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"Babe, are you sure you want this?" Gabe stared lovingly at his perfect boyfriend, Will's green eyes sparkling with affection. "Are you sure you want to do this for me? Will, you know I like you just the way you are."

Gabe took a hand in his boyfriend's, rubbing his skinny, pale arm with the other.

"Yeah, I- I do." Will smiled, trying to summon confidence as he started at the blue candy on the table. "Become your partner's ultimate fantasy!" it read.

"Babe, I don't know if I can do this." Gabe said solemnly. Will was perfectly attractive as-is, why would he want to risk messing that up?

"You know-" Will began. "You never know. We could end up enjoying ourselves."

"Yeah, maybe." Gabe's eyes lingered over Will's cute button nose, his nerdy disposition buried in a book being what drove the happy couple together so many years ago. "If this is what you want...I know we will." Gabe stated shakily.

"And I want to do this for you." In a rare show of confidence, Will leaned over and kissed his boyfriend softly on the lips. He reached down and picked up the candy, unwrapping it and holding it to his mouth.

"Ready?"

"Not quite." Gabe's hands wrapped around Will's head, pulling him closer as their lips pressed together. Will opened his mouth, letting his tongue mingle with Gabe's as the two embraced. The taller boy felt a hand wrap around his shoulder, another grabbing his leg, squeezing firmly. Gabe pulled away.

"Alright, go ahead." He breathed.

Will closed his eyes, and popped the candy in his mouth. It tasted like strawberry.

"Oh god."

Gabe stared intently as his boyfriend's eyes began to roll back.

"G-gabe.."

"Are you okay babe?"

"Yeah...just." Will panted. "Oh fuck, oh fffuck." His face went beet red.

"What is it babe?" Gabe asked.

"Ffffffuck." Will's whole body shook.

"It's really working isn't it?" Gabe asked, staring in amazement. Will's body was already changing. His lips were getting thicker, plumper. His nose shrank, and his hair began to lighten, his freckles disappearing. The muscles in his face contorted, his cheekbones becoming higher and sharper, his chin narrower.

"It feels so good." Will whispered. His body trembled. "FUCK." His voice deepened as his Adam's apple expanded. "It's changing me."

"Will.." Gabe was astonished. "You're..beautiful."

Will's face was almost unrecognizable now. His hair had become blonde, his once cute features having matured into those of a supermodel. He was even more handsome than before. Gabe felt himself getting hard, staring at his boyfriend's new, stunning face.

"Oh god. Oh GOD." Will cried out, his body writhing.

"Will, are you okay?"

Will's hair began to lengthen, becoming curly and unkempt as his eyes shifted from green into a sparkling blue. He gasped, his chest heaving, his formerly flat pecs starting to swell up inside his shirt.

"Gabe...it's too much." His voice was still deep, but now more sultry and seductive.

"What do you mean, Will?"

Will's face turned red, his breathing labored.

"It's changing..my cock."

Gabe could feel his own member throbbing in his pants.

"I can feel it swelling...growing bigger and bigger."

Will's cock pulsed, stretching out his shorts.

"Fuck, I'm huge. My balls are getting bigger too. It feels amazing. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Will's bulge expanded, his shorts stretching further and further as his new cock grew to obscene proportions. Gabe watched with awe, his hand unconsciously reaching into his pants and stroking his member, a wet spot forming on the front.

"FUCK, it's so big." Will whined.

"Oh god."

Will's chest continued to expand, his pecs swelling up larger and larger as they grew into massive man tits. His shirt struggled to hold them in as a stunning set of washboard abs formed underneath, his body now chiseled and toned, a light dusting of blond hair spreading across his chest.

"Oh fuck, my ass." Will cried.

His ass swelled up, growing bigger and rounder, his once slim and perky ass now a huge bubble butt that looked like it was made for sex. Gabe's hand jerked faster, precum leaking down his leg.

"Gabe...I'm so horny."

Will's hands traveled across his body, squeezing his pecs and abs, feeling his ass and his huge package.

"Oh fuck...Gabe, I'm so horny." He repeated, his new body driving him wild. He reached down and undid his shorts, his gigantic cock bursting free.

"Holy shit."

"I'm so horny, Gabe."

Will's arms began to thicken, his biceps and triceps expanding as his chest and abs flexed, his cock twitching with each pump of his heart. His back muscles rippled as he stood up, his new 8-pack abs shining, his asscheeks clapping.

"Will." Gabe panted.

Will could only moan in response as his thighs swelled, his calves tightening as his new musculature became apparent. His huge cock dangled between his legs, his massive balls swinging below. His feet grew larger, his toes extending. His face was unrecognizable, his jawline chiseled and defined. His lips were full, his blue eyes piercing and lustful. His hair was disheveled and wild, his body a monument of manliness and strength.

"I-I...I love you." Will stammered, grabbing Gabe's face and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. The shorter boy's body trembled as their tongues wrestled, their cocks pressed against each other.

Pulling away, Gabe moved to speak but was stopped by a deep moan.

"Fuck, you really like 'em dumb, huh?" Will chuckled, as he felt the waves of pleasure from his cock begin to reach his brain. "You really want a dumb muscle stud to suck your cock?"

"Y-yes."

"Say it."

"I...want a dumb muscle stud to suck my cock."

Will dropped to his knees.

"You really want to make a muscle bitch out of your boyfriend, huh?"

"Please, Will. Please suck my cock."

Will looked up at his boyfriend.

"Call me Nico."

Nico leaned forward, taking the tip of Gabe's dick in his mouth, his hands squeezing his ass.

"Mmmm."

Gabe threw his head back, the warmth of his boyfriend's new, hot mouth enveloping his shaft.

"Oohhhh, yessss."

Nico's lips slid up and down the shaft, his tongue circling around the head.

"Oh god, I can't take it anymore."

"Do it, babe. Cum for me."

"N-nico..."

Gabe's eyes rolled back as he erupted, ropes of cum filling Nico's mouth. He moaned as he felt his lover's throat swallow every last drop, the light in his once sparkling eyes fading, the color becoming a washed-out blue befitting the new himbo.

"Thank you." Gabe whispered, the world going dark.

Nico stood up, wiping his mouth.

"That was sick, babe."

He picked his new boyfriend up and placed him on the bed, laying down beside him.

"I can't wait to see what you've got planned for me next." Nico grinned, looking both stupid and adorable. He kissed Gabe on the forehead and pulled him close, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

#dumber #himbo tf #male tf #muscle tf

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mypoisonedvine · 9 months

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a thought i have after rewatching red eye: jack abducting you because you're the daughter of an important politician. as a way to show your father that you aren't safe, and to enjoy himself, he films himself forcing you to cum over and over again until you're just a whimpering mess.

oh you sick twisted little genius

warnings: kidnapping, ransom/bribery, forced orgasms/overstimulation, humiliation, bondage

"Please, just tell me she's alright," the man begged through the cracked and muffled audio of the phone call. "Tell me she's alive."

"Of course she's alive," Jackson promised, glancing over at you with a grin, "she's better than ever."

He almost got distracted by the sight of you, tied to the bed with the vibrator pressed against your clit. You'd been there for the better part of an hour, and you hadn't stopped shaking the whole time, screaming and sobbing into your gag-- but the puddle under you on the sheet spoke for itself. "C-can I talk to her?" your father asked.

"Oh, I don't think she wants to talk to you right now," Jackson purred, "she's... a little tied up at the moment. You can talk to her yourself once you do what I've asked."

"But I--"

He rolled his eyes and tossed the phone away, approaching the bedside slowly. He watched you for a moment, tears streaming from your eyes as you convulsed uncontrollably. "Ready to behave, sweetheart?" he asked, but you weren't able to respond anyways. He reached down and switched the vibe off, watching the way you stilled and started to catch your breath-- though he still caught you shivering with aftershocks for a moment as he sat down between your legs on the bed.

He bit his lip as he moved the vibrator away and set it aside, getting a good look at your soaked little pussy-- he couldn't help but reach and pull your lips apart and get a better look at that pretty hole, so desperate to be filled.

"I think we've finally fixed your attitude problem," Jackson noticed with a grin as you just laid there limply, letting him touch you. "And I bet you're extra sensitive now, right?"

He just lightly touched your clit, watching your whole body jump in response as your eyes went wide open. You groaned against the gag but he couldn't make out any words.

"Shh, it's alright, I'll leave that alone for now," he promised, starting to undo his trousers, "but I bet you can still come again just from being fucked."

You whined, trying to move your hips away with what little room you had, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? You want this back instead?" he presumed, picking up the vibrator again. You shook your head feverishly, whimpering and starting to cry again. "Okay, if you're sure. I can leave you here for another hour, get some lunch-- or you can be a good girl for me."

You didn't react for a second, looking straight at him, and he reached up to hook his finger in the gag and pull it out of your mouth. "Please," you began, your voice a little hoarse, "please..."

"'Please' what?" he pressed.

"Please... fuck me..." you whispered.

He tilted his head, putting a hand to his ear. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Fuck me! Please!" you screamed in frustration, finally learning the rules of Jackson's game. "I want you to-- I want you! Just, please please fuck me!"

He grinned and leaned down to the floor, picking up the phone where he'd dropped it-- still on the line. "You catch all that, daddy dearest?"

You were already flushed but you looked mortified then, and Jackson had to laugh at your expression. "You sick fuck," your father growled on the other end of the line.

"No rush, pops, she's having a great time," Jackson promised as you cried harder, "she may not even wanna come back once you've finished the job!"

He put the phone down again, pretty sure your dad was going to hang up and hold up his end of the bargain now-- but if not, there would be plenty for him to listen to.

"I knew you wanted it," he announced to you proudly, pulling his cock out and rubbing the leaking head right up against your hole. "Bet with how many times you've come I'll just slide right in..."

He was right about that, but you were still so tight inside-- he could even feel you still flexing just a bit after coming so much, your poor cunt still trying to cope with what he'd put it through. You whined as he filled you, but your back arched, too; of course a needy slut like you couldn't ever be satisfied.

"Fuck," he groaned, "I hope he takes his fucking time getting that money transferred... I want lots more time to play with you, sweetheart."

#jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner smut #jackson rippner dark fic #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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bangchansgirlsblog · 7 months

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OH. MY. GOD.

Need a part 2 of the Hyunjin introducing his gf fic !!!

And for requests maybe skz chan and reader get into an argument and the other members side with him too cause of a misunderstanding and u feel wronged so u go off the grid like Mia without your phone and when they realise that it was just a misconception they call u but you're obvi not picking up ...and they show up to your apartment or sum but you ignore them?

I love your writing so much ASJSJFJDJSJA

“The fight”

-Chan

Warning: Angst

Pairing: Chan x reader

Summary: the fight over who sings what and why you can’t sing a specific part

HELP- DHURHEHS to whoever requested this I’m so sorry 😭I’m gonna make an actual better one yeah? Just bear with me on this one. 🩷

I had such bad writers block and I couldn’t think of anything 😔

Being in a relationship with one of your band mates is hard. It's the hardest thing you'll do and you'll probably end up broken up and out the band.

That didn't happened to me (thank God) but the day they told us that we had a comeback soon and we also had tour coming soon we all knew this was fighting season.

The season where we all fought each-other and couldn't stand each-other because of all the hours in the studio rooms together.

The season we all stepped on each-other's toes or bumped into one another learning new choreography.

The season where we had to learn 10+ dances with 15+ different concepts. Makeup 24/7 to hide our eye bags and avoid fans with the same questions. "What's the new album about?" Or "do we have a Y/n and Chan collaboration??"

Comeback season was the season where anxiety was high and our coffeee intake was higher and I was slowly losing my patience.

I was a ticking time bomb.

"Chan I think that I.N's verse should go here," I tell my boyfriend who was sat on his rolling chair. We were all sitting in the studio and throwing ideas back and forth the whole straykids song. "See if I.N sings this part then I'll sing this part cause I can't sing that high note Chan. I really can't."

"Changing that will have to make us change everything again babe because I.N's voice can't go right after Seungmin's voice then back to your voice," He sighs while rubbing his tired eyes and yanking at his hair.

This song was getting to all of us. It was the last one after all so it had to be the best song in the album. The best one so stays could sing along.

"Chan's right because then me and Han will have to change verses again, which will mess up the whole song." Changbin adds on. He was laying on Hyunjin's lap while Hyunjin slowly scrolled through whatever it was he was on.

"I know but you guys gave me the hardest part and you know I'm singing all the high notes in almost all songs!" I exclaim and roll my eyes.

This wasn't our first argument today. It was obvious but we had to get everything done. Even if this was our 20th argument we had to get everything done. That's all that mattered.

"Y/n. You don't have to be so difficult. Just do it," Chan says while putting down his book and pen and letting out another frustrated sigh.

I frown at the fact that they refused to listen to me. Nothing would have to be difficult if they just listened.

"I'm not being difficult I'm just telling you guys my voice won't be able to handle-"

"Y/n you've complain this whole day, can you just please stop. My head is banging," Leeknow cuts me out. He was laying in the corner on the couch. Head down with a hat on. "Look I love you but just do it. It can't be that hard," He grumbles and closes his eyes.

The boys were all silent clearly not going to back me up and it hurt. I wasn't being annoying. I know I wasn't because my voice ached. My voice was strained and they didn't even care.

My vision goes blurry as I just sit back and keep quiet, not daring to speak because of the fear of my voice failing.

"Can you not cry right now please? You've cried the whole day too and I'm tired of it. You can't cry out of every situation," Chan, my boyfriend, MY boyfriend says y heart breaks into millions of pieces.

His eyes go wide as he realizes the damage his caused. His body quickly turning to my direction as he reaches out for my hand.

"Really Chan? Are you being Foreal right now?" I get up from the chair I was in. The hot tears starting to slowly fall down my cheek.

"No wait babe I didn't mean that-"

"Maybe if I'm such a cry baby I shouldn’t be in the fucking group." I spit at him with so my venom in my tone.

"No babe I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, okay? Let's just chill out right now."

If they thought I was this horrible they should just kick me out of the team. They clearly won't listen to me. Why would Chan treat me like this?

"Why do you guys never listen to what I have to say about anything? Y'all always just do what you want!" I exclaim and get up from my chair causing Chan to stand up and the boys to pay attention.

"We do listen to you baby, sometimes is just that your ideas aren't the best and affect all of us."

"I'm trying to tell you that I can't hit that note and Seungmin can, why do you have to be so difficult about it?"

