#this one is also a bit late but oh welll

[autistictaylorhebert]

Kayla goes from an energetic, outgoing if somewhat nerdy girl to bedbound in less than a year. It takes another year and a half for her to get the diagnosis, but hy that point she doe doesnt really care. The fatigue is constant and all of her old friends and hobby groups have long left her behind.

It takes a while, but once shes accepted that her new circumstances are permanent, she tries to rebuild A life as best she can. She throws herself (slowly) into fandom, and falls in love all over again with the setting and characters shes always beej interested in. But even there, she cant participate. Fandom moves too fast for her to keep up, and online communities take if anything Mote energy to be a consistent participant. So she gives up on ghat, and instead just invests herself in the Stories. She lives and breathes this stuff, because what else is there for her to do. Her parrnts both work to cover medical bills, and she has no friends. Its not a happy life, but it is A life.

Until one night, after a particularly good day where managed to write up some fun ideas, she has an intensely vivid dream where she actually gets to meet the characters, interact with them in the setting, where she befriends them. And when she wakes up, going from that colorful life where the things shes obsessed with are real, where she can acrually Do something there rather than lie in bed and think about them endlessly, to her lonely, dull life and aching, tired body, she triggers.

Maybe something like an "always on" Master power makes sense? Or a power like Aisha's where it takes concentration and energy to turn it off.

Option 1:

It's a controller power. It radiates outwards from her constantly, but it's strength changes day by day, randomly stronger and weaker. It makes people like her, prioritise her, and want to act in ways that benefits her. It effects beliefs and thoughts more than emotions, and those who are aware of it are able to resist lower levels of it (weak days, and/or little to no effort put in from Kayla) but most of it is irresistible.

When Kayla puts in effort and energy into her power (and on the stronger days), minions also have low brute ratings, such as strength and more energy. The power affects all those within the space of a building (centred on Kayla), and the effects lasts for a day after they have left this space.

Option 2:

A projection creator power. Kayla is constantly surrounded by colourful and shadowy minions, that exist as electricity/light and force-fields, and are constantly being created and falling out of existence.

Kayla can roughly control how they manifest (choosing capabilities like low level brute, changer, mover, and shaker powers), but detailing this, and making them strong, requires effort and energy in the same way creative fan-projects do. It also draws from a similar random level of energy as the controller power. Her projections can be blindingly bright and as strong as ""average"" parahumans in their own right, or they can be translucent shadows that fade easily.

[timwrightliker]

TIM WRIGHT X READER RAHHH

This is post-mh and you guyse are .. Married :P

-I like to think that post-mh hes even MORE emotional and affectionate and he fears so much abt losing you like he Has to be with you everywhere besides when hes at work and when hes at work the only thing he has on his mind is if your safe or not

-he gets home rly late afternoon and immediately greets you with so many little kisses and hugs, picking you up and spinning you around

-the only person he really has left is you (besides jessica ofc but your the only one keeping him stable) and he would blame himself for so long if not forever if you somehow managed to be gone

-Hugs u from behind

-a lot

-u feel his beard on the back of your neck.nph my god guys

-Anyways if your afab and have periods Like me he would worry so much i think. Constantly being like "Stay in bed im not letting you be in pain And walk at the same time." cause hes so overprotective imo

-Speaking of overprotective in public he would always wrap his arm around your waist. he never really used to like that stuff cause he doesnt like pda. he still doesnt like pda that much BUT post-mh he would need you in his sight almost at all times (especially in public). Though if you tell him to give you space he gladly will because hes nice :-)

-Poor guy has so many nightmares, specifically about losing you or about how he lost brian and jay. oh you comfort him? he cries.

-He cries and cries until tears no longer fall, and if you cry with him it will make it worse. He used to be very closed off about his emotions, but with you hes able to open up so much more.

-he kisses your scars and you kiss his scars back. end of story

-honestly only loves winter/snow when its with you. he likes the cold better then he does humid heat.. both of them are horrible to him either way. But with you he loves snowball fighting n stuff and as soon as he notices you shivering he brings u back inside immediately

-Doesnt shave as often cause he doesnt really gaf anymore. he occasionally trims his beard but rarely shaves it nowadays. he also grew out his hair down to his shoulders and absolutely loves when you play with it like hes all giggling and kicking his feet

-i like to think masky is still there, just way more calm and silent as always. he either activates after a seizure or tim just randomly wakes up as masky

-masky is way more protective i think, but not as affectionate. would love doing acts of service for u though and possibly a bit of cuddling if your really upset. most of the time he would be silent and "emotionless" (he does have emotions i know this) but when he does get upset he refuses to let you comfort him for a long while until he gives in

-tim absolutely loves singing to you, possibly even singing or humming you to sleep.

-Tim honestly likes any cuddle position, sometimes he really wants to be little spoon even if your smaller or bigger then him it brings him so much joy. also likes to sleep with you on top of him a lot

-bonus where reader has a bunch of toys cause i love inserting my own qualities into stuff

-He would love to name ur own plushies that have either just come in the mail or have never been named after years. he loves how much comfort they bring you in rough times. (headcanon incoming!!) he even has an plushie from years ago back when he was young (It was a bunny plushie) and he honestly gets a bit emotional looking at it sometimes. was probably packing up his stuff before entry #87 and found it and tried so very hard not to break down in tears cause it was such a comfort item to him And still is

-Ok welll BYEEEEE ill probably edit this as i go on :-) so embarrassed to post this since its my first public x reader thing and im terrified of accidentally misinterpreting tim or smth 😭

[theliteraryluggage]

1, 24, 29, 73, 81, 90, 91

For the fanfic writer asks 🥰

ahaaaa just realised i never ended up answering these 😬 sorry!

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road? Hmm.. a little bit of both. I usually have at least an idea about the major plot points and the climax when I start, more often than not I write out an outline of some sort before I actually start writing. But also more often than not, that outline only goes about 80% in. I rarely know what final note I want to end a story on when I start, that's something that I have to kind of feel out as I write.

24. on average, how much writing do you get done in a day? Welll. This year I have set myself a goal of an average of 600 words per day. Doesn't have to be that much every day, sometimes there just isn't time/brain space, but I try to make that up with better days to reach the average. That being said, this year is kind of going insane so far, writing wise, so as of today I have an average of 983 words a day.

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories. Oh nooo I hate giving spoilers 🙈 alright, uh, let's just say in Vox Populi Ed does not manage to hold on to his conviction not to kill 😬

73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow? A movie, 100%. I am a very visual storyteller (alas), I see the scenes play out before me clear as day and am left with the task of trying to put into works what I am imagining as different camera shots and stuff.

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be? Trust your own ideas. I know they don't come easy to you, but they're good. Much better than relying too much on archetypes, tropes and borrowed storylines.

90. do you notice your own voice in your writing style? I think so, yeah. There's a certain way I express myself, certain words and sentence structures that I like to rely on that I think can be found in my writing as well. There's also a lot of my voice, I think, in how I focus on, experience and describe emotion in my stories. There's always something... I wanna say lingering, almost indulgent about it? Because I like to revel in my negative emotions to a degree. 91. how has your writing style changed over the years? My style went through a certain spike, going from fairly simple in my teenage years, to very complex and heavy in my early to mid-twenties back to a little simpler again in my late-twenties to now. It's not as simply now as it used to be, I think there's a certain literary quality to it that I will never quite get rid of (not that I want to). I'm actually trying to be more conscious of that again and bring some of that complexity back into my writing that I sort of discarded in favour of simplicity and speed when I started writing a lot of fanfic again.

Thanks for the questions!

[author0405]

Chapter four - Amy? Where are you?

Though during those few weeks things were getting a bit rough now that the Waterson family the parents came to your home to ask something of you.

"Angela! Dear, are we allowed to leave town? My husband has work out of town and wants to know if we are allowed to leave."

Mrs. Waterson asked you which you laughed a bit and smiled back to her in return.

"Mrs. Waterson, you do realize that there's a beast in the forest and that if you try leaving it'll kill your family."

You told her in a serious tone which she took seriously.

"But it's a business trip that our family has to be there.. please?"

Mrs. Waterson asked again which you sighed and told her what she should do.

"Okay, your family can leave but you'll have to leave this town and never come back again. Pack your home and leave."

You told her which she agreed as she returned back home telling her husband of what you told her.

When you locked the front door then you saw your eldest sister Bianca was sitting in the kitchen on her phone watching something.

But your youngest sister Blair was in her room while your brothers the eldest the elder one and the youngest were all in their rooms.

That was until you got a phone call from your mother which looked urgent as they both sent private messages to you.

That can only mean that the town is in deep trouble and that only certain families can leave!

In-coming call from "mama bear 🐻"

"Hi mom, what's wrong? Trouble at work again?"

"Hi sweetie, oh no no. Nothing about at work at all. Me and your father might be late again we're both sorry honey. Also the Watersons are leaving, do you know about that?"

"Hmm, yes mom. Mrs. Waterson came to ask permission to leave. As you all know about the beast and other creatures in the forest now."

"Yes honey, they packed everything from their home and left?"

"Yeah they did, they left in their moving truck with their kids but I'm not sure if they'll live to be back again."

"How so? Is the beast watching? Tell me hon."

"Well mother... I already checked.. and we have good or bad news. The good news is that the beast is asleep."

"Oh that's good! And the bad news? What's with that about?"

"Welll the bad news is that the other creatures are awake from slumber and will catch each family and kill them."

"... no. That can't be possible! Can you do something about it?"

"Mhm. Yeah I can. Luckily I can put them all to sleep."

When the phone-call with your mother ended then you sent a reply to your parents and looked at your sister Bianca.

"Hey sis, I'll be back soon I just need to go put those creatures to sleep. Don't tell the mayor or her daughter will worry and I hate her."

"Okay! Good luck, I think."

When you left and arrived in the forest to see them all around you all snuggled up trying to get your attention as you laughed a bit.

"Hey all of you, hope you stayed good for me? Hmm, did you all? Good! Where's fifi?"

You asked as she stood there with a bright smile on her face and you told them all to stand in front of you.

When you sang your melody and put them all to a deep slumber before you left the forest back to your home you saw a baby beast crying.

"Sssh, where's your mother? Oh over here. She's sleeping. Come let's take you to her before she worries."

You said as you carefully picked up the baby beast and went into the lair of the beast the mother who looked at you rather calm as you put her baby near her.

Before leaving you heard a few cries that sounded like more of her cubs as you whistled a melody to them for them all to come running into the lair.

That was when the father came and thanked you wonderfully when you came back to change out of those clothes to hear your window being knocked on.

As you looked again to see your boyfriend knocking on your window telling you to open it.

You were half naked standing in your underwear as you put your silk robe on over it unlocking your window.

"Hey babe, sorry for coming in later than usual. Wanna have some fun?"

"What kind of fun Kian? I hope it's not sex.. but I think I'll just lock my door before you get horny like the last time."

You said with a laugh after you said those words which he blushed and kissed your lips having your back against your door as you turned the lock.

"Mmh~ you c-can! Oh Kian! That oh!"

You said in between some moans you let out which made Kian to laugh a bit as he gave some kisses to your lips.

However things were getting worse and worse everyday but they just trusted on your words of being calm and trying to leave as quiet as possible so not the beast can hear.

That was until you received a call from the police station about news on Amy the missing five year old who went missing three weeks ago.

Though you decided that you'll go tomorrow morning to the station to ask on what they found out about missing Amy.

[borderline-gays-club]

Progress moment id like to share!!!

Ok so I went on like 3 dates with a guy over the span of like 2ish months? Prob less time, but anyway doesn’t matter. And things were going well till the 3rd date…

He didn’t fully confirm the time till like a day before, he showed up almost an hour late (and smelled of booze from the nite before), and then broke a boundary of mine at the end (although he said he misunderstood me. At this point idk if I wasn’t clear enough or hes just saying that. Idk doesn’t matter now).

Anyway yah all pretty bad things, even if none of it was malicious. But I seriously considered still giving him a chance as long as he never repeated all those things.

But then I started to feel conflict internally. I was feeling like I wanted to hide all these things from my friend (who’s opinion I deeply value and respect), and started to feel like I had to like “teach” him a lot of shit.

So I really sat with the feeling and sorted thru my data rather than listening to the voice in my head that likes to gaslight me.

And according to the data I gathered from just observing and interacting with him, he actually had a good amount of red flags that were more subtle (at least for me). I’ll list them just for me to look back on.

-bartender that drinks for his job (personal red flag cus ppl that drink heavily are triggering for me)

-mentioned blacking out recently

-definitely has been in the service industry for a while (red flag cus ppl tend to get stuck in that cycle and I would kno)

-mentioned something a bit strange abt turning empathy on and off. (Mayb not a red flag but I guess I was more confused abt it)

-didn’t follow thru with something I asked him to do (wasn’t taking it serious enough).

-was pretty bad at communicating, like didn’t respond for over a week when trying to make plans.

And ya there were prob more little things I just can’t remember but those are the ones I can think of rn.

So ya looking at all of this I was like damn..I guess he’s got to go!! Bc also I notice a red flag in myself is when I feel the need to b sneaky and like omit information. And like trying to excuse or reason with myself that’s oh theyre not bad, they’re not malicious etc.

And to note, bc my past experiences with ppl have been so horrendous, my scale of wat is ok and wat isn’t is incredibly fucked. Where basically if it’s not blatantly terrible then I’m like welll it can change! Or like it’s fine I can ignore it!

In conclusion, even if ppl aren’t malicious or actively trying to hurt me, if they cannot meet me where I’m at and respect my time and energy then it simply cannot work.

It’s taken me so long to be able to really be active abt this but I’m here now and I’m proud of myself for ending things with him. Bc honestly it prob would’ve just gotten worse if he showed me that much of himself so early on.

I don’t have hard feelings towards him, and I was excited to pursue this D/s dynamic with him but unfortunately it didn’t work. It was hard to make that decision, and tbh I cried abt it, but I’d rather b disappointed than to have my fucking heart shattered and pummeled again lol.

All I have to do is see all the mistakes I made in my most recent relationship and how it just destroyed me bc I actively ignored all the red flags. NEVER AGAIN!! I fucking refuse.

[trashyswitch]

Logan's Invention Trouble

Logan had created a new machine that could grip and tickle you if you step up to it. But, faulty wiring leads to Logan getting stuck in his own invention! And due to an unlucky break, Logan has to rely on some not-so-reliable people to save him from his own foolishness.

This fanfic was suggested by @gamequeenanya. I hope you enjoy, Violet!

His new invention had been a wonderful success. He had tested it on a dummy, and had tested it on the air to see the controls without a person in the machine. To Logan’s happiness, it worked like a gem. Logan had originally set it up to be button activated. However, that was only for the testing. So, Logan decided to make it motion controlled instead, to guarantee a surprise for everyone that walked into it.

