-He was at practice when you finally put your plan in motion.

-He would always answer your texts during his water brakes so it wouldn’t be long until he saw it. 

- ‘ And he don't even scroll through Insta 'Less he going through my pictures ‘

-Half an hour passed until he finally replied. 

- ‘You know me too well princess’

-  ‘You’re too irresistible I can’t help myself.’

-You bit your lip at the messages and you knew that it wouldn’t take long before the more ..... PG 18.

-Debating whether or not to continue and since you were a little shit, you send the next lyric. 

- ‘  I wanna touch on you You see me in my room’

-This time he didn’t hesitate to answer. 

- ‘Oh is my girl feelin’ needy?’

-Not yet at least. 

- ‘ Wish you were here right now All of the things I'd do ‘

-You assumed that his break should be over when you sent the text. 

-Just to tease him. 

-But to your surprise he messaged back rather quickly. 

- ‘Tsk tsk you just had to do this while I have practice didn’t you?’

- ‘I’ll have to punish you for that.....’

-Here we go!!!

-You knew that if you continued you would be in for it big time. 

-Even though you hadn’t been feeling particulary needy lately, messing with Tendou was always fun. 

-You were usually the one being teased but turning the tables every once in a while was healthy.

-Even though he wouldn’t become a blushing mess like you, you still liked getting this reaction from him. 

-Getting him worked up and impatient to get home was a bonus. 

-You knew sending the last lyric would be your downfall. 

-So you took a swan dive. 

- ‘I wanna get freaky on camera I love when we get freaky on camera’

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Mind Your Business // Dabi x f! Reader

an anon suggested a reader with a mind-reading quirk and honestly i got this idea within MINUTES and my horny ass couldn’t resist. oh god. im so thirsty some please send help oh my f-

tags/warnings for lots of dirty talk, cunnilingus, creampie, i dont even know man, this is just a mega horny fic that i wanted to be extra extra filthy. lots of big horny energy

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‘Boredom’ seemed to be putting it lightly. Anyone looking around the room could read the atmosphere of total disinterest on every face, in every voice. This was probably the most quiet things had been in months, and it was obvious that some were having trouble adjusting. Tonight was a night like so many others had been, members of the League, having nothing better to do, settling down for some drinks and polite conversation.

Well, mostly polite.

“I’m saying that meta-builds are stupid and over-rated!”

“They’re only stupid if you like to lose, scrub.”

“You’re stupid.”

“You’re stupid and a horrible player.”

Spinner and Shigaraki were having another one of their little NEET discussions that you couldn’t quite keep up with, some sort of debate about a game you’ve never played made by a company you’d never heard of. Both of them were pretty decently intoxicated and it was starting to bring out their pettier tendencies, which also meant you couldn’t really chat either one of them up to entertain yourself. Toga was currently stuffing her face since she wasn’t old enough to drink while a very drunk Twice rambled at her side, his erratic personalities clashing as they jumped from one topic to the other.

You’re just settled quietly into your own chair. The group’s Villain activities had slowed to a crawl recently in favor of laying low and avoiding attracting attention, so your schedule was fairly barren yourself. Shigaraki and Giran always made sure you got honest pay for helping them out, and over the last few months they had come to accept you as a comrade, even if you didn’t quite see yourself as a Villain. Regardless of ethics or semantics, the League appreciated your help. Your psychokinetic Quirk was a huge help to them, whether it was moving things with a single thought or reading someone’s mind for much needed intel. To be honest, it kind of felt like a second family.

Your thoughts drift back to the present, sipping at your drink again as you studied your fellow heathens in arms. Shigaraki and Spinner had started talking about some anime, Twice snoring loudly as Himiko decided to play on her phone. It occurs to you that the only other person who’s being just as quiet as you is Dabi, sending a glance over to the Cremation user slouching in his chair as he stared off at nothing in particular yet hardly even blinking. There was a little twitch of his lips here, a quirk of his brows there. For someone who almost always seemed to have some sassy jab or snarky reply, you've never seen him look so lost in thought before, so focused, contemplative even. It would be a lie to say you aren't the least bit curious what he's thinking about, and out or habit, you decide to... listen in. What was everyone’s favorite bitchy arsonist thinking about today?

I wanna fuck you so bad.

Hearing such a crude statement in Dabi's deep voice brings heat to your face. He's still staring off at the wall, and breaking the connection is something you know you should morally do

 ...but you don't. In fact, you want to hear more.

Such a sexy little thing and you don't even know it. Struttin' around here looking all nice and pretty for me. Why do you keep tempting me, little girl? Don't you know what you're doing to me? My cock is fucking aching just thinking about being inside you, but you won't even give me the time of day. So cruel. 

Your body is running hot as you're trying not to stare, egged on by some sick curiosity. Who's the girl? And just how filthy are these thoughts going to get? Oh god, this is wrong, a total invasion of his privacy, but you just have to hear all the details you can get.

God, I just want to ruin you. I bet you would make the sweetest little noises the whole time while I dirty you up and cover you with my cum. You'd look so cute. You'd squeeze around my dick so good, you'd be the best fuck I've ever had.

Dabi shifts in his seat, taking another sip of his drink as he rests a cheek against his fist, lazily staring off and completely unknowing of just how horny he was making you.

I wanna run my hands all over your thighs and feel how soft and squishy they are. Watch you squirm when I start giving little love bites and kisses, getting nice and close to that sweet spot in between your legs.

You'd like that, wouldn't you babygirl?

Suddenly his blue eyes snap to you, and a large smirk forms on his lips as your eyes widen, beginning to sweat as the Villain stares you down.

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, sweetheart. Didn't they ever teach you it's rude to poke around in someone's head? Naughty girl.

Knowing all these dirty things are directed at you is throwing your heart into a tailspin, pounding hard and fast and excited. What? Excuse me? He wanted you? To fuck you? In graphic detail? Him? With you???

Look at that cute flustered face you’re makin’ for me. I bet you're totally soaking right now. Do you want me to eat your wet little pussy?

You can't contain the small shudder that runs through you as your eyes jerk to look elsewhere. There's a strong throbbing between your thighs, and you're burning with shame and arousal as you can't deny it: you're so fucking turned on right now.

Of course the teasing bastard can tell.

Ha, it's written all over your face: you're a dirty little girl who wants me to run my tongue up and down her pretty cunt. All you have to do is say it and I'll do it. Do you want it? Do you want me to suck on your clit until it's all cute and swollen?

You pray no one is looking as you shudder hard, no longer able to even look in his direction as you promptly stand from your seat, taking a moment to clear your throat. “I-I think I’ve had a little too much to drink. I should probably head home before I’m knocked out.”

Dabi keeps his expression neutral as he takes another sip of his drink. “It’s late; all the creeps like to come out around this time. Think you’ll need someone to walk you home? I gotta do some stuff of my own anyways.”

Only the two of you know exactly what he’s insinuating, and you swallow hard. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. I’d... really appreciate it. If-if you want to.” There’s a small, flustered little smile on your lips, and the young man smirks, pulling himself out of his chair to pop his neck. “Alrighty. Guess I’ll see you losers later.” The Cremation-user chuckles, making some sort of vague hand gesture that remotely resembled a wave to the few other League members around as the two of you headed for the door. Toga slurps on her juice as she watches the pair of her comrades leave together, and a toothy grin forms on her face as she looks to Tomura and the rest of the group.

“You just know they’re going to go have a little tussle in the sheets. So scandalous!”

Shigaraki groans, avoiding eye contact with a slight pinkish tint to his pale cheeks, Spinner snickering under his breath. “I don’t wanna hear it, psycho. I don’t care what they do as long as it doesn’t mess with what we do here.”

A bit of a lie on the quite frankly jealous Villain’s part. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind taking Dabi’s place, but you had made your choice, at least for this evening. Maybe next time, he wonders...

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It’s quiet as you head down the sidewalk, and you dared to send a glance to Dabi to see he has a devilish smirk that makes your face heat up instantly. “You know what’s gonna happen, right?” The young man teases, walking beside you as you can’t bear to look at his face. There’s not anyone around, and that means he doesn’t have to censor himself as he speaks without shame.

“God, I’m going to destroy you. Are you looking forward to it, baby?”

You can’t bring yourself to speak, averting your eyes, but your timid nature just seems to turn him on, and there’s a hand on your ass, squeezing the soft fat and making you squeak. “How long’s it been since you’ve been fucked, huh? You’re actin’ like a little virgin over here.”

“It’s... been a while.” You mutter softly, burning all over like there were flames under your skin. 

Dabi just smirks. “You have done it, right?”

Your body just burns that much hotter as his hand doesn’t retreat; even as you swat his arm away, it just returns again. “Well, yeah, just... only a few times. And stop that! Someone might see!”

“Oh? Just a few times?” There’s a sense of intrigue in his voice that sends shivers up your spine, and his hand snags your hip to make you walk right beside him. “You ever take it raw, then? Get a big load of cum in your pussy?”

It’s like his words burn you, a quivering in between your legs as you shake your head. “I-I mean, I can’t risk getting pregnant... and quit being so nasty! What if someone hears you?”

A deep chuckle, and the man grabs your shoulder to stop your steps, making you look at those sharp blue eyes. “Baby, if you didn’t like me bein’ nasty, you wouldn’t have let me come with you after hearin’ all the shit I was thinkin’.”

You bite your lip, and he can see the quiet need in your eyes. “How far’s your place, cutie? How much longer you gonna make me wait?”

His hand pets back and forth over your hip, and another wave of warmth washes over you. Just one sweep of your eyes over the man at your side and that lust-filled gaze of his and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to wait either. You shift on your feet, thighs rubbing together with a palpable excitement quivering in your belly as you’re stared down like prey, and a peek downward reveals a very noticeable bulge in the Villain’s tight loose pants. He looks thick, and you fight to repress a shiver. “We’re... almost there. Just a few more minutes, and then we can... you know...”

