#this is such a bad movie but i am a True Freak

[leahwllmsn]

16,904 | leah williamson x reader

so this was something I wrote a few years ago and I decided to change it into a leah fic cause I've been so obsessed :-)

hope you like it!

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Melbourne

October, 2023

You finally tell your friends that you’ve been talking to someone you met online on a Friday night. The response you got is that they all think you're crazy, and you can’t blame them—saying that you have a tiny crush on this blonde who’s almost twice your height and likes football and country music without actually knowing if this said blonde exists is kind of crazy.

But you really do like talking to Leah and you could only hope that Leah is Leah and not some fifty-year-old man. 

“You don’t even know what she looks like,” one of your friends snorts. 

“It’s not always about the looks,” you argue.

“That’s true,” another one of your friends chimed in. “But you gotta admit, the looks matter a lot.”

You were about to correct her and say no, they do not, because yeah, sure, Leah is so freaking gorgeous based on the pictures on her profile, but what matters the most is that she’s so kind, and funny, and just overall amazing.

Instead you kept your mouth shut. A part of you don’t want to share Leah with anyone just yet. 

(And another part of you still needs the confirmation that that is actually Leah because god damn it Leah is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and you wish that it’s really her.)

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6 Oct, 9:02 pm

y/n: I told my friends about you. they think it’s weird that I’m starting something with you when we’ve never met  

y/n: it’s not weird, is it? 

leahw6: starting something huh? ;) 

y/n: shut up 

y/n: we met on tinder. what were you expecting to find? a math tutor? 

leahw6: ...  

leahw6: you’re really funny, love

leahw6: and no, it’s not weird 

y/n: good 

y/n: and for the record, even if they think it’s weird I couldn’t care less 

—

6 Oct, 9:25 pm

leahw6: just to be clear 

leahw6: ‘starting something’ that means you want to date me right 

y/n: how else could I mean that 

leahw6: idk maybe you were the one looking for a math tutor 

— 

London

October, 2023

“Where did you meet her again?”

“Tinder.”

“Tinder,” Lia repeats.

“Yes,” Leah nods. “When we were in Australia for the World Cup… I got bored one night and decided to go on Tinder.”

“And you found her there,” Lia muses, sipping on her cup of coffee. “Wait, so she lives in Australia?”

“Melbourne, yes.”

“And does she know you’re all the way here in London?”

Leah hesitates before answering. “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Oh boy,” Lia gives her a sympathetic look. “Does she know who you are?”

“Me… as in Leah?” Leah gives her teammate a confused look. “Yeah?”

“You as in you’re Leah Williamson.”

“Oh,” realization sunk in Leah’s face. “Then no. I mentioned I like football and she said she hates it. So, I doubt she knows who I am.”

“Oh boy.”

“I know,” Leah drops her head on the table. “I’ll tell her soon but what if it’s a deal breaker?” 

“Which part? The part where you’re a famous footballer or you live thousands of kilometers away?”

Leah grimaces “Distance problem. She already said she hates football and wouldn’t dare step foot in a football game, but it’s fine! That’s not a problem because I can and will convince her to watch one of my games.”

Lia laughs. “Sure, buddy.”

“I really like her,” Leah continues. “She’s funny and witty and passive aggressive sometimes but it’s so endearing. She has great taste in music, great taste in movies and books, and just great taste overall—”

Leah’s words get cut off with Lia’s hand on her mouth. “You’ve known her for a few weeks and this is already how you act?” Lia chuckles, taking her hand away. “You got it bad, Williamson.”

Leah groans. “I know.”

“Just tell her now. If she likes you the same way, I have a feeling that she wouldn’t mind either.”

—

24 Oct, 4:13 pm

leahw6: can we talk ?

y/n: sounds serious 

leahw6: kind of 

y/n: are you getting tired of me already :( 

leahw6: ofc not 

y/n: oh okay :D 

leahw6: idk how to say this 

y/n: do you want me to call you? 

leahw6: oh god no 

leahw6: omg wait 

leahw6: I didn’t mean that in a bad way I swear  

leahw6: it’s just that if you call me I’ll be hearing your voice for the first time and I’ll be even more nervous  

leahw6: and I don’t think I’ll be able to put out a coherent sentence bc I’ve been imagining so much what your voice would sound like with that face and all my guesses are that you have an extremely hot voice, raspy maybe?  

leahw6: but actually no I don’t think you have a raspy voice 

leahw6: a deep one maybe and holy shit a deep voice with an australian accent? I’ll faint on the spot I’m afraid  

leahw6: no you can’t call me 

y/n: okay...? 

leahw6: I’m really sorry please ignore all that 

y/n: I won’t ignore it, it’s adorable  

leahw6: you think I’m weird don’t you 

y/n: absolutely 

leahw6: great 

y/n: it just makes me like you even more

leahw6: I live in london 

y/n: as in the one in england … ? 

leahw6: is there another london I don’t know about 

[incoming call from y/n]

leahw6: why are you calling me ?! 

leahw6: I told you I’m too nervous rn 

y/n: I don’t get it. it says that you were 2km away? 

leahw6: yeah… I was on vacation… kind of...

y/n: kind of?

y/n: so you don’t actually live here? 

leahw6: y/n if I was only 2 km away from you I would make up excuses just so I can see you everyday 

y/n: how many km is it instead 

leahw6: between us?

leahw6: google says it’s 16,904 km

y/n: ??! holy shit 

leahw6: I know 

leahw6: look, I get it if you want to stop this. not everyone is cut out for long distance

y/n: we’re like

y/n: on opposite sides of the world

leahw6: I know

y/n: do you want to stop this? 

leahw6: I don’t 

y/n: then we won’t 

leahw6: are you sure 

y/n: let me call you 

leahw6: NO 

y/n: leah

leahw6: give me a day to prepare 

y/n: you’re so dumb

y/n: but fine 

y/n: do I at least get a facetime

leahw6: FACETIME? 

leahw6: no. you get a phone call. voice only

y/n: r u catfishing 

y/n: I knew it you’re too beautiful to be real 

leahw6: ha ha 

y/n: call me tomorrow okay lee? 

leahw6: okay

leahw6: and y/n

leahw6:  thank you

y/n: what for

leahw6: for giving us a chance

y/n: leah I’d be stupid not to 

—

Melbourne

November, 2023

You're in the middle of a meeting with boring, old men in suits when your phone rings—very loudly at that. You curse yourself for forgetting to put your phone on silent, quickly pressing the red circle on the screen, but not before smiling at the caller ID.

When the meeting finishes an hour later, you immediately pick up your phone and dial Leah’s number.

“Hey you.” 

You smile at the voice on the other end. “Sorry I couldn’t pick up. I was in a meeting.”

“Oh sorry, bad timing. Thought you were finished for the day”

“Bad timing indeed,” you chuckle. “It rang really loudly.”

“Y/n,” you could hear Leah’s soft giggles. “The silent feature exists for a reason.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you take a seat in your office chair and sigh contently. “I’m glad it rang though.”

“How so?” 

“I saw your name and my mood instantly picked up.”

Leah snorts. “You’re such a sweet talker, mate.” 

You throw her head back in laughter. “But it’s true!”

Leah doesn’t say anything after that, all you could hear is the sound of chatter and honking of cars. “Where are you?”

“I just had breakfast, I’m walking to the… office.”

“You called me when you were having breakfast? Am I that much more interesting than whoever you were with?” you ask, your tone teasing.

“Of course you are,” is Leah’s reply and you could feel your stomach flipping upside down.

“Now who’s the sweet talker?”

“Still you.”

“Says the person who couldn’t stop telling me I’m pretty when we facetimed for the first time.”

Leah laughs and you really, really love the sound. “But you are pretty.”

“But I don’t think I need to hear it every five minutes.”

“Just accept the compliments, love.”

“Okay,” you relent, a grin spreading across your face. “Who did you have breakfast with?”

“Just my team– colleagues. My colleagues, Beth, Viv and Lia.”

You go silent for a few seconds, the last name ringing a bell in your head. “Lia as in your ex?”

“The one and only.”

“Oh.”

Leah must’ve sensed the jealousy in your voice (but honestly, you aren't jealous, you’re really not), because the next thing you know Leah is laughing and telling you that it didn’t work out between her and Lia because they were better off as friends.

“You see her everyday though,” you say, your voice less confident than before.

“And what about it?”

“You don’t see me everyday,” you pout, staring at a polaroid picture of Leah smiling at the camera that is stuck to the wall of your cubicle. Leah sent you a handwritten letter along with that picture a few days ago. Your roommate was the one who received it and it went something like this:

“Oh my god, there’s no way this is your Leah.”

“What?” 

“This! Is this really her?” 

“Is that Lee’s mail for me? Did you open it?!” 

“I got curious!” 

“Give me that!” 

“You never mentioned that she looks like this!” 

“I just haven’t shown you what she looks like ‘cause everyone kept on teasing me!” 

“Because she could be a fake for all we know! But holy shit, she’s soo stunning. Does she have a twin sister?”

“No.”

“A twin brother?” 

“No.” 

“Can I have her instead then?” 

“What the—no?!” 

“Fine, be stingy like that.” 

“...I’m really fine with us like this.”

You blink away images of your roommate in your head and focus your attention back to Leah’s voice. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m okay with not being able to see you everyday,” Leah repeats. “Talking to you over the phone is enough.”

You smile. “It’s enough for me too. It’d be great to have you next to me but this is good too.”

People would think otherwise but for you, having Leah a phone call away really is enough; you'd take hearing Leah's laughter through the phone than not hearing it at all.

—

10 Nov, 1:11 pm

y/n: I got a dog

leahw6: ???!! 

leahw6: Y/N CALL ME OMG 

leahw6: I WANT TO SEE 

y/n: you’re more excited to see him than me :// 

leahw6: YES 

y/n: excuse me 

leahw6: WHAT’S HIS NAME 

y/n: robert 

leahw6: ROBERT? 

y/n: yes, robert 

leahw6: he's now my favourite

leahw6: SEND PICS

y/n: :/ 

y/n:

leahw6: you know you're my favourite too  

y/n: :D 

leahw6: but I think I like robert more than you OMG HE'S ADORABLE!!!!

y/n: bye 

—

London

December, 2023

leahw6:  want to hear a funny story

y/n:  what is it

leahw6:  a guy tried to hit on me tonight

y/n:  excuse me???

[incoming call from y/n] 

“That’s not funny,” is the first thing Leah hears once she accepts the call.

“Hello to you too,” Leah stifles a laugh. You sound tense and Leah can just picture the frown on your face.

“Leah.”

“Yes, babe?” Leah learnt that the quickest way to melt away your anger is to use pet names and so for any argument (even if Leah is in the wrong), Leah would always win.

This time it doesn’t seem to work. “How is that funny again?” 

“Darling, I’m just teasing you.”

“Did a guy really hit on you?”

“Yes,” Leah answers honestly. “He bought me a drink.”

“I see.”

Leah doesn’t like how dejected you sound. So she presses the button for facetime and the first thing she sees when you accept is her girlfriend pouting at the screen.

“What are you doing?” Leah giggles.

“Is all of this funny to you?” you pout even more, your phone screen illuminating your face in the dark room.

“Did I wake you up?” Leah asks instead. She knows you like to sleep in on weekends.

“Yes, but that’s fine. You know I want to talk to you any chance I get,” you answer, shifting so that you’re now lying on your side.

“You’re the best,” Leah says as she climbs in bed, tucking herself under the covers.

“Obviously,” you scoff. “Unlike that stupid guy who doesn’t know you’re off-limits.”

Leah grins at the annoyed look you’re giving her. “Baby?”

“Hm?”

“It’s so cute when you’re jealous.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I’m jealous. He gets to be within your presence while I’m stuck here, freaking sixteen thousand kilometres away from you. It’s unfair.”

Leah sends her a soft smile. “But you’re the one I’m talking to every day, so who’s the real winner here?” The frown is still present on your face and Leah wants nothing more than to kiss it away—so that’s what she did.

“Leah, what the hell are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” Leah answers simply, kissing her screen again.

And when Leah hears laughter from the other end, her heart feels much lighter.

“Lee, have you cleaned your phone? That’s gross.”

“Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic.”

“Cute, but maybe clean your phone first.”

Leah rolls her eyes at you, her smile never leaving her face. “At least I made you laugh.”

“You always make me laugh,” you say, your face so close to her camera that the entirety of Leah’s screen is just a close up of your face. Leah’s heart swells in adoration at the sight.

“Did you have a good night's sleep?” Leah asks.

You hum in answer. “Now it’s your turn to get a good night’s sleep.”

You could see how hard Leah is trying to keep her eyes open.

“This sucks, time difference sucks” Leah pouts. “I just want to talk to you.”

“Baby,” you give her a sad smile. “It is how it is. We’ll talk more when you wake up.”

“Yes, captain,” Leah gives you grin, her eyes fully closed.

“Good night, Leah. Sweet dreams.”

You watch Leah go to sleep for a few minutes, the sound of her soft snores making it seem like she’s right next to you. 

That night Leah dreams that you're right next to her, holding her close and keeping her warm on the cold winter night.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #leah williamson imagine #awfc x reader #lionesses x reader #woso x reader

[hbyrde36]

STWG Drabble 9/30/23

Prompt: Drunk talk

It was 2am, and Steve was sitting on the kitchen floor huddled around the phone, gripping the handset like it was a lifeline. It only rang twice before Robin picked up. She'd begged her parents to install an extra phone line in her room after Starcourt, and they gave in quickly once they realized it was either that, or getting woken up regularly by middle of the night panicked phone calls from the boy their daughter swore she wasn’t dating. Her parents didn’t know what had really happened to the two kids, just that whatever it was had left them with a lot of trauma and a little bit of codependency, but they loved their daughter, so they did what they could to make her happy.

“Steve?” Robin yawned his name into the phone, a hint of concern coloring her voice even though she was only half awake.

“Robbi-” Steve choked out through a sob that was punctuated with a hiccup. “I thhhink I fuccked up.”

“Are you drunk?” She asked, sounding a little more awake.

Steve snapped his fingers, pointing as if she was in the room with him. “Guessed it’n one.” He slurred a little, sniffling as he tried to speak. It was a wonder she understood him at all.

