#sadly didnt have time to get new pants too

[girlriddle]

was in italy, got new fits

[haroldthehuckleberry]

desperate for money

CW-mpreg

i was absolutely desperate for money, id do anything. ANYTHING. i was doing tones and tones of jobs anything i could find but rent was expensive especially near my college, id gotten to the point of desperation where anything was on the table.

i saw an instagram post advertising for young guys ready to undergo a highly-risky surgery for a huge pay-out, £5,500! that was enough for rent for the rest of the time i was in college plus some!! i jumped at the opportunity and immediately replied to the ad not really thinking about the emphasis on the riskiness of the surgery.

after a few days of anxious waiting i got a reply informing me of where to go for the surgery and what time, it was later that day. before my appointment, i decided to shower and put on a nice t-shirt and pants. when i arrived to the surgery room a cute male-nurse with a nice plump ass showed me the way to the waiting room where a much older doctor described the procedure:

they would place a fully functioning vagina into me, uterus and all, and place the vulva between my balls and asshole, theyd leave it there for 5 months and track the changes to my body.

i have to admit it was more than i expected but i was on the verge of eviction and expulsion so i signed and agreed, before i knew it i was on the operating table breathing in anaesthetic and falling asleep…

i woke up in a different room in a different gown, there was a strange warmth coming from between my legs, i let my hands glide towards my new vagina it was already wet in anticipation, i let out a soft moan as i explored it, id never been into woman so id never felt one before but it was magical as i started tantalising the clit my cock stood on end, i grasped my cock with my right hand and began to finger-fuck my boy-cunt with my left, it was pure bliss. id been fingered in the ass before but this was unbridled ecstasy.

after id came and squirted i stood up and cleaned myself with a sink in the corner of the room before getting into my robe and leaving, i was met by the cute nurse again who handed me my clothes and an envelope of the cash, i was so overcome with my new pussy id forgotten about the cash! i was in ecstasy again as i ran back to my apartment to pay my rent and celebrate with some more finger fucking!

~5 months later~

honestly having a vagina as a college boy didnt change my experience too much all that had really happened to my body was my pecs had swollen somewhat, my thighs had grown with my now fat-ass (i wasnt complaining about!) besides turns out college kids are freaky! soon id been fucked, sucked and used by every boy, girl and inbetween on campus! sadly the day for my removal came so i drove to the same place the appointments (the original surgery and the weekly check ups) happened before, i saw the same cute nurse who seemed to be flirting with me, i blushed at his subtle advances as he showed me to the doctor’s room.

i sat opposite the doctor and he made sure i was ready for the removal- to be honest it saddened me, sex with both organs in use had been beyond belief - but i said yes, when i was taken into the surgery room the doctor explained that due to my high sex-drive hed need to check for a baby i explained that all the sex had been protected but he insisted. a good job he did.

i was 2 weeks pregnant.

he offered me the original sum again if i saw it full term.

i had to agree, not out of want for money but out of want for more ecstasy and unfathomable sex.

~3 months later~

the first few months of my pregnancy went as about as expected, explaining it to my school was…confusing but eventually they understood. morning sickness was a bitch but overall relatively easy, and yes i still was a massive man-slag. recently i noticed the first sign of a bump with a slight bloat under my abs- how exciting!

~2 months later~

im growing beyond control, the doctor says due to my male hormones my vagina is pumping more feminine hormones causing the baby to grow rapidly, my roomate has become a sort-of-boyfriend to me, hed fuck me or get fucked by me depending on my sexual needs, hed help me through morning sickness, to be completely honest i doubt id be able to do this with out him, at 5 months i looked at about 7 my belly was like a bowling ball attached to me, my pecs had become 2.5 sizes of proper bitch-tits my ass had plumped out my thighs had become that of thunder as my hips widened in preparation for birth.

~2 months later~

as my belly continued to expand at its rate getting to class was near impossible, my belly now looked like four or five pillows stuffed under my skin, none of my shirts fit properly and all clothes that would where too feminine so i had to waddle to class pathetically in hoodies that left my belly exposed from the belly button down, but simply i didnt care, technically anyone i walked past had equal chances of being the father, so no one gave me a hard time, including my teachers…

~1 month later~

at eight months pregnant i couldn’t possibly go from class to class and so i joined them all through a teams call from my dorm, the laptop resting on my beach-ball sized mid-section i was completely exhausted and uncomfortable constantly, my tits had now started to ooze milk whenever they please all my shirts either didnt fit, rubbed against my sensitive nipples or both thus i spent my time shirtless eventually giving up on underwear and becoming a nudist, not that my roomie complained we fucked like rabbits, it only being mildly inconvenient with my mountain of a stomach but we managed.

~1/2 a month later~

me and my now official boyfriend where right in the middle of him fucking my cunt raw while tugging off my cock when my water broke and soaked him completely he screamed in panic as he pulled out my hole. he fumbled for my phone to call the doctor who arrived in a matter of moments, eventually it was time to push…

after hours of painful, sexual, intense pushing i had birthed 2 beautiful baby boys the birth was not only painful but also very sexual as my most sensitive areas where forced beyond recognition, i had cum and moaned through most of the births, before the doctor left he gave me an envelope of the money and a date for the removal of my uterus and vagina, i told him i wanted to keep it, i think he understood.

hours after birthing my first children i was ready for my boyfriend to fill me with his, i wanted all of the pregnancy again…

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 18

parsley wakes up and is dumped by zen since zen is responsible lol. zen kneels down to try and help parsley up but he just wants to lay on the ground. parsley realizes hes in a library and just keeps laying there. zen tells him teya is researching the feywilds. teya learns that time passes differently in the feywilds.

back by wheatley hes still taking potshots on the range with senna watching. it does quite a bit of damage. fuckin lazers man. senna claps cause it looks cool. she notices its overheating and she calls out to him to cease firing so it wont explode lol. he giggles hes so happy lol.

back to parsley, he wants to go shopping! so he fucks off. zen tells teya to stay here and he goes after parsley. parsley goes up in the air trying to find his bearings. he doesnt notice anything xD he gets beamed by a lazer and zen yells at him to get down. anti air defense! big guns aiming at him lol. he quickly gets the fuck back down like wtf. zen says their for emergencies. parsley isnt registered so no flying. zen says he will escort him to the blacksmith.

senna and wheatley saw parsley get shot and hurry over there and meet up like wtf. wheatley heals parsley a bit. he says hes banned from flying and zen explains the guns. parsley says he needs new pants since it got wrecked. senna says they met a nice robot that made them some clothes. zen is taking parsley to the blacksmith first. senna points out wheatleys cool lazer gun to parsley, but zen says to not get too close cause its radioactive. wheatley freaks out and backs away.

zen reminds everyone they couldve used the tokens at anytime. it can do lots of stuff. map, lightsource, storage, shopping. senna tells wheatley he can store the lazer until its needed. thank god right? XD

wheatley tries to hold parsleys wrist and hes like "uhh no, im fine stop that." "worry is my default state of being." parsley keeps saying hes fine.

good ol smith! parsley wants a new dagger! he just gets an ordinary dagger no plus 1 for him. he then asked for a whip but smith doesnt really work with leather. check a leather worker! parsley changes his mind tho cause i dunno. as we go to leave smith says he misses his shop awwww. time to get teya!

teya however wandered off goddamn. now we have to go find her. shes getting surrounded by robots asking her stuff lol. their so excited to go back outside! teya is a little anxious getting mobbed like this. theyve never seen an organic like teya before! one of the robots notices teya is nervous and tells the other bots to back up. just in time we arrive to the rescue!

zen crosses his arms and scolds teya for leaving. she claims to have no memory of this. wheatley grabs her and says he was worried about her. zen gets the robots to leave. wheatley says they are just lonely. zen says android is waiting for us its time to go.

back to the soul jar! ANDROID GOT AN UPGRADE AND HES WEARING CLOTHES! he looks more like zen in structure now! less arms and smaller xD android says he took some steps moving forward awww. he says he doesnt like the clothes but only belts would look weird. wheatley agrees, clothes are weird xD he has a rapier and a pistol and rifle instead of just spawning weapons.

parsley is a dick and trying not to laugh. zen gives him a big hug awww. hes so proud of him. senna just says he looks nice. he thanks her??? holy shit. senna doesnt make a big deal out of it. sadly everyone else did lol. 'wow i didnt know you could say that.' senna sucker punches parsley in the shoulder. android calls him an idiot.

wheatley says goodbye to lil bro. SP also says goodbye awww. group hug for them awww. teya recalls to herself more fey facts that fey see other humanoids beneath them. entertaining but not equals.

zen sets down a portal and out we go! adventure! still by that temple and parsleys big pile of firewood. hes fucking taking the wood and putting it in the storage unit. wheatley says he thought parsley liked chopping firewood? he uh misunderstood lol.

wheatley holds sennas hand and wraps his tail around her. he just wants a pal :3 senna and teya message each other and teya is excited to sleep again :3 parsley suddenly notices wheatley is in a dress xD

as were walking we hear screaming! a small town and some bodies that got smashed! senna runs toward the screaming as parsley flies into the air to see what it is. parsley sees people running from giant...things. senna sees a giant iron golem chasing a dude. senna lobs some acid at it! hits! everyone is hurrying over to senna.

the acid begins to corrode it a bit and it turns toward senna, lumbering over. shes luring it over to the rest of the gang. parsley flies behind its head to slice it but its sword bounces off cause its METAL PARSLEY! wheatley casts branding smite!

wheatley shoots it with his pistol. the golem attacks parsley! (IT GOT A 31 WTF RAZ) parsley manages to block the attack with his shield but he still took a lot of damage and knocks him into the ground. parsley enters a rage and wild surges. a pixie appears by the golem and then parsley attacks with his handaxe. bounces off again. then the pixie explodes! senna uses spiritual weapon and summons a floating hammer and it crits! then acid splash again! teya curses it to wis save everyturn or he cant do anything.

wheatley again! heat metal! now the golem is glowing hot and its repairing itself since its melted. senna yells at wheatley for healing it. another golem shows up fucks sake. android shoots it and it lumbers toward him. good boy. zen trips it nice job. androids rapier floats in the air stabbing away. raz stop making them cool i cant NOT fuck them-

the golem were fighting failed his save so he does nothing. parsley drops his rage and tries to reduce the golem. it doesnt work its immune. another pixie appears and blows up. senna does acid again and the floating hammer force. teya vampiric touches it cause shes nuts. wheatley leaves cause parsley told him to find and rescue survivors.

oh no the golem succeeded. it fuckin sends teya flying back but her curse still sticks good. parsley casts fairyfire and the golem gets outlined with blue light and our attacks have advantage.

cutting to wheatley fast hes mostly finding smashed people. he starts running into intact buildings and yelling at people to flee. people are trapped! their afraid of wheatley though. he tries to calm them but their scared badly. they say the golems got turned against them? robots that look just like wheatley!? he keeps trying to get them to flee and then leaves. time for the next house! they all do the same thing.

senna yet again acids and hammers pog. a piece of the golem fell off nice. teya misses vampiric touch darn. then she casts hidden step sneaky. golem got loose again goddamn. smacks parsley to the ground again and he loses the fairyfire. then he smacks parsley again he broke his ribs! he chugs a potion and tries to distract the golem lol. senna lobs acid and hammers again. teya vampiric touches again and does big nice. the golem is slowing down. she hidden steps again.

golem once more cant move! parsley disengages and goes to find wheatley. senna misses the acid and hammer darn. teya also misses vampiric touch again. fuck the golem got loose and attacks senna. smacks her shield and impacts it fuck. second attack misses ha!

cutting to parsley he epically fails the invs roll while screaming for wheatley and coughing up blood. he starts going in buildings and trying to make people leave. he gives the guy a healing potion and leaves. they warn him of wheatley and parsley calls him an idiot and goes. he also drinks more potions.

back to the fight! senna lobs acid and hammers once again. it collapses again! senna immediately whips around to help zen and android! teya comes too! she misses lol. zen was astral punching it but he does look a bit beat up. the golem goes after teya lol. fuck that has to hurt but it misses the second attack.

android calls the golem a thoughtless metal can and tries to get its attention. he keeps shooting it. zen keeps punching but his attacks are low. senna once more acids and hammers pog. teya curses it pog! the golem breaks loose tho lol. its going for teya! teya is dropped to 1 holy shit her arm shouldnt be bent like that.

cutting to parsley he finds wheatley yay! wheatley looks exhausted lol and he goes to another building. parsley yells out to him and grabs him. wheatley hugs him that hurts xD parsley tells him to go back and help while he helps the people.

back to the fight! android missed every shot wtf. zen epic failed. senna healing words teya then hammers again. teya misses the vampire again then hidden steps lol. the golem goes for senna fuck. that hurts. missed the second attack again. android jumps on its back and shoots it in the head.

senna immediately begins healing teya again. wheatley just missed the fight lol. he goes about healing senna and she also heals herself. senna heals teya to full shes just sore. senna asks where parsley is. wheatley says robots that looked like him did this. senna messages teya to look after wheatley and senna goes to get parsley. wheatley tells teya the villagers tried to attack him so he cant ask for info. teya hugs him the poor guy.

parsley keeps doing what hes doing and trying to drag people out of their houses. not smart. they aint wanna go outside. parsley sighs and says he'll go with him he has experience fighting this kind of stuff. 'you think its gonna get bored and go away?' parsley is done with this guy lol. he finally agrees and leaves lol. as they exit senna runs over to parsley and tells him they did it. senna heals parsley a bit nice.

[soft-boi-eli]

OMG CAN I REQUEST CC!PHILZA INTRODUCING HIS ADOPTED EMO CHILD TO THE REST OF THE SBI/DSMP

Gender neutral pls they/them

Of course! I've been having a bit of shortages on ideas. So this is so fucking welcomed.

Anyways

Father CC!Philza x Emo! Reader

Pronouns:they/them

Summary:your old parents gave you up as a teen, overflowing you with emotions, causing depression, mood swings, and quite a bit of anxiety. When you got adopted by a man and a lady,both seemingly very kind and understanding. You felt happy. They didnt expect the sleepy bois to come and visit so soon.

Tw:anxiety attacks, mention of depression, loving clothes (not a tw but damn I sometimes miss my old fashion sense.), mention of trauma, swearing!

A huge new family

They dont blame their biological family. They knew that they were being overwhelming. Slowly shifting into a state of mind where fluffy black and colored hair was their favorite. Their outfits became more extravagant and their makeup took a turn for the darker. But they didnt have to put them up for adoption.

About a year in and out of foster families, a few months in an orphanage, then one more foster family. It was official. They were the new child of philza.

Your life got better. Both of them accepted your choice of clothes and makeup, even supported it!

They helped with everything in the first few weeks. Giving you space, letting you know that they were there. But you nor phil knew that three boys were heading down to visit.

So when you answered the door to see three faces demanding philza minecraft and one just looking awkward. They were also changing about him coming and join them you felt panic flood through you. Slamming the door on their face you held near your chest.

Your uneven breathing was heard by your father and he was quick to scoop you away from the door and have kristin answer the door.

He was sitting next to you hand lightly rubbing your shoulder and he guided you through the panic attack. "That's it. In through the nose. Hold it for a few second. Breathe out." His voice was calm.

It took less time to calm you down then you've ever had. "There ya go mate. Just keep breathing." He kept coaching you through you panic attack.

Kristen let the four in with their promise of keeping calm. Your shaking form brought major concern to the two older ones and confusion to the two younger ones. "(Y/n) I want to introduce you to the four behind us. Technoblade, wilbur, tommy, and tubbo. They are really good friends of mine." Nodding lightly you sat there, not wanting to turn because if you did the panic would strike harder. Remembering what happened before you parents left you.

A huge group of people basically shunned your for your choices and didnt want to take you in because 'trash like you' wasnt accepted in the family. But these two were different. Supporting you with your choices. How different were their friends? "Hey I think you shirt is cool! Who's on it?" A slightly hyper voice broke through the silence. " black veil brides." It was quite but a start. "Cool! So their a band right? What kind of songs?" The brown haired teen was trying to communicate with you. "Uhm. Rock." It had started small but you opened up to the teens. They were about you age and they didnt bash what you decided to like. The two older ones hung out with phil and Kristen. You three hung out in your room which was kind of softer then your appearance. It was to reflect a bit deeper into you. Bookshelves, a desk, reading corner, and a bed. Not fully knowing what to put in there.

But you, tommy, and tubbo were almost the best of friends when they had to leave. Techno and Wilbur it took a bit. After the two teens left you had came out of your room, no makeup, hair had all products removed, and your clothes changed from Jean's and a black veiled brides shirt to a black tee shirt, grey sweat pants, with a book in hand.

Before sleeping you just chilled in the living room, reading while basking in the presence of your adoptive parents. You did not expect wilbur and techno to still be there.