Dabi looks pleased, giving you a smirk of nothing but teeth.

“Lead the way then, girlie. Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

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You should have been able to guess how desperate he was by the way his stares never left you. All his teases and taunts, and yet he was the one who wouldn’t stop fucking you with his eyes. The key to your apartment had barely stopped turning in its lock when you’re all but shoved inside, the door slamming shut behind the young man who all but bowled you over with the ferocity in which his mouth captures yours. Eager hands secure you into place, fingers tangling in your hair, the other on the small of your back and both pulling you closer. He tastes like rum and cola, a particular sweetness on his tongue as it’s so energetically pushed passed your lips, all of your whimpers swallowed up by a hungry mouth that threatened to devour you. The kiss is hot and heavy, Dabi grinding his hips against you, friction sending pleasure shooting through his restrained erection before the Villain’s pulling away, kicking off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket to reveal a tank top with arms scarred from years of battle and Quirk-use. 

“Start stripping.” He orders, voice low and heavy with arousal as he starts fumbling with his belt. “Take it off before I tear it off.”

There was no need to tell you twice, especially as he starts stepping out of his pants to reveal some deliciously tight-looking boxers, his raging cock all but threatening to burst open the seams. You’ve barely worked your shirt off when he’s pushing you back against a wall, dropping to his knees with a strong grip yanking your pants down, calloused palms rubbing your thighs and lips planting a kiss to your panties. Blunt nails lightly scratch as they snag under the elastic waistband, and your heart feels ready to explode when the Villain pulls the intimate fabric down to your knees and licks his lips.

“Wait, don’t you want to--”

Your protest is hushed with a single look of those piercing cyans, his hands briefly frozen in their place on your legs. “I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“B-but I-I mean, shouldn’t I like, I dunno--”

He just snickers, and whatever you were going to say dies down as the tip of his tongue nudges at your clit. You lean back more against the wall, nervously shuffling your legs further apart as you feel a scarred face bury in between your thighs, the flat of his tongue starting to give little kitten licks up and down your pussy, always ending on a drag against your sensitive pearl. A little whimper escapes you, hushed and whining, and those blue eyes are on your face as you swear you can feel him smirk against your folds. Another chaste kiss to your clit, his skin a unique friction as his lips form a seal around your cunt to suck on the throbbing bud.

“Fuck...” Came a gasping breath, one of your idle hands finding purchase in that messy black hair, and you notice a subtle change in Dabi’s movements as you pet his head in encouragement, those sucks and licks to your clit becoming more frequent and dedicated. Your juices are beginning to coat his chin as he holds onto your squirming hips, practically pulling you down onto his face with an eagerness as if this was just as much fun for him as it was for you. More and more keens and moans are being let out as a graze of teeth has you all but grinding down into his mouth, and there’s a humming as the man beneath you groans. A fog of arousal is growing thicker in your head, and a certain tilt of your head gives you a full view of just one of the reasons Dabi has starting making noise: he’s jerking off his cock while he’s eating out your cunt, eyes half-lidded as a tight fist works up and down his dick, slick with pre-cum fluids and swollen with the need to orgasm. The more ferociously he licks your pussy, the harder he strokes himself, his dick leaking slick from that swollen, reddened tip.

“Dabi... please...”

You’re not even 100% sure what you’re even asking for, but leaving the decision up to him seems to pay off, knees straining as he pushes himself up to stand, finding yourself pulled into another embrace of mouths where you can taste your thick essence on his tongue. The Villain practically manhandles you as he shifts his hold to your sides, spinning you around, grabbing your wrists to push your palms into the wall as he grinds into you from behind, hot skin against hot skin as his breath ghosts against the back of your neck. “Better not lose your balance, toots.” Dabi purrs, bending you over till you’re braced forward against the surface beneath your hands. ass out for him to rub his dick against your puffy folds.”I’d hate to stop right at the fun part.”

Dabi is practically thrumming with excited energy as he slowly pushes his hips forward, letting his thick cockhead breach your folds and plunge deeper into your heat as the Villain groans. “Ugh, so hot and wet.” He shuffles forward to bring himself closer to your body, easing the way of his movements as he begins to give deep, slow thrusts. “Nice and tight, just like I thought you’d be. You shoulda let me fuck you sooner, baby. We coulda been havin’ fun this whole time.”

Lips part to say something, anything, but any and all words are snuffed by the pumping of his hips against yours, desperate, fast. There’s no pain, no resistance, just your soaking pussy clenching around his thick cock like a vise, all but sucking it in with every thrust. His rhythm is vicious, impeccable, eager to stretch you out to the shape of his girth, driving straight into your core and causing butterflies to flutter in your belly as even your eyes threaten to roll back.

“Fuck yes,” Dabi growls, and his nails unwittingly dig into your hips as his slap against you. “God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my dick like it’s hungry for cum. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

A sob leaves your mouth, a sinful noise lost in pure physical pleasure as your back arches only to push yourself back into his touch. “Please! Please, please fuck me!”

He chuckles into the crook of your neck, scarred chest rubbing against your back, every staple and stitch electrifying as it scrapes against you in your euphoric haze. “As you wish, princess.”

Dabi is relentless, driving his cock deep inside of you like he’s trying to break into your womb, a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure sending the pair of you into a frenzy. Your walls quiver against his nonstop pounding, nails raking the paint from your apartment walls as those wonderfully pistoning hips threaten to take away your ability to breathe, let alone think as you just want more, more, more.  The Villain is rewarded with the treat of hearing you cry out again and again, your knees shaking as he works an arm across your stomach to help hold you up, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. It’s becoming too much, too much, too much...!

“You gonna cum?” Says a voice rumbling against your skin, a tongue tracing the shell of your ear as you sink further into incoherent bliss, the sound of his pleased teasing seeping into you like an aphrodisiac. “Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

You can just barely register fingers rubbing against your clit before you completely crumble, wailing as you squirt, fluid gushing onto his hips and thighs as you cum hard, the ripples and pulsing rocking through you like an earthquake as you can barely keep yourself standing. He keeps you upright purely by a predatory hold on your hips, an arm across your stomach to position you to the perfect angle before he calls out your name in one final, deep thrust. Hot jizz floods into your pussy, coating your walls and beckoning your womb as you’re kept flush against his hips, grip tight and unyielding, refusing to let you try to escape the thick seed painting your insides white. 

“Fucking take it... take every drop...” Dabi groans, his teeth lightly sinking into your shoulder, marking you like his bitch and keeping you in place as his cock pushes out the last few drops before he relents his bite. “Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“Dabi...” Your voice comes out like a whispering whine, hitching in a way he found as just the cutest little thing. He’s still high on endorphins and orgasm as he pulls out, peppering your neck and shoulder with kisses and gentle nibbles like some sated beast. Clumsy hands drunk on sex lazily grope your breasts, pulling you further upright as your trembling knees protested the burden of your weight, your neck craning to meet his mouth with your own when a light peck is placed to the corner of your lips. The cum starting to trickle down your legs is like a whisper of a touch that you barely notice as you let yourself be consumed by his kiss once more, It’s sloppier than before, both of you drunk both figuratively and literally, and you’re graced with yet another of those Typical Dabi Snickers.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

He must have seen the twinkle of excitement in your eyes, his arousal slowly reigniting as he kisses along your jaw, his voice prideful and ever so pleased, a mischievous grin on his features that sent heat coiling deep in your core.

“That’s right, naughty girl. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

Your voice cracks slightly, but you give a teasing smile all the more.

“Not at all. Do your worst, Daddy.”

Dabi visibly shivers as you throw the pet name right back at him, and there’s an inferno of lust brewing in those deep blue eyes as his hands squeeze your ass once more.

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you. I think we have plenty more fun to have with each other, after all~❤”

[lake-arrius-caverns]

Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 7: Awakening

oops im seeing about changing my upload day to friday but yesterday i totally forgot abt it so lmao

summary After a successful assignment, Fahjoth is glad to be given a few days off and learns a little about his duties from Caius. The twins plan a trip to Vivec City for some exploration.

content warnings none

tag list @boulderfall-cave , @padomaicocean (lmk if you’d like to be added!)

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Flouncing through the front door of Cosades�� tiny house, Fahjoth couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he brandished the scrolls of parchment with glee. 

“I got them!” he cried, ecstatic. “The notes from Sharn gra-Muzgob! I got them!”

Cosades looked up from his supper with one brow raised, but by no means did he look on with disapproval. “And not a scratch on you,” he remarked, holding out a hand to receive the scrolls as Fahjoth passed them over. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before you found your feet. Well done, Novice.” 

“Well, I had help—” Fahjoth started, unwilling to take all the credit for his achievement, but Cosades didn’t seem to be listening anyway. He unfurled the scrolls and silence fell as he pored over them, a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the scrawling, loopy handwriting. Fahjoth took a seat at the table and waited, wondering what his next assignment was to be. At least Ribyna was on standby back at the South Wall Cornerclub, and for that, Fahjoth was grateful. 

“Well, Fahjoth,” Cosades started, rolling up the parchments once again and turning to face Fahjoth with the beginnings of a smile, “I’m promoting you to Blades Apprentice. You deserve it after the hard work you’ve put into all your duties.” 

Fahjoth’s heart began to soar with excitement. “Apprentice?” he repeated, awestruck. “Thank you, sir! So, uhh... what will I be expected to do now?” 

“Nothing too different, I assure you. It’s mostly a recognition thing, to be perfectly honest,” Cosades answered. He got to his feet, beginning to pace around the room in deep thought and occasionally stopping to check a book or scrap of paper, cross referencing several stacks of notes. Fahjoth wondered how he was able to keep track of it all. “Now, I'd like some time to think how this all fits in with the Emperor's plans for you. So if you'd like to get in a little freelance adventuring, go ahead. But whenever you're ready, I'll have new orders for you."

“Oh... alright.” The news came as a welcome surprise for sure. Fahjoth had to admit, he was glad to have a few days of downtime at last. It would be a good opportunity for him and Ribyna to do some exploring; she had mentioned wanting to visit Vivec City at some point, perhaps now they could finally go. 

