#also is my signature down there disruptive or

[aemrsy]

booze n' loving

a\n: can we pls appreciate the fact that the picture in the middle is jake and johnnie's actual kitchen because it's the inspiration behind the entire fic 😭

summary: you drink a little too much while partying but thankfully the party is at your boyfriend johnnie's house

tw: drinking, being drunk

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the floor of your room was a mess due to the tornado that had happened in your closet whenever you were picking out your outfit.

you were sitting amongst the mess of clothes on the floor doing your makeup in the mirror you truly believed that if your not doing your makeup on the floor you're not doing it right.

you had paramore playing in the background but the music was disrupted by a ding you looked down at your phone, it was tara.

hey love, i'm on my way to urs x

9:57

drive safe x

9:57

you put your phone down in your lap finishing up your makeup. you and tara had a party to go to tonight at jake and johnnie's, this would be the first party you've gone to in a minute so you were a little nervous but the fact that it was at your boyfriend's house made you feel a lot more comfortable.

you knew you'd probably end up spending the night there so you packed up all your little essentials in a small bag.

you got up off the floor taking one good look at yourself before smiling and tucking a hair behind your hair.

you got a call from tara indicating that she had arrived so you hurried to the front door.

her blindingly pink car was indeed there she smiled as she motioned for you to come and get in.

you got in the car before giving tara one of those awkward car hugs. her hair smelled like her signature perfume and she was wearing the glasses she had stolen from you last time she came over.

"tar, you smell amazing"

she giggled her laugh was always so contagious

"babe you look amazing..tonight is gonna be so great i can't wait"

you nodded in excitement. tara's phone was connected to the car's bluetooth but she wasn't playing anything it was quiet but it was a comfortable slince that's until it was disrupted by tara's phone ringing on the car's speaker.

"dude did you pick up y/n yet?"

it was jake you could hear the chattering and loud music in the background

"yeah we're on our way we'll be there in about 5 minutes?"

she said in a question-esque tone

"mkay drive safe"

he hung up and the rest of the car ride was nice and quiet

you made it there and tara ran in immediately this was her scene she's definitely a party girl at heart.

you on the other hand walked in and scanned the room searching for johnnie, the kitchen counter was cluttered with drinks and you saw a few familiar faces before seeing your boyfriend leaning against the edge of the counter your face lit up as you approached him.

he grabbed you by the waist and you gave him a soft peck on the lips

"hey baby"

he said looking at you sweetly

"hey handsome"

you giggled as he peppered your neck in kisses still holding onto your waist. he smelled like cologne and jack daniels.

"i need a drink"

you said before turning around to face the counter fixing yourself a jack and coke.

one turned into two and three and now it had been four you were wasted out of your mind but it was a fun kind of wasted you felt so loose and comfortable just free.

you were by the pool table dancing with tara she also wasted out of her mind you guys were laughing at absolutely everything and everyone. a couple hours had passed since you guys had arrived it was definitely somwhere in the am's right now.

your horrible dancing and obnoxious giggling was interrupted by your boyfriend pulling your fifth drink out of your hands.

"okay.. i think that's enough sweetheart"

he said chuckling, you looked up at him and gave him a big goofy smile.

"johnnieeeeee"

you said as you practically fell into his arms he held you up gently tucking stray hairs out of your face.

you noticed jake walk outside probably for a smoke you weren't a smoker but let's be real drunk cigarettes don't count and a smoke sounds really good right about now.

you stumbled out of johnnie's arms after excusing yourself and made your way over to jake in the balcony. johnnie sighed following you to the balcony leaving tara to mingle with everyone else.

"hey jakee"

you said slurring your words and stretching your e's

"woah nelly, someone's out of it"

he said in his southern-esque accent with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"you got another one of those?"

before jake had a chance to reply johnnie came up behind you handing you water and told you to drink up. you weren't a big drinker it was very rare that you'd drink like this but it wasn't a cause for concern you were just trying to have fun.

you gave in and chugged down some water. he pulled you in and kissed you on the forehead.

jake stood there puffing on his cigarette he gave johnnie a look and motioned that he should take you back inside before you go asking anyone else for cigarettes.

johnnie did as he was told the party got quiter people were leaving. you and johnnie cuddled up on the couch he was stroking your hair while talking to someone on the other side of the couch you could feel yourself slowly drifting to sleep.

you woke up later to the house being almost completely empty but you and johnnie were still in the same spot on the couch you looked up at him before speaking.

"hey where's everyone?"

you got up looking around holding your head that was throbbing with a headache.

"they left babe, you drank a little too much and fell asleep on me i didn't wanna wake you up so i just let you."

you groaned laying back on him

"can we go up to your room? i'm sleepy."

you said still slurring your words, he got up taking your hand in his you both walked up to his room you kicked off your boots and opened johnnie's closet picking out a band shirt you stripped to your bra and panties and slipped the t-shirt over your head you fell onto the bed and let out a satisfied sigh.

johnnie followed after you the two of you got under the sheets he was rubbing circles around your back as you nuzzled your head into his chest and drifted off once again into a comfortable sleep.

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#jake and johnnie #johnnie and jake #jake webber #jake webber x reader #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #tara yummy x reader #tara yummy #johnnie guilbert x you #the tinas

[sixosix]

hii, been a while since I've been on tumblr now and i came just in time for ur event 😭 also i realised thawed has gotten a lot of updates and im SOO happy because now i can binge ‼️ can i request lyney and 'eyeliner' for the event :33

also congrats on hitting 5k, and a happy bday in advance to the lyney writer EVER i came back and reread sleight of hand immediately sorry that is exactly the kind of person i am (sixosix writing consumer and injector (what is that)) 💗💗

you are so SWEET thank you so much!!! im sorry i took so long to get to ur req but i hope u see this and like it!! <3

warning ?? wc 500, this is so stupid but a little bit of possessiveness(?) and its very intimate looool

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

You cradled Lyney’s chin gently, tilting his head upward. His breath hitched, but he didn’t move as you instructed. The ink for this eyeliner was the type that was really hard to rub off, and he had a show in about ten minutes.

It was a little distracting—Lyney’s eyelids fluttered, restless, as if his pupils were still tracing your every move even with them closed. You cursed, willing your hands to stop trembling.

“You okay?” Lyney murmured, his breath hot on your face.

“Mm. Hold on,” you whispered, flicking your fingers and crafting a precise line. As the ink glistened freshly, you gently blew on his eyes, cooling the area with a light breeze. His lips curved into a smile as he held onto your waist. “Open.”

His eyes looked sharper with eyeliner, but you’d shudder under his gaze even without them. Up close, however, it was easy to get distracted by how the purple of his eyes sparkled, looking at you as if you were all he could see. Well, with you all but straddling his lap, maybe that really was the case.

You wriggled off, but Lyney’s hand never left your waist, even as you reached for a hand mirror. Lyney only glanced before grinning up at you.

“Perfect as always,” Lyney praised, pulling you down to press a kiss on your chin. 

You laughed and halfheartedly pushed him off. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

“I’m also putting makeup on you,” Lyney argued, pushing on your neck until your noses are touching. “Don’t move.”

He reached for the eyeliner in your hand, examined it curiously, and then looked at your face. How was it fair that he looked so good under the harsh spotlight and in the dim lighting backstage?

“Do you know how?” you asked.

“I don’t need to,” he said, yet pointed the tip on your neck.

Confused, you bared your skin to avoid getting the ink on your clothes. The waterproof, smudge-proof formula was no joke. Lyney had this dangerous glint in his eyes as the brush made contact with your neck—it was cold on your skin, in contrast to Lyney’s warm hand holding your face, but you held in a shiver to not disrupt him.

He seemed to be drawing shapes and long lines. It was hard to see even with the mirror behind Lyney, with his head blocking the view, but seeing how close you two were felt so intimate. You squirmed, darting your gaze to anywhere but how Lyney’s eyes were zeroed in on your neck.

“There,” Lyney whispered.

He slid out of the way for you to check his masterpiece, your neck bared to the mirror and having a perfect view of Lyney’s signature inked on your skin. You found yourself laughing at Lyney’s proud smile. 

“Idiot,” you reprimanded, but was feeling so flustered. “Don’t look so proud.”

Lyney whistled lowly, and his grin spread over his face. “Well, look at the time. We can’t do anything about that right now—I’ll see you after the show?”

#606: 5K EVENT #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n

[lowkeycasanova]

the feminine urge to disrupt his peace

inspired by this post

trafalgar law x reader

He'd just come out of the shower, robe wrapped around his waist, as he fumbles through his belongings. His signature hate, the one he holds dear, seems to have vanished. Panic seizes him as he frantically searches his stuff, until his eyes catch a sight. There you stand, in front of the mirror in the bedroom, donning his hat as you admire yourself with it. Your eyes catch his in the mirror and you turn around with a mischevous smirk dancing on your lips, as if you wanted him to find you with it. Law's initial anxiety is now replaced by relief that his hat isn't actually missing, but also, frustration with you.

"What are you doing with my hat?" he grumbles, his voice tinged with irritation as he strides towards you.

"Oh, this old thing?" you say playfully, adjusting it on your head. "I thought I'd borrow it for a while. Don't you think it suits me?"

His scowel deepens, his annoyance evident on his brows. "Give it back." He demands in a firm tone.

You only giggle, looking back into the mirror. "Come on Law, you have to admit it looks cute on me." you reply and that's when you take notice of is hair. His dark hair still slightly damp and wavy, strands falling near his eyes and stiking up in other directions. "Your hair looks so good. You should actually wear it out more."

Law rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to reach out and snatch the hat from your head. "I don't care how it looks on you. It's mine and I want it back."

You pout, feigning innocence. "You sure? Because I might just keep it."

He sighs in exasperation. "You're impossible." he mumbles. "Just give it already."

With a laugh, you relent, removing the hat and giving it back to him. "Fine, fine." you say grinnning up at him. "But you have to admit, it's a good look for me."

He takes the hat with a mock glare, but there's a softness in his eyes that peeks through.

"Don't make a habit out of stealing my stuff."

You chuckle and press a quick kiss to his cheek. "No promises." you tease and head for the door.

"Oh and by the way," you started and he turns to you once more. "You should probably wash it." Uttering that last part and darting out the door before he can get a word out.

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Amidst the strategic discussions and boisterous exchanges amongst the crew on the Polar Tang, Law finds himself caught in a subtle game of flirtation. You sit across the table, your gaze lingering on him with a hint of playful allure. Each time your eyes meet his, it's like a tiny spark ignites within him, sending a flurry of emotions through his usually composed demeanor.

With a look measuring him up and down and softly biting your bottom lip, Law clears his throat, trying to regain his focus at the task on hand, but your continued glances make it difficult. With each exchanged look, his heart quickens its pace. A sensation both frustatiing and exhilarating. He discreetly grits his teeth, silently cursing at the distraction you pose, even as he tries to fight the faintest hint of a smile threatening to betray him.

The Shachi and Penguin notice his unusual behavior, exchanging puzzled expressions as Law clears his throat and shifts in his seat more than normal. Ikkaku, on the other hand, caught in quick, and is slightly amused by the dyanamic unfolding in front of her.

With a sly smirk, you cross your arms over your chest, charmed at the fact that yet again, you've gotten under his skin.

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"Traffy!!"

Your voice rings out throughout these metal walls, echoing with a familiarity that sends a shiver down Law's spine. He paused mid-action, his hand hovering over the papers scattered across his desk.

"Traffy?" you questioned as you looked up and down the corridors for him. The way it easily rolled off your tongue unnerved him.

He never expected to hear that come from your mouth.

It's official. You've been spending too much time with the straw hats.

He doesn't answer to your call, because there's just no way you just called him that, but you end up spotting him in the office.

"Hey, there you are." you smiled as you casually leaned against the doorframe.

He tried to control the sigh that came out of his mouth. "What do you want, Y/N-ya?"

"Oh, nothing. Just looking to see what you're up to."

You were making a conscious, deliberate effort to call him 'traffy", as you had never done it before. Just wanted to see how he'd react, is all. And based on the roll of his eyes, you grinned, knowing you had struck a nerve.

#one piece x reader #trafalgar law fluff #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar law fanfiction #law x you #trafalgar law x y/n

[sugar-omi]

Ello! Could you do Mornings with Cove, Derek, and Baxter? Fem! MC, plz!

the boys are so sappy n in love w you/mc it's SICK also does anyone else have trouble keeping their bonnet/scarf on bc i don't even bother anymore, n i alrdy tried the hair pins. it worked once n then never again i sleep like a wild animal istg ANYWAY!! enjoy anon! i'm so sorry it took so long<333

tags : Fluff, fem/afab reader (use of girl, ma'am, wife), multiple choice dialogue, every scenario has different tags bc it's easier for me that way👍, newly established relationship (derek/baxter), marrying cove

[scenarios in order of cove>baxter>derek]

synopsis : how you spend your mornings with the boys

tags : step 3 / in between step 3-4, you proposed to cove at the end of summer, eloping, moving in together

you're slow to wake up, rolling over and taking all the sheets with you.

you huff and try to untangle the sheets from under body and around your leg... once you're comfortable enough you pull your dangling pillow back onto the bed.

you reach over for cove, wanting to be close to your new husband.

"cove?" you finally open your eyes and search around the room. it's empty. well, save for the boxes and the new mattress on the middle of the floor where you slept together last night.

before you can call out again you hear some clinking and the sound of a sink running.

begrudgingly, you leave your nest of blankets in search of cove. it was worthless to stay in bed if he wasn't there.

first though you should wash up a bit, moving all those boxes had you so tired and you slept good.

you creep up behind cove, you already know he's heard you, but between the sizzling of the pan and the messy playlist terry oh so graciously made for you two.

determining there's not danger of one of you getting hurt by the hot pan in the case cove flinches, you wrap your arms around cove.

"oh-!" cove tenses up, putting a hand on your arm.

he laughs when you mumble "good morning" into his back, still sleepy and you almost fall asleep with your head leaned against him. cove is so comforting...

"don't fall asleep back there, i'm almost done cooking." cove's voice rumbles through you, disrupting your nodding head.

"mhm..." you slink over to the couch. it's crooked and in the middle of the room, all but thrown haphazardly in the room by the movers.

you blink, watching the trees sway and cars zoom by.

you're not in the heart of the city, but you're certainly not out in the middle of nearly nowhere like sunset bird.

"here ya go." the plate comes into view, startling you from your daydream.

you mumble your thanks, suddenly realizing how hungry you are. the meal is simple enough and made from whatever snacks and foods you took from your parents' house that are signaturely yours, but there's toast on the side and that's all that matters.

you eat in silence, propping up your computer on some boxes and watching a video, and after you're done eating, you continue down the funny animal rabbit hole.

"this is nice." you say suddenly, whispered almost.

"hey, that's my line." cove teases and you two share lazy wolfish grins. "no~, your line is saying that i'm nice." you correct, proving your innocence.

"so i'm not nice?" cove lays out a trap and you willingly fall into it.

"you are nice, very nice." you lean in to steal a peck, to which cove takes more. when you pull away, you can't help but laugh about it, it's cute how cove always wants more affection from you.

"i'm just saying, it's nice to be with you like this." you flush, suddenly aware of how embarrassing this is to admit. "y'know, being married and living together, 'n all that stuff..." you trail off, glancing off to the side as you let cove process what you said with a flustered face.

suddenly, his arms tighten around you and you look up to see him teary eyed.

"i'm happy too!"

you laugh, reaching up to wipe his tears away. "good."

cove sniffles, his voice thick from crying but also from affection. "i really liked waking up to you today, it was.. nice."

cove's blush must have been contagious because you felt your own face get hot. "i can't say the same since you were missing, but it was nice sleeping together. and we get to do it everyday and every night."

cove laugh, looking off to the side from being embarrassed at your admissions. "sorry, i was just so happy i wanted to surprise you in bed, but you got up before i could get back."

you smile, curling your fingers in his hair. "well, we got our whole lives for that."

you could practically see the hearts popping off cove, "will you wait for me to bring you breakfast tomorrow?"

you laugh, "sure cove."

cove puffs up, happy with every second that goes by. "what do you want to eat? we can go out shopping today. i really want to try this new flavor of juice i saw a few days ago, it's strawberry something..." cove rambles and you let him go on, agreeing and adding onto the verbal list.

eventually, cove pulls out his phone to write this down and you whisper, full of tenderness. "we're being domestic again, but it's for real this time since we're living together."

cove squeaks, unable to hide his face since his hands are holding his phone tight, trying not to drop it on you. "w-we are, aren't we?" cove laugh, happy again.

"thank you for agreeing to marry me."

cove blinks at you, surprised before he laughs. "you're doing it again."

"what?!" you sit up, grinning even though you're taking up a stance. "you've said that twice, what's that supposed to mean!"

cove shrugs, leaving you hanging. he hooks his arms around your neck, eyes full of love. "as if i'd ever say no, i mean.. i never really thought about getting married, but... well, i wouldn't marry anyone else."

you blink away tears, leaning down to capture cove in a kiss.

he hums happily, letting you slide your hand up his shirt when you get lost in each others lips before you pull away.

"let's elope."

"wh-what?!" cove scrambles, forcing you to sit up but he can't go anywhere with you on top of his lap.

"elope, let's get eloped." you repeat, suddenly embarrassed.

cove coughs, "right now?!"

you nod before you back track, "i mean.. unless you don't want to! i can wait, i'm just so happy that it came out..."

it's silent for a moment, and cove is trying to get his temperature down before he explodes..

"let's do it."

you snap your neck to look at him, "huh?"

cove is flustered and sweating a bit "let's elope.." he finally looks at you instead of his hands. "i can't wait either, and i mean.. we're going to be husband and wife anyway so, why not..?"

you grin, "okay! um- i'll get ready then." you stop, realizing there's some things that should be done before hand, "oh, maybe we should call our parents?"

cove nods, giving a strained smile. "they're gonna tease us again.."

you take his hand, "thats okay. we'll suffer together." cove pushes your shoulder with his and rolls his eyes.

