#weird pov decision because this started

[underdarken]

THE ASHES YOU LEFT. You are a born a daughter. This is the first great lie you endure, and you endure it for your family. Before you know yourself, you know you are leverage, the bargaining chip by which they might trade the fearful life of an Eastmyr commoner for the gilded, sanctified halls of the spider queen. By your goddess and your guardians, you are made for sacrifice.

You have a brother two decades your senior. Myziket is not home often, but when he is, you know what a patient, supportive bond can be. You are a withdrawn and vigilant child all the more when he leaves again. One day, he does not return. Your parents will not tell you why. You are now truly alone.

The seed of Myziket's kindness is planted nonetheless. You are age twelve when you begin to feel a new thing: rage. You are age twelve when you shred your clothes and fashion new ones from the remains. You are age twelve when you take your curls and nearly rend them from your head. ( You settle for binding them high and away. ) You are age twelve when the mirror tells you the smattering of freckling scales are darkening, toughening, noticeable beyond reckoning. You are age twelve when you call flame.

Their feeble pleas about your selfishness in doing this, as though the outliers in your identity are a conspiracy against them, are just that: feeble. Suddenly, your parents fear you. You are not a daughter. You are next to useless in their every ambitious scheme and demand. It is the first relief you have known in your life.

They must call for Vindolanax. The first time you meet him, it is years later. You are age sixteen. The time to elapse presents a new difficulty, and you are at the mercy of all that you feel and the consuming flame it tends to bring forward. Sometimes it serves you, and you are able to seize odd jobs that magic facilitates. Sometimes you feel it, steps away from irreversible disaster. You want desperately to control it with certainty, make it your armor and your gift, and not the other way around.

You come to know it is fortunate your parents are able to reach Vindolanax at all. He has not seen you since your infancy, and you know this to be true. You have no prior recollection of him. He is no mystery for long. He tells you that you have his blood in your veins, your mother his child, and share in his affinity for the arcane. He will help you to hone your skills if you will accept and travel with him.

This is what you want. This is not how you want it. You want Men./.zoberr./.anzan to be made to admit it was wrong about you, wrong to chew you up and spit you out. You want to spite your parents. You want to know your goddess's approval in place of her bloodied wrath.

You are a young fool with a spark of idealism resolutely in you. It will snuff out before long, and you will wish you had gone with him. You don't.

You stay. You work your jobs. You attain some skill. You venture farther into the wilds of the Under./.dark. You are age nineteen when you meet your first love. Even now, you do not have the heart to think of her name, but once, you could think of nothing else.

You are contracted to recover lost cargo and meet during the task. The journey is long, grueling, six months of unforeseen complications and expedition casualties. By the time its end approaches, the two of you are exhausted in every way but no less enamored with each other.

She does not survive the trip home.

You are inconsolable. You do not know how to speak of or show it. You don't. You return to the stifling house shared with your parents, but you learn the art of disappearance as Myziket did. You are gone more than you are there. You are busy more than you are idle. You are surviving. You must.

You are age twenty-two. You are a ragged wound waiting to tear fully open. The noblewoman is all too happy to do it for you. Your existence has been a shadow of someone like hers, her station alone designed to preserve the status quo. You should know better. She whispers promises of security, safety. Indefinite control of your gifts. She deceives you by delivering, the truth sprinkled in the lie. Another sorcerer in her employ begins to train you. You are afforded the facade of ease and respect by association. You are showered in her attentions and affections.

You pay her in the cinders of her rivals. You are now a condensed inferno. She wields you as a swordsman does a blade. Lie by comfortable lie, you let her until the inconvenience of your needs and wants wear at the foundation of your arrangement. You angle for your freedom and severance. She will grant it without prejudice, she says, if you complete one final task for her. You must get rid of her sister.

You are age twenty-eight. You stand in the mezzanine, watching the party. You are on the precipice of an unknown future. You are a mess of nerves and panic. You should have left then and tried again later. You don't. The flame intended for the sister catches and catches, the building and everyone in it. You do not stay for the outcome. You know you have blown all hopes of discretion and secrecy.

You lie low to regain your wits. You hear the story of a commoner's treachery on the streets. You know it is time to leave the city that raised and caged you. You can never return.

You are as fortunate to find Vindolanax as your parents were. You are numb when you arrive. He takes you into his many homes. You begin to know the other side of your family, hidden in these remote spaces. It is a quiet change of pace that allows you to sit with your life's worth of grief and rage. Your grandfather - for that is who he is, you realize - is a balm when you bluster and a support when you break. He offers to you again the wisdom you once declined. You accept. You wish you listened before.

You safeguard his sanctuaries and lairs from the ill intent of others. This is the most honest work you have done. Even feeling the ghost of the dagger in your back, you are nearly content here. Nearly is not the same as wholly.

Season bleeds into season, year into year. You are seventy-four. You begin your trial runs to the surface. You know on your next attempt, you will not return to the familiar shadows below. Your grandfather senses you are ready to move on. He encourages you to find your brother among the coastal cities.

You reel with the knowledge Myziket lives after all this time. Any sorrow you harbor for this departure melts away in hopes of a reunion in its place. When you go, you do not look back.

Maintaining communication with Vindolanax and now Myziket, you make your home and mercenary livelihood in the Gate. Your specialties are artifact location and reclamation, and bounty collection. You keep busy. You keep clients as contacts. You get paid. You are away from the city as often as you are within it.

You are one-hundred-and-twenty-four - and there is a strange airship on the horizon.

[strawberryg-cake]

Weird Family = Happy family. | Albedo x reader (with special appearances of Klee and now mini Human Durin)

CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM THE 5.6 INTERLUDE!

Category(?): Fluff... Melting, absolutely cute.

もしもし〜 ! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠). Of course I had to do something like this, after seeing human Durin bc he's such a cute little boy and IK that he will live with big brother Albedo and little sister Klee (absolutely adorable). This is quite a long one, so you have been advised.

Enjoy! ✦

✧. ┊   POV:

"You have been a couple for a while now, to the point that you spend most of your time at his house instead of yours. Albedo lives with his little sister Klee, and now a human child version of Durin. What would the dynamic be like for you two as a couple?"

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❀ You weren't surprised when Albedo accomplished the last mission his master left. Actually, you were already expecting it, because you knew the genius he is. Even so, you were cautious about it, not being sure how it would go—especially taking into consideration that he was going to use the heart of the dragon that almost made Mondstadt fall centuries ago.

❀ Albedo, being as perceptive as usual and knowing you weren't just going to trust him without proof—one of the several things he likes about you—made a decision even before turning mini Durin into a human. After it was done, he would test him... not only to ensure his body was stable, but also to have some proof that could make you feel comfortable and safe around the little dragon-human kid.

❀ So he did. The first time you met the little guy, your heart melted. You were working in the lab with Sucrose, helping her stabilize a solvent created with Hydro elemental energy, when you saw a well-known face enter the lab and a shorter figure behind him—red wings slightly moving while he poked his head in, violet hair and a pair of cute horns. You almost melted right there... almost.

❀ "Oh, so this is..." Before you could even finish your question, Albedo kneeled in front of the kid, and you followed his actions. "Durin, do you remember the friend Klee mentioned to you?" The little boy nodded while Albedo made the introductions.

❀ "Oh! You're Klee's big sister?" That instantly made you smile, because Klee— even before the two of you started your relationship— was already calling you big sister and dragging you around to avoid any... inconveniences (specifically, explosions in the city).

❀ After a few minutes of talking, Albedo noticed that the detailed report he had prepared for you wasn’t really necessary anymore. You were already chatting with the curious kid, trying to explain what you were doing. He knew you'd accepted him the moment you affectionately ruffled his hair, making Durin laugh. Even so, Albedo still left the report for you—just to ensure you felt comfortable and had the necessary (and scientific) proof to be at peace with the newest member of his very unique family.

❀ What you didn’t expect was how much Durin liked you. He would often go with Klee to the lab whenever the sign "Experiment in Progress" wasn’t hanging outside. He’d ask you tons of questions about your research, and even ask Albedo if he could stay with you while you worked — just to learn more. How could you say no?

❀ “Why is it shining like that?”, “What’s a Dendro solvent?”, “Is it edible?” — and a bunch more questions you willingly answered in the simplest way possible. Albedo wouldn’t show it, but he’d be melting inside from seeing the bond the two of you shared.

❀ If you used to make desserts for your boyfriend, Klee, and yourself, Albedo quickly noticed how you began making more to share with Durin too. Playtime and dessert with Klee soon turned into playtime with Klee and Durin. Half of it was spent making sure none of Klee’s Dodoco bombs exploded inside the city, and the other half trying to keep Durin from flying off without permission… The last part failed after the two kids decided to race for your last dessert.

❀ Eventually, Lisa or Kaeya would point out that the four of you looked and acted like a family. You’d flusteredly dismiss it with a, “I’m just taking care of them, they’re adorable.”

❀ If you ever looked for quiet time with Albedo, it would probably be in his office. Reports of your investigation now included some tea time and intellectual chats... also a few kisses, but that’s not important, right?

❀ Yes, Durin would eventually start calling you “Big Sister” too.

❀ The first time you visited Albedo’s home after Durin became a human, you were completely surprised by how well he managed the two kids on his own. The house was tidy as usual, no sign of chaos or anything out of place — that is, until the two bundles of chaos he had as siblings ran toward you, almost making you fall in the process.

❀ Durin will want your attention. Klee will also want your attention… Albedo will make sure you don’t go crazy and will look for an activity the four of you can enjoy together.

❀ When you stay over, it’s mostly because you want to spend time with Albedo — which you eventually do — but first, the two of you need to get the kiddos to sleep.

❀ When you finally have some time alone, Albedo will make some tea and bring desserts while the two of you talk about your day, your research, his art, etc. It feels strangely intimate — not just because you now spend more time at his house, but because you are the one who loves his two siblings as much as you love him.

❀ Klee will end up putting stickers on your lab coat while Durin paints the two of you in the lab. Of course, you show up the next day still wearing your lab coat full of stickers, proudly. And Albedo? He’ll find a cute drawing you forgot to take out of your report. Adorable.

❀ There will be a time when you’re taking care of them at Albedo’s house. It’s raining, and— “Big sister, let’s play together!” You get ambushed by two kids under the rain. Klee probably uses the chance to test her new sparkling water Dodoco bombs.

❀ When Albedo returns, the three of you are already changed into warm clothes, your hair still a bit damp, Durin curled up on one side and Klee on the other. He quietly places a blanket over your shoulders, wearing a faint smile.

❀ Durin will listen carefully when you talk or give advice. Klee… not so much. Which only proves your hypothesis that she’s obedient only to Albedo or Jean.

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It was a cold morning. You weren’t surprised to find Albedo still sleeping by your side—he’d stayed up late the night before, working on an experiment. A lazy yet loving smile curled on your lips as you watched him sleep peacefully. Pale blond hair slightly messy, long lashes fluttering as he dreamed, and a relaxed expression that warmed your heart.

Careful not to wake him, you slipped out of bed and grabbed one of his cardigans, only to notice your clothes neatly arranged next to his. You weren’t surprised—by now, you spent more time at his place than your own. Your toothbrush stood beside his in the bathroom, and your lab coat hung right next to his. It felt strangely intimate, warm, and cozy.

Still drowsy, you made your way to the kitchen to brew some coffee, hoping it would give both of you the energy to face the day.

“I need to caffeinate… or perish,” you muttered, stifling a big yawn.

But before the coffee had even finished brewing, a pair of warm arms wrapped around you—a blur of violet hair.

So much for a quiet morning.

“Big sister, you’re awake!” Durin beamed, his little horns nuzzling against your chest and his face pressing into the cardigan you’d stolen. His dragon wings fluttered with excitement.

You were dazed, nearly losing your balance. "It seems like I've been ambushed by a chibi dragon..." you mumbled, your eyes still half-closed.

When you lowered your gaze, a pair of scarlet eyes met yours, gleaming with innocent curiosity. Then, Durin hugged you even tighter, and his cute dragon tail flicked excitedly.

A familiar figure with blonde hair, dressed in a red pajama and clutching a dodoco teddy to her chest, ran toward you. "Big sister is awake!" Klee’s excitement was enough to make your heart melt, and with that, you finally shook off the sleepiness, fully waking up.

"Good morning, Klee," you greeted, still smiling as the Spark Knight hugged you. Now, you had two children keeping you in the kitchen, and the smile on your lips never wavered.

"Klee, you’re going to make her fall," Albedo remarked as he appeared in the kitchen, a faint smile on his lips. His hair was now tied in a low, slightly messy ponytail at the back of his head. "The two of you need to bathe before going out. Klee, why don't you make sure Dodoco gets ready while Durin takes a bath?"

Klee finally let you go, but then... "Are we going to eat pancakes today?" The Spark Knight asked eagerly, her usual energetic tone lighting up the room as she looked at her brother.

Albedo nodded, agreeing on the condition that they both get ready before breakfast. As Klee disappeared to her bedroom, Durin was still clinging to you.

"She's warm... And it's cold outside," he explained, still not letting go. "And smells like you... and vanilla." That last part made you blush, warmth rising to your cheeks as you glanced at Albedo.

"I’ll prepare something with meat just for you, but you need to get ready first, alright?" Durin’s scarlet eyes locked onto yours, as if you were making a promise. After you gently tousled his soft violet hair, he finally let you go and dashed off to the bathroom.

"Just as I imagined," Albedo said, accepting the mug of coffee you handed him, "you’re quite good at this."

You gave a tired but affectionate smile as you took your own sip of caffeine salvation. "So this is what I get for staying the night," you murmured, the warmth of the mug in your hands and the caffeine slowly reviving you. "Your family is pretty... particular."

Albedo moved gracefully around the kitchen, already pulling out ingredients to assist with breakfast. "That’s a fact I cannot deny," he replied in his usual calm tone.

"I still love it," you added, falling into step beside him.

"Excellent," Albedo replied without missing a beat, a rare warmth in his voice, "because you’re already part of it now."

You let out a soft chuckle, brushing a stray lock behind your ear as the two of you moved in quiet sync around the kitchen. There was a peaceful rhythm to it all—the occasional brush of hands, the clink of utensils, and the muffled, joyful chaos of two kids fully awake and alive just a room away.

And in that moment, wrapped in vanilla-scented air, soft laughter, and shared glances—you couldn’t have felt happier with your odd but wonderful little family.

[torglives]

can i stand up and say that ros AND yellow are completely irredeemable from lukeys pov or will the audience not like that one. because it’s honestly just been something that’s been bothering me a little bit. the way they talk about him like he’s less than human gets under my skin. can i just rant for a minute. is this okay with everyone.

like imagine you’re thrown into this new world and someone you’ve never met hates you for hearing your voice in a pocket dimension. and then murders you for it like an hour into your life. and then everyone acts like it’s okay because she’s going through a real rough time. and yeah she is, but how does that make it okay? they defend it, because she was scared, but you were scared too. what about your fear? you didn’t even do anything. she keeps threatening to kill you, and you can’t do anything, and you’re powerless. and then you join the opposing faction, because why wouldn’t you. and then her factionmate kills you a few days later. and it’s all one big joke. the entire faction hates you and they believe you’re evil, because they have to justify themselves somehow. no enemy of the kingdom can be innocent, so you must be evil, but you don’t even know who you are yet. and the king takes responsibility for all of it, willingly.

and you’re not perfect, but you try to remain kind. you ask her if she’s comfortable with you attending her event, and as you’re leaving, she calls you back and tries to murder you. again. and she’s friends with the guy you’ve sworn your life to, who’s likewise sworn to keep you safe. and she tells him it was just a little tap, like it was nothing. later, you try to stick up for yourself, defend your innocence, and she tells you that she doesn’t view you as an equal, much less a human being. your death does not matter to her because she doesn’t believe you deserve to live. she doesn’t believe you’re anything at all. "you’re nothing to me, lukey," and everyone lets it happen.

she continues to berate and belittle you, and threaten your life, and so does everyone else, because they’ve decided you’re evil. and it’s funny. and you’re weak. sneeg, and ros, and tina, and zam—and foolish lets them. and then ros dies. and she comes back weird and wrong, and people say to you try to start over, so you try, bitterly. but you’re evil. she calls you a dog. a pet. mocks you. says you make her want to be violent.

"like, i hardly touched lukey, and he hasn’t stopped whining about it."

and something’s got to give. someone has to take responsibility, so,

"i didn’t plan this, foolish. but i’m letting it happen. much like you did."

and everyone screams, see! we knew he was evil all along! we were right! — but this was never your decision to begin with. it’s never mattered what you truly are, because they’d already decided for you.

[idkwhatever580]

Are you f****** kidding me?!

Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: y/n has very bad trauma with alcoholism in her family, so she never drinks. Natasha never pushes it and is always protective of her decisions but what happens when the boys play a little “prank”on y/n?

Warnings: trauma, ptsd in a way?, reader freaks out, getting drunk, spiked drinks, protective nat, swearing, mentions of sh, fake allergic reaction.