But there was one thing that he had been growing more and more curious about; the subject of all his errands, the very reason he had been putting his life on the line in exchange for whatever information Cosades wanted. He knew nothing about any of it, and the burning desire to ask, to learn exactly why it was so important, could not be quashed. Maybe now was the time. 

“Sir?” he questioned, biting his lip with uncertainty. Cosades stared fixedly at Fahjoth, indicating that he was listening, and so Fahjoth continued — albeit with some hesitation. “Could you explain the... things that I’ve been getting information about? The, uh, the Sixth House and the Nev... Nevera... Neraver—“

“The Nerevarine,” Cosades finished for him, and Fahjoth nodded. “Of course. I forget that you can’t read well. We’ll start with the Sixth House.” 

Fahjoth shuffled in his seat, getting himself comfortable and listening with rapt attention as Cosades began to speak. “There isn’t much to say about the Sixth House cult just yet. A trusted informant of mine says they're a secret cult associated with some strange events recently. More importantly, my informant thinks these recent disturbances are related in some way to the Nerevarine Prophecies."

“And what are the—?”

“I’m getting to that part, Apprentice. One thing at a time. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but there’s been some attacks recently attributed to sleeper agents of this cult. Have you heard anything about them?”

Fahjoth shook his head. “No sir.” 

“There've been several attacks recently, and these Sleepers all say the same thing. ‘Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.’”

A shiver suddenly tore through Fahjoth’s ribs, catching him by surprise. Why did that name sound so familiar? There was no distinct emotional response attached to hearing it, but the hairs on Fahjoth’s arms continued to stand on end, giving him prominent goosebumps. 

“Keep an eye out, and if you see anything suspicious, let me know.” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Alright, now for the Nerevarine.” Cosades rejoined Fahjoth at the table and took a swig of something from an open bottle before continuing. “The Ashlanders—“ 

“The what?”

“The Ashlanders— by the divines, Vetharys...”

Fahjoth grimaced, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Sorry...”

“No, it’s alright,” Cosades sighed. “I just thought you would’ve heard about them by now. I don't know much about them. Most people say they‘re murderous savages. But most people are idiots. I know they hate the settled Dunmer almost as much as they hate Westerners. I don't think their tribes tend to be particularly welcoming to outlanders, so watch yourself if you’re ever wandering in the Ashlands.” 

Fahjoth nodded, remaining quiet to let Cosades go on. 

“The Ashlanders pass down their customs and history in the form of poetic verses. Among the things they preserve in verse are the dreams and prophetic visions of their wise women, in particular the verses that foretell the coming of the Nerevarine. And before you ask,” Cosades added, seeing that Fahjoth was about to speak again, “some Dunmer believe that an orphan and outcast, a youth born on a certain day to uncertain parents, will one day unite all the tribes of the Dunmer, drive out the invaders of Morrowind, and reestablish the ancient laws and customs of the Dark Elven nations. They call this orphan and outcast the ‘Nerevarine’, and say they will be a reincarnation of the long-dead Dunmer General and First Councilor, Lord Indoril Nerevar. But... I don't know much else about it. That's why I'm sending you to find out.” 

Fahjoth nodded, fascinated by the sudden bombardment of information he was receiving. “And... it’s relevant to stuff that’s happening now? These cult attacks and whatnot? That’s why we’re investigating it?”

There was a split second where Fahjoth thought that Cosades may have paused, his stern grey eyes locked on Fahjoth’s own, but then came a perfectly normal response, leaving him wondering if he’d simply imagined it. 

“Correct.” 

Armed with this knowledge, Fahjoth suddenly felt inspired. So this was what all his top-secret missions had really been about. He still had no idea why he’d been pulled out of prison to join this endeavour specifically, but he no longer felt as much of a need to question it. This was his chance to make a difference, to do some real good in the world; it strengthened his resolve and he silently vowed to give it his all, regardless of how many errands he would end up having to run. 

“Alright. Thanks, sir.” Fahjoth rose to his feet, figuring he should go and find Ribyna and tell her the news, but Cosades leaned back in his chair and stared at him with such a dour look in his eyes that Fahjoth faltered.

“Don’t forget, Vetharys — always pay attention to what’s going on around you. You’re an agent of the Blades; information is our specialty,” he advised. “And never let your guard down. I don’t ever want to find you being sent back to me in a box.” 

Fahjoth cringed, feeling distinctly like he was being told off for the sheer amount of ignorance he had so openly displayed. Well, he had to learn somehow, didn't he? “Yes, sir… thank you, sir.” 

And with that he bade farewell to Cosades for now, scurrying out of the house before he could be admonished further, and made a beeline straight for the South Wall Cornerclub. Just as he rounded the corner and descended the short flight of stone steps between buildings, he found himself face-to-face with a familiar dark-haired figure, and coincidentally just the person he was looking for. 

“Ribyna!” he called, grinning as he got his sibling’s attention seconds before she stepped into the cornerclub. “Thought I’d find you here.”

“‘Sup, Fahji?” Ribyna turned away from the doorway and gave Fahjoth the usual hug of greeting. “You look happy. Has something happened?”

“I got a promotion!” he exclaimed without hesitation, eager to share the news. “And I got a few days off, too. I was thinking maybe we could do something.”

“Ah, well done, bro!” Ribyna congratulated him with a grin. “Yeah, I’m good for a few days. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could go to Vivec City? If you still wanted to go there, that is.”

For the second time that night, Fahjoth thought he detected a fleeting look of hesitation on the face of someone he was speaking to. This time it was Ribyna, who appeared almost apprehensive as soon as Fahjoth had mentioned going to Vivec City; but then her response was as casual as ever, leaving Fahjoth even more befuddled and debating with himself over whether he was just seeing things.

Maybe I’m just tired, he mused to himself. 

“Yeah, sounds good. D’you wanna leave now or tomorrow?” Ribyna asked. “If you like, I can go see how much the silt strider bloke charges.”

“Well, it’s getting on a bit, but…” Fahjoth paused, looking upwards and searching for the position of the sun, which was already past its highest point in the sky. He estimated that they had a few hours of daylight left, so ignoring the little voice of caution in his head, he made his decision. 

“Yeah, why not? Let’s go tonight. Could be fun to stay overnight in the big city!” Fahjoth enthused, and Ribyna nodded. 

“Alright! I’ll go find out how much a one way trip costs,” Ribyna said. “Start heading over towards the silt strider and I’ll meet you there!” And with that she tore off, racing over the bridge in the middle of town and zipping up the stairs to speak with the caravaner. 

With a quiet chuckle, Fahjoth shook his head and began to meander at a far more relaxed pace after his twin, passing by one of the townsfolk as he stepped off the bridge. He dipped his head and smiled in casual greeting, but the Dunmer gripped his wrist with such force that Fahjoth gasped in shock. 

He leaned in, his face mere inches from Fahjoth’s own, and Fahjoth could see only too clearly his strangely blank, vacant expression. His eyes, though unfocused, were glaring at Fahjoth with such a scorching intensity that he almost broke out into a sweat, his heart hammering rhythmically in his chest like a trapped sparrow, fast and fearful. 

And then he spoke, his voice gravelly and harsh, the sound of crumbling charcoal over burning ashes. 

“Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.”

Momentarily frozen, Fahjoth’s senses eventually returned to him and his first instinct was to yank his wrist free of the Dunmer’s grip, panting as if he had just run a marathon. The Dunmer jerked as Fahjoth tore free, and then within seconds, the blank look on his face melted away and he cleared his throat, glancing around as if confused. He then regarded Fahjoth with a perfectly normal, albeit rather sleepy stare. 

“What do you think of our city, outlander?” he asked mildly, but before Fahjoth could even think of a response, a voice calling his name caught his attention. 

“Fahji! C’mon, hurry up!”

His mouth dry, Fahjoth wheeled around and dashed after Ribyna, not stopping until he had caught up with his twin. Ribyna looked irate as she immediately began a short rant. 

“I’m not paying for that bloody silt strider. It’s a ripoff! And if we’re gonna stay in Vivec overnight, gods know how much the rooms are gonna set us back, too. Come on, we’ll walk instead—” She paused and frowned as she finally took in Fahjoth’s appearance, while he tried to calm himself down in the meantime. 

“What the fuck’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” With a shake of her head, Ribyna corrected herself, “Actually, you weren’t even this pale when we did see a ghost. Did something happen?”

“A— a Dunmer,” Fahjoth began, his gaze rapidly flicking from left to right, half-expecting an attack to come out of nowhere. “A Dunmer stopped me and... and said a thing...” 

However, as he took in Ribyna’s attentive expression, he realised with a heart-wrenching disappointment that there was no way he would be able to explain any of it to her. Not without going into detail about the missions that Cosades had given him, which he had been strictly forbidden to do. He could lie, omit some elements of the truth, but then what would be the point in that? His voice trailed off into silence, leaving him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. After a few seconds, Ribyna spoke up again. 

“Did he threaten you?” she asked, very seriously. “D’you want me to find this bastard and have a word?”

“No!” Fahjoth replied hastily. With reluctance, he took a deep breath and tried to swallow his anxieties, his gaze wandering down to his wrist as he rubbed it. There was no visible blemish, but somehow, he felt his wrist burning fiercely where the Dunmer had grabbed him. “It’s fine. It was probably nothing. Let’s just go to Vivec,” he added, “I could do with the walk, I think.”

It was clear from her expression that Ribyna didn’t believe him, but his tone of voice made it very clear that to question him further would only exacerbate the issue, and Ribyna relented. “Alright,” she said eventually. “But if you’ve got a problem, you can talk to me, okay?” 

“Yeah... I know. Thanks, Beebs.” Though he wanted nothing more than to confide in his twin, Fahjoth regretfully held back. He was alive, and that was the main thing; telling Cosades could wait until he got back. In his shaken state, he found it far too overwhelming to think about right now anyway, and so the two departed from Balmora and embarked on the considerable journey southwards to Vivec City.