"I'm the difficult one? I'm the difficult one?" He exclaims and throws his hands up in the air.

"Y/n maybe let's not start an argument right now," Felix interrupts our conversation making me glare at him.

I glare at Felix as more anger fills me.

"Felix are you really taking his side right now?"

"I'm not in just saying we shouldn't be arguing like this, it's getting too much!"

"Okay then I'll leave-"

"Are you serious right now bro? We have things to do," Han says jumping into the argument.

"Then do them without me! I'm done with this." I start grabbing my stuff and furiously wiping my now flowing tears.

"Ugh!" Chan growls and throws something at the wall causing my to jump. I look up at him and watch him rubbing his temples and mumbling words.

I was clearly not going to be listen to and I was clearly being "difficult". I refuse to be around any of them. Atleast not right now.

Without hesitating I grab my stuff and walk out the door hearing a "No wait don't go!" Before I slam it.

But then the door automatically opens right after and I hear my name being called.

"Babe stop, come back. I'm sorry okay?" I hear Chan's footsteps getting closer to me. I don't even bother to look his way but his hand had already wrapped around mine and he turned me around.

"Leave me alone Chan. I'm tired of fighting you."

"I'm not fighting you baby, let's talk please? Let's figure it out." His hand quickly wraps around my waist as he pulls me to somewhere quiet.

I look at him eager for him to start the conversation and he can sense it.

"Tell me why you don't want to sing that part of the song when we both know you can,"

He softly says as his hands rub mine.

"Chan it's nothing.."

"It's something because something's wrong and you're not telling me."

"My voice.." I start before clearing my throat and looking into his eyes that we're searching for mine "My throat hurts everytime I sing now and I'm slowly losing it Chan,"

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want to worry you-"

"Baby I am supposed to worry about you, I'm still your group leader and anything that happens to you will be braught back to me. Have you checked with the medical stuff?"

"Yeah I did, they said I should be put on vocal rest."

"That's really bad baby, you should have just told us and we could have figured out stuff, I'm sorry I tried to push you,"

"It's okay, I know I can be a handful sometimes,"

"No don't say that, your not a handful. We just have to listen to you and stop being jerks."

"Yeah I can agree with that." I let out a chuckle and he smiles.

"I love you," his hands wipe my tears and he kisses my forehead.

"I love you too baby."

"Let's go back in the studio and I'll explain everything to the boys yeah? I'm sure they'll be more lenient now." He softly says and intertwines our fingers.

Thank you for the request baby🩷

#skz comfort #skz imagines #skz angst #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles

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silentsamlikesham · 3 months

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Go To Bed

Request from @luffys-little-sister-lyloa ! I'm so sorry this took so long and I kind of...ran a bit wild with it! Apologies if you wanted this pre-established I just started writing it and I ended up with angry confused boys...Hope you enjoy <3 Wordcount: 4,845 -------------------------------------------

The crew is a mess. After the last island, most of them are confined to their beds. Their injuries range from painful breaks to almost fatal wounds. Sanji had spent the last two days being one of the four crewmates able to do anything. Chopper, Brook and Zoro being the other three.

They'd gotten separated on the last island and hadn't faced as much as the others. Sanji had been thrown from a cliff, unconscious while most of his crew was being beaten to an inch of their lives.

He lets out a yelp as the spoon in his soapy hand bends, and then snaps in two. He drops it on the counter, carefully examining his hand to see if he'd bruised or nicked himself.

Fuck.

This is not the time to hurt himself, to draw any attention to himself. He needs to get these dishes clean. He needs to start on dinner. He needs to make snacks to help with recovery. He needs to clean the galley- no, the ship. The whole ship is a mess. He can't have his crew recover in this filthy environment. He needs to do a stock check. Do they have enough of everything? Is there enough food? When can they even risk docking again?

The hot water sears his skin as he dips plate after plate in, scrubbing them until his fingers feel only smooth porcelain, until the dried lumps of food are washed away entirely. He cleans one after another, the pile diminishing slowly as he moves to dry and place them away at the same time.

His legs ache from running, his whole body is bruised from his fall, a headache buzzes just behind his eyes, but he can't stop. He doesn't need to rest; the others need to rest. He needs to be useful, to fucking do something.

He didn't do anything on the last island.

The last dish lands in the cabinet with an echoing clank. Sanji doesn't even pause as he moves for a cloth, washing down the counters of the kitchen. His elbow complains, his shoulder cries in pain as it stretches and the inside of Sanji's cheek bleeds as he gnaws away at it.

The sharp pain is enough to distract him. He just needs to focus.

He brings damp cloths down to the infirmary next, wiping the sweat from his crewmates that have passed out. He stays with Robin who has woken up for a bit. He reads some of her book to her, barely keeping his eyes open as he speaks as clearly and quietly as he can.

She nods off to sleep moments before Sanji is coming close to joining her. He rubs at his eyes, pressing his palms harshly against them. The light from the hall shows dark stars dancing around Sanji. The veil of sleep creeping into his vision.

He ignores the call. There’s still so much to do.

He finds himself standing in the pantry, wondering how he got here. He must have walked. Why doesn't he remember walking?

He stares at the boxes and finds there's a notebook in his hand. Right. He'd grabbed it from his locker.

He pockets it, grabbing the first box of fresh food. He needed to deal with these first, check for mold, plan the next meals around them. He drops them on the kitchen table and jumps as the table rocks against him.

Why did that surprise him?

He opens the lid, ignoring how clunky and strange his hands feel. The lid slides off the bench beside him and onto the ground. Sanji goes bright red from how harshly he jumps at the noise.

He feels drunk. Is this some belated effects of his head injury?

He shakes his head, feeling no shots of pain. He must be fine. He's just tired. His body is tired after two days, that's all. But that's fine, fine, fine, fine. His mind is sharp. He can still help. He can still work. He can't sleep anyways. Not with so much to do.

He just needs to count, to write figures down, some basic maths and move around some heavy boxes. That's nothing. It's nothing compared to what he did in the Baratie. Heck, he usually has to do this work fighting off a hungry Luffy.

This is easy.

Zoro wanders into the galley. He'd been asleep on the deck for most of the day, having taken watch during the night. He'd been vaguely aware of what the crew had been up to, had heard Sanji moving between the galley and the crew, had heard Brook playing his violin from the crow’s nest and had been annoyed several times by Chopper to have his bandages changed.

He assumed Sanji and Chopper had headed to bed. He's meant to take over Brook's watch soon. It's best that the doctor and their second-best fighter, currently upright, are free during the day.

Keeping that in mind, Zoro finds himself blinking slowly in the doorway of the galley. His plan was to grab something strong and head to the crow's nest. He's not expecting Sanji to have forgotten to blow out the lanterns, to have left so much out on the table. He's not expecting Sanji to be standing hunched over a notebook, his visible eye flicking between several open crates and his hand moving aggressively across the open page.

Usually, Sanji would notice Zoro right away. The cook had a sixth sense for people trying to enter his space and he was usually greeted by an insult by now, or a yell to get the fuck out. But the Cook hasn’t noticed him. He seems engrossed in his task.

Zoro watches him from the doorway. The lanterns cast a sharp shadow across the blonde’s face and it’s easy to see the dark circles under his eyes, the fresh litter of bruises that colour his forearms visible from where he’s rolled up his sleeves. He’s sitting hunched for once, always one to keep a good posture, no matter how sore or tired he seems. His hair is greasy, almost sticking to the side of his face where it usually rests, rather than hanging there.

All of these are signs that something is wrong, but what really makes Zoro worry is when he takes a few more loud steps into the room. The Cook jumps, caught off guard, and his eyes flick groggily to Zoro.

“What do you want?” Sanji’s tone is flat, he doesn’t use a nickname or an insult. His cheeks flush pink, like he’s flustered, like he knows he’s been caught out.

“A drink.” A quiet pause stretches, and Zoro feels a twist in his stomach. The request usually brings out a raging fire in the form of the other’s temper. But Sanji just waves a hand towards the liquor trolley, his eyes flicking back to his work.

“What are you doing?” Zoro ignores the invitation to take what he wants and instead wanders over to the table. He receives a half-hearted glare for it but takes it as a win when Sanji just sighs and tosses some fruit back into a box.

“Stock check.”

“Oh. Is it...okay?” Zoro knows nothing about keeping track of food, beyond knowing what goes off quick on a pirate ship. He couldn’t fathom how Sanji keeps it all in check. He tries to glance at the ledger the cook is scribbling in, but the writing is swirly and looped tightly together and Zoro can’t make any of it out in the dim light.

“We’re fine.” Sanji flinches when Zoro looks sharply at him, the swordsman catching the wobble in his voice, the dread that seeps in because Sanji isn’t certain himself. They have enough food for a while, for at least a couple of weeks. But there’s a hunger gnawing at Sanji, a tension in his clenched fists that says otherwise. He just can’t convince himself that he hasn’t screwed this up. That he won’t wake up tomorrow and find half of their rations gone.

“Good.” Zoro doesn’t argue, doesn’t ask why Sanji seems to be trembling, his leg tapping furiously off the ground. “Then you should go to bed, I can put these away.”

Zoro waves a hand at the few crates still left sitting on the table. Sanji looks at them like he’s seeing them for the first time before his expression hardens again, a scowl directed at Zoro.

“No, you’ll put them back wrong. It’s fine, I’ve some other stuff to do anyways.”

Zoro’s tilts his head and looks at Sanji like he’s lost it. Sanji drags his chair back, standing up and glaring at Zoro.

“What? Go on your watch, Marimo. You’re pissing me off.”

“No.”

“No?” Sanji squints at Zoro in the low light, staring at him like he’s grown a second head.

“You haven’t slept, have you?” Zoro folds his arm. He reminds Sanji of some disapproving parent.

“What the fuck is it to you, shithead?” Sanji does not have the mental capacity for an argument right now. He needs to get the crates away and then...then he’ll tidy...he’ll clean something.

“You look like shit.”

“Wow, thanks.” Sanji scoffs, ignoring the idiot to pick up the first crate.

Zoro doesn’t let it go. Not when he notices how slow Sanji is moving, how sluggish he is as he tries to find a grip on the box. Without hesitation Zoro slams a hand on the crate, banging it back onto the table

“What the fuck, Marimo?”

“I said, you’re going to bed.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean it.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” Sanji scoffs, dropping the box to grab the opening of Zoro’s green jacket and tug him close enough that Zoro can feel spit hit his chin.

“Captains out cold.” Zoro growls, grabbing Sanji’s wrists, their gazes locking into their usual heated glare. “That means I’m in charge.”

“Bullshit.” Sanji scoffs. Since when has Zoro ever taken charge?

“Mutiny, Cook?” Zoro grins, knowing the best way to handle this is to get the blonde riled up enough to comply.

“You can’t just order me to go to sleep.” Sanji narrows his eye and attempts to pull back, but Zoro keeps him close refusing to drop his wrists.

“I just did, Ero-Cook.”

Sanji let out a long breath through his nose, his frustration building.

“Let go.”

“Go to bed.”

“Why do you fucking care?” Sanji snaps, his composure in tatters as he realises he’s shaking. Like he can feel his whole body shaking. It’s the kind of embarrassing energy that makes Sanji want to lash out or cry. He’s not about to cry in front of Zoro of all people.

His leg is swinging before he can think to aim or put any real power behind it. He can’t twist his hips much while being held in place, so he ends up with a weak swipe at Zoro’s shoulder.

The swordsman drops one of Sanji’s wrists to block the kick. Instead of knocking it away, he loops his arm under Sanji’s knee and holds tight.

“Bed.”

“Die.”

“Why are you so stubborn!” Zoro groans, dropping Sanji’s leg so he can grab the man by the shoulders and gently shake him.

“Why are you acting like my sleep schedule is any of your business.”

“Because it is!”

“As if, Marimo. Since when do we care about each other?”

“I’m the first mate, it’s my job to look after the crew.”

“Well, I’m perfectly fine so why don’t you worry about the ones actually injured?”

“You’re shaking, dart brows.”

“It’s cold in here!” Sanji cringes at his own retort, knowing it’s bullshit. The galley is always the warmest room on the ship and tonight was humid, the air stale outside.

“Liar.”

“Fuck off!”

“You seriously have the energy for this right now?” Zoro groans, letting go of Sanji’s shoulders to wave his hand angrily in front of his face. “What is so goddamn important it can’t wait until tomorrow? Do you not get we’re the only two that can properly protect the ship right now? I don’t need to be worrying about you too. So, stop acting like a selfish brat.”

The words stung. They cut deeper into Sanji’s soul than anything else the pair have ever thrown at each other. Of course, he understood what was happening. He was ready to beat the crap out of anyone that came near the ship right now. Selfish? Was it selfish to want everything perfect for the crew? Was it selfish to want to make up for how useless he was before, to make it up to his crewmates who couldn’t even lift their heads right now? Did Zoro not get this is all his fault? That he’s meant to be like this now, suffering.

For a haunting moment, Sanji is certain he’s going to burst into tears. His eyes are burning, he can feel a lump in his throat, knows if he speaks again his voice will crack and break. He’s so tired, so fed up with the way his mind is spinning the same thoughts around again and again. He can’t break, not now.

So, Sanji does the only other thing he knows how to do when he’s feeling this much emotion. He lunges at Zoro, swinging his legs in a frenzied rage.

“I’m not asking you to fucking worry about me!” Sanji roars, his shoe smacking satisfyingly into the side of Zoro’s head.

“You Shitty-Cook.” Zoro hisses in pain, his eyes narrowing to angry slits as the pain blossoms across his skull, rattling his teeth. What is wrong with this guy?

“If I have to kick your ass to get you to sleep, I will.” It’s the only warning Zoro gives before he unsheathes his swords.

He lunges low and uses the end of one of his hilts to drive a punch into Sanji’s gut. The Cook wheezes, coughing as he brings his knee up high to deflect the rest of the impact. Zoro manages to lift his head in time to avoid it, his chin just barely brushing off the fabric of Sanji’s pants.

Zoro’s second sword cuts through the air, the blunt side aiming for Sanji’s temple, but the Cook is quicker again. He ducks and uses the momentum to place a hand on the ground and swing his hips fully around, launching both his legs in a hurricane kick at Zoro.

The Swordsman jumps back just in time before both of them rush forward, two swords clashing with a now flaming shin. Zoro is barely breathing, his focus completely on the fight. That’s when he realises just how out of it Sanji is. Operating on pure adrenaline, Sanji's breaths are already labored, and his anchored leg trembles under the strain of supporting his full weight.