Plopping down on the couch next to phil you opened your book and tried to zone out, to get engulfed into the book. Nope. Two sets of eyes just watching you.

"So you like poems?" The book you were reading was a massive collection of poems. Looking up to the two on the couch you nodded lightly.

Looking back down you felt nervous. "Small talk is awkward." Looking up to the brown haired guy with an American accent you nodded. "Same." Once more you looked down at your book. You already had issues focusing but you tried to work though it. "What kind of poems are you favorite?" You sat there for a second. Trying to think of something that catches your attention.

"Mainly ones about trauma. It reminds me I'm not the only one in the word that went through something I have. It just makes it more interesting when I can relate." It was true. Sometimes the poems you liked ring a little to close to home.

"Good choice. It does really intrigue the audience when they can relate." Nodding you closed your book. "Especially when you relate. It's a must for me. Other wise I get turned away from it and just cant focus. But if I like it then I am just dead set on that poem."

You and techno bonded over poems and wilbur brought up some songs. "So what is you song preference?" "Hollywood undead, black veil brides, other then that its random. If I like the song it's in my playlist." With no other preferences with music other then it had to sound good to you there was honestly no judgement for other people's taste in music. There were little treasures from almost all genres.

For a while you talked about poems and songs. It honestly helped you feel safer with them. They didnt care about what you found intriguing. Or why. You even went on a rant and there was no care. They just listened.

But sadly they had to leave. Bit they promised that they would visit more. They were like the brothers you never had.

"So I see that you were able to talk to all of them." Nodding to your father figure you smiled "they were nice. Honestly. I cant wait to see them again."

He found joy in you wanting to hang out with his friends/technically children too.

Now meet the rest of the dream smp. It was very fast. Meeting almost all of them at the same time.

Phil was streaming and no one except for the sleepy bois knew about you. So you walked into his stream, book in hand and sat on the couch behind his set up. You liked having another person on the room. You just hated being alone. It gave you really bad thoughts. "Who's that behind you phil?" A random donation read out. Phil looking behind himself saw you in the corner reading and you normally did. "Ah that's my child. They like to have company. So sometimes they come in here to read." "Wait you have a child?! Since when?" The voice made you jump. Your book fell out of your hands and you looked at your father's screen. A green man with a weird white blob for a skin on minecraft. "Yeah. I took a break to pick them up from the orphanage." All hell broke loose. You ran while phil answered questions. You were not dealing with that. No way. Nuh uh. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not today satan. It took phil bribing you with a trip to hot topic to get you to come back in. I mean hey you get to score a few shirts and hats. Might as well.

Meeting the server wasbt too bad. But the questions were weird. You didnt answer the ones you were uncomfortable about and they didnt care. Your boundries were up. And when tommy, tubbo, willbur, and techno revealed they knew of you they were yelled at. It was funny. Watching people say they should of said something. But it resulted in alot of compliments and Phil's chat loving you.

You were now the older sibling of the chat. Why? Cause chat said so.

When you come in from now on the chat is chanting for you. Just "(y/n)!" Over and over.

Your life? Crazy. But it became a bit better after you were living with your new parents. It was heaven.

I'm sorry if its awkward I'm not good at introductions. And I am tis but a sleep deprived human. I need sleep and so do you have a nice day and once more I'm sorry if this isnt up to what you wanted.

[pufflocks]

Summary: Sitting in the living room with tsukishima rubbing against you in need. Give him a hand and reassure how pretty he is. ♡

Warning: Minor fluff • Minor smut • proof read • 《Edited with tags》

Cast: Top!M!Reader x Bottom!Tsukishima

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Tsukishima hums to himself quietly as he listens to k-pop through his earbuds. Getting lost in his own small world with you was always a gateway for him when volleyball slowly put him under pressure. He never did admire the sport as much as he probably should considering how far he's come playing it. Kei and you were third years now and a new year came a whole new relationship between you both.

You guys met in their 2nd year of high school and to think the H/C male, you, would end up having courage to ask him out. It wasn't cliche now that you think about it. More like asking a simple question with a plot twist, ending in a good way. Perhaps..

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'Hey, Kei.' Y/N asked.

'What ?' Kei looks up from his book. He borrowed it from Y/N's house when he stayed over for a project.

'Are you,' He paused. What if he doesn't go that way ? Y/N had thought.

'Spit it out or I'm leaving Y/N.' He mumbled fixing his slightly crooked glasses. You giggled bashfully at his snarky remark. He was so beautiful. Unbelievably really.

"You are so pretty Kei."

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Kei's shoulders sagged as he took off his headphones. He looked up at his boyfriend, whomst shoulder he was laying on. Studying his face was a habit they picked up from eachother since you always seemed dazed by the boys pale rosy cheeks.

A face that held so much hidden frusttration he has yet to express with him yet.. You could only wonder why he was so beautiful for a tall lanky guy as himself.

"You think I'm pretty ?" Kei pondered. His response being a gentle kiss landing near his matching pale neck. His neck, unlike his face, had many cute small freckles just under his jawline.

He slightly huffed as his hand calmy made its it's way to the your arm that snaked around his waist.

'His waist is a ballerina's dream as it is also feminine and slim.' You would think every so often in times like this you would emerge your body onto his.

How did his arm get there ?

No one knows but Kei did know how the atmosphere resembled of a heated gym. Reminded of how they literally just handled any type of horny that possessed them a few hours ago.

When did it become so darn hot ?

"I'm kinda horny, lil dino." You said. Resting your chin on the other teens shoulder. Arms still sneakily pinching his slim fat near his hips. His body was all too cute to you.

All Tsukishima could do was scoff at the nickname. Why did this man, aka you his boyfriend, have the utter audacity to bring such names up in the middle of something sexual ?

'Such a meathead you are when bone hard.' He had thought scanning your much more bulky form and tent in your pants. How could you blame yourself though ?

"I love you lots y'kno ?"

Another question, though being rhetorical, Kei could not answer as he only brushed some hair out of his significant others face showing of his E/C eyes.

'These eyes specifcally seen all of me..' Kei thought blushing at his own thoughts. Getting slightly hot thinking about the countless sweaty sex you both would have when you just couldn't hold yourself anymore. Taking him in one of the schools bathrooms was one of your favorites if you had to think. He would get so ansty and quite frankly messy, just thinking of who could walk through those doors.

"Didn't we jerk off each other an hour ago ? How can you be so horny after that 2 hour in a half session Y/N !" Kei exclaimed pushing his boyfriend off his body. You huffed dramatically laying back on the comforting couch. So dramatic you would have to be to get what you desired of your pretty ballerina like lover.

About to give up hope Kei sighed and removed his glasses. Seeing the blondes ministrations you quickly slung your arms around the yet again ballerina's dream waist, and promptly sat him in your lap. Chuckling slowly as you laid back down on the comfortable couch.

"You are so perfect ya know ?" Kei heard this line from him umpteenth times since you've dated. Though how frail said make was, he didn't always believe his words too often. Why didn't he believe you if your words being nothing of truth ?

You saw your boyfriend rut his hips into his from your recycled choice of words. He didn't always believe those words sadly, but it was pleasant thinking if he 'was'.

Halting his hips with your heavy hands, you grabbed your lovers hand putting it just behind his rear end onto the straining hard on you gained in under a few minutes.

Smirking you say, "Believe me when I compliment you, love. Though you are frail masculine ballerina, you never fail to stiffen and rile me up." That hit Kei hard. And his face bloomed like pretty red roses in spring, as he attempted to continue his grinding in a whine when he didnt get the friction he wanted- needed. He would later slap himself in utter shame to even think your choice of words got him this needy ! To his fault though, your hand was still grounded in its place. Refusing of any friction, for now.

"Let me go Y/N.. I wanna feel at least something !" He slightly pouted tilting his head to the right. This was always pleasant. Having him wanting is always what got you giving into this little ballerina of yours ! So beautiful. So fucking sexy, it's almost bogglingly how you got this stupid lucky.

Kei hated this of course. All he had to do was bring up the mention of a dildo plunging his arse instead of you, but he didn't have the mind for it. He was already in too deep as he desperately flicked and prodded his light pink nipples in earnest instead. The small fact his front was already damp from his slick pre.

"You needy for me bubs ?" You whispered. Giving shy fingertip touches over the lanky teen. Greatly getting a shy nod with a surprised gasp as you jutted your hips up to meet with the blondes ass. The sweatpants barely doing him any justice.

"Ah-!~ No, please- please touch me and stop fucking teasing me !" He tried to muster up a demanding front. How cute he could be on these rare evenings only you spent with him.

Pondering on your next move you scanned his sweatpants. He borrowed them from you after the sesh a while ago and now another set of your clothing was dirtied by him.

Ever heard of a filthy yet graceful ballerina ?

Pt. 2 ? ☆

[shyrose57]

2nd part than.

8: (This ones longgggg) Their rooms all have the same beige (like brown mushroom color) walls and floors. As their not allowed to change that. But Watson has some bookshelves in his room along with a old adventurer cape that goes in front of his body and hangs to his ankles (Item-Ya Adventurer Cape is a perfect example. Idk the actual name for the kind of cape it is), some display cases featuring his strongest bows and arrows, along with a sword and axe, along with pictures of the group toghere and pictures from his travels on the walls, he has a single lone desk that is only used when designing new bows or arrows. Ran also has bookshelves, but his is bigger and takes up a whole wall, he also as a winter cape with fur on its shoulders hung up (he lived in a snow biome for a little while and made the cape himself), along with a single weapon case that features a lone damaged neitherite sword, he also has chests stacked along a wall filled with random stuff that he sometimes gives as gifts or uses to throw at people. Jackie has a few paintings and posters in his room, along with the only carpet in any bedroom (that he totally didnt steal from Grievous), a panting easel, he has a single display case in his room that displays the sword Porkius gave him for winning, theres also pictures of the group toghere and a small chest next to his bed filled with things that belongs to someone in the group. Grievous has a small bookshelf (one book is a naming book Watson jokingly gave him), a chest filled to the brim with blankets and pillows (cause for him comfort is a necessity), he also has a desk that he tends to fall asleep at when doing literally anything on it. Everyone also has a good sized wardrobe somewhere in their room that is filled with different outfits and w statue stands with either iron armour or empty. There is also a four-way-bunkbed in the living room/area, they typically use it when someone is having or had a very bad day and needs comfort, or when Jackie's separation anxiety is bad and needs to sleep with everyone nearby. 

Ran loves reading and sometimes gets mad when someone intrupts his reading. Watson loves designing new bows and arrows and just designing weapons in general (Grievous does too and helps him sometimes). Jackie likes to paint and has a interest in adventuring one day. They are well known but only in Subbin and surrounding cities. Though word does travel about them at times which can bring people to Subbin. They have 2 titles actually! First is used in typical matches, while the second is used in more formal or serious matches (like those for general). Ran: The Enderman, Partikel Tari (Dancing Particles, referencing how when he fights when serious its like he's dancing as he teleports around the field). Watson: The Archer, Multi (Referencing how he has more experience than anyone in the use of all kinds of weapons and can quickly adjust to situations). Grievous: Multi-Named, Unpredictable (referring to how he is by far the most unpredictable person in serious battles). Jackie: The Child, Diremehake (Underestimated, referring to how he gets underestimated a lot during any battle). They get recognized quite often and get called their stage names, when they dont want to deal with people recognizing them they often either yell at them to go away or just run away. 

9: They do all of the above! It depends on the match up (Jackie and Watson stay out of eachothers way mostly, Ran and Grievous make it one on one, and Ran and Jackie take them out quick). Oh the first time Ran threw Jackie was hailours. You could hear Watson screaming from the stands in fear and Jackie just head-butted the guy in the stomach. Then when Jackie recovered he just yelled for Ran to throw him again, and once again you could hear Watson screaming no and threats at them from the stands. Ran agreed and threw Jackie at the last person, who he just bear hugged as he hit and held them down. Then after the battle Watson smacked the two and chastised them.

10: At first he drops stuff and trips over his feet on a regular basis. But after about 3 weeks he fully regains his balance, and is able to finally walk without tripping at the start. While the attempts at bonding do work to get Ranbob and Cletus closer the two never get as close as the rest. Neither can really name what's stopping them from getting closer though. For the first week people need to constantly remind Ranbob to do all of those things. As he thinks the constant hunger, thirst, and tiredness is all normal when its not and their trying to get him to understand that. And while he eventually starts to do it himself, theres still some nights where he doesnt eat or drink or sleep. They just leave the two in the house, but later they do start to expand the house a bit to fit the new addition. He does not get his own place up, he just gives up after some time. He doesn't fall asleep out there to often thankfully, but since the house keeps falling on him he does get cuts and bruises quite often. He gets stuck in a rain storm only 2 times which isn't bad, but he does get semi-bad burns from them sadly that Benjamin has to sit him down for and have Charles distract him for long enough to wrap his wounds properly. And it only took Benjamin like 4 weeks before he finally got fed up and forced him inside and had him stay with them. He has dealt with a storm before when he was young! But it was when he was about 12 so its been a long while. 

11: He spends all of his free time glaring at them. And for the first few days whenever he sees someone from his group hanging around his brothers, he'll go over and pick em up and just carry them away. The fishermen worry for a bit that Ran may hurt them, but Watson assured them that Ran knows the two groups like eachother and wouldn't hurt them incase that could hurt his families feelings. 

12: Ranbob is extremely happy about potentially getting new members of his family! And eagerly tries to talk with them. But Ran is far less happy and actively avoids them (and drags his family away at times).

13: At the start they have no idea where their going. But when Grievous brings up about Rans damaged sword they decide to find a nether portal so they can find whats needed to repair his sword! And Watson decides on the way he can show them all the different biomes in the world, which Jackie is extremely excited for. 

14: If the fishermen get separated from Ranbob for too long he actively goes and searches for them. And refuses to stop until he finds them. When upset Ran loves to pick up members of his Haunting, though he doesnt do them often as he knows his Haunting doesn't like it when he does it to often. He and Ranbob also pick up blocks though as it's a comfort action and soothes them. Cuddles piles do happen! They happen more for Ranbob to comfort him after a nightmare or just a bad day, or when he basically relapses and wants to go back to Dream. But cuddle piles are more rare in Rans group, as cuddle piles only happen when anyone is doing really badly mentally or physically and just need comfort, or when they all just need some comfort. But their much more sentimental and have more meaning than Ranbobs groups. 

15: Oh definitely. I forget if I included it when I first introduced my Au. But soon after Ran escaped Mizu, he was hunted for his pearl and respawn ability. Though he killed the people hunting him. Every year he was out of Mizu and every year before he entered Subbin he was hunted by multiple groups. He's become legend just for avoiding so many groups and killing a vast majority of them. He's known as the "Green Eyed Enderman." and is a top goal amongst hunters. There are some times Ran got jumped in Subbin for being a hybrid but he quickly defeated them. 

Karl has played his role in this! Though maybe I could make it so he comes in later on during a really difficult part between the  brothers, and helps out. Using his own experiences in the SMP and seeing what ruined relationships like brothers does to someone and others, to make sure their relationship doesn't stay so broken and hurt so many people. Maybe at the end I'll have them go back and face Dream so Ranbob (and even Ran slightly, with how Dreams presence affected him) can finally be completely free. As of rn no one has a pet. But that question made me really want to give someone a raven and idk who. I want to have bits of the other Tales in it! Im not quite sure how yet but I want this to be a mostly Tales ONLY au (no main SMP stuff unless needed or necessary) as the Tales don't have enough love. He does write down the experience he had with the Dream Experience and writes down very important things, but other than that he leaves it behind. 

Im really happy to hear that you like my au. I love world and story building a lot and can't control how much I write sometimes, again im sorry this is so long and I'll do my best to not make anything this long ever again. Sorry if this bothered you

8: Sounds pretty interesting, overall. Was Watson-as his cape suggest-perhaps an adventurer? And he designs his own bows and arrows? Very cool. What kind of things does he come up with?  Ran also sounds like he’s traveled a bit. He knows how to sew? Has he ever made anything for anyone else? Where did he get his sword? Jackie’s got a carpet? Very nice, he deserves it. And a painting easel? How good is he at painting? Or is it more of something he’s just trying? Grievous sounds like he could build a very good pillow fort, and honestly, good for him. How often do they camp out in the bunk bed room? 

Ran not liking being interrupted is understandable. Does he ever read to anyone, or is it more some alone time for him? Grievous and Watson must design some terrifying weapons. Where is Jackie looking at adventuring to? Anywhere specific, or just around? And what language(s) is Ran and Jackie’s secondary titles in? Latin? 

