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Mysterious Potions - Male TF
"I can't believe the rumours about the boss's secret lab were true!" Dave said excitedly as he walked into a futuristic looking lab.
"Ya, I mean, why the hell does a politician need a secret lab." Paul responded.
"He's a politician, you never know what kinda shady shit he'll get into."
"Maybe its a futuristic sex dungeon or something."
Dave winced, "You're disgusting!"
Both men wandered around, touching everything in sight. Eventually, they stumbled into a large room lined with shelves. Each shelf is labeled with a name and filled with colourful jars of liquid.
"What do you think a politician needs all this for." Dave questioned.
"Do you think they do anything?" Paul retorted.
"What would they do, they're just jars of... something."
"Like, if they're potions. Maybe it's like the Scooby doo movies and they change us into funny things."
"Don't be ridiculous, they're probably just decorations." Dave laughed.
"You wanna bet on it." Paul taunted Dave.
"I'll put a fifty on it, nothing happens if we drink one." Dave said while grabbing two potions off the shelf.
"Whoa, what do you mean we."
"If I'm drinking a mystery potion that could give me cancer, you have to too." Dave pressured Paul.
"Fine, it's only fair."
Dave confidently took a swig, assuming he would get a free fifty bucks out of it. Paul paused for a moment, then chugged his potion as well. A few moments passed, and Dave broke the silence.
"See, I told you it would b -SNOOORT!!!-" Dave hiccuped. "I told you nothing w -SNOOORT!!!-" Dave hiccuped again.
All of a sudden, Dave felt his stomach drop as his body began to change. His gut began to grow, he did have a slight beer belly ever since he got his last promotion, but what started as a modest belly quickly turned into a ball belly that made him look pregnant. His gut had completely ridden up his shirt to the point that it looked like a bra, exposing his deep belly button. This didn't last as his pecs began to grow and soften, they grew to the point of ripping right through the remainder of his shirt. His pecs started to look more like tits, then fattened to the point of laying on his gut. Even his nipples had swollen and grown.
"What is -SNORT- happening to me -SNORT-" Dave said as he cupped his growing tits.
Unfortunately for him, the transformation had only just begun. As fat piled into the rest of his body, his face began to change. His jaw extended into a snout as a pig nose formed at the end of it. Two of his bottom teeth formed into small tusks, sticking up out of his snout. The top of his head shrunk slightly as all of his hair fell out, leaving his jaw much larger than the rest of his head and his ears migrated upward and pointed out.
The rest of his body filled out. His arms thickened as his hands grew massive with fingers that resemble stuffed sausages. Love handles spilled out over his pants as the definition in his back disappeared under a thick layer of fat rolls. His ass and thighs plumped up with pounds and pounds of fat, ripping through his pants and leaving him completely naked. He attempted to hide his privates, but with his gut and fat pad engulfing his dick, it's not like Paul would be able to see much anyway. He was knocked off balance as his feet turned into massive hooves, breaking through his shoes. As a final touch, thick hairs grew on his cheeks and chin, leaving him with mutton chops and a goatee.
Dave and Paul stood there for a moment in shock before Paul burst out in laughter. "HAAA!! It turned you into a fat pig. And I thought you were fat before. Ahhhhhh ooook ooook Aaahhhhhhkkkk!!!" Paul yelled out in laughter. "I wouldn't -snort- talk so soon if I were you Harambe." Dave snorted, looking at the dark hair growing all over Paul's body.
Paul's transformation accelerated quickly, within moments he had already grown a significant amount of hair all over his body. His body thickened as his muscles exploded, his shoulder broadened, his chest puffed out, and his arms grew massive, ripping right through his shirt. His hands grew three fold, with a wide palm and thick fingers. He grew at least a foot taller, maybe even a foot and half taller, and his upper body had grown completely out of proportion with his lower body. His pants got tighter and tighter until they exploded, exposing his thick hairy legs. His shoes burst open as his feet widen and his toes elongate into finger, resembling his hands.
Paul lurched over onto all fours, his arms growing to be able to reach his knuckles to the floor. Meanwhile, his pecs grew into two muscly mounds and his stomach distended into a muscle gut as his skin thickened and darkened. His chest, stomach, hands, and face grew a thick leathery layer of skin as it became a dark grey colour.
His face began to change. His face became more pointed as his lower jaw widened and the top of his head thinned. The hair on his head thickened and became a dark black as it spread around his face, giving him a thick beard that connected to the hair covering the rest of his body. His nose wrinkled up until it was just two nostrils and his brow bone thickened.
Once the transformation subsided, Dave spoke up. "You know, for such a big guy, you got a tiny pecker."
Paul stood straight up, all 8 feet of him, and stood over Dave. "Wanna say that again fat boy. Besides Gorillas have small dicks, it's like a thing."
Dave just snorted and backed off. "Anyway -snort- help me find a reverse potion or something -snort-, I think this potions rubbing off on me, I'm getting hungry."
"Oh c'mon, have some fun with it. Look, these potions were under 'animal'. Maybe we can have some fun with some other categories." Paul said excitedly.
"That's coming from the one who didn't turn into a fat pig."
"Ooook look at this, it's a video game section, maybe you'll turn into Nathan Drake or something."
"I don't know who that is!' Dave retorted as he tapped around on his hooves, trying to find a reverse potion.
"He's hot, that's all you need to know, just try it." Paul said as he threw a potion at Dave and chugged his own. Dave quickly chugged his, just happy to be anything but a pig.
These transformation took shape much quicker than the last. Paul's proportions returned to those of a human, but his stature and musculature remained quite large. His skin lightened to a greenish colour as the hair reced from his body. His face regained most of its human definition, with a big angular nose and a strong jawline, but kept the prominent brow bone. He grew a sharp red beard and bushy red eyebrows before long locks of bright red hair grew from his head. Paul looked down and lifted the cloth that had formed around his waist, chuckling in a deep voice at the sight of his 10 inch package.
Paul looked up in time to see Dave's soft body begin to change. He twitched for a moment before a red, black, and white costume formed around him. His arms and legs compressed into a tight thin consume that hugged his now human looking limbs. His chest also seemed to compress into the suit but a beach ball shaped belly remained underneath. A white mask with a red symbol on it appeared on his face as a large pompous collar appeared around his neck.
"Of course you still get the hot one. I do feel really confident in myself for some reason." Dave said, muffled by his suit.
"That's because your Master Kohga." Paul said in a baritone voice.
"I bet he's a really cool guy." Dave tried to do a pose but lost his balance.
"He's actually kinda pathetic, he's funny though... In a laughing at you not with you way though."
"Damn, what kinda asshole did you transform into?"
"I am Ganondorf, I'm like the villain."
"That adds up." Dave said while trying and failing to do poses in the mirror.
"Let's try and find some more potions, if I stay as Ganon any longer I'm worried about what I might do to you."
"Oh please tell." Dave said intrigued. He looked down a caught a glance at a bulge forming under Paul's cloth. "That cloth leaves nothing to the imagination." Dave blurted out without thinking.
"Just drink this!" Paul grabbed the closest potion to him and shoved it in Dave's face before chugging one for himself.
"What if I like being being me!" Dave responded.
"Oh shut up!" Paul yelled as he lifted Dave's mask and poured the potion in his mouth.
Paul essentially reversed his last transformation. His skin turned beige as brown hairs erupted all over his body. His upper body and arms grew massive in proportion with the rest of his body. His feet turned back to hands and his face grew a massive jaw with cartoony eyes and a swirly tuffed of hair. Finally a red tie formed around his neck with the initials DK written on them.
Dave quickly burst out of his suit, again sporting a massive gut. His arms and legs thickened as his hands and feet began to change. His hands lost one finger each as each remaining finger elongated and sharp claws emerged at the ends. Similarly, his feet were left with only three toes each with sharp claws at the ends. His skin turned scaly and green as gold formed over his gut and chest, even forming around his belly button. Finally his face began to change drastically. His face stretched into a long snout with rows of sharp teeth and a long pointy tongue. His eyes grew into large cartoony eyes, with one being significantly bigger than the other. And a gold crown formed on his bald scaly head.
"Why do I have to be a fucking gorilla again, what are the odds I pick two gorilla potions!" Paul yelled.
"Huh, you kinda sound like Seth Rogan. And at least you don't have to be the fat one everytime, I got three fatasses in a row!" Dave complained.
"At least you get to be the funny fatasses. King K Rool is a great character."
"Well I'm done being video game characters, let's move on." Dave said while wadeling over to the shelf of potions to browse.
Paul began to browse too, coming across a section labeled 'Festive'. "Oh I'd bet anything he'll get Santa if I give him one of these." Paul said laughing under his breath.
"Hey try this one." Paul said shoving the potion in Dave's chest.
"I don't trust you, you picked out some wierdo category didn't you!'
"Well if did, were both going down." Paul said as he pointed to the shelf where he grabbed both potions.
Both men chugged their potions and waited. Almost instantly, Dave's scaly green skin reverted back to human looking skin. Although his skin appeared to be old and wrinkly. His hands and feet started to look normal again, though they still appeared large and plump. His snout turned back into a human face, but that of an old man. He had crows feet around his eyes with big grey bushy eyebrows, his cheeks puffed up and his jawline disappeared under a couple double chins. Most of his face became covered in white hairs until he sported a long white beard. Short white hairs covered his head as his gold crown turned into a red and white hat. Long grey hairs covered his saggy body as a red robe appeared around his body.
Soon after, Paul's body began to transform. His body began to shrink as his proportions became more human. His face shrunk until he had the chiselled face of a muscular man. His arms and legs shrunk until they were quite small, but still defined. His body followed suit, shrinking down until he had a normal sized chest and chiselled abs. As his body continued to shrink past 6 feet, hair began to grow all over his body. He grew a thick bushy beard and his chest, abs, and back got covered in thick dark hairs. He shrunk until he was 4 feet tall as a green robe and hat appeared on his body.
"You motherfucker! You knew this would happen!" Dave yelled while trying to tie his robe around his gut.
"Hahaha! It was under the festive section, I was willing to bet it would turn you into Santa." Paul said in a slightly high pitch voice.
"Santa needs to lay off the god damn cookies, I can't even tie my own robe."
"That's a shame for both of us, the view from down here is not pretty." Paul said staring at Dave's crotch.
"Then why are you looking!" Dave attempted to cover up his body with the robe. "Also. If we both took the festive potion and I'm santa, what are you?"
"I think I'm an elf. A really sexy elf." Paul flexed in the mirror.
"Of course, you're always the sexy one. Even when you're barely half my height you're really hot."
"Keep it in your pants old man!" Paul yelled back, blushing at the comment. "I can barely reach any potions, I need you to find some."
"Sounds good little man." Dave responded, prompting a frown from Paul.
Dave scoured the shelves, looking through all the categories. 'Greek Gods' could be fun but a little boring after all the crazy potions they've taken. 'Sex Change' is weird even for our standards. 'Celebrities' could be funny but he could do better. Dave paused in front of a shelf labeled 'Sexy'.
"Oh, watch this!" Dave said excitedly as he grabbed a potion from the 'Sexy' shelf and chugged it.
"What, give me one, you know I can't reach it!" Paul pleaded. "What even is it?"
