#look at how fucking pale she is oof

[astralnymphh]

ellie with a back or shoulder tattoo..❤️‍🔥

ct; blurb, sub!ellie with a tinge of attitude, beach day, massaging (ellie receiving), very suggestive, tattoo is mostly up for reader interpretation, slight pussy play (ellie receiving). period started in the middle of jotting this, so apologies if it became rushed! otherwise, HUZZAH! [ellie img from keaneq_ on pinterest]

for all nerd intents— it would maybe be a dragon. unsure what else would be on her back (perhaps something cosmic?), but all is up for interpretation! so particular with the placement, though; it would peak out from her tanks, buying her the reason to wear them more frequently. and of course— she does. if there's a way to keep your eyes on her, she most definitely will deploy that advantage. "see how sick my tat looks in this shirt, babe? damn, best decision ever." (starts flexing her arms like an idiot) anywho, a scenario, if you will: waves crashing near, seagulls squawking off ears, and the scent of damp sand everywhere— you're at the beach, secluded in secret. ellie suggested you find secrecy, and it was right off the bat that you located the perfect, boulder-walled cove. situating yourselves between those stone giants, you could talk, touch, tangle, and canoodle to your heart's fullest content. in seclusion, instead of wearing a tank, ellie had clad this black sports bra. intentionally; it flaunts her freckles, her lean shoulder muscles, her new tattoo— so deep and dense soaked in sunlight, glistening since you're giving her body quite the pat-down with sunscreen. goddess knows that pale girl depends on it.

right now, though, she need not wear anything on her torso at all. "fuck— that's the spot, oof," she rasps harshly, groans with pleasure into the netting of her beach chair. it just had to turn into a massage sesh. poor ellie works so hard to provide for you two. who's to say she doesn't need some tender touching care? you roll your thumbs along the sides of her nape, pushing and ruching her skin slow and sensual. ellie is convinced you were covertly trained for this. it feels like you are. "ah— babe, can you, uh, go lower?" her voice strains, and she reaches a hand back, nudging the band of her swim shorts downward. the tattoo's length is now revealed entirely, and it draws your pupils and fingertips to venture upon it. noticing where you two connect, you stare; her perky little butt had been pressed into your crotch for minutes now, and all the impulsive fibers in your brain wanted to do— was grope. but you palpate above it, acting unbothered. it serves for a bit, until ellie makes the usual sly and stupid remark about it, her tone clearer and louder, "enjoying the view? hmhm, 'can't say I let you do this too often." and you can feel the purpose hot on her flesh when she adjusts her hips, drives her ass a tad into your groin— so you grip one side. control filled that grip. it turns vice, and so does your question, "are you enjoying being touched here? seems like it." the top knuckles of your digits curling an inch under her pulled waistband. the auburn bun you shot gazes of daggers at just then, turns away so she can somewhat face you, given her position. playful eyes of green answer before her throat can, and they ring with the audacity to provoke you further. heavy-lidded, low-browed. "tchh— obviously. I did tell you to go lower," her tone laden in attitude, plastered with a shit-eating grin. now, ellie did tell you that, but her voice emphasized that you hadn't gone low enough. hadn't trailed past the tail of her tattoo.

pretty slick of her. it however, doesn't compete with the slickness you discovered leaking from her cunt. as one hand continued its caressing of her inked spine, the other ran fingertips over the fabric of her stygian shorts, slotting the damp material in-between her pussy lips, and stamping her clit down with your thumb. "mhh, huh, fuuck," through her whimpers, she freed a scoff; impatient-sounding, "is this all ur' gonna do? tease me?" the tight muscles of her thighs softly clench your wrist. you knit your brows at her, removing the pressure your thumb gave, "just admiring your back baby, be patient."

[starlost-mochi-x]

Hi hi! It's me again :) since you offered and I loved your last fic I read, I was wondering if I could request something? A hurt/comfort+ fluff with Jisung helping you feel better after you overworked yourself <33 cute 🥺 thank you!

hello >< thank you for requesting haha, i wasn't sure if you'd take me up on the offer ! this fic is a little bit self-indulgent and i got carried away, but i had fun writing this ask, so here it is <3

instant ramen - han jisung

pairing: han jisung x reader

summary: jisung finds out you've been overworking yourself

genre: fluff, idol! au, lots of angst, fainting, mentions of not eating properly, sad reader, hurt to comfort, jisung ft. concerned leader bang chan

a/n: eat, eat, you EAT !!

The scratching of Jisung's pen and the occasional tune of a hum were the only sounds reverberating through the studio. He sighed, leaning back in his chair, pen at his lips, and thought hard, eyes tilting up to look at the paneled ceiling. Changbin was beside him, eyes laser-focused on his own monitor, and his foot tapping every now and then against the hardwood floor.

Struck with another idea, Jisung leaned forward again and scribbled it down so fast he knocked over the energy drink at the end of the desk. Changbin snickered in the background as Jisung scrambled to catch it.

Hurriedly repositioning the can, he turned his attention back to the digital program and added several new beats, creating an entirely new depth to the unfinished track. He scribbled a scheduled recording time on a sticky note and stuck it to the monitor, moving back to his lyric notebook.

He was in the zone.

Said zone was rudely interrupted by a soft yet persistent knocking on the frosted glass of the studio door. Jisung turned almost impatiently, his inspiration and focus fleeing almost instantly at the disturbance. He sighed.

"Hey, Chan-hyung."

The older boy's voice was quiet, apologetic, but his face was unusually calm. Almost too calm, like he was holding back.

"Can you come outside for a minute?"

Changbin glanced up from his monitor before Chan waved a dismissive hand. Jisung got up quietly and shut the frosted studio door behind him.

"Hyung, what's wrong?"

Chan's mouth pressed into a firm line, pulling Jisung's smartphone out of his pocket and handing it to the younger boy. "You left your phone in the dance studio, and it kept ringing, so I picked it up. Y/n's workplace left about seven calls."

A knot of sudden worry settled in the pit of Jisung's stomach. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is she okay?"

Chan's tone was soft, yet urgent.

"She fainted."

Jisung's knees buckled, and he fumbled for his phone. True to Chan's word, there were now about nine calls left unreceived.

"Fuck," he swore.

Chan pulled his car key out of his pocket. "She's at home. Come on, I'll drive you."

✧✧✧

Jisung fumbled with his house key, his hands clammy. He missed the lock about four times before managing to slip it in, and he tripped in his haste to get inside. Chan called a concerned warning from the driveway, locking his car.

Dashing to the living room, Jisung noticed a fluffy head of hair poking up from behind the couch. He climbed over the side and landed with an oof next to you, making you jolt. You were wrapped in a fluffy blanket, a glass of water and several snacks on the coffee table in front of you. You were still in your work clothes, though they were no longer orderly and free of rumples.

His hands cupped your pale face, eyes frantically searching over your body for any sort of injury.

"Jagiya, are you okay? I came here as soon as I could, I'm sorry I missed your calls, wait, why did you-"

"Sungie, I'm fine-"

"You fucking fainted, Y/n! Do you know how worried I was? Chan had to speed here because I was so worried. What happened? This is serious!"

You bit your lip, feeling guilty tears well up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, I just- I didn't mean for it to happen."

Jisung sighed, leaning into your side, his hand coming up to tenderly stroke your thigh. Chan waited by the doorway, eyebrows creased with worry and arms folded across his broad chest.

Jisung's voice was urgent, soft. "Jagi, what happened? Chan told me he saw so many calls from your workplace on my phone, because I forgot it in the studio. He said you fainted."

You nod, a hot tear spilling down your cheek.

Jisung sighed, biting his lip so hard he thought he might draw blood. "Did you eat today? Or drink water?"

Your silence was enough to tell him the answer. Jisung fretted, his hands coming up to gently tilt your face towards him. You hated seeing him so worried. All because of you, you think.

"Y/n, we talked about this, you need to eat, you need to drink water. No wonder you collapsed."

"I'm sorry," you cry out weakly. "It's so hard, Sung... I haven't had time to do anything, I just thought if I worked harder it would all fix itself," you sob softly into his shoulder, "But it didn't."

Jisung sighed, leaning his head on top of yours. "I'm sorry for getting all pissy at you. I didn't mean to snap, I just want you to be okay. Did you drive home?"

You sniff. "My coworker drove me."

Jisung nods, kissing your temple softly. "Have you had anything to eat, apart from these snacks?"

You shake your head.

Jisung lets out a soft noise of sympathy. "Let's get some proper food in you, and some water too. Did you drink any?"

You point to the half-finished glass of water on the coffee table.

"Good girl," he says softly, standing up. "Try and finish that, and I'll make you something to eat."

"Make me something too," Chan pipes up from the doorway, trying to lighten the mood a little, and cheer you up.

You shift a little on the couch so you can watch Jisung in the kitchen. He's busy rummaging through the fridge, pulling out several ingredients, then he disappears into the pantry. He emerges with three cups of instant ramen.

You and Chan watch inquisitively as he pulls the lid off one of the cups, turning around to switch the kettle on. He knocks the entire cup off the countertop, the dried ramen noodles scattering all over the floor. Chan winces just as a muffled curse comes from behind the kitchen island.

You take small, slow sips of the water, the glass cool against your skin as you watch Jisung clean up the mess. Chan carries two tablets to you and you swallow them before thanking him quietly, hoping the medicine will kick in soon. He leans against the back of the couch, watching Jisung clatter about in the kitchen. The kettle stopped boiling a while ago, but you appreciate Jisung's efforts nonetheless.

Chan leans down to you, an eyebrow quirked and his voice low. "He'll be a while," he says with a defeated chuckle, pulling out his phone and swiping up onto a takeout app. "Let's just order food."

You chuckle and nod in agreement.

a/n: i need new dividers

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Brat

More filth for @netherese0rb. I hope I've done the bear justice and you enjoy this my sweet! 💜

Halsin x F!Tav smut, 18+ etc etc.

Taglist:

@boufsy @owlseeyoulaterpal @lanafofana

@auroraesmeraldarose @aryancunin @miradelletarot @marlowethebard @silent-words

‘You’re so calm all the time,’ said Tav as she and Halsin walked a little ways out of camp, picking mushrooms and herbs for that night’s dinner. ‘I don’t get it.’

‘Peace is hard won,’ he said, kneeling to sluice his bloodied face with water. ‘You cultivate calm where you can, my heart.’

‘Hmm.’ Tav grasped a sprig of water mint and pulled harder than she meant to, wrenching it out by the roots and throwing it into the basket. ‘I just wish…’ She set the basket down, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘You’re so… I don’t know.’ She threw up her hands in frustration, unable to find the words. Stomping off, her hackles raised as Halsin’s laugh followed her in the balmy air, thick with honeysuckle and jasmine. She settled against a mossy tree, arms crossed.

‘What troubles you, sweet one?’ asked Halsin, loping over in long strides and looking down at her with eyes soft as a spring morning.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, not knowing how to say it. With a haughty little sniff, she turned away, trying not to smirk.

‘Ah, you’re playing with me,’ he said, his voice dropping to a rumble. ‘Brat.’ Her head snapped up to stare at him, eyes wide. ‘Get up.’ She stood slowly, suddenly feeling wary. Her muscles tensed, suddenly unsure what he would do. He stepped forward and moved slowly, like she was a scared fawn. ‘C’mere.’ Halsin’s eyes glowed gold but when he reached out his touch was gentle, trailing up her jaw and into her hair; she leaned into his touch only for him to gather her hair in his fist and pull her head back, watching her mouth fall open as she whimpered. He licked obscenely at her lips, groaning as he pushed inside her mouth and held her still. Her hands clutched his arms, but he would not be swayed, kissing until her mouth was swollen and she heaved great gulps of air as he pulled away.

‘Fuck… you…’ she tried. Tav strained against his grip, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss her again. He tasted of honey and smoke.  ‘Halsin, for fuck sake!’   

‘Impatient little thing,’ he said, stealing another kiss. ‘You’re so beautiful like that.’ He gave her a sweet smile and let go, taking a few steps back. ‘We should get back, the others will be wondering where we are.’

She stared open mouthed at his retreating back, unable to believe he’d leave her like this. ‘You aren’t serious-’

‘Deadly,’ he said, pausing but not turning. ‘If you will play games, my heart, you must learn to be a good girl and wait.’

She flushed. ‘What the hell-’

He gave a throaty laugh. ‘Feeling frustrated, my heart?’

‘Supremely.’

‘Indeed? Well.’  He tapped his lower lip, pretending to think. ‘I suppose I could be persuaded to help you out.’

‘Persuaded?’

His eyes darkened suddenly with a look that turned her insides to jelly. They flashed gold again and he threatened to transform, shuddering with the effort of remaining himself. ‘I am more beast than man, my heart. I want nothing more than to bring you such pleasure it makes you cry, but it will be on my terms, do you understand? So if you want me- all of me- swallow your pride and beg.’

She could not believe her ears. The edge in his voice brooked no argument. He was unmoved, only giving her a pitying look when she pressed her thighs together. ‘Please,’ she whispered.

‘Ah-ah,’ he grinned wolfishly at her. ‘Louder. Tell me what you want.’

‘Stop teasing and screw my brains out!’ she snapped.

‘Oh my,’ came Astarion’s voice on the wind from camp, faint but clearly delighted by what he was hearing.

‘Stop being such a perv, Astarion,’ came Karlach’s voice. ‘Let the poor girl get railed without your interference.’

‘Shit.’ Tav paled. ‘Halsin, wait- oof!’ His massive frame pinned her against the tree, her back to his chest.

‘Too late,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘If you try and stay quiet, I’ll only fuck you harder.’ He was hard against her as he grabbed her hair and arched her back, sliding into her slowly with his other arm braced against the tree. He groaned into her ear. ‘You feel so good, my heart.’ He pulled back, paused, and drove forward. Tav screamed, biting down on her lip. ‘What did I say?’ he growled, slamming into her again and again. ‘Louder!’ he snarled, rapidly losing control. Tav was barely aware of anything except him, his scent and weight and hands as overwhelming as his cock inside her making her body quake and sweat.

He kept his promise. She sobbed in pleasure, coming over and over and over again, overstimulated and barely able to stop the cries tumbling from her lips. He murmured in her ear the whole time, told her how good she felt, how beautiful she was, what a good girl she was taking his cock like that. Finally his control slipped and he came with a muffled cry of his own into her shoulder, spilling hot inside her.

‘Oh, bravo!’ came Astarion’s voice from camp, with his high-pitched giggle. ‘I’m almost jealous!’ He was actually applauding, the bastard.

Tav groaned. ‘I’m never going to live this shit down.’

‘You’re welcome,’ said Halsin, snickering as she shot him a furious look over her shoulder.

‘I fucking hate you, you know that?’

‘Hmm. You made that abundantly clear.’ He nuzzled her hair affectionately. ‘And I love you so much.’         

[toournextadventure]

everyone but her pt.9

Summary: winter break is right around the corner and Wednesday needs to work through her own feelings while trying to overcome the sudden distance. Not that she cares, of course.

Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: swearing Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist) Tag List: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @n0p35 @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @asters-abditory @alexkolax @thenextdawn @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot

“Are you guys ready for finals?”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book when you sat down beside her. “Here you go,” you mumbled as you placed the coffee in front of her. The mug was one that she had seen in your room a few times - there was no guarantee it was even your mug to begin with - and matched the one you were currently drinking out of. Whatever you were drinking looked far too pale to be of any genuine use to you. Was there even any caffeine in it?

