#uhhh alright enough it's tag time uh

[ravinoforre]

Took all my courage to respond to the below post on Twitter (after once again deleting it in fear first lmao), but since *this* is the site I'd decided to use as my dumping ground for cringe, it's only fair to post the same here too.

First doodle is one I've posted here before, the other two have been in hiding a while.

huhuhghhhh

[rarestdoll]

a sight for sore eyes (pt.1)

prompt: mizu just can't seem to escape you no matter how hard she tries, even in her dreams

tags: lesbian, 18+, black fem!reader, using she/he pronouns for mizu, they/them for reader!

warnings: none yet! nsfw in later chapters!

with that, mizu makes her arrival around midnight, just as shop is about to close. slipping through the alleyways and back roads, she heads straight for the noodle shop. she half wonders if ringo will want to see her, especially for all the time she's been gone and for her lack of letters. she knows ringo is soft hearted with an even softer soul so it wouldn't be out of his nature to be upset over something like that especially when it came to mizu. the thought of it makes her brow knit together, frown forming at the edges of her mouth, nervous to see her friend(s) again. she takes a deep breath of the cold air, letting the crisp shock her back into a somewhat calm state, and she steps into the restaurant.

chest first she is met with hot soba broth, colliding head on with something- no someone soft, and bowls are sent flying to the floor. she doesn't even have time to react before the person has their hands all over her, dabbing and wiping with a cloth that seemed to have come from nowhere while spewing out a rapid mixture of curse words and apologies, the first directed at themselves while the later are at her.

“i'm so fucking sorry sir, i didn't even see you there! i must've been so wrapped up in my head and then you suddenly appeared and i’m the only one in shop right now and i…” mizu is barely paying at attention to the words coming from the person SHE bumped into, only able to stare at the gloss coating plump lips, the rich brown of their skin, the shine of their dark spiraling coils and even shinier brown eyes. she doesn't know what to do with herself, heart beating almost dangerously fast to the point where she finds herself reaching up to clutch her chest to as if to slow it down. she feels hot all over, not just from the noodles but something else, like she's sitting in a suffocatingly hot iron cauldron and she can't find enough moisture in her mouth to swallow down the huge lump that's formed in her throat.

“uhhh i um” she says dumbly, finally finding her voice and hoping the person she's blathering in front of doesn't notice the cracks in it. “no i'm sorry i was not watching where i was going and i did not check twice before entering and i swear i am usually not this clumsy and uh…” she trails off lamely as the person laughs melodically, eyes twinkling in mirth and curiosity and mizu thinks she's never seen anything prettier than the sight before her now.

mizu doesn't realize that she's still clutching her chest until the stranger reaches out to unbind her hand from the front of her cloak, a look of concern crossing their face as they examine the huge wet spot on mizu’s clothing. mizu is taken aback by the gentleness, stomach flipping again for the second time today but this time for an entirely different reason, absentmindedly letting the strangers roam their hands further along her torso.

“are you feeling hurt anywhere? that food was very hot and i am sure you must have gotten burned from its temperature, would it be alright for me to take you to the back to take a look at any possible injuries?” the stranger questions sincerely, face knit with worry and round eyes so big it reminds her of a baby doe and she wants to smooth out the creases in their forehead. adorable. a voice chimes in her head making her eyes widen in both denial and realization. she feels the burn of eyes of a few people leftover in the shop on her and quickly moves to distance herself from the stranger, shaking her head so hard that she almost strains it.

“no,” she manages out, fixing the front of her cloak to ensure that her bindings aren't showing from the stranger’s hand musing her clothes about. “i'm fine, is there any way i can repay you for the spilled food and for your kindness?”

the stranger's face slips back into the same from before, curiosity overpowering amusement more than anything, a kind smile gracing their glossed lips once more. “the boss is away for a few hours to run a few late night errands, if you would be so kind to help me finish the dinner rush and then i could treat you to a nice bowl of soba, a hot bath, and some company and that will make things even, do you accept?”

mizu rolls the idea around in her head a few times, deciding if this was even a good idea given what she originally came here for. seeing that is was trickling down to closing time and there were quite a few people left in the restaurant, maybe the stranger did genuinely need assistance so why not. thoughts about what could come after filled mizu’s mind and she found it even harder to say no now.

“alright, i will help you. however, would it be possible for me to receive a change of clothes, it seems that mine are quite ruined now.” she says, plucking the now cooling broth soaked cloth away from her skin in slight distaste, now smelling like soy and green onion.

the stranger only laughs at this, turning lightly on their heel to lead mizu towards the back end of the shop, slipping into the storage area to hand mizu what looked like cleaning supplies before rounding their way back into the kitchen, “oh there is no need to change silly, you will only get messier until closing! now would you be so kind to clean up the spill that you made and then once your done you can help me re-serve that order to our waiting customers!”

“what the fuck have i gotten myself into?”

once the door flaps shut behind the final customer, mizu slumps onto the nearest floor cushion, rubbing tiredly at her wrists. she hadn't worked this hard since she first started to train, wrists aching pathetically from the amount of soba laden bowls she had carried in the last hour. you had introduced yourselves to each other earlier and mizu could feel her face redden when you repeated her own name back to her in a giddy tone, eager to finally be able to put a name to her face. she feels slightly guilty, ashamed to be thinking of another person this way when she should be focusing on finding her friends. but for some reason she just can’t bring herself to care too much at the moment. she will find them first thing in the morning and besides she can’t turn down a hot meal and equally as hot bath (although she’s looking forward to being in your presence more). sighing as she settles herself into a reclined position on the floor, she scans the room looking for your silk robe clad form, fingers twitching when she spies you across the room tending to the leftover dishes in the wash area. she wants to help you but you scolded her like a child, telling her to wait for you to be finished then you both could eat. her stomach growls in remembrance and she frowns lightly, wanting nothing more than for you to be finished. like she's hoping for something, more than dinner and some fresh clothes, more than just company. her ears burn at the thought and she forcibly shakes it from her mind, guiltily flicking her eyes towards you in hopes that you didn't somehow read her mind.

“you know, i used to watch you sometimes.” you pipe suddenly, hands still sink deep in dish water. you continue to scrub, lips quirking up into a solemn smile at the reminiscence, “up in the mountains, training your heart out, always wondered just exactly who was this onryō that everyone was so scared of. but you were not the only one who was an outcast.” you speak calmly, like you've already rehearsed what you wanted to say, but with a certain sadness that mizu recognized, akin her own. she hears the small shake in your voice as you continue, “as a child i spent so much in kohama’s forest. my father’s sister grew up on the outskirts of the town, hidden away from prying eyes because she looked almost exactly like me, which in turn meant i too was hidden away. i lived with her for most of my life, until i turned eighteen then i was sold off to a group of bandits in kyoto.” mizu feels herself dim at the mention of the men, already knowing what you mean without you having to even fully explain it. “‘i never seen a creature like you before’ they would say.” you fidget uncomfortably, shaking the shudder that started to rack through your body, pushing yourself on for the sake of getting to the point. “what i’m saying is, i’ve see you since i was a kid. i think we are both the same in a lot of ways, except i’ve never raised a sword in my life. i did, however, end up slaughtering those men. a few tried to have their way with me while i slept so i slit their throats with my kitchen knife in return.”

this punches a surprised laugh out of mizu, not because she didn't believe that you would do that but because she knew you could. “i’m not sure why you are telling me any of this but i am glad that you managed to escape from there. those scum deserved nothing but what they had coming to them.”

“oh it was ringo that actually helped me. funny thing is, the big sweetheart ended up killing more men than me!”

the mention of her friend makes her shoot up from the floor, making her way into your space in less than five strides. the strength of her grip as she grasps your wrists in near desperate manner makes you gasp harshly, not at all expecting her hands to be so inhumanly cold.

“ringo?! you know ringo?!”

“well yes! he owns the shop, meaning he is my boss. he should be back soon!” a wide grin graces mizu’s face at the news. seems like what she was looking for has been here all along! she slumps her shoulders in relief as if a huge weight has been lifted off of them. you eyes follow her curiously, faintly wondering what business a lone samurai has with ringo but mizu just smiles loosening her hold on you slightly to guide you away the sink back towards the seating area.

“you sit down, you have helped me enough today. i'm going to make dinner and no don't make that face i've had my share of lessons from ringo so i won't poison you i swear. i would however appreciate those clothes you promised and a hot bath, if you could be so kind?”

a/n: here’s the first chapter! so sorry for the delay i’ve been very sick and i’m just now feeling well enough to work on this again! hope u enjoy ^__^

[under-the-dirt]

Hi :3

Question: could I request a one-shot with Ghost based on this song?

thank you for the ask!!! i’ve been wanting to base a one shot off a song for a bit now!! <333

sorry it took a while to respond, i was sleeping and i had to brainstorm the one shot!! but, i really hope you like it <3333

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

tags: afab!reader (sorryz again it’s super hard to write gn! smut. :[), not really established relationship, smut, simon’s kinda mean, but he loves u <3, uhhh petnames, a bit of angst, UNDER 13 DNI!!!!

You and Simon had been in this ‘friends with benefits’ type deal for at least a year now, and he’d always come when you needed him, or when he needed you.

Tonight, you needed each other, as he holds you down to the bed, hands interlocked, slamming into you as you whimper and moan.

He knows you, he knows you so well, well enough to know how to turn your brain off whenever you had sex. He knew how to touch you in all the right places, to say all the right words, move the right way to slam into your g-spot with every thrust.

“A-ah Simon!” You moan, and he shushes you.

“Keep it down, love,” He reminds you. It was nighttime after all , and you were in his highly occupied base. You hated how quiet you had to be.

“Mm- mm… Simon- Simon,” You whine, and he hums, rubbing your clit gently, sending you over the edge quicker than you could have anticipated.

“‘Ave ya wanted me this much? Ya missed me this much?” He teases, collecting your cum and slick on his fingers to display to you, before lifting his mask to his nose and licking his fingers clean. You whine at the sight. “Hm.. So needy nowadays..” He purrs, leaning down and kissing your chest gently, before taking one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth and sucking gently. The sensation was so much, you hardly realized he was back to thrusting into you harder than before, messier, sloppier, and you knew he was close.

“Where d’ya want it?” He asks, still hammering into you, heavy balls slapping against soft skin, and you moan.

“Uh- ch-chest,” You instruct softly, panting for air between broken moans.

“Hm.” He grunts, slowly pulling out and pumping a few times, before releasing a low groan and a puddle of his sticky cum on your chest.

You relax against the bed with a sigh. He climbs off of you, walking to the restroom and wetting a rag with warm water. He walks back over to you and begins cleaning the cum off your chest and cleaning the mess between your legs. Once finished, he walks back to the bathroom and you can hear the shower start.

Taking this as your cue to leave, you slowly get up, trying your best to stay on your feet. Which is always one of the most difficult parts of leaving, he always fucks you so good you can’t stand and you’re sore in the morning. You wish you could just stay the night, but you know that isn’t a possibility.You have a feeling that you both have mutual feelings but.. something won’t let you in. It’s like he’s got his guard up constantly, even for you, who has been in such intimate situations with him multiple times for over a year.

You were still standing there, naked and shaking, eyes unfocused as you were lost in thought. Simon taps the doorway to his bathroom, and you look up.

“If you’re wantin’ to join me, ya could’ve just asked,” He states, and you blush.

“Oh- uhm.. it’s alright.. i- i should get going..” You explain, grabbing your underwear.

“Nah, it’s alright, stay a while,” He offers, and you can’t help but accept. You’ve wanted to forever, and you’ve never gotten the chance. You quickly follow him into the shower, sighing from the feeling of the warm water on your skin.

Suddenly, Simon wraps his arms around your waist and presses a few soft kisses to your neck.

“‘m sorry,” He whispers into your neck, and you place your hand on the back of his head.

“For what?” You ask softly, and he sighs against your skin.

“For.. For not bein’ able t’ be with you..” He explains.

“That’s how a friends with benefits kinda works..”

“No.. I want it t’ be more, Love, I really do,” He whispers, hiding his face in your neck. You’ve never, ever seen this side of him, and it was shocking.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I- I love you.. “ He says your name with such sweet sincerity, you can’t help but blush. “But.. I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you. With everything i’ve done, the person i’ve become.. I don’t, I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Simon.”

“But i don’t know that. And you don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t,” He whispers harshly into your neck.

“Then when will I know you? I barely see you, I’ve never even seen your face-“ You respond angrily, and as you turn around to yell at him, you realize he wasn’t wearing the mask.

“Holy fuck,” You whisper, and he presses his lips together in a tight line, unsure of your reaction. You place your hands on his cheeks, holding his face, his fucking beautiful face, rubbing his scarred skin with your thumbs. He’s so much more beautiful than you pictured. His hair is a white blonde, his eyelashes are long and full, lips plump and pink, a slight stubble on his sharp jawline, a scar across the bridge of his nose and a scar on his top lip. You pull him closer and kiss him deeply, before kissing all over his face.

He was blushing now, before feeling the water begin to grow cold.

“Alright, suppose ‘s time to ge’ out,” He chuckles, stepping out of the shower and holding out a towel for you to take. You take said towel, drying yourself off and wrapping it around yourself to get your clothes from his bedroom floor.

After getting dressed, you prepare to leave. You grab your phone and you walk out of his room, giving him a quick goodbye before leaving. You sit in your car a moment, before driving away.

He loves you, and you love him. You both know your feelings for each other, so why doesn’t he ask you out.

He wishes he could. He wishes so greatly he could, but there is part of him stopping this. Stopping him from loving you fully. A part of him will never be able to love you, and he hates that. He hates it, but he can’t change it. He’ll always have that part that won’t love you. Always.

tysm for the ask!! i loved writing this one it was sm fun!! i hope it goes with your idea, this is what i was picturing. tytyty for the ask, j love getting them!! and i love Ghost (the man and the band :3) <333

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

— B A S I C S

Name: Bellinor Lanverlais

Nicknames: Dusk, which is the name he goes by in almost all circumstances. The vast majority of people don't know his actual first name.