A/N: guys sometimes I’m not great at explaining things in the warnings. So I put a question mark lol. I hope y’all understand it though.

Y/n’s pov

Once again I’m at one of Tony’s parties. I think his excuse this week is his mom’s business partner’s daughter is having a birthday soon.

Whatever. There’s no point in actually caring it’s just another ploy for him to get drunk.

I usually leave before that time.

I start off my night with a water. I plan to finish the night with the same. Then suddenly Pietro comes up to me with Sam and says

“Hey y/n!”

I smile at him and notice he’s holding two drinks.

“Hey Piet. What are you doing?”

He smiles and says

“Bringing a drink to my favorite person.”

I roll my eyes at him. We get along because we like to prank people a lot. And play video games.

I frown as he hands me a drink and I say

“Piet you know I don’t drink”

He curses under his breath and says

“Oh right yeah! Let me take that and I’ll get you a virgin drink yeah?”

I nod my head and thank him as they both walk away. I guess Sam is just trailing along.

After a few minutes they come back and hand me a different drink and I say

“What is this?”

He looks at it and says

“A drink doofus”

I roll my eyes at his antics and say

“No I mean what’s in this drink?”

He looks at Sam and says

“It’s like a celcius!”

Sam agrees quickly and I say

“Oh. So like an energy drink?”

They both nod their head in unison and I smirk and say

“Thanks guys. You know I have a hard time with these things. Especially since nat is on a mission right now.”

Sam wanders off and Piet stays by me as I drink a few sips. It’s pretty good.

We talk a bit and Piet says

“How is that flavor? I have something else and I was just wondering.”

I smile and say

“It’s orange I think. Not the best but it’s decent.”

His eyes have a fire in them and he says

“Here! Why don’t I get you a different flavor?”

I nod and say

“I’m sure two wouldn’t hurt right? It’s only energy drinks and they don’t really affect me”

He nods and says he’ll be right back so I finish off my drink and wait for him.

When he comes back he has a slightly pink tinted drink for me and i immediately try it.

“This one is good!”

He nods his head.

I have about three of those drinks and I’m starting to feel great. My stomach hurts a bit but I feel fine.

And this girl is talking to me and her jokes are literally so funny. Like I have the giggles or something.

We start dancing and then I somehow end up with Wanda. We’re best friends but we are not leaving any room for Jesus. I usually don’t have this much fun at these parties.

Then I end up on a couch with another girl by my side and I’m just talking her ear off. She looks interested.

All of a sudden I get a rush of heat over my face. I just zone out trying to pinpoint what’s going on.

By now the girl has left and I see a flash of red come in my view.

“Y/n? Y/n detka focus on me. Where are you baby?”

My beautiful girlfriend Natasha pulls me from my trance and I throw myself on her and say

“Natty!!”

She lets me hug her and I get another rush of that feeling again.

She notices and says

“Are you alright?”

I nod my head and then think, and shake my head.

“What’s wrong detka?”

I lean on her shoulder as she sits next to me and I say

“I don’t know. I feel weird.”

Natasha looks at the table and sees three glasses and says

“Are those yours?”

I nod and smile

“Piet got me these three flavors of energy drinks. I can’t remember what he said they were called though. But he said they were like celcius”

She nods and grabs one of the glasses. She picks it up to her nose and smells it and sets it back down.

“Y/n you said you liked these? And you wanted them?”

I nod me head and say

“They were really yummy but I think they’re hurting my tummy a bit”

I pout and she looks to the side as if she’s scanning the crowd for someone. I follow her eyes and they land on Pietro and Sam who are giggling like teen girls. I slur out

“What are they laughing at natty?”

She looks to the side unsure of what to say and my eyes widen and I sit up. This realization has my mind sobered up a bit and I look at her with tears in my eyes.

“Nat? Is that alcohol?”

She bites her lip unsure of what to do but she nods her head and I say

“Pietro and Sam told me it wasn’t. They said they got me a virgin kind.”

She shakes her head and says

“I’m so sorry baby”

I shake my head and push her away. I immediately get up and walk off. I almost bump into a few people and I trip up a bit but not bad. I go straight to our room and Natasha decided to stay back to handle the perpetrators.

She makes sure Friday alerts her if I end up anywhere other than our room.

Nobody’s pov

To say Natasha was angry was an understatement.

She was furious.

She had to watch you storm off to probably go and cry because of what they did to you.

She stands up and brushes herself off. And then she calmly walks over to Pietro and Sam.

They say

“Oh hey nat! You’re back!”

Natasha smiles at them and says

“You wouldn’t happen to know what was in those drinks that you gave y/n would you?”

They shrug their shoulders and say

“What drinks? What are you talking about?”

Natasha is pissed so her patience is gone and she grabs them both by the ear and pulls them to the side of the room.

The noise isn’t any less quiet, it’s just out of the way.

And she goes ballistic.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Do you know what you did to her?! Everybody knows that y/n doesn’t drink because of her fears that she will end up like her father. She’s probably in our room now panicking about how she’s an alcoholic from three drinks!! And you!”

She points to Pietro

“You know better than to do that! You know she has problems. And you still did that! I should have the both of you banned from stark parties forever! You both intentionally spiked her drink! You two are literally dead!”

By now the room is silent from how loud Natasha is screaming at them. All eyes are on them but she doesn’t care.

“She was your friend and you did this to her! That is the ultimate betrayal and I wouldn’t blame her if she never wants to see your faces again! Get out of here. I don’t want to see you at another party! And I expect there to be ample apologies tomorrow!”

They nod and scurry off. Wanda is behind natashw now and she gives her a look as if she’s asking if they really did that to you and Natasha nods her head.

Wanda’s eyes glow red and she walks off in Pietro direction.

After Natasha knows they’ll be handled she smooths out her shirt and looks around at everyone gawking at her.

She raises and eyebrow and says

“Would anybody like to go with them?”

They all shake their heads and go back to partying.

Natasha goes upstairs to find you in your room.

She slowly walks up to your ball of a self and says

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Apparently she chose the wrong set of words because you shoot up and say

“No im not alright! How can I be alright?! I’m literally drunk because I’m a lightweight and I feel disgusting because I liked it. And that’s why I never drink because I’m just like my father and I’ll like that shit and I’ll probably get hooked on it now!”

You are pacing back and forth and your breathing is erratic so Natasha goes up and grabs you and says

“Woah woah woah. Detka please calm down. You need to hear me. You are not an alcoholic from getting drunk once. You know that you don’t drink and that you won’t drink. Just because you liked the alcohol does not mean you are hooked okay? You clearly don’t like being drunk at all because it is hurting you.”

You are now just standing in Natasha’s grasp as she speaks to you.

“And you are most definitely not your father. You know now to not trust them with drinks anymore. Listen. I’m so sorry they did that to you. But you need to know it is not your fault. At. All. They spiked your drink knowing that you don’t drink for a reason.”

Y/n’s pov

I nod my head taking in all this information. And I tear up a bit.

“Hey hey don’t cry baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault”

I shake my head as some tears start to fall and I say

“No no. I’m not crying because of this. I’m crying because you’re so good to me. Nobody would have reassured me like this except you. I just love you so much.”

We both smile and kiss each other and then we pull away because there is a knock at the door and I softly say

“Come in”

Wanda steps in and says

“Hey. How are you?”

I smile and say

“Still drunk”

I laugh and Wanda says

“Do you want me to get you a water?”

Natasha shakes her head and says

“We keep bottles of water in our room. I’ll grab her one.”

Wanda nods and says

“Right well I just wanted to let you know that I just got onto both their asses again and they are on probation for two months”

I furrow my eyebrows and say

“Probation?”

Wanda explains to me that probation is basically they don’t get any missions for two months. And she also added in there that they have to do my mission reports for that length of time too which is amazing since I hate mission reports.

“Wow Wands. That’s so sweet. Thank you”

She shakes her head and says

“No problem. Now I have one more question. They want to come in and apologize to you. Is that okay? I just want to check.”

I think about it and Natasha says

“You don’t have to agree detka. They can sulk in their rooms for now.”

I smile when I get a devious idea.

“What if you guys help me prank them back!”

They raise their eyebrows in concern and say

“What kind of prank?”

I think and say

“I can use my makeup skills and pretend I cut myself because of how bad my mind got!”

Their eyes widen and they say

“Woah there. That’s a little much.”

“Yeah Wanda’s right. Maybe a less intense prank?”

I sigh and nod my head. And then I completely forget about my idea when I say

“Wanda! You can use your powers to temporarily distort my face and body and we can prank them by saying I’m having an allergic reaction to the alcohol! Make them regret it even more!”

Wanda smiles and says

“I think that’s a good idea, but you’ve already had the alcohol in your system for a while. I think allergic reactions happen faster”

Natasha says

“They’re stupid. We can say it was a late onset reaction”

I nod my head aggressively. A little too aggressive though so I say

“Woah. Too much head shake there”

Natasha stabilizes me as Wanda says

“Alright. Why don’t you sit on the ground and I’ll work my magic?”

I sit down a little slowly so that I don’t get woozy or anything and while I’m waiting, Natasha gets me a water to help me sober up.

Wanda then distorts my face to look all red and blotchy and I get fake hives everywhere. I smile and say

“Nat. When were pranking them we can go in my bedside table and grab my old inhaler. I can use it to puff and it won’t do anything, and say I’m out!”

She nods her head. Anything to make me feel better.

And Wanda steps out and says

“I’ll be back with the boys.”

I giggle at my devious plan and Natasha says

“You’re gonna have to stop giggling if you want them to believe it”

I nod my head and get in serious mode. I lie myself in Natasha’s lap as she sits on her knees to pretend like she’s cradling me.

We here Wanda walking back and saying

“You better apologize and mean it”

They reply with a few “yes ma’am’s” and Natasha decided now is a good time.

“Wanda!”

She all but yells.

Thank goodness the party is still going so nobody else can hear.

Wanda runs in with Pietro and Sam hot on her tail and they see me.

Natasha puts on a facade that she’s freaking out and I make my breathing labored as if my lungs are closing up.

“Wanda! Help me out here! Y/n’s having an allergic reaction to the alcohol! I need her inhaler!”

Wanda jumps into action and says

“Where is it?!”

“In her bedside table”

Wanda runs to get it and only now can I see the boys. Their faces are ghostlike when they realize what they’ve done.

I fake puff the inhaler and shake my head. Natasha checks it and says

“Fuck.”

Pietro and Sam are now freaking out and saying

“Wait she can’t have an allergic reaction it’s been like forever!”

Natasha responds with

“It’s late onset and now her inhaler is empty! None of this would have happened if you didn’t spike her drinks!”

I gasp and say

“Epi… pen”

And Natasha remembers I have an epipen for if I get stung by a bee. And there’s a trainer in the bag so she grabs the trainer and they freak out.

She uses the trainer which does nothing but make a click sound and then she sighs as Wanda makes the reaction fade slightly.

They all sigh in relief and Sam and Pietro are the first to say something

“Y/n we’re so sorry. We had no idea this would happen!”

“Yeah we wouldn’t have done it if we knew!”

Natasha looks up and says

“But you would have done it even though you knew about her father?”

Their faces once again go like ghosts and I start laughing at them.

They’re confused and Wanda starts to giggle.

I hop up and say

“You idiots! We pranked you back!”

They stand there confused. Sam is the first to say

“But- but you used an epipen”

I shake my head and say

“That’s the trainer. It helps people know what to do in a real situation. The trainer doesn’t have a needle or medication in it”

He sighs and says

“What about your inhaler?”

I shrug and say

“Empty one. Doesn’t do anything anymore.”

Pietro is just silent and I say

“Aww Piet. Are you sad that I just pranked you?”

He shakes out of it and starts apologizing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I know you didn’t have a reaction but I’m sorry because I didn’t think about why you don’t drink. I knew why but I ignored it.”

I sigh and say.

“I forgive you Piet. Just remember that we don’t do pranks that cause harm to someone.”

He nods and I turn to Sam

“And I forgive you too. Now both of you. I’d like to inform you that I have been letting my mission reports back up and I’m glad to tell you that you have until the end of the week to finish five of them”

They groan and say

“Yes ma’am”

I smile and they leave. I turn to Wanda and say

“Thanks fairy wand. You made me feel a lot better”

And I turn to Natasha and say

“Thank you too”

Wanda leaves and we get into bed (not without me putting up a fight) and Natasha makes me finish the bottle before I fall asleep.

“Thank you natty. You’re so good to me”

She smiles and says

“You’re a little devil when you’re drunk you know that?”

I smile and say

“Eh. I’ll be fine tomorrow”

She rolls her eyes and we fall asleep in each others eyes with Natasha knowing I’m gonna be worse when I’m hungover.

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A/N: I hope y’all liked it! I kind of rushed it because I have a bunch of things lined up and this is just an extra tidbit I started before creating more lol

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[kit-screams-into-the-future]

POV: you roll up to your boyfriend's house to take that sweet new truck of his up to the lake on a trip you've been planning for a while but then his old scientist friend shows up out of nowhere in a delorean and the strangest fit ever and tells you two to get in and then the thing starts flying(??) and travels 30 years into the future(???) where supposedly your boyfriend and you are married now(??) and then you black out and wake up in your house but it's definitely not YOUR house and you can't leave because there's no HANDLES on the FREAKING DOORS and then you get greeted by your future son(???) (who looks exactly like your boyfriend by the way) (and so does your daughter?) (where the fuck did your genes go??? are his just that strong?? did we clone him???) (also you have a daughter by the way) and learn that your boyfriend (husband?) gets into this terrible accident that causes him to give up his lifelong passion and then you witness him commit fraud and get fired via two dozen fax machines and then when you finally get to escape you immediately run into yourself 30 years older(??????) and it's so shocking that you black out AGAIN and when your boyfriend wakes you up he's dressed like a cowboy for some reason(??) and then you almost get into that accident you learned about earlier but it's fine because your boyfriend received some character growth along with that odd cowboy fit of his apparently and he takes you to the train tracks to show you the wreckage of the flying delorean you got into earlier (and yes, it WAS a time machine and all of that was DEFINITELY REAL and NOT A DREAM) and now the weird cowboy fit makes a lot more sense, and then all of a sudden there's a flying train now too(??) and your boyfriend's old scientist friend pops out with an entire new family(???) and when you ask him about the fax you nicked from the future because like, he's the one who made the damn machine surely he has answers, he ends up telling you a really inspirational piece of advice, actually, and then his flying time machine train takes off in the blink of an eye and THEN suddenly your boyfriend has the worst adrenaline crash anyone has ever experienced ever and now you're standing in an empty railroad among the wreckage of a car-turned-time-machine with your boyfriend in your arms and absolutely no clue what decisions you made in your life could have possibly led up to this. your name is jennifer parker and you have just experienced the weirdest, most absurd hour of consciousness in your entire life.

loosely inspired by this fic i read! please check it out :] and while you're at it check out the rest of this author's fics :] im a big fan of the one where marty is a ghost

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

I—and many others—have talked about the motivators behind Feyre's decision to go UTM. Something that is always leveraged against the readers and other characters in the novel is the idea that Feyre sacrificed herself to "save Prythian." And, from a literary POV, it has always bothered me because...that's not true. Feyre did not go UTM the save Prythian -- she went down there because she realized that she essentially fucked over Clare Beddor.

And I think this distinction matters for a lot of reasons, but specifically because it changes what we (as readers) expect out of characters like Feyre. Like -- think of Katniss, and the burden that followed internally because she truly did not think she would start a revolution; she simply saved herself and Peeta out of instinct. That matters -- because it shapes how Katniss responds to being thrust into these roles of leadership, and how she struggles with it.

Feyre went down there, partially out of love, but moreso out of guilt. There's never a moment of growth where Feyre realizes -- 'Hey -- there's a whole population of people trapped UTM."

EVEN, when she goes UTM, she doesn't bargain for the lives of the rest of the people, she ONLY bargains for Tamlin's power and court . There's never a full circle moment from the curse where Feyre realizes the humanity of these people (from her previous hatred, which was a stipulation of the curse). And again - its so annoying because Feyre's sacrifice is heavily thrust into our face; Rhysand threatens Tarquin with this sentiment, yet it's not trueeeee. If anything - Amarantha is more helpful in this regard because SHE Is the one who offers these extra stipulations.

The point isn't to diminish what Feyre went through, but to acknowledge the reality of why she went down there: It was guilt. And that changes a lot of what I take from Feyre's internal narrative. Especially in moments where she essentially judges the Spring Court people for trying to have a normal life after fifty years...in a concentration camp. The story is asking me to leverage Feyre's three months (that she, for the most part, has little to no memory of) against these people who were essentially treated as...cattle. How am I supposed to to sympathize with a petulant narrative that never zooms out from Feyre's interiority. The story simply resorts to bastardizing Feyre's motivations to fit a narrative that, in my opinion, does not exist.