“Because I am most definitely fucked,” you said before anyone else had the chance to answer you.

“I believe I’m set,” Wednesday answered you; she still wasn’t going to look away from her book.

“Okay, smarty pants.” She couldn’t see you, but she could practically hear your eye roll. “How about you, Enid?”

“I think I’ll pass, but no promises,” Enid answered.

“Yoko?” You asked, turning your attention to the vampire.

“I’ll fail lit, but everything else should be fine,” Yoko said with a shrug.

The three of you started talking about finals, something that Wednesday thought was far too trivial. With everything else you all had going on, why were you so focused on finals? Everyone was going to be going home in a few days for the winter break, what did finals even matter? Pass, fail, you were all going to get a break at the end of it, and if you had all just studied like you were supposed to, none of you would even be worried.

Warmth was suddenly introduced to the side of Wednesday’s thigh, and she looked down just enough to see you had scooted ever so slightly closer. Had you meant to let your thigh touch hers? Had that been a conscious decision on your part, or had it been accidental? If it was on purpose then what could have possibly made you do that, someone was bound to see the closeness. A weakness, truthfully, to let anyone see you getting close to someone.

Wednesday would never dream of doing such a thing.

“I’m just too pretty to do math,” you said with a shrug.

Yoko and Enid laughed while you let a smile slowly form on your lips behind your coffee mug. The sight of you sent Wednesday’s heart racing, but the way Yoko and Enid laughed gave her a different feeling. A feeling that made her want to pull you away back to the dorm so it could just be the two of you. They didn’t need to laugh so hard at your joke, it was unnecessary.

The page of her book never changed as you continued to talk with everyone. The worst part? She wouldn’t have even noticed if you hadn’t looked over at her book with a raised brow. Her elbow connected with your side and you let out a hushed “oof” before going back to your conversation with Enid and Yoko. What she did or did not read was none of your business.

Her eyes drifted aimlessly across the page in a desperate attempt to not listen to your voice. Or notice the heat of your thigh transfering to her and leaving her uncomfortable in a way that wasn’t completely miserable. If you were so worried about failing your finals, why weren’t you out there studying-

-your pinky linked with hers under the table, and Wednesday felt icy fingers grip her heart.

You were still talking as if nothing was going on, as if you hadn’t just done something to make Wednesday’s stomach drop. The mug in your other hand moved effortlessly with your gestures, and yet you squeezed her finger just so slightly. Was it supposed to be comforting?

Because it was. And that was terrifying.

“If I fail this semester, I’m dropping out and becoming a trophy wife,” you said. “What do you think?”

Oh shit. Wednesday’s eyes shot up to surprisingly meet yours; why were you already looking at her? There was a little spark in your eyes, one that Wednesday had started to associate with your desire to fluster her. Because it was clear you knew it worked, otherwise you wouldn’t do it so often. Yet that small smile on your face that you reserved for her and her only…

“You would never survive the first week,” Wednesday answered. Your mouth fell open while Yoko and Enid burst into laughter on the other end of the table.

“Shut up,” you mumbled as you attempted to slap them without getting up from your spot. “You couldn’t do it either.”

Wednesday looked back down at her book; she could feel Enid’s eyes boring into the top of her head. She needed to mind her own business if she knew what was good for her. It was as if Enid could see through her guise of nonchalance, her indifference to you or anything to do with the conversations you were all having. She needed to mind her own business.

You let go of Wednesday’s pinky finger, and she missed the warmth and comfort. But then almost instantly you slid your hand under hers, interlocked your fingers, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Now Wednesday was on the verge of begging Enid not to pay attention, because she knew the heat on her cheeks would be visible soon. And from the look of it, your own skin was flushed. You were going to give the both of you away.

The conversation continued, but Wednesday couldn’t hear a single word of it. No, all she heard was the blood rushing in her ears, her heart pounding within her ribcage. Sweat coated her palm, but she couldn’t tell if it was from you or her. Surely it was you, right? You had a much higher body temperature than she did, there was no way Wednesday was the one with clammy hands. She didn’t even care enough to be nervous. Subconsciously, she squeezed your hand once in return; your nervous smile grew bigger.

“Shit, I gotta head out,” you said after who-knows how long; your eyes were stuck to your phone. “Weems will kill me if I miss another detention.”

“What did you get detention for this time?” Yoko asked in a teasing voice.

“Someone said I made a homophobic joke,” you huffed as you brought your mug up to your lips. With a frown, you realised it was empty.

“Aren’t you gay?” Enid asked with a barely contained grin.

“Yeah, and?” You reached over and shamelessly grabbed the mug in front of Wednesday, bringing it up to your lips to finish her coffee. Your nose scrunched up at how bitter it was. “Those two aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“Quit committing hate crimes and get to detention,” Yoko said as she tried to usher you away from the table.

Wednesday felt you squeeze her hand one more time before letting go and standing up. She gave you a side glance - Enid better not say a single word - and you gave her a toothy grin. Why did you have to get yourself in trouble? Could you not behave for a single week? Now you had to leave, which meant she couldn’t tolerate you holding her hand.

“See you guys later,” you said as you grabbed the two mugs to take back to your room. “Unless I commit another hate crime.”

“Get out!” Enid and Yoko shouted at you.

With hands - and mugs - held up in mock surrender and a stupid grin on your face, you left the group to head to your detention. If Yoko and Enid didn’t stop looking at Wednesday, she was going to pluck their eyes out and feed them to the birds in the woods. They need to mind their own business, she thought as she went back to her book.

She still never focused enough to turn the page.

—---

With finals coming to an end, Wednesday was suddenly faced with the realisation that you would be going home for the break. Of course she knew she would be heading home, but it had never actually occurred to her that you, too, would be leaving. Nearly a whole month of you being gone and no easy way to talk to you.

Not that she cared.

Clearly, though, you were also unaware you would be leaving if your rushed attempts to pack was anything to go by.

“Deconstructing this is an art, Wednesday,” you said as Wednesday gave yet another look of exasperation at your nest. “You can’t just move things, there’s a system.”

The sinewy muscles in your forearms flexed as you raked your lithe fingers through your hair and continued to look down at your nest. Wednesday’s eyes stayed glued to your arms as you moved around. Oh how she would love to dissect you and see what was underneath. To see what made you tick, what made you so very distinct from most others that she knew. 

Was your anatomy different from others? With your wings, surely you must be lighter than normal people; unless that meant the muscles near your wings were far stronger than she assumed. Then there were the muscles in your back, did you have extra to accommodate for the foreign limbs? They had to exist, it was only logical. The bones of your fingers were prominent as you picked up a-

“-am I going on this trip?” Wednesday asked.

You froze and stood up straight, turning your head to face her. The skin between your brows wrinkled - why did the word “cute” come to mind? - as you looked around, confusion clear in your eyes. But Wednesday’s eyes were still focused on your hands.

“No?” It came out as a question instead of a statement.

“Then why are my clothes going with you?”

Your eyes darted to the shirt in your hands before going wide. An awkward silence fell over the both of you until you attempted to clear your throat. It was just an attempt to fill the silence, Wednesday could tell, because you suddenly started finding other things around the room to be fascinatingly interested with.

“Are you all packed?” You asked, completely ignoring Wednesday’s question.

“Yes,” Wednesday said simply.

“When is your bunch picking you up?” You asked. “Is the tall man coming?”

Wednesday looked at you for a moment before realisation dawned on her. “You mean Lurch?”

“Yes, Lurch!” You shouted as you snapped your fingers. “I knew it was something cool like that.”

“Why do you care if Lurch is coming?” She walked over to your shelf and started looking at all of your stolen items. I think that scalpel was mine, she thought as she picked up the dull blade.

“I just think he’s neat,” you answered, followed quickly by a *thunk* as you dropped something into your bag. “Do you think I could take him in a fight?”

“He would fold you like a pretzel,” Wednesday answered. Where had you gotten that knife? It certainly hadn’t been hers. Who else did you know that had knives for you to take?

“I think I could take him,” you mumbled.

Wednesday continued facing away from you so you couldn’t see her smile. There was no logic behind your insistence that you could beat Lurch in a fight. What was even going on in that bird brain of yours to make you believe you could beat him? Your illusions of grandeur were endearing, but you would get hurt if you followed through.

“Oh, I wanted to give you this.”

She turned around to see you already holding something out toward her. Your smile remained as she reached out to take it from you. It looked to be a phone; slightly beat up, but functional nonetheless. The screen had a small crack across the top right corner, but the rest was completely intact.

“I know you don’t like technology,” you started, “but just in case there’s an emergency.”

In complete silence, she looked up at you.

“It’s not like Nicky needs it anymore anyway.” Your shrug was impassive but Wednesday could see something else in the way you suddenly avoided her gaze.

She kept her mouth shut as you awkwardly went back to packing your bag; it finally almost looked full. Her eyes scanned your room, finally landing on a piece of paper on your desk. With purpose in her stride, she made her way over to the desk and dug out a pen. The sounds of your movement halted, but she didn’t turn around, just continued writing. Even though she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

With a signature at the bottom of the page - why had she signed it? You would think she was an imbecile - she finally turned around and handed you the page. She was right; you had finished packing and had just been watching her the whole time. Her fingers grazed yours as she handed you the paper.

“Letters are more reliable,” she said, turning her eyes away from you before she started blushing.

Wait no, she wouldn’t blush, Wednesday Addams never blushed.

“How old school,” you teased. “Romantic, even.”

You needed to quit talking. The words coming out of your mouth needed to stop because everything you were saying was worse than the previous sentence. Writing letters was not romantic, they were practical. What part of it was romantic? Then again, there was something so very personal about someone’s handwriting, like getting to keep a part of them that most didn’t get to see-

-Stop it, Addams. You’re not your father.

“I should get going.” Wednesday hated the way your smile instantly dropped. You really needed to quit with all of this.

“I’ll write you.” You held up the piece of paper. “I… won’t expect a call though.” The audacity you had to tease her. Even though you were absolutely right.

Wednesday gave you one more look before turning around and walking to the door. But her feet moved too slow, they were practically dragging. Why was she not walking her normal pace? There was no logical reason, and she was not trying to get more time with you. It would be four weeks, it wasn’t the end of the world, she would see you again.

“Wait,” you called out, and her feet stuck to the floor. “I forgot to give you something.”

She could hear your bare feet padding across the wooden floor. There was no time for her to turn around before she felt something warm and soft against her cheek; your lips, to be exact. Her eyes went wide and she felt her heart physically freeze in her chest. It felt like an eternity before you removed your lips and stood back up.

Fire engulfed her entire body. You had kissed her cheek. You had walked over, leaned down, and kissed her cheek. No hesitation, no reason behind it, you had just done it. And now Wednesday was frozen in spot, and her whole body felt too hot, and her stomach was in knots, and she felt like she was going to vomit.

“As a goodbye present.” The smallest bit of relief filled her as your voice shook; maybe you were feeling the same way she was. She hoped you were.

“Write soon,” Wednesday said. Her own voice shook and matched yours.

Without giving you any chance to say - or do - another thing, Wednesday rushed out of your room. The door shut behind her with a deeply unsatisfying *click* and she just stood there. Her back fell against the door and she let out a shaky sigh as she looked up at the ceiling.

She was getting in way over her head.

—---

It had been four days since Wednesday had been home for the break, and she found herself missing something, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. There was just something missing from the house. Maybe it was less chaotic than when she had left; Pugsley was, after all, attempting to grow up. He was failing, but he was attempting it.

But when Lurch brought the mail in and Wednesday saw a letter with your name on it, she realised exactly what was pulling at her stiff heartstrings.

“Isn’t that your friend from Nevermore?” Pugsley asked as Wednesday tenderly held the letter in her hands.

Friend. That’s not exactly how Wednesday would put it, though she wasn’t quite sure what you were. You could be called a friend, yes; you both associated with each other in and out of school, and you often came over to her dorm to study or talk. That was what a friend was, was it not?

But sure you were also something more. She couldn’t claim Enid made her feel the same way. None of her other friends set up an autopsy for her, or asked her to the Rave’N, or even held her hand underneath the table. You were a friend, but could you be considered something else as well?

Wednesday didn’t answer Pugsley, instead opting to head to her room without a backward glance. Her fingers gingerly opened the letter, making sure not to tear any part of it. Your handwriting was horrendous; that was the first thing Wednesday noticed, and it was almost the only thing she could focus on as she tried to read it.

Hey Wednesday!

I really hope you got this because I lost the paper with your address on it, so I googled it. If this isn’t Wednesday then fuck off, this isn’t for you.

Hope you made it home safe! I got back the other day and I’m already exhausted. Love my family dearly, but there’s just too many of them. I always forget what it’s like to have to share a room. Does that make me spoiled?

All my siblings wanted to tell you hi, so they’re putting little notes at the bottom of the page. You don’t have to answer them, they just think it’s fun to say hi to people. I’m not even sure if they’ve ever written a letter before, so this whole thing is an adventure for them.

No rush to answer this letter, just hoped you made it home safe and sound. Try not to get into too much trouble over the break so you can come back to school. It’s your turn to plan our next outing.

P.S. Hope you can read my handwriting!

Wednesday’s eyes trailed to the bottom of the page where, yes, there were around half a dozen little notes and names. She had yet to know much about your personal life outside of Nevermore, but this was still a shock. How could you bear to have so many siblings in one house?

She supposed it wouldn’t hurt to write back.

It was nearly a week later that Wednesday got the next letter. Again, your chicken scratch was on the front, and she grabbed it from the pile and quickly made her way up to her room. She did her best to ignore the looks her mother gave her as she rushed off; it was none of her mother’s business what correspondence she was receiving.

It’s me again!

Your letter was very fancy, the black paper was a nice touch and Emily loved the wax seal. I think she cut it off and put it on her desk. You better be careful or they’re all going to start writing you letters too. Never seen them so excited to get mail, it was pretty cute. Don’t spoil them though or I’ll never hear the end of it.

Be nice to your family, they just missed you. Not Thing cause he sees you all the time, but no one else does. How’s Lurch? Is he training for our fight to the death? Cause I still think I can take him. He’s no match for me.

We all went snowboarding on the hill behind the house yesterday. You should’ve seen it, it was so cool, Alex finally landed his first jump. Nearly broke a fang in the process, but he’s fine, little vamps always bounce back. Would’ve been funnier if he turned into a snaggletooth though.

By the way, my abuelita and Auntie C want to know what your family is interested in. I don’t know what they have planned, but I would bet it’s nefarious. Which means you might like it, actually.

It should be getting cold up there soon, so stay safe!

P.S. Tell Pugsley I said hi!

Why would you want her to tell Pugsley hello? You had only met him once, what did it matter if she told him or not. Not to mention, why would your family want to know her family’s interests? You didn’t seem like the type of person to have an abuelita. And your little brother was a vampire?

Every new thing in your letter just increased Wednesday’s curiosity of you. You were certainly an oddity, and Wednesday had a fatal curiosity to know everything she could. Learning about your personal life was quickly turning into one of those things.

“Wednesday?”

Her mother’s voice forced Wednesday to hesitantly lift her head out of her book. It was quite good, she was learning a lot more about Outcast anatomy, but she supposed she could take a break. Her mother was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and an irritating smile on her lips.