Age: 39, I'll tick him over to 40 when Dawntrail starts. Happy birthday?

Nameday: 21st Sun of the Second Umbral Moon

Race: Elezen, Wildwoodishgardian

Gender: Dude

Orientation: Pansexual, polyamorous

Profession: Gunbreaker, will still do DRK and DRG things occasionally. Also a carpenter.

— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Blondie blond blond with some white highlights that he doesn't want to think about but luckily blend in pretty well. He also has a beard. He will never shave it.

Eyes: Dark Green

Skin: Light skinned, but does look like he goes into the sun occasionally. He promises he goes into the sun occasionally.

Tattoos/scars: Nope!

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Extremely alive. His father is named Bernon, and he was a pikeman in the Ishgardian military until he and his wife deserted left, and he is currently a maverick Wood Wailer who should probably hand in his badge. His mother is named Gwenolie, she was a chirugeon in Ishgard, which is how she met Bernon in the first place. She retired completely upon reaching Gridania ... as far as Gridania knows, at least.

Siblings: His twin sister, Orianne. Her nickname, of course, is Dawn. She's a botanist most of the time, unless she feels like the Scions are not doing a good enough job keeping an eye on her brother. Then she's a lancer who recently picked up reaper, since it's hard to feel like you're pulling your weight when your brother and his boyfriend bro are both extra special dragoons, you know?

Grandparents: ALSO VERY ALIVE, although they're all getting on in years. Gwenolie's parents are Lionnet and Aurelle Tirauland. Lionnet is a (mostly) retired chocobo trainer, Aurelle is a retired knight. Bernon's parents are Ciceroix and Iliette Lanverlais. Ciceroix was also a pikeman in the military (now retired) and Iliette is a retired archer.

In-laws and Other: It's kinda funny this asks for in-laws but not ... partners? Farron is Dusk's almost-husband, which makes Farron's semi-adopted dad, Bjalla, Dusk's almost-father-in-law. Farron also has two kids, twins, named Sverre and Kara, who seem keen to adopt Dusk. The twins live on the First. It's a whole thing. And Estinien is ... <waves hand vaguely>.

Pets: Dusk and Farron are currently raising two amaro babies, which probably count. Their names are Eo Lad and Sul Lad, and they're adorable. There's also Duck, of course, but he's not a pet.

— S K I L L S

Abilities: He has an excellent memory for names and visuals. He is an excellent carpenter. He's also usually pretty good in social situations.

Hobbies: He enjoys woodworking, playing piano or cello, or painting when it's Hobby Time.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Traits: Kind, determined, resilient.

Most Negative Traits: Sore loser, has a very difficult time telling concise stories, tends to hide when he's Not Alright from most people.

— L I K E S

Colors: Greens and blues.

Smells: Sawdust, and the way super cold, crisp air smells.

Textures: I have never thought about this question, and I do not intend to start. He probably likes when he runs a hand over something he's sanded and it feels perfect, though. Does that count?

Drinks: Likes finding new teas to try. Also a closet wine snob.

— O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not tobacco! :D

Drinks: As mentioned, he is into wine. He usually stops drinking once he feels himself getting tipsy, but ... not always.

Drugs: don't worry about it

Mount Issuance: His chocobo Pike, of course. He also has an amber draught chocobo named Lance.

Been Arrested: Uhhh unless that one time in Ul'dah counts, nope!

I was tagged by @alixennial, thank you! I don't want to tag every single FFXIV mutual I have, so uh ... if you're one of them, do the thing if you want. :P

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Oh my God, we’re back again🎶

Well hello….it’s 💛. You said that my requests make you happy and that you don’t mind them so I have returned. By the way, if this ever changes, do not hesitate to tell me. Even if you just don’t want to write TØP anymore. I’m a fan of a lot of fandoms you appear to write for, so I’d probably be able to request other things (again, only if you don’t mind me doing so). For what it’s worth, your stories are the highlight of my day. I frequently reread them when I’m feeling down or in need of an escape.

Alright, enough with my sappiness. You know that meme of the girl explaining something to her mom and the mom is just like 😐 (google “Me explaining to my mom meme” and it should be the first pic that shows up)? I was thinking that a fun story would be Josh trying (and maybe failing) to explain TØP lore to the reader. It doesn’t have to go super in depth to things by any means. I just can imagine that such a scenario has happened before and, quite honestly, half the time I don’t even know the lore. As always, if you hate this idea, no pressure to do it. ❤️❤️

Lore - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1374

A/N: I love that you re-read my stuff. It makes me so happy that it’s the highlight of your day. Getting your requests is the highlight of mine, writing helps me relax at the end of the day-especially with how rough it is being in senior year (I’m in the southern hemisphere and finish school late November so exams are imminent 😭). I actually re-read some of mine quite a bit. Honestly I’m so proud of the number 16 cotton candy. The way part 2 ended made me want to cry - I believe I ATE that if I do say so myself 🙌. It makes me want to add more parts, like the reader watching Clancy perform on Good Day Dema and seeing how upset/zoned out he looks and being hurt by it, the conversations they have after reuniting, more of that series’ torchbearer bc he’s funny af, and more! Literally love this request btw bc I tried explaining the lore to my mom and she pulled the exact face in the meme. 

Tyler and Josh were always on social media. It had always been a key part of their relationship with the clique, and I’d noticed it more and more when they started tagging me in memes and pictures that I didn’t know the meanings of. 

“Josh?” I asked. We were sitting on the couch under a blanket in our apartment, the weather outside cold and rainy. Josh looked down at me, I’d planted myself in his lap, my head resting perfectly on his thighs while the rest of my body stretched out across the couch. 

“Yeah?” I brought my phone up to his face. 

“What’s a forest fic and why are the clique tagging me in memes saying you don’t exist?” His face dropped, mouth open wide in shock. “Tyler reposted something about it earlier and I don't get it.” He said nothing, the silence in the room growing with every second. “What?” I could tell he was trying to frame a way to tell me the truth, surely it wasn’t that bad.

“It’s a uh….uhhhh, like a fan fiction. And like….uhhh… I’m like not real in it… like a figment of Tyler’s imagination. Uhh and then a treehouse burns down THE END,” he mumbled, stumbling through the words and giving the worst plot description I’d ever heard. I was still confused. “That’s all you will EVER need to know… no need to look it up or mention it ever again.” He flashed me a quick smile before going back to his phone. I sat there for a few moments trying to understand his words before continuing. 

“But how is that relevant to whatever Tyler posted this morning?” 

He let out a loud sigh, telling me I was starting to get on his nerves. He put down his phone and properly sat up, giving me his full attention.

“It’s related to the lore of the new album, the whole Dema thing,” he explained. I knew that over the last few albums the boys had been telling some big story but that it was too complex to just google and learn about in five minutes. 

“Like how your character is the Torchbearer?” I asked and he nodded in response. “But how is that related to you not existing?”

“Do you really want me to explain the whole lore to you?” he laughed. 

“Yeah, I guess today’s the day.”

Josh had tried to explain everything as clearly as he could but it still didn’t make any sense. He explained that he was called the Torchbearer–which I’d proudly already known–and that Tyler was called Clancy. He also said that Clancy was trying to escape Dema because of the Bishops–I still didn’t really understand the concept of the Bishops… or Dema for that matter. 

“Wait, wait, wait, so you’re saying that there’s like… nine different Bishops?” I asked, trying to get my head around it. 

Josh nodded, “And they’re in charge of different sectors of Dema where the citizens live.” 

“If I’m being 100% honest, I have no idea where we are on the timeline or what the difference between Trench and Dema is,” I laughed. Josh covered his eyes and shook his head. He grabbed his phone, sending off a couple of texts before continuing trying to explain the lore. After about an hour, we both had our computers out, Josh was on the clique side of reddit and I was taking notes, typing frantically. A loud knock sounded from the door and I got up to answer it. It was Tyler, standing in the doorway with a large blanket with ‘twenty one pilots’ printed on it, snacks–including my favorite candy, the mask he’d worn during all the Clancy promotional stuff, a roll of yellow tape, and a stuffed animal which looked like a fat goat. 

“Where’s Josh? I heard there was an emergency and I came prepared,” he spoke, running inside and jumping on the couch next to my boyfriend. Closing the door I chuckled to myself and walked back over to the boys. “Josh said you wanted to learn the lore.”

“Well I tried explaining it to her myself but she wasn’t getting it,” Josh claimed. 

“That’s because you don’t get the lore yourself, come on,” Tyler laughed. He grabbed Josh’s computer and switched the tab to YouTube. “To start with, watch this.” He started playing the band’s ‘The Story’ playlist which featured all of the lore-related music videos. We started with Heavy Dirty Soul–which I’d seen before–and then went on to watch the videos from Trench. 

“Okay so Tyler’s character, Clancy, basically tries escaping Dema but then gets taken back. Josh’s character, the Torchbearer, is in charge of the Banditos–the rebellion group–and gets Tyler–sorry Clancy out of the city and takes him to the camp but then he gets captured again?” 

Tyler nodded, confirming my understanding. We continued watching the music videos till we got to ‘The Outside’. Josh  pulled out the stuffed animal and passed it to me before pressing play. I watched the video, Josh leading Tyler through an island and into a cave. A small gremlin with black eyes, gray horns, and white fur popped onto the screen, the exact same creature the stuffed animal was modeled off of. He jumped about the dark cave mysteriously, leading Tyler to a larger group of them. “Oh my god what is that thing?” I moved into Josh, cuddling up to him, completely stunned at this creature who was both cute and terrifying at the same time. 

“It’s Ned,” he smiled, “it stands for Neuro-Expansion Device.” I nodded and continued to watch the video. Tyler had gotten the horns from Ned and was able to control the dead bishop I’d learned to be Keons. When we finally reached Navigating, Josh paused the video. “This is the video those instagram memes were referring to, the ones Tyler has been reposting.” Tyler pressed play and we sat through the entire thing. The song was catchy and the video showed Josh leading Tyler through the forest and back into Trench after leaving the island Vøldsoy. What I didn’t expect was for Josh’s character to be a figment of Tyler’s imagination and the real Torchbearer to be the Bandito one from the Trench videos. 

“WHAT?!” I gasped, “NO WAY.” There was no way this whole time the Torchbearer was not there for Clancy. I wanted to cry from how sad it was and I had to find out how the story ended. “Wait so what happens next?” 

Tyler sat up and put the computer away, “Well basically we have another music video for Paladin Strait but that’s not coming out for a while. We’ve also got some lore stuff planned for the tour so I’ve got to finalize that soon too.” 

I nodded listening to everything he was saying and trying to remember the few follow up questions I had. “So, the bishops,” I started. 

“Yeah, what about them?” Josh asked, wrapping his arms around me. 

“So I get that Keons and Nico are the main ones but what about the others? Like what kind of a name is Nills?” Tyler laughed loudly, bringing a hand up to his chest.

“They’re from the songs off Blurryface, like Sacarver, “she’s a carver,” he explained. 

“Oh so you went through the lyrics and highlighted things that sounded vaguely like names?” Josh seemed to find that hilarious because he nearly fell off the couch. Tyler however, found it less funny and rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough for today,” he got up and packed up the blanket. “You can keep the Ned by the way.” I grinned and cuddled him closer to me. 

“Thanks for the help Tyler,” Josh held me against his chest. 

“No worries,” he smiled before leaving the apartment. Josh and I were left to ourselves, the rain still pattered on the roof and I could hear the occasional grumble of thunder. 

“So Torchbearer, what’s the plan for dinner?” I asked, getting up off the couch. I got up, put away all the snacks and drinks while Josh folded up our blankets. 

“You’re never going to stop calling me that are you?” he laughed. 

“What’s that? I can’t see you, maybe you’re not really here.”

//

Hopefully this is good, I wasn't too sure about it but I think it's worth publishing. I'm so glad that I have 💛 anon bc their requests are awesome and I love hearing their feedback. I felt guilty last night about declining a Joshler fic but bc of 💛 saying I should write what I want it felt okay.

[matd0]

life update ig ??:

hi hi hi hi hi hi hi !!!

ok so

1. i mentioned about having medical issues and some people got concerned so i just want to quickly explain the thing yk; in short it turns out having anxiety can cause heart arrhythmia ????? which can be like kinda dangerous;; but like in most cases it's fairly harmless so i should be alright :] !! still have to go check it out at the hospital (which i have been sorta putting off for a while bc yk. anxiety,, lol) but like other than it stressing me out a bit, everything is relatively fine :]

2. school is kicking my ass rn 💀 have a lot of unfinished work and missed a ton of classes bc my mental health kinda sucks,, so yk it's not exactly going great lol. but uhhhhhhhhhh im sure I'll figure it out ? ig ?? ye.

3. got a small art block. well it's more like "i have so much work to do, how dare i draw at a time like this" (and then just go to sleep bc im soo stressed and overwhelmed about everything 💀) but like. I'll probably get over it soon 🤷

idk i also just feel super obligated to always post super high effort paintings if i have many followers yk? like alot of the time i just feel like my drawings aren't good enough and everyone will like despise me for it;; and idk ig i just need constant approval for everything i do for some reason sjdhjshd. ik it's like. a really inaccurate and terrible way to look at it but i just can't rlly help it;;

uhhh all that to say, i hope it's alright if i post more sketches and unfinished drawings ? ;;

4. i would like to formally apologize for barely responding to literally anything. like. im so sorry dudes;;;;;;; unfortunately i have. very intense social anxiety and literally do not respond to anyone ever. (/srs it's like. a genuine issue in my life. whoops) but like i feel super bad about it bc i don't want to seem like i don't care T_T cuz lik e. i literally read every comment, message, tag, etc. and they always make me so so so happy ;;;;; like i routinely show screencaps of random comment to my friends gush about how nice they are 💀 idk point being; im a loser, i love all of you and it blows my mind that anyone cares about my silly drawings for a p much dead fandom lol.

extra: also i uh made a creepypasta oc 🧍‍♂️might post about him maybe idk im scared it'll be cringe sjhsjsgdhgdhd epic

TLDR; pretty stressed, small art block, school suckz, might die but probably not lol.

