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juanarc-thethird · 6 months

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Yang's Birthday Spankings:

Before they knew it, 2pm rang the clocks, followed by a very insisted knocking on the door. Seems like Yang's little sign worked like a charm!

However, instead of a new playmate the duo is greeted by a very authoritarian looking Glynda Goodwitch, whilst several Beacon ladies can be seen scrambling around a corner to get away from the professor.

For what reason could the whip-wielding instructor possibly be there, one wonders.

Ok, I admit that I haven't worked much on Yang's version, (a lot of things in my life and lack of motivation), but before it's Ruby's birthday I'll do what I can. So send your "Ask" about Yang's birthday spankings. --------------------

Yang is on all fours, face on the pillow. Moaning without meaning as Jaune grabs her waist and fucks her non-stop.

Yang: Oh yeah!~💕 That's how I like it! Get in there nice and deep!!~💕

KNOCK KNOCK!

A loud knock was heard at the door.

Yang: *Stops* What the fuck? *She glances at her clock on the table* Oh shit, it's already 2pm.

Jaune: I'm going to drink some water while you answer the door. Maybe I'll go to the bathroom too.

Yang: Ok

The two separate and go to their respective tasks. Yang excitedly goes to the door and opens it energetically.

Yang: Welcome ladies to the breeding se- PROF. GOODWITCH!!!

She screams. Using the door, she covers her own naked body, try to find an excuse, but nothing came to mind.

Yang: W-What brings you here, ma'am?

Glynda: I was doing my rounds when suddenly I saw a group of girls in front of your door. When I did, they all ran out and I found this note. *She says showing the note Yang put on her door*

Yang: Whut?! I do not know nothing about that.

She says as she angrily sees the other girls watching from the safety of their own rooms, denying any involvement with said note.

Yang: Anyways, since I have nothing to do with that. I'm going to close the door now.

Glynda: *Stop her* Hold it right there. Where is he?

Yang: I really don't know what you are talking about.

Glynda: Do you think I'm stupid? You and your team have done obscene things in this great academy, but I never had evidence to punish you girls, until now.

Yang: What?!

Glynda: I discovered that when you girls do this it is one of your birthdays. And today is your birthday, Miss Xiao-long. *Gets closer*

Yang: *Moves back* U-Um...

Glynda: *She enters the room and closes the door* I also know that Jaune is involved in all of this. So where is he?

Jaune: *Comes out of the bathroom still naked* What's going on? Prof. Goodwitch!!!

He says in panic, as he grabs a piece of clothing from the floor to cover his member.

Glynda: And there you are, the person who started all this.

She begins to walk towards him slowly while Jaune walks away from her without losing eye contact.

Jaune: I swear, this wasn't my idea. B-Blake was the one who seduced me first and then Weiss…

For walking without seeing where you are going. Jaune's back came to rest against the wall behind him with no where to go.

Jaune: Please don't hurt me.

Glynda: Jaune, you have two options. You and Team RWBY will be grounded by taking missions with Prof. Port for a month or…

Jaune: O-Or...

Glynda's slams her hand on the wall near his head.

Glynda: Or you let me be part of the celebration.

Jaune: W-Well, it's Yang's birthday so…

Glynda and Jaune look at Yang, waiting for an answer.

Yang: Fuck yes!~💕 *She says with a big smile and a nose bleeding*

Moments later...

Glynda is naked hugging Jaune while he is lifting her under her legs and fucking her hard.

Glynda: Fuuuuucccckkkk!!!💕 It feels sooo good!!~💕

Yang: *Sitting on her bed watching the show while touching herself* Fuck~💕 best birthday ever.

Blake: *Watching from the ceiling and taking notes for her fanfic* Indeed~💕

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brrrkdslek · 9 months

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✦ 087 ⎯ CAMERAMAN POOKIE⁉️🫣

✦ 088 ⎯ 3 KENS & 1 BARBIE🤞🏻💗🤭

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

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novankenn · 5 months

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So... in the same vein as Jaune the Dragon (s)Layer...

Jaune the Demon (s)Layer!!!

(Cue majestic and awe-inspiring orchestral music)

Ren was sitting behind his desk in his office at Section 66... the Bureau of Celestrial Affairs. His partner Nora was seated on his desk, swinging her legs back and forth.

Nora: I'm worried, Rennie...

Ren: It's about Jaune isn't it?

Nora: Yes.... he went to inspect that Hell-Mouth and hasn't come back... it's been like two months! Something must have happened to him! What if he fell in!

Ren: I agree, but there is nothing we can do... the Hell-Mouth closed up, so there is no way for us to do anything... we just have to hope...

Both Nora and Ren jumped to their feet as the door to Ren's office burst open, revealing the form of their intern, Oscar Pine.

Nora: Oscar!

Oscar: *out of breath*... back... he... back...

Ren: Oscar? What's...

Oscar: It's Jaune!

Nora: Jaune?

Ren: What about Jaune?

Oscar: He's BACK!

Nora/Ren: Where?

Oscar: The cafeteria!

Nora basically runs over Oscar in her haste to get to the cafeteria, with Ren lagging behind her by only seconds. Throwing open the double doors, she sees him. Her lost friend and probably the weakest and most unlucky Demon-Hunter the Bureau has.

Nora: Jau.... who the in the hell is that?

Jaune: Hi Nora, oh... um... yeah.... this is Pyrrha.

Nora: How could you bring a Demon into our sanctuary? How Jaune? How?

Jaune: Um... I walked her through the doors?

Ren: I don't think that was what Nora was getting at, Jaune.

Pyrrha: *flexing her great, bat-like wings, her spade tip tail lashing back and forth behind her* I don't like the tone you're taking with my Jauney-wany... You should... apologize.

Nora: Whut?

Pyrrha: Apologize to my husband!

Ren: ...

Nora: How? When? HOW?

Jaune: It's a funny story... um...

Ren: You fell into the Hell-Mouth didn't you?

Jaune: *reaches up and rubs the back of his neck* heh... um... not fell per se... um more like tripped?

Ren: That's the same thing.

Jaune: Well... I tripped and after a longtime to think while tumbled through darkness I landed on *blushes* something soft and cushy...

Nora: Soft and cushy? *Eyes Pyrrha's 'assets'* Right.

Ren: Jaune has she...

Pyrrha: I have not! This cuddley wuddely cutie landed on me, and was so apologetic about it... I just couldn't devour his soul... *blushes* besides no one has EVER touched me the way he did.... it was so invigorating!

Ren: ...

Nora: You face planted into her tits... didn't you?

Jaune: ...

Pyrrha: But that wasn't the most lewd thing he did to me! After ravaging my bountiful bosom... he ... he... *blushes and hides her face behind her clawed hands* ... he...

Nora: Don't say it! We have to remain PG-13!

Pyrrha: HELD MY HAND!

Nora: I said no.... whut? Seriously... what?

Pyrrha: Held my hand. He was so kind and gentle. He didn't judge me, he just accepted me... I felt so warm and safe... it was so EROTIC! I couldn't help myself.... it just... just made me need to keep him in my life!

Ren: ...

Nora: That's what counts as erotic in Hell? What the F!

Jaune: Anyway, after Pyrrha and I talked for a bit, she decided she would help me get back to the mortal realm, but taking me to the gates of the Underworld.... and boy what a trip that was! I thought it was NEVER going to end.

Ren: Jaune... how far did you 'trip'?

Jaune: I don't remember... Pyr what level did you control?

Pyrrha: The ninth.

Ren: ...