“Jesus, how much did you have? Wait, weren’t you and Eddie supposed to be hanging out tonight?”

“Oh Eddie” Steve sighed dramatically. “Eddie, he wasss here, he..oh god.. Robin I fuuucked up so bad - e’s never going to tttalk to me again.”

“What happened?” She asked.

Steve cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. Trying hard to sober himself up.

“We were drinking.” He managed the three words with much less slurring than before, he thought Robin should be impressed.

She wasn’t.

“Clearly”

“Don’ be mean, i’m upset!” Steve groaned.

“Sorry, go on.”

“And I knew I shouldn’t have let myself drink so much but I did and god, Robin, he looked so hot!” Steve rambled on. “He had his hair up and a crop top on and I couldn’t help myself…. I all but sat on his lap when we decided to watch a movie.”

“I’m failing to see the issue here. You were flirting with him, so what? You like him, he likes you.”

“We don’t know that!” Steve hissed.

“We do know that! And I've been telling you to ask him out for weeks!.”

Steve hesitated, a little of his old panic rising in his chest. “I…i wasn’t ready.”

Robin’s tone softend. “That’s okay, you’re allowed to not be ready.”

“I think I am now, but…” He trailed off.

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

“Eddie kissed me.” Steve said simply, as if that explained everything. In fairness to his booze soaked mind, it did.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate, babe.”

“I freaked out, Robin! I freaked out and he thought I was freaking out because I didn't want him to kiss me, but really I was freaking out because I like him so much, and the kiss! Oh, the kiss was amazing. I had no idea that kissing could feel like that, but then I panicked because - what if I mess it up, Robin? What if I mess up with Eddie like I did with Nancy? I don’t know if I could survive that again.”

Robin was quiet for a long moment before she said anything.

“Shit, Steve. Do you…feel the same way about him as you did about Nance?”

“I think I do, Robs, I think I'm in love with him, but it doesn’t matter because I already ruined it.”

“Is that true?”

Steve’s heart sank as a deep voice sounded behind him.

He heard Robin suck in a breath on the other end of the line. He looked up, already knowing what he would find. Sure enough, Eddie was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, jacket on and keys still in hand. How long had he been standing there? Did he come back, or had he never left?

“Is that..?” Robin started to ask, but Steve cut her off. “Yeah, it is, um. I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow.” He hung up before she could respond, never taking his eyes off the boy in the doorway.

Steve gulped audibly. “How much of that did you hear?”

Eddie shuffled his feet, looking nervous. It wasn’t something Steve was used to seeing on the other boy, he usually exuded confidence.

“I guess that depends.” Eddie replied.

“On?”

“How much of it did you mean?”

“All of it.” Steve answered quickly, eager to fix the mess he’d made of things.

Eddie pressed his lips together in a thin line, thinking. “Are you sure it’s not just because you’re drunk and sad?” He said, finally.

“If you stay, I'll say it again in the morning.”

Eddie smiled and shook his head. He walked over and sat down on the floor next to Steve, taking his hand and entwining their fingers. “What a line, Stevie.”

Steve ducked his head. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

Eddie raised their clasped hands to his mouth and pressed his lips to the back of Steve’s fingers.

“I’m sorry too. I left and didn’t give you the chance to explain. I got into my van and even started it, but I couldn't leave. I didn’t want to run anymore. I came back inside so we could talk about it. I hoped you would forgive me for kissing you and we could still be friends.”

“I don’t want to be just friends, Eddie. Can we try the kiss again?”

Eddie squeezed his hand and stood up, pulling Steve along with him.

“Let’s get you to bed, and if you feel the same way in the morning I would be happy to have a do-over.”

Steve pouted but allowed Eddie to lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Don’t pout, baby. You’re really drunk, and it would feel too much like I was taking advantage of you. Let’s just go to sleep, I promise I'll still be here in the morning.”

Baby.

“Will you sleep in here with me if I swear to keep my hands to myself?” Steve asked.

Eddie usually slept on the couch or the guest room when he stayed over. Steve had always hated it, but he had never been brave enough to ask Eddie to stay with him until now.

Eddie chuckled. “Yea, Stevie. I’ll stay with you.”

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things

[pathetic-gamer]

I do love that canonically Alan Wake is an asshole with a famously bad temper who parties too hard and gets arrested for assaulting paparazzi but who everyone thinks is very cool and hot because it means the jazzy dance solo on Mr Door's show is 100% true to character, but also because it means when Tom Zane shows him the clips of them partying it up together, the discerning fan may say "Well, Tom, you must be trying to deceive me! that is clearly Mr Scratch doing his silly little freak dance like in Alan Wake's American Nightmare," but I, an even more discerning fan, am here to tell you that Alan is a smart guy ok he wasn't deceived bc of the absurdity, he was deceived bc of the fact that yeah he would absolutely 1000% do that lmao

You think the sad confused terrified fella wandering around in the rain is the real alan wake? that guy ain't shit, he can't remember anything. he's a pale imitation. the TRUE alan wake, as he was before coming into contact with the dark presence, is on the surreal dreamscape talk show circuit talking shit about the movie adaptation of his old books right in front of the star of those movies.

#alan wake 2 spoilers #alan wake #alan wake 2 #scheduled post so i dont keep going on and on about this damn game tonight #btw i actually think alan *did* write Return. like giving in to despair and his darkest impulses and turning it into a vindictive #horror story with no care for anyone but himself and alice and tom? that's not much of a stretch tbh #it's like how the scratch who killed him while he was editing Return was actually fully just Him #being trapped in the dark place has forced him into these extremes in all directions but its all still Alan

[beaniebeensbaby201]

Can I request a story with neteyam and it takes place after the he fights Ao’nung where the reader sees him with his split lip and thinks he looks rlly attractive. Neteyam also teases the reader about it plsss🙏 your writing is rlly good! And I’m sorry if my explanation was bad😭

NETEYAM X OMATACAYA FEM! READER

A/n: I'm sorry if this isn't really accurate to the scene in the movie I don't remember this scene very well.

Also I'm sorry again I hadn't been really writing I just hadn't been really in the writing spirit.

Warnings: cursing, violence, joking flirting, NO SMUT.

I was with Kiri as we were both in the water. I understood Kiri, as we were both somehow connected to Eywa in a different way than the clan would understand.

Neteyam and Lo'ak were doing something as I decided to spend my time with Kiri. We're still adjusting to the new lifestyle as we were meant for the forest.

"Look." I signed to Kiri, as I saw there was a hermit crab moving in the water.

"It's beautiful." Kiri signed back to me.

"Oh, look, it's the freak with her freak friend." I saw the hurt look on Kiri's face, as I quickly got up from the shallow water.

"Can we help you?" I asked, glaring at An'oung and Rotxo and their friends.

An'oung circled around me and pulled my braid, causing me to hiss and wip around.

"Get your fish hands off me!" I hissed at An'oung's friend.

He looked me up and down and smirked.

"Hey!" I shouted as they tried to take Kiri's fingers.

"Do not touch her! Let her go, you fucker!" I growled, as I pushed Kiri behind me quickly.

"So defensive." Rotxo rolls his eyes with his comment.

"You can not touch her. Keep your fish friends away from her. And from Neytyam and the other Sully's." I could feel Kiri's hand on my bicep, but I ignored her as she tries to pull me back from them.

An'noung grabbed my tail, and I hissed in pain.

"Y/n!" I heard Neteyam from the distance, as I went to rush after him and threw myself into his arms.

"Ma y/n." He place his fingers on my face to examine any injuries.

"I am fine, go. They won't stop antagonizing us." I whisper, I was standing behind Neteyam as he held his arm behind me in protection.

"I thought I told you to stay away from my sister and my mate." My tail flicked when he called me his mate.

An'oung just laughed along with his friends.

"You should go away! You are not going to survive in the waters, not even your precious mate." I was about to go after him only to be stopped by the hand on my wrist.

"No." Neteyam said, as I let out a sound of annoyance.

"If you touch her again, you will pay for this." Neteyam threatened.

"Pay? Is that a threat?" An'oung taunts.

"Promise." I shimmied closer to Neteyam as I rested my chin on his shoulder as I wrapped a hand around his waist from behind.

"C'mon. They're not worth it." I cringed even though I have wanted to fight An'oung since we came here.

"Yea, take your freak, Mate, and your freak sister off of our island!" This caused an uproar, as Neteyam was the first to punch An'oung.

Lo'ak came to join his brother as they fought the boys.

"Y/n!" Kiri shouted for me, but I couldn't let my mate get into trouble alone.

"You fucker!" I hissed when they pulled onto my braid again.

"Let go of her hair!" Lo'ak hissed, jumping on Rotxo to punch him in the face.

"What the hell is going on?" I heard an angry Jake and Tonowari.

"You three, with me. Now!" I flinched at Jake's voice as Neteyam grabbed onto my hand.

"What have I told you since we got here?" Jake asked, as he paced the Moraui.

"Not to get into trouble." The four of us say together.

"But sir, there was great reason. They kept calling my future mate a freak. They kept harassing her and would pull her braid." I shuffled closer to Neteyam as I looked down.

"Is this true, y/n?" I heard Ronal asked, as she was Tsahik.

"Yes. They have been doing this to me for a while. I fear your son." I admitted, not looking into the woman's eyes.

"You skxawng! You are a dishonor to the family!" Tonowari shouted, angry at his older son for how he has treated our family.

"We told you to teach this family our ways. We did not say you should hurt another's mate!" Ronal finished, she was just as angry as Tonowari.

"I didn't mean-" An'oung didn't finish his sentence until they heard me scoff.

"You did too! You come after my family again I will-" I was about to finish my sentence until Neteyam stops me.

"You're dismissed. I will talk to my son and make sure he learns his manors." Tonowari promised.

Ten minutes had past and I was with Neteyam.

"I was fine." I couldn't look at him, as I had to stay angry.

"You were not fine!" He hissed when I accidentally pressed onto the wound.

" 'Teyam, you do not always have to defend my honor." I dabbed a little lighter this time.

I tried not to think about the bubbly feeling in my chest.

"What?" He took my hand away from his lip as I realized I was caught.

"You're biting your lip pretty hard." I hadn't realized that I was biting my lip until I let go. I let out a slight hiss when I felt the metallic taste on my tongue.

"I'm so telling Lo'ak that you're into this!" He was about to run to my best friend until I stopped him.

"I am not attracted to you with a bloody lip!" I pressed, but I could see Neteyam's toothy grin.

"Your face is heating up!" I slapped him hard against his chest.

"You're being mean!" I cried as I felt my heart beat faster.

"Because you are attracted to me." I rolled my eyes.

I was getting annoyed and flustered. I went to get up and walk away, Neteyam called out for me but I do not answer.

I heard his voice getting louder as I knew he was close. He grabbed my wrist in a firm but gentle hold.

"I think it's hot that you find me attracted after a fight." He had his hand on my cheek.

"You protect those that you love. You saved me and Kiri from Ao'nong. I love you. Because you saved us from his harassment. And you look hot with a busted lip." I admitted, he places his lips against mine.

I moan at the metallic taste. My hands found their place in his hair pulling him closer to me.

"I'm still telling Lo'ak." He snickers as I hit him.

"You Skxawng." I hissed, only for him to laugh.

#tumblr fyp #avatar #avatar x reader #james cameron #neytiri #avatar fanfiction #jake sully #lo'ak x best friend reader #Neteyam x mate reacer #neteyam x reader #kiri x platonic reader #neteyam sully #neteyam sully imagine

[male-body-swap-lover]

Time Travel Christmas

My name is Roger Braddock the 3rd. It sounds fancier than it is. You are all probably thinking I look fancy too. It’s 2023, but I’ve always enjoyed everything from the 1950’s, at least the positive things. With a name like Roger, it was bound to happen. I love the fashion, the music, the movies. I hate the social injustices. It is especially hard because I am gay, but the decade is just alluring to me. Yes, I do smoke occasionally too. I know it’s bad, but it is a guilty pleasure. It’s Christmas Eve and tomorrow I am getting together with my family, including my grandfather, who’s prime was the 1950’s and 1960’s. Grandma is gone, but he is still trucking along. It would have been nice to know him when he was younger. I’d get to spend more time with the man I admire, and get to enjoy the 50’s. Well, time travel isn’t real, so that’s not going to happen. I’ll just enjoy time with him now.

The next morning, I woke up and I was in a chair for some reason. I know I went to sleep in my bed last night. That’s strange. Wait, why do I have clothes on. As I looked around, I realized this wasn’t my bedroom. It looked like something right out of a Sears catalog from the 1950’s. Am I dreaming? I walked to the full-length mirror and suddenly stopped, with a look of shock.

This wasn’t my body. These weren’t my clothes. I started freaking out and looked over to the dresser and saw a calendar. It said 1958. I ran to the window and looked outside. It looked like a scene right out of the movies from the 1950’s. There were Christmas decorations up too. Did I somehow end up back in time on Christmas 1958? I walked back to the mirror and examined my body closer. I was handsome. I was tall. I had nice bone structure. There is something familiar about the face. I turned and looked at this man’s wedding photo which was also on the dresser. Then it hit me. I was my grandfather when he was younger. I’m Roger Braddock the 1st!

Holy Shit!

Somehow my wish came true. I will be able to get to know my grandfather when he was younger in a time period I love. Just I am now my grandfather. How is this even possible?

“Honey, are you almost ready. My family is arriving.”

That’s my grandmother! Wait a minute, that’s my wife! I look at the window and see that some family is arriving. We must be hosting Christmas. I scramble and grab a tie and put it on. Guess it’s showtime.

I go downstairs. It’s my grandparents house, or I guess my house now. It looks so much nicer. There’s my wife. She is so beautiful. I feel my dick get hard just looking at her. Guess I am straight, or at least this body is straight.

“Daddy, Daddy!”

My god, it’s my aunt Carol and Aunt Alice. They’re so young. My grandmother looks so young. This is crazy. I start to greet the relatives and we start opening gifts. I light up a cigarette. I guess this will be more acceptable now. My new wife hands me a baby to hold. Oh my god! It’s my father! That’s right, he was born in 1958. This must be his first Christmas. This is crazy.