(sorry this came off super negative and sort of venty 💀 its all good i swear, im just silly)

[beepboop260]

I wrote a thing and it's Sett/Yone and I haven't written a thing in like, years so uhhh idk how it is really. Also I don't have a title for it cause I'm bad at naming things

I normally censor characters' names but considering this is a fic I'm not going to do that so this will probably show up in tags so

Note: This story contains: weight gain, stuffing, and also some light burping. Don't read if that's not your thing.

It started with Sett just trying to make sure Yone was eating enough. The man would lock himself away in his office and work for hours at a time and Sett realized he never saw Yone consume anything other than coffee. He didn’t eat much when they went out for food either, so Sett started making little meals and quietly bringing them into Yone’s office and setting them beside him. It pleased him that Yone would emerge some time later bringing an empty plate back to the kitchen. If he managed to be around when this happened Yone would always thank him for the meal before returning to work. Sett received praise from the others for his cooking, but Yone giving him praise felt different. Yone always seemed a bit shy about it. Sett found it cute and found himself wanting to give him more food just to see more of it but he restrained himself.

Then the holidays rolled around and Sett found himself wanting to spoil Yone and give him snacks between meals. He’d leave him small batches of pastries and would be overly pleased when Yone finished the plate. These snacks happened on top of the meals Sett was giving Yone and Sett worried perhaps he was giving him too much, but he rationalized it with that if it was too much then Yone would simply not finish it all.This never happened and Sett started to wonder if perhaps even with meals and snacks that Yone still was a bit undernourished. 

Sett started giving Yone bigger meals and more snacks and still Yone never emerged with leftovers and would always abashedly offer some praise for Sett’s cooking before hiding away again in his office.

This went on for a while and Sett thought nothing of it until one day he looked a little more intently at Yone when he came out of his office and something seemed… different. Yone was wearing one of his usual long sleeved shirts but it didn’t seem to fit like it normally did. Yone tugged at his shirt down a bit after washing his dishes and tried to beeline back to his office, but Sett wanted to investigate this observation. “Hey, Yone!” Sett walked over to Yone and put his hand on his shoulder. “Just wanted to offer some thanks that you work so hard to keep everything, and uh, everyone, under control around here.” Sett beamed a smile at Yone and gave him a big hug. Yone seemed a little surprised by the hug at first, but he was used to how cuddly Sett was and how much he liked giving hugs to all the members of the band. Sett had his arms wrapped around Yone’s shoulder area but gently sneaked his hands down to his waist. He squeezed lightly and, as he had guessed, he felt some squish. Yone instantly realized what Sett was doing and began trying to wriggle out of his grasp but Sett only tightened his hug. Yone tried pushing against Sett to get away but it was of no use against a man who works out five times a week. Sett chuckled. “I was kinda wondering if all my cooking was affecting you, now I see that it was.” Sett pressed his fingers into Yone’s softened sides again and felt him start to try and get away. This time Sett let go. Yone’s face was bright red. “It’s… It’s nothing I can’t deal with easily.” Yone tugged his shirt down, the fittedness of his wardrobe working against him. “I’ve just been busy.” Sett smirked in response. “Alright then. I’m still gonna keep cooking for you. I feel like you just won’t eat if I stop.” “That’s fine with me.” Yone said. Sett wanted to say that Yone almost looked like he was relieved that Sett wasn’t going to stop bringing him food. 

Sett continued cooking for Yone and Yone kept eating it all. Sett noticed Yone seemed to be wearing more of his looser fitting tops and he also was wearing sweatpants more often these days. As time went on Yone seemed to get new shirts and some new sweatpants. Sett needed to investigate this. This time he went into Yone’s office with some freshly baked cookies and set them down on his desk. Yone immediately grabbed one and started eating it, used to Sett just leaving after dropping off snacks, he didn’t do that this time. “Y’know, I’d say you’ve become pretty reliant on my cooking. I’d also say you enjoy it more than you let on.” Sett smirked as he put his hand on the back of Yone’s swivel chair and pulled it back and turned Yone towards him. 

Yone had definitely put on more weight. Even with one of his new shirts on, Sett could see the outward curvature of his stomach, perhaps even some curvature on his chest too. Yone was holding his half eaten cookie as his face started turning pink. He had nowhere to go. He was seated with an almost seven foot tall man looming over him. “I’ve been wanting to see the effects of my cooking on you a bit more personally” Sett smirked as he poked Yone’s stomach. Yone muffled a burp. Maybe he was still a bit full from lunch which wouldn’t be surprising considering he ate less than an hour ago. Sett had started making sure Yone always had some food nearby. “Last thing I’d say about this is that you’re enjoying it.” Sett said playfully. Yone’s face was bright red. “I’ve seen you track your eating before to maintain your figure, yet now you seem to be completely ignoring that.” Sett continued to press Yone. Yone looked away, he didn’t want to admit anything but he had a feeling Sett wasn’t going to leave until he did. “Your cooking is good. Perhaps too good… It feels like a shame to let any of it go to waste.” Yone said, almost mumbling. “Oh yeah?” Sett perked up. “And this doesn’t do anything for you?” Sett poked Yone’s squishy stomach again, making him squirm a little. “It doesn’t hinder my work at all.” Yone picked at his shirt. “And… it’s not bad…” Yone kept looking away from Sett, knowing Sett was smirking at all this. “Mmm. Guess I’ll continue keeping you well fed then.” Sett put his hands on his hips, obviously pleased with himself. “Maybe I’m still not giving you enough, I’ll have to start giving you bigger servings. Just to make sure you’re nice and full. Maybe I should even try figuring out what your max capacity is~” Sett smiled knowingly. Yone used his hand that wasn’t holding his snack to try and hide how red his face was. Sett had cracked the code. Yone was eating everything he gave him because it was good and he also seemed to just be enjoying eating and not minding the consequences of gaining weight. Sett was excited to see where this would go. 

Sett did as he said he would and started feeding Yone more. Giving him bigger servings and being extra on top of making sure he always had food. He was happy Yone still seemed dedicated to eating everything Sett gave him even when he obviously seemed full. Yone started to pack on the pounds and the other members of the band noticed but didn’t say anything as they didn’t feel like getting chewed out by him.

Yone emerged from his office with a notably full belly. Wearing an all new outfit as he had outgrown all his old clothes. He had an almost waddle to his step as he moved to put his dishes in the sink. Sett came up from behind Yone and looped his arms around him, and being so close Sett could hear that Yone was breathing heavier than normal. “Please don’t press on my stomach right now. That breakfast you gave me was really filling…” Yone huffed. Sett smiled and couldn’t resist as he lightly pressed his hands against Yone’s sides. There wasn’t much give, Yone seemed to be pretty stuffed at the moment, and Yone muffled a belch but it was still pretty loud and then groaned. He just wanted to sit down and rest because if he was already stuffed after breakfast then he needed as much time as he could get to digest for lunch. Sett seemed to have a big day planned for him. Sett went from pressing his hands into Yone’s sides to gently rubbing his belly, trying to help soothe him. “I’ve got something to help tide you over until lunch.” Sett smiled as he let go of Yone and went to the kitchen to bring back a large milkshake-looking drink. Yone took it and just thought about how there was no way there wasn’t weight gain powder in it and it wasn’t going to help at all with how full he already was. “Thanks.” Yone said before muffling another burp and going back to sitting at his desk. 

Yone finished the shake just as Sett brought him lunch. Sett had switched to bringing Yone’s food on a tray because of how much there was. Sett had made him soup and sandwich but it was a massive sandwich that seemed to be some sort of over the top BLT and a large bowl of creamy broccoli cheddar and then a brownie as a dessert. Yone huffed as he already started wondering if he had room in him for any of it. His stomach churned loud enough for Sett to hear. “Hm. How about I skip your post-lunch snack so you’re nice and hungry for dinner?” Sett asked and Yone responded by lazily muffling a burp and nodding. It was going to take him a bit to finish this lunch and he was going to need as much room as he could get for whatever kind of dinner Sett had planned. 

Yone somehow managed to get everything down. He leaned back in his chair as far as he could, trying to do anything to ease the pressure in his stomach. He rubbed his stomach and burped occasionally and with no one around he didn’t care to muffle it. He continued to try and soothe his stomach until he fell asleep in his chair. 

Yone woke up some time later. Thankfully he didn’t feel nearly as full as he had before. He could smell Sett cooking in the kitchen. Bracing his arms against the armrests of his chairs, Yone stood up from his chair, feeling a bit weighed down by his stomach. As he stood up he noticed his shirt no longer covered all of his stomach, there was a sliver of skin showing at the bottom. He picked at his shirt but it was definitely hugging him more than it was this morning.

Yone padded his way into the kitchen, feeling heavy and he felt that that feeling was only going to get stronger after this. He sat down and saw Sett’s ears perk up as he realized Yone was sitting at the table. “Almost ready~” Sett called as he seemed to be finishing up. He then started moving things to the table. “So! We’ve got: my mom’s spaghetti, that mac n’ cheese Kayn likes so much, and then I put together some miso soup for you since I know you like it.” Sett rambled off as he started making Yone a plate before serving himself. Yone’s serving was as big as Sett’s, except Yone didn’t do all the exercise that prompted that Sett did that prompted eating that much. Yone also suspected he wasn’t getting only one serving.

Sett gave Yone his plate and then sat down and they talked and ate. Yone appreciated the conversation because it was helping distract him from the fact he was already feeling full most of the way through his plate. He managed to get everything on his plate down and then drank his soup. He huffed and patted his stomach and belched while kind of forgetting Sett was there so he didn’t bother to muffle himself. Sett’s ears perked up and he smiled at Yone. Yone just blushed in response. “I always enjoy hearing you enjoy my cooking.” Sett said as he got up and got Yone a second serving. Yone watched as Sett put another heaping serving in front of him. Despite feeling full with quite the belly to show for it, Yone still picked his fork back up and got back to it. He was slower this time around. Taking more breaths and pausing to burp at times. Even though he was only getting more full, Yone still loved every bite. Everything was cooked perfectly and seasoned nicely. He finished the plate and moved to drinking his soup. Placing a hand on his stomach and then drinking it he was almost able to feel it fill up his stomach even more. He finished the bowl and belched loudly. At this point he didn’t care to do anything to diminish it and Sett just beamed a smile at him with some blush on his cheeks.

Yone was breathing heavier after that plate. He shifted in his seat a bit, seeing if he could lean back anymore to give his stomach more room. “How about we get started on dessert? It’s something I know you’ll like.” Sett got up and went to the fridge and came back with a large red velvet cake covered in cream cheese frosting. Yone rubbed his stomach while staring at the cake. He wanted more room in his stomach because it was very much something he liked. It was a cake made for probably six to eight people but Yone knew it was all for him. Sett sliced a generous portion for Yone and the cake had plenty of layers to make way for lots more cream cheese icing between layers. Yone felt his mouth water and took a moment to think about how much of an appetite he had these days, perhaps he was more into this than he thought. Sett gave Yone his plate before reaching over and giving Yone’s stuffed belly a pat, knocking a belch out of Yone. Yone blushed but he did immediately dig in. It was one of his favorite desserts. 

Yone finished one slice and was served another, and then another. He slowed down a little more with each slice until there was just one generous slice left. Yone huffed and wheezed. He was amazed he found the room for almost an entire cake on top of a huge dinner and also on top of the large breakfast and lunch he had. Yone was rubbing his stomach with both his hands now, doing anything to help ease the pressure he felt. Sett placed the last slice in front of him. “C’mon, I know you wanna finish it~” Sett said, and he was right, Yone did want to finish it. Yone picked his fork back up and very slowly got to eating the last slice. He wheezed and breathed heavily the entire time with some burping sprinkled in.

He put the last bite in his mouth and forced himself to swallow, feeling incredibly full. He wheezed loudly, even opening his mouth to pant at times. Sett came over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “You did so well.” Sett praised and Yone just groaned in response. “I… huff… can’t move…” Yone managed to get out. He was pinned under the weight of his own over engorged stomach and how very uncomfortable he was. Sett put his hands on Yone’s stomach and began to rub. Sett’s hands were nice and warm against Yone’s taut skin. Yone let out a massive belch and went back to breathing very heavily as he titled his head back and let Sett rub his stomach. He could feel himself slipping into a food coma now that Sett was helping soothe him. He wondered how much Sett would push this thing they had going. How much bigger was Sett going to make him? How many more times would he end up pinned under the weight of his own gluttonous choices due to Sett? Yone found himself hoping that Sett would continue this indefinitely, pushing him to eat more and more and get bigger and heavier. He drifted off to sleep thinking about how good it felt to be stuffed to his limits, hoping he could continue pushing them.