It's why, I feel her journey falls flat in MAF. There's never a moment where she actually realizes the humanity and breadth and similarities between the Fae and humans. Never a moment where she reflects on her hatred of Andras and understands the brevity of her killing him. Because if we're following the curse -- Feyre murdered Andras in cold blood. (and that;s fine, narratively, because the whole point is for Feyre to grow to love the Fae as she loves humans). Yet, in FAS, she immediately just...dehumanizes Andras, and never thinks about the fact she murdered him. It's so weird. But its why I think there's a disconnect between myself and a lot of people who stan Feyre.

[itspheenixbaby]

introduction

🎶 now playing … honey - erykah badu

for years i avoided scripting “world changes” to my desired realities because i knew it would fundamentally alter my culture and the state of the world in general. if you take away racism, you dont have rap. if you take away colonialism half the world doesnt have a lingua franca. since i got my shifting “start” on tiktok, my decision to keep the world the same was seen as “wrong” or “bad”. when it was anything but (at least from my pov) all i wanted to do was preserve the culture(s) that i had come to love so much.

but eventually either the peer pressure or just curiosity got to me, and i decided. what the hell, sure. lets get rid of every traumatic racial or social event thats still an issue in the modern day that i can think of. and thank God i caved, because the world i ended up building is ten times cooler.

(i only script this in realities where it probably wouldnt matter either way. like its not in any of my marvel based realities because the usa’s historical events are so deeply tied to all their plots to me itd feel weird to take it out. but for most of my desired realities set on earth, yeah this is our history.)

(i also never try to make the world perfect but what id describe as a “semi realistic good-ending”)

for the rest of this ramble, keep in mind when i say “america” or “american” im referring to both north & south americans. like how you’d say european or asian. if i mean to say united states of american 🇺🇸 , ill probably just say yankee(s) or yank(s). just because my familys jamaican and thats what they call us as slang lol.

alternate history, aka historical algebra

🎶 now playing … agua de beber - astrid gilberto

some people just script “racism didnt happen”; “the us is different/fairer” or “slavery / indigenous genocide didnt happen” but im very detailed. so that just felt like a cop-out. and all events are instrumental to shaping the cultural, social and even economic landscape of all my cultures. therefore, i had to come up with a way to get a mostly similar afro-america, usa & jamaica while re-doing all cultures major past atrocities. but how do you do that? well its pretty obvious. injustice and our cultural traumas didnt just pop up out of no where, so you have to change the history. if you build a home with a crooked foundation, obviously the entire house will be lopsided.

because both north and south america already have similar histories, it wouldnt get the effect i want if one nation was unaffected by colonialism/slavery/indigenous genocide and every other one was or vise versa. so any historical changes would have to be pan-continental.

indigenous-americans

to set a steady and mostly ethical foundation, indigenous culture unfortunately couldn’t be too much of the same. i considered making it that native americans and settlers were just harmonious, but like…realistically, even if they did okay it, who wants some random mofos just strolling into your land and establishing themselves? not me. especially not without indigenous americans holding the same power / advancement in general. you could still reasonably have some kind of racial tension, even if you scripted out racism. and again, i know in some countries esp south america, indigenous-settler relations in the past and the modern day arent as abysmal, but hell if im going all out scripting for a handful of countries why not include everyone? like what the hell, sure.

anyways in my desired reality, indigenous americans keep most of their fundamental culture. but unlike our reality, they were all *extremely* advanced. especially compared to the other four populated continents. characteristically they were a curious people, which is why their educational systems, economics & problem solving were ahead of their time. one example of this is the PCT.

the PCT isnt its going to be the “official” name, but im terrible at naming things, so were going with that. anyways, PCT stands for Pan Continental Transit. it was established in around the 1000s. the PCT is exactly what the name implies. its a road (not a literal modern one, think like the silk road) that goes from canada all the way to argentina. it includes the major carribbean islands too, so nobody gets left out. the PCT transported items, people and ideas across both continents at rapid paces. which will explain ; north & south americas extreme advancement levels, the lack of resistance to cultural exchange & the vast intelligence of the people.

other than the PCT, another key example of the curiosity of indigenous americans was their growing degree of influence. instead of europeans “finding” the americas, indigenous americans “found” eurasia & africa. they especially traded and interacted with western europeans and western africans. this interaction lasted a few hundred years before immigration waves began in the 1500s-1700s. in my desired reality, immigration was a natural step following cultural interest instead of an intrusion.

footnotes / effects ;

indigenous americans mingled with other cultures already, so foreign disease wouldnt have killed off their populations.

indigenous-american culture is respected and rightfully mainstream.

there was no reason to war with indigenous people, and it likely wouldve gotten shut down quick due to their advancement & control over both continents.

african-americans

african-americans, in my desired reality alternate history left africa and resettled in the americas on our own jurisdiction. so then what drove us out of africa? i came up with a few sensible reasons. those escaping tribal conflict and exiled rebels were a large amount of the resettlers. an interest in american education / ideas was also a driving force considering the intellectual power of native americans in this au. and since in my desired realities african-americans were seen as equals, a desire for financial opportunity also drove immigration. and since as i mentioned before native americans frequently interacted with west africans, immigration was already feasible.

pan africanism continues to exist in my desired reality, but it formed in a different way. thats where liberia comes into play. because the amount of west africans leaving the region caused an economic slow/drain, large amounts of west africans returned to africa and formed liberia. slowly but surely, the nation began to thrive. the prosperity trickled down to other west african kingdoms/nations/city-states turning liberia and the general west-african community extremely financially successful. in my desired reality, liberia continues its economic brilliance to the modern day. boasting one of the worlds best economies and largest populations. (mostly west african / african-american though).

footnotes / effects ;

african-americans & africans arent treated or seen as less than by other races & ethnicites.

african-american & african culture is respected.

african-americans mostly have african surnames.

african-americans have always had ethnic or racial pride and known our history.

asian-americans

a. so just for funsies, i scripted in a whole ethnic group. i didnt have any clue what to call them, so i pulled the name “jiuyuan” out of my ass. this group set history as the largest wave of collective east asian immigration out of the continent. with estimates of six million individuals leaving asia for the americas. so, whyd they emigrate? well…its complicated. a chinese former military general formed a new religion/mindset. this religion, yuanism, was cut throat and brutal with remnants of witchcraft/shamanism. it was thought to have been causing a stir across asia. so its practitioners were generally shunned from mainstream society. since they had difficulty finding work and adjusting to society, a vast majority turned to maritime based occupations. this continued for a few hundred years until the exiles began. by taking advantage of decades of maritime knowledge, jius fled persecution in east asia and resettled in the americas. particularly the carribbean, central america and coastal south america.

b. i scripted this change for the dumbest reason. i wanted to keep the name “west indies”. so i scripted in another important group of asian americans ; indo-carribbeans (who, yes, i know already exist in our original reality) but in my desired reality, they didnt come to the americas because of english colonialism/labor. indo carribbeans arrived in large quantities to various carribbean nations (including non-english/patois speaking ones) from western india in the 1500s. would be the second largest wave of immigration from asia to the americas, at around four million. they were merchants, aristocrats, pirates and traders. but they were already so well established and so integrated into carribbean cultures before the cultural solidification of europeans that the region was named “after” them. which in my desired reality is why the carribbean is also called the west indies. (clever, aint it 😉)

european-americans.

europeans still emigrate to the americas for the same reasons, but their effect is extremely different.

european-americans would have more cultural similarities with mainland europeans and possibly more syncretism with indigenous and african cultures in general.

instead of slave labor, you might’ve had very wealthy families or individuals relying on a non-race-based system similar to european feudalism to farm crops in southern states / fertile countries. or mining, entrepreneurship, military, local government & trade/shipping (majority directly tied to mother countries / europe). and even then, none of those would be european dominated.

footnotes / effects ;

no jim 🐦‍⬛, encomienda system, white washing, anti-race mixing or wh1te supr3macy. (censoring bc tumblr might not let me post)

nationality is seen above race in their communities.

most slurs including the n-word probably wouldnt exist.

colonialism

yes, i kept in colonialism. how else would we be speaking english/spanish/portuguese/dutch/french? but it does run differently. i mentioned this system in another post, but europeans were only rulers in name. in actuality, it was locals (of all races, including european) that were running the show and typically more concerned with their own agendas than loyalty to the motherland(s). (P.S, i wonder if when i shift this would cause an “untrustworthy american” stereotype in european media 🤔) this is also the case for asia & africa but even more so because there were less europeans & bigger populations in most of those countries.

naturally colonies did adopt some aspects of european culture including; language, christianity/catholicism, art forms (such as visual arts, music, films, dance & sports) and cultural beliefs, including those spread from movements such as the enlightenment. all with varying degrees of alteration and syncretism.

race

european-americans / europeans wouldnt be able to establish racism (which fun fact was partially invented to pit the poor against each other in our cr 😍 i love rich people), and any attempt would obviously be obsolete because in this reality each race has no reason to not be seen equally.

another non-factor is the classification of race into categories like “black”, “brown” or “white”. while in my base reality i dont find an issue with these terms, i dont think itd be realistic in this context. color based terms would likely be seen in the same way as how asians & indigenous people see the terms “yellow” or “red”. what i figure would actually be the case is either continental or region based ancestral classifications. and even then i figure the classifier level would prioritize nationality, followed by ethnic group and finally any broader racial categories.

(if you peruse my page, you’d see that in my idol dr me and most of the members of my group are classified in accordance, if an example is needed)

and thats it for the americas. now onto things i scripted for other regions/countries/continents or just the world in general. this is a lot more general because im jamaican-american so i dont know jack shit about any other nations histories to feel i should change anything (or even have a place to), but here it goes ;

most stuff is made regional/domestic. aka not everything is from china! literally only because i miss seeing “made in usa” or even “made in mexico” on things :(( like switch it up.

everywhere would be classified as a “first world country” by my original reality standards.

europe as a whole still has hella lions.

women & men have always been equal.

east asia is slightly more advanced than the rest of the world.

more places maintain “traditional” architecture styles. i heard in some european countries they dont build anything thats not cohesive with the older buildings and i was like, why dont we all do that???

the principal monetary system might not be capitalism (or communism, for that matter) i feel like i made the world so different im unsure if itd even still “work” but it might be idk.

and now, here goes the rapid fire intended cause & effect round explaining why the historical changes i scripted matters, if its unclear. but im no historian so i could be inaccurate on some things.

no indigenous genocide & thriving pre colonial pan-americas -> all nations in north/south america have further opportunity to become economically stable & explains the continents diversity without decimating an entire population.

pan-american road -> pan-americanism spreads, usa / canada is less likely to play “big brother” (or even be able to) with other north & south american countries. yankees automatically become like way less xenophobic/racist/isolationist because they never were.

global first world + peaceful status -> less over immigration from foreign countries to the west because there isnt a need to. more immigration in general because of cultural interest/work/school, but from everywhere to everywhere. less need for war & conflict because theres less injustice. less racism & xenophobia because no groups can be seen as literally having less. more technological & economic advancement because of a higher education rate.

fem/male equality always -> more technological & economic advancements because of an always larger work force. better mental health because gender norms (while they could still exist) wouldnt be nearly as intense on both genders. possibly more peaceful politics / social scenes because of more nuanced perspectives being highlighted and masculine energy wouldnt be a status quo.

no racial hierarchies -> no systemic racism in general. ameircan or european racism / xenophobia doesnt exist much less spread to other regions and continents.

weaker colonialism -> while europe & the west in general would still be extremely culturally & economically dominant, other regions and even entire continents would be on the same level….and the term “the west” might not be used? whats more plausible (even though its dated downnn in this reality) is probably old/new world.

more stuff made domestic/regional -> more equal financial clout. higher global production power. less unsafe work conditions. and more employed people everywhere.

europe still has lions -> europe just became like ten times cooler???

fun fact im lowkey planning a 1600s-1700s carribbean / american / yankee dr based on this alt history. itd be FUNN. and you just know the carribbean piracy golden age would just be bat shit insane too. also sooo excited to see different countries take on fashion, since the euro influence wouldnt be as universally strong.

and old hollywoods gonna be way more diverse so that’ll be cool to watch.

[serotonin-up]

Provider gave me weird vibes right from the start with the line “garner you in silk like a spider.” The word choice seemed so odd to me. “Garner” means to collect, gather, stash, hoard. Spiders use their silk to trap and store their prey. “I want to be your provider” and “garner you in silk like a spider” are opposing statements that just don’t really make sense together at first listen.

And then a bit later in that same verse, we get “[I want to be] your outer shell, your secret insider…your guiding hand, your final decider.” And that sent up all sorts of red flags for me.

Your outer shell: something that keeps you protected, or something that keeps you separated from the rest of the world? Your secret insider: someone you can trust to tell you the truth, or someone you trust so much you’ll believe whatever lies they feed you?

Guiding hand and final decider: someone who will guide your thoughts, influence your decisions, and make sure your choices align with what they think is best for you.

So to me, this entire first verse just screams, “I want to control and use you under the guise of taking care of you.” And then the rest of the song is basically, “Hey, I know we had a thing in the past and it didn’t work out so great, but look how much I want you and how much power you have over me. You’re the only person worthy of my attention, and we both know you still want me. So just tell me you’re mine and I will give you everything you wanted from me before. You can trust me. It’ll be different this time.”

In my opinion, this song is written from the POV of a narcissist trying to manipulate their ex into coming back to them. In the context of Sleep Token’s lore, I think this could be Sleep trying to regain its control over Vessel, to get him to return and submit to it once more (maybe because it fears the power Vessel will gain when he reaches Arcadia, and the retribution that might follow?).

And that ties in very nicely with Even In Arcadia, when Vessel—the final dawn, the flood, the sharpened blade—swings wide the gates of Arcadia and roars,

“Have you been waiting long for me?”

[rainbow-rey]

Shameless - chap. 2

Sukuna x Reader - MDNI!!

Summary: You didn't expect to end up under that guy you met on your weekend getaway, but you're glad you did.

Tags: reader-insert, pov second person, p in v, creamp/e, size k/nk, multiple org/sms, phone s/x, mutual m/sturbation, squ/rting

Part 2 of a series - Full thing posted on ao3 as a longfic

You can’t sleep. It’s 4 a.m., and you’ve been rolling around for hours. You’re desperate for something. Some sort of release, an escape from the late-night thoughts you’ve been having about a certain someone.

You finally give up trying to go to sleep, and sit up in your bed. You pull your dildo out of your bedside drawer as you unlock your phone and open Twitter. You open your bookmarks and scroll through, trying to find a good video… And you just about find one, but you get a notification. 

sukuna 🍆💦 Hey You up?

Ah. Just the person you were trying to forget. 

you yeah whats going on

sukuna 🍆💦 I miss you + I’m horny

You almost choke on your own spit. 

you same what should we do about that?

sukuna 🍆💦 Hm I can think of a few things

sukuna 🍆💦 started a FaceTime call.

“Hi,” you squeak out. You’re in a low-cut tank top and pyjama pants, no bra. The usual sleepwear. 

Sukuna is shirtless. 

You didn’t expect the sight to affect you so much, but god, he’s hot. His face is effortlessly beautiful—jaw is strong and defined, tattoos framing his face powerfully. And his body, fuck. 

His shoulders are broad, chest wide. You can’t see anything below his armpits, which may be for the better. You would probably cum on the spot if you did. 

He probably noticed your drooling, because he smirks. “Like what you see?” 

You can’t stop yourself from nodding. 

“You wanna see more?” 

You gulp. You’re unbelievably turned on right now. “Y-yeah. Sure.” You’re both mature adults. Who can make mature decisions. But the mere sight of him, all exposed, has you picturing things you probably shouldn’t be thinking about. 

Your brain starts going haywire when he tilts his camera to show him sliding down the waistband of his pants. His happy trail leads to a patch of hair—which is somehow also pink. You wouldn’t have thought that would be a turn on, but if it’s Sukuna, anything goes. 

He pulls his pants down to his knees, showing his massive erection through his boxers. There’s a wet patch near where his tip is, leaving the grey material almost black. 

“Told you I was horny,” he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

Your voice quivers when you laugh. “Can I ask you something kind of weird?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“H-How big is it?” Is that an acceptable thing to ask someone?

It must be, because Sukuna answers easily. “Six and a half inches.” 

You almost choke. “Isn’t a normal length, like, three?”

“No idea. Have you ever been with a guy this big?”

Oh. You forgot to mention something earlier. “I, uh, haven’t been with any guy.”

Now it’s his turn to choke. “You’ve been with girls before, though, right?”

You shake your head. “I’m a virgin. Definitely not inexperienced, just not with real people.”

He groans. “You’re saying you were gonna let me be your first?” 

“Well, first cock. But yeah.” 

“Shit. Would you still let me, if I was with you now?” 

Your abdomen tingles. “Probably. Fuck, I wish you were with me. I’m so horny.”

You hear Sukuna’s staggered breathing in the mic. And you could swear his erection grew a little bit. 

“To make up for my not being there, could I help you another way?” Fuck. Is he really suggesting what you think he is?

“What kind of help are we talking?” Your speech is quiet, now, barely a whisper. 

“I think you know, doll.”

“What if I don’t? I need some details…” Where is your confidence coming from all of a sudden?

