#lets be real the whole thing kicked my butt

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Club 11:59

"It refers to the Doomsday Clock. You know, 11:59?"

For @bluetrekker12 and anyone else who might enjoy. Inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/bluetrekker12/775117674569170944/id-really-like-a-fam-margo-x-sergei-mug-and-one?source=share

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Route To Sin - Eddie Munson

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Summary: eddie decides to go on a roadtrip with you to visit your sister in vegas, when you stop at a themed motel on the way, things quickly take a filthy turn.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: my first eddie munson fic!! i’ve loved this man for two years, i just finally decided to put it on paper lol, please let me know what y’all think!!

TW: dom!eddie, slight brat tamer!eddie, reader has a sister, drug use (weed), food mention, marriage talk, dacryphilia, breeding kink, daddy kink, bathtub sex, oral fixation, unprotected sex (don’t do this), creampie, cowgirl, mirror sex, degradation (brat, whore), porn mention, spanking mention, pet names (doll, babydoll, sweet girl, sweetheart, angel), hair pulling, fem + afab reader, reader gets slightly insecure at the end

Rating: R, 18+

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A waft of earthy smoke billowed from the open driver’s side window, the familiar smell pulling Eddie’s attention back to the van. You knelt on the bench seat, body stretched across the expanse of the front cab to rest your folded arms against the edge of the window frame, silently watching your boyfriend pump gas. The last of the joint you’d been passing back and forth dangled limply between your pointer and middle finger, careful to avoid dropping the simmering butt and accidentally lighting the whole place up.

“If you keep blowin’ that roach shit my way I’m gonna leave you here.” That signature sarcasm rang heavy in his tone, canines peeking out from under his top lip with the smile he flashed at you.

He shut the fuel door, grabbing the roach out of your hand before snubbing it out against the heel of his boot and tossing it into the ashtray on top of the nearest trash can.

“I gotta go in to pay, do you want anything?” He fumbled with his wallet, pulling the wad of crumpled bills out of the worn leather.

“Get me a slice?” You asked, tilting your head toward the neon in the window that read ‘Pizza: Hot To Go’ in blinking red letters. He nodded, hitting a light jog into the convenience store, wallet chain slapping against his thigh with every step.

When you suggested a roadtrip to visit your sister in Nevada, you hadn’t fully taken into account how long you’d need to be in the van. Hawkins to Vegas wasn’t exactly a short trip, two thousand miles to be exact, and as much as you loved spending time with Eddie, the old, worn out seat of his van was starting to make your tailbone ache. Being 16 hours into a 28 hour drive had you feeling more stressed out than usual, you definitely needed to sleep in a real bed tonight if you hoped to get any relief before your big weekend in Sin City.

Eddie came bounding across the cracked pavement, pizza box in hand and you perked up, his goofy smile illuminated by the final sliver of dusk and the dingy glow of the old gas station sign above.

“I got a whole pie, Rick wasn’t fuckin around when he said that new stuff would make you feel like you’re starving.” He yanked open the door, the metal creaking loudly on its rusty hinge. You took the box from him, setting it on the bench between you as he hoisted himself into the driver’s seat, starting up the van to continue your journey.

“Eddie, can we stop at a motel tonight?” You asked, opening the box to lift a piece of pizza out, folding it down the center and bringing it to his face.

“M’not sure if there’s anything on the way, but we can stop if we see something, doll.” He turned his head, keeping his eyes on the road through his peripheral as he took a bite from the slice in your hand.

‘Welcome Home (Sanitarium)’ by Metallica blared through the speakers either side of the van’s tape deck, vibrations from the heavy bass flowing through the vehicle and melding with the warm haze your high pulled over your mind, your body relaxing into the stained upholstery of the seat. You kicked your bare legs up onto the dashboard, white lacquered toenails pulling Eddie’s eyes off the road briefly. His gaze shifted down to your ankle, then your calf, then landing on your plush thigh, your soft skin peeking out from under your short pajama shorts.

“Eddie, there!” You pointed toward the sign glowing overhead through the dirty windshield, reading ‘Heart’s Desire Motel’ in faded letters atop a large metal heart. His attention was quickly pulled away from your soft skin, pulling the van off the highway and into the small parking lot. The place was quaint, baby pink paint peeling from the siding, with an old ‘vacancy’ sign blinking in the window of the front office. You pulled your sandals on and jumped out of the van, slipping Eddie’s jacket over your shoulders to shield your bare arms from the chill in the night air. Eddie followed quickly behind, catching up to you with ease as you reached the front door.

A small bell rang when you pulled open the office door, the only source of light in the small room being a desk lamp situated behind the front counter. You waited for a moment, hearing a ‘be right with you!’ called from an adjoining space.

“How can I help ya darlin?” A sweet older woman emerged from a back storage space, setting some paperwork down and taking her place behind the counter.

“Can we get a room for the night?” You asked cheerily, excited to finally lay down on something that wasn’t a blanket in the back of Eddie’s van. She smiled and nodded, flipping through the room log book, and you took the opportunity to glance at your surroundings. The walls were the same light pink as the exterior, with heart and cupid motifs scattered across them to really hone in on the theming. The kitchy aesthetic was endearing, a reminder of the bygone honeymoon resorts of the 60’s.

“All our double twin rooms are booked for the night so we only have single queen rooms available, is that alright?” She looked between you and Eddie, knowing her question may as well have been rhetorical.

“That’s actually preferred, it’s our wedding night.” Eddie lied to the woman, a shiteating grin stretched across his face when you turned back to him and shoved his shoulder.

“Well in that case I’ll put you up in our honeymoon suite! It’s not much different from our standard rooms, but there’s a heart shaped tub for you two lovebirds to enjoy.” Her face lit up with the sweetest smile and your heart melted, guilt sitting low in your chest knowing it was a lie. You didn’t have the heart to tell her or question why she’d believed it given the way the two of you were dressed, but you shrugged it off, just happy to be able to finally relax.

You took the key from her as Eddie handed her the cash to pay for the room, twirling it between your fingers, a red keychain etched with the same logo as the overhead sign on one side and the room number above a small heart on the other. Eddie shoved his wallet back into his pocket, his arm wrapping around your waist to usher you out of the main office, calling out a ‘thank you’ as you left.

“What the fuck was that?” You grabbed your bag from the back of the van, shooting him a death glare only to be met with that ridiculous smirk he so loved to taunt you with.

“What, you don’t wanna be my bride?” He faux pouted, dark waves falling in his face as you reached for his bag. You over-exaggeratedly rolled your eyes, starting to walk toward the room.

“Guess it’s the atmosphere of this place getting to me, babydoll.” He slammed the door of the van, jogging to catch up with you as you started putting the key in the door lock. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment from how that little nickname made your heart want to burst out of your chest, Eddie always knew exactly how to push your buttons in the best way and this was no exception.

The sight that greeted you beyond the door was like something out of a 70’s porno, wood paneled walls framing crimson velour window trimmings, a matching velvet comforter sprawled across the queen bed. Two poorly painted angels sat perched atop the heart shaped headboard, like prying eyes seeing every depraved act carried out on the altar below. Sure enough, at the far end of the suite was a heart shaped jacuzzi tub, tiled steps leading up and mirrors lining the walls of the corner it was tucked into.

You dropped your bag on top of the mahogany dresser across from the bed, and as you turned on your heel to shut the door behind Eddie, you couldn’t help but burst into a small fit of laughter at the cross hanging above the door frame. The idea that anything happening in this sex den was god-honoring was definitely scoff-worthy.

“What d'ya say we put that thing to use? My back is killing me and I bet those jets would feel killer.” Eddie’s fingertips dug firm indents into the flesh of your hip, a not-so-subtle indication of what his intentions were for the night.

“Whatever you want, daddy.” You winked, taking a step forward until his large hand gripped your forearm.

“What did you just call me?” He questioned, brow quirked in curiosity.

“It’s our wedding night, remember? Don’t you wanna start a family?” Your tone was playful but truthfully something about this place was stirring a feeling so raw inside of you that you weren’t kidding in the slightest.

“If you keep that up you won’t be able to walk in the morning.” Eddie released his grip, slapping your ass as you walked away to turn on the faucet for the tub.

“Won’t need to anyway, I’ll be sitting in your shitty van for 12 more hours.” You knew exactly how to push his buttons, and insulting any of his women (his guitar, his van, and you) was the quickest way to do so.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” He half-snapped at you, digging through his duffle bag in an ill-fated attempt to stop himself from watching the way you wiggled your ass while you bent over the side of the tub, watching the waterline rise.

“What are you gonna do, spank me?” You found yourself deliberately arching your back toward to accentuate the curve of your ass, hoping with every fiber of your being he’d stop what he was doing and manhandle you a little.

“Only if you don’t stop with the bratty attitude.” He glanced over at you and immediately dropped the shirt he was pretending to fold back into his bag, finally giving up on his resistance and approaching you from behind, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your bare thighs. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your pj shorts and underwear, roughly yanking them down to expose your ass.

“Gotta get you outta these if we’re gonna take that bath.” His tone had returned to that lighthearted sarcasm that you loved to hate, and you almost let yourself sink back against him. Instead, you stood upright again, taking the hem of his tattered Iron Maiden shirt in your grip and lifting it up his torso until he pulled it the rest of the way over his head.

Just as he reached to do the same to your tank top, you turned away and reached for the tap again, putting a stop to the stream of running water. He gripped your waist, pulling you back against him before pulling your tank over your head, leaving you fully naked.

“Get in.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver up your spine that had goosebumps rising over your skin. Maybe it was your residual high, or the lovesick atmosphere of your surroundings, but everything felt heightened, your skin more sensitive, his presence behind you more intimidating, his voice more intoxicating.

You ascended the short step and sunk into the bath, the water level rising to not quite cover your chest as you laid back into the left arch of the heart. Eddie watched your every move, eyes glued to your hips to drink in the way your form shifted with every step. He made quick work of removing his jeans, letting the stiff denim pool at his feet as he watched you settle in, your gaze drifting to the waistband of his plaid boxers. He pulled them down at an almost agonizing slow pace, exposing inch after inch of his semi-hard shaft to your waiting eyes until his cock sprung free, the sheer weight of him causing his length to slap against his upper thighs.

You absentmindedly pressed your thighs together, trying to dull the ache between them to no avail. You never truly got used to seeing him fully naked, blushing like a naive virgin every time you had the privilege of seeing him like this. The muscles of his thigh flexed as he took the step up to level with the lip of the tub, towering over you before sinking into the water beside you. He was an Adonis, all toned muscle under a tender layer of plush tissue that made for the perfect sleeping partner, strong and comforting all the same.

“Come here, doll.” He patted his thigh, the water swaying with the movement alongside the low hum of his voice. You rose to your knees, floating to the other side of the tub and straddling his lap, your core sitting dangerously close to his cock. His hands found your hips, calloused fingertips digging into your soft skin with a squeeze before gliding up your sides, his thumbs ghosting over the sides of your breasts almost teasingly while he admired the way water droplets dripped down over your nipples.

“Always so gorgeous.” He groaned, strong hands finally encompassing your breasts, kneading tender flesh as his rough palms gave your stiff peaks the friction they desperately craved.

His touch lit a fire within you, and as much as the way that he looked at you with such admiration made your heart melt, your need was becoming more and more unbearable by the second. You shifted forward, rubbing your folds over the length of his shaft with a hunger, desperate for stimulation.

Before you knew it he had dropped his grip from your chest, threading a hand into your hair to yank your head softly back, drawing a gasp from your throat.

“Did I tell you you could move?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side and raising his eyebrow. He couldn’t help his sarcastic nature, it just came so naturally to him, and knowing that he had such an immense effect on you gave him the ego boost of the century. You shook your head as much as you could given the grip he held on your tresses, and choked out a soft ‘no’ in response before clearing your throat.

“I-I think I deserve some relief after being in the van all day.” You tried to put up a fight, not quite done riling him up, but your tone was quickly losing all conviction and Eddie could see you slipping further into desperation.

“You don’t deserve anything, you’ve been a pampered little passenger princess for 16 hours while I’ve done all of the work to get us here.” He yanked your hair back even further, craning your neck to look up at the baby pink popcorn ceiling. The sting in your scalp brought tears to your eyes, the liquid breaching your waterline leaving dark mascara trails down your cheeks in its wake.

“You’re being awfully bratty, doll, where’d my sweet girl go?” He cooed, free hand cupping your cheek as he loosened his grip ever so slightly to allow you to look at him.

“I’m sorry Eddie, I’m just so sore.” You sniffled, tears still falling from the shame the disappointment in his tone made you feel.

“Don’t cry baby, just need you to listen, okay?” He dropped his grip on your hair, both hands cupping your face, looking lovingly into your glazed eyes. You could feel his cock growing beneath you, the sight of dark makeup running down your tear stained face serving as the perfect aphrodisiac. He adored seeing you all messy like this, his perfect angel looking like a filthy whore, only for his eyes to see.

“Think we can both get some relief tonight if you’re good, can you be good for me?” You frantically nodded your head. “Yes, I promise!” Your enthusiasm made him laugh low in the back of his throat, that goofy smile returning to his face.

“Need you to use your words and tell me what you want, can you do that?” His tone held sickly sweet condescension and you could feel yourself slipping into that mind numbing headspace, wishing he could just slip into your mind for a moment and see all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you.

“Need you inside, please.” Your words came out barely above a whisper and he knew he wouldn’t get too much more out of you before you devolved into a mewling mess, too lost in your own mind to articulate your thoughts, but he couldn’t help but play with you a little longer.

“Inside where, sweetheart? Here?” He mused, bringing his free hand to your mouth, pointer and middle fingers prodding at your parted lips. You quickly took them in, sucking softly on his digits as you shook your head no, oral fixation too strong to pass up the opportunity to have any part of him in your mouth.

“If that’s not what you want then you need to tell me, don’t be greedy.” He pulled his fingers from your lips with a pop, his tone falling an octave. Your eyes widened, nodding in acknowledgment, willing to do anything to please him at this point.

“I-I need you down here, please.” You took his wrist in your shaky hand, guiding him down to dip into the warm water, lifting your hips slightly so his hand could fit in the tight space between your bodies, pressing his fingertips to the tight ring of muscles at your entrance. You stopped, releasing his wrist, not wanting to break any unknown rule and let him take the reins from there. He brought the heel of his palm up to rut firmly against your clit, drawing quiet whimpers as you did your best to stay still.

“What do you want here, doll? My fingers, or something else?” He teased, dipping two of his fingers inside only up to the first knuckle, the slight stimulation almost torturous as he scissored his fingers inside, stretching open the first inch of your cunt.

“God, something else, please.” You sighed, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“What then?” He stopped his movements, withdrawing his hand and you groaned from the lack of friction.

“Your cock, Eddie, please just let me ride you.” You swore you were trying to be good, but you were starting to feel like you’d lose your mind if you didn’t get the stimulation you were in desperate need of and you didn’t care how impatient you sounded.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” He laughed, his hands gripping your hips to guide you up just enough for his cock to stand upright in the water, the tip bumping against your weeping cunt. “Whenever you’re ready, babydoll. You want it so bad, you’re gonna do the work.”

You took his hint, bringing your hand beneath you to grip his member, finally sinking slowly down onto him until you could feel him in your stomach, the all too anticipated stretch making you cry out in relief after his teasing. He groaned, running a hand through his curls as he settled back against the edge of the tub, watching you start to slowly grind your hips, just feeling how full he made you feel.