“As if you could.” Sanji taunts, trying to keep a veil of confidence between them. His stomach is aching from where Zoro just left a fresh bruise. Usually, the pain would be a comfort, would be something to focus on while fighting but now it felt more like the beginning of the end for Sanji. The room is spinning, he has cotton mouth, his eyes are struggling to focus and keep up with the glint of Zoro’s swords.

“Why-” Zoro pulls his swords out of the ‘X’ position they’re in, drawing them outwards and letting Sanji stumble forward, the Cook losing the place he’d been leaning all his weight on.

“-are you pulling this shit right now?”

Zoro leans forward as Sanji stumbles, making sure the other hits face first into his chest. Sanji tries to push off him but for once his feet aren’t co-operating with him. His shin extinguishes as he embarrassingly trips over his own feet.

Zoro uses the misstep to wrap his arms tightly around Sanji, pinning him to his chest while his swords hang in the air either side of Sanji’s head. Sanji tries weakly to break his hold by pushing his back into Zoro’s arms but they’re like two flexible metal rods twisting around him. The position is awkward for his legs too, it’s impossible for Sanji to find enough leverage to get into any of his usual stances.

“Answer me, Cook.” Zoro growls, starting to get genuinely pissed off. He needs to go on his watch, and he needs to know that when his watch is over, Sanji can take over. That someone capable is on standby when Zoro gets his own rest, takes his own breaks. Their crew needs them right now and Zoro has no idea why Sanji is choosing now to be so insufferable. He might just kill the guy if this ends up being about Nami asking him to do her chores or something.

“I’m not-” Sanji struggles in Zoro’s hold as he grits out a response. “-pulling anything, shitty Swordsman. You’re the one being a dick- Fucking, let me go.”

With his strength dwindling Sanji goes for a dirty move, he pushes his knee forward, trying to get Zoro in the groin but he misses, kneeing him hard in the hollow of his hip instead.

“Bastard.” Zoro flinches, his body jerking for a moment as if the Cook had just hit his mark. Zoro drops his swords and uses his hands to twist Sanji around, pulling his back against Zoro’s chest and wrapping his arms around him again, pinning Sanji’s upper body in place and making sure he can’t knee him again.

“See how weak you are right now? You can’t even match me, Ero-Cook. How do you think you’re going to hold up against an actual enemy? Are you really this stupid?”

“Shut up!” Sanji yelps, doing his best to struggle against the wall of muscle behind him. He tries to dig his heels into the ground to get some kind of momentum to push off, but all his limbs are starting to feel like they’re submerged in water. It’s like he’s coordinating himself in slow motion.

“Let me go you fucking brute.” Sanji slams his head back against Zoro’s shoulder, his frustration boiling over.

“Did you hit your head when you fell from that cliff? I think it’s given you brain damage.” Zoro growls in his ear, tightening his grip enough that Sanji is gasping for his next breath, his ribs pushing against his lungs.

Sanji flinches at the comment. He barely remembers the fall. One moment he was rushing towards the crew as a devil fruit user pounded into Chopper and Robin and the next moment he was being pushed by a force he couldn’t even see. He’d grappled with the rock the whole way down, desperate to stop his fall but then there was a sharp pain cutting into the back of his head and the next thing he knew he was waking up back on top of the cliff, lying on the ground beside his other injured crewmates.

He failed them.

He was useless.

Zoro is still talking in his ear, but Sanji can’t discern his words anymore. The world around him begins to blur, and the once distinct lanterns in the galley transform into mere shards of light, losing their clear definition. Their white haze fogs Sanji’s view, making everything look strange and further away as the world seems to break into colourful blobs of nothing.

“Are- are you crying?” Zoro splutters, staring over Sanji’s shoulder in disbelief.

Sanji should be embarrassed. His rival, Zoro, is seeing him like this. But now that the dam is broken Sanji doesn’t have the energy to feel humiliated. He can’t stop seeing the blood on the side of Nami’s head, the harboured breathing from Usopp, Chopper clutching his arm as he tried to treat everyone...how much of that could he have prevented?

“Are you more injured than you’re letting on?” Zoro accuses, moving to push Sanji away as the blonde had stopped fighting him, but when Sanji’s knees buckle, he grabs him by the waist again.

“I’m fine.” Sanji insists, only to sob loudly as he tries to take in a deep breath.

“You’re losing it.” Zoro decides, having no idea how to handle Sanji when the other isn’t trying to kill him.

“You’re getting some sleep, Cook. End of story.” Zoro doesn’t leave any room for discussion as he starts marching to the door of the galley. He half-lifts Sanji in front of him, carrying him like a barrel out of the room.

“Stop treating me like a child.” Sanji yelps, feeling winded by the forearms digging into his stomach as he desperately rubs at his eyes.

Zoro must hear the choking in his speech because Sanji feels him moving his arms. A part of him is relieved at the idea of Zoro getting the fuck away from him while he’s having a complete mental breakdown, the other part feels a pang of disappointment.

An embarrassing squeal stops Sanji’s train of thought, sadly coming form his own mouth, as one of Zoro’s arms slips lower. Suddenly, Sanji feels the back of his knees being knocked out as Zoro scoops him into his arms bridal style.

“What are you doing?” Sanji snivels, wanting to yell and kick the other in the face, but instead his words are starting to slur. Now that he’s horizontal, he can’t fight his body relaxing, his eye lids drooping as his head hits off Zoro’s chest, his crewmate's heartbeat thumping rhythmically against his ear.

Zoro looks down at Sanji with a raised brow, but Sanji isn’t glaring at him. He’s nestled his face against Zoro’s pec, his breathing evening out as he drifts off to sleep.

Zoro stands there stupidly for a moment. The cook weighs nothing to him but his presence is heavy. His hair is tickling Zoro’s neck and chin, his breaths are hot against Zoro’s skin and Zoro has made the mistake of resting one of his hands on one of Sanji’s bulging thighs. Zoro can feel the back of his neck heat up as his thoughts betray him.

“I have no idea.” Zoro whispers his response to Sanji’s last question, heading towards the Sunny’s crow's nest.

“This isn’t the boy’s room.” Sanji slurs when Zoro knocks the door closed with his foot.

“No shit, dumbass.” Zoro grunts without any real heat behind the words. Sanji seems to pull enough strength together to lift his head because Zoro now has a piercing blue eye glaring at him.

“Wha-whatda I doing ‘ere?” Zoro can’t help but snigger at how incoherent Sanji is becoming. The rumbling of his chest makes the Cook sigh, slouching his head back again.

Zoro does not trust Sanji to stay in bed right now. He is also becoming increasingly concerned that the other has internal bleeding in his brain or something from how he’s acting.

“I’m making sure you sleep so I get to nap after.” Zoro grumbles, moving to drop Sanji on the bench that curves the length of the crew’s nest.

“Prick.” Sanji snorts, making Zoro roll his eyes. He suddenly feels a whole lot better about dumping the Cook on the hard wood planks.

“What the fuck?” Sanji puts a hand up to the back of his head, rubbing at the spot where it connected with the wood while he tries to sit back up.

“Sleep.” Zoro pushes down on one of Sanji’s shoulders and watches with amusement as Sanji’s elbow slips out from under him and he ends up banging his head again.

“Ow, stop doing that.” Sanji waves his hand blindly trying to slap at Zoro but only ends up brushing Zoro’s forearm with the strength of a fatigued kitten.

“And I can’t just sleep on hard wood like you, you neanderthal.”

“What you want a pillow, princess?” Zoro snorts, crossing his arms.

“Yes.” Sanji mumbles, trying to cushion his head on his arms.

Zoro is prepared to turn to the metal bar in the crow’s nest to start his pull-ups but then his eyes catch the glint of still drying tear streaks on Sanji’s cheeks and suddenly he’s feeling the rare emotion of guilt. He had to go and fucking cry, didn’t he?

Zoro channels his frustration into grabbing Sanji by the hair and yanking his head up. The blonde lets out a yelp, trying to grab Zoro’s hand as he thrashes on the bench.

“Calm down, Shit-Cook.” Zoro sits down on the bench, pulling Sanji’s head back down onto his thigh.

Despite how groggy his movements are, it’s obvious how quickly Sanji tenses up.

“What are you doing?” He tries to sit up, but Zoro still has a handful of blonde locks and with a hiss of pain he puts his head back down.

“Sleep.” Zoro snarls.

“You’re bossy.”

“And you sound like an idiot right now.”

They’re silent for the next minute. Zoro twists his head to look out the window, keeping an eye on the empty sea around them. He’s convinced Sanji has nodded off but then-

“You can let go of my hair now.” Sanji mumbles, his words vibrating off Zoro’s thigh.

Zoro jumps, glaring down at his traitorous hand that’s still gripping Sanji’s hair like a dumbbell.

“Shit, sorry.” He drops the hair, brushing the strands down.

Sanji lets out a low hum at the gesture, surprising them both. Zoro notes how his shoulders drop, his hands unfurl from fists and instead are brought to curl under his chin, as though he’s trying to get comfortable.

So, Zoro doesn’t stop. He pointedly looks back to the window, his cheeks dusted with a light pink that Sanji would have a field day over if he was to look up right now. His fingers card through the long strands, startled to find shorter spikier parts down the Cook’s neck. His nails scratch across skin and Zoro is sure Sanji is going to find some second wind and break his hand with a kick, but it never comes.

He knows the Cook hasn’t fallen asleep. He can tell by the irregularities in his breathing, the way he keeps shifting his weight, the tension that Zoro could cut with one of his swords if he was to try. Zoro has no idea what’s going on in the other’s mind, but he can feel it humming with words, like a frenzied beehive. Just as Zoro is about to lose his patience and threaten to knock Sanji out to get him to sleep, the curly browed idiot breaks the silence.

“Thanks, Zoro.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Whatever.”

Eventually Sanji does pass out. Zoro lets out a long breath he’d been holding back, desperate for a drink but realising he’s not going to be able to get up for anything for the next few hours. He’s still brushing through Sanji’s hair, stupidly mesmerized by how soft it is, how it falls like silk through his fingertips. It’s too intimate for them, Zoro knows this, but he thinks of how stressed Sanji had looked earlier when he was alone in the galley, how small he’d seemed in his arms. A shadow of the man Zoro fought side by side with.

Zoro isn’t someone that’s good at comforting people. He’d never liked being comforted; he’d loathed anyone who had tried to pity him after Kuina, or treated him differently for months because of it. He was always at a loss when someone cried in front of him, glad that in recent times the crew were always there to react instead of him.

But this is Sanji.

Zoro doesn’t know what that excuse means. Why his mind fills in the answer to what the fuck am I doing with it’s Sanji, but it does.

So, Zoro plays with his hair. He swallows hard when a hand snakes its way under his thigh like it’s a damn pillow and he doesn’t move it. He even closes the one open window he was enjoying the breeze from just because the idiot shivers once.

Zoro doesn’t even know why Sanji is upset.

It doesn’t matter.

No ships attack in the night.

Most of the crew sleep soundly, recovering in their beds. Tomorrow, Sanji and Zoro won’t bring any of this up. They’ll argue and fight as normal and no one will know what transpired.

But Zoro will know how soft Sanji’s hair is. He’ll know the Cook likes it being played with. He’ll remember the weight of Sanji’s head on his lap and the weight in his chest that lifted just watching Sanji drift off.

Sanji will be rested. He’ll forgive himself, and he’ll get back to his usual routine. He’ll panic about what happened for weeks after, burning with shame and tip toeing around Zoro until the Swordsman pisses him off enough that the awkwardness disappears completely, and he’ll remember to.

He’ll remember what it was like to be forcefully cared for. To have someone argue through his self-sacrificing bullshit and demand he do what’s best for him. To have someone watch over him when all he wanted was to be left alone.

Next time, they’ll both remember.

#sanji #zosan #roronoa zoro #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #fanfic #one piece #zoro #vinsmoke sanji #fluff #zosan fluff #light angst #Sanji blaming himself #zoro is gay #Zoro is worried #Sick crew

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jermer10 · 3 months

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hey! :3 could you write some sniper x reader. maybe angst??? thanks <33333

TF2 sniper angst </3

suggestive, gn reader | thank you sm for the ask anon!! <33333

drabbles under the cut :P

"Hey...how ya' been?" Scout awkwardly smiled at you, giving a chaste pat on your shoulder. You, truthfully, had been a mess - hair gone unbrushed, eating little to nothing, eyes red with recent tears. "I've been better." You feigned a smile, it seemed to appease the young man. "Yeah, alright, just take it easy, yeah?" He grinned, smacking your back lightly and strolling off. You were so pathetic. Three weeks ago Sniper had broken up with you after a 3 year relationship, no rhyme, no reason. It had obviously destroyed you, but living in the desert with nine emotionally repressed men gave you no space to work through it. Now, you had them one by one ask you throughout the day if you were alright, Soldier being the harshest, "WISE UP MAGGOT, WE'RE IN THE WAR ON AMERICA!" Engie being the most accommodating, soothingly rubbing your back whilst you cried your eyes out. Everyone else being awkward, but trying to help in their own ways. No sign of Sniper for a week or so, he wouldn't leave the van, wouldn't show up to grab dinner with the rest of the team, wouldn't go for after work drinks. But the battlefield? That was a different ballgame entirely. He was racking up the most kills each match, hiding in places no one could see him, no deaths, elusive, as always. That was the worst part. It seemed like the breakup hadn't affected him at all, he had always been a recluse, and now he was a better mercenary because of it. You could only feel hopeless, accumulating the least kills, dying so often you weren't even bothered to go back into the match at some point, walking off to a quiet part of the map, places where the slaughter had already passed. You sat, legs hanging over the side of one of the many wooden platforms incautiously placed next to steep drops and cliff ends. "I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid." You choked out ugly sobs, the tears burning holes in your cheeks. You had done everything for that man, you cooked for him, cleaned his van, sucked his dick, repaired his weapons, fuck, you had your whole future planned out with him after this god forsaken war was over. Things you didn't have to do. Things you wanted to do. You had tried so hard for him, accommodated him when others wouldn't have even given him a glance. Sniper had thrown it all away, he had thrown you away. You were on a battlefield, no time to grieve the loss of what you thought would be forever, no time to reconcile because he was too gutless to face you after breaking your heart. And what did you have to show for it? Your beat up face from rubbing your eyes so hard they bruised? The not so quiet sobs your roommates could hear from across the halls? You really were stupid. And you had felt worse when you felt a hand grasped shoulder, looking up you see him. "Oh my god, fuck off Mundy." You spat as aggressively as you could muster, though it did admittedly sound more desperate than aggressive. Sniper sat next to you anyway, feet dangling off of the side of the platform. An air of awkwardness hung over him, clearly he had been watching you enough to have slipped away from the fight to talk to you. "I- I'm sorry, y/n," He begun. You glanced at the man from your peripheral vision, he looked off into the distance, seemingly trying to come up with the words to say. His hands absentmindedly fidgeted with his gloves, prodding at the material and shifting himself uncomfortably. The urge to hold him overwhelmed you. The countless times you had comforted him as he suffered from some sort of anxiety attack or depressive episode, the motions were almost routine. "Ya know how I get, I overthink it. Most of the time I don't even think- I'm just- scared." His voice cracked on the last word. He was rambling, you cautiously placed your hand in his own, rubbing your thumb on the back of his. He nervously stared at your hand, and then at you. "Mundy, you really hurt me. You gave me no explanation, you ignore the team and I for weeks, and now you sit here telling me that you’re the one who’s scared? I’m scared too! I’m fucking terrified!”