“Roger, pose with the girls so I can take your photo,” my wife says. We pose and she takes the photo. There I am with my two daughters and my son, who is named after me.

I guess I am stuck here living my grandfather’s life. My wish came true. I hope I can pull this off. I wonder if I will ever return to my old life. Here’s hoping I don’t mess up the future too much!

#age progression #male body transformation #male body swap #time travel #1950's #grandpa #male body possession

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Birthday

Request: Ok but the way I like low key wanna go to a strip club with Chris and watch him sit back while a stripper with a big ass twerks on him and gives him the absolute time of his life 💀

Request: Hey am I request a Chris Evans x black reader where they’re neighbors

Request: Could you do a Chris x Shy reader where the reader likes him and he likes her but she doesn’t know he likes her. Could it be possibly a smut with a really freaky reader thankssssss <333

Request: Chris Jamal evans eating plus sized! Readers ass 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Summary: when you told Chris you wanted him to teach you a thing or two after your divorce, he hadn’t been expecting it like this.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!plus sized! Neighbor! Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, Duggar-esque religious beliefs, strippers, lap dance,  cunnilingus, analingus, rough sex, humiliation, dirty talk, breeding kink, sort of cuckqueaning

(A/N: this is kinda different. Idk just thought it would be fun to write a story about a fundie girl getting corrupted by this man 🤷🏾‍♀️ hopefully you guys see what I was going for cuuuuz 😳 lol and I had to combine a lot of requests cuz they’ve just been sitting and I’ll feel better once they’re gone. This story is unedited so if you see mistakes idk what to tell you. anyway like, follow, and comment with a reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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It wasn’t like he’d gotten well-aquatinted with the side no one else was allowed to see by now. You’d gotten yourselves into some messes for sure. Messing around in inappropriate places. His shy girl turned naughty slut and only for him.

Like that time he was finger fucking you in the back of a very packed movie theatre. You just looked so fucking hot that night. At least the movie was rated R.

Or the time he made you orgasm on vacation because he made you keep a bullet vibrator inside of you. As he made you cum in the water while you were on the beach. Watching your face change as you buried yourself into his chest trying to stop yourself from crying out. All he could do was smirk at you. Fucking slut.

If anything you were just paying him back which was fair. The two of you had been very worked up. It was kind of hard since no one really knew the two of you were a thing. As far as everyone else knew you were just his sweet little neighbor.

No one had even expected you to come out tonight anyway. You seemed like a shy thing but he knew better. Just cuz you had Scott and everyone else fooled didn’t mean he was the same way. He could tell you were a freak from the moment he met you and yet he’d still been unprepared by it.

You just did things no one else would ever think to do. By now he’d gotten the chance to enjoy your true nastiness. The way you let him fuck you anywhere he felt like. Had become his free use slut.

The two of you weren’t technically a couple yet but after tonight he doesn’t know. This had been new even for you. He didn’t even know you were- it was just so unexpected.

Fuck, it was hot, though, you trying to hang. Obviously you’d been invited to dinner and from there it ended up being wherever the wind took all of you.

First a bar not far from the restaurant. He’d made you sit by him all night. Barely let you out of his sight. Knew one of his friends had a little crush on you and he wasn’t about to catch himself slipping just cuz it wasn’t official.

You’d been all pouty and shit about how bad you felt about not bringing a gift. Not like it was your fault. It was kind of last minute anyway. Hell he thought he was going to be out of town but he… fine he wanted to see you. So he made the quick trip. Scott told everyone to come out for dinner and there you were.

You were wearing this dress you knew he liked. One that he really liked taking off of you. He doesn’t think you saw yourself in the way he did but holy fuck did he see you. Just everything since that first moment when you’d moved in. How shy you’d been because you definitely were not used to having a neighbor like him.

You came from a much smaller community. Had moved in next door with your husband. Well, ex-husband.

While nothing happened when you were married, the two of you had gotten close. Where you were from divorce was uncommon, but since it had been five years with no baby it was kind of inevitable.

The pressure to conceive had started getting to you around the second year. By then your now ex had been trying to be all buddy buddy with him. Trying to convert him and shit. He played along for a minute just to get close to you cuz underneath the modesty clothing he really liked what he saw.

And it wasn’t like he swooped in after the papers were filed either. He’d just done a lot to help considering your parents were trying to make you go back home to raise your siblings or nieces and nephews.

By then your friendship had grown to where he was not going to let that happen. Had even managed to get you a lawyer when they tried to force you to give up the house. Saying that since the church owned it, you had to leave but you were taking your seat ass time to move out.

When the two of you first started messing around you’d been asking him questions. Had never done this before. Never got to date. Didn’t even get to have your first kiss until the officiant said, ‘you may now kiss the bride.’

He didn’t want to take advantage of you knowing how inexperienced you were, but it quickly became clear that you were going to be a monster all on your own. He’d rather be the one taking care of you rather than getting yourself into dangerous situations out of curiosity. And fuck was he more than happy to be given the honors.

He genuinely hadn’t expected that side from you. After being blamed over and over about the fertility issues plaguing your past relationship, you seemed more than ready to explore a side of you that you would have never been able to before.

Wanted to know what it was like for a man to slap your ass and pull your hair. To be called dirty, filthy names. To be degraded and treated like the slut you weren’t supposed to want to be, but tonight had pushed the limit.

He wonder what your ex would say if he saw you. It had been something you’d never thought you’d do but you were down for anything Daddy told you to be down for.

What a fucking loser didn’t see what the fuck he had? That if he just treated you right, he probably would have been able to keep you. Sucks for him because Chris wasn’t planning on fumbling that bag. Not after tonight. His mind had been officially made up. Where the fuck was he about to find another nasty girl like you.

Last time I saw you, you’d been kind of upset. It had been hard to shake those teachings sometimes. Had worried that he’d judge you or think less of you. Clearly right now none of that was on your mind as your only goal seemed to be getting to his dick.

And, fuck he was not complaining. Hell no. Who the fuck was he to turn down road head especially after the shit the two of you had just gotten up to.

When one of the guys joked about going to a strip club, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Had even offered to just take you home where he knew he’d end up texting them that something came up since he knew he’d be to busy trying to get balls deep in you.

You surprised him by saying, “I wanna go.” When you said you wanted to try new things you’d definitely meant it. If anything he was proud of the little deviant he’d turned you into.

You’d looked so cute watching them dance with those wide eyes. He was still close to you not helping as he paid attention to your reactions.

Had whispered in your ear for you to stop money in one of the girls thong. Chris laughed and almost forgot that the two of you were supposed to be a secret cuz he really wanted to fucking kiss you.

Besides the dancer seemed to take a liking to the two of you. Moving onto his lap first to sit on him. “You know you and your girlfriend are pretty cute,” she said. “You should come in the back for a dance.”

And he wasn’t even going to correct her that you weren’t technically his girlfriend cuz hell you may as well be. Which meant he wanted you to be okay with it. At the same time though you couldn’t just expect him to not react when a woman with a big ass like hers was moving all on him.

He motioned with his head for you to get up. Not even giving you a chance for a choice. You wanted to come to a strip club he’d show you what it was like. Why hold back.

As she moved over him you sat beside him all giggly. Chanel staring back at you with a smirk as she started grinding down on him. You watching as she twerked, biting your lip.

He still couldn’t stop watching you. Trying to see how far you were gonna let him go with this. Getting a little closer and looking up at him with big eyes. Fuck it. Didn’t matter that another girl was in his lap then you wouldn’t mind if he kissed you.

“How you feeling, Baby?” He asked.

“Good,” you squeaked out which made him chuckle. So fucking cute. And you were really letting him just ruin whatever innocence your parents tried to install in you.

As if you would go home to live without this. At this point he’d made you his little addict. Pushing you further and further with each encounter, but there was definitely something in particular about this month.

“Happy birthday, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear, kissing his earlobe making him shiver. How even when a stripper was giving him a lap dance the reaction he got from you was so much more intense.

“It’s your birthday?” Chanel gasped finally turning around. “Why didn’t you say so?” She asked, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders so she could sink down on him again this time straddling him. Tits all in his face as she sat like that.

Chris chuckled. “Yup that’s why we’re here,” he said. “My girl’s never done this before.”

“What!” She gasped again and pouted at you. “Awww. Oh my gosh maybe I need to be dancing on you.”

“Oh you should definitely give her a dance,” Chris said with a wink.

He could see you tense up almost worrying that he’d taken it too far but he still wanted to see what would happen. Chanel moving moved off of him to you relaxing as you started giggling when she moved towards you.

The dancer giggled back the two of you starting off on your own little conversation. She was clearly trying to make you feel more comfortable. “That’s my good girl,” he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “My girl is down for anything I tell her to be, huh?”

You nodded at him as Chanel put her knee between your legs as she gyrated along your thigh. “You two are so damn cute,” she cooed.

At some point she moved back to Chris and you’d gotten so worked up that you couldn’t help yourself as you started kissing his neck. Honestly if the two of you hadn’t gotten out of there when you did, he would have popped.

Hadn’t even bothered to go back to his friends, just texting one that the two of you were leaving. His hand in yours as you went to the car.

“You doing okay?” He asked before he could open up the door for you.

“Mhm,” you hummed back with a smile.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed again, seeming to be lost in your head.

Chris found himself really wanting to kiss you. Fuck after all that he was really pent up. You put your hands around his neck as he pushed against you. Wanting you to feel his hard on.

He was just happy you were kissing him back. Had worried about scaring you off. That was a lot for you all at once. He didn’t want to completely overwhelm you tonight.

“Are you having a good birthday?” You asked him

“Course I am,” he replied with a smile before pecking your lips again. “My naughty little girl letting me play with a stripper in front of her. What would your husband have to say about that?” He teased.

You always giggled whenever he did that and this time was no different. Smacking his shoulder and scoffing. “Probably have a heart attack,” you said.

“Do you think he’d call your dad like when he found your sex toys?” Chris laughed making you do the same. God, that had been so embarrassing.

By then you’d already told Chris your dilemma. How you wanted to explore. He’d of course taken it upon himself to fund your exploration. By now he’d had a lot of fun using them on you. Shame your ex saw them as competition and not teammates. Maybe he could have kept you around.

“Oh, definitely,” you replied. “Woulda snatched me up.”

“Yeah? Sucks for him cuz I’d have to snatch you back,” he said before kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth, nails clawing into his shoulder.

“Fuck, Chris,” you moaned into his mouth making him smirk.

Fuck he needed to get you home.

It was like you’d grown impatient during the car ride that it was taking so long to get there that you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Not like he didn’t know how needy you could get.

Hell if he’d known how you would end up reacting to having another woman twerking on him, he would have done it sooner. When you said you wanted to try new things, you’d fucking meant it, but damn he hadn’t been expecting it like this.

“What’d you think about Chanel?” He asked. Wanting to push things a step further. “You didn’t feel weird seeing me with her?”

“I mean… I dunno. I wouldn’t call it weird…”

“Yeah?” He asked. “What would you call it? Did you like it?” You bit your lip. Getting all shy on him. Except that wasn’t good enough for him. How was this supposed to work if you weren’t going to talk to him. “Ah, ah. You know better. I wanna know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

You nodded. “I mean… yeah I guess I did.”

“What about when she was all over you? Did you like that too.” You bit your lip again and he had to glance over at you when you once again hesitated on your answer.

You caught yourself before he could say anything. Good girl. “I mean… yeah… it was fun.”

“Oh, come on. I saw you moaning and shit. You don’t have to act all shy. I know you liked it.” He glanced back over at you quickly. Happy as hell you two were almost home. “In fact, I gotta say I’m pretty proud of you for how you handled yourself tonight.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “You know, when you told me you wanted to try something’s out I wasn’t expecting you to go this far.”

“I wasn’t either,” you replied. “But you’re right it did feel good.”

“That’s my girl,” he said. “You know you can always tell me anything.”

“I know, Daddy. Thank you.”

“Always, Baby,” he said, grabbing your hand so he could place a kiss to it. He liked that he could push you. Made him wonder what else he could push you to do.

By the time you got home he was already trying to put his hands on you. Kissing you against after he helped you out of the car even though normally you tried to be discrete about your relationship just in case one of the neighbors saw.

As far as everyone knows you were literally just friends. No way Chris would take advantage of a sweet innocent girl like you. If only they fucking knew.

And you didn’t seem to care this time. Letting him grab all on you. Cuz you knew better than to tell him to stop. Fuck all he could think about was getting inside of you.

As soon as you got in the house, Dodger was at your feet. Stopping whatever action as he greeted the two of you. Then whimpering for Chris to take him out. You giggled before pecking his lips again as he groaned.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you told him as you started to walk away from him.

There wasn’t much he could do to rush Dodger. Not that he didn’t try. Goddamn you were really upstairs. Naked in his shower and he was outside making sure his dog used the bathroom. Fucking great.

“Come on, Bubba,” he said finally getting him back inside. Ready to sprint upstairs to you.

He could see you behind the foggy glass still washing up. He just wanted to fuck you so bad right now. To feel you against him. That pussy wrapped around him. Couldn’t get undressed fast enough.

You jumped as he wrapped his arms around your soft body. Curves glistening with water. Damn you had really turned him into an addict, but it was like where the hell was he supposed to find another you. Someone so sweet and cute that would let him do what he’s about to do to you. Fuck yeah he was addicted.

As he opened up the door he stared at you as he caught you playing with your pussy. Eyes closed as you breathed heavily. Good you wanted this just as bad as him. Fingers working over your clit.

Funny a year ago the thought of you even touching yourself seemed like a step too far. Now you were doing it in his shower after what had just happened less than an hour ago.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered.

He needed to fucking have you. “Starting without me, Babe?” He asked, making you jump and open your eyes. You gasped as you looked up at him and he chuckled. “My poor baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then he pouted out his bottom lip before pulling you into his arms.

He leaned down to kiss you finally. His tongue caressing against yours. Grabbing onto that thick ass. Fuck he wanted you so bad.

“You get all nice and clean for me?” He asked, having pulled away. “Or did you get too distracted playing with my pussy?”

“I got distracted.”

“My little slut. Couldn’t keep her hands to herself.”