“I want you to fuck yourself the same way I would if I was there. Do you have any toys with you?” 

Your cunt aches at his words. “Fuck. Y-Yes. I have a dildo.”

“Good. Don’t use it yet. First, touch your tits for me. Be nice and gentle, but squeeze them a little.”

You rest your phone so that your camera captures your whole body, and you do as he asks. Your hands start groping your tits through your tank top, massaging them as you go. Your fingers graze over your nipples, rubbing and pinching them slightly. You bite your lip, imagining that it’s Sukuna’s hands roaming your body. 

He starts palming himself through his boxers, and it all sends a shiver down your spine. “Good girl,” he says. “If I was with you, I’d suck them till they were swollen. I’d work my way down, too; your thighs would be purple when I finished. Touch your thighs for me, baby. Run your hands all the way to your cunt.”

“Fuck, I wish you were with me,” you whine, doing as he instructed. Your fingers trail closer and closer to where you need them the most, but you hold back for now. 

“Once I get my test results back, I’ll make up for this. Promise. Gonna make you feel so good.” Sukuna groans as he adds more pressure on his ever-growing boner. “Take off your underwear, and I’ll take off mine? I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

“Uh huh,” you nod eagerly, sliding your panties to your ankles. You watch in anticipation as Sukuna’s erection springs free—and it’s big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen. You have no idea how it’s supposed to fit inside you… not that it’ll stop you from imagining. You can feel slick gushing out of your hole as you picture his cock fucking up into your swollen cunt over and over and over and—

“Fuck, I think I might cum just from thinking about you. Can’t wait ‘till I see you next.” 

“Neither can I,” you sigh. “Need you so bad.” 

“God, you’re going to be the death of me. Touch yourself, doll.”

You whimper as you drag one finger down your thigh. You slowly dip it into your pussy, soaking the tip in your juices, before pulling it out. You rub soft circles on your clit, letting out little moans. Sukuna has started stroking his cock, and you wish it was you. You stroke yourself faster, thinking about how his long fingers felt on your cunt.

“You ready to use that toy?” he asks. When you nod, he continues. “Lick it, get it all wet.”

You do as he asked, slurping the dildo the way you would if it was Sukuna. You can see him stroking himself faster on your phone screen, groaning louder as you take the silicone as far down as you can. By now you’re sure it’s soaked, so you release it with a pop. You line the toy up with your entrance. “May I?” you ask Sukuna. 

“Fuck. Go ahead, doll.” 

At his words, you push the dildo past your puffy lips. It slides into your cunt with no friction, and the sound of it squelching is sinful. You let out a soft moan as you shove the whole thing inside, the balls pushing against your ass. You leave the toy inside you, clenching so it doesn’t slip out, while you lick the tips of your middle fingers on one hand. You bring your clean hand to the dildo, pulling it out slowly, as you bring your fingers to your clit. You rub gently while you begin thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt. 

“Ah, f-fuck,” you moan, the noises your pussy is making combined with the feelings driving you mad. You stroke your clit faster, matching the speed you’re fucking yourself with. “W-wish this was you,” you whimper, and that sets Sukuna off. 

His hand jerks faster and sloppier, and he lets out a loud cry as spurts of cum erupt from his cock. “Fuck,” he sighs, shoulders relaxing. He turns to watch as you near the edge as well, fucking yourself rapidly. “Keep going, baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

“O-oh, fuck, I’m coming!” you cry out, the dildo bruising your g-spot over and over. “Ah!” 

“That’s it. Cum for me, doll,” Sukuna rasps, sending you over the edge. 

You cum on the toy, screaming Sukuna’s name and coating the silicone in your slick. You deflate after, chest heaving. “Fuck, Sukuna… I’ve never cum that hard in my life.” 

“I’ll beat this one,” he says with a grin. “Are you free Saturday?”

—

It’s Saturday. Finally. You’re picking out an outfit to go to Sukuna’s place. It doesn’t matter what you wear, really, considering it’ll end up on his bedroom floor anyways, but a good outfit means a good mood. You settle on a black t-shirt with grey sweats. You throw on a lip gloss, some sneakers, and a purse, before heading out. 

Sukuna’s front door opens about a second after you knock. He greets you with a grin, bending down to plant a peck on your lips. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you say. “Oh, we’re matching!” He’s wearing a black shirt with grey sweatpants of his own.

He laughs, pulling you inside. His apartment is arguably tidier than yours. He brings you to the couch, sitting with you. 

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs in your ear. The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine. 

“I missed you too. Haven’t stopped thinking about you all week.”

“Neither have I… Came on my hand to the thought of you every day.” You blush, and he pulls you closer to him, taking your purse and putting it on his side table. He presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, making you shudder. 

You can feel yourself getting wetter as he continues kissing your neck, licking and sucking on the skin. Your head falls back against the armrest and he shifts to be on top of you. One of his hands threads through your hair, while the other trails down your body. 

He cups your breast, squeezing gently and rubbing over your nipple with his thumb. You arch into his touch, whimpering softly. “Fuck, I need you so bad…”

Sukuna groans. “You wanna go to the bedroom, doll?”

You nod, and he picks you up effortlessly. He carries you to his room and lies you down on his bed, before claiming your mouth with his own. Your lips part as you moan, and his tongue slides in. His hands roam your body again, this time sliding under your top. He grabs your tits, massaging them both. He presses his bulge into you, grinding against your cunt. You whimper into his mouth. 

“Please…” 

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, ‘Kuna… Need you so bad,” you whine. 

Sukuna obliges with a smirk. He pulls your sweats and panties down to your ankles, then slides one finger through your puffy folds. He collects your slick, bringing it up to your clit and circling it slowly. The sensations drive you crazy. 

He sucks on two of his fingers and inserts them gently into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease. He fucks little moans out of you as he thrusts his fingers and rubs your clit. Just as you’re about to cum, he pulls away. He licks his fingers clean and pulls down his own pants, freeing his erection. 

And fuck, it’s even bigger in person. It’s perfect: long and girthy, with two veins running along it. You can’t help but reach out to touch it, and he groans on contact. You wrap your fingers around it, massaging the head with your thumb. You stroke his cock twice before he pulls your hand off. 

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, doll. Let me at least get inside you first.”

He spits out a glob of saliva, landing right on your swollen clit. He uses his thumb to smear it over your nub and pussy lips. His fingers part your folds gently, the cool air hitting your dripping wet hole. Your cunt aches from all his teasing, hole clenching around nothing. 

“Please, ‘Kuna, fuck me already!” you whine. 

“Getting impatient already, hm?” Sukuna grabs his cock—you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to how fucking huge it is— and slaps his tip on your clit. You moan at the sensation, pain mixing with pleasure. 

He lines up his leaking dick with your slit, gliding it up and down your puffy folds. He pushes in a little but pulls away, and you whimper. 

He makes up for it by quickly shoving his cock into your pussy. He can only get about an inch in before meeting a tight ring of muscle, and he slowly pushes the rest of his length through. 

Your walls feel like they might break; he’s just so massive. He’s the only one who can fill you this much. Your toys have nothing on Sukuna Ryoumen. 

He juts his hips carefully, thrusting inch by inch into your abused hole. He doesn’t stop fucking into you until he’s balls-deep, and neither of you are quite sure how he fit. Luckily, he gives you a minute to adjust to his size before he pulls back out. 

He leaves only the tip in, and you realize that you’ll never be truly satisfied unless he’s sheathed inside you.

He slowly pushes all the way back in, veins hitting every possible spot in your cunt. He begins a slow pace of thrusting in and out of your sopping pussy. 

Every time he fucks into you, your juices squelch audibly. It sounds just like how it does when you’re fucking yourself, but it feels ten times better. Especially when he tilts his hips ever-so-slightly upwards, so you can feel him bruising that one spot inside you. 

Eventually, Sukuna speeds up his pace, finally fucking you fast, hard, and deep. You’re not sure how you haven’t cum yet, but even when you do, you know you’ll be able to go for longer. His thrusts feel so good that you think you might cry. 

You know it’s over when he brings his calloused thumb back to your clit. At this point, your entire vulva is coated in juices, and your swollen bud is no exception. His finger rubs back and forth, friction a forgotten feeling. You don’t know if it could get any better than this. 

It takes you maybe ten seconds of him rubbing your clit for you to start convulsing around his cock. Your cunt squeezes so hard that he can’t keep thrusting; your lips just suck him back in. His balls tighten and he spills himself inside you, painting your insides with rope after rope of his cum. 

Sukuna, still buried deep inside you, lies down on top of your torso. He places kisses all over your face, licking and sucking your neck and chest in a way you know will leave marks.

“Your pussy feels like it was made for me, doll,” he mumbles in your ear. 

“I think it was.” You’re only half joking—the way your bodies fit so perfectly together is nothing short of divine intervention. And your lips. And hands. And genitals. 

You suspect Sukuna Ryoumen was put on this Earth just to make you feel good… And he’s doing a good job of it so far. 

Right as the thought pops into your head, it appears to pop into Sukuna’s mind as well. He takes a break from leaving hickeys on your chest to cup your chin and capture your lips with his own. 

Your mouths dance together, tongues intertwining. He traces delicate fingers along your stomach, waist, hips, all the way back down to your sex. He hasn’t pulled out of you yet, and you feel his cock harden slowly in your walls. 

“You ready for more?” he asks, pausing his hands before they actually make contact with your cunt. 

“Uh huh. Fill me up with your cum, ‘Kuna.”

Your words are the green light he needed, and his fingers meet your swollen clit. He swipes over your wet nub while you feel his dick swell. Your cunt gushes, clenching around him when his veins press against your g-spot. 

Sukuna pulls almost all the way out of you, leaving just his throbbing tip inside. His cock is coated with a sticky white mixture of your fluids that serves as lube. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you listening to the squelch that rings out every time he pushes into your cunt. Your soft moans and his laboured pants blend in as well, and the room echoes with sex. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he groans in between thrusts. His dick overwhelms your insides as he picks up his pace, every inch of him pressing into every inch of you. He continues to stimulate your clit, rubbing back and forth to match how fast he pounds into you. 

It starts carefully and gently, but he eventually moves his hips with a speed and force that has the bed creaking from underneath you. You let out moans that you never would have expected to leave your lips. 

“Fuck, ‘Kuna, you’re too big!” you whine. 

Sukuna chuckles and you clench around him a bit tighter. He pauses his thrusts, eliciting a disappointed whimper from you, before he flips you over onto all fours. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, running a hand down your back. He cups one of your ass cheeks and squeezes. “Taking my cock so well.” He shoves his dick back inside you. 

“Ah! S-so full!” you cry. “Can’t take it, ‘s too much!”

His hands take a bruising hold on your hips as he starts to pound into you, this time faster and harder than before. His balls slap against your clit, fucking little moans out of you each time. 

“So perfect for me,” he says with a groan. “Milking me with that little cunt.” 

Sukuna pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts, his fat tip meeting the back wall of your pussy. He feels so good you just want to be consumed by him. 

“F-fuck, ‘Kuna, you feel too good! ‘M gonna cum!” 

It takes one deep, hard push for you to meet your climax. You scream as your legs wobble and your pussy squeezes his dick tighter than you thought possible. You squirt all over his balls and thighs—you didn’t even know you could do that! 

He holds onto you tighter, fucking you through your high. When he reaches his climax, he locks your hips together, and you can feel his balls pulse as they empty into you. His hot cum floods your pussy, joining the load he dumped in you earlier. Your arms give in, letting you collapse on the mattress. 

Sukuna lets go of your hips and pries his cock out of your cunt’s death grip. “So good for me.” He rolls you onto your back. He captures your lips in his, nearly devouring you with his kiss. “So fucking good.”

The two of you lay in silence, breaths syncing as you recover from your highs. 

“I think I want you to get me pregnant,” you whisper. 

He laughs. “Let me take you on a date, first, doll.” 

[leriexoxo]

Between The Lines 4 (Chan x Hyunjin)

PART FOUR

This work contains mature themes (boyxboy), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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Chapter four

Chan nodded silently and stepped aside.

Jeongin didn’t sit. He stood in the middle of the room like he was holding a bomb between his hands.

“I’m not mad that you’re… together. Or whatever it is.”

Chan’s stomach twisted.

“But I am mad that no one thought to say anything.”

“We weren’t—” Chan stopped. Licked his lips. “We didn’t plan it.”

“I figured,” Jeongin said dryly. “It looked pretty… unplanned when I walked in on you.”

Chan winced.

Jeongin’s voice softened—barely.

“Hyung. I idolized you.”

Chan’s breath hitched.

“I’ve followed you around like a shadow since I was a trainee. I’ve seen you fall apart and hold it together for all of us. And now…” He let out a humorless laugh. “Now I’m the one holding your secret.”

Chan looked down at the floor. “I didn’t ask you to.”

“I know,” Jeongin snapped. “But I can’t unsee it. I can’t pretend I didn’t walk in on something that looked way more than physical.”

Chan’s fists clenched at his sides.

“It’s not just sex, is it?”

That was the real question. The one Chan had been avoiding like a live wire.

“No,” he said, voice cracking. “It’s not.”

Jeongin blew out a shaky breath. “So what now? You keep sneaking around? Risk everything we’ve built? Have you thought about what happens if someone else finds out?”

Chan’s silence was answer enough.

“You’re the leader, hyung.” Jeongin’s voice cracked. “You don’t get to make selfish decisions.”

That cut. Deeper than Chan thought it would.

He looked up, eyes glassy.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I know,” Jeongin whispered. “But it did.”

They stood in silence again—years of trust hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

Finally, Jeongin turned to the door.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said. “But if this blows up, it’s not just on you. It’s on all of us.”

And then he left.

The door clicked shut.

Chan sank onto his bed and buried his face in his hands.

Because Jeongin was right.

And he didn’t know how to protect Hyunjin from what came next.

—-

Hyunjins pov

It started with the smallest thing.

A bowl of cereal.

Hyunjin reached for the milk in the fridge, and Jeongin—standing beside him—flinched like he’d been electrocuted. Mumbled something about forgetting his phone and practically ran out of the kitchen.

Hyunjin stood there, hand still on the milk carton, heart sinking into his stomach.

He knows.

Of course he does. It wasn’t just a look. It was avoidance. And it had been going on for days.

Later that night, Hyunjin waited in the living room, pretending to scroll on his phone until Jeongin came back from brushing his teeth.

“Innie,” he said, voice too calm. “Sit.”

Jeongin stopped in his tracks like a deer caught in headlights. “I was just—”

“Sit.”

He did.

Hyunjin folded his arms. “You’ve been acting weird.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Jeongin looked everywhere but at him. “I’m not.”

Hyunjin leaned in, voice dropping. “You walked in on us, didn’t you?”

Jeongin froze.

Hyunjin’s throat went dry. “You saw.”

Silence.

Then finally—“Yeah. I did.”

Hyunjin looked down at his lap, a hundred emotions slamming through him all at once.

“I’m not mad,” Jeongin added quickly. “Not at you. Not at either of you. I’m just…” He shook his head, expression pained. “I didn’t know what to do.”

Hyunjin swallowed. “You could’ve talked to me.”

Jeongin’s gaze flicked up. “Could you have talked to me? When it happened?”

“I didn’t even know what was happening,” Hyunjin whispered.

That shut them both up.

Because that was the truth. It still felt like a dream—fevered, fragile, and laced with guilt.

“I didn’t mean for it to be a secret,” Hyunjin added. “I just… I didn’t want to lose what I had with him.”

Jeongin sighed. “Then you should’ve figured out what you do have. Because right now? It’s turning both of you into ghosts.”

Hyunjin blinked.

“I love you both,” Jeongin said, softer now. “You’re my hyungs. But watching you walk around like the world’s ending while pretending nothing happened? It’s exhausting.”

Hyunjin bit his lip. “So what do I do?”

Jeongin stood.

“Figure out what you are to each other. Before someone else figures it out first.”

Then he walked away, leaving Hyunjin in the quiet, shaking with everything he hadn’t dared say aloud.

—-

The studio was dim—just the soft glow of the monitors and the warm hum of the soundboard. Chan was hunched over the keyboard, fingers still, headphones around his neck but no track playing.

He hadn’t touched the music in over an hour.

He didn’t even hear the door open.

“Hyung?”

Chan flinched.

Felix stood in the doorway, hoodie swallowed around his frame, eyes too gentle for how hard they hit.

“You okay?”

Chan forced a smile, and it cracked instantly. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Felix nodded, stepped in, and closed the door.

“You’ve been tired a lot lately.”

Chan looked away.

Felix moved closer, pulling a spare chair beside him. He didn’t say anything for a while. Just sat there in the quiet. Let the silence press against Chan’s skin until he couldn’t breathe under it.

“Did something happen between you and Hyunjin?”

Chan’s heart stopped.

He stayed still. Rigid.

Felix’s voice was softer now. “You don’t have to tell me. I just… I’ve noticed.”

Chan exhaled slowly, mouth dry. “What gave it away?”

Felix gave a tiny, sad smile. “You used to look at him like you were proud. Now you look at him like it hurts.”