You begun to cry, “I still thought that we would do this together, both of us, scared as shit and alone, but together.” You stopped yourself from saying anything more, you would have just started blabbering incoherently. Sniper grimaced, wiping away at his eyes from under his sunnies. “I know. I’m so sorry.” He sobbed himself. You looked at him, tears still rushing your face, lips trembling, hair messy, blood splatters from the previous match tracing your otherwise perfect skin.

Sniper saw every inch of you, raw. “I am so fuckin’ stupid.” He breathed out between sobs and huffs, his body language begging you for some comfort. You obliged, leaning in to hug him. He swooped you up in his grasp, breathing in your scent, grabbing in a handful of your hair, drenching your shoulder with his own mess of tears. “Where do you even go from here?” You asked yourself out loud. Sniper answered by peppering your skin with kisses, sniffling between each kiss. “Oh…” You trailed off, heart swelling with sadness, love, and a new nervous hopefulness, maybe you would be alright.

#tf2 #ask #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 sniper #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #jermer10

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 4 months

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Time the Series - Episode 1

Another time traveling show. This time by expectations are basically on the floor.

So before I say anything here's the official synopsis: Foam, a famous actor, saw Chris, the lover, killed in front of him by the police. But fate gives Foam a chance to go back and correct the past for what he did wrong, causing Chris's death. When a mysterious man gives a clock that can travel back in time to Foam, will Foam be able to fix the past and save a lover's life? Only time will prove it! MDL You can watch it on YT, Gaga. Uncut on WeTV.

I watch the cut version, if anyone watches the full version please let me know what I missed. Not that I'm all that invested but still. This is basically a "I watched it so you don't have to" type of review so obviously, all spoilers from here on. Skip to the end for my short review.

We begin with a police chase that ends with Chris being caught but then there's a sniper and he gets shot. Very exciting already.

Cut to Foam waking up in bed and promptly pouring himself red wine while he cries and reflects on his lost love. Warning for singing and guitar playing in flashback.

The next day he's passed out and won't answer his phone and everyone is very upset, cause he's an actor and there's a lot of people waiting for him to shoot a commercial. There's already a war of managers happening btw. The one in pink is Foam's manager, the other one wants to be his manager. I'll be calling her the bad manager from here on for reasons which will become obvious.

So eventually he arrives and they shoot a commercial for some skin product that is amazing for the skin if we believe the people that show up to help Foam with his lines, cause the boy is struggling.

And apparently it's his birthday and he makes the weirdest call to his mum to ask her to wish happy birthday and the subs have the mom saying "Hello, dear" but there's actually no sound from the other side of the conversation. Amazing.

After this the drama really begins. And I mean there's so much happening and none of it is good.

So really quickly: - Birthday party where Foam is the DJ and there is some really bad dance acting happening. - The bad manager drugs Foam and assaults him and is interrupted by the good manager. - The two managers insult each other in front of passed out Foam and a physical fight ensues. Slap, screaming, slap, insult, slap, begging, more slapping. This is all very dramatic btw, almost lakorn level dramatic. Glass on the floor, bad manager picks it up and stabs the good manager. - Bad manager's bodyguards take her and Foam wakes up with the bloody glass shard on his hand.

Panic sets in, everyone comes and for some reason some dude is filming this whole thing. And we get our second police chase of the episode. This time Foam is the one doing the running.

Foam hides in a dark ally where he meets a stranger with a shining pink necklace that invites him to his place and of course he goes, because why not?

Then he recognizes the necklace/watch because he gave his boyfriend one that looks exactly like it. And then this:

Guy in alley - gives Foam pink shiny watch - dead boyfriend appears.

They immediately jump each other, as you do when all of a sudden your dead boyfriend is in front of you again, and Foam wakes up thinking it was all a dream. But was it? I have no idea.

Foam wakes up, hits himself, hurts himself and wonders why he's in his old apartment. He goes outside and it's five years before Chris died. The end.

So... to recap. I don't even know what to say. This is from MFlow, the same company that brought us the mess that was Beyond The Star so my expectations were really low.

With that said, I can't in good conscience tell any of you to watch this. It's not good. From the previews it seems Foam is going to meet Chris all over again except he won't remember him. Fun times all over again. I'll be honest. I probably won't be watching this, but come next tuesday if I have nothing better to do I might check it out. Depends how much I remember the experience and how curious I get about how they will deal with the time traveling. I obviously have not learned my lesson.

If anyone watches it please let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.💜

#time the series #thai bl #bl drama #rose rambles

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smokescreenimusprime · 6 months

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For ghost of darkmount :0

Do any of the other autobots ever get to see Smokescreen as he is, in his injured "ghostly" form??? Even if it's just glimpses in the corners of their eyes or a lingering shadow in the halls of darkmount??

I just think it would be cool for Smokescreen to physically haunt the con, but unintentionally also haunt the bots too

(definitely will not be used in the process of writing the fic.. or will it)

I'm so very glad you asked :)))))

Wheeljack is naturally the first one, since Smokescreen ends up helping break him out. It was his first time actually showing himself to anybody, so he ended up leaning REALLY hard into the persona he'd been crafting. Before that it was mostly stealing things, messing with lights, leaving torn up bloody Vehicon parts in places, etc etc (with the vehicon parts thing, he never actually killed anyone. He found a couple rooms full of spare parts, brutalized them a bit, dipped them in energon, then started leaving them in places he knew they would be found)

as such........ he accidentally leans into it a bit too hard and manages to convince Wheeljack about the whole thing. Now, Jackie is far from supersticious, but...... well, he's not an idiot either and it's very obvious that SOMETHING is going on here and it really, really hates the Cons but for some reason is willing to help him get out

and when he learns about Team Prime's dead rookie...... well, it isn't that much of a stretch. Not compared to what he saw, not compared to how terrified the Cons were

Bumblebee and Arcee are the ones who "meet" him next during the attack on Darkmount. Smokescreen was of course alerted to the attack, and at first he was even going to reveal himself. After all, the Autobots are here, they're okay, I can go home-

he helps them from the shadows of course. He rationalizes it to himself that keeping secret will be more useful, that this way the Cons won't know what hit them........ but the battle is still hard. They almost lose. Hell, they would've lost were it not for Smokescreen overloading some of the important systems

and that's when he realizes...... he's helpful here. In this one battle undercover, he's made more a difference than he ever did before. He was useful, and he wasn't making anyone annoyed or losing relics by getting blindside or putting the humans in danger

Just for a little longer, he promises himself as he sneaks onto the Nemsis. Just until we win

Bumblebee and Arcee of course weren't oblivious to his help. They noticed the way the doors didn't seem to have any locks or how some of their enemies would fall for no reason or how some would let out fearful cries of "THE GHOST!" "IT'S HERE!"

they can't help but think back to what Wheeljack told them, if only for a second

(and if the two of them whispered a thank you and an I'm sorry to the air, well that's nobody's business but their own)

Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus end up encountering the ghost for the third time, however it's very brief. It's right after the pair had "killed" the remaining Predacons (ofc being unaware of the fact that they'd all been moved) and were fighting Predaking. Luckily the fight is much less dangerous than the first time and UM doesn't lose his hand, but Predaking still has to act like he's vengefully angry

however, this time to give the pair a chance to escape, they end up having Smokescreem "distract" Predaking, aka he appears and disappears around the cave and "baits" him away so the other two can escape

then the fourth time. The fourth and final time.

Ratchet when he gets captured.

Now, Smokescreen wrecks absolute HAVOC on the Decepticons because....... well, he thinks they're dead. He thinks that Megatron bombed the base and killed everyone and Ratchet's the only one left

the result? His destructive tendencies skyrocket. He's actively setting fires and explosions, scaring everyone he can, destroying equipment, dragging people into walls, anything he can

and of course, Ratchet is completely spared from this chaos...... but oddly enough so is all the cybermatter experiments. Smokescreen isn't stupid after all, and if the Decepticons could manage to crack the formula? That would quite literally save the planet

of course, he's not planning on letting them go through with it, he's actively sabatoging the Omega Lock construction every way he can. But Ratchet, Shockwave and Knockout are all excluded from the chaos

when Megatron gives Ratchet to Predaking is when things begin to shift

see, Predaking and Smokescreen haven't been sitting on their asses waiting for the Autobots to eventually win, especially not after the Decepticons tried to kill the Predacons. They've been planning

and now that the formula's been finished? They have everything they want from the Decepticons and are ready to burn this place to the ground

and well....... if they're planning to do that, there's no real reason to stay hidden, is there?

and Ratchet.......... well, he was expecting several things when he landed at the feet of the predacon

Rage. Pain. Grief. Maybe even his own death

his dead teammate stepping out from the shadows and expressing that he and the Predacon Who's Apparently On Their Side have a plan?

nowhere on that list

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strawberrykisseslia · 13 days

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"i wish you were a boy."

☆ pairing: vanessa shelly x fem! reader

☆ part 1

☆ tw: hurt, no comfort only near the end, slight fluff, not proof read at all, the images do NOT belong to me. only the absolutely trash good fiction.♡ use of y/n once

☆ cw: 1.1k

☆ genuinely dk why it took me so long to write this but this song saved the whole small series, thank her ( no jk, im dead serious )

☆ how i love this trope. ( LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER )

☆ heavily inspired by Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan ( PLEASE I LOVE HER SM, i think this is a normal reaction to her? )

☆ yall... did i make reader toxic? now that i've come to think of it... I HOPE NOT OH MY GOD

☆ also so so sorry if it looks messy!!! i didnt write it on Tumblr but i kinda like it, thoughts? please give me thoughts about this whole thing because i'm genuinely not sure how to feel about it, would appreciate it!

It has been some time since you and Vanessa actually had a right conversation. always passing each other quickly though the house, awkward greetings here and there but nothing close to a “how are you?” or “how was your day?” nothing.

you had been thinking about moving out as fast you can but didn't really find anything good right now. especially because your work was taking more and more free time away from you. which led you to just wanting to sleep instead of doing anything.

you noticed though how vanessa stayed out longer, even on her breaks. she was really not the one who would go out even. not to stay out more than two hours.

you guessed this whole thing had an effect on her too. right? at least she was regretting it. but oh, how you craved to talk to her really again. at least she used to be your best friend. your favorite person. and you were hers. it was true.

you didn't really know but she thought of you. a LOT. at work. at the bars when she tries to numb her feelings for you. in her car on her way to somewhere. even at home, when you two are basically only some meters away.

as much as she was thinking of you she realized how much you mean to her. and how much she loves you.

at first, she didn't want to accept it. it felt weird and new to her. she was never in love with a girl before.

she knew you were hurt, deeply. but she didn't know how to cheer you up right now. she never got comforted in her life at all, of course you did comfort her. but she didn't know how to comfort someone.

though, one night something changes. she puts every confidence in her and tries to talk to you.

she gently knocks on your door around 10pm on a Tuesday night. you are laying in your bed all comfortable, watching some shitty tv show while eating your favorite snack. you feel your heart beat a little bit faster as you climb out of the warm and make your way to the door.

“vanessa?”

she looks down, fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt. she is almost silent for a minute.

“i am… so sorry, (y/n).” she manages to speak up. almost crying.

you sigh and look down at your feet.

“i wanna make things right between us. after all… we were once best friend?”

you nod, yet you can't forget how she said ‘i wish you were a boy.’

“vanessa…” you whisper.

“i know i messed up. it was a lot. but please, give me a second chance,” you look up at her. she is already looking at you.

“i want to be friends again— i’m sorry… but i have no feelings for you.”

you can only nod at that. you should have expected this outcome. she could never be in love with another girl. yet, there were times where you hooked up. however… you both were really drunk.

vanessa exactly knew she was lying to herself but somehow she couldn't tell you how much she loves you. even, she didn't know why. maybe it was because she always wanted to be the perfect daughter for her terrible father. you heard her cries about him so many times, you couldn't even count on your two hands. deep down in her heart, she knew she will never be enough for him, yet you told her countless times that she doesn't have to be.

“i am not too sure, vanessa… i'm sorry.” you answer to her.

“after these past weeks of us ignoring each other..,” you don't really wanna bring up the thing she said because you know, you would break down. “both of us acted childish, but it's taking it's tool out on us now,” you look down. “and i want someone who doesn't only hookups with me when they're drunk.” you say the last part much more quietly.

she nods. she is unable to speak up. her stomach flips with every second. she prepared herself for the first really, but deep down she was never prepared enough for this.

“i understand you.” after some time she manages to talk.

you don't know what's going on inside you. your stomach is walking up and down in you and your heart is loud enough for the neighbors to hear it. you don't know if you wished for vanessa to be understanding or to fight for you.

she doesn't wanna push you past your limits. she doesn't wanna make you cry again.

the fact you craved to talk to her again like old times yet here you are saying you don't wanna get close to her again.

“well, i hope everything goes good for you.” she speaks up and gets you out of your thoughts. you can hear she is about to cry depending on seconds. you only nod.

“goodnight.” she says and turns around.