Nora: How in the blazes did you get from the Ninth level of Hell to the gates of the Underworld? There's only two of you!

Jaune: Made some friends on the way.

Ren: And these friends, do they happen to be demons as well?

Jaune: Well duh! They were all living in hell.

Ren: Were?

Jaune: *sheepish grin* Well, they all kind of came with me and Pyrrha.

Ren: Came with you?

Jaune: Yes?

Ren: DO I dare ask where they are now?

Jaune: Human Resources.

Ren: Oh, oka... why are they at Human Resources?

Jaune: Getting their ID cards, and filling in their tax forms.

Ren: IDs and Tax forms?

Jaune: Well, they are... um... my wives?

THUD / THUD

Jaune: *worriedly looking at the passed out forms of his friends,* I wonder if they've been working too hard?

Pyrrha: Enough of that now, sweetie. Eat up... you're going to need your strength... *a lecherous grin crossing Pyrrha's features* it is to be our... wedding night after all.

Oscar finally having recovered from being trampled, enters the cafeteria sees Nora and Ren out cold. He shakes his head and walks past, heading for the main doors to the lobby. He pulls one side open and freezes, before stepping back and closing the door softly.

Oscar: I quit.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #lie ren #arkos #oscar pine #who are the other wives?

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cherry-poppins · 1 year

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Drunken Confessions (UF!Sans x Reader)

I'm not good with words but I’ll pour my heart out to you

Drink until my heart and mind are through

I look into your eyes and I see a reflection of mine

I think we’ll be alright

“What do you mean?! Is he alright? Why didn’t you stop him?! Yeah I know it’s your job but still…. yeah yeah I'm on my way, don’t let him leave and keep an eye on him till i get there, i mean it” You hand up the phone with a sigh which quickly turned into a groan. Quickly grabbing your jacket you make your way over to Grillby’s.

You had received a call from Grillby requesting you to pick up Sans, finding out he was more liquor than skeleton and that he didn't want to deal with San's “drunk ass”.

Kicking the snow of your shoes as you enter the bar, scanning the area only to find Sans slumped over the counter giggling to himself. Well at least he was in a good mood this time.

After hearing the door close, his skull lifted a little to glance over at you. His drunk daze melting a little as he grinned happily at you, waving with enthusiasm and winking at you “eyyy! there'z ma babydoll! whut’s happnin’ hot stuff?~”

Oh yeah this was gonna be real fun.

“Saannnsss…..” you let out in a sigh, giving him a sympathetic gaze before asking. “How much have you had to drink?”

“hmm… not nuff.. haha…” he grinned, giggling to himself. He had multiple shot glasses and a half empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight, the complete opposite actually. Yet whenever he did shots that logic seemed to fly out the window. “oh! I forgot to ask; how do ya like my outfit?” he spun around on the bar chair, striking a pose.

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. Followed by a laugh that you were trying so hard to hide. “I think I'd like it a lot better if you were sober, Sans”

“Well where's the fun in dat, eh~

“Oh my sweet drunk, bone boy…” You whispered sweetly, giving him a sweet look. You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was like this. He could get a scolding after his hangover the next morning. “Have you eaten?” You asked as you put your arm around him. He usually forgot to feed himself, something you learned about sans when he got drunk. Which is funny because he loved to eat, anything and everything.

He takes your hand, giving it a light squeeze with his cold bony hand. “Nah, ‘m actually pretty hungry.” He says, glancing at you with his wide eye lights and his goofy grin. “Wanna get a slice of pie and watch tv with me, doll?”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back in recognition. “Pie and Tv sounds fucking amazing right now” you answer as you helped sans out of his chair. “come on you ol’ bag of bones let's get you home”' You paid Sans bill, leaving Grillby a generous tip. Joking that he needed it after tonight, which rewarded you a laugh from the flame monster. A rare treat.

The wind blew, and the snow was falling lightly. It was such a calm, tranquil night. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees, the sounds of crunchy snow under shoes, and the occasional chatter between the two as they walked home.

You breathed in the cold night air, smiling as snowflakes decorated your face, scattering themselves throughout your hair. Looking down at Sans you could help but smile, once again giggling to himself as he recites the worst of puns. With the occasional dad joke or two. They were so bad that you couldn't help but laugh. “So Sans, what were we thinking of watching when we got home?” You ask as you unlock the front door to the house.

He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, watching you make your way into the kitchen. Fetching the two of you big slices of pie “Shitty movie marathon!” He says in a goofy tone, throwing himself onto the couch. He immediately grabs the remote and turns down the tv volume. He snuggles in close, putting his cold hand on your leg.

You could help but grin at this, snuggling him back making a comment how fucking cold his hands weren and taking one of them into your own to warm it up. This was a tradition you and Sans had, every few months you and Sans find shitty movies to watch. Usually found at the dump or given to you by Alphys, binge 'em till they’re either so bad you have to stop watching or you fall asleep…. We always fell asleep. "Yeah, Shitty movie marathon!!" You chanted enthusiastically, handing him a slice of pie.

Sans took his slice of pie stuffing his face quickly, his eyes glued to the screen. He seems like he’s having a good time, occasionally stealing a glance at you with a smile. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, finding San's antics quite charming. You enjoy eating your slice of pie watching a movie about a troll in a city who could magically make flowers grow…. It was horrific but shit talking it with Sans made it all the better. "Still drunk, bone boy?" You couldn't help but ask.

His eyes widened a little bit, freezing in the middle of swallowing a bite of pie. “Uh-“ he swallowed quickly, gulping down the bite of pie “y-yup.” He glanced away quickly, embarrassed and flushed slightly. He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, trying to calm his nerves down. He was never very comfortable telling white lies though… he always feels guilty afterwards… he’s never really gotten any better at them.

You instantly catch onto his lie, his body language and response said it all. Something you picked up with Sans was the lies... Not big ones, lil innocent white lies that everyone tells.But seeing him nervous like that gave you some questions. You thought that was strange, you thought you two were having a good time, what happened. Did you catch him at a bad time? Was he mid thought of something? "You sure? What's up?" You question slightly, giving him a little nudge.

His lips part slightly as he ponders for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. After a couple seconds of hesitating, his face turns a bright shade of red.

“Well…” He starts before turning his gaze. He seems incredibly nervous as his voice gets all scratchy and his hands start to shake slightly. He takes a breath in through his nostrils, letting the air fill his lungs as he pauses. This is unlike the bold and cocky Sans you knew.. But this wasn't new, Sans always had an anxiety issue but he seemed to deal with it very well.

Putting your plate of pie to the side you take both his hands into yours, rubbing your thumbs along his knuckle. You knew Sans was never good with his words, but he was trying. And you did your best to encourage him when he did. "Sans.... you don't have to tell me what’s wrong but....i want to help you, even if it's something i can’t help with perhaps saying it will give you some peace of mind." You look into his eyes gently, leaning your forehead into his. "I promise won't think any less of you"

His eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of breaking down. He opens his mouth a couple times before finding his voice. For a strong skeleton who could wipe out armies with a single attack, he seemed so fragile. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes and says the words.

“What are we?”

oh…

The question completely threw you off guard. So this… this is why he… You didn't know what to say, the look on his face broke your heart. But this explained so much, getting drunk at the bar, the shitty movie marathon which was our tradition!! Why you and Papyrus couldn't find him early that day. Why he was being weird all week! Fuck you were really bad at reading him sometimes.