After a few minutes you lifted your hips once more, starting a steady pace bouncing on his lap, the head of his cock rubbing against the tender patch of nerves deep inside your cunt, velvety walls engulfing him with every movement. The water surrounding you started to roll like waves, splashing against the sides of the tub, threatening to spill out onto the tile surrounding it. You took notice, slowly your movements to lessen the potential mess, and Eddie sighed.

“We’ll clean it up later baby, just let go.” He reassured you, secretly just as desperate as you were to get off. He didn’t care about a little clean up, let alone wiping some water off the floor.

You were hesitant but returned to your previous pace, angling your hips back to really allow his cock to hit the sensitive place inside you, euphoria slowly building in your core. Your gaze slowly shifted from his face and when you caught the sight of yourself in the mirrors surrounding the tub you gasped, the lewd image of your makeup stained face and your tits bouncing with every movement of your hips was something almost pornographic, really living up to the atmosphere of the room.

Eddie caught where your eyes had shifted to and groaned, throwing his head back to properly watch you get off to your own reflection.

“Look at yourself, bouncing on my cock like a desperate whore, making such a mess.” His hand came down to press against your lower stomach, his thumb rubbing quick circles over your clit until you were a moaning mess, your thighs burning with the almost brutal pace you were now maintaining.

“Want you to make me a daddy.” He moaned, his breaths becoming more labored. His statement broke you from your trance, your gaze falling back to his as you searched his eyes for any hint of sarcasm, but you found none, he wasn’t kidding.

“Can I knock you up, babydoll?” He reiterated the sentiment, increasing the pressure on your clit and feeling you pulse around him, your orgasm dangerously close.

“I need an answer before you or I can cum sweetheart.” He was panting, straining to prevent himself from finishing, and you did everything you could to pull yourself together enough to answer.

“Yes, Eddie, please!” You maimed, tears threatening your waterline from how close you were to the edge.

“Say it.” He groaned, locking eyes with you one last time.

“Please cum inside me daddy, please!” You cried out, tipping over the edge with one last slam of your hips, pleasure rolling over you in tandem with the waves of the water around you, your walls contracting over and over around him until his warmth spread throughout your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against you until the aftershocks stopped wracking your body, relaxing on his lap.

“You okay angel?” His voice was strained but sweet as ever, always concerned about your wellbeing above anything else.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, smiling silently against his neck.

Once you were fully recovered, you raised off of him, both of you wincing at the loss momentarily before sinking under the now lukewarm water for one final rinse. You began to step out, Eddie right behind you to grab your waist when your foot almost slipped out from under you because of the slick tile.

“Careful babydoll, don’t want you to slip.” He held you firm as you stepped down, making sure you were safe on the ground level before following you out, handing you one of the fresh towels from the pile next to the tub. He wiped up the excess water off the ground as you dried yourself off, and you didn’t know if it was the cold air or the rational part of your brain turning back on, but something started to eat at you as you watched your boyfriend dry himself off.

“Is it okay that I called you that?” The worry in your voice almost made Eddie’s heart break into a million pieces, and he quickly wrapped the towel around his hips before taking you into his arms.

“I loved it, babydoll, I promise I would tell you if I didn’t.” He smoothed your hair away from your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“How about we put on our pajamas and turn on a movie.” He smiled down at you, waiting for your approving nod before going to your bags on the dresser and pulling out your second pair of pj’s. He helped you into them before pulling on his own old band shirt and fresh boxers and crawling into the gaudy bed with you, cuddling up to watch whatever cheesy horror flick was airing on late night tv.

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I hold my stance on the fact that Maddie and Chim know about Buck's feelings for Eddie. You only have to rewatch 7x04 to realise how they know more than they let out. We all know how Maddie probably has an idea about how Buck feels from the "Boy Crush" comment back in season two. Well, the comment goes hand in hand with Chimney's : "I am your basketball beard. I feel so bonded" Specially when we take into account how he didn't know about how Tommy and Buck would end up being a thing. The comment is directed at Eddie's persona in relation to Buck's actions. And in both situations Buck doesn't deny it.

Not to mention, Buck can't help but overshare, and he is so transparent with Maddie that he straight up confessed to want Eddie's attention this whole time. Only to misdirect his feelings later on in the episode because it just made sense that he harbored those feeling for Tommy the gay guy, than Eddie the 'straight guy' who also happens to be his best friend. —Tommy also was the one who showed up at his doorsteps and kissed Buck. So at that time it only made sense for him that 'Oh, yeah. Maybe I do like this guy.' If you guys are wondering what moment I'm referring to (Buck confessing to wanting Eddie's attention) this happens after Buck tragically sprains Eddie's anckle. He visits Maddie at dispatch to say the following: "I was pissed, you know. seeing him and Tommy become such good friends after only two weeks. I felt left out, and I guess I was trying to get his attention." Referring to Eddie's, in no moment of their conversation do they insinuate Tommy being the one that Buck has his attention set on.

"But you don't like basketball."

"I know. But now he's going with Tommy, and he's got it circled."

Buck goes out of his way to include himself back in Eddie's life in places where he wasn't before because he feels that Tommy is taking all that empty spaces he's left. All his actions are directed towards Eddie, which he is conscious of at the beggining that it is about Eddie. But at some point in the episode his feelings get mismatched and the lines blurr between the two guys who are very similar to the other. Buck becomes an unreliable narrator of his own emotions, which happens somewhere between Maddie's and his conversation at her house and spraining Eddie's ankle.

"Acdording to Christopher he's already been over three times. Eddie just met the guy like two weeks ago. Christopher thinks he's 'so cool'." I would like for everyone to notice the emotional distance between Tommy and Buck from his point of view, seeing in his monologue as he refers to Tommy as 'this guy' or 'he'. Doesn't bother to clarify who he's talking about, and the impersonal reference alludes to how little Buck actually thinks of the guy up to that point (his real thoughts slipping through). The only time he refers to Tommy by name is when he's mentioning Eddie's basketball game to show where his distress falls.

"My point is he's made an impression in a very short time." Buck is so afraid of being replaced by some guy who happens to do something cool, he doesn't even realise how hypocrital it is for him to say certain things such as this one. Considering, as we all know, how quickly acquaintance Eddie and Buck became and how quick Christopher took a liking on him. It got me thinking about how Buck must've felt like he had to work for it (introducing Carla) to be let in, and how easy Tommy's got it. And that's when the thought of how easy he is to remplace starts to kick in, where the feelings start getting misplaced.

"Get this. He said he agreed Revenge of the Sith is superior to Return of the Jedi. I mean maybe it's just me butt I don't think you lie to a child just to ingratiate yourself." Once again he shows how worried he is about being replaced, specially in Christopher's life. Buck speaks like a protective mother. And once again we've got the indirect despectiva speech; Tommy isn't just Tommy he is some guy who is trying to make himself look cool to be liked and take his place.

I have to mention again the " But now he's going with Tommy, and he's got it circled." Because not only does Buck say it once, but twice during : " Eddie on his fridge has a day calendar. Under take-out menu Thursday,"B-B-P-U-W Backlash Tommy. And it's circled". "

It's always been about Eddie and how Buck feels that Tommy is taking his place. And then later when Tommy kisses him after he says he was trying to get his attention because yeah that makes sense because he can't possibly like Eddie romantically and so intensely. That is his best friend, his straight best friend at that. So he throws it at the nearest guy who is going to actually reciprocate–most likely. Its easier to convince himself to like Tommy, than it is to like Eddie and potentially ruin his friendship. (Let's not forget how even him being with Tommy later on was about Eddie and how he would react to Buck liking men.)

Back to Chim, there's also the scene when with Maddie they were discussing children right at the beggining of their relationships. They ask each other if they're the only people without kids that they know. It takes a second until they think of Buck. Because Buck is so integrated into the Diaz family, that it's impossible to think of him without Christopher tailing behind also.

Maddie and Chim absolutely know, or at least suspect about it.

[scientia-rex]

Because my most popular post is about weight loss and how it's a crock, I get a lot of questions about various things, including bariatric surgery--just posted the link to the post I did about that--but also Ozempic/Wegovy, the once-weekly injectable semaglutide medication that was developed for diabetes but was found to have independent benefits on weight loss.

I always said that weight loss was like Viagra: when a medication came along that actually worked, it would explode. We'd all hear about it. Fen-phen in the 90s worked, but it was bad for your heart. Stimulants, like meth, may cause weight loss, but they do it at the cost of heart health, and raise your likelihood of dying young. Over the counter weight loss supplements often contain illegal and unlisted thyroid hormone, which is also dangerous for the heart if taken in the absence of a real deficiency. Orlistat, or "Alli," works the same way as the Olestra chips Lays made in the 1990s--it shuts off your ability to digest fats, and the problem with that is that fats irritate the gut, so then you end up with fatty diarrhea and probably sharts. Plus Alli only leads to 8-10lbs of weight loss in the best case scenario, and most people are not willing to endure sharts for the sake of 8lbs.

And then came the GLP-1 agonists. GLP stands for glucagon-like peptide. Your body uses insulin to make cells uptake sugar. You can't just have free-floating sugar and use it, it has to go into the cells to be used. So if your body sucks at moving sugar into the cells, you end up with a bunch of glucose hanging out in places where it shouldn't be, depositing on small vessels, damaging nerves and your retinas and kidneys and everywhere else that has a whole lot of sensitive small blood vessels, like your brain.

Glucagon makes your liver break down stored sugars and release them. You can think of it as part of insulin's supporting cast. If your body needs sugar and you aren't eating it, you aren't going to die of hypoglycemia, unless you've got some rare genetic conditions--your liver is going to go, whoops, here you go! and cough it up.

But glucagon-like peptide doesn't act quite the same way. What glucagon-like peptide does is actually stimulating your body to release insulin. It inhibits glucagon secretion. It says, we're okay, we're full, we just ate, we don't need more glucagon right now.

This has been enough for many people to both improve blood sugar and cause weight loss. Some patients find they think about food less, which can be a blessing if you have an abnormally active hunger drive, or if you have or had an eating disorder.

However, every patient I've started on semaglutide in any form (Ozempic, Wegovy, or Rybelsus) has had nausea to start with, probably because it slows the rate of stomach emptying. And that nausea sometimes improves, and sometimes it doesn't. There's some reports out now of possible gastroparesis associated with it, which is where the stomach just stops contracting in a way that lets it empty normally into the small intestine. That may not sound like a big deal, but it's a lifelong ticket to abdominal pain and nausea and vomiting, and we are not good at treating it. We're talking Reglan, a sedating anti-nausea but pro-motility agent, which makes many of my patients too sleepy to function, or a gastric pacemaker, which is a relatively new surgery. You can also try a macrolide antibiotic, like erythromycin, but I have had almost no success in getting insurance to cover those and also they have their own significant side effects.

Rapid weight loss from any cause, whether illness, medication, or surgery, comes with problems. Your skin is not able to contract quickly. It probably will, over long periods of time, but "Ozempic face" and "Ozempic butt" are not what people who want to lose weight are looking for. Your vision of your ideal body does not include loose, excess skin.

The data are also pretty clear that you can't "kick start" weight loss with Ozempic and then maintain it with behavioral mechanisms. If you want to maintain the weight loss, you need to stay on the medication. A dose that is high enough to cause weight loss is significantly higher than the minimum dose where we see improvements in blood sugar, and with a higher dose comes higher risk of side effects.

I would wait on semaglutide. I would wait because it's been out for a couple of years now but with the current explosion in popularity we're going to see more nuanced data on side effects emerging. When you go from Phase III human trials to actual use in the world, you get thousands or millions more data points, and rare side effects that weren't seen in the small human trials become apparent. It's why I always say my favorite things for a drug to be are old, safe, and cheap.

I also suspect the oral form, Rybelsus, is going to get more popular and be refined in some way. It's currently prohibitively expensive--all of these are; we're talking 1200 or so bucks a month before insurance, and insurance coverage varies widely. I have patients who pay anything from zero to thirty to three hundred bucks a month for injectable semaglutide. I don't think I currently have anyone whose insurance covers Rybelsus who could also tolerate the nausea. My panel right now is about a thousand patients.

There are also other GLP-1 agonists. Victoza, a twice-daily injection, and Trulicity, and anything else that ends in "-aglutide". But those aren't as popular, despite being cheaper, and they aren't specifically approved for weight loss.

Mounjaro is a newer one, tirzepatide, that acts on two receptors rather than one. In addition to stimulating GLP-1 receptors, it also stimulates glucose-dependent insulinotropic polypeptide (GIP) receptors. It may work better; I'm not sure whether that's going to come with a concomitantly increased risk of side effects. It's still only approved for diabetes treatment, but I suspect that will change soon and I suspect we'll see a lot of cross-over in terms of using it to treat obesity.

I don't think these medications are going away. I also don't think they're right for everyone. They can reactivate medullary thyroid carcinoma; they can fuck up digestion; they may lead to decreased quality of life. So while there may be people who do well with them, it is okay if those people are not you. You do not owe being thin to anyone. You most certainly do not owe being thin to the extent that you should risk your health for it. Being thin makes navigating a deeply fat-hating world easier, in many ways, so I never blame anyone for wanting to be thin; I just want to emphasize that it is okay if you stay fat forever.

[phoenixyfriend]

I was turning over @threebea's Snow White in my head and I got to the question of What's Up With Ahsoka, and started coming up with with an offshoot of the main fic and sent the whole ramble to Bea.

At least a few things match canon timeline, because the twins exist, so I'm thinking Ahsoka plausibly still had a Wrong Jedi arc and ran off to find herself, later getting picked up by Bo-Katan. (I assume Satine is dead, or she'd have been mentioned at some point.) And Bo's been fucking around at the edges of the various empires trying to decide what she wants to do with herself, Ahsoka on her ship (and occasionally in her bed because they're both about twenty and stressed and sometimes that means destress sex).

So they hear about the Cin'Ciri thing going on, and Ahsoka's freaking out, and that... makes Bo's decision for her.

Once she meets with Jaster & co, Bo makes the argument that Ahsoka left the Jedi half a year before shit went down, and has been a good friend to Bo-Katan (though we can't use the canon of 'a friend to Mandalore' but maybe Maul was fucking around on Kalevala in particular and Jaster was too busy to get involved there, so Bo still had some shit to do), so she shouldn't be memory-wiped like the others. Jaster is considering letting Ahsoka integrate more normally instead of forcing a mind-wipe, especially since Bo-Katan declares that she'd marry Ahsoka on the spot if it meant Ahsoka gets to make a real decision here.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka wants to meet the other Jedi, even though they don't consider themselves Jedi anymore, and none of them recognize her, and there's a moment where she just goes "Master Obi-Wan?" and he doesn't know her but there is a technically-still-a-teenager in tears that cares about him a lot so he offers a hug and she ends up sobbing on him because Duh.

And they talk a bit, about what the memory thing did to all the surviving Jedi that have made their way into Mando space, and Ahsoka says that if none of the other Jedi can keep their remembrances, and she may have the option of doing so, then she will keep those remembrances. Everyone's. She will do the mourning, build little shrines and say the names of the dead.

Something something that 'Ahsoka the White' look with the robe and shakujo is a Priestess look that develops as she makes a place for herself as the memory-keeper for the Jedi.

A new part of the Cin'Ciri cin'vhetin process could be that people give her the names they want to immortalize and she carves them into that shrine she keeps (though Jaster has banned anyone from entering to see those names, except her and certain non-Jedi guards) so that someone can do the mourning for them?

