#america for others (aye)

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

super duper congratulations on 5k, you absolutely deserve each and every one lovely ! i’m sure you’ve got a ton already, but at the suspiciously low number of soap requests, may i ask for an enemies to lovers ? perhaps in a ‘constantly-butting-heads-to-the-point-where-everyone-around-them-is-bashing-their-skull-in-from-annoyance’ to lovers sense. and maybe a dash of forced proximity? i know he’s a literal ball of sunshine, but i will enemies to lovers-fy any character i can get my hands on and you do the trope justice every! time!! of course, only if you would like to, sending love! <3 xx

—A Song of Gnashing Teeth

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╰┈➤ ❝ [There was never a day where the two of you weren't butting heads - everyone was at their wit's end. Of course, you would both be forced to cooperate at some point.] ❞

“Stop moving,” the command comes in from your right ear, fizzling in and out as the connection pops. The comms were spotty in the higher altitudes, and even as the sweat stuck to your skin and the bugs buzzed, it still tried its best to come through. 

Just as you were trying your best not to snap.

“I’m not moving, Captain MacTavish,” you ease out. “I’m lined up.” 

Sniping in South America was the mission for the next two months—targets lined up with terrorist connections that needed to be six feet under per Shepherd’s orders ASAP. Two teams had been sent out, but only to work together for this instance. Yours, obviously, and the second belonging to a man you’d not seen in years.

The taste was still bitter in your mouth when you were around him, though.

“Don’t lie to me, Dearie—scope’s shakin’ more than a drunk after his sixth bottle.” Your eyes glare ahead, a sneer building slowly over your lips.

“You’re one to talk?” You scoff, dense foliage swaying as you focus on the head of one of your targets. Your men listen intently over the line as the two Captains bicker—all in the town below waiting to do a snatch-and-grab of one of the individuals you would need to interrogate. “Moscow, Russia, five years ago,” you speak in clipped sentences. “Target in her penthouse. White curtains swaying in the breeze. What do you do, Soap? Oh, that’s right,” you growl, “you shoot the damn marble statue thinking it was her after two bottles of shit wine.”

There’s a click of a tongue over the line. A smirk easily heard that leaves you fuming.“I remember I happened to be a bit distracted that day, Hen. Not as much as you, though, aye?”

“Only thing I was distracted by,” you flick off your sniper rifle’s safety, undisturbed by the blatant insinuation. “Was your ability to not fucking see clearly.” 

A low grumble wafts out, cutting the line a few times. 

Your joined unit all seem to try and stop their hands from slapping their faces in annoyance—the connection heavy with tension and anticipation. Whoever decided it was smart to put the two of you together either thought it would be funny, or they hoped you could both get past your own egos for the sake of the mission. 

As if. 

“I’m taking the shot,” you sigh. “Team One—get ready to intercept the second target on my go.” 

For once, the Scot seems to agree with you, voice coming back to that serious gruff bark. “Two, keep the area locked down; no need to let the others get too excited and pop off shots. Save our arses the trouble.”

You let your finger slip down to the trigger, eye open and stance relaxed—taking into account distance and wind as you level to notch three. 

“On my go,” you say again, the comms lighting up with affirmatives. “Three…two…” Your finger squeezes just as, “Go,” is muttered into the air. 

In the scope, you watch the head of your target explode into a mess of blood in black and white, the spray flying into the air like rain only to fall once more as the body drops. 

The conjoined teams do as they’re told, moving in the middle of chaos to grab at the second mark—one needle to the neck later, and it’s a limp form that they drag into the back of an awaiting van. 

“Mission success. Pack it up and let's get goin’.” John’s voice breaks you out of your focus, letting you blink at the disappearing van before you shift your head away entirely, taking a low breath. “Shepherd’ll have new orders.”

“‘Course he will,” you grunt, moving to push up into your knees and crack your back. 

It’s only after a moderate hike back into the woods that you see him waiting, having trekked back from his perch as well, through bugs and branches. The rifle is slung over your back, just as his is loosely held in front of him. 

“John,” you mutter in greeting, slapping away a mosquito. Blue eyes glance your way, scar moving as a smirk meets your eyes. He never changed—even that mohawk is still the same. A disheveled dog down to the bone in his mouth.

“Dearie,” a firm nod is leveled. “Nice shot, then.”

“Ironic,” your head tilts, slowing as you meet him a few feet separated. A silence settles like steel to the hard floor, the long pause that draws on tension as a tight cord. 

John clears his throat, watching you as your eyes narrow, brow twitching. 

He steps once more towards you with one foot, leaning in.

“I suppose this is where I wait for you to slap me,” he tilts his head, still smirking. 

“I’m thinking about it,” you draw, blinking slowly. “Don’t tempt me, MacTavish. I don’t need disorderly conduct and assault on my record.” 

“Done worse.” You scowl.

“You’re acting like you want me to do it, damn freak.”

“I’m just saying I’d be expecting it, is all.” Smooth chuckles waft out as your hand waves in exasperation, walking forward. It’s only after you’re about to move into the trees and disappear from view that he calls once more to you. 

Your feet slow, but don’t stop.

“I really did miss you.” Eyelids moving just a tiny bit wider, your lips thinned out. Boots shuffle in the grass from behind you. “Thought you’d come back eventually, aye?” 

You stay silent, body still near the sentinels of old tree trunks. 

The parting of the two of you could have gone better—there were some things that couldn’t be fixed. You’d always be at each other’s throats, needless of missions or personal matters. 

You look over your shoulder to lock with digging blues—the structure of John’s face always seared into your mind so much so you could draw it even if years had passed.

“You never gave me a reason to stay.” 

He blinks in surprise, but you’ve already shifted away, heart pinched. 

“Good working with you, Captain,”  you say, already gone. Memories linger in the air, suffocating you. Your eyes close tightly, and you grit your teeth. “Call me if you need me.”

A shout echoes above the yells from the town far into the distance, meeting your ears. 

“I plan on it!”

You huff under your breath, but your skipping heart betrays you.

#tw violence #tw death #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #x female reader #call of duty x you #captain mactavish x reader #captain mactavish #captain john mactavish #john mactavish x you #john soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #soap call of duty #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #x fem!reader #john mactavish

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Mercenaries finding random kid in the base. Who will punt the child and who will take care of it

Oh boy.

The TF2 Mercs finding a random little toddler in the base

Warnings: Thankfully none?

Scout:

- Oh god oh fuck oh shit. Stiffens up when a random fucking toddler runs by him in the hallway. He was just on his way to grab some more energy drinks from the fridge. Who let this little shit into a war zone?! Scout’s brotherly instincts kick in pretty damn quick and runs to grab the child before they could get into any artillery.

- Talks to a child how he’d talk to a normal adult. Just with less cursing and petty condescension. “The heck you doin’ here?” etc.. While the toddler completely ignores him. Bounces the little thing up and down a little. Scout’s actually had decent socialization with kids before due to his huge family.

- Scout doesn’t realize how comforting he is to a young developing mind. He’d make a great father and adamantly denies it. Partly due to his own father’s… untimely disappearance let’s just say. The other mercs are kinda floored how someone as annoying and troublesome as Scout has even the slightest amount of paternal instincts. Especially Spy. Hmm, for some reason he looks completely destroyed and devastated.

- Scout rolls a baseball on the ground with the kid and teases them lightly while Miss Pauling — stressed out of her mind — tries to find resources for this situation and figure out how a child of all things managed to end up in the middle of a battlefield. Let’s just pretend Spy isn’t standing there with his head in his hand. Realizing the consequences of his own past actions with utter depression written all over his outward body language.

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Soldier:

- DO NOT LET A CHILD NEAR SOLDIER. NEVER. DO NOT FUCKING DO IT.

- Are you insane? Are the parents insane? Is everyone in the world fucking insane? Soldier is practically an oversized toddler. He’d immediately make friends upon finding the child and give them a shitty nickname related to war in some way. Like “Captain diapers” or “Lieutenant Titsucker.” Now everyone else has to suffer soldier insisting the baby is his now.

- Tries to teach the child how to shoot a gun. Does not blow over well with literally all the mercs combined. Tries to read them the art of warfare and Heavy secretly has to switch that book out for a children’s fairytale mid story. Leaving soldier confused as to why the alleged warfare book contained faries and unicorns. “AND THEN MR. UNICORN SAID TO HIS FRIEND THE FAIRY: WHAT LOVELY LOCKS YOU HAVE. DEAR GOD!! THIS MUST BE SOME ADVANCED MILITARY STRATAGEM BEYOND MY UNDERSTANDING! GOD BLESS AMERICA AND ITS OUTSTANDING STEADFAST PROGRESSION!”

- Miss Pauling is absolutely livid when she finds out Soldier gave the baby a buzz cut. How the FUCK is she supposed to explain that to the parents? How the fuck is she supposed to explain that their lost child will come back knowing half the entire history of WWI now and knows how to recite the pledge of allegiance at like two years old?!

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Demoman:

- Demoman is initially pretty awkward. Quickly downs like several glasses of water in one sitting because it would obviously be a horrible example if he was drunk in front of a minor. He sits them down and tries to ask questions like where their parents were, and failing to understand the child’s not yet fully developed speech. Demoman suddenly empathizes what people mean when they can’t understand his scottish accent. Well shit. Looks like he has a little goblin in his care for a few hours.

- Demoman has a headache now. Surprisingly not from the child’s excited screeching and playing but the previously mentioned alcohol he had to manage with water. “Aye.. Quiet down a bit there..” He says flatly. Miserably holding his head while the child bounces around with endless energy. Maybe babysitting while recovering from intoxication wasn’t the best idea. He gave the kid some empty bomb shells to play with. Even bothered to draw faces on them to humor the kid.

- The child holds one of the shells up to his face “This is bob! Say hi!” they exclaim. Demoman stares at bob tiredly. Taking the shell into two fingers. “Guess you could say bob is the bomb.” The kid manages to stutter out. Which then immediately snaps demoman out of his exhaustion for a split second and causes him to choke on the water laughing his ass off. The kid’s laughing too. Overall the least insane experience the poor kid could have in the team’s base.

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Engineer:

- A small baby is in the intel room, trying to reach the briefcase. Naturally, the sound of the intelligence shifting in the other room would catch Engineer’s ears faster than anyone else’s. Especially considering the stats on his PDA show something bumped against one of his sentries on its way in.

- He enters the room pretty slowly. He knew whatever it was, it wasn’t a threat. Nothing that could bap his sentry with the force of a feather would be strong enough to fend him off. Let alone the patrolling sentry — which should have activated and began shooting by now. A blank, emotionless expression on his face as always, Engineer’s eyes trailed to the level three sentry. Which kept idly spinning from side to side and beeping passively. Completely ignoring the… Little child near the intel desk?!

- Engineer grinned, put his wrench on his shoulder and went over, sliding the briefcase away from the little one. “Oop! You don’t wanna get your grubby little paws on that thing, pardner. That there is for the adults, ya got that?” He said in a lighter tone. Very much unlike his usual rasp and frankly unintentionally scary deep voice. He didn’t care that the poor thing started whining. Dell reached down and ruffled the child’s hair. “Now, now. I know it’s disappointing.”

- Not even when the child hugged his legs and called him dada, not even when Miss Pauling asked to watch them for a bit. Engineer was like a nonchalant father lion tolerating his cub’s obnoxious little bites. A child could push his buttons to hell and back and Engineer would just sit there like there wasn’t a screaming child on his lap while he read the Tuefort newspaper.

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Heavy:

- If heavy were to be near a child in any capacity, it would make him nervous. His sisters were a different story. They’re family. But wild encounters with the beasts? What should he do? He doesn’t know them, and frankly he hates the idea of having kids. They’re way too much work, money, and his inner child wasn’t healed enough to take on another one. In a weird sort of way he’d be taking care of two.

- as he stares blankly at the little devil in front of him, the one he found trying to touch Sasha, he contemplated throwing them into the stratosphere like a baseball. His strong disliking for children didn’t come from a place of genuine malice however. He was envious that they still had youth and time to pursue everything they ever wanted. Heavy wanted to do many things in his lifetime and he felt that it was ripped from him due to the poverty he lived through.

- He recalled the time he made a child one time during Halloween and decided not to repeat that. He’ll pick up the child and shove it into Pyro’s room.. With a million dollars in the kid’s hand.

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Pyro:

- Speaking of Pyro, they’re quite similar to Heavy in the sense that their inner child isn’t healed. But Pyro is once again able to destroy everybody’s outlook on them when they are capable of adeptly playing with children without ever hurting them. Especially catering to their personal needs depending on age. Can and will silently warm up a teddy bear in the microwave and hand them a bottle of chocolate milk.

- Pyro is extremely good at this, all things considered. They seem to have a pretty surface level understanding of childhood psychology and the proper ways to enforce a gentle parenting style. Which only adds to the mysterious era of their humanity; surely a faceless monster couldn’t do the things Pyro was doing. They were too calculated, too thoughtful in their actions. It made the other mercs pretty upset to see this display. In a sense, it was border-lining uncanny valley. Nobody could shake the primitive instinct that something was inherently wrong with this. They don’t even ask for help.

- But nothing violent becomes of it. Pyro had successfully eased the child into feeling comfortable the entire time they’re there. Not a single word left their mouth the entire time. They were only staring intently and tilting their head like a curious animal at the child by the time Pauling finally found the child’s parents. Scout jokes that Pyro is simply playing with his own mouse like a cat and has to be backhanded by a very uneasy Heavy.

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Sniper:

- His parents — whilst nice — had their own individual flaws that prevented them from teaching this area of life. They did not think Sniper would be ever fit to raise a child and thus neglected his want for a small family. To be fair they aren’t too far off. Sniper is an assassin for hire that drives around nomadically and eats crocodiles for dinner. In no way shape or form would that ever be a proper atmosphere for a child to grow. He took their words to heart as always. He never did pursue a child. His father was angry that Sniper even thought of the idea.

- So imagine the guilt upon seeing the little rat bastard who had wandered into the base and was stumbling around the halls. He quickly realized this kid was essentially doomed. He was the wrong person to find this poor thing. The others weren’t any better. Removing his weapons was the very first thing he does, trying his best to conceal his expression. He didn’t want the child to sense his anger and self loathing. (Kids are sorta smart like that.)

- He then…. Throws the child into Pyro’s room.

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Medic:

- Walks into his medbay with a bunch of folders. Sees a child sitting on one of the hospital beds. Proceeds to freeze in place like a deer in headlights. Has to double take for a moment to make sure he’s not dreaming.

- Proceeds to ignore the child for a bit for some reason. Even when and if other mercs are present and question him, Medic hushes them for some reason. Medic is like…. Fully convinced that child is an enemy spy in disguise. He moves around the room and half-asses a “Ho! Would sure be a shame if somebody stabbed me in the back while I was organizing papers!…. I SAID it would be a SHAME if SOMEBODY STABBED ME IN THE BACK!” (He fully believes this’ll work because Medic’s superiority complex doesn’t stop at Spy. He’s fully confident that he’s smarter than Spy, and Spy is a complete bumbling moron. Like most people to Medic.)

- The child makes a weird child noise, and that’s when he knows something is up. Medic narrows his eyes and marches up to the bed, staring the child maliciously in the face. “You don’t fool me, you know..” He says, gritting his teeth. “Is your kit broken or something? I can fix it for you for free! It’ll cost you an arm and limb though! Ho! Literally.” He adds “It’s quite an unflattering disguise for someone such as yourself!”

- Child stares blankly. Toddler has no clue what’s happening right now.

- Miss Pauling walks in. “Oh! There he is! Sorry for the interruption Medic, we had a child wander into the base—“ she pauses. Seeing Medic holding his ubersaw up to the child’s chin.

- “What do you mean we had a child wander in?” He is dumbfounded, and horrified.

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Spy:

- Spy opens the door to his quarters and makes sure to lock it behind him, always. He has like a million booby traps set up on his door and in his room to ensure nobody goes snooping for his private information.

- He turns around, adjusting his tie. Getting ready for the trauma of the day….. Then he sees a child sitting right in front of him in the hallway. The two of them lock eyes for a moment.

- …….

- Spy cloaks away immediately.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #mod spy #spy x reader #medic x reader #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #sniper x reader

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My You-niverse: Duke Leto Atreides

Fandom: Oscar Isaac

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x F!Reader, throughout the series: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.