You always thought you were together, an unspoken thing between you both. Heck even papyrus thought we were already “mates”, as much as you hated the term as it didn't describe your relationship one bit. Reassurance and confirmation is what he wanted. “Well I thought we were together already…. But i’m guessing a verbal confirmation is what you’d like”

He nodded slowly, sweat beading down his skull as he avoided your gaze.

You take his head with your free hand, tilting it up to meet your gaze. You spoke softly and sweetly as he listened to every word.“We’re partners Sans, we may not be like every other couple here in the underground but we do we. We may not do the whole “dating” thing but that doesn't make us any less partners. If you’d like, I can take you out on dates and you may take me out on some if you’d prefer.”

He nodded slowly, whispering a thank you as you ran your thumb along his cheek. That seemed to ease some of his nerves but there was something else. Before you could ask it seemed to already slip outta him.

“I… I think I love you… ”

A beat of silence followed by a blink before the realization hits you. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to find the words. But as his gaze caught yours, you looked at him with wide eyes as his was brimming with tears. The look on his face broke your heart, knowing this was very hard for him to do.Yet you were proud of him for saying so… it was a lot of emotions for you to process. So you did the first thing that came to mind.

“I don't know if this is too soon or if ya not into that shit but i… w-what?” his voice stutters as you pull him into a hug, snuggling into his thick sweater. He tenses at first, unsure how to react but he slowly melts into the hug.

"I love you too ya bone head.....” You whisper to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek “Thank you for telling me"

He seems a bit taken aback by the kiss, completely taken unaware as it landed right on his warm, bony cheek. He’s still completely red in the cheeks, his heart starts racing again. The kiss made it completely skyrocket, feeling all warm underneath his shirt. He was still embarrassed from telling you his feelings because he wasn’t really very good at dealing with his emotions in general…but he wasn’t complaining… just very flustered.

You couldn't help but laugh, overwhelmed with joy. As well as the look on San's face. Huh maybe you should've taken things slow? You weren't exactly the best with relationships, and you were a mess but... Sans said he loved you.... that was good enough for you. " So how are we gonna do this, Now that we’re officially dating?" you couldn't help but ask, slightly nervous. It's not like things were going to be any different right?

“Well… what do you wanna do?” He says, grinning. His eyes are completely locked on yours with a shy, flirty look in his eyes as he takes your hands in his once again. “I mean do we do what we’ve always done? Or like…” his cheeks start getting red again, him still having to get used to all the lovey-dovey couple stuff that went with dating.

You couldn't help but mimic San's shyness, instinctively averting your eyes occasionally looking back. You weren't usually this nervous, but you weren't used to “proper” relationships or dating... or couple stuff.... You felt a little overwhelmed. You didn't know why, you were fine just before thinking that you two were together. Why should it be any different now? "Um.... im not sure.. also for the record i'm not really good at the whole lovey-dovey dating thing.... I would be just fine if we didnt what we’ve been doing ya know? " you say anxiously, your voice trailing off at the end. Your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest... and your stomach felt kinda sick.

“Like yeah I steal your sweater and stuff, you and I flirt and make lewd comments back and forth. we cuddle a lot, occasionally get touchy and shit but I can't….. I don't know if I can do uh…I can’t…”

Sans eyes widened as you spoke, kinda understanding what you were getting at. He gently stroked his phalanges along your knuckles. He reached his free hand out to stroke the side of your face tenderly. His fingers were cold but soothing on your skin, stopping you mid ramble. He could already tell that you really had no idea about romance or all the cutesy coupley stuff and that you were uncomfortable or unsure about doing anything more.

He sighed as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. “Darlin’ we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t wanna do. ‘Kay?”

You thank him slightly, hugging his arms around your waist. Grateful that you didn't need to explain yourself and that he was already on board. You look up at him, grinning as he flashed his pretty smile, his gold tooth glinting in the light. You felt safe in his arms, loved under his gaze. And you know too that he felt loved by you. You close your eyes as you hear Sans purr softly, feeling the vibrations from his rib cage against your back. It’s like everything is okay when you’re with Sans.

… You two were going to be fine

Authors Note:

I wasn't expecting to write another Underfell Sans oneshot and yet here we are…. i also have another oneshot for him lined up but that's gonna be a while. I guess he's my favourite right now? writing wise anyways, I'm trying give love to my other skeletons such as UF and US papyrus, a US Sans oneshot that was requested, Some FSG Sans because theres is not enough content for my man and im so upset!! Like come on!! I'm trying to write as much as i can but its hard because motivation has been lacking and I've been working late nights at my job but hopefully i'll write more soon. Y'all seemed to enjoy my last UF Sans oneshot so hopefully you'll like this one. :) <3 (have i edited this, yes. Do i think its shit writing…. also yes. But i swear i need to post it because this one is "finished" and if i dont post this one now imma still be editing and rewriting it for another few months)

#fell sans #underfell sans #underfell sans x reader #fell sans x reader #sans x reader #uf sans #x reader #underfell oneshot #underfell imagines #<3

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t0ast-ghost · 19 days

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S2 Episode 9 (Metamorphosis) Wait wait wait. I'm watching this episode on April 5th, this is so special (I know this won't be posted till days later but holy crap):

- I like hows there's just a mission that somehow requires the captain, first officer, and head medical officer to be on the same shuttle escorting one person

- I will not blame McCoy for anything (sorry. not sorry actually)

- They always take the Galileo

- Oooh pretty lighting

- "I'm not imagining you am I?" "We're real enough." Kirk what kind of fucking answer is that?

- "Food to a starving man. All of you." Saying this after he just shook Spock's hand is crazy…

- They’re conferring

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- So the companion wants.. companions?

- SPOCK ITS BEHIND YOU

- The companion snap crackle popped the shuttle and Spock

- “It attacked you?!” Bones is shocked. “I’m not a scientist or a physicist, Mr Spock.” He says this with a smile and it’s such a moment between them

- This episode is like “if you love me let me go” and it’s such a deep love between them and holy shit

- hey siri what’s a “Judas Goat”?

- THEY FUCKING SHOT HIM

- McCoy watching his boyfriends die and begging the companion to stop

- “It isn’t your fault.” “I’m in command, Bones. It makes it my fault.” “How do you fight a thing like that?” “Maybe you’re a soldier so often that you forget you were also trained to be a diplomat.” Bones advice!

- Okay it just violently goes back to Scotty’s log. YESS UHURA AND SULU CONTENT!

- “It’s a big galaxy, Mr. Scott.” “Aye…”

- McCoy’s just standing there looking pretty next to Spock and Kirk in this episode, isn’t he?

- “The idea of male and female are universal constants, Cochrane.” Bull fucking shit, mate

- “You’re not a pet. You’re not a specimen kept in a cage. You’re a lover.” “I’m a whut!?”

“For all these years, I’ve let something as alien as that crawl around inside me, into my mind, my feelings…” So he wasn’t upset when he thought he was being treated as a caged animal/pet by a male or non gendered entity, but as soon as it’s a woman who’s in love with him... (its fair that he’s freaking out but like…what?)

- The boyfriend’s explaining why this guy should continue to date the cloud of sparkles. McCoy and Spock can agree on smt at least

- “No. I- I don’t want to die. I’ve been good at my job. But… I’ve never been in love. Never. What kind of life is that? Not to be loved. Never to have shown love. And he runs away from love.” This is such a heartbreaking and beautiful scene from the Ambassador

- “Companion, do you love the man?” “I do not understand.” “Is he important to you? More important than anything? Is he… as though he were apart of you?” SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP WHAT IS THIS

- “But you can’t really love him. You haven’t the slightest knowledge of love— the total union of two people. You are the companion, he is the man. You are two different things. You can’t join. You can’t love. You may keep him here forever. But you will always be separate. Apart from him.”