“you know…,” you starts she faces you. “it's better to talk about feelings then for them to drown.”

she nods in agreement. “yes, i know…” she hesitantly reponds. deep down you know that applies for you too, but wasn't that kiss enough to tell everything to her?

the next week you move out. you finally found a house that you can afford and it looks exactly like how you want it to. after that, you never talked to vanessa. in fact, you even started to slowly move on and start to search for love. not always thinking about needing a relationship but if you find the right person then you'll go for them.

for vanessa… well. she thought about you too much. she missed your presence in the house so much. your voice, your smiles, your laughter, your cooking. everything.

though, after two years or so, she found love. or maybe someone who would look after her when needed someone. a man, of course. vanessa never spoke about you. tried to not think of you after her marriage yet… almost every night she thought of you. the pictures of you on her phone, she often looked through them.

in the meantime you found love too! a really sweet girl. she was your whole world. your everything. you never really thought of vanessa. maybe some times. but this girl showed you colors no one has ever.

sometimes you fantasize about standing in front of vanessa and telling her everything you felt when you moved out and wanted to tell her, you told her so many times how she would end up in a loveless marriage if she doesn't speak about her feelings at least a little bit more often as time went on. at least to you. someone she used to call her best friend!

still, these were meaningless little fantasies you had maybe two monthly.

only if you knew.

#female reader #lesbian #elizabeth lail #vanessa shelly #lgbtq #five nights at freddy's #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly x reader #hurt/comfort #angst #no comfort #fluff #wlw post

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just-another-star-47 · 22 days

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Disclaimer: Please be aware that the following story is fiction and fantasy and written with the mindset, that Sebastian could never do anything that MC truly dislikes. Scenes like that need communication and clear boundaries in real life, so please reflect on the things you read.

Because I never hated you

Punishment

Because the poll wasn't so clear, there's a little sweet moment at the end. The rest is just angry Seb doing naughty things. 😅

She lay stretched out on the rumpled sheets, hands tied to the end of the bed, her whole body trembling from the last orgasms Sebastian had tickled out of her.

"I can't take more..." her voice was nothing than a pitiful whimper, her inner thighs sticky and quivering as she tried to move them.

"I'm not finished yet."

The cigarette he'd lit while her mind and body bathed in the heady after-effects of absolute bliss, hung between his lips and she hated how unimpressed he looked.

"Isn't it enough already?" she tried to protest again, stammering, but Sebastian just shook his head and calmly took a puff from his cigarette while his thumb traced circles over her clit.

"Not at all."

"Not at all?" Her startled words were drowned out by an exasperated gasp, as his fingers, which had remained still inside her until then, began to thrust deeper again. It was impossible to describe the feeling they were causing at this point. A mixture of absolute exhaustion and an equally fulfilling desire to experience the all-consuming ecstasy of another orgasm. Add to that the slight onset of pain from long overtaxed muscles and the shame of feeling his cool gaze on her while she whimpered and squirmed, not knowing whether her hips should push against the movements of his fingers or avoid them. A decision that was pointless to think about, as her body always decided in favour of the former.

She had long since realised that Sebastian was really angry, even if she didn't really understand the nature of the punishment.

Once again, her body tensed up before it began to pulsate in another high, her moans now almost stifled by the too much of everything.

Sebastian remained silent and when she looked at him with hazed eyes, he calmly returned her gaze, formed a ring of smoke and put his cigarette between his lips again. Perhaps this behaviour was the real punishment.

"I hate you..."

It was the last, cheap rebellion of her pride as her legs began to tremble again and she strained against the restraints on her wrists. But instead of having any effect, her statement made Sebastian laugh, rubbing his fingers against the most sensitive spot inside her to show her what he thought of her words.

"And because you hate me, you mess with older people who talk rubbish about me, huh?"

His laughter was replaced by a dangerous flicker in his eyes as he rammed his fingers deeper into her, making her gasp.

"I don't know what your fucking problem is."

Her defiance and resistance were feigned and her body, quivering with exhaustion and delight, gave it away.

"The problem is that you never think before you do something stupid. And that you've hurt yourself, beeing this stupid."

His anger spread from his eyes to his face and finally to his entire body like wildfire, blazing in his every move and in the way he forced her to a high again. But she welcomed the fire, much more comfortable burning than freezing to death from the chill of his rational rage.

"Don't.ever.do.that.again!"

Sebastian reinforced each of his words with a well-directed stroke of his fingers until his rhythm swelled and merged into her cries of rapture.

He leant his forehead against hers, his cigarette smouldering forgotten in the ashtray, his fingers running over her tear-stained cheeks and her bursted lip.

The sight of the latter alone made him think of starting the punishment all over again.

But the look in her eyes stopped him, completely exhausted she tried to blink away the tears that were proof enough that her body was incapable of dealing with the intensity of her feelings and emotions.

"I can take care of myself." The soft sound of his voice enveloped her like the smell of tobacco, which she had loathed before she knew Sebastian. Unable to answer, she let his soft lips run over her face, over her closed eyelids, to the tip of her nose and along the trail of her tears until they touched her lips softly like butterfly wings.

"Come here..." with whispered words he pulled her towards him, undoing the restraints on her wrists and wrapping her body in one of the blankets.

"I never want to see you put yourself in danger again because of a few stupid words. Do you understand me?"

She wanted to reply that it was just a busted lip and that she couldn't stand other people talking badly about him.

But instead she snuggled closer to him, knowing that he would hold her in his arms for as long as she needed to recover.

More of 90s Seb here.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #because i never hated you au #90s seb #sebastian sallow x f!mc #90s au

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The Big Sleep- TDI x Reader story (ch:three)

If you haven’t read: Two

An air horn goes off and Leshawna shoots up, hitting her head. "Ow! It's 7:00 in the morning. Do I look like a farmer to you?" She shouts out the window. I tiredly laugh, yawning. We all get dressed making our way outside.

"Morning! Hope you slept well!" Chris greets us. "Hi Chris, you look really buff in those shorts." Heather feeds into his already major ego, fluffing him up. "I know." He winks, snapping at her. "Okay, I hope you're all ready because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute." Chris taps his wrist. "Oh, excuse me, I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast." Owen speaks up, clearly in distress about it. "Oh, you'll get breakfast Owen, right after you complete your 20 kilometer run around the lake." He announces, pointing to the body of water in front of us.

"Oh, so you're funny now?" Eva raises a brow. "You know what I think would be funny-" Geoff and Duncan hold her back from getting at the host of the show who's completely unbothered. "Eva, try to control your temper." Courtney whispers but gets ignored, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" She raises a fist. "A little." Chris admits.

"You have 30 seconds." He taunts, pointing at his watch. I just start walking to the lake, Cody jogs after me. "What?" I ask and he just grins. "Okay... then..."

We get into a line. "Okay, runners! On your mark, get set, go!" Chris yells, I start off with a slight jog, not completely pushing myself here. Cody of course keeps up with me. "You're good at this." He compliments and at this point I just feel like I'm good at everything with how many compliments I'm getting and I do not need to feed into my ego. "So are you, Cory was it?" i know his name but I like messing with people. "Cody, but you can call me Cory. You can call me anything you'd like." Hey says and I mentally curse then run faster. "Hey, wait up!" He calls.

"Pick it up people! If you're not back in time, you don't eat!" Chris yells into a mega phone just like he did on the cliff. Only this time he's driving past us on a moped.

I roll my eyes, running past plenty of others with a bored expression. I was on my school's track team, this is nothing.

Cody and I make it into the lodge with DJ, we all sit together, catching our breaths and cooling down. All of us sat silently to calm down. I throw my head down, waiting for everyone to fill in the lodge. "Clear the table stat!" Owen bursts through the door, holding a knocked out Noah. "Oh, we made it." Leshawna crawls in as Owen is doing compressions on Noah.

"What took you so long?" Courtney snaps at Harold who's gripping onto his chest trying to breathe in and out. "I think I'm having heart palpitations."

"Hey, wait a minute. If they lost that means we won the challenge!" Gwen says, everyone stops what they're doing to cheer, even Noah wakes up from whatever he was in. "Whoa there! Hold your horses, guys. That wasn't the challenge." Chris says.

"What did he just say?" Gwen squinted her eyes, but disappointment was cut short when curtains I didn't even see were there open to a whole buffet table. "Who's hungry?"

"After a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet." Gwen admits.

"And then I saw it, the buffet table. It was beautiful. There was Turkey and Nanaimo bars and baked beans in maple syrup. Could I have a minute?" He then pretends to cry, holding his head.

Everyone ended up stuffing themselves. I got disgusted by all the chewing. I ended up only eating a tiny bit before leaving the lodge. I sat outside until I heard Chris talk about how it's a two part challenge. Some awake-a-thon and being the last one standing wins invincibility.

We're all sat out by the fire and I just feel bored, not even tired. Maybe because I didn't eat as much as everyone else did.

12 hours in, Owen went on about being up but not even seconds later passed out. I laugh, taking out my MP3 Player and earbuds to listen to music but it was really just to eavesdrop or be peaceful.

"The awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen tiredly tells the camera.

"This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen says.

"So my strategy is to get two campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three. The only question is, who can I find that is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?" Heather shares her idea.

Lindsay's now doing a handstand and one of my earbuds is now out of my ear. Because even seeing this I do not understand what this blonde is doing right now. "What are you doing?" Gwen asks her, I thank her mentally because I didn't want to be the one to ask. "Trying to get the blood to rush to my head. I think it's working." She says simply. "Can I try?" Beth excitedly questions. "Sure."

I turn to Leshawna. "I wonder how they're gonna go out." I chuckle and she snorts. "Heather will definitely take care of that." We both quietly laugh.

Cody looks up at me and waves, I do a peace sign back causing him to tiredly grin. "What's going on between you two?" Leshawna giggles, nudging me and I try not my best not to laugh. "He has some stupid crush on me. It'll pass." I wave it off as nothing.

"I know like 4 people that got some stupid crush on that girl. Wouldn't say I'm surprised though. Did you see the way she effortlessly ran today? Amazing." She perks up but then catches what she's saying and then stammers. "I mean... like she literally ran that without breaking a sweat it seemed. That's crazy."

Eva gets up to go to the bathroom. I turn back to Leshawna. "Do you have your eye on anyone?" I play with the string of my ear buds.

"Nah, we ain't here for all that." She was lying. I could tell by the way she holds herself. I raise my eyebrows and she nervously laughs. "I'm serious." I put my hands up in defense. "Okay, okay." I whisper. "What about you?" She brings it back to me, which I should've known was going to happen. I catch myself glancing over to Gwen then over to Heather but I shake my head. "There's definitely some attractive people here but I don't know about crushing." I hum, leaning back on the wood.

Now hitting the 24 hour mark I sat with Gwen, 9 of us awake and 7 of the Killer Bass. Courtney's running in place.

Tyler screams, jolting a few people up. "Congratulations campers. You've made it to the 24 hour mark. Time to take it up a notch." He uncovers a pile of books as Chef was wearing a pink lamb costume and holding a lyre? "Fairy tales."

"Oh he's not serious." Gen says. "I think he is." I roll my eyes and Chris clears his throat, opening a book. "Once upon a time, there was inside this boring kingdom... a boring village. And inside this boring, sleepy village, filled with very boring children who did very boring things..." Next was Chef spreading glitter in a tu-tu dancing ballet.

Dj tied himself straight onto a tree but knocked it down after instantly falling asleep. "Timber!" Gwen yawned.

Now at the 40 hour mark, 4 Killer bass and 7 of us remained. I'm not lying in front of Gwen. My limbs sprawled out. We're five now as Beth and Lindsay pass out.

"Okay, favorite song?" Gwen asks me, and I think for a minute. "Breaking dishes." I stretched then sat up. "Favorite color?" I ask. "Midnight blue, yours?"

"The rainbow, I couldn't pick any color then the others would be left out." I rant a little bit and Gwen awes at my answer right before yawning. I sprung into slight action, getting onto my knees and ankles shaking her jokingly. "Don't fall asleep. Okay, quick. Favorite movie moment?" I question her.

"You're gonna think it's cheesy." She says and I chuckle. "I might but hey mine's probably stupid." I assure her... kind of. "You might?" She laughs, "I gotta be honest." I smile as we both calm our laughter. "But seriously, no judgment here." I put my pinky up and she links hers with mine. "Okay, the kiss at the end of that road-trip movie. You know the one with the guy and the three girls?" My jaw drops. "Really? I love that movie." I gasp, grabbing onto one of her hands. "No way, people always call that movie stupid." And as I went to say something in response a naked, sleepwalking Owen walked in front of us.

Our eyes widen sharply before following over to see his clothes laid out on the ground.

"Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup? Funny thing about baked beans, they make me sleepwalk." He awkwardly informs the audience.

Gwen was now laying on her stomach as I stayed sitting up. "Wow, they sleep together too." I laugh and she tiredly smiles. "Even though this is to go all the way to just one person I hope we make it to the end together." Gwen yawns, I stare up at the sky humming in agreement. But if I'm being truly honest I know I can't get too attached to anyone. At the end of the day this is 100,000 dollars on the line.

Now we're both watching the stars, laying flat on the ground, her pinky linked with mine. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, it's weird but I think I'm so tired that I'm not tired anymore. Does that make sense?" She explains, I yawn once again causing her to yawn too. "Definitely, but we can get through this. Think of how good not being eliminated will feel." I remind her. "True."

We then look for constellations again and really I'm just listening to her talk. It was quite soothing but as I'm listening I look around at the others. I notice Heather alone and staring at me. Since she's so tired her reflexes were slow so I caught it before she looked away. I smile to myself. "You still there, [Name]?" Gwen wiggles her pinky and I chuckle. "I'm right here." I assure her.

At 51 hours Gwen and I are now standing and watching Justin not moving, in some weird pose. "Look at him, he's like a statue. He hasn't moved in over 50 hours." Gwen points out and we both yell at him, making random noises but he doesn't even falter. "Amazing, look at the concentration." She compliments but I stare at him closely, rubbing the back of my neck once I realize his eyes are painted. "Aren't his eyes blue? Like menacingly blue?" I quiz, waving a hand in his face but Gwen actually pokes him in the cheek. His head shakes and his real eyes open. We both gasp. "

"His eyelids are painted, I saw it!" Eva calls. "Shut up! Oh, I've got to see this." Chris laughs, sprinting to Justin who smiles nervously, knowing he's just been caught. "That is so freaking cool," Chris admits. "But you're still out, dude." He walks away, the model slumps sadly.

Hours pass, hitting 84 and I don't even understand how we're making it this far. It's all worth it though to see Noah spooning Cody, kissing his ear. The two wake up screaming.

Now it's up to Gwen, Heather, Trent and I. "i'd kill for a coffee right now." Gwen tells us, I nod bringing my knees to my chest. I sat in front of Heather, besides Gwen. "What is the matter with you people?" Chris comes up to us with a coffee in hand, sipping it quite loudly. "Come on, fall asleep already," He whines.