9: Very smart of them, means it’ll be harder to pick up a pattern. And hearing about Ran tossing Jackie-I’m laughing. I’m not going to lie, kind of assumed it was planned pre-match, but hearing that they just decided to throw him? Watson’s reaction? Just...hilarious. Was Jackie even prepared for it, or did Ran just toss them without warning? Honestly, it kind of sounds like people might come to the Pit for the comedy just as much for the fighting. If this was the kind of thing that went down, I’d probably come to watch.

10: Oh no, Ranbob! At least he’s getting better. So Cletus and Ranbob never quite click, huh? Well, that’s alright. Sometimes people just don’t. Doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other! Ranbob thinking it’s normal, oh god. Does he ever say something along those lines, or get confused why the others are so worried about it? If so, how do the fishermen react to that question, and how does Ranbob react to the answer. As for the house, well. He can say he tried if nothing else-and hey, funny story to share with the gladiators later on. It’s good that he wasn’t caught in too many storms, less that he was caught in some at all. I’m sure that was a big help in convincing Benjamin to finally just put his foot down, which, honestly good for him. You go, Benjamin!

11: Ran, bud, chill. I like how you said his free time though-my first thought was that he immediately finished a book and went over to glare at them. Probably not true, but a hilarious mental image. Very glad Watson has reassured the fishermen-how did Ranbob react to that worry of theirs?

12: Ran’s actions are pretty understandable, but still a bit sad. How does Ranbob feel about them? Is he resigned? Determined? Upset?

13: Adventure! Into possibly dangerous places! How fun! Can’t wait to see where it goes. What do they see? What’s the first stop? How long are they heading off?

14: He won’t stop? Like, potentially will work himself into the ground won’t stop? Ran just picks up his members like blocks. And, oh boy. Ranbob wanting to go back to Dream? That’s just. Oof. Very much oof. How do the fishermen deal with that, and how do they feel about it?

15: Ran sounds like he’s had a less than enjoyable time out there. Do these hunters ever go after them once they leave Subbin? Do they target Ranbob? I mean, he’s another Endermen hybrid, and one who definitely isn’t as skilled as Ran, or as used to them. He’d be a much easier target.

So Karl’s gonna come in towards the end. Nice. Ran was also affected by Dream? How so? Obviously less than his brother, but did he ever notice? Did Ranbob? Sounds like it’d be a good final showdown, over all.

As for that pet raven, may I offer some suggestions? You could give one to Jackie and Grievous, so it can help them cause havoc, or maybe one to Benjamin, so it can help him keep an eye on his dorks. Maybe even Cletus, to help snag things, and mess with people, or Isaac, maybe to help find things. Even Watson, or one of the brothers, to help keep watch over their groups. Really, you could give any of these guys a raven. Depending on said bird’s personality, it could fit anywhere. Just depends on what you want to do with it.

I completely agree with you, we need more Tales AUs. Ranbob and Ran did come from what was basically a city of historians, perhaps you could use that to tie in the other Tales? Or even have them across the old ruins of areas on their adventure. Even chunk in more time travel, via Karl or otherwise, if you want to toss in more characters.

Ranbob pretty much starts over then. Good for him. How does Ran feel about that? Actually, who was Ran’s idol, and his general life on Mizu, before the Dream incident?

Other questions:

One thing I’d like to know is how the groups react to each other’s experiences and general life styles. Like for one, Ranbob and the fishermen generally seem more physically affectionate with each other, while Ran and the gladiators seem fairly less so, but no less close. 

For another, the fishermen probably still remind Ranbob to eat or sleep, which would probably seem a bit confusing for the gladiators. How much do they know about both sides? Obviously enough for them to want to help get the brothers back together, but like.

How much do the gladiators believe Ranbob’s side. Are they wary, or skeptical, or do they believe it completely, and if so, why? 

How long was Ran left running, evading hunters, and how has that affected him? How many times do both brothers say something concerning, and how do they react to what the other says?

You’ve said Ranbob occasionally relapses and wants to return to Dream. Does this happen on the trip? And if so, how do the gladiators react to such a thing-depending on how much they know about the whole thing, I can imagine mixed reactions. How does Ran react?

How do both groups react to the new endermen hybrids? They seem to have dealt with different instincts before now, so seeing Ranbob trail the fishermen and Ran just pick up the gladiators must be a bit strange. 

What can Ranbob keep down? Not only was Dream in control, and not particularly careful with his body, but supplies were probably also somewhat limited when he did eat. So how has that affected him? 

Are there any nicknames within in the groups? How do the gladiators react to the schedule change, considering they had set times for so much before? How do the fishermen react to the new areas? What habits are/become shared, and what habits are restricted to one group.

In general, just...how the fishermen and the gladiators differ in lifestyles, basically. 

For another, in one of the earlier post, you mentioned both Isaac and Cletus wanted to return to Mizu. Isaac kind of gives me a historian vibe himself, or some sort of archaeologists. Just a kind of person who wants to learn about history-perhaps something to do with the fact that he was played by Karl, and the whole time traveler thing. 

But anyway, what exactly did those two want to do down there? Explore, learn, steal?

And how would you say everyone’s personalities are like? Will you be introducing anymore characters, Tales or otherwise. It’d be interesting to see a Pit version of Tommy, or Puffy, or such.

How does Ran react when he finally accepts the truth, and what exactly pushes him to that? 

Hope this isn’t too many questions. I’m pretty invested, not gonna lie.

And seriously, I don’t mind the length. Long or short, I’m really just happy to hear more about your AU, and I look forward to more.

[queenofwerewolves]

Future Hope - chapter 1.5 - Practice Makes Perfect

Our heroes didnt get their powers and knew from night to day how to manage them, especially those who had physical changes to their body. Our soon-to-be heroes were all reunited in Maria's house, they had planed to spend the afternoon practing and exploring their new limits and abilities, all helping eitch other.

They decided since Griff had the biggest change, they would focus on him first. At the moment they were out in backyard, eitch one giving suggestions on what to begin first.

"Pick us all up at once with your new muscles!" Said Muffin excitedly. "That's still too light! Pick us all up plus Maria's car" Said Spike, chewing once again on a bubblegum.

"You all leave Hellride out of this!" Maria responded angrily. "That car was expensive as fuck and I refuse to go back to a life of Ubers!" She crossed her arms, indignified.

"You named your car?" Kip answered from high up a tree branch, as cats do. "I name all my belongings, what of it?" Maria answered. "And they're all cool names, too".

"Hellride? Really?" Spiked scoffed. "Because she rides fast as Hell! Look can we get back on track and find something for Griff to test his strenght?!" Maria answered nervously with a touch of embarrassment.

"Unless we find an Indiana Jones boulder for him to spin on his finger like a damn basketball we arent gonna get any damn progress!" Spike shouted back.

Maria sighed and shook her head. "I hate it when you have a point.." Griff nervously scratched the back of his head. "There must be something we can do.." He quietly mumbled out.

"I got it!" Muffin shouted, they all turned to face her. "I forgot Im a fairy! I can just poof something up!" She said excitedly. Everyone stared at her with either a confused or shocked look.

"..How... Do you FORGET that you're a fairy?!" Spike blurted out nervously. "You have fucking wings! How does one forget they have huge pink glittery wings?!"

Muffin just shrugged.

Maria smiled wide. "OK Muffin, give us something huge and heavy for Griff to use!" Muffin nodded and grabbed her wand which had a muffin on the tip. "Wand cook, beat and bake! Give us a big large and tasty cupcake!" She waved her wand and out appeared from a bunch of pink glittery smoke, a nearly two-story house tall chocolate cupcake.

"... Why a cupcake..?" Blink asked as she peeked behind her mask, in slight awe and wanting to secretly a bite out of it. "I can only make sweets!" Muffin said with a shy tone. "Im not a fighter like you guys, I only want to make people happy and eat candy!"

"That is certainly the biggest pastry I've ever seen! So large and beautiful, I bet tasty as well!" "Not to mention DIABETIC AS HELL!!! We could die from a heart attack eating that! Or worse, we could get fat! Even fatter! And become even uglier then we already are! This is too overwealming I need a nap!"

Rooko and Rooki suddenly spoke, almost taking everyone off guard on how their friend Rook is suddenly two split personalities now based on the Youtube character ENA, one is always happy while the other is always sad, and depending on the situation they can go Manic or Miserable.

"OK Griff, show us what you can do!" Maria shouted excitedly. Without missing a second, Griff bent over and gripped the edge of the massive cupcake, after struggling a bit he slowly but surely, lifted the entire thing over his head, smiling proudly.

His friends cheered and applauded proudly. Feeling satisfied, he dropped the cupcake and dusted the chocolate crumbs off his hands and fur. "Yokusei!" He shouted, and with a naruto-like smoke poof, he turned back to his human self. Maria ran and hugged him tightly, which Griff embraced and hugged back with a slight twirl.

"Griff you were amazing!!" Maria said with a proud tone, Griff slightly blushed pink at the small punk girl and her excitement. "Oh shucks, it was nothing.." He said with a shy tone.

"Well, and seems we concluded Griffin's training." Togekiss said as they took a sip of tea. "He jump twice as high as a two-story house, his punches and kicks can knock down brick walls and possibly more if we werent limited on objects to test it with, he can hear twice as much then a dog could with his ears, and his sense of smell is impecable. Truly Griff is a strong asset to our team."

"I can only train my powers at night.." Said Spooks, holding an umbrella to protect her from the sun, now that it injures her. "Muffin's power is only sweet making. Togekiss has exceptional I.Q and can see simulations in the future like Garnet in Steven Universe, along with their strong telekenisis, and Kip simply draws whatever she desires, whether alive or not and it becomes a reality... That means it's Rook's turn to show us what she can do" She finished.

"Wonderful! It's our time to shine!" "I-I-I not ready! Everyone's gonna laugh at us! I-I might piss myself in fear!" "Oh pull yourself together dear! Our friends wont laugh at us!" "How do we know that?! They're just waiting to correct us on a dumb mistake!!!"

Rook's body shook and twitched as her eyes turned to static, suddenly her entire eyes turned black with a blue iris, she turned Miserable.

"They're gonna laugh and point at our foolish selves, we're gonna be so embarrassed that we'll wish that the Earth will swallow us whole and just fucking kill us now!! Go ahead! Laugh at us and our misfortune!!!"

"ooh shit" Maria said. "can someone calm her down?"

Rook's eyes change to regular as her Miserable side went away. "No need my good Queen! We are completly fine! Now prepare to be dazzled as we show you all what we can do!" q

Rook pulled out a harry potter-like wooden wand, waved it around. "Bloom and Blossom and protect who I love! Rise my pretties, rise high and above!" Rooki shot an orange light at the grass, which made dozens of flowers bloom and grow around Spike and Blink.

"This is only one of my tricks! It's a shield that protects them from almost anything! My main weakness is fire, because while plants are beautiful, they are also sadly very, very flammable"

"Cool." Said Spike before using his bat to aggressivly hit the flowers and the vines aside so he and Blink could leave.

"M-M-My turn I guess!" Rook took hold of the wand and waved it in circles. "Razzle Dazzle Shine and Show, make their body move it low!" Rooko shot a blue light at Spooks, which made unwillingly and uncontrolably start dancing and as the spell said, make her go low.

"O-OH GOD SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP I DONT LIKE HOW MY BUTT IS MOVING THIS MUCH!!" She shouted in desperation as she made a split and moved it even lower.

"M-My deal is with music! I-It works as a way of distraction o-or hypnosis and it lasts for 30 minutes un-le-less I say otherwise! I-I know it's a sucky power!"

"OK COOL CAN I STOP DANCING PLEASE IM GETTING A CRAMP!!!" Yelled Spooks, practically begging. Rooko flicked her wand and Spooks fell on the ground, panting. "OH MY POOR HAMSTRINGS THEY ACHE!!" She yelled in utter pain, meanwhile Maria and Spike were absolutely losing it.

"O-OH GOD MY STOMACH HURTS-" Said Spike in between laughter.

"OK you guys cool it" Said Blink. "It's our turn to practice now. We're the only ones who use regular weapons." She said drawing her sword and positioning her mask back in place.

"O-OK! OK!" Maria said getting up, she pulled out a small staff and whipped it, making it stretch out wide into a full, large red and black scythe, with a rose print on the blade. Spike spun his bat and spat his gum out.

"So. Who's ass Im kicking first?" Said Spike. "Wait on second thought this might be unfair." Said Blink. "Me and Maria had blades while Spike has a bat, maybe we should-"

Before she could finish, Spike swung his bat and hit Blink sword, knocking it out of her hand before kicking her back at the ground. Blink fell back hard before she could even process what happen, dumbfounded but angry, she snarled. "Oh it's on now Motherfucker." She extended her hand and the sword flew back to her hand, as she charged towards Spike, who moved out of the way as soon as Blink swung her sword, which if he hadnt been for Maria's scythe, would have sliced her right up.

"Dude! Chill! This is a pratice!" Maria spoke as both of their blades were against eitch other. Blink hopped and flipped over her and landed on a tree branch, croutching like a ninja. She put her hands together and in a small puff of smoke and disappeared. Spike and Maria were back to back, ready to counterattack Blink, what they didnt expect was for her to attack from underground.

Buring up from the dirt, she got both of them off their feet and charged after Spike, who barely managed to regain his balance before his using bat his block Blink's sword. A back and forth of clash-clings-and-clangs between metal begun, one attacking the other but eitch blocking every attack again and again.

Spike ducked a sword slash and roundhouse kick Blink's leg, which was effective since she's practically a ninja. She backflipped back on her feet and kept attacking swiftly. But a sudden scythe blade cut in between them, stopping the fight.

"That's enough!!!" Maria shouted. "You both are gonna end up hurting yourselves or eitch other! im ending it now!!"

"Oh what the hell dude?!" Blink shouted indignified. "I was about to beat him!!" "Oh please." Answered Spike. "Was that the best you could do? Sakura could do a better job kicking my ass" He scoffed. They began to argue loudly, genuinely angry at eitch other.

"THAT"S ENOUGH!!!!" Maria shouted, making them, and everyone else look at her.

"It doesnt matter would win that fight! This was a practice and not a competition!! The point of us being a team and getting powers in the first place was for all of us to make the world a better place, but the only way that can happen is if all of us work together!! As a team!!!"

They stood in silence, listening to her talk and set them straight.

"As cheesy as that sounds, it's true!! We shouldnt fight eitch other like this, you're not just my friends, we're all friends with eitch other! We all go along well and we know that, that's why I got you all together, because no one can bond better in a team then all of us together!!!"

"... She's right." Togekiss added, walking towards them. "We all started as simple individuals with free time on a website, but we all shared common interests, we grew closer.. And suddenly like that, we all became friends.. A family, if you will."

"We take care of eitch other and look out for one another." Said Spooks.

"Just like how you all did for me.. When I almost died. Almost died because of the shit and violent world we live in." Maria said.. With a slight crack in her voice.

"You're bringing in the same violence that almost killed me.. So please.. Please stop fighting.. We're all in this together.. Right..?"

Spike and Blink dropped their weapons and hugged Maria, and everyone else joined in as well.

"You're right, we're sorry Queen." Said Spike. "We got overwhealmed and we didnt mean it. We wont fight again, because you're right." Added Blink.

"We only have eitch other in this world, and if we want to change it we have to stick together, just like you said." Spike said one more time.

"And we wont let you down.. We promise.." Griff finished, with everyone agreeing with what he said.

And so they stayed for a moment, embraced within eitch other in a group hug. A family isnt perfect, there will be disagreements, but a good bond will always overcome those disagreements, and that's what they had, a good bond.

A bond that's practically unbreakable and untaintable. A bond that will soon be ready, and fight together to make the world a better place.

A bond that will the world's Future Hope..

[queer-as-frikc]

My coming out story is weird, it gets a lil transphobic so tw near the end tw long post too

So, pretty much throughout my time growing up through elementary school and half of middle school, i grew up in a white middle class area. I didnt know about the LGBTQ+ or anything other than what I saw, which was white people and an occasional poc. Eventually I had to move and I ended up in a super diverse area, and ended up becoming best friends with this person (they are ftm now so imma use the right pronouns but they were f when this story mostly takes place) he told me all about things I didnt know, specifically the LGBTQ+ community and that he was pan, and it was new information so just like any 13 year old learning new things, I questioned myself, I questioned if I could like the same sex or not or possibly more.

Sadly, drama happened between my best friend, his girlfriend and I, so thing got a little weird. But there was a time in winter, when he was off that relationship for more than a month and he said he'd like to date me, and I really thought about it before hand and said yeah, I couldnt tell you how happy I was to have this experience.

I told my mom that night, in a round about way cuz I was nervous, "Hey mom, what if I liked girls?" She told me she doesnt think that I do, because I always expressed feelings for guys, and when I tell her I didnt really understand what being gay was when I was younger, I didn't really know it was a possibility. She snapped at me and said, "Unless you are willing to kiss a girl and do the other stuff, you arent gay at all."

