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realcube · 3 years

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haikyuu!! characters with a chubby! s/o 💗

characters: tsukishima, oikawa, atsumu, osamu & suna

thank you anon for this cute request 🥺

tw// comfort, fluff, angst if you squint, insecure! reader, swearing, they/them reader but reader wears a dress (in osamu’s)

(a/n): anon requested comfort but i feel bad bc i’m writing this like ‘no, (y/n)! stop being sad! you’re beautiful! 😡’ then i remember that i can just select+delete the pain away💗💖

Kei Tsukishima

let’s not pretend like tsukki gives a fuck what you look like tbh ✋

like nobody is ‘perfect’ and everyone is insecure (to varying degrees) so why would he care about your weight?

nobody ticks every single box to meet society’s definition of ‘beauty’ ��

plus, tsukki thought beauty standards were stupid away so he created his own - and you meet every single one 💖

in fact, almost everyone meets his beauty standards - besides himself ‘:)

he seriously doesn’t care about your weight tbh, it’s the most trivial thing so why would he care?

although, he wasn’t naïve enough to think that everyone was like-minded

your front of ‘i don’t care about what other people think of me’ was strong enough to fool even the most observant of poeple, including tsukki

however, tsukishima failed to take into consideration that you were his girlfriend, meaning that you could be playing the same game as him; ‘pretend to not care about superficial things like beauty so nobody will think for a second that you are insecure about your body’

he wasn’t one to give compliments but neither were you tbh so the mutual agreement y’all have of ‘let’s call each other names as a form of endearment to avoid those awkward moments were you are looking for the right words for praise but can’t come up with anything’ was fair

but after you accidentally sent him a self-deprecating ‘joke’ message that was clearly meant for a friend, he never passed up the opportunity to compliment you ever again

like he kinda just stared at the message like 😮 ‘does (y/n) seriously care about their weight? why? it doesn’t even matter. how stupid! who told them that the shape of their body is important? bc it’s not..’

then he turns to look in the mirror like ‘wow you srsly need to put on muscle, lanky bitch. or else (y/n) will probably leave you for some built jackass like kuroo. pick up some weights, noodle arms!’

anyway, he’s not too good with words and comfort in situations like these but he’ll probably reply to your text with something out-of-character and surprisingly sweet

to paraphrase (bc the actual text would probably be like a whole damn persuasive essay LMAO he starts with the introduction, makes five points and finishes with a conclusion pfft) , i think it would be something like: ‘hey, (y/n). ik that text was probably meant for one of your friends (but if they’re the ones making you feel bad about your weight then you should probably drop those toxic cunts anyway 💅✨) but i just wanted to say that even though you are the biggest clown i’ve ever met (/j) you’re still v beautiful 💗 stop being insecure or i’ll pass away ⚰💀 ok thx love you bye’

Tōru Oikawa

how are you insecure if you’re dating oikawa? /j

like he is such a hypeman

whenever y’all take pics in your ✨fancy outfits ✨ for formal event, he acts as though you are second most beautiful thing on the face of this earth 😍 (second to him ofc)

but he only does that so he can keep up the reputation he has of being effortlessly confident bc he’s scared that if it slips for even a second, everyone will see how truly insecure he is

truthfully, in his eyes, you come first place by miles (❤ ω ❤)

like srsly, you’re so gorgeous in that dress!! he hopes that you know that he is joking about the whole ‘second place’ thing bc you should be able to tell by the way he looks at you that you’re genuinely the most striking person he’s ever laid his eyes on

you never acted overly confident in front of him but he definitely didn’t think you were as insecure as you are

he thought you were just..humble :)

sometimes he’d hear you mutter something mean about yourself as you passed the mirror but he paid no mind to it as he figured that you just cared about your appearance and wanted to maintain a certain image

however, once he was made aware that you didn’t want to maintain your image but rather, change it - he never let you murmur anything nasty about yourself under your breath ever again, not without proceeding to tackle you to the ground and shower you with his love, affection & praise 💞💕❤

and he never made a ‘second place’ joke ever again, he started his honesty streak by reassuring you that you’ll always be the number one in his eyes 🤩

also, after that, he was a lot more open about his own insecurities with you and you made sure to respect them and help him in a similar way that he did

there is just so much love and admiration between the two of you and at first you were both to shy to express it but now, you both are showering each other in compliments 24/7 bc you both just want the other one to know how perfect you view them as (❁´◡`❁)

Atsumu Miya

atsumu is a hypeman like oikawa but...better :)

IT’S BC HE HAS NO SHAME

he’ll compliment you on anything you wear and he makes it a point to use the most inappropriate compliment as possible, relative to the outfit you’re wearing

so if you’re wearing your pyjamas, he’ll call you ‘glamourous’

if you are wearing a swimsuit, he’ll call you ‘elegant’

if you’re in your work clothes/school uniform, he’ll call you ‘sexy’

and if you’re in lingerie, he’ll call you ‘adorable’

but it makes you blush so hey, no complaints

so when he finds out that you’re actually insecure about your weight, he’s just like ‘no ❤’

like he hates the idea that when you look in the mirror, you don’t see the god(dess) he sees

like why? it’s the same person

💞 fuck ‘perception’ 💞

💕 ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ TF YOU ARE THE FUCKING BEAUTY💕

grrr he was so mad

but he was also soft

he was like ‘if (y/n) insecure? then why hot? then why pretty? then why fit perfectly into my arms?’

plus, THIGHS

he’d never diss a person bc they had small thighs or anything BUT he’d also NEVER complain about being given the chance to be with someone with some good thighs 👍

tbh the best could do to help was compliment you ten times harder to eliMINATE ALL YOUR INSECURIES

(and ofc i don’t mean that in a way - for example - if you’re insecure about your nose, he’ll fkn chop it off......he won’t chop your nose off LMAO he’ll just show you how much he loves it, to the point where you have no choice but to love it too ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ )

anyway, plz love (or at least, tolerate) yourself or else he’ll suffocate you with all his love and affection :D

Osamu Miya

osamu is at a loss when it comes to typical beauty standards tbh

to him, weight (and most things) are similar to..hand size, for example

just like how you can’t imagine someone feeling self-conscious about the size of their hand (especially if their hand is a healthy size)

he can’t imagine why some one would be shamed for their weight (especially if they’re a healthy size)

so had no idea you could possibly be insecure about something like that and he probably on realised after a few years in the relationship 😅

there was a formal event coming up and y’all were going as dates so you wanted to shop for outfits together

as couples do ✌

anyway, he was on a dress site, scrolling away until you pointed out one that you thought was pretty - and it matched the color of the tie osamu bought too!

it was a fair price (for a formal dress 🙄 which is probably like $68/50) so osamu was like ‘buy it then ( •̀ ω •́ )✧’ bc he thought it would so gorgeous on you

but you were like ‘no’

and after he pried further, you explained how you thought it wouldn’t ‘suit your body type’

GRRR HE dislikes IT WHEN PPL SAY THIS SO MUCH BC HOE YOU DON’T HAVE A BODY TYPE YOU’VE GOT A BODY 😡💕 WEAR THE DAMN DRESS IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BEAUTIFUL

but like deadass it’s not your blood type- it’s just a thing ppl made up to make ppl (mostly women) feel bad about themselves for no reason

but that might just be his inner atsumu talking 🤷‍♂️

he didn’t even know what to say at first- he was just like ????? body type ????

but once he figured out what you meant, he still had no idea what to say- at least, without sounding rude

what if someone came up to you and told you they were insecure about the shape of their knee.......what do you even say???

so he was silent for like the rest of the day

you decided to give him some space just in case something happened which had upset him

he had no idea what to say, in all honesty, so he hoped that his actions spoke louder than words

around 3 days had passed since you last spoke to osamu and you were beginning to think something you had said made him uncomfortable

you were studying in your room until there was a ring at your door so you rushed downstairs and you opened it to reveal a package sitting on your doormat

you had recently ordered some cleaning equipment so you were sure that the content of the package was probably that

so imagine your surprise when you tear it open to reveal — you guessed it — the dress 💕

Rintarō Suna

when he says that he doesn’t care what ppl look like, he means it

he upkeeps his own appearance though bc..it’s his!

like why would he care about what weight you are? that’s none of his business

as you can tell, he’s generally not shallow but sometimes when y’all are just cuddling and your face is pressed to his chest, the words ‘you’re so cute’ just fall from his lips

so ofc he appreciates compliments over his skills, personality, humour etc over flattery about his appearance

hence, the praise he gives you is usually based around those things too bc he just thinks that you’re just like him in the fact you don’t appreciate skin-deep comments

so when he found out that you’re actually insecure about your weight (or something else), he kinda blames himself

he thinks that the whole reason you’re not extremely confident in your appearance is all due to him and the fact he fact he maybe didn’t compliment you on your looks enough — but that’s not to say that he doesn’t think you’re beautiful

you’re the most radiant person he’s ever laid his eyes on and he thought you knew that regardless of whether he vocalised it or not

he wasn’t really sure what to do tbh

bc he loved you and wanted to comfort you ofc but he was scared of making things worse

like what if something he says accidentally makes you so upset that you break-up with him 😭

but he knew he couldn’t just stay silent about the issue, especially when he wanted to say to much

thus, he sent you a heartfelt message on discord

(rather than snap, whatsapp etc so he could edit it after he posts it bc knowing him, he’ll probably write something, reread it ten times then as soon as he hits send, he spots a bunch of mistakes)

and he’d explain how you’re simply divine regardless of your insecurity and if anything, it just makes you cuter 😍

ok ok so i really don’t want it so seem like he has a fetish bc HE DOESN’T

but he think your curves are so fun and pretty ❤

like everything about you is pretty but suna just can’t comprehend why you’re insecure about something like your weight when he literally adores it (bc he adores everything about you)

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kirishimabestcharacter · 4 years

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snap! mha boys

oneshots in which y/n snaps at girls feeling up on her mans, feat. izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki

BAKUGO KATSUKI 💥

today, you and katsu went out to eat

you both are in your third year at UA

the waitress was being subtly flirty with bakugo, and he seemed annoyed but you both ignored it

‘‘how about we eat here, y/n?’‘ ‘‘sounds good to me, katsu.’‘ you both walked in and were greeted by the host, who led you to a table of two. the table was farther in the back of the restaurant.

‘‘we’ll have a waiter out to you two in a few minutes! please, enjoy.’‘

‘‘thank you!’‘ you exclaimed. katsuki thanked the waiter as well.

you and katsuki were talking about nonsense and playfully bickering for a few minutes until a waitress came to serve you two. ‘’hi, welcome to (insert restaurant here cause idk what to call it). can i get you two started on any appetizers or drinks?’’ you noticed she was eyeing bakugo the whole time she was speaking. yeah, it was no secret bakugo was handsome, but she could clearly see the two of you were together. ‘’uh.. hi, yeah, i’ll just have a water for now..’’ the waitress turns to you and immediately changes her facial expression to something of disgust. ‘’okay, i’ll get that out for you. and what may you have?’’ she turns to bakugo with a smirk on her face. you felt your cheeks heating up out of anger, but you restrained yourself. ‘’yeah, i’ll have a water as well.’’ katsuki sensed your discomfort. ‘’two waters.. i’ll have that out asap!’’ when she walked away, katsuki asked you whats wrong. ‘’whats up with you babe?’’ ‘’i don’t like the way she was looking at you, katsuki.’’ ‘’don’t overreact y/n. you know i wouldn’t leave you for anyone else.’’ ‘’ yeah yeah, i know.’’ ‘’i’m going to the restroom, okay?’’ ‘’okay.’’ as you watched him walk to the restroom, you saw the waitress look at him and start to follow behind. ‘’oh hell no,’’ you said to yourself.

‘‘uh, hi?’‘ bakugo looked at the waitress with puzzled look on his face. why the hell is she following me? he thought. the waitress took her fingers and traced them up and down his arm. ‘‘well.. i just thought... you’d want someone prettier. better. i could probably make you feel so much better than that whore over there... what do you say, hot stuff? me and yo-’‘ ‘‘OH ABSOLUTELY NOT BITCH. THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?’‘ you came up behind her and pushed her. ‘‘you heard me,’‘ the waitress retorted. ‘‘listen up, you cockeyed bearded dragon lookin ass bitch. me and the man you just called hot stuff are dating, so i would advise that you walk away and get us our damn drinks before i call management on your skimpy ass.’‘ ‘‘i-’‘ ‘‘did i stutter? why are you still in my face?’‘ the waitress walked away quickly and placed your drinks on your table. ‘‘that’s my girl!-’’ ‘’shut the fuck up.’’

IZUKU MIDORIYA 🥦

you and izuku decided to go to a hero convention today

you two are also in your third year at UA

you went to go get all might themed candy apples, but you came back and midoriya seemed scared

‘‘i’m so excited!!’‘ izuku almost yelled. ‘‘me too! i can’t wait to see mirko.’‘ ‘’i’m gonna get so many t shirts and posters...’’ he mumbled. you just smiled at the sight of how cute he was.

‘‘woahhh, zuku, this place is way bigger than i thought it would be!!” ‘‘yeah.. its huge...’‘ ‘‘OH MY GOD THERE’S A MIRKO STAND!!!’‘ ‘‘WAIT Y/N DON’T RUN OFF-’‘ the day consisted of you two going around the convention, meeting heroes, and buying merchandise.

‘‘ugh, i love mirko so much. her panel was so good! don’t you think, izuku?’’ ‘’yeah y/n, i think she said a lot of good stuff... i see why you look up to her now.’’ ‘’yea- ZUKU!! ALL MIGHT CANDY APPLES!! I’LL GO GET SOME, STAY HERE-’’ ‘’Y/N- sheesh.’’ what you didn’t notice is that since you two walked out of the panel, a girl had been checking midoriya out. she walked over to him.

‘’hey there.. how about i get your number?’’ izuku was terrified. what if you came back and thought he was cheating, then you got mad and dumped him? his face was frozen in fear. ‘’ i uh- i- i uh-’’ ‘’ohh come on...’’ the girl started. ‘’better idea,’’ she leaned into his ear. ‘’how about we ditch the bitch over there and grab something to eat?’’ izuku stepped back. ‘’i um- i’m good..’’ ‘’pleaseeee-’’ she took his scarred hand. ‘’oh wow, these scars are so cool, how did you get them?’’ you saw the look on midoriya’s face and the girl who was touching him. ‘’oh god,’’ you said. you sped walked over to them. ‘’whats going on here?’’ midoriya had never been happier. ‘’oh thank god, you’re back-’’ ‘’um, who are you?’’ the girl said. ‘’i’m his girlfriend, who are you?’’ the girl smirked. ‘’you might just be the side hoe after this, love..’’ ‘’the fuck did you just say to me?’’ you handed the candy apples to izuku and walked up to her. ‘’you low down, dirty, musty, crusty ass bitch. how the hell you gon come up here and try to holla at my man when yo breath smells like ten pounds of bounce that ass? bitch, you deadass built like the alligator from princess and the frog and yo forehead on swole mode. and you smell like fish. go brush your fuckin tongue before you open that nasty ass mouth of yours. like damn, pick a struggle.’’ her cheeks had reddened up in embarrassment and people had stopped by to laugh at her. after she ran away, you turned back to izuku. ‘’i fuckin hate people like her. anyway, look at these apples!! they look just like all might, don’t they?’’

‘’uh... ye- yeah... they do...’’

this was so fun to write

#mha #bhna #bhna x black!reader #mha x black!reader #bhna x poc!reader #mha x poc!reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #bhna x reader #bhna x you #izuku midoriya #bhna deku #mha deku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bhna bakugou

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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So, it’s Fic Writer’s Appreciation Day...

I know this is coming in a little later, than other’s posts about it, but if we really take a step back - we should be appreciation fic writers all the time, not just on one day.

Some people do whatever they can to support people like me - writers of fics that post and share their hobby with the world - and that takes a helluva lot of guts to do. The world’s a scary place, and the people in it can be hella nasty, but we keep posting anyway.

So without further adieu, I’ll get started (’cause this could be a long list...)!

(Also, please take these lightly. I’m not great with words, and I can be awfully awkward, so bewarned~)

First that comes to mind is @ellana-ravenwood. She’s an amazing writer, and I’m not going to lie by saying she wasn’t a huge inspiration for me to start writing and posting - because she was, and still is. So, Ella, if you’re reading this, I want you to know how much you mean to me - and no doubt others too. You’re awesome. Don’t ever doubt yourself.

Next is @writefightandflightclub. My fellow Poe Hoe. My ride or die. I don’t care if you don’t see me the same, you’re a homie to me, and I would kill or be killed for you - I swear that. You always manage to say the best stuff, and I have no idea how you do it, but you better not stop.

@gingerwritess is my go-to for Loki fics. I will forever proclaim your talent, Theo, and how you always manage to write Loki so well. Honestly - did you sell your soul or something? If you did I wouldn’t be surprised. We love your work!

Naturally @propertyofpoeandbucky is on this list, and not just because she’s an absolute doll. Both her and @whirlybirbs have this thing where they get into a new and almost completely unrelated fandom from the one I followed them for, and let’s just say - Lani - I have never felt such a pull to Spencer Reid in my whole damn life up until you started writing for him. I swear -

@fizzyxcustard and @cassiabaggins both post some slapping Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit fics, and they both always manage to pull me into the void known as the Durin Hole, because damn - if somehow their writing doesn’t do that one day, that will be the day I am taken into the darkness and die.

@sunmoonandbucky, @cake-writes, and @imanuglywombat - the Bucky Babes. All three of you are honestly such good writers, and even better people. I love you three so much, and you always deliver - not the content we want - but the content we deserve. I send my love to you, hang in there guys!