IDK I just have this bouncing around in my head because of Ahsoka's specific relationship to the Jedi and Mandalore in S7, and Bo-Katan in particular.

Bo is very Feline Protection Energy about her wife.

Obi-Wan doesn't know Ahsoka but given that he and Quinlan rebuilt a friendship I imagine he's more than willing to at least put some effort into trying to make something new?

I think Ahsoka avoids the details of how close they were at first, just says she was his grandpadawan, but Bo-Katan butts in and tells Obi-Wan that Ahsoka's the closest thing he's got to a daughter so he better at least make an attempt.

Jaster doesn't want to kill Bo-Katan because she's a great stabilizing force for certain elements due to her relation to Satine, but for fuck's sake is she annoying to him personally.

Idk if Jaster would allow it but maybe Bo-Katan lies and backdates her "marriage" and kicks up such a fuss about how he can't do the Cin'Vhetin to someone who married in before it was even protocol that he just gives up on dealing with the problem that is Bo-Katan Kryze.

Bea:

Oooo I love this. Yeah I left it ambiguous for Satine. Tor ruled (I think) up until the beginning of the clonewars (maybe a little earlier idk) so I think either he got her or Maul got her still sadly. I definitely think Bo's argument of she was already married to a Mandalorians would work. Jaster isn't pleased but by then the process is more in the Cin'ciri's hands anyway and Obi-Wan is very interested in another way to reassure people going through the process that their dead will be remembers and carried over. Oh boy Quinlan absolutely asks Ahsoka if she knew his padawan. And if they're dead. Ahsoka: I'll remember them for you Quinlan: You're like Kenobi, aren't you. Answering without answering. Jango is suspicious of Ahsoka at first (especially because of the connection to Obi-Wan) but he mellows a bit when he sees she's taking away some of Obi-Wan's guilt and stress for being the one taking the memories now. Jango maybe knew what happened to Satine, and Bo's opinion of Ahsoka does carry some weight there too (unless he knows she was connected to deathwatch at any point). I figure with the Jedi they don't recognise each other but there is some recognition in the force. I can imagine it's hard for Ahsoka and helps her in a strange way because Obi-Wan disappointed her, but she knows she also disappointed him and she has to let it go in favour of a relationship with this new Obi-Wan who is both the exact same and different. She sees Luke and thinks Anakin is dead. Didn't know Padme was pregnant but Luke is two and his eye colour matches and Obi-Wan tells her he was his last mission. Heh and maybe she has met Bail and that's where she heard about this because Bail is keeping tabs and feels so guilty about letting Fett take Obi-Wan. Maybe Bail actually told her a tiny bit about the twins since Obi-Wan and Yoda are dead. Well Yoda is and Obi-Wan doesn't remember. I completely forgot but the aesthetics for the new Order is totally lots of white 😂 More Mandalorians style though, and some wear armour. Light so they can move easily with their lightsabers. So Ahsoka in the Ahsoka the white garb totally works. Ahsoka absolutely adds Satine to the shrine for Bo and Obi-Wan. The clones too. There's something very sad that that relationship isn't something the Jedi think they might have lost. From their POV the clones just killed them so they couldn't have cared about them and if they had it must have been a trick. Only a few people know about the chips (Jango will have to change that Quinlan can't be the only one wanting to go after the perceived murderers of the Jedi)

Bo: This is my Jedi wife and I LOVE HER Jango: Shut up you're like twelve

Jaster views Bo as an unfortunately deadly kitten

What if you were forced to forget your Kryze partner what then Jaster? Checkmate.

[disclaimer: Bea and I both love the idea of Jaster and Duke Kryze having had a thing that may have been at or near marriage at some point]

Fighting with your stepdad about whether he approves of your hippy-dippy neopagan wife is just Thanksgiving dinner norms, right?

(In this case the neopagan is a joke about Ahsoka's demigod pet owl that kind of just shows up wherever)

Bo-Katan:

Jaster who was like: well Jango is not interested in people like that I'm not gonna have to deal with these kinds of issues Son: This is my Jedi I'm gonna marry Step daughter: We're already married and if anything happens to her I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself. Jaster: you're my favorite now Boba: ? Boba: wait I don't want another dad Boba: I already have two (Jaster is basically just another dad at this point) Boba comes around on it though. I feel like Boba is treated like a student/padawan at first which he is way more comfortable with Vader: want do you mean he has children!?!? Rwaaargh

Ahsoka: Wait we're married? Bo-Katan, lying: Uh, yes. Jaster: Did you not explain the marriage process before having her say vows? Did you TRICK her into marrying you? Bo-Katan, who is not married at all: No, I think we just have different definitions of marriage and had a translation issue. Ahsoka: But I thought I was doing well with my Mando'a lessons and-- Bo: Girl, shut up

Also Rex can be there. Third-wheeling for the lesbians.

Rex, not a Jedi: no issues Also looks like Jango and Jaster can't say no to that face literally Rex: I've heard there's been talk of helping my brothers. I want in. Bo: this is my wife Ahsoka and her boyfriend Rex.

Ahsoka, doing math lady face: Rex, are we dating? Rex, who only sort of understands dating: We… spend a lot of time together?

Obi-Wan's happy to call Ahsoka his daughter, but if Jango tries to adopt her for shared custody like he did with the boys, she WILL fight him.

Bo-Katan will also fight him don't make her wife into her step-niece, Jango, that's WEIRD

I imagine Bo and Jango developed the cat relationship where one will just attack the other to keep them on their toes and then they'll walk away as if nothing happened Obi-Wan: she tried to stab you Jango: but she didn't! Close though. Think she can dodge a flamethrower? Obi-Wan: Do not flame thrower people in my halls! Ahsoka: … So…? Bo: Cain instinct

Ahsoka wants to babysit Luke which is fine but Bo-Katan is very bad at children. There are so many fluids involved in Baby.

Bo: I got him a present. Ahsoka: what is it? Bo: a knife! Ahsoka: no! Ahsoka: holding a baby isn't hard I promise, here- no you need to support the head-and the rest of him! Not like that! Ahsoka: you can hold him in his car seat.

Boba is a lot easier to manage. Just bully him. Make him hang out with Rex for maximum awkward.

She can do teenager teenager is just gangly adult

She's only barely not a teenager herself

Bo: Well since Boba is older I think he should pick the holovid. Then takes a step back Rex also trying to dodge any sort of familification: I am a friend and associate no one is my dad! Jango: oh thank Manda Jaster: :/ (but we have a responsibility) Rex: You know what Obi-Wan is my dad. Actually probably the closest I ever came to having one Obi-Wan: why am I everyone's dad? Bo: has he met Korkie? Jkjk Rex: well Anakin wasn't my dad and Obi-Wan was Anakin's dad so…

Obi-Wan: Who's Anakin Ahsoka: [bursts into tears]

You're dad-shaped, Obi-Wan.

Just imagining Bo constantly draping herself over Ahsoka, or pulling her into Bo's lap and caging her like a constrictor, glaring at passing Mandos who disapprove of the memory-keeping Jedi.

Hiss 😂 Ahsoka: (can easily protect herself but�� Pat pat?) Bo: ♥️

[awkward-walking-potato]

Snuggling w deadpool? Platonic or romantic?

Red-Eye Rest

The fight had been long, messy, and more complicated than it should have been. Honestly, you couldn’t even remember what exactly set it all off. Probably Deadpool annoying the wrong person—again. But now, hours later, you were bruised, battered, and bone-tired. As you limped alongside Wade Wilson to the waiting taxi, the only thing on your mind was finding somewhere soft and horizontal to collapse.

You barely registered the driver, a guy named Dopinder who seemed unreasonably cheerful given the hour. "Where to, my friends?" he asked.

"Just drive, Dopinder," Wade said, waving a gloved hand. "We need some R&R."

You sighed in relief as you sank into the worn seats of the cab, letting your head fall back. The leather was old, cracked, and not even close to being comfortable, but at that moment, it might as well have been a cloud. Wade plopped down beside you, his usual chatter unusually subdued. Even he must have been worn out from the chaos.

"You're too quiet," you muttered, eyes closed.

"Well, after all the butt-kicking we just did, even I have my limits," Wade replied, stretching out. "But don’t worry, I’ll be back to my charming, loquacious self in no time."

"Mhm," you mumbled, already feeling sleep tugging at your eyelids. The motion of the taxi rolling over potholes was almost lulling, despite the city's usual cacophony just outside.

A few minutes passed, and you were right on the edge of consciousness when you felt something warm and solid nudge against you. You peeked out of one eye to see Wade leaning back, his arm casually draped over your shoulder, pulling you close.

"Wade…" you started, but your voice lacked the energy for any real protest.

"Shh, shh, just let it happen," he whispered, grinning under his mask. "I’m too tired for shenanigans, and you look like you could use a little cuddle time. Besides, no one's going to believe this anyway."

You wanted to argue, but damn it, the warmth radiating from his body was just too inviting. You let out a resigned sigh and shifted slightly, resting your head on his shoulder. The scent of leather, gunpowder, and something uniquely Deadpool filled your senses, oddly comforting.

For a moment, there was just the sound of your breathing in sync with the hum of the taxi. Wade’s grip tightened a bit, and you allowed yourself to melt into the embrace. It was surreal, sharing such a quiet, almost tender moment with someone like him. But then again, Deadpool was always full of surprises.

"Don’t go falling in love with me, though," Wade murmured. You could hear the grin in his voice. "I’m bad news."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," you muttered back, too tired to even roll your eyes.

“Good, ‘cause I’m high-maintenance. You’d need a whole team just to keep up with me.”

You let out a soft chuckle, closing your eyes once more. The gentle rise and fall of Wade’s breathing was strangely calming, and you felt yourself drifting off. As the city lights flickered past the windows, blurring into streaks of yellow and white, you thought maybe, just maybe, you could get used to moments like this.

In the dim light of the cab, with the world outside buzzing on, you allowed yourself to rest, leaning into the warmth beside you. For now, this was enough—a rare, quiet moment with Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth, in the back of a beat-up taxi.

As sleep finally took over, you could have sworn you heard Wade softly humming some off-key tune, like a lullaby from a deranged superhero. And for once, everything was right in your world.

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff: The Day the Earth Blew Up

Fuck David Zaslav, the chickenhead monopoly-slobbing, joy hating [REDACTED] that he is, now back to the review.

"The first fully-animated Looney Tunes movie to get a theatrical release." Feels good to say that, especially given the maddening state of animation that might as well be a circadian whirlpool of the good and mostly bad. Coming after the whole debacle surrounding Coyote vs. Acme, you could consider this a miracle. Then again, was it a miracle worth finally getting to see? To answer this, this video will provide the genuine (silented) reaction I had when I left the theater.

For me, this was a perfectly crafted premise for a Looney Tunes movie that for once centered around the cartoon characters. It would've been one thing to have Bugs as the main attraction, but Porky and Daffy were perfect to not only carry the plot as a duo but have a genuine dynamic and arc that didn't make this film purely a gag fest. This does mean I wasn't laughing as hard or often as I would've the OG shorts, but I say it was a reasonable sacrifice while still possessing great jokes.

Porky played the lovable, naturally exhausted straight man while Daffy was at the top of his game. My prayers answered that his wily antics never made him annoying or an unapologetically insufferable thorn in Porky's side. Petunia rounding out the trio by getting to basically not be Lola from the Space Jam films; allowed to be the amicable love interest and self-sufficient venturesome tritagonist in her own right. Everything added up to have a nicely incisive, thus well-paced alien invasion thriller that just kicks ass?

Like more than anything, this was KICKASS

It's a real delight that Uncle Grandpa creator Pete Browngardt nailed the modernization of this franchise in the same way Paul Rudish did for Mickey Mouse. It would've been one thing to have a contemporary lens on everything to make it seem currently hip, again just make a gag fest with no other substance, poorly attempting to recapturing the ol' days, but the shorts collection and this film shows that he was allowed to stick to his guns and offer both great portrayals of the crew you could ask for and direct what is basically Disney's Chicken Little but better.

Speaking of a company showing their ass

To wrap this up, I loved this movie and was more than glad to have FINALLY been able to see this in a theater as god intended. The same probably won't be said for everyone else who forgot or will ignore this because apparently there wasn't enough marketing to instantly get more butts in seats. And that irks me, y'know? How much convincing does everyone need to go and watch this? Aside from whether you can find a screening near you, it's like if one trailer, the concept alone, wasn't enough for most people, then fuck it. Warner Bros threw this to the curb but for me, it was a better fate than forever shelving this because this wide release theatrical run is for those who truly care. My kudos to Ketchup Entertainment for giving enough a damn to help distribute, otherwise I've grown tired of treating films like this as if it's the stock market. Let's be real, the state of 2D animation will be not critically dependent on this succeeding, but you gain nothing by just... not going to experience something great like this.

I'll stop before I channel my inner Kendrick. The Day the Earth Blew Up isn't just a miracle, it's just an incredible movie in its own right. An original blessed with the character, action, animation, and humor most would crave and get for this in spades.

9 out of 10; A masterpiece deserved to Looney Tunes

[flippinpancakes64]

Can you write about Bella loving horror movies, but the Cullens don't have a good tolerance to horror?

When Tastes Differ

I had such a hard time coming up with a name for this so… don’t be too harsh

Also sorry I haven’t uploaded in forever, it’s mid-semester exam season and it’s been kicking my butt

And we’re not gonna talk about how this has been sitting in my drafts for like half a year

Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Even before being turned, Bella always had a thing for horror movies

When she met Edward, she didn’t really have much time to watch them

Being obsessed with someone tends to take up a lot of your free time

But now that she’s a vampire and Renesmee is grown up, she has more ‘me’ time

Edward:

Tonight is date night, and Bella had asked if she could pick the movie

He said yes of course

But he’s shocked when she puts on an old slasher film that he remembers premiering in theaters

“Bella… what is this?”

“My favorite movie duh.”

“Eugh.”

He’s not a fan of all of the fake blood and guts

He’s a dark and brooding vampire

He has the whole emo ‘my life is darkness why would I want to watch more darkness’ thing going on

Don’t get me wrong though, he does still sit and watch them with her

He just wouldn’t ever choose it on his own

And he makes fun of them the whole time

Alice:

She’s been in the fashion world a long time

I would bet good money that she’s worked on a movie set before

So when she walks into a room and sees Bella watching a horror movie she’s just like ‘omg I was a costume designer for this one’

But she doesn’t really care about blood and guts

They’re not her favorite movies, but she’ll watch them

She loves Bella so whatever she wants to do, she’s happy to do it

She does make a lot of comments about the makeup and hair though

“That girl’s been running from the killer for like an hour now how is her hair still bouncy?”

Jasper:

He doesn’t really… care

He strikes me as the type who can sit and watch anything on the TV and not care at all

So if he’s in the living room and Bella asks if she can put on a movie he doesn’t care

He’s also quiet

Doesn’t complain, doesn’t say he likes it, nothing

He doesn’t laugh if there’s funny parts, doesn’t jump if there’s a Jumpscare

He’s like a statue

But hey at least he doesn’t disturb anyone

Rosalie:

Ok so

She loves horror movies

They’re so fun

But she can’t let Bella know that

They still have that little rivalry going on

So every time Bella puts on a horror movie, Rosalie makes a point of walking in and being like

“I can’t believe you watch that kind of stuff. It’s so gross.”