Eventually I have a sit down conversation with her, about how confusing this all was and how I wish I knew how I felt, and so on. She said she had a similar questioning phase but it never stuck so she doesnt think I am.

Like a month later I figure it out and dude that was so gratifying. I came out as bi to my mom, who just dismissed the whole thing, but I was terrified to tell my uncle (it's a long story about that, no it's not "sweet home Alabama") because he always said bi's were wh*res so yeah. I ended up telling him, and he goes, "You know my opinion on it but that doesnt mean that I'll disown you or anything." Btw the relationship (dating wise) with my best friend after he came out as ftm because he went back to his ex, it's all cool tho.

So that was that, or so I thought. It was my first year of high school, and I finally really understood the definition of pan, what was holding me back though was the trans experience, I thought because I didnt know what it was like, I couldnt be pan, even though I didnt have a preference, turns out it just means you like people no matter their gender and it like, clicked finally so yeah. I've told my family about that since but I a similar reaction: my mom said she doesnt think I am and she lectured me on my generation having so many labels and how she hated it. My uncle said he appreciated that I was pan more than me being bi which confused me but he just had a better view of pansexual than bisexual. (I explained to both of them what the difference was but idk man)

I believe it was my second year of high school when I really started to question my gender, and that was mostly because I saw a video of what gender dysphoria looks like if it's not that strong and you arent aware for ftm. So like wearing bagging clothes all the time, always wearing sports bras, and practically no other bra, feeling really good if someone accidentally calls you sir, etc. And I was like, oml it's me. But it wasnt, I didnt find that out until later tho. So, with my friend group, I find a name that seems to fit me well and ask them to address me by it and he/him pronouns, as like a test of sorts. (All of my friends are gay in some way so it was cool) In the end tho, I got a little iffy about the whole thing and wouldnt ever correct them at times or it was just off for me. I felt really bad because I thought that they might have thought that I was just trying to force myself to be more like them, but I wasnt, i still felt bad though and kinda dropped it.

I'm not sure 100% how I figured it out tho, but I remember talking to my best friend (not the same one from middle school, they were my best friend as well but they arent the same person) about the whole experience and I believe they brought up the idea of genderfulid, and I was like :0.... what that. They explain it, you go aall over the gender spectrum, some days you might feel like a boy, others you might feel like you have no gender, some days you might feel like your gender is something completely weird and different, that's just what it is. And I was like, "It fits but like, I barely feel femme at any point in time, maybe like once a year." And they tell me, that's ok and stuff as long as my gender just decides to be a completely weird and went all over the place, it counted, so I was like, "I finally figured it out!!!" And i was so happy.

Then came the time I was comfortable enough to tell my parents. I had been using the label genderfuild for over half a year already and I thought that it was what I was so it was ok to tell them. I saw how ok me being gay went, so I was nervous but not as nervous as I should have been, probably. I told my mom first, she went on a similar rant of her no liking my generations labels and such, but it went fine, I explained it, I thought I was through, I thought I was fine, apparently not. One day I'm in the shower and I hear my mom being very expressive with what ever shes talking about to my uncle, which is fine, she needs someone to vent to sometimes. When I get out though, and I can here her clearly, I hear sees complaining about what I told her recently, that I'm genderfulid, but instead of saying that, she only says I want to be a boy. (Oh no) So shes complaining to him, asking why I cant be more like her and just be a masculine girl and be fine, why do I have to fit in with the crowd of my generation to feel special, why cant I just be fine with who I am now? Etc.

The sad thing is, that night, I was going out shopping for pants and underwear with my uncle because I needed some and I wore men's pants already at that point, because they are more durable, and stuff so I knew it was gonna be a long ride. My mom was snippy with me that whole night, just the entire time which sucked.

When we finally left to go get clothes though, I didnt know it could get worse. My uncle lectured me about how that's just my generations fad, and how his was making tattoos and piercings ok in the work place and mine is being trans a gay and all that crap, and that I'm just trying to fit in, I'm not being myself, no matter how much I chop myself up and cut my hair and take hormones my chromosomes will never change and so I can never be an actual guy. He also said that I would bring just more attention to myself being a woman who does guy things rather than try and be one, and he thinks I'm doing this all for attention. I was mad but silent at this point, I didnt want to cause anything to happen. He ended up asking me, "So did you pick a different name?" I was surprised but I said yeah, and my friends were using it and it seemed to fit better. He asked me what it was and fear over took my body. I told him, "I'll only tell you if you dont use it against me if your mad." He says, "i cant promise that." And then gets mad because I wont tell him. Though I do, because I feel obligated since hes buying me clothes. To be even more confusing, he buys me guys underwear, and undershirts along with the predetermined pants he promised me and now I'm so confused.

But it gets even worse. When we get home, my mom freaks out on him because be bought me all that mens stuff and she said he was encouraging my behavior and stuff, he defended with it's just clothes, and yah it is. Eventually things settle down, obviously my mom isnt talking to be, but that's for the best at this point. I'm in the living room with my uncle and he just then starts harassing me with questions like, how do you know? he asks. "Well, I just feel that way, same as you." I say. But why do you wanna be a guy? he asks. "I dont wanna be a guy, it's just weird that way. Also it's not me being a guy, it me being many more than that," I say. He says that's bullsh*t. I offer to show him videos that better explain what trans is and how it's an actual sciencey thing and stuff but he said he wont take a video because he wants me to say it. And then he just goes off, saying the name I picked out shows how self centered I am because I am selfish, he kept asking me if i liked to fight, to catch and play with bugs, to be strong, to be angry all the time, and all these stereotypes for men and I just left, and went to bed. He wasnt going to listen to me, so there wasnt a point to me staying.

But, it gets worse. The morning comes and I'm awoken by the slam of my door by my uncle and the laughter of my mom. My uncle starts being really aggressive and starts cleaning my room, I only have clothes on the floor mostly so that's all it was, but he starts saying, well if you're gonna be a man, imma start training you like one, the man of the house picks up after everyone, the man of the house does everything he can to help the house run smoothly, the man of the house has to be strong, and all that stuff. (Which I thought was funny because he was "the man of the house" yet I did everything, and still do. I clean up most after him, funny huh.) And, I know what's happening and so I stay in bed, I don't want this to happen. But I literally get ripped out of my bed by my uncle and get told to stop being a little b*tch and a brat because I'm being selfish by my mom and I'm yelled at to sit in the living room and wait while my uncle cleans my room. When hes done hes starts lecturing me and being all aggressive and in my face. He keeps asking me a million questions with the tone that he didnt care so I knew he wouldn't listen. Eventually, him and my mom leave, I'm told to stay there until I get back. When they do get back, they act like everything is fine, nothing happened between them and I and it's just been so hard for me to talk to them about that since.

I'm greatful that I dont have to deal with that anymore but every time something that that is brought up with my family, I panic so much now. I'm fine and I'm safe but it was very traumatic for me. And uh, thanks for listening.

hey, thank you so much for sharing your story. this was just. so heartbreaking. noone deserves to have a person like your uncle in their life. im so sorry you had to go through all of that. i hope you’re in a much better place now <3 (also i loveeddd reading about how you figured it out) =)

again, tysm <3

[kaemulti]

(this is for the like five people who liked my post about me writing this 😤✊🏾and i have an AO3 account but i don’t want my kpop fan life and my non kpop fan life to clash right now so hopefully i can post the chapters for this fic here. i hope i’m doing this right, i literally got tumblr like a month or two ago so pls be nice 💀💀)

DEADLY DANCE:

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Story Summary: Korra Kuruk is an eighteen year old agent of The Air Temple Agency that has been tasked with bringing a rival company’s top teen agent to justice for her crimes. Korra, code name Water Tribe, must figure out what the true identity of the elusive Metal Bender is and what heinous acts her villainous agency is currently planning. How will Korra handle finding out her target is the one person she least expected and what will she do when that same person needs saving?

Deadly Dance : Chapter One : Little Miss Perfect

Kuvira shut her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath through her nose until it filled every inch of her lungs. She slowly let it out once she couldn’t take in any more oxygen and opened her eyes with new determination, deep breath centering her thoughts and calming any nerves that might be lingering. She could feel the whole room’s eyes on her, whole class practically on the edge of their seats as they watched her prepare for the final part of the combination. Kuvira smirked, an evil, sly smirk that would have easily given away her true personality if any of her peers were actually that observant. Fortunately, they were all far to enthralled with her movement, eyes widening as she extended her arms and raised her head. A beat, and she was off, turning and waltzing like she was floating through the air as the music rose in volume. She could feel the sweat running down the sides if her face, causing her skin to itch, but she couldn’t care less, she was electric right now, practically on fire as she completed all the steps without a hitch. Her face never broke from the innocent and vulnerable look of the character she was playing. Her limbs were long and free, passion practically seeping from every pore as the combination came to a close. She ended the fouetté sequence flawlessly, face refusing to show how increasingly uncomfortable her pointe shoes became pain an afterthought to the captivating performance she was seconds away from nailing. With one last turn, she took her ending position, chest slowly rising and falling as the music faded away to silence.

“Absolutely fantastic as always, Kuvira! Everyone please give her a round of applause.” The teacher said enthusiastically, smile wide as she praised her best student.

Kuvira smiled softly as she bowed for the applause from the class. The praise was cut short as the third period bell had rang, meaning they had spent their five minute time period for changing back into their normal clothes watching Kuvira complete the combination.

“Oh, spirits! That’s the bell, sorry I kept you everyone! Hurry and change, those of you headed to lunch should be fine but I’ll write slips for anyone who is going to a class period! Hurry, hurry! Great work today!” The teacher said as her students scrambled around the room.

Kuvira quickly dropped to the floor, hastily taking off her pointe shoes and shoving them into her dance bag. She jogged to the dressing room and begun to change, ripping off her constricting tights and deciding to exchange her bra for her leotard to save time. She finished pulling her skirt on and adjusted her turtle neck, haphazardly slipping on her sneakers as she rushed out of the door.

Luckily for her, the lunch room was only a couple doors down, unluckily for her however, she didn’t pack a lunch and waiting in the line is known to take half of their lunch period. She pushed passed some students in the hallway, raising the tone of her voice to give half hearted apologies as she did so, not that they knew that of course. When she finally made it to the lunch room she scanned the area for the table with her friends, smiling once she caught sight of them.

Being at this school was her least favorite thing ever so the fact she had actually found a couple people that cared enough to talk to her had been a blessing.

“Nice job today, Kuvira!”

“You totally owned that combo! I wish I could dance like that!”

“You should be proud of yourself.”

The praises weren’t new to her so Kuvira simply offered a smile and a couple thank you’s as she reached the table.

“Well if it isn’t the swan princess herself.” Wing teased as she sat down.

“Haha, very funny, Wing. I told you not to call me that when we’re not in practice, especially because we aren’t even doing that ballet this year.” Kuvira said light heartedly as she pulled out her makeup compact.

“My apologies, Great Uniter.” He said with a bow and smirk. The Avatar ballet had been widely requested by everyone in the dance department and Kuvira was beyond happy when she got picked to play the avatar’s ultimate rival, The Great Uniter.

“How was class?” Baatar asked shyly, barely making eye contact with her as he did so.

“It was fine, my feet are killing me but ballet is my second favorite dance class so I don’t mind.” She replied sweetly as she put on her eyeliner.

“I’ll never understand how you can do that so flawlessly, are you just perfect or something?” Wei asked as he practically inhaled one of his spring rolls.

“I wouldn’t say “perfect”, just skilled.” She lied, adding a sharp tail to the liner. She was playing a character right now and, sadly, acting cocky wasn’t in the script.

“I just don’t get how she got here so fast!” Korra panted, placing her backpack on the floor as she slumped on the table. She had gotten lost in the sea of people all trying to get to lunch on time from dance and had to race to avoid the hall monitor.

“Maybe you’re slower than you thought.” Mako joked, offering her part of his sandwich like he always does. He loved Korra to death but that girl was so frantic she basically forgot her lunch three times a week.

“Must you bully me after I almost got trampled in the hallway, again?! I’m hurting.” She pouted, taking her half of the sandwich from him and eating most of it in one go.

“Maybe if you actually started telling Mrs. Xiao when you have five minutes left of class you’d be here on time.” Asami smirked, not even looking up from her chemistry homework to tease the panting girl.

“I would have but she was too busy watching Kuvira prance around the room.” Korra said with her mouth full, rolling her eyes as she thought of the older dancer flawlessly completing that day’s combination.

“I’ll never understand why she gets under your skin so bad, Kor, she’s literally an angel. Honestly, I don’t even think she’d hurt a fly if she had the chance. Besides, you guys are rivals in the ballet, not real life.” Bolin said, blowing on his noodles to cool them down before sucking them up violently.

“And I don’t see why you don’t, just look at her! Being the center of attention every chance she gets.” Korra pouted, gesturing to the girl doing her makeup in her small hand held mirror a couple tables down.

“Are you gonna leave your hair like that the whole day?” Huan asked Kuvira, face contouring to a grimace.

“Shoot, (spirits, she wishes she could’ve cursed) I didnt even notice, thanks, Huan.” She said, placing the compact down so she could dig through her bag for a brush. She always forgot to take her hair out of her ballet bun and Huan, being the guy who was absolutely incapable of staying out of other people’s fashion choices, never let her forget. Kuvira still remembers how she had to force a smile and act like she didn’t want to bust his jaw that one time he said she looked like a snob when her hair was up.

He was right of course, but it still annoyed her.

Kuvira pulled out the brush she was looking for and set it on the table as she started removing the bobby pins from her hair. She smiled a bit to herself as she got the last one out, her favorite part was next, letting her hair down as she felt everyone watch.

She let the bun unravel as she gracefully shook her head, long, dark waves cascading down her back, almost reaching her butt. Honestly, she needed a trim, she’d have to remind Unalaq to make time in her schedule to get one.

Kuvira picked up the brush and ran it through her hair just enough to make it look neat but not enough to brush out the waves. She could feel several eyes on her, both male and female, as she did so. Kuvira wasn’t oblivious, despite how she acted as her character, she knew she was way above average in looks and she liked the eyes on her, craved them even. She opened her eyes and smiled as she caught Baatar looking at her.

Kuvira liked catching him watching her the most because she knew he’d never have a chance with her, no matter how much he wanted one.

“Looks like the line is shorter now, I’m gonna go grab lunch.” She said sweetly, quickly whipping her head around to eye how many people were still waiting in the line. She was fast enough to identify ten sets, five more than last time, of eyes on her before they frantically looked away as she searched for eye contact. She stood up and flipped her hair, strutting to the lunch line with an innocent smile.

“Ok, but it’s not her fault she’s gorgeous, Korra, that’s hardly a reason to hate her.” Bolin said, back at their table, pulling Korra out of her daze as she watched the older girl strut to the lunch line.

“I never said I hated her, she just...bugs me...” Korra replied, crossing her arms with a huff. Ever since the first day Kuvira had transferred to their school something about her seemed too good to be true, leaving a nasty taste in Korra’s mouth when interacting with the older girl.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on her, Kor.” Asami said, finally looking up from her, now finished, homework to quirk her brow at the pouty girl.

“Wha-no. No! I do not have a crush on little miss perfect, sprits!” Korra said, annoyance clear in her voice as she furrowed her brow at her friend’s accusatory tone.

“Whatever you say, you should really just ask her to the formal in two months.” Mako said before he drank from his water bottle.

“I will not! I don’t even like her like that. Tui and La you guys are impossible!” Korra said, standing up from her seat and heading to the lunch line—because she was hungry! Not so she could stand next to Kuvira, she had more dignity than that thank you very much.

“Hey, Kuvira! How are you today?” Ms. Li, one of the lunch ladies said sweetly.

“I am great, Yuyan, thank you for asking. How about yourself?” Kuvira replied politely. That was one thing Unalaq could never shake from her, her manners for people less fortunate than she was. She had spent a lot of time talking to the school staff when she first got this assignment, she would tell her bosses it’s so she could find her target quicker but that was all a lie. To most, she might be considered to be on the wrong side of history, even if she thought that was nonsense, but that didn’t mean she was soulless. She only wanted the best for these people, why would she be cold if she didn’t have to be?

“Well, I could be better, these kids really don’t know how to say a simple please and thank you. It, um, it gets to you sometimes, you know? But, hey, I guess it could always be worse. Thank you so much for ask—Oh! That reminds me, me and a couple of the other lunch ladies made this for you, since you are such a big help around here.” Ms. Li said, reaching behind her to grab a small chocolate cupcake before handing it to Kuvira.

“Thank you so much, it looks delicious.” Kuvira said, accepting the sweet treat and placing it on her tray with the rest of her food.