@haikyuudreaming. Kris. Sweetie. Your headcanons make my day. They always make me feel better, even if they’re filled with angst - and I can’t help it, they just do, so we’ll have to just put up with that fact. You write our volleyball boys so well, and I love you so for it.

@quilledinkpen. The more I get to know you the more we have in common. I swear if we end up being seperated twins or something I wouldn’t even flinch at it. You’re writing is great, and you’re doing so well.

@commanderserwin, @xxsmokeyy, and @attackonfics, you all feed my Attack on Titan thirst so well. You all write beautifully, and convey the feelings that would come with being in this anime so well that I often find myself cutting off from the real world and being right there - you know? Thank you, for being able to do that.

@keiqos and @keilemlucent, you both are my go-to sin-bin bingers. I’m a Hawks gal through-and-through, but damn - when you write for others I read them too, and I love them just as much. I feel like I need to wash my eyes out, but I guess it’s my fault I can’t help going back for more, huh?

In short, I love all your writing so much. More than words can really say. So consider this me also sending you as much hugs and love as you need!

Make sure to stay safe, and healthy too! As much as I love your writing - you always come first! So take care, and enjoy your day/evening.

Much love once more! - Nemo

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 5 years

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The Professor Pt.6

A/N: I didn’t feel like being extra while I was editing so thoughts are in italics. Also please leave comments and tell me what you thought of this part :)

Tags: @namelesslosers @blackchunkyqueen@panthergoddessbast @forbeautyandlife @cancerianprincess@shegoego @soulsparker @iamrheaspeaks @blq-gyal @ashrae720 @chaneajoyyy @loosewindmill @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @txmellayella @tiava143 @ohshititslezz @sheisexcellent @sydneebleu @blackpinup22 @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @whoramilaje @izraahh1

Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.)

Word Count: 1624

Erik gave his final notes and dismissed the class. As the students cleared the classroom I glanced over my shoulder and caught his eyes on me. He looked away quickly. I turned and walked to my next class knowing I left him thinking about me. I attended the remainder of my classes and ended my school day with a late dinner. Simone went back to the apartment to get some work done but I headed back to building C.

I made my way to Eriks classroom. I stopped my hand from opening the door when I heard more than one voice inside. I peeped through the window of the door and Ms. Cooper. I stepped to the side so as not to be seen. I watched them talk about who knows what for a couple of minutes. I could tell that she was flirting hard by the way she was batting her eyelashes and touching his thigh. The smile on his face didn't seem to mind, hell he looked like he was enjoying it. I couldn’t help the anger that started to bowl within me. I couldn’t hide my territorial nature. After about ten more minutes they stood up and walked toward the door. I thought about leaving but I wanted him to see me, wanted him to know that I had seen everything.

When he opened the door to allow her to walk out the expression on his face when he saw me was priceless. She gave me one of those fake teacher smiles. Her teeth were overly white, I could tell she’s had some work done. Her makeup was heavy and I’m not talking full glam beat heavy. I’m talking clay face I’ve never seen a beauty blender in my life heavy.

“Hello Ms.Cooper. You look very nice today. I love your makeup.” I said flashing her the same fake smile back.

“Oh thank you so much. I’m trying out a new foundation.”

It shows girl trust me. I thought to myself. As she turned back to Erik.

“It was nice talking to you Erik…”

Her eyes darted over to me as she had forgotten that I was there.

“I mean professor stevens.”

She made sure to touch his arm one more time before turning and walking away. The extra sway in her hips very apparent. Erik was extra careful not to look. I took a mental note of that. I made sure the hallway was clear before walking past him into the classroom. If he thought he was free to flirt and be a hoe, he made a sad mistake. He was mine and I was going to make sure he knew it.

“Hi Niya.”

I looked at him tilting my head to the side, remaining silent.

“Hey Erik how are you? That's usually how this conversation goes?”

Without a word, I made my way over to his desk bending over to expose my bright red panties underneath my dress. Slowly I pulled them over my round ass and down my legs. I hung them off of the table light he had and sat in his chair spreading my legs wide. He jolted to the door covering the window with his body.

“Have you lost your damn mind? Anyone could walk past and see you like that...exposed in my classroom. I could lose my job!”

He quickly lowered his tone not wanted any teachers or students to hear from the hallway. I giggled at the amount of panic he was displaying. I enjoyed playing with Erik, making him squirm. I knew he was used to always being the dominant one with a girl but not with me. I licked my fingers as he watched me closely.

“What are you doing?” He asked frantic.

I slid my hand down my body and rubbed my clit, moaning from the feeling.

“Are you crazy? Be quiet now!”

I raised an eyebrow at him. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to? The bass in his voice only enraged me more. I rubbed myself faster moaning even louder than before.

“Erik yes like that!” I groaned

He almost gave himself whiplash trying to check the hallway to ensure no one heard me. I cackled. Seeing him freak out was hilarious.

“Niya stop please!” He begged.

I rolled my eyes as I stood up adjusting my clothes. Once I felt that I looked presentable I made my way over to the door he was still standing in front of. I smirked as I pushed him out of the way. Before I walked out the door I handed him a neatly folded piece of paper that read:

Meet me at the Ramada Hotel at 8.

Bring the panties with you.

I left a key for Erik at the front desk. When I heard the hotel room door unlock I couldn’t hold back my excitement. I waited for him to make his way to the bedroom. When he finally did he paused. I can only assume he was in awe of my black lacy lingerie that left little to the imagination.

“Do you like what you see?

“Niya we need to talk about what you did tod-“

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh….that’s not what I asked you. I said do...you...like...what...you...see?”

He let out a heavy sigh.

“Yes I do.”

“Good. Now get on your knees and crawl to me.”

He did as he was told with little resistance. When he was close enough, I placed my perfectly pedicured toes on his chest.

“You Erik sometimes I feel like your taking me for a joke and I don't like it. So now I have to teach you a lesson.”

He looked at me with a confused look on his face. Erik had a way of making me feel things I didn't usually feel like butterflies and shit and I didn’t like it one bit. I can honestly say that when I first laid eyes on him I thought I would have a way harder time getting him to let me be dominant but it was surprisingly easy. I thought about what kind of women he must’ve been with in the past and how he’d been with them and how it differed from how he acts with me. Oh hell no. Girl don’t even go there. Don’t invest to many emotions into him.

I shook my head to get out of my thoughts and reached back to grab my tazapper from the line of toys I had laid out on the bed, caressing it in my hands. I knew he had no idea what it was.

“Take your clothes off.” I said taking my foot from his chest.

I watched him strip and the way his skin glistened in the dim lighting made me want to do nasty unspeakable things to him. When he was completely naked. I walked circles around him admiring his body. I got to his back and without warning I zapped him on his lower back. He jumped in shock and I couldn’t hold back the belly laugh that came out of me. I took note of the fact that he remained silent even after I zapped him all over his body, never asking why I was doing this or what he did wrong. That let me know that not only did he know what he did wrong but he also knew not to question me further. So he is learning.

“I’ve been very lenient with you Erik but today...today was the last straw. Now tell me, what did you do to upset me?

ZAP!

“I was flirting with Linda.”

ZAP!

“WHO?”

“I mean Ms.Cooper!”

“Now tell me. Why would you do that knowing you belong to me? Huh? I know it's not because her looks because she could never look as good as me on her best day pooh.”

He looked down at me with a stern look on his face for a second I thought he might turn the tables and snatch me up throw me on the bed and take me.

“I did it to get back at you for what you did to me. I planned to get close to her maybe date her for a bit to get under your skin but you caught me and if im being fully honest you probably wouldn’t care anyway, it's clear you don’t feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

“How do you feel about me?” I asked genuinely wanting to know.

He inhaled deeply gathering his thoughts together before he gave his answer.

“I’ve never felt this way about any girl before. You have this control over me and I can’t explain it, you just do something to me.”

His words hit hard. I had no idea he felt this way about me. It kind of made me want to be nice to him. Almost. I still had to teach him a lesson for trying to get back at me and I intended to do just that.

Continued in Pt.7

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Can We Just Talk? // AI

pairing: reader x ashton

warnings: angst, smut

word count: 9.1k

summary: lashton are brothers in this fic, reader & luke are best friends, reader is secretly fucking his brother

notes: about a month and a half ago i saw this picture of Luke and Ashton looking like brothers and i decided to write a smutty blurb about it. anyway here we are 9k later. this,,, is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written. its like only 4k actual plot the rest is smut. shout out to @baby-loba bc our hoe sessions inspired this fic tbh. It is only this nasty bc of you. also @aspiringwildfire for reading it & giving me advice before i posted. and @5sex-of-summa for finding the picture for the fic (and @5sosnsfw for trying lol). love you all

this fic is inspired by talk by khalid

The air turned heavy with anticipation. The second Luke got up and began walking away, both (Y/N) and Ashton had their eyes trained on his back, waiting for him to step out of view. When Luke rounded the corner, Ashton was on her. The hand that had previously been resting on her thigh crept closer to her heat and his mouth attached to her neck, lightly teasing the skin there.

“Fuck,” She groaned out, so overwhelmed she could barely keep her voice down. Silently, she thanked whatever deity was watching that the TV played loud enough to drown out her moans.

Moving to another spot on her neck, Ashton whispered, “You brought this upon yourself, baby girl.”

About three hours before, (Y/N) had received a text from Luke that simply asked movie night?

She had texted back immediately with yes!! can i stay the night?

Movie nights had always been a staple of her and Luke’s relationship, but only recently had she begun getting so eager to spend the night. If Luke noticed, he hadn’t said anything. Perhaps he thought it had something to do with how lonely she got in that apartment by herself. That was only half of the truth.

The other half was that she liked what it meant for her and Luke’s older brother.

She had met Luke when they were both freshmen in Communication 101, bonding over their love for classic rock and their dreams of working in the music industry one day. She wanted to be in management and Luke wanted to produce music like his older brother. (Y/N) didn’t meet said brother until she followed Luke to LA, unable to fathom her life without him.

She remembered the day she met this brother very clearly. She was sweaty and disgruntled, unused to the boiling LA heat. Having been there for years already, he was seemingly unaffected.

The first thing he said to her was, “Are these yours or Luke’s?” signaling the boxes stacked on the right side of the U-Haul. As if she wasn’t hot enough, he had her flushing hotter. She could definitely see the family resemblance - the curly hair, the square jaw, the pronounced chin - but when he smiled, her heart reminded her that this was definitely not Luke.

“Those are Lu’s.”

“Cool,” he nodded. “I’m Ashton by the way.”

They lasted all of one year before they started fucking each other.

Luke, of course, had no idea. She and Ashton weren’t anything serious, so there was no need to concern Luke with the idea of sharing his best friend with his older brother or vice versa. And sometimes the struggle of always being around Luke, unable to touch each other, made their relationship even hotter. They were always finding ways to rile each other up without Luke noticing.

Like earlier that night, for example.

When she first got to the house, Luke was in the theater room flicking through movies on Amazon, while Ashton was in the kitchen preparing snacks. Instead of helping Luke with his choice, she lied, “I need to go to the bathroom,” and immediately made a beeline for the kitchen.

Ashton was standing with his back to her in a black sleeveless shirt, chopping a pineapple into small bite-sized pieces. She paused for a second, eyes trained on the swell of his bicep as his hand worked the knife, she could tell he had been working out.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me from the doorway?” He asked, snapping her out of her bicep fantasy.

(Y/N) let out a small chuckle before silently crossing the kitchen floor to him. She knew her and Ash were just friends with benefits, but moments like this made it easy to forget.

As soon as she got behind him, she placed both hands on his waist, got on her tiptoes, and placed a kiss gently on the side of his cheek. A feeling of warmth spread through her chest as he leaned into her. Then, he turned his head just as she moved to the side, both in sync, both bringing their lips together for the first of many times that night.

“Hey,” she greeted as they parted. She slid away and moved to stand at the counter to his right, close enough that his arms brushed hers when he resumed his pineapple chopping. Grabbing a slice, she slipped it into her mouth.

She didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked down to her mouth, watching as she licked the dripping pineapple juice from her fingers. When the air in the room went heavy, (Y/N) was not surprised. It was like this whenever they were around each other. There was something about being in each others presence that brought a cackle of electricity.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” She said, the bashfulness of her voice contradicting what she was about to do. “I’m going to need to borrow your hand for a second.”

He shot her a questioning look but pulled his hands away from the pineapple slices nonetheless. A small, lopsided smirk began playing on his lips, enough that she could see the slight indent of a dimple.

“My fingers are a little sticky.” He wasn’t sly. She knew exactly what he wanted.

She grabbed his hand, stepped closer, and said, “That’s okay, I can take care of that for you,” before bringing his fingers up to her lips. This wasn’t a part of her plan, but to say she had a thing for his fingers would be an understatement. She pulled three fingers into her mouth, loving how he immediately took over, pressing on her tongue as she licked and sucked around them.

“I’m assuming this wasn’t the surprise?” he asked, eyes locked on her lips as she switched out the three fingers for his thumb.

She shook her head, tongue circling the thumb. When she pulled it out, a small translucent strand of saliva still connected them. She licked her lips to break it.

“Nah, that was just a little extra,” she admitted with a wink. Ashton was always so responsive to her ministrations, it made her bold.

She moved the hand away from her mouth and slowly guided it down to the edge of her t-shirt dress, eyes locked with his the entire time. He took over, other hand coming to join the first, pulling her flush against his chest as he took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her skin under his fingers. It only took a few seconds before he realized the surprise she was showing him. He groaned, grabbed her ass in both hands, and pulled her even closer to him.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hands skimming up and down her lower back confirming, “You’re not wearing any panties.”

She nodded her head against his chest. “Wanted to make it easy for you,” she murmured. Her breath hitched as a large hand gripped her ass cheek and pulled before lightly gave it a light slap. “So, we don’t have to waste any time when Luke finally falls asleep.”

“How the fuck,” Ashton responded through gritted teeth, “Am I supposed to sit through this movie knowing you’re right next to me with no panties on?”

She looked up at him, bit her lip and shrugged. “But speaking of movies, I better go back to the theater room before Luke starts wondering where I am.”

As she pulled away, he shot her look that told her she would pay for teasing him like that later.

It was later, and she was paying.

Knowing Luke wouldn’t be in the kitchen for long, Ashton made quick work of wetting his fingers and pressing them on her clit. The feeling had her gasping, throwing her head back, and biting her lips to control her moans.

“Wish I could eat you out, baby.” He whispered, lips brushing against the column of her throat. “Wish we had more than a couple of minutes so I could get down and eat you out right here. You wouldn’t be able to sit through another movie night without thinking about my fingers and tongue inside you.”

He had a filthy mouth; she had a love-hate relationship with it. She loved listening to him talk but hated how he just had to breathe one word, and she’d be wet and pliant for him.

“Or maybe next time I’ll get you a vibrator, pretend I don’t realize how I’m ruining you while you struggle to stay quiet and still so Luke and I can enjoy the movie.”

Whining, she bucked her hips up, begging for more than the glide of his fingers between her folds, craving those fingers inside her. Grabbing the arm that was working her pussy, she dug her nails in hoping that he’d oblige.

He didn’t. Instead, he kept teasing.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Love struggling to stay quiet with a vibe inside you?”

And he really didn’t have to ask. He knew how much the thrill of getting caught made this thing with him even hotter.

But she whined, “Yeah,” anyway. Her breath hitching as his fingers finally slid inside her. Her other hand settled on his thigh with an iron grip. She needed something to hold on to - everything was too overwhelming.

Her next whine was interrupted by the sound of the microwave beeping in the kitchen.

Ashton was off her in an instant. He licked his fingers - reminiscent of that moment they had shared in the kitchen - before moving away and grabbing his phone. She gasped at the loss of him, at how quickly he had shifted off of her and took on a cavalier demeanor at his end of the couch.

Without even looking back at her, he said, “You might wanna cover up, baby.”

She was still struggling to compose herself, but she pulled her dress down, crossed her legs, and threw the blanket back over her for good measure. She had hoped that she could catch her breath, that she could control the flush on her face before Luke made it down the hallway and back into the TV room.

No such luck.

When Luke walked in, he took one look at her and asked, “Are you okay? You look flushed.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, hoping she didn’t sound too breathy. “But maybe we should head to bed after this movie? I’m a little tired.”

Luke shrugged, “Yeah I have an early day in the studio, anyway.”

For the second time that night she thanked whatever deity was up there looking out for her, helping her get laid.

The rest of the movie was a blur. Ash was a steady presence beside (Y/N), his hand resting on her thigh under the blanket, reminding her of what they could be doing that very moment. Luke was on the other side of her, reminding her why they couldn’t.

The half an hour it took for the credits to roll in was torture. It felt like every minute, Ashton’s hand would creep higher and higher up her thigh.

She knew he wouldn’t try anything - not with Luke draped against her. Too much movement on either of their part would alert Luke to what was going on. As much as a part of her wanted to say “fuck it,” wanted to drag Ashton upstairs, to let him have his way with her, it would be better for everyone if she waited patiently for the end of that half an hour instead.

When the movie was over, she and Ashton were out of their seats immediately. She grabbed Luke’s hand, trying to pull him off the couch and up the stairs.

“Let’s go to sleep,” she whined, hoping he wouldn’t see through the fake yawn that followed.

When he yawned in return, she counted it as a win. He still didn’t move from his spot on the couch, however, suggesting instead, “We should at least help Ashton clean up first.”