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You're staring out the window when a woman's voice broke your trance, "I'm surprised you're still here."

You turn to see a woman in elegant, yet casual wear. Jessica, your mind clicks, Lady Jessica. Your husband's concubine and your dear friend. Mother to your step-son, Paul.

You completely face her, "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"About?"

"My time here.," you answer, but Jessica looks at you knowingly. You chuckle, "What?"

"Is something wrong?"

You shake your head, "No, should there be?"

"You seem different," she walks over to you and grabs your hand, "Stardust, whatever it is, you know you can confide in me, always."

You nod, "I know, thank you. It's just..." you're conflicted. The mind, is at war right now. The memories of the 'original' you and this you are clashing. You're seeing flashes from this universe, the one before that. You're seeing Marc, Richard, Laurent, all of these different versions of your husband. Your head is pounding and you start feeling dizzy.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Jessica yells out as she catches your falling form. Before things fade to black, you hear, "CALL THE DUKE! NOW!"

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"A prison?!" Steve exclaims in surprise, "Y/N's a prisoner in this universe?"

"Seems so," Stephen Strange answers as your necklace glows bright, "This is the brightest I've seen this glow." After discovering the spell to help track you down, him, Steven, and America had travelled to five other universe, such as one where Marc was a homicidal drifter and another where he was a Russian security guard. It was very...odd, for Marc and Steven to see themselves as such.

"So this is a good sign right?" America asks, "Because it's glowing so bright, that means the next universe or so, we'll find her, right?"

"Here's hoping so," Stephen leads them further into a forest near the prison, "Alright, kid. Go ahead."

For the past few universes, Stephen has been transporting them. America, still guilty for losing you, had been apprehensive about using her powers. It took a lot to bring her confidence back. Thankfully, Marc and Steven didn't blame her at all for losing you. A lot of her guilt had washed away, but she still felt bad.

She steps forward and gulps. She's mentally hyping herself up. With a deep breath, she pushes her palm out and a portal the shape of a star appears.

Stephen gives her a proud nod, "Good." He proceeds to walk through the portal with Steven following behind and then America after them.

When they walk through, they're standing on a grassy cliff. The sky is gloomy and huge waves are crashing against the cliff.

Your necklace is hot and bright in Stephen's hand, "She's here." He states, "We just need to find her. Remember to stay vigilant and don't run into our dopplegangers."

America salutes, "Aye aye, Doc!"

Steven nods, "Yeah, alright."

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You're sitting on a picnic blanket in Potters Field Park with the perfect view of the Tower Bridge and River Thames. The sun is shining on you, a slight breeze going by. You're focused on the book in your lap.

Marc lays beside you on his side, his arm propping his head up. He stares at you with so much fondness in his eyes while you read.

"You're distracting me," you simply state, eyes not moving from the book.

"What? Can I not stare lovingly at my wife?" he asks with a smirk.

You look up from your book and he's still smiling at you. You place your bookmark in between the pages of where you left off and shut the book. You poke Marc's shoulder and he falls onto his back. You proceed to lay down with him, taking your place in his arms, right where you belong.

The both of you lay in silence, cherishing the warmth of each other and the ambiance of London around you.

You feel him kiss your head, "Love you, baby."

You smile and curl into him more, "Love you too."

Your eyes snap open. You're confused and head still hurts . The lights in your bedroom are low, but you hear the crackling of a fire ablaze. You take a quick inhale as you sit up, alerting the others around the room.

"Stardust," Leto says in relief as he rushes from his chair, Jessica sitting beside him.

"What happened?" you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"We were talking in the training room. Something seemed off about you and then you just fainted," Jessica answers.

"If you weren't feeling well, you shouldn't have trained with me. You should've told me," Leto looked slightly upset with you, but mainly concerned.

"No, no, I was feeling fine. I..Who's Marc?"

Leto's brows furrow, "Who?"

"Marc. I-I had this dream, but it didn't feel like a dream. Like a memory. Leto, it was you, but not at the same time. Same face, but you went by Marc and-and we weren't here in Caladan. We were...I'm not sure where we were, but you were there."

Leto looks at Jessica with confusion and concern. She shakes her head in response to his silent question, but then speaks, "I will seek council with the Reverend Mother Superior. Perhaps she might know what's going on."

You hold your head, trying to grasp what's happening. In your mind, you're still getting glimpses. You see yourself with Leto here, your marriage that occurred for political gain, but then grew into genuine love. You see yourself spending time with Jessica, allowing yourself to not be jealous of the relationship she has with Leto. You see Paul training with you and Duncan.

But then in slips, other versions of Leto. One where he's in some sort of masked costume, another where he's bald with a beard and waring a sweaty tank top. Another where he's wearing some sort of tactical vest.

"What is happening to me?" you ask to no one in particular, but Leto answers.

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out," he reaches out and takes your hand. It feels comforting, his callous hands in yours.

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"Well...that went well," Steven snarks as him, Stephen, and America are lead towards some sort of throne room. A woman stands at the forefront with a questioning look on her face.

"Who are you and what brings you to our planet?"

"Ah, so not only are we in a different universe but a different planet, splendid," Steven retorted and Stephen shot him with a glare, "Sorry," he mumbles and looks down.

"Marc?" the woman asks, which causes Steven to look up in surprise.

"Did you just say Marc?" he asks.

"Are you Marc?" she asks skeptically.

"Uh, well, yes, but also no. I-It's a little complicated, but, I-er-"he takes a sharp inhale and stares for a bit, when he comes back to, his demeanor is different.

"I'm Marc. How do you know my name?"

"The lady of the House, Y/N Atreides, she mentioned your name earlier. Why?"

"If I may-" Stephen stepped forward but Gurney immediately stuck his arm out.

The woman held up her hand, "It's alright, Gurney. I sense these people aren't here to harm us."

"Lady Jessica-" the burley man's words halt as Jessica gives him a look. He lets out a disgruntled sound before dropping his arm and taking a step back.

"Y/N, she's here?" Stephen asks.

"Yes, but she's in no condition to speak right now. She's resting."

"We need to see her," Marc demands.

"Marc-"

"No! We've spent all this time looking for her and she's finally here! We can take her back with us!"

"Calm down-"

"I want my wife back, Stephen!"

The woman holds up her hand again, "I will bring you to Y/N, however, I need some answers before you do."

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Leto had moved to join you in bed. He lays beside you and you're resting your head on his now bare chest. He's gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm. You feel at peace, that is, until the door opens to reveal Jessica.

The both of you sit up, "What did the Reverend Mother say?" you ask.

"I didn't speak to her yet. We had some unexpected guests." she steps to the side and in runs America with Marc and Stephen behind her.

"Y/N!"

Marc pauses as he sees his doppleganger with longer hair, fuller beard, but the same cautious expression he gives when he's around strangers.

"What's going on?" you ask.

Marc's attention goes back to you, "Hi, baby," he says in relief and goes over to you, "We're to take you home."

"You're Marc. You were in my dream."

"Baby, that wasn't a dream. It was a memory. This isn't your universe. This isn't your home." he reaches out and places his hand on yours, "We're your home."

You pull back your hand, "No, you're not. This is my home. You're-You're just a figment of my imagination. Or-Or I'm still asleep!"

Marc looks at Stephen, "What's happening?"

"I was afraid this was going to happen."

"What was going to happen?" Marc stands and approaches the sorcerer, "What didn't you tell us?"

"Will all of the universes she'd been dragged to, her mind, her memories, they're getting jumbled. The ones from our universe and the others, she's now struggling with her other selves."

Leto slips out of bed and goes to Jessica, concern written all over him, "What did you do?"

"Nothing, my love, I, promise. These people...they come from another universe and it seems that Y/N," she gestures to you, who is now listening to America, "is from their universe."

"And what, we just let them take her from us?" Leto asks with hostility.

"I've already called for the Reverend Mother. Hopefully she will be able to-"

"NO! I WON'T GO WITH YOU!" you're yelling. Leto immediately pushes past Marc and America who seem to be pleading with you.

"Leave her alone!"

Marc stands chest to chest with his doppleganer, "Listen, she doesn't belong here. She belongs back with us in our universe. She's my wife!"

"You need to leave."

"Or what?"

"Or I make you leave."

Marc and Leto glare eat each other, one trying to best the other. However, their attention goes back to you when you speak, "Wait, let me see that." you point to the necklace in Stephen's hand.

Marc grabs it and holds it out to you, "I gave this to you for our anniversary. Whenever we went on missions, you asked me to hold it because you didn't trust yourself to keep it safe."

He places the necklace in your hand and a burst of white light blasts out of the pendant, blinding you and everyone else in the room.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #duke leto x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x reader #F!reader #fem!reader #female!reader #marvel au #dune fic #marvel fanfiction

[4rtificialfolio]

It’s complicated, my darling - Chapter 1: No Such Thing As Fate

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: brief hinting at death, explicit language

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(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

May 19th 1941

New York City, USA

8:23 am

Dear Diary,

Spring is coming any day now, the chill has died off and flowers are beginning to bloom, but I’ll say the air here in America feels a bit thicker when you’re not by the sea. Oh, I miss the seaside, Dad says they closed the beaches back in Brighton last year after Dunkirk, it was too dangerous to keep them open. It’s a shame, our Peggy loved the beach. We used to buy her a 99 and take a walk down the pier watching the seagulls nick a chip out of an unsuspecting victim’s hand. This one time, Peggy laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream and made me and the old man march back down the pier to buy her a new one, just to do the walk up the pier all over again. I would give anything to see her smile again but for now, it’s back to business aye? 

Speaking of business, my dick of a boss, John, back in England assigned me a new mission yesterday. Something about money being stolen from one of the precincts in the city? I'm not sure, I haven’t gotten all the details yet but I guess I’ll find out more in today’s briefing at the head office. 

Anyway, must be off. My train into the city should be here any minute now and God knows my grumpy sod of a boss will have my head if I’m late to another meeting. 

Talk soon.

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“Excuse me, ma’am, would you mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken”

You avert your eyes from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the past 10 minutes; “The So Blue Marble” by Dorothy B. Hughes, a truly riveting thriller novel. Bookmarking your page, your gaze meets the handsome young chap standing before you.

“Oh yes of course, please, sit down” He’s a rather handsome fellow, clean-shaven with his hair slicked with a side part, perfectly framing his chiselled jaw. Heat flushes across your cheeks and you can’t help but feel a little flustered as he takes a seat in front of you.

“Thank you, Ma’am” He extends his arm for a handshake.

“Please, call me Ada”

“A pleasure, Ada” You can’t help but notice his peculiar accent, it appears to be a southern accent of sorts but you can’t quite place it.

“Is that a southern accent I hear- oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name?”

“Ah no, Maryland although I do get that a lot, and no worries. The name’s Nick but everyone calls me Folio” You tilt your head ever so slightly at the nickname, wondering how that came to be. As if he already knew your next question, he smiles.

“My surname Is Folio, there’s another Nick amongst my friends so over time I just became Folio”

“Aah makes sense. Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Folio” You flash a smile, trying your best not to blush too hard.

“Judging by your accent, you’re from England I assume? What brings you to America, New York City at that?”. It’s the dreaded question you always fear to answer. Although you’re trained to lie, to be deceitful, you can’t help but feel a little guilty each time you respond to that question. It’s not easy to live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, half of the time you’re not even sure what’s real anymore; but that’s the job. Everyone is doing what they can to help the war effort, you included and if that means putting up a facade each day, then so be it.

“My family evacuated from England, we would’ve gone to Canada but my brother is deployed here in the States” You feel your heart drop to your stomach. This isn’t a complete lie; your mother and older sister, Mary and Agnes, did evacuate from England, but the ship carrying them to Canada took a devastating blow and ultimately sunk; the total casualties are still unknown. No one knows the whereabouts of your brother, Dennis. You received a telegram in July last year to notify that he was M.I.A when he didn’t return to base with his aircrew. So, no, it wasn’t a complete lie but you have to carry the sadness on your own.

“So, what will a gorgeous lady like you be doing in the city? ” He leans forward on the table, raising his left eyebrow. His words make your heartbeat speed up a million miles an hour. Of course, he doesn’t know the real reason you’re in the city but a little fun can’t hurt, right?

“I’m looking around for a job but most businesses are shut and I’m not first aid trained, so that’s pretty much any job out of the question” Another lie.

“Well, I can’t give you a job but If you ever want some company, please feel free to come down to the 13th precinct. I’d be happy to keep you company” His flirtatious manner doesn’t go unnoticed, nothing overly forward but enough to make your face burn up. A high-pitched whistle blows outside of the train and it isn’t until you see passengers standing up collecting their belongings from the overhead shelves that you realise you’ve reached your destination. You both walk off of the train onto the platform, pushing through the crowd of busybodies.

“Well I must be going, I’ve got some job interviews lined up today. It was lovely meeting you, Folio”

“You too, Ada. Good luck with the interviews, I’m sure you’ll find something soon”. Folio, once again, extends his arm for a handshake. Saying your goodbyes, you make your way along the path towards the north exit gate but your attention is averted as you hear that familiar, not-so-southern, voice.

“I hope you take me up on that offer, Ada!”. He bellows. Turning on your heels, you chuckle thinking about the gorgeously mysterious man you just met.

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“Ah right on time Chapman, makes a change. I was beginning to wonder if that pretty face of yours knew how to tell the time” Alfred, your other male chauvinist pig of a boss, says as you walk into the meeting room.

“Morning Alfred, Sir” Oh how you’d love nothing more than to punch his disgusting, smug face, but you need this job and you need the money, especially if you want to get your dad and Peggy over here in the States.

“As John mentioned to you yesterday, he has assigned you a new mission. The higher-ups believe that someone in the 13th precinct is stealing money from their funding-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but did you say the 13th precinct?” This can’t be possible, surely not?

“For fuck sake Ada, maybe if you spent less time dressing like a whore and more time paying attention you would’ve heard me. Yes, I said the 13th precinct now shut up and listen” Anger rises through your body as he berates you in front of your team, but you take a deep breath, reminding yourself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Sorry, sir. Please continue”

“As I was saying, you will be tracking one man. We believe he is acting alone, stealing money to put into an offshore account. You will be working at the precinct undercover as an accountant, you will need to keep track of all the money that goes in and out of their accounts. You’ll be given a written brief with more details. Make sure to read it thoroughly after the meeting ends, if that’s even possible for that empty fucking head of yours. We will go over the target’s name and description so everyone is aware of exactly who the suspect is”. Annie, Alfred’s assistant, hands out copies of the brief around the table.

Flipping over the first page, which details the goal of the mission, you see the name of the suspect.

“Fuck” Is all you can mutter out under your breath as you stare at the page, mouth agape in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” There’s no denying the name and image that’s staring right back at you. Is this a sick joke? A punishment for leaving your family behind?

“Billy, can you please read out the suspect’s name and character description” A part of you still hopes that you’re imagining what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Nick Folio, sir”

There’s no such thing as fate, but the universe has a funny way of deciding it for you.

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AN: i genuinely loved writing this first chapter. I hope you guys will love this story as much as me, please let me know your thoughts! also please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for each chapter :)

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[teecupangel]

Been learning about animals again and I came across the Dunkleosteus. For some reason I think it's kinda cute so I wanna see how Desmond would act as that (and possibly some mauling-)

For those unfamiliar with how a Dunkleosteus looks like, here’s the estimate of its sizes and a reconstruction of how it could possible look like:

It seems Dunkleosteus is most native to America (although it’s also possible there were some in Europe?) so a Dunkleosteus Desmond could easily make contact with Ratonhnhaké:ton but you know what would be fun?

If he makes contact with the Colonial Brotherhood before its fall instead…

He’s just living his best fish life, maybe wondering if there is any real reason why he became a fish? Maybe a big brain plan from Min-

…

He’s a fish.

Naaahhh.

Is it strange that he was bigger than most fishes?

Of course.

But he was simply going to ignore that.

Then… one day, Desmond’s calm peaceful (boring) waters suddenly grew noisy.

Okay, ‘suddenly’ was the wrong word to use.

The noises started far away but continued to come closer and closer until whoever were making those noises were right on top of him.

He heard the word ‘Assassin scum!’ and grew curious so he swam upwards.