[flashnthunder]

Miscellaneous tag game

@grumpy-liebgott and @sharkboyandlavalieb tagged me <333 and i am of course a million years late

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

inside the us i would say maine, i love the ocean/forest combo it's got going on

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

coauthoring several medical research papers as an undergrad, which is like my one and only flex and it's a nerdy one

Favorite books?

new hampshire- robert frost, the art of being human- michael wesch, ajax- sophocles (yes, only one of these is technically a book ik)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

it might be cheesy to say music, but music and my friends <3

Favorite thing about your culture?

from the midwest US (so there's not that much), but i was raised very much in borderline appalachia and the older i've gotten the more i've come to appreciate that as part of how i was raised, so i would say quilting! i was taught to quilt by the women in my family and i still cherish the connection to them through that

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

band of brothers in 8th grade, my history teacher would play it for us and i'm pretty sure he used it in place of actually teaching but he was a real one and also a drill sergeant so i don't think anyone argued with his methods

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

have NOT read any BoB books, but i have read most of the ones that inspired the pacific + a shit ton of pacific memoirs in general

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

lip and luz with the dud shell, bull watching out for the younger replacements, the officers in the eagle's nest, and just in general all of episode 8

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

band of brothers, top gun, the pacific (hypothetically), mota now it looks like, way back to my roots would be star trek and also whatever was going on with bandoms in hs that is a dark time

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

oooh idk it changes, but last year i was on an ethan hawke kick- 'adopt a highway' and 'first reformed' are two he's good in (obligatory dead poets society mention ofc)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - sarah williams

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

so bad at fun facts uhhh. uh. i am double-jointed in my hands.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i have NEVER had a beta reader and i am simply too scared to ask how it works because i'm not sure anyone should have to be subjected to my writing process but!! always willing to give a new thing a shot

Three things that make you smile?

my dog when she stretches in the sun, swimming in a creek in the summer, sitting in the car with my best friend while it rains

Any nicknames you like?

izzy! i have liked it well enough to all but legally make it my real name, other than that izzy-maye from people i'm close with, or iz/izzers when people are in a hurry

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@andromeddog art makes me go feral, @mutantmanifesto killer art that is living rent-free in my mind, @ewipandora MWAH you already know you make my day better on here, @onehelluvamarine has me kicking my feet giggling when they're in my notifs, @terresdebrume lovely writing <3

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

foolproof 3 step plan, ready for it? 1- find a good ditch 2- lay down in the ditch 3- just let it happen

idealistically i think i could go chill in the woods for a semi-significant period of time and be alright

Favorite movie?

logan's run (comfort movie, questionable 70s sci-fi), the hunt for red october (always feeling very big feelings on this), arrival, apocalypse now, fury, dead poets society, alexander (like the 4 hours version because im insufferable like that) the old star trek movies

Do you like horror movies?

i love horror movies WITH people you will not catch me watching them on my own, but 100% love love getting to sit on someone's couch and watch one

Tagging:

(no pressure and apologies for any double tagging) @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @deputy-buck @lamialamia @blurredcolour @saturnwisteria @staud + anyone i tagged in my answers and forgot to tag down here, or anyone who just wants to do it :)

[heartbrake-hotel]

TIME FOR A WIP TAG GAME 💫

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

oh nooo exposed by smitty for my ridiculous doc names.. how could you DO this to meee 😭 dfghs but thanks for the tag darlin @prompted-wordsmith.!!

(tagged on my main but i thought i'd go ahead and post here instead... if i posted all of my wips for every fandom, we'd be here a month 🤭)

my naming conventions are notably all either coded nonsense only comprehensible to me, or song lyrics that are not, in fact, from the song i Actually titled the fic with.! it got so ridiculous i made a spreadsheet to keep track of their shorthand names, their Real Actual Titles, and their summaries. just so i could always find right what i was looking for. i love to cross-reference ! three cheers for color-coding ! 🎉 luckily for me, said doc came in veryyy handy when it came to copy/pasting for this tag game 😂😂

daddy? sorry, da-

i get no help around this goddamn house

this is the Real t&s

he was the congregations vagrant

cry about it, fucker

the saints we see are all made of gold

all the small things

lover's lover's alibi

he's the one to call (dr. feelgood)

my middle name is miseryyy

ho ho hopefully

this is NOT feederism it is cARETAKING

who do you love

what breed is he just a little guy

toxic las vegas

achy breaky head

catch a falling star💫

being weird together is a love language

oscars flop era

9 to 5

go out by the oak leaf

motorpsyche 🏍️

ive beaten the orange camaro

ginger snapped 🐺

vacation all ive ever wanted

polk salad booty is this anything

some of these have been in the works for YEARS, like.. since the movie actually came out.. i started writing two days after i got home from the theater the first time oOP look y'all know me alright the likelihood any of these will actually make it to posting on this blog is,, uh. Slim !! ngl it's pretty slim. i have wips from over a decade ago that STILL don't feel done enough to publish 🙈 but these in particular are very near and dear to my heart and i'd love to gauge y'all's interest anyway.! so fire away, ask me anything, i love to talk and am always down to gush 👍

tagging: @whositmcwhatsit, @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @mooodyblue, @vintagepresley, @floralcyanide, @whatstruthgottodowithit,@dreamingofep, @ooihcnoiwlerh, @suraemoon, @vintageshanny, uhhh i panicked at the length of this list and don't know who else writes around here and is left to tag, but pleaseeee take this as an open invitation to join in if you want!! i'd love to see everyone's systems 🥰🥰 and of course no pressure if you don't 👌

[msm-tsotmw]

5/25/20XX

(also tagging @paidexp heehee)

So, yesterday we finally got to meet Edin. And, uh…

they were around fucking

100 feet tall or something like that

He almost stepped on me.

Uh, Sorry! Ah Just… Didn’t Notice Ye There Coz You’re So Small.

well its not their fault for being so short

(Sprigg rolls their eyes.)

Ah Didn’t Mean It, Really!

…Okay.

So , Is It Okay If You Retell The Story You Told Us Yesterday ?

…Huh?

The Story ? You Know …

Sorry, Ah Forgot Abit That One. I’m Kin' Ay Forgetful, Miss… What’s Yer Name Again?

Aw , That’s Alright ! My Name’s Toorie , By The Way .

Ah. Toorie. Thanks!

No Problem !

���Wait, What Were We Talkin’ Abit?

Um .

Why are you so forgetful?

Huh?

You know, how you forget things really easily.

Er… Problem Wi’ My Core, Apparently. That’s What Others Say, Anyway…

…Ooh, One Of Those Ladybugs Jeeo’s Always Talking Abit!

Careful ! You Might-

(The ladybug lands on one of Edin’s hands, and they are surprisingly gentle for a 107 foot tall robot with a castle for a body.)

Oh .

wait uhhh whos jeeo

Awdajeeo Derchattenn? You Know, That Ladybug-Spider Fella.

oh yea right

him

and his weird fucking stogg

Wha?

nothing

Wait, how come you’ve never sang in Faerie Island’s song?

Well, Ah Am Taller Than Th’ Average Wubbox, Plus Ah’m Kind Of Loud If I’m Not Careful Enough. Ah Think Ah Caused An Earthquake The Last Time Ah Sang.

Oh. That explains it.

…Wait, how did a Wubbox like you get onto Faerie in the first place?

Uh , Sprigg , I Think That’s Too Much Questio-

Nae, They Can Ask All They Want!

An', Well, Ah Dunno How Ah Got Here, Either…

All I Remember Is Wakin' Up Here On Faerie, An' Boom! New Friends!

Kind of like how all Jeeo remembers is arriving here…

Wha?

Nothing, just something Jeeo told me.

Ah, Jeeo! He’s A Nice Fella.

Wait, What Were We Talkin’ Abit?

Oh, Look! It’s Jeeo, Avani, And That Bird He Hangs Out With! Hi!

(The 107-almost-110-foot-tall Faerie Wubbox waves to the 2 Monsters and 1 big critter far below him.)

huh? oh, hello!

hey!

bark bark!

oh shit avani

grrrrrrrrr

Uh… Ye Got Somethin’ Against Her?

she bit me once and it HURT

Oh.

Well, She’s Not Pure ‘At Open To Visitors, But She’s A Friendly Stogg Once You Get On Her Good Side!

if you say so

Anyways , Do You Guys Wanna Get Some More Pizza ? There’s Leftovers From Yesterday !

no thanks

Okay.

What? What’s A Pizza?

Ah , Just Like Mauna .

Who?

One Of Our Friends ! She Doesn’t Remember A Lot Of Things Due To Having Been Trapped In Amber For A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG Time , But She Really Liked The Pizza When She Got To Trying It !

Ah, Alright! I’d Try Too, But Ah’m Probably WAY Too Big To Get A Seat At Th' Bakery.

Maybe We Can Bring Some ?

That’d Be Brilliant, Thanks!

Alright , The Others And I’ll Be Going There Now ! Bye !

See Ya, Toorie!

bye

(Mondo tries to avoid getting bitten by Avani AGAIN. Sprigg spots something in a bush… is that a piece of paper?)

…Yeah. See you.

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

yeah um uhhhh new AU fact just dropped!! so instead of being actual Monsters, Stoggs are just REALLY big critters that are able to join into an Island’s song. the same goes for Reedlings, since those 2 are basically the dogs of the Monster World!!

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[namikawa]

— [too hot to handle]

featuring: seijoh four [oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, matsukawa]

cw: smut, chubby!reader, porn with plot, degradation, praising, jealous!iwaizumi, meandom!iwaizumi (if you squint), mocking, heavy dom/sub dynamics, tad bit of dumbification, sir kink. pet names (dollface, pretty girl, princess, koji (little one), angel, and darling). wc: 2.8k.

notes: i'm so bad at warnings, so i apologize. uhhh hope you like this fic, it's kinda self-indulgent because i am a seijoh four lover. a part 2 could be made if this gets any attention i'm not sure right nowww.

as the school day unfolded, you received a text from your boyfriend. your phone lit up with the name “iwa<3” as you swiped up to read the message. “hey y/n, you wanna hang out after school?” you think nothing of the simple message, softly smiling and responding to him.

“uh yeah, just us, or are the other three dipshits tagging along?” you reply wearily. the truth is, iwaizumi had always been a caring lover, but after you became close with these three something had changed about him, specifically the way he acted around you with them around. you both had decided to keep your relationship private, that included not telling the boys. it was best that way, but you couldn’t seem to shake the attitude iwaizumi got around you and his friends.

throughout the day you glanced at your phone, awaiting his reply. he finally responded during your last period, which unfortunately always felt like the longest period. the text read, “the dipshits can’t wait to see you they're practically foaming at the mouth :)”. after snickering to yourself, you decide to humor him a bit.

“yeah yeah, i know they enjoy seeing me so much! tell them to play nice or it’s gonna end up like last time.”

-

the last time you had all been in a room together, takahiro had decided to mess with you. you were sitting on the couch of the volleyball room texting a friend when hanamaki walked up and plopped down right next to you. as you looked up from your phone, he smiled arrogantly. “who are you texting, y/n? do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. “i can’t believe somebody would be dense enough to want to go out with you!” he chuckled, followed by a few scattered laughs from the other two boys.

“i say the same thing about you hiro, but then we all found out your girlfriend was cheating on you… so maybe she wasn’t too dense after all.”

after that conversation, hanamaki wasn’t too fond of you or your mouth for that matter.

as soon as the last period let out, you quickly walked toward the vending machines grabbing your usual snack, a cherry diet coke, and a granola bar. you swiftly turn around, hearing an oh-so-familiar voice. “iwa!” you exclaimed happily. “y/n! how was class?” he asks, grabbing the drink from your hand and pushing it upward a bit, gesturing as if to ask for a sip. of course, you nod beginning to walk ahead of him toward the volleyball room.

“class was alright, never a dull moment,” the sarcasm evident in your tone. he laughed lightly. walking around the corner you look around, checking for any teachers or bystanders. seeing none, you cautiously open the door to the volleyball locker room, sitting your things down on the floor and falling onto the couch. “relaxation at last!” you exclaim.

unwrapping your granola bar and taking a bite, you look over at hajime sitting on the couch across from you. “are the dipshits coming or what?” you ask jokingly. he looks up from his phone, rolling his eyes. “if you keep asking about ‘em, i might start to think you like them you know?” he smirks. you grab your phone, not even bothering to entertain his antics as you begin scrolling through your timeline. although the comment did hit some nerve, you try your best to ignore it.

hajime had always understood his friends were attractive and incredibly seductive at that, he didn’t mind the thought of you having innocent crushes on them, but the thought of you leaving him for one of them would sometimes cross his mind. he’d expressed his feelings with you before, along with his thoughts of imagining it “could be hot or whatever” (his words not yours) to share you with his friends but not going into much detail other than that.

about twenty minutes later the door opens slowly, a bit anxious you look over at iwaizumi as he peers up to see who’s there. first enters oikawa, then hanamaki, and lastly matsukawa. you now pay them no mind, making room for one of them on the couch next to you. as the three boys pack into the room, the last two muttering about some girl, you prepare yourself for the annoyance to come within the next few hours.

“y/n~” oikawa calls out in a flirtatious tone. “hi oikawa,” you say, not bothering to even meet his gaze. he bends down in front of you as matsukawa and hanamaki take a seat. the latter opts to sit next to hajime, in an attempt to avoid another embarrassment while issei sits at the other end of your couch. “so rude y/n! you could at least greet me you know. it wouldn’t kill you to be a bit nicer to me.” he argues.

“that’s so true tooru, i could be a bit nicer to you… but then again i don’t care enough to do so!” you snort, hearing a contained laugh from iwaizumi, covered up with a cough. after scrolling through your phone for a bit longer, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. as you stood in the bathroom, fixing up your makeup you heard the door creak open, so you peek out a bit. “y/n? are you good?” the voice asked. “yeah, i’m fine iwa. be right out, okay?” you muttered. you made quick work washing your hands and meeting him outside.

“what took you so long?” he asked, the concern evident in his face. “just fixing my makeup!” you smile brightly, upon returning, sitting back in your seat, matsukawa peers over at you. “koji, you alright? you seem even more annoyed than when oikawa tries making his advances at you.” that caused tooru to let out an annoyed groan, muttering about how he didn’t need to be dragged into that statement. oikawa’s voiced annoyance made you let out a small giggle, rolling your eyes for the nth time today.

“it’s nothing! just a bit tired is all.” you respond. in truth, you were a bit nervous, nervous about being around all of them at once. it had been so long since you’d all been in a room together, opting for hangouts at a cafe with hajime and tooru, or watching movies with mattsun and iwa at your house. oikawa pulls you out of your thoughts, calling your name in a sing-song voice.