Gwen crawls to his knees. "You gotta hook me up man. I'll even eat the grinds." She pleads with the annoying host. "All right, you six stay with me. The rest of you go and get a shower, for heaven's sake you stink!" He orders the losers and I sigh wishing I was them right about now.

"I didn't want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, "Chef, I don't want it to come to this." But darn it, these campers are tough. And so I've come up with the most boring, sleep inducing activity I can find." Chris announces to the camera or the audience- whatever. I'm too tired to think.

"Oh, Come on. What now? Okay, you know what? Bring it on." Gwen places her hands on her hips.

"The history of Canada." The red covered book pops open. "A pop up book." It was a beaver. "Chapter on: The Beaver, national symbol and a "dam" fine hat." He reads, we all groan but I can feel my sleepiness really kick in. Eva fell asleep and so did Heather.

Trent starts to fall back, Gwen and I try to save him but it is too late. "Damn." I shake my head.

"Time for a bathroom break. Any takers?" He asks us three.

"I've held it this long, Mouse and Sweetheart." I wince as he holds himself. "I can go all day." He tells us. "Yeah but can you hold it for ten more chapters?" Gwen Crosses her arms. That gets him to get up and make his way to the bathroom. "You've got 5 minutes." Chris tells the bad teen. "Long as you don't mind a little company." Chris adds the last part. "Fine but stay out of the stall." Duncan snaps at the camera man who nods his head.

Gwen and I sit down and she sighs. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." She groans. "Keep it up, Gwenny. You got this." I rub her arm and her face turns pink. "You too."

A cameraman gives Chris a paper. "We have news! It looks like Duncan's taken a dive on the can, which means the official winners of the awake-a-thon are Gwen-" She goes to fall face first to the ground but I catch her, bringing her up into my arms. "And [Name]!"

"The Screaming Gophers win!" Chris holds up our weak hands.

I stand up, throwing Gwen over my shoulder and carrying her to our cabin with as much strength as I can muster. Gripping onto the railing to steady myself up the stairs as she's knocked out cold. I whimper up the final stair, bursting in through the door and lying her down on her bunk before I end up collapsing on the ground, instantly falling asleep on the hardwood floor.

Four

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caashmoneynae · 5 months

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SHOW ME.

JOEY BADA$$ x BLACK!FEM!PLUS-SIZED!OC

SUMMARY: in which Chynna's insecurities are beginning to overwhelm her and Jo-Vaughn shows her just how beautiful she truly is. ✨

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𝗖𝗛𝗬𝗡𝗡𝗔 stared at herself in the full-body mirror she had in her dorm room, her chubby manicured fingers and large palms running over her stomach while a small frown occupied her plump two-toned lips. tears brimmed her eyes as she stared at herself, feeling her brain pick out each and every insecurity she had. her dark brown eyes scanned her chubby face, then her chubby and stretch-marked arms, then her chubby and slightly big hands, then her pudgy and stretch-marked stomach, then her thick and stretch-marked legs, and finally, her manicured, "big", and slightly wide feet, seeing nothing but imperfections.

being a plus-sized girl wasn't easy, especially if you were going to school. the body shaming Chynna endured almost daily was tough, but she tried her best not to let it get it her because, despite her weight, she knew she was a beautiful girl. her weight shouldn't define her or how people should treat her, yet it did, and she couldn't escape any of the stereotypes that came with it.

speaking of the stereotypes, there was one that's stuck with her since she was a teen: "big girls don't deserve love." unlike her peers, Chynna has never been in a relationship her whole life, and it made her think something was wrong with her. how did everyone else get to experience love but her? what made her so different? because she was plus-sized, that meant she didn't deserve to be loved and catered to? she didn't deserve to be held and admired? she didn't deserve to find a man who'd love her for her regardless of what she looked like? it just never made sense to her.

sometimes she had her moments where never experiencing love would get to her and she'd end up sobbing in her dorm room. sometimes she couldn't stomach seeing couples on campus and on social media because it made her realize she was incapable of experiencing something so beautiful, but all that came to an end once she met Jo-Vaughn.

he showed her how beautiful she truly was. regardless of all her stretch marks, flaws, and hyperpigmentation, Jo-Vaughn never stopped loving her, he just loved her harder. in fact, he was one of the first few men on campus who showed her respect. he stood up for her whenever someone was messing with her, wiped her tears and held her when she cried, helped her with her classes if needed, gave her his undivided attention, was there when she needed him the most, and so much more that made all her self-doubt wash away. he fixed Chynna's view on not only love but men and herself as well, and she'd forever be grateful that he came into her life.

he taught her what real love is and how it doesn't discriminate against what you or your body looked like, and he reminded her of it every day.

despite this, Chynna still had her moments where she felt unhappy with herself and the way her body looked, and right now, she was in the midst of one of them.

"why do i have to look like this?..." Chynna whispered to herself as tears rolled down her brown-skinned face and her dorm's door suddenly opened, making her quickly wipe her tears while a person stepped into the room.

"yo, mama, you ready to go?" Jo-Vaughn asked before pausing, noticing something was bothering her due to the frown on her face while he softly closed the door, "Chy', what's wrong?"

"...why do you love me, Jo-Vaughn?" Chynna asked softly, her voice nearly cracking, as she looked away from the mirror and turned around, her teary eyes staring into his dark brown ones, "there's so many other... skinny girls on campus you could be with and you choose to be with me: an insecure fat girl who gets bullied damn near every fuckin' day she leaves her dorm. some days i don't even look at myself in the mirror because i know i won't like what i'm looking at... why'd you choose me, Joey? was it out of pity? was it a dare from your friends? w-why? because you c-could easily have someone e-else... someone prettier and th-thinner... yet, you're with somebody like me... do... d-do..."

Chynna trailed off, hiccuping softly through her tears, as she glanced down at the ground before looking up at her boyfriend, "do you really love me, Jo-Vaughn?"

"baby... c'mere," Jo-Vaughn spoke softly, a small frown on his face from seeing her cry, as he opened his arms and Chynna walked into them, wrapping her arms around his torso while she cried into his chest, "you know i love you, babygirl. i love you with all my heart and the breath in my body. i don't want none of these girls on campus, mama, i want you. they only want me 'cause of my looks, but you want me for me. you care for me, you love me, you listen to me when i'm ramblin', you're always there when i need you, you always push me to be my best... shit, you the first girl that ever made me blush before, yo. you're my perfect match, Chynna. that's why i chose you. this ain't no pity shit and us being together ain't a dare, shorty. my love for you is real, and regardless of what ya body looks like, i'm gon' forever love you."

"i don't care how big your stomach is, how much it hangs, or that it has stretch marks on it and i don't care that you a tall girl, Chy'. 5'7 ain't shit to me, girl. i just want you, baby. nothin' in the world could make me not wanna choose you and no other chick could make me feel the same way you do. you're beautiful, smart, caring, motivational, funny as hell, sweet... you're everything i could ask for, mama. and that's why i love you. I JUST WISH YOU COULD SEE IT." Jo-Vaughn comforted the love of his life as he rubbed her back and kissed her forehead, causing the saddened woman to raise her head and look him in the eyes.

"...CAN... CAN YOU SHOW ME?"

❝ SHOW ME HOW... YOU CARE. ❞

"Jo-Vaughn, that wasn't funny, i thought that shit was gon' collapse!" Chynna laughed, causing Jo-Vaughn to laugh with her, as the two walked through the exit of a rollercoaster ride hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

"they could do a few adjustments on that ride, that's all i'ma say. but you can't trust shit that comes outta' suitcases, ma," Jo-Vaughn joked as Chynna laughed and shook her head, making his smile slightly widen at seeing her happy, "that brings me to my next topic though: your smile. i love seeing you smile, even if it's that lil' closed-mouth smile you do sometimes. i like seein' that small gap in ya front teeth when you smile, and i know that's somethin' you're insecure about, but it's adorable on you, baby. i like seein' those lil' dimples pop out whenever you try to fight your smile when you mad at me. i love hearin' ya laugh too. it makes me happy knowin' i could put a smile on ya face with just bein' me."

while the couple was at the amusement park in town, Jo-Vaughn made sure to show Chynna how beautiful she was by describing the small things about her that he noticed. he started with her legs, then maneuvered up to her torso, and now he was talking about her face. it made Chynna happy that someone paid this much attention to her to notice the small things she did that even she didn't pick up on, and it made her realize that Jo-Vaughn's love for her wasn't a facade — he loved her just as much as he said he did, if not more.

❝ TELL ME HOW... YOU LOVED... BEFORE. ❞

"ya dimples also show whenever i make you blush. you be lookin' like a lil' cute ass toddler." Jo-Vaughn chuckled, smiling, as Chynna smiled at him and she giggled while she leaned her head onto his shoulder.

"i wanna ride the Ferris Wheel, baby." Chynna smiled widely, pointing to the ride childishly, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled softly at her antics and looked down at her.

"anything for you, babygirl."

❝ CAN'T SPELL "US" WITHOUT "TRUST." PUT THE LUST ASIDE, THERE'S SOME THINGS WE GOTTA' DISCUSS. SO CLOSE YOUR LEGS FOR A BIT, BABY, LET'S OPEN UP. CLOSED MOUTHS DON'T GET FED, FINISH YA LUNCH, PANTIES IN A BUNCH. ❞

the line for the ride was surprisingly shorter than usual, but the couple didn't mind it, especially since this was Chynna's favorite ride. there was something beautiful about the Ferris Wheel and the way it just slowly moved around in a circle. it lets you see the true beauty of the park. you get the see all the rides, the happy people, the carnival food stands, and the beautiful sky.

riding a Ferris Wheel was peaceful for Chynna simply for the ambiance, and she wouldn't change anything about it.

as the couple sat in their Ferris Wheel car, Chynna stared out into the sky and admired the beautiful peach color it held as Jo-Vaughn stared at his girlfriend and admired her side profile, which is also something that she was insecure about yet he saw no problem with it. hell, he saw no flaw on her. even if she wanted him to see her the way she does, it wouldn't work. he saw her as a work of art, and nothing could taint his vision.

to him, she was perfect, but to herself, she needed improvements.

❝ TELL ME WHERE YOU BEEN AT THESE LAST COUPLE MONTHS. YOU SAY YOU WANT ME BACK, SO BABY, DON'T FRONT. 'CAUSE I COULD NEVER KNOW TOO MUCH BUT JUST ENOUGH, SO THE NEXT NIGGA NEVER FEEL HE GOT THE ONE-UP. ❞

"your nose," Jo-Vaughn began softly, catching Chynna's attention, as she looked up at him and the two locked eyes, "i like the way it fits your face. some people's noses are either too big or too small for their faces, but yours fits. i like that you pierced both sides of it because it makes me find it even more beautiful-er with the jewelry on it. but even without the jewelry, i still cherish it. i like to poke it or kiss it just to see you blush or smile from it. i like whenever you find somethin' hella' funny, ya nose scrunches and you snort a lil' bit. i like the way your reading glasses sit on the bridge of it because it adds more emphasis to how beautiful it truly is... it makes the beauty stand out more, y'know what i'm sayin'?"

"is your goal to make me cry on the Ferris Wheel or what?" Chynna joked, a smile on her face, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled and smiled at her, adjusting his arm around her shoulder while he placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

"just tryna' let you see what i see, baby. YOU TOLD ME TO SHOW YOU, RIGHT?"

❝ BUT WE AIN'T GOTTA' RUSH, TAKE YOUR TIME. WE COULD TALK UNTIL THE SUN UP, I SEE YOU TRYIN', TO SAY WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND, I PROMISE IT'D BE FINE. I COULD SEE THE SIGNS, BE HONEST, I AIN'T BLIND. ❞

"we have a winner!" the intercom shouted at the stand once Jo-Vaughn knocked down all three of the pyramid-stacked milk bottles, making Chynna squeal while she clapped her hands.

"go ahead and pick your prize." the man behind the stand smiled warmly as Jo-Vaughn smiled and looked down at Chynna, who was already staring up at him with sparkling eyes.

"which one you want, baby?"

"Blue!" Chynna smiled, pointing to the large stuffed animal of the dog from "Blue's Clues", as Jo-Vaughn chuckled and nodded his head towards the man behind the counter, watching him take the stuffed animal down and hand it to him.

"Blue's Clues" was one of Chynna's favorite old-school cartoons. her favorite host was Steve and after he left, she stopped watching the show because she only wanted to see Steve and nobody else, and Jo-Vaughn knew this, which is why he wasn't surprised she chose Blue.

her love for the cartoon earned her the nickname "Blue" from not only Jo-Vaughn, but her family and friends as well, and she smiled every time someone called her it because the show still brings her just as much joy as it did when she was younger.

❝ THE TRUTH IS WE ALL GOT OUR OWN DESIRES, OUR OWN DREAMS. IT'S A BIG WORLD, GOTTA' TRY NEW THINGS. SO RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, WHAT YOU GOTTA' SAY? YOU AIN'T GOTTA' LIE NOW, IT'S THE BED WE MADE. ❞

"you folks have a nice day." the man smiled, tilting his hat towards the two, as Jo-Vaughn nodded his head and let out a "you too" while he handed Chynna her prize, her smile as wide as could be while she held the stuffed animal in her arms and the two walked away from the stand.

"what should we name her? or should we keep the name 'Blue'?" Chynna asked, smiling widely, as Jo-Vaughn's arm rested around her shoulder and he chuckled softly at her enthusiasm while he looked down at her.

"CJ. the 'C' for Chynna and the 'J' for Jo-Vaughn." Jo-Vaughn suggested, earning a chuckle from Chynna, as the woman looked up at him and gently kissed his lips.

"i like that name." Chynna smiled softly, earning a smile from her boyfriend, as Jo-Vaughn kissed her lips and gazed into her eyes, watching them hold that same sparkly look.

"you wanna know what i like?" Jo-Vaughn asked as Chynna nodded her head, wanting him to continue, "your eyes. i like staring into them and seeing them tell me how you feel without you having to a word. they tell me stories about your emotions and i love listenin' to 'em. i like watchin' 'em sparkle when you're excited about something. i like seein' 'em dilate when you look at me too. it makes me feel appreciated and heard whenever i notice it. i like how whenever you see or hear something that excites you, they slightly grow wider in size. i like your eye shape too. i know sometimes you think it doesn't fit your face, but it does. it makes them stand out more, in a good way, of course."