Just to see what was happening, of course (or so he would tell himself).

Unfortunately, he had gotten so used to his new body and the peacefulness of the waters that he… accidentally! … smacked the little rickety boat with his fin while he was making his way to poke his head out of the water for a moment.

The Templar lost his footing while the Assassin managed to grab hold of the boat’s side after falling to their knees and Desmond (just so happened!) had his mouth opened and uuuhh…

He might have accidentally chomped off the Templar’s upper half???

Desmond felt so disgusted that he immediately threw it back up though!

And… it kinda sorta… fell back onto the ship where the Assassin remained staring at him with wide eyes and a pale complexion.

Understanding he must have traumatized the Assassin, he just… plopped back down to the deepest part of the waters…

… was there an underwater equivalent of a toothpaste around here?

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.

.

A few months later, Desmond hears a few noises once more and swims closer to check what was happening.

This time, he made sure to not hit the boat with any part of his body nor did he swim above water to peek!

Hearing them clearly is fine at this point, considering the trauma he and that poor Assassin had to endure.

“Alright, here’s the first one! Careful not to rock the boat too much!”

“If you’re so worried, how about you come help!?”

“Someone has to keep the boat steady, ya fool!”

“Oh, and it has nothing to do with you vomiti-”

Their conversation was interrupted by a big splashing sound and…

Desmond stared as the corpse of a clearly dead… absolutely dead… man started to drop deeper and deeper into the waters.

“Why’s Miss Jensen having us drop these here anyway?”

“They’re all Miss Jensen’s family’s enemies. Remember? The ones she calls Templars?”

Another body dropped onto the waters, its empty eyes seemingly staring at Desmond as it slowly drop to the depths.

“Aye, I remember that. I’m asking why we traveled here to drop them?”

“I heard that fish saved Miss Jensen one time. They say she wants to feed the fish who saved her.”

Another body dropped and Desmond think it’s high time he just goes away, further away from all these corpses.

Some of the other fishes would probably eat them.

Maybe???

As Desmond began to swim away, he heard the men continue to converse, even though the one of them was slightly out of breath with all the corpses he was dropping (no wonder they were using a bigger boat than the one Desmond saw last time).

“That doesn’t sound like Miss Jensen.”

“Of course not. Miss Jensen says there’s a big fish here that likes to eat human so this is the perfect place to take care of the ‘remains.”

“Oh, that sounds more like her.”

#dunkleosteus desmond #desmond accidentally bites half of a guy off #he would like to stress that it was by accident #assassin's creed #desmond miles #hope jensen #i just thought it would be fun if it was someone else #instead of shay or achilles XD #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre

[ohtobeleah]

Outer My Mind / Rhett Abbott

Chapter One: America Is Wrong

Summary: Rhett Abbott, found a distraction from his grief in the form on Maria Olivares when she came back to Wabang. You? Well—you lost yourself and became a recluse of sorts. Until Rhett found out you needed help fixing the boundary fence.

Warnings: Rhett Abbott x F!reader. Miscommunication. Mentions of miscarriage. Mental health issues. Best Friends to Lovers Trope.

Word Count: 3.8k

Author Note: It’s been a while. But out boy Rhett deserved some attention this week. Outer My Mind Masterlist

“They aren’t serious about him riding Mickey Bull are they?” You asked Perry curiously as he handed you a beer. Taking a sip, you watched as Rhett settled onto the back of his latest bucking bull. Mickey Bull. “Oh fuck, he’s in for a real treat isn’t he?” You chuckled as Perry nudged at your shoulder, agreeing that this wouldn’t be Rhett’s best ride. 

“He’ll be fine, he knows what he’s doing.” Perry replied through the corner of his mouth as he clapped and hollered out for Rhett. You did the same, perched up in the crowd with Rhett’s family, cheering him on with all the love and support you could. Because that’s what you and Rhett did. 

Things had been complicated to say the least the last two months—some days you felt like the world had ended. Others felt like it had just begun. 

“Go Rhett!!” You shouted as he came barreling through the gates, holding on for dear life as Mickey Bull tried to rid his back of Rhett Abbott. “Hold on Rhett, hold on!!” 

“Well Folks, you gotta love the effort!” The announcement came through the speakers and the buzzer sounded. 

“Ohh—!” Perry cringed as you buried your face in his shoulder, squinting your eyes shut at the sight of Rhett hitting the deck and hitting the deck hard. It wasn’t long enough—you knew it, Perry knew it and above all you knew Rhett knew it too. 

“It wasn’t enough, I’m not advancing.” Rhett mumbled from inside the fence as you stood between Royal and Perry. The found family that had somewhat adopted you, especially since you lost your dad a few months back. Royal Abbott knew you were as strong willed and as stupid as your old man had been. But that didn’t mean you were any less deserving of company. 

“Ah you did fine.” Royal sighed, he didn’t agree. “That bull hasn’t ridden well in forever.” 

“Yeah that was a bullshit bull Rhett—“ You couldn’t help but to laugh as Perry cussed his daughter out for using bad language, she looked to you like you had her back or something. “What? Y/n said it, not me!” 

“Aye now, I said Mickey bull was a bad ride, that didn’t mean you could say he was bullshit.” You pulled Amy close as you picked her up to piggy back her. She draped her arms around your shoulders as you stood back up. “You did as good as you could with the hand you were dealt, Rhett.” You sighed as you looked at Rhett like he hung all the stars in the night sky just for you. 

“Thanks Rebel.” 

Expect those stars were never meant for you. They were always meant for Maria. Rhett spotted her in the crowd and couldn’t keep his eyes off her. You looked to where the trajectory of his eyes were going and you just knew. 

Always the bridesmaid and never the bride. Forever the friend and never the wife. 

“We’ll see you at home.” Cecilia cooed as she reached out for her son's hand. He nodded softly, confirming what she already knew as you turned back to Rhett. 

You would never be the one he hung stars for. 

And that was just something you were going to have to accept and move on from. Because as Rhett looked at Maria like anyone with working eyes could see you looked at him, your heart sank into your stomach as you let a hand rest against your stomach. Still holding Amy on your back. 

Hoping for a little kick that wouldn’t come. Because you’d lost your baby two months ago and Rhett hadn’t said a word about it since. 

Rhett’s baby. The mistake that you’d made in a drunken accident that never should have happened. Two months had passed and you still couldn’t sleep, could eat, couldn’t think. Couldn’t get yourself to move on. 

But as you watched Rhett smile up at Maria in the crowd as you looked back over your shoulder, you knew Rhett was fine. He’d moved on, he could sleep and eat and ride. He'd let you go and all he could have owed you go. 

“I just need you to be you, Rhett.” You could remember asking as you walked away. Not entirely sure you were ready to be truly alone. “I just need you to be you, Rhett.” 

But you knew you were entirely alone. Teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell was a battle that you couldn’t fight. Not alone. So you fell and you could already feel yourself spinning out of control from the fall. 

***~***~***~***One Month Later & The Events Of Outer Range Season One***~***~***~***~

“God dammit—“ You huffed as you came to a stand still on top of the ridge. Looking out across the now empty paddock, you could just see that your herd of cattle had taken it upon themselves to head on over to Spencer’s Cutting, the creek that ran through seven of the eleven properties that littered the small country backyard of Amilia Counties far west. 

The border fence that you’d only just fixed a few months ago was down again, some crazy herd of bison had trampled it to oblivion and beyond last night.

“Alright Chester—Let’s load up the truck hey?” You reached down to pat Chesters chest as he blew air through his nose and stomped a single horse shoe into the ground. “Atta boy, let’s go.” 

It was a fact you were going to have to accept, after about a month of solitude besides grocery runs and farming supply top ups, you needed to accept you were going to have to head on over to the Abbotts place. Your post hole digger was still busted—had been since before you dad passed. And with the boundary fence down and your cows running a muck down in Spencer’s Cutting—you needed a fucking post hole digger. 

Abbott Ranch was the closest in proximity, it only made sense. The last time you’d spoken to Rhett was at that rodeo where he barely made it through to nationals. It wasn’t all his fault, you were partly to blame—but in the month following he’d made not a single attempt to check in with you. See how you were doing. You hadn’t seen him since Trevor Tillerson's funeral, and even then you didn’t stick around to chat. 

The drive over felt as unfamiliar and unfair as it was engraved into your heart. You’d driven this road a million times and would do so a million times more. It was only as you turned off the gravel road onto the dirt drive of the Abbott Ranch that your heart sunk to your arse. 

And it sucked knowing that a thief came into your home and stole your peace, your lack of boundaries gave them permission. You were just the gift that kept on giving. First you let Rhett slip between your fingers, then you stepped away the moment you knew Maria was back in town thinking it would protect your heart to not see a thing. 

Turns out that hurt more. 

You were just a Santa Claws to her, just with no Christmas and no returns. But there was no excuse you could give yourself to excuse yourself from not putting yourself first because you were afraid to lose the only person you thought ever cared enough about you to give you the time of day. 

If Rhett didn’t want you? You weren’t about to grovel. If he wanted Maria Olivares then that’s who he could have. 

You weren’t a constellation prize, not even for your best friend.

“So she’s alive huh?” Royal chuckled to himself as he and Rhett countered the castle in the yards ready for market. Rhett didn’t quite catch what his dad had said until he looked up and saw your Ute kicking up a plume of red dirt behind it as you slowly crept up the drive. “Haven’t seen Rebel in just over a month—I thought she’d dropped off the face of the earth.” 

Had it really been that long? Rhett thought to himself as he went back to counting the cattle. One by one until there wasn’t any left to count. He watched with a slight glare your way as you pulled up, opened your door and stood from your car seat. 

“Hey Royal—“ You started, tilting your hat his way as he did so you. You turned for a brief moment to acknowledge Rhett, but he’d already looked away. Too ashamed that he’d all but forgotten about you for an entire month while he’d been off chasing a girl who was beyond him. 

So you didn’t bother saying hello. You didn’t bother saying anything at all. Rhett has suddenly become a stranger to you and honestly? You didn’t mind. Not if it meant that you were screaming at a brick wall begging for him to love you the same way you knew he knew you loved him. 

“Rebel—how you been?” Royal asked with a crooked smile. “Haven’t seen you in a while?” That man barely knew how to be happy and it showed in the lines on his tired face. 

“Ah you know me, overworked and under fucked.” You chuckled at the way Royal cringed at your forwardness and missed the soft laugh that escaped from Rhett’s heart. “I need to borrow your post hole digger?” You asked in more of a i'm not asking but telling you I’m about to borrow your post whole digger tone. “Boundary fence is down in the south pasture, guess that herd of Bison took it out last night.” 

Royal wasn’t inclined to not believe you. He’d been out there when they came barreling through. 

“I’ll take Perry if he’s around too. Need an extra pair of hands if you’ve got ‘em to spare.” 

“Post hole diggers in the shed.” Royal pointed. “But Perry’s not here, you can take Rhett though we’re just about finished here.” Oh how you couldn’t have thought of a worse idea. Redoing the boundary fence on your own was going to take a few days, if not the entire week. But doing it by yourself would be far less painstaking than rebuilding whatever broken friendship remained between you and Rhett.

“I’ll just take the post hole digger then.” You looked back to Rhett who had finally drawn his attention to you. You looked good, really good. “Thanks, I’ll just grab it and be on my way.” 

“No problem Rebel, keep yourself well.” Royal was quick to wave you off as you kept your gaze locked on Rhett a little longer than you should have. It was like a guilty pleasure to look at him, to stare into his ocean blue eyes that held so much promise behind them. 

Rhett Abbott could be anything he wanted to, if only he believed he could. 

“Will do—“ You tipped your hat and started up the drive, slamming your door behind you as Rhett watched you disappear up towards the shed. 

“What the hell did you do that’s so bad that she’d rather put that boundary fence up herself than have you give her a hand Rhett?” Royal asked as he finished up at the gate, making sure the snap lock was on tight and secure. 

“I didn’t do nothin’—“ Rhett grumbled out of the corner of his mouth. “Haven’t seen her in a while is all.” 

“Any particular reason that might be?” Royal had been the one who eventually picked Rhett and Maria up after he totaled his truck at the America is wrong sign late last night. Royal knew he was set on running—all Rhett had ever wanted to do was run. But even at the edge of what could have been freedom, something kept him tethered to Wabang. 

Someone by the name of you.

“Or anyone perhaps? Because I know all you’ve ever wanted was the Y/l/n girl—and judging by the fact it was that Olivares girl in your truck last night on the edge of town, I'm assuming you finally came to your senses and realised that she wasn’t who you thought you wanted.” Royal chuckled to himself as he took his gloves off and shoved them in his back pocket. “Now I can’t do math worth a damn but if two and two equals four Rhett then what the fuck are you doing here helping me still and not going after that Y/l/n girl?” 

Rhett thought on it for a moment, he stood there in the silence of the afternoon sun and watched the drive away up to the shed. 

“Rebels cows are probably out if the south boundary is down—I’m gonna go check down at Spencer’s Cutting for her, see if I can herd em up.” 

“Sure, you do that Mr. Casinova—“ Royal couldn’t help but to chuckle as he tapped Rhett on the shoulder. He still didn’t know about Perry. 

No one knew about Perry. 

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Rhett didn’t wait up for you to finish loading up the post hole digger before he set off. He was off before you even put your truck in reverse. 

You thought you’d get a little peace and quiet in the burning heart of the mid afternoon as you tried your best to fix the boundary fence. It was a mess. It was technically a two person job at the bare minimum and if you were being completely honest with yourself it probably wasn’t a good idea to try and attempt to fix it on your own. But you had something to prove. 

“Come on you son of a bitch!” You groaned as you tried to feed the wire through to no avail. “Come on—“ 

“Need a hand?” Rhett called out as he came to a standstill, his horse Ranger looked at you as if he knew him being here was a bad idea too. 

“Not from you, that’s for sure.” You barely looked at Rhett, it made his heart ache inside his chest a little more than he was comfortable with. “You checkin in on me Abbott?” 

“Depends if you need to be checked in on?” Rhett chuckled as he lowered himself from off his horse, watching as you finally got the wire to feed through the small hole you’d drilled. You’d happily take the small wins to combat the overwhelming losses. “Guess I lost track of time, having seen you in a while?” 

“Yeah well, time slips by when your tunnel visioned, doesn’t it?” You kept working as Rhett stood hovering in your sunlight, casting a shadow down on you that left you cold and heartless. “How’s things going with Maria anyway?” 

“I dunno if they’re even going.” Rhett sighed, he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong by you. “We uh, we were heading outta town last night—“ 

“Ah, so you were finally gonna get away were you?” You chuckled as you shook your head in disbelief. “So what are you doing here annoying me for if you were so close to freedom Rhett?” 

If Rhett were honest he hated the way you kept working through your conversation, barely giving him the time of day. Beggars couldn’t be choosers though could they? He hadn’t been around to see you in a month or so. 

“Same herd of bison that busted the fence sent me off roading into the sign on the main road.” He explained. “Couldn’t really get the hell outta dodge without a truck could I?” The conversation seemed cold, one sided even. You really didn’t wanna know and you sure as shit didn’t care. “Maria was pretty upset when I called someone to come get us, she was as pretty keen on leaving town.” 

“She left, didn’t she?” You asked just for curiosity's sake, Rhett was quick to nod in response, quietly pressing his lip together in a solemn line. 

“Left this morning—text me to meet her at the cafe but I just couldn’t”. 

“Smart—yeah good strategy Rhett, hey I bet she was real pleased when you pulled the rug out from underneath her.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhett remained silent after he asked you that as he watched you work. There was a fire in you he hadn’t seen before, you were angry at something, someone. Probably him. “Rebel?” 

“People are like dogs Rhett, you kick 'em around enough they’ll start thinking they did something to deserve it.” You paused momentarily to wipe the sweat from your forehead as you looked to Rhett like you didn’t have a clue who he was anymore. “If you love her and you wanna be with her and the two of you really want to leave this place behind then you would have gone with her no hesitation.” Rhett watched as you fed the wiring through the post. You could do this by yourself—you didn’t need Rhett or anyone else for that matter. “Don’t lead her on, you tell her straight how it is or else she’ll start to think she did something wrong and that’s not fair on nobody.” 