“tooru what is it?” you huff, less annoyed than before but still playing it off. “y/n, i think we should play a game! i’m super bored.” he peers up at you. “what kind of game?” you question him, slightly interested. “let’s have a staring contest!” he bursts excitedly. there seemed to be no mal intention behind his game, but you still reluctantly agreed.

after two games of staring at oikawa non-stop, you had won both times. “please y/n-chan! you’re so good at this, one more round!” he pouts. you sigh in agreement, counting down from three and staring into the brown-haired boy's eyes. this time hanamaki got up, walking toward you and kneeling beside you. he came a bit closer, whispering something in your ear that only you were able to hear. immediately you blinked, shaking your head and looking over at hanamaki. the pink-haired boy burst out into a fit of laughter, standing back up and returning to his original seat as oikawa cocked his head to the side, in a fit of confusion. “y/n what did hiro say?!” he questioned. you shake your head, covering your face and glancing back over at the boy. issei, now intrigued by your reaction also begins questioning you. to which you respond, “it’s nothing, he just told me a joke! ‘s all.”

neither of the boys believed a word you said, but they smile at you anyway as you try to regain your composure. “don’t i get to play a game with you too, koji? come sit.” matsukawa says, patting his lap. you stand up, a bit self-conscious about your weight, but eventually, just decide to sit down on his lap. this gains hajimes attention, peering over at issei, he announces grumpily “i’m going to go to the vending machine, i’ll be right back.” mattsun nods, smiling lazily at him and focusing his attention back on you. “are you okay with kissing me?” matsukawa asks in his usual, uninterested tone. something that intimate shouldn’t be said so easily you’d think. either way, you nod softly, feeling up for a challenge.

matsukawa beams slightly, his bored look morphing into more of an amused one. he runs his calloused hands along the curved sides of your body. “this game is called too hot, the rules are we have to kiss but we aren’t allowed to touch one another, and whoever does touch the other first loses. understand?”. a faint warmth in your cheeks begins to rise, nodding at him cautiously. “words, koji.” matsukawa encourages.

“i understand, dumbass.” oikawa gets up from the floor, sitting next to takahiro, watching as matsukawa becomes a bit agitated at your response. he slowly brings his lips to yours, faintly brushing over them a few times as you hold yourself back. if there is one thing you do know about issei, it’s that he will never fail to be a tease. after brushing your lips against one another a few more times, he gently sucks on your bottom lip, peppering soft kisses upon it. feeling tired of the bit of teasing, you press your lips against mattsun’s, trying to take a bit of control. he lets you, enjoying the small display of dominance. after a while, he pulls away from you, eliciting a small whine from your lips. “issei! why’re you stopping,” you fully pull away from him and turn around, looking at the two boys who have their eyes trained on you.

“i think they liked our game a bit more than we did, he didn’t though.” matsukawa laughs, pointing toward the door. hajime stood there, tense and with a glint of what you could only make out to be jealousy in his eyes. you bite your lip, attempting to pull yourself off mattsun’s lap, but his hands quickly grab your plush sides, pulling you back down. “where ya’ running off to, doll? we didn’t finish our game, you scared of iwa or somethin’?” he asks teasingly.

you shake your head, turning back toward issei. “no, of course, i’m not afraid of iwa. i have no reason to be.” takahiro stands up, pulling you away from his friend's lap, and sitting you down on his own.

“this has been so nice and all, but i’d like to play a game as well. you all had your turn.”

hanamaki lets his long, slender hands roam the soft skin of your body. occasionally gripping at it a bit roughly, as his friends observe his well-placed touches. takahiro whispers in your ear once again, making your entire body shiver at his words. “you wanna tell them what i said, darling? or should i?”. you shake your head quickly at the latter, clearing your throat.

“me… me and hiro had a few hookups. it was last year, he was just m-mocking what i used to call him.” in that moment iwaizumi speaks, for what felt like the first time in ages. “what exactly did you call him?” he says bluntly.

you close your eyes, feeling hiro’s wandering hands. with a sharp breath, you’re dragged back to reality when you feel a rough hand around your neck.

“answer me, or are you feeling too good from some light touches? i bet hiro only made you cum once, didn’t he? should’ve told me about this, angel. maybe we could’ve had a bit more fun with him sometime.” iwa spat harshly, the condescending tone flooding your mind and making you see stars. tooru and matsukawa both share a look, oikawa opening his mouth to speak but issei beating him to it.

“we?” he questions, his eyes wide with a bit of intrigue.

you nod, your eyes fluttering with the tight grip hajime has around your neck. “h-haji please,” you mumble.

iwaizumi picks you up, taking you away from hiro and sitting you on his lap. “she’s my fucking girlfriend, and all i've been watching for the past hour is you three idiots feel her up. didn’t even make her cum, did they angel?” the last part directed toward you. you shake your head, burying your face into the nape of his neck. you can feel eyes watching you as hajime makes his confession, but you settle on staying quiet. after a few minutes of silence, oikawa speaks up.

“iwa-chan does this mean we don’t get to flirt with her?” all you hear is a rough smack, followed by oikawa groaning. “oww mattsun, what the hell was that for?” he rubs his head.

“of fucking course we can’t flirt with her you dumbass, she’s iwa’s and we all know how much he hates sharing.” oikawa rolls his eyes, looking toward hajime for a definitive answer.

“i don’t mind,” he grumbles out quietly.

“what did you say hajime, i didn’t quite catch that?” takahiro teases.

“you fucking heard me, now are you accepting the offer or not?” hajime leans down toward your ear, cooing at you and whispering. “you okay with this, pretty girl?” he asks, concern laced within his voice. instead of answering him verbally, you decide to lift your head and extend your arm toward hiro, who was sitting next to the both of you.

“hiro… would you please touch me?” hanamaki is quick to nod, grabbing your extended arm and pulling you back onto his lap. “of course i’ll touch you pretty thing, but i think you should answer your dear haji’s little question from earlier. don’t you think?” you nod, a bit shy at first. “please touch me, sir. i want you so bad.”

that title is all it takes for hiro to lift your black skirt, easily move your panties to the side, and begin rubbing you.

“must’ve enjoyed us toying with you huh, angel? so wet for me right now, what’s that dumb little brain thinking about?” hiro mocks.

“no! wasn’t enjoying it, swear. only want haji.” iwaizumi smiles at this confession, watching from the other side of the couch. “trained her well didn’t ya’…haji?” matsukawa calls from across the room teasingly, including the evident nickname you had given his friend.

“i had to, just look at how pretty she is, she’s so obedient too. show him, princess.” he utters. the tall boy saunters over to you, putting his fingers close to your mouth and tapping on your cheek a few times. almost immediately you get the hint, opening up your mouth and letting him place his fingers inside your mouth. you close your lips around his thick fingers, softly sucking and moaning around them. at that moment, you feel hanamaki slide two fingers into your core.

your attention is now placed on makki, grinding on his hand and whining around matsukawa’s fingers, you feel pure bliss. you tilt your head back, giving mattsun more access to your mouth, and now extremely exposed neck. instantly you feel a pair of lips kissing and sucking on your neck, too soft to be iwaizumi’s but too rough to be issei’s or hanamaki’s. you settle on tooru, opening your eyes and glancing down at him.

you catch a glance of your boyfriend sitting next to you, palming himself through his pants at the sight of his poor girlfriend being used by his friends. mattsun removes his fingers from your mouth, rubbing them across your cheek and smiling down at you. “so fuckin’ gorgeous, maybe you’ll be even prettier when we ruin ya’. all messy and too fucked out to protest. you’d like that wouldn’t ya’, dollface.”

“shit issei, she enjoyed that, her cunt keeps fluttering around my fucking fingers. keep talking to her like that.” takahiro chimes in.

oikawa continues his assault on your neck. sucking, kissing, licking, and biting destined to leave hickeys in those spots.

“what was it that makki said earlier? ‘bout your dumb fucking brain? didn’t know you were into that, koji. maybe you really are a slut, wouldn’t put it past ya’ after this.”

those words pushed you over the edge. hiro’s slender fingers, accompanied by oikawa’s biting, along with issei’s words made you feel lighter than air. your cunt spasmed around hiro’s fingers and nothing but chants of incoherent words fell from your lips. after coming down from your high, you look at makki, who is kneading your large thighs between his hand. the first to speak was oikawa, and something you didn’t think you’d ever hear from his mouth came spilling out.

“so princess, which one of us gets to fuck you first?”

[after-witch]

THEEOOO are you alright???

Please tell me you're alright

Give us some update T_T

hey 'non so uhhh, u mm. I didn't want to post because I feel like lately all I do is just post "my life is going to shit" but ;;; YOU ASKED... SO IT'S OKAY.... and uh, truthfully:

I'm not okay. At all. Things aren't okay in a serious way.

gonna 'keep reading' cut this so it's not clogging up anyone's dash ;;

Furnace tech came out, there's a crack in the furnance (He showed me & I got it confirmed) and he tagged my furnace as unsafe for living conditions and turned off power/gas to it.

So I have no working heat throughout the house. In the winter. In an area where it can get down to the 10s/20s or colder, particularly as we get into January-February.

I don't have the money to buy a furnace, but I literally need one to live in this house and make sure my pipes don't freeze/burst, and to sell this house for anything remotely resembling a reasonable price.

They send someone out for an estimate, and it’s $4000 for a new furnance install. I don’t have it. And they gave me info to apply for a loan, but like. I can’t... take out a a $4000 loan to pay for a new furnace when I’m supposed to be moving in 2 months. 

My family found a used furnace, but we need someone licensed to install it. So far the quotes for installing it are just as much as buying the new furnace and having it installed, so it’s like. Hrm. People are asking around to see if we can find someone who will do it for a different rate. But I mean, it’s a complex installation, so I’m not hopeful.

And on top of all this, it's just like. Me trying to sell the house on my own? Somehow? Trying to declutter and clean and pack a 2000 square foot house and then figure out how to list it and for what price and do all the paperwork?

All this was already overwhelming without the "I HAVE NO FURNACE NOW" element hanging over me. And now? I just feel so lost.

So I got approved for the apartment which has a move-in date in early March, but now I'm just like, how am I going to afford the apartment $500 hold deposit in 2 weeks and later on afford the move-in costs and get a furnace installed and get renter's insurance and sell a house with presumably no working furnace in the winter and get everything decluttered and packed in very cold temps and still pay my regular bills and start saving for the next round of car insurance and make enough for gas and and and...

I've actually never felt this level of stress and despair before. I just keep bawling. Like, "when someone you love dies" level of bawling.

I'm just really not okay.

My cat and I are currently in my office with a space heater while I try to do some remote freelance work so I can pay my current bills, hopefully she joins me in the bedroom after I warm it up & stuff a blanket in the doorway cracks to keep it in. I also bought room thermometers so I can see if it's getting to dangerous cold levels and if it is, go to a relative's house.

Thankfully, I do have places I can stay at during the night (siblings houses) but the financial situation & making sure my cat is safe & making sure I'm not in dangerous cold conditions & making sure my pipe's don't freeze is just... overwhelming. idek what to do at this point.

Every time I'm like "Okay, it can't get worse," it just does. Every little positive thing (finally getting my driver's license, finding a way to pay for car insurance, getting help from commissions & amazing donations so I can get my furnace fixed last month) is immediately met with a massive backhand.

Def going to like. Post more about emergency commissions & stuff like that soon. Just right now I need to... figure out... what to make a priority.

Sorry for the long rant. I wish things were going good so I could just say that. I wish I just. had a secret stash of money that I could use to pay for this stuff and not have to worry. 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Stress Relief Part Five

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Chapters will have explicit content further down the line.

Notes: The first few chapters aren’t explicit, so I’ll add the necessary labels when they’re needed. Chapters are also going to be shorter just in general. I’ve been sitting on this one for a w h i l e.

Not beta-read

This chapter FINALLY incorporates this gifset and my tags which is what sparked the heckin' fic

Warnings: Me pretending to know anything about art crime, art forgery, or the FBI, or Ptolemaic art. Don’t get me wrong, I did some research but uhhh. Ya know. Also me pretending to know French; my Duolingo hasn't gotten this far.

Summary: You couldn’t remember the last time you left the office. You couldn’t remember the last time you were in your apartment, you couldn’t remember what sunshine looked like—

Alright, that was an exaggeration. But you and Marcus had hardly left the office since booking in Moquin’s men.

For as polite as he came off in interviewing witnesses, Marcus Pike could be a downright hardass when he was interrogating someone. You’d seldom gotten to see him in action, and honestly, it was kinda...Well, you wouldn’t say it was hot (it was hot, you just wouldn’t say it). It was sort of surprising to see your typically buttoned up and playful boss jump down the baddies’ throats—to threaten them with charges for theft of a major artwork, drug trafficking, assaulting federal officers.

And Pike didn’t just do it once. He nailed these guys to the wall one by one, listed their pending charges, warned how fucked over they’d be if these charges are dropped against their current rap sheets.

You weren't sure if it was a matter of how fired up he is about the incident at the warehouse, or if this was just how he was when he worked over a suspect. You hadn’t been in a position before to really see him in action before. It was impressive.

“You have anything to add?” He turned to you to ask at the end of each interrogation. You gave a small shrug, glancing at the man on the other side of the table.

And at the end of the first interrogation, you said, “Il ne plaisante pas.”

When it caused the smile to drop from the first goon’s face, you kept it up for the remainder of the interrogations. When you stepped out of the last one, you were immediately passed a file by a fellow agent—the testing from the van.

“What’ve we got?” Pike asked.

“We have got Gypsum...Azurite...Orpiment...Egyptian fucking blue,” You couldn’t help but curse, and grin, shaking your head as you passed him the file, “And a few flecks of limestone in the truck bed.”

“It’s not the relief.”

“It’s a smoking gun—and it’s more than enough to hold them.”

“I know. I just wanted to see you bite back a little bit.”

You glanced up to see Pike smiling a touch as he flipped through the file. You couldn’t help your small eye roll, but you were smiling, too.

“I’ll start with Bouchard,” You offered, “According to our intel, he’s the closest to Moquin, the most likely to have a line on the relief.”

“Sounds good,” Marcus nodded, beginning to peel away from you before he stopped, “Hey, uh—”

You stopped, brows raising.

“That...Thing that you said to them in there, ‘Il ne’...What’s that mean?”

“‘He’s not kidding’.”

Marcus’ brows raised sharply.

“I didn’t even know that you spoke French.”