After finishing up the motion sensor, Logan threw the dummy down in front of the machine. Quickly, many pairs of hands gathered the dummy’s hands and feet, and started doing its expected thing. Logan smiled at his own success and clicked the button to shut it down. Slowly, the hands slowed down to a stop and let the dummy go.

He planned to gather the dummy. But before he got even remotely close, Logan had switched the motion sensor off so that he didn’t end up caught in the machine.

However…

Logan didn’t really know this, but the wiring had been done incorrectly, making the button completely useless. The button didn’t shut off the motion sensor. If anything, it alerted the sensor that something was gonna be coming to it very soon.

Confident that the button had turned it off however, Logan walked up to the machine to retrieve the dummy.

Suddenly, the machine grabbed Logan’s hands! Logan yelped the moment his hand was grabbed, and immediately made the realization that the button was faulty! It was way too late for that though, and Logan’s bodily functions took over as about 15 hands tickled his armpits, sides, ribs, belly, feet, back of the knees, and the shoulderblades.

OH NO!

“GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHO GEHEHEHEHEEEZ! WHAHAHAT HAHAHAHAPPEHEHEHENED?!” Logan asked.

Logan realized something even worse than the tickles:

Logan hadn’t added a proper timer to the machine yet! He had planned to add the timer after he had gathered the dummy!

That means that the machine was gonna tickle tickle tickle him forever! Or, until someone clicks the button that he had foolishly dropped during the attack! And the other unfortunate part, was that the remote was JUST out of reach of his foot! But the hand that had grabbed his foot, would automatically lift his foot back into position if he even tried to reach out to click it!

The only way he’d ever get out, will involve getting one of the sides to help him out!

This was a nightmare come true! Or...Well, Logan would say a mixed emotion-kinda dream. It was a nightmare in how he was gonna get out, but it was a dream that Logan could experience the machine first hand.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHELP! SOHOHOMEOHOHONE!” Logan called.

This was gonna be so embarrassing to explain...But dammit all, Logan needed out!

Logan looked around and tried to get out himself. But each time he would pull on the restraints, the hands nearby would tickle harder for a few seconds each, to further weaken him! Logan knew this was a thing that came with installing the motion sensor...He knew that he added this due to his intense ler mood...But this just gave fuel to the fire!

Logan growled as he felt powerless against his own machine. What a joke...Of course the inventor will get stuck in his own invention! It’s bound to happen! But this is just too much!

Finally, after what felt like hours, someone followed his laughter to the laboratory.

“Logan? Are you...laughing?!” Someone asked.

“HEHEHEHELP MEEEEHEHEHEHE!” Logan begged.

The person peeked his head in and widened his eyes. “Holy Zeus...What is thihihis?!” The person asked.

As you could tell by the reaction, this intruder was Roman.

“HEHEHEHELP! IHIHIHI’M STUHUHUHUHUCK!” Logan shouted to him.

“Ihihi can tehehell!” Roman reacted, giggling. “What in the name of Peter Pan did you get yourself stuck in?!” Roman asked.

“IHIHIT’S AHAHA MAHAHACHIHIHINE! PLEHEHEHEASE HEHEHELP!” Logan begged.

“Well...How do I turn it off?” Roman asked.

“BUHUHUTTON! BEHEHELOHOHOW MYHYHY FEHEHEHEET!” Logan replied, pointing to the remote that laid on the floor.

Roman looked up and immediately noticed the cameras. “Uh oh...It’s motion censored?!” Roman reacted. “Now why would you make a tickling machine motion sensored?” Roman asked.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP AHAHAND GEHEHET MEHEHE OHOHOUT!” Logan begged.

Roman gasped and grabbed the remote. But he didn’t press the button...not yet.

“Now you listen here, you son of a sword! You, as the damsel in distress, are relying on me, the hero, to save you from the eeeevil tickle machine of your own invention!” Roman explained. “Perhaps you should treat the hero with a little more respect?” Roman asked.

“JUHUHUST PREHEHESS IHIHIHIT!” Logan begged.

“No way! Not yet. I wanna hear more of your cute little laughter.” Roman told him.

Out of all the people to call his hero…

Logan tried to get out himself, but winded up causing the hands at his feet to tickle more. “eeEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE TOHOHOHOES!” ogan begged helplessly. “PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRYHYHYHY!” Logan told him.

He was gonna need some wine after he’s done this…

Roman smiled at the apology and clicked the button. Slowly, the hands started to slow down and stopped tickling the man.

Logan let out a long breath of relief and gasped for air while the hands lowered him down and let go. “Th...Thank you.” Logan told him.

Roman nodded in response and immediately noticed a button that was labelled on the remote:

[CAPTURE]

Roman smiled and clicked the button.

Quickly, the hands grabbed Logan’s hands, feet and torso, and held him up again. “eeEEK! Um...What are you doing?” Logan asked.

“Tell me: Why did you create an invention for tickling people?” Roman asked.

Logan face blushed almost immediately after hearing that word. “Uuuuuuh...Well…” Logan mumbled.

“Welll???” Roman teased. “A little reminder that I have the remote~” Roman added.

Logan growled and pulled on his hands. “Just let me out, you mischievous beast!” Logan shot back.

“Ooooh! Refusing to reply to my message? And calling me names?!” Roman reacted.

Roman clicked a couple buttons on the remote. “You just earned yourself some more feet tickles, sir.” Roman decided.

Logan squealed as the hands touched his feet and started tickling. But not just any hands...Roman’s hands! Roman had knelt down and started tickling Logan’s sensitive feet! Logan giggled at the tickles and laughed as the inner arch, the balls of his foot and the heels were tickled bit by bit.

“Rohohohoho cohohome ohohohon! Whyhyhyhy?” Logan asked.

Roman smiled. “Why did you make the tickle machine?” Roman asked. “I know you’re hiding something.”

Logan refused to answer. “Ihihihi’m nahahahat tehehellihihing yohohohou!” Logan shot back.

“Oh? And why is that?” Roman asked.

“Nohohone ohohof yohohohour beeeheheheezwahahahax!” Logan replied confidently.

“Oooooh! Looks like I’m gonna keep on tickle tickle tickling you then!” Roman decided.

Roman had moved up to Logan’s kneecaps, when someone else walked in.

“Oh? What’s this?” someone asked.

Roman turned around and brightened up. “Hello little stormcloud! You just caught me in the middle of a ticklish interrogation! Logan got himself stuck in this machine he made, and I’m trying to find out why he made it.” Roman explained to the man.

As you could tell by the nickname, the third person who walked into the room was Virgil.

“Oh? Huh...What have you found out so far?” Virgil asked, growing curious.

“None of your beeswax, was Logan’s sacred answer. So, I guess I have to keep going till he answers me.” Roman replied.

Virgil chuckled. “Mind if I have that remote?” Virgil asked.

Roman nodded. “Sure! Thankfully, all the remote buttons are labeled, so it’s fairly easy to figure out how they work.” Roman explained.

“Looks like it. I see I can choose the amount of hands I want to tickle Logan.” Virgil explained. “How about...2 to start? And...On the hips.” Virgil decided.

Virgil clicked the buttons [2] and [HIPS], and watched as the fingers squeezed and tweaked Logan’s hips.

Logan’s laughter grew a little louder as he laughed, and grew higher in octave as well. “VEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE! MEHEHERCYYYHYHYHYHY!” Logan pleaded.

“Are you gonna tell us? Tell us the reason behind such a funny invention?” Virgil asked.

“NOHOHO! IHIHIT’S EHEHEMBARASSIHIHIHING!” Logan told them.

“We don’t care. We’re not gonna tell.” Virgil told him. “The only person we might tell is Patton. But that’s only because he’d love to hear it.” Virgil added.

Logan mentally sighed. He really had to tell them, or else he wouldn’t be freed. Logan finally gave in.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY FIHIHIHINE! IHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOHOHOU!” Logan told them.

“Promise?” Roman asked.

“YEHEHEHES! IHIHI PROHOHOMISE!” Logan replied desperately.

Roman smiled confidently and stopped tickling. Virgil also smiled and clicked the [STOP] button to stop the machine.

The machine took a moment or two to slow itself down, before letting the Logical side go. Logan sighed and breathed somewhat heavily to recuperate his lungs. Logan found his lungs to be heavy after being tickled so much.

Logan soon looked at Virgil and Roman. Roman was holding a bottle of water for him, while Virgil was holding a wet cold wash cloth for him. Logan smiled and happily took both items. Logan took a drink of water to help his throat, and dabbed off his face with the washcloth to help cool down. “Thank you, you two. I appreciate the care.” Logan told them.

“No problem.” Virgil replied.

“You gonna tell us now?” Roman asked.

Logan almost choked on his water. Damn...He forgot he had to tell the boys about why he made the invention.

Logan cleared his throat and put the lid onto his water bottle. “Well…” Logan took a moment. “I find that I have been growing more and more touch starved. Basically, I miss being touched, loved, and...tickled. So...I thought I could create a device that gives me what I desire for 5-10 minutes if I need it.” Logan told them.

Roman was about to cry. “Awwww, you poor being! I had no idea you felt that way!” Roman walked up and gave him a hug. “Sacred Wilbur, I would be dying if I were in your shoes.” Roman admitted.

Logan took the hug rather awkwardly, and looked to Virgil.

“I understand where you’re coming from. But, I didn’t expect...this to be a solution you would go for.” Virgil admitted. “You must’ve been desperate.”

Roman giggled. “I see you made a dummy of Thomas’s little Orange side.” Roman teased, showing him the somewhat decently made dummy.

Logan chuckled. “I think he deserves some love.” Logan admitted.

“Agreed.” Roman replied.

Virgil walked himself closer to the machine.

“VIRGIL WAIT-”

Virgil stopped, and yelped as the machine gathered Virgil’s arms and legs into the hands’ grip, and started tickling the key spots that Logan recommended it go for.

Logan bit his lip. “I...Forgot to mention that the machine is now motion sensored…” Logan admitted as he picked up the remote.

“WHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO EHEHEHEFFEHEHECTIVE!” Virgil reacted.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Logan told him as he clicked the [STOP] button. “I need to program a timer into the machine to let people got after 10 minutes or so...And I need to fix the [MC OFF] button.” Logan admitted.

Virgil was a giggly mess as he was let go. Noticing Virgil enjoyed it too, Logan clicked a couple buttons on the remote. The hands moved up to Virgil’s sides, and started to tickle and skitter.

Virgil squeaked and giggled helplessly, wiggling around and liking some of the tickles it offered.

“Thihihihis ihihis fuhuhuhun!” Virgil admitted.

“Oh oh oh! I wanna try!” Roman admitted, running to the camera. The sensor sensed Roman immediately, and eagerly watched as the machine gathered Roman into a little grip and started attacking his armpits, feet, and belly.

Logan widened his eyes. He did not know that the machine could tickle two people at once! Roman was lucky he didn’t get caught in the machine earlier…

And so...Virgil, Roman and Logan all enjoyed the machine...And before Logan could get the timer installed, they always made sure that someone had the remote.

Otherwise they would be stuck in the tickle machine forever…

[robinrequiems]

i wonder what a random person stumbling across my page and then seeing a shit ton of random rambles would say. anyway.

cashier damian:

• ok. so this is a world where Damian lives with dick 100%ly of the time because Bruce never came back to life:)

• and also this is a regular universe/no capes

• so they live in bludhaven with alfred

• dick sorta. spoiled damian a bit. by accident. and Damian needed to learn the glory of being a cashier at a shitty grocery store that has flickering lights and smells disgusting.

• so he made damian get a job, Damian needs to relish in the experience of making his own money. it’ll do him good

• he works friday night and on Saturday + Sunday.

• and jon once came in at like.. 11 pm to get food since he and his friends were road tripping around since jon finally got his license.

• and they somehow ended up in bludhaven. oops. which was like.. hours away. they are so dumb.

• but anyways. they are in a shady looking convenient store in one of the most crime ridden areas known to man.. they picked up some chips and sodas and went to the only open lane.

Jon: hi!

Damian: hello.

Jon: beautiful night isn’t it?

Damian: not really, bludhaven is the opposite of beautiful.

Jon: welll im looking at someone beautiful right now.

Damian: you and i have very different definitions of beautiful.

• damian would never count himself beautiful, not with the permanent resting bitch face and tired eyes. he knew he looked like a mess. he had came from school where he already spent all his energy.

• after paying:

Damian: okay. go. I want to lock up and go home.

Jon: you’re going home this late? Isn’t that dangerous?

Damian: Yes. I live life on the edge.

• jon couldn’t understand that, jon barely did anything rebellious or dangerous.. holy shit he’s gonna be in so much trouble. so jon quickly ran out of the store and into his car, basically throwing the bag of snacks at tai ( sorry tai )

• damian just watched as that all happened and casually began closing up the store, wondering who the hell that boy even was.

neighbors:

• when Damian moved to metropolis to study at metropolis u, he did not expect to have a overwhelming roommate who literally took damians boxes for him and took them to his apartment. even though Damian said he didn’t want him to

Jon: oooh, your place is so nice! oh im jon, by the way!

Damian: okay, now get out

• and that was the first time damian shooed the boy out of his apartment

• damian had alfred the cat living with him, and that little bastard ran out his door and into jons apartment. Damian was so close to just letting alfred stay there. He didn’t want to talk to this guy. This guy was weird

• but here he was. knocking on the door.

Jon: heyy neighbor!

Damian: my cat.

Jon: y-huh?

Damian: my cat ran in here when you had your door open.

Jon: oh! Well come in!

• jons place wasn’t messy, besides the amount of soda cans on the table. oh and now jons friends were staring at him. he wanted to commit murder

Jon: everyone! This is my neighbor!…

Damian: Damian.

Jon: Damian! Isn’t he—

Damian: Alfred.

Jon: huh?

Damian: I came here for my cat, idiot.

Jon: ohhh yeah yeah

• what rhe hell was jon on to be this hyper??

• damian spotted the dumbass sweet cat on the counter and went to grab him before trying to leave quickly because he got what he wanted

• but of course. jon tried to stop him

Jon: you aren’t gonna stay??):

Damian: no.

• and failed

• the next time damian saw him was when he was trying to hold boxes and reusable grocery bags

• jon went to help since damian looked like he was going to drop them all

• damian appreciated it

• he did not appreciate the fact jon was just walking around his apartment like he owned the place

Jon: did you paint these?

Damian: yes.

Jon: they’re beautiful

• damian will never admit that he was blushing or felt. happy. he liked compliments okay

• but still. getting jon out of his apartment was hard

Jon: sooo, do you work?

Damian: no, i go to metropolis university.

Jon: no way! Me tooo!

• ugh.

• after getting Jon out the room, he finally had peace

• until the week after where Damian saw jon walking to the university. In the rain. He.. okay. He isn’t a shit human being.

Damian: hey, idiot!