“What do I say to her?” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You shrugged. “Hell you told me you’d be there for me but I haven’t heard from you in a month—“ You paused what you were doing and rose to your feet to meet Rhett’s gaze. “So tell her whatever you need to do to make it easy to walk away I guess.” 

“Rebel—“ 

“You’re really good at that.” You weren't going to give Rhett a chance. It was best he knew that now before he even tried. “Go home Rhett, I’ve got it from here.” 

“Your cows are still out—“ 

“If you having fucking noticed Abbott I don’t have a fence up to keep em in!” You hissed. “Can you just—god can you just leave me to be in peace? I’ve been fine all on my own for the past month and I don’t need you coming around pretending you care because if you cared even a little about me? You wouldn’t have forgotten I live right next door—a beer and a hi you doing alright would’ve sufficed.“ 

“I’ve had a lot going on, if you hadn’t noticed I was being accused of murder!” Rhett spat at you as you rose to your feet finally. “None of us know where Amy and Perry are at the moment either.” Rhett added before he took a turn at you, shoving the blame back on your shoulders. “And where the fuck where you when I needed you huh? No call no text not a fucking word from you so don’t you dare take the high ground on this when you and I both know you couldn’t reached out too!” 

“I’m sorry I was busy trying to get over the loss of our child!” You shoved at Rhett's chest so hard he faulted back. He stumbled a little as you smashed your fist against his shoulder. “Remember that? Huh, tough guy!” You didn’t hold back as you raised your voice and shoved at Rhett again. “We were gonna have a child together and suddenly I was fucking nobody to you!” 

“Rebel stop—!” Rhett pleased as he tried to catch your wrist as you hammered into his chest. “Stop! It’s been three months!” At that moment you truly didn’t know who Rhett had become over the last month. You felt sick as your hand came up to rest against your stomach. Rhett saw the look in your eye’s and immediately backtracked. He didn’t mean that, he knew he said it but that’s not what he meant. “Rebel I didn’t mean that—“ 

“Are you saying that I should just get over it? Like you did?” You could have strangled him, Rhett had unintentionally crossed a line no man should ever go near let alone cross. “Get the hell off my property before I shoot you in the goddamn foot!” 

“Y/n wait, that’s not what I meant it’s just—“ Rhett tried to reach out but all you did was step back. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“You’re a bastard—“ You and Rhett stood what felt like a million miles apart but in reality you were face to face. “For the record, you stopped choosing me and you stopped caring about me the second she walked back into town.” 

Rhett hated what the two of you had become. 

“You’re my best friend? My only friend?” Rhett sighed as he reached out to thumb at your cheek. He curled his digits into your hair and pulled you closer. “Hey—I’m right here yeah?” There was nothing Rhett could say that could make you feel the slightest bit full. You were entirely empty and exhausted. “I’m right here, look at me?” 

But you couldn’t look at the man you loved for a second more without wanting to burst into flames. 

“I could never just be friends with you Rhett and you know that.” Being this close to Rhett after so long was really doing a number on your sanity. He was your home and suddenly you couldn’t recognise the photos on the walls or the layout of the living room. “Your eyes remind me of the nights we spent together.” You admitted softly, just barely above a whisper as Rhett trailed the pad of his thumb across your cheek to catch the tears that spilled over your lash line. “I can’t look in the eyes I once saw a future together in and I can’t look in the eyes of the father of the child I’ll never get to watch grow up.” You pushed yourself away before you could completely lose yourself and turned your back on Rhett. “I can’t be just your friend—“

“Rebel im—“ Rhett had no words, he couldn’t formulate a sentence that could even come close to being enough of an apology. He couldn’t say he didn’t know you loved him and he couldn’t say he didn’t love you back. He was just confused. He thought he knew what he wanted but now that you were standing in front of him telling him that you’d given him all that you could—Rhett wanted to take all his actions back. He wanted you back. “I’m sorry—“ 

“I don’t need your apology, Rhett.” You spoke over your shoulder. “I just need you off my damn property because your part in my story is finished and I have no intention of letting you back in close enough to hurt me.” 

In the silence of the afternoon sun Rhett watched you return to your work like he wasn’t still standing there. 

“It was my baby too, you know.” Was all Rhett said as you went back to working on the boundary fence. Your heart burned inside your chest. “You lost our baby and you wanna blame me for everything—“ Again, you said nothing. You simply picked up the pair of wire cutters and used them to twirl the wire around a few times before cutting it off. “Fine Rebel, you wanna be petty?” Rhett snapped. “Your cows are wandering dangerously close to the Tillerson's property.” Rhett explained as he mounted back onto Ranger.

 “Round 'em up yourself, miss ‘can do’.”

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[thethirdromana]

Van Helsing's misinformation

I took a look at some of the claims Van Helsing makes in his "immortal parrots" speech on the 26th of September.

Why was it that Methuselah lived nine hundred years, and 'Old Parr' one hundred and sixty-nine...

The oldest authenticated age that anyone has ever reached is 122 years (Jeanne Louise Calment, 1875-1997). Thomas Parr ('Old Parr') allegedly lived from 1483 to 1635 (which is 152 years, not 169) but the 1895 Dictionary of National Biography, which has an entry for Parr, is very sceptical about his claim, noting that his exact age was "attested by village gossip alone."

Here's Old Parr, painted by an unknown artist:

Do you know the altogether of comparative anatomy and can say wherefore the qualities of brutes are in some men, and not in others?

Comparative anatomy is a perfectly reasonable field, but coupled with "the qualities of brutes" and it being the 1890s, I strongly suspect this is some racist physiognomy bullshit (see p550 here for an example of how this looked in contemporary writing, if you must).

Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps?

This one is delightfully weird. It seems to be a telephone-game version of this story, printed in a variety of magazines and miscellanies (e.g.) since 1821:

The sexton of the church of St Eustace, at Paris, amazed to find frequently a particular lamp extinct early, and yet the oil consumed oil, sat up several nights to perceive the cause. At length he discovered that a spider of surprising size came down the cord to drink the oil. A still more extraordinary instance of the same kind occurred during the year 1751, in the Cathedral of Milan. A vast spider was observed there, which fed on the oil of the lamps... It weighed four pounds, and was sent to the Emperor of Austria, and is now in the Imperial Museum at Vienna.

Here's a photo of St Eustache:

In 1894 the story was reprinted in Notes and Queries, with the question: "Are the statements therein pure fiction? If not, can any one tell me how much we may safely believe? A spider weighing four pounds [1.8kg] is indeed a heavy tax on the reader's credulity."

In reality, the largest spider in the world is the Goliath birdeater, which weighs 175g.

Can you tell me why in the Pampas, ay and elsewhere, there are bats that come at night and open the veins of cattle and horses and suck dry their veins...

Vampire bats are real, and live in parts of South and Central America. The prey of the common vampire bat can include cattle (source). The quantity of blood that they drink is small - in the region of 100g, or about a fifth of a typical blood donation. Vampire bat predation can result in the death of much larger animals, but from infection, not draining them dry.

Here's a common vampire bat:

... how in some islands of the Western seas there are bats which hang on the trees all day, and those who have seen describe as like giant nuts or pods, and that when the sailors sleep on the deck, because that it is hot, flit down on them, and then—and then in the morning are found dead men, white as even Miss Lucy was?

From Wikipedia:

West Sea or Western Sea may refer to:

Atlantic Ocean

Pacific Ocean

Indian Ocean

Mediterranean Sea...

So that's not the most helpful starting point. I don't know which bats these are supposed to be, though hanging in trees like giant nuts makes them sound like fruit bats. In Van Helsing's defence, bats do carry a lot of viruses.

Can you tell me why the tortoise lives more long than generations of men...

Lovely to reach something that's just straight-up true. The current oldest living land animal is Jonathan, a 190+-year-old Seychelles giant tortoise.

... why the elephant goes on and on till he have seen dynasties...

Asian elephants live to be 50 or so; African elephants, 60-70 years. Weirdly, it seems to have been widely believed in the 1890s that elephants lived for a century; e.g. that's cited as fact in the 1894 Encyclopaedia Britannica. Either way, "dynasties" feels like an exaggeration.

... why the parrot never die only of bite of cat or dog or other complaint?

I've tried but I can't find where Bram Stoker got this one from. Maybe he made it up. The English Illustrated Magazine, 1897, contains an article complaining about how easily grey parrots die after being imported and sold as pets.

Can you tell me why men believe in all ages and places that there are some few who live on always if they be permit; that there are men and women who cannot die?

I've also got no idea what's going on with this one. I can't figure out how to look into it without coming up with lots of 1890s Christian literature on the immortal soul, which is not what Van Helsing is getting at.

We all know—because science has vouched for the fact—that there have been toads shut up in rocks for thousands of years, shut in one so small hole that only hold him since the youth of the world.

This was a wildly popular myth in Victorian times (see this article for more details). An article in The Gentleman's Magazine, 1877, entitled 'Some Facts and Fictions of Zoology' (reprinted in several other places) went into the question in more detail, and concluded:

These tales are, in short, as devoid of actual foundation as are the modern beliefs in the venomous properties of the toad, or the ancient beliefs in the occult and mystic powers of various parts of its frame when used in incantations.

Here's a toad:

Can you tell me how the Indian fakir can make himself to die and have been buried, and his grave sealed and corn sowed on it, and the corn reaped and be cut and sown and reaped and cut again, and then men come and take away the unbroken seal and that there lie the Indian fakir, not dead, but that rise up and walk amongst them as before?

This seems to have been widely believed in the late 19th century - e.g. this 1897 book references "two undoubted cases... one of whom had remained alive under the ground for six weeks, the other for ten days". This 1880 magazine says that it "will appear incredible" but relays the story of a fakir "buried alive for forty days, then disentombed and resuscitated" as fact.

The longest verified case of someone surviving without drinking water is Andreas Mihavecz, an 18-year-old bricklayer who was mistakenly locked up by police for 18 days. Even then, he drank condensed water from the walls, and was very close to death when he was found.

So in summary:

Old Parr: false

Physiognomy: false

Enormous oil-drinking spider: false

Vampire bats: partially true

Bats killing sailors: partially true

Long-lived tortoises: TRUE

Long-lived elephants: false

Immortal parrots: false

Belief in immortality: ???

Imprisoned toads: false

Buried fakirs: false

I guess there are some disadvantages to having an "absolutely open mind."

#dracula daily #van helsing #historical context #long post

[mamaestapa]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Time skip! You and Joe decorate the apartment for Christmas! Fast forward a few weeks to Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and a couple days after Christmas…a lot happens. And what happens when Joe finds out you met someone while he was back home?

•word count: 6.5k (i think this is the longest chapter i’ve ever written HAHA)

•warnings: ANGST, a LOT of fluff, another almost kiss, christmas/holidays, and a very sad Joe

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December 5, 2022

"Do you have a Christmas tree?"

"What?" Joe called from the bathroom. You sighed and walked out of the kitchen. The bathroom door was wide open so you decided to walk into the bathroom and talk to Joe. You, of course, assumed he was decent since the door was wide open.

"I said-."

"AYE, AYE-."

You covered your eyes and turned back around. You were not expecting to see Joe butt naked.

"I'm sorry! I assumed you were decent! The door was wide open." you exclaimed, defending your actions. You chuckled and added, "Plus, it's not like I haven't seen it before. Hell, pretty much all of America has seen your ass."

You turned around, peeking out from under your hand slightly. You pulled your hands away and opened your eyes completely when you saw Joe had a towel covering his waist now. Your eyes scanned his body, taking in the muscles of his biceps and his chest and abdomen that was glistening with droplets of water. You just couldn't look away...

He cleared his throat, causing you to tear your gaze away from his body and look at his face instead. He let out a slight chuckle as a smirk pulled at his lips.

"You were saying what about a Christmas tree?"

"Do you have one? It's December now and I think we should put one up."

December is your favorite month because of Christmas. You love all of the decorations and the lights. The cold weather, the hot chocolate, and the baking is all very enjoyable.

Joe shook his head, stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind him. He reached out and peered from behind the curtain.

"Can you hand me my clothes?"

You furrowed your brows and handed him his clothes.

"I can leave so you don't have to change in the shower?"

"Thanks," he brought himself back into the shower and said, "well you're already in here," he gestured to the bathroom, "and I'm already in the shower getting dressed so..."

You shrugged and continued to talk.

"I think we should decorate the place a little bit. Maybe put some lights up, find a tree, get a wreath, you know all the Christmas stuff. Maybe some stockings because it's not Christmas without the stockings."

Joe pulled open the shower curtain open, stepping out onto and the bath mat and ruffling his wet hair with the towel. He nodded along as you spoke.

"I don't have a tree here though."

You shrugged, "We can buy one."

"Who's we?"

"Okay, I will buy one," you stepped out of the way so he could he look in the mirror, "did you not have one last year?"

"I did," he said, rubbing his fingers through his damp hair, "but I didn't bring it here. It's either in storage or at my ex-girlfriends place."

Yikes.

"Well we, I mean, I can just buy a new one."

He shook his head, "I'll go check after I finish getting ready. I think I have some other Christmas decorations in storage too."

Joe finished up in the bathroom and was getting ready to leave before he turned to you and asked, "Wanna come with?"

You shook your head, "You go ahead. I'll stay back here and clean up a bit, figure out where to put the tree."

"Okay," he said, giving me a closed lip smile, "I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay." you smiled, watching as he left the apartment.

You started to clean up around the apartment, making space for the tree and any other decorations Joe may have found in his storage unit. You’ve recently found out that Joe is only staying in this apartment because he's looking to find a house once the season ends. He had a house last year, but he left it for his ex-girlfriend when they broke up. He told you he needed a fresh start, so finding a new place was the perfect place to start. But their breakup happened at a tough spot in his schedule, so it was more convenient for him to rent an apartment instead of buy a house.

You on the other hand, you don't know what you’ll do once September rolls around. You’ll probably just renew the lease for another year and look for a place while you work more hours at the boutique with Macee.

About fifteen minutes later, you got a text from Joe:

Joe- Can you come down and help?

You liked the message and went down to the parking lot to help him grab the decorations. A wide grin appeared on your face as you saw him pull out the box that contained a mid sized fake Christmas tree.

"You have one!"

He set the box down on the pavement and nodded, "I've got the tree here," he pointed to two small boxes in the passenger seat, "Lights in that box, and a couple other decorations in the other one."

"Nice," you said with a smile as you walked over to the passenger side of his car and grabbed the two boxes.

You offered to help carry the other box, but Joe insisted that the tree box was small enough for him to carry by himself.

Once the two of you were back up to the apartment, you started to put the tree together.

"Did you have a fake or real tree growing up?" you asked, placing the branches into the slots.

"Fake," he said, putting the top of the tree on since you couldn't reach, "you?"

"Real when I was in Colorado, but fake once we moved to Arizona."

Joe nodded, "Would you ever get a real one again?"

"Yeah," you said as yo began to fluff the tree, "I'd love to get one every year once I have a family of my own, you know make it a tradition."

Joe smiled, "That sounds nice. I would love to do that too someday."

"Well," you stopped your movements and looked at Joe, smiling sincerely as you said, "any girl would be lucky to have that with you."

Joe's smile grew slightly bigger as the two of you just looked at each other. He took in a breath, seeming like he had something important to say. You looked at him, waiting to see what he had to say. He let out the breath and rubbed his palms on his shorts before bringing them back up and rubbing them against each other.

"Oh!"

You jumped slightly, taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm.

"We don't have ornaments."

You chuckled, "Yeah we might need those."

"I'll run to the store real quick. You wanna put the lights on while I'm gone?"

You nodded, "Sure."

"Great, I'll be back in a few."

You watched as Joe left the apartment, frowning slightly as your mind wandered back to that moment where you and Joe just stood there, looking intensely into each others eyes and not saying anything. That's been happening a lot lately between you. The tension obvious, but neither one of you daring to say anything or make a move. You feel conflicted and confused and when it comes to Joe. You don't have feelings, but, you can't deny the fact that he's a very attractive guy. You don't have feelings...but there's something there that you just can't quite figure out yet.

You began to wrap the LED lights around the tree, your mind still somehow wandering to Joe. That's also been happening a lot more recently.

You wish you knew why though...

~time skip~

"Hey," you smiled, "You find the ornaments?"