Ashton shook his head, already picking up the trays with a few pieces of fruit still leftover. “‘S okay, I got it.”

“You sure?”

Luke looked surprised. (Y/N) didn’t understand why - Ashton was always cleaning up after them. It was kind of his love language, these little acts of service.

“Thanks, Ash. Love you,” Luke chimed, finally standing up.

Ashton rolled his eyes in response. But they had a rule about always repeating the sentiment when one of them said I Love You, so as (Y/N) and Luke ascended the stairs, they were accompanied by the sound of Ashton calling “Love you too. Goodnight,” after them.

Luke and (Y/N) had done it so much lately, getting ready for bed together was almost routine. They spent about a half an hour together in the bathroom, brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and applying the various creams and serums of their nightly routine, all the while chatting about everything from industry gossip to what Luke should do with his hair. As Luke talked, she could lend him no more than half an ear, her mind consumed with thoughts of Ash, wondering if he was already in his bedroom waiting for her.

She wondered if he would take some time to rile himself up while he waited. Maybe he was sitting on his bed, idly playing with his dick, hissing as his fingers ran over it, knowing that his hands could never do her pussy or her mouth justice. Her mouth watered just thinking about it. She needed to get to him as soon as possible.

It took Luke all but screaming her name for her to snap out of this fantasy.

“You okay?” He asked, obviously concerned about her uncharacteristic spaciness.

Knowing she couldn’t very well say, “Sorry, I’m thinking about fucking your brother,” she shrugged and mumbled, “Just tired, I guess.”

Luke led them both out of the bathroom, shutting off the lights behind them. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Eagerly, she bounded towards the bed, lifted the covers, and slipped in. When Luke slipped in beside her, she breathed out a sigh of relief. She hoped he would fall asleep quickly so she could sneak from his bed and into the room right next to his.

About ten minutes later, she got her wish. Luke’s breath was coming out in short huffs which usually indicated that he was asleep. “Luke?” she tested. When he didn’t respond, she snuck from underneath the covers, making her way out his door and over to Ashton’s.

Ashton had been waiting for her. He must have heard her footsteps approaching because before she could even knock, he was opening the door and pulling her in. He had to be careful closing the door behind her, knowing that a slam could wake Luke easily - and waking up alone to a noise coming from elsewhere in the house would mean Luke coming to investigate. That was the last thing either of them wanted.

“God, I wish I could be rougher with you,” Ashton groaned, pushing her lighter than he wished against the door. He grabbed both ass cheeks immediately, kneading them in his large hands. “Wish I take you hard and fast until the headboard was slamming against the wall and you were screaming my name.”

The very idea of it had her squirming and moaning, pushing back against his large hands, hating the way he riled her up with no way of making good on his promises. She thought maybe the following day they could meet at her place, be as loud and as rough as they wanted to. She didn’t get the chance to suggest it before he’s wetting his finger and bringing it to her hole. Rubbing around, he was surprised to find her already a little wet with anticipation. He pushed the digit inside her, playing with her for a moment, darting in and out of her, loving the way she pushed back, trying to get the finger deeper.

As much as she loved getting fingered by him, she was horny, and this was not what she came for. She reached a hand behind her, rubbing down the front of him, trying to get a hand on his dick. He was only in his boxers, which made it easier for her to grip and rub it.

“Let’s take this to the bed maybe?” she suggested, words heavy with desire.

His finger slipped out of her; then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the bed, pushing her down to lay on her back. He grabbed her waist lining her up with the edge of the bed where he knelt before her.

“You have to be quiet,” he reminded, hands roaming up and down her thighs. This was a game they played. He liked to see just how much he could drive her crazy as she struggled to remain silent.

She bit her lip and nodded, “I can stay quiet,” but he threw her a skeptical look.

“One sound and I stop,” he warned, and with the warning still in his hazel eyes, he bowed and took to her heat.

She had to bite her lips to keep from crying out right away, squirming as he flattened his tongue and licked between her folds.

He licked a broad stripe over her pussy, coming a to stop at the clit, bringing it in between lips and sucking. She wasn’t expecting it, the pressure was too much - she had to bring her hand up to her mouth, covering it to prevent a cry. She could all but see him smirk at her reactions. He knew it was a matter of time before she couldn’t contain her screams anymore.

She tried. She did. She bit her hand, and her tongue and her cheek, bucking as he dragged his tongue back and forth against her. She could hardly breathe. One hand reached down to grip his hair for purchase, as she tried to lift her hips off the bed, chasing more of that sinful tongue laving over her pussy.

When he took her by surprise, sucking her clit into his mouth once more, both hands went to his hair, and she cried out, “Fuck, Ashton.”

She was so caught up in the heat of him, she didn’t realize what she’d done until he was off her, looking unimpressed.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

But it was too late. Ashton got what he wanted. She was always wound so tight in her everyday life, he loved that in bed he could get her to be less than perfect. And she loved the feeling of giving up control, something she had a hard time doing outside these moments with him.

“Turn over,” he ordered, standing up to remove his boxers as she rolled onto her stomach and got up on her knees, face pressed up against the sheets, ass waving in the air. When he looked up from where he had kicked his boxers off to find her ass in the air, he groaned and grabbed it for the third time that night. To say he was an ass man would be an understatement.

She wasn’t sure when he had rolled a condom on, but she felt his plastic clad dick pushing into her. When his dick bottomed out, she could already feel herself becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside her. Her toes curled, and her hands reached out grip the sheets. When he started fucking into her, she knew that she would have a hard time staying quiet.

With every stroke she had to make an effort to control her moans, bringing her hand to cover her mouth, biting the sheet below her, holding her breath. None of this made a difference when Ashton began picking up speed, pounding into her.

She was whining lowly, twisting, trying to take him deeper, when he grunted, “You gotta be quiet, baby girl.”

And she nodded, but she really couldn’t control herself, each other breath drawing a moan or gasp or whine from her.

Eventually, Ashton flattened himself against her, strokes becoming shallow and slow. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Shh, Luke’s gonna hear you.”

She shook her head against his. “Can’t.”

The sensations were too much. She couldn’t control herself.

“Just gonna have to help you out then.”

He pulled out of her, and she gasped whining at the loss of contact. Then he was flipping her over, leaning over her on the bed, realigning himself and pushing into her. This time, he had one hand braced beside her head, twisting in the sheets, the other came to curl around her throat.

There was something about his fingers around her neck that quieted her. Maybe it was just the sheer act of dominance that down, causing her to submit in every way. It brought her feelings inward, bringing awareness to how her entire body was aflame.

It felt so good to have him pounding into her while she was unable to breathe. She could feel her orgasm building, and by the look on his face, his orgasm was coming too.

When she came, her whole body seized, squeezing down on his dick. That had him chasing his own orgasms, a few pounds into her before he was coming too.

He rolled off her slowly, pulling off the condom, tying it, and placing it in the trash. When he came back to lie down next to her, he caressed her face, running his thumb over the light sheen of sweat that had collected on her upper lip and pressing a small chaste kiss on her lips.

“Was that okay?” he asked, fingers rubbing at where they were choking a few minutes before.

(Y/N) nodded, knowing that he liked checking up on her after getting particularly rough.

He searched her face, making sure she wasn’t just saying it, making sure she was actually alright, before saying “Good,” and capturing her lips again for a kiss.

This time it was filthy, tongue dipping into her mouth, rubbing against hers.

“We should get under the covers maybe?” He suggested. Then he gestured to both their states of varying undress. “I mean I’m cold.” He didn’t have anything on, but she was still wearing her dress, bunched up at her hips.

She chuckled but shook her head. She did consider it very briefly. Since they’d started fucking, she had gotten kind of addicted to the feeling of his arms around her. But, she knew she couldn’t, Ashton knew she couldn’t, not when Luke had fallen asleep with her in his bed an hour before.

Sitting up she said, “Gotta get back before Luke notices I’m gone.”

She saw the moment his face fell and fought to ignore the tightening of her chest. Leaning down, she moved for one final kiss. “We can do something tomorrow night?” she suggested, remembering her earlier idea. “You can come over, and you can get as rough as you want and we can even cuddle after.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, in a manner that almost sounds like relief, burying his hand in her hair and pulling her down for that last kiss.

When Luke left early the next morning, (Y/N) almost left too. She had an entire morning routine - gym, breakfast, then work, like clockwork, every morning. Yet, all it took was her being in the same house as Ashton to get thrown off her game. She felt pathetic just sitting around for him to wake up, so she ended up making herself some breakfast. It was nothing fancy - just a smoothie from the leftover fruit in the fridge and an English muffin.

She had the blender on high when Ashton emerged from his bedroom, coming to greet her in the kitchen. She didn’t hear him coming up behind her, so the hand on her waist and the kiss to her hair was a surprise.

“Morning,” he mumbled, sleep still evident in his voice. He released her and moved over to the dishwasher to grab a cup. “What are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the gym?”

“Just woke up,” she lied, figuring that sounded infinitely less pathetic than I couldn’t bring myself to leave without seeing you.

He smiled as he filled his cup with water from the fridge door. It was a knowing smile, one that told her he was well aware she hadn’t just woken up. Before he could call her out on her lie, she asked, “Do you want to do lunch?”

“Sorry,” he responded, causing a cloud of disappointment to settle over her. “I have lunch with an artist. But I’ll be by your place tonight, okay?”

She obviously didn’t do a good job of hiding said disappointment, because he was crossing the kitchen floor to grab her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “Don’t be sad,” he said, kissing her once on the lips. “I’ll more than make up for it tonight.”

She had lunch with Calum instead.

“Speaking of Ashton.”

That was a mistake.

“Were we speaking of Ashton?” She asked throwing him a look of irritation. They were not. He had waited until there was a lull in the conversation to spring the topic on her.

Which really could only mean one thing.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she said, “He told you.”

Calum at least had the decency to look apologetic. “Sorry,” he said. “But to be fair, you had to know he was going to tell me.”

She opened her mouth to argue but couldn’t. Ashton and Calum were very big on openness and honesty with each other. Ashton keeping a secret from Calum was rare, unheard of even. She should have expected it, but that didn’t mean she was any less annoyed by it.

“To be honest,” She joked as a means of hiding her frustration. “I’m surprised he didn’t roll over and text you immediately after he finished. He at least waited until he got me off first. I’m proud of him for that.”

The joking also kept the bubbling anxieties at bay. It quieted the voice in the back of her mind trying to tell her that one more person in on her secret was one additional variable she had to keep track of. Being with Ashton made her feel out of control enough. She loved it in the moment but, at times like these, the lack of control burned a hole in her chest.

Unfortunately for her, Calum sobered the conversation. “You’re not mad that I know, right?”

She didn’t know how to respond. Yes, she was mad, but she was trying very hard not to be.

“It’s me. I’m not going to tell anybody.”

And she knew that. There were definitely worse people that Ashton could have told. But at the same time. . .

“I don’t know, Cal. I was kind of hoping it would be just between him and me.”

“Why? This group has never kept secrets from each other. I know intimate details about both your sex lives. What makes this time any different?”

She sighed.

She had forgotten who she was talking to.

This was Calum Psychoanalyst Hood, and she was ever his favorite patient. She had a habit of ignoring her feelings and making bad decisions, and he had the habit of pointing them out. But never in an upfront manner. He preferred to let her know he was concerned about the way she was acting without letting her know why. She hated it; she had a reason for ignoring those feelings in the first place.

They were interrupted then by the waiter shuffling towards the table to ask if everything was okay with their meals. She clammed up as Calum said, “Everything is great, thank you.”

The waiter brought a brief reprieve to their conversation, both of them taking a moment of silence to begin eating again. This did not last long. Both her and Calum were too confrontational as people to just leave the conversation be.

She cracked first.

“Maybe I didn’t want him to tell you because I thought you’d make a big deal about it and do something like, I don’t know, ruin our lunch by terrorizing me about it.”

“I’m not terrorizing you. Two of my best friends are fucking each other and keeping it a secret for some reason. I can’t help but be concerned.”

“What’s concerning? There’s no need to be concerned. It’s just two adult friends having frequent consensual sex with each other. No need to be concerned.”

It felt hypocritical for Calum to be concerned about this. He had many different friends with benefits arrangements. She did too, and so did Ashton. Why would it be a problem now?

As she looked up into deep brown eyes, heavy with apprehension, she knew, one way or another, that she was about to find out.

Calum was silent for a beat, letting her anger seethe while he took a bite of his sandwich and a sip of his water.

Then he said, “Am I correct in assuming that the reason you don’t want Mikey or I to know is that because you’re afraid that Luke will find out?”

Oh right, Luke.

That was the one thing she worried could blow up in her face. But she couldn’t just tell Luke. There were so many reasons why Luke could react badly. Most notably was the fact that she and Luke had become inseparable in the last few years. Luke had gone through a lot of shit with his ex in their final year of college and (Y/N) was his crutch throughout the aftermath. When they left for LA a year ago (just a few months after Luke broke up with his girlfriend), Luke had been friendless, depressed, and was a borderline alcoholic. She spent months picking up the pieces. There are moments from his rehabilitation that still haunted her; moments where Luke’s newfound abandonment issues were out in full force. She had been the last of their old friend group to stick with him, and while Luke never said it outright, she knew he was afraid of losing her too.

He was a lot better now, but she could see how he might think this thing with Ashton meant losing her. Was it so terrible that she wanted to enjoy her relationship and spare Luke’s feelings at the same time?

As if the thought of Luke finding out wasn’t haunting enough, Calum followed up with, “Well, afraid probably isn’t the right word since you guys keep almost having sex around him.”

That comment wasn’t particularly fair. Yeah, she and Ashton frequently teased each other in Luke’s presence, but they were careful about it.

(She didn’t want to think about how careful had a habit of flying out the window with Ashton around.)

“You guys might want to stop that if keeping Luke in the dark is truly your aim.”

And there he went, being cryptic again without explaining himself. She felt irritation building like an itch, and she had to scratch. She couldn’t let him continue.

“What the fuck do you mean if it’s truly my aim?” She asked, voice low, ever aware of how easy it was for her to get loud. “You know I hate it when you psychoanalyze me like that.”

“I’m just saying,” Calum pushed back. The intensity of his voice matched hers, but without the underlying anger and irritation. “That the part of you that so desperately wants no one to know needs to have a conversation with the part of you that’s itching to get caught.”

She pushed her bowl away. She was done. With the food and the conversation. She hated that Calum brought up such good points about the incongruity of her actions. She wished that he would just tell her what he thought it all meant.

She said as much to him, “Well since you know me so well, why don’t you tell me what I really want.”

“(Y/N), I know you dislike thinking about your emotions, but this is one thing you’re going to have to figure out yourself.”

Conversations like this were such a commonplace in her and Calum’s relationship, he recognized the moment she reached her breaking point.

“Go,” he said, and she stood immediately.

One day she would learn to sit and fully finish an argument without having to run away or having to change the topic of conversation. For now, she behaved as she always had. She stored everything Calum had said in the back of her mind, ready to spend her day thinking it over, stood up and grabbed her things.

“Love you,” said Calum before she could walk away.

It was times like this where their dumb little rule about always saying “I love you” back was so important. When she and Calum had an honest conversation like this, his “Love you” served as a way to remind her that he said what he had because he cared.

She parroted her, “Love you, too.” It released her of all the negative feelings that arose and reminded her that their friendship was much more profound than her mild irritation.

As she passed by his chair on the way to the exit, she stopped. She placed a tiny kiss to his hair, smiling as he leaned into it.

That the part of you that so desperately wants no one to know needs to have a conversation with the part of you that’s itching to get caught.

Calums words ran through her mind all day. Did a part of her want to get caught? She didn’t think so. It was probably more accurate to say there was a magnetism about Ashton that made her throw all caution to the wind. That was the bigger issue. She was so consumed by her thirst for him, that she constantly forgot herself.

Had this been anyone else, had she been in her right mind, she would not have allowed it to continue for as long as it did. She knew what she had to do - she had to take control. What she and Ashton needed were boundaries.

But boundaries were easier said than done.

She was sitting on her living room sofa hours after her lunch with Calum. She ruminated on what he had said, a glass of wine in one hand, the rest of the bottle sitting in wait of its consumption atop her coffee table. In her other hand was her phone. She had been staring blindly at it for a few seconds now. She hadn’t decided yet whether to take snapchat up on their offer to respond or their offer to replay.

She said, “Fuck it,” aloud to herself, then tapped replay.

As the video started, all she could see was Ashton’s hand and in it was a tiny, purple, egg-shaped device with a small hook curving off of it, and an equally small remote. She felt heat pool in the pit of her stomach immediately. Her eyes hadn’t deceived her the first time - he was, in fact, holding a vibrator.

“Hey baby,” his voice came rolling through the speakers, gruff, sexy, and commanding as always. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you today. Thinking about how you’d look with a vibrator in you as you sat through one of our movie nights, trying to keep your whines quiet.”

He rolled the device back and forth between his fingers as he spoke.

“The thought of you being quiet for me, being a good girl for me, got me so worked up that I had to stop by the store on the way home. I bought us a vibrator.”

She was expecting the camera flip this time, ready when Ashton’s face popped up on screen. The phone was close enough to his face that she could feel the lust in those deep hazels burning through the phone. “And luckily for us, the boys wanna hang out tonight, so what do you say?”

She bit down the part of her that so desperately wanted to say yes and overwrote it with reminders of Luke and why boundaries were necessary.

Ashton, she typed out, holding her breath as his little bitmoji popped into the chat. I don’t think we should do these things around Luke anymore.