Jon: huuhh? Oh! Hey, neighbor

Damian: get in the car

Jon: wha-???

Damian: im kidnapping you.

• so that’s how Damian ended up riding with Jon on the days they had a class at the same time

• damian doesn’t know how he got into this mess

• and alfred apparently is such a little asshole and keeps running out the door whenever he opens it to leave and tries to get to jon

• ( alfwed the cat is a matchmaker :)) )

• jon and Damian became closer eventually

• spending the night at each other’s.

• cuddling. borderline dating..

• oh. borderline dating. ah shit.

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So what if for a motive instead of kokichi being a giant he’s shrunk and stuck with shuichi :0! ( like continuing off of the other motive writing you did -)

hiii I'm glad for this req I was hoping someone would catch my drift and ask for a sequel since I had an idea for it in mind 💃 altho I took a wittle little bit of liberty with your req I hope you don't mind

(again terribly sorry for the delay friend I hardly had any time for this hope you'll enjoy either way)

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Word count: 1800

Summary: The game master has a new dirty trick up their sleeve to get rid of a certain little liar; but Kokichi isn't going down so easily, even with the threat of now death waiting for him at every corner.

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It seemed the mastermind wasn’t too pleased when the motive hadn’t gotten him murdering and executed, so their next plan was to get him directly murdered.

Kokichi stands in Monokuma’s shadow, expression blank in face of the bear’s cruel cackles. It's a wonder how the mastermind can see him as a threat when he hasn't been able to stop any of the past murders, but he's still flattered that he's managed to mess with their plans enough that they'd stoop to such a low motive.

When the monochromatic bear leaves, Kokichi is left silently staring at the rest of his classmates from his spot on the cafeteria table, standing at the miserable height of a toy. Any other day, jokes and taunts and lies would be flowing out of his mouth, but his mind doesn’t come up with anything when he’s surrounded by classmates who he knows are already thinking of killing him and hiding his body to avoid a class trial; the same classmates whom he could hold in the palm of his hand only yesterday.

Silent and unmoving as he is, they must think him a scared little child; Kokichi Ouma, supreme leader of evil, reduced to some cute joke, some fanservice for an audience to coo at before he inevitably dies. The thought of the mastermind looking down on him and laughing to themselves at the moment is near sickening.

Kiibo is first to speak up, “So… What should we do about this?”

“I say,” Maki’s reply is instantaneous, like she’d been waiting to say those next words for too long, “We end this killing game right here and now.”

And when she takes a swift step forward, red eyes piercing through his tiny form with a murderous intent he’s seen too many times already, Kokichi can’t do anything but resign himself to the fact that he won’t live to stop the killing game.

Then something darts in front of him and blocks his view, and he thinks he somehow must’ve dreamed the words, “Maki, don’t hurt him.”

It takes his paranoid brain longer than he’d like to admit to realize that the hand in front of him isn’t coming to grab him and squeeze his guts out, rather, it’s shielding him. A gesture he wouldn’t expect coming from anyone in this room, except-

“You can't fall for the mastermind's trick so easily.” Shuichi stands towering in front of him in a protective stance, like some knight in shining armor; and to think this is the same boy who was cowering in his presence only days ago.

"Yeah! Harumaki, you promised, remember?" Kaito, the actual knight in shining armor of the academy, doesn't come to protect him; instead, he steps up to Maki and places a hand on her shoulder. Of course, when killer girl is trying to kill poor lil' Kokichi, it's still her who needs help and support and not the doll-sized villainous boy about to be murdered. "This has gotta be a trap or somethin'."

"Right," Shuichi joins in. He briefly glances over his shoulder at Kokichi, and the now tiny boy meets his gaze with the same blank expression. "Think about it, doesn't this new motive seem more like a way to…" his gaze lingers on Kokichi's small form for a second longer, before he tears it away, "… to get rid of a specific classmate?"

"Yeah," Kaito chimes in, "I'm starting to think the mastermind wants Kokichi dead for whatever reason," The grave expression on his face matches the morbidity of his statement. He slams his fists together in determination, "We can't let that happen."

"I do agree," Kiibo pipes up, "That if Kokichi was the enemy hiding among us, it wouldn't make sense to put himself in such… disadvantageous situation," he's hesitant and careful with his choice of word, like he could somehow be tiny-phobic.

"You're all overthinking this too much," Maki's cold gaze falls back on him, and if looks could kill, a body discovery announcement would have played out, "The killing game stops when the mastermind is dead. Simple as that."

The pressure of her stare threatens to crush him. Kokichi's legs nearly give out under his weight, and his first reaction is to stumble a few steps back and plaster a grin on his face.

“Pish posh, poor Harumaki… wants to kill me so badly, she's ready to do it in front of everyone,” His voice nearly wavers, he takes another step back for good measure. No use in trying to reason with an assassin or try to gain anyone’s sympathy; it’s always easier to stick to the role he’s written himself into.

Kokichi speaking for the first time seems to trigger the whole cafeteria to erupt in a cacophony again. Maki tries to push past Kaito and Shuichi to get her grubby hands on the little leader, and the two boys defend him (at least he thinks they do); someone yawns and someone else gasps and exclamations and accusations are thrown around.

"There has to be more to this motive!"

"You're protecting him over a maybe?"

"This is terrible, we shouldn't fight!"

"Nyeh… we still haven't had breakfast…"

They argue and bicker, like they always do when a new motive is presented and they don’t know what to make of it. Kokichi finds it easy enough to block out the obnoxious voices. He lets cold logic take over his mind and shadow his fear as he assesses the situation.

Even if he refuses, they'll probably force him to be baby-sat by someone. Staying with Maki or Miu is out of the question. Kiibo would be a good choice if Kokichi wanted the eyes of the mastermind and the audience on his back at all time, and Himiko would be a good choice if he wanted all the protection of a bodyguard who doesn't tolerate him and sleeps most of the time.

Gonta does tolerate him and has already worked with him in the past; he wouldn't be a bad choice, but for now Kokichi has a feeling he'll end up sleeping in a bug case with cockroaches if he goes with the giant entomologist, so he'll pass. Kaito superman-wannabe-Momota wouldn't be so bad either, but he'll probably take advantage of the situation and try to get the tiny boy to open up about his super evil dark past or whatever; so again, he'll pass for now.

And then there's Shuichi… Staying with his beloved detective, they could stay up late at night and braid each other's hair and share their secrets, they could make plans together and explore the school and beat the mastermind like some iconic duo, they could even pick that night's game of chess back up since Kokichi still remembered the setting of the board. Staying with Shuichi, truely a dream come true, and a dream right in his reach. But he wasn't in dreamland, he was stuck in a killing game hell where he couldn't let his facade slip and show vulnerability so easily to the protagonist of their game. His eyes fall to the floor with the shame of entertaining such a dream before remembering the sobering reality. Staying with Shuichi is out the question.

Kokichi goes back to listening to the conversarion, but he finds the room silent and eight pairs of eyes on him.

“Kokichi,” Shuichi speaks again. The boy is tempted to look away, but he forces his eyes to meet the giant detective's faded gold ones, “you can stay with me if you want?"

A taunting smirk pushes its way to his face. “Man, Saihara wants to get a hold of me so he can do all kindsa weird stuff to me? Ew ew ew, so gross, I'm so terrified! How could you do this to a frightened little boy?”

“Kokichi,” he considers the exasperation in the detective’s tone a victory to him, although an unpleasant one, “You don’t need to be so obnoxious, if there’s someone you want to stay with, you can say it.” Sheesh, wasn't Shuichi dying to talk to him the other night?

His best option isn’t ideal, but he can't get too picky in his current situation. “Welll, I think I’d like to stay with big sis Shirogane!” he hears the girl in question sputter a noise of surprise, and all eyes turn to her.

“What are you planning?” Maki speaks again after a long silence, voice betraying her skepticism.

“Oh, are you jealous I didn’t pick you, big sis Harumaki?” Do you want to die?

“Do you want to die?” Bingo. Too predictable.

“Uhm,” Tsumugi’s meek voice cuts him off before he can retort, “Why me? I-I mean, I don’t mind, I just don’t understand?”

Kokichi turns to her, and she nearly flinches at his attention. At least there’s one person in the room who’s still intimidated by him. “I just wanted to stay with my absolute favourite girl in this academy," as he says that, he walks around Shuichi's still outstretched hand to better face the absolute favourite girl in question, shooting on his way a quick glance up the detective, "aaand there's also this one cosplay I really wanna try now that I'm cutie-sized. That is, if Shirogane is fine with it?"

Tsumugi looks down to her feet and starts to vibrate with excitement hard enough that he can feel it under his feet. "O-Oh, I am fine with it. I wonder if we're both thinking of the same anime… but the only male character there has a dark skin tone, and there's one girl that really looks like you… You don't mind wearing a dress, do you?" She's already walking up to him with an outstretched hand, as if driven by the by the force of her love of cosplay.

Kokichi blinks his fear away and steps into the unsteady surface, immediately understanding the fear and discomfort in Shuichi's face that last night. Questions and accusations are still coming at him left and right, but he pointedly ignores it all and waves back to his remaining classmates with his cockiest smile as he leaves in the giant girl's hand, mind already buzzing with plans to survive the new motive.

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hope you don't mind the bit of saiou angst twist thing in the end 😔😔 I was too tempted to resist. Well hope u enjoyed dear !!

[hqrbinger]

SORRY FOR REPLYING LATE BUT YOUR ENTIRE ANSWER FOR MY PREVIOUS ASK ABT THE OMORI OST WAS ABSOLUTELY FACTS !!!

stop bc the music besides the tree stump is literally one of my faves too 🥺 and yes im so happy i have someone 2 talk to abt omori as well! i may not be remotely close to the ending but it is honestly such a well done game, it mixes surrealism and horror with tragedy so fucking well 😭 i stg i could go on forever abt it but ill shut up now HAHAHA

anyways curse my beloved how are you? omg i saw this ask b4 and its super cute so: what were 5 things that made u happy today?

reminder that ily loads !! <3 make sure u take care & stay hydrated mmkay?

also i may or may not have a surprise for you later muahaha

(i saw ur other ask but i figured it was u quill LMAOOOOWSEKDJFRHSD)

DWDW IK U ARE WRITING FOR UR EVENT RN !!! (i still cant get over how u filled my req im literally,,,,, im,,,, im struggling to function i just want a beach date w him NOW) but yeah same i can literally go on for HOURS abt how beautifully this game covers a child's response to intense trauma..... but ill put the topic to rest for now until u finish the game SDAJKDSFSD

IM DOING ALRIGHT THANK U FOR ASKING 😭😭 how are you my darling quill? omg that IS SUPER CUTESKDJFHSDF welll lets see.... i got to take a nice beach walk in the morning and it was just gorgeous out, my mom bought some mochi which was super yummy, i was able to draw a bit today, SEEING U IN MY INBOX <333 AND I WAS SPOILED BY THE MOST AMAZING XIAO FIC IVE EVER READ !!!! (brb im going to ur inbox to ask u the same question this was so adorable)

ILY QUILL 😭😭 surprise.. hehe if it is what i think it is IT WAS THE BEST SURPRISE EVER MWUAH MWUAH !!! i hope u have a wonderful day oh my god u are too sweet

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. lewis sits up, face scrunched up, with some pain, from his wrist and tailbone. jade hops over wraith, reaching towards lewis. wraith does not react to being stepped over, dealing with some arm pain of his own, theres little squiggles reprenting pain. his mouth looks slightly wrong, faintly pale purple and jagged. theres with jades hand reaching down, and in the background wraith pushes his upper body up with his  good arm, looking directly at the two. his body has changed, his hair floating unrestrained by gravity, and the tips of his fingers now pointed: the fingers themselves not the nails, and are turning lilac, as is his face, his nose sunken in, eyes now wide and larger than a humans should be, with deep shadows around, and his mouth wide and jagged, the skin cracking apart into irregular points only loosely described as teeth. lewis pauses mid-getting up, kneeling and staring back wide eyes and terrified, holding hands with jade, who also stares over, slightly less terrified and a littl bit more ‘oh shit’. both backlit from the light from the street below, frozen.

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Conversation in a Diner

「…なるほどぉ…それはなかなかたいへんですねー…」 "...I seee.... That's quite serious...."

ホット・ミルクをすすりつつ、ちっとみたいへんそうじゃない口調でゼロスはいづちをうつ。 Xellos said in a tone that didn't sound serious at all, sipping hot milk.

近くの村のちいさなメシ屋。 A little eating house in a nearby village.

かなり遅めの昼食をとりながら、あたしはこれまでのいきさつを、彼に説明したのだった。 While having a rather late lunch, I had explained the sequence of events to him.

時間がはずれているせいか、あたしたちのほかにはほとんど客もいない。 Possibly because the time was wrong, there were almost no customers other than us.

「けど、今ふと思ったりしたんですけど、呪文が封じられているなら、僕の呪符（タリスマン）を買ったところで無意味なんじゃないですか？」 "But—it's just occurred to me—if your spells are blocked, wasn't your purchase of my talismans pointless?"

「そうでもないわよ。一日一回術を唱えて様子を見てるんだけど、どーも封印が弱くなってきてるみたいなの。ほんのちょっとずつ、だけどね。封じられたその日は、『明り（ライティング）』を唱えたってなーんも起きなかったんだけど、きのう唱えてみたら、なんとかローソクくらいの明るさになったわ。…ま、それもすぐ消えちゃったし、攻撃呪文なんてそれこそ唱えるだけムダってもんでしょうけど…この呪符があればなんとか、初級の攻撃呪文くらいは扱えるんじゃないかなー、って」 "No, actually. I've been chanting one spell a day and watching the results, and it looks like the binding's getting weaker. Just a little bit at a time, though. The day of the binding, I recited the Lighting spell and nothing happened at all, but when I tried it yesterday I managed about a candle's worth of light. ...Well, it vanished almost instantly, and attack spells don't work at all, but... with these talismans I figured I might be able to pull off an elementary attack spell, maybe."

「なるほど…しかし、術の封印がゆるんで来ているとゆーのは…マゼンダさんの術が甘かったか、でなければ、あなたの魔力容量（キャパシティ）がケタ外れに大きいのか…」 "I see.... But if the seal is loosening, that means... either Ms. Mazenda's spell was lax, or (if that's not the case) your magical capacity is exceptionally large...."

「いずれにしろ、だましだましやりながら、まずはなんとかガウリイと会流しないと…」 "Either way, while using every trick in the book, first I have to run into Gourry somehow...."

あたしは空になった皿に目を落としたままでつぶやく。 I muttered, looking down into my now-empty plate.

「…まあ、ガウリイの方は、彼のことだから、なんとかやってると思うんだけど…それより心配なのはアメリアの方ね」 "...Actually, Gourry can probably take care of himself... Amelia's more worrying."