- Jim just poured his fucking heart out and we know it was about them I’m dying and crying about this

- “What did you hope to gain by that, Jim?” “Try to convince her of the hopelessness of it. Love sometimes expresses itself in sacrifice. I thought maybe if she loved him… She’d let him go.” Oh my the parallels of it. This is about Spock and McCoy. He wants to be with them, but he knows he can’t let them go and so he sacrifices himself for them. Leave me alone in this hole of misery and self deceit.

- Loneliness, oh god the loneliness. Her eyes show so much in this scene

- I love when bones stands there like a NPC or lego character (oh my god I want a Bones Lego figurine)

- I’m just going to say it. I think this guy is bisexual. And it’s not just because of the colour of the sky.

- “As long as you grow old together.” You know who grows old together…. I’m fucking going I’m going off. Spock, McCoy, and Kirk grow old together (is what I’m getting at)

What.. what happened to me. This episode.. bye…

(Edit: I know canonically they’re not dating but I like to take all the evidence I can to support it. So if some of this stuff is a bit nonsensical… I’m sleep deprived as shit and it’s finals)

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Episode written by Gene L. Coon

#Youtube #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #s'chn t'gai spock #spock #tos mccoy #tos bones #leonard bones mccoy #zefram cochrane

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I edited this post with my (essentially) finished paint job as well as a rundown of how I got crushed in the first game, in case you're curious to hear about my utter failure that kept me from posting this for a week, lol. If you're not, there's smut after this Keep Reading line

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, anal

(Story Index)

On the table again…

You rub at your temples and finish stepping out of your shorts. You’re hearing a lot of things that feel rather unnecessary, and frankly, you’re more than a bit tired. “Can we just… let’s go with the table again.”

Joy snorts back a laugh and nods. “Sure thing, master.” And with that, she floats into the air again, drifts horizontally over your head, and settles onto her back on the table. The mug of tea lands next to her face and a curly straw appears, allowing her to sip at it without getting up. She points her legs straight toward the ceiling, blocking her face from view, and, like a dancer—imagine that—, she slowly spreads them to either side. Her ass is still plugged, and her lack of a vagina is still very weird.

“Not trying to be presumptuous with the missionary position, master. Just thought you might like to see how my titties bounce this time. Or feel them. They’re yours to do with as you please, after all. Like the rest of me is.”

You step up and pull the plug out of her ass, taking a bit less time to appreciate the beauty of the action than before, as you’re just in it for the fucking this time. You take note of the brief deluge of your cum that follows, but ultimately pay it no mind, shoving your cock past it and into Joy’s butt.

For a second, Joy gargles sensually, but then swallows the mouthful of tea and moans instead.

It’s just as effortless as the first time, fucking Joy’s asshole. You glide in and out, getting massaged all the way. You could get used to this.

And yup, you’re used to it! You’ve already grown accustomed to it. It’s only been like half an hour since meeting Joy, and you can see yourself buried in her ass for probably forever. Not that you’ll literally do that. Probably.

Joy pulls her legs up a bit, and you take in the view except for her weird lack of pussy. Her thighs jiggle with each of your thrusts, her lips gape as she pants, and her boobs tempt you with their bounces. She did specifically say she was getting on her back so you could see them, and she did say they were yours, so…

You lean forward, scooping Joy’s tits into your palms. They’re just barely too large for your hands, which, as you think about it, doesn’t quite make sense as a measurement for boobs. It’s not clear exactly how you’re supposed to define a handful. Like, Joy’s tits aren’t that big. If you had to guess, they’re even a little smaller than the average (or so you assume from all the porn you watch). With the way they spread out from your fingers a bit as you squeeze though, you're not so sure you can call them a handful or even know exactly where to measure from. The bottom of the tit is pretty easy to determine, but where it ends on top is more nebulous. You could measure a handful if they were upright and you were behind her, cupping them. You suspect then she’d be just about a handful, but so could any number of other boob sizes. You might have to start specifying between heaping, rounded, and leveled handfuls perhaps, like in recipes. Then, of course, you’d need to take into account the size of your hand—

“Something on your mind, master?”

Options:

Yes. It’s time to go to a strip club, so you can take some scientific measurements. Right after you’re finished here.

Oh shit, right! You’re supposed to be meeting with a friend of yours tonight! Right after you’re finished here.

Suddenly you want to bake something. Tell her to help you bake something. Right after you’re finished here.

You’re still thinking about other exotic fucking locations. That was the second place vote… You don’t even have to finish here.

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lunathebee · 2 years

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Pairing: Marc Spector x florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)

Warning: fluff (no I mean, me trying to write fluff for the first time), Steven loves his burrito, Layla doesn't exist just for the sake of this story

A/n: THIS IS PART 1, I repeat PART 1 😭😭😭 Istg I messed up some stuff and I have no choice but to write a bit more and call it a day, I am terribly sorry, part 2 will be post soon!

Summary: For the first time ever, Steven might be better at talking to a girl than Marc, but that doesn't mean Marc just gonna stand and watch him does so.

Steven is chewing down on a vegan burrito, talking to Gus about how his day at the museum went when suddenly Marc speaks up. "Steven, since when do you like flowers so much?"

It was a totally random and offset question for Steven, but not for Marc though, he is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it in the most subtle way.

"Oh whut? You mean those books? They're not mine, Y/n was kind enough to let me borrow it, nice to learn something besides just alien and Egyptian mythology init?" Steven smiles when mentioning your name, taking another big bite from the burrito while Marc is still starting at the big pile of books about floriography.

"And... who is Y/n?" Marc asked while trying his best to be clueless, of course he knows Y/n; she owns a small flower shop on the road where Steven takes the bus to work every day, always looking so perfect and flawless at 7 a.m.

Sometimes Marc feels a teeny tiny bit guilty about how he takes over the body whenever the bus gets near to Y/n's flower shop, and after a few seconds of staring, hoping to see you, he gave the body back to Steven, leaving the British man confused like a deer in front of a headlight.

"Oh Y/n is this absolutely wonderful florist that I met when I tried to find some flowers for my first date that... didn't go quite as well as you remember..." To be honest, Steven just wants to eat his burrito in peace and finish it quickly, but if the topic is about Y/n and not Khonsu then he would be glad to join in.

"Ah well then, I was wondering if you could introduce --- " Marc's voice starts to fade out because Steven is too into the burrito.

But wait, why is he eating this burrito so fast in the first place? Steven thinks to himself for a moment, and the memory of Donna talking to him floods into his mind, making him yell out. "OH BLOODY HELL, DONNA PUT ME ON INVENTORY TONIGHT, I gotta go now talktoyoulaterMarc!!" Steven bolted out the door, clutching his work bag, leaving Marc *behind* disappointed; perhaps he could continue this conversation with Steven over the weekend?

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"No way... Marc, are you serious? You have a crush on Y/n?!" Steven can't believe what Marc has told him, this is even more shocking than the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.

"That is a childish way to say how a man is interested in a woman Steven, and I swear if you laugh at me-"

"No no no, why would I? Wow, good for you mate. I thought you would stick to fighting forever! With that silly old birb Khonsu, am I right Gus? " Steven exclaimed while sprinkling some fish food into the tank and missed how annoyed Marc looked.

'Tch, gimme a break' Marc thinks to himself while thinking about what Steven has said. Did he really spend that much time being an avatar? To the point where he gets lovestruck and doesn't even know how to talk to a girl?