"yeah, you're right. we got this."

tags : (after) step 4, multiple dialogue choice for poc readers/readers w different hair length/upkeep

you stir, your dream disturbed by someone shuffling and squirming and a hand on your cheek.

slowly letting your dream go, regrettably since it was just getting interesting, and blink sleepily at the mess of black hair beside you.

you groan, turning your head to hide it in the pillow.

"why are you up? it's not even 11 yet..." you grumble, slipping baxter's phone back under the pillow. it must've ended up there somehow after you two fell asleep in the middle of your youtube binge, and until you're ready to get up it'll stay there.

"just admiring you."

you smile, peeking at him. "no way, you're jus' saying stuff."

baxter looks so tender, his hand moving from your cheek to hold your hand. "i'm serious. you're the prettiest girl in the world."

a coy, wolfish smile comes on his face, "even if-

-your hair is sticking up on one side." you fly upright, covering your hair with your hands.

-your hair is kinda sticking up." you fly upright, snatching up your bonnet/scarf that came off in the middle of the night and fixing it.

-you drool in your sleep." you jump, rubbing your mouth to wipe away the tacky spit.

you huff as baxter chuckles away, "sorry i- ack!"

you slap baxter with the pillow, throwing the sheets away and running to the bathroom to wash up. "laugh it up! you're worse than me, y'know?"

baxter finally sits up, showing you his own messy hair do. it's flat on one side. you stifle a cackle.

he gazes at you softly, sleep and love softening his features. "i'm pas' that."

you don't bother closing the bathroom door, knowing baxter is slow on your tail. "you put salt in your coffee yesterday. are ya sure about that?"

you turn on the shower, letting the water warm up while you brush your teeth.

baxter finally comes behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek.

you hum, pleased.

baxter gazes at you through the mirror, addressing you through it. "i love you."

you feel warm, your heart skipping and beating fast at the overwhelming affection from him today. "i love you too."

baxter kisses your cheek, looking up at you through his eyelashes. "so, can i join your shower?"

"only if you behave, pepe-le-pew." you pinch baxter's cheek, grinning at how he scrunches up his face.

while you get ready for the shower, making the water warm enough for the both of you.

usually you take hot showers, but last time baxter turned red so lukewarm would have to do.

usually you take cold showers, but baxter just shook in the corner of the shower before he jumped under some hot water to warm up.

you two take showers together often, this was good bonding time for you two.

"wash my hair for me?" baxter asks, sliding up behind you.

"sure." you switch spots so baxter can get his hair wet. it's a tight fit since this shower isn't meant for two, but you make it work. it was better than the bathtub anyway, that was its own problem...

baxter sits on the stool, something you finally put in since it was straining, having to bend down every time.

"don't get shampoo in my mouth again." baxter cackles, trying not to laugh as you massage the shampoo in his hair.

"that was an accident!" you defend, "and it was your fault! you wouldn't stop laughing and talking while i was washing your hair out!"

"is that so?" baxter's suave voice echos throughout the bathroom. the sound makes you shiver.

"yeah 'that's so'! you play around too much!" you laugh and mock. "now stop talking, i'm gonna wash it out."

baxter willingly shuts his mouth, letting you tip his head back and detach the shower head to wash the shampoo out.

this gives you a good view of his face. truthfully, there are not many times when baxter is quiet, witty and flirty words always coming from his mouth, and his face is always lined with a lazy lopsided smile.

so seeing him like this, with his face relaxed and his shoulders sagging as he lets you work your hands through his hair.

"you can open your eyes now." you wipe baxter's face with your hand to get the water off his face, pushing his hair back.

baxter blinks, getting used to the change of light. he takes the shower head from your hands so he can hold your hand and he smiles, coy and mischievous. "hey there, beautiful, come here often?"

you roll your eyes, ignoring the flush coming over you. "shut up."

baxter laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your stomach, watching you.

"what're you looking at?" you feel so flustered from baxter being so soft and tender this morning.

"you." baxter intertwines your fingers. "you're the prettiest girl in the world."

you crumble, leaning over him. "can't you just say 'i love you' like a normal person.."

baxter smiles his signature lopsided grin, "nope." he says, popping the 'p'.

you two sit for a moment in silence, wrapped up in each other.

"i love you too. even though you're silly." you mumble, moving to grab baxter's face.

"i think you're helping me to look silly," he tries to smile but you're squishing his cheeks. "i love you more though."

"as if." you lean down to kiss his forehead, then his nose, which if he could, there'd be a happy tail swinging behind him. before you finally meet his lips, letting him take more than you were going to give.

"okay bax," you laugh, pushing his shoulders. "enough kisses, the waters getting cold."

his loopy, lovesick grin turns wolfish, "i'll warm you up."

baxter starts to trail his hands along your hips, going from sensual to playful as he starts tickling your sides.

you squeal, holding onto his wrists. "stop it!" you squirm, laughter echoing throughout the shower..

tags : (after) step 4, clingy derek, reader can cook, Encanto movie mentioned (that movie SLAPPED), reader gives derek a massage

it would be a meriacle you woke up before derek if it wasn't already coming up to 2pm.

you don't usually get up this late, but you and Derek had been up having fun and watching the sunrise just for the hell of it, that it ended up happening.

you yawn and stretch, looking at the expanse of derek's muscled back as you consider if kts worth getting up or not.

'mm, i could make him breakfast..'

now that was an idea. finally setting that as your goal, you throw off the sheets and manage to creep out the room as quietly and as quickly as possible.

you may not be the next gordon ramsay, but you at least knew your way around the kitchen. so once scrounging up some eggs and vegetables, you set onto making an omelet.

which... is harder than it looks. and the first one isn't instgram worthy for sure. looks like you'll be taking that one...

you start humming to the music you have playing quietly, swaying from side to side in place as you expertly (at least in your opinion) shimmy the spatula under the omlete to flip it.

then, right as you give a small "aha!" at your success, a sleepy, gravelly call of your name comes from the hallway.

"y/n..? where are ya?"

you bristle, looking around the disordered kitchen panicked. "kitchen! don't come in!"

you curse, taking the pan off the stove and turning off the eye quickly as you slide into the hallway. you thank derek's sleepy movement since otherwise he would've found you out already if he wasn't ready to collapse where he stood.

he blinks, rubbing his eyes. "what's going on? you need help?"

you start pushing on his chest. "no! i can handle everything here, so just go to bed, and I'll be right there, okay?"

derek laughs, letting you push him back towards the bedroom, "i mean sure but what're you-"

"nope! no questions! just go back to bed and wait for me. if you come out before i'm ready, a punishment is in order!" you nag, crossing your arms as derek gets back into bed.

"kinky."

you huff and roll your eyes, trying not to show your amusement. being half asleep also turns off half of derek's filter..

you lean over, roughly tucking him in much to his delight. "now stay here." you kiss his head before you run off, shutting the door 3/4ths of the way before you throw it back open to glare at him.

"i mean it."

derek laughs, his eyes droopy again already. "yes ma'am."

you shut the door and skip down the hall, hurrying to fix the rest of your and derek's breakfast before the omletes get cold.

bustling around the kitchen, trying to keep things neat as you go, but the stack of dishes in the sink and fallen egg shell you quickly pick up says there was a disaster happening here.

in the end, though, you find the nicest plates derek has here and a food tray before you plate up the food with care, even cutting and peeling some fruit on the side to go with your choice of yogurt or oatmeal, before making your way to the bedroom, humming.

you're happy you got to do something nice for derek, even though it almost went up in ruins a few times. be it from derek almost walking in, the questionably shaped omelet, or almost getting orange juice in your eye when peeling.

you somehow balance the tray well enough to open the door, and before you can give a loud and playfully formal announcement that food is ready, you realize derek is asleep.

he looks so serene, arm stretched out on your side of the bed and the sunlight hitting his back nicely.

you smile, creeping up and sitting the tray down carefully. equally as careful, you ease yourself onto the bed, petting derek's hair as you debate waking him up or not.

you push his hair off his forehead. his hair feels and looks so different when it's not gelled up in his signature style, he still looks handsome like this though, maybe even more-so.

"mmm, tha' you y/n?" derek takes your hand out of his hair and into his, loosely holding your hand.

"yeah. i made you breakfast but if you're too tired we can eat later." you kiss his hand.

derek hums, a dopey smile coming on his face. "i could eat." derek sits up, stretching with a groan and slumping against the pillows, trying to wake himself up.

you present the tray, popping the legs and situation it between you two so you can eat as well.

"oh that's so sad, he just wants to eat with his family.." you fret, absent-mindedly playing with derek's hair.

derek hums, mumbling something.

you look down at him, thinking derek looks like an sleepy pup that thinks he's still a lap dog. derek is much bigger than when you guys were kids, something you still can't get used to some days.

"you falling asleep?" you push his hair back, showing derek's droopy eyes.

he squirms, still keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. "no.." derek yawns, burying his face into your stomach.

you laugh, tugging on little strands of derek's hair, that elicit a low, gravelly hum from him.

"okay, tell me if you want anything." you lean down, trying to kiss derek but the position just strains your neck and back.

derek looks up, peaking at you and smiling when he sees your pouty lips. he leans up, holding the back of your head as he gives you a few soft kisses that he can't help but smile through.

you smile back at him. "lay down with me.." derek purrs, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"i'm trying to watch the movie!" you laugh, derek already pulling you down the bed so you can lay with him.

"and you can watch it from my arms." derek snuggles into your neck, kissing the back of your neck which makes you shiver and laugh.

at some point near the end of the movie you ended up falling asleep, much to your disappointment.

you smack your lips, "dang it..." you fumble for the remote in the sheets, finding it at the end of the bed, only saved by the foot board.

while you start rewinding the movie, derek walks back in.

you perk up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. "derek!" your voice is thick with sleep and your head feels cloudy still from dreamland but seeing derek makes you feel a bit excited.

"you're awake." derek comes to your side, rubbing the towel over his head. you hum, "did you fall asleep too?" you prop yourself on your knees to help derek dry off, "i slept through the ending..." you pout.

derek laughs, "we can watch it together. do you think we can start over? i wasn't paying attention earlier..." derek admits sheepishly.

you nod, then realize derek probably didn't see you before he turned around so you said yes.

while derek looks for clothes you respond to lee's spam texts about something or other.

you're in the middle of typing out another response to respond to your cousins fangirling when derek groans and sighs.

derek slumps over, rubbing his neck.

"you okay, baby?"

derek startles a bit, turning to look at you sheepishly. "yeah, i'm fine."

you roll your eyes and send a quick "brb" text before throwing the phone somewhere on the bed. "no you're not. are you stiff? sore?"

derek comes closer to you, kneeling on the rug so he can hug your waist. "a bit.. guess i've been going to hard on arm day." you both laugh.

"yeah, i don't think those guns need to het any bigger." you laugh, curling your fingers in his hair. "oh! how about i give you a massage?"

derek looks at you with wide eyes, "you can do that?"

you shrug. "i'm not a professional, but it might help. do you want me to?" derek nods, a bit too enthusiastic, which makes him blush and clear his throat. "if you don't mind.."

you shake your head and push derek's shoulders so you can stand up, "not at all, wait here.."

it takes a moment to find the lotion, a con of having moved into a new place: everything is in an odd place.

you don't keep any oil or anything like that that would be more appropriate, so this would have to do.

derek is a bit awkward at first, but once you put on some music for yourself so you can focus, derek starts watching the animal tiktok's your friends were spamming in the group chat, occasionally apologizing for his laughter making your body bounce.

you're happy and share a few laughs and idle conversations between the two of you. you don't really know what you're doing, and mostly following a few tips from online.

derek sighs, sinking into the mattress. "that's good..."

your hands smooth over his back, spreading the lotion down to the small of his back and kneading a bit.

satisfied now that derek looks relaxed and you've done the best you can to make your lover feel better, you lean over to kiss the back of his neck. "there you go, baby."

derek hums, and you move around to lay beside him. "thank you. i feel so much better." derek nuzzles into your neck, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in.

you laugh at derek's clinginess, wrapping your arms around his back as well. "i'm glad, i wasn't really sure what i was doing."

derek starts peppering kisses all over your face, both of you smiling and laughing.

eventually, derek pulls away, having flipped you over and is gazing down at you, his eyes full of love and are a bit glassy. "thanks for taking care of me today. you're amazing..."

you reach up to cup his cheeks, "you're worth it, you need to be taken care of."

derek laughs, tears gathering on his lashes. he tucks his face into your neck, completely wrapping his body around your own. "i love you so much."

you brighten, surprised but happy with derek's declaration. that's the first time either of you have said the L-word.

"i love you too, derek."

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[dragongirltongue]

Why do you sign your posts with an image? It's fairly large and disruptive on mobile

It's part of my brand and the followers who regularly talk to me love it.

Plus I've already reduced my typing quirk as much as I would rather double down on it at all times I think it's fair I get to keep my signature.

also given that this is my house and yall are the guests here you gotta deal with my weird wall decor <3

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[wordsarelife]

Hey! I saw you opened requests for Lockwood&Co so I wanted to ask for some jealous Anthony Lockwood x reader if that's okay with you

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Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

Summary: normally Lockwood can hide his feelings quite well. that talent seems to fade every time someone tries to flirt with his y/n

Translation: n/n = nickname

"I really think we can go home now" Anthony Lockwood said to you, while you were in the middle of a conversation with one of the boys, Noah Prentiss, from another agency.

"lockwood!" you scolded and send him a tired look

"no it's okay, n/n" Noah said smiling "I should probably leave as well. it was nice talking to you" he looked towards Lockwood "you too! Goodbye" then he went off

"n/n?" Anthony asked while he was walking next to you "I thought only I was allowed to call you that"

you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers "its a quite common shortage for my name, also I don't mind" you smiled "actually I should be scolding you, you were the one to disrupt a peaceful conversation I was just having now."

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you"

"you didn't like the way he was looking at me?" you repeated mockingly "how did he look at me, then?"

"like he wanted to undress you"

"well, you look at me like you want to undress me all the time, even now"

"it's okay when I do it, I'm your boyfriend. that means I actually get to undress you" he muttered angrily, you would've probably felt for him, if what he was saying didn't sound so absolutely ridiculous, so you broke into full on laughter, you even had to stop and bend down at some point

"n/n!" Anthony cried out "why are you laughing at me?"

you had to wait for a few minutes, before you could answer, still not being able to catch your breath. "I'm sorry" you wheezed "it's just too funny"

"I don't know what could be funny about this" your boyfriend exclaimed and crossed his arms in front of his chest disapprovingly.

"oh, baby" you smiled, stepping in front of the boys and opening his arms, so you could step inside. Anthony didn't budge, still keeping his eyes above your head. you knew him quite well, and you knew when he was acting like this, it wasn't normally easy to gain his attention. well, you were his girlfriend for a reason

your hand slid up to his neck. still no movement from him. then you went to stand on your tiptoes, your lips only a few inches from his. "look at me, baby" you muttered and you could feel his hot breath on your face.

you could see in his features that he was trying hard to resist you, but the longer you were as close like this, the harder it got for him.

the final moment came when you stretched a bit higher and connected your lips. his hands immediately went to your waist to pull you closer and returning the kiss with as much passion as you were used to.

you broke the kiss slowly, stepping away from his body, which was harder than you had initially thought, considering he was holding you in a death grip.

"let's go home than" you smiled at how hot and bothered your boyfriend had gotten in the last minute

"by the way" you said, stepping closer and coming to a halt next to him. you stood on your tiptoes again so your mouth was in front of his ear. you placed a lingering kiss, just beneath and watched in satisfaction how his body shivered.

"I don't mind when you get jealous" you whispered in his ear "I think you are incredibly hot than"

Anthony watched as you stepped away from him and walked across the street, on your way to the door of the house you all lived in. it wasn't easy to shut up Anthony Lockwood, but you were one of the only people who was able to do just that. mostly because he found you breathtakingly beautiful and he was so in love with you, that he would've done anything if you just asked him to.

"seems like I do need to get drunk on jealously more often" Anthony muttered to himself, gaining back his ability to speak and putting on this signature smirk of his, before he took off after you

A/N: i'm sorry that it's so short and that I got a bit carried away omg

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Closer Than Flesh - Emotions

Skyler feels confused for a moment. The sudden change in surroundings had not been by his doing. Compared to where he came from, it is cold, almost freezing. An entirely unpleasant noise fills his ears. Singing, no chanting, of several people. Skyler has long learned to hate the human voice. It is an instrument of violence, even more so than an actual weapon. Not that he abhors violence, but it is the lowest form of evil - there are just so much better ways to break a man than to break his bones. Although he cannot make out the exact words, his name is repeated multiple times.

The voice come from the darkness before him, and, as Skyler's eyes have adjusted to the dim light of the candles, he can see where it is coming from. A group of people, humans are standing nearby, singing and looking at Skyler expectantly. There is fear in their eyes under the hoods, like there should be. But it's not nearly enough for the situation they are in.

Skyler's first impulse is to teach those insolent humans the meaning of fear, but he is no rookie in this game. His eyes scan the ground, and yes, there they are. Circles and runes, symbols and pentagrams. A good deal of them is completely unnecessary, some useless and some even contra productive. But Skyler can also make out the correct warding symbols, drawn without mistake. Storming forward would bring him nothing but humiliation right now.

So, it's a summoning, and a proper one at that. It has been so long since some mortal being dared to summoning him that Skyler had assumed the knowledge had finally been lost. It has not, as it becomes clear.

Skyler takes a long look at the ones who have had the nerve to summon him. They are all wearing hoods and masks. A smart move, since he will seek them out later one by one and destroy their lives as punishment for this. It would have been easier if he had seen their faces, but Skyler is not discouraged. Humans always make mistakes. Their whole lives are just a string of errors, one after another. There is no reason this should be different. And the most error prone they get when they are afraid.

Now, judging by their relatively firm voices, this is not the first summoning they have done. It matters little. Their warding signs might stop him from reaching out of the circle, but inside of it, Skyler has all of his power. He casually creates his signature ambience: Red and black mists, that flow around him and give the impression of extending from his shoulders as gigantic wings. Time to give those little magicians the show they paid for.

"After tens of thousands of years, I have awoken! Who dares to disrupt my slumber and summon me to this plane? Speak thy names!"