As soon as he read her message, he was facetiming her. She declined the call immediately, worried that he would be more than capable of convincing her to go against personal interest.

So instead of getting a conversation face to face, he got a text message. We don’t need to talk about this Ash.

I think we do.

She took one look at the bubble at the bottom of the screen that indicated Ashton was typing and decided that she really didn’t want to hear it. Acting on pure instinct, she turned off her phone and threw it on the couch just opposite her.

Going wireless for the night had not been the plan, this conversation with Ashton definitely was not the plan, but she decided to use it to her advantage. Picking up her laptop, she began catching up on some work, all the while desperately trying to distract herself.

Nearly eight o’ clock, two hours later, her efforts prove to be a success. She was so caught up in the analysis she was doing for work, she didn’t even think when she heard a knock on the door.

After picking up her glass of wine and draining the last of it, she absentmindedly moved towards her door.

“Who is it,” she asked stopping just shy of the knob, hand already outstretched.

“It’s us.” The gruff, unmistakable sound of Ashton’s voice had her pausing in surprise.

Fuck.

Her only consolation was that he said “It’s us,” and not “It’s me,” which could mean Luke was there. And Luke would make a great barrier between her and Ashton if needed.

She tried to steady the shaking of her hands as she reached out and opened the door. Standing there were Luke, Ashton, and Michael, all portraying varying emotions. Luke, as always, looked happy to see her, Michael looked his usual excited puppy-like self, but Ashton, she could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)!”

Yeah, he was angry.

Her immediate response was to go on the defensive. “Don’t come into my fucking apartment and yell at me, dick face!”

Ashton ignored her and barreled into past her. Luke and Michael followed him in, shutting the door behind them. They stopped and stood, each of them flanking her as they watched Ashton go on his tirade.

“Where the fuck is your phone? Why haven’t you been answering any of our calls? We thought something happened to you, asshole.”

Before she could react, go to that place of anger and annoyance, Luke stopped them, stepping forward between her and Ashton. “Relax,” he called over his shoulder at Ashton. Placing both hands on her shoulder, he asked softly, “You okay, bubs? Was kind of worried when you didn’t answer any of my calls.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, allowing herself to be pulled into a hug. “My phone was off. I wanted to get some work done.”

The look Ashton shot her over her shoulder said he saw right through her lie. He knew she was trying to avoid him. She closed her eyes to it and buried her face in Luke’s neck.

Michael, in true Michael-like fashion, ignored all the tension in the room and announced, “She’s okay, just like I said she’d be. Can we go get food now?”

She must have been a pit stop on their way.

Luke pulled away from her, looking her in the eyes. “As long as you’re okay?”

She smiled, heart warmed by Luke’s concern. “I’m okay.” She promised. “I just wanted to get some work done. I’ll definitely let someone know next time.”

And that was enough for Luke. Looking past his shoulders, her eyes caught Ashton. That was not enough for him. He still looked furious, the intensity of his stare burning holes through her.

“You guys go ahead.” This was the first thing he’d said all night that rich with anger. “I need to talk to (Y/N).”

She hated the way that turned her on. She knew he was still angry. The thought of being alone with him and that anger should make her nervous, but instead it made her want to fall to her knees, have him use her until he wasn't angry anymore.

There were mumbled “okays” and “goodbyes.” Michael and Luke both hugged her and, before she knew it, they were alone.

She sat down and poured herself another glass of wine from the already half empty bottle. She was going to need it for this conversation. Ashton had already started pacing.

Three sips in and he was still pacing. God, she hated how hot his anger got her. She always thought that if she got into a relationship like this, based so heavily on passion, she would match her partner, anger for anger. But here she was, ready to submit if it meant getting what she wanted.

“Ash,” she began.

He didn’t even look at her.

She did not like that.

“I shouldn’t have turned off my phone, I get it. But I didn’t want to have a conversation about it. I didn’t want you trying to convince me.”

His head snapped around, eyes finally meeting hers. There was that animalistic passion again, burning bright in his eyes. “We have to talk about shit, (Y/N). This isn’t going to work if you refuse to communicate with me.”

She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. It just wasn’t that serious. It wasn’t like she was ending their arrangement. It was one small boundary. Putting her glass down, she sauntered up to him, stopping him in his tracks. She had other ideas about how he could use his anger.

“I’m sorry.” She reached one hand out, running it down his chest, allowing her nails to claw at him through the soft cotton material of his shirt.

He grabbed her hand and placed it back at her side. “Stop trying to distract me.”

Stepping even closer, she put both hands on his chest this time. “I’m just trying to apologize,” she said, letting her want spill over into her voice. She could feel his resolve breaking in the way his chest heaved beneath her fingers. She knew what would push him over the edge.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, daddy.” Dropping to her knees, she pouted, looked up at him underneath long, fanning eyelashes and breathed, “Please.”

That was all it took.

He swore and hastily undid his belt, shucking both his jeans and his underwear off to the floor. She watched, entranced, as he took his dick into his hands, pumping it twice. Her mouth watered at the thought of swallowing him down, getting him hard.

“God, look at you,” he groaned, one hand coming to rest at the nape of her neck. “You’re gagging for it.”

She whined and nodded, showing him just how desperate she was for it. She pushed his hand away and took over. Starting at the base of his cock, she licked a stripe to the top, moaning as she got to the head and sucked it into her mouth.

“Shit,” he whispered. A hand came to rest at her nape as she bobbed up and down a few times before finally taking him down to the hilt.

When she came back up again, spat on his tip and murmured, “Fucking love your cock,” using her thumb to spread her spit over the head.

She loved putting on a show for him like this, wanton and begging, because she loved the feel of his attention entirely on her. It also got him hard like crazy. It didn’t take long before she could feel him start to fill up her mouth. His breath was coming in pants from above her as he surrendered completely to her ministrations.

She was moaning on his dick, taking him down as far as she could go, when he stopped her.

“Baby girl,” He moaned out, hand tightening in her hair. She didn’t want to stop. Ignoring his words, she sucked him down until she was choking on him, hands coming up to play with his balls.

She couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction as he cried out “Fuck.” He got a tight grip in her hair pulled. She whined and released him then, head rearing back to lessen the pain.

“Let’s take this to the room,” He commanded, bringing the hand from her hair to rest on her chin. Gently, he nudged her to standing height and pressed a soft kiss on her spit soaked lips. “Need to fuck you.”

She threw her arm around him and drew him down into a deeper kiss. Sliding her tongue against his, they took a minute to re-acquaint themselves with the taste of each other. He ended the kiss with a nip against her plump bottom lip.

“Bedroom,” he demanded. “Now.”

He stepped out of his boxers and pants before following her down the hall and into her room. On her way there, she removed her shirt and shimmied out of her pants, both items of clothing tossed over her shoulder haphazardly. Thank god she lived alone.

When they both got to the bedroom, Ashton pulled his shirt off, his last article of clothing, and came to stand in front of her. His lips immediately went to her neck, gently tracing down the side of it, stopping to nibble at her shoulders. His hands traveled down her waist, exploring everywhere, dipping into and out of her underwear.

“I’m still mad at you,” he grumbled.

She rolled her eyes but resisted quipping back for fear that it would set him off on his tirade again.

“We’re going to have to talk if we want this thing to work.” He continued, this time spoken from the spot beneath her ear.

Sighing, she pulled away from him and looked up into hazel eyes.

“I’ll be sure to talk to you next time,” she lied. “I promise.”

That was exactly what he needed to hear. He brought his large hands down to cup her ass, lifting her up, causing her legs to wrap around him on instinct.

“Thank you,” he said, before kissing her again, filthy and deep. She almost felt sorry for lying to him, but she knew that the best way to take control back from someone like Ashton, was to let him think he still had it.

He walked to the edge of the bed and gently deposited her on top of her comforter, mouth never once leaving hers.

“You gonna be loud for me tonight, baby?” He asked when they separated from each other. His words brought electricity back to the air, their usual passion burning bright.

She nodded eagerly in response. There was no need for secrecy between them tonight, no Luke to cause her to hold back her moans.

He nudged her to her stomach and pulled at her hips, bringing her to her knees. “Let’s get this off,” he said, slapping her cotton covered ass once gently before thumbing underneath her panties and pushing them off.

He wasted no time bringing a finger to her entrance. He slid inside her easily, pussy already dripping for him. His finger pumped in and out of her a few times before he brought another finger up to join the first. The feeling of his fingers was both too much and not enough. She loved his fingers, but she wanted more. She wanted to be full with him. She wanted his dick inside her.

She was about to complain when his fingers bent just right, and he hit that spot inside her that had her crying out. She arched her back and moaned at the feeling, “Fuck, Ashton.”

He hummed, pulling out his fingers, but dived down immediately to replace them with his tongue. He licked into her, laving between her folds, all the while her hands twisted and pulled at her comforter.

Without the pressure of being quiet that night, she chanted his praises, letting him know how good he felt. She allowed herself get so lost in the feeling of Ashton’s tongue on and inside her, when he came up for air she heard herself whine pathetically at the loss.

Chuckling, he bit her ass cheek then sucked until she was sure he had left a bright red mark she wouldn’t be able to ignore tomorrow. He liked eating her out from behind for precisely this reason. It was rare for her to walk away from Ashton without at least a couple of bruises on her ass.

He slapped the cheek twice, each time landing on the already painful bruise he had sucked. She felt her body quiver at the sting of it. She moaned his name, “Ash.”

“Ready for me to fuck you, babe?”

She could feel her whole body jerk with how heavily she nodded her head. The warmth of Ashton’s body disappeared from behind her for a moment as he reached over into her bedside table rummaging for a condom. She panted and pushed her ass back in anticipation.

With the condom rolled on, he returned his attention to her, crawling onto the bed behind her, grabbing her hips, and aligning himself with her before pushing in.

He started off slow, allowing them both to get used to that feeling of him buried deep inside her. She encouraged movement, pushing back against him, writhing impatiently, and gasping, “Fuck me, Ash.”

That was all it took for him to take charge. He grabbed her hips and established a rhythm as he slammed into her. The room filled with the sounds of sex. Each thrust was punctuated by the slap of their skin and her voice as she repeatedly screamed his name. She got loud for him, letting him know how good he made her feel, how she loved the feeling of his dick deep in her pussy.

She wasn’t surprised to feel her orgasm building. She had been worked up since the second he started yelling at her that night. When she came, her whole body clenched, and her knees gave out underneath her. He followed her down, dick still deep inside her. He slowed his thrusts while the waves of her orgasm passed, then grunted at how limp and pliant she was underneath him.

Pulling out of her, he flipped her over. He crawled over her, realigned himself, and pushed back into her. She cried out, loving how sensitive she was from her orgasm. She knew he was close too, they had done this long enough that she recognized that look on his face.

She brought a hand up and ran it through dyed red hair before pulling him down for a kiss.

That was the wrong move.

Instantly, she was consumed with the intimacy of the moment. There was nothing dirty and animalistic about the way he licked into her mouth. This felt like a different kind of passion, and that scared her like no other. He pulled away from her to look her in the eyes.

“I love this,” he confessed, one hand coming up to brush away the hair that was sticking to her face, his hips still snapping into her, his thrusts deeper and slower now. “Love doing this with you. I feel so connected to you.”

“I-” she started, but she didn’t get to finish because he was crying out, his hips stuttering to a stop as he came inside her.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in the heady scent there as he climaxed inside her. They both laid still for a few seconds after he came, breathing in each other and basking in the afterglow. Seconds later he rolled away, tying off his condom and throwing it in her bedside trash bin.

She paid no attention to what she was doing. Her mind was far away. She allowed herself to be moved pliantly as he came back next to her and laid her on his chest.

“I” she had begun to say. If he hadn’t interrupted her, she might have said something she would have come to regret. And even Ashton, the way he said his piece, the “I feel so connected to you” felt deeper than his usual praises when they had sex.

What did it all mean? She didn’t know, but the twisting feeling she had gotten while talking to Calum earlier was back with a vengeance.

God.

Fuck.

She rolled off of him. This was getting to be too much - the closeness of them. She had felt it before, the way how the relationship felt like more than just a friends-with-benefits situation, but her stupid talk with Calum now had her dwelling on it. She wondered how they ended up here, trying to find the defining moment took their relationship from one friend eating out another at a studio in West Hollywood to this.

It happened while she wasn’t looking.

She sat up and moved towards her bathroom door.

None of that mattered anyhow, she tried to tell herself, not now that she was taking back control.

“Hey,” she called over her shoulder. “Make sure to close the door when you leave.”

There was confusion in his voice. He sounded almost small as he asked, “I can’t stay over?”

She took a deep breath and turned. Meeting his eyes, she begged her resolve not to crumble. “Why would you do that?”

They were silent for a moment, eyes locked on each other. For a moment she thought he would complain, make a fuss like he did earlier. Instead, he released a frustrated grunt and began to get dressed.

“See you later, Ashton.” It was hard not to look back as she walked into her en-suite.

end notes: ok so confession: this is theoretically parts 1-3 of a 9-ish part story, but I thought it worked well as a stand alone. don’t forget to let me know what you think!

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lurafita · 5 years

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Hi! So, I have so far only seen you post stories for the Starker pairing, or Iron Dad. Do you do other pairings, too? If so, would you consider writing something for Spideypool? Please and thank you.

Spideypool was my absolute OTP for a long time (though I did have some side pairings I also enjoyed with Peter all the while), I’m a hoe like that.

Anyway, it took me a while to answer this ask, but I do hope you enjoy what I wrote up.

I sometimes like imagining Spideypool as the kind of power couple, where they both are just ridiculously badass.

No-powers AU, established relationship, police detective!Wade, mysterious background!Peter.

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Edward Collins, suspected for weapons dealing, drug smuggling, and human trafficking, looked far too smug for a man currently sitting in an interrogation room, with his hands cuffed to the table.

Captain Steve Rogers watched the man through the one way mirror with a suspicious frown on his face.

“All our evidence so far is circumstantial. It was enough to bring him in, but it won’t hold up in court. I don’t like that he waved his rights to a lawyer. He must think he has some kind of trump card. We need either a confession, or for him to incriminate himself in any way. Just get him to talk, Wilson.”

Next to the blond captain, the ex-special forces turned New York police detective, grinned sharply.

“No worries Captain America. I’ll have him singing like a bird.”

He ignored the familiar demand of “Stop calling me that!” and strode leisurely into the room.

“Eddie! Pal, Amigo, dirt under my shoes!”

He let himself fall into the chair right across from the man.

“So, what’s a scumbag like you doing in a place like this? Also, you don’t mind if I call you Shirley, right?”

Most of the precinct would describe Major Crimes unit’s detective Wade Wilson anything from ‘slightly eccentric’ to 'bat shit fucking insane’. They would also say, however, that at the end of the day, Wilson always got his shit done. So as much talk there was about his methods (and general being), it was usually accompanied with a measure of respect.

Wade reveled in it. Not just the respect, but also all the gossip about his 'crazy antics’. In fact, he liked to stir up the rumor mill every now and then, exaggerate on some tales, spice up some details.

His long time partner, Nathan Summers, had tried to reign him in during the early stages of their work relationship, but after damn near 7 years of being friends with Wade, he had given up.

It was too bad that good old Nate wasn’t down here with them to see him work his particular brand of magic on their suspect. (Someone did need to do the paperwork, after all. And Nate had lost at rock-paper-scissors)

Wade so loved aggravating his uptight partner.

Anyway, back to business. There was actually (sometimes) a method to his madness.

Sure, Collins had seemed pretty relaxed and put together so far, but how would that facade hold up when he was angry? What would the man let slip if Wade pissed him off enough?

If there was one thing that Wade liked to pride himself with (apart from his excellent taste in food and the love of his life), it was his ability to piss people off.

“You know, on second thought, you look more like that old woman in that horror game, after she was taken over by that parasite or whatever that was, and had all those cockroaches coming out of her crotch. What was her name again… Marguerite! That was it!”

The look on Collins face had darkened significantly, and his fists were clenched tightly on top of the table.

Bingo.

“So, Maggie-moo, let’s talk about last weeks shipment for your company.”

He pretended to rifle through the stack of notes to his side.

“You know, the one that, according to your books, should have been transporting sheep wool from Uruguay. However, it says here the ship hailed from the exotic shores of Columbia, and was carrying about twenty-five million dollars worth of cocaine.”

He affected a shocked look, complete with dramatically slapping his hands to his cheeks.

“Marguerite! What a bad, gross looking, girl you have been!”

Collins face was growing red, eyes pinched, teeth grinding together. Guy was gonna blow any second now. It was almost too easy.

“It’s because you weren’t hugged enough as a kid, isn’t it? I mean, I totally understand that your parents didn’t want to hold what must have been the ugliest baby on the planet, and I’m not blaming them one bit. But maybe it was a little much for them to chain you up outside and tell the neighbors you were just a mangy dog for all those years.”

Just as it looked like the other man would explode into an all condemning rage, Collins, surprisingly, suddenly calmed. The angry red left his face, his tense shoulders relaxed, the fisted hands intertwined their fingers together, and the man leaned back into the chair with a long exhale. Then he smiled.

“You said your name was Wilson, right? Detective Wade Wilson. I thought the name was familiar. I read about you in the newspaper the other day. An engagement announcement, wasn’t it?”

His smile turned nasty.

“And what a lovely creature your fiance is. Peter Parker, 28 years old, works in Queens 'Little Tykes’ daycare center, doesn’t he?”

Wade’s demeanor changed instantly, as a cold, foreboding feeling spread through his stomach. Collins went on, smirking as he saw the panic building up in the detective.