"These?" he asked, smiling as he held up the packaging with red and gold ornaments.

"Perfect!" you clapped your hands and took the package from him, opening it up and beginning to put the ornaments all around the tree. Joe helped too, placing ornaments on the back and left side of the tree as you worked on decorating the front and right side. Once all the ornaments were on the mid-sized tree, Joe hung the leftover led lights along the cabinets in the kitchen. As he hung the lights up, you made both of you a cup of hot chocolate. You were putting marshmallows onto the top of the warm chocolatey liquid when you noticed a bag sitting on the edge of the couch. The bag seemed full, looking like there was some sort of fabric in there.

"Hey Joe?"

He hummed, turning around to look at you.

"What's in that bag?" you asked, pointing at the plastic bag on the couch. Joe walked over to the couch and picked it up, motioning for you to come over to him. You set the bag of marshmallows down on the counter and walked over to where he was standing. He pulled out two white stockings, holding them out in front of him.

One stocking had a red J while the other had a red (Y/F/I) -your first initial)

He bought stockings with your initials on them.

You smiled, but were a little shocked as you were not expecting him to do something like that.

He looked down at the stockings and then back at you. A slight blush on his cheeks as he spoke, "They were on sale and I figured you'd like them. Afterall, you said it yourself, it's not Christmas without stockings."

Your smile grew bigger at his words. You did say that to him earlier.

"I love them Joe. Thank you for getting them."

He smiled, "Of course. I'm glad you like them." He handed the stockings to you and followed you over to the Tv where you hung them up on each side of the white Tv stand.

The two of you stepped back, looking at the stockings.

"They look perfect." you said, smiling as you admired the matching stockings.

"Yeah they do." Joe said quietly.

Except he wasn't talking about the stockings.

The rest of the day was spent putting up small decorations, drinking lots of hot chocolate, and watching Yours and Joes favorite Christmas movies.

Christmas truly is the most wonderful time of the year.

A FEW WEEKS LATER…

December 24-28, 2022

Today is Christmas Eve. One of your favorite days of the year.

Joe had a game in New England today, so he hasn't been in home since Thursday. While he's been gone, you’ve been busy wrapping gifts, baking cookies, and doing some last minute shopping. Since your family can't make it to Cincinnati for Christmas and you can't make it to Arizona, you have decided to just mail gifts to each other this year.

It made you sad knowing you couldn't spend the holidays with your family, but you’re extremely thankful that you have Joe here with you. Throughout the last couple weeks, you and Joe have gotten very close. You’ve had some slightly awkward encounters with eachother, but that hasn't stopped the two of you from growing closer and strengthening your friendship. A few weeks ago, Joe promised you he would be there to celebrate Christmas with you on Christmas day, even though you told him to be with his family. He even offered for you to come to his family Christmas on the 27th—that he planned so he could be with you on Christmas day, but you declined. You appreciated the offer, but he deserves to spend that time with his family. Besides, he already has to spend almost every day with you. You figure he deserves a break.

You were sitting on the couch reading a book and listening to Christmas music when your phone began to ring. You picked it up from the coffee table, frowning slightly when you saw Emma Hubbards contact name pop up. Emma rarely calls you, so you were a bit confused as to why she was calling you, especially this late at night. (Emma is bold, you are italics)

Hey Em, what's up?

Y/n, I'm worried.

You immediately frowned. Her voice was shaky, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

Why? Did something happen?

Sam hasn't called me yet. He always calls when they land.

Maybe he just hasn't had a chance to call you yet? I wouldn't be too-.

Y/n, they were supposed to land an hour ago.

Your heart dropped. You pulled the phone away and looked at the time. Sure enough, exactly an hour ago the team should have landed in Cincinnati. You tried not to panic, knowing if you seemed the slightest bit of worried, Emma would start to panic.

Emma, don't panic okay? I'm positive there was just a weather delay. It looked like Foxborough was supposed to get a snow storm overnight, maybe it came in early?

Y/n you don't understand. Sam would've told me if there was a delay. Somethings wrong, I just know it.

You sighed, unsure what to say next.

Maybe he doesn't have good service? Im sure everything is fine.

What if it's not though?

Emma, do not stress yourself out over this. It's not good for the baby and it's not good for you. I promise everything is OK, okay? If he doesn't call within the next twenty minutes, I'll come over and we'll make some phone calls and see what's going on.

Y/n, I’m so worried, what if-

She was cut off by your phone buzzing, you pulled it away, seeing that you were getting an incoming call from Joe.

Em, can I call you back? I just got a phone call from

Joe.

Of course, please take it. Tell him to have Sam call me.

I will.

You ended the call with Emma and answered the call from Joe. Standing up from your spot on the couch to pace around the living room. Something had to have happened. Their plane is an hour late and Joe never calls you. (Joe is bold, you are italics)

Hello?

Hey Y/n

His voice was shaky and he let out a sigh after he said your name. You felt your heart drop once again, beginning to fear the worst.

Hey, is everything OK?

Not really. We had to emergency land at JFK, the plane engine failed.

Oh my god? Are you OK? Is everyone OK?

Yeah, Yeah we're all good. Listen, I'm so sorry sweets, but I don't think we're gonna make it home tonight. I'm uh, *clears throat* not even sure if we'll get home tomorrow.

Oh. You stayed silent, making Joe sigh softly on the other side. He felt so bad.

Y/n, I am so sorry.

No, no you have nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault.

I'll make it up to you, okay? I promise. If I don't make it home in time for Christmas, you're going with me to my parents house. I'm not letting you spend the holidays alone.

You felt tears well up in your eyes. This whole situation is nobody's fault, but, it still sucks. A lot. You were really looking forward to spending Christmas Eve and Christmas day with Joe. As of now, it looks like that's not happening though.

Okay. Well, keep me updated and please get home safe.  Also, tell Sam to call Emma please. And make sure Logan calls Macee, too.

I will. Logan's on the phone with her right now. And hey, If I don't make it home in time, please go somewhere tomorrow.

I will.

Good. Bye Y/n

Bye Joe.

You said quietly, pulling the phone away from your ear and hitting the red button to end the call. You sat back down on the couch and rubbed your eyes, trying to hold back tears.

You don't know why you were getting so emotional over this.

Maybe it's because you’re not home with your family in Arizona. But you’re starting to think it's because you may not be able to spend Christmas with Joe.

Both of you went all out to make sure this was an enjoyable Christmas for both of you. He got stockings with both your initials on them, you made his favorite sugar cookies, and you were going to exchange gifts when you woke up tomorrow morning.

It sucks that you may not be able to now.

You took a deep breath and picked your phone back up, deciding to send a text to Macee.

Y/n🤍- I'm sure you've heard about the guys possibly not making it home for Christmas. In case they don't make it in time, want to come over? I have lots of hot chocolate and cookies ;)

Macee🎀- I'm hopeful they'll be back, but I just got off the phone with Logan and it doesn't sound promising. I would love to come over and spend Christmas with you though❤️

Y/n🤍- Awesome :) keep me updated if you hear anything, I'll do the same. 

Macee🎀- Of course! love ya Y/n❤️

Y/n🤍- love you too Macee❤️

You shut your phone off and set it down on the couch, letting out a deep sigh. You’re so glad the guys and everyone are OK, but the situation still sucks.

You decided to watch a movie as a distraction, hoping that maybe you’ll hear from Joe once the movie is over. You made yourself a cup of hot chocolate and curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs. You turned on National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, a movie you’ve already watched about a dozen times since the start of December. It's your favorite and it never gets old. As the movie started, you let out a sigh as a you tucked your legs up onto the couch.

This was going to be one long night.

~time skip~

The ending credits of the movie began playing. You let out a sigh as you stood from the couch, tapping your phone screen to see that it was almost midnight and you still haven't heard from Joe since your phone call. You yawned as you picked up your coffee cup and walked into the kitchen. You rinsed the chocolate residue out of the bottom of the cup before placing it into the dishwasher. You started the dishwasher and as soon as the cycle started, you heard a noise coming from the front door. You cautiously walked out of the kitchen and into the open area between the kitchen and living room. The door swung open as you held your breath in anticipation.

Joe walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him and dropping his bags to the floor. He turned around, the light from the Christmas tree illuminating his face. A dark blonde curl had fallen against his forehead and he had bags under his tired blue eyes, clearly exhausted from the game and his flight home.

"Hey Y/n." He greeted, a small smile on his face as he saw you.

You ran up to Joe, instantly wrapping your arms around his body. He seemed taken aback at first, but he eventually hugged back, pulling you close to his body. Your delicate hands rested on his shoulder blades as his were wrapped firmly around your waist. He laid his cheek on your head as you let your right cheek lay against his firm chest. You stayed in each other’s embrace for a moment before you pulled away from him and looked up at him, smiling softly.

"I'm glad you're home."

"I'm glad I'm home too." He said, voice just above a whisper, "I didn't think we were going to make it in time."

"Well, I'm glad you did."

You and Joe stood in silence, one of his hands still placed gently on your waist. You looked into each others eyes, his blue eyed gaze intense. You gulped as you looked into his eyes. You reached out for his hand, holding it in yours as both of you started to lean in close to each other. It was definitely a heat of the moment type of thing...

Just as you were inches from each other, Joes stomach growled loudly, causing both of you to step back from eachother. You laughed as his eyes widened and his lips formed in a straight line. Something always had to ruin the moment...he thought.

"You must be starving!" you exclaimed, walking into the kitchen and realizing he hadn't eaten anything since probably this morning before his game earlier.

He chuckled and followed you into the kitchen, "That obvious, huh?"

You smiled and opened the fridge, looking to see what you had.

"I can cook this fresh chicken for you? or warm up leftovers?" you said, holding up both options for him.

"Leftovers are fine."

"You sure? I don't mind cooking."

Joe chuckled, "Y/n, it is," he looked at his phone, "eleven fifty at night. You don't need to cook chicken for me."

He leaned against the counter, pacing his hands on the edge of the marble countertop. The veins in his arms and hands extremely prominent in that very moment.

"I'll just make something in the morning."

"At least warm something up."

"Y/n, I'm fine, seriously."

"Your stomach says otherwise."

Joe rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the counter. He pulled the leftover barbecue chicken out from the fridge, putting it into the microwave and warming it up.

"There. Are you happy?"

You nodded, "Very."

He shook his head and chuckled as he grabbed a plate and some silverware. Once the chicken was warmed to his liking, he put it on the plate and began eating. After he took a few bites he looked up at you as you let out a yawn.

"You don't have to stay up with me. Go to sleep."

You shook your head, "S'okay. It's almost midnight, I have to stay up just a little longer."

He smiled and went back to eating his late dinner, thankful for the company even if he wouldn't admit it. Joe finished up his dinner fairly quickly. He was washing his plate off in the sink when you looked at the microwave clock and saw that it was midnight.

It was finally Christmas day.

"Merry Christmas Joe."

"Merry Christmas Y/n."

You each gave each other warm smiles as you bid farewell for the night, heading to bed to get some sleep before waking up in the morning to celebrate your favorite holiday together.

~about 9 hours later~

You woke up from your peaceful sleep to the wonderful smell of coffee.

In your opinion, that’s a great way to wake up. Especially on Christmas morning. You got out of bed and put on a black bengals sweatshirt you got from the boutique. It was a bit oversized, covering most of your flannel sleep shorts, but it was extremely comfortable and kept you warm, so you decided to wear it. You walked out of your bedroom and saw Joe in the kitchen, standing by the coffee maker and pouring each of you a cup of coffee. He turned around at the sound of your feet hitting the hardwood floor, smiling softly as he saw you walk towards him.

"Mornin," he greeted, handing you a cup of coffee. You chuckled as you saw his outfit. He was wearing his Krusty Krab sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. Two of his favorite clothing items.

You thanked him for the coffee and set the cup down on the counter.

"I couldn't remember which creamer you liked." He said as he shut the fridge door.

You grabbed the peppermint mocha coffee creamer and poured a decent amount into your coffee.

"I usually like vanilla, but," you held up the peppermint mocha creamer, "when this is in season, it's my favorite."

Joe nodded, taking a sip of his coffee, "Ah, I'll remember that for next time." He winked as he finished talking.

You let out a laugh as a small smile appeared on my face. If someone would have told you three months ago that Joe Burrow was this much of a sweetheart, you would have called them crazy.

You and Joe both went into the living room and sat on different ends of the couch, the two of you enjoying your coffee as you woke up. You looked outside and saw that there were a few snowflakes starting to fall.

You smiled as you watched the snow fall start to pick up. This would be your first Christmas with snow that you can actually remember.

"Look," you said pointing outside, "it's starting to snow."

Joe chuckled, "Yeah. This your first white Christmas?"

You shook your head, turning to look at him as you spoke, "No. Well, kind of."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Kind of?"

"It's the first one I can remember. The last white Christmas I had was in Colorado and I was two, so I don't even remember it."

Joe nodded, "Well, if you stay in Cincinnati you'll get a White Christmas almost every year."

You smiled , "Good to know."

There's many reasons why you plan on staying in Cincinnati, but you’ll get into those another day. You’ll be sure to add snow on Christmas to the list.

You and Joe finished up your coffee and continued to make small talk before Joe set his coffee cup down and got up from the couch, telling you he'd be right back. You watched with a perplexed look as he walked out of the living room and into his bedroom. He came back out only a few seconds later. In his right hand was a small rectangular box wrapped in red wrapping paper with a gold bow in the middle. He handed the box to you as he walked by before he sat back down on the couch.

You and Joe both agreed to get each other something for Christmas. You told him he didn't have to get you anything but he insisted. You didn't want him to spend any money on you, even though you spent quite a bit on his gift. Speaking of Joe's gift, you went to grab his from your room as soon as he sat back down on the couch. You handed him a box about the same size as the one he gave you, wrapped with the exact same paper and bow.

Joe chuckled as he looked at the present you handed him, "Did we get each other the same thing?"

You shrugged, smirking playfully at him, "I guess we'll have to find out."

He smirked, gesturing to the gift in your hand, "Ladies first."

You smiled and looked down at the gift. You carefully ripped away at the wrapping paper, eyes snapping up at Joe and mouth gaping open as you saw what the box said.

Cartier.

"Joe, I-."

He cut you off, "I know what you're going to say, just, open it."

You opened the box cautiously. You’d never gotten something like this before. You looked up at Joe, letting out a surprised laugh as you saw what the box was containing.

Cartier glasses. Not just any pair though, they’re the exact same pair that Joe owns.

"Joe these are amazing," you grinned, carefully picking up the glasses from the case, "but you seriously didn't have to get these for me. I don't even want to know what you spent on these."

Joe chuckled, "Im glad you like 'em. Don't worry about how much I spent, it doesn't matter. I wanted to get you something nice."

You smiled sincerely, "Thank you so much Joe." you leaned over on the couch and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you gently before both of you pulled away. You felt weird as you pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.

You almost felt like you had butterflies?

You shrugged the feeling off and put the glasses on.

"How do I look?"

Joe was beaming with joy as he saw you put the glasses on.

"You look good, Y/n."

"Now all I need is a sherpa jacket and a J B nine iced out necklace." you said with a wink.

Joe chuckled, "I think I can arrange that."

You laughed and took the glasses off of your face, putting them back into the case. You looked at Joe and clapped your hands together, "Okay, your turn."

He smiled and began to unwrap his gift.

"Now before you look inside, I don't know if you have one, but I got a some help from Ja'Marr..."

Joe pulled the jewelry box out of the wrapping paper and carefully took the top off. He grinned as he looked at the necklace.

"Y/n I love it."

You smiled, "Good. I wasn't sure if you had one or not."

He shook his head, "I don't-well I do now."

You wanted to get Joe something special for Christmas as a thank you for being a good roommate and for staying with you on Christmas day. He didn't have to stay with you, but he did. And you really appreciate that.❤️ So you had Ja'Marr help give you some ideas of what to get Joe and the two of you decided on a necklace that had a large number nine covered in diamonds.

He took the necklace out, veiny hands caressing the diamonds that covered the number nine. He looked up at you and smiled widely as he said, "It's perfect. I love it."

"I'm glad." you smiled, "because it took an arm and a leg to pay for that thing." you chuckled as you continued, "No, it actually wasn't that bad. Ja'Marr helped me pay for it too."