"I'm about to be sexy." Dave said as he let his robe drop.
Suddenly, Dave's gut began to shrink as the fat in his body disappeared. The wrinkles on his face started to fade as his white hairs turned black. His beard trimmed down to a five o'clock shadow.
"Oh I can feel the confidence rolling in!" Dave yelled in excitement at finally getting a hot transformation.
But as quickly as it started, it ended. He still looked old, he still had a sizable beer belly, he still had a receded hairline.
"Do I look sexy, cuz I feel sexy." Dave said, unaware of his current appearance.
"Haaaaa! You're the boss. No fucking wonder he'd put a potion of himself in the sexy section, he always had an ego bigger than his gut." Paul laughed.
"What!" Dave screamed as he looked in the mirror at his boss's body. But the fear turned to comfort as a wave of confidence rushed through his body.
'Hey, I had no idea boss was packing this much, no wonder he had that kinda confidence." Paul said, still standing at eye level with Dave's crotch. "Wow you are really that attracted to yourself." He said as Dave's dick started to harden at the sight of himself in the mirror.
"Oh I got an idea!" Dave said as grabbed another potion from the sexy shelf and forcefully poured it into Paul's mouth.
Paul coughed for a moment and then realized Dave's intentions. But it was too late as his body began to grow. He grew to the same height as Dave, making his clothes seem extremely small on him. His six pack quickly turned into a solid beer belly as his pecs softened into a pair of moobs, ripping through his green robe. His arms became flabby as his hands grew into thick man hands. His thighs and ass thickened until his pants burst open, revealing his 8 inch cock. His face became slightly wrinkled as his hairline receded, giving him the look of an overweight man in his late forties.
Both men, in the appearance of their boss, stared at each other. Paul wanted to be mad at Dave, but a wave of confidence rushed through his brain. The view of Dave went from one of repulsion toward his boss's body to one of deep attraction.
"It feels good doesn't it." Dave said, rubbing his cock.
"Yeah, but it feels so wrong." Paul responded, trying to resist the urge of arousal.
Dave approached Paul, grabbing his dick and whispering in his ear. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." He kissed Paul on this lips, the two men standing belly to belly. Dave then turned Paul around and shoved him against the wall. "I know you like it, because I like it." Dave whispered before sticking his dick into Paul's ass.
It was the most euphoria the two men had felt their entire lives, Dave feeling Paul's right ass around his dick and Paul feeling warmth fill his insides. It was no surprise their boss wouldn't last long, not like either of them cared. Both men leaned against the wall, out of breath.
"I've got an idea." Paul broke the silence, giving Dave a devilish smirk. He then ran to grab a large beaker and began pouring small amounts of each potion into it, making a potent concoction. Once he had finished pouring one potion from every shelf, he ran back to Dave.
"One last transformation for fun?" Paul held up the beaker.
"Fine, but last one." Dave responded.
Paul took a swig from the beaker and everything went dark. He woke up, back in his room, next to Dave.
"Next time, don't take more acid than you can handle." A comforting voice scolded Paul
"Sarah, what... happened?" Paul said, still waking up.
"This is the second time I've had to take care of you after tripping on acid. At least last time I didn't have to take care of your little boy toy too!"
Paul looked over at Dave. "Oh... Were not a thing."
"Oh really, then explain why I found you both passed out naked in your bed?" Sarah yelled.
"Look, can you just leave us alone for a sec."
"Fine, I'll yell at you later when your boyfriend leaves." Sarah said slamming the door.
Paul shook Dave's, waking him up.
"Do you remember?" Paul asked the barely conscious Dave.
"How could I forget, I never want to see my boss naked ever again."
Paul just chuckled before wrapping his arms around Dave and falling back to sleep.
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I'm gonna need the current animation-twitter-blogosphere-youtube-content-mill to understand something... Or at least, listen for a bit. I'm no expert, but as someone who has watched box office - particularly animation box office - for nearly two decades now, I wanna talk about what's going on with a lot of animated features nowadays in a post-outbreak world that's still actually dealing with COVID-19.
Box office, the way Hollywood measures it, is already archaic beyond belief at this point. Success and the movie's justification for existence being determined by a thing's opening weekend and not the legs, the longevity beyond theaters, etc. etc. It's created this weird culture of deeming things "flops" and also creating this weird obsession with marketing.
And apparently more than one of the YouTube Toon Opinion Industrial Complex content mills are already calling a movie like MIGRATION, which is currently legging it up in a way that Illumination's SING movies did during the holiday frame in their respective release years, a money-loser... Like, pump the brakes, will ya?
I don't care if it's clickbait or whatever, like, c'mon... We're reducing the hard work of animators and filmmakers to how much the movie makes in its first weeks of existence.
The way I see it, we're in an era now where...
Theater trips are goddamn expensive and are kind of a gamble. Over $50-70 for a family to see a movie, with concessions added, and your experience may SUCK. (Take it from me, 8-year movie theater employee and loooong-time moviegoer here who has had plenty a shit experience.) It's a gamble each and every time.
And the same applies to maybe a friend group, or a dating couple, or even older adults looking to watch something.
So, either the movie has to be something audiences are familiar with AND know what they're going to get out of it (i.e. MARIO, certain Marvel movies, etc.), or it's lucky to hit audiences in the right place at the right time (OPPENHEIMER, etc.) and luckily tap into the zeitgeist- if not change the zeitgeist singlehandedly.
Box office alone is a gamble. When you start a movie 4 years before release, how the hell do you know what the world is going to look like by the time the thing is completed?
I'm repeating myself, like a broken mp3, I know I know.
But, that's how I see it... Thus, animated family movies and their usual family audiences are in a unique position at the moment. A pretty solid-looking, more original animated family film from Pixar or DreamWorks or Sony had more chances of opening with $40m than they do now. Say, a movie that's not based on a pre-existing IP or is based on one that was never before adapted into a movie or TV series (think something like THE BAD GUYS).
Of course, you have your MARIOs and SPIDER-VERSEs. Those were guaranteed big openers. Films like ELEMENTAL and MIGRATION weren't so clear-cut. Even TROLLS 3 opened fine-ish, significantly below what TROLLS took in some 7 years ago. PUSS IN BOOTS 2 was hampered by bad weather on the East Coast, yeah, but its opening wasn't going to be anything special either. Legs... Or wings in MIGRATION's case, cat claws in PUSS's case... Make all the difference.
They always have, actually. Animated family features usually relied on strong word-of-mouth if they had some kind of adult appeal. It's something similar to what Walt Disney had once "realized" in the late 1950s. Something to the tune of "If the film really appealed to mom... Then mom takes the whole family... And then tells all her friends, and they go, and everyone goes."
So I feel we're in an era where the success of an animated feature can NOT be determined too early. Remember how ELEMENTAL was written off as a big ol' flop, immediately? And that Pixar was toast? And that they needed to bring the Hawaiian shirt pervert control freak back in order to get a box office hit again?
Weeks later, everyone was singing a different tune. ELEMENTAL was an underdog, it had a "comeback" story. No folks, that's just classic animation legs. People liked the movie after hearing from the few people who saw it... That it was actually worth checking out.
But these films need the legs more than ever before, now. Especially in a competitive marketplace where stuff is coming out every week, and there's always something just as good at home to put on. (Some people are trying to suggest that Netflix's LEO cut into Disney's WISH... Because it's at home, right there, no overpriced snacks or disruptive strangers next to you.)
Luckily, TROLLS 3 and MIGRATION were lower with their budgets. Cost in the sub-$100m regions, weren't required to make half a billion like the $200m-costing ELEMENTAL and WISH were expected to do. Which is kinda unfair to begin with, but I digress. Pixar is sure to blow $175m+ on their future features, and WDAS too, while DreamWorks, Illumination, and Sony try to keep it below $100m. Even if it's through dubious means, like outsourcing and shitty pay.
So, nowadays with animated family movies, it's a waiting game. MIGRATION, as of now, is currently at $77m domestically. That's already 6.4x its opening weekend, a fantastic multiplier for any film. By the time it wraps up, it'll likely make over 8x its opening weekend, landing amongst the biggest multipliers for a post-90s animated feature. That Christmas-to-winter break-to-boredom season slot does wonders, doesn't it? And of course, the movie being liked by those who saw it. WISH could've been a leggy Thanksgiving/Christmas movie - like TANGLED and FROZEN and MOANA were, but audiences clearly weren't digging it much.
Of course, it's not easy to do that, either. Sometimes a thing just won't land. LIGHTYEAR, for example. That's also part of the gamble. More often than not, though, these kinds of movies usually get a good audience grade, MIGRATION's no different... So, it's leggin' it up, winging it.
Which is why we should maybe... Wait a few weeks on these kinds of things? I know these "content creators" have bills to pay and have to crank-crank-crank stuff out, but still-
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brianwashere · 1 year
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Ahhhhh I’m so sorry I fucked this up 😭 I accidentally posted the draft then panicked and deleted it and thus deleted the official ask. It’s ok tho bcc I took a screenshot of it so we’re good
Ask: (aos anon again hi:)) i know you usually do romantic or parent/son relationships but imagine reader and fitz are brothers and fitz finally gets to see him again while taking a break from working at shield… reader helps convince him to confess to gemma (fitzsimmons is real and it Can hurt you) also just them being silly little brothers because fitz deserves a break
Hadhsjsfjsjdk ahhh I love this
**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Marvel or Disney or Agents of SHIELD**
Pairing: older brother!Leo Fitz x younger brother!reader
Genre: family shit let’s goooo
Summary: look at req
Tw: implied bad childhood
Homecoming
It had been a long time since Leo—Fitz—had come home. You still weren’t used to calling him by your last name. You found yourself excited to see him again after what seemed to be decades of not seeing each other and minimal contact. You knew his job kept him busy but sometimes it felt like he was purposely ignoring your family.
The doorbell rang and it pulled you from your racing thoughts.
“I’ll get it!” You yelled to your parents from upstairs practically tripping on the stairs to get to the door.
You took a deep breath and pulled open the door. You grinned at your older brother.
“Fi..tz.” Your enthusiasm turned to surprise.
He looked so different than he did the last time you saw him.
He looked stronger. There was more muscle on his arms and he now wore a leather jacket instead of his usual sweaters. Not to mention he had a whole beard now.
“Woah…” You gaped and blinked several times.
Fitz’s eyes brightened at seeing his younger brother.
“Hey, Quizno!” Hey laughed some.
You just kept staring at him in surprise.
“You look…different.” You hesitated.
For a second he looked startled then his brow hardened.
“Well I could say the same for you, you’ve got twice as much acne as when I last saw you.” Yup there it is.
You sputtered a laugh suddenly, wheezing and hunching over. He opened his arms and hugged you and you hugged back; a rare tender moment between the two of you.
“So am I gunna get to go inside or am I being forced to stand here in the cold?” Fitz asked.
“Well I was thinking at least 20 more minutes out here before I let you in.” You playfully shoved him off but stepped out of the doorway to let him in.
He took one step in and sighed.
“Something wrong?” You looked to your older brother.
“No no it’s just…strange to be here again. Been so long since I’ve been here….” He trailed off.
You nodded.