Skyler let his voice boom and echo throughout the chamber at a ridiculous volume. All of that was bullshit of course. It had probably been merely a decade or even less since he had been to the human world. The question is just if the human's would be dumb enough to give him their names so eagerly. He can make out already that his show is not without effect. The singers in the back row were moving uncomfortably. Skyler can very well imagine to tend to them first after he is past that circle. Perhaps he would shrink them down, until they were really tiny and then crush them beneath his feet.

"You are Baelnath, the twisted master of flesh. By our powers you are compelled, and by our powers you are bound.", the front man addresses Skyler.

Skyler does his best to look unimpressed and bored. It is really no wonder that they knew his name and bynames. They had, after all, managed to call him here. Still, they are clever enough not to give away their identities so easily. Very well. It has been worth a try. Skyler changes tactics.

He swings a clawed hand at the front man, very well aware that the warding signs will stop his movement in the air. Skyler gives off a theatrical snort, as he cannot connect his blow. Don't overdo it, those were no rookies either.

He lets the mists around him sink to the floor somewhat and even adjusts his form to a slightly shrunken down version of his initial bodies, with slumped shoulders.

"I see, oh masters of the arcane. I am no match against your powers and have no choice but to serve you. Tell me, what is your command?"

Let them think they have won. The other time when humans tend to let their guard down is when they arrogantly think of themselves as the victor already. The important fact to know about humans is that they are greedy beyond measure. They only summon demons like himself when they want something. Some desire, some combat, it's always boringly similar. Given his nature, Baelnath has usually been summoned (in the times when it was way more common than today) to give beauty, transform an enemy into a hideous creature or, of course, grant immortality.

For a while, it had even been a fun game of his to play his part in the farce that was human society. Seeing kingdoms fall because the king has unexpectantly become a disgusting frog had something amusing Skyler couldn't deny. In the end, however, he doesn't like serving very much, so turning against the ones who called him is even more amusing.

The tricky thing about summoning is, that, in a correctly conducted ritual like this, the being called here cannot attack the ones on the other side of the warding cycle. In addition, once a command has been given, the magic will force him to comply to it - and then leave without any chance of revenge.

However, there are two obvious flaws that no magic of earth could ever get rid of. First, the obvious. After he is dismissed, the spell ends. Everything that comes after, the summoner has no control over. It is a common misconception that demons cannot come to the human plane without being summoned. In fact, Skyler does this a lot on his own. So, the wise summoner veils his face and never shares his name, so the demon will not find him after the ritual. That is also the cause that locations like this, obscure dark cellars, are never out of fashion for summoning rituals. Of course, that whole concept of secrecy brings some difficulties. You can't very well ask the being summoned to turn the enemy king into a toad without sharing who the enemy king is. And once the demon leaves the cellar to do the summoners bidding, he has a pretty good idea of where he is. So, to stay with the example, the safest way of asking a demon to turn the enemy king into a toad would be to have said king already captured and veiled as well. But then, you could also simply behead the hated monarch and wouldn't need to risk a summoning.

The other flaw is even more ridiculous. The big difference between the magic of humans and the magic of demons is that while the latter one focuses on the *meaning* of things, the former one works with the *wording* of the command. So, the summoned being has to follow the command it is given to the letter. Verbatim. If there is just the slightest room for interpretation, any possible way to interpret the command is permitted by the magic. Really the only thing that a being cannot do is go directly against the command. The logical structure of human magic also demands that more complex commands require a more complex summoning spell - which means that it's a real challenge for the summoner to formulate a command that doesn't give the called being the chance to horribly misinterpret his wish while also keeping the spell simple enough to cast it without making a mistake.

The latter flaw, combined with the error-prone human mind has always been a source of hilarity for Skyler. There had been enough women of the past to know that he is called the 'master of flesh' for his ability to mold bodies at will, but have not researched him enough to understand the focus of his powers - and had a whole lot to explain after their wish to be beautiful and irresistible has left them exactly that: The most beautiful man around, irresistible to other men. This has been a special delight since for some reason, humans have decided that two men getting intimate with each other is a sin warranting a death sentence. Skyler is sure that this will change again at some point, but he had gotten his good laughs out of those situations, nevertheless.

So, let's see what these idiots want of him - and how he can twist their words in their mouths.

The front man's face turns into a victorious smirk. Good.

"Vile demon, I do not command anything of you. Your evil doings have come to an end with this day, as your power will be taken from you this night. Hear me, for we are the binding circle. Your power shall be bound, and it shall be conserved forever in this stone, unreachable for you, who will be reduced to a powerless husk!"

Skyler can't believe what he is hearing. That... was not right. Human's should not have that kind of magic. They could not do that, right? Skyler was no expert on human magic, but it suddenly becomes clear to him that the runes and sigils around him are way more complex than they would have needed to be. Perhaps it's not all useless superstition?

Sensing his disturbance, the front man grins even wider.

"What is it, hell spawn? Did I make you speechless? Come on, let me hear it. You are not the first, nor will you be the last. The binding circle will bind all evil power until hell is empty. We have heard it all by now."

"HOW DARE THOU?!" Skyler boomed, gathering his strength to burst through the magic circle. "I WILL..."

Suddenly, Skyler's whole world explodes in a burst of world-shattering pain. He had not anticipated that anything could hurt like that. He just wants to curl up in a ball and sob, or better yet, die at the spot. Through mental tears, he can hear a male voice loudly shout "FOUL!", followed by a few words in a language he does not understand.

After escaping at the last second, Jake feels the familiar feeling of the world dissolving around him, including the little amount of clothing he had on him as he had touched the stone. Luckily, the stone's magic worked reliably as a clockwork and had taken him to safety immediately. With true interest, Jake watches as, again, his body changes. The first thing to go is the wheat blond color that Marcel's hair had. In fact, this time, his entire body becomes neatly shaved and groomed. At first, Jake is afraid he might be turning into a woman now, but with some relief he notices that only his pubic hair and his chest hair are cleanly shaved off - on his arms and legs there are still little hairs, although they take on a very dark brown color quickly. Since Marcel had been muscular before, there is not too much difference in his body that Jake can see changing. The most obvious change, aside from the hair is that his well-muscled body takes on the distinct shape of being cultivated and sculpted, not grown because of physical labor. The little layer of body fat he had as Marcel vanishes and reveals a flat stomach with visible abs. His chest is pronounced but not huge and his arms are muscular but not body-builder like. Still, he looks more fit and healthy than he has ever been in his entire life. Jake can also feel his face change, but since he has no mirror in the featureless void with him, he can only speculate about how he might look like.

His shaved groin makes his large dick stand out even more, giving the appearance of a really massive python although the real size has not changed much - it's just pronouncing how big of a dick Skyler has become.

The view is quickly obscured however, as the bright red fabric of a light athletic shorts of some kind forms over his groin, with a large white waistband that has some brand name on it in black letters. Down the center of the shorts, a single white line forms, accentuating his almost obscene bulge even more.

Around his hands, boxing gloves come into existence, solving the mystery about what athletic discipline this body might be taking part in. Lastly, as always, the world reforms around him, leaving faint swirls of red magic behind that quickly fade away. Apparently, he is in some kind of boxing ring in a medium sized room, with an opponent and...

Jake's world explodes again, this time making him see stars in pain. Instinctively, his gloved hands go down to his cock and balls, the very place where the opponents swing just came crushing in.

As Jake falls to the ground, writhing in pain, he can hear a voice from outside the ring call loudly "FOUL!", followed by a muttering of "God damnit guys! Vali! How hard can it be not to throw punches below the belt?"

"Sorry man!", Jake can hear another voice, nearer to him address him. "You just came like, out of nowhere there! Are you okay?"

The voice was interrupted by the angry voice from before: "And Dragoslav. How many times do I need to tell you to wear a groin guard? I don't care if you find it uncomfortable with your monster dick, getting hit in the balls is worse. God damnit! Come on, Vali, get that man some ice, training is obviously over for today."

Jake can't even catch a glimpse at the man angrily leaving the room, as he is still busy holding his aching groin. It helps a bit as Vali comes with a pack of ice shortly after, mumbling another "Sorry".

Jake's vision is slowly clearing, but his eyes are still unfocused, and he takes some time to sit up.

"Are you okay, Drago?", the man named Vali asks again, audibly concerned.

Jake manages to wave it off. "Yeah, it's okay. You have one hell of a punch though, fir-ar să fie [God damnit]!"

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to...", Vali begins, but Jake cuts him off.

"It is what it is." He feels a bit bad not to accept the apology of the other man but figures that he can feel a bit bad about himself, too. After all, he is not the one that got punched in the balls like that.

Groaning, Jake stands up.

"Can you drive? Do you want me to bring you to the hospital?" Vali is still persisting.

"Oh, come on, let me have some peace!" Jake bawls at him, grimacing from the pain, although it's receding already.

Vali looks dejected which makes Jake feel a bit sorry in the end.

"Listen, it's okay, just don't hit my balls again, okay?" Jake's voice is a bit softer now and Vali nods.

"I'm gonna head home now. ", after a moment, Jake adds: "Can you bring me to my locker?"

Vali looks a bit confused but does as he is told. Jake quickly grabs the sigil stone that has rolled away and follows. "I thought I hit your balls man, not your head", Vali jokes on the way.

With the help of the other man, Jake finds this body's locker and quickly gets dressed. In the pockets of his jacket, he finds a cell phone and car keys, which seems promising.

Jake exists the building, a plain concrete building captioned with some wild letters Jake cannot discern and looks around. There are only a few cars on the parking lot, and with the remote key, Jake quickly identifies the car: A black Dacia SUV. Nice!

Only after he has closed the car door behind him, Jake remembers that not only his balls have been hit but that there's his friend down there as well.

"Sky, are you okay?" he asks into the silence of the car.

"What the... fuck did you do, Jake" comes the answer from his dick, not without a groaning sound to accompany it.

"Me? Nothing!" laughs Jake. "You on the other hand had a fist-to-dick boxing experience, little dick!"

"Hilarious", Skyler remarks drily. "Okay. Hit me... with information. Where are we, who are you and how long was I out?"

"There's not too much to tell, I'm afraid. We ran into Baelnath again. That was really strange. We were swimming with Piotr, you know, the guy you..."

"Yes, I remember Piotr, forgive me if I'm not in the mood to get hard over him right now." Skyler interjects. "Sorry. Go on."

"Right. So, we were swimming with Piotr, or rather in the shower. He noticed my tattoo and then, he... somehow changed into that demon guy, Baelnath."

"Just like that? I could all of a sudden feel his presence."

"Just like that. Perhaps he had been the demon all along?"

"Hm. Unlikely. Why wouldn't he have acted earlier then?" Skyler’s voice sounds curious. "Is there nothing else you noticed? I don't get to see a lot from inside your pants."

"Hm. No, not that I... Well, actually, I had the feeling that a few people, including him kept staring at me during the day. I thought it was nothing, but..."

"Perhaps Baelnath uses his influence to make human spies." Skyler finishes the thought.

"That's bad."

Skyler agrees: "Yup. How long were you Marcel? Not even two days, right?"

Jake nods. "And we didn't use the stone."

"So... the demon can somehow track us. And the moment he saw your tat, he was sure it was us. Jake, this is bad! We need to do something - we can't keep on hopping to new bodies every two days!"

"I know! It won't work forever, as I said before! La naiba![To the devil!] Come on, you're the smart one, tell me what to do!"

"Calm down Jake. We don't have much time, but more than a few minutes at least. Where are we?" Skyler tries to soothe Jake, who grows frustrated quickly.

"I don't know! I'm some kind of boxer and my name is Dragoslav. And I have a nice car. That's all I know." After a short pause during which he looks into the car's central mirror, he adds: "And I look rather decent."

Skyler, who got a short glimpse of what Jake saw when he looked in the mirror can't help but agree. "Yes, you do. But let's focus for now, Jake. Do you have a cell phone?"

"Yep." Jake pulls it out again and tries face unlock first. This time, it immediately works. "I can unlock it, but I can't read any of the texts. If I thought Polish was wild with all the little accents and hooks, this is an entirely different level of weird."

"Can you show me?" Skyler asks.

"Sure. Here you go, dick, some dick-o-vision" Jake lowers his shorts and holds the phone in front of his dicked friend.

Skyler doesn't really like being dick again, but this is not the time for an argument, he figures. He looks at the display and almost cries out in excitement.

"Ha!"

"Ha?", Jake asks confused. "Did you recognize the language?"

"Yes, I did! But more importantly, I think this is the best place on the globe we could have ended up at."

"Debatable.", remarks Jake. "So, where are we?"

"Romania." Skyler says with a satisfied tone.

"Aaand... this is good why? That's somewhere in Russia, right?"

"Really, Jake? REALLY?" Skyler's mood has obviously improved quite a bit, as he teases Jake now.

"Wait, we had this conversation before, haven't we? Oh! Is Romania that country where you went backpacking?"

"Yesss!" Skyler draws the 's' longer than necessary in a victorious tone. "And the country where I found the sigil stone. Can you open the maps app and search for Tălmara? That's the town."

Jake does as he is told but does not share Skyler's joy.

"Okay, but why is that good? Two hours’ drive, by the way."

"Because if there is a place where we can learn how to stop the demon, it's probably the house where I found the stone."

"And why is that?" Jake is still not convinced but buckles up anyway.

"I will explain on the way. I had another... vision while you switched bodies."

"So..." Jake begins after Skyler has finished reciting what he has seen. "This sigil stone here contains the power of the demon?"

"Well, at least some part of it. He obviously is not entirely powerless, so it can't be all of it." Skyler answers.

"That explains why he wants it back at least. More importantly: Could you see the spell these mages were casting? Perhaps we can use it for defense?"

"No chance. I saw small fragments of the symbols only, and it seems that magic is a highly complex matter. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if we tried something like that, at least without proper explanation."

"You mean they could have lost their spell book in that basement, too and we're going to pick it up?" Jake says incredulous.

"No, that would be too good. But I would have seen it already the first time I was there, and we don't even know how long ago that was. The house is pretty old, so it could be centuries. No book would survive in that condition for that long."

Jake shakes his head. "This is just crazy, pulă [dick]. I mean, we're talking about demons and wizards. That's stuff right of a fantasy game here. I wonder when we will encounter dragons."

"Skyler", says Skyler. "And I hope we won't see any dragons. But yes, that's huge. I mean, just imagine: We just learned that freaking magic is real. If we knew how, we could become wizards!"

"To be honest, I don't know if I want to. Just getting home and being able to forget all that has a lot of appeal, too."

"Yes, you're right. One step after the other. Let's do everything we can to find out more at the mansion."

Skyler agrees. The drive is going by rather uneventfully, with Jake only stopping once on the way to take a quick piss in the woods. Skyler doesn't even think about these episodes much. For the time being, it's only natural for Jake to need to urinate, and even though he doesn't like being called that way, it's undeniable that this is part of his job description.

Finally, they arrive at the small town called Tălmara, where Skyler first found the sigil stone. It's not really big and most of the buildings around are obviously old.

Guided by the descriptions of Skyler, they find the street with the run-down buildings where the deserted house is located.

"Here we are", says Jake. He has put Skyler back into his shorts and since there is no attractive male around, Skyler's vision is again reduced to the inside of Jake's wide shorts.

"Okay! There should be a house at the end of the street. Three stories if I remember correctly. Oh, and there is a bush growing out of one window."

Jake looks around before he finds what he's searching for.

"Bush out of the window, roger."

"You can get in pretty easily through one of the windows. Uhm. I made sure nobody could see me back then, so the neighbors don't call the police, so..."

"Să-i ia naiba.[Fuck them.] What do I care if anyone sees me?"

"Jake, we have to be careful, we don't want to..." Skyler tries to reason, but Jake cuts him off.

"Look, pulă, we're doing this my way. Now shut up."

Why was Jake like that? Probably he was under a lot of stress as well, so Skyler swallowed an agitated response. He could feel the movement in Jake's athletic body, as he entered the building without much of a problem. Skyler remembers vividly that he had a lot of trouble pulling himself up through the window, but for Dragoslav's trained boxer body, this apparently posed little challenge.

"Shit, it's really dark in here", came a comment from Jake after a few moments.

"Your phone." comments Skyler but receives no answer. Instead, he can sense through the fabric of his shorts prison that the outside world suddenly gets somewhat better illuminated.

"You need to go downstairs." Skyler says.

"I know that!" comes the sharp reply from Jake, like through gritted teeth.

A whole while, nothing happens except for Jake moving around. Sometimes, he bends down, and Skyler can hear the clacking of stone on stone.

"What did you find?" Skyler finally dares to ask after about 15 minutes.

"Nothing!" comes the sharp reply. "This is useless! We've completely wasted our time here. There is nothing but rubble down here. Why did I have to listen to you?"

"How was I supposed to know?" Skyler defends himself.

"The whole damn thing was your idea. Stupid poponar [faggot]! We wouldn't even be in this mess without you!"

Skyler can't believe what he is hearing. Being stressed out is one thing, but where did that come from? "Wooha, slow down. I'm sure there is something we can learn here. Also, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you like that all of a sudden?"

Jake draws in air and for a moment, Skyler thinks the next tirade of Romanian curse words will be flying his way soon. However, Jake slowly exhales again and says: "Fine. We will get our information."

With these words, Jake begins to climb out of the building again, completely ignoring Skyler's questions.

Outside, it doesn't take him long to find what he is looking for: An old woman leaning on a pillow, looking out the window. It is entirely clear that she has seen Jake enter the abandoned building, as she is looking his way as he approaches.

"Excuse me", Jake begins talking, swallowing his anger and trying to sound nice.

The old woman regards him suspiciously. "Who are you, young man?"

"I'm Jake. No, I mean I'm Dragoslav. Sorry. You need to tell me everything you know about that building back there."

"I don't know you. Why should I tell you anything?" The old woman is obviously even more cautious now.

Jake tries to smile the least intimidating way possible. "I'm just interested, that's all."

"I think I'll call the police", says the old woman with disdain in her voice now. "You're very suspicious."

Something inside Jake's mind clicks and he feels all the anger raising in him again.

"You... stupid târfă! [bitch]" His strong arms grab the old woman at the collar, and he begins to shake her frail body. "You will tell me everything you know right now or I'll freaking kill you, do you hear me?" Jake is shouting at the woman now, losing his nerve completely.