「大丈夫なんじゃないですか」 "Isn't it all right? / She's probably just fine."

「…どーゆー根拠でそーゆーのーてんきなセリフが吐けるのよ？」 "How can you say something so scatterbrained? / What basis do you have that makes you able to say such a heedless thing?"

「そりゃあまあ…ですねぇ…」 "Wellll... you seee...."

彼はホット・ミルクをひとくちこくんっ、と飲みくだし、 He took a deep drink of his hot milk, swallowed.

「えぇっと…さっきの状況なら、敵はそのアメリアさんを、その場で殺すこともできたはずですよね。ナイフか何かでひと突きすればすんだことなんですから。それをわざわざ、荷物になるのを承知の上で連れていったということは、何かに利用する、というつもりがあったからでしょう？」 "Mmm... based on the situation earlier, the enemy could have killed this Miss Amelia right there, yes? A single stab with a knife or some such thing would have done it. Despite knowing that she'd be a burden, they went out of their way to take her along with them, which suggests that they must have some use for her, right?"

「―つまり、あたしたちをおびき寄せるエサね」 "—In short, as bait to lure us in."

「そういうことです」 "That sort of thing,"

こっくるうなずくゼロスくん。 Xellos said, nodding.

あたしはため息をつきながら、 I sighed.

「…あのねぇ…それくらいはあたしだって読んでるわよ。あたしの心配してるのは、つまり…何とゆーか…命があったからって無事だとは限らない、ってことよ」 "...Now, look... I'd figured that much out myself. What I'm worried about is, well... how do I say this... just because somebody's alive doesn't mean they're all right."

ようやく運ばれてきた食後の香茶をすすりながらあたしは言う。 I took a sip of the after-meal tea that had finally arrived.

「それもだいじょーぶなんじゃないですか」 "That's probably just fine, too,"

またもやカルク彼は言う。 he said lightly (again).

「敵にマゼンダさんがいっらしゃる以上、そのアメリアさんの術を封じることもできますから、喉をつぶす、などという手段は取らないでしょう。それに、敵にしてみれば、アメリアさんを盾にして、あなたたちを倒したあとは、もちろん彼女を殺してしまうつもりでしょうが…どうせ殺すなら、儀式にでも使ったほうが合理的じゃあありませんか」 "Since Ms. Mazenda is among our enemies, this Miss Amelia's magic can be sealed, which means they probably won't crush her throat or anything like that. In addition, looking at it from their point of view, while they almost certainly intend to kill Miss Amelia after using her as a shield and defeating you (plural), wouldn't it be more rational to use her in, say, a ceremony or some such thing, since they're going to kill her anyway?"

「―儀式!?」 "—A ceremony!?"

香茶を持った手を止めて、あたしは思わず問い返。 I exclaimed, my tea-holding hand stopping.

「そうです。敵も一応宗教集団ですから。宗教に凝ったひとって、なぜか儀式とかが大好きなんですよね。ましてや敵は、魔王信仰などというシロモノ。となれば儀式として考えられるのは…」 "Yes. The enemy is also more or less part of a kind of religious group. For some reason, elaborately religious people love rituals and such-like. And our enemy worships a demon king, which means that when it comes to rituals...."

「生け贄!?」 "Live sacrifice!?"

思わず声を上げるあたし。 I blurted.

「そいうことです。生け贄は、なるべく清く美しいものというのがセオリーです。ならば彼らは、アメリアさんに無意味な迫害をしたりはしないでしょう。…しっかし…」 "That sort of thing, yes. The theory is that a live sacrifice should be as pure and beautiful as possible. That being the case, they shouldn't meaninglessly persecute Miss Amelia. ...Still...."

ゼロスくん、やや複雑な苦笑を浮かべ、 Displaying a wry smile with slightly mixed emotions, Xellos continued,

「あの連中、人間があがめたてまつったからって言って、魔族がよろこんで、何かしてくれるとでも思ってるんでしょうかねぇ…本気で」 "Do you suppose those people really think that just because they've reverently offered up a human, mazoku will be pleased and do something for them... seriously."

「ま、他力本願で自分勝手に生きよう、ってぇ奴は多いから」 "Well, there're a lot of people who want to rely on others so they can live however they want,"

ため息まじりにあたしは言う。 I sighed.

「神サマの方につぃたら、どうしたって『自分勝手』の方が実現できないから、なら魔王の方の力を借りよう、ってなもんじゃないの？」 "It's a 'since we can't get 'however I want' by going to God, let's borrow a demon king's power,' sort of thing, right?"

「…ま、そんなところですか…」 "...Well, something like that...."

醒めた表情で言うゼロス。 Xellos said with a jaded expression.

「―あ。けどさ。敵が、人質として使い終わったあとは生け贄にしよう、ってとこまで思いつかなかったら？」 "—Oh. But hey. What if they don't think of using her as a sacrifice after they're done using her as a hostage?"

「それはないでしょう。なにしろクロツさんは、徹底した合理主義者ですから」 "They almost certainly will. After all, Mr. Kurotsu is a complete pragmatist."

「…クロツ？」 "Kurotsu?"

どこかで聞いたことがあるよーな…？ I have the feeling I've heard that name somewhere before...?

「あのひとたちのボス…教祖様、って言うんですかね」 "Their boss... guru, I suppose."

あ。そーか。 Ah. I see.

確か三人で敵の集会所へ言った時、あのバルグモンとかいう男が言っていた名である。 If I'm remembering right, when we three went to the enemy's meeting place, that Bargumon guy said the name.

「それで―あんたの方は、いったい連中とどーゆーふーに関わってたわけ？」 "So—how are you mixed up with these guys?"

「いやぁ…実はライゼールの方で、彼らとあるものの取りあいやってたんですよ。ま、くわしく話せば長くなるので、かいつまんで話しますけど結局クロツさんたちが、まんまとそれを手に入れて、本拠地のここへ帰って来て、ということです」 "Welll.... The fact is, we were both trying to get the same thing in Raizel. Telling the whole thing would take a long time, so this is just a summary, but ultimately Kurotsu and his people successfully got hold of it and returned to their headquarters here."

「…思いっきりかいつまんで話したわね…ま、いいけど…それで、一体何なの？その『あるもの』ってぇのは？」 "...That's an extremely summarized summary, isn't it. ...Well, whatever. So, what is it? That 'thing' you were both after?"

「…いやぁ、はっはっは。たいしたもんじゃありませんよ」 "...Ah, nooo, ha ha ha. It's [not an important/a trivial] object,"

言いながら、視線をそらし、ホット・ミルクをまたひと口。 he said, looking away and taking another drink of hot milk.

「あのねぇ…あんな連中やあんたみたいなのが争奪戦やってるよーなモノが、つまんないもんのはずないでしょーが。…正直に答えちゃいなさいよ」 "Now look... anything that that bunch and someone like you are fighting over couldn't possibly be boring, could it. ...Be honest/frank/straightforward."

「…いや…まあ…その…」 "...No... well... that's...."

ゼロスくん、何やらもぐもぐ言いながら、やがてぽそりとつぶやくように、 Xellos, mumbling something, finally almost whispered,

「…ただの『写本』ですよ」 "...It’s just a manuscript."

「…写本…？」 "...A manuscript...?"

写本、って言ったって… Did he say 'a manuscript'....

―まさか!? —No way!?

「ちょっと待って！」 思わずいすから立ち上がるあたし。 Involuntarily, I stood. "Hold it right there!"

「リナさんっ！声が大きいですよっ！」 "Ms. Lina! You're being very loud!"

あわててなだめるゼロスのことばに、あたしはふたたびいすに腰かける。 Xellos said, hastily trying to get me to act normal again. I sat back down.

―店のおやじさんが、うさんくさそうな目でこちらを眺めているのを視界の片隅にとらえ、あたしは声を殺してゼロスに尋ねる。 I saw the shopkeeper staring at us suspiciously out of the corner of my eye. Suppressing my voice, I asked Xellos,

「…写本って、あの『写本』なの？」 "...When you say 'manuscript', do you mean that manuscript?"

「…たぶん…その写本です…」 "...It's... probably that manuscript...."

「―異界黙示録（クレアバイブル）―」 "—The Claire Bible (Otherworld Revelation)—"

あたしの小さなつぶやきに、彼はこっくりとうなずいた。 I whispered, and Xellos nodded.

異界黙示録。 The Claire Bible.

それは、魔道士の間に伝わる伝説だった。 It was a legend among magicians.

こことは別の世界の、魔族たちや、魔道の奥義が記されているという魔道書。 A book of magic telling the secrets of sorcery, and mazoku, from worlds other than this.

オリジナル一冊と、その部分的な、不完全な写本のいくつかのみが、どこかに存在するという。 The legend said that only the single complete original and a number of fragments, incomplete copies, exist... somewhere.

魔道士うちで、ただ『写本』と言う場合は、それ―異界黙示録、実在説が根強いが、確たる証拠があるわけでもなく、ただの伝説にすぎない、という者もいる。 Among mages, just saying "manuscript" means "Claire Bible manuscript"—the rumor of its existence is deep-seated, but there's no definite evidence and there are those who say it's nothing more than a legend.

しかし― However—

実在するのだ。異界黙示録は。 The Claire Bible does exist.

かつてあたしは、郷里（くに）の姉ちゃんといっしょに、ディルス王国へと行ったことがある。 Once, I visited the kingdom of Dirus with my older sister.

その王宮には、こんな話が伝わっていた。 In the royal palace, we heard this:

かつてここには『写本』が存在したのだが、かなり昔、何者かによって焼かれてしまった、と。 That once a manuscript existed here, but that it was burned by someone quite a long time ago.

しかし『写本』に書かれた内容は、代々王宮づきの賢者によって言い伝えられてきており、あたしは幸いそれを耳にすることができたのだが― But the contents of the manuscript had been passed down through generations by the sages attached to the royal palace, and happily I was able to hear it—

かなりうそくさい話ではあったが、あたしは面白半分に、その言い伝えをもとにして、ふたつの術を組み立てた。 It was a very untrue-sounding story, but just for the fun of it I used what I'd heard as the basis for constructing two magic spells.

そして、うちの一つは実際に発動したのだ。 And one of them actually worked.

―車破斬（ギガ・スレイブ）― —Giga Slave (Wheel Destroyer)—

魔王の中の魔王、『金色の魔王（ロード・オブ・ナイトメア）』の力を借りて、この世界に虚無を引き入れる術。 A magic that draws on the power of the demon lord of all demon lords, the Lord of Nightmare (the Golden Demon Lord), and brings nothingness itself into this world.

その破壊力は、人が使えるうちでもっとも強力と言われている、竜破斬（ドラグ・スレイブ）の力をかるく上回る。 Its destructive power can be said to be the strongest a person can wield, easily surpassing the power of the Dragon Slave.

もしもディルスの言い伝えが―いや、それよりもまず異界黙示録（クレアバイブル）とその写本の存在がでたらめならば、決して発動するはずのない術である。 If the things passed down in the kingdom of Dirus—no, if the idea that Claire Bible and its manuscripts exist were rubbish, that magic spell would never have worked.

それができてしまった、ということは、とりもなおさず、伝説の魔道書が実在することを意味していた。 The fact that it did means that the legendary book of magic truly exists.

しかし― However—

あたしはそのことを、魔道士協会には報告しなかった。 I didn't report that to the Mage's Association.

人が扱うには、あまりにも大きすぎる力のような気がしたのだ。 I had the feeling that it was far too much power for people to wield.

やりようによっては世界さえ、滅ぼしうるほどの力である。 It's a power that, depending on the way it's used, could destroy the world itself.

…とは言っても。 ...That said.

『写本』が実在するからと言っても、ゼロスくんとあの連中が取りあいをしたモノが、本物だったとは限らないが。 So manuscripts really exist—that didn't mean the thing Xellos and the cult were fighting for was the real deal. 

「…でも…その『写本』って、本物なんでしょうね？」 "...But... is that 'manuscript' of yours genuine?"

あたしはわざと、疑い��まなざしをゼロスに向ける。 I purposely turned a doubtful look on Xellos.

「どっかの村が、村おこしか何かのために『写本がある』なんてふれまわった、なんてことかもしんないわよ」 "Some village somewhere might've spread the rumor that there was a manuscript there in order to revitalize the place or something like that."

「―ああ。よくあるそ―ですねぇ。そ―いう事件」 "—Yes, indeed. That's a common event."

カルい口調で答えるゼロス。 Xellos answered in a light tone.

「『伝説の魔道書』と称して、自分で書いた愚にもつかない本を、マニアに高く売りつけるとか… けど今回のこれは、そ―いうのとは違うはずです。 僕のカン、というのもむろんありますけど、何よりクロツさんが、教団の主力の大半をあの『写本』の奪取にふりわけ、自分自身も足を運んだ― そこまでやる以上、かなりの確信があったはずです。 その点から考えてみても、あれが本物だという可能性は高いと思いますよ」 "Selling a nonsensical, self-written book to enthusiasts for a high price, calling it the legendary book of magic and so on.... But this one is probably different. There is, of course, my intuition, but above all else, Mr. Kurotsu put over half the cult's main force into taking that manuscript, and even took a personal hand himself—to go that far, he must have been quite certain. Even if you consider that point, I believe the probability of it being genuine is high."

…なんか苦しいリクツのよ―な気がするが… ...I have the feeling that theory's pretty strained....

しかし『写本』が本物かどうか、ということよりも、重要なのは― But more important than whether the manuscript is real or not is—

「それで―」 "So—"

あたしは彼の瞳をじっと見すえて言った。 I spoke looking right into his eyes.

「その『写本』には一体何が書かれているの？いや、それよりあなた、その『写本』を手に入れて、一体何するつもり？」 "Exactly what's in that manuscript? No, more importantly: what do you intend to do once you've gotten your hands on it?"

「…う―ん…」 "...Mmm...."

ゼロスはしばし、困ったような顔をして、 Xellos looked uncomfortable for a little while, then:

「…僕の方にもいろいろと事情がありまして…言えることと言えないことがあるんです。 ただ―これだけはお約束します。 絶対に、『写本』を悪用したりはしませんから」 "...I have various circumstances myself... there are things I can and can't say. However—I promise you this: I absolutely will not misuse the manuscript."

むろん― Naturally—

そうと言われて、はいそ―ですか、と信じるほど、あたしはお人好しじゃない。 I'm not good-natured enough to say "oh, okay" and believe someone just because they've said that.

しかしともあれ、彼がその、クロツたちと対立していることだけは、どうやら確かなようである。 But whatever the case, at least the fact that he and Kurotsu's bunch were opposed seemed certain.

ガウリイの行方もわからず、あたしの魔術もたよりにならない今となっては、たとえ一時的なものにせよ、味方がほしいところである。 At this moment I didn't know where Gourry was, couldn't rely on my magic, and wanted an ally even if only a temporary one.