“So what’s that sick ass job about? I heard it was for some American agency.” You nudged him with your elbow, trying to get him out of his own head.
“Ya know, I’m not supposed to talk about it. And it’s not American.” He stated with a high lilt in his voice.
You rolled your eyes.
“Is your boss American?”
“Well, yes, but—“
“So then yeah it’s American.” You used your flawed logic just to mess with him.
“What? That doesn’t even make sense—!” Fitz continued to argue how just because his boss was American did not mean that the agency he worked for was.
You just smiled to yourself, knowing you distracted him from the not so good memories of this house.
“Oh look at that! Mum says it’s time to eat!” You interrupted your older brother suddenly.
Fitz hesitated then straightened himself, bracing to see his parents again. You noticed his anxiety.
“Hey, it’ll be fine. You’ve got a good job and a…major glowup.” You nudged his side with your body to which he shoved you back to the other side, grinning again.
“Ready for the mine field that is a family dinner?” You smiled light heartedly at him.
He sighed, nodding and brushing a hand through his hair.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
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After dinner went smoother than expected you and Fitz migrated up to your room. You were hanging upside down from your bed, arms wresting on your stomach while your older brother was laying on the ground, throwing a ball into the air and catching it.
He’d asked you about any school crushes to which you’d blushed and told him about someone you were interested in but weren’t sure if you wanted to be friends or lovers.
“So what about you? You got a special someone back at your fancy job?” You questioned.
That seemed to take your brother by surprise and the ball fell on his face. You immediately burst into laughter while he rubbed his nose and shot you a playful glare.
“You’re a little wanker you know that?” His nose was turning red.
“So? You never answered the question.” You persisted.
He groaned dramatically.
“Yes, ok? There is someone I’m interested in.” He admitted.
You perked up immediately.
“Who? Are they smart? Are they attractive?” You questioned in rapid-fire.
Fitz let out another dramatic groan, cheeks turning red.
“Her name is Jemma…” He let out.
“And?” You pressed.
“And she’s smart and kind and beautiful and way out of my league.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
“Oh I wouldn’t say that, c’mon you work with her right? That must mean you spend a lot of time together. Has she ever friend-zoned you?” You questioned.
“No but…I just—-it’s hard, ok?” He sounded exasperated and frustrated. Not with you but with himself.
You quirked an eyebrow.
“Well you should shoot your shot.” You stated matter-of-factly. “You never know what may happen, especially in your super-duper classified line of work.” You shrugged. “I say you do it.”
Your brother stared at the ceiling, thinking. He knew you were right. His work was dangerous; Jemma’s was too. He couldn’t keep hiding from his feelings.
“Yeah…yeah ok. You’re right…” Fitz said quietly.
“Damn right I am.” You grinned at him. “Tell me how it goes next time you visit.” Your grin melted to a smirk.
Your brother just rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at your face.
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toydreamer · 1 year
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I’m Back!
whelp guess Imma start reviving this place and incoming *warning* I’ll be migrating my past 2-3 years worth of Hades stuff over. I’ll try not to flood ya all but I do have so much shits its insane. I’mma try to Q them all :’)  Defo still holding out some hope for twitter cus I’ve made so many friends there, it’s truly sad what’s becoming of it :( 
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wutaiiwarrior · 6 months
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he  sounds  so  tired  &  it  pulls  at  her  heartstrings  as  it’s  a  tired  she’s  heard  &  experienced  herself  ;  even  before  the  migration  &  loss  of  her  world.  but  —  that’s  not  something  she’s  willing  to  focus  on  ;  you  can’t  change  the  past.  so  instead,  she  finds  herself  hopping  up  onto  the  edge  of  squall’s  bed.  digging  her  knees  into  the  sheet  as  she  flanks  sora's side  &  reaches  out  to  straighten  the  blanket  she’d  only  just  thrown  over  his  sagging  form  —  &  leviathan,  she’s  been  around  tifa  too  long.  the  mother  -  henning  was  starting  to  wear  off  on  her.   gross. 
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a  moment  passes  &  she  can’t  help  the  snort  that  punches  out  into  the  air  between  them  at  his  assumption.  “plu-ease,  squall’s  having  some  much  needed  squall  time.”  &  by  that  she  means,  the  guy’s  off  back  brooding  —  blowing  off  steam  or  whatever.  he’d  been  pretty  riled  up  after  their  argument  earlier  &  if  this means he'll come back without the knot in his panties, then by all means he  can  take  all  the  time  in  the  world.  "alrighty, now, more over." with  a  soft little huff,  yuffie  finds  herself  clamoring  fully  onto  the  bed  beside  him.  hunkering  down  &  all  but  wiggling  until  she’s  curled  up  next  to  him.  a  hand absently  reaching  out  to  smooth  back  some  of  his  wild  locks.  “don’t  you  worry  your  chestnut  head  about  him,  just  get  some  sleep,  ya?  it’s  sure  been  one  helluva  day.”  is  what  she  says,  when  she  means:  you  look  like  ripe  shit.
@stellarhistoria , continued , ft. sora.
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Tumblr X Twitter enemies to lovers based off of this post
Part One
This is loosely inspired by the post that threatened twitter users. I can't find it so I apologize if it's inaccurate.
The Tumblr Migration of 2022 = Twitter becoming Tumblr's new asshole roommate
Tumblr rolled their eyes as their roommate rambled on and on about why they were switching dorms.
- Tumblr, you are literally insane! Being your roommate is simply unbearable. I mean, come on, you made my life living hell! I can't stand the sight of you anymore. Goodbye.
- See ya, bitch, go to Eeby Deeby for all I care!
- THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?
- Are you seriously saying that you've never heard of Eeby Deeby? Dude, what is wrong with you?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
Tumbr opened their mouth to respond, but they were interrupted.
- YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T EVEN WANNA KNOW. BYE, MOTHERFUCKER! - They shouted as they stormed out of the room.
A small sigh of relief left Tumblr's mouth. Seriously, they were glad that their roommate left. The guy didn't even understand Horse Plinko references, for Christ's sake! Tumblr didn't understand how some people's brains worked. To be quite frank with you, they weren't too eager to find out.
Hopefully their new roommate wouldn't be so bad.
A couple of days had passed after the incident. Tumblr was exhausted. They had just finished writing the most stressful exam of their entire life, and they felt like they were going to pass out. It was as if someone had dropped a hundred car batteries on top of their body.
They put on their headphones and started playing We Didn't Start The Fire on loop to get their mind off of the exam. They couldn't wait to go home.
Upon arrival, just as Tumblr were about to plop down on their bed, they realized that someone was already there.
- 'Sup? Nice to meet you, I'm Twitter.
- Oh, um, - Tumblr eyed their new roommate up and down. Twitter was undeniably very attractive, but they gave off Spoiled Rich Kid vibes, - hi, I guess. I'm Tumblr.
- Dude, you look like shit. Are you alright?
- Geez, thanks for the compliment, - Tumblr winced at the reminder of their current state, - 'm fine, just exam stress and stuff.
They stopped for a minute as their brain finally caught up:
- Wait, what the hell are you doing on my bed?
- I was waiting for ya. Got tired of sitting on your stiff ass chair.
- Excuse me? Get lost before my bees sting the shit out of you.
Twitter laughed as if it was a joke:
- What the hell, mate? Ya think imma just believe your bullshit? What am I, 10?
Tumblr was really getting tired of this. They were already having a bad day, and now this fucker wasn't even taking them seriously:
- You fucking asked for it.
A swarm of bees came through the window at Tumblr's shrill whistle. Twitter looked taken aback. Tumblr couldn't believe the audacity of this dude.
- AH! WHAT THE FUCK? BRO, I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING WITH ME, HELP ME!! AJSJALEJL HELP THEY STING AAAAAAH! - Twitter cried out as they ran out the room, the bees chasing them.
- Be reasonable next time or I'll be tossing your rotten flesh to them! - Tumblr called after them in a sing-song voice.
They were trying their best not to laugh. Sure, it crossed some lines of morals and ethics, but, surely, this level of entertainment oughtn't be criticised!
Tumblr visited Twitter in the ER.
Despite Tumblr's messed up perception of well-being, Twitter looked awful. They had a comically large amount of bee stings dotted all over their body, and Tumblr couldn't help but giggle a little.
Twitter glared at them:
- What's so fucking funny? I didn't expect you to be this much of a psycho. No but seriously, what the actual fuck was that?
Tumblr raised an eyebrow as if the question was utterly ridiculous.
- My Brother in Christ, you were being annoying. I simply offered a reasonable response.
- REASONABLE RESPONSE?
- Yes, and?
Twitter's eyes were as huge as saucers. Tumblr could see a tinge of fear and concern in their expression, but they couldn't figure out why.
- Bro. You can't be serious.
Tumblr just shrugged. Twitter furrowed their brow:
- You need help.
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arcanestudio108 · 2 months
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Welcome to the Tumblr
Era!!
Hi all!
There's kinks to work out, a tipjar to setup here, a Patreon to start, an actual site and mobile app to eventually start paying to run, but for now we're MIGRATING HERE!!
The Wixsite stuff will stay there for now. But we (read: just me) here at Arcane are working diligently between college classes to get this shit rolling again
Umm so articles before Valentine's Day in order but not dated are as follows.
Kool Aid Review (DOCS & TUMBLR GO LOOK)
Welcome to our temp tumblr HQ! (⭐ YOU ARE HERE)
The World According to Tyler, January 2024
Saviors & Neck Deep : A Perfect Same Day Pop Punk Duology
Arcane Anticipated Albums Calendar 2024
Why BMTH should avoid abandoning Post Human at all costs, an opinion piece
Article Submission box for outsiders/arcane contributor tryouts
So that's confirmed: Theres also some last year articles that'll come out TBA, and I will post Google doc links to twitter and tumblr so that until it becomes Patreon exclusive you can see any articles being written in real time. (Use the comment function on docs or twt DM me/ @ me in a tweet about an article to get your opinions included in the article)
When I get the tip jar up my policy will be the more people are chill with a "contribute what & when you can" model the less exclusive and pricey the Patreon will be (like my dream is like if we get a few thousand reading and tipping 0.01 in their currency whenever they can afford it, I can keep so much more as early access not exclusive access on Patreon, and keep the Patreon at 1$)
Also might give you my personal email on the Patreon when I make it 👀
Um ya aside from that I think I owe my 5-500 readers (I've got 0 clue how many there really are) the lowdown of the endgame goal here, which is as follows.
A platform of an app, a website, & a dedicated ig, twt, and tumblr
A Patreon with either exclusive or early access benefits
A clothing & merch brand
YouTube Channel
Multiple written contributors on the blog
A small independent multi-medium label/publisher studio (my goal will be to be like Handpicking artists and bands and linking them up to the people and companies best suited to help them grow, and try to be their home base so that if anyone they sign with tries to fuck them over we can come in guns ablazing and be their extraction team, I'm sure label is the wrong word but still)
A proponent of getting a warped tour type scene going in my home of Nova Scotia Canada, more genres, more bands. Like ultimate goal is when Warped tour comes back Nova Scotia gets at least one date
Masterclass alternative for artists to make a "how we did it" class.