Of course, Edward told her the truth about what Rosalie’s doing

So she makes a point of putting on all of the newest ones that Rosalie hasn’t had a chance to watch yet

And if Rose happens to stand around at the back of the room silently watching the movie where she think Bella can’t see…

That’s no one’s business but her’s

Emmett:

He will never ever admit it

But this man is a big scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies

No one can explain it

But this big, scary man absolutely cowers at the thought of Chucky

So he’s not too happy to say the least when Bella starts watching horror movies all over the house

He plays the role of being super nonchalant

“Dude, turn that off.”

“Why? Are you scared?”

“What? No…”

No one’s convinced

Bella’s made it her personal mission to catch him as many times as she can

He’s almost home from the store? Time to put on a good old fashioned horror movie

He’s returning from a hunt? Time for Chucky

He wants to watch the game on the big TV? Okay, but Bella needs to finish the Shining first

Esme:

She’s also not a big fan of horror movies

But I feel like she’s way more scared of paranormal horror

Anything with ghosts terrifies her

After all, if vampires and werewolves are real, who’s to say demons and ghosts aren’t?

So if Bella’s watching a regular old slasher film, she’ll complain but hang out anyway

Now if she’s watching something like Lights Out or the Grudge…

Esme suddenly needs to go on a shopping trip

Carlisle:

He thinks they’re fun

He deals with blood and guts all day, and he’s endlessly amused by the fake stuff that movie producers make

Loves pointing out all the wrong parts

“Blood is not nearly that viscous, unless they had *insert medical condition here*”

I think Bella would appreciate the lessons here and there though

Now after a while, it does get a little annoying

But that’s her father in law and I feel like Bella would probably rather shoot her own foot than disrespect him in any way

[howlingday]

Cotta Arc BossBattle

Ruby: Got it... Now, time for me to make my way back to my tea-

STOP RIGHT THERE, THIEF!

Ruby: Huh?

Adrian: You put that back right now! Stealing is wrong!

Ruby: I'm just taking it for a little bit. They won't even notice it's gone.

Adrian: But it's wrong! Stealing is wrong! My mommies told me so!

Ruby: I don't have time for this. Get out of my way, kid.

Adrian: NO! Put it back right now, or... or... I'LL BITE YOU!

Ruby: ...Hey, guys? Could you help me out here, please?

Weiss: Oh no, Miss Leader! You dug yourself into this, now dig yourself out!

Ruby: Ugh... Fine...

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Ruby: GET OUT OF MY WAY, KID!

Adrian: I'M NOT A KID!

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Adrian: M... M-M-M...

Adrian: MOMMYYY~!

Terra: What's going on over here?

Ruby: Oh, you're his mom, right? Look, it's just a big misunderstanding.

Adrian: Mommy, she stole Great-Grandpa Arc's sword and then beat me up!

Terra: Oh, did she now? Hmph... Another bully pretending to be a huntress. You think just because you put on a cape that everyone is just going to let you do whatever you want, even if it's something like stealing and picking on a small child?!

Ruby: What?! No, no, no! I didn't... I mean, he started it, and...

Ruby: Yang, you're good with words! Help me out here!

Yang: Ohoho no, Rubes! This is YOUR side-quest, remember? Don't worry! I know you've got this~!

Ruby: ...

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Ruby: YOUR SON IS A MENACE!

Terra: MY SON IS AN ANGEL!

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Terra: Whoa! Be careful where you swing that thing! You could lop off somebody's arm with it!

Do I need to come over there?

Adrian: Uh oh...

Terra: Now you've done it.

Adrian: Yeah! My mommy is gonna kick your butt~!

Saphron: I heard everything. Stealing from my grandfather. Fighting my own wife and son. All in my own house...

Saphron: YOU are a bad influence on little my Adrian!

Adrian: Yeah, a bad influence!

Ruby: (Gulps) Uh, g-guys? She looks really tough... I would really like some help over here!

Blake: That's very astute of you, Weiss. Yes, the ninjato isn't a real sword by historical means, though it is inspired by real ninja blades like the katana and the oodachi. There are many distinctions between the blades, such as length and material, though I'd say the most important is the difference in culture.

Yang: Like where the sword's made?

Blake: Yes, but also no. See, it's also important to recognize WHO holds the blade, why they're wielding it, and what role they play in their society. Some wielders might be seen as great warriors while others are more metaphorical in their power.

Weiss: This is so fascinating... I almost feel like there should have been a detailed class about this.

Ruby: I KNOW ALL OF YOU CAN HEAR ME!

Ruby: Hoo... Okay, fine. Let's get this over with.

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Ruby: YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF JERKS!

Saphron: And you are a petulant child. You have a lot of growing up to do.

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Saphron: ...Hmph! You're not half bad.

Terra: Would you like some help, dear?

Adrian: Let me help, too, mommies~!

Saphron: Mm... Maybe... But then again...

Saphron: It was about time we got rid of that old hunk of rusty metal... Should we really bother stopping her from taking it? Please make sure you take care of it, Miss.

Adrian: But stealing is WRONG, Mommy!

Saphron: You're right, Adrian, but sharing is also right. And any friend of Jaune's a friend of ours, as well. You remember Miss Ruby, don't you~?

Ruby: You mean... You knew the whole time?

Saphron: Mhm... Jaune called me earlier. Say hi to him for me, would you~?

Ruby: (Rejoins her team)

Weiss: ...All done~?

Ruby: (LEVEL UP~!)

Weiss: Fantastic. Let's move on.

[fountainpenguin]

I'm sorry if I'm annoying you. But I can't get over you City Lights AU Dale. The man looks like he has all the issues and is hanging on by the thinnest thread. One more problem and he will just fully collapse.

😂 I'm eating your asks like sandwich.

^ He is overworking himself in a desperate attempt to make peace with the fact that he never got to hear his late father say "You did everything I ever asked without complaint; you are such a good son and you've made me so proud."

Push him near a goalpost and he'll panic and kick it across the room. We don't know how to process feelings of achievement and pride in this family. Those are Bad Emotions that will get the company steamrolled by competitors... You could lose everything... Is that how you want to be remembered?

I've been waffling on whether to share this WIP or withhold it for in-the-moment drama, but just for you... a treat.

His back ached from hunching; his feet stung from dirt. Vicky didn’t leave me down there; she always came back. “Do you know what that means?” Without waiting for an answer, Dale grabbed Timmy’s shoulder with one hand and pumped his fist with the other. “I’m still her bestie! She didn’t replace me!” “She locked you in a cellar for 7 years,” Timmy started, but Dale cut him off by slamming the bathroom door. And he laughed at nothing, clutching fingers in his hair, because… He really had to talk to her. They could clear this whole mess up! Now, let’s get one thing laid out crystal-flat. Dale knew Vicky had locked him up down in Dimmsdale’s tunnels, sure. He wasn’t stupid. But she wouldn’t have done that at all if he hadn’t threatened to tell untrustworthy adults about The Accident that kicked the lemonade business off in the first place, and it wasn’t her fault he’d been a disloyal friend. He really put her in a bad position there- That can’t be denied. Dale dragged his hands down his face (and dragged his butt down the door) until he thumped on freeze-dried tile. His toes gripped the bathmat. He wrapped his arms around his knees. I’m sorry. I’m sorry… I'll be better. I'm ready to listen now.

Prompt #96 - "You Deserve It"

My terrible headcanon is that if it took 7 years for Dale to work up the courage to open a trapdoor and crawl out, and he didn't file charges severe enough to stop Vicky from babysitting Timmy, he is not the kind of person who would stop hanging out with her SDLFKJ.

Also, here's a sketch I made for this post. I opted not to post it there, but I think it captures My Vision really well:

Toxic ex-BFFs with a very weird dynamic post-lemon pit torture, gossip buddies, and a secret 3rd thing... silly little guys.

He hates the fighting, but he craves the structure... Being nice to Vicky is the safe option... It's such big "Get real, Dale- No one will ever want to deal with you and your problems; I'm the only one who can put up with your baggage" vibes...

He can tolerate the bruises; he can make little exceptions; friends forgive each other and not forgiving her would mean throwing away the 3.5 years they had before the Real Trouble Began... Do u understand...

I've been brainstorming another WIP of Dale fantasizing about terrible things he wants to do to Vicky, but I'm not sure I'll actually write that one because it's pretty dark SLKDFJ

Listen, I just want Dale to slam Vicky against a wall and it turns out Mark was shapeshifted as her handbag and OH, HE PROTEC-

It's extremely important to me that Dale is nice and sympathetic enough that Dev believes if he can just pry his dad away from business, they can play and have fun. Dale being "sweet and engaging and loving" around his wife and during the holidays has done a NUMBER on Dev's psyche.

[fetishfairytales2]

Happy Birthday Sissy! Pt. 6 (Story)

Heather and Brandon are original characters created by [no longer active] in their fantastic series “Besties”, which this blog expands on. ——————————————

After seeing the nursery, hearing about Brandi’s new Daddy, Connor, seeing the pictures of him and Brandi playing, and checking out the toys in Brandi’s toy box, we headed to the back door. "Are you ready to meet your little sister?" I slurred, all of us buzzed and giggly now. I swung open the door to quite the scene. Brandi looked messy, from what I could make out. Her pigtails were basically yanked out, her face was probably covered in cum, and I bet her makeup was ruined. The music was turned down and people had eased up on the drinks but were still plenty drunk.

In the circle by the pool, Brandi was totally ignored. The guys were too focused on watching Maddie and Kylie make out. "You see?" Kylie smirked at her boyfriend Brad. "I told you I'd make out with a girl." She then turned to Lyndsey and asked, "Truth or dare?" Brandi was hard to miss as she sat on Connor's lap, fidgeting and squirming with a diaper taped to her face.

"So, are these dirty or clean?" I asked, sitting down next to Connor and poking the diaper covering Brandi’s face. But Connor was too busy watching Lyndsey strip in the center of the circle. She tossed her bikini bottoms at me and spanked her own ass. "I’ll keep these as a souvenir,” I giggled, blowing her a kiss. “No getting dressed again though, I want to see that ass all night!" I was too distracted by my best friend's tits bouncing to notice why Brandi's diaper was taped to her face. "Aww, are you Daddy's little sissy cocksleeve?" I purred in Brandi's ear when I realized Connor was was forcing her down on his cock. "He's got all 10 inches jammed deep in your tight little pussy, huh?"

Connor pulled out of Brandi's ass, making the poor whimper. "No, babes," I said, pushing Brandi back onto Connor's dick. "Let her keep you hard for me until later." I winked. Grace and Sarah who had joined us and were still unsure about this whole Brandi thing. "Grace, why don't you ask truth or dare? I'm sure you have some burning questions for us." I giggled and leaned on Brandi’s shoulder, smiling as she whined.

Grace slurred, "Let's be real here, Heather. How many dicks has Brandi sucked?" All the girls tried to count, but agreed that it was probably more than all of us combined. Grace chuckled, impressed by Brandi's oral skills. "And let's be even realer," she continued, "has anyone besides Connor, like, you know...put it in her butt?" Almost all the girls and a few guys raised their hands. Brandi was quite the busy little slut, especially since two of the guys just met her today.

"Wow, she’s butt slut." I overheard Grace whisper, looking at the circle filled with hands raised. "What a pervert." She noticed Mark, my personal trainer, and couldn't help but admire his ripped chest without his shirt on. "Your hand wasn't up...did she just suck you off?" She grinned at him. The tequila must be kicking in. Grace turned to me and slurred out her final question, "Who's he?" She pointed towards Mark, giggling. Yeah, definitely the tequila talking. 

I strutted over to Mark, casually putting my arm around his shoulder. "This," I bragged, "is my personal trainer and fuck buddy, Mark. He can lift me up over his head and he's packing a massive dick. I'm talking 9 inches, swear to God." I winked at the flustered blonde. After debating if a dick can be that big, that poor girl, I urged Grace to take a closer look. I returned to Brandi and removed the diaper covering her face. “Sissy, you were just gagging on it, tell your lovely sister how big Mr. Mark’s cock is…” 

"I..." The poor thing could barely get a word out before she threw herself into a tantrum, the worst one I've seen from her. Even Grace and Sarah were surprised when she dropped to the ground. I'm sure she was trying to curse and yell, but all that came out were sobs. I knelt down and stroked her hair, still covered with cum. "Shh, shh," I cooed. "No one cares, cupcake. No one is going to save you. This is your life now. We can do it the hard way if you want, but it's happening whether you like it or not." 

I stood her up and turned her to face the crowd of tormentors. Gently, I swatted her on the bare ass and gave her a stern look. “It…it’s…” Brandi could not stop crying now and things were only getting worse for her. The tequila seemed to give Sarah courage too. She walked directly up to Brandi and flicked her puny little pink chastity cage as it dangled from underneath her sissy pink party dress.

"Is that your dick dude? Really?” Sarah giggled, still very drunk. “No wonder your girlfriend fucks other guys. I bet his cock,” she slurred, pointing at Mark, “is ten times the size of this…thing." Sarah laughed as she flicked Brandi's shrunken clit. I watched surprised as she grabbed Brandi and dragged her to where Grace was sitting. "Do you really jerk off to us, you pathetic freak?" Sarah screamed, pushing Brandi to the ground. Lyndsey gave me a look of disbelief before bursting into laughter. So much to catch her up on.

Grace leaned in close, glaring down at Brandi. "Come on girlie, tell me," she mocked, turning to Mark with a wicked smile. "Dish it. How big is he?" There was a long, awkward silence as Brandi tried to find the words to respond. "Ugh!" Grace rolled her eyes. "You have always been so useless. Fine, I'll just have to go find out for myself." Without another word, Grace strutted over to the alpha male, never taking her eyes off of him. "Hey there," she purred, batting her lashes. "Mind if I join you?" Grace sat in his lap and wrapped her arm around his neck. “Mmm, I see,” she giggled, wiggling her ass in Mark’s lap.

"Alright ladies," I grinned, turning to Sarah. "It's my turn now, isn't it? Sarah, I have a little dare for you." I ran my eyes up and down her body, she was definitely looking hot as hell. Both Grace and Sarah were killing it in their scandalous sundresses. Grace may have had a killer ass, but Sarah's tits were absolutely popping. Damn, I needed to slow down on the drinks or I might do something Brandi really didn't like. "Sarah, I dare you," I pulled my head out of the gutter, "to go assist Grace," I smirked. It was a risk, I had no idea how far was too far. But I had a feeling these two were closet freaks.

I was so excited seeing Brandi's terrified expression. The poor thing was really scared that these two were in on my little game. I caught Sarah looking at Grace, who was whispering and giggling with Mark. Sarah then turned to me and gave a smirk, saying "Ew bitch." I could see the wheels turning in her head. Oh shit, she really may play along! "Assist? Please, I bet I can figure it out first!" Sarah was so excited she skipped over to Mark and Grace, pushing her sister to on side and taking a seat on his lap too. Her hands roamed down Mark's chest and all she could utter was a weak "oh, wow."

I watched as poor little Brandi's brain melted watching Grace and Sarah throwing themselves at a real man. "Your sisters are wild, huh?" I taunted, knowing that her mind was probably too fucked up to even listen to what I was saying. But that didn't stop me from rubbing it in. "Let's see just how wild they can get, hmm?" I cooed in her ear. "Maybe if they have a good enough time, they'll come back for more!" I stroked Brandi's hair and held her head in place, making sure she couldn't look away from Mark. "Don't worry, sweetie," I whispered, "it was inevitable. I sort of promised these guys a week of blowjobs, from you of course, if they managed to fuck either of your hot ass sisters.” I pushed her head back, watching her sob and wail silently. “Looks like Mr. Mark will be getting two weeks of blowies." 