"The main point is are you gonna introduce me to her or not?"

Steven feels strange after hearing Marc say that, what now? A guy who is not afraid of fighting and blood is scared of this sweet florist girl? "Why don't you just... introduce YOURSELF to her? Besides, I wouldn't know how to explain to her that you and I are basically the same, but at the same time we are not, bit odd init?"

Steven has a point though, it would be harder and more confusing if he told you about Marc. It seems like the only option left is for Marc to say hi to you himself (even if he wants to or not). God, how Marc wishes Monday would just come soon so he can meet you.

#marvel moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x y/n #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #moonkight #fluff #oscar isaac

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drpoisonoaky · 6 months

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Sometimes when you’re in a relationship you forget to tell people…or that’s is a thing that has happened to Kara and Barbara. So as two mature adults they decide that the best option is to try to gaslight everyone. Spoiler: it usually doesn’t work.[Part.2]

———— Dick Grayson

Babs: What kind of jewelry could I buy from someone who flies at supersonic speed?

Dick: Rings.

Babs: Ugh but the fights.

Dick: Mmm… wait why would you- OMG IT’S HAPPENING?!

Babs: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Dick: Are you asking Kara out?

Babs: I’m asking out…my girlfriend?

Dick: Oh nonono don’t try to gaslight me Barbara. We haven’t talked about this before and you know it. So your girlfriend already? Good job.

Babs, trying to gaslight him: Of course we have talked about it.

Dick: Look try to gaslight me as much as you want but I know you Barbara and you didn’t tell me shit about Kara and you dating, Barbara.

Dick: So you should do it now, Barbara.

Babs: Stop using my full name.

Dick: Sure but go on.

Babs: You know it’s extremely weird that you are so invested in your ex-girlfriend and her new girlfrie-

Dick: My dad dresses up as a bat and beats people every night since I was kid I think we’re good.

Babs: Touché.

———— Bruce and Damian Wayne

Bruce: Supergirl, what’s the matter?

Kara, who was sleeping on the couch: Whut?

Damian: Why are you here?

Kara, still half asleep: Sleep?

Bruce: Here?

Kara: Yes?

Damian: Did you have a rough mission?

Kara: No?

Bruce: Is Barbara in trouble?

Kara: I hope not.

Damian:

Bruce:

Kara:

Babs, under Kara and with her eyes closed: CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT UP I’M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE, SHE’S COZY AND SHE NEEDS TO STAY RIGHT HERE

Damian:

Bruce:

Kara: Can you please come back later? Or tomorrow? It’s bedtime and as you see she needs it.

Bruce: Sure.

Damian: But father we need to-

Bruce: Later, now we have to call Clark.

———— Dinah Lance

Dinah: Hey beautiful what do you have for me?

Babs: Her friend was found dead in an alley so it seems-

Dinah: You know your neck is covered in hickeys like a horny teenager, right?

Babs: *sighs* She never listens.

Dinah: and by she we’re talking about…?

Babs: Kara obviously.

Dinah: Are you trying to pretend I already know this piece of information so I can’t tease you about it?

Babs:

Babs: Is it working?

Dinah: Yes.

Babs: Wait, really?

Dinah: Of course not you asshole. We talk, I tease you. Then you call Kara. Then I tease you both and then you both catch this dude to compensate your shitty move.

Babs: Deal.

Dinah: First things first. Is it because she’s blonde or the muscles...?

#batman #lgbtq #barbara gordon #kara danvers #supergirl #karababs #supergordon #oracle #dick grayson #nightwing #black canary #dinah lance #batfamily #batfam #robin #damian wayne #karababs tales

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rachelsdamhairbrush · 9 months

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SCREW CANON give me Tara and Oz becoming friends

ok so at first oz probably was mad at tara..cause i mean it’s his ex’s new girlfriend and kinda why he got broken up with

(lets pretend that oz’s weird werewolf fling didn’t happen and neither did he attack tara) (though willow is a lesbian so they probably would have broken up eventually but anyway)

tara (being tara) doesn’t want oz to hate her. she gets that he could be mad and needs some space but and she can’t help but feeling that it’s her fault and that she ruined everything but she really doesn’t want him to hate her for the rest of time.

willow is probably reassuring tara that it’s not her fault and that oz isn’t going to hate her for the rest of time..hopefully. but that he just needs some space.

tara and willow probably go back and forth reassuring each other that everything will be ok as willow just broke up with her boyfriend of like 2 years and tara feels like she’s the whole reason they they broke up and that everything is falling apart

(if you can’t tell i have no idea how to do these posts)

ANYWAY…. idk what else to write but i feel like oz and tara would forge a bond and somehow end up having a shared interest in like The Rocky Horror Picture Show (i have no idea why but the thought appeared in my head once and it never left)

but like imagine tara running into oz and just rambling about how she doesn’t want him to hate her and she’s really sorry about things..etc.. and oz is just like i don’t hate you tara and stuff but ANYWAY they somehow get on the topic of the RHPS and Willow eventually calls tara (screw a timeline) like “uhhh where are u i got back to the room and you weren’t here but you haven’t showed up so i just wanted to check in” and tara is like “oh yeah sorry i’m fine i just got sidetracked talking to oz” and willow is just like …uhhh whut

#this made no sense whatsoever #well #ANYWAY #btvs #oz btvs #btvs oz #tara maclay #tara mclay #daniel osbourne #willow rosenberg #tillow #buffy the vampire slayer

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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I went down a rabbit hole on penis subincision, which lead to an edu article on sexual behavior in indigenous Hawaiian populations. (By Milton Diamond if you feel an urge to google). The article talked about how it was normal and even encouraged in a lot of these cultures for young people to engage in homosexual acts for the purpose exploring each other and simply having fun. This, in turn, reminded me of an assertion that Mark Thompson made in his book, Gay Spirit: Myth and Meaning...

....I’m not sure if you’ve read Thompson’s work but you posted passages from his book a while back. He compares the rejection a fixed gender identity and the phenomenon of "changing" to the archetypal definition of being a shaman, which is kind of fine. But then he goes on to claim that Diné (Navajo) people had a cross-dressing shamanic priesthood of gay people (the nadle) until white colonialism destroyed the tradition. Which, frankly, was a claim that I initially dismissed as...

…a gay white dude making things up until this whole subincision thing made me go look into it more closely. There are in fact many detailed articles on this. (They’re called Nádleehi, not nadle in these papers). So what I want to ask is if anyone knows exactly how common it was for LGBT+ to be accepted in non-colonial populations. Because I was under the impression that the consistent natural reaction to queerness in almost every human culture is to eradicate it.

Nonnie... WHUT?

YES, oh my god, a ton of cultures were okay with some form of something we would today see as queer.

YES, colonialism routinely wiped this out or at least tried to, and many of the places doing the colonizing also stamped out their own ancient traditions.

I don't recall that particular book or quoting it, but I post a lot.

It's not as clear-cut as total acceptance or acceptance of all forms of queerness. A common format is some kind of third gender role for nonconforming or trans or intersex people, often a combination of what we'd see today in the West as femme gay men and heterosexual trans women. Sometimes, this third gender had a specific social role, like shaman or entertainer. The modern split between gender identity and sexual orientation is not really how people saw it in a lot of past cultures (or, hell, in plenty of modern ones outside of the mainstream Western world).

When I was 14, I was fucking obsessed with this academic book of compiled journal articles called Third Sex, Third Gender: Beyond Sexual Dimorphism in Culture and History.

In terms of binary m/m interactions... uh... Ancient Greece is right there. Did you... miss that?