Chris remembered the first time you asked him to call you names. He wasn’t sure how you would react but all you did was moan for him even louder and repeat it back. That’s when he first knew just how far gone he’d gotten you.

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Baby? Had you moaning for me for a reason.”

“About you letting Chanel dance all over you in front of me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked. “That turn you on?”

You nodded. “Uh huh. She was all over you.”

“My naughty slut liked seeing another woman all over me.” He chuckled.

“It made me want you so bad.”

“I know, Baby. It made me want you too,” he said before pressing his lips to yours again.

It didn’t take long for his fingers to end up on you now. Picking up from where you’d left off. You crying out for him to fuck you. Needy as hell.

Turning around so you could rub your ass against him as he finger fucked you. “Please, Daddy,” you mewled.

“What is it?”

“I want your dick in me,” you moaned.

“I want you to finish up and go wait on the bed for me, okay?”

You pouted. “But-,”

“But, nothing. You fucking heard me,” he snapped and that was that. You finished washing up and went to finish getting ready for bed. You didn’t want to spend the rest of the night getting punished so you better do what he tells you.

As bad as he just wanted to fuck the shit out of you, he knew how you got when he made you wait. Pushing you and then denying you. Fuck he loved it.

Once again you were there touching yourself. The toy you kept over here in your hand. Greedy fucking slut couldn’t fucking wait.

“Did I tell you, you could use your fucking toy?” He asked with an eyebrow raise.

“No,” you squeaked as you didn’t remove that damn rose from your clit.

He climbed in next to you. Taking hold of the rose. “So horny you just can’t fucking control yourself, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you answered, biting your lip. “Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered. He started kissing your neck making you cry out. His lips quickly finding your nipples. “Oh my god,” you cried. “Fuck, please, fuck!”

He put the toy to the side when he finally couldn’t resist. Had been dying to eat you out for hours. Needed to taste you.

“Chris!” You gasped and that’s when he knew he had you right where he wanted you. Had you gasping his name as he ate you out like he was starving.

“And you better not fucking cum yet,” he cooed.

He remembered the first time he’d made you cum. You hadn’t even know what the hell that meant. Figured he could show you better than he could tell you and wanted the honors of being the first one to do it for you.

Had gotten you all worked up until you squirted all over his sheets. Had gotten you all embarrassed about it too. Couldn’t believe your husband had never done this for you. Fucking worthless.

He was tempted to see if he could get you worked up like that again except he wanted to fuck you too bad. Didn’t even want to wait for you to suck his dick before finally pushing into you. Cuz this was the first time he was going to feel you for real.

“Chris!” You sobbed as you wrapped your legs around him. “Yes!” You dug your fingernails into his back. Crying out for him in his ear. “Please. Oh, god. I need it. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop,” he groaned, grabbing your hands to push them above your head. Pumping his cock in and out of you. “Fucking slut needed my dick bad, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered, lolling your head back. Fuck he felt so good so deep inside of you. Your ex had never been able to do shit like this to you.

It was funny how easy Chris brought the freak out in you. Had definitely gotten you to this point you don’t think any other man could have ever brought out.

Porn didn’t do what he did to you any justice. You hadn’t been expecting for it to feel like this. Didn’t seem real that something everyone had told you was so bad felt so good, but never this good.

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered as he hit those bundle of nerves. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah? I didn’t put a condom on this time, Baby,” he finally told you. “Gonna see what happens if I stuff you with my cum.”

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

“See if I can put my baby in you,” he grunted. “Don’t you wanna know?”

“But, Eddie-,” you were saying.

“Don’t you fucking say his name when my dick is inside of you,” he said, putting his hand around your neck. “I don’t give a fuck what he couldn’t do.”

And he meant every word of that. Only rocking his hips deeper into you. Feeling as you tightened up around him when he grabbed your throat. Eyes getting all blurry and teary.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“That’s right, Baby. You should be. You should fucking know better by now. I think you like saying dumb shit sometimes.”

You let out such an embarrassing moan and he let out a chuckle through his deep breathing. God he loved seeing how worked up you got from being shamed like that.

“Just cuz he couldn’t fuck a baby into you, doesn’t mean I won’t,” Chris said into your ear wanting to keep it going. “Chanel already thought you were my girlfriend. Might as well make you my girl for real, huh?”

You let out another moan with your face all screwed up. Goddamn he was getting you close. “Okay.”

“That’s my pretty girl,” he cooed. “You’re gonna let me fuck my baby into you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Fuck you’re gonna make me- ah!” You cried as you came. Finally getting the release you’d been needing.

“That’s a good girl,” he said before pulling out so he could turn you over. Making sure your ass was in the air. What can he say, he loved manhandling you.

Pushing your cheeks to the side so he could see the wetness from your pussy dripping down to his sheets. He needed to play with it again. Putting his thumb against your slit so he could rub up and down before going to your clit.

“Yeah you want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?” He said. “I bet you’ve been waiting for it. And your pathetic ass would do anything I wanted you to do, huh?”

Another embarrassing ass moan as you shuddered, as he pushed his pointer and middle fingers into you.

“Oh my god,” you cried into the pillow.

He doesn’t know what the fuck it was but all he knew was that he was mesmerized. Couldn’t help himself. Wanting to eat your pussy from the back. You jumped before moving your hips trying to get situated against his face.

God he was obsessed with the way you tasted. Could make a feast out of it. At this point he was so far he was ready to get as nasty as possible trying something he’d never tried before.

You gasped when his tongue touched your puckered hole. “Chris!” As if there was going to stop him. He moaned at the taste. Definitely not about to stop.

Chest heaving as thick moans fell from your lips. You were pretty sure he was trying to torture you.

Chris grabbed your toy again. Turning it back on so he could put it against your clit again. Listening to you scream out.

Finally he stopped just wanting to be inside of you again. It was like you brought out the fucking animal in him. That’s why he just needed to fucking breed you already.

Slamming into you and flexing his hips cuz he just really wanted you to feel it. Putting his hands on either side of your hips so he could dig his nails in.

“See what you fucking do to me?” He asked with a groan. “That’s why I can’t let you go. Gonna keep you under me. You want that too?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Fuck. Please. I want you so bad. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again.”

“That’s it, Baby. I want you to cum for me. Want you to keep cumming on my dick.”

Eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words. Couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you ended up collapsing against the pillows. Chris going with it so he could lay on top of you. Riding your ass as deep as he could as you sobbed.

“Gonna make me a daddy for my birthday, huh?” He asked into your ear.

Why did he have to talk to you like that. Did he have no mercy?

“Fuckin’ answer me,” he said. That Boston accent coming out into your ear. Making you shiver and moan.

“Yes,” you cried.

“Good, Baby. Cuz I’m gonna cum so deep in you.” He groaned. Feeling it creep up in his balls. Knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out even if he wanted to.

“Please,” you moaned.

“And it’s okay if you don’t get pregnant from this time. We’ll just try again and again and again.”

For some reason that was what did. To be honest if it didn’t happen this time he’d be shocked because he found himself shoving in all the way to the hilt so he could cum against your cervix. Just like fucking instinct. Goddamn he doesn’t think he’d ever had an orgasm that intense before.

You laid down with a whimper with him collapsing on top of you. Dick softening before falling out of you.

Scooping you up like he always did so you had to lay all up against him. Really you’d been his girl for a minute. It was about time he officially claimed you.

Especially six weeks later, when the two of you got to see the look on everyone’s faces when you’d pulled up to announce that you were expecting.

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My favorite Damian headcanons (as a POC myself) are the ones where he does POC things that're incredibly niche but also very widespread POC experiences

Commenting on how horror movies have no realistic people of color because otherwise they'd last less than ten minutes.

Responding with "is it because I'm not white" to every single criticism.

Bruce tries to get him to wear a suit and he's like "��� I can't believe you're erasing my culture like this".

Jason calls him a demon and he tells Bruce Jason called him a slur because of where he comes from.

Refusing to try anything American he doesn't like because "I was raised with actual class".

Assuming it's a lie when Bruce says he can be whatever he wants in the future because come on now. He isn't a fool.

Saying American food is bland because he's used to food that scorches his tastebuds

Not believing in God but using religious phrases, calling his siblings faithless/godless when they annoy him, and rejecting atheism thoroughly because religion is a huge part of POC culture.

Saying "I would've been sent back to the Motherland for that behavior" whenever his siblings act out of line. It's not even necessarily true, but it's genuinely just a reflex

Joking about being beaten as a child because it's a POC bonding experience and backtracking when people freak out because no he wasn't actually hit (only a rap on the knuckles every now and then and the usual POC mother verbal abuse), it's a joke, he was joking.

Doing something dumb like sneaking out and halfway through realizing "oh my God this is white person behavior. I'm being whitewashed" and getting himself back in line

Automatically responding with "aren't you mixed?" to "yeah, but not mixed with stupid like you are"

Being awed and slightly disturbed on how much people just get away with in predominantly white homes

Being the "well behaved child" even with his bad temper because yes, he's spoiled, but he's also fully aware that he won't get away with half the shit he does if he was with his mother and enjoys his still-new freedom

^ And these are some of the general POC experiences, not to speak of the Arab-specific ones! People need to give this boy more POC trauma!

I LOVE THESE!! am not a POC so I don't have much to add; I do, however, love making fun of white people, and I'm passing that off to Damian. He sees Steph eat like, greek yogurt, and is like "i had no idea you liked spicy food. Getting adventurous, are we?"

#asks #DAMIAN SUPREMACY

[justthoughts1310]

ATLA and Marvel have the same misogyny

So... I've finally made it to episode 8 of Netflix's Live Action ATLA.

This may be shocking for some of you, because I wrote a post about how Netflix ATLA is misogynistic a month ago, but now I'm back again.

I specifically want to talk about the absolutely ridiculous and bullshit feminist virtue signaling that we are habitually forced to endure.

The scene I am specifcally referring to is the scene in which Katara demands that Master Pakku let's her fight. Then all of a sudden, the camera pans to all of the healers in the Northern Water Tribe (the female water benders) who stand ready to fight.

Yet, despite their immense power, they are begging this old as man for permission, instead of just doing what needs to be done.

This scene is giving... stupid. It's giving the 999th Marvel movie that NOBODY freaking wanted... okay! Does anybody remember that scene from Avenger's End Game (of course you do), in which all of the female avengers assemble, and it's one female cameo after another? I have no idea who liked this scene, but I didn't. I HATED this scene! I thought it was tacky and cringe, and I didn't understand why I felt that way.

Then in the Marvels, there's this scene in which Captain Danvers gets knocked down, and then there's this sequence starting from when she was a little girl playing softball in which she gets knocked down and gets back up.

The whole thing is soooo cringe.

It's cringe because it's heavy handed. It feels like one of those inspirational quotes you put on your wall that says something stupid like "She believed she could so she did..." or "Shero" or "Herstory".

It feels like a moment in which the male writers were like, we got to make women feel seen, so let's stop the flow of the entire movie and series and whatever is going on and have this really stupid overproduced moment in which the women look like bad asses, before we hide the women back in the background and let the real heroes (the men) take over.

All of this despite the fact that in hindsight, of all of the avengers assembled there to fight Thanos that day (both male and female, alike), Scarlett Witch and Captain Marvel were the only one's canonically strong enough to stop Thanos. Yet, we can't have that, because a man needs to be the hero.

Like stop stealing women's W's. It happens all the time in shows like Naruto, in which the most powerful kunoichi will get caught up by the most stupid insignificant thing, so that a man can end up saving her and she becomes the damsel in distress.

The narrative of women can be strong but never as strong as men because men need to be the hero is weak and tired, tell a new story!!!

Especially, because it really isn't all that true anymore. After the industrial revolution and the boom of tech, women and men's physically strengths have become increasingly more similar for decades. Why, because very few people need to carry giant logs and chop down trees to survive anymore! You don't need to be swol to complete a spreadsheet.

I digress.

My point is what these scenes from ATLA and Marvel have in common. It's the reason why they are both cringe.

Men don't see women as women who are unique human beings with our own unique desires. Therefore, male writers force powerful female characters to embody male characteristics that appeal to men.

You know all that flexing and all the abs and the sweat and the thirst trap scenes of half naked men like Thor and Captain America (even the scene with Sokka in it). Do you think those scenes are for women? Well, they are not. They are for men. Men get hard-ons for these kinds of scenes, and these scenes are specifically created for men and the male gaze.

Then they try to extend this to female characters, to show that they are feminists. However, this completely ignores the female gaze and female motivation.

The scenes really are women quietly asking for permission (not really) and then men loudly given women permissions to stand out and be powerful, but only in a way that satisfies the male gaze. Which considering the fact that men are socially conditioned to like feminine or overly sexual women, I have no idea who these scenes appeal to!!!

Like bro... read a freaking book. Learn about history!!! Real history!!! Women do not need the permission of men to be powerful, intelligent, strong, tactful or ambitious. Women have already been all of these things since the dawn of time.

Therefore, women don't need weird cameos that break up the pacing of the story or scenes of little girls playing sports, getting knocked down, and getting back up to feel seen. Women and girls do not need to be convinced that we are powerful. We already know it. We've been working in the background for centuries while men have taken credit for our labors, efforts, and endeavors.

All we need is for men to get the hell out of our way! We can see it right now with education and employment. Ever since women were allowed to attend school, women have outperformed men in education is almost every subject (and men and women are at par with each other in Math and Science). Women are also out enrolling men in college 2:1.

So instead of giving women 5 minutes of permission to be powerful in movies and shows and embuing them with masculine characterists, write a compelling female character from the beginning of the show. Develop her character as a person, who has to deal with the unique intersectionality of being a woman. Don't make her whole personality being a woman.

And if you cannot, write a compelling female character, then get a woman to do it!

End Rant. Thank you for attending my TED Talk.

#naruto #sakura #atla #netflix atla #avatar the last airbender #katara #the marvels #marvel #captain marvel #captain america #carol danvers #scarlett witch #avengers #thanos #end game #mysogyny #feminism #virtue signaling #sokka #norther water tribe #waterbending #master pakku

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

8 - Oh Why Can’t My Dream Come True

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr and lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: gender dysphoria, misuse of pronouns, use of deadname

Year: 1988

“They’re gonna freak out,” Eddie panicked.

“No they won’t,” Steve assured.