“We all seem to have gotten packages from your friend.” There was a ridiculous lilt to her voice when she said the word “friend.” If she knew what was good for her, she wouldn’t pretend to know what you were. “Come into the living room and we can open them.”

Wednesday set her book down and followed her mother, her own thoughts racing. Packages, plural? It must have been part of the nefarious plan you had said your abuelita and Auntie were putting together. A part of her hoped it was a fatal plan; wouldn’t that be exciting? Another part felt like her insides were being dipped in ice cold water at the thought that they had gotten everyone something. What was their game?

The curiosity only grew when she saw that, yes, there was a package for everyone in her family; Lurch and Thing included. They were different sizes and each was wrapped in black paper with a black bow on top. Presents, Wednesday easily deduced, you sent presents.

Wednesday searched for the letter that no doubt accompanied the presents. Her grandmama handed the letter to her without a word, and she instantly opened it. There were more little signatures on the bottom, as well as more professional looking ones. It seemed everyone had signed this one. She started to read it as everyone else opened their presents.

Don’t be mad at me, I didn’t know what their plan was. I don’t even know what they got all of you, the assholes didn’t let me put my name on it. So whatever they got, if it sucks, it’s not my fault.

Anyway, they don’t want anything in return. Abuelita said it was the good thing to do, and Auntie C said if you send ANYTHING back she’s going to find you and make you pay. She’s not as scary as my Momma, but I would still listen to her.

Be careful when you open your package, I think some of the kids tossed stuff in the box too. I know Hailey definitely tossed a bone or two in there, and I think Emily gave you her favourite rock. Just be careful, everything probably shifted around in the mail.

Don’t laugh at me, but I’m kind of excited to get back to school. Weird, I know. I guess I just miss everyone. Not you though, you’re a pain in my ass. But I guess we could get coffee when we get back, you know, as a welcome back treat.

P.S. Check the phone, I sent you a few things.

Wednesday looked around to see what your family had gotten everyone else. Pugsley was holding some new fishing lures and looking at them with furrowed brows, but a smile nonetheless. Her father was marveling at a sword that looked… strikingly new. Dried black flowers in a shadowbox had been her mother’s gift, which she was smiling down at fondly. Then there was what looked to be a personal cookbook for her grandmama, a new black tie for Lurch, and some soap and lotion for Thing.

“Should we have gotten something for her in return?” Pugsley asked, looking around the room.

“No,” Wednesday said as her fingers wrapped around her own present. It stayed unopened. “Her family said there was no need.”

“Then we will at least send a thank you letter,” her mother chimed in. She was still holding the shadowbox close.

Wednesday just nodded once before heading off to her room, ignoring the way her whole family watched her go. It was none of their business what was in the letter or the package. Her fingers peeled the wrapping paper off, being careful not to tear it. It was wrapped beautifully, she would admit, and efficiently; only four pieces of tape were used. She folded the wrapping paper and set it off to the side before finally opening the box.

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the rock and bones that you had mentioned in your letter. The rock was painted black with a small smiley face drawn in white paint; they were accompanied by what appeared to be a finger, a shoulder blade, and what looked to be a fang. Then there was a book on medieval torture techniques, and a dagger with a black hilt and a startingly white blade tucked safely into a black scabbard.

Whatever your family’s play was, they were certainly kissing up for something.

She put everything in their own place in her room. There was a place for everything, even your sister’s favourite rock, although Wednesday had no idea why it had been included. Only once everything was where it should be did she finally dig out the phone you had given her.

It took a few minutes to figure out how to use it, but she quickly noticed that you had sent what looked to be some pictures. She flipped through them slowly, taking note of the amount of people in the pictures. There you were helping your sister - Wednesday would never know who was who - on some skis. Then playing a card game with a group of adults; the moonshine on the table was beyond evident. A family photo, candid photos, a few with you just in the background. And in all of the pictures, every single one, your wings were out and you had the biggest smile on your face.

In the privacy of Wednesday’s room, she looked at the pictures and smiled.

Maybe, just maybe, she was willing to admit to herself that she missed you.

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Just thought of something,

Imagine Ezra with a reader that is like kinda disgusted with him. They give the bombastic side eye and sneer/give him an unamused look *ofc they don't say anything*. They only see him as a convenient booty call and then ghost him. (Seriously, reader will disappear at random for like 1 week or so somewhere and then come back 😂)

"That dude uhh...what's his face?....Ezra! Yeah no, he's like a walking penis to me, that's it. :/" DPNJDNPDBPB

my GOD i love this idea.

MINORS DNI!!!!

CW: G/N!Reader, reader referred to as they/them, no genitalia described for reader(just hole), SUB!Reader, p in hole, rough sex, names for reader (good slut), reader has hair(not described),

“Ezra? what? no way, we are literally just fuck buddies.” You cross your arms.

Your best friend’s eyes travel from you to something behind and very far above you, then they swallow hard with widening eyes.

“He’s right behind me isn’t he.” you ask, though you already know the answer. Who else at this college is almost seven foot?

They nod slowly. “uh huh…”

“Ezra, hey….” You roll your eyes and shift your weight lazily onto one hip once you’re turned to face him.

“I heard ya talkin about lil’ol me,” His wide smile leaks smoke between teeth, a lit cigarette is burning between his finger and thumb. “Fuck buddies ay?” He strokes his chin.

You’re all stood inside campus, the english building specifically.

“Ezra put that out, you’re indoors.” You scoff motioning with your hand to the cig, and deepening your frown. “And it’s not like I said somethin’ you didn’t already know.” You shrug.

“So you wouldn’t care if i just—” He grabs a chick from the growing crowd.

He makes the pale, brunette drop her books, his smile more than bordering on manic, making the chick back up until she’s blocked by his body against the lockers.

“Ezra you ass.” You cross your arms disapprovingly, “you’re scaring her.” you confidently stride over to the two and separate them. “Here, like this,”

You pull up her chin with you index finger, letting your thumb pull down her full lower lip gently, you place your free hand on the wall behind her, and start to open her legs by sliding your knee in between them.

Her eyes are wide like a rabbit’s caught by a snake.

“What the fuck.” Ezra stands dumbfounded. His brows knit harshly as he watches your little display.

He pulls you off of her and slams you up against the lockers yourself, the metal rattles against the bricks behind them. She squeals and runs forgetting her books all together. You can help the smile from growing wider on your face.

With an “oof” from you from the impact and the quick movement, He picks you up under your arms desperate to get you higher, you bounce as he throws you upwards to catch you this time by your ass. Your legs naturally wrap around his waist, with your back already arching into him, his erection rubs you in just the right spot through layers of clothes.

Your lips are pulled to each others wonderfully like magnets. As his tongue enters you without asking permission, he assaults your own with it aggressively, making your body glow hotly. He’s so rough, chasing his own highs using you more like an object for his own pleasure.

your back arches, lining you guys up perfectly, you grind into eachother and groan in unison.

“Y/N,” he says into your neck as his mouth follows the curve of your shoulder, biting down along the way, and tasting your skin.

His breaths cause you to release shaky little gasps and whimpers.

Your hands pull his face even closer to your body, the way you’re drawn to eachother, you can’t be close enough.

You don’t wonder why that is.

He pushes his hips forward to hold you without his hands. He needs them for a second to open his pants and get your own bottoms out of his way.

He bites the bottom of his shirt to hold it up, it must’ve been too baggy and he couldn’t see over it, but your eyes scan down the washboard, down that happy trail, and from this angle, you can admire how big he is as he grabs it by the base, his fist barely wrapping around it, he lines up with you.

You bite your lip, brows peaking and maw drooling in anticipation.

Your hips wiggle on their own unintentionally making it harder for him and he slips, his molten cock rubs up against your front instead of deliciously slotting into you.

“hhaaa, Ezraaaa!” Your aura buzzes around you, “Fuck me already! please!” you beg.

Taking hold of his hard member, he makes you think he’s finally going to enter you, but instead he slaps you with it.

You jump, looking down again.

A thin thread of his pre connects you both.

He slaps you with the meaty thing again!

“St-stop!! Just put it in! oh my gods!” You stutter as pleasure ripples through you like electricity.

Your hand is up near his face when he guides the tip to pop inside you. He takes your hand roughly pulling it away from him, for a second you’re scared he might break your wrist…

You’d of never expected what he actually did next…

Bringing it back to his mouth, he chastely kisses your palm locking his eyes with yours so he knows you watched.

Not looking away, he then bites your wrist, though not as harshly as you’re used to from him. It’s so light in fact it only tickles, and you whine and grind against him.

It feels confusingly loving…

Your heart squeezes in your chest.

You have to physically shake your head, unsure if that’s what you’ve actually just witnessed and we’re a part of.

His expression hasn’t changed from serious, to anything less as he rubs against you.

Finally though, he pulls your bodies together at the base, letting you slide down enough for him to spear you open with his hard member.

“Ffffuck~” he lets out, his eyes only closing briefly to savor the feeling of you. “S’tight” his voice comes out a deep hiss.

His grip on your ass tightens, as he pushes as far inside of you as he can burrowing his way all the way up to your still thumping heart.

It’s hard to breathe, so you’re left shallowly gasping until he pulls out, just to bull head his way back into you, slamming your body roughly against the lockers.

The crowd of gawkers have been snapping pictures and taking videos, but you don’t care, and Ezra certainly doesn’t.

With a particularly hard thrust from under you, you let out an even louder moan, your head falling back against the metal and dragging down against it as he continues to fuck you. Your toes are curled so hard.

“Hah~ Ezra~!” Your voice is music to his ears, he bites his lip and starts plowing more viscously into you. “Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Ezra!!”

“Such a good slut, always takin’ me so well!” He grabs you by the hair, pulling your head back farther, before leaning on closer to whisper, “You better be smiling for all those cameras,” he nips your ear making you yelp.

you look past Ezra and hold up a peace sign while grabbing his shoulder with your other hand for some semblance of control.

He bounces your body against the metal, but you get some headway, and start fucking him back, using all of your strength to lift yourself up, it feels like trying to lift weights when you’ve never lifted before!

But you manage to do him, and his eye twitches as he realizes what you’re doing.

It’s quickly becoming a battle to see who can get the other off first.

You squeeze him as tightly as you can, arching your back just so when you shove yourself back over him, and coming up you bend so that he can feel every spongey bump inside you.

You can feel him getting close, but you are too.

He tries to tightly hold your hips but it’s too late for him, and the second he takes control back he emo

As he holds you there, you wrestle control back and start to lift yourself against his newly sapped strength.

“Y/N!” He grunts and shudders. Arms coming around your upper body, in a tight embrace, as if…

As if he’s afraid to lose you.

You cum over him.

As he shudders and continues to squeeze you, you slip from his grasp as he catches his breath against the locker, once you’re detached you take his phone from in his pocket “Smile for the camera, baby” and take his picture.

You toss the device at his feet, and fix your clothes.

He’s still catching his breath, you’ve never seen him this winded, you don’t let your mind linger on why that might be before you return to your friend and leave him there,

his now limp dick out for everyone to laugh at.

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday

mm hi pals, i'm working on the christmas fics so i haven't made progress on much of anything in the last few weeks BUT i have decided i want to get the burning house fic done before 14 march and oof, i will hit that goal

anyway, have an angsty snip i've shared before but i've made minor changes so pretend it's new

“You’ve got a lot of nerve bitching at me about Natalia when you’re no better than me.” Buck sneers, an ugly thing that twists his face up crooked and mean. “Marisol, really? I had to drag you to help fix up her place, and now you’re playing house with her?”  “Fuck you, Buck. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Buck’s barked laugh is harsh and grating. “You don’t love her and you never will,” he says, shaking his head. “She deserves better than you.”  Red hot rage shoves up in Eddie’s throat, acidic and thick. “Get out.” He moves forward and pushes Buck’s shoulders hard, ignoring the way Buck stumbles backward into the refrigerator, knocking off the pictures and nearly toppling over. He won’t hit Buck—never—but he needs Buck gone now. Right now. “Get the fuck out of my house, Buck!”  Buck rightens himself, wide-eyed and pale in the face. He holds his hands up in surrender. “You want me to leave?” he asks, small and soft. His anger’s cooled significantly from a moment ago; he looks like a frightened child, full of regret. “Eddie?”  No. No, Eddie doesn’t want Buck to leave. How could he? The itchiness in his fingertips and the chill in the center of his chest are only soothed when Buck’s around. But that smolder of fury in the pit of his stomach’s been stoked after too long and he needs Buck to leave before the cap on his wrath loosens and he takes everyone down with him again.  “Go, Buck.” The please goes unsaid, unheard. “Get out.” 

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[artiststarme]

Utter Chaos

Oof, this may be the dumbest and most chaotic thing I've ever written. I'm writing the second part to the fic where the Party forgot Steve's birthday so stay tuned. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Robin was his best friend, his ride or die, his Platonic soulmate with a capital P. He knew she still wasn’t comfortable enough  to come out to the Party just as he wasn’t. So when she accidentally made a gay comment that outed herself, of course Steve jumped to focus everyone’s attention on himself. 

Robin was talking to Nancy about the failures of dating or something when it happened. She laughed at Nance’s comment about having crushes on poor choices. 

“Yeah, I had a crush on Vickie until I found out she had a boyfriend.” Robin’s eyes widened as soon as she realized what she said. 

“I mean-“ her panicked eyes whipped over to Steve’s and he knew he had to fix it. 

“How’d you get over it? My crush on Eddie just won’t go away.” He asked, sounding confident and nonchalant but his insides were riling. 

His words caused Eddie to suck in a deep breath of air and start choking. Steve looked at him and patted his back which only seemed to make the choking worse. 

“Dude, are you okay?” Eddie just gave an undignified whimper in response. 

Nancy’s eyes narrowed on Steve, “so what, you’re gay now?”

He felt oddly defensive in the face of her scrutiny and narrowed his eyes in retaliation. “No, I’m half-gay. What’s it to you?”

Robin cut Nancy off from the tirade that was sure to come, “Steve, it’s called bisexual.”

“Yeah, I’m that. I like guys and girls.”

Nancy paled a few shades, “that-that’s a thing?”

“Um yeah, obviously. I didn’t really realize it until I saw Eddie in the boat shed though.”

Eddie’s back tensed under Steve’s hand and he made a muffled shout of frustration and outrage. Steve just gave his shoulder a pat in commiseration. Yeah, he’d been there for months. Welcome to the club, Munson. 

The rest of the Party was silent. Dustin was staring between him and Eddie in unbridled glee like all of his wishes had come true. Lucas and Max looked unperturbed like they’d known for months which knowing them, they might have. Will looked hopefully ecstatic and El was smiling happily. Mike though, looked pissed. 

“That’s disgusting!” Mike yelled with his lip curled in disgust. 

“Shut the hell up, Mike!” Nancy yelled at her brother. 

Robin, Steve, and Eddie whipped their heads toward her but she just shrugged. “He shouldn’t talk to you guys like that. Plus, I’ve had a crush on Robin for weeks. I just didn’t know it was okay.”

Robin gasped obnoxiously and started hitting Steve’s shoulder over and over again. “Oh my god, oh my god, Steve! Oh my god! Can you believe this? Oh my god, no, does this violate our bro code? Oh no, she broke your heart. Of course you wouldn’t want me dating her.”

Steve just shook his head, “Robs, I just want you to be happy. I don’t mind if you want to date my ex. But if Nance hurts you like she hurt me, I’m gonna go after her and make her regret it.”