"i also like that they're the same color as mine. not lighter, not darker, just... the same hue. it makes me believe that spiritually we were meant to be, and in a way, we technically are." Jo-Vaughn smiled, pushing her silk-pressed hair behind her ear and revealing her silver hoop earring, as Chynna blushed and she giggled girlishly, making Jo-Vaughn's smile spread wider since he could see her dimples.

"we are meant to be, baby. you're my everything." Chynna smiled softly, running her fingers over his jawline, as she gently cupped his face and stood on her tiptoes, pecking his lips a few times while Jo-Vaughn chuckled and secretly blushed.

"you're my everything too, mama. i can't imagine my future without you."

❝ SHOW ME HOW... YOU CARE. ❞

"so how'd you enjoy ya day, mama? did i make you feel better?" Jo-Vaughn asked, massaging her feet, as the two sat in his living room and Chynna held a cup of McDonald's ice cream in one of her hands, her other hand playing with his hair while she swallowed the ice cream in her mouth and sat the spoon inside her cup before speaking.

Jo-Vaughn didn't live on campus like everyone else. he had his own apartment because he valued his personal space and good energy and didn't want it to be tarnished by randoms on campus. sure, he had friends on campus, but half of the other men on campus weren't shit, so Jo-Vaughn vowed to stay away from them.

as long as he had Destin — also known as JID, Denzel, and Chynna by his side, he didn't need anyone else, and he most certainly didn't need anyone near him who'd fuck up his aura.

"i loved today, baby. especially the Ferris Wheel and you winnin' CJ for me," Chynna smiled, resting her head on the stuffed animal behind her, as Jo-Vaughn looked up at her and chuckled while Chynna twirled one of his dreads around her finger, "i also loved the way you described me today. you opened my eyes and let me see how beautiful i actually am, and that's one of the reasons i love you so much. you always lift me up when i'm down and make sure i never forget how much you care about me. you made me feel great, Joey... amazing as always."

"i'm glad i could wipe those tears and make you smile, baby. you deserve to be happy just as much as anybody else, Chy'," Jo-Vaughn smiled, smiling a bit wider once he felt her acrylics trace his jawline, as he leaned closer to her and kissed her lips, faintly tasting the vanilla ice cream on her tongue while he rested his hand on her shin, "DID I SHOW YOU WHAT I SEE IN YOU, MA?"

smiling widely, Chynna chuckled as she gently cupped his face into her hand and kissed him with passion, earning a wide smile from him while their kiss gradually parted.

"YOU SHOWED ME EVERYTHING, BABY. AND I'M SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU."

❝ TELL ME HOW... YOU LOVED... BEFORE. ❞

"'CAUSE TRANSPARENCY MY LOVE LANGUAGE. CAN'T SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE IF YOUR VISION TAINTED. LOVE IS LIKE GLASS, EITHER BREAK IT OR YOU STAIN IT. THESE LATE-NIGHT CONVERSATIONS TURN INTO ARRAIGNMENTS, JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH." Jo-Vaughn rapped into the microphone, his unoccupied hand holding onto Chynna's, as the two stood on the Rolling Loud stage and Chynna smiled widely, their eyes staring into one another while he performed for the large crowd in front of them.

years had passed and Jo-Vaughn and Chynna's relationship was still as strong as their college days. Jo-Vaughn and Chynna looked slightly different than they did in college, but mentally Chynna was a different person than she was in college as well. she had learned confidence, and she was now comfortable in her own skin regardless of what anybody had to say about her. who cared if somebody had something to say about what her body looked like? as long as she was fine with how it looked, she didn't care about what other's opinions might be.

Jo-Vaughn snipped off his dreads and rocked a low side-parted fade while Chynna got dreads and dyed them burgundy. the two went to college for different majors, but those majors didn't matter once Jo-Vaughn started to blow up from his music. Jo-Vaughn pursued a career in music and acting and Chynna pursued a career in modeling, which most students from her college would've said was impossible for a girl with her shape. but she proved them wrong — so wrong that she was issued a brand ambassador for Fashion Nova and Calvin Klein, which was ironic because Jo-Vaughn was a brand ambassador for Calvin Klein as well.

it was safe to say that Chynna had made it in life, and her weight didn't stop her from achieving her dreams or finding real love.

"'CAUSE I AIN'T TRYNA' JUDGE, BABY, I JUST WANT YOU TO BE YOU. 'CAUSE I'MA BE ME, KEEP IT G LIKE REAL NIGGAS DO. 'CAUSE YOU KNEW A NIGGA WAY BEFORE HE GOT FAMOUS, ON THE BLOCK NAMELESS, AND I'M PROUD TO SAY THE MONEY NEVER CHANGED US." Jo-Vaughn continued, a smile growing on his face, as he squeezed her hand and pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist while her arms wrapped around his neck.

these lines were true. before Jo-Vaughn transformed into "Joey Bada$$", Chynna was down for him and never once left his side, and he reciprocated that energy. with him blowing up as big as he did, he gained money and fame, and with the money and fame came groupies, and Jo-Vaughn never paid them any mind because he knew he had already met the love of his life. Chynna would be there for him if he suddenly went broke and lost everything, but the groupies were only there because of how big his name had gotten, and he knew this.

there was a big difference between "fan" and "groupie." fans respected Chynna because it was the right thing to do while groupies talked shit about her because they wanted her spot and knew that if Jo-Vaughn was still with her, then they had no shot at trying to bag him.

"WE'VE BEEN THROUGH MANY PHASES LIKE MAZES, STILL WE FOUND A WAY. I NEVER KNEW A LOVE THAT WASN'T PAINLESS. POURIN' OUT MY HEART WAS ALWAYS DRAININ', I GOTTA' SAY. NOW EVERY DAY, IT'S INDIGO RAIN, AND YEAH, THIS A BRIGHTER DAY," Jo-Vaughn rapped as Chynna adjusted the sunglasses on her head — which were his and not hers — and she looked out into the crowd, seeing fans either singling along, recording, or both, "A LIFETIME I PROVIDE FOR YOU, BY THE WAY. DON'T YOU FORGET THAT I WOULD DIE FOR YOU ANY DAY. RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, WHAT YOU GOTTA' SAY? YOU AIN'T GOTTA' LIE NOW, IT'S THE BED WE MADE, UH."

"SHOW ME HOW... YOU CARE." the crowd sang, making Chynna smile widely, as a blush covered her face and she looked back at Jo-Vaughn, who was already looking down at her with a smile while he kissed her forehead.

"SHOW ME HOW, BABY... RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, RIGHT NOW, BABY, YEAH." Jo-Vaughn spoke into the microphone, rapping his ad-lib, as Chynna grew shy under his gaze and she laughed before lowering her head, resting her head on his long-sleeve black shirt while Jo-Vaughn softly chuckled at her.

"TELL ME HOW... YOU LOVED... BEFORE." the audience continued, making Jo-Vaughn's smile widen, as he gently grabbed Chynna's chin and lifted her head, placing a soft kiss on her lips while the crowd cheered wildly at the sight.

"TELL ME ALL... TELL ME HOW YOU LOVED, BABY," Jo-Vaughn continued as Chynna's brown cheeks turned rosy due to how much she was blushing and giggles and laughs fell from her lips like a never-ending waterfall while Jo-Vaughn's palm caressed her lower back, "YOU AIN'T GOTTA' LIE TO ME, NO-NO. I KNOW YOU WOULD DIE FOR ME, IT'S FOR SURE. BABYGIRL, THIS LIFE WE LIVE IS TOO SHORT..."

at this point, it didn't even feel like Jo-Vaughn was performing for the crowd. it felt like he was performing for her. it was as if everyone else had disappeared and it was just them on stage. no cameras, no audience, nothing. just them and the music.

moments like this are the ones Chynna loved the most. she loved knowing that regardless of his lifestyle, he'd never change on her. he'd be with her until time ended, and he proved this to be a fact whenever she needed to hear it. he had never once been unfaithful or lied to her about anything, even something as small as him eating her food.

Chynna didn't believe she and Jo-Vaughn would last long at the beginning of their relationship because she was weak-minded and believed this "love" she felt was temporary. but little did she know, it'd last longer than she'd ever know, and Jo-Vaughn was right when he said he felt they were meant to be.

"BABYGIRL, THIS LIFE WE LIVE IS TOO SHORT."

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 6 months

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Remus could hear the loud music from outside the building. Shit, the neighbors were surely going to complain. Especially the old lady from 5A who hated Remus' guts and thought a nice young man such as Sirius deserved a better "friend". Of course, Sirius was always polite with old ladies. They didn't know the actual devil he was.

Remus and Sirius moved in to the flat about a month ago. And they were already causing trouble. They had to have a Halloween Bash to inaugurate the flat.

"Uncle Alphard used to make parties here all the time" Sirius said "Surely the flat misses that"

"It's a flat, Sirius. Flats don't have feelings"

But of course Remus was weak to Sirius' puppy eyes. And they ended up organizing a party for Halloween.

Remus got a late shift in the Library, so he had to arrive late to his own event. Sirius had been texting him updates about what's been happening. The texts had gotten drunker and drunker as the night went on. Remus knew that because when Sirius was drunk, he couldn't type properly.

The music and screaming got louder as Remus got to their floor.

"Jesus Christ..." Remus whispered. What if the neighbors called the police?

Remus got his keys and struggled with the door, but it was opened by someone else.

"Remus!"

James' bright face appeared at the door. James usually didn't get drunk. He was the responsible designated driver. But James Potter didn't need a drink to be happy or cheerful.

"Where's your costume?"

The whole group had agreed to be The Scooby Doo gang. Remus smiled when he saw James wearing a skirt and a wig. He was supposed to be Velma.

Remus unzipped his jumper exposing his green t-shirt. He was supposed to be Shaggy.

"I was at work"

"Couldn't you be more creative?"

"It's Shaggy, I look great" Remus shrugged.

"Everyone is drunk" James announced.

To confirm this, Lily came running to hug him.

"Remus!" she even clinched to his neck.

"Lily..."

Lily was obviously Daphne. And she looked pretty hot with her costume.

"I freaking missed you" she sounded very drunk "I almost cried"

"I'm right here, love" Remus smiled as he patted her back.

"Lily, babe" James sighed worriedly "I told you to lie down and drink water"

"I'm fine... Pffft..." But Lily moved dizzily. James grabbed her arm "Oh hey..." she smirked at James "You look sexy with that skirt" she even slapped his butt "Nice legs..." she giggled.

Remus was amused. Sober Lily would never say something like that.

"Okay sexy lady..." James laughed "Let's get you a bit of water"

"I'm gonna sex you up... James Potter..."

"I think that is my cue to leave" Remus interrupted, as Lily melted into James' arms. James laughed.

"Where's Sirius?"

James pointed behind him.

"Terrace, smoking like a chimney with Marlene"

"Good"

Remus began walking.

"If we kiss now it might be lesbian...." Lily was saying

"Okay baby..."

"I wanna kiss a girl...Oi Remus! Where're you going?"

Remus just blew her a kiss and let her boyfriend took care of that mess.

Remus made his way through the party. He saw many familiar faces waving at him with fancy costumes. Frank, Alice, Dorcas' friends. There were too many people for their little flat.

Remus saw Mary dancing with Edgar. They were giving it all, even going down to the floor.

Remus bumped into Peter who was getting out if the kitchen. He looked really nice as Fred.

"Remus! It was about time... You're terribly late"

"Just got out of my shift" Remus said "And you're sober"

Peter nodded "I hate being drunk. I've been drinking water to balance it" he showed him the cup on his hand.

"You look great" Remus smiled.

"You look weird just with a tee. I think is the first time I've seen your arms"

"Very funny" Remus said "Sirius?"

"I think he was smoking..." Peter answered "God, he is terribly drunk..."

"Great" Remus sighed.

"Good thing he lives here"

"Guess who is going to take care of that wanker"

"Sucks to be you"

Remus sighed but began walking.

"We should take a picture later..." Peter said "The Scooby Doo Gang"

"Sure" Remus nodded.

He made his way towards the terrace when he heard people laughing very loudly. And he smelled cigarette. He craved one. The cool air hit his face.

Marlene, Dorcas and Sirius were sitting at the terrace floor. Laughing their butts out. Remus couldn't avoid smiling at that sight. While Marlene, Dorcas and Mary where the three witches from Hocus Pocus but hotter, Sirius was Scooby. He looked absolutely adorable with his doggy ears and doggy tail. He even had his face painted.

"Hello..." Remus said.

"Moooooonyyyyy!!" Sirius chanted, opening his arms for him like a little kid. Remus' heart jumped in his chest for him.

"Hello handsome" Dorcas smiled.

"Luupiiin, where's your freaking costume?" Marlene asked irritated.

Dorcas was the least drunk off them all. But they were still drunk.

"I'm wearing my costume" Remus gestured to himself.

Marlene narrowed her eyes "You boring!"

Remus shrugged. Dorcas laughed. Sirius was sending kisses to his boyfriend.

"Let's go, Marly" Dorcas stood up "Let's get ourselves sober before going"

"What? We're going?" Marlene asked.

"You're going?" Sirius added.

"I have training tomorrow morning and I think you're done drinking, babe"

"I just got here" Remus said.

"He just got here!" Marlene repeated but her eyes were closing.

Sirius was smiling and murmuring things to himself, dozing off.. Jesus, it wasn't that late. And everyone was already pissed. Remus wasn't a party person but he felt awful to have missed the first crazy bash in the flat.

"Come on, darling" Dorcas dragged Marlene to her feet. She kind of struggled getting up but she eventually managed to stay stable in Dorcas' arms.

"Goodbye bitch!" Marlene pointed at Sirius.

"Bitch!" Sirius answered pointing at her.

Dorcas smiled at Remus as they dragged Marlene "The flat is lovely Remus, thank you for inviting us"

"Glad you enjoyed yourselves" Remus smiled back.

When Dorcas and Marlene were gone, Remus noticed his boyfriend had fallen asleep. Remus felt a bit guilty. Sirius had been excited for the party. But Remus had insisted on not missing his shift. He really felt like he needed to contribute with the expenses. He didn't want to live in Sirius' apartment for free.

"Hey, love" Remus sat down next to Sirius.

Sirius opened his eyes.

"Moony!" he said and put his head on Remus shoulder "Where were you? I was dying without you!"

Remus smiled. It was even cuter if Sirius wore that costume.

"You were going to die of alcohol poison" Remus tutted.