“I don’t, much," You take a few steps backward. "Just, like...Curse words, mostly, threats, and, like, asking where the bathroom is. You know, the important stuff.”

--

You couldn’t remember the last time you had left the office. You couldn’t remember the last time you were in your apartment, you couldn’t remember what sunshine looked like—

Alright, that was an exaggeration. But you and Marcus had hardly left the office since booking in Moquin’s men. Each of you had changed your clothes at least once, from reserves in your desks. You found yourself leaning back in your seat and yawning widely, arms stretching back over your head. You could feel your back popping in bits. You knew that there was far more to stretch, but you weren't about to get up and bend over in the middle of the office, lower back comfort be damned.

You glanced toward the windows and found night falling—again. It seemed as if the last time you’d glanced over, night had been falling then, too. You glanced over to see Pike hunched over a stack of files. You took a moment to look him over more fully. He’d swapped from his typical suit jacket to a backup-sweater tugged over his button-down. He looked oddly comfy for working in the middle of a bustling office. But he looked tired, too—and you couldn’t imagine the last time he ate.

You frowned, stomach rumbling. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember the last time you ate. Plucking up your jacket, you turned, informing the agent nearest you that you're going to grab food before you walked over to Pike’s desk.

“C’mon,” You nudged his arm gently.

“Hm?”

“Dinnertime, let’s go.”

You were certain that he’d just tell you what he wanted. But you watched Pike’s expression shift from bewilderment to ease in a blink. 

--

“Is that—Agent Pike, are you not consuming breakfast food at dinner time?” You asked, allowing teasing to bleed into your tone. Marcus snorted, plucking up the ketchup bottle from the end of the table with one hand and lifting his burger bun with the other. 

The two of you had wound up at a busy diner not too far from headquarters. You’d only been in a time or two for the sake of picking food up and bringing it back to the office, and had figured that you’d be doing the same then, but Marcus has asked for a table for two and, well. There the two of you still were. You hadn’t paid attention when he’d ordered; you’d been in the middle of answering an email. You hadn’t bothered to ask what he'd gotten, either, figuring that he’d receive his usual stack of—oh, pancakes, waffles, danishes, poptarts, something breakfast-y.

“Alright, laugh it up,” He grumbled, shaking some ketchup onto the burger.

“Could I have that?” You ask, holding your hand out for the ketchup bottle.

“Sure.”

You took it from him, ignoring the slight brush of your fingers in favor of shaking a healthy dollop onto the side of your plate. The two of you ate, chatting almost...Amiably. You weren’t usually this relaxed around him, but you also usually weren’t with him outside of the office. It was weird, being around Pike that way. Weird, but nice. You could feel yourself almost growing sleepy as your body began to truly slow down for the first time in a few days.

“...How are you feeling about it?” Marcus asked. You glanced up and found him dusting the bun crumbs off of his fingers. You were tempted to tease, ask if he meant the food. Instead, you considered him seriously as you leaned back in your seat a little bit.

“I...I think we’re making good headway,” You admitted. You didn’t love talking about this outside of the office, either. You never knew who might be listening; even if 90% of the diner’s patrons were fellow federal agents.

“Yeah?” He asked, leaning back in turn, resting his arm against the sill beside you, “About the...Leads, the forensics…?”

“We’ve gotten deeper into cases with less evidence and come out on top.”

“You think we’ll come out on top.”

“I think it’s possible.”

“Even if you continuously disobey orders?” 

Pike’s line of questioning turned in a blink. He’d gone from watching you like you were one of his agents to one of his suspects in a second. There was something new in his countenance—something hard and rigid. Motherfucker had you cornered. You’d thought you were just talking. You didn’t think you were being given a talking to.

You were careful to keep your eyes set on his. You didn’t want to flinch, not in front of the department’s golden boy—and not when he was waiting for you to dissent.

And dissent you did.

You shrugged a shoulder, “It was an honest mistake—”

“Don’t bullshit me,” He shook his head a little, “Everyone else heard me.”

“Well, I’m glad they did,” You insisted flatly, “And I’m glad we were able to get a hold of the van, and the leads.”

Marcus was quiet for a moment, nodding, his expression softening a touch.

“I’m glad we were, too,” He agreed, “I am. But the next time you disregard orders like that, you’re off the case.” 

It should’ve been some kind of ‘come-to-Jesus’ moment. It was the sort of thing that would’ve led any reasonable agent to fall in line. And you could be reasonable—when you wanted to be.

Of course, you couldn’t just tell Pike that you were likely to be unreasonable when it came to this relief, or to—well, really any case that you worked. You tended to do whatever it took to get the job done. It was probably why Pike had been put on this case with you in the first place.

But you made yourself give him a small nod.

“Understood,” You answered.

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[rogue-durin-16]

LIAR. TRAITOR. BACKSTABBER.

Request: Plot bunny. Female!Reader is an undercover agent working in a case against Eddie. She's fallen for him but he just found out the truth.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Requested by: @attinaadellaalana

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to sex, smoking

A/N: I uhhh apologize in advance. I wrote this while I was sleep deprived so technically it's not completely on me. MIGHT write a part 2 if it hurts too much. Anyways, enjoy (?) <3

Edit: it's done.

Sequel: but years pass and I love you the same (I/II) (II/II)

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Are you sure you have to go?" Eddie's head propped up from the pillows with the sole purpose of me hearing his husky whines all the way from the bathroom.

"I mean," I paused to spit the toothpaste on the sink. "If I wanna keep my job, I gotta show up, don't you think?" I peeked out of the bathroom door to see Eddie still in bed. "Plus, if I'm late again, my boss will ask for my head."

"Ugh." A smile of endearment escaped my lips when Eddie buried his head back into the cushioning in defeat. "I hate your boss."

"Really? I didn't notice." I teased, trotting to his room to grab my jacket and plant a kiss on top of his crown. "Don't go to sleep again, alright?" He hummed affirmatively in response.

As I ran to the living room to grab my backpack, I heard the mattress squeak. Better get out before Eddie got to the couch, or else he would drag me with him; I couldn't leave without the backpack.

Where was the damn backpack?

"Y/n! Hold on," Eddie was walking down the short hall, the bag's strap on his hand and...the zipper was unfastened. I had left it fucking open.

I prayed for him to be still in a somewhat lethargic state due to the early hours, and not think about looking inside.

"You forgot your..." His voice died down, a confused frown bringing his brows together when his eye briefly flickered down to the contents of the bag. "Wha— what's this?" His feet halted close enough for me to see the cogs turning in his mind, yet too far away for me to subtly snatch the bag out of his grasp.

"Uh, nothing, it's just—" My heart stopped beating when he used both his hands to open the backpack further, tilting the inside to the window to get a better view with the sunlight's help. "y'know, work stuff."

That was my first mistake. Eddie's attention left my bag for a moment so he could shoot me a baffled look. "Work stuff. Y'know, I'd be kinda concerned if this was work stuff." He shook the backpack in my direction before resuming his investigation. "is this a mic? Y/n." Eddie kneeled down to thoroughly check whatever 'work stuff' meant, giving me a suspicious side eye as he did so. "What's this for?"

"Work."

"Stop lying!" He urged, distractedly pulling on the wires taped on the lining.

"I'm not lying!" And I wasn't. That was the problem.

"Why would you need this at work, Y/n?!" He desperately shook the bundle of sends and the recorder attached to it at me. And then, as it all started to visibly click for him, he lowered it to his lap, gaze lost while he connected the dots. "Who do you work for?"

"I— where's this coming from?"

"Answer my question."

"We literally met when I started working at Hawkins High counseling department." I gulped at the slow turning of his head, his brown eyes darkening with something I couldn't quite decipher. "Eddie, I swear this is work stuff, I just can't tell you 'cause of the whole confidential thing."

Silence.

"You think I'm stupid?" He inquired in a low, offended tone with squinted eyes.

"I think you're being paranoid."

"Am I?" He huffed, letting his hand dive deep into the bag. "Am I being paranoid?"

"Yes! Yes you are!" I would have doubled down as many times as I had to for him to, at the very least, drop the topic, but Eddie was relentless.

"You're gonna have to cut me some slack, alright sweetheart?" He spoke like he was desperately trying to stay calm on the outside while a thousand emotions cut through his insides. "I think I earned it, y'know?" He jumped up from the floor to stalk into the kitchen, and I had to fight the urge to throw my lighter into the damn bag. "After going through all that fucking... bullshit last month." He came back to his previous spot with a knife.

"What are you doing?"

"Being paranoid, apparently." He patted the bottom of the backpack until he found what he was looking for. Trapping his tongue between his lips, he took a hold of the fabric and ripped it with the blade.

"Eddie, stop." I finally gave in to the panic of him finding out about what my job really was, and kneeled in front of him, my hands scrambling to get a hold of his before he could pull what rested between the lining and the cover of the bag.

"Like hell I'm gonna stop." He limited himself to respond, pulling the first casette he could get and putting distance between us. "Why the fuck is this inside the lining, Y/n?"

"Wait!" before I could do anything, he took off to his bedroom with the tape. By the time I reached him, the recording was already on his walkman, being played through his headphones. "Shit."

I was torn between approaching him, sat on the floor with his back against the side of his mattress, or staying still at the doorframe.

Seeing the way his face turned livid at what he was listening, I came to the conclusion that the latter was the smartest option.

Time and schedule long forgotten, I quietly waited for Eddie to take off the headphones; for my stammering heart, that felt like forever, but soon enough he was pausing the recording, the click of the button putting me under cardiac arrest.

His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, eyes falling on the portable music player resting on his crosslegged lap. When he looked up at me, I saw a couple of rogue tears escaping his watery gaze and rolling down his cheeks that felt like a punch to my stomach.

We stayed like that for a hot minute, until Eddie decided it was time to get up. He tossed the walkman to his bed with the cassette still in it, and moved to stand in front of me with folded arms, his eyes never meeting mine.

"The government sending someone to keep an eye on Hawkins, it wasn't a rumor, was it?" His voice was quiet, so obviously doing his best not to break down in front of me while he put the pieces together. "They were just looking in the wrong fucking place for you." The last word of the sentence was spit out with disgust, as if I was some kind of monster. "It actually makes so much sense, cause why would you fucking infiltrate the PD if you were chasing high schoolers."

"I wasn't chasing anyone."

"You were chasing me!" He shouted, pointing at the walkman.

"Let me explain. Please."

"Can't believe Harrington called it." His words were accompanied by a bitter laugh, both muffled by his palms rubbing his face. "He told us something about you was off and we just fucking ignored him."

"Eddie."

"Said you knew too much, that your reaction to the upside down bullshit was too casual."

"Please just let me explain."

"And I stood up for you! Goddamnit! I can't fucking believe I fell for it." He shook his head, feet pacing before me in the tiny room. "I trust no one. No one! And for once, I choose to trust— to-to open up to a person, and that person it's you and you're—" His voice creaked, lower lip quivering at the mere sight of me. "You're fucking heartless, you know that, Y/n? Is that even your real name?"

"Yes, Eddie, that's my fucking name, alright?!" His frantic steps stopped when I raised my voice. I knew what he was thinking; I had no right to get upset —and he was right—, but the thought of losing him was overwhelming at the very least. "Eddie, please." I brought my palms together to my lips in a pleading manner, searching for those chocolate eyes that were so adamant about evading mine. "I wanna explain. I need you to listen to me now, okay? After that you can—"

He shook his head in the negative, screwing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw. "Leave."

Though I'm sure he intended for it to come out assertive and cold, it sounded fragile and hurt, which was a hundred times worse.

"Eddie."

Finally opening his bloodshot eyes again, he took a step forward, grabbed my bicep and dragged me to the front door, picking the ruined backpack on his way and shoving it into my hands. "I don't wanna see you ever again." He hissed, accusing finger before my face before he shut the door on my nose.

A part of me knew that day would come and tried to prepare me for it, but for some reason, it didn't sink in. Not until I was back in my motel room.

Only when I sat down on the musty bed, only then, I realized that I had lost Eddie to nothing. To nothing. Just a reckless mistake. It wasn't as if I was still working on his case, but I had forgotten to remove the useless tapes from the goddamn lining.

After checking the cassettes, I came to the conclusion that Eddie, ironically, had picked the one that could have actually been of use; the one incriminating not only him but Steve, Dustin, Max and Robin.

I cried my eyes out for the whole night until it mushed into daylight, and then I had no tears left to shed.

Robin called two days after, asking if everything was alright. Steve reluctantly drove her to the motel, which made me suspect Eddie hadn't shared the information he had acquired.

That scared me for so many reasons.

It didn't surprise me, though. It was Eddie after all, and Eddie would have never given me away.

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EDDIE'S P. O. V.

The phone kept ringing every now and then. I never picked up, fearing it would be her or... Some other agent, or the military, or those weird guys involved with the Upside Down shit. And why would the give me a call? Well, God knows, but I wasn't going to take any risks —even after having my name cleared by the one and only declared dead former chief of Hawkins PD, Jim Hopper.

Truth is, it was just Dustin checking in. Sometimes Jeff. Robin and Steve too. Hell, even Max had attempted to cross the few yards between her home and my new trailer.

I never opened the door.

I never even left the house —I didn't need to, either. My uncle would resupply our fridge. He assumed I had chosen to stay in due to the amount of hicks harassing me in the streets.

He asked once why Y/n wasn't visiting anymore. At my silence, he probably came to the conclusion that we had broken up, which was technically right, but there was more to it— I just couldn't tell him.

I couldn't tell anyone.

Curiosity was killing me. Not about what she had been doing; that was pretty obvious, no, I was curious about what the fuck she had to explain to me. The mystery was eating me alive, gnawing on my brain. It physically itched.

That's why, after who knows how many weeks and how many beers and how much weed, I found myself driving to that fucking motel. Yeah, that's how I found myself banging on her door, strong enough to wake up everyone stationed in those shitty rooms.

She opened the door with a gun in hand, and I didn't fucking care.