Kylie let out a sexy giggle and leaned in to give Brad a kiss. "Should we go for one more round?" Lyndsay eagerly looked between Kylie and I. "Brandi, I dare you," she said with a wicked smile, not even bothering to wait for our answers. She motioned for the sissy to climb over her lap, her smile almost too sweet. But Brandi was too distracted, still watching Mark's hand creep under the girls' dresses. Lyndsey grew impatient and grabbed Brandi by the hair, pulling her up. "Get over here, fuckface," she groaned, dragging her over to both her and Shawn's laps.

Kylie, Brad, Shawn, Connor, and I were all hanging out and chatting while Lyndsay playfully spanked Brandi just because. "These are your birthday spankings, you little slut!" Lyndsay smirked She would talk to us casually between each set of spankings. I was a little distracted watching Mark and the girls; they were having way a lot fun. Through the sounds of the spanking and Brandi's cries, I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. It sounded like Mark was settling a little debate between the two sisters on who had the nicer ass. "No, no silly little sissy slut," Lyndsay scolded Brandi, getting my attention again, as he tried to hide his face in her lap.

"You better keep your eyes on them, sissy," Lyndsay hissed, gripping Brandi's hair and forcing her to stare as Mark and the girls explored each other. "And pay close attention!" *spank* *spank* *spank*. Lyndsay was panting by the time she finished punishing Brandi, allowing the exhausted sissy to rest against her. Ten minutes later, Brandi was being idly throat fucked by Shawn while Lyndsay held him in place. "Deeper whore! Gag on Mr. Shawn's cock!" I smiled watching Mark stroll off with the girls heading to the house - well, that was easier than expected!

[ragdollrory]

Do you think it’s possible for Mako to get Lin pregnant?

Hello there, new asker! Nice to see you here 🤗 It's always great to meet new people and get questions!

Now, onto the matter at hand...

Do I think it's possible, physically? I mean, sure. I don't see why not. There's real humans getting pregnant at later ages than 55 (thinking about a post book 4 Lin, where I usually write linko) Now, I'm no avatar scientist, but people do crazy stuff like breathe fire, or live 200+ years out of the will of not dying, so a baby seems pretty simple stuff to do.

Do I think it's possible Lin wants Mako to get her pregnant? Not really, no. At least not MY Lin. And mind you, I don't think it's because of the whole pregnancy thing, and certainly it's not the career thing because she's already Chief now. I just think she would feel it's late now, and the kid would grow up with a much too old mom, which of course doesn't mean it would be true. But yeah, I think she'd find it dissonant in her head that a baby would have a 60 yo mom and a 27 yo dad, imo. Plus, if you ask my Lin, she loves him, but she also very much would kick his butt to get him go be someone his age.

Do I think Mako wants to get Lin pregnant? I think he's thought about it like a couple of times. He's got this thing where he allows himself a cute, romantic, utopian thought about his life every blue moon... like, he'd genuinely go "what if-" and not let any negativity get in that pastel colored bubble for the whole of idk, 5 minutes, and a couple of times he's thought of their potential child. I would think after watching Lin interact with a kid at the station maybe (ah, darnit, I can see the fic bunny trying to get me to pay attention to it) and he was like, "she'd be such a good mom" and start to think about this baby with really big and green eyes, and get this dumb smile on his face...

Anyways, it's possible, sometimes. 😄 This was fun, thanks so much for the ask!

[pachu09]

Oh. Look at me. Finally posting after a month? of silence…

Let's be real, life is kicking my butt as we speak, so I haven't had the energy to write and draw for the meantime.

( Gotta have to prioritize food and shelter before doing my beloved hobbies )

Anyways, enough of my complaining…

Onwards to the fic and off you go my readers...

Sweet Thing

`“ Oh, For Amaterasu’s sake!. “ Tobirama startled badly and quickly looked up from his paperwork. His wide eyed gaze settled on the Uchiha Clan Head standing in front of his desk. Madara-sama had apparently taken one look at his whole body and the man had crossed his bulging arms across his wide chest in a defensive? lecturing? pose. 

Tobirama braced himself for whatever offense the man thought he had committed.

“ What is it now, Madara-sama? “ Tobirama calmly asked. No need to rile up the man so early in the morning. Anija would be upset again if he saw them bickering. Which,... Tobirama faltered in his thoughts. He realizes that it had been months since Madara-sama and he had a spat? Tobirama furrowed his brows. He’s confused, surely it wasn’t that long ago when he and Madara-sama were at each other's throats?. 

“ Tobirama. – “ said Albino turn his full attention back to the scowling man in front of him. “ – I seem to remember I had given you a generous payment to buy a new wardrobe, yet I’m seeing you wearing that cursed be damn black overalls again? “ Madara-sama’s intensified glowering made Tobirama shrink in embarrassment.

It was true. Madara-sama had paid him handsomely ( it was worth like a Daimyo’s single mission pay ) for a security seal he had invented to be used in the Uchiha Compound. He recalled how Madara-sama had off-handedly commented about his choice of wardrobe. But he thought the man was joking about how he needed to get new clothings.

“ I thought you were joking, Madara-sama? “ Tobirama winced as the man’s glare darkened more.

“ What are you even doing with your money, Tobirama?. You live with Hashirama so I doubt you’d need to pay for rent nor food. I also doubt you of all people would even be stupid enough to do drugs?. And it's not as if your sealing supplies are that much expensive. So where are you even spending your money, Tobirama? “.

Tobirama paled and had to avoid the man’s inquiring gaze. He felt his heart beat loudly in his chest. He finds that he was too embarrassed to come clean about where he put aside his hard earned money.

“ Out with it, Tobirama! I don’t have all day to stand around here. Or….do you want me to ask your Brother? “ the Uchiha impatiently commanded, which made Tobirama; in his nervousness, finally blurted his answer.

“ The money isn’t going anywhere, Madara-sama!. “ Madara-sama stopped in his tracks before he could exit his office window. The man was perched on his office window sill and Tobirama knew it would only take a second for him to Shunshin out of the building and hunt down his Brother to seek the answer he wanted.

Tobirama nervously swallowed. “ I just like knowing I have money, okay!. Its..its for any emergency I might need for later… “

Madara-sama jumped down from the window sill and stood in front of his desk again. But instead of his usual scowl – his expression had smoothly changed into a blank eyed look. Tobirama felt his nervousness intensified. What could it mean?...

“ That’s quite sad, Tobira. “ Izuna’s voice piping up beside him made Tobirama jump up from his seat and tried to smack the man. 

“ Damn it, Izuna! ".  He growled and tried to punch the man on his face again but the younger Uchiha was a slippery bastard when it comes to dodging any kind of attacks.

He only stopped his half hearted assault when Madara-sama’s hands firmly took ahold of his balled up fists.

“ Tobirama. What my Otouto had said is right — “ Izuna’s cheeky face pops out over Madara-sama’s shoulder. “ — It is quite sad that you can’t make yourself spend what money you fairly earned. That’s not a proper way to save up?..I don’t know what you would need the money for, but I refused to see you in another black overalls again. " Here, the older man wrinkled his nose at his obvious ragged clothings.

Tobirama looked down in shame. He knew people must have remarked on him wearing patchy and worn looking clothes but he pretended he didn’t know about it. He just doesn’t care enough for any strangers' comments to confront them about it. But now ... .Madara-sama basically pointed out how hideous he looked wearing it?...for the first time in his life, he’s ashamed that he basically looked like a slob….

“ Come. I will buy you whatever you would need. And I don’t want to hear you saying NO for accepting my gifts. “ Tobirama couldn’t even raise a protest because within a few seconds the Uchiha Brothers had managed to forcefully drag him out of the Hokage Tower. 

Later in the evening, Anija eyed him with an inscrutable glance as he looked over the many bags and boxes that were delivered to their Home. Mito-neesan only raised an elegant brow and she hum pleasantly as she saw the obviously expensive Kimonos inside one of the big boxes.

“ I’m glad Madara has good taste at least. “ Neesan’s remark made him feel confused. He doesn’t really know what Madara-sama and Izuna had bought all throughout the day. His memory had already blank out by the time they went to the clothing stores where the employees had joyfully assisted him in trying out their beautiful Kimonos. 

It was an experience he didn’t want to repeat. He shuddered in fear.

He even told Madara-sama and Izuna about it at lunch but they only said from now on, he better get used to it.

He didn’t even ask what they meant about it. He’s pretty sure they’re joking. About them dragging him back to the clothing store for the next month.

Probably?. 

Maybe?.

Hopefully?.

He grimaced. Maybe he needs to clarify that cryptic answer first.

Anija took out two big boxes of expensive chocolates from one of the many paper bags that littered his room.

“ Huh? I didn't know Madara can buy these so quickly? “ Anija passed the sizable boxes to Neesan and she carefully put those on his working desk.

Neesan looked over the many bags and big boxes that is scattered around in his room. “ We’ll try to help you put away most of these, Otouto. But fair warning, we won’t help you for the next time. You would need to ask Madara and Izuna’s help in the future. “

Tobirama sighs in relief. He really doesn’t know where to even put away most of the Uchiha Brothers had bought for him. 

It took at least an hour and a half before everything was put into its proper place. Anija had to quickly make him a sendai-dansu because there were just too many expensive Kimonos to fit in his regular drawers or his closet. ( He didn’t even noticed his Anija and Neesan grimly stared at each other. ) The excessive food ( he didn’t know that there was a second batch delivered ) was stored properly in their kitchen and the Clan Pantry with the help of some of their maids and active Shinobi. 

( Tobirama felt his stomach grumbling and his mouth watering as he spied live sea foods in one of the crates. He really hope he’ll get to taste the Clan Chef’s infamous seafood recipes. )

The sealing and any experimenting materials were properly put into his laboratory. ( Anija insisted that he didn’t want to accidentally revert his sealing papers into living plants again. They cost quite a lot and Anija was worried it’ll make him angry again if he ever turn his papers into plants again ). He did tell Anija that he won’t get mad again if he accidentally make his papers into plants again but Anija had winced and he muttered something about Madara-sama wouldn’t be pleased or something…which made him confused when Anija refused to answer about his cryptic mutterings.

At near midnight, Tobirama indulgently ate some of the chocolates from one of those fancy boxes. He couldn’t believe that there’s chocolates that tasted good like this. No wonder they were pretty expensive!. He moaned in delight as the sweet taste practically exploded in his mouth. 

A second later, he guiltily realized he hasn’t even shared some of it to his what?. What are the Uchiha Brothers to him?. Benefactors?. Friends?. They were friends, right?. He knew friends treat each other from time to time, right?. He nervously sweated, but Madara-sama had told him he didn't need to pay back what they had bought for him. 

So how would he even repay them back?. 

Tobirama carefully put the chocolates back in its box again and sat it on his chabudai. He licked his lips and eyed the confections longingly. He’ll probably finish those first thing in the morning. They’re really delicious and probably addictive, he’s having a hard time to even restrain himself from gorging on it. He forced himself to look away from his newest temptation and tiredly crawled off towards his new Futon and flopped on it. 

His mind races…Maybe he could help them again with the Uchiha Compound Security?. He could offer some of his more advanced and deadly seals freely in exchange for what the Uchiha Brothers have bought him for today?.

Ugh, Tobirama slapped himself on his cheek. Madara-sama had casually remarked that the Uchiha Compound is already finished!. He bit his lip in frustration and then buried his face on his fresh pillows. ( He carefully ignored that he now own a dozen of big pillows. )

Maybe he needs to sleep first in order for his mind to be organized again?. 

Tobirama yawned widely…and with his thoughts slowly quieting. He didn’t even notice that ( for the first time in many years ) he drifted off to sleep without a problem.

●~●~●~●

Come morning, Tobirama, who's rubbing the sleep from his eyes, was startled out of his dazed state when he walked into the dining room to find Madara-sama and Izuna were eating breakfast at their table. ( They also came with several gifts again and he eyed them with trepidation ). Anija has a peculiar look on his face and Neesan is calmly sipping her breakfast tea.  

Madara-sama had quickly jumped up from his zaisu the second he walked into the room and Tobirama felt baffled and embarrassed as the man practically escorted him from the door then to the dining table. ( Nevermind that it's only a meager distance between the two area. ) He was then seated between the Uchiha Brothers and he felt his embarrassment increased two fold because Neesan remarked in a curt tone that his breakfast was brought by the Brothers and they prepared it with their own hands. ( The underlying advice that he can refuse what they have given him had made him feel warm at her concern ).  

He gratefully accepted their food offerings. But he also became conscious of how they watched him eat his fill.

“ You love seafood then, Tobirama?. “ Madara-sama asked him out of nowhere and Tobirama spluttered as the Ankimo he’s eating went down wrong in his throat. 

Madara-sama had gracefully slapped his back repeatedly to help him in dislodging it. Thankfully, Izuna had readily handed him a glass of water as soon as he got rid of the blockage in his throat. He coughed and sputtered more as the water soothed his sore throat.

“ Uh, yeah.Tobi seems to go crazy when he eats seafood. He loves them! Probably due to him being a Suiton user?. And look at how fast he devoured the Ankimo we gave to him? “ Tobirama didn’t even refute Izuna’s claims, he’s still too busy hacking his lungs out and besides he’s embarrassed that he really did eat the aforementioned dish like a starving man. 

Madara-sama is still patiently rubbing his back with a soothing motion that makes him aware how intimate the man’s action is. Coupled with the man helping him down the rest of the water from the teacup he’s gripping….Tobirama somehow felt wrong footed?….is this because this is the first time Madara-sama had touched him uhh…somewhat familiarly?.

“ I seem to have surprised you with my inappropriate questioning. I apologize, Tobirama. “ he waved away Madara-sama’s apology. It's not the man’s fault he got surprised with his innocent question.

He turned to look at Anija and Neesan but somehow he found himself staring at their vacant seats. Had they left the dining room while he’s busy hacking his lungs out?. Its quite a miracle that Anija hasn’t insisted for today that they go to the Hokage Tower together.

“ Where did they go?. “ Tobirama coughed out his question to both Uchiha Brothers. Madara-sama handed him another cup of water which he eagerly drank. 

“ Hashirama said he needs to go early to the Hokage Tower and Mito-san claims there is something important that she needs to do. “ Madara-sama had calmly replied to his question.

Tobirama cock his head to the side. He really hopes that Anija starts to work on signing up the scrolls he left yesterday on his desk…

Izuna happily ate the Ebi Furai on his plate. “ Come on now, Tobi. Eat up!. We’ll need you for something later…”

Tobirama nodded his head in agreement and grabbed his chopstick again. But a chopstick out of nowhere tapping his lips made him look up in surprise. Madara-sama was using his chopstick to tap his lips. The man apparently decided that he wants to feed him?. Without a question Tobirama opens his mouth and lets the older man put the food in his mouth. He sighs in satisfaction as the delicious flavor of the tempura exploded in his mouth. 

Tobirama didn’t even think it was weird that Madara-sama fed him some of his breakfast using his own chopstick. ( Its probably normal between friends right? ). He also didn’t mind Madara-sama sitting closely next to him, ( The man’s broad physique practically dwarfed him. If he’s not as tall as he is, he’ll probably look stick thin or even fragile next to the man ) or that Madara-sama gently wipes the sauce from his lips whenever he eats some food he had dipped…

When breakfast was finally over, Tobirama wasn’t surprised that the Uchiha Brothers had planned to invite him back to their compound. When he reminded them he still needed to change his clothes. He felt conscious that Madara-sama instructed him to wear one of the Kimonos he bought for him. Though internally, he got excited that he’ll get to wear one of the favorites he tried on yesterday. 