“They’re gonna call me a girl,” he hissed.

“And I’ll yell at them, then we’ll leave. You’re my boyfriend and soon-to-be husband, alright? I’m not gonna let them walk all over you.”

“If you say so.”

“Oh, hello boys. What brings you here?” he asked.

“Oh, hello boys. What brings you here?” he asked.

“Off to a good start,” Steve whispered. “Hi, dad. We, uh… we actually had some news we wanted to share with you guys.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“For starters, we’re getting married.”

“Oh, congratulations!” Pattie cheered, forcing the two of them into a hug.

“How, uh… how exactly does that work?” John asked.

“Well…” Steve looked to Eddie, seeking his approval before continuing. He gave him a nod and a reassuring rub on the back. “Since Eddie is still legally considered a female, we’re able to get married. When we go to change his last name, he’ll finally be changing his first one too.”

“About time,” John said.

“You’re telling me,” Eddie dryly chuckled.

“So what else?” Pattie asked.

“Hmm?” Steve hummed.

“You said ‘for starters’—what else is there?”

“Well…” They looked the each other, fear filling their eyes. “We’re, um… uh…”

“For Christ’s sake, we’re having a baby,” Eddie rushed out.

Pattie and John stood there catching flies. Their eyes bulged out of their head, not quite sure how to take the news.

“Okay, not everyone speak all at once, god,” Steve said.

“I… are you sure?” Pattie asked.

“Yeah, we’re sure.”

“Okay, but how sure?”

“I took an at home test and just got my blood work done. So… pretty sure…”

“Wow… John?”

His father didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed past the boys and made his way to the study. Pattie rolled her eyes and chased after her husband.

“Told you so,” Eddie said.

“Not the time, Munson. Mom, dad?” Steve called.

“What?” Pattie sighed.

“We just… we thought you guys would be happy. You know… grandkids, yay…”

“Steven, we put up with this whole charade you made us put on for your girlfriend–“

“Whoa–“

“I am not done speaking, Steven. You make us relearn a name, address her by some ridiculous new pronouns. We can accept the two of you getting married, since legally we can’t stop you. But having a child? No, absolutely not. You two as parents? Please. It’s an unfit household.”

“How, dad? Hmm? How are we unfit to be parents?”

“A child needs a mom and a dad. Not a dad and a fucking tranny.”

“Yeah, because a mom and a dad did me so fucking well. We’re done here. Let’s go.”

Steve grabbed onto Eddie’s wrist and practically dragged him out of the house. He opened Eddie’s door for him and shut it once he was fully in the car. Even when he was heated beyond belief, he always took the time to treat Eddie the way he deserved. Especially now that they had a child on the way, he always found a reason to calm himself down.

Without realizing, Steve was driving with his mind on autopilot. Despite not being scheduled to work that day, he found himself pulling into the Family Video lot. When it clicked, he blinked aimlessly a few times and profusely apologized to Eddie.

“No, no, it’s okay, honey. Let’s get a movie or something while we’re here and say hi to Robin.”

“Yeah, okay…”

“We don’t have to tell her yet if you don’t want.”

“No, no I do. Sorry, my parents put me in a bad mood.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

Steve got out, rushing over to get Eddie’s door for him. He helped him out and the two stood outside the door, trying to silently reassure each other before heading inside. As Eddie reached for the door, Steve grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

The two caught Robin’s eye as she was processing some returns. She raised a brow and leaned over the counter, waiting for the two to walk in. They mumbled something incoherent to each other before Steve opened the door for Eddie.

“Long time, no see, boys. How’re we doing today?”

“Good,” Eddie smiled. “How’re you, Rob?”

“I’m good,” she said, glancing over at Steve. “Are you hiding something from me, Harrington? You’re usually talking my ear off.”

“Can we talk in the back, Rob?”

“Sure… everything okay?”

“Yeah, just come on.”

The friends dipped into the cramped back room as Eddie wandered around looking for a movie for the night. Robin leaned against the door as Steve hopped onto the desk with a huff.

“What’s really going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s up. What’s going on?”

“Sorry, we just got back from my parents’ house.”

“Ah. Any reason you were there?”

“Do I need a reason to visit my parents?” Robin raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Yeah, okay, you got me there.” Steve buried his face in his hands. “Eddie’s pregnant…”

“Holy shit, what? How?”

“We weren’t careful and uh… yeah. He’s pregnant. Just about two months, now.”

“Wow… so, you’re gonna be a dad?”

“I know…”

“What the hell‽”

“I know!”

“Jesus… how does Eddie feel about the whole thing?”

“He’s nervous, understandably. I’m more nervous for his mental state, y’know?”

“Why?”

“Rob, he’s worked so hard getting where he is. He’s come out to me, to everyone we know, dealt with the backlash, went through the agony of top surgery, and now… after all that… he’s pregnant… it’s like two steps forward and three steps back. I feel terrible.”

“Steve, he loves you and I’m sure he’s happy to do this for you. If he weren’t, I’m sure he’d bring up the idea of getting rid of it. I think he’ll be okay.”

“I just worry.”

“And you have every right to worry! It just means you’re a good boyfriend.”

“Fiancé,” he corrected.

“Jesus, Harrington, I don’t see you for a week and you come in here saying you’re gonna be a dad and a husband!”

“I know, crazy, huh?”

“Where does all the time go, Christ…”

“What do you mean?” Steve chuckled.

“Steve, three years ago, when we met at Scoops, you and Ed had only been dating for like six or seven months. Both unsure what you’d be doing with each of your futures. Now here you are, nearly college graduates, engaged, and future dads. It’s insane!”

“Yeah, I guess it is…”

“I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, Rob. That means a lot.”

“Of course, dingus. I’ll always be happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Steve chortled. “I should go check on the husband. Lord knows what he’s getting into.”

“Probably ruining all my hard work from this morning,” Robin teased.

“I wouldn’t put it past him.”

As if I’m cue, as the friends emerged from the back room, Eddie had tripped over one of the displays Robin had spent all morning setting up. She pinched the bridge of her nose, motioning for Steve to collect his man.

“Sorry,” Eddie started. “Pregnancy brain is already getting to me.”

“I figured. Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks, Robin…” Eddie blushed as Steve helped him up. “Uh, Stevie, how do you feel about a horror movie?”

“Depends which one.”

“Nightmare on Elm?”

“Ed, we’ve watched that a million times.”

“Yeah, your point?”

“God, I hate you. Fine, we’ll rent it again, but I’m getting something too.”

“Fine by me. I’ll be right back,” he said, setting the tape down on the counter.

“Where’re you running off to?” Steve asked.

“If you must know, Steven, I feel like I’m about to puke my guts out. Happy?”

“Dear lord. Call me if you need anything.” Eddie gave him a thumbs up as he headed to the Staff Only bathroom.

“So, what’re you gonna make him sit through?” Robin asked.

“A birthing video. He wants horror, I’ll give him horror.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why not? We both need to be prepared.”

“If you say so.”

Later that night, after the boys had dinner and finished watching Nightmare on Elm Street, Steve surprised Eddie with the birthing video. At first, Eddie was reluctant to watch it, especially so soon, but he eventually caved and let Steve pop the tape in.

The tape started out as rather informational, going through the different stages of labor and what to expect in each. What neither of them were anticipating, was it cutting to a woman actually pushing a child out of her.

“Can result in a severe hemorrhage, which could lead to death in minutes,” the narrator droned.

Eddie and Steve sat back on the couch, clutching their thighs to their chests, mouths hanging open with eyes popped out of the skulls.

“Steven, why did you make me watch that‽”

“I don’t know!”

“Was that meant to be comforting‽”

“I don’t know!”

“Oh my god, a human is going to be coming out of me!” Eddie panicked. “This is all your fault, Harrington!”

“What is‽”

“First knocking me up, then showing me that video!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Ugh!” Eddie fell back on the couch, dragging a blanket with him. He cocooned himself in the couch’s throw, only allowing his eyes to pop out. “This kid better be worth it.”

“She will be.”

“I hate you, Harrington.”

“I know you do, Munson…” Steve sighed as he rubbed his fiancé’s back. “I know you do…”

#eddie munson #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #gay #st4 #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #lgbtq #pride #lgbt pride #trans eddie munson #transgender #parent steddie #joseph quinn #joe kerry #robin buckley #maya hawke

[drdemonprince]

Probably a trivial question during a shitty time globally, but I'm going a bit crazy trying to figure this out and need help.

For some reason, people cancel last-minute alarmingly frequently when I host gatherings on days that are extremely important to me. I am talking mainly about my birthday and that of my partner but also a huge milestone graduation do last year was a nightmare as well. Neither I nor my partner have any meaningful relationships with our families anymore due to political differences and rely on our friends for the sense of home and belonging most people get from families.

Except this is a bit of a wasteland, as I struggle to form and maintain close friendships because of how unreliable and disappointing people have been for a while. This is not an individual (although there are a couple of people who I know will cancel every time) but a pattern. Someone will forget to book the right train ticket, another will only lurk on the event group chat and then comment for the first time before the event to say no. One person memorably just said they wanted to keep the option of a weekend gateway open so they could only come to my graduation party if they decided not to do that. Am I missing something here? Is this normal? I need consistency and dependability to feel safe and I feel like people I'd normally choose as friends (witty, nerdy interests, progressive) turn out to be incredibly bad at showing up for me when I need them. A friend I thought was close went completely mum after I graduated and didn't congratulate me at all - after having discussed the degree and its struggles with me for 2 years. Part of me feels like I need to rebuild my circle from scratch and maybe find people I can talk to honestly about my needs from the beginning of the friendship. But it feels so late and desolate to start this process in my mid-thirties. Everyone else has friends they grew up with and who know everything about their lives. Meanwhile, I am at the stage where I have no close friends at all anymore because my needs seem too absurd to even discuss with anyone except my partner, and if I do, I just lose friendships. I remember reading your piece on how to do social things as an autistic person last year and feeling very inspired so I thought I'd reach out to you.

This is all exceedingly, exceedingly normal, especially in the days post COVID for a variety of reasons. When I make plans with people, I assume that roughly 30-75% of the people invited are not going to show up, and I've completely made my peace with that. A friend of mine hosted a movie night a few weeks back, invited I believe around 15 people, and ultimately four showed up, many people being last-minute cancellations or total no shows.

This happens for a variety of reasons. Many people are very socially anxious and decide at the last minute they don't have it in them to show up because they're freaking out. Other people say yes when the event is days or weeks down the line, wanting in the abstract to be there, but then on the actual day of the event, practical daily life constraints are far more visible than they were when the event was just an idea, and so then they have to bail. Other people feel really bad saying no, and so they wait for the last minute to share that they can't make it. And lots of people are so bombarded with notifications on a variety of social media sites and chatting platforms that they just forget all that they've committed to. And then you add into that random illness, flat tires, crying kids, and the like, and you have a lot of reasons why people don't show up to things.

Personally, I have come to accept this. If I go into event planning assuming most people can't make it, my feelings aren't hurt. Every person who does show up is a gift. My invites are an opportunity, a true invitation, not an obligation or an expectation. I don't hurt my feelings in advance by telling myself that I need a high turnout for my birthday or that because I've worked hard making a certain dish for a party (I never actually do that admittedly lol) that a lot of people need to come and eat it.

And I invite people that I like and want to see, over and over again, because I care about them, and I want to show them that I care about them and that I understand they have other things going on and I am not offended that life got in the way for them. I want them to feel loved and included, even if they can't make it. Even the gesture of inviting a person to an event and them showing some interest is a meaningful act of maintaining social connections, for me. And so if they can't make it on the day of, that's fine by me.

I'm 35. My friends are anywhere from 21 to 60-something. People cancel events because of sick kids, broken down cars, long work weeks, depression, double-bookings, writing deadlines, social anxiety, busted ankles, not wanting to see one person they're currently having a difficult situation with, and any number of other factors. If you love people long enough, they get really complicated and their lives get really hard. I find that the most beautiful and friendship-sustaining thing one can do is to not take it personally, because you're going to need that same grace yourself plenty of times. People will drop of the map for months or years sometimes because they're going through hell, and you dont to deprive yourself of being open to reconnection when they're available again.

There's really no need to read anything into the randomness of life. This stuff will happen, so it's rational to expect it, and loving to not mind it too much.

Do you need to make some new friends? Maybe so! I have multiple different friend groups and I think that's healthy. You may find the no-shows less painful if you have more people to lean on. It's always good to form new connections, learn new things about yourself, expand your skills and understanding of the world through new information and experiences. But should you start over, and ditch your friends who are flakey? I don't think so. To be loved is to be sometimes flaked upon (and to flake). In this capitalistic, individualistic hellscape it's vitally important that we extend one another grace.

[brightnote]

Marvel owes Maria Hill her moment and she better get it!

SECRET INVASION EPISODES 1 - 4 SPOILERS BELOW 

Ok folks, this blog may be the unhinged rambling of a bitter queer Maria stan out for vengeance against the ruthless cold hearted wasting of Maria Hill in Secret Invasion, but I have some thoughts (some more thoughts) on why this simply cannot be Maria’s true fate in the MCU. Delusional? Maybe, but is it any more delusional than killing off Maria Hill AND TALOS in one six episode “event” with not that many viewers? It’s actually not.

Okay, hear me out. Did you see Far From Home in theaters? I did, and the one moment that everyone freaking went wild at was when they thought Maria Hill shot down that drone in front of Fury’s face. This was an EPIC Maria Hill moment only for the audience to then discover that actually it’s wasn’t her moment at all--but Soren’s. This means Marvel owes her a moment, and what better moment to give her than killing Gravik? Wouldn’t you go fucking nuts if there was actually a misdirect/fake out Maria death and she ends up being the one to get him? I mean Maria did say Fury wasn’t ready for this despite having helping him come back to earth just to tell him to sit this one out and then for her to show up to that bombing sans bullet proof vest--MAKES TOTAL SENSE (dramatic eye roll).  Multiple websites have pointed out that Maria showing up to this event with nothing but a sweatshirt makes absolutely no sense at all. Can the script be this bad or is it all about something else? I’m just saying, that since that one Maria moment was really not a Maria moment at all maybe she DOES have something big coming that she truly deserves.