“Oh, thanks Steve!” She hugged him and he closed his eyes. At least everything had turned out right in the end. 

He didn’t notice Hopper and Joyce at the top of the stairs. They were both staring into the basement in confusion at what they’d just heard. All Hop could do was look at Joyce in utter befuddlement and mouth “what the fuck just happened?”

She just shrugged her shoulders, how the hell would she know?

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[astoryofsuchwoe]

Old Pains . . .

(you know im a little silly when i managed to write this much in a single day. VICEMBER SAVE MEEEEEE !!! brief mentions of being shot and stabbed as well as the pain that comes with it but im also very bad at writing pain. dividers by @/cafekitsune!)

(theo @tsukacchako and pale and yuuki @sotogalmo)

Ember could tell something was off with the way Vic refused to let him out of his arms.

"I know how to drive your bike, y'know-"

"Both of your legs are fucked up. You really want to argue right now?"

Ember sighed, leaning back into his partner as Vic parked the motorcycle. He instinctively moved to help him off, but winced at the pain in his stabbed shoulder.

"V, I can get down-"

But after stumbling and almost falling off the bike, Ember knew that he definitely couldn't do it by himself. Vic caught him with his uninjured arm, eyeing him before lifting him up and throwing him over his shoulder.

"Oof- Warn a guy before you lift him-"

"What the hell happened??"

Glancing up, the pair could see Yuuki and Sytria, both having rushed out of the base to greet them. Vic shrugged, carrying Ember inside with the other two trailing behind.

"Got into an altercation. I got stabbed in the shoulder. Em's prosthetic was damaged, and he was shot in his other leg."

Sytria mumbled something in some alien language, and the group rushed to the infirmary. 

"Ahh, not good, not good..."

"I'll take his prosthetic."

Ember winced as he was put down onto the makeshift mattress, and he stayed still as Yuuki took out his prosthetic. She looked it over, cleary wincing at the damage done to it, before she left. Knowing her, it'd be ready soon.

Glancing over, he could see Sytria fussing over Vic, who looked like he was trying his best to hide his pain. Ember reached a hand over to rest on his thigh, and his partner glanced over at him before placing his hand over his.

"Ahh, stay here, stay here! More bandages...Back, I'll be back!"

Sytria rushed off in a tizzy, and it was only Ember and Vic. They sat in silence, before Ember broke it.

"So...That was Theo, huh?"

Vic nodded, and Ember knew it was a difficult conversation they hadn't had yet, but they needed to have it now. He shifted closer, intertwining his fingers with his.

"Do you...want to tell me what happened with them now?"

There was room for Vic to decline, of course. Ember could never force his partner to say anything, but opening up would help heal the wounds he'd kept hidden for so long.

Vic let out a shaky sigh, looking down at their hands before squeezing.

"I..."

A pause. Distant memories of a starry sky, of white clothes, of signs, of glasses. Distant memories of a twisted smile, of eyes rolling, of talks of dreams. 

Theo. Pale. Would he ever truly be able to escape from them? Would he ever truly be able to escape from that Garden?

"...Theo and Pale were my roommates back then. I...I never left them anything. I wanted to make sure that nothing could be traced back to me, that I'd just be forgotten. I thought they would forget about me. They...didn't, as you can tell."

Ember nodded, a sign of reassurance, for him to go on. Vic shut his eyes as more and more memories flooded his mind.

"Do you think there's a world out there?"

The three of them, younger. Unburdened by the turns they'd take in life.

Theo readjusted to grab his confused sign, looking up at Vic like he was the stars in the sky.

"Out there...? Why would it matter? We're all here, right?"

Vic nodded, sighing and laying back in the grass. Theo joined him happily, Pale laid down after a sigh and a mumble about "getting their clothes dirty".

"I guess, but I just...I wonder, what it'd be like out there."

"Another dream of yours, V?"

Vic huffed out a laugh, nudging Pale with his elbow with a playful glare his way.

"Don't shrug it off, it's a genuine question-"

"As genuine as your other questions?"

Vic's expression dropped a bit, but he huffed, turning his gaze back to the stars.

"I think if I went out there, I'd want to change how things are."

"Things are already great, aren't they?"

Theo's question almost made Vic scoff. No, they weren't. If things were great, would Trix still be locked up in her room, not allowed to see him even when he came to visit? If things were great, would there truly be the "snow" falling from the skies just days after a classmate went missing? If things were great, would they be used as entertainment, meant to die?

But, of course, he couldn't dare to voice his true thoughts aloud. Not when the two beside him didn't share his same opinions.

Instead, he shrugged, eyes tracing the constellations. Maybe, they'd point him towards freedom.

"...I guess they are."

"We were never on the same page. I...I called them my friends, but was I even worthy of being theirs? I didn't think about how they'd feel, how they'd act after I was gone. Now they're both in the AREPH. Is that my fault? I failed them. And now I know that Theo loves me and I-"

"Woah, woah, woah, V-"

Ember was quick to pull Vic into a hug, keenly aware of his injured shoulder as he brought his head to his chest. Vic let out a shaky breath, burying his face in his warmth. Ember placed a kiss to the top of his head, smoothing out his hair.

"You're okay, V. You left because it was what was best for you. And I mean, sure, was it fucked up that you left them behind with nothing? Yeah! That was probably the most fucked up thing I've heard about you."

"Thanks."

Vic deadpanned, voice muffled into his chest. Ember let out a laugh, hugging him closer.

"I can't say you were completely right for what you did, I'm sure you know it. But you can't put all the blame on yourself. They chose their lives, as you've chosen yours. Who knows? They probably still could have chosen what they did if you stayed."

Vic seemed to relax at the thought, and Ember hugged him closer, a smile on his lips.

"...And, even if Theo's in love with you, there's nothing you can really do about it, right? So, it's better to just...Let him feel what he feels, and don't worry about it. He's a grown man, he'll be fine."

Vic huffed, shaking his head as he looked up at him. Ember couldn't help but flinch when he saw that he was...crying.

"...Why do you still love me?"

Ember scoffed, as if the question was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard (which it truly was). 

"Why? Vic, do you really need me to pull out my list?"

"You have a list??-"

"Yes, and I will read every single thing on it if that's what it takes."

Ember cupped his face, kissing his forehead tenderly. 

"Vic, I love you. There's so many things about you that just...make me feel like who I am is enough. You're the best thing to ever happen to me. And I...Nothing could ever make me stop loving you."

Vic's tears seemed to stream faster at his words, and embarrassed, he buried himself deeper into Ember's hold. His partner only smiled, rubbing his back.

"...I love you."

"I love you too."

[elacular-kink]

Poly-techhic 1

So, this is the first (and currently only) entry in a non-fanfic universe for hiccup fiction. It's about four polyamorous women in college who are all dating each other, all complete disasters, and one of whom has a hiccup fetish. This story does have some hiccups in it, but it's mostly dedicated to introducing the four main characters and their dynamics.

TW: Anxiety, Self-deprecation, big autism energy, accidental misgendering, religious trauma

Kinks: Honestly, mainly just hiccups. And not the most hiccups ever. Also Teasing I guess.

"*HIUK!* Oof! Oh fuck, I–*HUK* fuck, that was waaaa–*UCK*–aaaay spicer than I *HUK-UP!* thought it'd be!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Maya, I should have thought of that! Do you need water?"

"Nah, na–*UCK*–ah, I'm good! *HUK-ULP* Oof, I got my soda."

"And also it's not your fault," I managed to force a few words out of my mouth. Across the table from me, my girlfriend Maya was currently gulping down her soda at a truly horrifying speed while her date, Kiran, fretted over her, flapping her hands anxiously. "You tried to warn her it was too hot, but her dumb ass decided to eat it anyway."

"Oh fu–*UCK* fuck you, dude! *HIC-OLP–urp!* Fuck, 'scuse me–*HEEP*. You know that Li–*HIP* Liv's, like, ninety per–*UCK*–percent of my imp–*HUP*–pulse control!" Maya thumped her chest and let out a larger burp, which didn't help her hiccups, because of course it didn't. She knew perfectly well that it wouldn't. "And you're su–*HUP*–pposed to be the oth–*URK* ten percent, Su–*HOOP* Susie! *HIC–bwoorp* So really this is y–*HURP* your fault! *eeuuurrp* fuck, 'scuse me again. *HULP!* Shit, I think I re–*HEEP* really got the hiccups. *HIUP!* Oof!"

"No fucking kidding." I hoped that I could keep my voice as flat and unimpressed as possible. I also hoped that I would spontaneously develop telepathy so that I could yell at Maya from across the table just by glaring at her, but the world sadly continued being free of superpowers for now. Even if it had worked, I doubted it'd make the grin she kept sneaking me any less shit-eating.

Maya Heffernan was a beautiful fucking nightmare of a human being. She was five foot four with a mane of curly red hair that would have gone all the way down to her ass if she straightened it, which she never did. Her skin was more orange-brown freckles than it was its shockingly pale base, and she was built like a tank, her thighs, arms, and trunk all visibly loaded with muscle and fat. Her bright blue eyes looked even bigger than they actually were through the magnification of her glasses, and the rare times she was seen without a smile were only marginally more terrifying than the common times she did wear one.

Right next to her, currently still not getting that this wasn't in any way her fault, was Kiran Mandal, an over six-foot goddess of a trans woman with a soft, fat, feminine body, dark skin, long black hair, and brown eyes that were always desperately, worriedly flickering around. Her hands would flap in response to most strong emotions, no matter how hard she tried to stop them from doing so. It was really fucking cute.

And across the table there was me. Susanna Butler. Four foot ten. Adopted from China. Tannish skin and short, straight black hair. Swathed in a black hoodie and desperately trying to prevent my stupid girlfriend from eating this poor woman alive while she was actively in the process of torturing me.

Absent from this shitshow was my best friend Olivia, who would have made it so that there were two girlfriends to keep a leash on Maya instead of just one. Without her, this whole operation was basically fucked. And it was particularly fucked now that Maya had given herself the hiccups, because that meant that I was gonna have to continue refereeing this date with a large part of my brain turned off. Or turned on, as the case may be.

Perhaps this required some explaining.

Olivia and I had met Maya last year when she barged into our freshman dorm and demanded we join her for Women's Rugby practice. Olivia decided to go and dragged me along with her, where we found out that Maya was, in fact, just a sophomore and not one of the higher-ranking members of this team. Despite this, she'd managed to bring in the most freshman prospects by far, the vast majority of whom lasted less than a single practice. Those who remained mostly did so because they were already athletes, but a few stayed because they discovered that Maya was actually fucking half of the team.

"Solo Poly". That was what Maya said she was. Granted, this was after she used the more widely understood label of "the classic slutty pansexual polyamorous stereotype." While I still didn't really get it, the gist of what that meant to her seemed to be that Maya was sort of open to making out with and/or fucking just about anyone while still maintaining a bubble of personal autonomy. However, she was also open to having closer, more consistent connections (albeit without any expectations of monogamy or enforced cohabitation on anyone's part), which is what she ended up developing with Olivia and me.

And so now, a year later, I was somehow still on the Women's Rugby team despite consistently getting my shit wrecked, Olivia and Maya were still there because they were actually good at it, and this poor freshman goddess Kiran had been wrenched into a managerial position because Maya noticed that I had a crush on her and decided the correct way to "help" me with that was by starting to date Kiran herself and then dragging me into it too.

It seemed she'd also decided that it wasn't too soon for her to start getting my stupid fucking hiccup fetish involved. Olivia's blunt, autistic ass and Maya's drunken flirtations had resulted in her finding out about it within months of meeting me. Weirdly, I think it was part of what ended up attracting her to Olivia and me as more serious partners. I was honestly really grateful for that, even if I wasn't good at showing it. But I was also unbelievably fucking screwed every single goddamn day because she was not afraid to torment me, and apparently not afraid to do so when on a date with another person either.

"But se–*HEEK*–seriously Kiki," Maya just had to give everyone she was interested in (which was most people) a stupid fucking nickname, and Kiran clearly still wasn't used to hers. "Susie's right. *HMK!* It's super not y–*HUP* your fault that I'm *HLP* a total dumbass."

"Yeah, don't try and take responsibility for the shit she does. You'll be cleaning up her messes forever." Maya stuck her tongue out at me and I flipped her off. Kiran looked worriedly between the two of us, though she'd at least stopped flapping.

"I sti–*IC!* still really liked it though! *HIULP!*" Maya was grinning and I braced myself for whatever the fuck would come out of her mouth next. "Totally wo–*URK* worth getting the hi–*ICCUP*–s for! Even tho–*UCK*–ough they're bouncing my gut and my b–*HOOP* boobs all over the pl---place. Thank god for sp–*HUP* sports bras, am I right? *HICCULP!*" Aaand there it was. Maya deliberately leaned back away from the table, giving me (and Kiran, presumably) a much better view of the rounded belly and boobs compressed under her rugby shirt. Despite their compression, all those round parts were, in fact, bouncing all over the place. I took a deep breath through my nose and thought as hard as I could about baseball. "But see? This–*IC!* is why I just brou–*UCK* brought you to the *HUP* cafeteria for this date. *HMK!* I'd need, like, a–*UCK* all the adderall to *HMK* be on my best be–*HUK*–havior in an act---tual restaurant."

"Don't let her lie to you," I grumbled. "...I mean, she's right, she can't behave like a grown-ass adult, but we're mainly here for my cheap, scruffy-looking ass."

"I-I don't mind!" Kiran had understandably been distracted by whatever the fuck Maya was doing, but the little smile that she got on her face when she said that made my heart just fucking burst. Even though she was visibly still anxious, I couldn't doubt that she meant that when she said it. "I-it's very rare for me to have been in establishments like this, and I've been a bit too nervous to try many times on my own, so this is...this is nice."

We didn't exactly know each other very well yet, since we were only a month or two into the school year, but Kiran was obviously from a super wealthy family. I didn't know quite what tax bracket they were in, but I was positive that it was infinitely higher than mine. The fact that she sincerely wanted to experience things like a college cafeteria was ridiculously endearing to me.

...of course, that also begged the question of what the hell she was doing at this school instead of some Ivy League place, especially considering she was studying some kind of supercomputer-type shit, but hey, if that meant I got to meet her, I couldn't complain.

"You're g–*OCK*–goddamn right this is *ICCUP* nice, Kiki," Maya sat back up and slung an arm over her shoulder. Even if I had the bravery to try something like that with Kiran, I doubted I actually could, given our height differences. Which was a shame, because, from the way she was blushing and wriggling, it seemed like she liked it. "I got a cu–*HOOP* cute girl here, I g---got Susie out of h–*URK*–her dorm room...what e–*ULK*–else could a lady poss–*HIP*–bly need?"

"A psychiatric intervention?" Maya pulled down her eyelid and stuck her tongue out at me, and I couldn't help but snort.

"Um, maybe some water?" Kiran said gently? "I think it could help with your case of the hiccups."

God was I glad I kept my hood up all the fucking time. It'd be suspicious as fuck to hide in it in response to that. Since it was already on, my face was already shadowed, so hopefully no one would notice how the H-word made me blush. Fuckin' Maya.