“Of course! Anything for our favorite student. Congratulations on getting the part of The Great Uniter by the way, we look forward to seeing you shine!” Ms. Li smiled.

Kuvira smiled brightly as she punched in her lunch number, swiping her school card quickly. She appreciated the praise and she new she deserved it, but too much of it could make her uncomfortable. She said one more thank you to Ms. Li and headed back to her table.

As she was walking however, she almost ran right into someone who was clearly not watching where they were going. If she had been anyone else, her tray would’ve went flying, along with the items on it, and there’d be a huge mess, luckily she wasn’t anyone else. She was Kuvira, member of the Metal clan, the most highly trained spy organization in the world, and she’d be damned if she let her special cupcake get squashed. She easily spun around the person, gracefully hoping one of the railings to catch her airborne tray, every single item she had purchased returning to their places. Well, all except her juice box, which was still airborne, about to land on the ground behind her. She whipped her head back around and made a move to catch it but instead saw her onstage rival, The Avatar, played by Korra Kuruk, hopping the same railing to catch the juice box before it hit the ground, her own lunch items fully intact on her own tray despite the vigorous movement.

“I am so sorry about that! Here, wouldn’t want you to lose this.” Korra said apologetically as she held out the juice box to a wide eyed Kuvira.

As soon as they made eye contact Korra seemed to have picked up on what had actually happened, her own eyes going wide as Kuvira snatched the juice box from her hands.

Before either of them could say anything, the pieces finally falling into place and their initial shock quickly flipping to furry, the fire alarm went off, blaring loudly in everyone’s ears and causing several people, excluding Korra and Kuvira of course, to flinch in their seats. They had been trained better than to get startled by a sudden noise.

“Ok, ok, everyone please grab your phones, and I mean only your phones, and exit the building!” One of the lunch monitors said, ushering kids out of the back entrance so they could head to the field.

Both girls glared at each other, breath heavy in a rage as they did so, before going their separate ways to their respective tables. Kuvira grabbed her phone and followed Baatar out of the lunch room, not bothering to look back at Korra. Nobody at her table asked questions, not having been paying attention to Kuvira when she left the table.

Korra however, returned to a table full of wide eyes and slacked jaws, her friends having watched the whole ordeal after Korra bailed at the mention of a crush.

“That was some ninja shit, Korra! Wh- How- When! When did you even learn how to do that?!” Wu asked, most likely coming off of his hall monitor shift to eat lunch with them moments before the alarm sounded.

“Movies. Come on, we need to get outside.” She said, anger clouding her eyes and lowering her voice. Nobody asked any more questions and, even if they wanted to, Korra was already walking away, one foot out of the door

One thing’s for sure, Korra now had more reason than ever to hate Kuvira.

Kuvira was undoubtably the Metal Clan Protegé that Korra was tasked with arresting for crimes against the environment and the less fortunate.

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trans harry + drarry au:

☆ harry being deadnamed would literally be the worst pain to ever exist to him but draco would always be there to bitch slap the person who dare speak such a name

☆ harry having to go to madam pomfrey to get testosterone potions

☆ madam pomfrey rolling her eyes at him one day when hes late "mister malfoys mouth is not filled with testosterone, potter"

☆ harry secretly binding during quidditch even though he literally can NOT breathe

☆ hermione looking ready to hex him when she finds out

☆ " 'mione!! i swear im taking it off after!!" "that doesnt matter harry!! its dangerous!! either wear a sports bra or dont play!!"

☆ harry reluctantly wearing a sports bra after his confrontation with hermione

☆ ron finding out when harry unbuttoned his shirt to reveal tattered bras way too small for harry layered onto his chest

☆ ron immediately accepting harry "you've always been more a man than ill ever be, mate"

☆ draco finding out a month after they're dating

☆ he found harrys binder monster (as he affectionately called it) "love, why didnt you tell me sooner? that's it, im getting you a new one. a real one"

☆ draco immediately SPOILING harry. new binders, button-ups, and boxers

☆ "draco you cant just buy me a binder every time i get a stain on one, it's way too much-" "oh hush, what else am i spending my money on?"

☆ snape being the greasy thot he is and purposefully using female pronouns and deadnaming harry in class and in the corridors

☆ which causes ron to start H.P.P.S.; harry potter protection squad

☆ neville, luna, ginny, hermione, pansy, blaise, and ron being proud members of H.P.P.S.

☆ they even got pins just to confuse the hell out of harry

☆ harry not going to class on dysphoric days

☆ mcgonagall understanding when he misses class and allowing hermione to do his homework and take his notes

☆ harry once got told he played quidditch "like a girl" which tore him apart...until ginny stole the beaters bat and hit the quaffle to let it hit them dead in the face

☆ harry finally getting fed up with not knowing what H.P.P.S. was so he pulled them all to the room of requirements and made them fess up

☆ harry just burst into a fit of giggles and thanked them before giggling again

☆ harry let his protection squad stay intact as long as he got a crown with group initials

☆ yes, harry got his crown

☆ harry coming to potions class as an ultimate grump one day

☆ "miss potter you're late-" "yeah and you're transphobic, dont talk to me snivilly"

☆ he didnt even get detention, snape was too taken aback to remember to give it to him

☆ harry forgetting to take off his binder before he slept and waking up so sore he couldnt take it off

☆ "er- 'mione??" "yes harry?" "can you help me take my um, my binder off?"

☆ hermione giving him a twenty minute lecture and fussing at him for sleeping in a binder. she also gave him one of her bras "YOU ARE NOT WEARING IT TODAY, DONT ARGUE HARRY"

☆ harry dragging himself around the castle until draco stops him on the way to dinner. harry just slumps against his chest and sobs "m couldn wear m binder today, 'mione wouldn let me, m slep in it" he had sadly mumbled against dracos chest. draco just squeezed him tight and drummed his fingers against his back "how would you feel about top surgery?"

☆ long story short, draco wanted to pay to get harrys top surgery done by the top wizarding surgeons in the world "it wont even leave a scar, recovery will only take a week"

☆ in conclusion that was harry's favourite christmas present in his fifth year

☆ "GUESS WHOS FLAT, FLAT BEGINS, I AM FLAT, TELL A FRIEND" was all harry sang for a month, and only the muggle borns understood him that month

☆ draco catching harry sobbing in the bathroom one day "thank you- merlin thank you dray, im finally flat, thank you so much"

☆ and harry finally feels so good

☆ until snape finds out. yeah, that's right the slimey bitch ruins harrys pride

☆ "harriet, please stop touching your chest. we know you altered your body because you fail to be a real man, but you're getting a bit egotistical." AND DRACO HAS NEVER BEEN MORE LIVID

☆ he punched snape. but not before delivering the most powerful speech that hogwarts has ever heard, "how dare you. how DARE you. HOW DARE YOU. you are supposed to be a teacher. a role model. someone that students believe in. and yet you have to audacity to call harry by his dead name, misgender him on multiple occasions, and proceed to humiliate him after he has been living the happiest life he has ever lived and you saw that and RUINED IT. you, severus, are a monster. you have no idea the hell that harry has been through for being born in the wrong body. so let me give you one. 41% of transgender individuals attempt suicide at least once in their life times. that is almost half! OH and get this one! 51% of transgender males are part of that. that is MORE than half. for all you know, harry could be part of that percentage. because of people like YOU. insecure, idiotic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, morons. harry had to fight his family for his will to live and you're the only person left in his life that is trying to take that away from him now. you think that just because hes a little different and just because he wasnt born with a completely flat chest or a bulge in his pants that he isnt a man? because if that's all a man is to you then you are full of shit, severus. because harry is more of a man than youll ever be. my father will damn well hear about this. and you will be fired. because you are a greasy, transphobic, nobody. now excuse me, as i escort the entire class out of your useless lesson. nobody will ever need to know how to enhance the effects of amortentia anyway"

☆ yeah snape was fired. and no one dared to mess with harry again

☆ draco declaring one day that one half of the slytherin table was now dedicated to the H.P.P.S.

☆ theodore, astoria, crabbe, goyle, seamus, and dean joined the H.P.P.S not too long after this, missing their friends and finding it funny that draco had now become vice president with ron

☆ harry now spending his summers between the burrow, the granger's, and malfoy manner

☆ basically, ron, draco, and hermione had a contract (yes, hermione wrote it) that was a custody plan with harry. they even got mcgonagall to sign on it

☆ "you are not living in a household that calls you such horrid things" "they just call me a gir-" "AND YOU ARE NOT. HORRID"

☆ honestly any of the three could have had that conversation with harry

☆ harry felt safe at all times now

☆ "dray? mione? ron? thank you"

[katsukikitten]

Meal for one

You groan silently as you slide agaisnt the kitchen counter. The microwaves hum the only sound. Your body screams as you reach for your water and you snarl at the audacity of the bottle to be placed so far away.

Training was getting harder and longer. Especially now that your third year was quickly approaching. Lucky enough to still be with your friends, well more your family now, that was class 1A. You had been late to dinner tonight, well more like every night since your second year ended, you were studying and working your ass off in training to try to keep up with your amazing peers.

One more so than the others. Not that he would notice.

At least not anymore.

You are so lost in thought that it takes you several seconds to realize that the microwave is counting down from five.

You try to catch the microwave just before it ding but sadly the sound seems to echo in the overly sized kitchen as you growl to it to shut the fuck up.

When you remove your meal with unsated anticipation, eager to eat as you haven't had the chance all day. Your stomach growls audibly as you set the burning hot container on the counter.

You pull back the flimsy film all for your mood to sour.

Your little meal for one was cooked far too long, it needed only three minutes but you hit eight by mistake in your haste. And it didnt help that the display on the appliance only half worked.

You stared at the sorry shrivelled up pieces of chicken in the now mushy brocolli and fought back your frustrated, exhausted, borderline giving up on this whole hero thing tears.

All you wanted to do was eat your pathetic meal and get some rest before the new semester started tomorrow.

Was that too much to fucking ask?

The universe seemed to think so.

"Oi." His voice calls behind you and you stiffen.

The voice of the boy, well now becoming man, that you've been avoiding since that accidental and very drunken kiss at the beginning of the summer at that party that Mina just had to fucking have.

"Why are you making so much damn noise? I can hear you all the way in the living room." He growls and you sigh.

The two of you could have been called friends.

ONCE.

But no longer.

Suddenly you're brought back to the party.  The loud music of the memory competes with the heart beat in your head as you see his perfect face.

The room spins, you giggle placing your lips so quickly onto his after confessing.

"I've always wanted to fuck you Katsuki-kun. But not that one and done shit either."

He stiffens beneath your lips, pushing you harshly and you stare at his face.

Contorted in horror and rage.

You really fucked it all up.

You tongue your cheek damning your brain for being such a glutton for punishment.

"Yea yea I know this fucking extra does it all wrong all the time." You bite trying hard to control your voice. You slam your meal into the trash as deep red eyes follow your movements.

"You cooked it to trash it? You idiot." He spits and you grip the counter top to keep yourself from encircling your hands on his throat.

"Yea, that's how I eat now. Burn it to fuck all and then have sleep for dinner." A bitter laugh escapes your lips before your voice betrays you.

You clear your throat, keeping your head down while burning tears spill onto your cheeks as you start to make your way past the muscular hot head. Youd sell a part of your soul to have Toru's quirk right about now.

Sadly you do not and Bakugou grips so tightly onto the crook of your arm you'd think he was apprehending a criminal.

You make the mistake of giving him a harsh glare out of instinct, eyes still rimmed with defeated tears. You watch as his eyes narrow to slits.

As if he could see into that fucked up head of yours.

He pulls you back harshly and slams you against the counter top. The handles to the lower cabinets bite into your ass and you half yelp before gripping onto his arm tightly.

"Bakugou." You growl so lowly you feel him tense, "I'm not in the mood."

"Nether am I." He stares into your soul for a moment more before he lifts you light as a feather onto the countertop, he forces your legs open so his body can fit arms trapping you on either side.

So close that the sides of his thumbs dig into your thick thighs and hips.

He looks you over in your next to nothing training outfit of a sports bra and too tight too short shorts.  He takes silent note of your skin tone and how it is lackluster when normally you glow after a work out. His eyes find the deep bags beneath your own next before he sucks his teeth at how far you've let your body down.

Pushing it to exhaustion and not even fueling it properly.  He butts his forehead to yours angrily and with enough gusto that a bruise begins to form on both yours and his third eye chakra.

"Ow what the fuck?!" You rub at it harshly.

"Dont. Fucking. Move." He says as he backs away, eyes glued to you before he turns his back to rummage in the fridge.

He makes quick work of starting some sort of PROPER meal for you as you sit by the stove top, for once obeying his command.

Though you'd do anything to take back that kiss and have your normal rapport of teasing back. Your blush is delayed as you realize how close he made himself to you, at how close his lips were and you feel the ghost of his thumbs in your hips.

You swallow your desire as his horrified face flashes in your mind. You distract yourself easily as you watch him saute the chicken perfectly slowly adding the vegetables before adding the bean sprouts last. He opens the cabinet to grab a fresh plate only to be greeted by an empty shelf.

"Fucking really?" He hisses staring at the overwhelming pile of dishes in the sink. You begin to ease yourself down from the counter to wash a plate.

It's the least you can do considering he made you a whole damn meal at 1130 at night. Sacrificing his favorite movie for your shitty sake.

Your movement alerts him and he whips his head faster than you've ever seen him before.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking move?" His expression matches his tone, dark. You hoist yourself back onto the counter  before placing your hands up in surrender.

He grumbles as he cleans and dries your dish and utensils before finally plating the dish with such meticulous detail that it should be served in a restaurant instead of to you. You sigh reaching for the fork and reluctantly take a bite.

You moan from the delicious melding of flavor before your scarf the whole meal down.

You're so absorbed in your meal that you almost forget about Bakugou even as he moves around the kitchen to clean his mess. You dance as you eat, taking bite after mouth watering bite. You pout audibly when your fork scrapes agaisnt an empty dish.

"Heh." The sound pulls you from your bliss and you're met with a staring Bakugou. Suddenly you are hyperaware of the whole situation.

Katsuki didn't cook for anybody and you couldn't remember the last time he had cooked for just you. You shrug it off as you think of something clever.

"So what do I owe you for the meal?" You tease leaning closer to him as he watches you.

"A kiss." He retorts with a cruel smile as you look away.

Cheeks burning with rage and embarrassment.

"I..." You swallow your pride, "I'm sorry okay Bakugou?"

"What?" He snaps.

"I said I was sorry Bakugou don't play deaf."

"Not that." A hiss, "What is my name?"

"Bakugou." You say slowly as if he were dumb to which his eyes narrow.

"Try again, Y/N"

You glare, dumbfounded, you hadn't spoken to him majority of the summer. Hell youd barely been in the same room as him and so suddenly he wants you to say his name?

"Katsuki." You offer dryly after his stare does not let up. He gives you a look as if expecting more. You snarl before biting out.

"Katsuki-kun."

"That's not how you normally say it but I guess I can still reward you." He produces your favorite chocolate, the kind that's hard to find and your eyes widen.

"Ah so I did remember right." He teases as you reach for it. He pushes agaisnt your stomach until you stop leaning on him to get that damn sweet treat.

"Please Katsuki-kun?" You allow that old softness into your voice that you only reserved for him. He stops for a moment, making good work at hiding the heat creeping on his cheeks as a mean smile sets on his kissable lips. He positions himself back between your legs, your knees rest slightly onto his hips.

"Open wide." He says placing a single square onto your outstretched tongue. When you moan from the melting chocolate and close your eyes he bites his lip.

He had almost forgotten all about the sparkle in your eyes, the way your voice said his name like a prayer and the sounds that you made.

He swallows thickly as you hold out your tongue for more.

He pushes thoughts of you like that on your knees away. Biting the inside of his lip and damning you for kissing him that day.

For opening the flood gates on what he was so desperately fighting against.

"This time close your eyes and keep your mouth shut."

"Why?"

"Just do it." You obey and wait eagerly for more chocolate. You do not feel him shift beneath you and you grow impatient and a little self conscious as you worry he is staring at you despite only a few seconds ticking by.

Suddenly you feel warmth on your lips as his have captured yours and you cannot help but moan against him as his hands squeeze onto your thighs. He nips at your bottom lip for entrance to which you oblige. His hands work up and down your frame before one finds the hair at the nape of your neck, fisting it to deepen the kiss.  Your hands fly for his shirt, desperately moving beneath it to do what you've always dreamt of doing.  Running them along his chiseled chest.

You kiss for awhile, long enough that by the time he is done you're both panting, adoring swollen lips.  You flush.

"Ba.." He gives you a look and you clear your throat, "Katsuki-kun what was that for?"

"For dinner dumbass." He says kissing you a final time before leaving you in the kitchen by yourself.