“It would be such a shame, wouldn’t it, if something were to happen to that pretty little fiance of yours. While you are in here, wasting your and your departments time and resources by accusing a good, honorable citizen of crimes he didn’t commit.”

Wade pressed his hands down on the table before him hard, and leaned over to be as much in the slime-bag’s face as possible, and spat out through clenched teeth.

“What did you do?”

He knew that his captain, who had been watching and listening to everything from the other side of the mirror, was likely sending people to his house right now to check up on Peter, as well as calling him on his mobile. It was the only reason why he remained calm enough to not break Collins bones one by one right then.

But Collins remained seemingly unintimidated.

“Why, Detective Wilson, I didn’t do anything. I have been in this room ever since you and your friends in blue so rudely interrupted my meeting, waving these false arrest charges about. I can hardly be held accountable for any accident that might befall the man you love, because you happen to be bad at your job. Did you know that most accidents happen at home?”

The gears in his head turned as fast as his rage grew.

“You sent someone to my fucking house, didn’t you?! Who did you sent? How many?!”

He was becoming frantic, his muscles shaking with the effort to keep himself from lunging right at the smug mother fucker.

“You wouldn’t have sent a lot, right? You have neither the brains to plan accordingly, nor enough underlings to organize something like this on such short notice. You would have sent only one, right? Two at the most! Two couldn’t cause too much damage, right? Tell me you didn’t send more than two!”

The man was far too satisfied with having rattled the detective so much, it didn’t occur to him to wonder about the strange nature of the questions. He was just about to taunt him more, when a new voice cut into the room.

“Four.”

Both heads whipped around to look at the person standing in the now open door.

Peter Parker’s brown hair was slightly ruffled (but still looked ridiculously fluffy if anyone were to ask Wade), his jeans had a few unidentified stains on them, and the too big flannel shirt (Wade’s) that he wore over his science pun t-shirt, was ripped all the way up his left arm. Other than that, however, the younger man looked completely fine.

If you didn’t count the scowl on his face.

“He sent four guys. They trampled their muddy shoes over the new rug in the living room, bled all over the furniture, and broke the vase Aunt May gave us last Christmas.”

Wade had just straightened up and slapped a mollifying smile on his face. “Baby boy-”

Peter’s pointing finger stopped him right in his tracks.

“Don’t you 'Baby boy’ me! I told you not to buy the white rug, because it’ll be a literal dirt magnet. Did you listen? No. You were also the one who insisted on the hard-to-clean couch, because 'But Petey! It’s so soft.’ “

Behind Peter stood one astonished looking Steve Rogers, and a snickering (SNICKERING! The traitor!) Nathan Summers, who had undoubtedly followed Peter down here.

Then his fiance pinned Wade with another withering glare.

“Since our house is now a 'crime scene’, and I will probably have to wait several hours to get back to reading my book in some semblance of peace, until the CSI has found all of the missing teeth from your suspects amateur cronies, I’ll be spending the rest of my day off at Gwen’s place. And who knows, maybe we will go on a little trip down the street, to the shelter on the next block and get a dog.”

With that, the younger man turned on his heel and left a gaping Wade, his full out laughing partner, and their gobsmacked captain in his wake.

“But Babe! We were supposed to pick out the dog together!”

If Peter heard him, it went ignored.

The captain still didn’t know how to react to what had just transpired, it seemed, as he questioningly turned to face one of his best detectives.

“Say, Wilson, how did you two meet again?”

Summers just laughed harder for some reason, and Wade, instead of answering his captain, turned to (the up to that point forgotten) Collins.

Clearly having not anticipated that the detectives twink-looking fiance would be capable of defending himself against the men he had sent out, Collins’ previous bravado melted away faster than ice cream in a microwave. Add to that the now absolutely murderous expression on Wilson’s face, and he was seconds away from wetting himself.

Wade stalked over slowly to his suspect.

“Do you have any idea, how much sex my baby boy is going to withhold from me for this?”

It took both his partner and the captain to restrain the detective long enough for Collins to confess.

#spideypool #au #fic #alternative universe fic #ask #peter parker #wade wilson #no-powers au #detective!Wade #bamf!Peter #short story #op lurafita

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seasaltmemories · 6 years

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Comment for Year 7 of Rosea Puella

The way you write Kougyoku’s recovery is so poignant and moving! You don’t shy away from the grim realities, like how hard it is to keep up the fight or how her illness never entirely leaves her (even during her better days). She also isn’t magically cured after her realization that she wants to get better. She is still just as prone to sudden bouts of melancholy. But, at the time, it’s so hopeful and optimistic too, since it shows Kougyoku is steadily improving and that progress, though seemingly impossible, is definitely attainable.

Mustering all of her discipline, Kougyoku gets out of bed and helps Ka Koubun out. Trying to stop being a “burden”.

But it’s slow, painstaking, incremental change and sometimes it’s one step forward, two steps back.

She falls into a funk, tormented over her “failed” efforts to improve. It’s hard for her to see that just because she didn’t succeeded on the first attempt, doesn’t mean she’ll never succeed at all.

But even with the nasty voices in her head flinging insults at her, she forces herself to get up and try again. I’m just so proud of her.

Kougyoku can sense how precarious her mental state is but she’s stronger than she gives herself credit for and she continues to persist.

The metaphor describing her mental state as standing on the edge of a huge drop feels so apt.

Kougyoku uses this new self-awareness to anticipate when the worst of her depression will hit.

Yes! I’m so happy Kougyoku is proud of herself as well. After all these years of constant self-hate, it’s a welcomed change.

Even with her mind cynically retorting that it’s too small an accomplishment to really celebrate (but it’s not small, it’s huge progress), it does nothing to quash that small spark of pride.

But as with any rehabilitation, no matter how smooth, there are bound to be a few setbacks as well. The approaching winter only worsens her mental condition.

But she braces herself for it and is able to beat back the illness to manageable levels again, until its presence no longer crushes and immobilizes her, and at a faster rate than before.

With every victory, her confidence builds and she can combat her illness more and more readily and effectively.

It’s good that Kougyoku sets a goal for herself and a deadline to do it in, i.e. to knit a present for Ka Koubun for the Winter Festival. Although, I am concerned that she’s making the result of this project the barometer for her recovery. Especially since she wants to outdo herself and make the scarf really special.

It’s great that Kougyoku is getting out of the house in order to buy the supplies.

Things start going downhill though, when Kougyoku sees that all of the quality material is sold out, which means (to her) the project is doomed before it’s even begun. Her perfectionism is painfully relatable.

She’s spiraling. Freaking out even more when she can’t find the proper materials at home either (gosh, the feeling of not being able to think straight while panicking is a relatable feeling too).

At that moment, Ka Koubun walks in on her, which is probably for the best in this case, since he can calm her down and talk her through her panic attack.

Kougyoku, however, sees it as exposing her inadequacy to him.

Ka Koubun asks her what’s wrong and she responds by apologizing excessively for her failure to make him a proper gift. She probably would’ve gone on berating herself for much longer, had Ka Koubun not interrupted her.

Kougyoku feels patronized at his question and snaps at him. Something she regrets instantly and she goes back to apologizing and cursing herself out for being so useless.

Ka Koubun throws her through a loop when he asks her why she believes she’s useless. Kougyoku’s so stunned she can’t formulate an answer.

Ka Koubun’s question forces her to examine and articulate why she feels herself unraveling at something so seemingly trivial (identifying the problem and facing it frankly has proven to be effective, as it helped her better prepare for her depressive episodes) and put things in perspective.

Kougyoku talks very candidly with Ka Koubun, even bringing up the voices to him for the first time.

Realizing how she must sound, Kyogoku hastens to add that she knows that the voice she’s hearing aren’t real. She’s ashamed she even brought them up, fully expecting (and dreading) Ka Koubun to write her off as a “crazy lunatic”.

Ka Koubun, to his credit, takes this all in calmly. He doesn’t treat her like a basket case or dismiss her. No, he simply asks her a following-up question, namely, if she ever snaps back at the voices.

There’s immense relief that Ka Koubun is taking this so seriously and that Kougyoku no longer has to deal with it all alone.

Ka Koubun advises her to fight fire with fire. Anytime the voices try to cut her down, she’ll shut them down.

Beneath his calm exterior though, Kougyoku can see that he’s struggling to say the right things.

Kougyoku wants affirmation from Ka Koubun that she’s not crazy, even if she’s not always sure herself.

Ka Koubun’s answer is cagey, replying that it’s the state of the world that’s crazy, but Kougyoku thinks he doesn’t and she appreciates his support.

Kougyoku is becoming more and more conscious of the passage of time. Marking it not just by the season but by her daughter’s birthday as well. That’s an encouraging sign.

Kougyoku lets herself feel a sense of accomplishment in continuing to live (as well she should).

She’s also taking Ka Koubun’s advice and talking back to the voices, which appears to improve her condition.

Plagued by the guilt of being a negligent mother, Kougyoku makes an effort to bond with her daughter.

Like the road to recovery, motherhood isn’t easy. Despite the cultural myths surrounding motherhood, a woman doesn’t instinctively know everything about parenting once her child is born. Not to mention, it’s hard, stressful work, even when the mother isn’t grappling with mental illness. Which is why it’s doubly sad when the voices taunt Kougyoku for not living up to this impossible motherly ideal (at least she tells them to shut it).

Taohua, like any toddler, would rather run around and play than sit still with her mother.

But even though intellectually Kougyoku knows her daughter’s not deliberately snubbing her, she can’t help but feel dejected.

There’s this desperateness in Kougyoku, present in every task she undertakes, to get everything “right” (preferably the first time around). But she puts so much pressure on herself, she’s cracking under the weight of it, evident by the way she repeats, “she was trying,” over and over again in her head (at her lowest, she tends to repeat phrases such as, “I’m fine” in chapter 5).

What’s worse, she knows that her storytelling is ineffective and that it’s not bringing her any closer to Taohua but she can’t think of anything else to try. Either another activity or a new story to tell.

Kougyoku becomes so wrapped up in her problems that everything else disappears, even Taohua. It’s a habit that worries her, both because she has no idea when it started and because it seems to be happening much more frequently.

Kougyoku attempts to apologize to Taohua, and like her previous apology to Ka Koubun, she seems to be apologizing for her whole existence rather than a particular mistake or slip-up.

Taohua, though unable to fully grasp the situation, is aware that her mother’s “unwell.”

Kougyoku sees the concern (for her) etched into Taohua’s face, the earnestness in her expression setting her face apart from her father’s, despite their similar features.

The voices surge, mocking Kougyoku for being such a colossal failure of a mother that her own daughter has to parent her, but thankfully Kougyoku doesn’t take their shit.

Kougyoku thinks sickness is a good way to describe her condition. And now that she thinks about it, her mother struggled with a similar affliction so she may have inherited it from her (it’s sad to think that all she knows about her mother either comes from these secondhand accounts or slander).

Kougyoku admits as much to her daughter and, as with Ka Koubun, it lightens a little bit of her burden.

She also warns Taohua that she’s susceptible to the same disease so they will be on the lookout for the symptoms and do everything in their power to prevent the onset of the illness in the first place. With Kougyoku promising to be there for Taohua in the same way Ka Koubun is.

Kougyoku throws herself into the farming. It’s something to occupy her mind. Plus, physically and mentally, it helps to stick to a schedule.

Not to mention, having gotten used to the work, she no longer stresses about messing it up as she does with knitting or parenting.

“The callouses on her hands now aligned with a gardening hoe more than with any sword.” I adore this line. It perfectly encapsulates the idea that she’s leaving her old life behind her. And what’s more, Kougyoku is at peace with that.

Kougyoku gains a more nuanced understanding of Ka Koubun. It hits her now, as she’s coming to grips with her own identity, that he’s neither solely his worst or his best qualities and that the seemingly contradictory sides of Ka Koubun come together to make a fallible but whole human being.

On her own initiative, Kougyoku reaches out to Ka Koubun in order to learn more about him.

Despite (or perhaps because of) how long they’ve known each other, it’s taken this long for Kougyoku to ask Ka Koubun about his past, specifically about his lover. Asking the question is a decidedly awkward affair too, as Kougyoku fears she’s overstepped her boundaries.

Ka Koubun is understandably taken aback by the question since it was probably the last thing he was expecting her to say.

At least, he hasn’t beat a hasty retreat yet.

Even though she’s not a princess anymore, this still feels like a breach of decorum to Kougyoku. Still, she presses on anyway.

Ka Koubun is extremely reluctant to talk about it with her since his lover was a man. Kougyoku replies that at this point, considering her own disaster of a love life, there’s nothing in his that could shock or scandalize her.

Ka Koubun, after some deliberation, concedes her point. Noting that the age gap between them isn’t as wide as he sometimes thinks of it.

Kougyoku hasn’t been keeping track of their ages closely but she mentally notes that time has definitely taken its toll on them.

Ka Koubun opens up to Kougyoku. He doesn’t go too deeply into the specifics but the fact that he’s telling her anything at all shows how much he trusts her.

He asks her why she wants to know this all of a sudden, which is a fair question.

Kougyoku responds that she feels she’s at a disadvantage. Ka Koubun had a front-row seat to her dumpster fire of an adult relationship, while she knows next to nothing about his love life.

In that regard, Ka Koubun makes a wry remark about ignorance being bliss and Kougyoku is able to take it as the joke (though perhaps a poor one) it was intended to be, rather than as a barbed criticism. She even jokes back, saying she agrees.

She’s must be drunk, to bring up sex so bluntly. But she presses through the awkwardness, determined not to let her embarrassment ruin this heart-to-heart with Ka Koubun.

It’s major progress that she’s able to talk this freely about her relationship with Judal without shaking with anger or resentment. And I love that the thing she misses the most about him is the sex.

This whole exchange is golden! I don’t think they’ve ever had a chance to just relax and chat so amiably together before and it’s so nice to read.

The POV change had me at the edge of my seat. Since the story so far has either been told though Kougyoku or Judal’s POV it’s a nice little hint of the narrator’s true identity before it’s confirmed (that and the fact that he mentions he’s been to Xiaoshi before).

Judal braces for a bigger “scene” this time around than Kougyoku screaming at the top of her lungs.

As he comes closer to the house, he sees the normally proper and serious Ka Koubun play around in the snow and assumes he’s gone gaga (rather than, you know, entertaining a kid).

Judal almost wants to stay back until he can come up with a suitably sick burn for Ka Koubun (childish, much?).

That is, until he gets the first glimpse of his daughter in, like what, three years?

Judal can’t help but pick up on the resemblance between them. It seems to disturb him, almost.

Then Taohua looks at him straight on, and, yep, Judal is still just as freaked out about bringing life into the world as he was three years prior.

Ka Koubun appears to be just as shocked to see Judal here as Judal is to see his daughter.

Judal, despite having had time to prepare for this reunion beforehand, has no idea how to act around these people he’s bailed on. So he defaults to his old flippant behavior.

Gosh, I wasn’t sure whether Judal would come back or not! What a cliffhanger! I can’t wait to learn why he’s back, where he’s been, how Ka Koubun and Kougyoku will react to his presence (I predict that while Kougyoku might not beat him to a pulp, at least one of them’s gonna punch him in the face), how Taohua reacts to her biological father (who’s virtually a stranger to her) being around, and if Judal will ever stop being afraid of her.

Splendid work!

Looking back I started this fic when I was 15 and sure there was no way I could be mentally ill when other people had it worse than me, and now I’m 19 and have tried to begin the healing process in my own life, in a way Kougyoku and I both earned this chapter, and I think there’s just a lot of power to that

With Taohua it is interesting bc I played with a sequel series that followed her and so while there’s no guarantee she’ll suffer like Kougyoku (and part of her motivation to recover is so that Taohua is less likely to battle with mental illness) her life has already paralleled Kougyoku’s in several ways, while I don’t think I’ll ever write that sequel series, it was fascinating to look at how the events of RP developed Taohua for better or worse, I thought implying a certain degree of hereditary strengthen that link

The conversation with Ka Koubun I hadn’t planned at first, but I think it is necessary for their relationship to ever be anything more than caretaker and charge, he’s been looking after her since he was 17, 18, that’s 20 years, the longest relationship they’ve both had with someone, so being able to drink together and talk honestly about stuff like sex is pretty revolutionary, something that would have never happened at the start of RP

And I’m glad Judal’s return was appropriately shocking! I thought I obviously telegraphed it by keeping his presence around, but yeah it’s going to be interesting returning to him (I think it has been years since I have actually written his POV) There’s gonna be more focus on him as we navigate all those questions you brought up

Thank you so much for your support!!

#seasalt talks #rp #cute things #submission

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Hi :) could you give me a little background on omd? I don't know anything of the band except for a few songs, so maybe you could say your knowledge of the band and the members?

OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THRILLED I AM TO DO THIS

Let’s get to the band members first!