First things first, I thought to myself, throwing full force at her chest the cassette tape that had remained at my place during the time apart. Every single sentence in it had been carved in my gray matter from all the times I had played it.

I took her shock as an advantage to move her out of the way and enter the room, slamming the door closed once I was inside.

Y/n so obviously didn't know what to do with herself. I didn't, either.

"Explain." I simply ordered, my voice croaked from the lack of use in the past... Three weeks? A month? Maybe more— what day was it? "Explain it to me right now so I can move the fuck on."

"Eddie..." Her voice was as soft as ever while with slow, careful movements, she left the gun on top of a drawer, her eyes roaming my frame with sympathy and concern.

I had to look away to prevent myself from crying again. As I turned my head to the side, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror; saying I looked like a corpse would be an understatement.

Great, I was crying. Again. I angrily wiped my tears away, leaving my cheeks blotchy due to the harshness.

A part of me wished Y/n would ground me just like she used to. A tiny, minuscule part of me ached for the comfort of her palms cradling my cheeks, placing my forehead on hers so I would look into her soft eyes while she assured me everything would be okay.

She knew the outcome of that would be either me recoiling like a wounded animal, or her being thrown somewhere in the room as if she was a hazard to my safety.

In all fairness, she had been. She probably still was. Yet, there I stood, in her stupid room waiting for her to coat me in poorly crafted lies that I would believe because I loved her.

"Have you been sleeping?" Her voice was surprisingly calm, just like her demeanor after the initial surprise. Now it was obvious to me why she was so good at handling tense or dangerous situations while staying calm and collected.

Liar. Traitor. Backstabber. I hated her. I hated the way she was soothing me just with her presence.

"Who fucking cares," I spat in a high-pitched tone, eyes squinted and blurry as I tried to convey the pain and anger I felt. "I just want you to explain."

There was hesitation in her eyes before she turned her back to me to walk into the bathroom. "Sit down, please." She commanded, turning on the faucet and filling up a glass with it.

I sat down on the mattress. Why did my body have to listen to her so easily?

In a matter of seconds, she was back in the bedroom, extending her arm to place the glass of water on the nightstand behind me instead of handing it to me.

With a sigh, Y/n made her way to a chair by a desk in the corner of the room and dragged it until it was in front of me. "I can't get into details, alright?" She began, taking a seat to be face to face with me. "But I need you to understand that it's for your safety."

"My safety." I scoffed, a bitter smile tugging up my lips. "As if you give a fuck about me."

"I do." Y/n was refusing to match my pent up anger, and it was driving me crazy. "The guys I work for, they've been on the doctor's tail for a while."

"What doctor?"

"He ran the experiments in Hawkins Lab." Y/n paused while I took a sip of the water she had brought me. "After the whole... Fiasco at the Starcourt mall, My... Boss figured the best way to keep an eye on Hawkins was to have someone in the field." Eye contact never faltered on her part. I couldn't say the same about me. "I was perfect for that. Newcomer, overachiever, young. They knew there were kids involved so—"

"So they sent you to Hawkins High?" She nodded. "You used me to get to Dustin didn't you?"

Y/n shook her head in the negative, rubbing her hands together. "Dustin wasn't even under the scope. Finding out he was one of the kids was just dumb luck."

She was getting anxious, which made my heart stammer while I asked the inquiry she so obviously didn't want to hear. "Who was under rhe scope then?"

There was a sorry, pained look on her as she tilted her head to the side. "You were. You, Nancy and Steve. Jonathan Byers too, but he's not here anymore."

"Why us."

"I can't tell you."

"Y/n."

"I. Can't. Tell you." She accompanied every word with a slap on her thigh.

Silence.

"Are you still working for them?" Nod. More silence. I drew in a sharp breath, gathering up the courage to question her further. "Is that why you were still fucking me?"

"What?" In her outraged, baffled face, a sentence could be clearly read; 'Is that what we came down to?' I felt shame just by looking at her.

"Just answer the question, alright?"

"How do I even answer that?" Tears prickled my eyes once more. It was the lack of sleep, or the weed, or the dust in the room; it was most definitely not the hurt in her voice. "Listen, this" she motioned back and forth between her and me. "wasn't supposed to happen. Officially, this didn't happen, okay?"

"Then why were you fucking me?"

"Eddie! Stop wording it like that!" She snapped, shooting up from the chair and consequently making me flinch. "We were dating! You asked me out and I said yes! It wasn't a part of the fucking case! You think I wouldn't have been able to get those recordings without us being that close?!"

"Great," I retorted, standing up too. "so you were just doing it for fun then!"

"I WAS DOING IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

My breath got caught up in my throat, but that didn't stop Y/n. She was mad now, and, much like me, she needed to let some things out.

"I almost fucked up the entire operation because of you!" Her index finger made contact with my chest for a second, leaving my skin burning underneath the thin shirt I wore. "'Cause I'm there, tryna do my job, and one day you come into Ms. Kelley's office and you're SO FUCKING ANNOYING" Y/n rubbed her temples with gritted teeth at the memory. "but you got the prettiest smile, and I think, 'hey, getting a bit closer won't hurt' AND YOU DREW ME IN LIKE-LIKE A MOTH TO THE LIGHT!" She seethed, violently rubbing her face with both her hands. "This wasn't a twisted scheme to frame you for another fucking crime! I just happened to be stupid enough to fall for someone I was investigating!"

Y/n took a deep breath and waited. She waited for some kind of response on my part, and the only thing I could give her was a swift shake of my head.

"I didn't come all the way here for you to tell me some corny, cheap lie." I could barely hear my voice over the thrumming of my heart. She was lying. She was a liar; it made more sense for her to be lying, because why would she love me.

She was taken aback by my hostile reply, so taken aback that a hot minute passed before she reacted to it.

I didn't understand what she was doing, only seeing her go to the left side of the bed, kneel down and pull a suitcase from underneath. She frantically shuffled around the contents of it, muttering curses whilst pulling out a manila folder.

"Sit down." Her tone was harsh, severe; nothing further from the same soft request from earlier. This time, it took me a second too long to comply, which led to Y/n pushing me back to the bed. The manila folder collided with my face just when my ass landed on the mattress. "There goes your fucking lie."

We made eye contact for a second. Her eyes were puffy and welled up; it felt wrong to see her like that, so I looked down, focusing on the documents laying on my lap. She stalked out of the room before I could even open it.

Inside, there were at least a dozen papers. Most of its content had been crossed out with black sharpie. My full name and personal data, along with a picture of my face, still adorned the front page. The big red stamp that said 'RULE-OUT' over it was difficult to miss.

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READER'S P. O. V.

A cool breeze outside the motel dried the hot tears running down my cheeks while I lit my second cigarette. My forearms rested on the rusted second floor's railing, gaze scanning the darkness of the Hawkins woods while I waited for Eddie to leave the room.

He had been in there for a good while now. Taking a shaky puff out of the cigarette, I wondered if he had decided to go through the rest of the files. I also wondered why I didn't care if he did.

The door behind me creaked open, dim yellow light slipping out of it. Eddie's fingers trembled when he braced himself on the railing by my side. He either didn't know what to say, or didn't know how to.

"I haven't slept either, you know?" I commented, surprising myself at how numb yet broken I sounded. "Not properly, anyway."

"I didn't tell anyone." He whispered, his voice dangerously similar to mine.

"I know." My gaze drifted from the forest before us to his hands. Had I not know better, I would have said he ached to hold me just as much as I did to hold him. "I miss you."

Silence.

"I don't know how to come back from this." He confessed, fear and fragility very much present in his usually overconfident pitch.

We crossed glances, equally watery and sad. After an instant of pondering, I confessed, "Me neither."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water a couple of times before our irises broke away once more. There was so much left unsaid on both sides, yet it felt like nothing we could say would change the outcome.

So, instead of talking, we just stayed there, crying in silence by each other's side, sneaking wistful glances at one another until the late night turned into early morning and the Sun began to rise.

Then, as if by mutual accord, we peeled ourselves off the railing, and yet another charged silence accompanied our longing stares. There were no half smiles, no jokes, no goodbyes, nothing.

I took a hesitant step forward, not quite knowing what my intentions were. It didn't matter, though; I couldn't get far before Eddie's arms engulfed me in the tightest hug we had shared.

The boy held onto my tired frame for dear life, burying his face on the crook of my neck while he pulled me flush against him; I did the same.

"You're the best thing that happened to me in a long time." He blurted out, words barely audible vibrating against my exposed skin, triggering a loud sob out of me. "I need you to know that." He was soon pulling away, not before planting a firm kiss on my temple.

Eddie didn't dare to spare me a glance as he stepped back, face casted down and shoulders shaking, and did a 180 in order to make his way to the motel stairs.

I saw him rush to his van, hands first shoved deep in his pockets and then wiping his face each couple of seconds. He fidgeted with his keys for a moment, struggling to open the vehicle, and once inside, it took him a few minutes to drive off.

I imagined myself running down the stairs and tapping on the passenger's window like I had done in the past.

Instead, I just stood there and watched him drive off before lighting yet another cigarette.

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Unfinished Business ~ Ron Weasley

Pairing: gamer! gamer!Ron Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: Ron has been gaming with his friends for too long, so you take matters into your own hands.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, exhibition (?), oral,

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“Ron you’ve been playing for hours, I thought you said you’d be done in 20 minutes?” I sighed, flipping over on the bed behind his gaming set up. The dual screens flashed different things, one being a chat room, the other was the game.

“I will, we just have to do this before we can get off,” Ron said, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

“That was 2 hours ago, I thought we’d spend some time together tonight since it’s the first night off I’ve had in ages,” I whined. The lace set I had slipped on after my shower to surprise Ron with was now itchy and uncomfortable, these things aren’t meant to be worn this long.

“Just a minute babe,” he said, his eyes still glued to the screens in front of him. I decided to try something after another 10 minutes of keyboard clicking and him talking to the boys over headset.

Making sure his camera was off, I quietly stripped out of the sleep set I had on, finally revealing the lacy set. I threw my shorts over at Ron, landing right on his shoulder.

“What the-, oh bloody hell,” he said as he turned around and saw me in his favorite set.

“Hey,” I said, walking over to him. I heard him mute his mic quickly.

“How long have you been wearing that…” he asked, his eyes fixed on my hips as they swayed.

“Long enough, but go ahead and play your game, I know you promised them you’d finish this game,” I said, kneeling down in front of him.

“What are you- oh fuck,” he moaned out as my hands palmed his erection through his pants.

“Go ahead and keep playing. I can hear them asking you where you are,” I winked as I released his dick from the confines of his pants, pumping it slowly and feeling him get even harder.

“Hey guys, sorry about that. I uhhh, I just had to get some water.” He said as he unmuted himself, watching me in disbelief as I licked up his length before swirling my tongue around his tip, collecting any pre-cum.

He let out a low groan as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, but quickly covered it up with a cough when he remembered his friends could hear him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just a tickle in my throat, haha,” he rushed out in response to the boy’s questions.

I bobbed my head and hollowed my cheeks as I took more of his length in my mouth, swirling my tongue on the tip as I reached the top. His hand pushed my hair into a makeshift ponytail, lightly pulling on my hair the way I like.

I looked up at him and found his head dropped back and mouth open as he tried to hold back his moans. Right as he started to buck his hips up, I released him from my mouth and sat back on my heels.

“How’s the game going babe?” I smirked, pumping his length in my hand as I look up at him.

“...tell her we say hi!” I heard Harry say over headset.

“Actually, why don’t you tell her yourself. Here you go babe, the boys want to talk to you,” Ron smirked, pulling the headset off and placing it on me.

“Hey…” I said slowly, confused at the smirk on Ron’s face. Ron stood me up and swiftly switched so that I was in the chair and he was kneeling on the ground.

“Hey! How have you been?” Harry responded.

“I’ve been...great!” I breathed out as Ron’s hands slid up and pushed my legs up so they would rest on the arms of the chair. My breathing hitched as his thumb brushed over my clothed clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles.

“How’s work? I heard you’ve been pretty busy lately,” Dean asked me.

“Oh um, yeah! Quidditch season is always busy at the hospital…” I said quickly, trying not to moan as Ron’s finger pushed the lingerie aside so he could swipe his tongue through my folds.

“Are you okay? It sounds like you’re out of breath?” Neville asked, sounding a bit worried. I bit my lip and let out a sigh as Ron swirled his tongue around my clit.

“Yeah! Yeah! I um…. I just got done working out,” I lied, bucking my hips up as Ron continued lapping up my juices.

“I didn’t know you worked out! Do you want a gym buddy? Ginny keeps trying to recruit me for it, but I don’t think I can handle that,” Harry laughed.

“That’s...that’s a good idea, but- I only just started and I think she would kick my ass,” I stumbled as Ron sat back and used his thumb to circle over my clit, smirking when I stumbled on a word.

After swiping his tongue through my pussy for a final time, Ron held my hands and pulled me up, holding me tight as his lips attached to my neck. If it weren’t for the tight grip on my waist, I’d be a puddle on the floor right now. He flipped me around so that I was facing the monitor and his back was pressed up against mine.

“Hey boys, do you mind if she plays a round while I go grab a snack really quick?” Ron said into the mic of the headset.

“Sure! You know what you’re doing, right?” Dean asked me.

“Uh, yeah… I’ve watched Ron play it enough, I think I can figure it out,” I said, a bit confused as to what Ron’s plan was.

As the next round started, he pressed his hand to the middle of my shoulder blades and pushed me down so that I was bent over in front of the desk. His hands smacked my ass lightly a couple times before he pulled the lingerie aside again and swiped the head of his cock through.

“Oh fuck,” I said quietly as he slowly pushed into me, filling me inch by inch.

“You alright?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I-uh, I just fell off something, that’s all,” I said.

“I hate when I do that, it’s the worst,” Neville chimed in.

I stumbled through the game as I tried to focus on something other than the way Ron’s cock was stretching me out right now. His pace was slow and steady, fully taking himself out before slowly sheathing himself back into me.