Historically, Japan was all about it being manly to fuck dudes because they didn't have girl cooties until the Meiji Restoration. Similarly to Ancient Greece, it was unmanly to take it up the ass as a grown man, but that's different from m/m sex in general being a problem. As with many societies outside of the mainstream West post... like... mid 19thC, m/m sex was seen as something you did, not something you were.

Medieval Europe would have kicked your ass for "sodomy", including oral with your spouse, which also falls under that term in that period, but they still wouldn't have thought a man was "gay" for fucking men. They'd have thought he was falling prey to a common sin that any man could potentially be tempted into. Sexual orientation is pretty much not a thing until after we get psychology as a science.

China got more homophobic over the dynasties. There was a time that the emperor's boyfriends were in the fucking history books along with his baby mamas. That's where we get the term "cut sleeve" from.

We don't tend to know what f/f stuff was going on in most times and places because most of the written record is men writing about their dicks.

Modern Thailand has all kinds of interesting things going on, and that whole region of SE Asia has had at points, though the more colonialism, the more local shit got suppressed. I can't speak to the total accuracy, but here's a wikipedia article on gender identities in Thailand.

Tibetan monasteries had abbots openly promoting their boyfriends. As long as you were doing it between the thighs and not touching icky girls, it was fine.

American Indian cultures are well known to have had fucktons of priesthoods/shamans of that type. It wasn't every group. Some were more prone to punishing gender nonconformity. AFAIK, a specific variant role for AMABs is more common than just letting people do whatever. In some, you could become a shaman, but they also tended to scapegoat the shamans in times of crisis. I'm no expert. I'd look up what modern two-spirit people have to say about their cultural traditions along with journal articles. The historical record is fragmentary and full of missionaries' unhelpful opinions.

Humans do often punish difference, but tons of cultures didn't see m/m sex or some specific form of third gender as anomalous. A ton probably didn't care about f/f sex, though it's harder to tell.

Gender conformity is often enforced... but why on earth would you assume most cultures only have 2 and that they map exactly onto our modern ideas of gender?

Seriously, nonnie, where have you been?

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The thing is, see, some people are very into that ending because "omg god of stories!!11!" which I'll grant is a cool concept but

as with so many other things in S2 this is a case of fandom explaining something to each other that is not actually what we saw. I mean to me it looks like the lad's just stuck on a chair holding some string for all eternity, not actually doing anything other than gazing at his friends from a distance. Which is horrible! I hate it, that's so depressing!

But like. There's so many things we keep asking each other about and the answer is just a headcanon we came up with to cover the gaping holes in the actual story. They didn't even bother to explain why Loki started time-slipping in the first place, but you can bet on a confident answer if you ask the right viewer. There was a lot of stuff that just happens and then either doesn't get explained or simply vanishes from the story or both. WTF was going on with Brad & Dox? Why did Ravonna pop up at the end and do nothing?

And why - this is my main bitterness cos My Fave - was Sylvie sidelined all season, suddenly demoted to some sort is-she-isn't-she motivation to make Loki feel sad and become a tree? And even that's mostly relying on stuff from the previous season, since they barely had a proper conversation at all. And when we go back to the citadel HWR has suddenly lost interest in Sylvie other than whether she'll kill him, because oh apparently it's just the man one who was important all along, let's freeze the woman in the background so she doesn't get in the way of our man-to-man discussion of serious topics with her silly murderous rage. The romance angle is reduced but not actually removed, in a way that means Sylvie has to just sort of hang around while plot happens, appearing once an episode and then pissing off again ASAP because oh no we might have to mention the kissing thing one way or the other.

Also: no Alligator Loki. Which I say as a joke but also I mean it, because the variants stuff was one of the bits I was really into and that entire concept was just not mentioned this time. Also apparently you can't really escape your destiny, your worst fears will become real but it's okay because you can watch your former friends live without you while you're stuck on a chair forever??? Whut?? That's a cruel ending, yet apparently it's popular because... power-up? Apparently? But I'd only know that if I was into comics and was willing to just fill the gaps in a specific way.

So like. I am not what you'd call enthused. What a fucking miserable ending!

#loki spoilers #loki series negativity #i am become hater bringer of hate lol #loki season 2 #i think mobius was quite short-changed too btw but he was never a fave so i mind less (sorry)

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dangermousie · 5 months

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I watched ep 2 and I am dropping Welcome to Samdalri. There is nothing particularly wrong with it but there is nothing particularly right either.

Like with the director's past Forecasting Love and Weather, I can't really point towards anything massive I dislike but it just doesn't keep my attention at all. I don't dislike these people or this narrative but I don't in the least care either.

I find slice of life are rarely done in a way that appeals to me and I find romcoms are rarely done in a way that appeals to me. When you combine the two, it has every chance of ending my least favorite genre except slasher horror or similar. It's not that I can't like it when done to specs - Hometown Cha Cha Cha or When the Camelia Blooms were both favorites, and so were Worlds Within, Run On and Our Blues, though those latter three were melancholy slices of life, not romcoms.

But more often than not, that subgenre falls flat for me, and I am afraid WtS is joining those ranks.

One final gripe before I leave the tag - are we expected to believe that supposedly a well-adjusted attractive 38 year old man did not date anyone, not even once, for 8 years after his break up with his gf? WHUT!!! I can buy this from a character with incredible trauma or a very specific intense personality (Doctor Stranger or My Beautiful Bride or HCCC) or in some setting where dating is not really an easy option (supernatural being that can't date due to type of critter you are or time travel issues or w/e, period setting, prison whatever) or if he's so busy building a career/raising a kid but it seems utterly bizarre for a nice, decently-adjusted, good-looking, free-time-having man. I don't get it. I would have found this much more believable if they both had some relationships that did not work out.

Oh well, I am fond of the actors so I want the drama to do well. Just without me.

#kdrama #welcome to samdalri

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brrrkdslek · 8 months

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QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 028 — MUTHER DID WHUT⁉️🫠

you turn your attention from your phone to the tv. you watched as your members smiled and bowed before leaving the stage, feeling your stomach churn at the sight of them being on stage performing while you couldn't.

the mcs announced the next group, which was ateez. your worries and doubts came rushing into your brain. when would you be able to go back on stage? will you even have the chance to go back?

you bit your lip in frustration as you turn your attention back to the tv, smiling to yourself when you see them onstage. you sway side to side as bouncy starts to play. you listen to the music and their singing while watching them perform.

as seonghwa's part came on, you bounced excitedly on the sofa. you always loved his part, you loved the rap, the beats and oh lord his vocals. it gets you every time. suddenly, your phone rang beside you. you looked at the unknown number on your phone, swallowing nervously you picked up the phone.

"hello?" "is this l/n y/n?" you bit your lip anxiously, "ah, yes. who is this?" "i'm a nurse calling from bucheon hospital. i assume your mother is l/n minji, correct?" you mumbled a small yes before she continued, "we found her in her apartment this morning passed out. we conducted some tests and would appreciated if you could come over-"

you dropped your phone. what? wait- what did she say? you glanced back at the tv as seonghwa shot a finger heart towards the camera, smiling sweetly. normally you would've captured a picture and giggled to yourself.

suddenly your legs started moving on its own. you scrambled into your shared bedroom with chaewon as you got dressed, as if on autopilot.

you dashed out of the dorms in a hurry with tears prickling your eyes. you ran to the nearest bus station. the timing was perfect as a bus arrived immediately. you bit your lip, peeling off your dead skin under your mask.

you sniffled and wiped your face as you looked out the window. there was really no reason for you to go nor cry for her, since she practically ruined your life. your eyelids felt heavy as you leaned against the window and drifted to sleep.

you sprinted towards the hospital when you arrived, taking you one hour and fifteen minutes. the nurse quickly walked you down the hallways leading to your mom's hospital room as she explained her situation.