Andy McCluskey

Here’s the bossy one. As he puts it, he’s the butcherwho cuts off the raw materials of the song; the director who basically tellsPaul what to do, the one who sees the big picture, while Paul is the surgeonwho splices the details. He sings, plays bass, and writes the lyrics for mostof their songs. And he always dances madly, even in the recent years! For a58-year old guy with bad knees, he’s VERY energetic. So as you can see, he’sthe dominant one. Powerful, loud, cheerful, salty as fuck, thoroughly hatesrock ‘n’ roll, claims he hates cliché love songs but writes them anyway. I lovehim nonetheless

Paul Humphreys

THIS IS MY FAVORITE GUY OFF OMD. MY LOVE. MY HANDSOMEHAMSTER. HE’S CUTE ISN’T HE? Alright, so… he’s the keyboardist, the creativeand technical one. He’s the one who usually comes up with a melody and thenAndy directs how the song should turn out. He’s the one who does most of thesynth sounds! In the old days, he used to build his own “noise machine” bymessing with the circuits and such of old, broken radios. Don’t tell me that’snot badass. He also sings in a couple of OMD’s songs, most notably in“Electricity”, “Souvenir”, “(Forever) Live and Die”, and “Secret”.Personality-wise, he’s the complete opposite of Andy. He’s more quiet, shy,soft, and just lovely overall

Other members are MalcolmHolmes (the long-haired one in the picture above) who was the drummer from the beginning of the band until 2013. Inthat year, he had a cardiac arrest and temporarily died so he had to retire.From 2013 onwards, Stuart Kershaw tookthe drummer position. Another member is MartinCooper (the one with the blue shirt), the saxophonist/keyboardist/occasional bassist. He’s still with theband until now! Except when OMD broke up because he and Mal went along withPaul instead of Andy, but I’ll get to that later…

They embrace the “punk” attitude in terms of music. Youknow, making music as simple as possible. They always say this joke of “We’rethe punks of electronic. Punk plays with one chord, we play with one finger!”

Now, it’s history time. Let’s go back to the 70s

Andy and Paul had always been the hipsters of that era. Theylistened to electronic bands like Kraftwerk, Neu, La Dusseldorf (Kraftwerk,mostly) while their peers listened to prog rock. Andy was in a band and Paulwas the roadie. Despite always being in the same school, that was when theynoticed how they shared the similar interest towards Kraftwerk, so Andy quitthe band and formed his own with Paul that we now know as the pretentiouslynamed Orchestral Manoeuves in the Dark

They started off as a supporting band fo Joy Division inEric’s Club in Liverpool. They didn’t expect to have a longlasting career… theyreally thought it would be their first and last gig. They just wanted to provethemselves and their mates that they dared to go on stage doing somethingdifferent; doing weird electronic music, hence the odd band name. With such apretentious name, they wanted to show the audience how they were doingsomething different

And then they were offered a second gig in Manchester.That’s where they met Tony Wilson, and he signed them up to Factory Records.Then “Electricity” was recorded, and Tony sent it to various major labels, oneof which was Virgin Records, so they moved to Virgin. It was in 1979/1980 Ithink? And with their 1980 album, Organisation (their second one. Their firstone, the self-titled one, was released in the same year) – which they claim asbeing influenced by Joy Division, so this album is basically the child of JoyDivision and Kraftwerk – which included “Enola Gay”, they became well known.They got even bigger with the Architecture and Morality album, which has“Souvenir”, “Joan of Arc”, “Maid of Orleans”…

They commercially dropped dead with Dazzle Ships (1983). Itwas an experimental album, which I personally think sounds great, but probablynot acceptable enough at that time. Despite having quite successful hits like“Telegraph” and “Genetic Engineering”, that album almost single-handedly killedtheir career. So they took a safer path in their next album, Junk Culture(1984), embracing a more pop-ish sound. It can be heard on their catchy hitsfrom Junk Culture, like “Locomotion” and “Talking Loud and Clear”

Their 1985 album, Crush, was produced by Stephen Hague, whowas also the producer for New Order and Pet Shop Boys. They finally got intoUS’ charts with that album, I guess?? Regarding that album and that year, theyoften say something like “We were trying to break America, but America broke usinstead”, so I can’t be quite sure of what happened… commercially, it waspretty successful, I think… with singles like “Secret” and “La Femme Accident”

It was also in circa 1985 where their most notable song, “IfYou Leave”, was also made. Fun fact: they only wrote it in a day, because JohnHughes changed the ending suddenly and called them and said, “Hey, the song youwrote won’t fit to the new ending, could you write a new one?” right beforethey went on tour. The track that was initially going to be used in Pretty inPink, “Goddess of Love”, was later put on The Pacific Age (1986). Speaking ofwhich, that album has “(Forever) Live and Die”, which is a BANGER and is sungby my handsome hamster, Paul

Then they broke up sometime in late 80s. 1989, I think. Theyowed the company a lot of money, so they made a Best Of album. But even thatwasn’t enough. Their choice was either to make another new album (which canmake money, quite possibly, but due to their past experiences, they barely gotany money left because the touring expenses, royalties to their manager, etcwere so expensive) or to stop and just wait for the money to come from theirprevious albums’ royalties (I’m not really sure about this one, they’ve toldthe story a couple of times during interviews but I could never 100% understandthe story). This is where Andy and Paul went their separate ways. Andy chose tocarry on while Paul chose to stop. So Andy carried the name OMD alone (underhis stubbornness). A couple of years later, Paul, Martin, and Malcolm formedThe Listening Pool. Both were obscured by the new trend in 90s that was Britpopand such (Andy often implies that he blames Britpop for the obscurity ofelectronic bands and I loathe him for that smh I’m a Britpop hoe, fuck youAndy). Andy (as OMD) released 3 albums on that decade, tho. Later on, he formedAtomic Kitten

And then they were reunited in 2006/2007, because they wereasked to perform in a German TV. Then they thought, “Oh, people still like us.Maybe we could make music again.” And so they did… they released History ofModern in 2010, English Electric in 2013, and their latest record, ThePunishment of Luxury, was released a month ago! Unlike the 80s, they are nolonger pressured by their record company, so they’re really doing this purelyfor fun. By the way, their latest single off their latest record, “What Have WeDone”, is sung by Paul and it’s fucking glorious. You should listen to it ifyou haven’t

On a more personal note, I find it weird how they’re bothvery influential and infamous. I mean… they don’t only influence other synthpopbands, but also an alternative like Radiohead. I heard that “Fitter Happier” byRadiohead was influenced by “Genetic Engineering”, and now that I think aboutit, “Fitter Happier” does sound like something out of Dazzle Ships. I’ve been aRadiohead fan since 2011/2012 and yet I literally never heard of OMD until thisyear; not until I got to New Order and was getting more cultured regarding 80ssynthpop acts

Lastly, here are some trivia you might not want to know butsounds like fun to share:

Before realizing that they could be actual musicians, Andy wanted to be an archaeologist, while Paul wanted to be an electric engineer

Atomic Kitten was basically Karl Bartos’ (Kraftwerk) idea. Andy wanted to keep writing songs, but he wasn’t confident enough to perform the songs as OMD, so he thought of just handing them to someone else. Then Karl suggested that he should create a pop group where they would sing his songs. Andy thought, “What’s the most popular group nowadays? Oh, I know, 3-piece girls!”

In the recent years, OMD often have underwears thrown at them lmao. Especially during “(Forever) Live and Die”. Poor Paul having to deal with nasty fans (but honestly… I’d do the same). But sometimes they have hazardous shits thrown at them too. One time, Paul had his head hit by a glass bottle (I’LL FUCKING MURDER ANYONE WHO DID THAT. HOW DARE THEY HURT MY BABY). And Andy almost got decapitated when someone threw a metal tray aimed to his neck. Terrifying

Somehow, when they were touring, the bus they rode on resemble a group of terrorists’ bus, so they were surrounded by guns… and luckily, “Enola Gay” was already a big hit, so Andy just waved a magazine with their faces on it and said “’Enola Gay’! Pop stars! Not terrorists!” jesus Christ

There’s actually a version of “Souvenir” where it was sung by Andy. In 2015, Paul was hospitalized in New York, but he insisted that they should do this gig in Perth, so they did, only 3 of them… “Souvenir” was on the set, and Andy sang it. It was… okay, I guess. I’m so used to Paul’s soft voice singing that, so it’s kinda weird to hear Andy’s powerful voice singing it

…I’m sorry if you expected a shortsummary and get this re-writing of OMD’s Wikipedia page instead. I never realizedhow deep I am in their ass until I answered this message with a 1600-word essayabout OMD that was based on my memory alone. Good god

I’m awfully thrilled every time someonementions OMD-related to me, so don’t hesitate if you want to talk about them tome!!

#I rarely get any anon so I’m always delighted every time I get one #ESPECIALLY THIS ONE #the 1600-word part is not an exaggeration… I wrote this on word and it was literally more than 1600 words #which is why I took a long time to answer this… sorry!#also I made that gif especially for this anon

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years

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Roleplay Server Log #245

“Deerheart vs DN”

-Le next morning-

[Lie] - CP... We have to get up

[CP] - Nope

[Lie] - CP, I have animals to tend to

[CP] - Call Steffan over chat and have him do it

[Lie] Manages to turn so she's looking at her husband- That deletion... It really scared you, didn't it...

[CP] Shifts uncomfortable but his wife knows it's a confirmation-

[Lie] Runs her hand through his hair- It's alright, he can't get you here. Deleting your mobs drew the attention of Microsoft so Jeb was actually able to get us his identification number. Doc has black listed him, he cannot get you here

[CP] - Lie... He threatened to go after Stevie next...

[Lie] - Oh...

[Steve] Taps on the door with TLOT standing behind him-

[Lie] Yells from bedroom- Come in!

[Steve] Squeaks the door open - You guys decent?

[Lie] - Yeah, just a little stuck in bed

[TLOT] My favorite place.

[Steve] Scoots into the room sheepishly. He looks ready to run-

[CP] - What do you fuckers want?

[TLOT] Just to tell you we're glad you're all better. And... make a delivery.

[CP] - A delivery?

[Steve] Pulls out a huge stack of papers and sets them gingerly on the bed- It's all done. - Then he darts behind his husband fearfully.

[CP] Growls-

[Lie] - Shush, I'm the one who had to take care of your mobs and I have no idea how to do that sort of stuff

[Steve] I didn't grant any of the more extravagant requests! I promise!

[CP] Grumbles-

[Lie] - Do you want me to take the paper work back to Winston?

[CP] - No!

[TLOT] Especially since he's free to just come here and get them. Your mobs are in a diminished state, Cp. For the record, I'm sure Doc's offer to put them on a safe seed they can wreck is still valid.

[Lie] - I told your mobs to lay low and stay hidden... But I'm not sure how well they'll listen

[CP] - Most of them should, but some will probably still be idiots and go out

[TLOT] Then it will likely be survival of the smartest. As far as your NOTCH knows, provided their are no traitors amongst them, you are dead. That does give us a small advantage.

[CP] - But that also means until we're ready to strike, I can't return there

[TLOT] Are you sure you don't want to move them? There's a chance your NOTCH may amuse himself by just deleting them all.

[CP] - No, he was doing that to draw my attention, to draw me out

[TLOT] If you say so. He seems a cruel and calculating sort. I wouldn't be suprised if he just decided to go after everyone you love as well.

[CP] Mumbles something, he remembers him threatening to go after Stevie next-

[TLOT] Picks up on the thought - monster. Well he can't get in and Stevie has no wish to get out, so that settles that.

[CP] - That doesn't change the fact that he threatened it, he's never done anything malicious towards Stevie before

[TLOT] Stevie was on his side before.

[CP] - But which side is he on now? Certainly not mine

[TLOT] He is more on your side then you realize. And at the least, he's is on Markus's side, and Markus dotes on you. He'll also give Stevie crap if he's nasty to you.

[CP] Grumbles-

[Lie] - Anyways, thank you for doing the paper work Steve, I would have just gotten really lost on it

[Steve] You're welcome. - Stays firmly behind TLOT-

[CP] - Will you two fuck off now?

[Lie] - CP we have to get out of bed, my animals still need to be tended to

[TLOT] She has a good point Cp. I know you're worried, but she's safe here. And so are you.

[CP] - Don't care

[Lie] - CP!

[Steve] Sneaks towards the door -

[TLOT] Oh, just get up. I'm sure Lie is hungry too, and it's a lovely day outside.

[CP] Grumbles but does release his wife-

[Lie] Gives CP a quick kiss on the forehead before getting out of bed and looking for her shoes-

[TLOT] Offers Cp a hand - How are you feeling?

[CP] - I'm fine- Bat's TLOT's hand away

[TLOT] Shakes his head- Same as always.

[Lie] Pulls on her boots and heads outside, running a little behind schedule-

[CP] Groans but does get out of the bed and follows her, giving Steve a brief glare-

[Steve] Shrinks a bit and gets out of his way.

[TLOT] Just follows them both outside and gives a languid strech.

[Notch] Is sprinkling some fish flakes into the tiny koi pond.

[Lie] - Morning Notch- She has to speak kinda loudly to be heard over her hungry barking dogs

[Notch] Good morning Lie! You look chipper.

[Lie] - Relieved to have my husband back

[TLOT] Now all they need is a night of passion and both of them will be chipper.

[Steve] Snickers -

[Notch] His thought is a bit too loud. A passionate night with Cp rather then Doc-

[CP] Catches the thought- WHAT WAS THAT!?

[Notch] Jumps in fright-

[CP] Takes to flight and quickly rushes of towards the castle-

[Lie] - Oh dear...

[Notch] What did I do?!

[Lie] - You thought about yesterday, that's all

[TLOT] Yesterday?

[Doc] Is out in the garden using the black hoe to plant some seeds. Hir expression is melancholy and thoughtful. But for the moment he's not around and it's just hir and Yaunfen romping in the flowers.

[CP] - DOC!- He lands hard, causing the grass to be removed from the block he landed on

[Yaunfen] - Big fire!

[CP] - You shut the fuck up

[Doc] Is so startled they end up holding the hoe in front of them like a weapon and just shaking-

[CP] Notices it- The fuck is that?

[Doc] It's a.... hoe?

[CP] Growls- Why do you have it?

[Doc] Because... Tungsten made it, and Lie said you already had one someplace?

[CP] Yanks it from Doc's grasp to look at it more closely, completely forgetting his original reason for coming-

-The hoe is heavily pixelated, but the whirling designs are still visible in the color gradients-

[CP] Frowns as he turns it over, his mind now preoccupied with something else/ He simply teleports off with the hoe-

[Yaunfen] - Where big fire go?

[Doc] I don't know. But I do have the sense I just dodged a fireball. Dammit. He better give that back. I really like that tool.

-The middle of the night-

[CP] Had spent the day avoiding everyone, staying mostly down in his private chambers where he had passed the paperwork back to Winston and had Winston bring him something else. Once certain his wife was asleep he crept out of the house and towards the village-

[CP] Sticks to the shadows as he makes his way towards the blacksmiths house, lipping inside and looking around. It's relatively clean and he can see the bed from the entrance. He silently stalks closer and looks at the two figures sleeping soundly in the bed. With a quiet growl he grabs Tungsten and teleports the smith outside and pushes him up against a tree-

[Tungsten] Screams in fear - Cp!

[TLOT] Bolts out of bed, feeling his distress, and throwing in his clothes before running out

[CP] - How?

[Tungsten] How what?! What do you want from me?!

[CP] Pulls out the obsidian hoe-

[Tungsten] Shrinks as if he's about to be hit- Lie said you already had one and it was okay for Doc to take it!

[CP] - How did you know what it looked like?- He pushes on Tungsten a bit harder

[Tungsten] Please don't hurt me! I fixed your other tools! I just mimicked the patterns on them so it would match!

[CP] growls darkly- What is your family line?

[Tungsten] I-I!

[TLOT] Appears beside them- Cp, why are you scaring my favorite blacksmith?

[CP] - None of your fucking business!

[TLOT] He's under my protection, and he's a friend, so it is my business.

[Tungsten] I don't know! Zombies got my parents when I was small!

[CP] Scowls and shoves Tungsten away-

[Tungsten] Why- why do you want to know about my family?

[CP] Scowls and puts Tungsten to sleep-

[TLOT] If you put him in a nightmare for fixing your tools you and me are going to have words. What do you want from him anyway?

[CP] - Have you seen this?- He holds the hoe out

[TLOT] Yes? Doc was using it this morning. It's rather nice, isn't it?

[CP] - This isn't the one Tungsten, it's the original... They look the same

[TLOT] Squints at it- oh. Well when I saw it it was covered in dirt.

[CP] - TLOT, the seed that this smith came from... When a true master came along, that ability was genetic. It would skip many generations before resurfacing again. Technically a normal black smith shouldn't be able to manipulate Obsidian

[TLOT] Ah. But that's your seed. On mine, well, sometimes you find special Testificates. Librarians that can write as well as curate books, tailors who can add a bit of decoration, or a blacksmith who can craft a little bit off the table. They're well respected and make mostly wedding jewelry. Tungsten came to us because of Drilby. He values his lover more then money or notoriety.

[CP] - That may or may not be true TLOT... Very, very rarely there are testificates which can jump seeds

[TLOT] It's true because I've seen it. Ive read far more Testificate minds then the ones who live here. Him specifically? Who knows?

[CP] - It's no use if he can't remember his family lineage

[TLOT] Even if you're right, what difference would it make?

[CP] - Because if your smith is what I suspect...

[TLOT] Yes?

[CP] Frowns- Nevermind, it's pointless if it can't be proven

[TLOT] Do you think he's some kind of legendary smith Cp? I thought you had no interest in Testificates anyway?

[CP] - Shut up- He turns around and starts walking off

[TLOT] Cp, let the poor man out of the dream. And give me Doc's hoe if you have it. You don't need both.

[CP] Flings the newer hoe at TLOT- He'll wake at dawn

[TLOT] Thank you. And the next time you need to know something, come ask me before you rough up my villagers. By the by, why were you yelling at Doc anyway?

[CP] - FUCK! I forgot to do that

[TLOT] Do what? Don't give hir a hard time for no reason. Dn is making hir miserable enough as it is

[CP] - That fucker did something to my wife

[TLOT] Don't be ridiculous Doc would never harm Lie in any way.