「―わかったわ。それじゃあそのことについては聞かない。 …けど、連中の方は『写本』を使って一体何をするつもりなの？」 "—All right. In that case I won't ask about that. ...But what do that bunch plan to do with the manuscript?"

あたしの問いに、ゼロスは苦笑を浮かべつつ、 In response to my question, Xellos smiled wryly and said,

「…そりゃあ…僕に聞かれたって困りますけど…まあ、あ―いった人たちですから、すべての人が幸せになりますように、なんて目的でないことは確かでしょうね」 "That's... a little troubling, being asked that question... well, since they're the kind of people they are, it's probably certain that they're not going to wish for everyone's happiness or anything like that."

「なるほどね―ね、ひとつ提案があるんだけど―」 "Yeah. Say, I have a proposal—"

「一時手を組まないか―でしょ？」 "Shall we work together temporarily—right?"

「あたり。敵の本拠はわかんないけど、近くにあった集会所までなら案内してあげられるし、あたしとしても、味方がいた方が心強い」 "Bullseye. I don't know where the enemy's headquarters is, but I can guide you to a meeting place near here, and even I feel better having an ally."

「―いいですよ。それに、敵にマゼンダさんがいる以上、ほうっとくわけにもいきませんからね」 "—All right. Besides, since Ms. Mazenda's here, I can hardly leave things as they are, can I."

「…わけありね」 "...Because reasons, I'm guessing."

「秘密です」 "It's secret."

言ってゼロスは、人さし指を、自分の口に押しあてた。 Xellos said, and touched his index finger to his mouth.

―かくて。 —Thus.

あたしとゼロスとのにわかコンビは結成されたのだった。 The impromptu Lina-Xellos combo was formed.

[thisgirl-writes]

Professor’s Assistant - Part 4

Summary: College Junior, Sophie starts to develop a crush on her Political Science professor. Will it drive a wedge between her boyfriend Cody and her? Will it stay just a silly admiration?

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: Swearing

Part 3

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The rest of your weekend was spent cleaning the apartment in between homework breaks. Your procrastinator boyfriend was out with his friends instead of working on his classes. You took the opportunity of having the place to yourself to not only clean but to listen to your favorite playlist, “All Out 80s”. You connected your phone to play through the TV, it was something you did regularly when Cody was out. Partly because you two had different tastes in music, and because you needed music to clean. Since you were the only one to clean the place. You hit the “Shuffle Play” button, you smiled to yourself as you heard the opening chords to Guns N’ Roses, “Sweet Child O’ Mine” plays through the TV. You let the music take over and push the fight with Cody out of your mind. The only thing you focused on was cleaning the apartment and singing along to the songs you grew up listening to with your dad.

You weren’t sure how long you had cleaning, well it was more dancing than cleaning, but still. You had gotten lost in the music, you were right in the middle of your overly dramatic cover of “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey when all of a sudden the music stopped. You walked out of the bedroom to see if your phone had maybe just disconnected when you saw Cody standing there with your phone in his hand.

“Oh hey sweetie, I didn’t hear you come in”

“Yeah, no shit you didn’t hear me come in. You were blasting your shitty taste in music” Cody said nonchalantly. You knew it wasn’t his favorite music, but this was the first time he used that phrase to describe his feelings about your taste in music.

“Very funny, Cody”  you said, hoping that he was just messing around and that he didn’t really mean it.

“I’m serious. If you’re gonna listen to this crap in this apartment, at least use the airpods I got you. That’s why I got them. So that I don’t have to hear it” He shot back.

“I don’t want to argue about our tastes in music right now. How was your time with the guys?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“Yeah whatever, you know I’m right. Look I just came back to grab my charger. I won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up for me.” Cody said as he walked back out the door without saying bye to you or anything.

“Then what did you turn my music off for” You mumbled to yourself.

Even though you didn’t have many friends, you still had one really good one, Tori. Tori was your random roommate who became your best friend from freshman year, the one year you lived on campus. Since Cody wasn’t going to be at the apartment for dinner, and since it was a Saturday night, you decided to see if she was up to have a girls' night.

“Hey girl!” You said into the phone when Tori picked you the phone.

“Girl what's up?”

“So Cody is out with his friends and I wanted to see you were up for a long-overdue girls night?” You had crossed your fingers as you asked, hoping she would say yes.

“Welll…. “ She dragged out, “Of course girl! Bitch this is way too overdue!” You're relieved that she wanted to have a girls night as well, you needed time with the only friend who didn’t abandon you when you moved in with Cody.

“Perfect! This is just what I need tonight!”

“Yes! Me too girl, me too!” Tori replied

“Same place same time?”

“You know it!” She yelled into the phone, which made you laugh. “Oh wait! Quick question. Are we dressing like it is a chill kind of girls night, or are we dressing like its single girls night and you need a rebound kind of girls night?” 

You rolled your eyes at her “question”. You know what she was hinting at, she didn’t keep it a secret how she felt about Cody, but she supported you.

“I do not need a rebound, but how about we dress like a mix of the two?”

“Girl this is why we are friends, I like the 3rd option. Besides, maybe you will end up finding someone who will make you want to have a rebound”

“Tori, enough with trying to get me to break up with Cody, I love him.” You remind her. You know she means well, but she is entirely too blunt to have any form of subtly to her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. For now.”

“I know, just pick me up when you’re ready”

“Will do. Bye bitch!”

After you hang up the phone, you searched your closet for something to wear. After about 10 minutes of picking through your wardrobe, you decided on a simple white t-shirt that had a deep v cut, and a pair of ripped skinny jeans

You left your long wavy brown hair down, switching it up form the normal messy bun you wore your hair in. Since it was girl's night, you decided to take a little bit more time with your makeup than your normal routine. During the week your routine consisted of mascara and blush so that you didn’t look like death with how pale your skin is thanks to your European heritage. Tonight you added eyeliner highlighter, you couldn’t contour your face, but you did love a good highlighter and lipstick. Before Cody, you wore lipstick all the time, your go-to color was red, but Cody said he didn’t like you wearing lipstick, so you stopped.

You had forgotten how much confidence you got from something as simple as crimson red shade of lipstick, you enjoyed the boost it gave you. As you finished your makeup, your phone let you know that you had a text from Tori saying she was parking now, you sent her a text back letting her know that the door was unlocked and she could just walk in.

A few minutes later as you were giving your look for the evening one more look in the mirror, you hear the apartment door open and heels clicking on the tile floor.

“I’m here girl! Let's get drunk tonight!” Tori exclaimed as she walked through the apartment.

“If we both get drunk, how are we getting home?” You ask, not wanting to take the risk of walking anywhere after the sunset.

“You’re joking right, do you not uber anywhere?” Tori asked you looking completely dumbfounded by your question.

“No, actually I don’t. I either walk or Cody drives.” You respond.

“Lame! Girl it is the best thing ever... Like cheaper than a taxi too!” You just shook your head at your best friend. “Don’t give me that look, I am telling you it really is the best option, this way we both can drink!”

“Okay, I trust you, so let's get going thing, this night is long overdue!”

“That’s my girl!” Tori yelled. “Also girl, I am loving this look, and may I say that red lipstick should be your signature thing, because DAMN GIRL!”  You felt the blood rushing to your face when Tori gave you a compliment in her own very Tori way.

“Oh, um thanks. But I wouldn't go as far as saying a signature color. Lots of people wear red lipstick very well” You reply as you try and draw the attention off of you.

“Cut the shit, not everyone can pull it off that well, and you know it. It’s your signature color, you look fucking amazing we are going to get drunk. End of Story.” Tori stated as she grabbed your hand and started walking out the door, not giving you a chance to change anything about your outfit.

The ride to the bar wasn’t long, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time for the two of you to catch up. You did manage to tell her about the cause of the argument with Cody over Professor Evans. Earning an “Ohh girl” from Tori when you described him to her. When the uber came to a stop, you took a deep breath before sliding out, it was honestly the first time you had gone out without Cody since the two of you had been together. With a quick yell from Tori, you thanked the driver and you headed over towards Tori and you linked your arm with hers as the two of you headed in.

“Let’s have some fun!” Tori says to you

“Lets”

“Girls night!”  Tori yells as you walk through the door causing several people to stop and look at you and her. Your arm was still linked with Tori’s as your eyes scanned the faces staring back at you. Without notice, you stopped in your tracks when you recognized a face looking back at you, with a slight smirk worn across his face, Professor Evans.  

“Girls night just got a whole lot more interesting”  You mumbled to yourself as you made your way to Tori who was no at the bar.

“Okay girl, what do you want first? Jack & diet?”

“Shots first” You replied to her question.

“Ohh, girl! Yes, but why?”  Tori questioned your response.

“6 people down.” You said quietly as Tori slowly turned to look. “That’s my 307 professor”

“Damn girl, you did not do him justice,” she said earning an eye roll from you.

“Shut up and drink, because this is gonna be a long night,”  You said as you downed the shot in front of you.

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Date night (Yu-gi-oh story)