The woman whimpers and nods between the shakes. When Jake releases her, she begins with a weak voice: "I'm sorry, I don't know much! It's deserted for as long as I live here! They said there lived a wealthy family once, the Botezatus, but they don't live here anymore, for many generations. They say they made deals with the devil and one day, the devil came and killed them all and their friends. The ones who remained left the country after that."

"See, that wasn't so hard!" Jake says and releases the woman, his anger quickly evaporating. Only now that the rushing of blood has lessened, he can concentrate on Skyler's voice again.

"Jake, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Finding out the things we need to know." Jake says with a tad of satisfaction.

"But you can't just...Wait. Jake. Something is wrong."

Jake looks around and sees multiple people approaching. They are quickly heading for him, but their movement pattern is kind of weird. Suddenly, the old woman lets loose a cackling laugh. "Humans are just so... predictable." With that, the old woman, who has a slight reddish glow in her eyes now tries to grab Jake.

It's only because of Dragoslav's quick reflexes that Jake is able to pull away his hands quickly enough.

"Shit! Baelnath has found us!" he exclaims and pulls out the sigil stone. However, while the stone is showing some reddish glow, it's not nearly as active as the last times. Jake tries to concentrate nevertheless, wishing them away really hard... Without success.

"It's not working! Sky!"

"I think..." Jake hears Skyler’s voice inside his head. "I think Baelnath has learned. He's not really here, so the stone isn't fully active. He just sends his puppets!"

Jake looks around. No way to return to the car, the townspeople are quickly approaching now. It's not fair. If Baelnath can control so many people at once, they could at least have the decency to move slow as zombies. But those people were running at him now. A young man is the quickest and has almost reached him.

Out of pure reflex, Jake's fist flies forward, knocking the young adult from his feet.

"I can't fight them all!" Jake shouts and turns around to flee. He doesn't think, but just runs - back into the old mansion. However, this time, he doesn't go down where he cannot see properly, but instead uses his athletic body to climb up the crumbled floors. He quickly gains height and makes sure to collapse the ledge where he pulled himself up after him. Only after that, he realizes he is in the ruins of a room now, without any further exit.

"Cacat de prima mâna, cacat, și mai mult cacat! [Prime-time shit, shit and more shit!] Skyler! They're coming and we're trapped! What do we do?"

Skyler is thinking hard. "How much time do we have?"

"5 Minutes, tops!"

This is stupid. It can't possibly work, can it? Skyler strains his brain, but no better idea appears.

"Okay. I have an idea, but... it's absolutely crazy. It might work, but it will probably only add insult to injury. Jake. Do you trust me?"

"Yes! Out with it already!" Jake was clearly losing his nerves again.

"Okay, okay. Here is what you need to do. Jerk me off. Like, really fast! We must come before they come!"

"Shit! Are you completely out of your mind now?"

"I'll explain later. Or rather, if it works, you will see. I think I'm better at that. But you *need* to get started *now*!"

"I can't believe I'm doing that." Jake says and pulls down his shorts, grabbing Skyler with his meaty hand. "Then come on. You need to get hard!"

That is easier said than done, Skyler decides. He has not seen the pursuers, but he imagines them as some kind of fast demonic zombies just waiting to suck their souls out. It won't work like that. Skyler does his best to drown out the thoughts and focuses on recent memories. The hot face of Dragoslav. Marcel. Piotr. Unnamed Arab Guy. Jake. Dragoslav...

It is a feat of mind surely nobody has done before, but Skyler manages to slowly get horny despite the situation they're in. Marcel naked. Piotr in swim trunks. Thankfully, Jake does not comment anything, but begins to pump his cock as soon as there is the slightest bit of hardness in his dick. It's easier for him, since he only needs to do the manual labor - the hornyness washes over from Skyler towards him, getting him excited automatically, which is good. Jake is painfully aware that the noises of Baelnath's goons are coming nearer and nearer - and they will literally catch him with his pants down if he does not finish before they come. Probably even after that. What is Skyler thinking? Jake just hopes his clever friend really has a plan and has not lost his mind.

Jake has never gripped his cock so firmly or pumped it so vigorously before in his life. His biceps are beginning to ache, and his shaft is getting hot, but he doesn't stop.

Every pump feels really good. Drown out reality. Think sexy thoughts. Slowly, Skyler's plan seems to work, and the boundaries are blurring. Without Jake actively doing anything to it, Dragoslav uses his left hand to pinch his nipple. That sends an electric shock throughout his system. Skyler keeps pumping, Jake moans. They are coming closer.

Jake, no Skyler, no both of them keep pumping, his balls already contracting. The left hand groping around on the ground. Don't lose concentration. There is the stone. Yes! Yes! He is cumming! With a loud moan and a slight spasm in his cock Jake/Skyler shoots his load. And at the same time, their combined consciousness switches over to one singular wish - to get away from here.

Perhaps Skyler really is better at this - or it's the combination. But the same time Dragoslav's white cum hits the first climbers face that appears in the door frame, the world around them unravels.

Originally, I didn't want to write the next episode so soon. But it's just so compelling! You can read the previous episode here - or you can start from the beginning here. The next episode can be found here.

#closer than flesh #male transformation #muscle transformation #cock tf #posession

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Twitch Streamer!Eddie x Single Father!Steve

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Summary: We begin to learn of Chrissy's struggle with her sexuality, Eddie makes a big decision in his career, Steve is a sick, sick man (only for eddie munson), platonic!Hellcheer my beloved!! Robin struggles with close proximity to the girl she likes.

Content warnings: Slight age gap (Steve is 31, Eddie is 26) Steve feels as though he's too old to be acting like he is (I know 31 isn't old! Steve just grew up too fast as a teen dad, so he feels like his mind is beyond his years.)

A/N: Second Chapter yay! I dont really have much to say other than the fact that i spent like 6 hours straight writing this while getting distracted, and i havent read through this so i apologize for any mistakes or innacuracies you may find. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

w/c: 4,850+

January, 2023

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

Chrissy shivered as the cool, mid-winter air infiltrated her room. She’d forgotten to shut her window last night while she was cooking, and the goosebumps on her skin had her shivering with regret. Her radio whispered beside her, the volume purposefully low as to lul her to sleep, an unknown host forecasting the weather.

Chrissy pulled off her sleeping mask, her eyes still closed as she tried to wake fully, letting thoughts of last night's stream come to her. She smiled at the memories from just last night. Gareth and Robin’s banter, Austin’s quiet but witty remarks, Eddie and herself teaming up to embarrass an easily flustered Jeff.

Robin’s raspy laugh filled her foggy brain. The girl had been complaining, again, about how she lacked a girlfriend. It wasn't uncommon, their friend group was her only safe space as a queer person, the area she lived in being a prominently homophobic area.

It made Chrissy feel different, though. She’d known she had always admired the girl, from the top of her brown bob, to the bottom of her cherry red converse, there was nothing about Robin that Chrissy didn’t find she was unable to admire. She was funny, and she was pretty in a way Chrissy hadn’t ever seen or could even describe. She didn’t really know what that meant.

The couple times they’d been able to meet in person were the times when Chrissy admired Robin the most. Seeing her through her eyes first hand instead of through the lens of a camera. They were also the only times she could experience their height difference, Chrissy having to look up just to make eye contact.

Chrissy sighed heavily, bringing her sleep heavy arms up to rub at her eyes. Her alarm clock had gone off minutes ago now, luckily her online classes wouldn’t be disrupted if she slept in, but for her own sake she decided to get up. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and startling when her phone began to ring from her bedside table. She groaned, grabbing it and sighing when she sees the caller ID.

“What do you want?” Chrissy grumbled.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Eddie laughed on the other line.

“You always catch me at a bad time.” She smiled despite her light hearted annoyance. “Back to my first question, what do you want?”

“Can you meet me at the diner today, or are you busy?” Eddie asked, breathless, and Chrissy could tell he was getting dressed as they spoke.

“I’m free. Nine o’clock?”

“Nine-thirty?”

“Even better.” Chrissy hummed. “See you then.”

“Bye, Chrissy.” Eddie replied, dragging out the words. Chrissy laughed and hung up, putting her phone back down on her night stand, spending another moment on her bed stretching before getting up.

She padded along the hardwood floor of her apartment to her bathroom. She did her skin care, brushed her teeth and hair, and pulled her russet hair into a ponytail with a white scrunchie. She used her finger to press on her signature blue eyeshadow, a few quick strokes of blush and mascara, and a dab of a pink lipstick covered with a cherry lip gloss.

Back in her bedroom, she stalked over to her closet to find her outfit. She went with an oversized and chunky white turtleneck sweater over a green satin skirt that reached the middle of her shin. She grabbed her black, shiny Mary Jane’s and put them on over her frilly, white socks.

Finally she topped off the outfit with her gold ‘16’ necklace, a graduation gift from her parents, before doing a one over of her outfit in the mirror. After confirming with herself that it was good, Chrissy turned around to look at her clock.

9:04AM.

Just enough time to drive to the diner Eddie wanted to meet at. It was across the city they both lived in, but it was Eddie’s favourite and he was paying, so she wouldn’t complain.

Chrissy picked up her phone again to see two new messages. One from Eddie and one from Robin.

Ed

ready when u r :)

Rob <3

morning chris!  Hope you have a good day <3

Chrissy felt her stomach turn as she read the second message, and she bit her lip as she sent a quick reply. She shoved down the warm feeling in her gut, and typed out a response to Eddie. After it was sent, she put her phone in the sleek pocket of her skirt, and grabbed her purse before she left her apartment. She took the elevator down to the first floor, waving “Hi,” to her neighbours before leaving the building. 

Chrissy got to her car and felt her phone buzz against her thigh, the custom notification sound letting her know it was Eddie, and she got in the driver's seat to begin the drive to the diner. 

EDDIE MUNSON

Eddie stood outside of the diner, his hands in his pockets as the Chicago wind blew through his hair. His nerves made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and his fingers fiddled with his rings. It only took minutes for Chrissy’s car to park in the spot in front of Eddie. She got out, and rushed over to Eddie to pull him down into a hug. Eddie laughed as her arms reached up and around his neck, letting his own wrap around her waist. They swayed back and forth for a moment before pulling away enough to press their cheeks together, making an audible “Mwah.”

“It feels like it’s been so long since I saw you in person last.” Chrissy whined as they pulled away completely, grabbing hands and walking into the diner.

“I know,” Eddie smiled down at her. “I missed you, too.”

They waited for a hostess to seat them, and as soon as they were led to a booth and finished ordering their drinks, they burst into conversation. They talked about anything they could, and Eddie found himself purposefully procrastinating the one thing he had partially asked Chrissy to come meet him for. Soon, after their waitress came by and took their order, they ran out of things to talk about, and Eddie knew it was time.

“So,” He started. “How do you think I’d go about… face revealing?” Eddie asked, almost timidly. Chrissy on the other hand was ecstatic.

“You want to face reveal?” She shrieked with a huge smile. Her joy was contagious, and Eddie could feel his own face break into a grin. 

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t make a big deal about it.” Eddie hid his smile with a piece of hair.

“But it is a big deal! You finally want to show off that gorgeous face of yours!” Chrissy leant over the table to pinch Eddie’s cheeks to emphasise her words, sitting back down as the waitress returned with their food. Chrissy grabbed a hashbrown off of Eddie’s plate as he took one of her pieces of french toast. “It’s exciting!” She whispered.

“Okay, okay!” Eddie laughed as he cut into his pancakes. “I just… want it to be casual, I think, and I want you to be there.” He stabbed the piece he cut apart with his fork, and shovelled it into his mouth. Chrissy “Awe’d” and smiled with soft eyes at Eddie’s words.

“Well,” Chrissy started. “I guess we’ve got an important stream to plan.”

ROBIN BUCKLEY

Music blasted from the bathroom of Robin’s home. Chappell Roan’s Pink Pony Club could be heard all through the house. Inside, she was singing along as she pulled her eye down to put eyeliner on her waterline.

“Robin! Turn that down!” Her mother shouted and hit her fists against the bathroom door.

“God, Mom, Okay!” She shouted back, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her phone. She turned the volume down, and stared at her home screen. It was a picture of her and Chrissy they had gotten the week their whole friend group decided to meet up for the first time. Her hair was longer, being cut into a short bob now, and Chrissy’s hair was the opposite: shorter than her current length. They looked happy. 

Robin sighed as she pulled up her messenger, sending a quick good morning text to Chrissy before putting her phone back down on the counter.

Perhaps she’d been harbouring a crush on the blonde for a long time. Can you blame her? Chrissy was perfect in every way. She was beautiful, funny and devastatingly kind. She hadn't even changed how she acted around her when Robin came out! Which should be the bare minimum, Robin knows this. She just wasn’t used to the amount of acceptance her friends showed.

Only problem? Chrissy was definitely straight. She’d only ever talked about past boyfriends, and never expressed any romantic interest in women. Eddie would tell her not to lose hope, though that was often hard. Plus, she lived like a thousand miles away from each other. They’ve seen each other in person twice since they met four years ago, and long distance relationships almost never work out.

She shook her head to dispel any thought about the girl. She would be going shopping today after getting her paycheck. Working at an old, shitty, video rental store may suck, but it did pay well and she needed to feed her vinyl collection. Hopefully it would be enough to distract her.

STEVE HARRINGTON

“You, your sex is on fire.” Steve heard being sung from the TV. He recognized the voice as the streamer Dustin had taken such a liking to. Steve left his office and walked towards the living room and he could see the stream on the large screen. This time, it was live camera footage that showed a young blonde woman instead of the gameplay he was used to seeing. The man’s, Eddie’s, voice was actually really nice. It was husky and raspy, the clear tenor tone sending shivers down Steve’s spine. Steve leaned on the door frame as he watched and listened.

“The dark of the alley, the breaking of day.” Eddie continued.The girl in the camera seemed to be having a good time, swaying back and forth with the music. Occasionally, she would lay her head on the T-shirt clad shoulder next to her, and a heavily ringed hand would raise up and hold the side of her head.

“Are they dating?” Steve found himself asking. He mentally kicked himself. Why did he care if some random internet personalities were dating?

“Crap! Dad, you startled me!” Dustin clutched at his chest dramatically and Steve shook his head. “No, they’re just really good friends.” He turned down the volume of the TV and Steve came and sat on the couch next to his son.

“Oh, so like you and this Suzie I'm always hearing about?” Steve poked Dustin’s shoulder repeatedly until his son grabbed his wrist.

“Dad!” The boy exclaimed as he flushed red. He turned away and covered his face, and Steve smiled as he rubbed Dustin’s back. The light sound of the blonde girl laughing brought their attention back to the TV.

“Wow, Chris. I can’t believe you’d spread this propaganda about me.” The girl threw her head back and cackled. Steve remembered a ‘Chrissy’ that Dustin was talking about, this must be her. “She just referred to me as a ladies man as if I got any play in high school. I was a theatre kid, Cunningham, try again.”

“You wouldn’t believe the things I heard about you during lunch at the cheerleader’s table, Ed.” She reached over, past the camera's view and Steve guessed she was grabbing at Eddie’s head. “If they weren’t waiting for you to ask them out, you would’ve been drowning in bitches.”

“Hardy har har. Yeah, okay.” Two larger hands pushed smaller ones back into frame. “Anyways, guys. We have some big news!” The facecam turned off, and Steve felt Dustin tense next to him. “As some of you might’ve heard, they’re holding a convention in a smaller town in Indiana called Hawkins.

“So, we just wanted to let you all know that me, Chrissy, Robin and the guys are going to be there. So since you’re going to have to see me there, I figured I should…” Eddie’s voice got tense as he spoke, and then the camera turned back on. This time, though, it wasn’t the blonde girl. It was a man.

A man with dark, shoulder-length curls that were frizzy, but nevertheless striking. His skin was pale, and contrasted against the pink of his lips. His eyes were big, and a deep brown, dark enough to where Steve couldn't see a pupil. They were surrounded by long eyelashes and it seemed as though he was wearing eyeliner. The neckline of his shirt was cut and jagged, and exposed his prominent collar bones and the tattoo that lay inked into his skin. He was devastatingly pretty. He smiled, and turned to read the chat that was going a million miles a minute, all messages sharing feelings of shock and awe.

“Thanks, guys. Hoo-kay, I’m shaking. We’re okay, we’re okay.” Eddie pulled his hair behind his shoulders, revealing the plethora of piercings on both ears. “But, yeah. Next month from February twenty-sixth to March 2nd. I’ll be putting more information on my twitter, along with prices.” Chrissy came back into view. Behind Eddie, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her chin on the top of his head.

“Can’t wait to see you guys!” Chrissy exclaimed, and Eddie laughed as he reached up to grab her arms. Steve noticed they had matching bracelets.

“Keep a look out on instagram and twitter, photo dump coming soon.” The two waved at the camera, and sang out a long “Bye,” before they were gone and the stream was over. Steve and Dustin stayed frozen, and Steve knew Dustin was also in shock after seeing Eddie. 

Though they were in shock for two different reasons.

“Dad, they’re coming here for a convention! We have to go. Can we? Please?” Dustin pleaded and Steve thought for a moment.

“I’ll see what I can do, bud.” Steve answered and Dustin grinned before running to his room. Steve pulled out his phone and looked for Eddie’s twitter. When he clicked on the account, he found the link in his bio that led to the convention information, and when he scrolled down he found pictures already posted.

Most of them were group photos, with Chrissy, another girl almost the same height as Eddie, as well as three more guys Steve assumed were his other friends. He scrolled down further, and found a post-concert photo with Chrissy. They were both obviously worn out, and Steve found the drastic difference in the way they dressed funny. 

Eddie was all leather, and sharp edges, while Chrissy was pink and bubbly.

Steve internally scolded himself for the way his stomach churned when he found a particular photo of Eddie by himself. He was kneeling on a stage, a microphone in one hand, and the other holding the fingers of whoever took the photo. He wore a loose, black fishnet top over a black tank with torn up, black skinny jeans. His hair was messier than he’d seen in the other photos, and his face was slightly flushed in a way that suggested he was probably drunk. He smirked in a smug way that had Steve feeling as if he were a high schooler seeing his hallway crush. At the realisation, he quickly scrolled back to the top of profile and clicked the link, his face red. 