Basically create the perfect creative network for everyone who isn't fortunate enough/ lives somewhere/ has the status to get one themselves.
Become big enough to be mentioned in the same sentence as some of the other alt media companies like Kerrang!, SPIN, AltPress, etc.
All of that stuff could be years or decades off, if it happens at all, but we dream big cos it's fucking fun.
See ya, love ya.
Tyler108x
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Thank you for that post about selfishness. It's so real. People forget that on a planet with over eight bilion people not all will care for the same issues or fight the same fights. I live in a country my parents migrated to, to escape the one we were living previously, to a new country that kinda shits on us. I have no means of really going anywhere. I have no real home. Nobody fights for us. So ultimately yes, playing the hogwarts game to escape reality a bit because it's a franchise that helped me cope since I was a child, is a selfish decision. But my decision. No excuses no hiding it. I'm playing the game for myself
You're very welcome, I think a lot of these people don't care half as much about the causes they're saying because if they did theres better ways to do it than getting raged up on the Internet thats for sure.
That's awful for you not to have a home and I'm glad if you can get any escapism in the game and you're right it's genuinely impossible to fight for everyone elses fight. You usually gotta pick what's closest to you and go for it. I don't go out there and tell people that buy from companies proven to test on animals to kill themselves, I have that deceny and I'd hope for the same.
You play the hell outta that game, hope ya have a great time with it. I also hope you don't get any rude or cruel messages but if you do just ignore them, they seem like they just want to get this rage at the situation out at any easy target on the internet so don't take it to heart. Hope you have fun playing✌️
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foxlover0615 · 1 year
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Ruthless
chapter 1:
I live in a world where people who are seen as different are seen as monsters.
A toxic cloud broke out after a big asteroid fell from space and contaminated the whole planet in a matter of seconds, infecting everyone.
Millions of people were lucky enough to still be the same person they were before the infection.
While the others who aren't as lucky got either mutated or gained powers of all kinds that we call talents.
Because the "normies" (as I like to refer to normal people) didn't like the fact that there were mutated creatures all around the globe 
Us mutants or talented people had to migrate to a new area that we now call C.I., which stands for Concealed Island, which is where the not-so-normal people live now.
Doctors tried their best to figure out a cure and take away these so-called "talents," but instead they created monsters all around the United States of America, and of course only there in America because where we go drama follows.
As of now, there is no cure for this since it's not some disease or infection that can be treated instead it's what we call the next generation of humanity.
This is a guide to how I became the most ruthless assassin in the world.
"Welcome everyone to TMT!" "Also known as.." The announcer says they are waiting for a response.
"TALENT.MASTER.TOURNAMENT!!!" The crowd yells in excitement.
"That's right everyone, and in today's competition match we have a reigning champion and fan favorite for best talent, it's Magic Mal," The announcer says, and the crowd is wild once they hear her name.
A woman walks onto the stage, where she grabs the microphone.
"People, I was able to prove that I was stronger than the average human, so why not prove my strength any further by kicking my opponent's ass?" Magic Mal says, and the crowd is even more excited.
Magic Mal age: 26. Talent: muscle growth Mal can grow muscles on command, but the only way for her to go back to normal is by not being conscious.
Weakness: If she has too much muscle, she could potentially die due to her body not being able to handle that much. Also, the more muscle she gains, the less breath she will have.
I was sitting on a bench with a hoodie, waiting to be called.
"Next up, we have the old TMT champion and the youngest champion ever; it's the one and only, the iconic, Jade Black!" The announcer shouts, and the crowd erupts in excitement.
I walked out as if everything was in slow motion. This would be my last time ever joining TMT, as I was going to retire.
I walked onto the arena and met my competitor.
"Ha ya think some kid is going to kill me? Well, you must be mistaken, cause I'm going beat your ass," Magic Mal says and starts growing muscle.
I don't respond because I know this chick just by looking at her.
"Talk the talk, but you can't do shit sounds exactly like you," I said and crossed my arms, angering her.
"She's got a mouth." "I wouldn't mind fighting against a kid because I kill all the time," Magic Mal says, and the whole audience goes quiet.
"Wait, you kill kids, or do you want to?" I am confused.
"WHAT THE--NO, I meant I'm going to kill you," Magic Mal says, and I look up at the announcer.
"She called me a kid and said she wanted to kill me!" "THIS WOMAN KILLS KIDS FOR A LIVING!" I shout at the announcer.
"What I Said and What You Said Were Two Different Things!" Magic Mal says 
"Well, um, the child murder against a child was unexpected." The announcer says it in an awkward tone.
"I KNOW YOU AINT THR B.S. COMING OUT OF HER MOUTH!" Magic Mal yells.
"Alrighty everyone. Whoever is still conscious after the tournament will be declared this year's winner." The referee says 
The two competitors stand in front of each other, each with a smirk.
"And fight," the referee says, and he jumps out of the ring head first as the battle begins.
Magic Mal Rawred appeared, and everyone was cheering different people on.
Magic Mal rushes headfirst and runs into me.
I jumped over her and onto her back, where I was then riding her like a horse.
"Man, this reminds me so much of the song Old Town Road, I'm going to take my ho-" I was stopped when Magic Mal jumped up in the air and was about to land on her back.
I used my talent and turned a half-human, half-hedgehog.
"Now that I'm in the air, I can use speed!" I said and went as fast as I could in the air and charged towards her, but then she caught me with her hand.
"What the hell was that?" Magic Mal says and looked at me as if I were crazy.
I was still in my half-human, half-hedgehog form, so I really couldn't blame her.
I looked at the crowd, which was less excited than it had been before.
"Uh, I guess I've got to go fa- AAHH!" I was then thrown into the air.
I was about to fall to the ground, and I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes.
I fell back down to the ground, luckily only suffering from a broken nose.
I got back up and was holding my head.
"Hey, I'm Gabriella Neveen, but my alter ego name is Jaden Black after my adopted father, who sadly passed away when I was only 15." I said I was introducing myself to the readers.
Magic Mal charged after me, and I flipped over her.
Once she saw me, I started running away in circles around the ring.
"My talent isn't speed or anything related to hedgehogs. "My actual talent is illusion, which is why she was able to catch me with ease," I said, and Magic Mal pinned me to the ground.
"DAMN!!! "You're so fat I can't breathe; I don't even think Nora can compare," I said in pain.
"Are you calling me a man!?" Magic Mal asks angrily 
"Well Eddie Murphy played the Norbit part, so I guess so," I said with a smile after she punched me in the nose again.
Magic Mal then started punching me in the stomach until I heard a loud cracking sound.
I coughed up blood and moved away from her.
Okay Gabriella We've got to find a way to defeat this mutant without getting ourselves killed.
I looked around and couldn't really find a weak spot, but then Magic Mal broke the stage due to her weight.
Magic Mal then picked up that broken piece and threw it at me.
Okay, let's see what we have here.
Right before Magic Mal prepares an attack, she preps with her right foot and then charges someone as if she were a bull.
I slide away from what she threw at me, and Magic Mal charges at me.
I move away as she gets her head stuck inside the ring itself.
I kicked her legs and broke them both, forcing her to howl in pain.
"No matter how much muscle you have, no attack will be stronger," I said and kicked my leg against her neck, and she coughed blood out of her mouth.
Magic Mal was shaking in pain until she stopped moving and closed her eyes.
Magic Mal turned into her normal form, where you could easily see how much damage was done to her.
Everyone cheered as I was the winner of the tournament.
"AND THE WINNER OF TMT IS JAYEN BLACK!!" The announcer shouts out as the referee gets back on the stage and raises his arm in the air.
I look around at the people who were congratulating me.
I saw a man in the crowd, and he nodded in appreciation.
"Mission accomplished," I said to myself.
But then I felt a sudden shock run through my body, and I collapsed to the ground. The last I heard were gasps running through the crowd.
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bookofchaos · 1 year
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I Honored the Season change super late
And I want to chat about the shaming that can occur (whether purposely or accidentally) within the pagan/spiritual sphere.
No particular event spurred this on, by the way.
It's just a general sentiment I've seen as I've lived my life as a pagan throughout the 00s, 10s, and now moving into the 20s.
There's this prevailing mindset that one has to perform a ritual or spell within like 3 days or something (sometimes a week) of the shift of a season or during a major moon phase or else one cannot work with those energies...
And I think that's real horse shit.
I think some of the shaming sentiment does more often occur with those who connect more heavily with the Wheel of the Year or are on a more reconstructionist/revivalist path. However, it doesn't just linger in these communities. As many of us know, if one thing happens in one part of the pagan sphere, it often leaks into another. The advent of the internet, YouTube, and now TikTok very much spread certain sentiments quite quickly now a days.
This is not to demonize anyone by the way. Getting passionate about our craft is part of the love right? We want our craft to be good, to work for us and the entities we connect with.
But I think shifting how we as a collective think about energy and energy manipulation especially during large events such as a season changing can firstly help in relieving some of the pressure that often times is introduced new pagans/animists/spiritualists as they begin this path. Secondly, as I've progressed down my path, I've found that the weight of having to do said ritual during certain major events can be (especially with the way life likes throw curve balls) unrealistic in expectations. I say this because as someone who has been practicing their craft for just over 10 years, I know I shame myself for not having everything perfect.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that that perfectionism goblin never goes away. And sometimes everyone at any level of their practice needs a reminder that a perfect craft doesn't exist.
There are even times when doing a spell or ritual perfectly is actually the wrong move. We get so wrapped up in our egos that it's not about the act anymore. It's about what we imagine the act should be.
We should all over ourselves...
Stawp it!
I'd also like to examine this idea from a more historical perspective too.
The seasons weren't dictated by something as rigid as our calendar.
People took into consideration the changing of the seasons as weather patterns changed, leaves fell and grew on trees, astrological shifts were followed, moon cycles observed, animal migrations, and I'm sure many other things went into determining major energetic shifts. So autumn didn't fall on the same day every year. (Yes, I did make that pun. What are ya gonna do about it, huh?)
Energy isn't created or destroyed. It shifts. However that doesn't mean the energy of Spring is no longer accessible in Winter at least in my UPG. It may have more obstacles than if you were to connect with that energy during its designated time frame (something that is also made up and determined often by culture).
But an obstacle is not the same as the energy not being accessible.
And that's what I'm getting at. If you cannot celebrate Mabon within that arbitrary 1 week some pagans tout, you can still celebrate 3 weeks in. You can celebrate it mid spring.
Another thing to think about is that the other side of the hemisphere may be experiencing the energy you are looking to connect with. If so, work within that paradigm.
Finally, there are people who build platforms entirely off of shaming those who don't know better.
Mostly for views.
You're worth more than a view.
Your practice too.
Blessed whatever energies you need right now 'cause you fucking deserve it.