That hit so hard it made Chan wince.

“Did you two fight?” Felix asked.

Chan shook his head. “No. Worse.”

Felix tilted his head.

“We crossed a line,” Chan whispered.

Felix’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t ask for more.

“Are you okay?” he asked instead.

Chan hesitated.

And for once… he didn’t lie.

“No,” he said, voice raw. “I’m not.”

Felix reached out and rested a hand on his arm. “I don’t know what’s going on, hyung. But I know you. And I know you don’t fall unless it’s already too late.”

Chan’s throat burned.

“I’m scared,” he admitted.

Felix nodded. “Of being found out?”

“Of losing him.”

There it was.

Finally said out loud.

Felix gripped his arm tighter. “Then don’t waste the time you have by pretending it didn’t happen.”

Chan met his eyes.

And something broke in his chest.

That night, Chan couldn’t sleep

Chan couldn’t sleep. His room felt wrong—like he didn’t belong in it anymore. Like his bed had become a grave for everything he was trying to bury.

So when the hallway light flickered on, and soft footsteps padded past his door, he knew.

Hyunjin.

He opened the door without thinking.

They locked eyes in the dim hallway light—Hyunjin in a too-large tee, hair a messy halo, bare legs tense like he was ready to bolt.

“Were you coming to me?” Chan asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin blinked. Nodded once.

Chan stepped back.

Hyunjin entered.

The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence pulsed like a heartbeat.

For a long second, neither of them said a word. Just stared.

And then—

“I can’t do this anymore,” Hyunjin said, voice cracking. “The pretending. The avoiding. It’s killing me.”

Chan looked like he might shatter. “I know.”

“I don’t want to be something you regret.”

“You’re not.”

“You act like you are.”

Chan swallowed, chest rising and falling too fast.

“I’m scared,” he admitted. “Not of you. Of what happens if we let this keep going.”

“But it already is,” Hyunjin said. “Every time we look at each other. Every time we almost touch. Every time I close my eyes and remember how you felt inside me.”

Chan whimpered.

Hyunjin stepped closer. “So if this ends tomorrow—if it all crashes down—can I just have tonight?”

Chan didn’t answer.

He just pulled Hyunjin in by the hips and kissed him like salvation.

⸻

They fell into bed like gravity had waited for this.

Chan moved slow—tender, focused, like he was memorizing every inch of skin he hadn’t had time to worship the first time.

He kissed down Hyunjin’s neck, over his collarbone, lower. Bit his hipbone just enough to make him gasp.

Hyunjin arched, legs parting as Chan sank between them, mouthing over his thighs, dragging his tongue through the ache until Hyunjin was breathless and begging.

“Chan,” he moaned, fingers clutching his hair, “please—need you—”

Chan slid up, kissed him slow, deep, filthy. Pressed in with a groan that sounded like it came from the center of his soul.

They moved together like instinct. Rocking. Writhing. Whispers turning into moans.

“You feel so good,” Chan murmured against his ear. “I can’t—fuck—I can’t stay away from you.”

Hyunjin clung to him, legs wrapped tight, gasping his name over and over like a prayer.

When they finally came—Hyunjin first, eyes wide and wrecked beneath him, then Chan with a strangled groan buried in Hyunjin’s neck—it was quiet.

Just soft panting. Sweat-slicked skin. The kind of afterglow that lingered.

They didn’t let go.

Not even when their breaths evened out. Not even when the room cooled.

Hyunjin buried his face in Chan’s chest. “We can’t go back now.”

Chan nodded, fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. “I don’t want to.”

And for once—

That didn’t feel like a mistake.

———————-

The next day…

It was Hyunjin’s idea.

After all the tension, the fear, the shame, the weight of being someone’s secret—it finally felt like too much to carry alone. And after waking up tangled in Chan’s arms, warm and safe and no longer pretending, he’d whispered:

“Let’s tell them.”

Chan had hesitated. Bit his lip like it physically hurt to even think about it. But then Hyunjin had looked at him with those eyes—open, scared, but brave anyway—and Chan had just nodded.

So they waited.

Until everyone was gathered.

The living room was full of sleepy limbs and the static hum of background chatter—Jisung on the floor with a controller in hand, Seungmin flipping through the TV menu, Jeongin scrolling, Minho and Felix snuggled into either end of the couch like cats staking territory.

Hyunjin cleared his throat.

“Can we… talk to you guys for a second?”

That tone—serious Hyunjin voice—immediately got their attention.

Chan stood beside him, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pockets. He looked like he might bolt.

The others stared.

“You okay?” Jisung asked, half-joking, but there was concern behind it.

Chan sucked in a breath.

“We just wanted to say something. About me and… Hyunjin.”

The silence was immediate.

Felix sat up.

Jeongin locked eyes with Hyunjin, giving the smallest, encouraging nod. I’ve got you.

Hyunjin pressed on. “We’re… more than just friends now.”

Minho blinked. “You’re just now telling us?”

Chan’s eyes went wide. “Wait—you knew?!”

Jisung snorted. “Bro, you guys eye-fuck in every room. We were waiting on you to catch up.”

Felix broke into the softest smile. “I kinda guessed back in Japan. That post-shoot silence between you two was not platonic.”

“Hyunjin doesn’t even let me touch his hair,” Seungmin muttered. “And you’ve been doing it for years.”

Chan blinked between them. “So… you’re not weird about it?”

Minho raised a brow. “Are you?”

Chan opened his mouth. Closed it.

“No,” he said finally. “I’m not.”

Jeongin leaned over the back of the couch. “Look. It’s obvious you two care about each other. Maybe we didn’t know exactly what was happening, but it was always real. That’s what matters.”

Felix nodded, reaching out to squeeze Hyunjin’s hand. “We’re proud of you. Both of you.”

Jisung grinned. “Also, if we’re being honest? You guys are hot together. It’s kind of unfair.”

Minho gagged. “Okay let’s not turn this into a fanfic.”

Hyunjin burst out laughing, eyes glossy, and Chan… Chan looked like he was going to cry.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t holding his breath.

He wasn’t waiting for rejection.

He was just… loved.

Exactly as he was.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi there!

Just saw one of your reblogs for lestats role in the trial and it reminded me of something I was thinking the other day that has actually more to do with louis.

Louis chose to stay with armand, is shown to forgive armand and even present him as his current love of his life despite armand fully knowing about the premeditated public executions of himself and his daughter.

From louis pov armand knew for months, could have prevented it for months and only at the last minute "changed his mind" (we know the reveal showed that was not the case but louis didn't know that). And he STILL chose to stay with him. For all his talk about avenging claudia he let armand go unpunished.

Why? Because he thought armand saved him.

That is shown to be louis' choise way before any mental influence from armand started taking place.

When the reveal about lestat happened the same parameters were shown but reversed to lestat instead of armand.

He is shown to rehearse, know about the trial and choose to save louis in the end. We don't know his actual state during that (and rolin loves to make all lestat injuries imaginary 🫠)

Book readers know what happened and what might get picked up in season 3... but then again they have changed a lot of aspects from the books especially where lestat is concerned. Changing this too would not be a stretch given their choices so far.

Also a lot of show watchers know nothing about the books and if you only watch the show coming to this type of conclusions is understandable imo.

I hope and pray rolin will choose to actually follow the books for this one but I can't know that he will and unless proven otherwise we kinda have to live with these takes for now 😅

Hey nonny,

ermmm.... I - forgive me - but no. We do not have to live with these takes, because actually the show gives us everything we need - you just have to pay attention.

This is what I meant in another post about what I would change on the show with the show being too subtle.

Because you obviously missed a few rather important clues.

Louis didn't choose to stay with Armand.

(Outside the initial spiteful decision, maybe. And even that I doubt, because the tower scene... is damned weird, and I doubt it happened as told.) Armand manipulated, lied, edited Louis' mind, and kept him in a literal golden cage. THIS is Louis' face when Armand chose to reveal himself at the end of 1x07:

That's trepidation.

You might want to read this post, as to "The Graduate", which Rolin Jones named for that scene, it is a direct reference, and has not much to do with why you take it for. Keep in mind that this analysis was written way before s2 though and does not contain its reveals.

In s2 it becomes clear over the episodes that Armand keeps Louis as the proverbial "Stepford Wife" in Dubai - edits his mind when he acts out, edits it when Louis asks questions, the diary request is not followed up on, Louis' mood changes are blatant.

He literally puts words into Louis' mind to say. 2x05. Daniel Hart accentuated it all beautifully with that single note.

Louis does not forgive Armand.

Louis literally does not forgive Armand, because IN THE VERY MOMENT when he gets the truth, in 2x08, he throws Armand into the wall for it and leaves him.

Like, these are Armand's words there, when he runs after Louis:

One night, 70 years ago. You are over this, Louis! The pain of it has left you. Don't let an insignificant detail, delivered from am insignificant mortal... You have forgiven me for what part I played in her death! And time has opened back up to us and we are once again teachers of one another.

And who knows, maybe Armand even believes it. (Though I doubt it because Assad says Armand sees Louis as a vessel for himself.)

But Louis throws Armand into the wall after this, and Jacob said it was to "make him stop lying".

That's not forgiving.

Louis thought Armand had been roped into the trial, had been made to think Armand was only a victim in it, like he was.

But Armand was the director, as is very much evident in the trial script. And when that becomes clear, his rage is quite clear as well. And he goes to Lestat immediately.

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A lot of show watchers (only) seem to not pick up on a lot of clues, and I don't mean this in any ill will.

But this show needs you to think when you watch it, at least if you want to analyze it. It's okay if you don't - but if you want to understand it, or follow the twists, then you need to pick up the clues.

And pay a LOT of attention to the details.

Because the details are there. Hints to the truth are there.

For example Murder Night - that cannot have happened as shown either. The writers said they would revisit still, and Claudia's little diary with Lestat' blood does not match what Louis told. Or the train scene - neither the time tables nor the cities match, Lestat cannot have brought back Claudia as told. Or the twice given speech on the radio on different evenings that was actually only given once. The wound of Antoinette's taken off finger, which doesn't match. Louis and Claudia being not as afraid of Lestat as they claimed. Lestat's outburst at the chess game being about more than just a temper tantrum.

And so on.

You think these are coincidences?

On this show?

No.

But they are subtle.

Very subtle.

And I have a feeling they are too subtle for some.

Because people are used to be fed a story that they can believe, for a show to have an objective truth.

And that is very much not the case here.

And it doesn’t have anything to do with book reader‘s knowledge and all to do with attention to details. And the willingness to doubt what you’re told.

Because we were fed a tale - not the (whole) truth.

[jesterscourt-e]

Do you have to let it linger? Pt. 1

A/N: hey yall! First fic! This is part one to kind of get a feel for if people like this and want more. Let me know.

Third person POV

You're a streamer/singer/dancer who is asked to sing at the wedding of a fellow streamer. Schlatt is invited too, which means more fake flirting and bullying. Unless the flirting isn’t fake after all.

Y/N- She/her (may write more gn in future)

Slow burn, yearning, fluff

No warnings (for now..)

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Being friends with Jschlatt is weird. It’s actually like you’re friends with two people at the same time. In front of a camera he’s a boisterous, loud, obnoxious character, but behind it he’s pretty quiet and closed off even. He doesn’t do the cons or public appearances. He’s actually pretty introverted.

When you met schlatt on “love or host” in 2020 you didn’t love the energy, but did think he was funny. You made him laugh, you related to each other both being from the east coast, and you did find him wildly attractive. You choose host that game which led to an awkward conversation when you won. You invited him to your stream anyway though since you ended up regretting your decision. You playfully bullied and flirted with each other for a couple hours. Afterwards schlatt reached out and was friendly and chill behind the scenes. Even though he does still hold a grudge about you choosing host. This started an amusing partnership spanning the past couple years that was mostly him interrupting your streams to bully and flirt with you and you being “annoyed”. In reality you guys spend a lot of time on the phone after streams talking or just working on your own shit while in each other’s company. You’d fall asleep to his streams on nights he would stream. And he’d call you during them sometimes.

“When are you moving to Austin?” He’d tease

“When you fund my move,” You shoot back.

“Fucking gold digger,” he’d respond, sipping on his drink.

After many months of this and many appearances on each other’s channels and fancams you guys got used to this routine. Constantly getting asked about each other on each other’s streams. You had met only twice in person. Once a couple months after love or host, at the height of the “shipping”.

A week before you met in person for the first time, schlatt called during a stream of yours, “when I get out to LA I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you. And that’s no j-“

you hung up before he could finish the sentence and slammed your phone on the table laughing with fake frustration and put your head in your hands to hide your burning cheeks. You pretended to be annoyed and disgusted even, but in reality, that made for great content. You don’t even have to look at chat to know it’s going a million miles an hour. “Chat, can we ban that guy?”

You guys just knew how to boost each other’s numbers. Sometimes you didn’t even realize he was in the chat until people started freaking out.

You got into streaming because of Ted. You met Ted in college through mutual friends who you don’t even talk to anymore, and he convinced you to get on twitch to boost your numbers on your videos. You normally post your music or dancing, but Ted got you into streaming games and it helped get people into your other content. He’s the one who got you on love or host too. So really he’s to blame for all of this.

The first time you met, Schlatt was coming out to LA for chuckle week, a week of podcasting with Ted and Charlie, which you had been invited to be on. The meeting was highly anticipated and now thanks to schlatt, public knowledge, so your socials were very busy leading up to it.

The day everyone arrived you drove over to Ted’s place where everyone was hanging out. You couldn’t help but feel nervous. It’s weird, you felt so comfortable around Schlatt online, but in person? What if it just wasn’t the same?

When you arrived you went up to Ted’s apartment door and let yourself in with a deep breath and shaking hands. Faking confidence you yell as you burst in, “WHATS UP CHUCKLE FUCKS??”

A chorus of excitement from the group as you entered with schlatt nowhere in sight. You got in and said hi to everyone. Connor came out to say hey, “schlatt’s upstairs,” he said after giving you a hug.

You nodded and went back to mingling, Ted got you a drink and you were all catching up when I heard from upstairs, “where is she? WHERE’S THE BROAD?!”

You looked towards the stairs where you see Schlatt hurdling down them. You move to meet him in the middle of the room and as you do he grabs your waist and hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and laughs maniacally. You immediately started laughing and pretend to struggle and yell.

“HELP HELPPPP ME!” You scream between laughter as he walks out the front door and shuts it, but as soon as you get outside he sets you down laughing. You both laugh hysterically and he gives you a big bear hug.

“Holy shit you’re real!” He finally says holding your arms, looking at you in full now still grinning ear to ear. You can tell he’s a little nervous about being in each other’s presence too.

“Jesus, dude,” You laugh still composing yourself after being manhandled. “Of course I’m real,” you laugh. The nerves melted away pretty quickly as you playfully smacked him.

He giggled mischievously and opened the front door to go back in where everyone was also still laughing. You could see Connor had his phone out recording the interaction. That’ll surely make the rounds on twitter later, you thought to yourself. The evening proceeded and it got sloppy relatively quickly thanks to the excitement of being together.

The week was mostly work for the boys and you only saw them again when you filmed your episode with them, but schlatt did make sure you guys all went out together one more time before he left.

When you did check twitter, the video of Schlatt throwing you over his shoulder and running out the door was blowing up. People in the comments losing it over how cute you two were.

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The second time you saw Schlatt in person was just as busy and chaotic. You went to Austin to visit him and other fellow streamers for a big streaming event. You didn’t get to see Schlatt too much but one of the last nights you guys hung out and stayed up all night as his house hanging out and talking. You guys played Mario kart and watched YouTube, but by the end of the night you guys put on Radio Head and discussed their discography and your mutual love for them.

“You know it’s funny though, one of their songs is my least favorite song of all time,” you say.

“Which one?” He responds.

“Creep. I fucking hate that song,” you fume.

“What? Why?” He asks.

“I hate that it’s their most popular song and it’s so shallow. It’s like what guys put on before they tell me I’m “not like the other girls” you know?” You finish.

“Honestly bad take dude,” he responds.

You guys keep arguing back and forth about Radiohead for a while until the conversation dies off.

“I’m moving back to New York,” schlatt finally says.

“Really why?”

“I fucking hate Austin.”

“Wow big surprise there.”

“Seriously dude it sucks. I wasn’t built for this heat, and everything is just fucking insufferable,” he rants.

“Well now I have more of an excuse to go back out to the East coast,” you respond. “When do you move?”

“When you leave I’m gonna start packing.”

You nod and pet Jambo who has found his way over to the couch and onto your lap. Schlatt scoops up the other one and starts terrorizing him. you giggle at them.

“Is it weird that I’m gonna miss you?” He asked. It’s late in the night, the drinks and tiredness influencing his mind.

“Yeah a little. You’re like obsessed with me or something though so it makes sense,” you say shrugging.

“We’re barely business associates,” he said back, Slipping into character, “fucking bitch.”

“Shut up, baby. You know you want me,” You said in a sultry tone. You look at his cheeky smirk. He tried to avoid your gaze and chuckled as he finished his drink. “I’m going to miss you too,” you finally said.