[sotheywrotestories]

Disease

This fic is NOT related to Covid-19 or self isolation

Request: Lokixreader, reader is sick or injured from a mission. @dreams-of-feysand

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Sickness, quarantine (not Covid related), language

Word Count: 1,599 words (she thicc)

This fic was started before the Covid-19 outbreak and is in no way related to current events. If such events are too triggering or make you uncomfortable, please scroll ahead. Any sickness related material will be placed under a cut. 

Take care of yourself and check up on your friends, love you all

                                                            ***

(Y/N) was careful about missions. Always. And if she wasn’t, Loki was. He watched her back when he knew he should really be worrying about himself, but he couldn’t help it, she was so fragile, in his mind, he never wanted anything to happen to her.

But he would never let anyone know what his true feelings to her were. He treated her as though she was just another Midgardian scum and that he was far above her in every way possible.

He knew he could get away with treating her like shit at the compound because that’s how he treated everyone and if he treated her even slightly differently, people would question him. It’s just easier to treat her the same as everyone else.

On the field was different. He looked like he was just concerned about her well being because she is his teammate, it doesn’t look like it has anything to do with his real, true, and raw feelings for her.

He never expected a large enemy inside the compound. Not even a physical enemy. He’s beyond prepared to fight any intruder that dared to threaten the well being of anyone in the compound, especially (Y/N).

He was not, however, prepared when the entire wing (Y/N)’s room was tucked into was put under quarantine. It happened in the night.

Loki vaguely remembered hearing loud noises late at night, but it being a hallway away, he didn’t have a care. It was the next morning, when the hallway had a plastic tarp over it, a giant yellow biohazard warning on the zip door.

“What…,” Loki pointed half-heartedly at the impromptu wall.

“(Y/N) contracted some weird disease on the last mission, we had to put her under quarantine,” Tony sipped on his coffee. “We don’t know how it’s transmitted so we’re taking every precaution.”

“Is she okay?” Loki asks.

“It just looks like a common cold right now, but none of her tests are coming back with anything we know,” Bruce said. “We are just treating it like a common cold, but I suppose we’ll see as time goes on.”

“Well,” Loki swallowed the lump in his throat. “She was foolish enough to get sick.”

                                                          ***

Loki wasn’t concerned about catching this mystery disease. He’s a god. Certainly, some disease a Midgardian had couldn’t do anything.

He was worried about (Y/N) not doing well because of the disease. It slightly scared him that she had to be placed behind a sheet of plastic just because Tony and Bruce didn’t know what it was she had come down with.

But if it was just an alien cold? Even if it was just a cold would her mortal body be able to handle it?

So Loki poured himself into looking up every illness there was across the nine realms. Her symptoms developed rapidly from a runny nose to a headache and a stomach ache in between. Which helped Loki all of none, being since early every sickness had the same symptoms as any Midgardian cold.

“Brother,” Thor boomed. “I have returned from Asgard with the books you requested. I do not, however, understand your need for these books, they appear only be about sickness.”

“Yes, you buffoon, I’m being useful for once and seeing if I can try and figure out what illness plagues Lady (Y/N),” Loki snarled.

“She is the one you love,” Thor nodded.

“Excuse me?” Loki snapped his head up. “What did you say?”

“Oh, come now, Loki,” Thor tossed his hand to the side. “Anyone with two eyes can see how infatuated you are with Lady (Y/N).”

“…they can?” Loki paled. 
 Thor laughed, slapping a hand on Loki’s shoulder and leaving the library.

“You are not nearly as subtle as you think you are.”

                                                            ***

“I wish to see (Y/N),” Loki said, standing at the zipper door of the plastic hallway.

“No can do, reindeer games. She’s sick we can’t risk exposure,” Tony said absentmindedly.

“I cannot get sick.”
 “It’s not about you, Loki,” Bruce peered over his glasses. “It’s about whatever it is living on you and then finding its way out here.”

“I think I know what it is,” Loki finally turned to the science pair, glancing at Natasha tucked in the corner. “If I can be in the room with her, I can get a more accurate reading and perhaps rid her of this disease.”

Natasha laughed and sat a little straighter in her padded chair.

“Well, she doesn’t want to see you,” Natasha said. “She doesn’t want anyone to see her as sick as she is.”

“It bothers me not.”

Bruce sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Well, okay. If you’re so confident. But we’ll have to hose you down after and you’ll have to take every precaution.”

                                                            ***

Loki waddled his way into (Y/N)’s room in a big, yellow hazmat suit.

“I’m here to help,” he smiled slightly.

“Lokes,” (Y/N) smiled, her eyes tired. “What’re you doing here.”

“I just said, I’m here to help.”

Loki maneuvered a chair to sit next to her bed and awkwardly sat in the giant plastic bag.

“I don’t think you can help with this one.”

And the look of her did deter Loki just a bit. Her hair was a little less vibrant and her eyes dulled to what they used to be. And she looked weak. Like her body was fighting something she just couldn’t handle.

“It’s alien.”

“Yes.”

Loki nodded. “You know this.”

“I know that we don’t know what it is, so ergo, yes, I know it’s alien.”

They were silent.

“What if I used magic to fix it,” Loki suggested.

“We cannot use your magic as a catch-all for every problem we face.”

“What if this problem can only be solved with magic?”

(Y/N) squinted at Loki.

“How much research have you put into this, Loki?” (Y/N) asked.

“Enough to know that there is no solution here on Midgard, or, if we ever found one it would be far past hat your body could handle.”

(Y/N) heaved a sigh and lied back in her bed. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“I don’t want to have to depend on your magic to get better.”

Loki bit his lip, debating whether or not this was the right time to confess his true feelings for the girl.

“(Y/N),” he cleared his throat. She turned her head. “I care far too much for you for you to deny what I can do to help you get over this mystery sickness.”

(Y/N) met his gaze one more time.

“Loki I need you to be so sure of this that I’m not going to get hurt, that no one else can possibly get sick from whatever it is you plan on doing.”

Loki nodded. “I can promise, (Y/N). Whether or not Ic are about the rest of the team, I would never do anything to endanger anyone you care about.”

                                                          ***

Tony and Bruce joined the pair in their own hazmat suits, insisting they be present when Loki did whatever it was he thought could help (Y/N) get better.

“So what’s the plan here,” Tony plopped into a plastic chair.

“The plan,” Loki rolled his eyes, “is to use Seidr to move the virus from her body.”

“Where will it go?” Banner took notes on is StarkPad.

“Where would it be safest for it to go? Where can you send it, Lokes?” (Y/N) rasped from the bed.

“I can send it back to the planet it came from.”

“Do that,” Tony waved his hand, clearly done with the conversation that he started.

Loki nodded and looked back down at (Y/N), making sure she was ready for whatever it was he was about to do. He carefully removed the gloves from the suit and looked into her eyes.

“I believe in you, Lokes,” she sighed.

Oh, good, Loki thought. So if I mess up, that’s that, then.

Loki carefully grabbed her hands and focused his Seidr into taking all foreign substances from her body and sending them back to where they came from originally.

“You’re sure you don’t want any of this? For study?” He asked, his own eyes closing.

“No, we have what we need, we don’t want more of this around than necessary.”

It was a process all of fifteen minutes. By the end of it, (Y/N) already looked five times better.

“I feel so much better,” her body melted into the bed.

“You look better, Kid,” Tony stood up, smiling.

“All vitals are at a stable place.,” Bruce reported. “She’s virtually recovered.”

“Oh, good,” Loki ripped the mask off his suit, already tired of being confined to one bubble of plastic. “Now, you will feel like you just have a cold, so.”

Loki materialized a bowl of soup and a packet of tissues.

“I’m gonna leave, now,” Tony said, ripped the plastic off the walls. “You two��do what you do…Bruce? Wanna…get out of here.”

Bruce nodded, still tapping away at his pad and making casual observations.

“Soup?” (Y/N) laughed, her cheeks feeling hot.

“Is that not right?” Loki tore the rest of his suit off. “Wanda told me it can make mortals feel better.”

“Yeah, I mean, definitely just…wasn’t expecting you…to bring this, I guess.”

“I already told you, silly girl,” Loki rolled his eyes. “I care about you far more than I let on.”

"Well, (Y/N) took a slurp of soup. “I care about you, too.”

Though the sickness was scary, Loki couldn’t be more thankful for an opportunity to baby the one Midgardian he could more than tolerate.

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More Rowaelin firefighter au prompts: Rowan uses Aelin’s shower for some reason and Aelin overhears him singing in the shower and thinks that he has a lovely voice (and tells him that hehe)

All right my friends... I did not hold back on this. I was cracking myself up.

Materlist

~~~~~

When Aelin woke up she had a moment of panic when she couldn’t move. Then she realised why. 

Drunk Rowan had cuddled up to her while they slept. With him under her covers all barriers seemed to be removed and he had not only shifted over to her side of the bed but had also tangled his limbs with her held her against his chest.  

Aelin supposed she was not wholly innocent with her arm draped around his bare waist and her head on his chest. Aelin also supposed this didn’t feel too bad and may have laid there longer than she should have, relishing in the comfort of it. 

But Aelin had things to do. So as carefully as she could she extracted herself from Rowan’s embrace, grabbed some clothes and left the bedroom. 

~~~~~ Rowan struggled to open his eyes. He already could feel the headache building behind his eyes. He’d overdone it last night and thank the gods he didn’t have to work today. He stretched out and froze, remembering who’s bed he was in and froze. Opening his eyes he looked around and saw he was alone and resumed his stitching. 

When Rowan rolled over he saw a glass of water and a couple of aspirin on the bedside table, which he quickly downed. He felt like death and he needed a shower desperately. He got out of bed and looked down and saw he was wearing clothes that weren’t his. Confused Rowan just left the bedroom. Aelin was nowhere to be found. 