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missunderstood555 · 2 years
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Luh summary bout my self. So I'm from Miami, FL. I be the baby of the bunch. I have 2 older brothers, and a total of 11 older sisters. 2 of my sisters passed away.. 1 from being a crack baby, and the other recently dying from Alcohol abuse. Grew up really all over the state, but parents "raised" me in a small town in literally the middle of no where in the state of Georgia. SO Floridian mentality, migrated to another state. Not to sound narcissistic, but I've been basically a genius since I came out the womb. I could lift and turn my neck my first 10 minutes on earth. I pretty much remember my entire existence.. even before I could walk. I was always doing shit on my own at such a young age. I remember walking my dog on a leash by myself at only 2 years old. I still did mischievous bad kid shit.. but overall i was pretty smart for an infant. like a black Stewie from Family Guy... or wouldn't that basically be Rollo from the Cleveland show?.... I also have undiagnosed ADHD. I say undiagnosed becuz I've never went to the doctor and got checked, but i know wtf ADHD looks like... it's not brain surgery. Im creative as fuck. I used to draw pretty well for a toddler. Thought about being an animator at one point.. but ya know.. the future ... shit happens.. Growing up i never really knew what i wanted to do with my life. I mean being 9 years old, why should i be worrying about it, but I'm not an ordinary child. SURPRISE i actually grew up with a mother AND FATHER. (black ppl humor). My dad did an amazing job raising me, and teaching me to be a man. Its incredible the job he's done since he himself grew up without a dependable father figure in his life. My dad is like a God to me..i really admire my father..he was never really a good shoulder to cry on tho.. especially my mother. Growing up with both parents, from THEIR pov, of course i was "spoiled", and they got me almost anything i wanted, and i grew up very sheltered. REALITY CHECK... me, and all my siblings hated each other. My parents barely loved each other anymore. the house was falling apart. I Have probably the most dysfunctional family tree you'd ever seen. so yah...aint shit exactly been all peaches n cream. by the time i was 9 i really had started raising myself. I was shitty in school.. got a lot of privileges and most of my childhood taken from me for simply being bad at school subjects, instead of getting me help :). They tried paying for a tutoring center but that shit aint help.. I slowly started to resent my parents for trying to feed me a lifestyle that wasn't for me, and clearly was never really meant for ANY of us. My dad is a semi-successful comedian/entertainer. i say "Semi" becuz he's not exactly a "marketable" character and resulted in getting himself basically black balled in the entertainment industry. And my mom was a Pharmacist at Walgreens. We were what you'd call "Ghetto Fabulous"... shop for Jordans and jewelry at the Flea Market, then go out to eat at Benihanas or sum shit like that...Fake it till you make it, at its fucking finest. My older sister had introduced me to a tv show on adult swim called "Loiter Squad" and if you've seen it id say it was by far very... interesting. I then slowly started to find myself, after looking into Tyler the Creator and Odd Future albums. As my father tried to forbid me from listening, I would sneak and listen at school or when he wasn't home, and grasp every word of this strange ass kids albums. I swear to you, i could've been an Illegitimate member of O.F.. They're music taught me you don't have to grow up and be "mature" and be a people pleaser, to do whatever the fuck makes you happy in life, Question authority, and BE YOURSELF, becuz in the end.. whos there... You. Im 19 yearsold now. To this day i still listen to those albums and they continue to shape me into the Radical, Militant nigga I am.
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divinerulerluvr · 3 years
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Smells Like Teen Spirit
Summary - As you panic about being closer and closer to adult life, you figure you should do something spontaneous.
Pre-death Tate Langdon x fem!reader
Warnings - smut, language, drugs (cocaine), alcohol, no condom sex.
Words - 1.4k
A/N - Let's ignore the logistics of pool sex for a minute here because i think it's hot and its fictional so ignore chlorine or, ya know, science and enjoy it, you horny bastard. Also, coke causes aggression so dont say this is ooc.
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Sitting in my backyard, the only light source was the lights from the fancy pool my parents had installed earlier this summer. Beside me on the other lounge chair is Tate.
It’s late at night and my parents had gone off for a business trip. They’re both lawyers and they often leave me alone here. And since I’m an only child, I spend most of my time alone or with Tate.
I chug back the rest of my beer, this one being the fourth of the night. Tate’s favorite album of all time, Nevermind by Nirvana, plays softly. Today was my seventeenth birthday and I had been having panic attacks all day about how dreadfully close I am to being a legal adult.
“I never do anything fun. I’ve basically wasted my prime teenage years,” I vent to Tate, leaning over the small patio table and snorting a line of the cocaine I had chopped up. I let out a heavy exhale, rubbing my nose.
“You still have a full year, though,” Tate replies, taking the credit card from me and crushing up his own pill to snort. He leans over the table, doing what I had previously done. He leans back, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.
“Yeah. Three hundred sixty-five days left of my supposed “best years” left,” I chuckle dryly, looking out at the illuminated pool. “You do a lot of fun shit,” Tate replies, his blonde hair covering his eyes just slightly.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“You drink, you do drugs, you party--”
“One party. One party and I hated it,” I interrupt. A smile spreads on Tate’s lips. “You’ve been to a party,” he corrects himself. “I mean, are you even a virgin?”
“No,” I reply almost hesitantly as I grab my fifth beer and start drinking it. “See? Your life isn’t boring. You just think it is because it isn’t like the movies,” Tate says, grabbing what I believe to be his fourth beer.
“I know,” I say with a sigh, my head falling back onto the seat I lay on. “It’s just that I feel so… unfulfilled. Like I need to do something dangerous or spontaneous,”
“Then do something spontaneous,” Tate shrugs, his jawline sharpening as he chugs his beer. He pulls the bottle from his lips, panting from how long he was chugging the drink. “This tastes like shit,” he comments under his breath.
I bite my lower lip, reflecting on what Tate said. Something spontaneous…
Standing from the lounge chair, I look down at Tate who looks up at me. “What’re you doing?” he asks me. A smile spreads on my lips as I shrug. “Something spontaneous,”
My hands go to the hem of my shirt and I pull it off, revealing the fact that I didn’t wear a bra. Tate’s eyes widen, clearly never having seen boobs outside of a porno magazine. He watches with intense attention as I pull off my pajama shorts and underwear.
His eyes rake my naked body, making me scoff softly. “Come on, you pervert. Let’s do something spontaneous,” I say, turning around and walking down the warm cement and walk into the pool. By the time I’m in the pool, Tate had already stripped and gotten in behind me.
Tate studies me for a moment, his dark eyes scanning my eyes and briefly my naked body under the water. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I say, a grin on my lips. He shyly nods, a light red covering his cheeks. I wade through the water to get closer to him, closing our distance. “I lied. I am a virgin,” I confess.
He smiles, his hands running down my back under the cool temperature water. He grabs a handful of my ass, causing me to inhale sharply. We keep eye contact, the tension building higher than ever.
“Tate,” I say in a whisper, our bodies slowly getting closer and closer until our chests are touching. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, his hands pulling me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
Our noses graze and he keeps this tension-filled eye contact with me. He was teasing and I knew it. I run my one hand down his chest, feeling his gently toned muscles. The intro to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” plays and I know how Tate gets when this song plays.
Without hesitation, he pulls me into a deep kiss.
His lips were warm and tasted of beer and nicotine. His hands stay hooked under my ass, his nails scratching my skin ever so slightly. I press my body tight against his, my arousal growing like crazy.
We pull apart, panting heavily as we look into each other’s eyes. “Fuck me, Tate,” I pant. He smiles, licking his lips. Our lips meet again, pure lust and ravenous passion filling the kiss. My nails drag down his back as I feel his hand slowly migrate to between my thighs.
My gasp was muffled by his lips on mine as his thumb grazed over my clit. I buck my hips into his hand, my chest heaving. He moves us over to the edge of the pool, pushing me against the paved wall of the pool.
He uses the hand between my legs to guide himself into me, his dick pushing roughly into me under the water. A weak moan leaves my lips, his hand running up my chest and to the curve of my neck where his hand spans over my jaw.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes meeting mine as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into me. My mouth falls open in a soft moan, my eyebrows furrowed as my walls clench around his dick. My hands grab onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into his pale skin.
My legs stay wrapped around his waist, keeping him as close to me as possible. His eyes study my face, his own lips parted as he pants softly. The water ripples around us, the lights in the pool casting a beautiful glow on his face.
“Tate...” I moan, my eyes falling shut as my head falls back. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, causing my eyes to snap open. The stars shine bright in the sky, adding something to the boring, black night sky.
His hand runs up my neck, his middle and ring finger sliding into my mouth through my parted lips. I suck on his fingers, my eyes meeting his lust-filled ones. The loud guitar and drums of the song plays, the more amped the song gets, the more libido Tate gets.
Clearly enjoying the way I suck on his fingers, Tate fucks me harder than I ever thought he could. He was really bringing his best game. My fingers entangle in Tate’s messy hair, tugging at it softly.
He groans, his head falling back slightly. His fingers pull from my mouth, his hand moving under the water and rubbing my clit. I bury my head in the crook of his shoulder, the fresh smell of his skin filling my senses.
His hips continue snapping ruthlessly in and out of me, his pace picking up the closer we both got to finishing. Tate’s lips find my shoulder, peppering soft kisses on my skin before biting and sucking at it to create hickeys.
My arms wrap around his back, holding him close to me as my legs quiver under the water that only reaches our chests. I knew I was close when the world began to spin. If this is what sex always felt like, I understand why people always do it.
It doesn’t take much longer for me to orgasm, either.
With a weak moan, I get sent into orgasmic overdrive. Shivers run through my body as my nerves catch on fire from the feeling of it. I bite onto the soft skin of Tate’s neck, feeling him cum inside of me.
He fucks me through my orgasm, overstimulating me as I finally fall down from the high. Both panting, I pull my head from his neck and look into his eyes. He smiles softly, his cheeks red from his orgasm.
Tate keeps his hold on me, still inside of me as we calm down from the sex. The song crescendos out and the next song begins. “I love it when you’re spontaneous,” he comments, making me laugh softly.
“Yeah. It’s not too bad,”
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rawdogmeharry · 3 years
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will you write something about reader and harry having a 12 year age gap, but fans and everyone are really supportive of their healthy relationship? like they’re so in love. lots of fluff and maybe a tinge of smut? 🥺 love your writing 🥺🥰
old man
or, the one where Harry’s family loves Y/N and he loves her even more.
]part 2: old bones]
sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy babe <3 and thank you very much, that’s lovely to hear!!
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“What d‘ya say, baby, red or white wine?“ Harry ponders, leaning one hip against the kitchen counter and holding up the two dark glass bottles in his hands, showing them to Y/N.
“I dunno, I‘d say red but Anne‘s not really a fan of it, so let‘s just take the white,“ she shrugs her shoulders, little animated hearts dancing around in her eyes from watching Harry look so fucking effortlesly hot for no damn reason. His sheer button-up that shows his vast collection of body ink and the way his black jeans fit snugly on his juicy thighs are the reasons her panties are drenched inside out.
Little does she know, he‘s thinking the exact same thing.
She stands in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a tight, sand colored turtleneck, black bell bottomed pants and the pointed-toe nude Louboutin heels Harry had gotten her for her last birthday, looking like Harry‘s next meal. All he wants to do, is take those pants, shove them down to her thighs, bend her over their glass dining table and bury his face in her cunt and ass.
But, they‘ve got places to be and people to see at the Styles-Twist family gathering.
Dead puppies, grandma boobs, cow udders is all that circles his head because nothing else can bring his boner down.