Remus took the cigarette pack from Sirius' hands and lit himself a cigarette.

Sirius shook his head.

"I was guarding the whiskey because I know how much you like it...." Sirius mumbled "Everyone was trying to drink it but I was like: 'Nah, that's for my Moony!' And I was saving some for you..."

"You mean this whiskey?" Remus took the empty bottle from Sirius' hands.

"Oh! Where did it go?"

Remus chuckled "Inside of you, my love. I think you drank it all"

"No"

"Yeah"

"Nah ah..." Sirius shook his head. "I kept it for my Moony."

"Did you? Thank you..."

"I am a good boyfriend" Sirius smirked

Remus couldn't agree more.

"Yes, you are my darling" Remus kissed his forehead which made Sirius happy.

"Ah...yes... " Sirius smiled "On the lips now"

Remus obeyed and gave him a peek on the lips.

Sirius beamed "Scooby Dooby Doo!"

Remus laughed "I don't think Scooby and Shaggy kissed"

"Oh they did the dirt" Sirius nodded "They shagged like animals"

"A human and a dog?"

"Oh yeah... Doggy style" Sirius giggled "All the time"

"You are a fucking pervert" Remus laughed as he put his arm around him.

Sirius leaned to kiss Remus' neck. It felt delicious.

"We live here, my Moons" Sirius gestured around "I FUCKING LOVE LIVING WITH MOONY!!"

Sirius yelled so loudly that a few dogs around barked.

"Sirius..." Remus covered his mouth as he giggled "Shut up. What are you doing?"

"We're just mature men living in our own apartment" Sirius declared with his hands.

"Mature?" Remus raised an eyebrow "I think they are going to kick us out after tonight"

"Oh yeah?" Sirius asked "Well... FUUCK THEM!"

"Sirius..." Remus hushed him.

"FUCK THOSE ASSHOLES" Sirius added "Fuck them!"

"Okay..."

"We love each other" Sirius smirked

"Yeah"

"I love you!"

Remus giggled "I love you"

Sirius grabbed Remus' face and kissed him. This time for real.

"Oh you have the perfect lips to kiss" Sirius said. Remus smiled "Kiss me more"

It was satisfactory to kiss Sirius, it would always be. Even if he tasted like whiskey and cigarettes.

"God... I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!"

"Let's go dancing" Remus said to distract him. He was going to wake up the whole neighborhood.

"Dancing?"

"Yeah yeah, love. I want to dance with you"

"Yes... Okay" Sirius nodded eagerly.

Remus turned off his cigarette. And stood up.

"Come on, handsome"

Remus struggled to get his boyfriend to his feet. Sirius groaned and whined like a child. He looked dizzy because he almost tripped.

"Woah..." Remus steadied him.

"Woah" Sirius repeated with a laugh.

"Just grab on to me, Padsie"

Sirius smirked "I know what you want, Mr. Lupin..." Sirius poked his nose "Mr. Second Intentions..."

Remus raised an eyebrow amused.

"You want to be touchy touchy with me, eh?"

Remus laughed "Let's go inside, baby"

"Yeah I knew it! I knew it" Sirius giggled "You want to take me to bed" he winked.

They went inside and spent the rest of the night dancing and having fun with their friends. Sirius didn't drink anymore, he was only provided water. So he was getting more and more sober. Or maybe Remus was getting drunker. But they were still having fun.

"I love you so much I cannot breath without you" Sirius whispered on Remus' ear as they danced. It sent shivers down Remus' spine.

"I love you even more, my beautiful handsome prince" Remus whispered back

"This party is fun but I can't wait to be alone with you in our flat again"

"Ready to clean everything up?"

"Don't ruin the moment, Moony"

Remus giggled.

"I meant doing other things, perhaps"

He said in such way that it made Remus blush, and slightly horny.

Remus kissed Sirius lips sucking them and getting his tongue inside, making Sirius let out a soft moan.

"Later baby"

The flat was a mess when everyone was gone. It almost sunrise. James and Lily were the last ones to leave. After Lily puked several times, she was fast asleep on James' chest.

Luckily, Remus and Sirius didn't have much trouble with neighbors. Some of them knocked threatening to call the police if they didn't stop. Especially lady from 5A. But they didn't. Remus reckoned they wouldn't be much welcomed after this little event. But he was happy. It had been worthy. Remus had had fun with his friends and his boyfriend. Life was good. Remus was lucky.

"I am so tired..." Sirius sighed, placing his head on Remus' shoulder.

"Me too"

"I don't want to clean. I don't want to do anything..."

"Not even sex?"

Sirius opened one eye and lifted his head.

"Moony..."

Remus raised his eyebrows.

"No..." Sirius shook his head "Not even sex. I'm knackered"

Remus laughed, and grabbed Sirius' hand.

"Don't worry, me neither"

Sirius closed his eyes again, dropping his head.

"Good thing the neighbors didn't complain"

"I guess they were used to Alphard's parties" Sirius said "They must've thought he was back from the death"

"Noo... Not his handsome evil spirit again!"

Sirius giggled.

"There will be more parties to come, Moony Moons"

Remus chuckled "As long as you promise not to drink like a wanker next time"

"As long as you promise to drink like a wanker next time"

Remus laughed and Sirius smiled. Remus didn't only want the parties. He wanted it all. The boring stuff, the domestic fluff, the fights, the stupid expenses, the cleaning after making a mess. Practically building a home with Sirius in that place. A home.

"Promise" he said, giving Sirius a kiss on his head "I love you"

"Love you more"

#marauders #maraudersera #muggle au #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #lily evans #jily #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #Halloween

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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I want to know how Harry and professor are doing?? I miss them! What’s the lead up to the movie been like with all of the drama? What does she think of Olivia? I need some content 🥺🙏🏼💖

they're good! they're just living life to the fullest by touring, lecturing, and hanging out with their cats.

i think in this little universe, harry is separate from all the drama (kinda the way he is now), and professor has no idea what's going on unless h tells her, which he eventually does because she notices his slight mood change the last few FaceTime calls.

“people keep expecting me to say something about the whole thing, but there isn't really much for me to say, you know? all of that happened before i was even cast,” he tells her with a shake of his head.

this is the most upset professor has seen him in a while, and she doesn't like that she's not physically with him to make him feel better. “i’m sorry, h. i know how excited you were about this project.”

“but that’s just it, i am excited about this film. outside of everything that's happened, i think it's a great film, and i had so much fun doing it. i don't know why it's become—or why it's—i don't know, i just don't know.”

his cheeks are all red because he’s been ranting, but she knows he's not mad at her, so she lets him get it out of his system.

“do you want me to come see you? i could—”

“no, baby, stay where you are. you can't leave work.”

she can't, she knows that, but she wants to, especially when harry is having a hard time.

“i could go to that thing with you. the film festival in venice.”

professor has a hard time with people, harry knows that. yet here she is, offering to go out in front of hundreds of people. just for him.

“you don't have to,” he tells her, because he feels like he has to, but he really would like her there.

“i—i want to.”

and so she meets him in venice, and she and the cats are waiting for him in his hotel room when he arrives. she's nervous about being on a red carpet for the very first time, but seeing his smile when he enters the hotel room makes the stress worth it a thousand times over.

“if—if you don't have anywhere to be, i thought we could relax. i brought this from home, thought you could use it.”

it's her constellation lamp, and harry almost cried right then and there because all he's wanted for weeks is to lay down with his love and look at stars with her, and now he could do just that.

the festival is there first official public appearance together, and it has both of them nervous, but neither of them regret their decisions. professor is just so proud of harry that she hardly even notices the cameras and all the yelling, which harry has been worried about before they left the hotel.

and he knows he's technically got a job to do, but how can he focus when his love looks like that? (i'm thinking she either goes for something simple and elegant like this, or she shows the girls what's what and stuns in this, either way she looks hot and everyone wants to know who she is).

i think professor just kinda puts everything into perspective for him. like no matter the mess or controversy, he still has her, he's happy, and he's proud of the work he's done.

and if she does decide to stunt on all the girls at the film festival and wear something really grand, at the end of the night h is probably like, “how the hell do i get you out of this thing?”

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SOC x ACOTAR

Chapter 4: Nothing left to lose

Ok, so I know I'm late but I had exams, a severe hangover and work, so this took a bit and isn't my best work.

Don't hate me!! :)

Word count: 1408

Trigger warnings, kidnapping, grief, mind control

Inej leaned against Jesper with her eyes closed, her mind whirring. She knew they had to get out, knew Kaz wouldn’t accept the insult of a negotiation where he was at a disadvantage, and knew they had to escape. Now.

Kaz didn’t know of their abilities, he would do something stupid that would end up with them being in a hell of a lot more danger than they were in now, and would likely drag Wylan, Nina and Matthias into this mess too.

Inej had been trying to come up with a plan for ages now, since she woke up, but she kept remembering the disturbing and violating feeling of Rhysand’s power over her. At least at the menagerie she had some semblance of control of her body, but this? This was a whole new level of being out of control. It was like he had stripped her naked. She didn’t know how much he had seen of her memories, but either way it was too much. No one knew as much as he did now, and that was just as disturbing a thought as the power that achieved it. Even Nina, her best friend, who had helped her through her worst moments, calmed her heart when she awoke from panicked nightmares and held her while she cried, didn’t know all her thoughts like he did now.

Jesper shifted slightly, and she looked up at him. She knew he likely felt just as violated, as well as betrayed. He had told her all about his new friend Cassian on their way to Vassa’s, and she felt a slight pang of sympathy. Her friend had such a good heart, and he didn’t deserve this. But she sat up, and tried to push every thought out of her head, and turn her mind towards escape.

“We have to get out of here”, she said, her voice still shaking slightly. “Kaz doesn’t know what these people are capable of, so any kind of retaliation isn’t going to work. And they'll likely take it out on us, then.”

“Cassian won’t let them hurt us”, Jesper interjected.

“Jesper, Cassian is the one who told them how to find us and helped them take us! He’s not your friend. He’s not someone we can count on! Sitting here, we’re prey. We’ve been prey long enough.”

She softened slightly at the sadness in his eyes, and took his hand.

“Let’s get out of here so we can become the predators again.”

~~~~~

Jesper glanced back as the tortured scream echoed down the hall, and he grabbed Inej’s hand again to tug her along with him as he ran faster. Not that the Wraith was slow, but she didn’t have the long legs he did, and by the sounds of it, they needed to be out of here like an hour ago, and neither of them wanted to test the limits of Rhysand’s powers, especially when they were this close to freedom. And whatever had caused that scream, he knew they were running out of time.

Suddenly, he stopped short. He felt a tug in the corner of his mind, the smallest part of him that he had allowed himself to search for their weapons with his Durast abilities, pulling him towards a room down another hall. He pulled Inej, despite her furious, whispered protests before opening the door of a small office, one with the most beautiful view over a fast-moving river. He shook his head slightly to stop himself from getting distracted, and grabbed the two pistols and pouch of bullets from the desk. He pulled open a bag beside them to discover Inej’s collection of knives. He goes to pass them to her, but notices her staring at an obsidian hilted knife, protected by a dark scabbard with silver runes. “We can take that too”, he told her, grabbing it and turning back to the door, ready to rush out again, until he hears loud yells nearby. They weren’t going to make it. Their escape had been discovered.

He didn’t hear Inej move until her hand was grabbing his once more. This time, he could feel it shaking. Inej wasn’t one to show fear, so this scared him almost more than the threat of the angry mob coming towards them. But her voice was strong as she whispered, “the window. We’re directly over the river, we can both swim, and we’re desperate. If he gets his clutches in our minds again, we’ll never be able to leave.”

He looked at her, and saw the determined look in her dark eyes. So he squeezed her hand. And pulled the trigger. And glass showered all over them.

~~~~~

Cassian heard glass shatter down one of the many halls and ran down to Azriel’s office, where the prisoner’s weapons were currently being stored. He pulled open the door just quickly enough to see Inej leap gracefully from the windowsill, and to see Jesper make a vulgar gesture towards him before following the Wraith. He ran to the window, and saw them being pulled with the tide in a direction he knew led to the Harbour. Oh shit. Rhys had just lost his leverage.

The Inner Circle were all sitting in their living room, a stunned silence hanging over them all. Even Feyre had stopped sobbing, only the occasional tear trickling down her pale face. They had gone so quickly from being in control to being left with less than before, with Nyx missing as well as the prisoners. Rhys stood up, his face going from the picture of devastation to uncontrolled rage, and Cassian almost shivered, like the room had changed temperature.

“The Dregs have no idea who they’re messing with. They thought we were dangerous before? They haven’t seen anything”, he snarled, the promise of violent death clear in his voice. “We have nothing left to lose. Game on.”

The pained silence that followed their nodding was only broken by Azriel’s gloomy tone.”I still can’t believe they took Truth-Teller.”

~~~~~

Nina ran to the deck of the boat she was travelling on when she heard the cries of “man overboard!” She had been travelling with this crew for weeks now, between her journey to Ravka, her quest for Zoya and the journey back, and while she would never exchange her life with the Crows for a life at sea, she had grown fond of them, so she wanted to help however she could. However, when she reached the surface, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the new level of light, she saw Jesper and Inej in front of her, shivering and pale. She blinked again as though the light was deceiving her, showing her who she wanted to see when they landed, but no, Inej and Jesper were really there.

Nina squealed and ran towards them, throwing her arms around them and nearly knocking them to the floor. She thought maybe Jesper was dripping sea water onto her face as she felt coldness fall down her rosy cheeks, but realised she was crying as they gripped her tightly back, as if they were scared to let go. She had been so worried when Kaz had told her they were missing, presumably captured by this mysterious Rhysand, and she had convinced the crew to stop at a dodgy island marketplace on their way back to Ketterdam to pick up supplies for Wylan. But here they were, whole and safe in front of her.

She released them, but kept gripping Inej’s hand tightly, as though the Wraith would float away on the breeze, and she turned to Jesper, saying “I have some spare towels in my room. Follow me.”

Nina kept glancing worriedly back at the pair behind her, looking so pale and scared. When they got to her cabin, she threw them a towel each, before collapsing on her bed and saying “spill”. Her face fell more and more with each word they spoke, pressing tightly against one another as if they were the only thing they could be sure of. Which, Nina supposed, was probably pretty accurate based on what she had just heard. She had never heard of any Grisha having the powers Rhysand was supposed to have, unless they were on jurda parem, although it didn’t sound like that was the case. And now they were after the Crows? Oh no, this wasn’t going to end well at all….

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