Rowan considered the walk to his apartment and it just seemed a little too far at the moment. He couldn’t function properly without a shower. So with Aelin out he decided he might just use hers then he’d be a human being again.

~~~~~ As Aelin entered her apartment she could hear the shower going. The space was so small it was hard to miss. She dropped her groceries on the kitchen bench and pulled out her prize find with a wicked grin. 

She was unpacking the rest of breakfast when she heard another sound. It started soft then got louder. 

“I just wanna take my time

We could do this, baby, all night,'Cause I want you bad

Yeah, I want you,”

Aelin stopped what she was doing to listen. Rowan was singing in the shower, and he wasn’t holding back either. 

“Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No chance

That I'm leaving here without you on me”

Gods, he was good. The deep baritone of his voice was full and velvety but there was slight huskiness to it. 

“I know

Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin'

Your plans and those

Slow hands

Fingertips puttin' on a show

Got me now and I can't say no

Wanna be with you all alone

Take me home, take me home”

Aelin stopped. Rowan had started to sing with renewed fervour. And his voice combined with the lyrics he was singing and the fact he was naked in her shower right now... Aelin suddenly felt a little too warm as his words conjured up certain images.

“Fingertips puttin' on a show

Can't you tell that I want you, baby, Yeah!Slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chanceThat I'm leaving here without you on me

I, I know

Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin'

Slow hands”

Rowan stopped singing and then turned the water off. The sudden silence had Aelin moving again, quickly getting breakfast on so it didn’t look like she’d been standing around listening to the naked man in the shower sing about sensually moving hands. 

~~~~~

After his shower Rowan felt like a person who was mostly alive. There was still a slight pounding in his head but it was bearable. Luckily, Aelin kept some spare towels under the basin on a shelf. 

He admired how well Aelin kept her apartment despite the less than desirable lodgings. But she had nice little touches here and there, knick knacks and decorations that made the place homey. Once he dried off he slipped on his borrowed pants and stepped out of the bathroom while drying his hair. 

He heard noises in the kitchen and stopped, pulling the towel from his head. 

“Oh,” Rowan said as he saw Aelin slicing something at the kitchen counter. She was dressed in a tank and leggings, her cheeks slightly flushed, he assumed maybe she’d gone for a run or something. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Aelin said with a smile that usually meant she was about to say something to provoke him. “Especially if it means I get my own personal concert. You have a very lovely voice.”

Rowan felt his cheek heat. “You heard?”

Aelin just nodded, grinning like a fiend. “I got a you a hangover breakfast if you’re interested.”

Aelin turned and put something in a pan that started sizzling. Bacon. Definitely bacon. Rowan debating the offer for a moment, whether he should stay or not. But then shrugged. Why not?

“Sure. Thanks,” Rowan started walking towards the kitchen. 

“You wanna put a shirt on, hot stuff?” Aelin quipped over her shoulder.  

Rowan’s face kept burn. He went to the bedroom picked up the tshirt he wore last night, it was a bit stale but it would have to do. When he came back out of the bedroom Aelin was still at the stove cracking eggs. Rowan sat on the stool at the bench.  

Aelin slid a spatula under the eggs to stop them from sticking. “It wasn’t that I minded. I was just being considerate of your modesty.”

Rowan huffed a laugh, “Thanks.”

The toaster popped and Aelin places the slices before she turned around to face him, eyes bright. “You’re welcome.”

Rowan stiffened. She was planning something. He knew it. Exactly what, he didn’t know. 

Aelin went about getting the rest of breakfast and Rowan just waited for the axe to fall. But Aelin just got out what they needed for bacon and egg sandwiches. When she was done there was toast, eggs, bacon, cheese, a few relishes and mushrooms set out on the bench. They made their sandwiches, working casually around each other as the got what they wanted from various plates. Aelin even came to sit beside him once she’d made hers. 

“This is great, thanks,” Rowan said after he’d taken a few bites. 

“Breakfast food I can do. My waffles are the best but not as satisfying as bacon and eggs after a night out,” Aelin explained. “Why were wasted last night anyway?”

Rowan finished his mouthful. “We had our fitness test yesterday. We all passed by miles, and I keep my 2 IC position.” 

“That’s great!” Aelin said. “You know I think that calls for dessert.” 

Aelin got up off her stool and went into the fridge and placed two green toffee apples in front of Rowan. He looked at them confused. 

“I used to love green toffee apples how did you -“

Oh. Oh holy rutting gods. 

Aelin was grinning like a cat who had trapped the mouse in her elaborate plan. Rowan’s face felt like it was on fire.  

You look yummy he’d slurred last night in his drunken state. 

Oh gods. 

“Um...” Rowan rubbed at his face.

Aelin hadn’t stopped smiling. 

“Would you know what else Drunk Rowan did?”

Rowan didn’t. He really didn’t. “No thanks,” he mumbled. 

Aelin unwrapped her toffee apple and licked it. “Mmm, yummy.”

Rowan put his head in his hands and Aelin cackled. Then she patted him on the head. 