It is a blue colored Kimono with a pattern of swimming Koi Fish and the water was drawn realistically enough that he finds it calming to look at.

When he emerged from his room wearing the beautiful Kimono he felt embarrassed that the first thing Madara-sama and Izuna told him was that he looked pretty and gorgeous wearing it. But his embarrassment quickly faded away when the Brothers excitedly ushered him out of his Home. He disregarded his Clanmates gawking and gaping at his new outfit. They were probably quite surprised that he even bothered dressing up ( because the last time he did so….it was in Itama’s Funeral ). He also ignored the Elders tutting at him from afar. He doesn’t know what they want to moan about again but he’ll be damn if he got delayed because of their nonsense clucking. He marched out of the Senju Compound with his head held high. He refuses to be intimidated by the old bigots. They can stew in their anger amongst their group. He won’t be swayed by their usual false allegations about the Uchiha Clan and that he needs to watch out for their underhanded tactics. 

●~●~●

Walking down the street of Konoha, Tobirama felt self-conscious because of the stares. He knew most people were probably shocked to see him wearing something other than his usual black overalls. But to shamelessly gaped and gawked at him as if he’s someone they haven’t seen for such a long time made him feel awkward. Did he really look okay or were the Uchiha Brothers just humoring him?. He discreetly tried to check if there is something amiss with his clothing but Madara-sama stepped closely beside him and then one of his hands inappropriately settled at the small of his back made him quite distracted.  

( Tobirama didn’t even notice that the Brothers practically covered him from the other people’s curious gazes nor that they threw furious glares at anyone who stares way too long in their direction. )

When they arrive at the Uchiha Compound. There, he is pleased to find they needed him to check most of their security seals. He did his work diligently. After all, it is the least he could do after Madara-sama and Izuna bought everything ( what he needed? ) yesterday. 

It took at least a few hours before he’s satisfied with his adjustments and even then he still tried to inspect his work once more in order to see if everything was functioning as it was meant to be. 

But before he could do so, Madara -sama managed to drag him away from working again because apparently it is lunch time now. 

When they arrived at the Main Family’s House Tobirama was impressed to see a large and opulent Minka the likes he had only seen in the Fire Capital. He is also surprised to see that they needed several maids to carry into the private dining room the many cuisines that the servants had prepared. He has to ask Madara-sama why they need too much food for lunch?. But the man only waved away his confusion and told him he would need to try out the Uchiha’s original recipes.

He easily accepted the man’s explanation. He is also intrigued by what food the Uchiha had invented?. He excitedly eyed the many courses that are artfully set down on the large table. He didn’t even protest when Izuna and Madara ushered him to sit down on a cozy Zaisu. He was so busy eyeing the sumptuous meal that was prepared for them that he failed to notice the Uchiha Brothers throwing warning looks at the amused looking maids.

Tobirama surveyed the sumptuous meals in front of him that looked like it was only eaten by the Nobles. ( He faltered at that thought, of course the Uchiha is a Noble Clan and their delicious looking food reflected their hierarchical station. ) He suddenly felt embarrassed and would have stammered an excuse to not eat…but Izuna ( the fool that he is ) had the brave audacity to shove some food in his mouth without his permission.

The Albino had to quickly chew what's in his mouth lest he choke and embarrassed himself again. His red eyes widen in surprise at the rich flavor that practically exploded in his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite food he's lucky to even get a taste of.

After swallowing the frankly heavenly tasting food, Tobirama turn to Madara-sama and politely asked what is the name of the food he just tasted?.

Madara-sama answered him that it was called Funazushi. It is one of the most favorite dish the Uchiha eats. They have a branch family that manages their fisheries in the Mizu. That’s why they're not restricted in producing the Nigorobuna. Tobirama nervously had to down the ( high quality ) tea in front of him. He heard it is one of the most expensive fish in the Elemental Countries because they are cultivated in a specific lake from Mizu No Kuni.

He felt his stomach dropped. Madara-sama and Izuna had just made him eat it as if it wouldn't cost him and arm or a leg to pay for it.

Tobirama was shaken out of his stunned thoughts as Madara-sama passed him his own bowl of rice and nudges several plates of mouth watering sea food dishes in front of him.

" Eat up, Tobirama. " an elegant eyebrow raised at him made Tobirama do so. He didn't want to act like he's ungrateful or something if he didn't eat any of the food the Uchiha servants had painstakingly prepared. ( He also wants to avoid disappointing the maids that sat near the Shoji doors. They’re obviously waiting for his reaction about the food they prepared. ) He internally squashed his uneasiness and tried to enjoy the food he was given.

For at least the entire duration of their lunch time. Tobirama indeed forgot that he's eating a feast that is practically for a person with a Noble Status ( nor that the maids are watching his every move ). Madara-sama and Izuna had managed to pull him into a discussion about how he wanted to build a Shinobi school for the children so that everybody had a chance to learn the Shinobi arts and not just restricted for Clan children. He firmly believe the Civilians could also become professional Shinobi if they have proper training for it. 

So busy was he in spending time with the Uchiha Brothers. He didn’t even realized that an entire day had passed. He was also pulled into training Uchiha Kagami. Their little cousin ( two times removed ) who apparently is now his Fan ( Izuna had chortled to him ). Which is of course not true. Kagami was just pretty curious about him as was normal for a child of his age and had yet to mingle with any other Clan adult in the village.

Though Kagami's remark that he really really likes his eyes and hair.

Because he apparently looked like a beautiful moon rabbit made him embarrassed and strangely shy.

Added with an wondrous innocent expression on the child's face. Tobirama of course had felt abashed at the child's admiration. He couldn’t even look the Uchiha Brothers in the eyes for a few minutes even after Kagami's mother had taken him Home. 

Though he was extremely taken aback when Madara-sama and Izuna had heartily agreed with Kagami's statement.

It is the first time someone outside his own Clan had remarked about his physical looks. In his entire life only Anija, Neesan, Touka ( and his dead Brothers ) had positively remarked about his physical looks. 

Finding out that outside his own Clan, people remarking that he looked very gorgeous and pretty….also felt overwhelming. 

And upon accidentally meeting Madara-sama’s eyes…there is something undefinable in the man's black orbs that made him want to squirm underneath the man's intense gaze. 

But Tobirama is a trained Shinobi. He refuses to buckle under the man's enigmatic scrutiny. He carefully locked his knees and avoided the man's eyes for the moment. He needed to collect himself first if he wanted to talk to the man again. He feared that if he opened his mouth at this minute, a squeak would come out instead of words. He also doesn't understand why he felt pretty embarrassed in front of the man. But he had long resigned that feeling something is a normal thing people need to experience. ( Not whatever bullshit Otou-san had taught him, Anija had painfully explained ).

" You'll love dinner tonight, Tobi! " Izuna excitedly looped his arm around his and Tobirama internally thanked the man for breaking the awkward atmosphere between him and Madara-sama. He let Izuna dragged him away without a protest. 

With his sensing, he knew Madara-sama’s searing gaze on him hasn't even faltered and he shivered in shock as the man’s dense and hot Chakra manages to caress his entire body in a way that only a lover of a Sensor is allowed.  

Tobirama felt his face bloom with a blush. Did Madara-sama knows that what he did was inappropriate? Or did he deliberately act knowing what it meant?.

The Albino bit his lip in confusion. Maybe, maybe he'll let it slide for the meantime. Maybe its just an accident, right?. He didn't want to raise it as an issue because Madara-sama and Izuna are good people who treated their friends generously and with utmost respect. He liked spending time with the Brothers who let him ramble whenever an outrageous idea suddenly crosses his mind. They became very good friends of him. He wouldn't want to lose them if he raises question that would surely make them angry.

He couldn't help but curiously looked back to where Madara still stood motionlessly. The man was still staring at him and Tobirama felt his heart beat quickly as Madara smirked at him, making him blush furiously. He quickly whip his head back to his walking companion. Thankfully, Izuna is still talking his ear off and didn't notice anything amiss.

So Madara-sama did know what it means to use his Chakra in a way most expert Sensors do?. 

But the biggest question is, why now?....

Why declare his romantic interest after all these years?.

Surely, he's not wrong in thinking that Madara-sama is interested in him romantically speaking?. 

Tobirama felt his head ache with all of the unanswerable questions he's thinking of. He hesitated, should he dare to ask Madara-sama's intention?. And would the man even answer his impertinent questions?...

A hand inappropriately touching him on the small of his back made Tobirama stiffen in sheer surprise and he whipped his head to stare at the Uchiha Clan Head with wide eyes. 

" Is something the matter, Tobirama?. " the Albino hesitated to answer. He internally shelve for later everything that befuddles him. Now is not the time to stare off blankly into space and closely examine what Madara-sama's hidden agenda.

" Its nothing, Uchiha-sama. " Tobirama nearly stuttered his reply as he felt Madara-sama's hand caresses downward until it stopped at the top of the swell of his posterior. The man even had the audacity to raise a brow at him as if his action did not make him an internal mess. 

" Come now, Tobirama. Won't you eat dinner with us?. I'm sure the maids would be delighted that they can feed you their delicious cuisine again.  " 

Tobirama felt his mouth water. Its true. The Uchiha servants are fantastic cooks! On par even with the Akimichi. Its just a shame that the Uchiha would never dare to compete with the Akimichi's monopolized business or else he would have visited their restaurant as soon as Konoha was built. 

He shook his head at get rid of his fantasy. " I wouldn't mind a delicious dinner from your servants, Madara-sama, Izuna." Tobirama nods his head in quick agreement. Izuna beams at him while Madara-sama tilts his head. He looked quite pleased that he managed to convince Tobirama to eat dinner with them. 

The Albino stared for a minute at Madara-sama's handsome face. No one had looked so pleased when inviting him for dinner. In fact, the only other man that's delighted to have lunch or dinner with him ( with the exception of his own family ) is Nara Shin. But the man is a close friend and his visage when he is pleased with Tobirama is so far from Madara-sama's smoldering looks. 

Tobirama swallowed nervously. It felt like he's walking into a trap willingly. But surely, the Uchiha Brothers wouldn't put him in danger, right?. 

The Albino snaps out of his paranoid thought thanks to Izuna yelling that they need to hurry up or else he'll eat all of the food and he wouldn't leave them even a crumb. Tobirama hurried after his friend, he cannot take Madara-sama's intense staring for another second. 

He did enjoy his dinner with the Uchiha Brothers. But that night Tobirama doesn't know what came over him when he also agreed to sleep for the night in the Uchiha Brothers residence. All he knew was he felt tired all of a sudden and that he'll probably fell down from a tree if he attempted to even Shuñshin his way back to his Anija's Home. 

He was graciously offered the room next to Madara-sama and he quickly noted ( despite his unexplainable tiredness ) a doorway that connects his temporary room to that of the older man. He shrugged off the wrongness of it, too tired to ask his nosy question when he knew he's already inconvenienced his hosts. 

Tobirama slept without his insomnia kicking in. He was obliviously unaware of Hashirama and Mito visiting the Uchiha residence in an official capacity and that the Senju Clan Head and his Wife had started to negotiate with the Uchiha Council. 

He was unaware that Madara had formally claimed for a courtship trial and that Hashirama found himself with his hands tied from the Uchiha’s demands. At the end of the intense negotiations between the two Clans. A compromise was made that pleased the Uchiha and left a sour note to the Senju. 

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" I swear Madara. If you ever hurt my Brother I would never hesitate to declare a bloody War again to avenge him. " Hashirama sat in front of his so called best friend with a grim look pasted on his usually happy go lucky face. He ignored the sake that the Uchiha servants had lset down in front of him. He didn’t want to lose his inhibitions now in case…in his restrained rage he accidentally flattened the entirety of Konoha. 

Madara scoffs at his friend's declaration. " If you have paid attention as to how we love Hashirama you would know an Uchiha is loyal to their spouses until the day they die. "

Hashirama glowered and bark out a hysterical sounding laugh. " Oh, I know how you people love. You love with all your heart and soul and the moment someone rejects you. You all became insane people. " 

Madara nonchalantly shrugged without even denying his friend's accusation. 

" I can only promise you that Tobirama will be always love and cherish by me. I will never hurt him deliberately. And I'll do everything in my power to make his wishes and dreams come true. You can only interfere with our marital affairs if Tobirama himself claimed that I hurt him. "

Hashirama scowled. His hands are tied for now. But the moment his Otouto tells him that Madara abuse him is the moment Hashirama will make sure the man will regret laying his hand on his last Brother. 

" See to it that he'll be happy in your Clan Madara. I refuse to lose him. My last Otouto. I'd razed the Uchiha to the ground if he comes to harm in your care. " 

Madara inclines his head in a respectful agreement. " Fair enough my friend. " 

Hashirama was still scowling but a dainty hand laying on his arm made him hold back any other additional nasty thoughts he wants to lay on the Uchiha Clan Head.

" Enough, Husband. We have overstayed our welcome. I have faith that Uchiha Madara will keep his promise. You should naturally trust him too when you yourself declares he is your best friend. " Mito who sat silent the entire time the two Clan Heads had been talking had gently rebuked her Husband. 

Hashirama quickly deflated at hearing the sharp tone of his beloved Wife. " But Mito!. They’re taking away Tobi-chan from me!. " 

Mito rolled her eyes, thoroughly exasperated. " Tobirama is already an Adult. He should have been married a long time ago but we all know why his suitors suddenly disappeared and vanished ne?. " 

Izuna, who was content to listen at his Brother and the idiot Senju Clan Head talking, suddenly choke on the dango ( he's enthusiastically demolishing ). Madara automatically thumps his back repeatedly to get rid at the blockage in his throat. When he finally spat out the dango, he stared wide eyed at the Senju Couple and shrilly screams. 

" No wonder Tobirama is so painfully oblivious!. You stunted his mental growth you overgrown weed!. " he glared accusingly at the Hokage. 

Hashirama only cocked his head. " No. I didn't. I just saved him from interacting with unworthy people. " 

Mito shook her head at Izuna. " It is true. Most men who came forward requesting for Tobirama's hand had just only wanted the Senju's influence, specifically they think they can shackle Hashirama's power to their own pathetic Clans. "

Madara's face smoothing into a blank one made Izuna shudder. " I trust they're taken care of, Hashirama?. " 

Hashirama grimaced. " Of course I did. I only killed those bastards but I also did send their remains to their Clans if they ever dared to pull another stunt like that again. Naturally, everyone agreed not to cross me again or else the Fire Capital would lose most of its Noble Families. "

Izuna scandalously gasp. " Civilians wanted Tobirama's hand?!. How dare they think they could measure up to his greatness!. " 

Mito gracefully nods her head in agreement. " I too was taken aback at the sheer idiocy and audacity of some of the Civilian Families. It also cemented the fact that most of their Culture really relies on leeching and then betraying off those who they deemed too powerful. " she took a dainty sip on the teacup porcelain on her hand.

The Uchiha Brothers waited for the Senju Matriarch to continue speaking.