Yugi was excited as he sat in the living room, almost bouncing in place as him and joey hung out.  they were playing video games and killing time till Anzu would be off from dance school. it was a little over 2 years since they had graduated from high school, and while Tristen had enlisted in the army and moved away, the three of them had gotten a place together. Anzu was taking lessons to get better at her dancing and had a sometimes spot as a back up dancer for a few local TV shows, Yugi was milking in the money during tours as the king of games and Joey made some modest income as a bodyguard, mostly working for Yugi himself and getting paid via the promoters who booked Yugi.   they're 2 story house was big but not too big. everyone had their own bedroom even though Yugi and Anzu were dating, and they had a nice laundry room set up on the main floor. it was only if you went down into the basement you might be a little shocked. it was a mixture of a porn dungeon and a nursery, and it was all for the king of games himself who happened to be a massive sissy baby masochist. Anzu was of course his mean dommy mommy (well when they played) and Joey got in on it now and then himself, though always as a dom. (the one time he had tried the diapers, they had leaked and soaked the mattress in the crib) "So Yug, bigggg date night tonight huh? you and Anzu gonna nudge nudge wink wink?" Joey teased, blasting away at a alien on the tv screen. "hehehe well I'm hoping so.. you know we've been waiting for the right time to finally.. ehehe.. but i think this is it." Yugi said. part of his sissy baby fantasy involved being a forced virgin for life, though lately Anzu had been hinting (OK, outright saying) that she wanted to move it to the next level with Yugi, and also kinda wanted him to take a break from being her widdle stinky sissy and be her boyfriend for awhile. "So what cha got planned?" "well i pulled a few strings and got us a table at that new gourmet restaurant, silver platter. then we'll head out to see that new dance movie she's so crazy about, then I have a horse and carriage rented to take us out by the river for a moon light stroll.. with some champagne in the carriage.. then I rented us a hotel room which I've paid the staff to go and place rose petals down, candlelight, the works! er.. no offense, didn't wanna bring her back here if we were gonna knock boots.. don't wanna keep you up all night." Yugi said and had a wide grin on his face. "woooow. you went all out for this huh?" "yeahh and then some. I'm gonna have to do 3 tours back to back to back to cover for all of this, but it's gonna be SO worth it." Yugi said. " Anzu puts up with my well..you know." "Stinky sissy loser side." joey said and smirked, as Yugi blushed and squirmed. "Y-yeah..so i figured a night on the town and showing her I can be the man she wants me to be would be great." "Sounds like it. though..heh.." Joey chuckled softly, and paused the game, looking at yugi with a evil smirk on his face. "..Joey no. i know that look." Yugi said quickly and moved to put his fingers in his ears. Joey grabbed the smaller boys arms and held onto them, and  kept grinning. "what if with all of this amazing stuff planned, you pulled the ultimate sissy baby loser move..and asked to be spanked, diapered, and put to bed in your crib in the basement, while I take your girlfriend out for the night..on your dime." Joey suggested. Yugi tried to block the suggestion out but just picturing it had him making a little tent in his pants. "heck, you could even beg her to NEVER sleep with you, to keep you a -" "Joey stoppp!" Yugi whined, but his voice was taking on it's baby tone. "Loser sissy baby virgin." Joey finished. "ngggh.. you know how mad she would be about that? and I can't just..with everything I paid for all of this.." Yugi huffed, trying to ignore the part of him that wanted to do this idea. "heyyy what if we comprised?" Joey asked. "huh?" "you get spanked, diapered, tied to your crib with a enema in your guts, and I take Anzu out to dinner and the movie, we'll swing back around here, get you cleaned up and you and her can go to the hotel." Joey said. "...you think she'd go for that?" Yugi asked. "welll don't you have a hard time with getting carded at the movies anyways? if the movie is rated anything over G..Plus remember last time you two ate out at a fancy place? they thought you were her son and brought out a booster seat?" Yugi blushed recalling that and fidgeted like crazy. "I mean..i suppose it couldn't HURT to ask her.." Anzu had had a long tiring day, her new dance teacher was a freaking hard ass and nothing anyone did seemed to be right. she was achy and sore but smiled as she thought about the night out Yugi had promised her. Truthfully she was glad he was going all out with this, not that the little sissy loser stuff wasn't fun.. but she was getting a little tired of wiping her boyfriends shitty ass and not even getting plowed in return. 'not that you'd feel Yugi' she reminded herself. Still it was the thought that mattered and worst case she'd picked up a strap-on the little guy could wear. 'at least i won't be spending anther Friday night smelling baby powder and shame, while having to listen to a baby monitor while watching bad movies with joey.' Thinking about hanging out with Joey brought a pang of guilt and a flush to her face, he liked to sit in just his boxers at night and with Anzu on the edge after dealing with Yugi, she couldn't help but stare at Joeys muscles. 'that gym membership me and Yugi got him is SO paying off.' shaking her head she tried to clear those thoughts out of her head. cheating on Yugi would be just sick and wrong. 'though the little pervert would probably thank you and ask for a video.' that nagging voice in her head said. 'shut up you, Yugi is a sweet and cute Lil guy. and he's going to prove that he's more then just some pervert tonight!' Anzu scolded the nagging voice and finally made it back to the house. 'yeah, right.' that lil voice said again, but Anzu pushed it away as she came in. "Hey boys, I'm home!" came Anzu's voice and Yugi gulped nervously. it had been about 15 minutes since Joey had talked him into asking for the diaper humiliation, and to help get Yugi brave enough to ask Joey had poured him two drinks of vodka and orange juice, since he knew OJ went right though Yugi. as Anzu came into the kitchen, Joey polished off his third glass, though he could hold his liquor far better then little Yugi. "..heh..you pre-gaming or something? didn't know we were gonna get smashed before the movie." Anzu said, voice sounding amused but there was a edge to it.. She didn't really like it when Yugi got drunk and mentally groaned seeing the OJ, but tried to keep a bright and chipper face on, as she came over and poured herself a drink. "ehehehe welll seee..er.." Yugi blushed and reached for his drink, as joey smirked and Anzu rolled her eyes. "Do NOT say what I think your going to say Yugi. I'm not spending anther Friday night making you sob in poopie diapers." She said, and slammed her drink back. "welll You'll still get to go out..just er.." Yugi gulped nervously and went to take anther drink, but spilled the last bit out of the cup all down the front of himself. "And dat's why i told ya to use the sippy cup." Joey commented with a smirk, and tossed Yugi a dish towel. "-sigh-  My man.. OK, whats your little idea, and be forewarned, I've had a BAD day so you might wanna think twice about asking for mean mommy mode." Anzu said, narrowing her eyes as Yugi tried to dry himself off, then with a little growl she snagged the towel from him and started to pat him down. "ok soo.. I was thinking.. There's always people who stare when we go out to eat and i always get carded at movies right? sooo I was thinking Joey could take you out to dinner, then the movie, then you swing by here and we tag out. you and me, romantic moonlight carriage ride and then the hotel." Yugi said quickly. 'Uh-huh..and what would you just so happen to be doing while I'm out with joey?" Anzu asked, looking over at joey who had peeled his shirt off and tossed it over, to help. and noticing his 6 pack again, as she tugged Yugi's shirt off and saw basically baby fat. "welll er.. I'm gonna need to sleep this vodka off..and er..the OJ is gonna give me a little bit of the runs.." Yugi said, poking two fingers together and looking nervous. "...So you want me, before going out to eat, on our big date night to diaper you up and tuck you into your crib." anzu said, in a flat tone. "welll yes? and you know..maybe a cute dress.." Yugi said, looking anywhere but at her now. "...I hope you wanted to be spanked first. because even if you didn't your ass is getting spanked." she said then flashed a smile to him., then looked over to joey. "You, go shower, dress nice. not you're take on nice, nice nice." She instructed as Joey smirked and gave a thumbs up. Turning her attention back to Yugi, Anzu grabbed his pants and tugged them down, noticing that Yugi was in a pair of training pants. "...you were of course going to take these off before we went out if i said no right?" she asked, looking at the faded picture of dark magician girl. "and tell me thats the screwdriver soaking them, not.." "Yes and er..no." Yugi said. "...come on little girl, you're in for it." She said and grabbed Yugi by the ear, leading him towards the basement. "Ow! owie owie owie! yesh mommy!' the little twerp whined and whimpered, but the tent in his training undies showed he was in sissy loser heaven. Joey was whistling as he took a quick shower, it was really just too god damn easy sometimes. truthfully, he'd been getting a crush on Anzu for a few months now, and could see just how fed up she was getting with Yugi making her waste weekends changing his shitty diapers. what the little dork needed was a wake up call that Anzu wasn't gonna sit around forever and Joey figured this was the best way to do it (even though Yugi was already taking steps to show he could be more then a big sissy baby, Joey liked his plan better.) besides, she really did deserve someone better then lil Yugi. not that he didn't like him, Yugi was still his best friend..just, it was hard to respect someone who go his rocks off humping teddy bears in pink diapers with a finger of ginger in his ass. What Anzu needed, and Joey was sure she would agree after tonight, was a ride on a real man's dick. heck, she could probably even dump Yugi and just keep babying him and the little freak would thank her. as Joey thought about the look on Yugi's face when/if Anzu dumped him, he had to take a longer shower then he intended to clear out the slices so to speak and not be too eager. While joey was showering upstairs, in the basement Anzu was already switching into her full on mean mommy role. "Your such a little loser Yugi., i can't believe you would rather be spanked and diapered, and shit yourself then go out to a adult restaurant. I bet if we were eating at McDonald's so you could play in the play-area you'd be all for it, though you'd likely still end up crapping yourself." She scolded, leading over to a bench that had soft padding on the top of it, and shackles for the little sissy's ankles and wrists. "Yesh mommy. I'm sorry mommy." Yugi said, breathing fast as he got himself over the bench, belly first, his training pants having been ripped off by Anzu. Anzu came around and secured him to the bench, making sure the shackles were a little tighter then normal and making sissy Yugi whimper softly. "uh mommy, thats a li-" Yugi started to whined and quickly Anzu stuffed his soaked training pants in his mouth. she had rolled them up, but with the pissy/booze soaked side out and that was what pressed on Yugi's tongue as half of it stuck out of his mouth, and the out half gagged him. the Lil sissy mmffh and whined, he was NOT a fan of water sports or gross stuff like that and had made it clear but Anzu just smiled sweetly. "Whats wrong little Yugi? are you not getting what you expected tonight?" she asked, crouching down, stroking his hair. "That's just awful. I wouldn't know anything about getting a unpleasant surprise." she added mockingly, and kissed his forehead. "well if you want that pissy pull up out of your mouth, let mommy know."  Anzu said and smirked, standing up and putting a hand to her ear. she listened to the little loser whimper and mumble around the soaked pull up, knowing it was just making more of the screwdriver and his piss trickle down his throat. "well if your sure." she teased and walked over, wiggling her hips and tapped a finger on her cheek, as she looked over the assortment of paddles on a display shelf, close to the bench. "Hmm what do you think Yugi, something nice and tame, or something that'll have your poor buns begging for mercy?" she asked, running her finger on a plain wooden paddle then over a black leather with small metal studs in it one. It was right about then that Yugi started to see that maybe he should of just gone on the date, and not asked for this. Mommy was acting in a scary way and if Yugi's mouth had been free he'd be saying marshmallow fluff (his safe word) over and over. Sadly all he could do was cry out around the pissy diaper and struggle a little as Anzu picked up the studded paddle. "hmm? whats wrong Yugi? you don't think this will be enough?" She asked, a very evil grin on her face. "Well i could always get the liquid heat and pour it over the paddle. you remember how much that burns and aches for hours~" she said and reached for the bottle. "if you don't want your spanking to burn and ache super bad you better speak up now Princess Yugi." she said and thumbed the cap open and held the paddle out, ready to coat it. Yugi shook his head no and let out muffled screams around his pull up gag, he HATED the liquid heat and it was only suppose to be for when he was in a total pain slut mood! tears dripped down his cheeks and he pleaded with Anzu with his eyes. "Awww, How can I refuse those eyes. I'll make sure to pour lots on for you princess." Anzu chuckled and squirted the bottle over the paddle, coating it nice and thick. With the paddle dripping the liquid heat (which was mixed at a rate of 60 percent water to 40 percent of the stuff, Anzu didn't wanna have to rush Yugi to the ER) Yugi was shaking his head like crazy and she wasn't stupid, she knew he was pleading with her NOT to do this but damn it, maybe the little sissy would think twice before bailing on part of a date with her again. "brace yourself Sissy." She advised and then swung HARD with the paddle, making Yugi's bubble butt almost deform around the force of the blow and the little sissy shrieked in pain. She wasn't anywhere near done yet though, and followed up with a series of rapid blows to the big baby's bubble butt, quickly turning it red as Yugi thrashed and screamed on the bench, and despite it all his little sword was getting stiff even as he suffered. "Hmmm, thats funny..you're cries say 'mommy please stop' while your Lil wiener says 'mommy smack my balls.'" anzu teased and Yugi froze, looking over his shoulder and shaking his head no as much as he could. he had drool leaking down his chin and tears stained his cheeks, and even his nose was running! "awww, who's a scared widdle sissy? you are! yes you are!" she coo'ed and rested the paddle on his buns, coated side down and walked around to the front of the bench, kneeling down and wiping his nose with a rag. "i'm gonna take your gag out, but only if you promise to take it back if i want. do you promise Yugi?" she asked, and yugi whimpered and shut his eyes, nodding his head. "Look at me yugi, open those cute eyes and look mommy in the eyes and nod." she said and tickled his chin. the paddle was burning his poor abused cheeks, but Yugi opened his eyes and nodded, looking at anzu. "OK, then relax your jaw..yup just like that anddd there we go!" She coo'ed, tugging the pull up out and noting the teeth marks in it. "there, i bet that tastes better huh?" she asked. Yugi coughed and gagged a few times, but refrained from spitting then gave out a weak whimpering yes. "now my naughty little sissy loser." anzu coo'ed and stroked his hair. "i have a choice for you. Mommy can spare your cute little balls from a smack from Mr.paddle. but if she does that, then your pissy little pull up goes back in your mouth..or I can dig out a soaking wet diapie out of your diaper pail. " she paused smirked at the face Yugi made at that suggestion. "the diapie will stay in your cute widdle mouth till me and Joey come back by the way. OR.." Yugi gulped, really hoping that he would like the OR option. "Or you can keep your mouth diaper free and take your ball busting like ~snort~ a man."   Yugi groaned, he didn't like either choice but in the end if he had to pick between sucking on a pissy diaper or getting his balls smacked... "Hurry up and chose Lil lady, or mommy will do BOTH." Anzu added, tapping her wrist. "Smack my balls smack my balls smack my balls!" Yugi yelped out, and a spurt of pee hit the cold stone floor of the basement dungeon. (this was exactly why they had refused to put in hardwood or a carpet.) "well if your sure." Anzu teased and kissed Yugi's cheek, licking off the tear trail and got up, grabbing the paddle and making sure to avoid his little puddle. "For the record, you know you're going to be cleaning that up before i put you down for your nap right?" Anzu commented, swinging the paddle a few times and zeroing in her aim. "Y-yesh mommy. I'll get get the mop and be a good widdle maid!" Yugi whimpered, shaking in fear, he KNEW how much this was going to hurt! "Oh, who said anything about a mop.. You'll be LICK it up..unless you want extra smacks on your cute widdle balls." She chuckled, and tapped the paddle on his exposed nuts, the liquid heat mostly off by not but still burning his sensitive little orbs. "No! no no! I'll lick it up mommy!" Yugi wailed and Anzu giggled. "Good girl!" she praised, the drew back and slammed the paddle home. Joey was out of the shower and dried off, in his dress pants and a dress shirt, combing his hair as a ear piercing scream filled the house. "..that..that can't be good." he said to himself but went back to work getting himself ready, praying the neighbors hadn't heard anything.   Yugi came to as finished taping the last of the extra thick, super crinkly pink princess diapers around his hips and smiled sweetly down at the sore sissy. "welcome back to the land of the living. we'll have to start working on your balls more so you build up more of a tolerance." She said and blew Yugi a little kiss. Yugi for his part just groaned but lifted his legs up for Anzu as she grabbed a locking pair of pink plastic panties.  the plastic panties and the diapers together was over kill but yugi himself when they had first started this begged for massive thick diapers that would make him crawl, PLUS loved how warm and uncomfortable all that padding under the plastic pants could get. At least he did normally but after what had just happened he wasn't about to argue with mommy. "I'm glad you woke up though, Mommy needs to finish setting up widdle sissy loser Yugi up to suffer for a few hours so she can go get ready for her night on the town with a real man." She said and snapping the lock on the plastic panties into place, she tickled his tummy. "maybe when we come back for you, I'll take you out with you still all dressed up, you can let everyone see what a little sissy baby you are, wouldn't that be fun?" She added, , turning away now to go and pick a dress for her little wuss. Yugi blushed deeply at that. it was a idea that both excited him but he also knew how DUMB it would be, and struggling to sit up on the changing table he shook his head. "Nooo mommy! No outsies. Dem i can't make money n spoil you." yugi whined, going to slid his thumb in his mouth and realizing just now that his hands were in his pink locking mittens, making them useless. "well i suppose thats a fair point. Maybe we'll save it for anther time." anzu said and winked, coming over with a short pink dress,the skirt portion wouldn't even cover HALF of his massive diaper butt, and the top half had puffy shoulders and a little heart on the chest, with 'sissy loser' written in purple cursive in the heart. this along with his pink booties and mittens, and pink diapers had Yugi feeling like Such a little sissy loser and even as he lifted his arms up to help mommy get the dress on him, he was rocking back and forth in his diapies. with the dress tugged down anzu smirked and then lifted yugi up and down to the floor, pointing over to the puddle of urine that had naturally, gotten bigger. you're gonna go and be mommies good little piss drinker right?" she asked sweetly, then looked over at the paddle then back to Yugi. the message was clear and with his fat diapered bottom wiggling back and forth, and crinkling loudly, Yugi crawled over and leaned down. sticking his touge out a little bit, he dipped it into the puddle and made a face, but a impatient sign from mommy told him to hurry up and yugi closed his eyes. 'just pretend it's a soda thats gone bad.' he thought to himself and started to lap the puddle up. watching Yugi actually slurp up his piss, anzu curled a lip in disgust, she hadn't really been gonna beat his ass again if he hadn't, just scolded him since she wouldn't of had time to get ready if she had to re-diaper him. she would of assumed Yugi knew that but there he was, slurping down his puddle and as he finished, he gave her a weak smile. "T-tastes good mommy." he said. "..well then, if you like it so much, you can drink it more often." anzu said, smiling sweetly and laughing mentally at the look of panic on his face. "Now crawl over to mommy so she can tie you down to your crib and leave you to lay here and think about what a total loser you are, that you'd rather suffer down here in a hot stuffy basement in thick diapers and with a gut full of piss instead of going out with your gorgeous girlfriend." she teased. Yugi gulped but crawled over, and stopped at her feet, reaching up with his arms and she smiled and picked him up, sitting him on her hips and headed for the crib, pausing to look in the mirror in the nursery. "Your SUCH a loser yugi." anzu whispered in his ear. "Maybe me and joey will get drunk and just come home and pass out, leaving you down here, still a virgin.. a big, sissy baby loser virgin." she added and smirked as yugi whimpered, but started to hump her side. getting over to the crib she ploped Yugi down in it, hard on his butt, but the little sissy didn't complain. instead he crawled and laid down in position, making sure his arms were above his head and legs spread,while Anzu double checked the hands free phone system they had installed in the crib. (all teasing and tormenting aside, when they DID go out and left Yugi in the crib, Her and joey liked to make sure he could be safe, so the phone would allow him to call them, or even 911 if needed..though the phone calls were logged and using the phone for anything but a emergency was a HUGE no no.) with the phone working right, she then double checked all the restraints, making sure they were good and tight, and would hold the loser before snapping them on his wrists and ankles, "ok yugi, test time. try and get free." she said, leaning on the crib rail. Yugi nodded and struggled, tugging and twisting and just working himself up into a sweat, but there was NO getting free like that. "Good. now since you liked drinking your piss up so much, I have a special treat for you." anzu said, then left the side of the crib and as Yugi watched her though the crib bars, she opened up his diaper pail, and made a face, waving a hard. "whew! I should be mad you didn't clear this out like i told you, but it works out!" she said, reaching down and grabbing out two VERY soiled diapers, and putting them in the crib. they were far enough away that if yugi didn't fuss too much he shouldn't get his face in them, but the poor widdle sissy would be huffing their reek all night. "oh, I slipped some poopie pills up your bum while you were out. they should be taking affect soon. have a good nap loser, Mommy lovers you!" anzu giggled and waved bye bye to the little sissy. "G-Goodnight kiss?" Yugi whimpered, and puckered up his lips. "after you were slurping up piss? no thanks. " anzu said and walked away laughing, leaving yugi to squirm and whimper, and throb in his pampers. After a quick shower and a change into a evening gown, anzu and joey who looked very dashing in his dress clothes headed out, with her telling him all about what she had done to Yugi. "I kinda feel a little guilty." she admitted. "I really went over board with it today and hope he'll forgive me." "ah come on." joey said, taking a sip of champagne as they rode the limo that Yugi had booked.  "Did he say his safe word at ANY time during all of it?" "well no..but I think he was scared too." "well let me ask you this.. when you were beating on his ass, and making him lick that piss up.. did it feel better then when you normally dom him? making him do stuff he actually hates as punishment for being too much of a sissy baby loser to man up for a full night?" As he spoke Joey moved in closer and then kissed and nibbled on anzu's neck. "J-joey! Uhh.. well.." She paused, an drained her own glass of the bubbly. "It.. it felt awesome..and I was so pissed off at him." She admitted. "and when you told him no kisses, I bet your panties were soaked." Joey added,, pausing from the kissing to refill her glass. "God yes! the look on his stupid little face!" she said, then covered her mouth. "hey, it's ok..admit it..you don't just call him a loser and berate him so he can cream his pissy pampers.. You really do think he's just a diaper filling loser. right?" Joey asked and smirked, a hand reaching out and fondling anzu's tits, giving her the attention that that stupid diaper filling sissy never could and making her feel wanted as a woman..not as a mommy. "Ah..oh fuck.. Joey.." "In fact, i don't think we should go back to the house at all.. do you REALLY wanna let that diaper shitting sissy loser fuck you?" Joey asked, setting his glass down and rubbing her breasts with both hands. "F-Fuck..no..I..I wanna fuck a real man.." She moaned, and then pulled Joey in for a deep kiss, mashing her touge with his. There was a clock in the nursery, close to the crib and it was lit by the nightlight that provided the only light source in the stuffy basment. Yugi had already soaked his diapers and added to the stench to the room, filling out the seat of his diapers with a mushy load that had at first been nice and soothing but after a few hours was making his bum and crotch itchy and uncomfortable. he had drifted off into a uneasy sleep only to wake up when he had turned enough to plant his face in the seat of one of the taped up dirty diapers and had noticed that it was after 11. Joey and anzu should of been back by now, but here he was, still stuck in his crib, still a big loser sissy, and now a stinky one at that. he's give it till midnight before he tried calling them though, and hoped that they were ok, even as a nagging little voice in the back of his head whispered to him. "you know they're not coming back for you.. you lost your one and only chance to have sex so you could wiggle around in poopie pampers. you might as well plant your face back in that shitty diaper and hump your diapers, and try to cum because you KNOW your so called best friend is fucking her rotten." Yugi shut his eyes and tried to block out the voice, to ignore the mental images coming to his mind even as he started to wiggle and air hump his stinky poopie diapies, turning his head and planting his face in the other poopie diapers, as he got close to his climax, the last thought yugi would have before conking back out for a few hours.. was he hoped anzu would keep him a diaper humping virgin forever. the end