“Alright. Alright. I’m done. Go home Sober Rowan. I’ll see you tonight.”

~~~~~

Slow Hands by Niall Horan was the song Rowan was singing.

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[shhh-no-ones-home]

hollywood horror chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ Request from anon "Comfort fic, him noticing it [depression] and being there or whatever comes to your mind. just a sweet fluff thing."

It's a little different, mostly what I would want when I'm feeling super depressed and shut off so I hope you don't mind. anyway thanks for requesting, i hope you like it.

Song: the haunting by as it is

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I sat on the couch and rocked back and forth. I couldn't find it in me to get up again so I'd been staring at the blank tv screen for a while. I looked down at my phone for a second and saw Chris's name pop up. I frowned at first thought, before picking it up. He had texted me asking if I wanted to do something today. It was almost his birthday and normally we went out but I wasn't sure I wanted to. Besides this probably wouldn't be what we did for his birthday, that I actually wanted to take time for but time was ticking. I texted him back to come over and I'd get ready, begrudgingly.

I walked slowly to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was grateful I had showered last night so all I had to do was brush my hair through. It didn't take long but by the time it was brushed out it was frizzy and I had grown to hate what I was wearing too. I sighed and walked quickly to my room, throwing on a flowy dress and my vans. I looked in the mirror again and debated whether or not I actually liked it. Then there was a knock on my door. Guess it was too late to change now. When I swung the door open Chris was standing in front of me with two movie tickets in his hand. He frowned at me for a second, lowering his hand.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

He stepped forward and wrapped me in a big hug, looking down at me.

"Don't lie to me y/n."

I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I'm fine Chris."

He squeezed me a little tighter.

"I know your not okay, but You will be when I'm done with you. I'm gonna turn that frown upside down for sure."

I raised a brow at him as he let me go.

"And how are you gonna do that?"

He grabbed my hand.

"Well for starters If we don't leave right now we'll be late."

He had the biggest smile on his face and was practically vibrating with excitement. I laughed a little at him before grabbing my bag off the floor and following him out to his car. I squinted at him, the sun in my eyes, before asking him what we were seeing.

"Get in and I'll tell you."

I rolled my eyes and did as told. He grinned at me, handing me the tickets amd pulling out of my driveway. When I read the title my eyes got wide.

"No way! I tried to buy these weeks ago and they were sold out."

He sent me a look before turning his gaze back to the road.

"Well I got them, I knew you'd want to go. I mean it's a new horror movie, who wouldn't? And Of course we had to go together."

I actually felt kind of excited now, we'd been talking about this movie forever. When we got to the theater he took his ticket from me and got out of the car, practically dragging me across the parking lot.

"Chris you're gonna take my arm off."

He let off a little bit.

"Sorry I'm just excited, I don't wanna Miss it. Plus I wanna see the commercials, the new James bond one is supposed to be playing."

I laughed at him as he held the door open for me.

"You and James bond."

He nodded at me.

"Yes me and James bond. I love him."

We stepped up to the ticket taker and handed them over.

"Theater ten to your left."

He said with a smile. We both thanked him and started in that direction. Then Chris stopped.

"Shit, I almost forgot."

I looked at him confused before he started walking towards the concession stand.

"Chris you just said we were gonna be late."

He sent me a look like I was crazy.

"First off yes we might be and second, something must really be wrong for you not to want an icee and pretzel bites. We always get them when we go to the movies."

I shrugged.

"Just not hungry I guess."

He sent me a look.

"We both know that's bullshit."

He stepped forward and ordered. I rolled my eyes at him as the guy behind the counter handed him two icee cups. He tried to hand me one but I was hesitant, I still wasn't sure I was up for it. He at least got me out of the house.

"Come on, if you don't drink it I will."

I sent him a look.

"Suit yourself."

I stood there, tapping my hand on the counter, watching as he stuck both straws in his mouth, drinking out of both of them. He made a face and nodded.

"Not a bad flavor combo."

Then he tried to hand me mine again and I took it this time.

"Fine, but you'd better let me try that first."

He handed me his cup and I did the same thing he did, sipping out of both straws at the same time. I made a gross face before swallowing hard.

"Yeah no, you can keep that."

He laughed at me as he took our pretzel bites from one of the theater employees.

"Come on, let's go or we'll miss it."

°°°°°°°°°

When the credits started rolling Chris and I both just stared at the screen. Our fingers were tightly interlocked and I wasnt sure I could actually get up yet. It was one of the scariest movies I'd ever seen and my heart was still trying to escape my chest. No wonder it sold out. Chris looked at me slowly and took a deep breath.

"Wanna go watch a kids movie now?"

I looked at him and let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah actually but I think we could go home to do that."

He nodded and we both stood up at the same time, not letting each other's hands go. As we walked out of the theater we just kind of looked at each other.

"That was intense."

I said, shivering. He squeezed my hand.

"Definitely."

I looked up at him.

"So, what series of cartoons are we watching when we get back to my place?"

He laughed at me.

"All of them."

°°°°°°°°°°

When we walked into my house I was quick to start moving all my stuff off my couch. I was so focused on not dying during that movie it had completely slipped my mind that I probably shouldn't have offered to go back to my place. i hadn't cleaned in a while.

"Sorry for the mess."

I said as I took all my stuff back to my room. When I came back out Chris was knelt in front of my DVD shelf.

"I don't mind, you know that. Besides, with how down you seemed earlier im sure you have good reason."

He kept flipping through, pulling Brave out. He held it up.

"I don't think I've seen this one yet, wanna watch it?"

I shrugged and plopped down on the couch.

"Aw mom, it's just mah bowwww!"

I said drawn out in a terrible accent and he laughed at me.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He turned the TV on and put it into he DVD player, coming and falling on the couch next to me with the remote in his hand.

"Is it good?"

He asked, skipping through the commercials. I nodded.

"I think so."

He wiggled further into the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and cuddling into me.

"So, now that we were scared shitless, and are watching something cute, how have you really been feeling?"

I looked up at him quizzically.

"What do you mean?"

He shifted.

"You looked so broken this afternoon when I picked you up. I didn't wanna pry cause I know sometimes getting you out and about makes you feel better but I kinda wanna know what was up. Now that you seem to actually be feeling better."

I frowned as he shifted next to me.

"Honestly I've been feeling a little stuck. Stuck in my own head and my own emotions. Every day is the same thing and I guess I feel better now cause you came and got me out of my rut. It was something different, something nice, no more of that groundhog day feeling."

He kissed the top of my head.

"You know I'll always be here to get you out of a rut right? You could have texted me when you first started feeling down and we could have gone and done something. ya know before it got worse."

I shrugged into him.

"Yeah but you always say that and I never follow through. You know that. I don't reach out, even when I need to most."

He ran his hand gently over my arm.

"You're right, and as long as you keep doing that, I'll keep showing up unannounced to drag you out of this house myself. if you wont make yourself feel better, i sure as hell will."

We both laughed a little.

"Thanks Chris, it really means a lot. You're the best friend I could ever even hope to ask for."

He offered me a small smile as he hit play on the movie.

"I'll always be here for you y/n, that's what best friends are for."

i hugged him into my side and he did the same.

"now, lets watch a girl turn her family into bears."

he looked down at me like i was crazy.

"im sorry, we're gonna what?"

i laughed at him.

"just watch the movie."

[mithranqueersmusings]

Before This Dance Is Through V

Chapter: 5/16

Rating: M (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Despite what John had suggested, Ringo didn't go back to The Helter Skelter the following week; he'd considered it when John sent him yet another late night text but ultimately decided it wasn't the best idea. Spike had been playing on his mind daily and Ringo wasn't sure he was prepared to face him again. Instead he focused on his drumming and searched for a few more students to teach, which were fairly easy to find. Usually Ringo enjoyed his time off, he understood he was lucky that he didn't have to work a 9-5 job just to get by, but recently he wanted his fill his time up as much as possible, to distract himself.

One of his new students seemed incredibly interested in him, they'd spent an hour just chatting in his living room before they'd even moved over to the drum kit. Ringo wasn't too fussed, he was getting paid by the hour so wasting time was beneficial to him but he didn't want to give the guy the wrong impression. He was a little bit older and attractive enough but Ringo simply wasn't interested.

"Why didn't you just go for it?" John had asked him when they next met up.

"I dunno..." Ringo mumbled, but a part of him knew very well.

He'd given the guy another lesson since then and it became clear that the guy's interest in him wasn't going away any time soon. Ringo felt bad about the whole thing, wasn't he just doing exactly what Spike was doing to him? He tried to act as professional as possible the second time around in attempt to get the guy to back off, considering he hadn't heard from him since he was hoping it had worked. What was wrong with him? Was he really going to make himself suffer like this all because of one guy? And not just any guy, a stripper who had shown absolutely no interest in him at all. It was ridiculous, he kept telling himself, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he had to get over Spike, he would still think about him every day without fail. Trying to distract himself with clients had been working somewhat, but it had been difficult, especially when his best friend was John Lennon.

       youre gonna love me

The text came through when Ringo was sat in a café getting some lunch. He'd finished with one of his younger students, a sweet girl who's parents had tried to convince her to try a more 'ladylike' instrument but she had promised only to give up the drums if she was awful; much to her delight, and Ringo's for being able to prove the stereotypical parents wrong, she was pretty good. Seeing her always put Ringo in a good mood, the parents mostly stayed away partly due to the noise but mostly due to disappointment, which meant they could joke around together. Ringo could tell she admired him and he welcomed it gladly, one of the best things about teaching was inspiring others, at least for him it was.

        do i not already?

        well yes         but youre gonna love me EVEN more

        what have you done

        well i happened to stop by the club last night

        oh god what did you do

        wow is that how little you trust me

        can you blame me

        suppose not         ANYWAY i got talking to paulie

        surprise surprise

        do you want the good news or not???

        fine fine sorry

        AS I WAS SAYING i was talking to paulie         and he told me that your special little someone has an onlyfans account

        first of all fuck you for calling him that         second of all wtf is onlyfans

        oh sorry i didnt realise you werent living in the 21st century

        ......         care to grace me with your knowledge?

        basically its a website where you can post exclusive stuff for ONLY FANS to see         its not a porn site or anything but its basically where people sell their nudes         MEANING spike has an account so you can totally see loads of raunchy filthy perverted pics of him

        but i have to pay?

        well weve all gotta make a living

        i can basically see him naked for free

        but this way you wont get all freaked out and embarrassed         well you will but nobody will know at least         so do you want the link or not???

Ringo paused for a few moments, he was gripping his phone tightly in both of his hands as he unblinkingly looked at John's words. If his mind was going to decide to make him suffer by enabling his intense interest in Spike, he may as well get something out of it.

        fine

        where are your manners richard??

        can i please have the link to the strippers nude photos please john please

        alright calm down         let me know if its worth while i might have a look

        idk if im even gonna look at it         paying for porn is a little dated

        treat yourself ringo         id offer to pay but im broke

        if youre broke why were you at the strip club last night?

        well SOMEONE had to go

        they really didnt

        im supporting my local economy

        i dont think thats how that works

        sure it is         anyway here you go