[CP] Didn't say xe harmed her!

[TLOT] then why are you obviously mad?

[CP] Growls and gives a mental flash of what he heard in Notch's mind-

[TLOT] oh yes. I'm so sure Doc decided to have a torrid affair with your wife while you and Cn tried to kill eachother in the next room. Don't be silly. It has to be a misunderstanding.

[CP] Growls-

[TLOT] Go talk to Doc if that will make you feel better. But hold your temper. You know

they're no good at lying anyway.

[CP] Flips TLOT off as he walks off-

[Doc] Has woken up from a rather unpleasant dream and is sitting at the kitchen table in the dark, staring morosely at a cup of tea

[CP] Wanders into the castle sending out a mental burst to find Doc-

[Doc] Barely pings back as anything because their energy is so low.

[CP] Still manages to pick up on it and storms down into the kitchen- Dooooc...

[Doc] flat and lifeless- what is it Cp?

[CP] - The fuck did you do to my wife!?

[Doc] listless- what are you talking about Cp?

[CP] - You tell me, Notch had some stray thoughts

[Doc] Thinks for a long moment- oh. I did give her some orgasams because she was stressed out.

[CP] Bristles and growls-

[Doc] I barely touched her, it was just a favor for a good friend. Nothing more.

[CP] - I DON'T CARE!

[Doc] slumps down and puts hir chin on her arms- it was purely for her benefit Cp. Do you seriously consider me a threat to your marriage when I have a mate and child of my own already?

[CP] - Growls- You touched her...

[Doc] I put one gloved hand on her fully clothed body Cp.

[CP] - SO!?

[Dn] So they have no common sense or boundaries as usual- said in an oily smug tone from a shadowed doorway.

[Doc] Winces as though they'd been struck.

[CP] - FUCK OFF!

[Dn] Just raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly-

[CP] - You really don't want to be around me right now fucktard-

[Dn] Not everything is about you.

[Doc] Just go away Dn... Please...

[Dn] No.

[CP] Quickly turns and outright punches DN in the face, hard-

[Dn] is driven backwards by the blow and falls down the steps to the landing of Lj's old room.

[CP] Tosses a couple blocks of bedrock into the entranceway-

[Doc] Holds hirself unhappily - I hate him so much...

[CP] - Seriously, you were so happy earlier, so fuckin stop this pity party

[Doc] Starts to cry, just quietly.

[CP] - Oh now what the fuck is wrong with you?

[Doc] softly- I'm pretty sure you don't care about my problems Cp, so why even ask?

[CP] - Because it's not as fun to berate you when you're like this

[Doc] Sorry, I can't entertain everyone else all the time...

[CP] - Well aren't you snarky tonight

[Doc] quietly- I don't mean to be. But I have feelings too.

[CP] - Then go fucking talk to TLOT, I know he's awake

[Doc] He can sympathize, as I think you could if you wanted too. But in the end, its my problem to deal with...

[CP] - So you're allowed to pry into other's problems, but the same can't be done to you?

[Doc] If you want to help, feel free. But I don't expect anything from anyone.

[CP] - Does it involve beating the crap out of you NOTCH? Because that felt really good... Took my mind off the anger a bit

[Doc] almost a whisper- I wish someone would delete him...

[CP] - Well what's stopping you?

[Doc] I don't know how to even begin to do that. If you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a killer.

[CP] - Then consult the ones who are

[Doc] Looks him dead in the eyes with a pleading expression. Xe knows the words but can't bring hirself to speak them.

[CP] - Say it Doc- He's delighting in this a bit

[Doc] I can't...

[CP] - Then find me when you can- He turns to leave

[Doc] Takes a breath but the words die on hir lips.

[CP] Is heading up the stairs-

[Doc] Just watches him go.

[Dn] is waiting at the top of the stairs- Are you done?

[CP] Goes to punch him again-

[Dn] Dodges out of the way this time - are you defending them? Or just indulging your love of punching people?

[CP] - Bit of both

[Dn] Backs away into the shadows- then do it elsewhere. I have work of my own to conduct.

[CP] - Nah, I really feel like killing you

[Dn] You really are quite dull.

[CP] - I think the others would disagree

[CP] Lunges at DN and drives his pick through the NOTCH- Believe me, I'm in the mood to kill any NOTCH- He yanks the pick out and watches DN die

/ -Player DarkNOTCH was killed by CreepyPastaHerobrine- /

[Splender] Is walking along after Pinwheel has fallen asleep. He's just taking a stroll to enjoy the night and has wandered a ways-

[Zly Wilk] - Is relaxing in a hammock slung between two trees a little way of the path, His battered coat slung over a low branch nearby. The sleeves of his maroon shirt rolled to the elbows and the high collar unbuttoned. He holds in his hands a battered black guitar.

As he idily strummed the instrument, he looks down at the woman sitting with her back against the tree near him.

[Lazur] - The light blue skinned woman was sitting crosslegged in the grass, now dressed in a leather corset nearly as dark red as her partner's shirt, and dark blue leather tights with black combat boots.

She is concentrating deeply on a display of code scrolling through the air in front of her.

[Zly Wilk] Still nothing?

[Lazur] - shakes her head

[Zly Wilk] Well... Why did you mess with your translation matrix?

[Lazur] Myslalem, ze moge zmodyfikowac mój plik, aby mialo to sens.

[Zly Wilk] I told you it wasn't making sense. I can translate too, you know.

[Lazur] - glares at Zly before making more tweaks to her code. She goes to speak and just makes a sound like static before slapping a hand over her mouth in frustration and embarrassment.

[Zly Wilk] Why not ask our new Doctor friend or hir mate?

[Lazur] - speaks in a strange guttural tongue before looking annoyed and flappig her hands in an exasperated gesture.

[Zly Wilk] Well we are NOT in the field, and it don't hurt to ask for a hand now and again.

-There's just the barest amount of interference from Splender's EMP field which flickers across the code-

[Lazur] - notices the distortion, coughs and makes a sour face.

[Zly Wilk] -cautiously gets up from his Hammock - Hello?

[Splender] Heard their voices- Oh! Hello? Is someone there?

[Zly Wik] -walks out of the woods with Lazur following grumpily behind - Hello.... My, you are tall, my colorful friend!

[Splender] Smiles broadly- Hello! My name is Splender!

[Zly Wilk] Smiles back - I'm Zly Wilk, this is my partner, Lazur. Call me Zly...

We've been exploring this seed since just after Doc took us in.

[Splender] - Oh that's wonderful! I go off exploring, not much recently since Pinwheel has hatched...

[Lazur] has slightly turned away and is still messing with her code

[Zly Wilk] Pinwheel? Is this a pet of yours?

[Splender] - Oh! You don't know, do you... Doc went and gathered abandoned Ender dragon eggs from regular and modded seeds and then hatched them! Pinwheel is the one I'm taking care of. She's an adorable, sweet, ball of rainbows!

[Zly Wilk] Dragons? That fantastic! I haven't seen a seed with dragons in ages.

[Lazur] - speaks in short bursts of static, shakes her head, goes back to coding

[Zly Wilk] good point... Splender, are any of them dangerous?

[Splender] - Weeeeeeeell... Pinwheel may be venomous to everyone except me...

[Zly Wilk] -slowly - gooood to know....

[Lazur] - makes a sound like feedback, drops her head in defeat-

[Splender] - Is everything alright with her?

[Zly Wilk] don't mind her... We came across this rather odd wither skeleton talking in giberish. Lazur thought her translation program was malfunctioning, and tried to fix it.

[Splender] - Ah, if you need a translation program CP has one!

[Lazur] -makes an approximation of laughter

[Zly Wilk] Thank you, Splender... But Lazur is.... Stubborn and wants to fix it I her own. Besides, i can understand her and translate if needed until she does.

[Splender] - Well, there's always Doc, or Deer... Oh! Flux might be able to help!

[Zly Wilk] sounds like we missed a couple more new arrivals since we went on our little adventure.... I'll have to make my way over to the castle and check with Doc as soon as my friend here finally gives up.

[Lazur] forms a small ball of energy and paps it harmlessly at the back of Zly's head where it makes his already unruly hair poof up with static electricity.

[Splender] - I CAN TAKE US THERE RIGHT NOW!- He reaches for them with his tendrils

[Lazur] squaks in surprise and quickly equips matching leather armor pieces on her arms and a glowing blue sword forms in her hand.

[Zly Wilk] LAZUR NO! Sorry, Splender... We had a bad experience on a Japanese server once... I think we will walk as soon as we clean up our little camp.

[Splender] Gets sad- Oh... I'm sorry... I don't mean any harm...

[Zly Wilk] No, no harm my friend. We are well met today. Say, where is this dragon of yours?

[Splender] - Sleeping at home, my house is in the water near Doc's castle!

[Zly Wilk] Then we will be sure to visit once we go that way.

[Lazur] -puts away her weapon and armor, smiles and nods, feeling self conscious about her reaction

[Splender] Points towards the horizon- If you keep going that way you'll run into Gem's house and just past that should be area's you know, like Lie's house!

[Zly Wilk] Ah... Wonderful. Exploring is great, but it's already great to get back to familiar surroundings. So glad we met, my friend.

[Splender] - I hope to see you around more! I wonder how CP is doing now?

[Zly Wilk] CP? What happened? He pick a fight he couldn't finish? I know there are other powerful brines here.

[Splender] - He was deleted by his NOTCH. Luckily Doc had given him some alterations and Lie had a single pixel of him. He's been regrowing from it, last I saw he was a little child

[Zly Wilk] - looks startled for a moment as an old memory flashes across his mind - I'm sorry. I had no idea. As much of an ass as he can be, he didn't deserve that fate.

[Lazur] puts a comforting hands on his shoulder.

[Zly Wilk] ..... Did you say a child? - chuckles- oh that at least would have been a sight to see. Little CP and Stevie playing.

[Splender] - Either Notch or Doc should probably have pictures, although CP was more focused on fighting CN

[Zly Wilk] -figuring he will get caught up on these new additions when he gets to the castle- well, kids will be kids. How did Markus handle a kid CP, a child Stevie, and this CN?

[Splender] - Oh! Stevie's an adult so that wasn't a problem, and Lie was able to help with CN and CP

[Lazur] - makes a surprised drod-like whistle noise

[Zly Wilk] I agree. Wow. Always something exciting going on around here.

[Splender] - Indeed! Are you sure the two of you don't want any help?

[Zly Wilk] Thank you, but not just yet. I owe it to Lazur to try to fix her coding I her own, and we have a couple other things we want to investigate before we head over.

[Splender] - Alright, but if you want someone to secretively fix it, I would suggest Flux, from what I've gathered she may just be the oldest embodiment of a server...

[Lazur] -grumbling in Q-bert-

[Zly Wilk] Thanks, Splender. I will definitely keep that in mind. We are headed back to our camp now, but we will see you again soon I am sure.

[Splender] - Alright! Have fun!- He waves one of his belled tendrils and teleports off-

[Zly Wilk] come on, Blue... Let's get back to camp.

-the pair make their way back into the woods.-

[Doc] Heads into town with Deerheart and Yaunfen in tow. Xe's trying to ignore Dn trailing behind.

-Testificates- Are rather unnerved by him and give Dn a wide berth.

[Drilby] Is trimming the grass outside the forge and hails them-

[Doc] You look annoyed...

[Drilby] Cp dragged my husband out of bed to yell at him.

[Doc] I know the feeling...

[Deer] - Was he yelling about the tools?

[Drilby] Yeees.

[Doc] Figures.

[Yaunfen] - Big fire was mad yesterday

[Doc] It's just been a bad week all around.

[Deer] Puts a gentle hand on Doc's arm- It's okay, we're here

[Doc] I know. - But xe still looks unhappy.

[Dn] Is radiating smug and intentionally scowls at some of the children so they'll run away.

[Splender] Senses the children's fear and nervousness and teleports to the village quickly-

[Drilby] He kept asking about Tungsten's family too. He's a bit shaken up.

[Deer] - His family?

[Drilby] Yeah, I don't get it either.

[Deer] - Well give Tungsten our well wishes

[Dn] Are we done yet?

[Doc] Snaps at him- No one asked you to come!

[Dn] You don't get to ask. I won't listen anyway. I just do what needs to be done.

[Drilby] I will, he's just staying inside today.

[Deer] - Come on Doc, let's get our stuff for our picnic

[Doc] Shivers with frustration- Yes. Let's.

[Dn] Snorts-

[Yaunfen] - Cookies! Cookies!

[Doc] Muddles through the usual negotiations. It's obvious xe's distracted but trying to put on a brave face.

[Deer] Keeps glaring at DN-

[Dn] Ignores her.

[Lie] Has come into town to see if there's anything of interest to trade today-

[Doc] Happens to spot her and gives a tired wave.

[Lie] Smiles and approaches- Hey, is everything okay?

[Doc] Shrugs and hir eyes flick back to where Dn is standing. - Cp is mad at me for helping you with your little issue the other day.

[Lie] - I'll talk to him, I hope he didn't yell at you to much?

[Doc] He caught me with the hoe Tungsten made and that distracted him a bit.

[Lie] - Is Tungsten okay?

[Doc] He got yelled at too apparently, but otherwise yes.

[Lie] - I'll apologize to them later... Hey Doc? Weren't there parrots added this last update?

[Doc] Yes. I haven't messed with them myself though.

[Lie] - Do you think you could spawn a few over by my place? I think CN would like the feathers...

[Doc] Sure... Why not. - Looks back at hir lover and child - Shouldn't take long. Okay?

[Deer] - Go ahead, we'll be right behind you

[Doc] Gestures for Lie to lead.

[Dn] Just stays silently a few steps behind, his black eyes never leaving Doc.

[Lie] Leads them outside, she can see CP laying on the roof of the house-

[Doc] Sighs resignedly- where do you want them Lie?

[Lie] - Maybe in the green house?

[Dn] Don't just spawn things for players. Some admin you are. She should have to hunt for them herself.

[Doc] Nobody asked you!

[Lie] - They're not for me, it's for CN's feather collection

[Deer] - Where is CN?

[Lie] - Playing with my wolves

[Dn] snorts- try not to screw it up

[Doc] is shaking -

[CP] Is watching carefully from the roof-

[Doc] is trying to watch Dn and retrieve the egg at the same time and taps the wrong one. With a horrible wail a ghast appears and screams in unholy torment knocking hir over- [Dn] Good job.

[CP] Concerned for his wife's safety lunges at the ghast and pounds it into the ground-

[Deer] - Doc! Are you alright?

[Doc] Can't take hir eyes off Dn. He's not moving but mentally he's suddenly far too close.

[CP] Disposes of the ghast, collecting it's tear- I'm sure GK could find a use for this...

[Dn] I told you so...

[Deer] - Leave...

[Dn] Never.

[Deer] - Then be removed

[Dn] just starts laughing-

[Deer] Stands up, as she does she begins to glow, something which has not happened in a very long time-

[Lie] - Deer?

[Dn] Let's see what you can do you insipid chimera.

[Deer] - A long time ago, I gave a life back... It's time to pay for that by taking a life in return

[Deer] The server is quick to bend to Deer's will, giving her access to every bit of code. Her hands flick upwards, towards DN's core. She can see every part of his coding as she looks for every important part. A cold clutching sensation grips DN in the center of his chest as Deer grips his code. Visible only to Deer is the code as it comes towards her and she digs her fingers into it. Every part of her is screaming to not destroy code but she pushes past it. She knows there will be some form of repercussion but she can't stand by any longer and watch Doc suffer. Her fingers dig into the code and begin tearing it apart with a bit of difficulty, but the effect is immediate. DN falls to the ground, his body literally being torn apart right before them-

[CP] Tenses as he watches this happen, fear beginning to grip him-

[CN] Hears the commotion and looks from inside the dog pen- DN!

[Flux] Feels what Deer is doing and quickly rushes outside- Deer! Stop!

[Dn] Shrieks horribly as he's pulled apart at the core. The grass around him freezes and dies and his remaining bits despawn. Nothing remains but a bit of churned up mud and soil. [Doc] Deerheart... I can't believe... You did that for me...- hir eyes overflow with grateful tears- -There's a loud beep and the chat begins to scroll with commands and system stat information. - Error NOTCHAI / 198710-36488-46224 deleted by host - exercising secondary protocols for Herobrine type entity generated after [date redacted] - Generating new AI - Firewall bypass enacted for local spawn - generation public static float multiplier set - true - type set NOTCHAI / random - 2% complete...

[Doc] NO! Make it stop!

- Generation 10% complete -

[Deer] - I'M TRYING!

[Flux] - Deer, calm down! Panicking will not help you

[Notch] - runs outside- What the hell is going on?!

[CN] Is crying-

[Deer] - Flux help!

[Flux] - Listen to me Deer, you need to find the file that's being formed

- generation 20% -

[Deer] Scrambles to find the file, accidentally briefly switching the colors of blocks in her haste-

[Doc] Tries to help her- Markus? What's going on?!

[Notch] I don't know!

[Deer] - I CAN'T FIND IT!

[Flux] Breath Deer, this is your seed, your extended body, you can find it

[CP] Quietly grabs his wife and teleports off with Lie-

[Deer] Turns on the rain and then changes it to snow-

[Flux] - Deer you must calm down

- generation 50% -

[Doc] over chat - we may be in serious trouble! All Brines be ready to fight! NOTCH AI incoming at spawn!

[Deer] Is still panicking and accidentally goes right past the file-

- generation 70% -

[Doc] It's too late! We have to be there when it comes in! Come on!