“Hey, where‘d you go?“ Y/N waves her hand in his face, seeing his spaced out face and eyes weirdly zoned in on her tits.
“Huh?“
“Y‘zoned out on me, Har, y‘okay?“ she slowly walks towards him with her brows furrowed, her heels making a really satisfying noise on the gray kitchen tiles.
“Oh, yeah, ‘m fine, kitty, just thinking ‘bout how pretty y‘are,“ he grins and tugs her in close by her love handles, then gradually migrates his hands down to her ass and gives it a firm squeeze once she‘s fully enclosed in his arms. And about how hard I want to fuck you, you fucking Goddess, he thinks to himself.
“Let‘s go then, bub, don‘ wanna be late. Been a while since we last saw your mum, I‘ve missed her,“ she smiles up at him. “And, wanna get home as soon as possible as well, also been a while since we used those handcuffs, huh?“
Harry watches as she bites her bottom lip and feels her dainty hands stroking up and down his back, and just as he‘s about to ram her against the wall to spank her and remind her how daddy doesn‘t like to be teased like that, she quickly slips out of his embrace and spanks his firm bum, telling him “let‘s go, Har“ and giving him a pointed look as if to silently tell him that she knows exactly what he‘s thinking.
‘‘‘
“Oh, yeah, since ‘m on winter break right now, me ‘n Harry started re-watching Friends, but my old man can barely keep his eyes open past 11, so it‘s been goin‘ really slowly,“ Y/N giggles, and that‘s the only part of the conversation Harry hears as he‘s approaching his lovie and Gemma, the two of them talking alone on the outside bench of Anne‘s back garden.
He feels finally free after hearing his uncle talk about the new corn he‘s been growing and how the high fiber content has really helped with his digestion for the past half an hour, and all he wants to do is throw Y/N over his shoulder, go home and fuck the ever living shit out of her. Maybe they won‘t even make it inside the house, he thinks, maybe he‘ll just take her in the car in the driveway.
“Hey, is the old man you‘re talkin‘ about supposed to be me?“ he pretends to be offended with raised brows and mouth open in mock offense, throwing his arm around his lovie‘s shoulders and leaning against the side of the bench in a hunched over sitting position with his bum right at the edge.
“Well, I don‘ really have any other old men watchin‘ Friends with me,“ she shrugs, her eyes regaining the light they get whenever Harry‘s around.
“Better not,“ he says in a stern tone, expression softening once again as he feels her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly in reassurance.
Then, he hears someone else giggle beside his baby, completely forgetting that Gemma‘s been sitting beside Y/N, because all he sees, knows and breathes is Y/N.
“You guys are so cute,“ Gemma giggles again and Harry notices just how tipsy his sister is from the sparkly look in her eyes, no doubt from the delicious wine set out on Anne‘s kitchen island. “Can I tell you a secret?“
“Go ‘head, Gem,“ he chuckles, brushing his fingers through lovie‘s soft hair, “jus‘ don‘ be mad at me if y‘gonna be embarassed by it for the rest of y‘life.“
“Oh, shut up,“ Gemma rolls her eyes, “I may be drunk, but ‘m not stupid, it‘s nothin‘ embarassing. Jus‘ wanted to tell you both how glad I am you two ended up together.“
“We‘re glad too, Gem, thank you,“ Y/N smiles at her, a fond look taking over her face from the realisation at how lucky she got with her sister-in-law. Or actually, Harry‘s whole family, really, and she feels beyond grateful for how accepted and loved she feels in it.
“No, like, ‘m sayin‘ just-just how grateful I am my brother ended up with someone so amazing, so understanding and just—overall such a great person. Really, at first, me ‘n mum were a bit skeptical because of—you know—the pretty big twelve year age difference and all, and Y/N bein‘ only eighteen when y‘met. But over time when we got to know you, you‘re mature beyond your years and I wouldn‘t wish Harry any other person. ‘M really glad that all the negative comments, looks and hate y‘both got at the start of your relationship didn‘t break you up or put any tiffs between you. Y‘gained the fans‘ trust, didn‘t let them overwhelm you. Just proves that no hardships can separate you‘s, you‘re meant to be.“
And Y/N‘s got tears in her eyes at the end of Gemma‘s mini speech, because she couldn‘t imagine hearing nicer words from her boyfriends family. If everyone genuinely thinks all of this about her, she‘s quite literally the luckiest person in the world.
Harry watches as Y/N doesn‘t hesitate to give Gemma a big, fat hug once she‘s done talking and all he thinks is how right Gemma is.
How right she is by saying that Y/N is the most fucking amazing thing to ever happen to him, how nothing can separate them and how they‘re meant to be. That‘s all  Harry thinks about all day every day, and to think that his sister and probably the rest of his family have the same outlook on their relationship is like putting in the last missing piece of the puzzle.
Y/N pulls away from the hug and subtly wipes at her undereyes, “thank you, Gem. I just-I don‘ really know what else t‘say except thank y‘so much.“
“No, but seriously,“ Gemma grins at the next part she‘s about to say, “jus‘ the other day me and mum were talkin‘ about the adorable little buggers you‘d make with your good genes and all an-“
“Okay, Gem,“ Harry chuckles and takes the almost empty wine glass from her hand, “thank y‘for the kind words, but tha‘s all for tonight, I think.“
Gemma pouts, “hey, why‘d y‘take my wine?“
“C‘mon, let‘s go find Michal, he‘ll know what t‘do with ya,“ Harry smiles at his sister and helps her up from the bench and watches as she uncoordinately trots towards the door, heading inside of the warm house where the rest of his family are chatting away amongst eachother.
He stays behind and quickly leans down to whisper in Y/N‘s ear, gripping her thighs in both of his hands, “bathroom upstairs. In five minutes. Daddy doesn‘t like to wait.“ And walks away, catching up to his sister and leads her away to her boyfriend. He wants her, and he wants her now, because he physically cannot contain all of the love and absolute appreciation he has for her inside of him any longer.
Y/N just sits there with clenched thighs and an irregularly beating heart.
‘‘‘
“Fuck,“ Harry pants against his lovie‘s neck, keeping her hands pinned to the wall above her head by her wrists, “how are you this fucking beautiful, huh?“
“Fuck, please do something, Har,“ she mewls into his ear, desperately wanting to grind against something and longing to feel his cock lodged deep into her pussy.
“That‘s not my name,“ Harry growls and grips her wrists tighter.
“Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me, just-please, do something.“
“God, bunny, y‘drivin‘ me crazy. Can‘t fuck you here, don‘t want m‘family t‘hear you screamin‘ fo‘ daddy to fuck y‘ass harder. Gonna make it home, first. Or halfway.“ He grinds against one of her thighs and his cock is leaking so much precome he‘s sure there‘s gonna be a wet stain on his dark jeans once they get out of this Goddamn bathroom.
“Just stop talking, Daddy,“ she pants out, not really caring for the consequences of talking back to daddy at this exact moment and slots her lips to his own, immediately sucking his tongue into her mouth.
And Harry thinks he‘s gonna let her off for this one, because they both need it so much that the bloody rules daddy made can fuck right off through the window.
He moans into her mouth and takes his tongue out of it, quickly pulling back and looking into her eyes, “put your hand into your panties and feel how wet y‘are for me.“ And let‘s go of her wrists.
She does as she‘s told, feeling so fucking thankful for the small amount of friction she gets from her fingers quickly brushing on her clit as she passes it to her weeping hole and rubs her her pointer finger at the entrance of it.
Taking her hand out of her pants, she shows Harry her shiny, slick fingers coated in her juices.
“Suck on them like you‘d suck my cock.“ He rasps out with his hands put on either side of her head.
She takes them into her mouth and moans at her own mouth-watering taste, sucking her fingers to the back of her throat and gagging on them like she‘d gag on Harry‘s cock.
Harry moans out from the filthy sight and locks their lips together for a final time, “five minutes to say goodbye t‘everyone and then I want y‘in the front seat of m‘car with your pants in the back.“
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justcallmegodsfave · 2 years
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A little hawkzawa dribble
Slightly nsfw (by implication) but like not really anyway, enjoy~
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It was a rare night of peace in Shouta's apartment. There was no homework to grade, no patrol to go on, no work obligations whatsoever. Just a silly little sitcom on the tv and his own thoughts for the evening. He hated it.
He was just about considering just going out on patrol anyway when he got a visitor. The tired man trudged over to his front door before unlocking it to find a stupid bird man with a stupid handsome smug grin on his face.
"A little birdy told me you have the night off Eraser, mind if i pop in to say hey?" Asked Hawks. The hubris of this man. God did Shouta just want to put him in his place. Who does this idiot think he is, not even Hizashi has this much audacity-
His spiraling thoughts were cut off by the bird man walking past him and into his apartment making himself comfortable. 
Keigo kicked off his boots before fluttering into the other hero's living room and moving the cushions and blankets into what Shouta could only describe as a nest and sitting criss-cross applesauce in the middle, patting the space beside him.
Shouta didn’t have the brain capacity to argue and instead just shut the door and wordlessly sat down next to the blond. After a while of sitting in silence he spoke up.
"When the hell did you get so comfortable with me to be able to pull shit like this without shame?" Shouta asked, more from genuine curiosity than actual anger. As much as he made a show of acting like he hated Hawks he rather enjoyed his company, he still found the over the top confidence a little annoying though.
"I don't really know Eraser, I guess I just like your company and I thought you liked mine. After all who could resist this" Keigo playfully nugged the elder in the side with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Twat" Shouta replied, trying to hide the smile on his lips in his capture weapon. The rest of the evening went on much the same. Keigo would flirt with Shouta, and Shouta would roll his eyes and on some occasions reciprocate, flustering Keigo and causing his face and neck to turn more red than the feathers on his back.
It got later and later, they got through multiple films and by this point, Keigo was laid with his head on Shouta's chest, the film long forgotten. 
"Who would've known you had a sense of humor Shouta, ya know you're a funny guy" Keigo chuckled, the two sat up to get more drinks, migrating to the kitchen. 
Shouta felt something in his chest flutter at Keigo using his given name. It sounded so right coming from his mouth, from those lips. Oh those lips- they were so pretty, so very enticing to Shouta. God did he want to see how well they'd fit with his own. His slightly chapped lips with Keigo's perfect pink ones. 
If he said he'd be satisfied with one kiss that would be a lie. Shouta has never been an addict but he has a feeling that one kiss would be enough to get him hooked. Just a taste-
"Shouta?" The blond asked. His head was tilted slightly as he looked up to Shouta, their eyes meeting and lingering on one another.
"Can I kiss you Keigo?" Shouta asked. His dark eyes flicked from the lips that currently held his attention, and Keigo's honey golden eyes. Keigo nodded wordlessly  moving towards the man only for Shouta to stop him.
"I can't hear you, songbird. Use that pretty voice of yours and tell me what you want, hmm?" Shouta spoke, now holding Keigo by his chin which earned a whimper from said man.
"Please kiss me" Keigo pleaded, and so Shouta obliged, closing the distance between them, a smile still playing on his lips.
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britishassistant · 3 years
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Supervillain AU! I formally request the special addition of Yuu’s first kidnapping please.
Thank you for the ask, dear anon!