[writing-blog-iguess]

Request: Hi could you please write a story reader and Steve. Reader being chubby and being bullied and depressed. but she and Steve helps each thru bad times and become better friends and maybe more. I'm gonna leave it up to you if they end up together

Summery: (Y/N) and Steve has always been in a bad place. Together they find comfort in each other. They help each other when things get to bad and help pull each other back up.

Warning: Depression, tad bit suicidal, bullying, angst (I think? I'm still new at the whole angst thing). Fluff if you squint hard enough

A/N: My first request, I hope I did it justice. Oh man, holy crap I did not mean to keep you waiting! So sorry for the wait though and I hope you like it!

Tagged: @curioiscat

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Tired.

That's all you seemed to be lately.

Just tired.

With the stress of school and college essays. With words that whispered around her as she walked threw the halls. And it didn't help being friends with Steve.

I mean, being friends with him was great and everything. But it was the things being said about your friendship that had you second guess if it was okay.

Tommy and Carol where the worst back when Steve hung out with them. Back when Steve was King and a dick. Sure, you were friends then and it still hurt that he would just laughed it off and not defend her.

The days where Steve caught her staring as they laughed, were the days where he would find her and apologize.

You just smiled and said it was okay. Because that's what you do when you don't want people to see how much your hurting.

But Steve saw, he always did. Because he felt like that too sometimes.

After that day, the day that Steve fought a demogorgon as you later found out. Steve came to your house looking tired and worn out. Not saying a word, you opened the door and let him in.

The two of you sat in your room in silence, the only sound where your breathing and the chewing as you ate. Later, Steve opened up about what had happened that night.

Since then, it became a ritual between the two of you. Whenever you or Steve where feeling down, you would spend the night together as you talked about what was bothering you.

Though, when those days decided to creep up on you, you would avoid Steve. Because those days make you want to cry, it made you second guess your life. If you should be there, living with everyone. You don't want Steve to see you struggle, to see you cry about it.

So you avoid him and you do a pretty good job at making sure Steve doesn't find out.

Until the one day.

You woke that day with a feeling in your chest, the feeling of struggling to breath and everything is crushing you. All you want to do is stay home in your bed and cry for no reason. And you know what kind of day you're going to have.

But you can't stay home and worry your mom. So you slowly get out of bed and get ready for school. Because that's what you do when you have this crushing pain that won't go away until you cry.

You managed to go through the motions without a breakdown during the morning. Which was a nice feeling and you hoped you would would go smoothly for the rest of the day.

But for you, life wasn't fair and it wanted to make you miserable.

It wasn't until lunch rolled around that your day had gotten from bad to worst.

You were walking to your locker to put your books away when Carol and Tommy H stood in your way.

Why now? Why today?

"Whatcha doing there, fatass?" Carol asked, popping her gum. You just shrugged and walked around them. You didn't go far when Carol pushed you making your books fly and you falling to the floor. "Honestly, your just a waste of space. Why are you even here?"

"I don't even get why Steve's friends with someone as worthless as you," Tommy H said, with a huff.

You didn't answer, you just sat there on the floor as everyone laughed around you. The names, and the statements that plagued your mind around you. Maybe they're right, maybe you sure just disappear. You didn't feel loved by anyone, everyone kept making fun of you about your weight.

Did you really need to be here?

You gotten up as the laughter never eased and ran to the nearest bathroom. Once you made sure the bathroom was empty, you locked yourself in a stall and broke down.

You're not sure how long you've been in the bathroom but you've slowly stopped crying and just sat there lost in thought. You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear the bathroom door open. It wasn't until someone knocked on the stall door that made you jump out of your thoughts.

"(Y/N)? You okay?" Steve asked in concern. You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I heard what happened at lunch." Of course he did. "They're a bunch of jerks who don't know shit."

"But what if they're right?" your voice hoarse from crying and your surprised that Steve could hear the question.

There was a pause and you wonder if he agreed with them.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Steve answered with a question. "We can go to my house and eat and watch movies."

"But school," you argued lamely. Leaving school did sound appealing.

Steve scoffed and you had a feeling he shook his head. "Screw school. It's Friday, live a little. Plus, you deserve a break."

Standing up, you wiped your face and unlocked the stall and walked out. Steve gave you a bright smile and you noticed he was holding your books. And you wondered if he went out of his way to grab them.

Not giving you time to change your mind, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the school and to his car.

The car ride to Steve's house was silent, opting to wait while you were ready to talk. And you were grateful for Steve. In many ways.

"Do you think I'm a waste of space?" You asked, staring at your hands not wanting to see Steve's reaction.

"No," he said simply. He had said it with a lot of conviction you almost wanted to believe him. "I Tommy and Carol are. You take just enough, like everyone else does."

You have him a nod and looked our the window. The words Tommy and Carol run through your mind like a broken record player.

"Why are you friends with me?"

When he stopped at a red light, he rolled his head over to you and gave you a look. He scoffed and shook his head. "Like you don't know."

You know what he was trying to do, and for once you didn't mind. Cracking a small smile, you turned to him and poked his arm. "No I don't. Please enlighten me."

"Welll, your funny, smart, have a great sense of humour, can make amazing cookies that I would die for. You have an amazing smile, and beautiful even when you're crying. You're an amazing person and who's always there for me. You deserve to have friends who don't care about your appearances and cares about who you really are."

Steve tried very hard to keep his blush at bay when he told you you were beautiful. You on the other hand couldn't control the colour staining your cheeks.

It also didn't help that your heart started pounding at his complements.

"You really think so?" You asked, finding your hands a lot more interesting again. Steve hummed in response and nodded.

"Of course. Anyone's lucky to have you as a friend. Everyone's just jealous that's awesome." He gave you his award winning smile that had you smiling back at him.

Slowly, very slowly, that crushing feeling in your chest began to lighten. And you were thankful you had Steve as a friend.

And with the growing feelings that seem to hit you out of nowhere, you decide to dwell on them later. Because right now, you want to focus on getting better, on being right here with Steve as he tells you lame jokes that you laugh at.

Maybe one day you'll act on your feelings, maybe you won't. You're not sure. What you do know, is that you need to love and see yourself the way Steve sees you. Because if you deserve to have friends that care about you for who you are, you know Steve Harrington deserves someone just the same.

"Thanks Steve."

[ragnarachael]

Awkward Air

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Peter Parker x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,983

Summary: Tony has to pull his two favorite Parker's back to earth after they learn that Aunt May is dating Happy. (request) 

A Note: i’ve scrapped this several times because my goblin brain just wasn’t about it. but i did it! i kinda like it! that’s all that matters. i hope you enjoy it too! if not, i’m super sorry i didn’t do your request justice, i put my all into it the best i could. i also feel like tony is slightly out of character, so i apologize because of that, too. (my break before posting this was watching like, 5 or 6 brian david gilbert videos on polygon’s youtube channel and i really don’t regret it)

MASTERLIST !

To say you had been dreading going over to visit May and Peter tomorrow was an understatement.

Truthfully, you might be up all night thinking about how to talk to her about her new boyfriend.

Happy Hogan. You still find that extremely hard to believe.

Didn’t Happy have a wife?

Hell, you wouldn’t know.

“You alright? You look like you’re about to combust,” Tony joked fondly as he landed on his side next to you on your shared bed after just getting Morgan to bed. You let out a soft hum as you texted a reply to Peter, not even glancing at your husband as you laid on your back.

“Was that hum meant to tell me that you’re not point five seconds away from exploding?” Tony exaggerated as a hand of his carefully slid across your stomach just as you hit the send button.

“I mean,” you started, locking your phone to finally look over at Tony. “It could mean that.”

Tony let out a huff of a laugh before gently tugging you onto your side and into his chest. “C’mon sweetheart, talk to me.”

You let out a dramatic sigh and let your head thunk into the middle of Tony’s chest, your phone now happily forgotten in between you and the bedsheets.

“May is dating Happy.”

“Happy? Happy.. Hogan?”

“Yeah, what other Happy’s do you know?” You questioned as your eyes finally met Tony’s. You smiled as you felt Tony’s hand rubbing your side comfortingly.

“You make a very good point. Why are you so worried about it?”

“Welll,” you said, dragging out the word as you slowly rose to sit up on the mattress. “Peter is freaking out about it, and you know that when he freaks out I freak out. He even sent the cowboy emoji, he never does that unironically.”

Tony tried to hold back a laugh as he nodded, feeling your phone vibrating on his side. He started to feel around for it as he listened to you closely.

“Plus he’s still trying to get his stuff together for that school trip.. thing? Remember the one for Italy that he hasn’t stopped talking about?” You continued, watching your husband as he hummed in confirmation, pulling your phone out successfully from the sheets to hand to you.

“Thank you.” You flipped the phone in your hand for it to land screen up to read the newest text from Peter.

You snorted before clearing your throat to read the message aloud.

“May isn’t home yet and hasn’t responded to my texts. Do you think Happy might have ignored her to death or something? Should I go on patrol super fast to see where they are? Oh god what if I find them doing something and end up having to bleach my eyes.”

Tony took in a deep breath as he tried not to laugh as you typed a quick reply with a slightly amused expression, trying to console your baby brother without having to call.

“He’s really.. somethin’, huh?” Tony questioned and let out a small huff before collecting himself and trying to stay completely serious for your sake.

“Yeah, he is. He’s acting like May left without telling him where she went.”

“I don’t see why he’s so worried about the two of them dating,” Tony said as he shifted to start laying on his back next to you.

“Do you not remember how he reacted when I said I was dating you? The poor thing had a heart attack.”

Tony clicked his tongue in response, an arm going under his head as you stayed sitting up, still tapping at your phone screen.

“Like,” you started as you locked your phone, trying to find the right words to explain how you felt. “I’m happy May is dating again, she deserves it, really. But.. Happy?”

“Baby,” Tony started in a firm tone, starting to shift around to sit up next to you now. His hand moved to cup your cheeks and turn your head towards his. “You’re over thinking.”

“Am not,” you mumbled softly as Tony’s hands squished your cheeks together.

Tony gave you a fond smile and pressed a kiss to your nose before letting your cheeks go.

“Are too. I get that you’re feeling uncomfortable that Happy’s dating your Aunt, I do. But don’t knock it ‘til you try it, sweetheart.” Tony was quick to grab your now ringing phone, already answering the Facetime call that was taking over your screen, knowing exactly who it was.

“So, I literally cannot find my suit for the life of me right now, and I still haven’t gotten a text from May— O-Oh, hey, Mr. Stark.” Peter coughed on the other end, trying to cover up all he was saying as Tony held the phone up to get the both of you in the shot.

“Hi, Pete.”

“Peter, just calm down, I’m sure she’s probably having a great time,” you said carefully, hoping the way you phrased that sentence wouldn’t let Peter go even more insane.

Peter let out a long sigh before making a show of falling back onto his bed.

“I know.”

“Then what’s got you so worked up, bubba?” You asked softly, moving to take your phone from Tony’s hand as he made a pouty face. Peter just let out another huff before he rolled over onto his side so half of his face was pressed into the pillow he laid his head on.

“‘S just.. May left worried. I don’t know what about, since she was almost late, but—”

“Peter, did you ever stop to think that maybe she was worried about being late?”

Peter scrunched his nose up and shuffled around a bit on the top of his bed sheets.

“You didn’t stop to think about that, did ya?” You questioned fondly, smiling softly at your brother through the camera as Tony laid his head on your shoulder so he could still be a part of the conversation.

“I’m more than sure Aunt May and Happy are fine, kid. If you want I can even text or call Happy to ask,” Tony offered kindly, Peter practically shooting up to sit.