It hadn’t meant to be serious, but you could feel the tension shift after you spoke. All the jokes in person and online, sometimes you wondered where the line was. It was blurry and getting blurrier by the day. When the cameras were off he didn’t flirt with you as much if at all. But there was a genuine side to the playful flirting that seemed too real sometimes. When he’d speak he’d sound so serious even if it was an obvious joke. It made you a little excited and flustered sometimes when he said stuff on camera.

Sitting so close to him, he smelled so good, musky, and like clean shampoo, but also laundry soap. It was distracting. Man you were tired. And delusional. But the way he smiled at you, his eyes were dark and his freckles so perfect on his face. You shook your head and shook the thoughts away.

Fuck I need to go to bed.

———

The last time you saw Schlatt was over 3 months ago, and you did miss Schlatt like you said you would. Working on music and being in the studio dancing kept you busy, not to mention streaming. But late at night he would call you and you would chat until the early hours.

A fellow streamer contacted you out of nowhere several months ago about performing at his wedding you immediately said yes. He wanted you to sing a duet for the first dance and for the mother son and father daughter dances. It was such an honor to be part of someone’s special day like that, of course you said yes. So for the past months you’ve been rehearsing with a fellow singer/creator, Max, and now the wedding week was here.

Hotel arrangements were made in the place the same hotel the wedding will be held so you can get ready there. You showed up a day ahead of everything so you can see the space and practice. you have to do it in secret because the bride didn’t know you would be performing. The groom wanted it to be a surprise so you’ve kept most of it down low.

You did tell schlatt and Ted you’d be there a day early since they were both invited as well. You told them you’d be performing and to keep it a secret. You didn’t tell them much else about it though to keep it confidential. while driving to the hotel you get a call from Ted.

you answer, “Hey what’s happenin’ captain?”

“Heeyyyyy, Y/N!” He responds. He sounds immediately suspicious.

“What did you do?” You crack back.

“W-what do you mean?” You hear someone in the background.

“Who’s with you???”

“No one.”

“Theodore.”

“….Tucker… And schlatt.”

“Heyyyy Y/N,” you hear Schlatt say over exaggerated.

“Heyyy” you hear Tucker.

“Wtf I thought you guys weren’t going to be here until tomorrow morning?”

“They weren’t but then they decided to come a night early so we can hang out.”

“You guys know I have to practice right now right?” You say feeling stressed.

“Yeah but after we thought we’d hang out at the hotel or go out!” Ted responds hopefully.

You sigh trying not to expose how truly excited you are that your friends are here, throwing up a shield of annoyance. “Ok alright, come by at 7 I should be done then.” They agree and hang up.

Getting to the hotel all went smoothly, you met with the wedding planner and their team to be shown where you would be performing and met up with Max. You got to practice a couple times and do a sound check before the rehearsal dinner started. The whole time you felt like your heart was pounding in your chest. You felt distracted at the thought of seeing your friends who you haven’t seen in a while.

Your heart kept skipping thinking about schlatt being here. You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach when you thought about schlatt lately. You missed him so much, more than you expected and all you want to do is hug him and be near him again. You push those thoughts out of your head as you went back to your hotel room.

You get freshened up and text Ted to tell him you were done earlier than expected. Ted responded almost immediately

We’re in my hotel room

345

Your heart skipped, you didn’t realize they were here already. You grab your purse and flannel and practically run to the elevator. Pressing 3 and waiting trying not to jump up and down. As you got out of the elevator you looked down the hall to see Schlatt swearing at himself in front of a door.

“Hey!” You yelled down to him, making him jump.

“Holy shit. you scared the dick out of me.” He starts walking down to you.

“I missed you too pookie bear!” You say reaching to hug him. He grabs you hard and lifts you up just enough to pick your feet off the ground.

“Ah! Jesus dude.” You say acting mad.

“Sorry toots.” He says and quickly puts you down and releases you gently. He looks down at you inspecting your face.

His gaze felt heavy and intimidating. He seemed more confident this time, less nervous. He was smiling so wide his eyes disappeared behind his lashes. Still standing so close that you could smell his cologne again and it made you shiver. His hair was ruffled and messy under his hat from travel. He looks so kissable. You pushed these feelings down, and out. You felt silly for even feeling this way about schlatt, it was supposed to be for show.

“What were you doing?” You say trying to distract him from your blushing under his gaze.

He looks back at the door sighing his smile harshly falling, “fucking- I fucking locked myself out of my room.”

“How did you do that?” You burst out laughing.

“Fuck off, ok? I was trying to get my bags moved in here and Ted’s room is down the other end of the hall and I just-“ he sighs and puts his head in his hand.

“Come on I’ll go with you to the lobby, Big Guy,” you chuckle and hold out your hand playfully.

He grabs it reluctantly and follows you to the elevator. His hand is so much bigger than yours. It’s warm and soft where yours is cold. He swings his arm with yours as you walk down the hall playfully. He drops it as you approach the elevator making your heart sink a little. Pressing the button and getting in with you. He stands next to you, looking down at you as his frame towers yours. You guys catch up and he tells you about how awful his flight was and how much he hates LA making you laugh.

You’re able to get him a new card from the front desk no problem, and head back up. He heads towards his room and you tell him you’re going to say hi to Ted. He nods and watches you walk down the other end of the hall towards his room. You can feel his eyes staring into you as you walk. Finding Ted’s room you knock super hard and keep knocking until Tucker opens the door.

“Hey! Y/N!!!” Tucker exclaims and hugs you.

“Holy shit, Tucker I haven’t seen you in a minute man how are you!!” You genuinely can’t hold how excited you are to see Tucker. He’s been busy with school and having a wife that you haven’t seen him much. Now that he’s doing streaming and content creation too you hope that will change.

“So you were a victim of Theodore’s pyramid scheme too huh?” I say.

“He makes compelling points!” Tucker says laughing.

“It’s not a scheme! Look how well it’s working for you, missy.” Ted says coming out of the bathroom.

You roll your eyes at him and hug him anyway. He gives you a bear hug that could crack your ribs. You just saw Ted at a creator event last week but he’s happy his friends are all together. It’s truly one of Ted’s favorite things when he can have all his buddies together at once.

“Schlatt’s down in his room,” Tucker says.

“Yeah I caught him already.”

“Oh?” Ted inquires

“Yeah he locked himself out,” you smirk. You explain the situation and series of events minus how soft his hands are and how his cologne makes you want to bury your face in his chest.

They laugh at the story and get to catching up but you can’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you. As you listen to Ted and Tucker bicker about some small detail of a story, there’s a knock.

“Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!” You hear Schlatt say with a deep gravelly voice.

“Not by the hair on my ass!” Ted says back.

“That’s not how it goes,” says tucker chiding Ted.

You just laugh as Tucker lets Schlatt in. The shenanigans ensue and soon you’re all making plans to go to this steak place Schlatt never shuts up about when he’s in LA.

At the restaurant Schlatt complains more about mundane shit and argues with Ted. You guys order food and while you’re sipping a rum and Coke you tune out of the conversation. You sudden realize how hungry you are, smelling the food waft through the room. You tap your foot and look around the restaurant until you glance at Schlatt who has stopped fighting and is looking at you. His gaze is soft as he looks at you. Ted and Tucker are arguing now about something as Schlatt stares at you.

“What?” You say combatively, putting up a fist and pretending to go to hit him.

He pretends to flinch and cower making you laugh. He drops that act fast and smiles going back to his drink. You can’t help but hang on to his every move, suave and smooth, unless he was trying to be goofy. Even then, it was like he had to try to be awkward. You tried to make sure your gaze didn’t linger too long on him. Distracting yourself with everything, anything.

God I’m hungry.

Schlatt insists on paying your bill when you nearly have a heart attack looking at the menu. You tell him it’s fine, but he insists because it was his idea to choose a place this fancy. you had to give schlatt credit though this place was amazing. The food was to die for. You thought you were gonna cum from the first bite. Maybe he wasn’t being over dramatic in his love for this place.

Ted suggests going out to a karaoke bar when dinner wraps up. Tucker and Schlatt protest because neither wants to sing. You love karaoke though so you side with Ted. You decide to make a conscious effort not to take it too seriously or go too hard since you have to sing tomorrow. You didn’t take karaoke very seriously anyway because it was supposed to be fun and you always used it to try to make your friends laugh. You guys pay the bills and head out.

Walking down the block the guys all goof around as you follow. You’re glad you didn’t wear heels, because keeping up with these guys was a challenge. Their strides are much longer and faster than yours while you lag behind. You’d all had a couple drinks already and the jokes were flowing. The night air was warm and the cars were rushing by, you tuned out the boys and pulled out your phone to see Max had texted you about tomorrow. Suddenly Schlatt stops and waits for you to catch up, standing right in front of you, “Trust fall!” He shouts and then starts to fall into your arms. You instinctively grab him, but he stops himself, laughing.

“Nuh uh, do it again motherfucker you didn’t even fall!” You yell.

He looks at you seriously, “Y/n, I’m 250 pounds and 6’5”. You can’t catch me,” he scoffs scowling at you.

“Try me bitch!” You put your arms out this time. He looks at you.

“Ok but if you don’t catch me we’re not friends anymore. it’s not my fault when I bludgeon you to death with my body,” then he turns around and crosses his arms over his chest. Now Ted and Tucker are stopped and watching.

“Do it pussy,” you spat, then he does and as he does he yelps with a girly scream, but you catch him and prop him back up. Ted and Tucker golf clap. Schlatt turns around and looks at you.

“Jesus what steroids are you on?” He laughs now uncontrollably, “you have fucking man strength.”

“Bruh, I’m a dancer? I lift weights?” You roll up your sleeve and flex. Schlatt genuinely looks impressed as he laughs.

“Yeah dude, Y/N’s a sleeper build!” Tucker shouts.

Schlatt grabs your arm and squeals like a girl again “my HERO!” You smack him away and he pretends to be hurt still using his high pitch voice. You can’t help but laugh at him as you continue walking.

——

When you get to the karaoke bar you guys get more drinks and get a room. Ted starts cueing up songs telling you that he wants to do a duet with you but half a dozen duets with Ted later ranging from Barbie girl (he was Barbie obviously) to shallow from “a star is born” you feel yourself getting too drunk too fast. So you take a break and give the microphone to schlatt.

“I’m not singing,” he says indignantly.

Ted whips around to him, “schlatt come on.” Schlatt shakes his head and they start arguing back and forth.

“I can sing My Way better anyway,” Ted says finally.

“Oh ho no you can’t,” Schlatt says dismissively. This leads to ted singing My Way and Schlatt yelling and booing the whole time as you laugh your ass off with Tucker.

“Fine give me that shit,” Schlatt starts going through the menu looking for a song. You can’t see what he’s looking for then suddenly “Creep” starts playing and you groan loudly.

“FUCK OFF DUDE.” You Yell at schlatt over the music. He starts singing it all dramatically. You plug your ears and ignore him but he sits in your lap and continues to sing until you have to join in to get him off of you.

Ted makes Tucker sing with him a couple times and does a couple solos while you cheer and add ad libs. you’re all so drunk and laughing your asses off.

——

After you almost get kicked out of the karaoke bar, you all go back to Ted and Tucker’s hotel room and watch videos on the TV, many a wrestling match between Ted and Tucker later, around 2 am when you decide to call it quits. “Alright I have to go to bed, it's a long day tomorrow,” you say, standing and grabbing your purse.

“Booo party pooper,” says a very inebriated Tucker.

“You want me to walk you to your room?” Ted says.

“I’m a big kid Theodore, I can walk-“ you say stumbling to your feet. Ted rolls his eyes and follows you to the door. You honestly wouldn’t mind having a second alone with Ted.

As you walk toward the door schlatt calls after you, “Good night ookie wookie pookie bear!”

You flip him off without looking and walk out. As soon as the door closes Ted makes a look towards you, lifting his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with your face?” You ask.

“Oh nothing, you guys are just cute.” He says cheekily.

“God you're worse than the stans,” You whine.

He laughs in response “yeah except there’s no cameras here that was just pure flirting.”

“That was very clearly a joke, Ted.”

“Dude come on you two were staring at each other all night.”

“Look, I don’t want to ruin this friendship with Schlatt so drop it. It’s a joke, you know? He’s joking around and so am I! It’s a bit..” you say not very convincingly.

“Alright… but it would be cool you know! Two of my best friends-“

“Fuck off.”

“Ok.”

It’s true, you don’t want to lose what you already have, especially not for a foolish crush. Plus it’s terrifying being that open to someone. There’s something about what you and schlatt have now that is like dating someone without the vulnerability and just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for them to decide you’re not the love of their life and leave taking a piece of you with them… or something like that.

———

The next morning your head is already spinning. You run down and grab some breakfast and coffee since you know you won’t be eating until much later, you avoid taking anything because you know you’ll be drinking later anyway so you just pray the caffeine and water will do its job. As you get ready in your room you begin your ritual to prepare your voice and get the shower ready. You take a shower, do your makeup and slowly warm up your voice. You make your tea for your throat and do some stretching too to calm the nerves. You’ve given yourself enough time until the ceremony to take your time finishing your hair and getting dressed. For the ceremony you have a pretty boring dark blue long sleeve dress knee length dress. For the the reception however, you have a burgundy red mermaid spaghetti strap dress to put on to perform in. It’s shiny with a deep V neckline and an open back. It’s fancy. And you have to admit it makes you feel sexy. You wear the same black heels with both. For the ceremony an updo then you’ll take your hair down when you perform.

As the ceremony approaches you double check that you have things ready for the reception and make your way down to the lobby. As you ride the elevator you text Schlatt.

I’m heading down, you guys ready?

He responds immediately

Yeah we’re headed down too.

You’re only in the lobby for a minute or two before the elevator dings and the guys arrive including Charlie and Connor, all dressed to the nines.

Schlatt in a suit. I mean come on. you can’t say you haven’t thought about it since you found out he was coming to the wedding. He cleans up really well. He looks so proper. He’s chatting with Connor when he sees you and you have to hide the breath hitching in your throat.

You can feel your cheeks glowing already.

“Nice monkey suit. You clean up alright,” You joke. “Who knew there was a handsome man under there?” You say adjusting his tie when he approaches.

He swats your hand away then suddenly grabs it and kisses it, “you don’t look so bad yourself, toots.” He winks at you.

Holy fuck. My knees are fucking jelly.

He immediately chuckles at your reaction. Cheeks burning up you roll your eyes and turn away.

On the grounds of the hotel, there’s a beautiful garden with a pavilion setup with chairs. You mingle and find other streamer friends you haven’t seen in a while or haven’t met yet. You recognize quite a few faces. You see Tyler (handsumfella) who you have had playful banter with on the SDMP and have streamed with occasionally. You haven’t met him in person yet however. You break off the little group forming to go say hey.

“Tyler, hey!” You say.

“Holy shit, Y/N! You look incredible. God damn, girl!” He says gassing you up, as you hug him. You blush and wave your hand to shoo his compliments.

“Says you! Look at you! now I see where you get your username.” you weren’t lying. Tyler was wearing a gorgeous suit and god damn was he even sexier IRL. Now here’s a guy you could really crush on. You guys flirt back and forth when Schlatt walks up.

“Hey! Tyler! What's good man?” He shakes his hand and Tyler pulls him in for a hug.

“Schlatt! Holy shit dude!” He grabs schlatt’s shoulder, “man everyone looks so good! I was just telling Y/N how sexy she looks.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take her back to my room tonight,” Schlatt interrupts Tyler. He grabs your waist to pull you close to him, catching you off guard.

Tyler laughs at schlatts words and your shocked reaction and you join. Schlatt has a serious, borderline scary, expression, not moving his hand from your hip. You put your hand on schlatt’s chest to motion that the bit is over now, and he lets you go. Tyler goes on to chat with you and joins the little group forming on the lawn.

The ceremony goes swiftly, smoothly, and rather quickly. You sit with Schlatt, Ted, Tucker, Connor, Charlie, and your duet partner, Max. You’re not huge on the whole lovey dovey stuff so you’re glad this is a short ceremony. As soon as the ceremony ends you grab max and make a game plan to get ready and meet up to set up for the first dance.

As You break off from the group you tell Schlatt you’re going to get ready. You become focused on the task at hand. You slip into the silky red dress, and take down your hair, which you style and spray. You freshen up your makeup adding a red lip. As you inspect in the mirror you feel confidence rising in you. It’s rather revealing and you’re not really used to it, but dammit you look hot. Then you text Max and run down to meet the wedding planner. You check the instruments and microphones quickly before the guests come in. As guests arrive for cocktail hour you grab a glass of wine and stand by the bar.

Schlatt comes in and this time he’s the one blushing as he sees what you’ve changed into. He makes a beeline for you and you try not to watch him stalk over. He comes up next to you.

“Wow,” he says plainly. As introverted as Schlatt was, it was rare for him to be lost for words.

“Yeah yeah get it over with,” you say.

“Get what over with?”

“Your snarky comment about how I look like man in dress or whatever,” you say rolling your eyes and drinking your wine.