“Yoo-hoo, Reporter-chan? Wakey-wakey, it’ll be bad for you if you don’t get up soon~”
Yuu shakes their head groggily, the sing-songy voice not helping the pounding in their temple.
“Did someone get the number of the truck that hit me?” They mumble, blinking to try and get their eyes to focus.
“Dammit Deuce, you gave them brain damage.” A familiar, much more annoyed sounding voice said. “Their head’s gonna be all screwy and useless now, dumbass.”
“It was just a lovetap though!” A third voice, also familiar, protested.
The floor finally stopped moving in front of their eyes and Yuu realized some very important things.
One, the floor they were staring at was not the floor of the library where they last remembered being.
Two: Their arms and legs seemed to be tied tight to the arms and legs of an iron garden chair.
Three: There are many odd-looking people standing near them, all in clothes that are too coordinated not to be a uniform but too outlandish to represent a government group of some kind.
Oh Great Seven, Yuu thinks with a rising sort of hysteria. It’s finally happened.
Clowns have come to take me away for not brushing my teeth enough like Mom said when I was little.
“...Are ya sure you didn’t break ‘em?”
“...”
“Deuce.”
Yuu wonders if they should feel offended at being talked around like this.
“Enough of this nonsense!” A hand seizes Yuu’s chin and pulls their head up to face the latest speaker. An imperious-looking young man stands and walks towards the reporter, clicking his fingers. “Three of Clovers.”
A tall man in glasses hands the imperious young man what Yuu recognizes as their wallet. The shorter man glances at the contents disdainfully. “You. First and last name and age, now.”
“Y-Yuu Radcliffe, 23 years.” The reporter stutters, their initial hysteria morphing into a sinking feeling in their gut. If not the clowns, then... “Can I ask who I have the pleasure of talking to?”
“No.” The redhead holding their wallet snaps. “Current occupation and birthday?”
“Field reporter at TWST local news.” They force themselves to relax the fists their hands have balled into. “March 18th.”
Remember what Uncle Divvy always says. Stay calm, act cooperative, do or say whatever you need to to avoid injury. Any supervillains on this level trying to curry favor with or blackmail the dumb bird will have to go through Uncle Divvy first to contact him, and he’ll take care of the rest.
All Yuu needs to do is keep themselves alive until then.
They still can’t help but dread what they know is coming next.
The supervillain seems to notice their distress, and smirks cruelly. He takes his time walking forward and leaning down until he’s on the reporter’s eye level, hands resting on the back of the chair and eyes flicking over their face, almost as if he’s savoring the moment before he makes their life that much more painful.
Yuu braces themselves as he opens his mouth–!
“What is the best type of tea?”
Huh?
“Wait, what? I don’t—” Yuu asks, backpedalling as the supervillain’s face grows stormy at their lack of response. “Uuh...green tea? I guess? I mean, it’s the one I like the most, but I’m more of a coffee or hot cocoa person, so I’m not the best one to ask...”
The person holding their chin sucks in through their teeth and the annoyed familiar voice outside their periphary snickers “Oooh, busted~”
The supervillain is beginning to go as red as his hair, and the reporter can hear his teeth grinding. His hands are now gripping the back of the chair so tight Yuu would almost swear they hear the metal by their ears creak.
“Ri–Royal.” The man with glasses says.
The supervillain inhales and exhales almost violently, until what’s visible of his face under that mask is looking less flushed.
“The correct answer,” He says, voice trembling with emotion. “Was all teas at their due times. To drink green tea instead of rosehip at breakfast, or lemon tea at 8pm...the nerve of your arrogance is astounding!”
Yuu...genuinely isn’t sure how they’re supposed to respond to that. Instead they just go with, “I’m sorry, I’ve never had rosehip or lemon tea. Do you like them?”
“Do I—?!” The supervillain’s mouth works soundlessly, gradually going red again. He pushes off the chair sharply. “I—the ro—i-it’s not a matter of liking!! These are the Rules!! And the Rules must be obeyed!! Three of Clovers!”
“Yes, Royal Flush?” The glasses man asks.
“The reporter is forbidden from having any montblanc after dinner, and will take two cups of lemon tea at 8pm tonight and two cups of rosehip tomorrow at breakfast.” Royal Flush flashes them a cruel smirk. “Consider it a light punishment for your impertinence.”
Yuu blinks. Tries to make sense of what they’ve just heard.
Blinks again.
“You know if you just wanted to ask me out to dinner, I’d have taken a nice invitation or a bouquet. You didn’t need to knock me out and tie me up like this, I’m not that picky. I do have Tinder.”
Glasses guy makes a choking noise and erupts into a coughing fit.
The hand that’s been holding Yuu’s chin migrates to their shoulder for support as its owner lets out an undignified snort and gasps out something that sounds vaguely like “why wasn’t I recording, that was Magicam gold!” as he giggles. He’s a redhead too, but much more orange than his boss.
There’s a sputter of hysterical laughter that has Yuu twisting their head to see the two guys and the cat from the hydroelectric plant, both with these odd-looking metal collars around their necks, but otherwise unharmed. The talking cat is trussed up in so many ropes that it looks more like a bobblehead, also wearing a weird collar.
The third redheaded one is bracing his hands on his knees, wheezing out a litany of “holy shit, holy shit” between chortles. The dark haired one is holding the cat a confused expression, cutting off his friend’s laughter when he turns to ask, “Ace, what’s tinder?”
The momentary silence lets an odd squeaking noise be heard.
One that gradually grows in volume until it’s an outright screech coming from the supervillain in front of them. He’s so red Yuu is honestly worried about his blood pressure, pointing a shaking finger at them.
“I—YOU—YOU—OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!”
Yuu chokes a little at the feeling of cold metal materializing around their neck, dragging their head down with its weight. The supervillain continues screeching, refusing to even look at the reporter. “YOU—! DUNGEON! RIGHT NOW!! NO DESSERTS!! GO!!”
There’s an awkward moment as Royal Flush turns away from them, as if expecting them to get up and walk out of their own accord while his back is to them.
“...So, does that mean you want them to untie me or something, or...?” Yuu wiggles their firmly bound hands and feet for emphasis.
The supervillian makes a sound like a kettle whistling, before he barks out. “Two of Spades! Ace of Hearts! GET them OUT OF MY SIGHT until they’re WILLING to COOPERATE!!”
The dark haired young man quickly shuffles forward, grabs the back of the chair, and drags it and the poor reporter attached to it out of the room and into the corridor. The metal screeches as it moves from carpet to concrete.
“Wh—Two, no, untie them first.” The man with glasses says, despairing, appearing in the doorway. “You’ll mark up the floor otherwise.”
“Ah! Sorry, senpai!” Two looks between the cat in his arms and the knots on the chair, before shoving the cat into the arms of the redhead who answers to “Ace”. Neither of them look happy with this development.
“Fgnah! Quit squeezing, ya jerk!” The cat protests, wriggling as best it can.
“Oh? What’s that? I’m sorry, I just need to make sure that greatest, lamest supervillain in the city doesn’t escape to go setting random crap in the lair on fire again.” Ace says sweetly, grip tightening.
“Tha’s your fault, an’ you know it!” The cat wheezes out, thrashing harder.
Yuu winces. “Hey, quit hurting him. Whatever he did, he doesn’t deserve this.”
The dark haired minion barks out a laugh as he tugs the ropes away from their right wrist while his redheaded counterpart sneers at them.
“Oh really? Bet you’ll change your tune real quick once you learn it’s thanks to him you’re here in the first place.” Ace of Hearts mocks. “Dumb monster sang like a damn canary when Royal pressured him a tiiiny bit, saying it was all your fault his precious ingredient is now in the sewers.”
“Tha’s a lie!” The monster? cat blurts out too quickly for comfort. “It’s all these two morons, I swear!”
“Why you little—“
“I don’t care.” Yuu cuts in before Two of Spades can hit the animal. “I didn’t destroy that thing, but even if none of you said anything, your boss would’ve found out I was involved anyway from watching my report on it on the news. So I don’t care, just-just quit hurting him.”
There’s a tense moment as the two minions stare down at the reporter. They do their best to meet the gazes without flinching.
Then the Ace of Hearts tosses the cat into their lap as the Two of Spades sinks back down to keep working on their ankle. “Fine. Since you like it so much, you can take care of it. Just don’t expect me to cover for your ass—you still owe me for the power plant.”
“I’m sorry?” Yuu curls their free arm around the bundle of rope, fur, and yowling insults and pulls it closer to them. “Shouldn’t that be the other way round?”
“You locked me in a closet with him!” Ace hisses. “Do you know how hard it was to get out before the cops came with him freaking out and messing stuff up?!”
“Oi.” Two shoots him a dark look from where he’s finished untying the reporter’s left hand. “Like you weren’t whining about us being digested until you knocked a broom over!”
“Sh-shut up!”
“Well excuse me for trying to save your lives.” Yuu bites back, rubbing the rope marks on their wrists. “Next time I’ll just run and let the sludge monster eat your unconscious bodies.”
“It’d save us all the trouble of this shit if you did!” Ace spits, jabbing a finger at his collar. “At least then we wouldn’t be on Royal’s shit list!”
Yuu lets the piece of information they were just given marinate in their brain as they glare at him. Well, now what exactly was that supposed to mean?
“Ngh...this knot won’t come loose.” Two says from by the reporter’s left foot.
“How about now?” Replies an unfamiliar voice, as a disembodied hand pulls deftly at a loop in the rope.
“Ah!” Two of Spades brightens up as the rest of the rope falls away. “Thanks a lot—”
The disembodied hand punches him in the face.
Yuu cries out in alarm at the sight of the minion falling backwards into the Ace of Hearts, knocking him down like a bowling pin.
A pair of clawed hands are then scooping them up, extra cat and all, and the reporter finds themself looking at the unsettlingly wide smile and purple cat ears of one of the city’s top heroes, running at full speed while sharpened playing cards whizz past his face and Ace calls out behind them “Senpai! It’s him again!!”
There’s a percussive boom somewhere in the distance, and screams of how the flamingos are loose as the hero winks down at Yuu. “Seems you’re a popular one today, kitten! But let’s get you back to where you where before you were so rudely catnapped, yes?”
“Not so fast, hero!” The orange haired guy choruses from the entrance to the staircase, and—from behind them as well?
The reporter’s heart sinks as more and more versions of the minion keep popping up around them, to the point where the hero is forced to stand on the bannister of the balcony they’re on.
And based on the fact that the hero hasn’t used his invisibility? Intangibility? powers, it’s likely that he can’t use them while holding Yuu and the cat.
They’re surrounded.
“You really can’t keep your paws out of anything that’s mine, can you?” Royal Flush’s tone is clipped as he glares up at the hero.
“Hey R-kun, Three-kun!” The hero pouts, hugging Yuu closer to his chest. “I come a~ll this way to play, only to find you’ve got a nyew toy you’re already playing with without me! How mean! You guys really are cruel!!”
“We’re sorry about that.” Three of Clovers says, edging closer. “If you just hand the reporter over to Four, they’ll be put away and we can all “play” together, no distractions. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
The hero makes a deliberating noise, holding Yuu out and away from him over the drop, tilting his head this way and that.