“Hmmm, is there any way to go faster?” I asked the boys, but hoping that Ron caught onto my message.

“If you press the CTRL key, you should run faster,” Harry said. I barely heard him though because Ron thankfully did catch on. He pounded into me at a much better pace, causing my tits to bounce out of the low-cut lingerie and my breathing to pick back up again. His hand snaked around to toy with one of my nipples as his other one guided my hips back onto him. It took everything in me not to scream with pleasure as he hit all the right spots.

I accidentally let out a loud whine as I came on Ron’s cock, causing the boys to ask questions.

“I died,” I quickly said to cover up the noise.

“You lasted longer than I did, I died a while ago,” Dean said.

Ron was panting as he continued pounding me, trying not to make too much noise. It wasn’t long before me pulled out and finished on the small of my back. He pressed a couple kisses to my back before heading to our bathroom to grab a towel.

“Not that we don’t love playing with you, but is Ron back yet? I feel like this is the longest he’s taken to get a snack,” Harry said once the round was over.

“Ah-ha, here he is! Thanks for letting me play you guys, I’ll let you all talk to Ron,” I said as Ron came in with a towel. He cleaned me up as the boys said their Chorus of goodbye’s before I put the headset back on him.

Ron immediately muted the mic and pressed a hot kiss to my lips, “That was quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, holy fuck.”

“Oh you’re not off the hook yet. We have some lost time to make up from earlier,” I smirked before pressing a kiss to his lips and crawling onto our bed.

“Hey guys, so it looks like I’ve gotta head off here. There’s some, um, unfinished business that I need to take care of,” Ron said before logging off and pouncing on top of me, attacking me with kisses and love.

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Milkshakes

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Overwhelmed when Loki saves you, you respond to his kindness with fear. Determined to apologize, you seek Loki out to thank him with a couple of milkshakes and some fries. Warnings: a tad angsty but much fluff A/N: This is actually one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Of course it had to be during your lunch break that a supervillain attacked the city. Of course today you decided to go out to eat instead of packing something. And, of course you had to be walking by the building right as it crumbled. You started praying to any god that there may be to save you from being crushed. Though, you hadn’t actually expected one to save you.

In the moments before you would have been flattened, Loki put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Raising his free hand, a glimmering green force field appeared around you. The falling matter bounced off of it and landed around you, the shield offering strong protection. Of course you were thankful to be rescued, but did have to be Loki? You knew he was supposedly reformed, but so many news outlets still ran stories about how he was dangerous. A ticking time bomb. You’d never quite formed an opinion on him, and it was causing great conflict in you now. On the one hand, he looked very intimidating from this close, what with his impressive stature and horned helmet and all. But on the other, he was saving you from the actual super villain destroying the city. Perhaps if there wasn’t so much going on, you could think more clearly. Alas, your thoughts were a messy, confused jumble, leaving you fearful of the super-powered god in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in his deep, smooth accent as the shield shimmered away into nothing. The god brought his arm to shield your eyes from the small pieces of debris still falling, the other one still around your waist in a protective manner. “Are you injured at all?

“I, um, uh, I- I,” you stammered, backing up. “Mhm. All good. Uhhh, thanks.”

You were certain you must be the most awkward person in history, but instead of making fun of you, Loki just looked sad. Even with the hurt behind his eyes, his arms shot out to catch you when you stumbled over the wreckage. He guided you away from the obstacles to a place where you could walk unhindered. He moved back from you as soon as he’d finished escorting you.

“You are welcome,” he finally responded. “I am sorry for frightening you. You should get somewhere safe.”

Without waiting for a reply, he left to rejoin the battle. You started retreating from the scene, steering as clear of any large structures as you could, cursing yourself the whole time. Loki had saved you, and you’d been afraid of him. What kind of nonsense was that? And you were certain he got that kind of reaction all the time, based on the way he’d looked at you and realized your bumbling actions were a result of fear. Fear of him after he’d so carefully and gently saved you.

You felt stupid and petty as you joined a throng of people being guided away from the scene. After nearly two years of working to protect the city, Loki should have gotten more praise and love than he did. You realized it now, only moments too late. Someone should tell him he was appreciated, a hero. And if no one else was going to do it, you resolved to do it yourself.

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The meeting was dreadfully boring, but someone had to go. Seeing as all the other Avengers were busy, that someone was Loki. Besides, Stark had told him it would be good for his image to head up the restoration of the city this time round. The committee and resources were all a part of Stark Industries, of course, so Loki felt there should be some employee to take care of it instead of him. But whatever, he’d been roped into it now, and he figured that there was some merit to what Tony has said about his reputation.

Luckily, with a week having passed since the battle, great headway had been made with the repairs, and the meeting was much shorter than expected. Itching to get outside, Loki headed to the main doors.

“You don’t understand,” Loki heard someone say to the receptionist as he approached the front desk. “He saved me the other day. I have to thank him. Please?”

Loki just rolled his eyes as he pushed through the turnstile. He couldn’t even begin to count how many fans had tried this tactic to meet their favorite Avengers. Granted, no one had ever tried to see him, but he was coming to terms with it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder which of his colleagues you were trying to get through to see. Perhaps Steve, or maybe even Thor. Loki was so lost in thought it barely even registered when the voice switched from pleading with the receptionist to calling after him.  

He turned and stopped, recognizing the person jogging after him as you, who he remembered from the battle. “May I help you?” he asked in the most pleasant tone he could manage.

“Yeah. Uh, hi. I don’t know if you remember, but you saved me the other day,” you explained sheepishly. “You know, during the attack.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“Oh! Good. I just wanted to say thank you for that. For saving me, I mean. And the city.”

“I see,” the god replied, suspiciously raising an eyebrow. “Well then, you are welcome. Really, I was just doing my job, though.”

“Well, I still appreciate it.” There was a lapse in the conversation, as neither of you were really sure what to say next. “Can we go somewhere? Like for coffee or something. Can I buy you a coffee?”

Oddly enough, that made Loki distrust the situation even more. Ok, maybe you were actually a super nice person who had a guilty conscience for making him feel bad, and maybe that prompted you to come thank him properly. But that you wanted to buy him something, presumably to show your newfound appreciation? Absolutely preposterous. The only people who ever did something remotely as kind as that were his fellow Avengers, and not even all of them or particularly often. Any of the other people who openly supported him didn’t show appreciation, per se. It was more that they felt he’d done enough to redeem himself at this point, which wasn’t exactly the most thrilling phrasing either. But here you were, awkwardly shuffling your feet and asking to buy him coffee. Loki supposed he shouldn’t pass such an opportunity up. And yet, he probably was going to.

“No thank you,” he finally replied, shaking himself from the shocked, catatonic state he’d fallen into. “I do not much like coffee.”

As he walked away, he thought that would be the end of it. That perhaps you’d only been talking to him in the hopes he’d invite you to see the other Avengers, too. That maybe you’d go back to trying to wheedle your way inside at the front desk. Much to his surprise, you came hurrying after him.

“Wait,” you called. “Ok, so scratch the coffee. How about ice cream or tea or a milkshake or something? Anything really, you name it.”

Now that you were outside, he observed you again while he thought, as if hoping the sunlight would reveal your true intentions. He couldn’t find anything malicious in your expression, just some sort of anxiety. Loki must have taken too long in coming to a decision, because you started rambling.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to pressure you into it or anything, but I wanted to do something nice to say thank you and-” you cut off and bit your lip. “Is this stupid? It sounds stupid. It’s probably stupid. I’ll go now. Again, I’m really sorry to have bothered you.”

“One moment,” he said before you could make your retreat. “You said anything I want, correct?” You eagerly nodded as Loki got an idea. “Alright then. I would like a five course meal at the nicest restaurant in London, please and thank you.”

“I, um. I know I said anything but, uh...” You noticed his serious expression had turned into a sly grin. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. My apologies, but I simply could not resist,” he chuckled.

You began to laugh, too. Not in a way that made him think it was out of courtesy or pity, but an honest to goodness laugh. Briefly, he thought it one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard, before quickly shaking the idea from his mind. It was ridiculous; he hardly even knew you. But you seemed pretty adamant on showing your gratitude. Plus, you’d apologized to him, which was more than he could say for most of the people in his life.

“You know, I would usually say tea, but a milkshake actually sounds quite lovely right now,” he told you once you’d calmed down. “That is, if the offer is still open.”

“Of course it is!” you happily told him, the smile on your face growing. Not to mention you seemed much more at ease. “I actually know a great diner that’s just a short walk from here, if that works for you.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

It took approximately ten minutes to get to the restaurant. After properly introducing yourselves, you kept up a light dialogue. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly; just hesitant, as if both of you were afraid of saying the wrong things and shattering the blissful moment. Loki still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust you. Such a feeling just wasn’t in his nature, especially not when it came to someone he just met and had a considerably rocky start with. Even so, he found himself enjoying your company.

Arriving at the diner, Loki held the door open for you as you walked in. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for a seat, the classic red stools at the bar free at this time of the afternoon. Loki swiveled the seat back and forth ever so slightly, and found himself chuckling when he caught you doing the same thing. You offered him a shy smile as a waitress handed the both of you a menu.

The God of Mischief had only ever had the pleasure of drinking a milkshake once before, a vanilla one when the team had convinced him to try it on one of their outings. He’d thoroughly enjoyed it and planned on playing it safe by ordering the same thing now. When you asked what he was getting, though, you were having none of that. After nearly five minutes of rousing debate, you’d finally talked him up to chocolate. Part of him was having so much fun with the discussion and how animated you became about the topic that he almost didn’t want to concede. But the waitress came back to take your orders, and he didn’t want to make her leave and come back again.

“Oh, and some French fries too please,” you added after ordering your favorite milkshake.

Loki shot you a perplexed look. “French fries?” he asked after the waitress moved away.

“Yeah. Please tell me you’ve heard of them before.”

“I have. I have even eaten them a few times before, believe it or not,” he answered as you turned to face him, leaning on the counter. “But are you certain they go with a milkshake?”

Your jaw dropped open. “Of course they do. Listen, Loki, you haven’t lived until you’ve dipped French fries in a milkshake. You’ll love it, I promise.”

You continued to help him expand his knowledge of Midgardian cuisine as you waited for your order to come. Once it arrived, you dipped a fry in your shake, just as you had said, trying to convince him just how delicious it truly was. The trickster skeptically picked one up and mimicked your actions, plunging it into the frothy liquid. The second it hit his tongue, his face lit up in pure delight.

“See, I told you,” you laughed.

“Indeed you did,” he said back, the corners of his eyes crinkling from how wide his smile was.

An hour and another order of fries later, the two of you finished your snack. Loki was in a better mood than he’d been all month. Honestly, he was a little sad when the bill came.

“Are you certain you do not want me to pay?” he checked as you fished out a twenty from your wallet to cover the low-cost meal. “Or we could split it, at least.”

“Loki, it’s fine,” you giggled. “This is me thanking you, remember? And, honestly, it’s me apologizing, too. I was just startled the other day and there was a lot going on. I hadn’t ever really thought about what I’d do if I met an Avenger, least of all if it happened while they were saving my life. I was overwhelmed; I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself or anything.” Without really thinking about it, your hand moved to rest on top of his. It was a surprise to Loki, but a welcome one. “Because—and I can say this with absolute certainty—you’re amazing, Loki. You do so much for the city. I hope you know how appreciated you are, at least by me.”

His other large hand came to cover yours. “Thank you, darling.” He didn’t mean to say the pet name, but it just slipped out. “I cannot express how much that means to me.”

Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to tell you everything, make you privy to all his inner turmoil. But that was buried underneath years of pain and rejection, too heavy to move for someone he didn’t know all too well, no matter how connected he felt to you in this moment. So he let the urge pass over him, hoping his thanks would be sufficient enough in expressing how he felt.

“You’re welcome, Loki,” you told him, squeezing his hand. Then you stood up. “So, I guess I’ll be letting you get on with your day then. This was really nice, though. Thanks for agreeing to it.”

“You’re welcome and thank you,” he replied. “It really was.”

After waving goodbye to each other, you exited and Loki stayed where he was, picking at the last few nubs of fries left in the basket. He didn’t know exactly why he didn’t leave, too. Just that something was missing.

“Ah, young love,” the elderly waitress who had been serving you all day said to Loki as she came to collect the empty dishes. “Magical, isn’t it?”

“Love?” Loki choked out. “I am afraid you are quite mistaken. It was not even a date. I hardly even know them. I will probably never even see them again.”

“And you’re just gonna let them walk out?” she tsked. “It’s a right shame, sonny. Let me tell you, you don’t just let something like that walk out on ya.”

He looked at the door for a second in melancholic contemplation before bolting out after you. He shouted his thanks to the waitress as he pushed open the glass door, exiting out into the harsh sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, they scanned for your form before it walked out of his life forever. Spotting you, he jogged in your direction and called your name. Funny, he thought, how just earlier that day the roles had been reversed.

“Loki?” you asked, stopped on the sidewalk as he caught up to you. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“Actually, the problem is what did not happen.” He kicked a rock with his shoe, as suddenly the ground became very interesting to him. His insides were a nervous mess. Clearing his throat, he gathered his courage to continue. “See, I do not have any way of contacting you again. And it had been my sincere hope that you would want to do this again, let me take you out somewhere.”

“That sounds amazing,” you agreed, jotting down your number on an old receipt you’d found in your wallet. Smirking, you parroted back his words from earlier. “How about you take me for a five course meal in London?”

“Oh, so you have turned my own jokes against me. How very clever of you,” he laughed. “What if we just went to see a movie, instead?”

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Just text me a time and place, and I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it. As soon as I buy the tickets, I shall let you know.”

“Sounds awesome! It’s a date.”

As you parted ways, for real this time, it registered in Loki’s mind what you’d said. He hadn’t particularly been thinking about his phrasing or in what way he was asking you to hang out. But apparently you’d taken it as an invitation for a date. As Loki arrived back at the Tower and flopped onto his bed, already dreaming of your laugh, he found he was quite happy that you had.