Ringo stared at the link for a while, his eyes even began to blur, he didn't want to risk opening it in public even though he knew there was little chance of anyone seeing. He finished his lunch in a hurry and headed home quickly, only when he was in the privacy of his bedroom did he dare open it. First he had to make an account, when he saw the screen loading up asking for an email address and password he just turned his screen off and put the phone down. This was far too much effort for something he shouldn't really have been doing in the first place. But it only took a few minutes for him to pick the phone back up and begin signing up, he used an old email as it felt less seedy that way and he didn't want to risk his name cropping up anywhere for Spike to see. Now he could load up the link properly and take a proper look at Spike's profile.

Just looking at the small profile picture was enough to startle Ringo a little, the dark eyes looking into the camera with that unreadable glimmer behind them. He was shirtless in the picture, Ringo wondered why that didn't catch his attention first, with the frame cutting off just before it showed anything too explicit. The header was a photo taken from the club, showing him in tight, leather pants and tassels on his nipples which matched the whip he held in his hand. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He'd spent so much time and effort trying not to think about this man, attempting to keep him out of his mind as much as possible. Ringo knew that if he went through with this all that progress would be lost, he'd be giving in to whatever strange obsession he'd developed for Spike, one that no doubt wasn't going to lead to anything good.

Ringo kept staring at the screen as though it was going to tell him what he should do. Spike's profile had no description, which wasn't very surprising, and it dashed any hope Ringo had of discovering something new about him. Right before he was about to put his phone down again, it vibrated.

        howd the wank go??

        john i dont care how long weve been friends asking how my wank was will always be weird

        youre right sorry         so how did it go???

        if you must know         i havent had a wank         i havent even paid for entry

        now whos the one being inappropriate??

        ha ha

        why havent you???

        feels weird

        oh i see         youll consume a bunch of unethical porn for free but god forbid you actually give sex workers any actual money

        you are the last person who can lecture me about unethical porn

        hey now watch yourself         ringo if you dont get a subscription I WILL

        go ahead

        and ill tell you every day what sexy sexy pictures hes posting         ill tell you EVERY SINGLE TIME i have a wank over them

        every time? i dont think youve got enough data for that

        im not joking

        neither am i         you wank A LOT

        ringooooo just buy it i swear to god         if its not worth it or you regret it or whatever ill give you the money back

        on top of the money you already owe me?

        have you always been such a capitalist

        youre not doing a very good job of convincing me

        fine         spikes cock         now are you convinced???

        maybe

        naked pictures of spike whenever and wherever you want them all for the low low price of 10 quid a month         convinced??

        fine fine         if itll shut you up

        im starting to think thats code for 'i really wanna do this but im too embarrassed to admit it'

        i hate you

        now that DEFINITELY code for 'john youre right'         anyway theres no time to be telling me how right i am all the time youve got dick pics to look at         even i wont stand in the way of a good wank         so dont bother replying to me until youve paid for that subscription young man

        im older than you

        DONT BOTHER REPLYING

Ringo let out a sigh and rested his head against the bedroom wall from where he was laying on the bed. He opened up the link again and his thumb hovered over the subscription button, why couldn't he just do it? The money wasn't an issue, it could've cost half as much or be double the price and he'd still be debating it all the same. Somehow it felt like an invasion of privacy, after all Spike hadn't told Ringo about it himself, but then again that didn't necessarily mean he didn't want Ringo to see it. After all it was like John said: everyone has to make a living somehow. Sometimes Ringo wished he could turn off that part of his brain that was so empathetic, so concerned about how everyone felt and what they were thinking. He knew that he wanted this, so why wasn't he allowing himself to have it? Ringo could see that he was being ridiculous, as he was with almost anything involving Spike, and after lying there for a while pondering and debating he decided to flip a coin. Heads would mean he got the subscription, tails that he didn't. He watched the coin spinning through the air after he flicked it upwards, then snatched it and slammed it down onto his forearm before slowly moving his hand away: it was tails. What a relief. Ringo chuckled to himself for being so foolish, settling down into his bed; it was still only around midday but he didn't have anywhere he needed to be.

So why didn't he feel relieved in the slightest?

This whole thing was getting tiring, the constant debate between what he believed he should do and what he wanted to do, and it seemed like it wasn't going to be ending anytime soon. Apparently he was in this for the long run, whatever that meant, but if he was going to turn down relatively attractive guys practically throwing themselves at him, he may as well go all the way. While he was putting in his credit card information, he stopped to think around three of four times, but once he'd finished and the images became accessible to him, his brain was barely able to conjure up a coherent sentence.

"Jesus..." Ringo breathed out as his eyes flicked across the plethora of pictures loading up on his screen.

There was a lot of them, and a lot of Spike was on display. Most of them were pictures taken at the club, either from a professional photographer in the audience or photos he'd taken himself in the mirrors backstage - Ringo could even see glimpses of Paul in the background of some of them. The ones that caught Ringo's eyes the most were those that seemed to be taken in his house, these also happened to be the ones in which Spike tended to be fully naked. It was very different experience to see him like this: a static image that he'd intentionally taken of himself and posted for so many people to see, an image that couldn't look back at Ringo and make him feel that strange mixture of excitement and shame. He began scrolling down the feed which only revealed more and more enticing photos. Ringo began to feel himself hardening, he suspected it had been happening for a while now but he'd been far too distracted to notice. He felt like a teenager discovering porn for the first time, it was difficult to remind himself that this wasn't anything new. Seeing Spike naked shouldn't have excited him so much, and yet it did.

One picture in particular drew Ringo's attention: Spike was stood in front of a bathroom mirror with a loose black tie lying against his bare chest, one hand was holding a phone and the other gripping his cock. He had dark eye make up on and his hair was messy. Ringo wasn't sure exactly what it was about this photo that was so enticing but he couldn't take his eyes off it. The prominence of his collarbones, the faint curls of his dark hair, how his slim fingers wrapped around himself. Slowly Ringo slid his own hand under the waistband of his boxers as he stared at the picture. At first he hesitated, his fingers stopped right above the base. It's not like this would've been the first time he'd touched himself while thinking about Spike, it would've been far from the last he imagined, but this was different. It was more concrete, more of an admission. Nothing felt quite as real when it's only being imagined, the haziness of lust fuzzing up the mind as it so often did, but now with a very real photo of Spike in front of him - which he'd paid to see - the feeling was far more tangible, far harder to ignore.

He'd come this far, he told himself as his hand sunk lower until his fingers were running along the length of his semi-hard cock, he may as well go all the way. To begin with Ringo stayed looking at this single picture as he slowly pumped himself, but as his lust began to grow he perused through more and more pictures: Spike kneeling naked in front of a mirror with a loose cigarette hanging from his lips, lying in the bath with bubbles only just about covering his nakedness, spread out on the bed with a gag in his mouth, handcuffs forcing his slim arms behind his back with his cock throbbing. None of this was anything Ringo hadn't seen before, like most people in this day and age he'd searched through the darker corners of the internet - sometimes willingly, sometimes John was to blame - but to see Spike in such a way was like an entirely new rush. Each picture drove Ringo further and further on, at times he almost dropped his phone with how sloppy his movements were becoming. Who took these photos? Ringo figured it was best not to think about it, the possibility that Spike had a boyfriend who took all these pictures of him would've been the quickest way to kill his erection.

Ringo began moaning and cursing wantonly as he got closer and closer to his orgasm, he had to stop flicking through the pictures because he could hardly concentrate on what his other hand was doing, so he settled on a final one to help him finish; it wasn't particularly strategic but he was definitely grateful that he selected the one that he did. In it Spike was looking directly into the camera, allowing Ringo to gaze longingly into the rich brown of his eyes and how his dark lashes curled beautifully around them. He was shirtless with nothing but a necklace on, the same necklace that Ringo had seen him wearing in the record store and Ringo couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction that he'd seen it with his own eyes, as though it meant something. Deep down he knew that it didn't but his inebriated mind was latching onto it. The nudity in the photo was hardly interesting Ringo by this point, although it would be wrong to say that he completely ignored the flatness of his stomach or the faint shadows of his ribs beneath his pale skin, it was the personal aspect which truly affected him.

This wasn't just lust. Lust Ringo could understand, he could compartmentalise it and give into it without much shame or a second thought. If this was just lust, he would've bought the subscription without a care and touched himself looking at the nakedness of Spike's body as though it meant nothing more than a way to get off. Yet here he was on the brink of orgasm looking into another man's eyes, eyes that felt like they were looking straight back at him as though they were sharing this moment together. It wasn't hard to imagine Spike's hand in place of his own, those deep eyes watching Ringo come undone piece by piece. Ringo's hip began to stutter, his leg twitching a little as he had to drop the phone down onto his lap as his head fell back against his pillow as his orgasm approached. It wasn't the image of Spike's naked body that filled Ringo's mind as he came, it wasn't his arse or his cock or even his chest, it was his face, his voice, it was him.

Ringo lay breathless on his bed for a while, the clarity that arrived as his orgasm subsided wasn't welcome in the slightest and he was reluctant to pick his phone back up to see Spike's eyes looking at him once again. There was no use in feeling ashamed about it, no point in trying to deny it any longer: his feelings for Spike were more than a mere passing fancy, that was clear. Exactly what he was meant to do about these feelings was far from clear but that wasn't something Ringo could figure out right now with cum on his stomach and the daylight seeping through his bedroom curtains.

When he'd picked up his phone he'd closed all the apps immediately, doing his best not to catch a glimpse of what he'd been so eagerly looking at before. Just as he was about to step into the shower to clean himself off, his phone buzzed; he almost couldn't hear it over the music he was blasting out. It alerted him for a moment as though it was going to be a message from Spike stating he knew exactly what Ringo had just done - it wouldn't have really surprised him had that been the case, Spike's face almost always looked like he knew something that nobody else did - but fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it was John.

        sooo how did the wank go

         who knows          but on a totally unrelated note im about to get into the shower

         well before you do that i have even more good news 

         can it not wait?

         NO because you might cum just at the thought of it and then youd be wasting a good shower

         well arent you considerate          and unnecessarily graphic

         thats me          anyway im taking you to the club next tuesday whether you like it or not

         im still waiting for the good news

         well if youd let me FINISH          next week theyre doing a special event and we just have to go          youll never guess what it is

         what is it?

         guess

         you just said ill never guess

         youre no fun

         WHAT IS IT

         alright alright keep your hair on          its a crossdressing event          high heels make up probably a few wigs all that good stuff

         im still waiting for the good news

         OH COME ON youre telling me you dont want to see spike in heels and fishnets with some lovely lipstick on

Ringo gulped. It wasn't a difficult image to conjure up his mind, considering he'd been staring at photos of Spike for the past twenty minutes and it excited him to say the least. He did want to see that, very much indeed.

[leftnipsdoodles]

with Eris coming back i wanna give some attention to Asher bc im Like That

specifically, the fact that he might very well be the person Eris referred to as her cousin back when they were both alive. and i’ll get to sth abt that in a second, but first, here’s what the lore regarding this person says:

Undelivered, lost.