Your fingers fly to your lips and you think about how he tastes much sweeter than any chocolate you've ever fucking had.

[karihigada]

assassin AU

*me talking to my friend*

Shizaya Redesign!

and !!!! that shizaya redesign! ACTUALLY! look here: initial AU prompt

assassin!shizuo taking care of brat!izaya ! :D

let me tell you in detail

assassin!shizuo send to kill this upstart tech wizz kid izaya who founded his own company and got really succesful and now his adult business partners want to get rid of him. and shizuo does mean to kill him but instead shizuo ends up running away with him through a series of circumstances which make it seem like shizuo betrayed the people who hired him so he ends up fleeing with izaya cause they are now both hunted by other assassins

and izaya totally hates being wih shizuo at first. and shizuo wonders why he bothers with this brat but izayas skills (hacking and tech wiz stuff) prove to be invaliable so its an unlikely partnership based on nessessity. at first. but after killing so much for a living, shizuo thinks for once protecting somehing is nice

okay sorry i wish i could give you more for assassin shizuo taking care of a little shit and slowly coming to enjoy it but i actually never came up with more or concrete scenes

or you know maybe, imagine this. they are staying at some hotel and shizuo was out shopping and comes back and finds izaya lying on his stomach on the bed, playing videogames or you know actually, he lies on his back, his head hanging upside down the edge, and he plays like that and shizuo comes back to such a /childish/ scene that he cant even comment. izaya gives him a welcome back without looking at him and when shizuo walks past him and the tv in order to get to the kitchen he just gets an Hey (for being in izayas field of view haha) izaya then asks if shizuo got the stuff and shizuo just sighs and throws a bag of cheese chips at him which izaya gleefully tears open and starts munching

izaya in this is such a hypocritical contradiction of health cause he will happily stuff himself with all kinds of snacks but draws the line at junk food and instead demands his proper meals are healthy

so shizuo goes to cook dinner while izaya keeps stuffing his face and shizuo tells him to stop or he wont have an apetite later but jokes on him izaya still wolfs down the dinner shizuo makes (and says its delicious) cause izaya is a growing boy.

what the fuck this is way too wholesome with shizuo taking care of like 16 year old genius izaya, there is no way i can put fucking into this later with shizuo way too much of a guardian hahahaha

well i guess not every AU needs them to get together. instead shizuo becomes his bodyguard (izaya later also pays handsomly once the whole plot with the betrayal and framing and other assassins and corporate takeover is over) and they become good friends.

and maybe a few years later when izaya is older (between 18 and 20) and laments (like full on imagine him lying on a bed or couch with his hand dramatically raised to his forehead like hes about to faint like a victorian virgin and just overdramatically ranting. he is such a drama queen bottom bitch) that he could never find an interesing partner cause people are only interested in his looks and money and that shizuo is the only one who sees him for who he is and unaffraid to tell izaya off

so at first izaya jokingly comes onto shizuo or like fullon suggests they should try hooking up (i imagine shizuo is like, mh, 29 when he meets izaya? has been an assassin for a while. so he is like 13 years older.) and shizuo is just like What The Fuck Brat and says if izaya really wants to get laid that bad he could just pay anyone he wants.

izaya says he doesnt trust anyone, "remember that time my businesspartners send an assasin after me?! that was scary!" he says in mock fright. shizuo just grunts.

izaya then drapes himself around shizuos neck, shizuo going stiff, and whispers in his ear "common shizu-chan, its just sex"

shiziuo untangles izayas arms from his shoulders and gets up, leaving. not cause he is afraid he will give in but cause he is afraid izaya will push this too far and then get pissy when shizuo keeps refusing him and it will destroy the trust and friendship they build up. cause shizuo does enjoy this life at izayas side way more than his previous occupation

more from before the timeskip: imagine shizuo carrying izaya under one arm to get away in dangerous situation and the first time it happens izaya hates it, the second time he is completely nonchallant about it and types on his phone while shizuo is carrying him also since izaya is tech wiz hacker he gets them like access to security footage so that shizuo can sneak up on their pursuers

also, i imagine it a bit like Dishonoured videogame? like its a stealth assassin game and the plot is neat but anyway for every 'major' assassin mission for the plot you have the option of just killing the target or finding a noneleathal way of getting rid of them

some of these may include selling them into slavery but hey, at leas theyre alive xD yay morality.

anyway. imagine like this situation shizuo finds himself in, protecting a kid and multiple other strong assassins on his tail. he COULD, and would normally just kill all persuers to ger rid of them but with izayas tech wiz skills (cause iazya doesnt want to kill people) they find other ways to take them down.

like maybe one gets held up in the airport and then arrested and izaya conveniently reveals their identity as a hitman so the police just made a goldcatch. or another gets into a traffic accident and will be out of commission in a hospital for a while first (while izaya reveals their identity to the police...

okay the only way to take down hitmen with technology is to have them caught by the police but still xD nonleathal means xD

and shizuo is really impressed by izayas abilities (and izaya also gets them fake IDs and passports and creditcards and makes reservations in hotels under fake names so he keeps them afloat while they are on the run while shizuo protects them from physical danger. which is also nessesary since some hitmen do catch up with them and shizuo has to take them down. some with lethal force sadly since it was a dangerous situation and it shakes izaya up pretty bad and izaya flinches away from shizuo before he gets  a hold of hismelf again and and tries to laugh it off and say that he is okay but shizuo can see the strain in his eyes and how tense he is. maybe thats towards the begining and thats when shizuo decides that they should try to work out other means of taking down their pursuers

also imagine shizuo teaching izaya his knive skils :3

okay moving to post time skip. like izaya keeps making moves maybe and shizo puts up with it for a while but it gets to a boiling point where shizuo looses his temper and yells at izaya to cut it out (he normally never yelled at izaya) and izaya actually gets scared cause he didnt want to chase shizuo away.

like. izaya had a weird sort of imprinting on shizuo. he does like him as a friend and mentor and guardian but some part of him is scared shizuo will leave? so he tried being more to shizu than just some kid he once protected

so maybe if they talk about it openly they can resolve this and izaya doesnt have to fear shizuo leaving. and shizuo says that izaya can look for a partner his age and shizuo wont get jealous and will instead protect them too and maybe a kid. but izaya also says he meant it serious that noone he meets could ever look past the money he has (and also people are boring). "but shizuchan. shizuchan was never boring. he understands me."

so they do spend their life together in a fullfilling mutually supportive realtionship but it does stay platonic and both are satisfied with that :)

or maybe like 5 more years later when izaya is finally no longer a kid (mentally. that brat) and still says he wants to sleep with shizuo at least once but that it wouldnt change anything between them that they do end up fracking and start a sorta weird mix of platonic and sexual relationship that maybe evolves into romantic so all in all good end (other than that they are totally codependant haha)

or, alternate not good ending: 19 year old izaya pressures shizuo into sleeping with him and shizuo feels horrible about it but satisfies him sexually to appease his temper in order to keep his peaceful life

...

okay more domestic assassin shizaya things: izaya in in charge of their money, ne? and they need to lay low , ne? izaya orders them new clothes online. and shizuo has to wear what izaya buys xD cue them dressing like in the pic above with iazya in the pinks shades and shizuo in the suit. cause that brat wouldnt know subtle if it bit him in the ass

im trying to come up with more scenarios. but i explicitly said izaya DOESNT order copius amounts of take out food. unless its healthy take out food. expensive healthy take out food.

also. imagine. later in life. shizuo teaching izaya some light hand to hand combat self defense. them together standing barefoot on gym mats and izaya is sweating and panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead, his hair sticking in all directions cause he tried attacking and taking down shizuo for the dozends time and shizuo is totally collected and unaffected, blocking and sending izaya to the mat with ease. and izaya gets this really competitive streak. wants to /take him down/.

it actually becomes a sorta game, for a long time. izaya trying to catch shizuo unaware. he only once succeeded, a long while later, after they resolved their problems and fears and live a fullfilling life togehter and shizuo is completely relaxed and at peace and happy.

[dramallamadingdang]

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More non-sims replies. Sorry. :) The good news is that I am playing *gasp* TS2 as I “speak.” :) I have to get my butt to bed once I post this, but maybe I’ll have something sim-related later on. :)

Anyway, these are for @princesspiratecat, @dunne-ias, @snarkysims​, @katatty-main​ and @pensblr​...

princesspiratecat replied to your post “princesspiratecat replied to your post “OMG, I’M GLAD THAT’S OVER!” ...”

I think the question was valid. My grandfather had 8 kids but really disliked kids in general. I question that logic- there are too many people on this earth already and those that don't like kids, just shouldn't have them, period. I grew up in foster care so I've seen the consequences of shitty parenting, and I don't think that people should be forced into it because society says so. I'm sorry that you were, luckily you made the best of it.

I'm currently 8 months pregnant, and I find the idea of anyone being pressured to have kids absolutely horrible! Children, or lack thereof, should be a choice, always and forever.

It was a valid question, absolutely! I wouldn't say that I was "forced" into having kids -- it was still my choice -- but OTOH I was subjected to focused manipulation and, frankly, brainwashing techniques, so it's not like I made a clear-headed and informed choice. I caved to pressure (and it was the last time I ever did so). So did my husband. We were not blameless, but the circumstances were also not normal. 

Having kids is about the most life-changing thing that one can do. Within a committed relationship, having a kid absolutely must be a choice that both prospective parents agree on and are equally committed to and enthusiastic about. And they must maintain that commitment and enthusiasm for approximately 18-25 years per kid. That's the only way it works in modern society, and it’s a tall order

pensblr replied to your post “I was going to do this with “in-line” replies, but it just got...”

By the way, unsolicited religious opinion colleague guy is shocking-not-shocking... SINGLE, but wonders why he can't find a "good woman". Though corporate environments often seem to harbor expectations of marriage, the 2+ kids and pets, weekend soccer games, etc. It's the old 'the more you fit the norm, the more stable you appear to be in life' crock of bs.

Oh, an incel, to boot! Glorious! But yeah, corporate culture is a thing. We all live in little micro-cultures that have expectations, and the urge to conform seems to be built into our species. There’s probably good reasons for it, from a survival/evolutionary perspective, but it is danged annoying sometimes!

dunne-ias replied to your post “princesspiratecat replied to your post “OMG, I’M GLAD THAT’S OVER!” ...”

geez what a question!

No, I think it was a good question, and this sort of thing needs to be talked about so that women who don’t want kids won’t be shamed or manipulated into having them, by religious “authorities” or even just by social pressures. Especially once they have a committed partner. It’s easy for single women to hold their ground, but once you add pressure (even well-meaning pressure) from someone you love and their family as well as your own, then it becomes less-easy. And if a woman feels that there’s something wrong with her and that no other women feel the way she does, then she’s more vulnerable to manipulation, too.

It’s also a good question because it’s true that it doesn’t make sense to have kids when you don’t like/want them. It’s downright insane to do so. But people do crazy things under pressure. 

snarkysims replied to your post “princesspiratecat replied to your post “OMG, I’M GLAD THAT’S OVER!” ...”

Wow, my heart goes out to you. I'm glad you got free of your first husband and are now with someone loving. I really appreciate you candidly sharing your history.

First husband...Yeah, the way he left was a huge dick move, but when you get down to it, he was as much a victim as me. He underwent his own "counseling," wherein he was convinced to believe that all the problems we had were because of me, because I was a "rebellious woman" who needed to be disciplined and that he needed to be a man and do it or else he wasn't right with God and blah de blah. They fed on his insecurity over having a wife who had no problem wearing the pants in the relationship and just made the insecurity worse, turning him into a paranoid, manipulative, psychological abuser. He loved me at one time, but he couldn't handle who I was, and that dinged his masculine pride and made him more vulnerable to manipulation. The pressure was bad for each of us -- probably worse for him, even -- but ultimately I had better coping skills than he had. He cracked and ran. I didn't. But the ultimate blame lies with the leadership of that church. There were cracks in the marriage almost from the start because we just weren't a good match. It's possible that we could have worked things out, but before that could happen, the church leadership barged in with jackhammers and turned those cracks into canyons. That's on them.

And yeah, I share. Possibly over-share. My feeling is that there are some things that ought to be talked about more. It being OK not to want kids if you’re a woman and/or it being OK to not like kids even if you end up having them is, I think, one of them.

katatty-main replied to your post “princesspiratecat replied to your post “OMG, I’M GLAD THAT’S OVER!” ...”

heh, my mum didnt really want kids I dont think, but we have a great relationship! (especially now I'm older) you do you, I'm glad you're in a better place these days

I could just be biased, but while of course there are many women who genuinely want children (and sadly not all of them are able to and they go through a lot of heartache), I think that a lot of women are also at best ambivalent about having kids. It's a huge investment on so many levels, but it was (and often still is) simply expected that you will have them. Many women simply cave to expectations, especially since that's what society grooms people to do anyway. There is a lot of pressure and, surprisingly, it's often women who pressure other women. That being said, most women who don't want kids but have them anyway do step up to the plate and do the best they can to be a good parent, and often have great relationships with their kids, especially once they're older.

[certifiedskywalker]

One Week - Peter Parker

The six times Peter Parker realized he was falling for you and the one time he did something about it.

Monday.

“So who studied for this test over the weekend?” Your voice, and the sound of your book bag slamming against his desk, jolted Peter from his day dreaming. Looking up he met your gaze and noted how your smile seemed to reach the corners of your eyes. He wished that you smiled like that all the time. He always thought you looked stunning, but when you smiled….you were absolutely breathtaking. To the point where Peter would become speechless.

“I sure didn’t!” Ned chimed in, helping Peter refocus. You nodded at Ned, explaining that you were in the same boat. Peter took the time to catch up with himself; but you were so distracting. Was it something different you wore or was it just that smile of yours? He tried to swallow the feeling that rose up in his throat.

“I don’t think anyone did,” you agreed, then glanced back to Peter. “Except Mr. Smarty-Pants here, of course.” You reached over and ruffled Peter’s curly hair. He let out a breathy laugh, hoping that it masked the pounding of his heart in his chest.

“I-I did, actually. I can give you the rundown if you want?” You smiled at him again, a new glimmer in your eyes, and the same tickling sensation swarmed in Peter’s chest once more. It was your smile.

“It’s alright, thank you though, Pete.” He opened his mouth to protest, offer his time up again. He wanted you to take his time. Peter found himself missing those days where Aunt May would pick you both up from school for play dates. Playground meetings turned to study gatherings as you grew and they felt so rare now. Ever since he had adopted the mantle of Spiderman, Peter felt more and more empty as he spent less of his time with you. It felt, like every time you were with him, he was left yearning for more.

“Y/N, do you maybe want to-” Before he could finish the bell rang, signalling the start of class.

“Good luck, fellas,” you said as you made your way to your own desk. Peter let the words die on his lips as you walked away. Ned watched as his friend’s shoulders fell. He clapped Peter on the shoulder.

“You nervous?” Peter gave his friend a quick glance before letting his gaze fall to you.

“You could say that, yeah.”

Tuesday.

“Peter?” The sound of his name falling from your lips sent shivers down his spine. Even over the booming beat and bassy notes that filled the living room, Peter could pick out your voice with ease. As if he had been finely tuned just for you. Turning, he drank in your visage.

“Hey, Y/N,” he breathed out, smiling at you shyly. You looked like what Peter could only describe as perfection. His eyes scanned up and down your form, wishing that you had come to the party with him. He loved Ned, really, but it was you. It was always going to be you.

“What are you doing here? You’re not a party person!” You wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck, pulling him in for a hug. His arms curled around your torso and he held you in such a way where he could feel your heart beating within your rib cage. He savored the smell of your body wash until you pulled away and he forced himself out of the haze.

“It was Ned’s idea,” Peter explained, gesturing to the boy dancing, or trying to, with a larger group of people. “He told me you were here so…”

“Aw, you came here for me?” A bright blush rose to Peter’s cheeks and he was grateful for the multicolored, flashing lights that hid it from your sight. “How sweet.” He bit his bottom lip and looked down at his shoes. When had just talking to you become so hard?

“Y-Yeah,” he started, but the threat of bile in his throat hindered him from speaking further. You stood before him, waiting for more from him. He scratched the back of his head, trying to summon any type of courage. At first he had thought it was just hormones. High schoolers are basically controlled by their hormones, he had learned that in Health class. This would pass; at least that was what he first thought.

But now, with the way you were looking at him, he knew that this was no passing feeling. He wanted you, he needed you in ways he couldn’t convey. He didn’t want to be your friend, not anymore. He wanted to kiss you, hold you; but there was that wall. The fear that blocked him from you.

“Well, let’s not just stand here!” Before he could question what you meant, Peter felt your hand grab his and begin to pull him after you. The music grew louder with each step and it took all he had not to run away. “C’mon, Pete,” you said, almost sensing his apprehension.