"i don't know if you know but ms. l/n is an alcoholic, smoker and drug addict. as you know, these addictions take quite the toll on a woman her age. and―" your eyes widen and you feel your heart drop. you don't know why, you suddenly felt scared, terrified even.

she sighed and stopped in front of her room. she rubbed your shoulder as she continued, "―she only has one to two months left to live... we tried everything- her body's just too damaged for anything, i'm sorry."

you looked down for a moment before nodding your head, "i'll leave you be now." you walked in as she closed the door behind you. you stare at your sleeping mother's body and cringed physically.

she looked so different from the last time you had seen her, which was over five years ago. you sat on the chair at her bedside and held her cold and boney hand in yours.

you tear up as you look at the tubes in her nose and the iv which was stabbed into her wrist. she looked, absolutely terrible... for some reason you felt bad, as if it was your fault.

you rubbed her hand, trying to squeeze in some warmth. she slowly opened her eyes as you stayed quiet, waiting for something. her eyes soften for a split second when she saw you, only to tear her hand away from yours as she adjusts the bed to sit up.

you sighed and stood up, "what are you doing here?" you rolled your eyes as that was the first thing she said to you after almost five fucking years. you walked towards the large window and looked out of it.

you stared at a woman with a small child in the garden, you couldn't hear it but you knew they were laughing. the elder began chasing the small child around as they played, you always wanted to play with your mother too.

even before your brother was born, she was never the affectionate type. she never showed that she cared and only ever yelled at you when you made mistakes. it hurt you physically and emotionally.

but what hurt the most was when she'd beat you after your dad left. apparently when he found out your mother was pregnant again, he decided to leave her. typical bastard. you never minded until your brother was born.

you were actually surprised when you found that he was healthy when he was born. of course, your mother still beat you despite having his around. not that you expected anything different. "did you know?"

she knew well what you meant and only glared at you for a second before nodding. "what? why would you- i..." you were flabbergasted. she knew she was dying and still drank her ass off? what? you didn't understand. no, you couldn't understand.

she turned away at your burning gaze, "it doesn't matter if i tell you now, does it?" your brows furrowed as you clenched your fists. "what, what do you mean?" "you never told me when you ran away either, so why should i?"

you scoffed, "how can you be so petty when your life is literally on the line?" she turned to you, offended. "me? i'm being petty? what about you―" she stood up and walked towards you.

jabbing her finger into your chest as she glared at you, "―who abandoned her family and kidnapped her brother, huh? how about that?" you felt your face grow hotter by the minute.

you slapped her hand away, how could she say that? "you're seriously using that? actually, tell me. why did we even need to run away in the first place?"

you crossed your arms and leaned against the window as she sat on the chair. "hmm, i don't know. maybe because you abused us and refused to take him to a hospital when he needed to?" your brows knit together as you watched her.

"you know why i couldn't bring him to a hospital, y/n. don't bring that into this." "money was not the problem, you were the problem! you refused to take care of him because of that bastard!" her eyes widen as hot tears rolled down your face.

"i was so worried! i watched him cough blood for the next two weeks, because you don't do anything other than fucking beat us up!" you kicked the chair as it crashed on the ground.

"do you even- are you even glad that we're doing well?" "i am." "no you're not. you fucking liar." you grabbed your purse before leaving the hospital.

you were flustered at what you did back there. you snapped at her and walked out. she was the one who always walked out on you ever since you became a self-functional child, but you had never walked out before.

she always forgot to pick you up after kindergarten and missed most of your graduations, so you never expected her to be around anyways.

as you neared your station, you pull out your phone to find swarms of messages from all your colleagues. you were really tired and decided to drop by at boomi's hospital before heading back.

you sent a short message to manager park to reassure him your safe and sound before switching off your phone. you really didn't want to hear another notification pop up as of now.

it was around 7pm when you arrived at the hospital. you entered his room seeing the boy curled up in his blankets and stuffie, snoring quietly.

you giggled at the sight before sitting next to him, stroking his head. he suddenly cracked an eye open, startling you. "baby- oh, did i wake you?" "mmh, no..." he rubbed his eyes before sitting up.

"i missed you..." he mumbled and crawled on your lap, getting comfortable. "i missed you too bub, get back to bed, okay?" you put him back to bed as you readied yourself to leave.

just then, he reached a hand out to tug on your sleeve, "can you stay tonight? i really missed you, noona..." he shot you the cutest puppy eyes, immediately stabbing an arrow through your heart.

you got comfortable beside him as you put him to bed. humming soft tunes and melodies before drifting off yourself.

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#ateez smau #hongjoong x reader #jongho x reader #san x reader #seonghwa x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #yeosang x reader #yunho x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez

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apupp3tw0-strings · 3 months

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Exclusive Interview with Spamton G. Spamton

Date: October 12th, 2131

Today Papa and Dadaton have mostly been sorting out logistics stuff, figuring out how the whole Spamton situation is gonna work, some ground rules and expectations, some schedule stuff to make sure some one's around to watch him and figuring out days for regular check-ins/therapy talks... it all seemed really boring to me and I didn't get half of it so I decided to go do something else.

Specifically, I decided to have a little interview with Spamton. There were a lot of questions I felt I needed answers to, however I knew it'd be rude to just jump straight into sensitive topics. Additionally, I felt since its gonna be living with us now for the time being, I may as well try to get to know my puppet pal a little better.

So here's how that went.

Q: Good morning Spamton. How are you doing today?

A: HEY H3Y IF IT ISBT ThE [City in a Garden]]!! WHUT CAN [Yours truly] DO YA 4 KID?

Q: I just had a few questions for you, if you don't mind. Sorta like an interview.

A: AN [Exclusive interview with] ME?!? AHAJEHAHAHA!! OF CORSE [[Little City]]! [Send your questions below]!

Q: Awesome! Then let's just start with the first question I got down here. Your full name is Spamton G. Spamton, correct?

A: U BET UR [[Low rank currency]]!SPAMTON G. SPAMTON! EVERY 'S FAVORIT [Number1RatedSalesman] [[circa1997]]!

Q: Putting aside the fact your first and last names are the same for now, what does the "G" stand for?

A: TEH [[G]]? AHAHEHAJAHA! I HAVE N0 CLUE. [@gmail.com]? [The Greatest th1ng you've seen on ]? Y? WUTS THE [g] IN [Chicago, IL] G BLU K STAND 4?

Q: Oh, what's MY middle name? Uh, Ghost. Well, that or Garamond. My dads couldn't really decide when I was born so it sorta stands for both.

A: THEN SHUDN:T IT B CHICAG0 [[GG]] BLO0K?

Q: Gyeh heh! Maybe. Anyways, next question. So you've mentioned a few times that you used to be a "Big Shot", or some big and famous, kinda like my Dadaton is out here in the Light World. Can you tell me a little bit more about that?

A: AHEAHAHAJA! OH B0Y CAN I EVR!! BACK IN TGE [Good ol days] I USED 2 BE ON TOP OF THE [[World Wide Web]] KID! BIG [Deals] BIG [Cars] BIG [All included stay at] QUEEN'S MAN SION! I WAZ FINALLY A [Big Shot], I HAD IT [[All u c0uld want & more!]] AND I DID IT @LL W/0UT TEH [Help Wanted] OF THOSE [[Backstabbing]] GELUS [All we do is ] 2!