Cousin, do you remember the streets of the Last City? Do you remember eating fresh red grapes and playing tag between the market stalls? You cannot. We grew, we died, we were reborn. But I remember. It is the one thing I know is true. You used to LAUGH. What manipulation of the fates has led us each to our own calamities? [Forceful, looping script.] I listen to Vanguard channels every day for news of your death. If and when that news comes, I will fly to you at once, no matter where I am and no matter what front I fight on. [Aggressive pressure, carved deep enough into the paper to tear it.] I swear it.

- lore entry ‘Letters’, presumably letters Eris wrote and tried to deliver to several different people

3. I submit to you now photographic and video evidence recovered from civilian family albums, historical archives, and extant Ghost recordings originally captured in the Last City. Behold, ERI-223: a child of the Last City, born to civilian parents in a mortal-Guardian integrated neighborhood. Behold, too, tiny VIP #1786—though he is almost more unbelievable than ERI-223, if you look at his smile. 

- lore entry ‘Forgeries’, dissecting and fact-checking the Truth to Power lore (in this case, confirming what Eris said abt her backstory in Letters)

i highlighted the contextually important parts here.

We grew, we died, we were reborn. -> Asher confirms multiple times that he’s never been to the Reef and goes above and beyond to distance himself from Reef Awoken. while this might mean he just died on Earth and doesn’t remember being at the Reef, it’s equally as possible he’s simply Earthborn.

You used to LAUGH. What manipulation of the fates has led us each to our own calamities? / [...] though he is almost more unbelievable than ERI-223, if you look at his smile. -> I used to think Toland was a good contester for being the person she talks about, since he’s also suffered a pretty bad(ass) fate like Eris, so she could be referring to him. But, we do know he’s still as... jovial, as ever. Asher on the other hand is known to be a big ol’ grump. The only time he does anything close to smiling is when he’s being condescending lol

I listen to Vanguard channels every day for news of your death. -> Eris obviously knows what’s going on with Asher’s ‘disease’. The first time we hear about him is in the grimoire where she visits him at the hospital while he’s in a coma after the whole Brakion thing. Toland’s already dead more or less but more importantly, the Vanguard wouldn’t report on him since he’s not affiliated with them because, yknow. He’s a ball. Asher on the other hand (heh) is specifically said to work under the Vanguard and his death would definitely have to be relayed to them.

now, the only reason i’m not 100% on all this is because, as always, the timeline in Destiny is a mess. I’ve talked abt it before but unless we get confirmation that Ghosts are able to revive someone at an age they never were (bc they died early or whatever), i dont see it adding up. Asher looks old, bruh. and he’s Awoken. we do know that while they do age outside of the Distributary, they do it at a much slower rate than humans. so for him to look this old, he must’ve been around for centuries before dying (since humans’ lifespans in this universe are already tripled). but the way the Awoken lore is written, it doesn’t sound like they have been on Earth long enough to warrant him ever getting this old before dying and being rezzed as a Guardian. and by his own admission, he’s been a Guardian long enough to see 6 different Hunter Vanguards come and go, which, while Hunter Vanguards change more quickly than the others, would still give us a rather long timespan. i will point out that all this COULD still add up, just because the timeline in Destiny has always been incredibly vague. so even if it doesn’t seem to add up now, the author’s intent would overrule any inconsistencies.

the other thing i want to put up for debate is the familial aspect of it, since I feel like these two being related feels ‘unbelievable’ (not that it has to be, but lbr). bear with me for a second, im gonna throw a lot of speculation at you but i hope you can understand that im doing my best to keep it in line with what we know: Awoken seem to face some sort of discrimination on Earth. 2 NPC lines hint at this: 1) ‘Who cares if he’s an Awoken? We’re in love, mom!’ 2) ‘I can’t believe it. I don’t mind that he was Awoken, but an artist? I mean, come on!‘ this is today, in a time where Awoken have been on Earth for a while. it was probably worse when they first got here, even tho in the lore, it is mentioned that generally the arrival of the Awoken was seen as something positive (since they came in a time of need, specifically to help. so not only were they seen as actual aid, but they also brought hope that not everything from outer space is here to kill humans). however, i’d say that especially in a day-to-day context, they would still be mistrusted. especially once they started banging humans. we all know how ppl react to outsiders ‘stealing’ things from them.

now, since we’re told that Eris grew up in a ‘mortal-Guardian integrated neighborhood’, when we know that most civilians outside of the Tower tend to be wary or even fearful of Guardians, i think it’s safe to assume she was born into a more ‘progressive’ environment. meaning it wouldn’t be a stretch for her to grow up around Awoken.

we don’t know for sure whether Eris is Awoken or just a Human with a very pale complexion (her being transformed by the Hive doesn’t help). either way, what I’m getting at with all this is that ‘cousin’ doesn’t have to be a familial term. ‘cousin’ is used by the Reef Awoken to refer to Awoken Player Characters (who, even tho it’s later hinted that we’re from the Reef ourselves, are presumed to be Earthborn by said Reef Awoken). ‘brother’/’sister’ is used as well.  if we think Eris is Human, her calling an Awoken kid ‘cousin’ would fit in with her being from an integrating neighborhood. (EDIT: we even have the lore mentioning humans as ‘cousins’ of the Awoken: ‘Those who left went to scour the ruins for lost history and give some succor to their Human cousins [...]’ -lore entry ‘Revanche V’) if we think Eris is Awoken herself, her calling another Awoken ‘cousin’ wouldn’t feel unusual either. on the other hand, there’s the untapped potential in Awoken-Human hybrids that are mentioned by the lore but just *clenches fist* never fkn explored. so her looking so different from him could have a number of explanations and doesn’t necessarily mean they’re not related. but like i said, i think the majority of us can���t see it lmfao

ANYWAY what im saying is that whether ‘cousin’ is meant literally or figuratively, it wouldn’t disprove the possibility of Asher being the cousin Eris mentions as part of her past.

so uhh, these are all my thoughts on the matter. feel free to tell me your own if you disagree or feel like adding sth!

[drawings-and-nightmares]

Blanket Forts and Frogs

Author/Writer/Whatever: Dreams Word Count: 1224 Quick Notes: Just some good platonic Smallsper, dudes Pairings: None, just some good platonic fluff!!!

Smalls was practically bouncing on their heels at this point, waiting for their best friend ever, Sniper, to arrive. The most amazing plan had been set into stone ages ago, and now they were both going to finally fulfill it. A blanket fort would be created, so big that it would basically covered the entire apartment. It had never been done before until now, and heck, if it wasn’t going to make world records, they didn’t know what would. They continued to gather pillows, blankets, sheets, and even their godang mattress, all for the sake of the best blanket fort to exist in complete and utter glory.

The buzzer beeped and they yelped, not really expecting it, despite knowing that someone was coming over. When Smalls realized who it probably was though, they frantically ran over to respond and open the door. They quickly wrapped their arms around Sniper, almost screaming out with laughter. Sniper, being the taller one, picked Smalls up and spun them around as she laughed, “Well hello to you too!”

Smalls laughed more, still hugging her, “Did you bring the stuff???”

Sniper smiled, and placed Smalls onto the ground, brandishing three garbage bags absolutely stuffed to the brim, “Of course I did! It isn’t gonna be the biggest blanket fort for nothing!”

Smalls smirked, and gestured around their living room, “Well then, let’s do this thing!”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, and dumped out the blankets and pillows that plagued the inside of the bags, “You ready?”

“Well, I should have some sort of purpose in this realm, so-“

Sniper sighed, “Are you saying that your whole purpose is to just build this blanket fort?...”

“.....Maybe….”

Sniper started to laugh again, “Jesus christ, Smalls….you’re too damn much sometimes-“

Smalls grinned happily, “Yeah, but that’s why we’re friends, right?”

She smiled, and sighed a bit, “Right. Now then….we were about to make a blanket fort, right?”

“A giant blanket fort, so be exact-“ They corrected, smirking a bit at Sniper.

Sniper just rolled her eyes and sighed, “Yeah, yeah. A giant blanket fort. The question is, how are we gonna wrap the blankets around everywhere?”

Smalls took in a breath to explain, but then was hit with the suddenness of, “I uh...didn't get that far, actually...maybe we just….heckin...tie them together???”

“So...you're suggesting that we...tie them?..How??”

They shrugged, “I mean like...we could also attach them to the walls and stuff with uh...duct tape??? Will that work???”

Sniper sighed, and started to just stand there, thinking for a moment or two, “...I mean...I guess it...technically would?...Do we even have duct ta-”

Smalls just held up two rolls of duct tape that they had somehow conjured. Sniper didn't question it much, and just took the rolls without asking anything that just might implode the world. Not for today, at least.

While Sniper was lost in thought, Smalls started to rock back and forth from heel to heel impatiently, “So….are we gonna use duct tape???? Or???”

She snapped out of it, “Huh?....Oh, yeah. This'll...hopefully work?...We might need a bit more duct tape, but hey, we’ll see where this goes, right?”

Smalls nodded happily, and they began the grueling task of taping the blankets’ ends to the wall, and trying to tie them all together in order to join up in the middle. You can imagine how unsuccessful this was, due to Smalls’ obvious lack of height.

Sniper sighed a bit, and grabbed the blankets, “Here. I'll put them up, and maybe you could get like, the pillows and mattress??? Does that sound like a good idea?”

They nodded in agreement, and immediately went off to find more pillows and blankets for their ultimate conquest. Smalls mostly flipped and flopped pillows and the mattress in random places when they found the supplies, but they also found a bunch of random fairy lights, so they hung them up on the ‘inside’ of the blanket fort, giggling a bit to themselves. Besides, all of the best forts needed so kind of light source, right?

Sniper, on the other hand, was still very busy with making sure that the blanket fort’s outsides wouldn't collapse. Luckily, she was both kind of tall, and somewhat clever, so there weren't any major problems or issues.

After a few hours, and yes, it did actually take that long, much to the two’s surprise, it was completed. Smalls was absolutely ecstatic, while Sniper was just glad to see her friend happy.

Smalls dashed off to their room, and grabbed their frog, Gnomeo Gregory Hilnon the Toag(Toad), or just Gregory for short. They placed the beautiful creature onto his own little pillow throne, and surrounded his kingdom with pictures of other frogs.

Sniper would’ve asked if she hadn’t known Smalls for all of her life already. In the meanwhile, she went to take pictures of the magnificent fort, because holy shit, it might actually be a record or something.

Eventually though, being bored with the picture taking, Smalls practically tackled Sniper, “Sniper!!! Wanna make some popcorn??”

She sighed in response, “More like I’ll make you some popcorn. Remember the stove incident?”

They continued to bounce, “But popcorn can be microwaved too!!!”

Sniper gave them an even blanker stare, “...Remember the microwave pancakes?...”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, those were delicious!!!”

“Mmm, yes, I love the taste of biohazardous pancakes-“

They huffed a bit, and puffed up their cheeks, “Can you please just make me some heckin popcorn????”

She smiled a bit, and ruffled their hair softly, “Yeah. Sure Smalls.”

With that, she went over to the stove. Despite the fact that the blankets were a serious fire hazard, she proceeded to make popcorn anyways. Of course, it got at least slightly burnt, but in her defense, she also had to watch out for the absolute embodiment of chaos, Smalls.

After taking out the popcorn though, she glanced around, and saw that Smalls was missing. How did they disappear in the span of a few seconds? Who knew.

However, Sniper crept around anyways, kind of debating whether or not to dump popcorn onto Smalls’ head when she saw them again.

She heard a creak behind her, along with the fizz of soda being opened, and threw the snack blindly. Sniper heard a small yell, and speak of the devil, it was Smalls themselves, holding two opened sodas with Gregory croaking on their shoulder.

Smalls crossed their arms as Sniper began to laugh, huffing under their breath, “Now that was just plain rude-“

Sniper snorted, “Oh yeah? What were you planning with those sodas, then?...”

“I was just going to...give them to you?...”

“Yeah. That’s a likely story.”

They looked away, and puffed their cheek out again. Sniper just smiled, and ruffled their hair again, “Come on. I’ll let you pick a movie to make it up to you. Absolutely any movie you want, we’ll watch. And that’s a pinky promise.”

Smalls looked up at her, a bit hopeful, “...High school musical?...”

She sighed, smiling even more, “High school musical.”

And with that, the two sat down on a complete mass of blankets and pillows, watching the complete trilogy of High School Musical, with Gnomeo Gregory Hilnon the Toag(Toad) by their sides.

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