“R-Really, Mr. Stark?”

You could practically hear Tony’s eye roll as he lifted his head from your shoulder to reach over at the bed stand on his side to grab his phone. Eventually, he popped back into the frame to wave around his phone that was in his hand.

“Thank you, Mr—”

“Jesus Christ, Peter, just call him Tony!” You exclaimed softly, trying to hold back a groan when Peter let out a dramatic sigh.

“I love you, Y/N, but I physically can’t do that.”

You snorted at his response and glanced at Tony as he started tapping at his screen.

“Well, Mr. Parker,” you started, “I’ll text you with a status update whenever Tony gets a reply from Happy, okay? Until then, go to bed. We’re coming for breakfast, remember.”

Peter looked like he was off in his own little dreamland until your last sentence caught his attention.

“That’s tomorrow?”

“Yes, Peter. It’s tomorrow,” you replied with no emotion, Tony trying not to laugh at your facial expression as Peter groaned and smacked his face gently.

“I forgot. I’ll let you go, Y/N. I’m sorry!”

You let out a scoff and waved your hand.

“Please, it’s fine, bud. Just get some sleep alright? I’ll shoot you a message when Tony has sent out the text or called them.”

Peter let out a noise of confirmation before you both shared your goodnights and hung up.

You let out a loud sigh before placing your phone on your chest as you completely laid back on Tony’s chest as he kept typing on his phone.

“That was eventful,” Tony said casually as his hands gently rested on top of your stomach. You let out a small laugh and shook your head.

“You’re telling me. Did you text them?”

Tony’s thumb had tapped on his screen one last time before he held it over your face for you to read.

Hey, Hogan. Peter’s going insane to see if May is okay and I told him I’d check in on you two to see if you’re not fonduing or anything.

“Oh god, Tony—”

“Hey, the kid asked! I’m just delivering!”

You covered your face with your hands as you laughed, your phone on your chest vibrating once for a text notification.

Tony carefully grabbed your phone before reading the newest text out loud.

You covered your face with your hands as you laughed, your phone on your chest vibrating once for a text notification.

Tony carefully grabbed your phone before reading the newest text out loud.

“I just found May’s phone on the kitchen counter, so that probably explains why she hasn’t texted me. I’m sorry for my freak out.”

You carefully shot up from Tony’s lap and tugged his hand back to look at your phone screen.

“Seriously!?”

Tony just handed you your phone back with a smile on the verge of laughter before his phone vibrated.

“At least he added a nervous looking emoji afterwards?” Tony offered before he unlocked and looked at his own phone, cooing at the screen before turning it to you.

You squinted at the screen for a second before it registered.

It was May and Happy out at what looked like an Italian place for dinner, and they both looked extremely happy.

Your heart sung.

Aunt May was finally with someone who made her smile like she used to with Uncle Ben.

You started to coo once Tony tapped the picture to make it a bit bigger.

“Oh, wow,” you said softly, grabbing his phone from his hands gently, plopping your phone back on the bed sheets as you examined what May was wearing in the picture.

“They look so.. happy—”

Quiet giggles from the doorway pulled you out from the moment, causing both you and Tony to look at the door to your bedroom, only to see Morgan with her messy bedhead and her dog pj’s as she looked in on the two of you.

“Hey, little lady. I thought Papa put you to bed?”

Morgan took this as her cue to pad in and climb onto the bed as you handed Tony his phone back and making sure to lock yours before Morgan took the advantage to play games on it.

“Couldn’t sleep, lovebug?” Tony questioned softly once Morgan was comfy in your lap, your arms loosely wrapped around her small body. Morgan nodded as she let her head lean into Tony’s hand that was trying to get some of her hair behind her ears.

“Couldn’t get comfy,” Morgan clarified before her face nuzzled into your neck.

“Or you’re too excited to see Uncle Peter and Grandma May tomorrow, is that it?” You suggested before dropping a kiss to your daughters head, starting to absentmindedly rock her in your arms.

“Maybe,” Morgan mumbled loudly with a cheeky look on her face that caused Tony to finally laugh. He carefully took both of your phones and placed them on his nightstand.

“You’re tryin’ to sleep with us tonight, aren’t you?” Tony asked as he rested his chin on his hands so he could be leveled with Morgan in your arms. She nodded shyly under her father’s gaze as she popped out to look at him from your neck.

After Morgan asked nicely if she could sleep with the two of you, the three of you got comfortable under the covers, Morgan resting her head on your chest while Tony’s arm wrapped around the both of you as he laid on his side.

You really thought that at the rate Peter had you worrying at that you would have been up all night thinking about May and Happy, but the second your head hit the pillow after you and your little family exchanged goodnights, you slept like a baby.

You even woke up to Morgan bouncing onto Tony’s stomach, so something was definitely telling you that you didn’t have much to worry about.

[monochromemedic]

Flashback pt 3

Through the booming music that was beginning to die down, the lights that were beginning to settle, and the loud whistles of a few people from the crowd, two men sat in silence at the back of the karaoke bar. Fallon was deep red in the face, hand brushing through his hair as he slouched�� over on the table. Silas wasn’t much better. He wasn’t blushing or pale but he was staring off in the distance, arms crossed as he tried to process everything. In the silence of the karaoke bar as another person readied the stage and Dom walked off, back to his table to down a drink, the two men stared at their future friend. He was so different. The Dom they knew seemed restrained, work oriented, hell they never heard him sing before but here Dom was, looking like some heart throb decked out in revealing clothing and piercings. “Maybe we’re in a messed up timeline? Like we’ll leave and we’ll find out that this timeline is the one where there’s was a punk revolution or... uh aliens. And Dom’s just an alien in disguis-” Fallon trailed off as Silas stared at him causing him to cut himself off “Well can you blame me this is... weeiird.” “It is it’s just... no it is.” Silas muttered, rubbing his arm observing the table that Dom was now at. He was smiling, laughing even, as he talked to the other man at his table as they ordered another round of drinks. “He looks happy. I don’t think i’ve ever seen him smile like that.”  “Man don’t say that...that’s sad...” Fallon muttered under his breath before standing up and beginning to walk towards the table Dom was at, only getting a few steps before Silas stopped him. “What are you doing man?” “Im gonna go home man. I’m gonna grab that picture and disappear back to my own time, with the grumpy Dom I know, with my shitty bed, and shitty pop culture.” “And just... yoink it from them like a weirdo?” “...Yeah. I mean I’ll touch it and be magically transported back where everything is ok and swell and none of this matters so... I mean does it matter really?” Fallon chuckled, giving a light shrug of his shoulders “But what if it isn’t like that and because we interact with him it messes everything up. Like that thing the... the... uh... damn I can’t think of the term.” “Butterfly Effect? I’d rather deal with that then having to tip toe my way around him and end up fucking myself over and living in the past for the rest of my life Silas. Time Travel is fucky, maybe it’ll correct itself... I mean we gotta hope.” Fallon turned back around to stare at the table, giving a little sigh “I’ll play it like the movies ok? I’ll pretend i’m meeting him for the first time, and we’ll get to know him. We get close, we grab the picture, we zoop back to shitty 2020 ok?” Silas’ fingers tightened around Fallon’s jacket before he too got up, an obvious look of worry and fear visible on his face. “Ok...” The two approached Dom, who turned his head up at the approaching group, a questioning look on his face. “Can I help you?”  Fallon almost laughed, the sound of Dom’s voice, although a bit younger and less rough was still the same. Deep, and harsh to him. Just how he liked it. “Hey, I liked your song. It was... interesting. You got a nice voice.”  “Oh. Uh... thank you.”  “Yeah it’s real nice, I like the style too, real stick it to the man. I noticed you got a few piercings, and well, I was interested in a few myself. How much does it hurt?”  Silas stared in amazement at how smooth Fallon was being, and in just as in much shock at how Dom chuckled back, relaxing towards the strangers. At least one of them wouldn’t be a bumbling idiot... “Hurts like a bitch in the moment but, it’s nothing. Unless you’re talking about the tongue piercing?” Dom stuck out his tongue, the bobble of the piercing shimmering with spit in the dancing lights. “That one, that’s nasty haha. Mind if I sit down with my friend? I’m real interested in alternative stuff and you look like a man that would know a thing or two about having a good time with that sort of shit. Plus if I can convince Silas to get drunk enough, I might get him to get a nipple piercing and I need all the info I can to get him to not pussy out.” Fallon said, already talking a seat at the table. “Wa...wait what?” Silas interjected, suddenly aware of the conversation Dom looked away for a moment before giving a nod of approval for Silas to also take a seat, staring at the tow of them carefully. “Yeah, I think that’d be alright. You two seem...” He paused, trying to think of the right word. “Alright enough.” Dom’s friend looked weary though, and gave a look to Dom, to which he quickly gave a wave back, almost telling his friend to leave. Dom’s friend nodded and began to pack up, but not before handing the still fresh polaroid to Dom, which he looked at fondly before pocketing. “Sorry, my friend has to go to work in the morning. He just wanted to come and support me for singing on stage the first time. It’s not you guys I promise.” “First time on stage? Really? You could have fooled me, you acted like a real rockstar up there.” Fallon complimented, eyes focused intently on where the photo was. He thanked god for the sunglasses, or else a stranger glaring at a man’s pants would have been awkward. “Yeah I uh... I practice... um so about the piercing? I’m... Dom by the way.”  “Fallon, and this is my friend Silas.”  Dom looked over at Silas, eyeing him up and down slowly. Silas could feel a bead of sweat begin to form on his brow as he gave a nervous smile back. “Alright, so what do you want to know?” Fallon did most of the talking, making up bullshit about how for the longest time he was considering some sort of piercing but wasn’t exactly sure where, and how Silas was always a coward when it came this sort of shit, and how Fallon was desperately trying to trick him to get a piercing as a joke. Dom responded in a few short responses only starting to warm up as the conversation continued on.  Silas was at least glad that he didn’t seem completely changed, not a complete party animal. It probably helped loosen him up with how much everyone was drinking. At first Dom had just ordered another glass of coke and rum, but soon those glasses were piling up with the money Fallon was putting on the table. He knew what he was up too, and although Silas took a few glasses himself, he  had to stay at least a bit sober. And Dom was definitely not that.  His tongue rolled and hanged on letters for much to long, the way his eyes beginning to lull close as he laughed far too loud. Fallon was long gone too, laughing just as loud along side him, before hiccuping it and doing it all over again. “Uh... hey... Dom it’s getting late, don’t you think you should be getting home? You got a ride or something?” Silas asked, interrupting the giggle fest the two were having. “Ah... shit yeah, I don’t got a ride I just walk home. I don’t live that far from here.” Dom slurred, his tongue piercing clacking against his teeth. “You need some help getting home I mean... you are kinda sloshed.” “No, no it’s ok, it’s fine...” He groaned as he began to get up, stumbling to his feet and heading for the door. Dom waved the bartender a goodbye, but not before falling against the doorway. “Jesus Christ Dom, you aren’t walking home alone, you can barely stand up.”  Silas raced out of his seat, grabbing Dom’s shoulders and steadying the shorter man. “You’re gonna get hit by a car or something.” Silas didn’t have to look back to know that the clattering of chairs and stumbling footsteps was Fallon following behind him, almost running into his friend’s back. “Yeah you look like shit man... let’s get youuuu home haha.” “Well I mean... you guys were so nice I... I guess so. I guess it wouldn’t hurt!” Dom grinned wide and waltzed out to the sidewalk, Silas by his side steadying him. It only took a couple of blocks before they came across a rather shitty looking apartment complex. Dom seemed to B-line up the stairs to a certain door, almost like he had done it a million times before. “Welll this is home. You guys were... great I’m... you’re great.” “It was nothing. I mean you helped us alot, it’s only fair we got you home safe. I just hope we can get home.” Silas told him, eyes darting down to the ground in thought. Dom nodded, poking Silas in the chest as he closed his eyes, his face scrunching hard. “You get back safe ok? You get back... mm safe.” Silas would have felt touched by that sentiment if it wasn’t for the fact that immediantly after Dom passed out against him, causing him to desperately grab the falling body before he hit the ground. Luckily he did so, but not before Fallon gave a loud gasp of ‘Woahhhh’ in his drunken haze. “Oh my god we killed him! Oh fuck we killed past Dom, we fucked itt... awww....”  The dyed hair man sniffled, his face contorted in over-exaggerated sadness as he grabbed the keys that fell from Dom’s hands, starting to try the door as snot began to run down his face. “Gotta hide the body in the house... he died in the house, all drunk and sad.... put him in a bed aw fuck man...” “He’s not... he’s not dead you just kept handing him booze until he passed out! I’m surprised you’re still standing to be honest, let’s just get him inside and grab the picture and bail ok?”  “OH shit the picture, I forgot about that.” Fallon laughed, all signs of remorse fading from his face. When they opened the door they found that it was actually pretty clean for the state of the apartment overall. A few clothes on the ground here and there but otherwise everything was stacked neatly and cleanly, far from the look Dom was presenting to the world. Silas had to basically drag Dom to his bed room, tucking him into bed with a kind look of sadness,hand going to move a few strands of hair from his face. “Take it easy Dom, we’ll see you on the other side.” “OH god we’re dying now?” “No Fal, god... why the fuck did you drink so much?”  Silas began to dig in Dom’s pockets, pulling out the polaroid and staring at it with a small smile. “Fal?” Fallon moved beside Silas, reaching for the photo and grabbing it. “I wanna go home man, i’m done here...” With that another race of energy overcame the two. A flash of light, the feeling of weightlessness, and then they were back. Flat on the carpet of Dom’s room where they started. As soon as Silas regained feeling back in his body, he threw the picture back in the draw, resisting the urge to burn the thing that sent them back in time to make sure it never happened again. It took a second for Fallon to get back to his feet, still drunk from the drinking spree he had back in time. He grabbed at Silas, clawing at his shirt as he pulled himself upwards. “We did it! We’re home! I... I wanna sleep.” “Yeah I know-” “What are you two doing?” Both of them turned to face Dom, eyebrows furrowed together as he stepped into the room. His face was older, prominent bags under his eyes, his hair slicked back and the scar that was around his left eye still pink and puffy. “We did it... Oh you’re SOOOO old!” Fallon blabbered, racing over to Dom and hugging him close, rubbing his still snotty face against Dom’s well kept shirt. Dom gasped, pushing Fallon off of him and groaning in frustration. “Are you drunk? How the hell did you get drunk- you got... get out.” “Aw I loved getting yelled at!” Fallon chuckled, before stumbling out the room and onto Dom’s couch to lie down. Silas followed not far behind, but not before stopping by Dom as he passed. “I know it sounds weird but it’s nice to see you again. You have a nice voice.” Dom paused, opening his mouth to speak only to close it, his face turning red as he grabbed and played with the watch on his wrist, twisting and turning it as he thought back to his younger days.