Fuckin' Maya continued to be fuckin' Maya when she sat up straighter and snapped her fingers. "Right! *HIP!* Good idea!" Kiran started to get up, but Maya pushed her back down. "Nonono–*HOP*–nonono, you stay he–*EEK*–ere. I'm a big gal, I'll g–*UP*–get my own water." There was no way she was actually gonna drink any water. No fucking way. And now my introverted ass was stuck alone with the beautiful girl while half my brain was still trying to listen for hiccups. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"I...I hope that this isn't awkward or anything." Well, now I wanted to slap myself. Of course Kiran thought it was her fault. And from the look on her face, she wanted to slap herself too just for saying that. "I mean, I—I-I know that you and Maya are sort of...dating? But I've also gone on a date with her, and I'm still kind of on a date with her but she brought you here too and—"

"Hey, it's fine, dude." I realized what just came out of my mouth and actually slapped myself this time. "Fuck, sorry. I call everyone dude." Kiran looked away and didn't say anything. I sighed and continued. "It's fine, Kiran. I don't really get how Maya works either most of the time. But I don't mind her being with other people, and I don't mind being around her while she does that. It's honestly kind of cute."

Kiran looked uncertainly down at me. "Cute?" I briefly considered the benefits of sewing my mouth shut. 

Rather than vocalizing those thoughts, I sighed and leaned on one hand, wondering how stupid the massively oversized sleeves of my hoodie made that look. "Yeah. Maya's the kind of person to get stuff out of people. She brings things out that nobody expects. Puts 'em off their guard. It's kinda fun seeing people get all vulnerable with her." Kiran went back to avoiding eye contact in the normal way she did rather than in an anxious way. I folded my arms and slumped down into them, then blew my bangs out of my face. "Not so fucking fun when she does it to me, but I guess that's the price you gotta pay. Can't go out with a chaos agent and not expect some chaos."

"You are so–*HOK*–oooo right, Sus–*EEP!*" I turned to glare at Maya as she jogged back over, an empty cup in her hand. "Sorry, water did–*NKT*–n't work. Still got a se–*HEEK*–irous case of the *HIC-CUPS* here." That motherfucker. She did that on purpose. She did every bit of that on purpose.

"N-no need to be sorry, Maya." Kiran continued to be impossibly sweet. "It's not your fault that you have a case of the hiccups."

"Yes it is," I grumbled from where I was hiding my face in my arms.

"I mean yea–*UCK*, she's right, it kinda–*HUP* is." Well, at least she'd admit it. "Spicy and sod---da togeth–*HURK* are a hiccup nu–*HOOP*–uke for me. *HEEKUP!* You got an–*HEEP*–nything like that, Kik–*HEEK!*? Something that ma–*UCK* makes you hic-hic hi–*ILK*–cup as bad as *HMP* me?" Despite my years of churchgoing, God utterly failed to answer my prayers and smite Maya dead with a lightning bolt.

Kiran pursed her lips. She was genuinely thinking about that stupid question. God, she was so fucking cute. "I don't think so. Not off the top of my head." She looked at me before avoiding eye contact again, but that was normal for her. "What about you, Susan? Do you have any foods that trigger hiccups?"

"Nah." Thank fucking god for all of those theater summer camps and oration extracurriculars my mom forced me to do. "I've got Olivia. She does all my hiccuping for me." And thank fucking god that I'd retained enough from them to even get through the fucking word without stuttering. I'd definitely avoid it moving forward, though, no matter how awkwardly I'd have to phrase shit. I didn't trust myself to get through it twice.

"Oh yeah. *HMK* Liv gets the hiccups a-a–*UCK*–aaalllll the fucking time. *HIUP!* I'm pretty s---sure that Susie put some voo–*HOOP*–doo curse on her and a–*UC*–ctually transferred her hi–*IC*–cups over." Maya giggled and grinned like the fucking supervillain she was. "Somewh---where hidden away Su–*HOOP*–sie has a doll that l---looks just like Liv, and whenev–*URK*–er Susie'd get the–*HUP* the hiccups that doll starts bou–*UP*–b-bouncing and squeaking and stuff. *HMP!* Oof. That was a big one." Motherfucker.

"You want me to make a voodoo doll of your ass too, Maya?" I said. "You shed enough hair, I could definitely do it."

Maya laughed. "God, you're fucking ad---dorable, Susie." She reached over the table to muss my hair under my hood and I took a snap at her, trying to bite off her finger. Sadly, she continued to be some sort of sports demon while I continued to be short and angry, so she pulled away just fine. "Aren't I right Ki–*HEEK* Kiki? Isn't Susie fu–*UCK*–ing adorable?"

"A-aah!" Kiran sat bolt upright, and I could see her brown cheeks get even darker. "I—I, um! I just—"

"Chill, Kiran. I know there's no right answer here." I sat up and grabbed a bread roll from my half-eaten dinner and threw it at Maya's head. "And fuck you, Maya. Don't put people on the spot like that."

"Ugh," Maya rolled her eyes as she started eating the bread I'd pelted her with. "If I don't pu–*UK* put some people on the spot then---they'll never get up ont---to the spot themse–*UCK*–elves. Like you."

"Fuck the spot. I hate spots. Fuck all locations and every dog ever named 'Spot.'" Maya snorted and laughed, then half-choked on her bread. Good. Fuck her.

I just barely noticed that Kiran giggled too. That...that was way better than Maya getting her comeuppance. Way way better.

Kiran caught me looking at her. Fuck. She looked away rapidly. Fucking fuck. "I...I think I'll get up and get myself another drink." Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. She walked off quickly and disappeared into the crowd. God fucking dammit.

"You're fu–*UCK*–ing welcome, Susi–*EEK*." I turned my glare towards Maya who was scowling performatively at me. "You are so---o lucky that you've got oo–*HOOP*–oodles of bad-boy charisma, or you'd nev–*URK* never get any girls."

"Have I ever told you you're going directly to hell?"

Her grin came back. "Awesome, I'll se–*HEEK* I'll see all my friends the–*URK*–ere! Especially yo–*HOUP*."

"Mmf. Got me on that one." I sighed and leaned against my hand again. "'Bad boy charisma' though? Don't bullshit me, Maya. I'm creeping her out. And I'm especially creeping her out thanks to you and your goddamn soda."

"Damn, what's it like *HUP* to be super wrong about everything? *HUKULP* Why do you thi–*IC*–ink you radiate this pe–*HUP*–ervy energy all the time? *HIULP* You don't. Is this some kind of we---eird catholic thing? 'Cause Li–*HUP* 'cause Liv isn't like this, she's norm–*MMP*–mal."

"Don't say that to her face, she'd be really offended." I squinted. "Also, aren't your ancestors Irish? Shouldn't you know if it's a catholic thing or not?"

"Bruh you think an---nyone was dumb enough to try and pu–*HUT* my ass in a church?"

"...got me there too."

"Look, your myst---sterious vibes are sexy, dude. Pe–*HEEP*–ople wonder where you a–*URK*–are whenever you're not around. Nobody kno–*HUK*–ows that you just play Mari–*OUP* Kart all day."

"You do and you're still fucking me."

"I mean yeah, but I'm spe–*UCK* special like that."

I huffed out a laugh. "Won't argue with you on that one. You are truly one of a kind, Heffernan. Thank god."

"Yeah, the wo–*URK*–orld couldn't handle two of me."

"Um, h-hello, girls. I'm back." I was surprised I hadn't seen or heard Kiran approaching us. For as gorgeously tall and fat as she was, she could be weirdly stealthy sometimes. She put two glasses of water down on the table, then held out a bread roll to me. "I, um, noticed you...lost your first one."

I snorted. "That's one way to put it. Thanks, Kiran. That's really sweet." She nodded rapidly and I started eating the roll that she'd got me. "You thirsty there?"

"Well, yes, but I also thought that maybe Maya could try drinking water again. It seems kind of dangerous, eating around all those hiccups."

God, she really was fucking sweet. What an angel. And just like an angel, she was also saving my ass. I smirked at Maya. "Well, May-May?" She glared at me, and I knew she hated that. "You're not gonna deny this water of life, are you? Haven't you watched that video about that one Robert Heinlein book with the sex cult? This is a sacred bond you're setting up here."

Maya glared more and huffed, and Kiran started flapping her hands nervously. "Um, you don't have to drink if you don't want to—"

"Nah, that'd be silly. *HMP* Not drinking a thing that a re---ally cute girl brought me? *HIUP* Fuck no." Maya took a first sip of water and I immediately knew I was saved. All it took was a little water and she and her goddamn hiccups would fuck the fuck off. "...shit, it worked this time!" She was good at acting like that was actually a surprise. If my legs could reach, I would have kicked her shins under the table. "Damn! Cute girl water really has some power! Thanks, Kiki!"

Maya hopped to her feet, and before Kiran knew what was happening, she'd stood on her toes and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. A split-second later, Kiran squealed and hid her face in her hands. "Fuck, that's cute," I said, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Right, dude?" Maya smooched the hands Kiran was blocking her face with, getting another squeak out of her. "She's super blushy and shy! Kiki cured my hiccups, but I can't cure all those blushes she's got in her cheeks."

I rolled my eyes and used the opportunity of Kiran having her eyes covered to give Maya the finger. Maya returned one in kind. "Let the girl live, Heffernan. Sit down so she can recover." Despite the grouchy noises she made, Maya complied and sunk back into her seat. Kiran carefully, shakily returned to her own seat, folding her hands in her lap when she saw she was flapping them. "There you go, Kiran. Take a break from Hurricane Maya. You can chill for a minute." After a long moment of squirming and nervous noises, Kiran anxiously tilted to the side, then pressed a kiss as quickly as she could to Maya's cheek before pulling away. "Atta girl."

"Hell yeah, Kiki! Kiss the girl points!" Maya slapped her back and I wondered if I had imagined the popping vertebrae I heard. The noise Kiran made sounded more surprised than pained, so I wasn't too worried. "We'll graduate you to kissing girls' lips in no time, cutie!"

"Eh, what's the rush?" I said. "She may be some kind of genius, but she's still a freshman. She's got four years."

"I don't got four years, Susie! I only got two! And I wanna kiss this girl a lot!"

"You wanna kiss everyone a lot."

"I mean yeah, but her especially!" Maya pulled Kiran's hands away from her face. From the angle, I couldn't see Kiran's expression, but I could see Maya's. It was her other smile. Her soft one. Her warm one. The one she wore for me when we first got together. Damn. She really did want to kiss her especially. Not that I blamed her. "My emo-ass girlfriend is right though." I rolled my eyes, but with how soft her voice was, it felt pretty performative. "You've got time. You've got all the time in the world, Kiki. So kiss whatever girls wherever and whenever you like. I'd love it if one of them was me and one of the places was my lips. And I'd especially love it if the time was soon. But that's up to you." She pressed a kiss to the tip of Kiran's nose, then another to her forehead before letting her hands go and sitting down again. "God knows you'll be good at it, though. You've got super kissable lips." Kiran groaned and covered her face again.

The rest of dinner was relatively incident-free, as much as any meal with Maya could be. But I had a feeling she was planning some bullshit, and at the very end, I realized what it was. "Oh, shit! Just remembered I wanted to go to the gym today! Sorry, Kiki! Sorry, Susie! I gotta go pump my lats or some other muscles, I dunno what they're called." I didn't even get a chance to respond before she leaned down and kissed me on the lips, then popped up and smooched Kiran's cheek. "Bye, cuties!" And she was gone.

"...Somehow I keep forgetting how fast that bitch can move." I stared out into the mid-October dark that'd fallen. "You'd think I'd remember it better with how many times she's tackled me. Guess all those micro concussions are adding up." Kiran didn't say anything, and when I looked up at her, I saw that she was playing with her fingers. She was playing with her fingers in the desperate, uncomfortable way that told me she was doing everything she could not to flap. I'd gotten pretty good at reading autistic people thanks to Olivia. It wasn't one-to-one, but I'd noticed some commonalities, and I also thought I could make an educated guess as to what she was anxious about. "Hey. Kiran." She looked down at me, eyes wide, having flinched slightly at my voice. "Your off-campus place is a little way out from here, yeah?" She nodded. "You want me to walk with you there?"

"I—!" Her back straightened and she started actually flapping, not seeming to realize she was doing it. "I-I wouldn't want to impose or—"

"I'm offering 'cause I'm offering. And you can say no if you want." I shrugged. Hopefully she actually believed me when I said that. I realized after starting on this that I could come across as a creepy stalker.

"...no." Yeah, that made sense. She surprised me by grabbing my sleeve when I started to leave though. "N-no, I mean...I don't want to say no. I'd really appreciate it. If you walked with me."

God dammit. I was smiling like a fucking moron. I just knew I was. And now I'd have to thank Maya for ditching us. Fucking devious. "Alright. Let's get going then. I'll let you lead the way." As we started walking along the campus sidewalks (and Kiran studiously avoided unpaved desire paths carved into the grass), I noticed that she was rapidly rubbing her arms. Her short-sleeved dress had seemed a little off for the weather, now that I thought about it. "Hey. You okay?"

"O-oh, yes, I'm fine!" She tried to smile down at me. I could see goosebumps on her skin though. "I, um, I should have checked the weather report before leaving. That's absolutely my fault. I really need to—" Her voice stopped as I held out my hoodie to her. "...um?"

"It's zippable. It probably wouldn't be able to close over your chest, but you can wear it like a cape and keep your arms warm at least." She stared down at me and my hoodie and I sighed. "Come on, Kiran. Don't make me admit that I'm too short to put it on your shoulders."

"It's...it's yours though," she said softly.

"So? Why do you think I wear clothes two sizes too big? It's exactly for shit like this." As a matter of fact, it was actually because I insisted on not shopping in the kids' section and had to suffer the consequences, but it also happened to help with shit like this. And saying it that way sounded a lot cooler.

"Won't you be cold?"

"Nah." The wind was biting a little, but I shrugged. "I'm wearing jeans, so at least my ankles are toasty. You keep your upper half warm. I've got my lower half."

"Th...thank you, Susan." Kiran slowly took my jacket off of my arm and threw it over her shoulders. She definitely wouldn't be able to zip it, I'd been right about that, but having the dense, black fabric draped over her arms clearly helped. I smiled at her, then motioned for her to lead the way.

The first part of the walk was blessedly silent. Or awkwardly silent. I wasn't sure which. It wasn't raining right now, but it had previously, so the leaves were damp and pasted to the sidewalks. I tried to figure out in my head if I'd be able to catch and stabilize Kiran if she slipped on one of them, despite the answer obviously being "no". While I was trying to make the math math on that, though, my train of thought abruptly derailed with a "*HEEK!*" I turned way too fast and stared way too hard at Kiran, who had both hands over her mouth. She looked down at me and quickly closed her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, excuse me!"

"...'sfine." I just barely stopped myself from automatically adding "dude" to sound casual. "It's just a single."

"A single?" Fuck.

She'd pulled her hands away from her mouth and started walking again, so I kept walking with her, but I could feel her eyes on me. I kept my face turned away, pretty sure my cheeks were bright red, and I shrugged. "Like, just one. When you're friends with someone who h-hiccups like Olivia—" fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck "—you start having to classify shit. Get some fucking...phylums or something for them."

I heard her stifle a giggle, and my brain started being slightly less on fire. It still desperately drooled for one of those giggles to set off another hiccup though. God dammit. "Phyla. I see. That makes sense. Hiccup taxonomy." We kept walking and I kept thanking god for the cold because that was the only thing keeping my head from exploding. "You've been Olivia's friend for a long time, right?"

"Eh, yes and no. I mean yes, we were friends all through high school."

When I glanced back at her, she tilted her head. "I thought she said at some point that you met in preschool."