Also regarding the questions I have gotten on Maria Hill and Talos appearing in the Marvels... as stated in my many posts this cast list is a rumor but it has been out for awhile. HOWEVER assuming Marvel is being as terrible as we predict and not doing anything fucking awesome or ballsy like they should in a show advertised as a freaking spy thriller

What if Cobie and Ben are on the Marvels cast list because in the movie they will show flashbacks to their deaths!!! I mean Cobie is getting a special guest star appearance in 4 out of 6 episodes and so far in 2 of those appearance its the same 3 seconds of her dying. Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s case. But I am going to hope that instead Talos and Maria are somehow coming back to us and they are the ones who kill Gravik to prove to Fury that he can’t do SHIT alone.

#marvel #mcu #secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #marvel cinematic universe #maria hill #cobie smulders #nick fury #samuel l j #talos #skrulls #skrull #gravik #ben mendelsohn #the marvels #captain marvel #spider-man #spider-man far from home #soren

[howhow326]

Miraculous Ladybug Persona AU because why not!

Marinette

Associated Arcana: Fool (cuz duh), Justice (her main arcana when it's not fool), Magician? (she's good at arts and crafts, I guess)

Initial Persona: Joan of Arc (hands down, her persona, no argument)

Adrien

Associated Arcana: Emperor? (like reversed Emperor where he has no control over his life), Empress? (like reversed empress where he stopped enjoying life kind of and also cuz he's girl coded), Moon (me on my "Adrien's true self is himself and Chat Noir" bs), Magician? (he's good at stuff???)

Initial Persona: Petit Prince (apparently Adrien's story is based on this one)

Alya

Associated Arcana: High Pristess (cuz High Pristess is all about listening to your inner voice and Alya's biggest character moments are listening to her conscious and acting on that), Justice (the whole reason she's a journalist)

Initial Persona: Josephine Baker (I kinda struggled with this one cuz Google dosen't make it easy to research Martinique and I didn't want to do something lame like "Renard the fox lol". I typed up "black woman spy" into Google [because Alya's other story is being Marinette's best friend which is lame] and Josephine was the first French result I got. She was the first black woman movie star and she also spied on the Axis powers for France during WW2. France also gave her the title "Creole Goddess" which scares me)

Chloe

Associated Arcana: Devil (this is what Astruc would give her lol. It also fits cuz Devil is giving in to your vices and Chloe can't stop doing that), Lovers (cuz it'sabout making a choice between two options and aticking with that and Chloe does that both times she's the big bad of the episode), Empress (cuz Chloe is rich and enjoys her life I guess)

Initial Persona: Marie Antoinette (cuz I am 99% Chloe is based on her and it kinda for a meta perspective on Chloes story where she is the scape goat for even worse villains)

Nino

Associated Arcana: Emperor (he's the leader of the resistance i guess), Heriophant? (he gives good advice like 3 times in the series?) , Chariot (the lame answer: he shares character traits with Chie and Ryuji)

Initial Persona: Alexandre Dumas (I was drawing blanks again cuz Nino's only story [outside of being Adrien's best friend] is the resistance stuff so I looked up black people in the French revolution and this the guy I got. Fun fact, he's the father of the guy who wrote three musketeers apparently, I was really not expecting that)

Luka

Associated Arcana: Heriophant (fits it better than Nino), High Pristress (I still think Alya fits this arcana but Luka is rolling in this cards symbolisim with listening to people's inner music and having the miraculous of Intuition)

Initial Persona: Orpheus (cuz Im lame. Marinette is his Eurydice cuz she left him)

Kagami

Associated Arcana: I have no freaking clue this time Magician?????

Initial Persona: Tomoe (cuz Im lame and it's her mom's name)

Lila

Associated Arcana: Moon (cuz what the heck else would she even have? Jester???)

Initial Persona: Coco Chanel (because eff that nazi spy. And it futhers the duality thing that Alya and Lila used to have before they retconed Lila)

Felix

Associated Arcana: Justice (he's a crazy justice boy you cant convince me otherwise)

Initial Persona: Loki (WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug au #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #nino lahiffe #persona au #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #persona 2 #french history #i guess #ml persona au #luka couffaine #kagami tsuguri #lila rossi #felix fathom

[iamafictionfreak]

Kinnporsche - I'll be ruined by episode 14. Happily.

I can’t believe I just wrote this monster, but I need to talk about this. Please let me. Let me get it out of my head so I can breathe. Episode 4 was so SO good guys and I rambled, I do apologise - But before I touchdown into any rabbit holes, please read this and be free:

This. This is Be On Cloud showing us that the creators and actors understand the sensitive nature and importance of the issues revealed here, they know what they’re doing, and they aren’t going to brush it under a rug. Its respectful and responsible and mostly combats exactly what I imagine is going on with Porsche now and what may happen in the next episode.

There won’t be any shying away.

But let’s make it very clear:

KP is a grey zone drama.

Kinn is morally grey.

Porsche is morally grey.

The show will host a sea of morally defunct traditions dedicated to presenting just how bent any mafia syndicate can be, but let’s focus on this particular issue:

Vegas… violates Porsche. It doesn’t matter that he barely managed to touch Porsche, the intent was there, he was going to rape Porsche - especially after Porsche’s marvellous headbutt - and Porsche will remember how it felt to be defenceless. Porsche could even transfer full responsibility for this feeling to Kinn who was there to support him but ended up sleeping with him anyway.

Was it Kinn’s intention to take advantage? No. Kinn fully intended upon helping him. But his feelings – feelings he’d been determined to stamp on – pushed him to kiss the man. Porsche provided an opening and Kinn allowed himself to view it the way his body was being pulled to. Once they kissed, Kinn fell into what Porsche was offering with his open, intoxicated, arms.

Was Kinn right to do this? No. Am I saying Porsche asked for it? No. Am I saying it was completely fine and consensual? No. Am I saying there aren’t layers – beautifully encoded layers to this scene that explain why this happened? Nope, there definitely are. Porsche, despite not being in his right mind revealed something to me and now I finally get this.

Though the situation isn’t quite as bad as it could have been - Vegas raping Porsche - but don’t be surprised if Porsche feels betrayed when he wakes.

Just to recap: am I completely aware of the issues here? ABSOLUTELY. Did Kinn have sex with Porsche KNOWING Porsche was gone three ways to Sunday? YES. Will this be resolved? Heck Yes. That’s the point of showing it to begin with. Will there be worse things on this show? Inevitably. They won’t all revolve around KinnPorsche.

If you didn’t know before that this show is a grey zone, you freaking do now. If you find that this kind of content doesn’t interest you, please don’t watch it. It’s not going to change. It’s going to get worse – I’m fascinated, and I want to see how this all gets resolved and just how far down the moral grey zone it can go before it pushes full black. There are movies and series that fully encapsulates the mafia syndicate – this is fluffy in comparison. This is rainbows and care bears. The mafia are terrifying.

I also think that if you can appreciate Vegas’s character - for being sputum of the lowest order to compare goodness to - then you can comprehend, even whilst you vehemently disagree, Kinn’s mentality.

Vegas? I’m not a fan – I’m not supposed to be. He’s the villain. A true villain. Kinn is various shades of grey with black streaks intermingled and the odd slash of red. This guy’s all black streaks. Of all the characters, Vegas is the most deeply disturbed and I’m not just saying that for every word and action in episode four. It revolves around Kinn and the way Vegas is constantly emasculated by him: by Vegas being the in the second family and not the first, for Kinn being better at his job than Vegas, for being the rising head of the family whilst Vegas is just drifting, for being someone his father respects more than his own son and so on and so forth. This goes back YEARS – it must. Vegas hates Kinn. I don’t know if there’s a foundation for the hatred beyond diminished ego and entitlement, but he’s aiming at Kinn’s newly revealed weak spot.

Porsche.

Now… Kinn doesn’t have many, if any, weak spots. He doesn’t let himself. The man displayed some serious dominant alpha male tendencies in the latest episode that had me near fanning myself, whew boy. He doesn’t even kiss his escorts – I LOVE that btw. Love it. Kissing means something to him. It doesn’t for everyone. It does for Kinn.

Don’t you think, after being ordered to watch over Porsche by his father, that Vegas caught them kissing by the pier? Kinn, who he’d KNOW doesn’t kiss just anyone. Suddenly Vegas’s obsession is relit anew – he has a new way of getting to Kinn. Daddy dearest didn’t tell him to fuck with the middle son of the first family. This is all for Vegas and just to be sure, he pushes and pulls some buttons. Vegas is adept at that. For all the ways he fails in comparison to Kinn, he reads people as easily as he would open books.

And he sees exactly what Kinn was afraid would be revealed – Kinn treats Porsche differently to the other bodyguards. He enjoys Porsche’s mouthy tendencies and lets him get away with a lot in comparison. He’s already displaying possessiveness and that’s only going to get worse for Porsche. Kinn, who’s endeavoured to be Fort Knox, has revealed a chink in his armour.

Best way to push it? To mark it and lay claim on it before Kinn can. Kinn who’s also displayed remarkable patience with Porsche’s God-Tier obliviousness. It would absolutely KILL Kinn.

…If Vegas thinks this is the best way, I’d start questioning the escorts Kinn sleeps with. And any ex’s and oh’s. Did Vegas get to them too? Did he mark them where Kinn didn’t know and got off on Kinn not knowing?

Well, now he wants Kinn to know.

He just underestimates Kinn’s growing feelings for Porsche.

Don’t tell me that Kinn would cut short his speech and time at the auction that he was ordered to attend by his father for every bodyguard. Vegas doesn’t have the time to do what he wants. He has to get gone, frustrated and turned on and full of testosterone. There’s no way he’s going to leave Porsche alone now.

He just doesn’t know Kinn and Porsche have had sex – though he will very soon if he has an insider. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the insider is responsible for spreading the gossip of Kinn sleeping with his bodyguard.

(A note on the insider: I still say it’s Big. He dishes out info to Kim that he’s delusional in believing helps protect Kinn - from the new, nasty uncouth bodyguard with his perfect face, his perfect body and perfect penis - and if he can do it with one person, he can do it with another. Especially if it’s for himself, which… it is. Come on. The dudes in love with Kinn or something, he’s like the other side of Vegas’s coin.

Did he have anything to do with drugging Porsche? If so, Kinn’s going to kill him. God Speed. But if I’m correct, it won’t end there – he’s going to help hurt Porsche again and again until he loses sight of his original goal. And then he’ll lose everything.)

So yeah. Vegas. I like him as an antagonist – he makes my skin crawl. Look what he said to Porsche – I’ve never had to force anybody. As if, at the end of the day, everyone secretly wants to fuck him and be fucked by him. As if he weren’t about to destroy something in Porsche. And I like what he brings to the table – he’ll make Kinn loose it and stir up trouble in paradise, but I also don’t see that lasting more than a couple of episodes, so what ELSE is he going to do?

Yes. I’ve seen EVERYBODY refer to VegasPete – Jesus, how the hell does that happen? How are they going to do it to make us all accept sweet – extremely capable – Pete with a nutjob like Vegas?

See, I also want Vegas to burn.

Anyway, back to THE scene:

It helps that Porsche threw up. There is awareness there – he headbutted Vegas (ROUND OF APPLAUSE) because he knew exactly what was happening and he was scared. He didn’t want it.

Then Kinn arrives and Porsche… relaxes.

(AGAIN - I am in no way stating the sex was 100% consensual, that’s not what I’m doing and I’m not repeating that.

We good? We’re good.)

So, Porsche relaxes. Stops fighting. He can sense who’s with him, sense the safety here and I’ll get back to that too in a moment.

Then he throws up, his body rejecting the drug – that’s another good thing. A very good thing. It takes some of the fog away and it’s why he’s more verbose with Kinn later.

Verbose, hah. Porsche is veeeeeeeeeery forward. The drug does that so him happily grabbing Kinn’s dick when Kinn might not have wanted him to is more than forgivable, but the direction of his thoughts was the interesting thing.

It’s sort of devastating that Porsche seems to only channel his inner gay when he’s a) inebriated/under the influence and b) with Kinn. These seem to be the prerequisites.

What do drugs/alcohol do? They release us of our inhibitions and, generally, give us a bit of a lift. For a sad boy like Porsche, it would likely have a sharper affect than on most.

Porsche is nearly as tightly controlled as Kinn. Whether he’s aware of this or not, he’s suppressed the part of himself that yearns to just let go and it seems to be tied to his bisexuality. If he even is bi. Look at the things he’s said about women: they’re there for sex. They have a vagina; he has a penis. Key meet lock. Orgasm. But that’s all it is. Sure, the fact that they’re all gorgeous is a power trip for him, but he doesn’t associate the sex with feelings. Of any kind. It’s almost professional. So, he’s never considered a relationship before.

Yet, in episode three, he got drunk, turned into a 15-year-old boy with hearts in his eyes and dragged Kinn over to the pier for a little alone time. Where they kissed. It takes him a full day to remember - as if he shuts it out until it's 100% affirmed that Kinn is gay - and when he does, it isn’t shock he feels… instead he questions Pete if it could mean anything.

I don’t know about the book version – clearly the show is different from the book so I’m not going to try to wonder about those differences.

Porsche is more than accepting of homosexuality in the show, I just don’t think he’s seen the light yet in himself. A light that shines like the fucking sun whenever Kinn paid attention to him when he was under the influence.

So, basically, Porsche is gay for Kinn and only Kinn and only when he has an absolute freedom of inhibition.

And that’s fine – or it would be if it weren’t tied to the death of his parents.

See, we don’t all learn about our sexualities when we’re teenagers. For some of us it takes lifetimes.

Porsche lost his parents – I think he was 13.

Loosing his parents meant losing his safe place: where he could come home and be himself and explore himself and be free whilst his willingly parents took the responsibility that adulthood demands. Without them, he was forced to be the responsible one. To be the adult. To be restricted before he was ready.

Of course, his potential homosexuality would be put in a locked box and covered in heavy chains of duty, pushed somewhere deep down. Inevitably it would start to link up with his duty to his brother, his need for control, for purpose and the lack of love in his life.

Something about Kinn rattles those chains and threatens to turn the key in the lock.