"You didn't have to do this for me Y/n." Joe said, "but I really do love it."

"Yes I did. You deserve it. Thank you for being a good roommate Joe," you smiled, "I wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else for a whole year."

Joe chuckled, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as you said those words.

"Well I'm glad you feel that way. Feelings are mutual."

"Good." you said, chuckling softly.

Joe opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth just as quick as he opened it. He just sighed and looked at you with a soft smile.

"What?" you asked, my voice soft as I spoke.

He shook his head, "Nothing. I just," he bit his lip before he said, "I'm glad I get to spend Christmas with you is all.”

A blush rose to your cheeks as you smiled at Joe. Those butterflies you felt earlier started to come back as you looked into his soft blue eyes. Something about Joe in this moment made him seem so dreamy to you...

Your eyes flickered down to his lips. So many unspoken words shared between you by just one look. But you know you can't act on them.

Joe is just your roommate, and friend of course. But nothing more. No matter what you may be feeling for him, you can't act on them. Besides, he could have any girl in the world. Why would he want you? You’re just his roommate. You thought.

Joe got up from the couch, you, doing the same. You hugged each other, thanking one another for the gifts. Joe pulled away, and smiled down at you.

"The offer still stands y'know, coming with me to my family Christmas."

You smiled up at him, shaking your head as you said, "It's alright. You go be with your family, you need some time to yourself with them."

His smile faltered slightly, “Okay."

"I appreciate the offer though."

He nodded, giving you a sincere smile, "Of course. Now, how about some breakfast?"

You smiled, "Sounds good to me."

The two of you went into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Joe making both of you an omelette with turkey bacon. As he was making breakfast, you made more coffee. The two of you enjoyed your breakfast and coffee together, making small conversation about how to spend the rest of the day as you ate.

After breakfast, you called your parents and wished them a Merry Christmas. It was weird not being in Arizona with your parents for the holidays, but, you’re thankful you were able to spend it with someone as great as Joe. After calling family, you and Joe decided to take showers—separate showers, that is. And then get back into your comfy clothes and watch your favorite Christmas movies all day, taking the occasional break to make the remainder of the Christmas cookies left in the freezer.

Christmas with Joe was truly something special. You don't know if you’ll ever get to experience another one like this one, but you hope you will again someday.

A FEW DAYS LATER…

Joe's Pov:

I walked into the apartment and let out the breath I felt like I was holding the whole ride home from Athens.

I had just gotten back to Cincinnati after my visit back home to Athens, where I celebrated Christmas with my family. It was a very nice couple of days, getting to see my family and celebrate the holidays with them was wonderful. Even if I see my mom and dad almost every Sunday we have a home game, it's still nice to see them, especially at my childhood home.

As I was back home for those couple days, I talked to my parents about my living situation. They knew I had a roommate, but they didn't know I had Y/n as a roommate. I had nothing but good things to tell them about her. I told them a little bit about Y/n and I showed some pictures to my mom, who of course had to go on and on about how beautiful she is. And when I agreed with her...well...that's what got me into the situation I'm currently in right now.

I told my mom about the feelings I have for Y/n. She was beaming with excitement as she heard me talk about Y/n and how much she means to me. She even went on to say she hasn't seen me this happy in quite a while.

And after I ranted to my mom about everything I feel about Y/n, she gave me some advice. Not much though, she kept it straightforward and simple.

She told me to tell Y/n that I have feelings for her.

And that's exactly what I plan to on doing once I get up to the apartment.

I turned my car off and stepped out, taking a deep breath as I walked up the stairs and down the hallway to apartment B30. I set my suitcase to the side and got my keys out of my pocket, unlocking the door. As I walked into the apartment I started to give myself a pep talk, hype myself up a bit before I gave her my "speech".

Come on Joe, you can do it. Just tell her you love her. WAIT NO-. Don't say you love her. Just be honest and tell her you like her, a lot. A lot more than you should and you'd love to see where things go if she's willing to do the same...yeah? Yeah, yeah that's good.

I was about to call out for Y/n when the sound of her soft voice coming from her bedroom stopped me.

"It was great, Macee. Seriously."

She must be on the phone with Macee. I stepped further into the apartment, careful not to make too much noise. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on Y/n’s conversation, but I couldn't help myself. I heard Y/n laugh before she started talking again. It sounded like she had a smile on her face as she spoke.

"His name is Jake. Yeah, we did go there. It was really nice."

Jake? Who's Jake? I furrowed my eyebrows as I continued to listen, curious to find out who Jake is.

"He actually asked me out on another date."

Oh no...

"I said yes."

I closed my eyes and threw my head back in defeat.

"I feel really good about him Macee. I really like him."

I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. It felt like someone was ripping my heart out as I heard those words leave her mouth: I really like him.

There goes my plan of confessing to Y/n.

I frowned and let out a sigh as I picked up my suitcase and went into my bedroom. It may sound dramatic, but I haven't felt defeated like this since we lost the Super Bowl. Y/n just means so much to me and I want to be able to tell her that. But I can't now.

She's happy with someone else.

I cant help but think, maybe if she would have gone to Athens with me the situation would be much different. She would have been with me and not on some date with this Jake guy—who I have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of if their next date goes well.

Maybe if she had gone to Athens with me, we would be coming back home to our apartment together as a couple. But we can't think about the "maybes" and the "what ifs" can we?

This Christmas was one I never want to forget. I loved the company I was surrounded with and I appreciated all of the thoughtful gifts everyone gave me.

But the one thing, the one thing I truly wanted was Y/n. I wanted to be able to tell her how I feel and now that chance, that may have been my only chance, is gone.

All I wanted for Christmas was her...

hey loves!!!

so this was kind of trash, BUT i just needed to finish it and get it updated for all of you :)

but AHHHH the ending, poor joe :( he just can't catch a break. BUT you and Joe hugged for the first time , how sweet! AND we got another almost kiss👀

i know we want to see it happen, but i cant let y’all kiss just yet. but trust me, it's worth the wait ;)

also, i got very carried away with this chapter, haha! so i apologize for how long it is. i just kept getting so many ideas for it and you know how i am, once i get an idea i just go with it, even if it's super random lol

i hope everyone enjoyed this chapter!! we’re getting super close to the part you have all been waiting for… ;)

i'll be posting more soon. thank you so much for all of your continued love and support on this book. your comments keep me motivated to write, so thank you🤍

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@jackharloww @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover @spooky-stoner @xoxokiaraaxoxo

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #nfl imagines #imagines #welcome to the jungle

[mci-writing]

I’m so ready to go home, why am I still a state away 4 days after I was supposed to leave RAHHHHH-

Bandages (Ishigami Senku x Reader)

Warnings: Spoilers for New America Arc (specifically chapters 158-161 give or take), angst with a happy ending, angst and fluff, mention of Senku being shot but no explicit detailing of it that I can remember 😭 sorry if there is, gender neutral pronouns but there may be plausible she/her that I missed (very very sorry if there is)

Giggles flow out of an open window, a desk lamp the only source of light in the room as low music plays from a speaker. The owner lays out across a bed, feet happily kicking in the air while the fluff of their socks frisk each other in passing. The international calls on the phone will more than likely wrack the bill up, but it's hard to care when their closest friend is chatting away on the phone. It's getting late for them, inching into the next day, while their friend's day is slowly approaching the evening.

“So you tried lion, just like that?” (Y/n) holds their phone close to their ear as they roll onto their back, head hanging off the side of their bed while the plush of their blankets presses into the back of their neck, "I thought you were joking about it earlier... What did it taste like? Was it good?"

The other person on the line chuckles at that, grinning as he sits in a desk chair and scoots it to the desk in his current room with his arms crossed. He flicks on a light, grabbing a pen as he pulls a notebook towards him, "I'm ten billion percent sure you're more interested in the food I've been eating here than my research, Dragonfruit."

"Of course not, Leekboy. Tell me all about your disease research onnn... Ebola!"

This is their second phone call together for the day, the first during (Y/n)'s lunch break at school while Senku was getting up for the morning. They'd talk for an hour, the whole lunch break, until the two had to disperse for their respective duties, and then would reserve ay other catching up for night calls. It was technically both of their way of tricking the other into going to bed, but they'd spend weekends up for hours on end talking to each other about whatever came to mind until they'd pass out.

Senku was currently talking about the advancement on their research, in as much detail as possible, as per usual. (Y/n) might not understand much of it, but they still let him excitedly tell them about the topic. It's enough for them, satiates the longing to see their friend and calms the tugging feeling of them missing him. Deep down, Senku also knows they don’t understand a word of what he’s saying, but he still entertains them.

“Buuut,” He finally ends his rant when he can sense (Y/n) getting bored, a grin forming on his lips as he leans more against his shoulder, adjusting the phone a little better. He’s fully stopped writing, twirling his pen between his fingers before slamming it on the desk, “I’m ten billion percent sure I’ll be back in Japan soon. I finally got what I actually came down here for and our recent test trials are looking promising.”

He leans back into his chair, an entertained twinkle in his eye as he hears the realization dawns on them. He holds back a snort at the noise they make, “Really?”

“I’d give it a solid week or two,”

Senku jumps at the loud bang on the other line, a soft ‘Ow’ following a little after. (Y/n) lifts their face off of the book they’d just smashed it into, sheepishly laughing as they scrub the squashed feeling off, “Try coming back in one piece, please? I’ve really missed you… you being in the science lab every day after class. It’s soooo boring not being able to mess with you.”

The line’s quiet a moment before Senku lets out a few chuckles, “I guess a lab’s not the same if you don’t have a few goofballs running around you,” He responds after a beat, “Get excited, ‘cause when I get back I’ve got a few project ideas.”

“Ohh, joy. I’ll be sure to warn Taiju and Yuzuriha,” (Y/n) pulls up their group chat and happily sends a message, taking a minute to check the time. The sight makes them shiver, a groan releasing from the deepest parts of their body, “It’s suuuper late…” They peek at the time once more, doing a quick calculation in their head before their eyebrows furrow, “And it’s definitely getting late for you, sir.”

“I’m not even tired-,” His phone rings, a FaceTime request with (Y/n)’s glaring face staring right back at him. He feels his face warm at the small pout on their lips, eyebrows knitted together with narrowed (e/c) eyes.

He watches their mouth move as they say, “Turn on your camera,” and he’s intelligent enough to do as they say. He’s rewarded with a smile, “It’s nice to see your face again, Leekboy.”

“You could’ve seen it more often if you just asked, Dragonfruit,” He easily quips back, setting his stuff aside neatly before getting up to lay his head down. His grin grows at how flustered they get, “It’s nice to see you too, (Y/n).”