He looks genuinely confused, “Y/N. You look stunning.” He says seriously.

His reaction catches you completely off guard, no jokingly flirty remark or snide comment. It was just a genuine compliment. And the way his face was so real made you squirm. It’s a look you weren’t used to seeing on schlatt often. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as you continued to study you.

Before you can respond, the newlyweds are announced and given drinks you know you have about 15 minutes until the first dance. You have to excuse yourself from Schlatt after he just made your heart fall out of your ass. As you walk away you can feel his eyes burning holes into the back of you.

Nerves start to build as you focus on getting into your performance mindset. You are suddenly very aware of the skin you’re showing and how your head is still thumping, and the fact that over 50 of your closest colleagues (basically) are all here to listen to you. You suddenly think about how schlatt is out there now and he’s going to hear you and see you perform. You take deep breaths, being deafened by your pulse.

As the first dance is announced you take your spot with Max towards the dance floor discreetly. You go to sit at the grand piano and Max starts playing the guitar. As the couple starts to dance Max starts to sing “Die with a Smile” the spotlights shine on you two and the room erupts into applause as Max sings the first verse, the bride doesn’t realize you two are there at first but when she does it’s priceless. You focus on harmonizing with max and playing the piano. Soon the nerves melt away as you’re swept into the emotion of the song and of the day. You can’t help but glance around the room a bit. When your verse begins you notice Schlatt staring solely at you. You do your best to ignore it as you put your heart and soul into playing and singing and feeling every word and note.

If the world was ending I’d wanna be next to you, if the party was over and our time on earth was through, I’d wanna hold you just for a while, and die with a smile

You guys finish and the crowd erupts in cheers you stand from behind the piano and motion to the couple and clap, then to Max, then max motions to you and you bow. You play and sing for the mother son and daughter father dances as well with Max, afterwards more applause and tears. You can’t help but feel emotional about it all. something about this wedding was getting to you. You started to feel an appreciation for the whole ordeal. Once things quiet down you move to find your way out to run and freshen up before dinner.

You make your way through the crowd as people compliment you and praise you for your work. You whisper polite thank yous and excuse yourself through the crowd and out to the lobby. You and max stand in the lobby alone and you hug each other.

“Hey that was great, I think we really killed it,” he says.

“Yeah I think so too!” You respond finally breathing for the first time today. You guys grab each others hands and share a giddy moments

“Bitch, your voice is unreal,” max dotes.

“God the way you hit those notes in the beginning.”

You guys talk about the performance and exchange notes as you walk to your rooms. Max was a singer you met through streaming and you did some collaborations with him. Your voices just melded together so well. Over the years you guys had made a great friendship and working bond.

“Hey so what’s up with you and JSchlatt? Are you guys a thing?” He inquires raising a hopeful brow.

“You’re such a gossip whore.” You respond.

“God he looks so good in a suit,” he says, rolling his eyes at you.

“Yeah he looks fine.”

“If by fine you mean, drop dead,” he says flipping his hair. “You better get up in that otherwise I will.” He finally says opening his room and going in.

You scoff and open your door.

You quickly freshen up your makeup and hair and puff on your weed pen before stuffing it in your handbag and heading back to the party with Max. He jokingly sticks out his arm for you two to walk arm in arm like high school girls back into the ballroom.

When you get back you see dinner is already in motion, you find your table with Ted and the rest and sit down in your spot between Max and Tucker. You say hey to everyone as they compliment you both. By the time you guys get there dinner was pretty much over so you eat a little of whatever is left since you haven’t eaten much today. You quickly clock the open bar again and move to get a drink. Schlatt gets up when he sees your plan. As you weave through the tables Schlatt follows you. When you arrive at the bar you steal another look at him.

“You sounded amazing,” he says shyly.

“Thank you! I’m happy with how that went. I think the bride was pretty surprised,” you respond, giving a chuckle. You try not to stare at him for too long. There’s a small not entirely uncomfortable silence as you wait for your drinks.

“Ready to get fucked up?” He questions as he grabs a shot and his drink.

“Oh absolutely. Open bar for a bunch of content creators? Huge mistake.” You hold your shot out to cheers him, he does chuckling and you both shoot back a shot and head back to the table drink in hand.

After dinner they cut the cake and the dancing begins. Pretty standard party bangers. You get in with the crowd of other girl content creators you’re friends with and you’re all dancing on the floor like fools soon enough. You love dancing, seriously and just for fun. You don’t get to dance for fun often, but right now it’s all fun. You’re grinding on each other and doing the goofiest dance moves. Most of the guys are hanging out together and chatting. occasionally, some of them coming out to dance, namely Ted. Tyler too though. They both dance like fools. Soon you’re all screaming “FROM THE WINDOOOOOW TO THE WALL!” And you can feel the intoxication taking over quickly. You pretend to dance up on Ted and he throws it back at you. You’re laughing and shouting lyrics you can feel yourself losing your voice. After an hour or so of this You start to feel the spins and decide to go sit and nurse a water for a bit. Tyler comes over to sit next to you at a table.

“Hey you killed it tonight!” He compliments.

“Thank you! I appreciate that.” You smile back

“Of course dude.” He nurses a water too while you guys talk. “Where’s your date?” He asks after a while.

“Max? Probably flirting with a straight guy somewhere-“

“No! Schlatt!” He cuts you off.

“Schla- he’s not my- we’re just-“

“Oh shit! My bad homie, just earlier when he said that thing I just expected.”

“No you’re good, I mean idk why he said that but no we’re just friends,” you say maybe not hiding your disappointment very well.

“… I don’t think it’s just friends dude,” Tyler says looking over your shoulder.

“What-“ you start

“Pretend I made a hilarious joke, touch my arm, and then glance over there,” he says gesturing to his right.

“What are you-“

“Do it, trust.”

You fake an exaggerated laugh and grab Tyler’s arm leaning closer to him for a second, then you give it a beat then nonchalantly glance over your shoulder and see Schlatt looking over. He’s not hiding his expression at all now. He’s pissed.

“See what I mean,” Tyler says leaning in.

You do see, but you still can’t believe it.

“I don’t know, he just, looks like that. He’s not huge on crowds.” you respond after a minute.

“Well whatever the reason, he better nut up or shut up. Otherwise someone else will,” he says with a wink then gets up and walks away.

You sit there for another minute or two in deep contemplation. Nut up or shut up.

The music changes to a slow song. you recognize the opening of the song. You jump up out of your seat, looking for around the room. You see Schlatt jokingly threatening someone with a pocket knife and rush towards him.

“Dance with me.”

“Wha-“ he starts

“Don’t fight me, let’s go bitch.” You grab his arm and pull him toward the floor.

“Y/N, I don’t dance. I can’t dance.”

“It’s the song from Click, we have to,” you say chuckling. Couples make their way to the floor and start to embrace while “Linger” by the Cranberries starts to play. At first Schlatt was incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. You place his hand on your hip and take his other in your hand and begin to lead. He loosens up when he sees you’re being silly about the whole thing. You do a shitty Adam Sandler impression that makes him cringe. He begins to pretend like you’re middle schoolers at a dance and keeps you as far away as he can as you uncontrollably laugh.

Then why are you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you? But I’m in so deep

When you stop laughing he pulls you in and dips you in a dramatic fashion making you laugh all over again. When he brings you back up he keeps you held close to him and you get into a rhythm.

“What were you and Tyler talking about?”

You know I’m such fool for you, you got me wrapped around your finger, do you have to let it linger?

“He was asking me girl advice,” you respond quickly.

“Oh?”

“Yeah he has a crush on this girl and doesn’t know what to do about it,” you say glancing around the floor.

“What did you tell him to do?”

“I told him to nut up or shut up otherwise someone else might,” I say looking him in directly in the eyes now, almost daring him.

Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?

As the song ends you guys stop dancing but make no move to separate. A moment feels like a lifetime as you study his face this close. His lips, his nose, his brows semi-furrowed. The way his hair curls on top of his head.

“I need air, do you need air?” He asks. You nod and you guys move towards the door to the garden.

———

Outside is still warm but there’s a slight breeze. The moon is already high in the sky. The nighttime beasts make noises and the party rages on inside. You were starting to feel very overwhelmed inside. As much as you loved these people, you’re not a huge partier.

“God it’s gorgeous out here,” you say. “Are your ears ringing? Mine are ringing,” you laugh taking a deep breath. Schlatt doesn’t respond.

You turn to face him as he stares at you. You stare back at him as he unashamedly drinks you in. You suddenly feel exposed to him. The light out here bathing you and making you feel like you’re in a spotlight again. The outside air is a stark contrast to the stuffy dance floor you came from, it gives you goosebumps. You shiver a little as you shift uncomfortably. He slowly moves to close the distance between you.

“You look incredible,” he starts. “And your voice is so incredible. You look stunning in that dress. I can’t stand you.”

“Wha- You can’t stand me?” You’re genuinely shocked at his words. He spoke with a matter of fact tone. His eyes shifting wildly to every inch of your face.

“I can’t stand watching you like that all day. The way you effortlessly charm people. Unashamed, effortless, charismatic. You’re just. Astonishing,” he finishes and before you can respond he puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you deeply on the lips.

You melt in his embrace. What is in reality only seconds feels like the culmination of years of tension being snapped. Years of uncertainty and personal turmoil all washed away. He splits from the kiss and looks at your face, a mixture of shock and pure elation spreading across it. You pull him back for a second deeper kiss. Needier and heavier this time. You hunger, suddenly starving. No amount of contact right now could be enough. You put your arms around his neck running a hand through his hair as he moves his arms around your torso pulling you closer. As His hands slide up your bare back you let out a soft moan from his warm touch. He stiffens at the sound.

After a minute or two you pull away for air looking at him, “About time,” you breathe out, smirking.

“Shut up,” he says, kissing you again.

After another eternity of learning and exploring each other you separate, remaining in each other’s arms. Just smiling at each other like idiots. You put your hand on his cheeks feeling his facial hair. You run your thumb across his bottom lip and shiver. You can’t help but just touch him. After all this time and yearning to be this close you couldn’t contain it anymore.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks breathlessly.

“Absolutely.”

———-

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Against All Odds pt. 12 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that’s not your jam, I’m sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won’t actually be in it for a bit

warnings for this part: mentions of suicide, mentions of coming out (it's not all super heavy, I promise!!)

ALSO!!! I am making a decision that kinda contradicts an earlier part... I am adding this note so you know, earlier I was going off Joel's age based off the show, I am now changing it to be his age in the game just to make a few things work a little better... SORRY FOR ANY CONFUSION!!!!!!!

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Ellie’s PoV 

Once I was sure Yn was out of earshot, I turned to Joel. 

“I want to talk about what happens after we find your brother in Wyoming.” I said seriously. 

He gave me a weird look, “Okay…” 

I took a deep breath before starting, “What’s your plan for me once we get there?” 

“Well… Marleen didn’t exactly give us the address of where you were going. So I was gonna ask Tommy if he knew where those Fireflies might be. Get you there… then… I don’t know. Timeline really depends on how long we’re out here, how close Yn is to havin’ the baby.” He explained. 

I nodded and was quiet for a moment. 

“What if I don’t want to go to Fireflies…” I asked quietly. 

“Do you not want to?” Joel asked. 

I took a deep breath, “I don’t know…I didn’t want to tell Yn because I don’t want it to stress her out in any way since she’s already pregnant… but I don’t think I want to find the Fireflies anymore…” I watched him to gauge his reaction, but he gave none, “It’s just… I’ve been told I am special, that I am the key to the cure… but I don’t think I am… not anymore. I tried to save Sam… it didn’t work. If I can’t save one person, how am I expected to save thousands?” 

I paused. 

“And I know this sounds selfish, and I know I am not anything really to either of you, but I don’t want to leave you two behind… you three behind. I want to be here when Yn has the baby and watch it grow into a tiny person.” 

I looked at him, trying to fight the tears brimming in my eyes. All I could do was give a small nod. 

“That’s not selfish, Ellie. It’s human.” Joel said after a moment, “Yn and I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. And you don’t have to decide anything right now. Trust me, we will have plenty of time before now and Wyoming for you to think and make up your mind.” 

I nodded before whispering, “Thank you, Joel. For everything.” 

He only nodded back, “Go get some rest. I’ll nudge you in a couple of hours to take a watch shift.” he said, nodding off to where Yn had fallen asleep against a tree. 

I nodded and stood up. My mind was still reeling with what the hell I wanted to do. But Joel was right, nothing needed to be decided tonight. We were still far away from Wyoming, I would have plenty of time to decide by then… right? 

Yn’s PoV

The following days were fairly uneventful. We walked for hours on end and would rest at night. The sun was setting on our fifth day of straight walking. To say that my feet hurt would be a severe understatement. Joel had said something to me the other day about how I should start showing here soon since I was around 15 weeks now, but currently, the only getting bigger were my feet. I tried not to say anything, though, because I knew their feet must be getting sore, too. But every step we took sent a jolt of pain up my leg. 

“Shouldn’t we stop soon?” I asked. 

“Eh, the sun’s just now starting to set. We can probably go another hour.” Joel said.

He was a few paces ahead of me when he said it, so he couldn’t see the sour face I made… but Ellie did. 

“You okay?” She asked quietly. 

“Hm? Yeah, fine.” I said. 

She nodded before speeding up to be in step with Joel. 

“Damn it, Ellie.” I mumbled to myself as I watched her talk to Joel. 

They both stopped walking, which allowed me to catch up with them. 

“On second thought, let's just stop for the night. This is a decent clearing. There’s a creek nearby to get some water from. We can stay here for the night.” He said. 

“Joel, I’m fine. Let’s go another hour, then stop. It’ll let us get another mile or so under our belt.” I said. 

He said nothing but glanced down to where I had undone my boots earlier. They were completely undone to where they would come off, but they were clearly loosened. 

“Why’re your boots undone?” He asked, standing with his hands on his hips. 

“Forgot to relace them… pregnancy brain. Let’s go. We’re losing daylight.” I said. 

“Nope, sit.” He nodded to a large rock beside a tree. 

I sighed and did as he said. He followed me over and squatted down in front of me. Once I was sitting, he began undoing my boots. I winced slightly as he pulled the first one off. 

“M’sorry.” He said, grabbing the second one and sliding it off gently. 

“How long have they been like this?” He asked. 

“Started about halfway through the day yesterday. I didn’t want to say anything and slow us down.” I explained. 

“You need to speak up when you’re in pain. We’re not traveling tomorrow. We’ll take a day to rest.” He said. 

“No, I don’t want to slow us down.” I tried to argue. 

“Not resting will slow us down even more. Tomorrow, I want you on your feet as little as possible, okay?” He said. 

I nodded, “Can you go fill my water for me?” I asked, leaning over to grab it out of my pack that I had dropped beside me. 

“Yeah. Ellie, give me your water, I’ll go fill them. When I get back, I’ll set a trap to try and get us some dinner.” Joel said, standing up and walking over to her. 

Once he was gone, Ellie came over and sat down beside me on the ground. 

“You didn’t have to say anything to Joel, you know.” I said. 

I wasn’t actually mad at her in any way; I was more just frustrated with myself for being the reason why we were taking a break. Deep down, I knew it was out of my control, but it still didn’t help make me feel any better about it. 

“I know. But I also know you weren’t going to. Plus, I could tell you were in pain.” She said. 

“Thank you… sorry that I’m slowing us down.” I said. 

“Eh, it’s not your fault, it’s the rugrat’s.” She said, making me smile. 

“I guess you’re right. I just want to make sure we can get you to the Fireflies as soon as possible. I don’t know if they’re on a timeline or something.” I explained.

I noticed that she stiffened up slightly at the mention of the Fireflies. 

She let out a nervous laugh, “About that… I talked to Joel a few nights ago… I am having second thoughts on finding them.” She said, looking at me clearly trying to watch for my reaction. 

“Okay… any particular reason why?” I asked. 

“I am not certain that I am the cure… I just don’t know if it’s worth leaving you and Joel… and the baby for something that’s not a guarantee. And I know I at least want to stay with you until the baby gets here… but then thinking about leaving after that doesn’t feel right either. I just don’t know what to do. I told Joel that part of me feels guilty for even considering staying because I could be potentially saving thousands… but I may not even be the cure.” 

“That’s a decision only you can make, Ellie. But it doesn’t have to be soon. We’ll have plenty of time before we even get to Wyoming. Only you know what is best for you… I will say that I would love to have you here when I have the baby. I want them to meet you for sure. But if and when the time comes that you decide to go find the Fireflies, I won’t hold you back. I’ll support you in any decision you make. Come here.” I said, scooting over to make room for her on the rock. 

She got up and sat beside me. I hugged her to my side. 

“Thank you.” She said. 

I only nodded. 

“You know, you’re pretty good at the whole mom thing.” She said suddenly, making me look at her. 

“What?” 

“I don’t know… you just have something that makes me feel like I can share anything with you… like I don’t have to hide anything.” She explained. 

“Well, I’m glad. And you really can tell me anything.” I said.