"We did, yeah. But then she went to public school and I stayed in catholic school. Fuck those little skirts, by the way. Never wearing a fucking skirt again. Not if I can help it. But, uh, I think that she thinks all those years in between didn't count or something, 'cause she just tried to pick right back up where we left off when I met her again. It was kinda awkward, but Olivia's super perceptive, and she was able to tell I actually did want to be friends." She was able to tell a lot of complicated things. I owed a whole lot to her and her ability to hear the words people weren't saying. And her openness. And her bluntness. And her everything. Goddamn, I owed her so much.

"...I'm a bit envious of her for that." I looked up and she met my eyes, then darted away and started flapping anxiously. "F-for her ability to understand people like that! N-not for her knowing you in high school or preschool. Um, n-not that I would have minded, of course! B-but it's probably not an appropriate thing to—"

"Chill, Kiran. Take a breath. You're fine." I took a deep breath to demonstrate, and after a second she nodded and followed along. "I get it. I'm jealous too. I dunno if I'm as perceptive as she is, but I definitely can't just...say shit the way she can."

"You can't?" She sounded surprised. "But you're so ru—...uh!"

I laughed. "Rude? Ruthless? Ruminating openly on ways to kill Maya? I mean, yeah, I can say all that mean shit. And I can tell people exactly what they can go and do with themselves. I'm really good at that. But saying stuff I actually want to say? Nah. Not unless I wrap it in seven or eight layers of irony first."

Kiran looked away in a different way from her normal avoiding eye contact. "...is there a way that I can tell?"

"Hm?"

"A way I can tell. When you're saying something ironically."

I frowned. "I dunno. I guess you could ask me...if you feel comfortable doing that." The way she shrunk in on herself told me she didn't. "...I'm not walking you home ironically, just for the record. Don't even know how I could do that. But I'm doing it 'cause I want to." I bit the inside of my lip and tried to force words out of my fucking face. "I'm doing it 'cause I...know that it sucks when Maya leaves you in the lurch." Dammit dammit dammit!

"Ah." She sounded...disappointed. God fucking dammit.

"...and 'cause I have fun talking to you." Fuck. Okay. Apparently, that was emotionally neutral enough for me to fucking say it. I still felt like I was going to explode though.

The feeling got worse when I felt her eyes weighing down on me. "You do? I..." she laughed softly, and when I sensed her turn away, I looked up and saw a sad smile on her face as she picked at her nails. "I've been told that I'm not much of a conversationalist. I either say too little or I monopolize everyone's time."

Oof. Yeah. I'd heard Olivia talk about struggling with that before too. That gave me a little knowledge of what to do though. "Well, I don't mind not talking. And it's not like I use any of my time wisely. So whichever way it swings, I'm fine with it."

"You are?" 

She was looking somewhere to my left, but I knew I was in her peripheral. So I smiled. "Yeah. And if I'm ever not, I'll let you know. You've seen me with Maya, you know that if someone's annoying me I'm gonna tell 'em about it. 'Cause I'm not much of a conversationalist either. I use words like a serial killer uses upholstering equipment: incorrectly and with malice." Kiran let out a shocked laugh, then quickly covered her mouth. I chuckled.

God, she was so fucking cute.

We'd reached the house that she was staying at. I wondered why she was staying off-campus as a freshman. Was it for privacy? She was openly trans, but having a roommate might have still been awkward. I didn't get much more time to think about it as Kiran surprised me by draping my hoodie back over my shoulders. It was so much warmer from her. "Um, th...thank you for walking me home, Susan. I..." Her hands were flapping again. "I enjoy talking with you too, goodnight!" She spat all the words out in less than a second, then ducked through the door and slammed it behind her.

I just barely managed to keep myself from laughing. Laughing at that would be such a dickhead move, but...fuck. Instead, I zipped my hoodie back up, basking in how warm the body of it felt as I pulled out my phone and started walking back to the campus.

Susie Q(ueer): Date's done. Think I'll stop by the music hall before I head back though.

Olivia E. Jones: Mind if I join you? I'm at a 4 right now.

Susie Q(ueer): Pff. After what Maya did to me a four's fucking nothing.

Olivia E. Jones: I don't think that's how your thing actually works.

Susie Q(ueer): I think I'd know better than you about my own fetish.

Olivia E. Jones: Are we actually using the words now?

Susie Q(ueer): Fuck!

I quickly edited the message above, replacing "fetish" with "brain".

Susie Q(ueer): No! No, we are definitely not using the words now! Fuck, thanks for catching that.

Olivia E. Jones: I still think this is stupid.

Susie Q(ueer): I know. And I still owe you for doing it anyway.

Olivia E. Jones: Maya's going to break you down at some point. And then we can finally use words that actually mean what words mean instead of inventing some kind of dumb thieves' cant for only two people.

Susie Q(ueer): The terrifying thing is that you might be right.

Olivia E. Jones: I'm always right. I'll bring your guitar.

Susie Q(ueer): Thanks.

When I reached the music hall, Olivia was already there waiting for me. She was noodling with my guitar, and I was very happy to hear that she hadn't tried to tune or detune it and was just playing random notes instead. Olivia was tall and thin with very dark skin, and she kept her tightly coiled black hair just a little too long to be called a buzz cut. She glanced up at me when I walked in, her reading glasses hanging from a chain around her neck like she was some kind of librarian. Even after three years of her having them, I still wasn't used to it. "Hey Su---sanna. You look happy. *mmp*."

"Do I?" I touched my face. My mouth didn't feel like it was smiling.

"You look hap---py to me."

"Yeah, well you're psychic, so that doesn't count." I walked over and stole my guitar back, tuning it.

...that left her stomach covered by nothing but her long-sleeved turtleneck. It jolted out hard, and I was close enough to hear the thump in her chest. I blushed. That was okay though. Around Olivia, it was okay to blush.

I still tried not to stare though. "Anyway, you got any requests?"

"Something by Ta---Taylor Swift."

I groaned. "Ugh, why is my best friend such a basic bitch?"

"We can't all be c---cool enough to listen to ban---nds with names like...*hmp* Phallic Cymbal or...*hmp* Üümläüt."

"Love how you waited to make sure you didn't interrupt the names." I glanced at her. "Hey, you don't need to hold those in if you don't want to."

"I'm not, they're juh---just like this tod---day."

"Okay. Cool. Now let me figure out a song that's not about young love or new relationships or some heterosexual bullshit like that."

"Don't pre---pretend that you don't know ho---ow to play them already."

I sighed and put my guitar down, moving over to the piano bench instead. "Yeah yeah, call my bluff, why don't you. Here. Have a sad song about people who suck at relationships."

"Isn't that---also heteros---sexual bullshit?"

"Yeah, but at least it'll make you feel bad." I lifted my hands over the keyboard, then gawked as Olivia hopped up onto the instrument's closed lid. "Hey. Darla Dimple. Wanna get your butt off my piano?"

"It's not y---your piano." She pulled her legs up.

"Oh come the fu—at least don't put your shoes on it, christ." She paused and removed her sneakers, dropping them beside the piano before crossing her legs in just socks. "...yeah, walked into that one, I guess. Seriously, what the hell are you doing?"

Olivia maneuvered herself until she was facing me. She sat mostly straight, so I could see the way each hiccup made her belly punch out, her chest jump, her shoulders rock, and her head snap back. "You ne---need to get better at be---ing distracted while you play."

"Oh fuck off," I glared at her.

She shrugged. "You can't m---make me."

After a long moment, I sighed and started playing the goddamn Taylor Swift song. "Yeah. I can't. Lots of stuff I can't get rid of lately." Olivia, Maya...

But somehow I found myself hoping I'd get even more.

[dansconcepts]

Quirky RC!Hajime - Talentsharer Drabble

Hajime sharing someone’s Ultimate if he touches them (or vice versa) would make SDR2 sillier, probably, and this is my evidence.

Behind The Scenes: “Ultimate Talentsharer? What the hell, that's not even a talent! How can you be good at something that's not even measurable?” Junko sighs. “No, fuck you, that's total bullshit! ...What? He's still able to share talents? What do you mean 'it's canon now'-?! Hey! Hey!” Manicured hands yeet her phone. “Ugh! He's supposed to be a normie, a basic bitch, just a regular fucking guy! What am I supposed to do now?!”

What is my talent? Hajime ponders to himself. The wind blows through the trees, caressing his face softly as he sighs, before turning to the white-haired guy next to him.

“You really want to help me figure out what my talent is?” 

Komaeda shrugs, a smile on his face. “Yes. I imagine it’ll be quite fun. I’m sure it’ll be a talent full of hope!”

Man, this guy is so nice. “Alright, but how do I start?”

The Lucky Student looks away for a second. “Hmm. Well, since we’re on the beach right now, maybe we could see if you’re the Ultimate Swimmer, or an athlete of some kind?”

Grayish eyes start roaming over his figure, studying him, and he can feels his face start to warm. He shakes it off. “I guess I’ll swim for a bit.” If only to stop myself from overheating. “You’re free to time me.”

He tosses his shirt off-

“Oh!”

Hajime blinks. “Is something wrong?”

“No, ahem, not at all, sorry.” He grins sheepishly. “I just didn't expect you to do that so suddenly.”

“Why? Do I look bad?” He frowns. Although he doesn't remember much, he does know he was pretty devoted to his exercise routine for a while in preparation for being a Hope's Peak student. But he didn't fill out in the way he was hoping for, so maybe... He looks down at himself.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees white hair swishing and hands moving as Komaeda frantically shakes his head. “No! I didn't mean anything like that! You have an amazing physique. I apologize that I even sounded like I was insinuating otherwise.”

'Physique'? Who says it like that? He huffs, amused, even though he can feel his chest puff with a little pride. With careful folds, he rests his shirt into a pink, as if sunburnt, Komaeda's hands. He's so pale, it makes sense he'd be red even with the breeze...

Hajime tips his toes into the water. The chill sends shockwaves through his body as he cringes at the sensation. He takes a deep breath and tries again. He starts walking in further and further, watching the water rise as he slowly submerges inside. While he's pretty sure he knows how to swim, he doesn't feel anything particularly special when he gets in.

Komaeda calls him back after a bit. “Well, you’re definitely fit, from the looks of it.” He grins. “But it still looked pretty average.”

Yeah, I figured as much. Hajime sighs.

“Oh, there's always more hope, Hinata! Why don't we try something else? Like...” He turns, before whipping back to him. “How about music?”

With that, they head to the Titty Typhoon for some instruments. On their way, Ibuki plows into Hajime.

“Oof!” He exclaims.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” The musician staggers on her feet, her arms flailing. Komaeda reaches out to steady her. “Thanks Nagi-chan! Sorry, Hajimeme!”

Hajime breathes. “It’s alright, Ibuki.”

“What are you in a rush for?” Nagito asks.

“Ibuki promised Kazu she’d help him with a playlist for one of his little machiney-sheens and she mayyyyyyy be running late!” She blurts out. “Sorry, gotta blast!”

She runs off. 

Hajime sighs. He can hear her frantic apologies to Souda. Guess he wasn’t that far. 

They keep going. You should escape, skip town / No more excuses / Abandon ship or drown / No more excuses. The song plays in his head. When they reach Titty Typhoon, him and Komaeda peruse the spare instruments available, with Nagito grabbing the microphone stand.

“A mic?” Hajime eyes it dubiously.

“You have a nice voice.” Komaeda comments.

“H-huh?” Shit, was I humming out loud?  

Nagito hums. “Maybe that’s your talent. How about you sing something?”

He definitely doesn't recall having much of an interest in singing or even doing it ever, so if he’s the Ultimate Singer, it sure would seem strange. But that guitar…

He picks it up and strums. He doesn’t remember owning a guitar, but he must have if he knows how to play it already. As if muscle memory kicks in, he starts playing opening notes and the words escape his mouth, singing along to the song previously in his head.

When he’s done, he steals a look at Nagito, who is looking at him with wide eyes. “Um, we already have an Ultimate Musician, so maybe you’re the Ultimate Guitarist? ...Trash like me’s opinion is useless though.”

Hajime presses on. “But what did you think?”

“I-” Nagito pauses. “I thought it was amazing. You have a really powerful voice.”

Hajime grins. Something in him feels the silliest urge to hug him. He ignores it, and just puts a hand on his shoulder instead. “Thanks.” 

“W-well again, I really-!”

“No. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have no idea what my talent could be. So thanks.”

Later on, Komaeda exits to grab Ibuki for a second opinion, and Hajime attempts to replicate his performance. He's on the stage again. It feels strange to be at the center, having pairs of eyes on him, even if it's just Komaeda and Ibuki.

The microphone feels foreign in his hands, the guitar even more so. This doesn't feel right anymore. What did he do earlier? Just move his hands on strings? He does that. Simultaneously, his voice cracks when he opens his mouth. He wants to evapourate into a damn puddle.

“It's okay if you're nervous, Hajimemey!” Ibuki yells, “I get those kind of jitters allllllll the time! What works for me is feeling the music!”

Yeah, just feel the music Hajime... “Haha, sorry.” He tries to laugh off. “Let me try again.”

This time, he starts gentle, singing first before grabbing onto the guitar. He strums, and-

SNAP!

The guitar string breaks. He barely even did anything!

Loud feedback starts playing on the speakers, and Ibuki yelps, covering her ears.

Komaeda immediately steps towards the speakers, yanking the plug off with a ferocity he didn't expect him to have. “Um. My apologies. It must have been my luck that caused the speakers to turn loud. Are you alright?” 

“I’m...” Horrified. “fine. I'm sorry, Ibuki. I even broke the guitar string too...”

The musician rubs at her ears. “Ah, Hajim-jim, it's all good! I'm just gonna go repair the guitar string. Ibuki just needs to find a spare.”

Hajime looks down, embarrassed at wasting her time. And oh, would you look at that? A white string is right next to him. How lucky. He grabs it, going, “Is this it?”

“WAH! Perfect! Thanks!” She grins, snatching it out of his hand. She grabs the broken guitar and immediately runs off again.

And he's left with Komaeda once more. He chuckles sheepishly. “...On second thought, maybe this isn’t my talent and just beginner’s luck?” 

“Undoubtedly.” The white-haired student shoots out. “Without a question.”

He barks out a laugh. God, was he really that bad? He reflects on it. No, yeah, he was pretty bad.

They go around, tidying the place with amicable silence.

Suddenly, loud sirens start blaring throughout the island. He whips to Komaeda, whose eyes are just as wide as his. They both immediately rush out. A flurry of movement is caught in the corner of his eye as he runs past, meeting most of his classmates at the beach. There's confused noises and fingers pointing at the sea in front of them.

What is everyone looking at? He wonders. He looks out into the horizon.

What was originally calm and serene now had some kind of bump, as if a large wave was incoming. But that's impossible, right?

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Monokuma pops up behind them. “What the hell is this? Why'd the tsunami warning alarms go off?!” Oh, of course that's it... what is happening today? “Hell, I didn't even know we had those!” His red eye glowers. “What did you crazy kids do?!”

“We didn't do shit!” Fuyuhiko roars. “Is this supposed to be another motive? I thought you said you couldn't hurt us directly!”

“Ah, yes... this is totally a part of the plan... NOT!” The bear growls.

Monomi shuffles out from behind Monokuma, sobbing, “Oh, this is so bad!”

“Shut up! I'm trying to figure out how to fix this!”