“You should’ve started with that!”

~~~

“Senku!” The sound of gunshots still ring through (Y/n)’s ears days after the fact. Every time they look at him they remember each and every detail of the attack: the blood, the look of shock on everyone’s faces, the helplessness they felt watching Senku be targeted and almost taken out by a sniper.

He may be resting now, but (Y/n) knows that first chance he has he’ll jump right back up to lead, even if he’s still in the process of healing. They’ve heard him whispering his plans for once he’s back on his feet and it makes their heartbeat pound in their ears. There’s not much they can do to stop him.

“Hey, Leekboy,” They call when they finally get him alone, sitting on the edge of his medical bed. They’re unable to look at him, (e/c) eyes staring straight ahead to the walls of the lower deck, “Promise me you’ll take it easy?”

“Heh,” He chuckles, a little more breathless than before but better than the last few days since the incident, managing to tilt his head to look to them, “It’ll take more than that, Dragonfruit. 10 billion percent sure-,”

“Don’t brush it off! Stanley still hit you with his bullets,” Their eyes finally meet his, tearing up a little. He’s a little taken aback by their small outburst, analyzing their face and body language, “I… wouldn’t be able to handle you being gone, whether you’re worried about it or not. I could barely handle when you were off in Africa for a few months, but if you died?”

They feel their tears fall onto the skin of their hands. The cool feeling shocks them as they start to realize how worked up they are. They feel Senku squeeze their hand, pulling it a little closer to him after he manages to sit up.

“Well, get excited, cause I’m not planning on dying anytime soon,” He reassures. He doesn’t stop them from laying their forehead on his shoulder, his cheek pressed against the back of it, “If I did, you’d miss seeing my face-”

“Senku,” They state, straightening up and looking into his eyes. Their grip on his hand tightens, shifting their hold to press their hands to their chest. He can feel their heart hammering, the air around them stilling as their (e/c) eyes look through him, “I’m worried about you. You’ve almost died so many times, but this time…” They hesitate, their breath hitching as the tears start to roll down their cheeks. Their shoulders shudder as they attempt to hold back everything they’ve been bundling up, “This time…”

They’re unable to stop the tears, their free hand doing it’s best to run at their eyes and clear their sight. They begin full on sobbing, letting his hand go as they hold themself. (Y/n) leans into him, like they have numerous times before, and cried into his chest, drenching his bandages. Senku doesn’t hesitate to hold them their, focusing on the wall ahead of them as he takes in their words.

This isn’t his first time seeing them cry, but he’s never seen them openly cry over something concerning him. It’s makes him feel even worse, that he could cause them such distress due to his reckless actions and that they’ve been holding it in.

“(Y/n),” He finally speaks as their sons die down, his hold tightening as he pulls them more into his chest, “I promise, I’m going to survive this and I’ll try not to make you worry so much again.”

They shift in his hold, getting a better look at him as he stares down at them, (e/c) eyes meeting his crimson ones that are a mix of serious and teasing. His mouth slowly curls up into his usual confident grin, his hand coming up and wiping their tears away.

They mirror it with a smile of their own, laughing a little, “Yeah, Leekboy? I’ll miss seeing you geek out in your lab with Chrome if you’re gone.”

“Of course, Dragonfruit,” He teases back, “Heh, I’d miss seeing your face.”

He doesn’t miss the way their face flushes or the small shift in their body language as they avert their eyes, “I’d miss seeing your face too…” A small glint reaches their eyes, “Senkie~”

He grimaces at that, flicking their forehead and narrowing his eyes, “I prefer Leekboy-,”

“What happened to preferring Sen~ku?”

He grips their cheeks between his fingers, continuously squeezing them til their lips pucker, “I’m gonna kiss you to make you shut up.”

“I’m not gonna stop you.”

He doesn’t hesitate, cupping their face before pulling them closer. Their noses brush against each other, his breath fanning over their lips, before softly connecting. It’s quick, a little nervous, and leaves them both smiling. They both go straight back to each other, deepening the second kiss before inevitably pulling away for air.

(Y/n)’s a little dazed after, their hands at some point gripping his shoulders. They use them to keep them steady and grounded.

“Holy shit…” They mumble, Senku chuckling at their reaction. They take him in, remembering his bandaged state.

Wait, how long has he changed his bandages out?

His drenched bandages…

“Shit, your bandages!” They hop off the bed, pressing a quick peck to the top of his head, and rush out of the room in search of Luna or a new set of bandages stored away.

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[thunderousavery]

Ocean-Blue Eyes Pt. 1 (Ghost x M!Reader)

A/N: Was bored thinking about dicks and masked men, so I thought of making a little story about one of my cutie patooties. This will have an eventual smut, I swear it's evident in the writing. I'm so bad at this though, so bear with it a little.

Summary: You're the Ghost and Soap duo's favorite bartender. You're harboring a secret crush for Ghost, and well, Soap annoys you about it. Main Pairing: Ghost x M!Reader Warnings: Cursing. More cursing. Vulgarity. And Soap being an annoying mohawk rat for the reader's taste.

Midnight of April. Saturday. A gentle warm breeze of the summer wafts in the air.

I work as a bartender at a little club in town somewhere in South America. I don’t know, but I like my job. It’s what kept me in a stable life nowadays, and I haven’t run into any financial problems with it. I please customers, and they give me tips; very opportunistic work if I could say so myself.

“The usual?” I asked my long-time customer and friend as he greets me with that charming smile of his before sitting down at the bar counter. I know his drink was more of a hard Scotch mix that I never make for others, so it’s pretty much very easy to remember.

He nods, setting his cap down, and ran a hand through his mohawk hair. “Aye. Ya know me so well, lad.”

I chuckled softly while preparing his drink, grabbing a few bottles of beverages from the liquor cabinet as I spoke, “It’s because you’re the only one who drinks shit like this, man.”

“Hey! It’s a specialty from Scotland. It ain’t shit,” he retorted, shooting me a playful glare.

“It’s shit. I tried it once, and it tasted like dog piss and water from the the fucking Amazon”

“Hey, now that’s just rude!” He pouts.

It’s always like this whenever Soap comes to the bar after a long day from military work; banters and laughter with him and a couple of shots of his shitty drink. We’ve been friends since he came here two months ago, and I have to admit that he’s grown on me for some time. He tells good stories, encourages other customers to buy drinks (especially his weird concoction that he keeps forcing me to make), and he also looks after me when I feel down.

He’s one good friend, I’d give him that. But I never get any other ideas than that.

Soap’s cute, but not cute enough for me to spread my legs for. That’s a gay shit that I won’t cross the line. Personality and appearance are both a big fucking check for an annoying Scotsman like him, but I don’t like him more than as a friend.

... Well, except for his ‘other’ friend.

“So, where’s Mr. Blue Eyes?” I asked with a soft smirk as I try to hide the eagerness in my voice while wiping the countertop.

“Ghost? He’ll be here soon,” he replies before taking a swig from his drink. He raised an eyebrow and broke into a mischievous grin. “Why ya lookin’ for him? Gonna fuck him with yer eyes again?”

I felt my cheeks erupt in red at his vulgarity before looking away and groaning in annoyance. “I-I’m not...” I trailed off, can’t seem to think of a good retort to that. Damn him.

“Oh, admit it, lad. Yer stares are enough to undress him well, and he hates getting cold. He gets all grumpy when that happens.” Soap chuckled.

“I-I wasn’t staring!” I tried defending myself, but I know it was no use.

“And ya know what they say? Denial is a river in Egypt, baby.” He grinned as he made the innuendo gesture on his hands, his finger pushing in and out on a little hole he made with his other hand. “He likes angry fuck, by the way.”

This is why he’s better off as my friend. We don’t take each other seriously, and he’s a fucking bully to me when it comes to my crush on his friend, Ghost.

Yeah, I like his friend. And yeah, Ghost is the type of guy that I’d spread my legs for if he allows me to. With just a single look from his piercing blue eyes, I’d call him ‘Daddy’ and beg for him in obedience. Gosh, I don’t even remember the last time I got laid.

But I’m not admitting that out loud. I learned my mistake by telling Soap, and he won’t stop being a bitch to me about it.

“Fuck you. I’m putting rat poison in your drink next time and I’d play that Ratatouille theme when you die.” I shoot Soap a glare while threatening to throw the dirty towel on his face as he held his hands up.

“Hey, quit it, (Y/N). No one’s poisoning anyone’s drink tonight.” A familiar gruff voice with a strong British accent vibrated in the air.

...

...

... Holy fucking twat, it’s Ghost! And he’s walking up here wearing something that I've never seen him wear before!

His typical skull-faced balaclava was on, but he was wearing a dark green sleeveless shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. With the way he moved and dressed like a fucking macho man, I could see every muscle on his tattooed arms flex. He has some light scarlet burn scars on the skin of his right shoulder, but it didn’t lower the fondness I felt for him at all.

He looks so scrumptious right now, and the way his ocean-blue eyes looked at me sternly makes me want to take a dive and drown in them.

“... You’re doing it again.” Soap decided to pop my thought bubbles and laughed.

“What’s he doing again?” Ghost asked him, clearly in confusion as he sits down and looked at me once more with curiosity.

“I-I’m not doing anything, Soap. Damn it...” I cursed under my breath as I busied myself again to wipe the countertop that I and Soap knows was already clean. I couldn’t look at Ghost; I’d fucking die and let the ground swallow me whole.

Soap continued to laugh it off before sipping on his drink one last time before he handed his mug to me, gesturing for one more. I could only glare at him silently before sighing and taking his mug to prepare his shitty drink again.

This night’s going to be a disaster...

Ghost eyed me for a bit before he pulled out his wallet and put some cash on the counter. “Scotch on ice, mate.”

“That same plain shit again? I swear, ya have sum boring taste buds, LT.” Soap chuckles as he took a sip.

“Shut it, Johnny. I’m just making it easy for the lad, unlike you who always wants some fucking weird shits in your drink.” Ghost snorted, and gosh how I’m proud to hear him put his friend in his place. He’s so aggressively British, I’d let him talk me down and destroy me—

“Eh, but why’d ya put for more than one glass? Tipping him the extra?”

... Huh?

I looked at the counter, and I had to blink a few times before I could register the fact in my head that there are a couple of dollars sitting right there. Even at this distance, I can already count that it can afford more than one shot of Scotch on ice. Not only another one but probably a couple more.

“I-I...” I gulped softly as I looked into Ghost’s piercing blue eyes that could stare right at my soul. “You... You’re tipping too much—”

“It ain’t. Have a drink of your own and join us.” If he ain’t smirking behind that intimidating mask of his, I’m having doubts now because of how his chuckle gruffly vibrated from his chest. “Or, it can be a tip if you wanna be boring, mate. You don’t seem to look too busy, though.”

It’s more than enough for one drink!

... However, there’s a bar policy; never drink with the customers. No matter how convincing they are or they offered to pay, never ever drink with them. Never entertain them too much because work always comes first. Failing to uphold this, you’ll find your last cut of salary and letter of expulsion in the boss’s office the next morning.

...

... I’m just kidding. There’s no bullshit like that here. This is the best workplace that I’ve ever been in.

“Yeah, and there ain’t even a single customer here other than us, lad.” Soap agreed, nodding with a soft hum.

“That’s because it’s only an hour before closing time.” I shook my head and chuckled. “But sure, I can join you guys.” I grabbed a glass for myself along with a couple of beverages and some lime. I made my favorite cocktail mix; Moscow Mule.

Who would’ve thought I’d get to have an excuse to drink with my British military soldier crush? Aren’t I so lucky?

“That’s the spirit.” Ghost lifts his mask a little, just enough to reveal his stubbled square chin and plump lips as he takes a sip from his Scotch. And, oh my god, I swear there was a damn smirk on his lips just before they touched the fucking edge of the glass.

Does he even eat ass with that mouth of his? I wonder.

“If stares could kill, someone could become a bloody murderer now.”

The impeccability of this fucking mohawk rat to just outright say such words is so darn bad, I just want to shove a whole empty bottle of Scotch up to his fucking ass. I glared at him silently while I finished making my drink, thinking carefully if I should throw a lime at his face and hope it would catch on his fucking eye.

“... So,” I spoke, trying to make a small conversation rather than having another banter with Soap. “When are you guys going on your next mission?”

“Classified detail.” Soap snickered when I gave him another deathly glare. But then he eventually answered, “In two days, I guess.”

“I see...” So, I only got two days left to get laid by some British hunk? “And you’ll come back in?”

“Depends on it, lad.” Ghost answered this time, and he didn’t bother to slide his mask back on to cover the lower half of his face. Thank goodness for that. “If we’re lucky and Soap doesn’t fuck up a single time, then we’re back in two days after as well.”

“Hey, I don’t fuck up on missions!” Soap pouts like a fucking rat, I swear it’s damn annoying.

But I like these two’s dynamics. A lieutenant and a sergeant. They look so close like two brothers with different blood and origin, and I remember Soap telling me some stories about how he hates Ghost but likes him at the same time. They respect each other at work, but Soap says he will always find time to annoy his lieutenant at some point. Typical brothers, I guess.

“—And they said Gaz would be... (Y/N)?” Ghost’s voice snapped me back to reality when his words trailed off and mentioned my name. He looked at me with a soft frown on his lips along with a concerned look in his eyes. “You okay, mate? You’re staring off.”

“O-Oh... Uh, y-yeah... I’m fine.” I smiled sheepishly before taking a sip from my drink. I didn’t bother to look at Soap because I know he had a damn smirk on his face right now.

“... If you say so.” He sighed before setting his glass down and put his shoulders on the counter, leaning forward a bit. “Enough about our work. I wanna know something more about you.”

If I still had my drink in my throat, I would’ve spat it out, probably aiming at Soap’s face. “W-What? U-Uh... What do you want to know about me?” I gave Soap a quick glare to make sure he doesn’t speak any dirty side comments.

“Hmm...” He rubbed his chin for a moment before he spoke. “... Are you hitting on Johnny here?”

...

“... Wait, what?” My eyes widened as the size of saucer plates. Did I... hear that correctly? I’m pretty sure he asked if I was hitting on—

“Hold up, why’d ya even think the lad’s hitting on me?” Soap laughed obnoxiously, almost tipping over from his seat as he found it also surprising that Ghost would jump to that conclusion. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the case, LT.”

“Then, why does he keep looking at you like you’re some piece of meat?” Ghost grinned.

I swear this is not the right time to show your pearly white teeth, Ghost! Oh my god, what has the world fallen into? I know Soap and I know that I’m already being obvious with my little gestures and looks to Ghost for quite a while now, but why the hell would he think I’m hitting on Soap all this time?!

Hasn’t he seen my heart eyes whenever I look at him? Hasn’t he seen the way I’d smile charmingly for him just to notice me? Like, what the actual fuck?! He was thinking I’m hitting on this fucking mohawk rat?!

I blushed softly nonetheless mostly because I’m finally running out of patience and sanity. “I-I... No, I’d never—”

“He’s hitting on you, LT.”

That was the last straw.

“Alright, where’s the fucking knife?!”

A/N: Will post part 2 as soon I finish it. Love lots :))

#ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap being an annoying mohawk rat #no beta we die like men #unbeta'd because I'm lazy #cod fanfic #ghost x y/n #ghost

[odue-sp]

Saw a TikTok. So here you go.

Aizawa x Male reader

M/n is quirkless. A foreign hero and is quite good friends with Aizawa. A very skilled hero even without a quirk... But... M/n likes to annoy the Japan branch by being the most American he can be. In reality, with Aizawa (including Hizashi) he acts like his normal self.

All Might feels nothing but embarrassment.

"Woof! Woof! USA! USA!" The hero shouted jumping on the table in the cafeteria after hearing that the state won a game. Students looked confused before All Might covered his face in embarrassment. "Suck it mother fuckers!" All Might grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him out.

"Is that a cow!? Aye, let's go ride it!" The h/c male shouted hopping over the fence, the other heroes stared in shock trying to get him away from the cows. "My uncle's a butcher! I can cut this pretty girl up in no time! Meat! Meat! Meat!"

"That's a villain?" H/n asked staring at the strange dressed thing? "Looks like..." He snorted covering his mouth. "That's his name? Pfft!" He laughed as he turned his head away. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help but remember a villain I fought that dressed like a cow... You look like her... Hahaha!"

"What are you doing!?" The s/c hero shouted at the students who looked confused as he walked over. "Do you not know how to load a gun?" He points at Snipe. "Have you no pride cowboy?!" Snipe looked shocked and shook his hands. "I'm not American!"

These were a few moments that H/n showed his pride as an American.

"What the hell?!" A hero shouted holding H/n by the scruff of his neck. "What do you mean you have no quirk?!" It was during the big fight with the Japan Mafia. M/n only smiled. "My quirk is being an American. Quite powerful, ain't it?" The hero stared in shock. The hero threw him down, the male coughed up blood. He winced before feeling fabric wrap around him. He let out a gasp. "Aizawa!"

"I know you're playing around, but this is serious." He scolded the hero who looked confused. Aizawa smacked the back of his head pretty harshly. "Cut it out, M/n." His whole demeanor changed. "Hehe, it was fun though. Playing it up made them leave me alone." He said while glancing at the heros who seemed angered.

"but is it really such a bad thing I'm quirkless?" He was confused. "Tsk. I wanna go back to the states. This country is so... Fucked." His crossed his arms. "You can fight them. I'm bored! Aizawa let's go to the car cafe!" Aizawa looked down at the s/c male who stiffened. "Go." He turned to leave before his shoulder was grabbed. "I meant to fight!" The heroes protested.

"Awe, this country is really beautiful. Too bad the people here are pretty fucked." He pulled out a gun. "I can understand why there's so many villains here." He grabbed the suitcase from Aizawa.."I'll be back darling!"

He rushed into the hallway that the heroes couldn't clear. He shot them all, aiming for where their quirks advanced or needed. Throat, eyes, hands, fingers, even hair. He pulled out a knife, slashing and cutting as he jumped on their backs. "Don't kill them!" Aizawa shouted as he saw the hero aim for the killing move. "Self defense!" "This isn't America!"

The hallway was covered in blood, H/n wasn't clean either. Every time the heroes had a hard time clearing a way, H/n stepped up with just a gun and knife. Pure skill that none of them expected out of a quirkless. One could wonder what would've happened if Izuku met this hero first instead of All Might. "Crazy. We need to lock him up." A hero whispered. "There's no need," Aizawa called out glaring at them. "Because he's quirkless yet skilled you want him locked up? Idiots." The s/c smiled waving at the group. "Clear!"

Then it happened. H/n's eyes widened seeing the red bullets aiming for the heroes. Shots rang out but they never hit the said heroes.

They managed to win.

"M/n?"

Aizawa glanced to see the hero looking at the girl they saved. "I'm glad." Aizawa looked confused before he fell to the floor. "You didn't have that jacket on before..." His hands removed the jacket. Quirk erasing bullets riddled his body. "Hey, what did you do?" A hero spoke confused at the many bullets. "I'm... Quirkless. I'm nothing special," his eyes watered as he looked at Aizawa. "It hurts less looking at you pretty boy." He choked on blood as he reached over and held his face. "You all may be shitty... But you're heroes... If I die, it won't matter when they find out I'm quirkless..."

"I'll just be called fake, crazy, stupid..." His tears continued to flow. "But hey, it was a fun ride. I made an impression by being the most american... Do you know how much I hate myself for saying that shit?"

He coughed up blood as his eyes slowly faded dull.