Porsche gravitates towards Kinn whenever his inhibitions loosen.

In episode 1, they first meet after Porsche has gotten laid – endorphins released – and after he’s had a drink or two. The scene where he takes Kinn’s watch from him is charged to hell.

Episode 2, he deliberately gets drunk to subvert Kinn’s authority and takes pleasure in the reaction.

Episode 3, he gets drunk, hangs on Kinn’s back and arms, dances with him, pulls him away from the crowd, reveals vulnerabilities and kisses him back.

Episode 4, Porsche is drugged and spends the whole time talking about and touching Kinn’s dick, wanting Kinn to acknowledge his attraction to Porsche and basically finding the idea of Kinn’s attraction extremely fascinating.

You like me. I know you like me. I don’t know why you like me, but you like me.

It gives him a little control back whilst letting go of everything else.

Porsche spent episode 4 in a strange place of vulnerability. He doesn’t understand what he’s feeling but he knows Kinn’s attitude towards him is changing. He’s starting to think that Kinn sees him differently to everyone else and… it doesn’t feel bad. He doesn’t know what to do with that.

Of course, this is Porsche. Porsche has no idea that he thrives off of someone’s good opinion of him. Kinn thinking he’s doing a good job, Kinn allowing him free reign, Kinn spending time with him in the Onsen, Kinn kissing him when he heard the escort admit that Kinn never kisses anyone – it’s validation. From the Alpha himself. It’s heady. He wants more.

So, he tests it. He asks Kinn if Kinn would have asked his brother to hand Porsche back to Kinn.

And Kinn stomps down on any ideas Porsche has of Kinn’s regard for him.

The subtle hurt on Porsche’s face after that was sort of painful. From someone becoming so beautifully open with his unconscious need for Kinn’s affection.

If I’m not mistaken, they’re both already displaying Dom/Sub tendencies too – e.g. Kinn ordered him to stand, to strip, to do it NOW.

Porsche did.

He wouldn’t have weeks before, at least not without argument.

Porsche looks to Kinn when he’s offered water. WATER. And he asks Kinn with a look to see if it’s okay for him to drink it.

Kinn doesn’t get where Porsche is at here – he doesn’t understand what his dominant pheromones are doing to this poor guy, so he’s pretty much ‘why is he staring at me?’

FOR PERMISSION, YOU IDIOT.

Already Porsche trusts Kinn. Kinn is becoming a strange, alarming kind of stability for Porsche and he’s unconsciously gravitating towards him with each new development between them. It got worse after seeing Kinn with the escort (does the escort have a name?).

Subconsciously, Porsche wants Kinn.

So, when he gets drugged and he’s touching Kinn, teasing Kinn’s evident attraction towards him and basically egging Kinn on by kissing him and saying ‘this is the real deal – right here, not with your escort who you don’t kiss’, that’s the part of him that was abandoned when his parents died. The part completely untouched and uncultivated.

You can see it in his smile.

God, that SMILE. I don’t know how to create gifs; I’ve never taught myself and I regret it now because I can’t frigging find that smile on any gif posted about that gorgeous moment.

He might be high off his ass, but there’s real emotion there. Part of him was hurt when Kinn tried to convince him that he was like every other faceless bodyguard. Having Kinn go hard from his kiss confirmed Kinn’s attraction. You don’t go hard from every kiss given to you – just the one’s you feel more about at the right moment with the right person. Lust, love – whatever, it’s something. And he didn’t understand why Kinn would kiss him –he’s clueless, we know, but it doesn’t stop him for wanting to understand, because underneath the façade of the idiot who goes through life by the seat of his pants, Porsche really does want Kinn to want him.

So, when they have sex there’s this fucking beautiful, achingly sweet and happy smile on Porsche’s face. It’s right before Kinn turns him around to face the window. It’s pure freedom – the kind only Kinn seems to be able to bring out in him. It’s permission to exist in the moment. It’s feeling new things, it’s exploring what he hasn’t been able to before. It’s touching Kinn and being worshipped by the man, being wanted so thoroughly, being adored. Kinn’s all over him and Porsche is eating it up.

Oh, the next day might not be pleasant. But right there, for Porsche, it’s cloud 9.

Do you see the layers? In that one scene?

The other reason why I could watch that scene and not be conflicted about consent is because I know they’ll follow through with it. They kept it in the storyline for a reason.

Acknowledge it or don’t, it’s unavoidable now. Kinn kissed Porsche and lavished attention on his body in a way that’s very suggestive of where Kinn’s at emotionally. Porsche ate it up and couldn’t stop smiling. He won't jump up and scream rape in the morning no matter what our opinion is because that's not where he's at mentally.

He's going to be shaken, confused, conflicted, hurt and all over the place. He may even feel betrayed. He may tell Kinn that he took advantage and to go fuck himself.

Or maybe they’ll surprise us – maybe he’ll feel completely differently. They’ve surprised us with every episode so far and I’m thrilled with what we’ve received up to now. So, I have more than enough faith to not be worried about episode 5.

There first time was never going to happen under normal, wanted circumstances. Not on a show like this one. But they have another first time coming up: a time when no one is drugged or drunk or coerced, where real, honest feelings will be involved and where the sex will be had by two people who want each other.

This is the love scene. THE love scene. The first one where he and Kinn will be 100% in it, together, without any miscommunication, despite ongoing issues between them.

Or at least I HOPE they have because look at the raw emotion in their faces – that’s - there's a lot. There’s an apology on Kinn’s face but, correct me if I’m wrong, I see a lot of yearning and need and love there too. And Porsche looks so frustrated and wanting – like he hates that he wants Kinn but feels so deeply about him he can’t help himself. That’s just- it’s a lot. To take in, yep.

Also, did Porsche throw water at his head?

I mean, we’re screwed for now. Vegas isn’t done yet – give it a couple of episodes for Porsche to realise what a shit Vegas is (PLEASE REALISE WHAT A SHIT VEGAS IS) and Kinn won’t make it easy for him. He’ll step back from Porsche, even when he steps forward. Episode 4’s ruffled his feathers, spun him about and made him feel exposed. He left control at the door, which isn’t normal for him. There’s a chance that he’ll try to make Porsche feel… not small, but definitely not wanted. He’ll probably also go back and forth on that – he’ll be possessive one second, then cold as ice the next. He won’t know what to do. And that’s after knowing the repercussions of their night together.

Fuck.

I love it.

Why?

Because the show has proven to be very effective at connecting these dots and unearthing new ones.

The way Kinn was with Porsche probably connects to his past, connects to a side of Kinn that hasn’t been touched in a long time, just like the side he brings out in Porsche is reminiscent of a gay teenager desperate for someone to want and take care of him.

Vegas will most likely lure Porsche, try to get him to switch families. If Kinn does what I think he does – if he makes an ‘example’ out of Porsche to try to protect him from future attack - then Porsche might feel hurt enough to consider accepting.

I do truly hope Porsche sees Vegas for what he is sooner than later.

But, silver lining, we have a beautiful parallel in store for us. When they make love after the first real time, AFTER the above scene and after they’ve confessed that love and AFTER Vegas and after after AFTER… they’ll be face to face, it will be 100% consensual and Porsche will have willingly given himself to Kinn who will have willingly accepted Porsche right back.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche spoilers #what the hell did I just write #jesus #i need to shut up

[evieismol]

Big Bend Chapter Twenty Seven - Aquarium

Word count: ~1300 words

Cw: mentions of giant killing someone in the past, past trauma, cursing

Angie’s POV

I felt like my mind was reeling from Dave’s revelation. I didn’t want to harp on what was clearly a very traumatic event, instead deciding to let him lead. So when he changed the subject, saying we should get going to the aquarium, I didn’t argue. Despite that, though, his account remained in my mind even as we entered the aquarium’s doors, as we bought our tickets, and as we started looking around. I had countless questions I wanted the answer to. Most of which I knew he didn’t even have the answer to, like who that man that was killed was, or who the giant who had killed him was. How the giant had gotten to earth, and where he’d gone after the incident.

All questions he likely wanted to know even more than I did, I thought.

I tried to refocus on the exhibits around us, a plan that was so far miserably failing. Jellyfish were plenty intriguing, but they hardly held a candle to the sheer shock factor of what my coworker had just shared with me.

Dave picked up on my distractedness fairly quickly. “Kind of killed the vibe with that trauma dump, huh?” He said, giving a half hearted laugh. I shook my head quickly.

“No-I mean, yes, but like, I’m glad you shared. I just can’t imagine what that must have been like to see as a kid, I guess.”

Dave gave a small shrug. “Yeah. It still feels surreal to me, honestly.”

“And I’m really surprised you’re working with Easton and us after…that,” I said, the words slipping from my mouth before I could second guess them. Out of the many, many questions I had, that was one of the ones that confused me the most. Sure, Dave’s continued unease around our giant coworker made more sense now, but why he’d take and then keep the job now made even less sense. I’d think the last thing he want to do was work with a giant in the middle of nowhere after seeing a giant kill someone in the middle of nowhere as a child.

“Me too,” Dave admitted. He met my gaze, giving a resigned sigh. “I don’t really know what I was thinking. Or what I am thinking.” He paused. “Have you ever been so afraid of something that it almost becomes some sort of fascinating?”

I considered his question. “Well, I guess I like watching horror movies and true crime for kind of a similar reason?”

“Yeah. So there’s the whole scary but fascinating part, and then I guess I was hoping maybe working woth Easton would help me get over it, but really I think it just made everything more confusing, because he’s so…human? Like, the giant that killed that guy has always just been some shadowy monster in my brain, but Easton’s…nice. Funny. Anxious. Kind of awkward…all these traits that don’t fit with some caricature of a boogey man. God, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”

“No, no, I think I get it?” I offered.

“And then I end up feeling bad that I am still so freaked out by him, because sometimes he really just seems like another…person? And then I remember he’s not even from our world, and he’s bigger than some of our buildings, and he could kill me just as easily as that other giant killed that man-and then I just get stuck in this weird limbo of feeling guilty because I don’t really think he’d do something that like, and feeling scared because he could, and not wanting to quit because I don’t want what happened back then to define my while life, but very much wanting to quit because what am I thinking…and, fuck, I’m really rambling.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, offering Dave a hopefulym reassuring smile. “I don’t know how I’d even begin to process all of that, but I’m more than happy to listen if that’ll help.”

“Thanks,” Dave said. “I really am sorry for ruining the vibe, though. I mean, there’s some really cool fish here.”

“And we have plenty of time to see them still,” I said. “Really, you don’t need to apologize. I was just trying to process, I guess.”

“You and me both,” Dave said with a dry laugh.

I leaned over to give Dave a half hug after a moment.

“Thanks for trusting me with that,” I said.

We turned to look at the jellyfish in front of us, this silence washing over us this time comfortable instead of awkward. I wasn’t exactly sure how long we stood there, the blue creatures in front of us drifting lazily through the water, tentacles swirling behind them. It wasn’t either of us who eventually broke the silence, but instead a new voice.

“They’re pretty, aren’t they,” the unfamiliar voice mused from behind us. Dave and I both turned at the same time to see who had spoken. The newcomer was a man perhaps a bit older than us - late twenties or early thirties, if I had to guess. I hadn’t seen him enter the dimly lit room that housed the jellyfish exhibit, but then again, I hadn’t been paying much attention to my surroundings during our prior conversation.

“They’re real mesmerizing,” Dave agreed. “It’s kind of amazing that they don’t have a brain…ocean life is weird.”

“All life is weird if you think too hard about it,” the stranger said. “It requires such delicate balance.” He paused. “Have you seen the alligator exhibit upstairs yet?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. We just got here.”

“It’s worth checking out, if only to appreciate how long crocodilians have called this planet home.”

“Oh, that’s right - they’ve existed since like the dinosaurs, haven’t they?”

The stranger nodded. “One of the two remaining archosaurs.”

“You seem like you know a lot about animals,” Dave said.

The stranger shrugged. “I enjoy learning. I’m Lee, by the way.”

Dave extended his hand. “Dave. This is Angie.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Are you two from the area?” Lee asked, shaking Dave’s hand. I was already shaking my head before he’d finished the question.

“Not really. Just here on a weekend trip,” I said. “You?”

“Something similar,” Lee replied. “I was in the area for business.”

“We’re in the area to get away from business,” Dave joked.

“I think we all need to do that every now and then. You two work together, then?”

“Yeah. We’re both park rangers, we had the weekend off and thought we’d come over here,” I replied.

“Park rangers! That sounds like a fun job - I used to work at a park myself. Just as a tour guide, though. Which park are you at?”

“Big Bend,” Dave replied.

“Ah, I think I’ve seen that one in the news a lot recently. Something about hiring a giant?”

“Yeah. An aphirial. His name’s Easton Parks.”

“A fitting name for his job,” Lee said with a laugh. “Park ranger Parks.”

I was a little surprised that was what he’d focused on, given the other bit of information I’d offered. Easton’s name being ironically fitting had occurred to me as well, though, and I gave a small laugh.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“What did you say you did for work?” Dave asked.

“I didn’t, but I’m a freelancer of sorts these days,” Lee replied. “It gives me plenty of time to travel.”

“That must be nice,” I said. “We both stay pretty busy. Still, we’re lucky to have gotten this weekend at least.”

“Beautiful weekend here too, not too hot. It does get pretty hot over by Big Bend, though, doesn’t it?”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Dave said. “Puts Arizona to shame somedays, I swear.”

“I’ve heard the flash floods over there do too,” Lee said. He paused, as if remembering something. “Well, I should get going - I won’t interrupt your weekend any further. I hope you enjoy the rest of the aquarium!”

He didn’t wait for us to respond before leaving the room.

“Huh,” Dave said after a moment. “That was kinda weird.”