“This must be my fault...” Nagito sighs. “I'm sorry everyone. But we can only unite during this moment of despair to create a newfound hope!” His words are immediately washed away with everyone screaming and crying.

“Hajibro!” A familiar voice yells, and upon turning his head, he sees Souda approaching him, and quickly. “It was nice knowing you!” The mechanic hugs him desperately.

“Everyone, we must start to evacuate!” Sonia yells. Gundham nods. “The god of darkness may greet our souls, and I shall defeat him before we descend into his realm!”

There's no way this is how it ends! He hasn't even figured out his talent yet! Why does it have to be like this? Surely, there's gotta be something that can be made to counteract this... He'll need fuel, a large fan, maybe? Wheels to ensure it can be moved... steel... a wall?

“I have an idea!”

Hajime shares his idea with Kazuichi, who blinks tears out of his eyes and peers up at him curiously. “Didn't know you were into mechanics, Hajime. Man, you really do listen to my rambles! This is why you're my soul bro!” It's definitely not that, but I'll let him have this. He nudges Souda to focus, damn it. “Oh, yeah! I could see that working. The problem is we don't really have the parts on this island for any of that...”

“It's impressive you came up with that in such short notice, Hajime. Maybe you're the Ultimate Inventor?” Nagito tilts his head. As much as Hajime would love to address that- it's a really good point actually- there's not enough time anymore!

The water gets closer and closer, its wave oh so high-

before crashing against the beach, providing them a gentle mist while soaking the sand and settling back into serene waters.

“What?!” Hiyoko screeches. “How in the hell are we not dead?!”

Mikan wipes away tears of relief. “It looked much more threatening earlier...”

“Our hope was high, thanks to Hinata! It turned our luck around!”

“Awesome!” Akane yells out victoriously.

Yeah, I don't know about that Komaeda... I'm just glad nothing bad happened.

“Okay, I'm back!” Monokuma's voice rings. The bear does a double take at the scene in front of him. “What the hell?! It's gone?! Damn it! All that work for nothing!”

[jungle-angel]

The Cowboy and his Nurse: Part 2 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett’s still sick, but you and Cecelia would do anything to help him get better

You made your way into the living room where Rhett’s form was still curled up on the couch, completely covered by the fuzzy wool throw blanket, shuddering from the wet cough that had settled in his chest. 

“Hey,” you said, pulling back the top half of the covers. “Wake up sleepyhead.” 

Rhett opened his heavy, bleary eyes, his skin clammy from the aches in his joints. “What day is it?” he croaked. 

“Saturday morning,” you answered. “Your Ma said you don’t have to go to church in the morning but I’m staying home to take care of you for the next few days.” 

You made him drink from the camo patterned Yeti which had been filled with fresh ice cubes and a can of 7UP before you set it on the coffee table. You felt Rhett’s forehead which had grown warm, sweaty and clammy from whatever he was fighting, his face pale and his skin pricking from your touch. 

“How’s our friendly neighborhood grump this morning?” Cecelia remarked as she came in. 

“I feel terrible Ma,” Rhett groaned. 

Cecelia ran her hand along the back of his neck which caused Rhett to shudder. “Oof, you’re definitely sick,” Cecelia concluded. “Much as I don’t wanna say it, you’re gonna have to miss church in the morning.” 

“Oh how fucking terrible,” Rhett chuckled before another round of hacking began. 

You saw the look on your mother-in-law’s face, knowing she was doing everything in her power not to smack the back of his head. “Alright sourpuss,” she said. “Unless ya’ll wanna suffer for this later, you’re gonna do exactly what (y/n) and I tell ya’ll to do. Get it?” 

“Loud and clear, Ma,” Rhett croaked, giving her a lazy thumbs up. 

You followed Cecelia down into the basement to the pantry where you kept all the herbs, spices and dried things from the garden, grabbing a jar full of dried citronella, mint and camphor before heading back upstairs to the kitchen. 

“Alright, we’re gonna boil all this down and then he’s getting slathered with it,” Cecelia explained. “Or better yet, he can sit and sniff it.” 

You laughed a little as you and your mother-in-law put a few handfuls of each of the jars’ contents into a pot along with a good amount of water. Once it started boiling, you pulled it off the stove and brought it right to the coffee table. Rhett had finally sat up, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned over and began to breath in the steam. 

“Smells so good,” he chuckled with relief. 

“Glad you like it baby,” you told him. “You feel better?” 

“A little,” he answered. 

You sat close to Rhett, not caring if you caught what he had. He put one arm around you, enveloping you in the blanket before he kissed your forehead. “You’re the best nurse I’ve ever had,” he murmured. “You and Ma.” 

You settled into him, the two of you breathing in the sharp, citrus smells steaming up from the pot. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long before he felt better and then the two of you could really enjoy each other’s company. 

[heliopauseentertainments]

If you’re taking requests plz write a short fic in the style of ‘My Immortal’, but robots. Please include their oddly specific slutty goffic paint jobs. Plz make Rodimus Cron the main character K THXXX

I can't believe you made me go look at the text of My Immortal.

Only notes are: swearing and lightly implied MegaRod. Only the first bit is reminiscent of the original text. The rest is below the cut. It is entirely SFW.

---

Hi my name is Rodimus Cron and I have long black and purple armor (that’s how I got my name) with evil flames and purple decals that cover my entire chest and  bromine red optics like limpid spinel and a lot of people tell me I look like Skywarp (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Solus Prime but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a sparkeater but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white facial plating. I’m also a space wizard, and I captain an awesome spaceship called the Lost Light in space where I’ve been here for years (I’m 4.2 million). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Bot Topic and I buy all my paints from there. For example today was I wearing a black matte base coat with matching trim around it and a shiny clear coat on my hips, purple joint accents, and black leg armor. I was wearing a black flame decal on my chest, white primer on my face, black optic trim with red undereye paint. I was walking around the ship. The ship is in space so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Rodimus!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Megatron!

--

That was it.

After several pages of faux edgy stylistic choices, unusual plot decisions, and uncomfortable semi-graphic depictions of interfacing, Minimus had seen more than enough.

He turned the datapad off and went off to locate the author. Rodimus needed to learn to not leave these sorts of personal writing out where everyone and Primus could see it. He was lucky that Minimus found it first.

What had that mech been thinking? Leaving it in the captain’s chair where it would almost certainly be seen? That was just asking for trouble.

--

"Rodimus, what is this?"

Minimus held the datapad up for the captain's inspection, doing his damned best to keep the expression on his face neutral as possible.

Creative writing was an important avenue of self-expression, of course; Minimus knew that from personal experience. He was in no position to judge Rodimus, after all. It was all part of practicing a skill and there was no shame in that.

Furthermore, indulging in fantasy from time to time was an allegedly healthy behavior for the processor. That was what his research had indicated anyway.

However, from the contents that Minimus had inadvertently borne witness to, he could only wonder, perhaps, if there were other factors at play. He had never seen anyone describe Megatron that way, with that much color and awkward eroticism. Conversations might need to be had.

Rodimus’s optics went wide when he recognized the datapad before he snatched out right out of Minimus’s outstretched hand.

“Thanks, Mims,” he said, not bothering to answer the question actually asked of him. “I must have misplaced that.”

His vocalizer sounded like it has been kicked into double-speed and pitched up.

Embarrassment. An expected reaction.

Rodimus, however, turned on his heel to march off in the other direction.

“Anyway, I need to go jump out of the airlock now. See you around, buddy.”

Minimus hurried after him.

“Isn’t that rather excessive?”

“It sure is, my guy!”

Rather than stopping, Rodimus rounded a blind corner. The heavy sound of armor colliding and Rodimus’s voice going “oof!” announcing that he had impacted a crew member in his haste.

“Oh, hey, Megs, I didn’t see you there—“

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 78

NOOOOOOO!!! No Liam? No Liam tonight? Bummer ...

Gods ... now Sam's a DOG ... how much worse than the Cat is this gonna be? Marisha is onto him, apparently ... yeah, no she's right, he is totally still the Cat ... yup, just as I thought ... oh dear ... XD

Ashley: "This is my favourite bit." Matt: "Oh ... it's my favourite when it's done."

Another NOOOOO!!! No Critical Role next week? Gah ... damn you, Thanksgiving, ruining it for the rest of the World ... I shake my fist at thee, non-anthropomorphic holiday ...

Yes, that's right, she KICKED HIM IN THE FACE. I do not blame her. That was a fucking MESS ...

Oh, they are all FREAKING OUT and it's entirely understandable ... yes, heal him, FCG! Heal him! 22 points back ... which he definitely needs ...

And now Fearne hits him in the face with his own bloody hammer ... 2 D20s? Oof ...

Crack! Oh boy ... andnow she's REALLY upset ... she's trying to BREAK his hammer now. Oof ... good thing she only rolled a 12 in strength ...

FCG tries to catch it? Oh boy ... Holy shit that WORKED ...

Fearne just grabs the Harness and storms off ... again I don't blame her ...

Laudna: "They betrayed us." Whoa ... hang on now ...

Wow ... it seems Ashton has ISSUES ...

Chetney's just rushing off after Fearne ... honestly, I don't think she's coming back any time soon.

Oh, so now Ashton can FEEL the very stone around him ... and then also there's the fire ... and now he's gonna puke? Oh boy ... fuck, is that the fucking crystal? Are you kidding me?

What, so it's a NEW crystal? Okay ... and his Constitution is PERMANENTLY reduced by 2? Oh, his body REJECTED the Shard? But he's still different ...

Wow .. so he really did all that for nothing ...

Fuck ... now shat thd fuck is going on with Laudna? Oh shit ... FUCK OFF, Delilah!

A Wisdom Save? Really? Fuck ... oh, Delilah is ACTUALLY trying to take over ... thank the gods that didn't work ...

Apparently Orym is nonplussed too ...

Yes. Ashton does INDEED have ISSUES ... but clearly it's NOT his fault, he's just been through it snd it kind of DROVE HIM to do the wrong thing ...

Even in the midst of All this angst, Ashley STILL tells Sam to "Stop it!" when he sneezes. XD

He wants to be WHOLE and not this broken thing he thinks he is ... oh man ...

FCG's right, this HURT Fearne ... they need to FIX this ...

Yup, Imogen has a point. They have to wait a day now ...

Chetney is VERY worried about Fearne and what she might do ... yes. He fucking SHOUL BE. Oh, she's gonna DESTROY the Harness ... shit ...

Oh she is just falling to pieces right now ...

Yeah, she really IS scared of Dark Fearne coming out ...

Chet is being REALLY SWEET and she doesn't even notice him sneaking the Harness out if her grasp ...

She said it. She actually said it. She's got a thing for Ashton. It's official ... oh boy ... and now she's really pissed about it ...

They're still in the tunnels, there aren't ant windows to break ... oh, they're really gonna do that? Wow ... it WILL make her feel better, at least ...

Laudna was prowling in the shadows eavesdropping on them ... and now she's just skulking around the tunnels ... oh boy, she us in a REALLY bad place ...

Marisha: "The chair knows what it did."

Ashton did indeed fuck up because he's an idiot.

Sam being very naughty again with that flask ... Taliesin: "That wig ..."

Imogen notices Laudna is gone ... tries to Send to her ... roll a D100? Oh man ... 9 points of Psychic damage! Crap ...

Oh boy ... Fearne and Chetney are indeed smashing windows ... oh, the Pale Guard have the good sense not to fuck with THIS ... yeah ...

Wow ... now Gwendolyn's in on the act too ... XD

Fearne is taking some personal time ... going to the graveyard ... hmmm ... the Dawnfather's temple, and the Matron's temple too ... she goes into the latter ... of course she does ...

She is alone ... with the tombs ... oh, there IS an altar? Okay ...

Trying to speak to the goddess, looking for guidance ... her postcards? Oh man ... she's leaving THESE as sn offering? Fuck ...

A young one-legged raven ... oh ... that was kind of sweet ... hmmm ...

Laudna is still sneaking around in the dark ... out into the woods ... darkly introspective ... oh boy ... but things are very different now ...

Ashton follows the sound of breakage ... oh, so Percy is NOT PLEASED ... but reflecting ... hmmm ...

Wow ... this is quickly becoming a very meta conversation ...

Oh, we're seeing the more peaceful and reflective side of Percival De Rolo again ...

Good gods ... and Ashton and Percy actually becoming friends? That is truly bizarre ...

Chetney (to Gwen): "The Fuzz! RUN!!!" XD

Imogen's still searching for Laudna, but having no luck ... ouch ...

Flossing ... oh boy ...

I love how Allura is thoroughly exasperated with the Hells but it's nothing she ain't seen before and she's definitely becoming quite fond of them ... this is like THE THIRD TIME for her now ... oh yes, she really likes these idiots ... :3

Imogen: "How much time do we have?" Allura: "All the time in the world and none at all."

Meanwhile Chetney's just roaming about in just his pants ... O.O

Grim Psychometry? Oh okay ... on the Shard ... this should be interesting ...

Primordial elemental spiritual weirdness ... hmmm ... yeah, it's all a bit vague but also not ...

Fucking hell ... they really are all very out of sorts right now ...

Is Laudna safe? FCG's coin says ... yes? Hmmm ...

Oh wow ... Chetney is NOT taking any prisoners right now ... oh shit ... where is this going?

That was ... a lot ...

Damn it ... fucking Delilah again ... gods, I fucking HATE that bitch ... oh seriously, Laudna, DO NOT listen to her! She is BAD NEWS ...

A doll for Ashton? Interesting ... off to her cabin, then ... and now time for a break ...

Fearne makes herself a druidy version of her old home in the woods for the night ... hmmmm ... oh, this is very nostalgic ... now she's thinking of Nana ... time for bed, then ...

Marisha and Ashley both roll D20s ... Will they run into each other?

Laudna stalks the night. Like a creepy goth wolf ... the scent if old charcoal ... oh ... she's home ...

Oh, so she IS making a doll for Ashton ... chipmunk skull, quartz ... fancy in a weird way ...

Oh for the gods' sake ... Delilah's at it again ... DON'T LISTEN TO HER, Laudna! Damn it ...

Now she's trying to turn Laudna all the way against Ashton ... fucking hell ...

Morning ...

Fearne wakes up and forgets she's not at Nana's ... oh ... she teats the whole thing down again ... oof ...

Laudna wakes up cold and lonely missing Imogen ... heading back, then ...

Imogen is panicking because Laudna didn't come back in the night, makes FCG cast Locate Creature ... no joy? Just means she's not close ... chill, Imogen ... but she's even more worried that Delilah's back ...

They grab Orym and go looking for her ...

Chetney still lives ... gods, he's playing it bloody close now ... he and Ashton are the only ones left ... Chet wolfs out and decides to test out Ashton's new arm ...

Roll initiative? Really?

Oh boy ... Ashton attacks with an unarmed strike ... oh, that definitely hits ... POW!!! Ouch ... now the hammer ... another big hit ... more ouch ... oh, so that's it, then? That was an anticlimax ...

They go looking for the others instead ...

FCG gets a blip ... homing in ... they find the others ... searching together now ...

There's Fearne ... oh, is she in a good mood? Interesting ...

And now there's Laudna ... okay ... and she's RUNNING AWAY ... what?

Now they're just chasing her into the forest ... and Chetney's in the lead, closing FAST ... he tackles her to the ground ... she is still PISSED at Ashton ... dangerously so ... oh boy ...