Soon enough, he was standing in front of you again with bodies twisting around the two of you. Your hands still held his and you began to guide his movement. Turning, spinning like his very world, you danced around him. Giggles escaped your throat and Peter wondered if you were laughing at his expression or if you were taunting his heart with the melody of your voice.

Soon, Peter started to move too. Without rhythm, but with you to guide him, he moved. If he closed his eyes, blocked out the hollers of the other around him, Peter could pretend it was just you. Just you and him, like how it was when he dreamed. Just like how he wished it could be.

Then the music slowed, the heavy beat turned into the soft strumming of a guitar. You slowed your movements and let go of Peter’s hand. He yearned to feel it’s warmth again. Peter dared to reach out, his fingers just skimming your forearm. You turned back to him, your eyes sparkling like stars in darkened skies.

“Y/N, I, do you-” Suddenly, you were plucked away from him. Your face turned away to look at whomever pulled you to the side. Peter had seen his face before at school. He had seen him undress you with his eyes and Peter had felt anger towards him. He wanted to save you, but as the music carried on, so did you. You were dancing and it wasn’t with him.

Sadly, Peter walked off of the dance floor. His brow was furrowed as he strode towards the door. As he walked out of the party, he mentally cursed Ned. This was a bad idea. As Peter Parker walked out into the night, Ned watched his friend’s heart fall away.

Wednesday.

People were still recovering from the party Tuesday night. Flash complained of a migraine while MJ mocked those who wore the same clothes from last night to school that morning. Their words fell weakly off of Peter’s numbed shoulders. Anytime Ned wooted and referenced the party, Peter would grumble. It wasn’t until you showed up during lunch that Peter’s demeanor changed altogether.

“Hiya, guys,” you said, taking the empty seat beside Peter. Immediately, he felt the warmth of your body against his arm. “You all have fun last night?” Your question was met with cheer and grunts alike, but Peter just stared at you. People began to reminisce again about the dancing and food. You had fallen silent, suddenly leaning against Peter’s shoulder.

“You okay?” He asked in the hopes of distracting you from the way his breathing had shallowed. You were so close to him now, your head resting on his shoulder and your arm curled around his own. Moving against him slightly, just enough to look into his eyes.

“How are you not exhausted?” Peter let out a small, nervous laugh.

“I-I left early,” he said, just loud enough for you to hear, “after we danced.” You cocked your head, your chin digging into his shoulder a bit.

“Really? You should have stayed. You were a far superior dance partner.”

“Oh-h, sorry. I just figured that the other guy-” A shout caught your attention, drawing it back to the whole of the table. A heavy sigh fell from Peter’s lips as he was cut off once again. It seemed to be a reoccurring thing whenever he tried to talk to you now. He figured it was just his own nerves and continued to watch you. You began to speak to everyone, but you body remained against his. You were so relaxed in this tired state.

Peter found himself lost in features. The fluttering of your lashes to the curve of your lips. He dreamed of a day similar to the current one, where you were still tired. You were sleepy, leaning against him, laughing with him. The tender imagined image in his head lulled him into a false sense of comfort. Feeling an overwhelming wave of contentment, Peter allowed himself a touch. With you head still on his shoulder, he rested his head atop of yours.

You shifted against him, but surprised Peter when you didn’t pull away. Glancing around, Peter saw that MJ had raised her eyebrow at the display and that Ned’s eyes had widened slightly. He felt self-conscious under their gazes, his knee began to bounce beneath the table wildly. Before his cowardice grew further and he pulled away, he felt your hand rest against his leg.

“What is it?” Your voice was quiet, soothing. Peter lifted his head and saw that your eyes were filled with concern. In that moment, he could have swore that his heart had burst inside his chest. You glowed it seemed, with your head cocked to the side as you studied his face.

“Uh, nothing,” Peter said quickly. He turned his face away from you then, anxiously looking towards the clock in the cafeteria. Despite his dismissal, your hand remained on his leg for the rest of lunch. The burning in Peter’s cheeks went unnoticed by you but, with a glance at his friends, Peter knew that they had seen it.

Thursday.

“Hey, Aunt May!” You cheered as Peter pushed the door to the apartment open. You rushed inside and ran to Aunt May’s open arms. Peter smiled at the scene, closing the door with his foot as he stepped inside.

“Y/N! It’s been too long! I hope you’re staying for dinner! We’re ordering out tonight!” Peter furrowed his brows, turning his gaze towards the kitchen. Pots were loaded up in the sink and a pungent odor wafted to his nose.

“The recipe didn’t turn out?” He asked his aunt as you pulled away from her embrace. She let out a huff, causing you laugh lightly. Peter’s eyes drifted to you the moment the sound reached his ears.

“Rachel Ray is overrated anyway,” Aunt May mused, “you kids get to studying. I’ll order the takeout.” Peter nodded and grabbed the bag you had left on the floor. “Y/N, we’re ordering from the place on Marvin Avenue, you know, that small place. You want the usual?”

“Yes, please!” You said, following Peter into his room. He smiled at the fact you were so comfortable with Aunt May, his family. As you both settled in his room, you turned to Peter, that same smile on your face. The one that haunts his thoughts constantly.

“What?” He asked, smiling up at you from his spot on his desk chair.

“She’s right,” you said, “it’s been too long since I've been here. I’ve missed home.” Peter felt his jaw drop slightly, causing him to turn away to compose himself. When he turned back to face you, you were already near his bed and thumbing through the fantasy novel on his nightstand.

“It has,” he agreed and he heard a hum escape you in response. You spun on your heels, still smiling but now facing him again. While you were only a few paces away, merely a leap across his bedroom floor, Peter felt like you were so out of reach. Yet you were right there, standing before him in all your glory.

“P-Peter?” Your voice was shaky when to asked for him, drawing your eyes to the floor for a brief moment before looking at him once more.

“Y-Yeah?” Peter asked, standing up. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. This was it. He was done for, and if not, he would make it so. There was a long pause after his question. You licked your bottom lip, a habit Peter had noticed you do when you’re thinking, and then shook your head.

“Nevermind, we should start studying before it gets too late.” You walked over to the desk and rummaged through your bag, pulling out the book you would be needing. Peter watched on, his whole body thrumming in anticipation. He needed to make a move, he wanted to. Especially now that MJ and Ned were texting him nonstop, pestering him with questions that he only wanted your answers to. Did you love him like he loves you?

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.” You turned to met his hazel eyes and Peter noticed how your stance had changed.

“What is it?” You asked, leaning towards him slightly. Peter felt his resolve shaking. C’mon dude, you’re Spiderman, just do it, he thought to himself. He took a step closer, so close that your faces were a few inches apart. He saw your eyes dart from his to his lips and Peter tried his best to suppress the rush he got from that small tick. “Peter?”

His name again, in your voice; it sounded like a song. His favorite song. Even when you were both young, whenever you called out to him, a smile like the one on his lips in that very moment would decorate his features. Who knew that you both would have ended up here?

“I wanted to tell you that-”

“Y/N! They’re out of your usual order! Is there something else you want?” Aunt May pushed open Peter’s door, her cell phone pressed against her ear. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed how close the two of you were and Peter turned to hide his blush. “Am I-”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having then, May,” you replied smoothly. Peter, with his outstretched senses could hear the fast-paced beating of your heart. Had he scared you?

“Alrighty then,” May said before leaving his room. He glanced at her nephew one last time before disappearing behind the door. Peter now stood a pace or two away from you, his eyes glued to the floor. Perhaps now wasn’t the time. Maybe there would never be a time.

“What did you want to tell me Peter?” He turned at your question, his eyes meeting yours before he shook his head the same way you had.

“I-I, uh, I forgot. It’s okay, I’ll tell you if I remember later.” He reached out towards his desk and grabbed the books. He settled, crossed legged on the floor and looked up at you expectantly. “Study time?”

You smiled at him again and, damn it, he felt the ache in his heart return. “Heck yeah! Let’s do this!”

Friday.

“So let me get this straight,” MJ sighed, pinch the bridge of her nose, “Y/N came over to your place and you didn’t spill the beans?!” Peter nodded and MJ let out a groan. Ned sighed and shook his head at Peter.

“Dude, you’re gonna regret that!”

“I know, Ned, but I just….it left like, if I did tell Y/N, everything would change.” MJ glared at Peter as he spoke.

“Isn’t that kind of the point?” Peter’s brow furrowed and she continued, “you are friends with Y/N right now, but you want to be more, right?” Peter nodded. “Then things are going to have to change, Parker! I thought you were smart!”

“I know that,” Peter said, raising his hands in the air, “but I don’t want to, I don’t want to lose Y/N. I’m scared that if I say what I want to say that…”

“Pete,” Ned said, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Y/N would never stop hanging out with you. You’re like, best friends, more than you and I! You’ve known each other since grade school, right?” Peter nodded and MJ let out another sigh.

“Don’t worry about it, okay? You’ll be fine, Y/N will be fine, you’ll date and live happy ever after!” She waved her arms to emphasize the joy of it all but Peter frowned.

“Then why do you sound sarcastic?”

“It’s just the way I sound.” Peter raised an eyebrow at her and MJ sighed, looking around the room. Her eyes widened suddenly and Peter glanced in the direction she was facing. “Peter, don’t….”

It was too late. He was already looking. You were leaning a shoulder against the wall, talking with the guy from the party. He must’ve said something funny because you threw your head back, laughing in the way Peter wished he could play on repeat. The two of you continued talking and Peter turned back, his eyes diverted towards the surface of the table.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Ned said quickly, “they’re just talking!” Peter nodded, but his face betrayed him. Y/N was amazing, that guy would be stupid not to make a move.

“You’re right, MJ,” Peter said, standing from his spot, “I’m not that smart after all.” As he moved away from the table, he spared one last glance over his shoulder. You looked beautiful, even if you weren’t right next to him. He would just have to get used to feeling this way.

Saturday.

“Peter?” Aunt May’s voice sounded from behind the locked door of Peter’s bedroom. Rolling to the side of the bed, Peter’s eyes fell on the door. “Peter, can you open this up please? You’ve been in here all morning?”

Begrudgingly, Peter reached for his web shooter. Once it was on his wrist, he shot it towards the door. The webs spread across the brass handle and pulled, undoing the lock on the door. The web fell slack and Peter threw the mechanism to the side.

“It’s open now,” Peter grumbled, turning in his bed again. He heard the door creak open and the soft foot falls of Aunt May’s feet against the floor. Closing his eyes, Peter tried to block the thoughts of you out of his mind so he could hide from his aunt’s, undoubtedly, pestering amount of questions. As he felt the side of his mattress dip under Aunt’s May’s weight, Peter opened his eyes.

“Are you feelin’ alright?” Before he could respond, Aunt May pressed the back of her hand to Peter’s forehead.

“Aunt May,” Peter groaned, “I’m not sick.”

“Then why are you all bundled up in here? I’m sure Ned and Y/N are free.” Peter stayed silent and she nudged him, “C’mon, it’s the weekend.”

“Jus’ not feeling’ it today,” Peter lied. He had been ‘feelin’ it’ all week, and that was his problem. Aunt May sighed and made a ‘tsk’ sound with her tongue.

“You know, it’s like an Aunt superpower; detecting falsehoods.”

“Falsehoods?” Peter questioned, the slightest of smile gracing his lips.

“I can say ‘falsehoods’! It’s a fair use word!” Peter let out a weak chuckle, which only seemed to deepen the creases in his aunt’s face. “Now, what’s really the matter?”

“It’s….It’s Y/N,” Peter began, “I...think I….”

“You love Y/N?” The words that Peter had been trying to voice over the past five to six days flew from his aunt’s lips without a problem. How could it be that easy? Could it truly be that simple?

“Y-Yeah,” Peter stuttered, “I think….yeah, I do.” Aunt May smiled at him, as the weight that had been dragging Peter down finally dissipated. “I just don’t know how to say it.”

“Y/N doesn’t know then, I take it?” Peter nodded his head and Aunt May merely smiled. “Peter Benjamin Parker,” she ran her fingers through her nephew’s hair in a motherly gesture, “you are the bravest young man I know. You’re the smartest and sweetest on top of that.”

“Aunt May,” Peter mumbled, his face burning slightly.

“Y/N sees that, trust me. Those study dates you two have, I can feel it.” She leaned down a pressed a quick kiss to Peter’s forehead. “I love you, Peter.”

“Love you too, May,” Peter said, scooting up so he could hug his aunt. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she hummed, smiling down at him. “Just practice safe sex.”

“Aunt May!”

Sunday.

Peter’s feet landed softly on the fire escape outside the window of apartment J17. It was like greeting an old friend as he tapping on the glass. It had been ages since he had done this. Showing up unexpected at your window was a rare treat now that he was Spiderman.

His heart pounded as he waited beside your window. He hoped you were home, that you weren’t with someone else. Peter swallowed his fear, trying his best to calm himself down. His shaking hand lifted once more to rap his knuckles against the glass again. He shifted on his feet, waiting nervously.

Soon the curtains parted and Peter was greeted by your wonderful smile. Pulling the window up, you leaned outside. The breeze that soared through Queens messed with your hair just as it did with Peter’s. In the sunlight, you seemed to glow before him.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” You clambered through the window, meeting him on your fire escape ledge. Carefully, you balance yourself but you leaned to the side awkwardly. Peter grabbed your forearms to steady you, smiling at you brightly.

“I just wanted to see you, is that a crime?”

“No,” you laughed, gripping his arms tightly, “you just surprised me. I haven’t heard from you since Thursday night.”

“Y-Yeah, about that...I was thinking about it. About what I wanted to tell you.”

“You remember it now?” Peter let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head.

“I never actually forgot,” he admitted. Your brows knitted together and Peter smiled sheepishly. He could feel his heart hammering within his rib cage. “I just…”

“Peter,” you said calmly, raising a hand to brush against his face. His mouth fell open slightly at the contact, his eyes searching yours. Your eyes scanned his and Peter felt a rush of affection flood his heart. Now.

“Y/N,” he paused once more, before shaking his head. He would not let fear control him anymore. “I love you. I’ve been trying to tell you all week and I-”

“Peter, just shut up and kiss me,” you interrupted. It was the first time all week that Peter Parker was happy to be cut off. Letting out a chuckle and pressed forward, capturing his lips with yours. He could feel you smile into the kiss and he felt himself do the same. Your hands shifted, tangling themselves in his chestnut curls.

Suddenly, you began to laugh. Peter pulled away from you, resting his hands on your waist to hold you closer to him. You managed to calm yourself slightly, resting your forehead against Peter’s. You were so warm that Peter almost didn’t want to ask.

“Why are you laughing?” “You were trying all week?”

[skzzthingss]

Private Show Pt. 2 ~ Felix

Summary: (Requested) Hey I just read you camgirl×felix blurb and I want to request a part two maybe? Where at first he's watching another privat show but then meets here randomly on the street or so and then gets the chance to have actual sex with her

Warnings: everything basically listed up here ^^

Request here

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Felix got the notification one night that the same girl had gone live, and he watched it from start to finish. He watched the main livestream simply for entertainment as he wanted to see if he could get another private stream. As he watched, he could help but feel something for the girl. He felt silly getting feelings for a camgirl, but he couldn't help it, it was something about the way she looked, interacted with the chat, and just the way she is.

During the public stream, he found himself strangely falling for her instead of getting too aroused. When the stream ended, he waited on the girls profile for her to open private streams. She needed time to regain herself, he told himself. When the button for private streams was made available, Felix almost squealed in excitement, clicking it as fast he could. The girl was sat in the middle of the room on her pink carpet, just like last time.

"Oh, Felix, its you again!" Her face lit up, "welcome back, Daddy."

Felix felt his cheeks flare as she remembered the nickname, typing in his first command.

....

Felix woke up the next day, a little later than usual as he stayed up as late as he could with the girl. Felix giggled to himself lightly at the thought that he was pretty much becoming a fan of this camgirl whose name he didn't even know yet. He shook his head in attempt to clear his thoughts and left his room to start the day. He lazily went to his kitchen to make a bowl of cereal.

He poured his favorite cereal, then went to grab the milk. Except, his carton was empty. He groaned as he looked sadly at his bowl of cereal and decided that a quick stop at the grocery store wouldn't be so bad. He quickly got ready and made his way to the grocery store.

He went right for the dairy section, picking up a carton. He was about to leave when someone caught his eye. He thought he saw the girl just round the corner.

He crept around the aisle to look into it, and he saw her. She was looking through chips and was wearing grey sweats and a baggy hoodie. Felix wanted to talk to her, but he didnt know how. Instead, he just hid behind the aisle, peering around at her.