He shouldn't be feeling this way about some guy on a screen, much less a twenty-something year old. Steve should know better at his grown age.

He filled out his information, and when looking at the full price he sighed. He could already hear his wallet begging for mercy.

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TIME SKIP

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February 2023

EDDIE MUNSON

This was crazy.

Just a month ago did he live stream his face to the internet which sparked creativity in the artistic part of his group of fans. He was tagged in a bunch of drawing’s of him, as well as video edits to quite suggestive audios. It was strange, Eddie thought, to be praised like this for your appearance. But, if he was honest, he wasn't complaining.

Now, he was mentally preparing for the convention. Eddie wasn’t entirely a social person, he’d much rather be with his circle of friends and maybe a few others. This was an entirely different level. He sat on the bed in the hotel room he and Austin would be sharing. Jeff and Gareth were in the room across from them and Robin and Chrissy’s room were down the hall. The last pair excited Eddie.

Robin often confided in him when she was especially upset about her situation, and Eddie could sympathise. Falling for straight people was never fun. But, Eddie wasn’t entirely sure that Chrissy was straight. He never pressed her on the issue though. Poor girl. She’ll never know what hit her.

 Robin had been accidentally flirting with the girl since they arrived in Hawkins, and Eddie had to stifle laughter when it backfired. Robin would shoot him a glare and a lighthearted middle-finger.

Chrissy didn’t seem to catch on despite her array of ex-boyfriends that probably acted the same way around her before they dated. Though, Eddie guessed he couldn’t blame her. Robin’s attempts at flirting could be compared to the sight of a dumpster fire.

Eddie sighed and laid back on his bed, bored and left without anything to do. Not like he really wanted to do anything. Flying sucked, he hated aeroplanes and he was always left exhausted after taking one. 

But he was also insanely hungry. He could probably order in but he did not feel like talking over the phone and Hawkins seemed like a pretty old-fashioned town so god knows if any of the restaurants here have any apps he could use. Whatever. Eddie sighed before he walked over to the door and pulled on his converse and tucked the laces into the sides of his shoes. He grabbed his room key and left to try and find some damn lunch

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

She couldn’t do it.

Chrissy sat on the edge of the single bed that was in her and Robin’s shared room. She hadn’t seen Robin for a year and a half, and so far everything has been great! But Robin makes her nervous in ways she can’t explain. She didn’t have much more time to think as the door burst open to reveal the taller girl holding all of her bags in her arms and her phone in her mouth. She quickly dropped the bags and took her phone out of her mouth. She was completely out of breath as she reached into her pockets to pull out her inhaler.

“Oh my god, Robin!” Chrissy rushed over, picking up a couple of Robin's bags and bringing them further into the room.

“Hey, Chris.” Robin said, still exasperated, and her wispy tone made Chrissy shiver. She reached up and pulled Robin into a hug. “Missed you.” Robin whispered into Chrissy’s hair as she returned the embrace.

“You just saw me like, ten minutes ago!” Chrissy laughed, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

“I know.” Robin replied as she pulled away, still slightly out of breath.

“Did you run up here? What happened?”

“Apparently the elevator shut down after you guys got up here, so I had to take the stairwell with all my bags.” Robin whined as she walked over to the bed and flopped down onto the mattress. She hadn’t seemed to have noticed the fact there was only one bed, yet.

“Um, so,” Chrissy started. “We only have one bed in here.” Robin lifted her head and looked to the other side of the room, then back to Chrissy.

“O-oh.” Robin bit her lip nervously. “I could sleep on the couch if it would make you more comfortable.”

“No!” Chrissy almost yelped. “I mean, no. That’s fine! It’s big enough for us to share.” She was sure her cheeks were bright pink. She got on the bed next to Robin, the other girl sitting up.

“Yeah, that sounds fine.” Robin rubbed the back of her neck.

“I’m perfectly comfortable sleeping next to you Robbie, I promise.” Chrissy said sincerely, grabbing Robin’s hand and holding it softly. She looked up at Robin, and took this time to admire her the same way she had so many times before.

Robin didn’t often stream with her camera on, and she didn’t facetime the group so Chrissy didn’t get to see her face much. She’d almost forgotten how much she loved Robin's features.

Her soft skin that was splattered with light brown freckles she wanted to count, her soft jawline and the thin dark circles underneath her gorgeous eyes. Then there was her hair. Her soft, wavy locks that Chrissy constantly wanted to run her fingers through if the other would let her. 

"Hey, did you think we could see if one of the guys would pay for our lunches?" Robin said, a grin on her face. Chrissy giggled and squeezed Robin's hand. 

"Abso-fucking-lutely." Chrissy smiled deviously and the two left Robin's belongings to be unpacked later. Right now, they had some boys to mooch off of.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Oh boy.

It was one day away from the first day of the convention Steve hesitantly bought tickets for. He and Dustin were all set to see the panel Eddie and his friends would be at and Steve’s bank account was about to kick the bucket. Dustin was excited, though, and that was all Steve needed to know that this was worth it.

He couldn’t lie, this was slightly for him too. Ever since he’d laid eyes on the man Dustin called his idol, he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Steve’s known for a while that he liked guys. Before Dustin was born, he’d even dated a few, but he’s not sure he’s felt this way in a long time just based on someone's looks. The critical part of his mind scolded him.

'This is your son's favourite streamer you're thinking about!'

'His looks might deceive him. He could be a total douche.'

'Is he really all that?'

Yes. Eddie really was 'all that.' His personality was large and he was really, really attractive. 

'He probably has a girlfriend. You don't even know if he likes guys.'

Steve sighed and rubbed his eyes. He would have to start on dinner soon for Dustin, Dustin's "friend" Suzie, and himself soon. He could contemplate this all later. Maybe tomorrow at the convention, but hopefully not ever again. He stood up from his chair in his office and closed his computer. He walked down the hallway and all that could be heard was the tv in Dustin's room. 

Suspicious. 

He walked further and leaned closer to Dustin's door that sat open by three inches. After another moment Steve pushed the door open fully to see Suzie tucked into Dustin's side as they lay on his bed, seemingly watching a movie. 

"Dad! What the hell!" The two jumped and Suzie gripped onto Dustin's shirt. 

"Calm down Dustin, I'm just asking what you guys want for dinner." Dustin was red with embarrassment and Suzie just snickered. 

"Whatever's fine, dad." He answered. "And learn to knock!" He shouted on Steve's way out. Steve snorted and made his way to the kitchen now with three things on his mind. 

Whatever was going on between his son and this girl. (Which he totally predicted, by the way.) 

What he was making for dinner. 

An insanely pretty streamer he was probably too old to be gawking over.

Dinner was only going a little awkwardly. Suzie sat quietly, eating the quiche Steve had made. Dustin glared at his father from across the circular table and Steve tried his hardest not to make a face back. 

"So, Suzie. How's school been for you?" Steve asked as he fiddled with his fork. 

"Dad." Dustin groaned. 

"What?" Steve drew out the 'a.' "I'm just asking how her classes are." 

"Well, my grades are just fine. I enjoy my academics a lot actually! I only wish I could say the same for Dusty." She smiled at the boy whose face dropped. 

"Snitch!" Dustin accused and Suzie laughed, Dustin's scowl softened at the sight before it hardened and he turned to his father. "Don't listen to a word she says," Dustin pointed a fork at Steve who threw his hands up. 

"Alright, alright. Finish your dinner so you can have time to wind down before you go to bed. You've got a big day tomorrow." Dustin smiled before starting to scarf down his food as if he hadn't eaten in days. 

"Slow down, Dusty!" Suzie squealed. She was a good match for him, Steve thought. 

At least Dustin had Suzie.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

Lord have mercy.

The girls had come back from a nice lunch, courtesy of Austin who was the only one willing to do them a solid and pay for their food, and things were calm until the sun went down. They’d found a pizza place and called for delivery. It was good, Robin found, but she’d had better back in Miami.

After that, they’d flipped through the few channels the hotel TV offered and Chrissy began her nightly routine of a simple skin care routine and brading of her hair. Then, she would join Robin under the covers. She wore a mint green silk pyjama set, a spaghetti strapped tank top and shorts that ended before her mid thigh, and Robin felt under dressed in her wife beater and Archie sweatpants.

The only light spared was from the lamp that sat on Robin's side of the bed she was almost scared to turn it off. If she did, it would really seem like it was just her and Chrissy. 

"Are you totally sure you're comfortable with me? I mean, I've been told I'm a pretty clingy sleeper. I wouldn't want you to wake up with me-" Robin started rambling before Chrissy stepped in. 

"Rob! I already promised." Chrissy's eyes were drooping and Robin could tell she was really to pass the fuck out. Robin smiled fondly, brushing Chrissy's bangs from her face and pulling the blankets up further. "You know, you're really pretty." Chrissy sleepily admitted. Robin stared in shock for a moment. 

"Y-you think?" 

"Uh huh," She pulled a hand out of the covers and laid it on Robin's cheek. "Super pretty." Chrissy smiled and brought her hand back to her chest before swiftly falling asleep. 

‘Are you there god? It’s me, Margaret.’ Robin thought. She brought her palm to the same cheek Chrissy had just touched and she felt how much her face had heated up. God, she probably looked like a lovesick fool, but she couldn't even judge herself for that when she laid her eyes upon Chrissy's sleeping figure. She looked so at peace. Quite often she was riddled with anxiety or happiness, both that made her constantly fidgeting or moving around. Now, she was still and sound. Robin fought herself to take a mental photo, wanting to remember this sight forever. Wanting to wake up to this sight forever. 

Reluctantly, Robin rolled to lay on her back. She never slept well on her side. She turned the lamp out finally and soon enough her own eyes became heavy with sleep, and she herself would also succumb to sleep.

The next sound Robin would hear would be the screech of her ringtone and Chrissy's groan from next to her. Robin reached to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. It was Eddie, that bastard. 

"Eddie?" 

"Woah, morning Robin." Eddie seemed pretty awake for... Ten in the morning. "Just wanted to make sure you two were awake. I'm guessing you weren't until just now." 

"Yeah, asshole. I had an alarm set for eleven." Robin whined and Chrissy yawned from beside her. 

"Okay, well I wanted us to all meet up for brunch before the panel. So get ready and meet us in the lobby by eleven-thirty. Okay? Okay." Eddie hung up before Robin could intervene. 

"He is such a prick," Robin groaned and set her phone back down. Chrissy giggles as she rubs her eyes. 

"That's Eddie, alright." Chrissy sighed. She sat up and stretched out her arms. Robin had to stop herself from staring at the slight muscle the former cheerleader still had. She sat up as well, much to her dismay. "I," Chrissy swung her legs over the side of the bed before standing up. "Am going to have a shower. You want me to be quick so you can have one too?" 

"If you wouldn't mind. I could always wait until after we hang out with the guys too." Robin said as she walked over to the small vanity and started to brush her hair. 

"Oh, Robin. You are a gift from god." Chrissy responded as she approached the taller and left a kiss on her cheek before scurrying away to the small bathroom of the hotel room. Robin simply froze. This girl had no idea what she was doing to her.

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@marklee-blackmore

#steddie #buckingham #steve x eddie #robin x chrissy #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #stranger things 4 #fanfic #fanfiction #steddie au #steve harrington au #eddie munson au #modern au

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Ayaka, Sara, and Yae with a Yokai S/O

The Yokai of choice for this writing is Ōnamazu, or just Namazu. They are essentially catfish who love to cause chaos and destruction, and can cause devastating earthquakes.

Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun with this! And for reference, this is what they look like!

Ayaka knew about the existence of Youkai (This is how Genshin calls Yokai, idk it's weird to me too) thanks to Itto, Sara, and Yae.

So while the idea isn't completely foreign to her, it's safe to say she hasn't met too many.

Especially when it comes to the type her S/O is.

They called themselves "Namazu", and showed their true form to her a couple times.

They were a huge catfish, and whenever they switched to their human form, they still had massive whiskers and slightly bigger eyes.

She thought it was cute.

Until they got excited at her calling them cute and started thrashing around, causing a mini-earthquake.

And so she only makes sure to give them compliments in human form, not because she didn't think their actual form was cute.

But mostly because she didn't want to entomb the Kamisato Estate.

Their love for wanton mayhem and destruction was also not entirely welcome, but at least they knew where to draw the line.

Though one peculiar thing she noticed is that they liked to be under mud in the rivers of Inazuma.

She didn't think too much of it until she left to do her duties as S/O did their Namazu business.

Which was vibing in the muds.

As they were doing so, they were caught by fishermen who brought the biggest catch of their lives back to Inazuma City.

Thinking it'd be funny for Ayaka to see them like this, they played along.

Until they were thrown onto the chopping board.

They began flopping around causing the entire building to shake.

Ayaka happened to be in the area at the time, and she recognized that specific shaking anywhere.

Going to the source, she saw a mess of bystanders and chefs trying to cut S/O to pieces as they flailed and spoke.

(S/O) "JOKE! JOKE! IT'S A JOKE! DON'T CUT ME!"

Ayaka was absolutely horrified, but knew this wasn't entirely on the fishermen's heads.

The sight of her calmed everyone down, and she took this malicious catfish away from the public eye, and she threw them into a relatively small pond.

(Ayaka) "..."

She glared at them, obviously not amused.

S/O's head poked out of the water, giving the signature catfish grin.

...Okay now she was slightly amused.

(Ayaka) "Really though, I'm in the middle of work."

(S/O) "I thought it'd be a fun joke, but they took it too far!"

(Ayaka) "You didn't say a single word to them that entire time?"

(S/O) "Listen, I thought they'd be smart enough to recognize that a catfish that's as big as a grown man isn't normal. If you want next time I can tell them my girlfriend is-"

(Ayaka) "There will not be a next time of this. Am I clear?"

(S/O) "Alright alright...I'll make it up to you, don't worry!"

Ayaka smiled as she sighed.

(Ayaka) "I know you will. Don't cause any more trouble okay?"

(S/O) "I make no such promises."

Ayaka's smile quickly turned into a glare.

(S/O) "Y-Yes, Ma'am."

Sara just wants to meet a normal Youkai. For once.

Then she met the Namazu.

And after thirty seconds of conversation, only one thought came to mind.

S/O was even worse than Itto and Yae.

The idiot Namazu loved to cause disruptions much to her headache.

Yet...they were also very sweet to her.

She's still slightly annoyed on how she managed to fall for such a chaotic catfish.

And even worse, they loved to torment her as a way to "get your mind off work!"

And the way they did that was flopping around the mud and causing the ground to shake.

(S/O) "Saraaaa! Take me to the skies!"

(Sara) "What makes you think I can carry you?!"

(S/O) "I dunno, but we can find out!"

(Sara) disgruntled noise

One day, she was patrolling the streets of Inazuma city until she saw a catfish hanging by the racks of a sushi vendor.

It wouldn't have caught her eye if the Namazu wasn't the size of an adult.

If this was their first year in the relationship, she'd smite the chef thinking they just fileted her lover.

But this wasn't their first year, and she knew better.

She casually walked up to the vendor and eyed the catfish with a deepening frown.

(Sara) "Where did you procure this catfish?"

(Chef) "Iunno, it just appeared outta nowhere. Though some kids wanted to have some of it, would you care for some, Lady Kujou?"

(Sara) "...Make sure to throw it in a pot of boiling water first."

The catfish began flailing from the rope, scaring everyone but Sara.

She walked off as it broke free, hopping on the ground after her and causing the ground to shake, confusing everyone.

Her eye was twitching when she turned around to the catfish who was staring at her with big ol' eyes, desperate not to get thrown to the pot.

She tried her best to ignore the slime as she picked the catfish up and tossed it as far as she could into the nearby river.

(S/O) "OW!"

(Sara) "S/O. Explain yourself. Now."

(S/O) "Oh come on, it was a joke!"

(Sara) "It would've been better to let you turn into sushi!"

(S/O) "You can't deny that it was funny watching everyone react when I moved, yeah?"

(Sara) "What I can't deny is that you're causing a public disturbance! You got my clothes all dirty too!"

She turned away and puffed before feeling an arm wrap around her with a towel.

(Sara) "...I'm not looking."

(S/O) "You will~."

(Sara) "No."

(S/O) "At least take the towel."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to grab the towel and saw their bright smile and the whiskers twitching in mild excitement.

(Sara) "...Alright fine, it was kind of funny. I won't save you next time."

(S/O) "If you promise to not overwork yourself to death, I'll promise not to cause any more chaos!"

(Sara) "...We both know that's a lie."

(S/O) "...As much chaos."

Sara chuckled.

(Sara) "There we are...Sure, we have a deal."

Yae missed her old Youkai friends, so when a Namazu decided to pop into her life, she was not going to let them get away.

Everyone thinks the Namazu an absolute menace, but Yae sees the opposite. She sees them as an endless source of entertainment.

She fell for them after the two have bonded over their long life, and the friends they've lost and made along the way.

And how much joy they bring into her dull life could not be overstated.

Yae being a Kitsune, she was a bit more clever in her antics while her Namazu S/O said 'to hell with subtlety' and went on full chaos.

And Yae loved it.

Deciding to play a prank on them after the countless ones they played on her, she told the shrine maidens to bring her a catfish from the pond and into the kitchen.

They were a bit confused as to why the catfish was an absolute unit, but they knew better than to question Yae's judgement.

When the catfish woke up, the first thing they saw was Yae with a knife in her hands.

The scream could be heard from the bottom of the Shrine, scaring everyone to death on top.

The catfish flailed violently, or at least attempted to.

They was tied down to prevent a deadly earthquake, but it provided Yae with at least 5 minutes of laughter.

Turning back into human, they looked at her.

(S/O) "YAE, WHAT THE HECK?!"

Finally managing to stop laughing, she wiped away a tear forming.

(Yae) "Oh come on, S/O. It was a joke."

(S/O) "I thought I was going to die!"

(Yae) "Don't be dramatic. I found your journal. You were planning to make this exact joke a week from now."

(S/O) "Wha-How did you know!?"

(Yae) "...Dear, you don't just leave a journal directly next to a pond, and don't expect me to read it."