Q: Riiiiiight. The Addisons. I heard you were like them though, before your rise to fame at least. What was your relationship like with them before everything went down?

A: K1D UR GONNA NEED 2 BE A LOT MOAR [Item specifications]. THEREZ AL0T OF [[Your Ad Here!]]

Q: Fine. Specifically the ones you worked with. Click? Flash? ... (I didn't get the names of the other two...)

A: ... [Clear Cache] & [[Ad Banner]]. I D0N;t WABT 2 [Talk 2 a licensed prof3ssional] A BOUT TH0sE [[Traitors]].

Q: Okay, fair, fair. Touchy subject. Should've probably expected that. Especially after what I heard about your guys fall out and how they sorta... um, abandoned you. I, my bad. L-let's just move on to another question.

A: AHAHAHEHA! Y3S! LET'S.

Q: Um, okay, here we go! You seem to like cars alot. You've especially mentioned them in great lengths when talking about your "Big Shot Era". Do you have a favorite model?

A: Y MY FAVRITE IS N0NE OTHER THAN TGE [[Brand New!!!]] [Ride around town in our] SPECIL [[1997 Cungadero]]! THIS [Sweet Ride] WILL MAKe ALL UR [Hopes and Dreams] COME TRYE WHILE [Ride] LEIK A [[Sweat Dream]] 2! FOR ONLY [10 easy payment of] [[666]] KROMER TGIS [Dalmatian puppies] CAN BEE YOURS 2DAY!!

Q: Ah. I've uh, never heard of that car but, um, cool! So then, hopping back to before your Big Shot days real quick, what did you used to do before selling cars and stuff?

A: THAT'S [Lemon Squ33zy]! I USED TO BE NOTHING BUT THE E_MAIL GUY, NOW I'M THE [[It Burns! Ow! Stop! Help Me! It Burns!]] GUY!

Q: . . . Ooookay then. I think that moves us to another question I've been curious about. What... what's with the burning?

A: WHAT [[Oh God! Help! Please stop! Help! It Burns!]]ING?

Q: That! I... Spamton. Yesterday you stared directly at the sun for several minutes. That HURTS. I know from experience that staring directly at the sun will like, burn your eyes.

A: AHEAHAHAHA! [[Amazed at thi5 amazing transformation? You too can]] HAVE A [[Communion]] WITH [[Unintelligble Laughter]]!

Q: I... (Now I'm even more confused...) okay let's just move on. Okay um... no, no, deeeefinitely not... I... what was your with last night?

A: L4ST [Alone on a Friday Night?]

Q: Yeah. Do you remember what happened last night? When you woke me up?

A: AHEAHAHAEHAHA! KID I HAVE NO [Inn0vative new ideas] WHA uR [Chat w/ our esteamed representative!]

Q: The- the ringing? You mentioned ringing. You said it would stop and told me not to pick up, you don't remember that??

A: . . .

Q: S-spamton?

A: ... Don't pick up the phone.

After that, Papa came into the room and asked if he could borrow Spamton so they could discuss stuff, to which Spamton immediately switched demeanor and rushed off with him.

... I think I'm left with even more questions than when I decided to start the interview.

#chicago #deltarune au #deltarune: fool's fate #fool's fate #undertale au #undertale ish #writing #spamton

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juniperwoodwell · 1 year

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Eddie Diaz. "Thief"

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Word count:844

paring: Eddie Diaz x F!Reader

Warning(s): Tiny bit of angst, fluff

(Gif not mine)

A few nights after the window incident, Eddie had invited y/n over for dinner on a night Christopher would be at a sleepover with one of his friends. A knock echoed through the house, alerting Eddie that his guest had arrived. He wiped off his hands on the towel he had over his shoulder. He opened the door with a slight smile on his lips. "Hiya, Ed," Y/n says happily as she steps over the threshold. "You're early," he states as he closes the door. "By like five minutes. What're you cooking up? Maybe I can help." Y/n says as she walks towards the kitchen. "It's nothing amazing, Just stuffed peppers and potato wedges." Eddie followed after her. "Really? Nothing special," she mocks jokingly.

"Thats like one of my comfort meals, and you know that. Also...You actually cook?" she asks, raising a brow. Once in the kitchen, she hopped onto one of the unoccupied counters. "Yes. Of course, I cook, what? Did you think I make my kid eat fast food or takeout every night?" He asked as he walked over to Y/n, standing in front of her. Y/n shrugged. "Well...I just thought since your mom-" "I taught myself how to cook for Christopher. Don't worry. If Chris likes my cooking, I'm sure you'll like it too." He interjected as he subconsciously placed his hands on her knees. "This learning how to cook must be a new thing then," Y/n said as she put one of her hands over his; he chuckled and nodded. "I-Is something burning, Ed?" She asks; Eddie's eyes widen as he quickly walks over to the stove. "Phew, alright. They're okay," He says as he pulls the stuffed peppers out of the oven. "Oh good, wouldn't want your hard work to be ruined," she said teasingly. To her side sat the bowl of cooked potato wedges. She snatched a few and ate them. "Hey, I saw that." Eddie says as he plates the stuffed peppers, "Shaw WhUt?" Y/n says as she eats another wedge, her voice muffled by the food. Eddie chuckled and shook his head. "Come on, get down. Let's eat," he smiled at her as she hopped down from the counter and took a seat across from Eddie's. He places the plate of stuffed peppers on the table and then the bowl of wedges, gently smacking Y/n's hand away when she tries to steal another one "You little thief," he says, chuckling, taking his seat; they begin to eat dinner.

"This was fantastic, Eddie!" Y/n praises happily as she finishes her plate. "Told you that you'd like it," Eddie replies as he stands up and takes her plate. "Oh, do you want some help with the dishes?" she asks, standing up from her seat. "No, it's only a few things," he says to y/n. "Just sit and relax" Y/n shrugs at his comment before hopping onto the counter beside the sink, the side that doesn't have the strainer. "I meant at the table, but I guess that works too" Eddie smiled as he started to wash the dishes. A few moments of comfortable silence go by before Y/n speaks up, "So...are we gonna talk about the other day?" The question makes Eddie stop drying the dish in his hands; clearing his throat, he says, "What's there to talk about?" Y/n sighs. "That's a bit cold, Diaz." She says to him as she folds her hands in her lap, "I thought there might have been something, but maybe I'm wrong. I don't know what that was the other day. Still, I honestly wanted it to be something," She told him quietly, never looking at his face until she felt his hand on her wrist "Y/n...if the circumstances were different...then maybe there could be something between us. Still, with Christopher, work, and everything I've been going through recently, I just don't think it'd be good for either of us." He gently took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze; Y/n nodded a few times as she tried to think of the right words. Eddie sighs before moving to stand between Y/n's knees. "Ed-" he quiets her by pulling her into a hug; she wraps her arms around Eddie's waist "but when have we ever done anything good for us?" He says as he holds her, his forehead resting against her shoulder.

They stayed like that for a while, Telling each other everything without words. They both knew Eddie was right; it wasn't a good idea that once they pulled away from each other, they'd have to put these feelings away for a while..maybe even forever.

Silently Y/n ran her fingers through Eddie's hair. "How about tonight we just pretend we can have this?" she whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder, the spell would break.

A/n: I'm thinking of making this a five-part series. I'm enjoying writing it. What do you think?

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 show #9 1 1 x reader #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz

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