[Deer] Falls to her knees- I'm so sorry

[TLOT] is terrified but ready to fight and already at the spawn.

[Steve] Also grimly waiting with his Enderpearl sword

[Flux] - Go on, I'll keep an eye on Deer

[Doc] Don't be sorry! Be a dragon! We need you! - Xe transforms with a roar

[Deer] - I can't...

[gem] -is circling in the sky at spawn with her guardians with out her bracelets-

[Doc] You just killed the worst thing that ever happened to me. Fight with me now, I believe in you!

[Flux] Holds a small ball of purple energy out to Doc- Take this, it will taint what ever appears if necessary, but don't hold onto it too long

[Deer] - I'm sorry, I can't...- The glow is fading and her colors seem to be growing duller

[Lazur] - teleports with Zly to the spawn, both ready for action.

[Stevie] Heard the call and rushes towards spawn-

[Doc] Grabs Deerheart and puts hir firmly on hir shoulders and snatches up Yaunfen as well. - I have my own bad energy Flux, thank you though! - Xe rushes off

[Deer] Is growing non responsive, her actions taking a toll on her-

- generation 90% -

[Flux] Shakes her head and reaches down to the ground, digging her fingers into the dirt and grass, concentrating- I will help you my student, give me your burden for now so that you may recover- She feels the seed resist until it submits to her will, granting her the control

[Doc] is waiting at the spawn with hir teeth full of statick - whatever happens, stay on my back, both of you.

[Yaunfen] - Mama isn't talking Mada...

[Doc] Mama needs to rest. She made the cold meanie go away forever.

[Yaunfen] Scared whimper-

[Deer] Passes out and begins sliding off of Doc-

[Doc] Steadies her with hir tail- hold onto her Yaunfen

[Yaunfen] - Okay Mada

[Zly Wilk] -stands back to back with Lazur, glowing bo staff at the ready.

[Stevie] Looks at TLOT and Steve- Where's brother?

[Crim] - Hears all the commotion and races toward the sounds.

[Lazur] has her sword leveled and equips her armor and a shield along her forearm with glowing blue blades along the edges. Her voice files haven't been repaired yet, but she knows the time for talking has passed for the moment.

[gem] -is making a big circle of red and purple jagged lasers where she is in the sky-

-zwoop, Mix has done the appear with sky, firebird, and flowey -

-they're here to help™-

[Crim] - finds the others, but stays towards the back, out of the way but bares his fangs, ready to help.

[HG] -has shown up in the back to help even though all he can be is a distraction if needed-

- generation 100% complete NOTCHAI spawn successful -

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Arthur Cyrano Brenner, aka Art

I miss when my biggest problems were Mondays. My present conundrum is this cage I'm in, which was probably designed for a hamster.

Confused? Me too. But lemme back it up here. Start you off with the basics.

My name’s Arthur Brenner. We’ve never met, but I’ll bet you know someone like me. Every class has an Arthur (I prefer being called Art). You know, the smartest, wittiest, most charming, coolest, and best-looking. Oh yeah, and I'm currently 3 inches tall. I’m kidding. Except about the part where I'm 3 inches tall. That's real.

Lemme take you to where it all began:

MONDAY

I folded my cardboard home down and shoved it into a little crevice I called home. Just beneath it, brand-new shoes I’d found a few days before. They were a perfect fit, but I couldn’t bring myself to wear them. I always ended up thinking that they were too new and far too cool to be on a homeless. Besides, people who saw me with them would think I'd stolen them, and the last thing I ever wanted was attention.

I treaded the narrow ledge along the sloped concrete and slipped out from under the bridge. I was always cautious here; walk too quickly, and you could end up like the poor guy a couple of weeks ago, who ended up losing a few limbs and several quarts of blood after sliding down and taking a glancing hit from a truck. It’s a callous world, so the only person you should ever look out for is yourself. Write that down, kids.

I glanced down at my cheap prepaid phone. The tiny clock on the top flip indicated that I was gonna be late if I didn’t haul ass. I began to run at a quickened pace, not because I'm particularly worried about tardies, but because a phone call to my nonexistent parents would get me kicked out. And to forfeit two meals a day and 8 hours of A/C, for free? I may be stupid, but I’m not an idiot.

I had always been on my own, for as long as I could remember. I don’t know what happened to my folks, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. But what I lacked in family, I made up with street smarts. Looking over my shoulder had become second nature to me. Not much scared me, because there wasn’t much to be afraid of. Darkness? Pah. Baby stuff. Getting raped? Well, I ain’t a chick (sorry, ladies. But we all know a man isn’t gonna get raped as easily as you.) Robbed? There wasn’t jack you could steal from me. Killed? Death would be welcome to try me.

A man with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day, they say.

After a long jog and a stealthy slip past school security, I dashed into first block at 7:09, out of breath and trying to decide whether or not my heart was going to jump out of my chest. After a few seconds, I figured that I was gonna be OK. I felt an elbow jab my ribs. “We didn’t think you were gonna make it, man,” said David. The guy was the closest thing I had to a best friend.

I’d met David a while back, outside an art show I was genuinely interested in, while he went just to hang out or make fun of the artwork. But when his friends forgot to mention they weren’t going anymore, he stuck it out with me as I explained the art to him. He didn’t really appreciate it the way I thought he should, but he liked me enough to keep me around, I guess.

“I’m guessing you bet on it,” I sighed with mock contempt. In response, he showed me his cashless wallet and gestured to his left at Rocco, our local kid genius. He was quiet, I was awkward, but David made it up by being the most rambunctious guy everywhere he went. We balanced each other out.

“We had a bet going. I was gonna win if you didn’t make it on time. But Rocco here is a thief and a card reader or something,” he said jokingly, and lightly punched Rocco’s arm. “Idiot.” In response, Rocco smiled toothily and held up about 20 dollars’ worth of money. Halfway through the class, I felt David poke my ribs again. “Hey man, I almost forgot,” he whispered as he poked my arm and nodded his head across the room to his girlfriend, Kayla. “I just dumped her and told her I was leaving her for some hot chick from the place I’m moving to next week.” “Dubai?” “Yeah. I’m not actually dumping her for another girl, I just figured I’d crush her heart on the way out,” he smirked. I shook my head and turned to see the girl, who was busy giving us not-so discreet nasty looks. I gave her a sympathetic shrug. David may have been my best friend, but I'd be a liar to say he was anything more than a spoiled douchebag. But every guy knows that rule number one of Bro Code is Bro’s before hoes. It applied no matter what; even if my boy David was a little cruel. As for Kayla, she just raised an eyebrow and faced the front for the teacher to tell us all about the War of 18-flipping-12. As the bell rang, I passed Kayla on my way out. She looked at me and grabbed my arm. “Please be sure to give this to David, Art,” she said slowly, as if she were about to lose it if she didn’t watch herself. I felt a slab of metal or something slip into my hand—a memento of some sort, I guessed. “Sure,” I said uneasily. I pulled my arm away and skedaddled outta there. I felt bad for Kayla. She had never wronged me, or David, as far as I knew. She had a sweet face and a proud aura, but something about her… just didn’t click. Add to that fact that her best friend, Corday, was one of the creepy freaks of the school, and she made my “do not disturb” list. Corday was on another level, though. She was always alone and very quiet, but I swear, every time we made eye contact, it was as if she was peering straight into my soul. I ended up losing David in the crowd and decided I would give it to him the next time I saw him. This thing probably wasn’t even worth it, anyway. I maneuvered through the crowd skillfully and easily, gliding through gaps and spaces. Have you seen The Matrix? Where Keneau Reeves plays Neo, the guy who weaves bullets? That’s me in a busy hallway. My agility and reaction time paired together made me pretty kick-ass, and them’s the fucking facts.

But I guess it was fate (or maybe Karma) that caused me to become so caught up in my bullet-weaving fantasy that I didn’t notice the girl who popped out of the English hallway. I slammed into her, dropping her binder.

“Agh, sorry,” I mumbled out quickly, unaware of who it was. But when I did, I wished I could die. She looked at me, sighed in frustration, and started to bend down to pick it up. But before she could, I swiped it off the ground. “Here. I’m sorry, uh... Wiley, right?” I said nervously as I handed it over to her. She turned it over in her hands, not looking at me. “Uh... yeah?” she said after a few excruciating seconds. I shoved my hands in my pockets and teeter-tottered on my feet. “Isn’t biochem next period?” She gave me a look—one that involved a narrowing of her pale green eyes—that made me feel so stupid that I just wanted to keel over and die.

“Are… you okay, Art?”

“Right. Sorry.” I cringed. I never needed parents to embarrass me, I did just fine on my own. “Well, we’d better hurry on up, then. I’d hate to be late,” she said indifferently. goddamn it. It’s so frustrating to have such a hard time making conversation. It’s not like Wiley and I had never spoken before. We’ve actually spoken quite a bit. But actually being able to say something of substance to your crush is extremely difficult. You guys know how it is. Every time is like the first time.

Wiley was always that kinda girl who… gosh, how to describe. She was fine, oh so fine. She had long dirty blonde hair, pale but beautiful green eyes. Really smart. Gentle in everything she did, a leader, a capable person. She had been taking a martial art class, which gave her slim yet toned curves; and that much more perfect. Oh, and straight A’s. Can’t forget that lovely brain of hers.

I had had multiple encounters with her, and each time I would mess up worse than the last time. The worst one was the time I attempted to flirt. The rest had been sad attempts at conversation.

I mean, her name was Wiley. Isn't that a beautiful name? A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Which is what I told her as I sidled up casually to her locker. "Wiley," I said. "Arthur," she said. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," I said. "What is? Arthur?" "No, Wiley." "What?" "Wiley. I was just saying I thought it would be a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." "Oh, really!" she said, giving me serious fish-eye. "It would be, huh? For a beautiful girl. But not for me, huh? Is that what you're saying? You just came all the way over here, acting all cool, to tell me I should give my name to some beautiful girl because I'm too much of a pig to have the name?" At this point I could have explained. But I had this bad feeling that the moment was past. You know? Like nothing I could possibly say was going to make this work. "How about if we just say this conversation never happened?" I suggested. "How about if I just turn and walk away?" "That would be a good idea.”

Days later, she apologized for not giving the impression that she was joking. Hell, I was happy that she had been okay with me, not me with her. I genuinely thought that I had offended her. And although later on, it would become a sort of inside joke between us, it was still an embarrassing episode I wanted to forget.

We barely made to class and took our seats just before the bell. Ms. Net, our Biochemistry teacher, was a young woman. She was always cranky and had a skewed sense of humor, but I guess she was a decent enough woman. On our trip to the Museum of National Science, she had been cool enough to let Wiley and I pair up. Honestly, you could say Wiley had chosen me, because there was no way I would’ve had the guts to-

“ARTHUR!” “Hughwugoah.” Considering the fact that Ms. Net had scared the shit out of me, I guess that was a reasonable sound.

“I’VE BEEN TELLING YOU TO GO TO YOUR TABLE-GROUP FOR THE PAST MINUTE!” she yelled, clearly alerting the class to my predicament. To my embarrassment, I could see Wiley already at our table, snickering her face off.

“Yes’m.” I could feel my ears and cheeks burning as I passed her desk. she slapped my chest with a couple of papers and groaned.

“This is your group assignment. Try NOT to zone out again, huh, Arthur? it’s too early for your bullshit.” Behind me, the class could not control their stupid little laugh session.

I sat down quickly and gave my group their papers. “I wanna die,” I moaned, looking at the ceiling and ignoring the snickers from my group mates: Taylor, Wiley, and Julia.

Lemme give you guys the 4-1-1.

Julia was the blonde ditz. Picture a blonde, mall-shopping, spray-tanning bimbo in your head and chances are your imagination conjured up a girl that looks and acts a lot like Julia. As for Taylor, it’s a little more complicated than that. We go way back. We’d been friends since we were in Velcros. We were what many would label “frenemies”; we would slam each other with insults and go the extra mile to prank or mess with one another, but were generally pretty decent people to one another. Both of us were only children (or in my case, only one in a family), so we became the siblings we never had for one another. Oh, and she was tall as fuck. “Art. Hey. Buddy. Wake the hell up,” Taylor said, snapping her fingers right in front of my face. I’d zoned out. Daydreaming of a sparkling conversation with the girl on my left. “What do you want, Taylor?” “Just wondering when you and Wiley were gonna hook up,” she said casually. She framed us with her fingers and nodded in approval. “Yeah, that’d be a cute couple, right Julia?” Julia smiled her big cheerleader smile. “Real cute!” She squealed. “Oh, come on guys. Knock it off,” I uttered nonchalantly, and glanced at Wylie, who was beet-red. Almost like… she was… “Is that a bwuuuussshhhhhhh??” Cooed Taylor in this sickening baby speak. Poor Wiley could barely get up and out of the classroom without tripping. I contorted my face to hide my own blush and to show my anger, which wasn’t all that hard considering I really did feel like giving them a piece of my mind. “What the heck, guys? She probably feels terrible for me, she can’t hook up with me, she probably has a boyfriend!” I exclaimed, panting. I didn’t quite know why I was feeling so jittery though. I chalked it down to a bad breakfast that I never had because there was absolutely no way… “She likes you, Art. And she doesn’t and has never had a boyfriend. Her aunt and uncle won’t let her,” she spit out indifferently. Nope. No way. Too good to be true. Yep. Had to be. Yep. “You… you’re lying,” I sputtered out. Julia shook her head and unlocked her phone. “Guys. So clueless!” I decided to ignore her comment and focus on Taylor. “Taylor… be straight with me, no jokes,” I pleaded nervously. “Do you really think that-“ “Arthur, tell me that you’ve finished your paper, or so help me god!” Ms. Net roared. I glanced down at my paper as the class began to snicker at me yet again. I hadn’t even put my name on it yet. Julia, however, raised her hand. “Yes ma’am, here’s my paper. We did it on a single sheet,” she said with a sweet and innocent smile. I glanced at the paper. All she’d written down was 2+2=5 and, knowing her, she probably thought it was true. Ms. Net gave me some serious stink-eye, but decided to let it go. “Well, alright then, but no more talking. I’m about to start the presentation,” she said, just as Wiley walked in with an unreadable expression. I couldn’t bring my eyes to meet her, though. Gravity does things to your eyes, am I right? She sat down quietly and after a few awkward minutes, she was back to her normal self. Funny, sweet, happy Wiley. After being assigned homework, I was so excited that I could barely pay any attention to it. “Art,” Wiley whispered tentatively, maybe even nervously. “You look like you’re having trouble with the homework.” I took a deep breath and attempted to relax my vocal cords. “Yeah, I am. Too bad I won’t have you around to help me, Einstein,” I whispered softly, gesturing at her paper. The girl was some sort of genius at Biochem; she’d already finished the 2 page homework. “Well,” she smiled with what seemed to be reddening cheeks, “You could always call me, you know, after school,” she smiled. She stuck her hand in her pockets and produced a little piece of paper with her name and number. It took all I had not to jump up and down and lose my mind. What a fine day it was turning out to be!

After Biochemistry, the day had practically zipped on by. I became so lost in my own world that I didn’t hear the bells to the next classes. It was only until the end of the day, in the last block with Taylor, that my world came crashing down.

We were just finishing up our project when she started talking of the days events out of the blue.

“I told you, she totally digs you, Art,” she teased. But then, her mood totally changed. Taylor leaned back into her chair and sighed heavily. “You do know that she’s moving, right?” she asked softly. I turned my head to look at her, unable to believe it. And from the way she was expressing herself, I knew she couldn’t have been kidding. You get to know people a decade and change. “No,” I squeak out after a few moments of silence. “She’s leaving some time at the beginning of the next school year. I just thought you’d want to know that time is limited if you want to make a move, if at all,” she says carefully. I shake my head and look down. “Thank you for letting me know,” I whisper. She grabbed my shoulder from behind and gave me a quick pat. “Make your move, son, ‘fore it’s too late,” she said in a fake southern accent. I shook my head softly and left silently just as the bell released us.

I took the long way to the bridge, mulling over my conflicting emotions. I was glad that Taylor told me, and desperately disappointed that Wiley was leaving. However, something new, something warm found its way into and around my heart. My crush actually liked me back. Now that’s right out of a fairy tale, but like always, I never could, never would, have myself a happily ever after. After a lifetime of disappointment, I knew I couldn’t afford to let my hopes fly, just for another scar in my heart.

I spent the evening watching reruns of various TV shows, on a tiny television I had found behind Radio Shack a few weeks before. Even though the only way to get electricity to it was to hand crank a small power generator continuously, I appreciated the distraction it provided. The burning sensations my muscles generated kept my mind off what was actually troubling me.

It helped too much, I guess, because I didn’t even notice the car that pulled over on the edge of the highway my bridge passed over, nor did I notice the person that clambered out. What did catch my attention, though, were the words I heard. “Arthur? Arthur Brenner?” Called the school dean. The school dean! Legally, I wasn’t even allowed to go to school without a home address. I couldn’t control the panic I felt as she walked around, stilettos making echos that sent chills down my spine. She’s here to collect me, put me in the foster home system, move me away to a school way away. Oh, Universe, I thought sadly. Will you ever leave me alone? She turned on a flashlight and took a look around, peering at and inside the alcoves of the bridge. Just when I thought she was leaving, I looked up. I expected to feel relief, but what I did feel was my blood turn to ice when I saw her looking right at me, with steely black eyes. “Come with me, young man,” she yelled, her hand beckoning me to what I was certain was my doom. I had no option but to comply, and as I entered the car and closed the door, I couldn’t help but wonder if Wiley would miss me. I sincerely doubted it.

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