(S/O) "...Fair enough. So uh, can you untie me?"

They were still tied up from their hands and feet, trying to wiggle their way out.

Yae knelt down and S/O could see a glint in her eyes.

(Yae) "Well, foxes have been known to eat fish.~"

Getting MUCH too close for comfort, S/O quickly rolled away out the door, down the stairs, and back into the pond, confusing the shrine maidens to no end.

And getting Yae to burst out laughing for another 5 minutes.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #sara kujou x reader #yae miko x reader #ayaka kamisato #sara kujou #yae miko

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Hihi! currently dealing with a bout of bad chronic pain and it got me thinking.

Any chance to get a hall mom Thornhill and platonic student reader who has chronic pain. Hurt / all comfort lol.

thornhill makes something to ease the pain using some of her plants in the greenhouse? And maybe she specifically started growing the plants once she learned one of her students suffered from chronic pain?

Please and thank you! Also feel free to change anything up!

Much love from the frog king🐸

Exam Season

Pairings: Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: Reader has been in some pain and finally finds a solution.

TW: mentions of drugs, chronic pain, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol

A/n I had so much fun with this one. I did a lot of research through my old medical textbooks so most of it is hopefully accurate.

It was exam season which meant pain, both from studying and well … the chronic kind. And just because you were used to it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. Because it did. Badly.

There were a few things that caused pain flare ups for you ever since the car accident you were in a few years ago. Of course, one of the two was stress which was assured with exam season and the second was disrupted sleep patterns and with all the late-night study sessions that was another thing you could check off the mental triggers list. But it's not like you couldn’t study. You needed to. You prided yourself on it. Your family name was all you had left of your parents. They, unlike you did not survive the crash. So you used the fear of being nobody with no home as a drive, to work. To be someone worth something.

The light was on in your dorm once again as Ms Thornhill made the rounds before going to bed herself. Ophelia hall had few rooms where there was only one student. You had been lucky enough to be one of them. So she knew you were awake. But the light had been on four nights in a row now. Surely that was getting a little bit excessive. She made mental note to ask you about it later in her class, she knew you were a responsible student and as you were old enough to make your own decisions, she trusted you to make good ones at that.

It must have been around two am before you actually got to sleep. The next morning the pain was so much worse. You dragged yourself out of bed in hope that a hot shower would relax the muscles in your neck. You stood and lazily made your way to the ensuite, mentally thanking whoever was in charge of the roomie situation that you simply didn’t have one.

After a shower that seemed to have little to no effect at all on the stupid amount of pain you were in you dressed slowly and grabbed breakfast before heading to botany.

You had no meds for the pain, Panadol never touched the level of chronic pain you were in. High dose stuff made you nervous, you didn’t want to get addicted at such a young age. But you also couldn’t ask for help without exposing the fact you had nobody at home to get you anything.

You made it a point to avoid the infirmary, opting to look out for yourself.

When you had signed up for nevermore yourself, you had faked your parents' signatures based off some old documents you found in your father's study. You had guarded that secret with your life.

Every parent's weekend you simply said they lived far away which was why you stayed on the grounds during breaks, not because you hated the empty house you would eventually have to go home to. So no, you didn’t risk seeing the nurse.

Taking your seat in the room you were slouching badly, trying to ease the pain by loosening the muscles. Every once in a while, you would roll your shoulders to try and get a temporary reprieve in the constant gnawing on your sanity. After a bit you gave up on the worksheet all together and put your head down on the desk trying to get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as possible in that moment.

You jumped when you felt a hand make contact with your back gently. Looking up with bleary eyes, glazed with pain, you saw the concerned face of Ms Thornhill looking down at you.

“Honey are you ok?” She asked already knowing the answer, she was biting her bottom lip, usually you were veery composed so she knew it was something bad.

“Im fine Ms Thornhill.” You said sounding slightly strained.

“Darling I’m your dorm mom right now, call my Marilyn sweetie.” She said and began rubbing circles on your back. You relaxed under her touch, it was soothing and it had been so long since you had any sort of positive contact. You relished in the feeling. You were too tired to care right now about the rest of the class who luckily seemed to be paying no attention at all to the two of you.

“Im fine Marilyn.” You said and ducked your head again.

“Darling don’t lie to me I can tell somethings wrong.” She said softly but sternly. You nodded with tears in your eyes.

“Can I talk to you later.” You whispered.

“Well class is over in a few minutes so please stay behind and talk to me.” She said sensing that you weren’t going to talk in front of your peers.

When class finally ended you packed up your books slowly and stayed seated as the class trailed out. Ms Thornhill came over and pulled up the chair beside you, taking your hand in hers and rubbing it with her thumb grazing gently over your knuckles.

“Talk to me sweetheart.” She said and you choked back tears. The dam burst when she pulled you in for a hug. It had been so long since you had a hug.

You sobbed into her shoulder, and she rubbed your back.

“Shh shh shhh its ok Darling. Im here. And I’ll help you however i can sweetie.” She said before pausing.

“Darling how long has it been since you had a hug?”

“T-too long.” You sniffled.

Then you simply buried your face in her neck until you calmed down. When you finally pulled away, she wiped away the tears with her thumb.

“Now whats the matter many darling?” She asked and you swallowed.

“A few years ago, i was in a car accident. I got whiplash and hurt my neck. It’s never really been the same since. I know it's not in my file but i can usually manage it fine by myself. With the stress of the exam coming up and late nights studying it … it hurts so much more than it normally does. Im scared to take anything I might get addicted to.”

“Well first, we will need to update your file.” She said squeezing you hand gently. “Second if this is a bad flare up...” she paused and waited for your response, and you nodded. “Which it is.” She said slowly, “I can give you something for the pain. And we can manage it together. Ok darling?” She asked and you nodded feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Now I don’t think principal Weems would approve of me growing you some medicinal Marijuana.” She said and you gave a choked laugh.

“No, I don’t think I would.” Came a voice from the doorway and both of you turned to face the principle. She was wearing a small, amused smirk as she walked over to join you.

“I had a report Y/n wasn’t in her second class. I thought i may find her here.” She said. “Anyone want to explain?” She asked and you looked to Ms Thornhill to answer.

“Y/n was just telling me how she’s been having some issues as of late. Chronic pain was it darling?” She asked looking at you and you nodded and looked away studying the plants on the window cil. “We were just discussing some options.” She finished.

“And I’m glad you have ruled out medicinal Marijuana.” Weems said with a laugh.

“As am I.” You whispered making them both laugh.

“Glad to see you were paying attention in last week's drugs and alcohol assembly darling.” The principal drawled. “However, Ms Thornhill here, may need another.” She said jokingly. “So, whats the plan?”

“Well, I was going to make Ms L/n here some chamomile, willow bark and meadowsweet tea for the pain. Maybe a massage and a heat pack.” Ms Thornhill said standing and grabbing various tins of dried herbs. “I have been wanting to grow some more of my herbs for any students that would need them, and it seems u have found my first patient.” She smiled kindly at you, and you simply nodded again.

“Well, I’ll leave you two too it. I’ll also excuse Ms L/n here from her classes for the day. Provided you are either with Ms Thornhill, at your dorm or at the infirmary.” She said and you thanked her as she left.

A moment later the botany teacher placed a steaming mug of tea in front of you and you sighed as she pressed a heat pack she had seemingly pulled from thin air against your neck.

“I can give you a massage later, the upper traps and right across your shoulders if you like?” She said and you nodded. “Yes please.” You said shyly and she beamed at you.

“Drink that tea darling girl and then we can see how you're feeling. Also, I’d be happy to tutor you if it helps with the stress.”

“Oh you … you don’t have to do that, I’m sure I'll be fine.” You stammered not wanting to take up anymore of her time.

“Darling I’m offering.” She said and you paused.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask my sweet.” She said and you sipped the tea again.

It was safe to say the tea helped significantly. Despite being an old remedy and not being clinically proven, it worked really well.

For the rest of the day, you hung out with the botany teacher, and she helped you study some more. Maybe, just maybe, life would be a bit easier from now on.

MASTERLIST

#sicfic #chronic pain #thornhill x r #platonic #botany #nevermore #outcast R #outcast reader #Princple weems #marilyn thornhill #soft thornhill #marilyn thornhill is not laurel gates #dorm mom #whump #hurt comfort #wednesday addams #thornhill comfort #comfort #fluff #slight angst #exams #stress #outcasts #nevermore academy #Ms Thornhill #laurel gates #sick reader #sick r #pain #suffering

[pixelmensupremacy]

Bloody lovely

A/N: It was only appropriate, that I wrote this during my period. Anyways I've always wanted to write something out of my comfort zone and I dare say I'm pleased with how it turned out.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Oral sex, period sex, descriptions of blood and overall things realted to periods, fem!reader, 18+ content

pic credit 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 🤍 . on pinterest

Constant pain in (Y/N)'s lower back disrupted her work; despite the fact, that she tried to brush it off as expected consequences of overworking, a piercing cramp in her ovary proved to be something she had not quite anticipated- her period was coming.

Even so (Y/N) carried on with her tasks, prioritizing her duties over her comfort. Carefully she swept away the dust, covering the fine pottery, that acted as decoration for the interior of the Dimitrescu castle. She hummed to herself to speed up the process and to somewhat distract herself from anything, that may weigh on her mind whilst dealing with the chores. Just as she was about to move on to the next pot a familiar voice called out her name. (Y/N) recognized the Lady's distinct timbre and immediately followed the direction where the sound came from.

Within a minute she reached the second floor and knocked on the snowy door- decorated with elegant golden ornaments- that lead to the Lady's private chambers.

"Come in."

"How can I be of service." (Y/N) asked politely after she closed the door.

"Mother Miranda insists, that we must gather to discuss an urgent matter. I need you to help me change in another dress." The Lady informed her all the while applying her lipstick. With finesse she colored her lips in crimson, that never failed to anchor (Y/N)’s attention- now was no exception. She observed her mistress; the way she intensely gazed at her own reflection- focused on the brush as she applied the make up to her soft lips. Oh how she wished to be that mirror right now. Heat rose to her cheeks at the thought, but she had to leave her fantasies behind and tend to her mistress’s needs.

The Lady stood up from her chair, her svelte figure tower over the maid, as she approached her. (Y/N) was quick to oblige her order; standing behind her, she was faced with the Lady's tall frame. With the help of a ladder, intended for such occasions, (Y/N) was able to reach the buttons of her signature silky white dress. As she reached up to the top button a sharp pain pierced through her belly. Gritting her teeth, she tried to ignore the discomfort and focus on her current task. Eventually she undid the Lady Dimitrescu's dress; climbing down the ladder another intense cramp pierced through her lower back, causing her to whimper.

"Is everything alright, dear?" A tinge of concern was evident in her gentle voice.

"Yes, Mistress. There's no need for concern." (Y/N) muttered; her head hanged above her chest in order to avoid eye contact and even more to prevent glancing over her naked figure. Her sides turned a light shade of red just at the thought.

"You don't need to be hiding anything from me." The maid felt a flutter in her stomach, masking the tension settled there. Hesitantly she glanced up only to be met with the soft gaze of the Lady. In her eyes she found nothing but compassion, one that was a rare occurrence for any maid to experience. Not once had (Y/N) been told by her co-workers that she was indeed a favourite of Dimitrescu, yet she never took their words seriously- though she too had noticed a significant difference in the Lady’s behavior with the other maids in comparison to the demeanor she had towards (Y/N). Perhaps that was also the reason (Y/N) actually found this job somewhat enjoyable; the warm smiles and kind words motivated her to do her best in pleasing her mistress. Along the way (Y/N) had caught feelings for Alcina Dimitrescu; feared by many- if not all- of her fellow villagers. The maid thought she shared this with the other residents, but she wasn’t aware she mistook her adoration towards the Lord as an awe. In this moment, as she gently placed her hand on the maid’s shoulder, (Y/N) understood there was a depth to her feelings she had not realized existed.

“I’m on my period, that’s all.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Poor thing. Why have you not told me earlier? I have a solution, that most certainly will help you.” Her statement successfully piqued the maid’s interest.

“What are You suggesting?” (Y/N) had a puzzled look on her face.

“Come sit.” She gestured, as she laid on the white couch. (Y/N) froze in place, still unable to grasp what she was supposed to do. She blanky stared at Alcina's face; the maid tried to keep her focus on her amber irises, yet her attention was strongly pulled towards her sumptuous figure, that was displayed right before her curious eyes.

"Darling, I can't help if you don't participate." She calmly clarifed, as she sat up; her hand reached for (Y/N)'s one- the contact caused goose bumps to form on her velvety skin.

"I can assure you this will ease your pain." She began explaining; she slid her hands underneath the fabric of (Y/N)'s dress, her fingers ran along the warm skin of the maid's thighs until they reached her underwear. (Y/N) stood still, taking in the feeling of her cool digits knead her flesh; an overwhelming euphoric sensation spread throughout her body, yet in the back of her mind there was shame. Despite her body welcoming her mistress's loving touch, her conciousness was hesitant.

"You don't need to repress your desires." Alcina paused to pull (Y/N)'s panties in one swift motion, causing her to gasp; she held the bloodsoaked cloth close to her nose. "I can feel your arousal in your scent." The maid felt bare under the Lady's gaze- a gaze that could effortlessly read right throgh her with unmatched accuracy.

"Now be good and do as I say." The maid nodded obediently. The Lady laid back on the pale silk cushions, letting the bloody underwear slip away from her fingers.

"Sit on my face." Her voice echoed in (Y/N)'s ears; the order was simple, yet the maid hesitated-  the words sounded so scandalous and so alluring at the same time. Despite the immense embarrassment she followed orders; silently she positioned herself above the Lady's head. Rolling back the material of the skirt (Y/N) was met with Alcina's lustful amber gaze.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Alcina reassured her, as if she was able to read every single of the maid’s thoughts. The Lady rested her hands on either side of (Y/N)’s hips, carefully drawing her pussy closer to her watering mouth. The exquisite aroma she radiated tingled the receptors of the mistress’s nose in a way nothing has ever done before. Driven by sheer desire Alcina ran her tongue in between (Y/N)’s folds, intentionally brushing her muscle against the maid’s sensitive bud, causing her to whimper at the delightful sensation.

(Y/N)’s responsiveness, combined with her intoxicating scent, only fueled Alcina’s desire to delve deeper into her bleeding hole. Lapping at her entrance the Lady was enthralled by the taste of (Y/N)’s juices- an immaculate mixture of blood and arousal coming together to create the best cocktail Alcina has ever had the pleasure of tasting. Unable to withstand her excitement the mistress hummed in delight. (Y/N)’s hips trembled at the sweet stimulation, resulting in her losing her balance; she dug her fingers in the snowy armrest of the couch, supporting her weight.

A high pitched moan was ripped out her throat, as the mistress sucked on her clit. Pleased by her sounds, Alcina continued abusing her clit in hope of coaxing more of (Y/N)’s moans. Much to her surprise that plan of hers appeared to be a success; a series of whines and moans trailed off the maid’s lips, resonating in the whole room and -very likely- beyond the walls. Though the mistress seemed unphased by it, since she continued massaging the bundle of nerves in circular motion, disregarding her growing thirst atthe moment. (Y/N) felt the pain fade away, as an euphoric feeling took its place. Her body tensed at the constant friction her sensitive pussy received, she felt an undeniable buildup of pleasure threatening to wash over her nerves.

The mistress caught on that, but decided not to grand her with the climax she so desired- instead she returned her tongue back on her hole, slightly dipping it in. (Y/N) whined in protest, yet she didn’t dare question her mistress’s actions. Her head fell back as the Lady’s tongue roamed her plush walls, though it was not enough to send her over the edge.

“Please, Mistress…” The maid whined in between moans. “Please let me feel good.”

“Use my name, dear. I want to hear you say it.” Alcina paused for a moment to steal a glance at (Y/N) only to notice her flushed face, that caused a mischievous smirk to form on the Lady’s scarlet colored lips.

“Alcina, please let me cum.” The words rolled off the maid’s plump lips in the form of a desperate cry, that was more than enough for the mistress to comply to her plea. Immediately Alcina kissed her throbbing clit, all the while her fingers delved into her dripping pussy. Lewd sounds filled the entirety of the Lady’s private chambers, notifying anyone passing by of what was occurring behind the closed door.

Shortly (Y/N)’s moans got more frequent and louder, indicating she was reaching her high. Alcina picked up her pace; her digits dived deeper with each thrust accidentally hitting a spot, that had (Y/N) seeing stars.

“Alcina, I think I-“ She was cut off by a groan of pleasure, as the knot in her tummy finally unraveled, causing her legs to tremble in aftershocks. Alcina continued lapping at her entrance, collecting as much as she could from the precious elixir. Once she was satisfied, the mistress stood up only to lay the maid on her place.

“Are you feeling improvement?” She caressed (Y/N)’s cheek, whilst lovingly gazing at her.

“Definitely. I am at loss of words. How can I repay-“ Unfortunately, the ring of the phone disrupted their conversation. The Lady let out a puff, before she made her way to the elegant mirror cabinet, atop of which was placed a telephone. Sitting before the mirror she picked up the phone.

“I deeply apologize for my absence. I was occupied with urgent business, although I assure I’ll be there shortly.” A firm voice was barely heard from the other end of the line, whilst the mistress paused. “Yes. Thank you, Mother Miranda.” Within a minute the conversation was over.

“I’m afraid our time together has come to an end, but I’ll be very glad if you pay me a visit tonight.” (Y/N)’s eyes lit with thrill at her words. “Now please assist me with dressing, Mother Miranda won’t tolerate my absence for much longer.”

(Y/N) complied willingly; a new sense of enthusiasm bloomed within her heart at the Lady’s words. She couldn’t wat to see what her mistress had in store for her.

Part 2

#resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu

[the-anxious-stargazer]

Late For Movie Night || Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: With Kate's night being disrupted because of a robbery, she went to deal with it but at the cost of being late to see her girlfriend. What happens when an angry reader waits for her at home?

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Kate being cute please give me season 2 already Kevin Feige!