#giant/tiny #g/t #gt #sfw g/t #gt writing

[candidapple]

I’ve been listening to a certain movie’s soundtrack because the new trailer has me HYPE and I can’t help but see a certain eel merman trying to entice you into the water with him (or otherwise just doing his best to make your face turn as red as Riddle’s hair) by sing-songing “♪ Darlin’ it’s better down where it’s *wetter*, take it from me~~ ♪ ♪ ♡”

cue aggressive eyebrow waggling from said merman and very definitely not innocent smirk. He would also absolutely just like. Do this during swim class or something when other people are definitely around. Shameless little shit (affectionate).

cw monsterfucking, adult content. minors dni 🔞

floyd leech x afab!reader

moray. my fellow eel enthusiast. my sweet googly eyed noodle. i dearly need to convey to you just how gratified i am in this moment. i was always sure that i couldn't be the only one in this fandom to see the sordid potential in that particular lyric. and i wasn't! great minds think alike, especially when they're both firmly entrenched in the same subaquatic gutter!!

floyd ABSOLUTELY pulls this shit during swimming lessons, in front of coach vargas and everybody. speaking of vargas, your classmates are always complaining to him about the tweels taking their true forms during class because octavinelle students already have an unfair advantage when it comes to swimming and that's gotta be CHEATING, right? also, floyd won't stop ""pretending" to drown people in the pool. vargas, probably not even looking up from whatever reflective surface he's currently admiring himself in and of the firm belief that it only makes sense to use whatever natural advantages you have to get a (metaphorical) leg up on the competition, is unsympathetic.

ANYWAY, THE POINT IS. bad enough that floyd is so blatantly, unashamedly, and loudly hitting on you like this in a room that fucking echoes while jade is, i dunno, probably fucking chortling in the background. but to do it when he's all slick and alien and sinuous, somehow even sharper than usual, long muscular tail cutting through the water while he presses his tongue (and did his tongue not just get bluer, but longer?) to the points of his teeth? you never had a chance, really.

and, look. let's not be coy here. he's gonna get you down there, down where it (and you) are wetter. it might take a lot of persistent pestering on his part (though maybe not as much as even he was expecting; you're already at the end of your fraying rope as it is) but the endgame's inevitable. you're gonna gulp down that potion that gives you magical gills, and you're going to sink yourself down on that slippery, slimy eel dick while floyd wraps his crazy-strong and crazy-flexible tail around your waist to use you like the world's most well-loved and well-treasured fleshlight.

(while jade continues to chortle in the background, probably, because of the leech twins we all know who the real freak is and it ain't floyd!)

#floyd leech x reader #twst x reader #!candid replies #!candid thirsts

[hotshot624]

I would like to spout off a few different ideas for you for Daddy Eddie x reader stuff please don't feel required to do them all or any of them, I just work better when I do like stream of conciousness writing. And I will submit them individually so you can pick and choose and reply as you write them IF YOU ARE SO INCLINED, these are just requests and suggestions I am just so happy with your first fic I need more daddy eddie pease.

The story of how Midnight the bat stuffy came into little readers life! Like how Eddie gave it to them to show his support this kind of ties in with previous request about finding out how you are little and him accepting it

Part 2: Finding out reader is little/age regressor either by accident or with them telling him because they trust him and wanna have him be their cg fluffiness ensues like he is supportive of it and stuffs"

Hi! So I'm just going to add these two requests together since they're almost the same thing lol. Thank you @bgolightly for requesting this and all of the other things you requested. Y'all are gonna have a lot more content because of them so make sure to say thanks! Again idk how good this is gonna be but for y'alls sake I hope it's worth reading.

Cg!Eddie x Little!Reader: How he found out about Reader Regression (and how Midnight the bat came to be)

Life after accepting to date Eddie was great.

I mean most people wouldn't expect that (and at first you admit you thought so too) but boy were they wrong. They thought Eddie was loud, rude, annoying, self absorbed, and mainly a freak. But that wasn't true. That wasn't true at all.

Eddie Munson had to be one of the nicest, sweetest, most caring, most understanding person you've ever met. He didn't treat you weirdly. He treated you like a normal person with a little personality to it and honestly that was all you could ask for.

The thing he liked about you was that you treated him normally too. You didn't mind the way he liked DnD while others found it weird, you found it interesting even if you didn't exactly want to play it you never put him down for liking it and I guess that's what attracted him to you.

After about 2 and a half months of being friends Eddie decided to ask you out to which you accepted. Which brings us to where we are now which is at your house.

Right now you were setting up your living room for your annual Saturday movie night with Eddie. He went to the video store to go and pick up some movies for you two to watch together, most likely action or horror films sometimes both, it depends on the mood he's in. But while Eddie was deciding what to watch, you had a bigger more important decision to make. One that would alter your relationship for the rest of your lives.

See you were an age regressor to put it simply. That meant that when you got too anxious, were filled with too many negative emotions, or just felt like being younger than you actually are for your enjoyment, you mind would regress you to a certain age. Most people don't get to pick how young they regress to and you couldn't pick either. Usually the more scared or filled with negative emotions the person is, the younger they would regress to, which was the case with you, but everyone is different.

And unfortunately age regression isn't always sunshine and flowers. It can happen at considerably bad times and keep you from doing you need to do. It can also be brought on by something triggering and not be very fun for the regressor or anyone around them. Regressors could also be feeling super upset and cause tantrums and yelling and crying which was also no fun for them or anyone else.

This is why you decided to keep this part of you from Eddie. Well until now.

You thought that you should tell Eddie about your regression in case something were to happen and cause you to regress out of no where that he should know what to do or at least be made aware of what was happening. He didn't necessarily have to do anything to help you but you thought he would appreciate knowing what was going on with you.

Just as you were putting the already popped popcorn in a bowl you heard the door bell ring repeatedly and frantically.

You set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and rushed to the door and threw it open and greeted and equally excited Eddie at the door.

"Hey! Look what I got" Eddie said while giving you a hug and entering your house.

You looked at the films he excitedly shoved in front of your face to see he picked Beetlejuice and Friday the thirteenth (look their great movies you guys).

"Of course you picked those" you said shaking your head with faux annoyance and a smile on your face.

"What does that mean?!" Eddie asked spinning to face you after he set the movies down. "These are incredible movies I'll have you know and I don't need your sass to ruin them"

"Oh I'm sure they are. Now pop them in the VHS player so we can watch them. Your whining's giving me a headache." You said dramatically, rubbing your temple.

Eddie just mocked you with a high pitched voice but eventually did what you said. You smiled to yourself. 'This is good', you thought 'Eddie's in a good mood so maybe telling him won't make him too upset....well hopefully' you added to your thoughts.

Eddie then ran up to where you were sitting and slammed himself into your couch. He then cuddled up close to you just as you grabbed the popcorn and brought it up to the couch so the both of you had better access to it. Upon listening to the erie music you realzed he picked Friday the thirteenth. Not the best movie for an already stressed regressor but you'll have to make due.

As the movie went on you were getting very antsy. Either from the movie or the knowledge that you had to tell Eddie about your regression, you couldn't tell. Unfortunately Eddie noticed your constant moving and squirming and called you out on it.

"You doin okay over their babe? You keep moving and you already bumped your boney elbow into my ribs like four times already" he said jokingly but you knew that it had real concern.

'Did you not like the movie? Were you hurt? Was something wrong? Was the movie making you nervous? Was him being so close to you making you nervous?' All of these questions were swimmimg through Eddie's head and making him nervous.

"No! No, no, no, I'm fine! Completely fine. Never been finer actually." You said very with a fake laugh at the end

Eddie looked at you with a "bitch please" look and you knew you were busted.

You had hoped your incredible lying skills would get you out of this situation but the unfortunately let you down. 'How did he know I was lying' you thought to yourself not realizing that a deaf two day old squirrel could somehow lie better than you.

'Well since you've already got his attention might as well get it over with' you finally thought after a few seconds of staring at him hoping that he'd just change the subject but god never wanted you to have it easy apparently.

"Um actually I did want to tell you something....it's been bugging me for a couple of weeks and well um how do I put this...." You trailed off try to find a way for it not to sound weird, not realizing you just made Eddie's blood run cold.

"Are you.....are you brehaking up with mhe?" Eddie asked with a small laugh trying to play it off like he wasn't worried.

But you could see the fear in his eyes. You could see how the thought of you leaving him broke his very soul and so you obviously had to shoot that down.

"What?! God no! No. Never Eddie. Your the best thing that has ever happened to me Eds. I love you so much, please understand that." You told him while grabbing his shoulders and having him fully face you so he could see the sincerity in your eyes.

"Pshhhh I knew that. I was just messing around" he liked, with the sound of relief evident in his voice. "So what were you going to tell me before I EVER so rudely interupted you?" Now promptly crawling on top of you with his hands holding his head up on your stomach, after he pushed you onto your back, and was kicking his feet in back of him.

He was obviously trying to lighten the mood back up and you couldn't have been more thankful for it. You don't think you'd be able to confess to him with the atmosphere being so thick. So finally you built up the courage (again) and told him.

You told him all about your age regression. You first explained to him what it was, seeing the confusion written all over his face. You told him why others use it and how there are different age ranges and you told him your's.

As you were speaking, Eddie slowly began to sit back up, he was trying to understand everything you were telling him with one of his eyebrows raising in deep concentration. You couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing and you prayed it was the former.

As you finished, you looked into his eyes, having looked away in shame at what you were telling him as if it were some great crime you have had just committed.

After a few seconds of silence Eddie asked; "Sooooo..... What um....what does this mean for us?" He didn't really know what to say.

"Well I mean hopefully we can just.... Ya know...... Go back to normal....." You answered sheepishly "But I completely understand if you don't want to! I know that this is probably not what you wanted and I know you didn't sign up for this but like I think I can hold it in if that makes you feel better. Like maybe if I ever feel myself slipping I could just ya know try to calm myself down and I'll go away from you and and it'll be fine. But like I get if it makes you uncomfortable and if you wanna leave me forever cause I act like a kid and all so don't feel bad or or anything cause that's what I want and-" You start to ramble trying to make Eddie feel better about the giant bomb shell you just dropped on him. And as you do so you can feel yourself slipping.

As your about to go into a little space filled panic attack Eddie interrupts you.

"Wow wow wow! Calm down babe, calm down" Eddie grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug and gently rubs your back and head as you start to cry from getting so overwhelmed.

"I'm not breaking up with you, especially over something so little, just like how your not breaking up with me. I couldn't care less is you become littler that you are. When I asked 'what does this mean for us' I meant like if you wanted me to take care of you or something? Now that I'm thinking about it, I probably should have just said that.... Huh....." He said.

(Look he's not the smartest person in the world but he's your boyfriend so now you gotta deal with it)

"So....yous still lobe me?" You asked sheepishly looking up from where you buried your head in his neck.

You had finally slipped into little space at this point.

"To the moon and back little Rockstar" he answered giving you a big fat kiss on your cheek.

He then looked up from the side of your face with and imaginary light bulb flickering on on top of his head.

"Hey! That'll be you new little nickname now! 'Little rockstar'! It's perfect. Well as long as your cool with it" he said looking down at you.

You nodded quickly showing your new found love for your new nickname.

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly. Eddie laid back on his back with you on his stomach and him holding you with you stomach on top of his and his hands cradling you. You didn't mind the movie that was playing seeing how you were too exhausted to even watch it at this point. You fell into a deep sleep now knowing how Eddie fully support you.

Fast forward to a couple days later and Eddie Munson is slamming his fist repeatedly as hard as he can on you door. Thankfully your parents aren't home (because this is a fanfic and they never seem to live in the same house as you unless it's to sell you to one direction or something but I digress) so you wip the door open to reveal a slight out of breath and incredibly sweaty Eddie with a few bags in his hands.

"Greetings my beloved! I have returned to your humble abode baring gifts!" He said and if it weren't for the fact that he was the love of your life, you would have slammed the door in his face for being so cringy.

Fortunately for him, you loved him so much, so you just rolled your eyes with a smile on your face and let him in. He did a little bow, thanking you, and entered you home.

"Not only did I bring a disgusting amount of treats like candy and cookies and what not. But I also got you this!" He exclaimed.

Pulled from the bag was an adorable black bat plushy. It had big ears and giant eyes with it wings open as if it were flying. It was smiling at you and had little bits of glitter on it representing the night sky with the glitter as stars.

Seeing this you were instantly bitch slapped into little space.

"For me?" You asked hopefully pointing at yourself. Because obviously he bought it for the OTHER person in your house.

"Yes sweet heart, it's for you" Eddie answered you, placing the plushy in you hands.

You started at it for a moment and then ran into Eddie, almost running him over, and gave him a big ole bear hug.

"I lobe it! I lobe it! I lobe it! Thank yous, thank yous, thank yous!" You yelled excitedly.

"Y-your welcome" Eddie wheezed, slowly loosing oxygen and you squeezed it out of him.

"So!" Said Eddie after you finally released him from your death grip "what's there name gonna be?"

You thought for a couple seconds before looking at him with a grin on your face.

"Midnigh" you answered confidently.

"Midnight huh?" Eddie asked pulling you onto the couch to lay with him after he got out some cookies and started feeding them to you.

"Mmhm" you said mouth full of cookie.

"Well I think that's a great name little Rockstar." Eddie said finally with a content smile on his face.

The End

Okay so I have a some reasons why I haven't written in a while to which I shall answer good news bad news style but some of it is kinda gross soooo

TRIGGER WARNING

Good news: I completed a fic and have a few more requested to keep them coming out. Bad news: my wisdom teeth are FINALLY coming in. Good news: none of my teeth hurt. Bad news: where one of my bottom wisdom tooth was coming the gum that was over it I guess got infected and started to inflame and got so big to the point where I couldn't close my mouth properly. Good news: it's gone! Bad news: it popped in my mouth leaving a disgusting tastes and stained my side of my tounge where it was yellow and was very painful after and I could eat on that side of my mouth. Good news: after that I went to six flags with my dad, brother, and younger cousin. Bad news: it was 98 degrees out and the feel was I think 103. Good news: because of the heat almost no one was there and we got to go on rides with little wait time. Bad news: we were out their for about 5 hours and I got sun sick with a bad headache and the feeling of needing to throw up. Good news: I was fine the next day and still am now. Bad news: my anxiety is acting up for very dumb reasons and it's killing my motivation. Good news: y'all's support makes me want to keep writing so that's what I'm gonna try and do. Bad news: my hands are now cramping from writing for so long.

And that's about it. I wish I were making this shit up but unfortunately I'm fucking not and was suffering a lot but other than that I'm fine I guess. Okay that's all, expect some new fics soon if everything goes right. Byyyyyyye

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