His grin grows unsettlingly wider.
“Look, R-kun, Three-kun!” The hero calls out. “Nyo hands!”
Wait, what—
The hero’s body vanishes.
Yuu and the monster cat plummet screaming past the illogically winding staircases of the evil lair.
Yuu tries to angle their body so that the frantically crying cat will be shielded from the brunt of the fall—!
“NO!!”
There’s a sound like glass shattering, and a feeling of being enveloped in something soft, cold and buoyant. The two of them bounce a few times and land back on it more gently each time.
Yuu cracks open their eyes to see that they’re seated on a strange, red, jelly-like mass. The cat in their arms tentatively sniffs, and then lunges to take a bite out of their cushion before the reporter can stop him.
“Shtrawberry?” He says through a full mouth. “Tashtes good!”
The reporter grabs him before he can go for another bite, a little thrown by his speed now that collar isn’t weighing him down. But where did this thing come from–?
Yuu looks up.
Royal Flush is leaning dangerously far over the balcony countless flights of stairs above them, one arm outstretched down towards them.
They stare at each other for a moment.
Then clawed hands fasten around Yuu’s waist again with a cheery “Nyow wasn’t that fun?” and Royal Flush visibly tenses and begins screaming things after the escaping hero that are barely legible through his rage.
The hero deposits them both outside the TWST news station with their wallet and phone back in their pockets. He at least helps them untie the monster cat, who promptly declares he just let them protect him, and scarpers.
Of course the hero is gone too when Yuu turns back around, before they can ask him what the hell he was playing at, dropping them like that, was he insane?! If Royal Flush hadn’t interfered...
The reporter has to fight the urge to lose their lunch.
Their boss rushes out and envelopes them in a surprisingly powerful hug, the woman almost lifting the reporter off their feet as she babbles about whether or not Yuu needs a hospital after getting kidnapped by one of the seven major supervillains.
Yuuken is quick to join the embrace with a bear hug of his own. He pulls back, fingers prodding gently at Yuu’s bruised temple and declaring he’ll drive them to hospital to make sure they don’t have a concussion.
He graciously waits until they’re in the car to ask why Yuu smells so much of strawberries.
The reporter can only give a half answer, partly because they don’t want to worry him, and partly because they have another question of their own buzzing incessantly around their brain.
Why was Yuu kidnapped in the first place?
Royal Flush never even mentioned Crowley, despite all the chances he had to do so. Not even an oblique or confusing metaphor or code. Does that mean he’s ignorant of the connection between Yuu and the League?
But if that’s the case, it circles back around to the first question: why kidnap Yuu to begin with?
Somehow the reporter doubts it was to just ask their tea preferences or invite them to dinner.
Those minions referred to that monster as Royal Flush’s “precious ingredient”. Ingredient for what? Is there something that Royal Flush thinks they witnessed that’s integral to a scheme? Did they witness something and just not realize it’s significance?
Yuu’s reporter senses are screaming that there’s a deeper story to uncover here. Yuu’s common sense is screaming that investigating the dangerous plans of the supervillain they’ve just escaped from is a terrible idea.
Though he could have just...let them fall. But he didn’t. And won’t he just kidnap them again regardless?
...
This is a terrible idea.
But if Yuu’s common sense was stronger than their reporter senses, then they wouldn’t be in this city in the first place, would they?
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Chill Out
Characters: Rio x black!reader
Summary: Wine drunk + dancing= a very entertained but annoyed Rio
Warnings: Smut
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEA 💖 @starrynite7114 thank you for being such a great friend. I hope your day is filled with joy 😘 love you, babes! P.S. this was so hard to keep a secret from you lol
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Today you were on a high. You woke up feeling good and the day just kept on getting better. Your friends came over for drinks and gossip. During that time the playlist that was playing in the background had hits after hits, causing y’all to be singing dancing fools.
Eventually, the girls had to leave because it was a school night, but it was perfect timing because as soon as they were leaving Rio came back home.
“You have fun, mama?” He kissed you tasting the wine on your lips. You started getting bolder, nibbling on his lips and neck. Oh, it was about to be one of those nights, Rio thought.
Rio pulled away from you and went to the refrigerator for a water bottle. “Not right now. I wanna watch the game.” He explained, plopping down on the couch.
You tried to hold in your whining. It wasn’t often that Rio got to relax, so left him be. “Do you mind if I play music while I clean up?”
“Nah, you do you. I don’t wanna hear the commentators anyway.”
With his permission you turned the music up. It was a little mix of everything so when Crush started playing you got hyped since you haven’t heard that song in forever.
It's just (aah) a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just (aah) some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la
Rio side-eyed you as you began to sing and dance like every white girl in a 90s movie. “Really? You jamming out to this mess?”
“Rude.” You continued singing and dancing along while you were wiping down the counter. Then the next banger came on and you had to rope Rio in.
Motownphilly's back again
Doin' a little east coast fling
Boyz II Men going off
Not too hard, not too soft
Before you were in the kitchen singing and dancing, but with this new song you migrated to the living room dancing in front of Rio. “What you know about this?” You taunted him while doing the running man.
Rio secretly loved that you were dancing like a fool. You were the sunshine in his gloomy life.
He tried not to crack a smile at your silliness, but he couldn’t help it. “Come here,” he crooked a long finger at you.
Continuing to dance, you shook your head no. He wasn’t about to rain on your parade. “Come here.” Rio repeated with more authority in his voice.
This time you complied and stood between Rio’s legs. Grabbing onto your hips Rio pulled you into his lap. For awhile he massaged your scalp while he just stared at you lovingly.
Rio was the king of building up tension. Usually, you would snap and tell him to hurry up, but that would only make him prolong it. However, you were enjoying it this time. His nose rubbing against yours, his breath tickling your face, his hands running along your body.
Eventually, his lips graced yours. He held your chin as the kiss got a little messier. But as usual it was magical. “I love you,” he smiled at you.
“I love you too.” You kissed him once more before you got up. He smacked your ass as you walked away, enjoying it ripple before he got pulled away by the game. “Be ready as soon as the game is off.”
“Okay, daddy,” you giggled and went off to finish cleaning.
As you continue to clean you continued dancing. During commercial breaks you would dance in front of Rio causing him to roll his eyes like he wasn’t enjoying it. Mostly it was silly dancing, but then the twerk songs started coming on and you couldn’t help yourself.
Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh
Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)
I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)
'Cause she thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she make me stutter
Thankfully it was a commercial break because Rio probably would’ve pushed you out of the way when you started twerking in his face. Instead he gripped a chunk of ass and told you, “Aye, chill with all that.”
“Oh, so Jake from State Farm is more interesting than me?” Rio didn’t say anything for a bit. He just rubbed his bottom lip while his eyes roamed your body. “Girl, you better move before you have my full attention.”
Rolling your eyes you moved out of the way and grabbed you a glass of wine. Fine, if he didn’t want to play, you’ll have fun on your own.
Two wine glasses later and you didn’t give one fuck. You were all up in Rio’s face rapping along with lyrics about using men. Even though, Rio was mostly expressionless you still caught his little quirks of reactions.
“He always asking do I love him? I always be tellin' him, "Uh-uh" I told him he pushing his luck, he better be happy I fucked him.”
“Watch it,” Rio lowly warned you. As usual you paid him no mind and played the next song.
Got more milkshakes than Kelis
Ain't met a nigga who can handle me
I think I should be in museums (hey hey)
'Cause this body a masterpiece (yeah yeah)
Can I fuck ya to a trap beat? (huh huh huh)
He said girl you tryin' to trap me? (Huh huh huh)
Ah hell nah, nigga no I ain't (what what? Uh)
You can hit that door, here go ahead leave (what what? Uh)
Rio couldn’t focus on the game. Between you twerking and rapping in his face, basically saying ‘fuck him’ had him hard as fuck, but he wasn’t about give into you. However, your determination was stronger than his. The last straw though was when you got on the couch popping over ass cheek at a time while looking at him “innocently.”
I wanna bust it on your face
He wanna see my shit squirt like he squeezed it
He finna die by this pussy, he need it
He wanna keep it like lock it and key it
I tell him to bring me my money then beat it
Give a nigga back to the streets, ayy
Even though the song wasn’t your words, it was still a challenge to him. You were directing all that energy to him and you about to get it back ten-fold.
While you were in Meganland, Rio was able to pull your shorts and panties to the side. He didn’t have the time so he pulled his dick out of his pants.
“Rioooo,” you reached back to grab onto his wrists when you felt him split you open. “Nah, what you running for? Remember you were gonna ‘leave this dick up in a casket’?”
Rio loved this song. The moment when he sees the brattiness dies and you become a compliant whimpering mess. Only he could do this. Only he could make this independent, strong woman weak.
“Come on, baby. I thought you ain’t met anyone who can handle you. This sure looks like I’m handling all this shit.” Rio smacked your ass as he looked at your conjoined bodies.
It was too much and too little at the same time. Rio was giving you those long, slow strokes that had you near the edge, but could never quite push you over.
“Please,” you begged, trying to flatten yourself. “Nah, you gonna take this.” Rio pulled your hips up and got a tight grip on them to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.
“Please let me cum, Rio. I’ll be good. I promise.” Your man chuckled, making you want to cry. He either wasn’t in a forgiving mood or he was gonna make you work for it.
Grabbing you by your chin, Rio turned your face towards him. Instinctively, he stuck some of his fingers in your mouth. “You want cum, huh?”
“Mmmhmm,” you nodded, gently sucking on his fingers.
“Why should I? You wouldn’t let me watch the game.”
“Because I’ll make you feel good, daddy.” Rio smiled at you before he bent down and kissed you while wrapping his arm around your body to start rubbing your clit. “Cum on this dick, bitch.” He whispered into your ear.
Rio sped up his pace a bit and you were going crazy, yelling out his name. “Rio, Rio, tak-, tak-, take me to the room. I’m gonna squirt.”
“So?” His voice was strained letting you know he was close to finishing. “I’m gonna ruin the couch.”
“Fuck this couch. I’ll buy another. Now cum on this dick. I’m trying to finish the game.”
With his permission, you soaked Rio’s clothes and the couch and not too long after you felt his seed coat your walls.
“Shit, I love you,” you smile tiredly as you laid your head against the armrest.
“Uh-huh, get up and take all your clothes off.” Rio pulled out of you and smacked your butt. You were about to object, but when you saw the look on his face, you quickly undressed.
For a moment, Rio forgot what he wanted you to do. Your body always hypnotized him. He just stared at you with his lip tucked in between his teeth. “Come sit on this dick, mama.”
Ugh, he wanted you to ride? You didn’t have the energy for that, but you listened anyway. Facing the tv, you sank down on his dick causing you both to moan in unison.
You began to bounce up and down, but Rio stilled your hips. “Nah, you ain’t gotta do all that.” Thank god, he was gonna do all the work. “You’re gonna sit here and be still while finish watching the game.”
“Huh?” He couldn’t be serious.
“Yeah, you heard me,” Rio closed your dropped jaw. “And if you move I’ll watch the next game even though I don’t give a fuck about that team.”
Rio didn’t give you a chance to object. He turned on the tv and ignored. Guess you should’ve chilled out earlier.
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