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Kate begged for a better time for this robbery to happen out of all times. As much as she loves saving the day, this was not it. She's had several instances of her plans being postponed because she saved the day, her precious plans are getting ruined at the cost of her heroism.

Specifically her movie night with her girlfriend.

The black-haired woman had been doing it more frequently as much to her displeasure and her girlfriend has been affected by her tardiness. Luckily enough, Y/N was incredibly patient but she has seen her lose it in some cases. It's one of the last things she wants to see. All she wanted was to buy the food they needed and come back early. So pushing her thoughts aside and readied her body for the actions she was about to do. Kate then enters the familiar local grocery that was being robbed by some dudes wearing ski-mask and all-black clothing. She didn't have time to throw immature comments their way and annoy the heck out of them. The last thing she needed is to be too talkative and make this problem go longer.

"I'm going to say this once, but put the money and stolen goods back and leave the store," Kate warns the five men who stared at her, and two chuckled.

"Look what we have here fellas, a hero! Fuck off, kid." The biggest guy told her off but knowing Kate Bishop, she's too stubborn to do so.

After not doing so, the guy who was now supposed to be the leader gestured to his friend and the other guy marched forward to attack Kate. She immediately caught a glimpse of the brass knuckles that he wore on his left hand and it was easy to say that this was his dominant hand. The archer didn't have her signature bow so she has to handle this with some old fashion hand-in-hand combat and to her luck she's had the training for that. Following her words, the archer then caught his fist before she went to twist his hand after he attempted to lay a punch on her and the guy screamed in pain. His friends then went to help him while the last two stayed to continue grabbing the money. Kate has been doing this for a while that she's almost predicted their attacks, but she still misses some and gets herself hurt from them. But alas, the fight dies down and they run away with the money left behind and the store a bit damaged from the fight. Thankfully, there were at least two aisles that were disarranged, but many items were scattered to the ground. She would have figured that Clint would be surprised at her barely joking around. The raven-haired woman takes a deep breath after the scene and apologizes to the cashier who she knows is also the owner of the shop.

"Please, you've saved my store from being robbed. Don't be sorry." Mr. Sanchez lets her know. She'd been a common face to his store and offered some sandwiches, "Take these, Kate. It's all I can offer for now and I know these are your favorites." He continues with an appreciative smile.

"No need for money, Mr. Shanchez. I'm just glad I'm able to help around." Kate reassures and the man's smile couldn't get any wider.

"You got a good heart, missy. Go on now, I'm sure you still got places to be." He pats her shoulder and with a curt nod she rushes out to go back to her apartment.

Kate had run as fast as she could with a bag filled with sandwiches. She checks her phone on the other hand for the time and would franticly speed up whenever the time moves by 1 minute forward. If the people of New York cared enough, they would probably think that the archer was a robber. Ten minutes of sprinting had her reaching the front door of the apartment complex and being greeted by the owner of the pizza place. They usually order from them when it's movie night or when Lucky won't eat his food that wasn't pizza and Joe is always happy to oblige.

"Miss Bishop, great timing. Here are the pizzas you ordered!" Joe, the head chef, hands out 3 boxes with a proud smile on his face.

"Thank you so much, Joe. Have a good night!" She sends her thanks.

Rushing to her apartment door, she let out a sigh of relief when she made it by being seventeen minutes late. Kate has arrived way later before, but this was a first. And the best part was she wasn't too injured or anything. Maybe just a small cut on her bottom lip. The archer has had worse before, but the perks of having a girlfriend who's studying nursing are kind of help though she can't be saved from the lectures that follow. Taking a deep breath, Kate fishes out her copy of the front door key from her pocket and opened it as quietly as she could. With the boxes of pizza and the said bag of sandwiches being balanced in one hand while the other opens the door, the woman enters her apartment. Sadly for her favor, the tv could be heard and Lucky has instantly welcomed her with a bark. Kate closes the door as stealth as she could and reluctantly she turns around to face her girlfriend who had sat by the couch with a visible frown present on her face.

'Uh oh...' Kate thought to herself.

"Hi, baby!" The archer greets her only to be replied with and dissatisfied nod and hum.

"I got pizza and sandwiches for us." Highlighting the things she held with one hand before she walks close to the dining table to settle them there.

The apartment had been fixed and had new furniture ever since it got burnt down by the Tracksuit Mafia. Kate loved the place too much and settling at her family home didn't feel the same way for her so she was happy that there was still enough money for her to rebuild the place. The living room had been a new addition and the kitchen looks a hundred times better than how it was when Kate was still living alone. She also has to thank Y/N's taste for the decorations.

"I know the wings are missing, but the place you craved for was close so that's why I took a bit longer." Kate tries to reason out.

But nothing makes Y/N budge out of her pursed lips. Knowing her girlfriend enough would tell her that this was the exact thing she didn't want to reach out here tonight. In defeat, Kate puts down her shoulders and finally admits, "There was a robbery at Mr. Sanchez's grocery. I saved him and the shop." She says.

"Seventeen minutes." Her girlfriend voices out and she slightly winces at the mention of how late she had arrived.

That kind of voice sometimes scares people and patients when they're being too entitled to her, even Kate herself is scared when she dictates her full name, almost like her mother when her patience is lost but Eleanor was way more different. Waiting for her to walk out, Kate is surprised when a giggle was heard from the love of her life and she watches as her eyes crinkle. The change of expression left her stunned while her girlfriend stood up from the comfort of their couch. She had never been this fazed since meeting Yelena. Y/N then goes to where she stood and examines the cut on her lip with a hum. She goes to planting a careful peck. The archer realizes that she had been playing with her all along and couldn't help but pout.

"It's a new record and I'm happy that you made the effort to come early. Now sit and let me clean that up." Y/N teases her with a kiss on her cheek and referred to her injury.

Kate wastes no time following her instruction and sat by the couch with her dog following her from behind. Observing what was playing on the screen, The Good Place had been playing. Y/N had been talking about it lately and Kate knew she wanted to watch it together. That is how it has always been for them, they binge a series or movie together. Her girlfriend comes back with a familiar red box from the bathroom and also the food she had brought for them. With the number of times, she has tidied up her wounds, keeping the medkit stocked was a must at their place.

"Hm not too bad, but still needs an ointment." Her girlfriend mentions while studying her lip. She has seen worse scars before and thankfully they weren't Kate's. Just the thought of her having those kinds makes her shiver.

"Did Mr. Sanchez give you these sandwiches?" Y/N asks to which the raven-haired girl bobs her head as a response.

"You love his ham sandwich too much, love." She comments while grabbing the ointment she needed. Kate always liked how delicate she is when she's in nurse mode and that focused look she wears with it. After applying the ointment to her cut, she pecks her nose and offers a soft smile.

"All done!" Kate giggles at her girlfriend's cuteness.

"Thank you, baby. You're always too good to me."

"Hey, you always deserve it even if you're kicking butts and being late all the time. You know that I get it. I don't always do the saving part your way but I'm the one who patches things up." Y/N reassures her.

"I know, but I'm aware that being late affects you too. You sometimes have to stay up just to wait up for me to come home when you should be sleeping for your morning shift." And Kate only worried about her well-being more than her own. She knew that her lover chose to do so because she cares a lot about her, but she hates the idea of being a burden when she already has more to worry about,

"Well, I'd rather be sleepy in the ER because even if I don't wait up for you I won't be able to sleep," Y/N tells her with her hand being placed on her cheek.

Kate couldn't help herself from leaning to her touch.

"Being a hero means a lot to you and you still have a long way to go. Who knows, maybe you'll get live with a new group of the Avengers!"

The archer then sincerely smiles at the dream. Kate still has a long way to go from all the hero stuff and she's still at the beginning of it all. Her idol is mentoring her and invites her to spend the holidays at his home, her hero life is going well, college is college, and she has an awesome loving girlfriend to support her for whatever lies ahead. Even if life has been hard for her for a while ever since her mom got arrested Kate's still happy about what her life has become. Just the love Y/N gives let's her remember her dad. She just can't wait for what comes next.

"What can I say, I'm a lucky gal dating the sexiest future surgeon in the world." Kate brags to which she giggles.

"Alright Lady Arrow, drop the arrogance vibe, and let's watch the show." Y/N jokes knowing that the archer would cringe at the mention of the title she had thought of back then.

"Spare me from the embarrassing names, baby." All she could do was laugh before kissing her cheek again and opening a box of pizza after.

"Never. They are too funny to forget, Kate."

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#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop #hawkeye #marvel #mcu #mcu fanfiction #nena's written work #i miss her so much pls give me a second season already

[oswildin]

Love Is A Dagger (Loki x OFC) - Chapter One

Summary: When Loki is apprehended by an organisation called the Time Variance Authority, he didn’t expect to be roped into helping a certain agent hunt an elusive variant that had been terrorising the TVA for years. What he also didn’t expect, was for the variant to apparently be connected to his timeline, to him. He couldn’t have anticipated where this whole venture would lead. The woman from his future, exposing truths about the TVA, and one big branching mess. Sacrifice, grief, anger and love… But which will prevail?

Warnings: ‘Loki’ spoilers

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THE ARCHIVES - THE TIME VARIANCE AUTHORITY - TIME UNKNOWN

"And you're sure this variant is connected to me?"

Loki raised a brow, glancing up from the report he had been skimming. He was now fitted in TVA uniform which was far better than that awful, drab jumpsuit. And that blasted collar had been removed - wise and foolish at the same time.

Although, it could do with something a bit more... refined. And the colours are still extremely dull.

Mobius had asked him to go over the case files, the reports of the ambushes, to see if he could spot anything the TVA couldn't. But it seemed whoever was on the warpath against the TVA was well versed in covering their tracks. Sneaky and stealthy it seemed.

"I mean, how can you even be sure?" Loki threw the document down, leaning back in his seat, looking over at the agent sat opposite him who was also looking through the files.

"Loki, we're the TVA, it's our job to be sure." Mobius replied lowly in return, closing the file he had been staring at for the last few minutes.

"Well, you don't even know who they are-" Loki pointed out, shrugging lightly. "Which is why you needed my help in the first place." He paused. "You're hoping our elusive variant will catch wind of the God of Mischief aiding the organisation they seem so intent on disrupting, making them slip up, assuming they know me well enough for it to rattle them." He tilted his head slightly as Mobius raised his brows, letting out a wry huff.

"You're quick, I'll give you that." The agent wagged a finger at Loki as the God's lips twitched.

"Mobius, I'm a God." He replied, tone turning mocking. "Of course I'm quick." His brows furrowed, hand lifting from the table in a gesture of 'duh, obliviously'.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Mobius conceded, eyes rolling faintly. "Except, not quick enough it seems." He added with a sigh, waving a dismissive hand towards the stacks of files. "I mean, it's bad enough when it's another you we have to deal with, but whoever this is really is taking the biscuit." He shook his head. "They're giving you a run for your money."

"Oh, I assure you-" Loki huffed out a dry laugh. "They are no match for me." His tone held his signature air of cockiness, arrogance.

This variant most certainly won't outsmart me.

"Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that." Mobius muttered, reaching for another file. "Keep up that bravado, helps with morale." He quipped, smirking faintly as Loki sent a quick glare his way.

Bravado. The nerve.

ROXXCART, HAVEN HILLS - ALABAMA - 2050

Finally. The hunt has led to this moment. Time to find out who you are, variant...

After a lot of searching and theorising, Loki and Mobius had managed to find out where the variant had likely been hiding. Loki had discovered apocalypses were the most likely answer, a place where no matter what the variant did, it wouldn't cause a branch. No nexus events could be created.

Clever. I'll give them that.

Stepping into the eerily silent, dimly lit superstore, Loki eyed their surroundings, taking in all possible hiding spots and escape routes their variant could take. Letting out a sigh, he swiftly let a shimmer of magic travel over him, drying his clothes from the storms rain as B-15 frowned at him, stepping back.

"What the hell was that?" She asked, tone a mix of surprise and irritation. Loki raised a brow, pursing his lips as he turned to look at her, hands in his trouser pockets.

"That was magic." He replied simply, glancing at the group. "Drying my clothes." He shook his head slightly, shrugging. "So I don't announce myself with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you." He paused. "At least one of us has to be sneaky to match our variant, not simply barrel in with all the grace of a bull in a china shop." He said wryly, as Mobius let out a slow breath, shaking his head at B-15 to drop it. He had come to realise it was best to just let Loki say his little comments and leave it at that, otherwise it would quickly become a battle of barbs. Loki's whole stick was to see if he could rile people up, get them to react, have them give him attention. Unfortunately, for Mobius, it worked most the time, but now was not the time or place for quips and jabs.

It wasn't long until B-15 and Mobius had a disagreement about who Loki should go with. Loki watched, lips pressed in a thin line. He was too eager to get on with the chase than to stand around and watch the pair argue about who got babysitting duties.

"It's okay." Loki held up a hand towards Mobius, raising his brows. "Trust is earned, I understand that." He said sincerely, holding the agents gaze. "So, trust that I am far too curious to find out who this vexing variant is to do anything that a uh..." He smirked faintly. "-mischievous scamp would do." He recounted Mobius' earlier words when describing him, looking at him beseechingly. Mobius sighed, shifting on his feet as he glanced at B-15, who was definitely not going to back down from her stance that Loki should stay with her.

"Fine." Mobius reluctantly conceded, before turning to Loki, pointing at him. "But first sign of trouble-"

"And I will ensure B-15 here reports straight to you." Loki finished for him with a small nod. With one last glance between them all, Loki moved to stand beside B-15, hands still in his trouser pockets, radiating a sense of calm and collected. He wasn't at all worried about this variant. In fact, he truly believed he could get them on side. Not the side of the TVA, of course, but his own side. The side where he overthrows the Time Keepers and ascends as God King.

Let the games begin.

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This was it.

Everything she had been waiting for. All the years spent endlessly planning, thinking of every possible outcome and trouble that could arise.

Her hands twisted together the last two wires, her figure hidden in the shadows as she finished up the rig. Reset charges littered the shelves around the superstore, thunder clapping outside as the rain pelted down, wind hitting the building, only getting stronger as the storm drew closer.

Activate the charges, send them to disrupt the timeline causing chaos, get to the TVA and find the Time Keepers and make them pay. Easy.

Taking a breath, she slowly stood from her crouched position, stepping back from her handiwork to survey it. With a small nod to herself, she reached round to her holster to grab the TemPad, steadying herself for what was to come. However, her head snapped up as she heard hushed voices and footsteps slowly walking down a nearby aisle. Her eyes narrowed, putting away the TemPad safely as she listened to the footsteps. Two people. Moving to the end of the aisle silently, she kept to the shadows, peering round the corner of the shelving unit to see the familiar figure of a minuteman. Her jaw clenched, hands curling into fists as she watched from nearby.

However, when the second figure came into view, her breath caught in her throat.

—

"I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier-" Loki spoke lowly, peering at B-15 who was very intently staring ahead, keeping her mind on the task.

"Shh!" B-15 hissed at Loki, timestick in her grip. Loki blinked at the woman, brows furrowing.

"Well, hang on- I was trying to make-" Loki tried once more, only for the woman to send a glare his way, once more shushing him, irritation evident in her face. Loki let out a slow breath, pursing his lips about to open his mouth once more, but a noise nearby stopped them in their tracks. Loki's head turned towards the direction of the noise, brows twitching as he instantly became alert.

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Shit.

She pushed herself back behind the aisle, staying out of sight as Loki's head snapped towards her direction. She tried to calm her racing heart, breaths coming out quick and shallow.

How can he be here? This wasn't in the plan. This wasn't- I hadn't even accounted for... this.

Letting her back rest against the shelving unit, her mind raced. What would she do now? She couldn't... She couldn't just stop her plans. She had to finish this. Finish what the TVA had started. This changed nothing. Although, even as her mind told her that, her heart said otherwise. This changed everything.

No. Do what you have to.

—

B-15 shared a look with Loki, before the God held up a hand, signalling for her to wait as he took a few cautious steps forwards. His sharp blue eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of someone, keeping his steps quiet and light, ready to defend them at any moment if needed.

"I know you're here." Loki called out, keeping his voice low and smooth, not wanting to scare off whoever was hiding from them.

Patience is key.

When silent met them, Loki narrowed his eyes slightly, before continuing. "They think you're connected to me."

Perhaps this will get them to show themselves.

"So tell me..." Loki paused, raising a curious brow, sending a quick glance B-15's direction. "Are they right?" He paused, a few more beats of silence passing. He let out a quiet sigh. "From my timeline... Past, present or future?" He took another slow step forwards, stepping under a flickering light. "I do really hate not knowing."

"This is getting us nowhere-" B-15 muttered under her breath, moving to take a few steps forwards, brushing past Loki as she headed towards where the sound had come from, activating her timestick as Loki went to protest, holding a hand out to try and stop her. But to his surprise, the woman was met with a blast of violet energy, flying backwards to crash into a shelving unit a few feet away, timestick clattering to the floor. Loki's eyes widened, as he quickly snapped his head towards where the blast had come from, summoning his own magic as his hands glowed emerald.

B-15 fell to the floor, unconscious, as Loki wasted no time in stalking towards the aisle that the violet blast had come from, fingers crackling with magic. However, as he approached, he was swiftly met with a blast of his own, flying backwards as his back hit the store floor, sliding a few feet before coming to a stop. His face scrunched in pain from the impact, letting out a sharp breath as he lifted his head. But as soon as he did, he was met with a cold blade at his throat, a weight on top of him as his eyes widened.

He took in whoever was holding him down, slowly raising his hands in surrender, magic dissipating from his fingers. His eyes scanned the woman above him, taking in her narrowed brown eyes. From what he could see in the flickering lights, she was young, appeared mortal, maybe around the age of thirty at most if he had to take a guess. Long raven hair framed her face, slightly mussed, errant strands on her cheeks. She had faint dark circles under her eyes, lines in the corners from past smiles and laughs, and there was a sadness in her eyes, along with rage and something else as she looked down at him. She was pretty, he found. But also, someone he didn't recognise.

"Forgive me-" Loki began smoothly, letting out a quick breath. "It seems you've got me at a bit of a disadvantage." He raised his chin slightly, trying to put distance between him and the blade she held at his neck.

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It really is him.