Mito continued and what she spilled made the Brothers glower ferociously. '" Even the Daimyo isn't exempted from this type of political stance. We have the confirmation that one of Tobirama's suitors is a close relative of his and we know he's brewing something to avenge his nephew. But of course he is a cautious man. He wouldn't idiotically wage war against us if he doesn't want Konoha and the neighboring free Clans to destroy his beloved Capital. Hashirama and I expect that he'll do something when word reaches the Capital that the Uchiha and Senju are uniting because of you and Tobirama. "

Madara clenches his fists and his thunderous expression makes the Senju Couple nod and glance at each other. " If that man tried anything funny on my wedding day. I'll personally slit his throat, happily. "

Izuna enthusiastically nodded his head in accordance with his Brother's words. " And I'll happily back you up, Aniki. " 

A knock on the door cuts off whatever tirade Izuna will add. Madara hush his Brother and gave permission to whoever had knocked to enter. 

Hikaku easily slip into the dining room. Madara and Izuna stares in surprise at their cousin. The man should have been sleeping, so what made him wide awake at this hour?. 

" Madara-sama. Tobirama-sama is wide awake and I can sense his Chakra felt afraid. Must be because he couldn't sense anything outside the bedroom he's in or that he's currently locked in there. I assume he's probably knocking at the adjacent door to your room to ask for your help. " 

Madara quickly jumps up from his seat and throws the Senju Couple a hasty goodbye before he runs out of the dining room, Hikaku hot on his heels. 

Izuna let his Brother manage the situation by himself, it's not like he'll be needed to calm Tobirama down. 

Hashirama purses his lips in disappointment that he couldn't see his Otouto before they leave but Mito reminding him that he'll see Tobirama tomorrow makes him quickly perk back up. As long as Tobirama isn't married yet to the Uchiha Clan Head, Hashirama can still freely spend time with his Brother as long as he can. 

Izuna gave the Senju Couple a pointed look. " And that's your cue to leave now, isn't it?. " Hashirama glared but he followed his Wife dutifully as Mito stood up from her seat and thank Izuna for the late night snack and that they even manage to set up a meeting between them even at this time of the night.

The Uchiha Heir eyed them with a displeased look on his face. " If it isn't my duty to receive guests with appropriate welcome I would have never let you step foot in here at this time. Amaterasu–sama, I can't wait to dump this responsibility to Tobirama. "

Hashirama opens his mouth ( by the look on his face he would have spat vitriolic words back at the younger Uchiha damn the consequences) but Mito immediately covers her Husband's mouth and she smiles blandly at Izuna. 

" Fair enough, Uchiha–san. Farewell for now. But I'll remind you that Hashirama will come back early in the morning to fetch our Otouto. So it would be wise for Madara-sama not to do anything inappropriate to him, ne?. "

Izuna choked in the tea he's drinking. He slammed the teacup down on the table and hollered after the Senju Couple who already exited the dining room and was out of his sight. Did they use Hiraishin or something?...

" My brother is not a pervert or a lecher, you Uzumaki witch!..." 

Izuna stop his tirade and took a second to contemplate what he said. 

And then he blanched. Fuck, the Uzumaki witch was right. Why didn't he remember that Madara had creepily collected Tobirama's personal clothings in the span of a month?..

He quickly jumped up from his seat and Shuñshin out of the dining room to the east wing of the House. He didn’t pay attention to the guards ( who eyed him confusedly as he passed by them ) that were standing in front of the doors that led to their personal bedrooms. He had to check just in case….

He trusts his Aniki. But he also doesn't trust an Uchiha’s instinct. 

Arriving at his Aniki's private room. He tentatively knocks two times before he opens the door and peeks in.

Izuna took a relieved breath as he saw his Aniki sitting in front of the Chabudai and signing some scrolls that sits beside him. So far, everything is alright. The room is empty, save for his Aniki working with a fierce concentration. His Futon already neatly prepared in case the man retired any minute. 

Nothing was amiss. 

Izuna slowly exited the room. He also closes the door quietly. He didn’t want to disturb his Brother in case he's reviewing something important. With his urgent worry replaced with a breathtaking relief Izuna cracks a yawn and decided to retire for the night. He felt tired at the harrowing thought that his Aniki somehow did something….Curse that Uzumaki witch. He'll confront her tomorrow for making him needlessly worry. 

As Izuna trudge towards his own room. He's painfully oblivious that something is really amiss in his Brother's bedroom.

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Madara looked up from the scroll he was working on. He finally let a victorious smirk grace pass his lips as he felt Izuna's Chakra trudging towards his room. His dark eyes flicker to his Futon where a certain Albino slept peacefully.

It's good that he had the foresight to blanket an elaborate Genjutsu over one side of his room or else Izuna would have dragged Tobirama out of his chambers regardless if the Albino was still sleeping. 

Tradition states that Tobirama sleeping in his bedroom is wildly inappropriate but Madara doesn't give a fuck. He'll do what his instinct tells him to. 

No one can dictate to him, on what to do and how to act around his Fiance and soon to be Wife. 

No one. 

Not even Izuna or Hashirama….

Madara's dark expression smoothens as he saw Tobirama turn to his side as he sleeps. The Albino's gorgeous face was in his direct sight now and Madara was entrance again. He hastily puts down the scroll he's holding and he nearly Shuñshin to Tobirama's side in his eagerness to join the sleeping man on his Futon.

Tobirama's peaceful visage soothes something deep within Madara's Psyche. He doesn't know what it is but this irrational feeling makes him happy and at the same time spitting mad. 

Mad in the sense that he'll guard Tobirama zealously and ( a sinister whisper in his ear says ) he'll be like his Father ( who was a former shell of himself when their Mother died ) if something worse happened to his beloved.

He shuddered, he knew what he's capable of, if somehow, someway, Tobirama had come to harm. 

 

Carefully opening the blanket that covered Tobirama, Madara gently scooted to lie down beside the deeply asleep man. As soon as he's in a comfortable position his hands automatically gathered Tobirama's slumbering form in his arms and then he tucked the taller man's head under his chin, Tobirama's steady breaths that passed over his uncovered chest soothes the tumultuous thoughts that grinded in his mind for the last few minutes.

Madara closes his eyes, content in the meantime that his Beloved is safe and secure in his arms.

And then he dreams of a future where nothing painful will happen and he'll live his life peacefully with Tobirama until they grow old together and the Shinigami finally takes their last breath and they'll reunite in the Purelands together with all of their loved ones.

[mooooooooooooonnnnnn]

A New Sorcerer

Chapter - 3 I'll call you white hair

Synopsis- gojo x reader, a life in jjk. Continuing series. If you're confused please read the previous chapters :)

"Huh? What did you say?" Shock and a tint of blush was visible as his eyes were fixed on mine.

"I said your eyes are beautiful, just a compliment......you know."

Satoru was confused, not knowing how to react so he just chuckled slightly rubbing his neck. No one made him feel this way. No one ever did. He's not like this, his vulnerable side is something he's not aware of and it's blooming around you like you're spring.

"Sorry I came late I was quite tired, I saw the missed calls from shoko....."

My voice is coming out soft and deep cause I woke up a few mins ago.(I consider it a plus point)

No it's ok I can understand, they just left for a walk and I didn't feel like having a walk so coffee stops me anyways.

I smiled. "Y/n, Y/n Ryu is my full name." "I suppose I did not introduce myself clearly did I?"

"Yes you didn't. I'm gojo, Gojo satoru."

I'll call you white hair! I laughed and so did he.

2 weeks later

"YAAA DON'T ANNOY ME!" I yanked his hand off my waist as I continued eating the kikufuku he got from the store.

"Atleast give me a reward for bringing you sweets." He whined resting his head on my shoulder as he ate a whole kikufuku in one bite. "No I'm not goi tu gib u an rewa-"

I suddenly choked on the sweet as I started coughing. Oh God I'm gonna die!

Satoru panicked as he patted my back and gave me the banana milk he had in his pocket. Drink it quick!

Ohhh goddd I nearly saw the doors. I sighed.

"Don't talk while eating and if you really want to talk let's have a sleepover". He grinned looking at me with those desperate eyes. It's nothing different we both had sleepovers at least twice a week. We both felt the need to be close to each other and talk about things we didn't know actually existed in our minds.

"Alright but this time I'LL CHOOSE THE MOVIE! you choose the most dramatic serials which are just... I sighed. Unbelievable."

He leaned towards me, his nose near my ears. "Don't worry I'll make a better drama myself."

I backed off and kicked his butt. He groaned and I gave him a win smile, stuffing another kikufuku in my mouth.

I'm taking this real slow so that I don't mess up my ideas ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

[theweebnextdoor]

Operation: S.E.C.R.E.T.S

Operation: S.E.C.R.E.T.S

Sector

Enlisting

Child

Recruit

Ensures

Trouble

Surfaces

A new girl claiming to be family shows up on the Uno's doorstep but not everything is as it seems as she trains to be an operative. Meanwhile, an adult with a connection to this child becomes involved in the DCFDTL's lives as trouble ensues.

Chapter 2: Construction Destruction

"I'm telling you, no one would read a comic if Numbuh 2 Guy was the name of the hero." Numbuh 4 told his friend as they got into a little disagreement over names if they were superheroes like in the comics they read. It just felt so generic and bland compared to his awesome name.

"Oh? And Crushzilla is all you can come up with?" Numbuh 2 argued back saying that combining being able to crush things and the name of an oversized dinosaur wasn't that much better.

"Shows what you know! I'll bet Robin thinks I have the cooler name! Don't I, Robin?"

Robin peered over her shoulder to give her attention to the two boys walking behind her. Instead of getting ice cream like Numbuh 5 suggested they hit up the candy store which everyone was all for. Robin twisted the plastic bag of her gummy bears closed to save the rest for later before slowing her pace till Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 4 caught up with her; walking on either side of her.

"I personally like them both. If they are the names you came up with then they must be unique to you in some way so I see nothing wrong with them." She spoke. "I was never good at coming up with superhero names myself. I would have kept it simple and used my name but that's kinda taken." She let out a light chuckle as she felt Numbuh 2 slide his arm around her shoulders.

"If you're Robin then all you need is someone to be your Batman. I'd be more than happy to fill in that position." He smirked. The real version might have been a male but Numbuh 2 thought the female heroes were just as good and should be issued more. "Do you read comics?"

"I've read some. I was able to get my hands on a newer Flyer Yipper comic that came out a few months back but I haven't been able to read the more recent ones. You wouldn't happen to know where I could get them, do you?"

Numbuh 2 was thrilled to hear that this girl read the same issue he did. He was more than happy to let her borrow his copies. "Please tell me you collect the Yipper cards too."

"Depends. Got any good ones worth trading?" She smirked.

This girl was officially awesome. Numbuh 5 chuckled as she and the others walked ahead of them.

"Well, so far we learned she's a bit of a nerd " She joked to Nigel who chewed on his chocolate bar.

Being a fan of Yipper was only one thing out of all the things he still had to learn about her. Listening to Robin chatting away with his teammates, Nigel could tell that they liked her already. It didn't take a whole lot to impress these guys. He recalled not long ago how they befriended Lasso Lass and she was an adult.

Kuki had been asking Robin if she wanted to see her room once they returned to the treehouse when Nigel's watch started beeping, alerting all their attention to him.

"Numbuh 1 reporting in. What's the issue?" He questioned, talking to someone on his video watch who alerted them that there was trouble with Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb again down by the basketball court in the park.

Robin tried leaning over him a tad to see who was on the screen, but the call cut out after Nigel said that they would be right there. "You're going on a mission, aren't you?"

"Yeah! Finally some more action!" Numbuh 4 pounded his fist into his hand in excitement. After being forced to sit still in school for eleventy billion hours, he was itching to kick some adult butt.

Having to return to the treehouse so they could properly gear up, Nigel told his team to activate their J.E.T.A.B.O.O.T.S so they could move faster. Seeing how Robin was the only one without a pair, he held his hand out to her and told her she better hold on. She looked at his outstretched hand for a moment before smiling and grabbing on. This would be so much better than walking.

The small flight they took through the neighborhood as they passed different houses gave Robin a thrill but she was sure getting to see the treehouse up close and personal made her heart race even more. It looked a lot different from inside than when she first peered up at it from down below. It was kinda cool that the tree was a part of the house at the bottom too. She was busy checking out everything in the Vehicle Room as the others readied their weapons and turned as they all lined up to board one of their ships.

"I don't suppose I could tag along?"

"Well, of course, you can!" Kuki was quick to agree but Nigel held his hand out.

"No. This is Kids Next Door business only. Any kid not entitled to take on this mission should stay clear of the area. We shouldn't be gone too long."

Seeing Robin huffing, Numbuh 2 promised they would tell her all about it and would give her a proper tour of the treehouse when they got back. If she was going to be living in the Uno household, they'd love for her to be able to hang out with them too.

"Keep your word about those comics and you got it." She snapped her finger at him with a smirk before they boarded their S.C.A.M.P.E.R and took flight. Robin watched as they disappeared into the distance, turning on her heel and heading to the elevator. She wanted to explore all that she could of the treehouse but she supposed she could be patient for now. Besides, this would be a good time to message a friend of hers.

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All eyes were on her when she walked in. They would get random civilians trying to enter their coffee shop sometimes even though it was for villains only but something about the way this woman analyzed her surroundings before seating herself on a stool said that she knew what she was getting into by coming here.

"I'd like to fill out an application." She nodded to a worker who held up a pot of coffee, silently asking if she wanted some while she filled it out. Running her fingers through her long red hair, she looked at her reflection in a metal napkin holder making a note to reapply her lipstick afterward when she caught a glimpse of a few villains staring. Spinning around in the stool so she was facing them, the woman crossed one leg over the other before addressing a man who let out a puff from his cigar.

"Mr. Boss. Head CEO and winner of last year's Villain Choice Awards. Am I correct?"

So it seemed that this woman wasn't your average civilian after all.

"Who's asking?" He questioned as he leaned to the side a bit in the booth so another man. with large dental gear would have room to floss his teeth. What was there to floss though? All he had was one cup of coffee.

"Scarlett Weber is my full title." She answered, giving another look around the room. It wasn't a full house today but if she got the job she'd come across more villains. Maybe she could get them to give her more information on the Kids Next Door. "But Scar is my preferred name."

"You're not from around here, are you missy?" An elderly woman who had a cat-like appearance eyed the girl as she pet a white feline who slept soundly in her lap.

"Maybe not but I'm familiar with adults like yourselves and how you battle against children. Not usually on the front lines when dealing with them but I've played my part too."

Turning her head, she thanked the employee who brought her coffee and added one thing of creamer before holding up the paper to observe. Who would she be able to put down as a reference? Patricia Foster perhaps? A small smirk crossed her lips as she thought about how well she was able to trick those folks with just a wig and lousy pantsuit. Nothing against them but she much preferred her style of clothing. She turned back around so she could focus on the papers in front of her; not paying any attention to those around her or the sound of someone new stepping into the shop.

"Hey Mr. Boss, how are the kids doing?" She heard someone ask.

"They still have their bratty moments, but what can ya do?" Mr. Boss shrugged his shoulders. They may have been on opposite sides but they were still his kids so he'd put up with their antics at home as long as he could be rid of any other annoying brats. "Fanny has been begging me for one of those Rainbow Monkey CDs. Kids seem to think I'm made of money with all the crud they ask for."

The others murmured in agreement that kids usually did want the most ridiculous things.

"Hey, who's she?"

The man finally took notice of the new woman sitting close by. Even when facing the other way she was quite a looker.