"damn... I really wanted to bother you all more..."

"I wanted to..." His voice went silent as he closed his eyes. "Kiss you."

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #male y/n #pseudo's ff #seudo's ff #mha x male reader #mha aizawa #bnha x male reader #bnha #mha #bnha aizawa

[whitephoenix81]

I am excited for the new Percy Jackson show. But there is one thing that I really wish that they would do, that I haven't really seen I other movies and shows.

I don't want the character's accents to all be the average middle American accent.

Percy is from New York, so he should have a New Yorker accent.

Annabeth is from Virginia, so a soft southern accent.

Will and Leo are from Texas, a deep southern accent.

Nico is from Italy, give him an Italian accent, and English isn't his first language, so he stumbles and struggles some times with his English.

Frank is Canadian, ay.

Hazel has a beautiful Louisiana accent.

Jason and Piper were born/grew up in California, they've got a California accent.

Now the gods, and Chiron, because they've spent so long in America, they would all have American accents. However, they've got to have even a hint of a Greek accent.

Please, I am begging Uncle Rick here. Please give me just this one small thing.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #will solace #nico di angelo #leo valdez #heroes of olympus

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Mind the Gap, Chapter 1

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader, Matt Murdock & Reader (Platonic)

Rating: E

Word count (per chapter): ~500 (Just to set the story up, future chapters will be longer!)

Story Summary: When Michael gets sent across the pond to fix an issue with the Kinsella clan's drug trade expansion into New York City, he never expected to meet and fall for a pretty law clerk from the office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page. But when she gets abducted by a rival cartel, Michael will have to enlist the help of the very vigilante that's trying to take down his entire operation.

Warnings/Tags: Kin/Daredevil crossover, Canon-typical violence (for both shows), Platonic Matt Murdock/Reader, Smut in later chapters, More tags to come

A/N: After announcing this MONTHS ago, it's finally here -- the Daredevil/Kin crossover no one asked for, but I decided to write anyway. Lol

Note that this is a Michael Kinsella x Reader fic -- there is no love triangle between Mikey, Reader, and Matt.

If you want to be added to the taglist for this or any of my other ongoing stories, or if I was supposed to tag you/tagged you in error, please let me know!

Tag list: @danzer8705 @cheshirecat484 @thornbushrose @shouldbestudying41 @finnishjerseygirl @ednaaa-04 @ebathory997 @beezusvreeland @capylore

Fuckin' hell, let's get this over with, Michael Kinsella thought to himself as he trudged up the driveway to his sister-in-law’s house.

He had just gotten word that the Garda had wrapped up their investigation into his father's and uncle’s deaths and had ruled the case a murder-suicide -- therefore clearing him from further questioning -- when Amanda had texted that she was calling a meeting.

Amanda opened the door before he had even reached it. “Hey,” she said.

Michael walked in. “Hi.”

Amanda closed the door behind him. “Hadn't seen ya in a while.”

Aye, and there's a fuckin' reason for tha’, Michael thought.

As Amanda had started taking over more and more territory and doing whatever she had to in order to stay on top, Michael had realized that it hadn't ever been him that she had wanted, it had been the Kinsella name and the power and prestige that had come with it. 

While he hadn't ever regretted having Jamie, he had regretted sleeping with Amanda when she had come on to him while Jimmy had been in prison all those years ago and again more recently when her marriage had been falling apart and Michael had been dealing with finding out about Molly being engaged.

He shrugged. “Been busy.”

“Wan’ a drink?”

Michael shook his head. What he wanted was to go back home.

Amanda pursed her lips, but before she could say anything else, Birdy arrived.

“So what's ya call a meetin’ for?” Michael asked once they had all sat down at Amanda's kitchen table.

Amanda folded her hands together in front of her and leaned forward. “I called ya over because we're takin’ over some operations in America and I need ya ta go oversee tha transfer. There's been some issues.”

Michael was taken aback. “Me? Why me?”

“Because we're all busy -- I’m tryin’ ta clean up tha mess Bren left while also dealin’ wit' Jimmy's shite, Viking is workin' on getting tha houses reopened, and Birdy's still dealin’ with Frank's estate. Yer’ that only one left who we can trust ta take care a’ things.”

“Plus I think it'll be good for ya to get away for a while ‘till things settle down again,” Birdy added. 

Michael shook his head. “Are ya forgettin’ tha’ I'm a convicted felon? They won' even let me on a plane, much less inta another country.”

“Tha's already taken care of.” Birdy picked up a manilla envelope off of the table and handed it to him. “Everything is in here.”

Michael opened it to find an ID and passport.

He looked at the ID. “Michael O’Brien?”

Amanda shrugged. “Best we could do on short notice. ‘Least ya get ta go by yer first name.”

Birdy cut her eyes over to Amanda briefly before turning back towards Michael. “Flight’s already booked. Ya leave on Thursday.”

Michael sighed, resigned. “Where exactly am I goin?”

A satisfied look spread across Amanda's face as she leaned back. “New York City.”

#lotmf writes #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella fanfic #michael kinsella fanfiction #kin rte #kin amc #kin bbc #Mind the Gap Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

So... We're thirsting over Chris' best moments, ay..?

Well, his interviews with Chris Hemsworth, during the Age of Ultron press tour is always a treat....

There's the Omaze Captain America prank... I so wished I could sign up and join 🥹 (couldn't because I live on the other side of the world)

Puppy Interview... Of course. That puppy knew where to sniff🤭

Wired Interview with McKenna Grace 😍 (need I say more?)

Jesus, I can go on... He's likable, and charming!

Oh, to have that guy back... 🥹

These are all great contenders!!!

And then you got to the velvet pants and I forgot everything prior. The power of the pants!!

We’re ready for that cheeky little Chris to come back!

#chris evans

[potentialguybodyswaps]

I think tumblr deleted one of my stories, so I’ll post it again lmfao

Swap Class part 1:

America is going straight to hell, every aspect of society has gone to pleasing the Pansy ass democrats

Like they added this new sub course to Sociology, called swap class, where the goal was to allow you to experience life though other people’s eyes, so you could have empathy for those not as privileged…

Kinda vague if you ask me, but as the captain of the basket ball team, I’m just tryin to take easy classes, which I’m told sociology was, until they decided to add it to the course shortly after picking up the class

I walked into class that day and we had a different professor than usual, some chick.

I took my seat next to some fag, he was Hispanic and kinda built like a twink. I actually remembered him tho cause he was one of the kids I bullied here

She was going over the rules of class, but to me it was just another monologue that I didn’t care for. eventually she finally did some shit that caught my attention.

the professor wheeled out some machine and told us “this right here, is where the magic happens, the heart of swap class”

One student yelled out “what is it” to which the professor said “it’s the body swap machine that you all will be doing your projects on”

For this first time in this class I was absolutely baffled “Bodyswap? Project? What’s the project about” i yelled

“ yes so the project is each and every one of you will get the GREAT Opportunity to swap bodies with a classmate for a month, and you’ll have to right a 10 page essay about their lives and how it differs from your own, any questions?” She said looking over the class

Another student then called out “yes, do we get to pick who we swap with?”

The professor smiled and said “No, if you look down at your seat, you’ll see there all labeled, so whoever is in seat one will swap with 2, whoever is in seat 3 will swap into seat 4… any other questions”

“Yes what if we don’t wanna stay swapped for the whole month?” I asked

“Well I suppose you’d get an F, if you don’t care about your GPA, and flunking the first semester, that’s fine I suppose, ok enough questions, everyone look at your seat and figure out who your partner will be. Once done start lining up”

Man, I couldn’t fail this class, if I fail any of my classes my position on the team is in jeopardy… I looked down at my seat, and saw the number 44

“Oh no” I thought to myself as I herd calls chuckle as I looked down and saw the number 44

I looked at his desk and saw the number 45.

“Fuck bro, I guess we’re swapping bodies for the next month” i said looking him up and down. “Try not to do any dorky shit in my body ok? I don’t want people starting to think I’m a loser”

“Aye aye captain” Carlos said with a weird ass smile

“Like that shit bro, don’t ever say that shit again” i said scowling as i got up to get in line

Carlos followed me and got in line, after all the swaps were done there were only a couple minutes left of class since each pair of people took about a minute to swap

“Now before you all go about your new lives for the month, don’t forget to follow the rules, if any of you do something to mess with the other’s life while your inhabiting it, they have the option of not swapping back and keeping your life if they want” the professor said as the bell ring

On my way to Carlos’s next class I couldn’t help but feel how weird my junk felt

I tried rearranging it, but it wouldn’t go down ether of my pants leg. “he must be too small to fit it down a pants leg” I said to myself laughing as I used an arm to feel the rest of my chest

“Dam Carlos sure is boney, I can feel he has has abs but it’s not like he works out type of abs, more like he doesn’t eat food type of abs”

I knew Carlos was a 2nd generation Mexican, but his English was pretty good. That didn’t stop me from making fun of him tho for being from a poor immigrant family

I think the worst part of this all is how the bully has become the bullied, I knew the other assholes in school were probably gonna make a target of me, so I decided to minimize that as much as possible

I went to the typical hang out spot for the the basketball team and saw there were only 2 guys

Zeke, and Caleb, they weren’t my favorite people on the team but I knew they would protect me

I walked up to them and they seemed pretty hostile “aye fucktard, get out of here, we’re waiting on other members of the team to show up so we can hang out”

I tried to explain to them what happened in swap class but they didn’t seem to believe me

“Oh ya? If your really Ryan, pull your pants down and show us this kids dick, we all know it’s gotta be small compared to your actual dick ” one of them said

For some reason being told what to do was kinda a turn on and I immediately got hard…

I laughed and told them “I personally haven’t checked it out for myself but your definitely right haha”

I pulled my pants down to show them, underwear still up, and I guess that was enough for them, since I was already hard they could tell that I was no where near as big as my original body haha

They started laughing at me when I pulled my pants down and took a photo.

“Ya I’m probs like 5 inches haha, i don’t know” I said laughing with them

“Why are you laughing Carlos?” One of them said seriously

“W-what’s the issue” I started to say before getting cut off

“Get on your knees dude” they said again while unbuckling their jeans. i don’t know what it is, but for some reason in Carlos’s body, I found it hot and wanted to obey when I was given commands

I got on my knees and they both pulled out their cocks in my face

“Suck” Caleb said to me

I opened my mouth and took Caleb’s dick in first, trying not to gag, he wasn’t the biggest on the team by far, that was me, at 9 inches, but Caleb was pretty big too, at 7 inches, he was bigger than zeke

Zeke had his phone out the whole time I was sucking Caleb’s dick, I decided it sucked to be the bitch of the group and put all my effort into sucking Caleb and Zeke off, I started focusing on mainly the head and got Caleb to cum in under 10 minutes, dispute him using his hands to push me further down onto his cock, so I wasn’t able to focus as much as I wanted on the tip…

After I got Caleb to cum, he pulled out and Zeke stuck it in my mouth as he handed Caleb the phone

“Ya you like sucking the teams dick don’t you!?” He said to me while I sucked him off

“Answer me when I’m talking to you” Zeke said pulling his dick out

This whole situation sucked so I was just trying to get it over with as fast as possible

“Yes zeke” I said as I inched closer to put his dick back in my mouth

“That’s fine, there’s plenty of people on the team, we kinda need a cock sucker to keep us all happy, who knows maybe you’ll get a spot on the team” he said laughing

“I don’t think that’s necessary” I mumbled

“Oh yay and why is ThATTTT” Zeke said as he cummed into my mouth

The taste was just as salty as Caleb, but I told him “cause like always, I’m too good for y’all”

“Psh whatever that means fag, now get out of here and don’t talk to us again” they said as Caleb handed Zeke his phone back and put it in his pocket

I headed back to Carlos’s dorm and went to bed early that night, sadden that some of my own best friends didn’t believe me, and forced me to suck their dick just for trying to talk to them…

I woke up the next day and took a look in the mirror, I couldn’t believe that I was actually Carlos, I always seem to be hard, but it’s not hard to hide when I’m this small haha

I won’t lie, his face is kinda cute, if he was more muscular and had a bigger cock, I just might be fine with staying this way. But bro is a absolute twink, though and though, which isn’t what I want to be so, I can’t wait till the end of the month and get my body back

I got dressed for the day and made my way to Carlos’s classes, I proceeded to just go home each night and try to sleep as early as possible

Less time I’m awake, the less times it feels like I’m stuck as this fag

I would text Carlos every now and again asking him how things were going, was he going to practice? To which he typically just responded ya “fine” “good” or “yay”

I do take that back tho, I wouldn’t always go to bed right away, Carlos was in the band, and so I would try to play his instrument and practice, I didn’t really know what I was doing but as I looked at the sheet music while I played, I just somehow knew where to put my fingers to make music.

Eventually when the time came for the next basketball game (which was a week after we swapped)

I got on the bus to travel with the band, but since it was such a small band, Carlos in my body, and the rest of the team was also on the bus.

After the band got on, Carlos was one of the first people from the team on the bus, and made way towards me, picking a seat across from me

Eventually I started falling asleep on the long ass ride to our game, the bus was full of chit chat about the game, but it was just white noise to me

Eventually I was woke up to Carlos smacking one of my arms

I opened my eyes and looked over with complete horror written on my face.

I saw Carlos with his shorts and underwear pulled down, with our team hat placed over his junk

“What are you doing bro, you know the rules of the swap, don’t do that in my body” i said trying to hide a look of desperation on my face.

Carlos smirked and stood up, still covering my junk from the public, and did a loud whistle that got everyone’s attention

“As team captain I just wanted to say, no matter what happens tonight, we all know we’re the better team and they all can just suck my dick if they think other wise” he said smiling as he pulled the cap away exposing his, or should I say my big dick to the team and band”

The crowd started applauding and he sat back down pulling his shorts back up

Whole time i was just staring at him in disbelief, “bro what the fuck, why did you do that? Are you trying to keep my body? I mean all you did is let everyone know how big my cock is, probs the biggest here, that’s not exactly damaging my rep haha, I’ll still take my body back at the end of this… you’ll have to try harder, if that’s what your trying to do” I said regaining a bit of my confidence

Carlos made direct eye contact with me and smirked as he leaned in closer to me

“Ya but you see, after a shirtless pic of me with my pants down, leaked, and you sucking off some of your supposed friends on the team, my reputation is trashed. the professor already knows too” he said as the smile on my formal face grew bigger, as I finally realized where he was going with this

“No” I started but got cut off before I could finish.

“With that said, she says I don’t have to do the essay… and I get to keep your body if I want, which I mean who wouldn’t wanna be the big dicked basketball captain, fucking his girlfriend every other night. Oh which she says has been way better recently… your girl likes me fucking her better, than when you were haha! So ya bro, I think ima keep your body, and your not getting it back, so feel free to keep sucking the teams dick, I can be next if you want” Carlos said grabbing my formal junk though his shorts

I wrapped my arms around my head and just sunk into my seat

“Wtf bro this isn’t fair” I mumbled

“What’s not fair is you being a bully and thinking you can get away with whatever you want” he said jokingly hitting me in his head a bit

“Use your head Mcfly, hello? Anyone home?” he said doing his best impression of biff from back to the future

#body swap #bodyswap #male body swap #mtm #permanent

[almostholysandwich]

Eight's weight.

Alright guys. I might be insane, but we're doing this.

In the JacknJellify subscriber milestone videos, it is stated, and confirmed to be canon that Eight (algebralien) is made of pure lead.

So, with this being, I've decided to calculate their weight based on mostly accurate (I hope) scientific data and mathematical formulas. Why? I have issues. and a burning passion for math at this particular moment in time. Let's begin, shall we?

Now, I bet you've scrolled by now, but I just need to get this down whether people like this or not. It just has to be done. Keep in mind, I live in America, so we still use the imperial system. For all my metric using folks, my sincere apologies if you're actually reading this.

The formula I have put together is this:

In other words, per cubic in of lead (Pb, just the periodic table abbreviation of the element "lead") is equal to 6.57 oz. That's 709 pounds per cubic foot.

I've figured out the weight of this incredibly heavy substance, sure, but what about the subject themself, Eight? How much "Eight" are we dealing with, here?

Well, the accuracy of this delves into headcanons, so some people may or may not agree with me here. I try to keep my designs mostly based on canon, and it has been confirmed by Cary that algebraliens are actually not human sized.

Source for said fact: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zptatZhzas (Cary reacts to 'thanks for 800,000 subs!')

around 6:08 he pauses the video, and mentions the algebraliens are "not human sized" so it would be easier for Seven to get stuck in the tree.

Sources for my headcanons aside, we now know about how much we're looking at here.

I've measured Eight's body in two spheres. The top sphere (sphere x) is their head. The bottom sphere (sphere y) is their body. I didn't count limbs here, assuming they're fleshy, and not lead, and measuring the weight of those would be a whole nother thing. I measured Eight's height to be around 2 1/2ft here, so that's the dimensions I'm sticking with.

Starting with calculating the weight of sphere x:

The diameter of sphere x: 11 1/2 in. the radius (r) is simply half of that, so we end up with 5.75 (rounded to nearest hundredth). order to find the spherical area of this shape, we're gonna need to set up a formula like this.

that's the formula for spherical area. Once we punch in our known values, we get this:

which in turn gives us 415.48in. We now know the area of sphere x.

Now, we do the same thing for sphere y. Setting up our formula same as previously, we get the area of sphere y as 530.93. Fyi, I measured out the diameter of sphere y to be approximately 13in. , so I punched in the radius of that.

To refresh: We now have our values of sphere x and sphere y's area. We can now figure out just how much that weighs!

Using our formula from earlier to convert a certain area of volume into weight by the density of lead, we get our respective equations for both areas:

M Ax= 415.48in x 6.57oz per cubic inch of lead

(Mass of area of sphere x is equal to 6.57oz per cubic inch times our area)

M Ay= 530.93in X 6.57oz per cubic inch of lead

(Mass of area of sphere y is equal to 6.57oz per cubic inch times our area)

And so for both spheres that make up our model estimate of eight's body, we end up with

M Sx= 170.2 lbs

M Sy= 217.5 lbs

SO with our crazy calculations and whirls of numbers and symbols, we've ended up with an estimated weight of 387.71 lbs.

Holy moly! Eight! you weigh quite a lot! No worries, though, and no shame! They are pure lead, after all.

TL;DR...

teenage nerd uses math and science to estimate the weight of algebralien "Eight" from the BFB series, belonging respectively to JackandJellify on Youtube, and the BFDI franchise.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

and thanks for sticking around this long! I had fun with how hard this worked my brain, and even though my estimates might be off, this was fun!

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