He wanted to tell her that he watches her shows, but he understood that her shows weren't the kind to just bring up in public. He followed from a distance when she changed aisles.

Felix couldn't help but get a little hard from just seeing her, knowing this was the same girl who shamelessly calls him Daddy and does as he asks, pleasuring herself for him. He began to imagine what it would be like to remove the baggy clothes from her body, she wasn't hiding anything as he already knew what her body looks like. He was so lost in thought, he didn't register that he had dropped his carton of milk, alerting the girl's attention.

"Here," he watched the girl pick the carton up for him, "are you okay?"

His cheeks flared, he couldn't stop himself from getting harder. Her voice rung in his ears, her moans from last night replaying in his mind.

"Y-yea, um, I'm fine," he stumbled on his words a little.

"I'm Y/N," she said, introducing herself.

Without thinking, Felix blurted out, "and I'm Felix!"

Her eyes went wide, as she recognised, but she had never seen his face until now, so she didn't react too much, as she wasn't sure.

"Nice to meet you, Felix," she smiled.

"Yea, you too," Felix said, his voice in a daze. She turned and walked away with a little wave and a smile.

"Wait!" Felix ran, catching up with her again, she turned around surprised.

"Um, want to get coffee or something later," He felt his stomach growling at the thought of finally being filled. But instead of answering, the girl looked at him awkwardly.

"Um, I'm busy later, sorry," she looked at him up and down before turning and leaving again. Felix was confused, why had she declined him? Then he looked down, his boner was standing proud and tenting his pants so much that it was hard to ignore, the girl probably thought he was weird. He was alone the aisle, so he quickly positioned himself so he wasn't so obvious, then pursued the girl one last time.

"Hey, sorry," he said, approaching her again, "about everything, I realize how weird I looked."

The girl looked unsure of him, "that's fine, it happens," she said nontheless.

"Look, were alone now, so I'm just gonna say it-"

"You watch me?" She cut him off.

"How do you know?" Felix was dumbfounded.

"You seem like a nice guy, so I assume you're not like this around every girl you meet," she chuckled, "also, the name, Felix, doesn't come up as often."

"So it's not too weird?" He asked.

She shook her head, "No, it happens more than I'd like to admit." She then looked at him again, "you know, I wouldn't mind helping you out..."

Felix looked down, he had fixed himself, but a bulge was still visible. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I just walked here, if you want," she brushed a hand across his hard on, "we can fuck, I like you Felix - or should I say, Daddy?"

Felix felt his face burn up, "Sure, let's go."

They both paid for their stuff and left for Felix's house. At the door, their stuff was dropped and they kissed. Felix's mind was racing, he was kissing the girl he would watch on his screen, now, she was in his own home!

Her hands roamed Felix's body, feeling him up almost expertly. Felix moved his hands under her shirt, tugging it and removing it. He looked at her, amazed. She was much better looking in real live. He took his shirt off and continued kissing her, lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist, carrying her to his bedroom.

He laid her on the bed, then took her pants off. The set of underwear she wore was one he recognized, exciting him even more. He removed his own pants and crawled back on top of her, kissing her hungerly. He lifted her to a sitting position and removed her bra, his hand kneading her breasts. He detached their lips, kissing down her neck and collarbone. He slowly laid her down again, kissing down her boobs, down her stomach, and to her panties. He kissed her core through the thin material before removing them.

Something about this felt surreal to him. He had seen her completely bare before, so this was all familiar, but it was all new the same time. He remembered the way she would touch herself on stream, and moved his fingers the way she would. He inserted them inside her, licking up her core and taking her clit into his mouth. He sucked, hard. She was moaning and gripping at his hair, only fueling him one and making him harder.

"Daddy! I'm close!" She moaned. Felix was never one for nicknames, but the way she stuck with it, even now, made him feel something. He sped up his movements and felt her clench around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm.

"Woah!" Felix said, getting up from between her legs, the bottom half of his face glistening. He took his boxers, his cock red and leaking precum. She got up to lightly grab him.

"Looks so painful," she commented before licking the tip and taking him all in one go. He watched her deep throat him, remembering the way she would do it with dildos while she was live. She sucked him so well, he felt his orgasm coming really quickly and strongly.

"Wait!" He stopped her, "I don't want to cum yet."

She got off him. He grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer and rolled it on himself. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, presenting herself in full to Felix. He aligned himself with her entrance and sunk in slowly. The feeling of her, warm and inviting. He began with a slow pace, getting used to her, before setting a much faster pace.

The sound of her moans and skin slapping echoed through the walls. Felix was on cloud 9, the moans he loved so much were being caused by him, and not just on stream. He felt her clenching around him, and her moans became breathy and quick. He sped up, angling himself to hit the right spot.

Her orgasm washed over her, making her moan loudly and grip at the sheets. Felix wasn't far behind, a minute later and he was cumming into the condom. She laid, spent on his bed as discarded the condom. He handed her a tissue to clean herself, as he cleaned himself. He laid beside her, a thought tugging at his mind.

"Do you do this often?" He asked, referring to the fact that she recognized him and offered to fuck.

"No, actually.." She admitted, "you're the first one, most people who recognise me aren't as nice or polite you tried to be, a lot of them just assume I'm a slit and try to drag me to fuck right away."

"Oh, that's not good.." He said.

"I like you, Felix, and I'd like to see you again."

"Me too," they exchanged numbers.

"Great, let's make this happen again!" She said. She gathered her stuff, pressing a kiss to Felix's lips before leaving.

[pwnyta]

Full Endgame spoilers/review:

(TL;DR: It was really fucking good. Theres some bad obviously but overall worth it. Even after reading the spoilers and feeling like I may not like it as much as I thought I would... I actually liked it more.)

- - So as I said I loved the movie I had some gripes but overall I thought it was one hell of a fun, entertaining movie. I'll go by each characters story in my review saving Cap and Tony for last.

Natasha- Honestly? Though I think the MCU dropped the ball on the 0G6 being a believable family... I think Nats role in this movie was sweet. I really like the scene where Tony Nat and Bruce were laying down talking about Strange and the stones. It was really cute but it really made me wish we got to see this earlier. Joss dropped the ball hard in AoU. Ive said it one and I'll say it again. AoU should have been the movie where the Avengers were a solid unit throughout the movie.Nats death was... heroic but honestly her and Clint beating the shit out of each other because neither could stand the thought of the other being sacrificed was kinda funny and cute which is jarring to the story. It kinda sucks that she was fridged before the final battle though.

Clint- What are the fucking odds that every one of his family was dusted? But w/e. Clint having a wild sword battle in Japan... it was ridiculous and weird and IDK what they were thinking with that scene but it was played really dramatically but I laughed? Cuz it was so over the top and silly... even though he just slit that guys throat and Nats like :c Clint~ honey no its fine... and they hold hands over the guys warm corpse. LMFAO WHAT!? Im at least happy his kids got him back if nothing else.

Bruce- ... Bruce with Hulks big green body? NICE. Thats gonna have some interesting fanart I can already tell and I lift my glass to you. I once tried to draw a little comic where Bruce and Hulk separated but also had swapped bodies.... so Bruce had Hulks body but I never did finish it I wonder if I still have it saved somewhere. Anyways. Honestly? I found Bruce in this movie to be equal parts funny and annoying? Like it was a bit jarring sometimes that he was so lighthearted despite everything.

Thor- When I read the spoilers I thought I was gonna really dislike Thor but watching it I understood where Thor was coming from and I couldnt really blame him for spiraling and its not like anyone close to him seemed to even check up on him despite clearly knowing where he was. Im really sad that it took all those years and only until he was needed for someone to try and talk Thor through what he was going through. Im not annoyed with Thor. Im annoyed with the rest of them (minus Tony and I guess Clint? Considering.). Bruce was his friend in Ragnarok, Nat keeps talking about them being family, and Steve is their leader where the hell were they? Unless im missing something... I guess Valkyrie too but shes been picking up his slack as a leader and was holding the Asgardians together so I can cut her some slack. ANYWAYS. Thor was kinda funny in the movie but it was kind of hard to enjoy his goofiness. It kind felt like Tony in IM2. Speaking of Im glad Tony seemed really tolerant of Thors drunk behavior... I was sure he would throw a lot of shots like Rocket did. I wish they had a moment to talk about Thor self medicating with booze... Tonys been there. I get why they couldnt really but.. His scene with Frigga was really nice. Frigga is a bad bitch raised by witches and shit.... she knows all~ A wise woman that Frigga.

Scott- HOLY SHIT Did I love Scott in this movie. He was soo funny and cute... and bullied a lot. You know I have a thing for easily bulliable character. And Scott just got spanked left and right. His helpless goofiness reminded me of Harry from KKBB a little. He bounced off everyone well and it makes me kinda wish he was one of the OG6 instead of Clint. He was more of the heart that kept the Avengers together than anyone. Also him and Tony talking about Caps ass? HILARIOUS. Bisexual icons honestly. 'That suit did nothing for your ass.' 'No one asked you to look!' 'I think you look great Cap as far as Im concerned thats Americas ass!' and then later Caps all 'That IS Americas ass.' Unbelievable. But his best scene is still him reuniting with Cassie. She was so big! Im so happy she got her dad back... but Bruces failed time travel machine scene.... that was a close second. 'Somebody peed my pants... idk if it was baby me or old me........ or me me.' Also the 'whats up regular sized man' scene is longer and more hilarious than the preview showed. FUCK YOUR TACO SCOTT. At least Bruce is nice to him. I ship GreenAnt a little. Rocket petting Scott and mockingly calling him a puppy. SAME.

Rhodey- JESUS RHODEY. Speaking of hilarious idiots. Im glad he got a bigger roll in this movie but he didnt hug Tony when he got back so whats the point? BUT W/E... He was hilarious and amazing. It was nice to see him step up as one of the sorta leaders after the snappening. But he was also A HUGE FUCKING DORK THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH. Thinking that a secret cavern with a spooky name would be boobytrapped like in Indiana Jones and trying to convince Nebula to be careful. Naming a bunch of shitty time travel movies to prove a point about time travel (with Scotts help) and going back in time to kill baby Thanos...and Bruce was like 'yeah... no...' and him fucking TRASHING the magic of the iconic opening scene of the first GotG where Quill is dancing.... 'so hes an idiot?' RHODEY PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE have mercy. Him and Nebula are a trip. Also I made a note to mention Don Cheadles BEAUTIFUL soft voice. So here it is. I love Don Cheadles beautiful soft voice. He had too few scenes with Tony but their first scene when Tony starts freaking out and hes trying to get Tony to calm down was pretty good... and god that ending.... ;-; How come Rhodey got NO lines while Tony was dying? But also in the same position I dont think Id have any words either. I too would just cry. And did... for Tony. But yeah besides his lack of scenes with Tony I really loved Rhodeys scenes. I usually do. Hes adorable.

Nebula: Sweetie... You are just amazing. Shes legit one of the best most solid characters in the movie. The opening scenes between her and Tony? FUCKING adorable. Im sad we dont see more of them after the time skip. I also wish we got a longer scene of Neb and Rocket talking when she gets to earth... I guess just seeing them sit together sadly was enough to portray the emotions but.... I MEAN. More Nebula wouldnt hurt anyone. Having to see two tortured versions of Nebula was upsetting. Future Nebula who lost so much and past Nebula still under Thanos' thumb. 'You can change!' 'He wont let me' OOF. Im sad that past Nebula was killed... but appreciate that even in that moment past Gamora was upset to see her be killed. Im glad with Present Neb, Gamora was so easily heel-face turned. She loves her sister. Also their moment after past Gamora beats up present Quill was hilarious 'Really? This is the guy?' 'The choices were him or a tree.' WHAT ABOUT DRAX, NEBULA?! I know I said I may not watch any MCU movies after this but I might tune in for GotG3 for Nebula (and Thor).

Steve: I actually ENJOYED Steve in this movie for the most part. For the first time in any movie... even by himself I kind of enjoyed Steve. Especially the scene when hes fighting himself and his past self says 'I can do this all day' and hes like 'Tst... yeah I know... okay' Like he was sick of his own damn bullshit. And frankly? Same. Also him whispering 'Hail hydra' to get the scepter? Hilarious. I cant help but see it as a knock at that shitty Hydra Cap comic that everyone hated. But despite me enjoying Steve for most of the film... the MCUs inability to write a good romance and pretending like Steve and Peggys relationship was a peak or something completely undoes it all. It would still NOT BE GREAT regardless but the fact the RUSSOS are the ones who brought Sharon into TWS in the first place makes it SO MUCH WORSE that Steve dipped out. Steve should have moved on... even if it wasnt with Sharon. They could have at least MENTIONED HER but they knew they couldnt because then it would be too highlighted that Steve is a fucking FUCK BOY who used the niece of the woman he loved as a surrogate and that him going back to the past means hes gonna be meeting little Sharon at some point. Also? Really? Steve you have this whole new family you supposedly love and can live your life with but you rather go back in the past because the first woman who was nice to you was there? Move on. Its so fucking weird that hes so obsessed with her. You have your childhood friend and the rest of your new friends... and supposedly a girlfriend. IDK how anyone could be happy with that ending for him. But I guess its in character... remember the note he sent Tony 'I've been on my own since I was 18.' What about Bucky? He was there with you and you had family in the Avengers supposedly. Natasha seemed to think so. YOURE SUCH A FUCKIN SCUMBAG STEVE. Jesus.

Tony: First of all Id just LOVED his scenes with Nebula as I said. He sat there patiently teaching how to play paper football and held her win. It was REALLY cute. When he passed out she picked him up off the floor and sat him down on the chair and pat him. REAL CUTE. He nicknamed her 'The Blue Meanie' its cute and he tried to give her the last of their food but she insisted he eat it. Bobbos eyes never looked more gorgeous than in that scene where Carol finds them honestly. Tonys I told you so was really really sad. It had a lot of feeling like that scene in AoU when he laughs hysterically and starts ranting? Rhodey tried to calm him down but he just ripped into Cap. Also he yanked off his arc reactor and I FULLY JUMPED IN PANIC because I forgot it wasnt in him. I fully flinched. But he pulled his heart out and gave it to Steve and then passed out. Tony and Peppers daughter is ADORABLE. And her interactions with Tony are so sweet. Domestic Tony is lovely. I love that when Steve and the gang roll up on him Morgan runs out during their discussion and is like 'Mom told me to come and save you....' and hes like 'Well Ive been saved!' REAL CUTE. Also he swore and his daughter copied him and hes like NOOOOO!!!!!!! LMAO. LANGUAGE Tony. Tony is motivated to fix things seeing that pic of him and Peter. Hes such a softie. IM REALLY REALLY SAD that we finally see Pepper kinda GET Tonys need to be Iron Man and is like 'But could you rest?'. The one time she encourages him to go back to be Iron Man and he fucking DIES. Im so sad for Pepper. But that scene between them where shes like 'We'll be ok.... you can rest now.' FUCK. Im crying again. That scene between him and Steve- 'Someone shoula warned you~' 'You did...' 'Oh did I? Thank god Im here' has the same energy as 'Who taught you how to dance?' 'You did.' 'Well Ive done a marvelous job!' It was pretty great. Tonys nicknames for Scott are 'Pissant' and 'Thumbelina.' Im not OVERLY fond of his scenes with Howard. But honestly? My brother is the same way with our dad... he just chooses to forget the bad stuff and focus on the few good times. I cant do that but if it made Tony happier then VERY WELL. I wish Tony coulda talked to Jarvis too tho... just a word... anything? Best Tony scene is Peter babbling about how he musta passed out because Tony was gone and and and and Tony just hugs him so tightly and Peters hugs back and is like :D 'this is nice'! Though that STARK contrast of them after Tony uses the gauntlet... and Peter is like 'Mr Stark... we won... we did it... no Mr Stark...' Big Simba and Mufasa feels (and kind of Hughes and Elicia tbh). Not cool Disney. I was already crying. Rhodey was the first to reach Tony and Tony couldnt say ANYTHING to anyone and Rhodey just pets his cheek... Tony was just looking around as his family just has to watch helplessly as hes dying and Pepper tells him its ok. His funeral was really nice. He recorded a message for everyone kind of like his message for Pepper on the ship. Everyone was there... I think even Harley (Im really sad we didnt see them get reunited even once). The scene with Happy and Morgan was really sweet. 'I'll buy all the cheeseburgers you want....' It was cool to because... ya know.... Jon Favreau. He got a really beautiful end. I wish he could just retire and live with Pep and Morgan... but if he had to die... that was a really lovely sendoff. SO ALL IN ALL. Awesome movie. I didnt get to see past elderly Steve passing the shield off to Sam... I'll have to rewatch it again when theres a better version. Especially for that fucking STUNNING end battle. Even with the shitty cam I watched it looked AMAZING and I cant wait for it in HD.