Imogen tells Ashton to just GO BACK to the castle ...

Wow ... this is getting REALLY fragile all of a sudden ... I DO NOT like where Laudna's at in her head right now ...

FCG: "Orym's never been this quiet." LOL

Maybe a break and a retreat is a good idea ... go to Nana Morri's? Yeah ... maybe ...

Chetney: "Let's go find the dumb dumb." Imogen: "Lady Allura?" Chetney: "No! OUR dumb dumb!"

Ashton is feeling the rock in the ground ...

Back together ... Laudna gives him the doll ... those is a very awkward reunion ... but they're both trying ... and Ashton does like the doll ...

And Ashton is going to try his best to make amends to all of them ... awwwwww ... damn it ...

They go find a VERY FLUSTERED Lady Allura ... and put the Fey Realm suggestion to her ... and she is actually FINE with it ... even though it's not opportune ...

Yes. THAT Fatestitcher ...

Oh ... so Allura is coming too ... oh, actually I love it ... :3

FCG is now planning activities for them to get up to during their time off ... it's adorable ...

Ah yes ... time for a private talk for Fearne and Ashton ...

He's searching for how to apologise ... and being really sweet about it ... he's actually doing really well ...

She's still a little mad at him ... which is fair ...

Ooooh ... adventurer Allura? That sounds a bit sexy, actually ...

Off already, then? Okay ... more pokes at absent Liam ... XD

Teleportation into another realm! O.O Awesome ... and they're back in the Fey Realm ...

Yup, this is definitely the place ...

The Ligament Manor ... lovely ... Fearne comes home ... Peepers! Hello! Awwwww ... that thing is adorable in a really awful way ...

Wait ... is that BIRDY?!!!

It is ... and Nana ... awww ... a sweet and simultaneously disturbing reunion ...

Yup ... Matt is IMMEDIATELY giving Travis little nightmares and I love it ... XD

Vitoren? Hmmm ...

The Hideaway is buried? Okay ... timely enough, in the end ...

Allura is TERRIFIED. It's perfect ... LOL

A scavenger hunt? Oh fucking hell ... what fresh hell is THIS idea? What are you going to unleash upon us, FCG?

Yes ... the Moon ...

Oh ... so the Bridge is genuinely HURTING all the magic in Exandria? Great ...

Fearne is coming to some kind of nexus point in her destiny? Intriguing ...

Wow ... Tavan ... the demon mark ... here we go ...

Ollie! Hello! Oh ... yes, grub, lovely ...

So the scavenger hunt is really happening ... wow ... this is going to be ... interesting ... and FCG is seriously considering having Nana wipe his memory so he can take part in the hunt too ... oh boy ...

"DIRTY Fey" ... yeah ...

Wow ... a whole new chamber just for them? Cool ... in a scary way ...

Time to wind down, then ...

And that's it ...

Thank the gods they're on the way to patching things up after THAT chaos ... I was getting worried ...

They really are the most full blown fucked up dysfunctional party in the whole show's run to date, aren't they?

[dolphindive85]

We Need A Girl- Chapter 4

Her agent had called Hannah up and asked her if she wanted to come to a golf course with SteveO, Johnny and Chris. She’d said yes straight away. In the time in-between seeing them she’d played a few shows, and got very, very drunk after two of them. She had a pale green bruise over her cheekbone from dancing enthusiastically on top of a bar, and into a hanging bottle of tequila. When she got the call, Hannah was sat with her guitar, absent mindedly smoking a joint and jotting down ideas. She had taped an ice pack to her face to try and ease the bruise. Her phone rang, and she reached out for it, holding her joint in her mouth. “Hello?”

“Hannah, this is Marcus.”

“Oh! Hi Marcus how are you doing?” Hannah sat up straighter, taking the cigarette out of her mouth.

“I’m well thank you. I’ve had a call from Jeff Tremaine”

“That’s great!” Hannah cut in.

“He was hoping you’d be free later today to come to a shoot at a golf course. He said you did well last week. He wants to keep working together. And I’m sending him a tape of your music.”

“OK, wow. Well yeah this afternoon for sure. What do I need? Where do I need to go?”

“They’ll send you a car. And he said something about clothing- you’ll be in camouflage so they’ll dress you. It sounds like you’ve done really well so far. Just remember to keep smiling, be agreeable. Be easy to work with and it’ll keep going your way.” Marcus urged.

Hannah smiled a little, grateful that news of the cargo shorts and deep scowl hadn’t made it back to her agent. “Yep. Thank you Marcus, great.”

After she hung up she rushed to get ready. Hannah ran a comb through her ratty hair, which had been up in the bun she’d slept in. Down, it was long, clean and knot free, for now. She looked at her appearance appraisingly. Un-taping the ice pack from her face Hannah had found the bruise looked exactly the same, but now it had red tape marks framing it. Mascara. Mascara could help. Hannah curled her lashes, rushing and clicking the curler hard. She applied three coats of mascara to each eye. It was crazy, she thought, how much of a difference that made. She sped through cleaning her teeth and spritzing herself with perfume- mostly looking to diffuse any lingering weed smell. She just had time to tie on her shoes when she heard a knock at the door. 

When she opened it, she was greeted by a grinning Ehren who led her out to the dilapidated van that shuttled the crew from one mischief to the next. “This is gonna be awesome” he sniggered. “I’m all cammo’d up, there’s more in the back for you. You’ll be in the same thing as me again, we take equality seriously here.” He said, with faux sincerity.

“You mean I’m not a golf cheerleader today? Fuck I was gonna really do it right this time. Been working on my pep and high school spirit all week.”

“Well that’s good to hear” said Johnny, waving at Hannah from the open shotgun window. 

“Morning ma’am. Oof that’s a shiner you got there,” he indicated her cheek. “Do I need to beat someone up? Or are you playing too rough again?” he grinned at her.

“Oh, you know, sometimes I just… dance too beautifully and live too passionately.” said Hannah, gesturing vaguely. Johnny tilted his head back and laughed. Hannah wanted to make him laugh again and again and again. Actually, she wanted to reach out and touch his smile. She grimaced as she realised, too late, that coming to this a little stoned was potentially going to be her undoing. No face touching, she chided herself, climbing into the car. Regular people don’t do face touching at work. 

Hannah was tactile at the best of times- an arm brusher, prone to resting a hand on a friend’s shoulder or reaching out to play with their hair. But those were female friends. Female friends who weren’t employing her to do the job that could get her music radio play, and her bank account less depressingly empty. She had been given the impression that some workplace touching could further her career from agents and representatives before, but she felt determined that wasn’t how she was going to do this. She liked these guys, and wanted them to see her as a full person, not a set of big boobs in a tank top. She winced internally at the rising memories of eyes that couldn’t break away from her tits, and lingering hands on her waist- always just to ‘help her out’, of course. She pushed them back down. This wouldn’t be like that. She just wanted to fit in with the boys here, and maybe even have everyone forget she was a girl altogether. Hannah’s eyes flicked to Johnny  again, eyes closed behind his aviators. Maybe not everyone. 

Hidden in the bushes, air horns in hand, Johnny put a finger to his lips. They waited, breath held and hands clamped over their mouths for the right moment to strike. In the quiet tranquility of the green fields, the HONK of the horns rang out like gunshots. The golfers visibly jumped, swinging wildly and missing their perfectly lined up rounds. 

Clearly furious, one of the golfers approached the trees, swearing blindly and looking for the source of the sound. “Fuck!!” whispered Dave and the group huddled together, barely suppressing their giggling. Their camouflage apparently working, the golfer shook his head and turned around, still cussing, and took long strides back to the course. “Shhhhh!! Shhhh!!” urged Johnny, his finger to his lips, watching intently as the man took back up his pose, seemingly hoping that his journey over to the bushes had been enough to dissuade the culprits of the noise. Hannah couldn’t help but feel keenly aware of how close his body was to hers as they stood crouched together in the trees. His finger still held in the air in a wordless command of silence, Johnny waited. Hannah wondered what it would feel like to have him put his finger to her lips instead, and felt her stomach knot with desire. The man swung, and Johnny, right on cue, honked his horn. This time, the golfer turned, and, picking up his friends club, threw it with full force into the bushes. Hannah felt Johnny’s hand move quickly to her shoulder, pressing her down into a crouch. He needn’t have- the club caught in the mess of branches and the group dissolved in giggles again, bending over. Hannah bit her knuckles to stop her laughter escaping in its usual cackle. Johnny’s hand lingered on her shoulder, and she wanted to melt into the pressure of it. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear the fog of feelings and, admittedly, weed. Johnny was technically her boss now, right? And he barely wanted her on the show. She needed to prove herself to him, not lose focus by fantasising about his hands and where she wanted to feel them.

One golfer fully lost it, teed up, and hit a golf ball at them. Johnny moved quick as a shot, getting himself and Hannah out of the way. His firm grip guided her body behind a tree, and his own body slammed into hers, his hand still tightly around her arm. The hard contours of his body against her made Hannah draw in a sharp breath, stiffening. Johnny seemed to register the alarm in her body, and moved away quickly. “Sorry,” he said, jumping back, hands releasing her and raising in surrender. Cheeks flaming, Hannah accidentally squeezed her own airhorn, causing the already incensed golf ball thrower to curse and start striding over to where they stood. She clamped her hand over her mouth, as if that was where the sound had emanated from. Dave doubled over with giggles as the elderly man waved his finger furiously at the camera. “Woah man,” said Hannah a little dazed, “We can’t air all the swearing, we’re gonna have to beep you out if you carry on like that.” 

The man blinked at her.

“You fucking idiot c-“

“HONK” Hannah blared her horn, cutting him off mid-profanity. She found the camera “I mean,” she said with a shrug “We just can’t show that kind of filth on TV.” 

She couldn’t help but feel a little giddy when Johnny sank down to his knees laughing, holding onto Dave’s shoulder for support. She probably only could have felt better if it had been her shoulder he’d been hanging from.

[msm-tsotmw]

5/19/20XX

We’ve… probably made it to Faerie Island? I don’t know, I’ve seen a giant beanstalk but not the actual island…

that’s because you apparently have to walk through a forest to get to the actual island.

…Great.

Wait , Don’t We Have To Climb That Beanstalk ?

uh, yeah!

My Grip Isn’t So Good , Though …

can i carry you

i mean

Sure !

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAA)

okay

So … how do we climb this ?

um…

(Flitz gazes up at all the leaves.)

jump on the, uh….. leaves???

Alright !

(Mauna tries to climb a leaf. She slips.)

Uh … a little help here ?

sure!

(Flitz carries Mauna up with her talons.)

Thank you !

anytime! i should go help the others, though.

…Don’t think I can climb this th-HEY!

(Flitz grabs literally everyone with her talons and beak. She is carrying Sprigg in her beak by their leafstalk, which is… not a pleasant experience for them, to say the least.)

PUT ME DOWN!

i’m trying to help!

…Fair enough.

Mondo , Grab On !

k

(Mondo grabs onto Toorie’s leg as they fly up the 625-foot-tall beanstalk. Just as the quintet starts to hover above the Faerie Forest, Flitz’s grip suddenly gives way and sends Sprigg, Mondo, Toorie, and Mauna falling.)

AAH! UH-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

OOF!

euggghhhh

sorry, guys! i couldn’t carry all of you…

Ow .

Uh … That’s Alright ! We’ll Just

Uh

Walk Through This Forest , Then !

We’ll - We’ll See You On The Island ! Eh Heh , Eh ….. heh

…alright!

(Flitz zips off.)

Well, we’re fucked.

(Sprigg looks around the forest.)

And we don’t even have a fucking map.

I recommend going straight . A friend of mine has been here before , and he said that the trail does not wind much .

Okie-Dokie ! Straight Ahead It Is !

(As the quartet makes their way through the forest, a rustle is heard in a bush.)

huh

tf was that

Probably The Wind !

But it is not windy .

Oh

grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Well -

(A Stogg suddenly jumps out of the bush and bites Mondo on the leg.)

GAAAH

AH !

WH-

Wait -

GET IT OFF OF ME

I’LL TRY !

(Toorie desperately tries to pry the Stogg off of Mondo’s leg, but it seems to have bitten pretty hard.)

WHERE DID *THAT* COME FROM?!

I DUNNO

WAIT !

AVANI, NO!

(The Stogg stops to look at someone hidden behind a tree and runs toward them. They look like a mix between a ladybug and a spider, with a pale face, green-and-white hair, four eyes, eight spider legs, and two normal bug arms. They have both ladybug wings and a spider’s abdomen, and they look strangely like the Celestials Scaratar and Loodvigg combined with eachother…)

uh, sorry guys! avani here just… doesn’t like newcomers for some reason.

WELL HE FUCKING BIT ME

correction: she.

SHE FUCKING BIT MY LEG

darn… she really CAN bite hard.

(The strange Monster looks at Mondo’s bitten leg.)

we better get you to the infirmary. come with me!

Wait !

?

I Don’t Think We Got Your Name .

oh! right, i-i forgot… call me awdajeeo!

Okay ! Hi , Awdajeeo !

hello! and you all are?

I’m Toorie !

mondo

Sprigg.

Mauna !

okay, you guys follow me! the healer here is SUPER great at doing his job, so i bet he’ll get you all patched up in no time, mondo!

(The crew follows Awdajeeo, who is carrying a very angry Avani in his arms.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

this is the first time I’ve introduced a completely original monster here (ahralliday) hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,,

anyways yeah!!! new friend :]

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[staceymcgillicuddy]

This one is for @hellyeahcheer who asked for these numbers in the comments of a fic meme. Thank you!

"15, 29 (Super curious about 15! Your chapter titles always feel like really clever references and I'm not cool enough to get them 😂)"

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

They're song lyrics, mostly! For Soul, everything is a Woody Guthrie lyric. I try to find something that captures the spirit of the chapter, though sometimes it's a reach. The main title comes from this verse, which nails what I'm going for with Chrissy:

I fully aim, to get my soul known again As the maniac, the saint, the sinner, the drinker, the thinker, the queer I am the works, the whole works And it's not 'till you have called me all of these things That I feel satisfied, I feel satisfied.

Outside of Soul, it's almost always other people's lyrics that mean something to me. If not that, I do enjoy a pun!

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Oof, I'm bad about keeping things I cut! They tend to just get deleted and go into the ether. So, here's a deep cut from a long-abandoned Jopper what-if-they-fucked-in-high-school that I'll probably never finish:

English class becomes his favorite class. Joyce becomes his favorite pastime. She is a coiled spring; a live wire. She has impeccable penmanship, but rarely takes notes. Her clothes are perfectly pressed, yet oversized. Her hair curls around her collar and he spends a lot of time thinking about what would happen if he leaned down and kissed the spot at the nape of her neck where her pale skin peeks through. He thinks he’d like to take her to bed. He can’t imagine taking her to bed. Can’t imagine undressing her. Holding her. Touching her. He’d break her. He’s too big for her. With clumsy hands and groping fingers that Chrissy Carpenter endures because of the letter on his jacket and the fact that he’s handsome enough from certain angles.  He thinks he might be in love with her. 

It's messy; I'd rewrite it from scratch, most likely. However, it's HILARIOUS that Chrissy Carpenter is in there. I forgot about her being Hop's high school girl, but I must have looked her up when I wrote this! Damn, the Duffers do love some alliteration.

Anyway, I was really into that when I wrote it like... four years ago? Sorry, Jim and Joyce.