She looked down at Loki, keeping her eyes narrowed into a glare as she kept her blade at the skin of his neck. Her mind was in turmoil, heart racing in her chest. It was clear he didn't know her. So, he was from before they knew one another. The thought sent a pang of disappointment though her chest, but she kept her outward appearance hardened. As Loki spoke, she raised her own chin slightly, pursing her lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed out, voice low as her eyes flickered to the TVA emblem on his jacket. "So the TVA think that just because they bring you in that it'll stop me?" She huffed out a wry laugh, disbelief evident in her face as she shook her head. "They've got you playing the loyal lapdog?"

She watched as Loki bristled slightly at her words, brows creasing as he narrowed his eyes. "I think you'll find I'm only loyal to myself." He quipped in return, making the woman roll her eyes.

"Of course you are." She muttered as Loki blinked up at her, sensing the exasperation in her tone.

"And I actually haven't come here to hand you over, in fact, I thought perhaps we could work together." Loki continued, as she looked down at him, watching his face closely. "It seems our goals align... Taking down the Time Keepers..." He paused. "Perhaps we could come to some arrangement." The woman let out a scoff at his words, removing her dagger from his neck as she pushed herself off of him, her hand pressing against his chest as he let out an 'oof' at the pressure.

"Why is it when you say 'taking down', I think what you actually mean is 'overthrow them' and 'take their throne'?" She asked, raising a brow as she gave him a knowing look.

He must be young. If he doesn't know who I am... And still is vying for a throne...

—

Loki watched as the woman pushed herself to her feet, blinking as he too pushed himself up, letting out a breath as he flipped his head back, hands by his sides. The look she gave him made him feel uneasy... Something about the knowing glint in her eye. The fact she knew his motivations without him even saying it... Unnerving to say the least.

"Am I really so predictable?" He asked wryly, smoothing back his hair.

"Yes." The woman answered without hesitation, Loki opening his mouth in faint offence, hands moving to rest on his hips. "Oh, don't give me that look- You've spent half your life trying to convince yourself you want a throne, why would it be any different now?" She continued, shaking her head.

Who... Who does she think she is?

"Uh, hang on just a minute-" Loki raised his hand, lifting a finger as if to make a point, but he was surprised as the woman simply turned on her heel, walking away from him. Loki blinked, hand moving palm up in a 'what is happening' gesture.

Okay... So someone from my future clearly.

"I'm not done yet!" Loki exclaimed after her, quickly moving to follow her as she walked down the flickering aisle. Loki reached out to grasp her shoulder to stop her movements, but she was quicker, swiftly grabbing his wrist as she ducked under his arm, once more bringing her dagger up to his neck, eyes narrowed fiercely.

"Stay out of my way." Her voice was low, warning evident in her tone. Loki's eyes twitched, narrowing faintly as her blade once more hovered near his neck.

"Tell me who you are." Loki demanded, holding her gaze. He wasn't afraid of her. Something told him she wouldn't actually hurt him. Maybe that was stupid to think, but there was something in her eyes when she looked at him that gave him pause. The woman seemed to take a moment, before leaning forwards slightly.

"I'm the woman who's going to burn the TVA to the ground." Her voice was full of conviction, certainty. Her eyes only backed up her sentiments as Loki tilted his head ever so slightly.

So, she doesn't want to take over... She wants to destroy it. Interesting.

"Whilst I applaud your confidence, I highly doubt you are capable of bringing a whole organisation to their knees on your own." Loki replied, a mocking smirk pulling at his lips. He watched in amusement as the woman seemingly bristled at his words, her grip on her blade faltering for a moment.

Ah, there it is. And Mobius was worried she could out do m-

Loki didn't get to finish his thought before he was flying backwards, the woman having used her boot to kick him in the gut, sending him tumbling back onto the floor once more. Loki let out a wheeze, coughing lightly, blinking harshly at the ceiling.

Well, I didn't expect that. She certainly has quite a kick on her, I'll give her that.

"Stay out of my way." The woman repeated once more, stalking off down the aisle again. "Idiot." Loki heard her huff under her breath, causing his brows to crease, hand moving to lay on his stomach, giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

—

Arrogant idiot.

The woman thought to herself with a shake of her head.

Clearly, very young. Maybe... New York young? If that's the case, god help us all.

She once more grabbed the TemPad from her holster, putting her dagger away, moving to the device she had waiting to set the reset charges off in tandem. Kneeling down, she began to set it up, placing the TemPad into the slot.

"Who are you!?" She heard Loki's voice echo down the aisle, glancing back to see him striding towards her, anger clear on his face that she had managed to best him twice, once without magic. She clenched her jaw, quickly activating the device as the reset charges began to light up around them on the shelves, causing Loki to pause in his steps, head snapping to look at a nearby reset charge. "So that's your plan? Blow the place up?" He almost scoffed. The woman rose to her feet, turning to face him as he stood a few metres away.

"No." She told him simply, causing him to look back at her. "It's called a distraction." Just as she said that, time doors opened under the reset charges, making them disappear through them as they went off throughout the sacred timeline, creating branches for the TVA to deal with. "Now, if you're quite done, I'm rather busy."

Loki kept his body tense, his eyes watching her closely when she reached to grab the TemPad, taking a few steps to the side as she fiddled with the device. "You know me." Loki said lowly, unable to hide the curiosity from his voice, a time door opening before the woman.

"No, I know the future you." She replied coolly, looking up at him with an arched brow. Loki let out an exasperated sigh at her smart quip.

—

God, she is vexing.

"Loki!" The God turned at his name being called, seeing Mobius rushing down from the other side of the store, minutemen in tow. Loki pursed his lips, glancing back at the woman, torn between what to do. The woman simply lifted her hand, giving a mocking wave before stepping through the time door, out of sight. "Loki, wait!" Mobius exclaimed.

I don't trust her. But I also don't trust the TVA...

Loki clenched his fists in frustration, his plan to work with the variant clearly out the window now. All he could do... Was follow her. Get answers. And maybe... Use her to get to the Time Keepers himself. Without wasting another moment, Loki took long strides towards the time door, stepping through as it snapped shut behind him, leaving behind Mobius and the others.

Time for answers.

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[carolinemathildes]

thank you for tagging me, @onehelluvamarine 🩵

A band you don’t like that many others do: I cannot think of any bands right now but there are so many solo artists like the entirety of the current Top 20 Billboard Hot 100, I do not keep up with new music in any way.

A childhood memory that you remember vividly: riding a scooter down the front steps at my grandmother’s house for some reason.

Least favorite animal and why: gonna say it and be honest and take the hate, dogs. I think there are some nice individual dogs but overall I find them loud, annoying, messy, too needy, too disruptive. I refuse to ever live with one. I do have a phobia of another animal I won’t say because I don’t want people to send me pictures of it lol so I probably hate them more but I encounter dogs more so they’re on my nerves more often.

Hot fandom take: Aragorn is not THAT hot. there were hotter guys in those movies.

Do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece: I don’t. I wish I did! I have a nice ring and a nice necklace but I don’t really wear them. I wish I had a like, a signature piece or something.

A movie others liked but you didn’t: recently, which I know I’ve mentioned, Past Lives is so well-reviewed and god I just really hated it, I’m sorry but I did.

Three things you love about yourself: I was once bold enough to sing Let No Man Steal Your Thyme a cappella in front of a group of strangers at a hostel. I once took an 18-hour bus ride just to see a movie (and then another 18-hours back). I’ve read all the Hercule Poirot books.

A place you hope to visit in the future and why: Wales. I think it just looks lovely. I was supposed to do a semester abroad there once but couldn’t swing it financially. I’ve been to England, Scotland, and Northern Ireland so I’ve got to go to Wales. I wrote a story that is set so much there! I need to see it for myself.

An actor that gets on your nerves and why: RDJ because he made terrible comments about Alejandro González Iñárritu, he defends the worst Chris, and he’s going to win an undeserved Oscar this year.

Things you’re excited for in the nearby future? I’m almost done the first draft of a novel/story I’m working on, so I am excited so have a first draft and then I’m excited to start the second draft.

Least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in: I never shipped Ted/Rebecca from Ted Lasso, never once even for a second.

What’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in? I never wrote in it, just read and observed, but The Old Guard by far by faaaaaaaaar.

List three things you find beautiful about life: my nephew’s wavy red hair, when a cat comes over to you for pets, and watching someone hit a home run.

Any dreams for the future? I’d like to see my favourite football club, Man City, play live someday. I doubt I’ll get to Manchester maybe ever, but they’ll be playing in the US soon-ish so it will probably be a lot easier to see them there.

How are you really feeling today? I genuinely struggle with life every day. I wish it was in a cool way that made me stronger on the other side but it’s not. today was okay because I got to talk to a coworker I like (I WFH so I don’t talk to people a lot) and I went to the cinema that has the best popcorn in the world but I also am never actually happy and am always lonely which is a tiring existence.

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[sofiaaaaaaaa03]

SPIDERSONA LORE BC I FELL DOWN THE HOLE AND HAVE GONE TOO DEEP AND I LOVE IT AND I WANNA WRITE AND DRAW ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME‼️‼️

I’ve been working on this concept for like two days because I am really silly and this is my hyperfixation. I really am thinking about writing about this as a y/n thing tho

Name: Sofia (it’s me ! )

Age: 20 years old

Spider-Man alias: idk yet I haven’t figured it out

Spiderverse alias: The Second Anomaly.”

Home dimension: 2803

Spiderverse Lore backstory:

When rifts in the multiverse opened to pull different variations of Spider-Man to Miles’s home dimension, a rift also opened up in Sofia’s home dimension, which is similar to dimension 1218. The interaction between Miles’s home dimension 1610 and her home dimension 2803 caused a catastrophic temporal rift that attempted to pull her into miles’ dimension, but failed. This resulted in her physical and temporal being becoming unstable. She constantly phases in and out of time, experiencing disjointed memories and struggled to maintain a stable existence. Her presence in her dimension began to cause temporal disturbances and paradoxes, ultimately causing her to become the second known anomaly in the multiverse.

Sofia's temporal instability poses a challenge to maintaining canon events across the multiverse. Her phasing in and out of time could inadvertently create disruptions and deviations from the established timeline, potentially leading to butterfly effects and altering the course of important events.

Recognizing the risk that Sofia’s presence could pose to the stability of her home dimension, Miguel O’Hara sensed the disturbance and intervened by removing Sofia from her home dimension. He kept brought her to his universe so that he could study her condition in a controlled environment and find a solution to stabilize her condition to prevent further disruptions. Sofia essentially becomes the first ever anomaly studied under the spider society.

Miguel creates a temporal stabilizer bracelet for Sofia that needs to undergo personalized calibration based on Sofia’s unique temporal signature. Miguel has to personally fine tune the device to her specific temporal patterns and fluctuations, as her temporal flux can get glitchy as time goes on.

Due to the nature of her temporal flux, sofia is no longer allowed to return to her home dimension. She remains at Miguel’s dimension so that he can continue studying her molecular structure with the intention of figuring out a way to return her to her normal condition and use that to fix the aftermath of anomalies that wreak havoc in other dimensions within the multiverse.

Sofia's temporal instability poses a challenge to maintaining canon events across the multiverse. Her phasing in and out of time could inadvertently create disruptions and deviations from the established timeline, potentially leading to butterfly effects and altering the course of important events.

——

Despite the accommodations that Miguel implemented, sofia still struggles with the effects of the temporal rift.

Along with her temporal instability, Sofia also experiences physical disruptions. Her body phases in and out of existence, sometimes causing her to become intangible or partially transparent. This instability leads to a constant feeling of unease, as she can never fully trust her own physical presence. It also makes basic tasks challenging, as she struggles to interact with objects or even maintain her balance when phasing in and out of time.

Occasionally, and only under overwhelming circumstances, Sofia phases through time itself. She does not do it physically, but in a mental manner as though she is experiencing an echo. Sofia's phasing in and out of time leads to fragmented memories. She experiences events from her past, present, and future all at once, making it challenging to differentiate between what has already happened and what is yet to come.

——

Accommodations to her spidersuit that help Sofia control the effects of the temporal rift that have taken place on her body:

Time-Aware AI Assistant:

Sofia’s suit integrates an artificial intelligence system with time awareness capabilities. This AI he,so her and Miguel monitor her temporal state, providing real time analysis of her phasing patterns, predictions incoming temporal fluxes, and offering recommendations on stabilizing techniques.

Her suit is also equipped with a temporal synchronization module that establishes a temporary link between her temporal state and the dimension that she enters. The module analyzes the time flow and chronology of the dimension she is in and recalibrates Sofia’s own temporal patterns to match. The synchronization allows her to temporarily synchronize her existence with the dimension so that she does not experience disruptive phasing effects.

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[dustedmagazine]

Animal Collective — Isn't It Now (Domino)

If 2016’s Painting With marked the “recapturing lost youth stage” in Animal Collective’s lifecycle, then Isn't It Now?, the group’s latest full-length, might be considered their nascent middle age. The sound is in transition, not entirely devoid of experimental curiosity, but seemingly past the ecstatic freakouts that characterized songs like “Fireworks” from 2007’s Strawberry Jam or “Grass” from 2005’s Feels that have given so much of the group’s work a singular vibrance. It retains a familiar floral palette and lithe uneasiness, but never quite plunges into the unknown. This restraint brings us closer to the fact that we’re listening to people make music; even with the group’s simplest recordings (2003’s Campfire Songs for instance), this has seldom felt precisely true.

Appropriately, then, the album begins with the anticipatory noises of a small crowded room; shuffling feet, murmured conversation, maybe a joke. There is an underlying buzz, evoking either a trilling nighttime weirdness outside or studio feedback. Animal Collective’s actual live recordings sound big and disruptive but this is something else, chummier, closer to hand. A secret show somewhere in the woods. “Soul Capturer,” the opening track, takes us somewhere off-kilter but comforting. We’re guided forward on bubbling basslines and guitar chords that are more struck than played, while the vocalists leapfrog, harmonies ragged until suddenly they’re not, otherworldly pangs and lamentations of captivity swirling the track upwards to its conclusion. The trappings of Animal Collective’s music are there, but this is more vulnerable, more welcoming in its analog ambience, for a band that, in persona and sound, have so often pulled off the trick of enveloping from an arm’s length.

This newfound invitation to intimacy is delivered more starkly on the solemn ballad “Stride Rite.” Driven by a clean, determined piano amid a fog of cymbal crashes, the narrator lists the tragic losses of friends in plain terms  —  “Lost one to cancer, two to sorrow / three to losing patience with the people that we are.” In its almost confessional tone and straightforward musical structure, it wouldn’t sound out of place on a Father John Misty record (indeed, on first listen, the lead vocal is a dead-ringer for Josh Tillman), not something one would necessarily have predicted from a band that brought us the free-form extremes of 2001’s Danse Manatee, or even the hushed but shining folk oddities of 2004’s Sung Tongs. This is not to say that Animal Collective’s songs are, historically, impersonal. The lyrics especially have often given space to the quotidian aspects of life, the hopes we find ourselves surprised to have as we age – think of the “four walls and adobe slats” pined for on “My Girls,” from 2009’s Merriweather Post Pavilion. What’s new here is that same clarity in the music itself. The aural obstructions that are the band’s signature are whittled down and easier to pass through.

Dreamy and propulsive, “Broke Zodiac” is perhaps the nimblest and most complete track here. It also provides a clue by counterexample to the album’s less successful moments in the way its ephemeral parts are allowed the freedom to sweep upwards but are then snapped back into place before that sense of release derails the song’s thrust. It emerges as one of Isn't It Now?’s great surges of purpose, but the album as a whole is more often prone to meander, as if the band gets a little lost in their new terrain, unable, at times, to bring their thought full circle.

We see this aimless tendency by the second track, “Genie’s Open,” which builds and shifts and struggles to catch on until just after the five minute mark, when a hovering synth line appears and illuminates tight, jangly drums, and offers a compelling direction. But whatever hints at momentum we find in that transition never quite become the real thing, settling into an extended outro more than a bridge to anywhere exciting. Even the refrain, “see the light / see the light / see the light,” comes off as an exasperated request, an attempt at manifestation, rather than a joyful observation. In this song and elsewhere, such as the waves of full-throated a capella vocalizations that make up “King’s Walk” and end the album, the band’s often beautiful explorations culminate in more of a sketch than a full realization.

This tendency is most apparent on the nominal lead single, the nearly 22-minute centerpiece, “Defeat.” Rising seamlessly out of the raw and lurching “Magicians From Baltimore” —  itself a darkly lit and compelling track that never quite breaks loose – “Defeat” starts slow, all measured texture and reverse reverb, unraveling a searching vocal over long, warped organ tones. We hear the friction and a warning of something just out of sight, poised to burst. Ten minutes go by and the tautness starts to slacken, until, when the stalemate appears unbreakable, a shuffle of kickdrums, muffled but a signal, lead the band into an exuberant singsong (and singalong) cadence that, delightfully, seems to stay with us longer than its minute-and-a-half runtime, and gestures towards further dynamism to come. When a harpsichord line takes over and starts to guide the rhythm, that possibility remains,, but ultimately the promise evaporates, and we’re left at a disappearing point. The remaining ten minutes float, harmonies borne on particulate matter, echoing the song’s beginning but with the sense of an ending —  a resignation, not an escalation. This is also where the album’s title enters the lyric, set free in long warbles, haunted and insistent, wondering for an answer, but ultimately let go with a shrug. Another version of this band might have leaped for new dimensions in “Defeat”’s spacious atmosphere; this one stays earthbound.

Animal Collective’s most compelling material grips the listener, almost mythical in its mysterious rhythms, always ready to take a delirious swerve into polyphonic chaos. Isn't It Now? has its ecstatic eruptions, but its most successful moments point toward a new direction: more contained than their past highs, more personal and settled, refined and less anxious. But with this room to maneuver, Isn’t It Now? tends to drift, losing the intimacy they’re able to extend elsewhere, and not quite able to capture their characteristic  explosive unpredictability. The effect can be that of walking through a haunted house with the lights up, where the ghouls jump out a second too late, their costumes not quite obscurant enough to suspend your disbelief. Easier on the heart and the ears, maybe, but probably not why you came.

Alex Johnson

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