"Someone new in town I guess," Knightbrace answered as he finished his flossing and put his stuff away. "Her name is Scarlett and she's had run-ins with operatives or has worked with someone who has. That's what I gathered."

Nodding, the man left the other adults to make himself comfortable in a seat next to the redhead. She barely gave him a side glance as he placed an order and nibbled on the end of his pipe for a moment before setting it down in front of him.

"So a villain like yourself is getting a job serving coffee for other villains? What's the story with that?" He asked, folding his arms on the long island table in front of them. "Assuming you're like us adults if you're aware of the bratty organization."

Lifting her head, Scar saw a man in a black silhouette cloak that covered his entire body and a pipe in the corner of his mouth. Somehow it still managed to show his facial expressions. She knew him to be Father. A very well-known villain in this town that she read an article on.

"Got to pay the rent somehow. My current boss is.. sort of away at the moment." She was able to make do with her last paycheck and what she had in her savings so far but it wasn't going to last much longer so she had to do what she could while staying in this town.

She had finished filling out the form and tossed the pen in front of her, taking a sip of her coffee. She might as well get a taste of their brand if she's going to be serving it. She had only taken her second sip when she felt the vibration from her communicator go off. Pulling it out, she flipped it open seeing she had a message.

[Today went well. I seem to be earning their trust and will find out all that I can soon. Let me know how your end goes. Oh, Mrs. Uno said we can make pizza bagels tonight! - Robin]

Giving a playful eye roll, Scar replied that she was doing well and for the child to stay safe while she was there. Robin might not have been her kid but she was still in charge of her while they issued out their plans.

"Not to intrude but is the Uno you're talking about related to a young Nigel Uno?"

Raising her brow, Scarlett turned her full attention to Father.

"You know him?"

"Know him? He's got to be the worst out of all the brats! I thought my children could take care of their leader for good but of course as always; they failed." He sighed and shook his head before adding his creamer.

"I'm sure they were doing their best but back to Nigel. Anything you can tell me about him?" Even if Robin was the one going undercover she had to do her part too. These villains had experience with these kids so the more they learned the better.

"Why don't you tell me the real story of why you're here and maybe I'll consider helping you out." Father was intrigued by this woman and if she and whoever this Robin was had bad intentions for the bald Brit, maybe they would be useful in taking down the rest of the Kids Next Door.

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Sector V did not disappoint with the tour and neither did those pizza bagels. Being gone only an hour, Nigel and his friends had time to show her a good portion of the treehouse before having dinner together down in the house. It felt..kind of nice. She usually didn't have family dinners with friends like this. It had mainly just been her and her dad..

She wasn't here to stay. This would all be short-lived when things went back to the way they used to be. Just like how she would be a student at Gallagher Elementary for less than a semester if things played out right.

Robin sat in the principal's office the next day with Monty and Jen. They were helping to get her registered and said she should be able to start classes at the beginning of next week. While the adults were talking, Robin leaned back in her chair and played with strands of her hair, trying to see if a piece was long enough to go under her nose like a mustache but not quite so due to being chin length. She was leaning back far enough to see out in the hallway from her angle and noticed a few familiar faces trying to sneak by.

"May I use the bathroom?" She suddenly asked, sitting back up straight as three pairs of eyes turned to her. "Please?"

Nodding, the principal told her it was just down the hall to her left before continuing his conversation with the Uno Folks. Perfect. That's exactly the direction a certain Sector had gone.

Five pairs of heads peered around the corners. Numbuh 2, 3, and 4 on one side and Numbuh 1 and 5 on the other. Looking to see if anyone else was out in the halls during class like they were.

"It looks like the coast is clear for now but stay alert for any hall monitors that might be patrolling." Numbuh 1 told them as he began giving out orders. "Their construction will be starting any time now so Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4 you distract and take care of the workers on the ground level while Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 5 take over their machines and disable them. Robin and I will find the one in charge and-"

"Robin?" He claimed in surprise now noticing how she was right next to him, observing the halls too.

"Heyo!" She saluted with two fingers and smiled at the team.

"What are you doing here?" Hoagie asked, knowing they had said bye to her this morning before heading out. Originally they had planned to skip school but then they received important information about some construction workers here that they had to put a stop to.

"Working on getting enrolled." She answered before turning to Nigel. "Your parents are here." She told him, pointing her thumb back behind her before leaning closer. "Now what is it that you and I are doing, hm?"

"Forget I said that." He could only hope that his parents wouldn't get caught up in the middle of anything. "We have something important to take care of. You just keep doing what you came here for."

"But the adults are talking about boring adult stuff." She gave a little whine. "This sounds like it would be much more interesting. At least tell me what's going on."

"The school hired some construction workers to bulldoze the playground so they can get rid of recess and force us to stay in class the entire school day with no breaks. It was said that they are going to rebuild something else in its place but we have yet to find out so we need to get our hands on any blueprints and have them destroyed." Abby explained knowing there was no harm in telling her. Word had started spreading of what was going down to other students anyways. She could imagine the panic they were feeling at the thought of not being able to play freely as kids should. They would make sure there was still recess no matter what.

"I'm all for a good education but that doesn't sound right. How can I help?" She offered. Next, you'll tell her that this school wants to take away lunch period too. She wouldn't put it past them.

Seeing how they had to get moving and Nigel didn't want to argue for her to stay behind he offered for her to look out and warn them if any more trouble was coming. Accepting the job, Robin followed the team outside where they went separate ways to cover more ground. Robin stayed close but made sure to stay hidden as well, peeking her head out from behind a slide as she observed.

Twirling around, Kuki giggled to get the attention of three men who were discussing which structure they should take down first. Noticing a little girl was dancing in the middle of their construction, they all tried to grab her but only succeeded in running into each other as she hopped on top of them when they tripped and fell to the ground. While she laughed at them, Kuki failed to notice the third one get up and creep up on her from behind. She yelped as he grabbed her arm tightly, demanding to know why she was out here disrupting their work.

"Ahem.."

Feeling a tap on his arm, he turned to see a blonde boy glaring up at him. Aiming his weapon which consisted of a boxing glove attached to it, Wally launched it forward right into his face, knocking the adult out and releasing his grip on Kuki. She smiled at the boy in thanks as she readied her weapon. With more adults running towards them she fired gumballs all over the ground causing them to lose their balance when they accidentally stepped on them. Anyone that did get by, Wally was ready to knock them out just like he did with the first guy.

"Doing good guys. Keep it up." Robin spoke to herself, hearing the machines start up, and could see Hoagie had got a hold of one as planned while Abby was still fighting someone who tried to prevent her from climbing into his bulldozer.

Looking around for Nigel, Robin found him jumping around high up on the jungle gym while shooting hot sauce at who she assumed was the boss with blueprints rolled up in his back pocket. Something didn't seem right though. Why would they keep the blueprints somewhere so easy to find and take? If Nigel was able to get close enough he could surely grab them so why be so careless around a kid?

Moving past the slide and swings, Robin eyed all around her to try and find something out of place. It seemed like Sector V had been taking care of all the workers. Almost all of them. Robin could see one man running across the kickball field with another set of blueprints gripped tightly in his hand. He was muttering about having to make the correct copies or else he will surely be fired.

"Hey, Numbuh 1!" Robin tried calling up to him to let him know what was going on, having reached the jungle gym but it seemed he was too preoccupied to hear her. The boss swung his hard hat at Nigel to try and knock him off balance but he missed and dropped it down below where Robin was.

Everyone had their hands full and didn't even notice the guy. Would they have been able to reach him in time even if they did? Someone had to do something and if she stopped him herself it might get Nigel to trust her more. She knew that he had his doubts about her and didn't blame him but she'd do what she could to change his mind. And that's how she found herself running across the field back toward the school.

"Where'd he go?" She thought to herself, glancing down both hallways once she came through the double doors. This would be so much easier if she already knew the layout of this school but since she didn't, Robin listened closely and was able to make out faint running footsteps from the right, going in that direction.

She eventually found him in a room hitting a copy machine with his fist and yelling at it as if it were a disobedient child. "Work darn you! Oh, maybe it needs more-!" He cried out and grabbed his wrist as he was suddenly kicked causing the plans to be released from his hand and into a little girl's.

"A new teacher's lounge?" Robin looked over what was going to be built in place of the school playground. Wasn't surprising that they wanted somewhere else to get away from the students but why did recess have to be the cost? "Meh, I don't think you'll be needing this anymore," Robin told him, as she began to tear the paper. If Nigel was trying to get the fake plans and this guy was sent in with the real ones it meant that they didn't have an extra copy yet and if she destroyed them now their construction would be ruined. Or at the very least put on hold.

"Hey, you can't do that!" Running forward, he tried to grab Robin and stop her from ripping it anymore only to run into the wall when she slid to the side and dropped his hard hat.

Robin climbed up on a desk and before she could reach for the top of the filing cabinet to get even more height, she was grabbed by the ankle and fell on her butt on top of the desk. She looked up to see the guy towering over her with an angry look on his face. Noticing something behind him, Robin got an idea but this guy would have to back off first.

"I'm giving you one more chance, kid! Give me back those plans!"

"But sir, how can you possibly get anything done with that headache of yours?" Robin faked concern as she put on the hard hat that she stole.

"What are you talking about? I don't have a-!"

Grabbing his shoulders to steady him and herself, Robin leaned her head back before slamming forward and headbutting him in the face with the helmet on. The impact left him completely dazed and he fell backward, seeing stars and birds spinning all around in a circle.

"You do now," Robin told him as she hopped back down and grabbed her head. "Ugh, and so do I."

Throwing the helmet to the side, Robin jumped over him and threw the blueprints into a paper shredder, completing her part of the mission. The machine nearly drowned out his cries that he was so fired but not quite as Robin sighed at the sad display.

"Robin!"

Looking up, Robin saw Kuki, Wally, Abby, and Hoagie peeking in from the doorway with hall monitors holding onto each of them. Wally struggled the most and threatened to pound the kid if he didn't release him.

"Guys!" Robin ran towards them. "How did things go on your end and where's Numbuh 1?"

"Well, we disabled their machines and gave them a good beating but Numbuh 1 said that the blueprints the main worker had were fake!" Hoagie explained with Kuki sending a glare in his direction. While he was driving he lost control when he was tackled by one of the men and the swings were accidentally destroyed in the process. Kuki wasn't too happy about it as they were her favorite.

"Numbuh 1 is searching for the real blueprints but other hall monitors are after him," Abby told her while putting her free hand on Kuki's shoulder to calm her, raising a brow at Robin. "And what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be on the lookout?"

"Oh, I had some business to take care of," Robin smirked and stepped to the side so they could see the shredded blue paper on the floor. "I don't think Numbuh 1 has to worry about those plans anymore."

"Alright!" Numbuh 2 cheered but was interrupted by one of the hall monitors.

"Yeah, yeah good for you. But that doesn't save you from getting detention for skipping class! Let's move it!"

The hall monitors began dragging them away and Robin thought she'd be able to meet back up with Monty and Jen in the principal's office but some girl grabbed ahold of her arm and began pulling her along with them.

"You're coming too!"

"But I don't even go to this school!" Robin argued and tried pulling away but was pushed forward and nearly fell on her face.

"You're going to be a new student though, right? Better to know what detention is like now if you're going to be another troublemaker."

"Detention can't be that bad, can it?" Robin turned to her new friends for an answer.

"Numbuh 5 guesses that you either never had detention or it was different in your last school."

Robin did have a detention or two in the past but Abby was right about it being different. What kind of school had a system built like a prison?! They were all thrown into separate cells within the same hall so they would still be able to communicate if they wanted.

"You'll be released at the end of the day! So until then keep it down! Maybe if you all behave we'll consider giving you some grub."

These guys were taking their job way too seriously. She was sure that Monty and Jen wouldn't be too happy to know she got detention before she even officially started school.

"Since we have some time to spare, want to play a round or two?" Robin heard Hoagie ask from the cell next to hers as he placed some cards down between them from outside their cells so they could both reach. Robin agreed with a chuckle as she pulled out her stack of cards from her pocket and told him she's been on a winning streak and wasn't prepared to lose now.

"Bring it!"

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They weren't sure how much time passed precisely but it wasn't long before Nigel was brought in with two hall monitors dragging him from either side. Robin's cell was opened and he was thrown inside with a grunt.

"Numbuh 1, are you alright?" Robin went to kneel next to him but was grabbed once again.

"You're free to go for now but only because the principal wants to have a word with you!"

Oh, boy.

"You guys can explain all that happened to Numbuh 1, can't you?" Robin asked as they started leading her away. "Wait, my cards! Numbuh 2 grab my cards!" She yelled to him as they disappeared past the gate.

"Guess what, Numbuh 1! Robin helped complete the mission!" Kuki smiled as Wally agreed that thanks to her there wouldn't be any stupid teachers' lounge being built any time soon.

"That's nice but we might have another problem," Nigel said as he sat up. "Before they brought me in here I'm pretty sure I saw the Delightful Children From Down The Lane."

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"Isn't the principal's office back that way?" Robin was still learning which way everything was but she was pretty sure it was in the opposite direction they were going.

"That was just a cover for those who requested to speak with you."

Before Robin could ask who they were talking about, they turned a corner and she looked up to see three boys in blue suits and two girls wearing white sailor dresses standing there waiting for her.

"Hello, Robin Hughes.."

-End Transmission-

Sunnie☀️: I'm actually thinking of including certain episodes in some chapters and seeing what it would be like if Robin was included in the fun. She does come in sometime after season 1 but I haven't figured out the exact timeline for what I have planned yet. If there is an episode you're interested in seeing I'll consider it but I think most would include the Delightfuls. They are my favorite villains in the show so I love every episode they are in. Though I do love the Toiletnator as well if we're talking adult villains. Who's your favorite villain?

[daemonoria]

                     𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌 𝐵𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝑂𝑆𝑇                           𝑊𝑂𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐹𝑈𝐿 𝐵𝐸𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐻.

               You're my best friend. My big and little sister in one. My sun, my ray of light, my rock in the surf. My pick-me-up on bad mornings, my sedative to wind down. My shoulder to lean on, my kick in the butt to get back up and keep going. The rose to my thorns and a hell of a lot more that I could never put into words. You are my better half, in the truest sense of the word. You gave me back the belief that you can have someone in your life whose loyalty you can always be sure of. No matter what may come.

You are the reason why I take up the fight again every day. Why I don't give up and why I can't. You showed me the friendship I've been looking for forever. You are the first person in my life who got to know and appreciate me with every kind and quirk. You know my peculiarities, my protective reactions and you know how I really mean something. You know my stupid sayings and love every single one of them, no matter how blunt or nasty the saying was. You let me participate in your life, in every way. And above all, you have given me so much during this time. You are one of the most important people to me. Nothing and no one will be able to change that. You changed so much in my life during this time, gave me trust in others again and showed me that true friendship can handle so much more than a difference of opinion. We've been going through thick and thin, ups and downs for several years now. And I can say with complete honesty that no one has ever meant as much to me as you do. You are so much more than just my best friend, you are more than words will ever describe. And I appreciate every day that we talk to each other, joke around, say stupid things and talk about series or something else. And I'm grateful that you exist. Today is your day, your birthday, and I will always move heaven, hell and earth for you. I love you, Niki. Endlessly, @shevampyre. 💜

Queens support each other. Such nonsense. Real queens fix each others crowns. But you didn't just fix my crown. You put my life back together from broken pieces, healed the breaks and made them whole. You have shown and proven true friendship to me. And made my life more lovable. Just with your existence.