“Okay, well… do you remember how y’all mentioned a boyfriend when asking if anyone would come looking for me?” 

“Yeah.” I nodded for her to continue. 

“Well, truth is, I’ve never had a boyfriend… and I honestly don’t see myself ever having a boyfriend. If you know what I mean…” She said, glancing over at me. 

“I get what you mean.” I said, smiling and nodding. 

“You’re okay with that?” She asked, almost shocked. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? You’re not the first gay person I’ve met.” I said with a small laugh. 

She nodded as she let out a breath, “Do you think Joel will be okay with it?” She asked. 

“Oh yeah.” 

“Really, even at his age?” She asked, making us both laugh. 

“What’s so funny?” Joel asked as he walked back up with our water canteens filled. 

“Nothing.” Ellie said. 

“Okay…” He said, clearly not convinced, “I am going to go try and trap something for dinner.” 

He collected some supplies before heading off once again. 

“So… if there wasn’t a boyfriend, has there ever been a girlfriend? Sorry if that’s too personal, just curious about your life before all of this.” 

She hesitated, and I was scared that I had crossed the line. But then she began to speak. 

“I don’t know if I would call her a girlfriend… but there was a girl I liked… Riley.” 

The way she said told me everything I needed to know at that moment. Riley was dead, and she clearly wasn’t over it yet. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” I shook my head, “You don’t have to talk about if you’re not ready. I get it. I lost the last of my brothers years ago, and I still don’t like talking about it. It’s okay.” I said, hugging her close once again. 

“I miss her… does that ever go away?” She asked. 

I shook my head sadly, “No… it gets easier. Eventually, you get to where you don’t even think about it anymore until something reminds you of them, then hurts again, not as bad as it originally did, but still hurts. Then again, you eventually stop thinking about it until you get reminded again. It hurts, but it's even less than last time. And it continues. It always hurts just a little bit.” I explained the best I could. 

She nodded. 

“Whatever happened though, it wasn’t your fault… and neither was Sam.” She snapped her head to look at me, “I don’t know what happened with you and him, but Joel mentioned you tried to save him, and it didn’t work… that’s not your fault. I know it’s hard, but don’t blame yourself. And trust me, I know that’s easier said than done. Hell, it’s been over ten years, and I still blame myself for my brother’s death…” 

“What happened?” She asked. 

“He hung himself… I am the one who found him. He had just done it. I tried to cut him down. I just wasn’t fast enough… My father blamed me for it until the day he died… and I still carry that with me. Like I said, the pain never fully goes away…” 

“How old were you?” She asked. 

“Doesn’t matter… no one should have to experience that… I was younger than you were.” I said, staring off. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t pry.” She said. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll share more about my brothers later if you want. Some of the better memories.” I offered, and she smiled. 

“I’d like that. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have siblings, even just one.” She said. 

I couldn’t help but think about how if she chose to stay, then she would definitely be getting one. Although I wasn’t much older than her, just around ten years, I could see her becoming like a daughter to me. And I had a feeling the same was happening to Joel. 

small time jump

Within the next three days, we finally found ourselves entering Nebraska. We hadn’t gotten the chance to clean up in a while because the creekbeds were too low, so when Joel informed us of a creek that was deep enough to rinse off in, I was overjoyed. 

“You two go ahead and go. I’ll try to trap a rabbit or something.” Ellie said, nodding us off towards the creek. 

Joel had recently shown her how to trap things, and she actually gotten pretty good in the couple of days she’s been practicing. 

As we walked, I turned to Joel, “As much as I love you, I have only one thing on my mind, and that is to scrub the grime off of me and go sit down and get off my feet.” I said, making my intentions clear. 

“Got it. Give me your clothes, and I’ll rinse them with mine.” He said as we got to the creek. 

I nodded as I slipped my boots off and then peeled my socks off of my feet. The ground beneath me was cool to the touch and felt like heaven against my swollen feet. I finished getting undressed, tossing my clothes over to Joel, and soon I was in the cool water. 

As great as it felt, I was soon getting out and getting my “clean” clothes from Joel. Once again, I was forgoing putting my bra back on for the night and was just about to pull my shirt over my head when Joel stopped me. 

“Hey, wait, turn back around.” He called out to me. 

I turned to face him, “What?” I asked, confused. 

“Just turn to the side again…” He said, staring at me intently. 

“What?” 

“Just do it, please.” He wasn’t being pushy. Instead, he seemed oddly curious. 

I did it and looked at him expectantly. 

“When did that show up?” He asked, in slight awe. 

“What?” I asked, confused. 

“That.” He emphasized, nodding to my stomach. 

“Joel, it’s nothing. I’m just a little bloated. I don’t think it’s what you think it is.” I said. 

“I don’t think so… no offense, but we haven’t really eaten anything that would be making you bloated. I think you’re starting to show.” 

I honestly hadn’t really considered that as a possibility. My mind just jumped to it being bloated. 

“Really?” I asked, looking down, it was just barely there, but there was definitely a small bump forming. 

“I mean, I’m no doctor, but that’s what it looks like to me. Here, come sit while I rinse off, and we can talk about it more afterward, okay? I’ll be quick.” He promised, standing up and beginning to undress. 

Once he was done, he rinsed our old clothes, and we began walking back to our camp. Ellie had managed to catch two squirrels that Joel quickly prepared and began cooking. Then he came and sat by me. 

“Sorry if I made you self-conscious or anything… I just wasn’t really prepared for this part of all of it.” He explained. 

“Were you not…” I trailed off, knowing that his daughter was a touchy subject for him. 

He shook his head, “No, her mom and I were like an on-again-off-again type of thing. Then, at some point, we were off again for a while, and then she showed up at my door out of nowhere with a baby. She was gone the next morning. So, I am a little inexperienced in this part of things… I do vaguely remember my mom being pregnant with Tommy, but that’s about it.” He said with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood from when he started talking. 

“Well, you got more than I do. I was the youngest, so…” I said, and he nodded. 

“Also, you really remember your mom being pregnant with Tommy… that was so long ago…” I teased. 

“I am only 52. I’m not that old, you know.” He shot back, nudging me with his shoulder. 

“I know, I just like giving you shit.” I said, looking over at him with a smile. 

“You’re lucky I love you. You know that, right?” He said. 

“Yeah, I know. I love you too.” I said, leaning over to kiss him. 

“You better not be letting those squirrels burn.” Ellie’s voice made me jump slightly. 

“They’re not.” Joel said, rolling his eyes, though he wasn’t really upset. 

He finished cooking them before dividing up the small amount of meat from them to all of us. After we ate, we settled in for the night. We had one more day of traveling before we would rest for a day. It was slow progress, but it would work. I knew the cold would set in soon, and the cool breeze that blew through the trees just as the thought crossed my mind only confirmed that. 

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*Grian's pov*

You are in your Poultryman form, in the middle of the night, jumping across buildings. You could fly but it's exciting to travel like this, a bit more thrilling, and It's not like a fall like this is going to kill a god like you.

Along the way you do stop a bunch of crime, Poultryman would be a pretty bad vigilante persona if you didn't, nothing big though... ...Until the building on your left explodes out of nowhere!

The first thought in your mind is something akin to "yay! Explosion", It's part of being the god of chaos.

Your second thought is "explosions don't usually happen in mortal cities...something is very wrong", that's part of being a vigilante and that is the thing you decide to focus on right now.

You fly closer to the burning building, It's hard at first to not relish in the chaos and smoke but you force yourself to press foward. There are people inside, you can feel them calling out... it almost sounds like prayer... you fly in and you grab them and bring them out one by one. Soon you find aren't the only one helping, someone else is here grabbing people and flying out. Golden wings and a western aesthetic, this must be-

"Hello Sheriff."

"Poultryman, didn't expect to see you all the way here pardner"

You try to ignore the man of clear british descent attempts at a western american accent... You still cringe behind the mask.

"Oh you know, saw an explosion and just had to check it out"

He looks at you, it hard to gauge the emotion from the expression but you don't need divinity to hear the mental debate going on in his brain.

"... Good job on that by the way, we managed to get everyone out with no casualties... I...don't know if I could have managed that alone"

Huh, very different from HotGuy this one, you appreciate the compliment but it's weird to get it from a hero so high up in the rankings... You check him mind and it doesn't seem to be a trap which is ...even weirder. You are a vigilante after all and his job is to capture you, a compliment to lower your defenses should have been one of the first things to try... Perhaps he knows already it wouldn't work.

You look back to him, he turns to the burning building... You smirk.

"Are you saying that I'm ...better then you?".

What follows is ...silence, then the Sheriff turns so quickly.

Then sputtering.

"WHAT!? No! You just ...arrived earlier. That's it."

"Nah, I think It's just because I'm better"

"How.dare.you? I am the Sheriff, I am the law, you will respect me."

"Nuh huh"

"You can't just-"

You get up when he tries to lunge at you.

"Missed! Too bad"

"Gosh! I can't believe I thanked you!"

He shouts at you, he doesn't actually sound nad though. He's enjoying himself too... It is much more fun this way.

"I know, an horrible decision on your part really"

"Well then I'm taking back my compliments"

*Gasp* How could he do something so heinous to you? The great Poultryman! This will not stand!

"No! You can't do that! No take backsies!"

"Too bad, Poultryman you are no longer thanked"

"Noooooo! How could you Sheriff? So cruel of you!"

You both look at eachother and begin laughing, some of the people you have rescued look at the two of you like you have grown a second head ... You do check you didn't do that accidentally, revealing your godhood by growing an appendage like that would have been at the very least embarassing.

Suddenly a feminine voice, must be the Ocean queen, speaks up.

"Sheriff, I'm glad everyone is out of the building and you're having fun but did it have to be the vigilante we have to capture?"

Oh right, you forgot about that. Well time to take your leave.

"Right... About that... I might need to do a rain check on that! Bye!"

And you are gone. Thinking about it later, that building just going boom like that was pretty suspicious.

Yeetit @/yeetoryeet33

My office building exploded lmao and Poultryman started bantering with Sheriff. I am starting to think I was drugged.

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|Uhhhhh @/Wowzers3809What do you mean your office building exploded!?!?

OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls No, Sheriff is not romantically persuing a Vigilante, all and any bantering that happened was non-romantic, please stop flooding my buisness email with questions about my coworkers sex lives.

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| Sheriff ☑️ @/Canarywthagun Yes, I would never do that to my dear friend HotGuy. ||Hotguy☑️ @/HGofficial. Sheriff WHY must you do this to me? |||OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls Sheriff you nincompoop, do you want to create a PR nightmare?

Tdfyh @/randombullshitgo

Sooo, am I the only one to get siblings vibes from Poultryman and Sheriff?

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|OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls Back off Sheriff is my brother, Poultryman can get his own. || Tdfyh @/randombullshitgo What do you mean he's your brother!?! |||OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls ... I shouldn't have said that.

Bluish @/blueishspace

After recent revelations I have made these:

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|Bluish @/blueishspace. Yes, I have no life. How did you know?

[roselilianhale]

Hey, I feel kinda weird asking for another fic since I already asked, but can you please do Jasper Hale x reader where reader is the “backup friend.” Where basically her friends only hang out with her, talk to her, etc when there is no one else to talk to. Reader’s mom (who she’s really close to) starts getting really busy with the reader’s younger siblings and so reader gets less attention/gets ignored. The only time reader gets attention from anyone is either when they need her or no one else is available. Reader is hanging out with the Cullens’ and gets a call from her mom telling her to watch her younger sibling even though reader is out with friends and reader’s other younger sibling is home and free to watch the toddler. She just accepts it, but Jasper gets kinda upset that she just accepted it since he could feel her disappointment and she bursts out crying. Jasper lets her know that she doesn’t deserve to be treated that way and maybe cuddles and forehead kisses ensue?

Your only human

Jasper Hale x Female reader

Summary: The reader is having a hard time and Jasper comforts her.

Notes: Hope you like it and I know this wasn't exactly what you may have wanted but nevertheless still hope you enjoy it! :) Also sorry for taking such a long time!

Warnings: Some angst but a happy ending as usual!

Wordcount: 700

(Edit: I forgot to add a gif oops 😬)

Your POV

Laughter filled the room as always Emmett made a terrible joke. You secretly enjoyed his jokes. Even Roselie cracked a smile which was a shock. Jasper had his arm around your shoulder and he hugged you close. Warmth filled your cheeks and your chest tightened. You smiled happily especially after Esme came out of the kitchen and presented you with a freshly baked warm chocolate cookie. You smiled gratefully. 

Then you lost, “Oh come on!” You murmured and jokingly gave Carlisle a stink eye. 

“Sorry.” he smiled apologetically. 

“Oh it’s alright.” You smiled warmly. 

“Yes!” Emmett exclaimed. You turned your head in his direction and looked at him confused. 

“Hand it over Alice!” He held out his hand. Alice gave him the puppy dog face but handed the money out anyway.

 “You bet on me?” 

“Yup!” Emmett said enthusiastically.

“How did you win against Alice doesn’t she see the future and all?” Emmett shrugged his shoulders and Alice answered with, “I guess it was a last minute decision.” Roselie rolled her eyes at Emmetts antics. 

“Okay.” You said slowly. You turned back to the game and watched as the rest of the Cullen’s played against each other. 

“Can you believe them?” You laughed. 

“Surprisingly I can.” Jasper laughed as he interlocked his hand into yours. 

Edward won and Alice was close to winning too. It had been a fun night and you enjoyed every bit of it. You enjoyed being wrapped up in Jasper’s arms and you enjoyed laughing and giggling with the Cullen family that was until your mom called. 

Your phone buzzed, you pulled it out of your back pocket and you read the following text: Hi honey I need you to watch your little sibling tonight! 

Your brows furrowed and you responded with: 

You

But I can’t I’m at the Cullen’s right now 

Your mom

Well I’m sorry but your gonna have to 

You 

Why can’t my other capable older sibling do it??

Your mom 

Because they are busy. 

You 

But I’m busy too!

Your mom

You're the eldest, it's part of your job!

…

You sighed and rubbed your temples as you powered off your phone. You pushed it back into your pocket. 

“What's wrong?”

You turned to look at him and for a moment you had no idea what to do or what to tell him. 

“Uh, my mom needs me to babysit my little sibling.” You said as you went to grab your backpack and get your stuff ready to go. 

“Don’t you have another sibling who's old enough to take care of your younger one?” Jasper asked. 

“Yeah but apparently they can't and I’m the only one who can.” Jasper put his hand on your shoulder and rubbed it soothingly.

“You're working yourself too much, I can feel it.” He caressed your face. 

“I know but no one else can and I have to. I don’t want to but she's relying on me and I can’t go and say no even if I feel exhausted and overworked because she's always working and has no time for her kids anymore. I can't just say no because she needs help and has no time because she’s trying to support her. But as much as I love my siblings I can’t do this. I'm not good at juggling all of this.” You felt your breath hitch and tears sting your eyes. You collapsed in his arms. He listened calmly to your rant.

And rubbed your hair soothingly. “Shhh it’s okay darlin’.” Your body trembled as he sent calming waves to you.

You couldn’t help but hug him tighter. “I’m sorry.” You murmured. 

He pulled you away and cupped your face, “You have no reason to be sorry. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed and exhausted, that's normal. Your only human darlin’.” You gave him a small smile and your tears continued to pour down your face as he whipped them away. 

He calmed you again and you took a deep breath just as he did. “Feel better?” You smiled and hugged him tightly. 

“Would you like me to come with you and help you so you don’t feel as overwhelmed?” 

“Yes!” You felt relieved. 

You turned to the rest of the Cullens and said, “Sorry for crying on ya.” Esme looked at you sympathetically, "Don’t worry dear you're completely fine.” She got up from the sofa and hugged you. Alice jumped up from her seat and you and Esme turned to her. 

“Don’t ever apologize! It’s okay!” She smiled warmly. You always thought her smiles were contagious. She smiled back at her warmly. The other Cullen’s agreed. Jasper took your hand as he led you to your house and you both smiled as you headed there. 

The End. 

[ethosiab]

tfw youre a pirate and made a stupid decision that cost you your soul. and now youre stuck with this other shmuck

AKA boat boys pirate au designs lets gooo

just some thoughts on their designs:

Joel i stuck pretty close to his actual skin but added a bunch of scars because i felt like he'd be the type to get a bunch of scars and proudly show em off

etho i was struggling with slightly because i never really make new designs for him haha

im happy with the finished product though! and the peg leg is because of that one comment he made in last life about dreaming he was a pirate with a spyglass and a peg leg. i started watching his pov recently and only after i made this design did i see that bit lmao

etho's eye(patch) is very important. as is that amulet hanging off of joel's belt

i changed etho's headband in for a bandana because i thought it looked more pirate-y

also im a sucker for vests man

eyepatch etho is very real and i love it

i wanna make joel look much more animalistic with features such as claws, sharp canines, weird eyes and such, but i didn't focus on those here because i wanted their colours + outfits down pat first

i will probably change the belts/buckles up but i think it's funny that theyre matching tbh. destined to be soulmates.